#the SPARKLE and the WINK girl you’re awful!

[stromer]

be like nhl superstar jack hughes and get a cut at great clips!

#i will not be getting my cut at great clips and frankly king.. neither should you but i’m glad you’re in your bag 🙏🏼✨🫶🏼 #the SPARKLE and the WINK girl you’re awful! #this great clips deal has quite literally been the best thing he’s ever done ever #the most loser guy i know but he’s doin it for a check! #jack hughes #new jersey devils

[soulkeeper801]

Setbacks - Chou Tzuyu pt. 2/2

Tzuyu x f!reader

Fluff, smut

Tzuyu is finally getting some

1.9k words

(italics are for flashbacks in this one!)

Pt. 1

Part 2:

“Is something going on?” you asked in a low whisper, noticing how the lights on the living room were dim and there were a bunch of candles lit on the dinner table.

Tzuyu chuckled and gripped the hold she had on your hand. A shy smile slowly creeped into her beautiful face and you felt at ease at the reaction.

As the door closed and the noise from the outside didn’t bother you anymore, you noticed a low melody playing in the background.

“Did you do this?” you asked in awe, moved that she had put so much effort in the detail she prepared. 

“Well…” she trailed off, turning around to face you and sneaking her hands around your waist to pull you closer to her, “kind of…”

“These candles are going to set the mood just right,” Sana declared, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

But it only gained a frown from Jeongyeon, “you’re going to set the apartment on fire”.

With a pout on her lips, Sana retrieved the candles. “You’re a hater”.

“I think the candles will make it seem as if they were dining under the stars,” Mina replied with a glint of romance in her voice. 

“See?!” Sana shrieked, accusing.

“I think it would look cute,” Tzuyu agreed, a rose tint growing on her cheeks and approving the way Sana was placing the candles.

At the center of the room, the younger girls worked together to set the table, arranging elegant dinnerware that was perfectly chosen by Jihyo the day before. 

"This is definitely getting our Tzuyu laid," Chaeyoung whispered to Dahyun, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, gaining a nod of approval from the older girl.

“We need more candles over here,” Nayeon said, not moving an inch but signaling to an empty space.

Sana frowned, "But if we add more candles, it might be too much. We need to keep it subtle."

“Subtle?” Nayeon inquired, raising an eyebrow, “This is a romantic dinner, Mina. We need to go all out.”

Sana crossed her arms, "I still think it's too much. We should listen to Tzuyu”.

“I think the candles set are enough, unnie”.

With a big grin that got her an eye roll from the oldest girl, Sana nodded. 

You chuckled. “Yeah, maybe they do owe us for not letting us have some alone time,” shaking your head, you reached for Tzuyu’s lips that received yours with a soft hum.

“Do you like it?” she asked, dreamy eyes now closed due to the way a simple kiss of yours could sweep her off her feet.

“I love it,” you replied before going for her lips once again.

Your tongue poked out to lick her bottom lip as a subtle ask for a little more. Tzuyu let you in and a faint moan left her lips when your tongues made contact.

Her body told her to keep going, to drag you to the room, yet the plan was set for something else.

“As much as I want to keep kissing your lips…” she confessed in a low whisper that made you blush.

Thankfully the lights were dim.

“...Momo unnie and Chaeyoungie made pasta for us, are you in the mood for pasta?” she asked, her lips still caressing yours.

“Wow,” you replied, still hazy from the kiss, but still trying your best to recognize their effort, “they even cooked dinner?”

Tzuyu nodded, chuckling, remembering how it all went down that afternoon.

“Chaeng, pass the salt,” Momo called out, her voice tinged with urgency.

"Sure thing, Chef," she replied, handing her the salt with a playful wink. 

Momo chuckled, shaking her head. "I told you, you don't have to call me Chef. Just unnie is fine," she said, rolling her eyes with a slight chuckle on her lips.

Chaeyoung grinned, mischief twinkling in her eyes. "But Chef Momo has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" she teased, nudging Momo gently with her elbow. 

Tzuyu smiled at the playfulness of  her friends, grateful for the fact they were willing to go all the way out to make her happy.

“Now just a touch of cayenne,” Momo said while platting the pasta and reaching for Chaeyoung to pass the requested species.

“Here you go, Chef,” she said one more time, playfully.

As Momo was about to serve the sauce, she decided to have a little taste in case it needed more salt but as soon as the sauce touched her tongue she felt… sweet.

“What’s wrong?” Tzuyu asked when she noticed a little frown on Momo’s face.

“It tastes…” she began, doubtful since she was very confident in her cooking skills, “a little sweet”.

The three girls looked at each other confused, since the past was supposed to be spicy, not sweet.

“Chaeng,” Momo said, carefully, getting a hint of what could have happened, “what did you pass when I asked for cayenne?”

Chaeyoung took a quick look at the small container she had in her hands a couple of minutes ago and her eyes widened.

“I’m so sorry, unnie,” she said, her face filled with regret, “it’s cinnamon, not cayenne”.

Momo sighed deeply.

“I’m sorry, unnie, I should have focused more instead of playing around!”

Momo nodded and brought Chaeyoung into a hug, “it’s okay,” she said, resignation in her voice as she patted the younger girl’s back.

Taking a look at the clock, Momo disregarded the sauce and began from scratch. “Now focus, Chaeng,” she warned, “pass the cayenne…”

A big grin was plastered on your face that matched Tzuyu’s, her fingers were touching yours and the love on her eyes was evident. 

At the moment, you didn’t know how the universe had given you the chance to be with someone as amazing as her. Someone who would give it all for you.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, noticing how you had gone silent after a couple of minutes of laughing.

“I love you,” you stated and the bold confession made Tzuyu blush.

Even if she had heard you say it many times, it always made her blush.

“And I’m so lucky to have you.”

Tzuyu didn’t wait a second longer to go for your lips and even if it took you by surprise, you returned the kiss with the same fervor. 

Her tongue massaged yours and soft hums coming out of her made you feel dizzier than the champagne you just had sipped. Her hands circled your neck to pull you closer.

“Maybe dinner can wait,” you suggested when your lips separated for a couple of seconds. Her part lidded eyes were filled with desire that manifested as an eager nod.

As soon as you arrived in her room, Tzuyu wasted no time in dragging you to her bed. Her back hit her sheets and you hopped on her lap without breaking the kiss. Your lips lowered to her neck as a long sigh left her lips while your hand caressed her nipple over her shirt.

“Please,” she moaned, closing her eyes at the overwhelming feeling of finally having your hands on her.

You retrieved a second to take her shirt off and your breath hitch on your throat.

“You’re so beautiful,” you said, still in awe of how long you two had waited for this moment. 

You left a kiss on her chest and made your way to her still clothed nipple slowly. She pushed up for you to finally unclasp her bra and after a slight nod from her, you took her now hardened nipple into your mouth, gaining a trembling moan from the girl under you, due to all the tension built from all the time she had waited for your touch.

Tzuyu’s hands wrapped your neck and brought you closer to her as you took the chance to pinch her other nipple with your free hand. After going back to her lips, you placed your knee between her legs and pressed against her to keep her wanting more. She moaned into your mouth and you rolled your hips against her.

“Y/N…” she begged in a shaky moan, “please…”

Her eyes were shut and you were sure there were no thoughts inside that pretty head, just lust and desire for you to make her feel good. She sneaked her hands inside of your shirt and as she scratched your skin with her nails, you decided it was time to let your own shirt and bra off.

Your lips went downwards once again, leaving wet kisses between her breasts and taking your painfully sweet time kissing her soft skin before playing with the hem of her jeans as you noticed her breath getting heavier.

“Do you want this?” you asked in a playful tone, your voice was deep due to the intense desire you had for her.

You wanted nothing else but her squirming and shaking under you and you were about to have it.

She nodded desperately, not being able to say coherent words.

As soon as you unbuttoned her jeans, you pulled the garment down and noticed the wet spot on your girlfriend’s underwear. The mere sight ignited a fire within yourself as an uncontrollable thirst washed over you and couldn’t help but drag your tongue over it.

Tzuyu’s hips thrusted against you and you could feel your own wetness making a mess in your pants.

“Y/N…” Tzuyu cried, grabbing your head to push you against her wet center.

“So hot,” you hummed, pushing the soaked garment to the side and finally getting a glimpse of heaven.

Tzuyu was soaking wet.

Her clit was swollen and you could see it pulsating due to the need.

You left a quick kiss over it, gaining a sharp moan from her as she kept pushing herself against you, trying to get more friction, trying so badly to chase the release that had been building for so long.

You dragged your tongue from her slit to her clit and when you got there, you took it into your mouth. Tzuyu’s hands were interlocked in your hair pulling you closer as you sucked on her clit while she let desperate moans leave her lips freely.

Tzuyu couldn’t take it anymore.

As you felt her twitching under your tongue, you finally took your middle finger and while taking a look at her, noticing how her eyes were still shut and her face retorting with pleasure, you put it in slowly. Tzuyu rolled her hips harder against you. Your lips were still wrapped on her clit as you added another finger and began thrusting against her. 

“Y/N…” she moaned, “Fuck…”

You felt her squeezing your fingers and took the chance to speed up your movements, getting even louder moans from her until she finally couldn’t hold it any longer.

A high pitched moan was heard in the room as her heavy breath adorned the moment.

Tzuyu was beautiful. Her hair sprawled against the pillow, framing her face. You kissed her lips and felt she was trembling.

“That was so good, love,” she whispered, leaving several kisses on your face. 

You smiled fondly, “I’m glad,” you replied, resting besides her. “I love making you feel good”.

Tzuyu smiled and let her hands wander around your body, positioning herself on the hem of your jeans, tugging at the button.

“Take these off and teach me how to make you feel good?”

You didn’t waste a second in obeying her command.

#twice x f!reader #twice x reader #twice imagine #tzuyu x f!reader #tzuyu x reader #chou tzuyu smut #tzuyu smut #tzuyu imagine #tzuyu scenario #twice tzuyu smut #twice smut #soulkeeper801

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - SIXTY SIX

“Look who’s finally awake.” Loona scoffed from the doorway.

“Sweetie!” Blitzø almost pushed Stolas off the bed as he turned and threw his arms wide gesturing to Loona to come and give him a hug.

She rolled her eyes.

He deflated and pouted.

Octavia popped her head in beside her.

“Via!” Stolas squawked.

He fell out of the bed trying to get himself untangled from the sheets.

“Hey dad.” She snickered.

Stolas popped up off the floor and brushed himself off, blushing an amusing shade of red. Blitzø chuckled. Stolas cut a glare his way.

The girls watched their dads, smiled smugly, and crossed their arms in unison.

Blitzø looked over, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s up with you two? You’re looking like the Grady twins right now… Creeping me out.” He pursed his lips.

Loona snorted. Octavia scrunched her face, confused. She looked at Loona quizzically.

Loona leaned down and whispered something to her.

“We haven’t watched that one have we?” Octavia responded.

Loona shook her head. “You don’t like horrors.”

“Hmmm.” Octavia rubbed her chin looking thoughtful.

F*ck, they are adorable.

“What were you referring to, darling?” Stolas whispered behind his hand.

“Creepy twin girls from a horror movie. Don’t worry about it.”

Stolas nodded. Clearly still completely lost.

Blitzø pulled him down and whispered “Maybe we’ll watch it some time and I’ll…. Keep you safe.” He blew on his feathers teasingly.

Stolas shivered, stood up straight and cleared his throat.

“Yes. Quite.”

Blitzø chuckled.

“You two are f*cking disgusting.” Loona stuck her finger in her mouth and gagged.

“Ya, dad.” Octavia smirked. “Not the time or the place.”

Blitzø barked out laughing.

“Raised us some sassy b*tches, didn’t we Stolas?!” He elbowed stolas in the ribs playfully.

Stolas fluffed and glared at him.

“I BEG your PARDON?” Stolas’s eyes flared.

Blitzø shrank.

Oh shit…

“Chill out, dad.” Octavia started to laugh. “It’s slang. Kind of a term of endearment. He’s not actually calling us b*tches.” She looked over at Blitzø. “ARE you?”

“I would never!” He threw up his hands defensively. “You’re both precious, beautiful hellspawn who can do absolutely no wrong!”

Blitzø clasped his hands together up by his face and batted his eyelashes at the girls. His eyes were huge and sparkling, like an anime kitten.

“F*cking right we are.” Loona grinned.

Stolas looked between the three of them, pursing his lips.

“Mmhmmm.” He sounded incredibly skeptical.

They all looked at Stolas and burst out laughing.

He blushed and fluffed, stamping his foot indignantly. The display only fueled their laughter.

He puffed his cheeks indignantly.

“Aw. Stols.” Blitzø tried to swallow his laughter. He reached out to take his hand.

“HMF.” Stolas threw his beak in the air, crossed his arms and stomped out of the room, brushing past their daughters in a regal huff.

Blitzø’s face fell, he stuck his lip out and pouted.

Loona rolled her eyes and pushed off the door frame. Octavia followed close behind as Loona walked over to Blitzø’s bedside.

“Don’t worry.” Octavia said. “He likes to be dramatic sometimes.”

Blitzø looked up at her with worry in his eyes.

“He’s not really that upset.” Octavia smiled reassuringly. “Just let him be a drama queen for a while. He’ll get over it.”

Blitzø looked at Loona. She gave him a little nod and wink.

Blitzø turned back to Octavia and smiled sadly.

“You guys are fine.” Octavia waved him off. “My dad’s just a f*cking baby sometimes.”

“Via!” Blitzø gasped, feigning horror. “Language!” He grinned behind his hands.

Octavia flipped him off.

They all burst out laughing; laughing until their sides hurt.

*****

#helluva boss #stolitz #stolas #blitzø #fanfic #stolitz fanfic #vivzieverse #vivziepop #vivienne medrano #brandon rogers #helluva boss fanfiction #blitzø x stolas #helluva boss stolitz

[elfqueen006]

The Lifeguard Part 4

Tags/CW: summer camp au, camp counselor au, horror, slasher, rivals to lovers. Drama. Skinny dipping. Minors DNI

It’s that dream again.

That dream where everything’s perfect.

It’s a sunny day. Everything’s in slow motion, but the sounds are in real time. Everyone is whooping and cheering. Children laugh and run past him. In the distance they zipline and play games. Counselors smile as they wave at him. Everyone is happy. Everything is perfect.

But there’s one thing missing. Skylar. It’s often in these dreams she’d walk past him and smile, giving a coy wave and a wink. She’s dressed in her loose counselors’ tee and jean shorts. Her blonde hair that catches in the sun flows behind her and her blue eyes sparkle. She’s perfect. But she’s nowhere to be seen. 

He hears the distant shrill of the lifeguards’ whistle. The water is still and perfect. There’s no one at the lake but you. You’re in the lifeguards’ bright red leotard and wearing shades. Sunlight glints off your perfect legs. You lie back in your chair, a sigh of pleasure echoes as you soak up the suns’ rays. Then you look at him and the sounds of laughter are drowned out. You smile perfect whites and blow him a kiss.

---

After a week, the camp had put out a missing persons’ flier for Skylar, Ian, and Bill. There was really nothing Jack could do to protest on the basis he’d look suspicious. It made him feel awful once local parents caught wind that people were going missing and decided to pull most of their kids from the camp. He couldn’t have imagined how much of the experience had been ruined for them, and he even had to hold back some tears of his own as he watched the smaller ones scream and cry to stay but to no avail.

But no, he reasoned, it was better this way. Less kids at the camp meant less of the likelihood that they’d go wandering past campgrounds. And that was less people to keep track of going near the shed, which after that fateful night with Bill he’d made certain no one else had ventured near it. And in the meantime, he’d kept himself occupied… a little side project you might say. He planted flowers. 

He planted them behind the shed, on top of the mound where they’d been buried. He hadn’t even known where he’d gotten the idea. But one day he’d simply ran up to the local convenience store, found some seeds and started planting. They were scorpion grasses - “forget-me-nots”. He grimaced at the implications. It didn’t take long for the other counselors’ to start noticing them in the distance. So of course they questioned him.

“Oh that?” Jack asked, “That’s sort of a… garden I’m starting.” That earned him a few narrowed glances and side eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck, using the flush of guilt to play it up like he was embarrassed. “I… haven’t been able to really sleep much since Skylar disappeared so… I just started without thinking.” At the very least, the words were true. And a half truth is always good to sell in the right context. Finally he said, “I figured maybe… If I planted these they might see them. They might want to come back. I dunno…”

They ate it right up. Their looks of suspicion turned somber and apologetic. They muttered sorrows and walked past him giving pats on the back. All except you, who sucked your teeth at the explanation. You shook your head, “They ain’t coming back.”

All eyes were on you now. Another counselor named Olivia folded her arms and raised a brow, “And… why is that Y/N?” She asked.

“Because they’re guilty.” You replied matter-of-factly. Jack gave you a pleading look, which you aptly ignored.

Olivia pressed, “Of?”

“Being slimy, trifling, no-good adulterers.” Your statement was met with scoffs and mumbles of disbelief. You simply shrugged, “You heard me, they were creepin’.” You then proceeded to spill everything you heard from Jack that night, though you were sure not to mention his name. Still, it made the mascot visibly wilt. And now it looks to everyone like he was pining after a “bad girl” who acted like a “good girl” and led him on. Where that last part came from he hadn’t known. But apparently everyone knew at some point he liked Skylar.

People weren’t so sympathetic towards you however. You’d been cheated on, that much was certain. They had no reason to dispute you, and it would explain your shit attitude the week before. But your apparent hostility towards the whole thing had made other counselors grow wary of you and they began to talk.

“She’s not even joining in on searches for them!”

“Yeah, that was still her boyfriend and best friend. You’d think she’d be a little more caring about the whole thing...”

And then things got on the more insidious side.

“I know she can be a bitch sometimes but this is too far.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if it turns out she had something to do with their disappearance.”

Jack’s blood ran cold. The thought that anyone would be accusing you of murder… It rubbed him the wrong way. The more ruthless part of him thought this was likely the best case scenario. You hadn’t mentioned his name and suspicions were already on you. You weren’t exactly what came to mind for blood thirsty ax-murderer but looks could be deceiving. He could always just relocate the bodies, adjust some wounds and… He shook his head clear of the incriminating thoughts. That wasn’t who he was. The goal was discretion and scarcity. There was no need to make things more complicated. Aside from that, there were things that needed clearing up…

You were on lifeguard duty as usual, and while there weren’t as many kids to manage, it was all the more reason to stay vigilant of them. Some counselors left due to stress but it was more you hung around to stave off boredom. You lie back in your chair, soaking up the sun’s rays, absentmindedly chewing gum. Jack shuddered, remembering his dream.

He got it again when he walked to your high chair and knocked on the stilts. Without even looking down you hop from your chair and take off your shades. You grin, “We’ve gotta stop meeting like this.”

“We need to talk.” Jack said.

“You always wanna talk,” You then turn to the kids in the lake and tell them to take a hike. They all groan, disappointed their fun was interrupted. Nevertheless, they obey and go to dry off.

“I think they may hate me more than they did a week ago.” You said casually.

“I want to talk about what happened earlier this week.” Jack said.

“What about it?”

Jack sighed, “Don’t play dumb. You made such an unnecessary scene back there.”

“Sorry.” You said unapologetically.

 “I mean it. People are starting to talk.” Jack briefly glances around, “They think you have something to do with Ian and Sky’s disappearance.”

Your eyebrow furrows, “Where’d they get that from?”

“You’re bitter. You don’t help with searches. You’re just generally-”

“A bitch?” You interrupted.

“... Uncompromising.” Jack corrected.

“Oh yeah sure...” You said. “You know what? Let ‘em talk, Jack. I don’t have anything to hide! I couldn’t give less of a damn if they were found or gone forever. If they’re found – goodie. Whooptie fucking do. If they’re gone? Also good because I don’t wanna see their sorry asses anyway!”

You go to march off the docks but he sidesteps you.

“Hey- Y/N, stop.” He said.

“Bye Jack.” You bumped past him.

“Y/N-”

You waved a dismissive hand at him, heading back to the main campgrounds.

---

It’s nightfall.

The other groups of counselors have just come back from a fruitless search. The kids have been resigned to their cabins since seven in the evening, now having a curfew to prevent further disappearances. You, however, stay right where you are. You pull out another stick of gum and pop it in your mouth. The sugar sweetness turns bitter when your fellow counselors cast scornful looks your way. Even Shaun, whom you’d grown to be good buddies with since summer started, avoided your gaze. 

They aren’t even a few feet away from you when Shaun decides now is the best time to boost morale. “We’ve had a long day… what do you guys say to a movie night?” He said, a good natured lilt in his voice.

The counselors clamor around him, humming in agreement. You don’t miss the wary glances casted your way and hushed whispers about what to do about you, as if not getting an invitation would cause you to drop in and ruin their good time. Which in all honesty, wasn’t a bad idea.

“We aren’t going to invite her, right?”

“It’d be alright to ask,”

“But do we have to?!”

Exaggeratedly, you checked your nails and attempted to drown out their whispers by chewing your gum harshly. Before you knew it though, someone came up beside you. Nick Hererras. Oh boy.

Nick was an emo guy who had some kind of influencer page on Twitch or Youtube. He had an obvious crush on you and while he was cute in his own right, his sullen and heartsick vibe around you was somewhat of a downer, especially in contrast to how easygoing he’d be around others.

Nick rubbed the back of his neck, “Hey…” 

“Hey,” You replied casually.

“...It was kind of a long search today.”

“You must be tired.”

“Yeah,” He chuckled softly, “I-it was a lot.” You hum curtly. He wets his lips, picking up that he’s losing your attention before even getting it. “We- we’re having a movie night! Shaun’s hosting so… typical horror bullshit. Slashers and all… Maybe you’d like to come… a-and join us?”

You look past him and at the group of counselors. Many of them shift uncomfortably and scrunch their faces up in discomfort, obviously displeased Nick went to invite you. The fact that they don’t even hide their disdain makes your ears burn hot. You shoot up from the steps and start towards the docks, “Nah, I’ll be fine. Thanks for the invitation.” You bite out.

Nick’s weak protests could be heard. Some of the counselors sighed in relief.

“Thank God.”

“Well, we tried.”

---

“Goddamn…motherfucking-”

You roughly shucked off your pants and pulled off your shirt. The force of their removal from your body could have very well ripped them but you didn’t care. Your skin was burning with anger, embarrassment, and everything in between. With added frustration you hurriedly tore off your underclothes before taking a running start across the docks. The wind blew through your hair, though it did nothing to cool your skin; you wouldn’t be pacified until you were in the water.

Upon reaching the edge of the dock, you leapt off the wood as easily as you would a catapult. You flew through the air hands out before pulling them in along with your feet, the aerodynamics of your form caused you to flip over twice and land in the water with a big splash. The force of your dive pushed out the surrounding water, shooting it up around you. It fell in droplets on your skin as you rose to the surface. 

You sigh, wading on your back and letting the water carry you for a while.

These past few weeks have been hell. Nevermind the ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend eloping to god-knows-where, or that the head counselor had suddenly gone AWOL – but to think you were actually being suspected of murder? Jack might’ve not said those exact words but it was obvious enough what he was implying.

Your mood sours when the mascot comes to mind; even more so when you remember the garden behind the shed. 

“He’s so stupid…” You hiss. He so obviously still harbored feelings for Skylars’ trifling ass. And why that made you so ornery you couldn’t figure it out; it’s not like he owes you his allyship due to Skylars’ actions. But you didn’t understand how anyone could still like someone willing to do something so shitty. But then again, you often had your own well-being in mind and if someone proved a threat to that, it was pretty easy for you to cut them from your life completely. You’ve lost a lot of potential friends in the past because of that, and you assumed Ian would’ve been different. But in the long run he proved to be no different than the rest…

Snap.

Your head shot up as you peered out into the darkness. “Hello?” You called out. The woods responded with silence. Thinking it was the kids you called out, “If there’s any campers out there, go back to the cabins – it’s past curfew!”

Silence. Then the subtle crunch of branches beneath footwear.

“Y/N?” Jack’s soft voice called out to you before he emerged from the trees. He wasn’t in his usual costume of the big blue foamy jacket and brown pants with garish primary colored shoes. He now wore a tight white tee that hugged his muscular frame, with a pair of gym shorts. He still had on the makeup, though, probably having forgotten to wash it off.

Your ears burned hot as you realized he’d be one of the first to see you like this: swimming in the buck. Subconsciously, you folded your arms over your chest as he approached the lake.

“Y/N, why are you all the way out here?” Jack asked, “It’s not smart to separate yourself from the other counselors.”

Your initial shyness depletes when he mentions the other counselors. “You should tell them that, they’re the ones separating themselves.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Shaun’s hosting some stupid movie night and no one wants me there.” You said.

Jack blinked in surprise, “Shaun? But he’s one of the nicest counselors here.”

“Well, Nick tried… to extend the invitation, I guess. But it’s not like I wanted to go anyway. Horror movies…” You scoffed, “they’re so dumb. And it’s all Shaun watches!”

Jack sighs, “Still, you should stay close to the camp. I dunno what I’d do if another counselor went missing…”

A smirk broke out on your face as you swam up to the boardwalk, placing your hands on the wooden edge as you looked up at him. “Oh? And what would you do, Jack?”

Your sudden change in demeanor caused him to blush bright red, “I-It’s not like that!” He exclaimed, “I mean, I just want you to be safe!”

“Aww. Look at you, worried about lil’ ol’ me!” You cooed.

“Y/N, you-” He paused, finally getting a better look at you in the moonlight. It shone off your wet skin and hair, giving you the feel of some kind of siren, especially with that seductive look on your face. His eyes were drawn to your neck and shoulders, which seemed not to be covered by anything. And then he spotted your clothes…

“God, Y/N! Are you seriously skinny dipping right now?!” Jack exclaimed. 

You immediately clutched your shoulders, but you start cackling, not really finding it in you to feel guilty like before.

“Eeeyup! Care to join me?”

____

Hiii! Sorry this took awhile. This shit is hard to write my guy. It was intended to be longer but I've hit my limit...

Don't fret however, there's more to come!!

#somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack #sunny day jack fanfiction #sunny day jack x reader #sunny day jack x mc #sunny day jack x you #sdj x reader #sdj x you #summer camp au #camp counselor au #slasher au #horror #the lifeguard #my fics

[richiekirschs]

robin fic where she thinks reader is into steve but reader likes her and a cute confession at the end?

this has a lot more dialogue than i meant for it sorry

written for gn!reader, they/them used

- you’d been friends with steve forever

- like forever

- your parents had been friends in high school

- you two were always together as kids

- as you got older, he got popular and cocky

- you didn’t

- you stopped talking to him during his king steve phase

- obviously you missed him, but he was a bit of a dick, and you didn’t like tommy and carol

- then, one day, he showed up at your door with flowers and shaking hands

- he sat down with you and gave you a genuine apology, saying he hoped you two could be friends again

- you accepted, and you two became closer than ever

- you met robin while steve worked at scoops

- you’d walked in, expecting to find him at the counter, and instead found a very pretty girl

“how can i help you today?” she’d asked you in a monotonous voice.

you blinked. “uh— i’m not here for ice cream, just came to see steve. sorry.”

- you’d quickly formed a friendship with robin from how much time you spent bothering steve while he worked

- he complained that you two were hanging up on him, and robin would shoot you a discreet wink

- you’d pray that she couldn’t see you blushing

- robin knew you were single because every time a guy would ask you out, you’d quickly say no

- she also knew better than to get her hopes up, thinking you rejected them because you liked her

- obviously, she thought you had a crush on steve

- giggling at his awful jokes, occasionally wearing his shirts, doing favors for him when he was busy at the counter

- steve knew about your sexuality

- you trusted him with your life

- he also knew that you didn’t mind him telling the people that you two were friends with

- one day robin came to him, saying she wasn’t sure that she could be friends with you anymore

“what?” he’d exclaimed. “why? did they say something to you?”

“no! no, it’s just… i’m so head over heels and i don’t know if i can sit here with my feelings knowing that they’ll never be reciprocated. honestly, steve, it physically pains me.”

“…you know y/n likes girls, right?”

“that’s so not funny.”

“i’m serious, robin. just ask. i’m pretty sure they have a crush on you too. they look at you like you hung the moon.”

- so next time you’re at scoops, she gathers up her courage and asks

“hey, y/n?”

“yeah?”

you knew she was nervous as soon as you looked at her. cracking her fingers, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. she can barely look you in the eye, and when she briefly manages to, her usually sparkling blue eyes are clouded with anxiety. “i um… i have a question, and you don’t have to answer it but—“

“robin, it’s fine,” you say quickly. you pause what you were working on so you can give her your full attention.

she takes a deep breath before quickly saying, “do you like girls? like, how steve does?”

you blink. it takes you a second to process what she said due to how fast she’d spoken. you tense what it dawns on you. “uh… yeah? you’re not gonna like… tell me to burn in hell, right?”

“no!” she says, a bit loud. “no, of course not. it’s just— i was talking to steve, and he told me, but i didn’t believe him, so he told me to just ask you—“

“robin, relax,” you say, putting a gentle hand on her arm. your tone is gentle in an attempt to calm both her and yourself down. “it’s not a big deal unless you make it one.”

“i have a crush on you!” she blurts, immediately slapping a hand over her mouth.

you blink. “what?”

“i thought you had a crush on steve, which is why i didn’t say anything, and i was also a little bit afraid that you’d hate me, but i don’t— i can’t keep this from you. i feel like you deserve to know, and if you don’t feel the same that’s fine, i don’t care, but i hope we can still be friends.”

again, it takes you a second to process everything that was said. “you thought i would hate you?”

“we don’t exactly live in the most gay-friendly area ever.”

“i thought it was pretty obvious i was head over heels. that’s what steve was always teasing me about.” you’re suddenly very aware of everything— the feeling of the cold counter you’re leaning on, the rattling of gates as shops continue to close, the boobs drawn on robin’s bright red converse.

“are you… serious?”

“of course i’m serious, robin.”

she visibly relaxes. “i thought steve was fucking with me.”

“i thought steve was fucking with me when he told me to ask you out,” you say, smiling.

“god, he’s such a dick,” she laughs, running a hand over her face.

you can’t help but agree. “so… i mean, if you’re down… we could go to the movies this weekend?”

her previously dull eyes have regained their sparkle. “i’d love to. you can pick the movie and time, just let me know when.”

“it’s a date.”

#robin buckley x you #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #happy pride month to robin and robin only #i want to hold her hand so bad nobody gets it

[bradshawsbaby]

Soft thoughts, you say? How about Rhett doing skin-to-skin with Ruthie once she's born, the look of absolute adoration and love in your husband's eyes as he gazes down at her. And then he looks up at you and that same look is there, mesmerized at what your body is capable of, of what the two of you have created. 💕

If you need to find me, I'll be yearning.

Could yearning actually be a real cause of death?

You can barely keep your eyes open in the hours after Ruthie’s birth, exhaustion tugging at every inch of your body, but you’re determined not to miss a single moment of the beginning of your daughter’s life. It’s also rather hard to tear your gaze away from the sight of your husband sitting in the rocking chair near the window, your tiny infant daughter nestled securely on his bare chest. The adoration sparkling in his blue eyes as he gazes down and strokes your baby girl’s back is enough to turn you into a puddle.

Then, he lifts his head and looks up at you and for a moment, you’re actually convinced that your heart is going to stop beating. Good thing you’re already in the hospital.

“Honeybee,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and thick with the emotion he’s trying hard to hold at bay. “She’s so damn perfect. I can’t believe we made her,” he tells you, awe in his voice.

Laughing tiredly, you rest your head back against your pillows and smile at him. “You’re a great daddy already,” you murmur tenderly.

“And you’re perfect, Mama,” Rhett replies with a wink, his eyes fixed on you as he rocks your daughter gently. “Now get some sleep.”

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #soft thoughts #lewis pullman

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Sweet Tooth

In which Agi gets a lesson in tempering chocolate from a certain Lord Speaker to make better brownies for a certain grumpy dragon. SFW mostly.

“I’m not the best with tempering chocolate, Aymeric.” Agnes said wearily, carefully watching the bain-marie with the chocolates slowly melting. “The last time I tried, I looked away for a second…and everything was burnt.” And then I tried heating them another way and exploded one of Mum’s glass bowls.

Aymeric chuckled as he sipped his tea. “My dear lady, trust me on this. I’ve tempered many chocolates in many desserts. Besides, I believe the result will make for an even more delicious brownie, which you know a certain someone will like.” He winked at Agnes, who immediately blushed. Gods, he already loves Mum’s brownie recipe. I bet he’d love to eat these off my belly. OH DEAR. Don’t think about that when you’re in his best friend’s kitchen!

After a few minutes, with Aymeric’s instruction, she removed the bowl of melted chocolate from bain-marie. “Ah perfect! You really are the best teacher.” She lightly nudged Aymeric with her elbow, causing him to chuckle once more.

“I had a very receptive student, and you’re no slouch in the kitchen yourself, madam.” Clapping his hands together, his sapphire eyes sparkled. “And now, time to bake some snurlberry brownies!”

“Snurlberry brownies!” Agnes fist pumped.

And knocked over a pan.

***

“LOVE! LOVE!” Agnes shouted, walking as fast as I can because I don’t want to drop THE FUCKING BROWNIES. “LOVE!”

Estinien lifted his head from the fire he had going in Zenith, and his jaw dropped. “Agi? What the—”

“I MADE YOU BROWNIES!” She handed him the tin and was practically vibrating with excitement. Open the tin. Open the tin. Open the tin. OPEN THE TIN!!!!

Shaking his head with a small smile, he removed the top of the tin to reveal… “Fury take me. What kind of brownies are these?” He asked in awe, lifting one and examining it.

She plopped next to him on the stone was sitting on and kissed his cheek full of stubble. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh goodness. He’s too sexy. “Snurlberry brownies! Aymeric supervised while I tempered some chocolate and added that to the brownie batter. And the snurlberries of course! Just something a little different and fruity. I don’t want to bore you with Mum’s recipe—OH!”

Estinien silenced her with a kiss. Smirking, he squeezed one of her thighs. “You know very well that I like anything you make for me, sweet girl. And I can’t eat these all by myself…” He picked up a brownie and held it to her lips. “A sweet for my sweet.”

Agnes closed her eyes and took a large bite of the brownie. Fuck. Me. Senseless. I’m damned good. It’s like eating a gooey chocolate snurlberry cake that’s rich and decadent and perfect and holy shit he’s feeding me a brownie! As Agnes chewed, she couldn’t help but smile. I AM SO FUCKING GOOD. THESE ARE SO FUCKING GOOD. HE IS ALSO FUCKING GOOD…AT FUCKING. And other things! “Your turn, love. A sweet for my favorite grumpy dragon…” She fed him the rest of the brownie, and she was very sure he’s thinking the same as me! HIS FACE! It’s like his orgasm face but with more enlightened smiling!

The “enlightened smiling” continued throughout the evening.

It continued as Agnes and Estinien, lovers of sweets both, consumed the entire tin of brownies.

It continued when they made love after eating the entire tin of brownies.

It continued when they fell asleep in each other’s arms, content and happy that, for the moment at least, they had each other.

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[jagged1]

Try Me On 1/?

Fandom: Outlast Rating: Teen Characters: Waylon Park, Lisa Park Summary: A fashion and modeling AU Contains: Queerplatonic relationships Word Count: ~800 AO3 Link

Waylon fidgets in his seat. He knew he was going to be the odd man out in class, but he didn’t expect to be the only man. It’s not as common for men to want to become models, but they do exist. The stares he feels on his back only send him hunching further over his desk as they wait for the instructor to arrive. It’s agonizing. He hasn’t felt this awkward since he was 13 and puberty was hitting him hard.

He’s halfway into convincing himself to just take the loss and leave when someone drops into the seat next to him. He glances over and has to remind himself to keep breathing because the single most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen in real life is smiling at him, her dark brown eyes sparkling in excitement. Her strong, high cheekbones are only highlighted by her mischievous, but friendly, grin. She tosses her head slightly, sending her dreadlocks over one shoulder and revealing her sharp jaw. Her dark skin is beautiful and Waylon idly wonders what her routine is and if she’d be willing to share.

“Hi there. My name’s Lisa King. What do you say to being friends and showing up everyone else here?” She winks playfully, but is clearly, seriously waiting for an answer.

Waylon has absolutely no idea what to say, still reeling from her sudden appearance. Still, he can’t just not answer her. He hopes he doesn’t look too much like a gawking fool as he offers his hand for a shake. “Hi, Lisa, I’m Waylon Park. I don’t know about showing anyone up, but I’d love to be your friend.” He smiles, maybe a bit awkwardly, but sincerely. She’s beautiful, confident, and awe-inspiring. He’d be honored to call her his friend.

She takes his hand and gives it a few quick pumps, her grin growing wider. “Oh, you’re the earnest type, aren’t you? Well I hope you don’t mind me potentially making you uncomfortable while we feel each other out.”

“It’s fine,” Waylon reassures her. “Just give me some time to get used to you and I’ll be more relaxed, I swear.” He pauses for a moment before deciding he has nothing to lose by asking Lisa directly. She seems the type to dive right into a subject, no dancing around it, and he could use some straightforward conversation instead of all the tiptoeing he’s been doing so far.

“So why me? What makes you think I’d be a good match with you?” He can’t stop his nervous tapping, but he does keep his eyes on Lisa’s. He’s pretty sure he read her right, but it doesn’t hurt to confirm it.

Her smile softens at Waylon’s question. She tilts her head consideringly, even as she props it up with her hand. “Because you look like you need a friend. Because you stand out from everyone else, like me. Because you have to be a brave son of a bitch to be in this room.”

She reaches out with her free hand to tap her fingers alongside his, matching his rhythm, then switching to fill in between the beats of silence, before matching it again. Her shorter, softer looking fingers contrast beautifully with his longer, bonier ones, like they’d fill all the spaces in between perfectly.

His hand stills as he focuses on that thought. She takes the opportunity to lightly run the back of her nail against the edge of his finger. He barely registers the slight tickle as he stares, mesmerized at the picture this simple gesture makes. They look good next to each other; he can imagine how a photographer might light their hands to push the contrast further, how a stylist might adorn them with jewelry for the viewer.

But more than anything, she feels like safety, belonging, and home.

He swallows around the sudden lump in his throat and blinks back the tears in his eyes. Yeah... okay, he definitely gets it now.

When he finally meets Lisa’s gaze again, her whole demeanor has changed. Gone is the brazen, confident woman who swept into his space and in her place is a warm, open, unassuming girl just waiting for her friend to come out and play.

“Are you okay?” She murmurs. “That looked like a lot.”

Waylon reaches up to wipe his eyes, just to wake them up a little more, before dropping his hand and replying. “Yeah, I’m okay. I understand.” He hesitates, not because he’s afraid, but because the setting could be better. Oh well. “And I know you need me too.” He reaches for her hand, interlocking their fingers, and giving it a squeeze. “So, tell me more about your plans. I know you’ve got something in mind.” He smiles and she does too, bright and carefree in this moment.

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[dearestgojo]

What Was The Name of Your First Love?

Gojo x Fem Reader

A/n: Had two separate ideas for this but I needed to self indulge a little.

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The question is innocent as it leaves the small child's mouth, nimble fingers peeling back the wrapper from the chocolate bar in their hands as the sun falls below the horizon. A smile spreads on Gojo’s lips as he hums lowly, considering the question.

The answer is easy, but he knows you're standing just beyond the sliding doors of the kitchen, listening to the silly conversation he holds with the two children.

“Why do you want to know that?” He asks, brushing his fingers through the pigtails of the little girl in his lap.

The little boy thinks his question over, “Hmmm? I just want to know.”

Leaning into the small child, Satoru smiles, asking just loud enough for you to hear, “Did mommy put you up to this?” He can hear you huff as you lean against the glass door, smiling at the curiosity of the seven year old boy.

He shakes his head, returning to his task of freeing the candy from it’s prison, “I just want to know. Did you love her more than mommy?”

The three year old in his lap looks up at him, smiling, cheeks smothered with chocolate, “Yeah daddy, do you wuv mommy more?”

Gojo smiles down at the two children, both who resembled you more than anything. Both who had captured his heart the moment they were born. He never thought that anything, anyone, could have the hold the two small humans had on him. No one other than you that is.

“I could never love anyone more than mommy.” He smiles.

“Oh,” the boy looks at his father with awe, furrowing his eyebrows after a second, “So who was your first love daddy?”

Mischievously smiling, Gojo signals for the two children to come closer together, low hushed voices reaching your ears. Leaning past the frame of the door, you try to make something of the whispers, interrupted by a fit of laughter from all three of them. “Really?” You watch the little boy exclaim, eyes sparkling against the setting sun.

“Really,” Gojo responds, “Now let’s go get you two ready for bed. And remember not to tell mommy what I told you.”

“I won’t tell her daddy, I promise.”

The giggling girl in his lap laughs, peering up at her father, “I won’t tell, mommy. I promise.”

Gojo winks at you as the three walk past the threshold into the kitchen. “What did you tell them?’ you ask as you walk the two children to their respective bedrooms.

“We can’t tell you, mommy?” the girl laughs, snuggling into her fathers neck.

“Yeah, we can’t tell you,” Satoru nudges your sides, laughing when you pout at them.

The next morning you’re woken up to breakfast set on the table, Gojo and the children gone already. There’s a small note resting against a vase with a single flower in it. You smile sweetly at the piece of paper, admiring the seven year olds messy writing. Opening you feel yourself tear up.

To mommy

Daddy’s first love.

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[mercy-burning]

Roommate Agreement

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader x Luke Alvez Summary: After about a year of living with Spencer, Y/N gets excited when he introduces her to a new potential roommate. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Free use, threesome, cum play, penetrative/unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talk Word Count: 2.3k

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NOTE: I was gonna write this as a blurb, but it got a little longer than I anticipated lol. I’ve been super into this kink/fantasy lately, so uh.. this was just pure indulgence 🥰✌

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Apartment hunting and living on my own sucked, which is why Spencer Reid coming into my life was the biggest blessing I ever could have hoped for. He was handsome, kind, welcoming... And he let me live with him for free.

Well, not entirely.

But regardless of our little agreement, I still slip him some cash when rent comes up because it's just common courtesy. I'm grateful that he lets me stay with him and provides me with what I need (and then some), and if there's any way for me to return that favor, I'll do it.

He gets annoyed with me whenever I do it, but I always know how to get him to forget about it...

Just thinking about last night brings a smile to my face as I put away the last few glasses in their respective cupboards.

The heavy padding of Spencer's feet behind me makes me turn around then, and I nearly clench my legs at the sight of him, dressed and ready for work, except his dick is out and hefty in his right hand. It's hard, leaking, and by the look on his face I can tell he's about ready to let go.

"Give me your panties, sweetheart."

Before he even gets out the whole sentence, I make quick work of lifting my shirt out of the way and opening up the fabric, pulling it away from my body and giving him an opening. He walks up with a hungry kiss to my jaw as he jerks himself off, right into my panties until he's making a mess of them. I sigh out happily as he hums against my skin.

And when he's done, he kisses my cheek chastely and uses my shirt to clean up a bit before tucking himself back neatly into his pants. I adjust my panties and feel the warmth spread over my skin while he grabs his bag from the back of the chair to leave.

"Have a good day, Doctor," I call with a cute smile, my hand dipping down to feel the mess he made and wishing he didn't have to go.

"You too, sweetheart," he returns with a wink. He turns to leave, but before he's at the door, he throws back, "Oh, and make sure you're dressed properly when I get back, he's coming over with me after work."

"Wait, really?" I ask brightly, my heart starting to race.

"Mhm. He's excited to meet you."

I’d had plans to run some errands today, but as soon as he tells me the good news, I know I won't be able to get anything done.

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The second I hear the door, I'm waiting like a dog with a wagging tail, excited for extra company and eager to make a new friend. I flatten my tiny skirt, though with how frilly it is, it really makes no difference— I think that as excited as I am, I'm definitely anxious about potentially adding a new person to our dynamic.

My hands reach behind my back and clasp together as I rock slowly on my feet, ready to welcome them when they come through the door.

Spencer, as always, looks positively delicious, and it only amplifies when he sees me and smiles, reaching out for me. "Somebody's excited..."

In his embrace, I laugh and welcome his hand as it slips up the front of my skirt to make sure I've followed his instructions. He quickly runs his middle finger through my opening, a smile forming on his lips— I can feel it against my neck. "Good girl."

"I couldn't help it," I tell him earnestly, refraining from whining in protest when he removes himself from me entirely. Then I look over his shoulder to see our guest of honor, Spencer's co-worker Luke Alvez. With a shy smile, I reach my hand out to shake his. "I have a new guest to impress."

Luke accepts my hand with a smile all his own, accompanied by wandering eyes that make me feel warm from head-to-toe. It reminds me of how I felt when I first met Spencer while apartment hunting last year. Luke's eyes are just a few shades darker but regardless of color, the hunger swimming within them remains plentiful.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he says smoothly. His voice makes me feel a whole new sense of ease and the overwhelming need to submit to him entirely. "I've heard great things."

With introductions out of the way, Spencer ushers Luke into the apartment and I close the door. "Let me show you around a bit," he says, and the two walk off, leaving me to follow behind.

We tour the whole apartment, Spencer taking his sweet time with the walking and the talking... I swear he's doing it on purpose, to make me wait and get me riled up, but regardless I stay patient and involve myself in their conversations as normal. Actually, it would have all felt like a completely normal apartment tour in the first place, had I not been thinking about how the men accompanying me would use me in the future...

Spencer saves the living room for last, and once we make it to the couch, I pray that he's ready to start showing Luke the added benefit of choosing to live here rather than in an apartment by himself...

And he knows me so well, because he pulls me aside with a cheeky smile, his hand resting firmly on my ass and under my skirt. "So, Alvez, you wanna give her a whirl?"

"You're uh... You're sure this is alright? You don't mind?"

His concern is sweet, but I can see the lust sparkling in his eyes as he looks over me once more.

Spencer laughs a bit, squeezing my ass with a nod. "Of course. Look how happy she is to see you... So ready to be used up..."

Luke's tongue darts out over his bottom lip at my roommate's words, his decision becoming more clear.

Still, I help out. "It's true... When Spencer first mentioned adding a new roommate to our arrangement, I couldn't wait... And you're perfect.

"So what do you say?" Spencer asks once more with finality.

Luke strides over to me slowly, my head tilting higher with each inch he gets closer. He looks down at my lips and smiles before bringing his thumb gently to my mouth. "This pretty little mouth has been calling to me since I walked through the door..."

I hear Spencer laugh beside me as Luke slips his thumb past my lips and over my tongue. I suck it into my mouth with a tiny groan, flitting my eyes up at him and arching my back as Spencer's grip on my ass gets tighter.

"Get on the couch, sweetheart," he says, letting go and giving me a small spank.

Luke's thumb pops out of my mouth and I stumble to the couch, getting on all fours so my hands are on the arm and my knees are buried in one of the cushions.

The unmistakable sound of their laughing fills my ears and makes me even more eager, though I know better than to tell them outright what I want. Unless either of them asks me to, I'm not going to beg. I mean, I'm not sure about Luke, but I know that Spencer prefers when I use visual signs in our daily routine. He likes to hear me use my words, sure, but that's only on occasions where he's in a happier, more giving mood. Most of the fucking we do is when he comes home frustrated and needs to take. No questions asked.

And truthfully, I like that more. Which is why I'd agreed to be his roommate in the end.

Spencer does seem to be more giving today, moving this right along and taking his pants off before walking over to me while his friend follows suit, but I follow our rules anyway, wanting to make a good impression on Luke (though I'm positive I've already secured that bag).

Luke's pants come off too, though he waits until he's right in front of my face. I'm looking up at him with my bottom lip between my teeth, and when he starts to work at his belt, I look down to see.

Meanwhile I feel Spencer's weight dip down behind me, and it doesn't take long for him to slide right in, spreading my legs further and beginning to fuck me steadily. He gathers my hair from my face and into a makeshift ponytail with one hand while the other rests at my hip. "You gonna be a big girl and open your mouth wide, or do I have to make you?"

I respond in kind by slacking my jaw and welcoming Luke, his hands coming down to tilt my chin and slide his thick, hard dick into my mouth.

"That's right, sweetheart," Spencer praises, giving me another small spank and a slight tug of the hair. Meanwhile Luke is slowly fucking my throat, pushing himself deeper with each thrust.

Eventually, the two of them are fucking me with perfect rhythm. Each time Spencer goes in, Luke goes out, and their force is even the same. It's building and building with each second, and I can feel my whole body start to go numb with pleasure. My knees are tingling from the couch, my ass is surely red from how many times Spencer has spanked me, and my throat is bruising beautifully.

Spencer's hand releases my ass and reaches out to my throat. The way he's bending forward gives him a deeper angle inside me, and I can't help the choked whimper that comes out of my mouth because of it. He can feel it, too, because his fingers rest just under my chin.

"His cock feels so good down your throat, doesn't it, baby?" he coos, driving into me harder.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a few seconds to blink away the tears that blur my vision, and when I open them I look up at Luke, pure unadulterated bliss painting his features. He looks down at me with awe and lust and need, and I can tell that it won't be long before he snaps.

"When he comes, you're gonna keep it in, okay? I wanna see it..."

I clench around Spencer at his words, and my orgasm follows shortly after. As soon as I start to come down, Luke holds himself still at the back of my throat and comes with a shout, his hands rooting in my hair. I try my hardest to keep it all in, meanwhile Spencer starts to stutter as well. And by the time Luke is pulling himself away from me, his friend is coming inside me, just like he's done so many times before.

It's a familiar, wonderful feeling, though this time it's even better because I know I have cum filling both ends of me. I feel so full, so warm and numb and fucked out, and I never want to go a single day without it that way.

When Spencer pulls out and leaves the couch, Luke makes room for him in front of me. He steps into view then, reaching his hand out to pry my mouth open and examine his friend's work.

"Oh, sweetheart, you look so pretty with all Luke's cum in your mouth... Doesn't she look pretty, Alvez?"

The other man muses, his hand coming down to graze my cheek. Both their hands are on either side of my face, and they're gazing down at me with such wonderment that I swear I'll do anything to feel this way again— to make them feel this way again.

"She sure does," Luke says, and I nuzzle into his hand. "Just like a proper cumdump."

Their words and their eyes and their touches send butterflies soaring through my whole body and bring an open-mouthed smile to my face.

"You can swallow now," Spencer says, tapping my cheek. I do, and immediately afterwards he leans down to kiss me deeply. I lean into him and flutter my eyes closed, the feeling of his cum dripping out of me and down my leg only adding to the blissful state I'm in.

He pulls away, and I glance over at Luke, who has his dick in his hand and an amused smile on his face. "Damn, I could almost go again..."

I can tell he only means it as a way to keep the mood light, maybe as a joke, but in hopes that it will make him more comfortable with the idea that he can quite literally use me whenever he wants to, I smile as sincerely as I can. "That's what I'm here for," I offer brightly, getting up off the couch and trying to stand on wobbling legs.

I somehow manage, Spencer helps to steady me, and then he laughs, kissing me on the cheek. "You two have fun. I'm gonna shower, and then I have to take care of some errands. That okay with you?"

Luke and I give our approval, Spencer kisses me once more, and then admires me for a few seconds before throwing his friend a wink and heading off to the shower.

The moment I'm alone with Luke Alvez, he takes my hand and gives it a kiss. "You really are something special, princess..."

The nickname, while not entirely new since Spencer had mumbled it a few times with my mouth wrapped around his dick, sounds absolutely delightful coming from Luke's lips.

"Thank you," I purr, leading him to the couch and pulling him on top of me. "But there's still so much for you to discover..."

He hums amusedly, tracing my mouth with his thumb again. This time I take it gently between my teeth before he slips his cock inside me, which inadvertently makes me let go of it in favor of a whimper.

"Well, then I guess it's a good thing I'm moving in..."

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[simpforboys]

ever since new york

she/her pronouns

summary: vinnie and y/n enjoy a trip to new york together

warnings: swearing, catcalling, fluff

this is so bad pls i gave up

honking cars and advertisements were the only thing y/n heard as she felt vinnie guide her through the crowded streets of times square.

vinnie knew y/n hated crowds. he couldn’t help but get frustrated when they came to a halt, a group of people stopped in front of a street sign.

he felt her arms wrap around his frame as she was pressed firmly against his back. “you okay?” he turned around to ask.

“mhm,” she answered. the light finally went to the walk sign as they quickly hurried into the less crowded area.

“oh my god, it’s so pretty.” y/n awed, finally being able to stand comfortably as vinnie walked next to her. “you’re so pretty,” vinnie winked. y/n playfully rolled her eyes, feeling her face grow warm.

he pulled out his phone. “pics for insta?” he asked.

y/n nodded.

the couple switched spots after taking pics, getting some couple ones in too. “i’m absolutely in love with this city,” y/n told vinnie as they began walking into the giant h&m.

“i thought you hated crowds,” vinnie teased.

“i can get over that… eventually…” y/n laughed.

it was the second day of their trip. y/n wanted to relax the first day, get used to the jet lag, and was now out for adventure. so far, they’ve rode the subway to times square.

she had big plans, especially since vinnie booked them the broadway show of wicked. she wanted to see the 9/11 memorial, central park, chinatown, and the statue of liberty.

-

“oh! we have to get something from the food cart,” y/n dragged vinnie. after their little stop in times square, they decided to head to central park.

y/n paid for her and vinnie’s ice cream. holding hands, the beautiful trees that surrounded the park were different colors due to the fall weather.

“we picked an excellent time to come,” y/n said. vinnie nodded in agreement.

“i’m glad it’s not so fucking hot.”

“yeah, summer would be a nightmare. but at least it’s not freezing either like the winter.”

“wanna go to the zoo?” vinnie asked as they approached the central park zoo.

“of course,” y/n answered. she and vinnie paid, walking into the entrance of the zoo.

in the center was a giant pool of water that had sea lions doing tricks and swimming for the onlookers. “they’re so cute,” vinnie said. he pulled out his phone and began taking pictures of the animals.

they quickly walked through the zoo as it wasn’t very big. grizzly bears, snow leopards, snow monkeys, red pandas, and many different reptiles filled the zoo.

“let’s get a souvenir. i’ll pay,” y/n grinned. her and vinnie picked out matching stuffed animals.

-

walking deeper into central park, y/n pulled vinnie down on the grass as they laid on it.

“let’s take a break and enjoy ourselves,” she let out a deep breath.

“agreed. i can’t get over how beautiful the city is.”

“i know. while it’s so fucking expensive, i would think it’s worth it.”

“i think you’re worth it.”

“you’re so cheesy,” y/n laughed. vinnie’s beautiful eyes were sparkling as he laughed with her.

-

that night the couple went back to their hotel room to get ready for dinner at porter house. y/n’s black heels clicked along the street as she held onto vinnie’s jacketed arm.

she was freezing with her exposed legs, her black cocktail dress not giving her warmth. “i told you to wear tights,” vinnie said.

“i underestimated the weather, okay?” y/n said, teeth chattering as they approached the restaurant.

y/n felt chills run down her spine when a man whistled at her. “hot damn, mama!”

vinnie gave the man a dirty look, holding the door open for y/n.

“reservations?”

“hacker for 2 at 7:30,” vinnie said to the hostess.

“right this way,” the brunette smiled. she lead them over to a table next to the giant windows.

“oh wow,” y/n was in awe at the city lights.

“only the best for you, pretty girl,” vinnie grinned.

y/n felt her face heat up again. vinnie’s beautiful features were illuminated perfectly in the dim lights, his long blond curls falling over his face.

“i’m so in love with you, vin.”

“i’m so in love with you, y/n.”

-

a few days later, y/n and vinnie were on a hop on-hop off bus tour. vinnie’s hand was placed on y/n’s thigh as they listened to the tour guide.

they saw the 9/11 memorial, went to more nice dinners, saw their broadway show, and did a lot of shopping.

after their tour they were going to the statue of liberty. taking some good pics for social media, y/n rested her head on vinnie’s shoulder.

the blond pressed a kiss to her nose.

“i’m ready to move here.”

vinnie laughed.

“oh, yeah?”

“mhm.”

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[holylulusworld]

Crush at first sight (1)

Title: Crush at first sight (1)

Written for @spnabobingo​​​​: High School AU

Summary: You are new to town. New to being in love.

Rating: Teen

Ship: Young Alpha!Dean Winchester x Young Omega!Reader

Characters: Lisa Braeden

Warnings: angst, harassing, bullying, a/b/o, fluff, protective Dean, cocky/flirty Dean, awful parents, shitty mother, mentions of cheating and abandonment, both are 18 in this story

A/N: This is an AU. There is no supernatural out there.

A/N2: Part 1/3

Words: 1,4 k

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Being new to town feels odd. Being at a new high school, even worse. You stand in front of strangers and the teacher forces you to tell them about yourself.

What shall you tell them? That your mom ran for the hills with some guy half her age. That your dad moved out of town with you in tow to get away from the noisy neighbors and the people knowing about your mother’s affair? That you are scared to start over in a new town, with new classmates. That you only had one good friend at your old place. Now you lost her too.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you mumble instead, eyes glued to the wall opposite your position. You don’t want to stare at the people in the room, afraid one of them might get pissed. “I moved to town with my dad.”

“What do we do with new classmates?” the teacher chirps. “Come on. I want you to give Y/N a warm welcome. She needs to feel welcome.” She presses on, and you can hear the people groan and complain.

“It’s fine, miss,” whispering the words you pray she will just drop it and leave you be. “I’m a stranger to them. Can’t I just sit down?”

“Welcome, loser,” a girl sneers, making most of the boys’ chuckle. Alright, that’s the one you should not piss of then. “You look like your dad bought your clothes at Walmart.”

“Lisa,” the teacher tuts. “What did I tell you about harassing other girls or betas. I will talk to the dean if you don’t stop. We do not tolerate bullying in this classroom!”

“It’s actually from Tory Burch. My dad bought it in New York for me while he was on a business trip last month,” you lift your gaze off of the wall to glare at Lisa. “Why should I be ashamed to wear clothes my dad bought for me at Walmart? He would mean well and care for me either way,” you quip.

“No one asked you, bitch,” Lisa spats at you. “You’re still a loser.”

“That is enough,” you gasp when a tall alpha jumps up from his chair to defend you. “Can you just stop bitching around all the time? We all have enough of your attitude. You are not the queen of fucking England, Lis. Leave the girl alone. My pants are from Walmart too. Do you want to harass me now?”

“Dean? What? I would never—” she shrinks into herself, whining in distress as the alpha steps past her seat to hold out his hand for you. “DEAN!”

“Hi, the name’s Dean, sweetheart,” he flashes you a bright smile, emerald eyes sparkling as you place your trembling hand into his warm palm. “The spot next to me is still free. I guess you got lucky. You can have it if you want to.”

“O-kay,” you reluctantly let Dean guide you toward the desk next to his place, not missing Lisa and some other girls snarl in your direction. 

After classes, Dean waits for you. “How about I drive you home?” he offers, giving you a cocky smirk. “You know, it’s my duty to get to know all the new and sweet girls coming to town.”

“I’m not sweet,” Dean chuckles at your comment, but sticks around, nonetheless. “Thank you for earlier.” You sniffle. “I’m a little shy when it comes to finding friends.”

“We kids wearing cheap clothes should stick together,” he gives you a wink, making your cheeks heat up. “Lisa is, well Lisa. She’s got a stick up to her ass only as her aunt sends her fancy clothes she doesn’t wear any longer.”

“How do you know I lied?” you wonder aloud as he takes your bag, shrugging. “I shouldn’t have lied, but she made me mad. Dad lost his job after my mom left us and now…”

“Sweetheart, the times are hard. It’s only my dad, me, and my little brother Sammy. We are alone most of the time and have barely enough money to buy food. You don’t have to explain shit to me,” nodding you give Dean a soft smile. “I work after school at Bobby’s place to make extra cash to feed me and my brother.”

“I guess, now that my dad is the only one with an income, I should look for a job too. Maybe I can ask around town,” you hum to yourself. “Do you know anyone hiring?”

“You’re a lucky one, huh? Bobby said a few days ago that he’s looking for help with his papers and crap. Can you type?” Dean walks next to you when you turn to leave the room. “He pays well and is a cool guy. I like him more than my dad sometimes.”

“Yes! And I’m good at mathematics and stuff,” you fall into light conversation with Dean as he guides you through the hallways of the school. “Maybe he’ll hire me. That would be great.”

“I’ll ask him this afternoon. How about I pick you up before work and introduce you to the old geezer.”

“Why are you so nice?” whispering the words you steal glances at the alpha. “You don’t even know me.”

“I recognize someone in need, Y/N. You are just like me. Your parents fucked their marriage up. Your father is not available, and you are left to clean their mess,” he explains. 

“That's not the case. My dad worked his ass off to meet my mother’s expectations. She spent his money on expensive clothes, her beauty, and shit. One day, she decided a younger guy makes her look better,” you sniff, wiping your eyes as you stop right in front of the door. “She left in the middle of the night without looking back.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean holds the door open for you, watches you step out of school. “My mom died when I was barely four. Sammy was still a baby. Dad didn’t take it well. He’s traveling through the country to sell crap to people. My father barely is at home, and if he’s home, he’s not there—” the alpha gives you a sad smile. “I guess you know what I mean.”

“Yeah,” nodding you look at Dean. “It hit my dad hard that mom left us. She didn’t even call for my birthday. It’s been almost a year now. We lost our house, and I had to move thousands of miles away from the only friend I had at my old school.”

“You got a new friend now,” Dean slings his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward his car. “Look, that’s my baby.”

“Oh, that’s a 1967er Impala, right?” you run toward the car to look it all over. “She’s so pretty, and in good shape! Damn.”

“I got a knack for cars, you know. Y/N, be honest with me,” he smirks when you slide your hand over the roof of his car. “Baby is the prettiest car you ever saw, right?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty Dean. It’s the perfect car for you. So cool and still, nice,” you nod at the kind alpha.

“Alright. Get in, and I’ll drive you home.”

“Thank you,” you smile when Dean opens the door for you before he puts your bag in the backseat. 

“How long do you live here, Dean?” you ask as he drives along the street. Your eyes follow the small houses and the white picket fences as they fly by. Lawrence is a sleepy little town to you. Unlike New York, it’s almost silent.

“All my life,” Dean softly replies. “Never made it out of town so far.” He huffs. “One day, I’ll leave this shitty town. I’ll make sure my baby brother makes it to the university and open my own business.”

“Cool plan,” nodding Dean glances at you before he focuses on the street. “I had plans too before my mom left with all the money my dad spared. Now I must rethink my plans and just—”

“Take the chance life gives you,” you chuckle at Dean’s words. It almost sounded poetic to you. “I mean it, sweetheart. Without your mother being a heartless bitch, you would’ve never met me.”

“True,” this time he chuckles as you scoot a little close to sniff in his direction. “I never met a cocky and sweet alpha like you before, Dean Winchester.”

“I knew you’ll fall for me the moment you entered the classroom,” he smirks now, loving he made you laugh. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I will watch your back. Just stick to my side and no one will bug you. Lisa must learn she cannot bully other girls.”

“Thank you, again. I can never pay you back for your kindness…”

“Marry me one day and we are golden, sweetheart,” Dean gives you a wink. “You’re going to be a pretty bride…”

>> Part 2

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[lune-hime]

I just love your writing and have been reading a lot of your stuff these past few days. I really enjoyed how you wrote Logan Howletts character, you did an amazing job. I think of those two stories you wrote as connected, and seeing that your requests are open, could you write possibly how they meet or moments in their relationship? Whatever comes to mind.

Hope your well and enjoy writing this if you decide to take it. ❤️

It makes me so incredibly happy that you have been loving my stories and my portrayal of Logan :’). Logan and reader’s first meeting had been previously requested so I went with a few moments in their relationship. Thank you for being patient with me in posting this, I hope you enjoy and that you are doing well <3. 

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A Second-First Meeting

“You’re Logan.” Storm let out a melodic chuckle, her realization breaking the silence within the jet.

“Uh...yeah.” He said with a quirked brow. The ivory haired woman’s jaw went slack and another giddy laugh erupted from her. Logan's eyes darted from the oddly acting woman to Rogue who only shrugged, looking just as confused as he was.

“Logan from Canada.” She stated in semi-awe, looking him up and down as if comparing him to information she already had. It made Logan feel like he was missing something.

“He looks dirtier than she described.” Scott let out a snarky huff from the pilot’s seat.

“Okay, what is this?” Logan rose his voice to just below a growl, irritation evident in his tone. Storm put her hands up in harmless defense.

“You met Y/N in the summer. Saved her from becoming a prune all alone in the woods, remember?” Storm said and beamed brightly. Logan’s eyes widened as the memory came flooding back. The bears, the beautiful girl, the thunderous storm and her lightening energy.

“You know Y/N?” He said in disbelief.

“Know her? She’s my best friend.” Storm giggled. “She told us all about you; how she fended off that bear but didn’t have to fend you off when you guys huddled up in your car.”

Storm winked at him as he narrowed his eyes at her teasing. Rogue let out a little giggle of her own at Logan’s speechlessness.

“We’re landing.” Scott announced as everyone began feeling their smooth decrease in altitude.

“All jokes aside, thanks for looking out for her.” Storm added with a kind smile before she swiveled in her copilot’s seat to help Scott with their descent.

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“Hey, kid, is Y/N here?” Logan asked the child in front of him. He found himself on the precipice of a new life it seems, but more literally on the precipice of the lounge area in Xavier's Mansion. He was exhausted after an abrupt and confusing flight from his little slice of Alberta to New York. His head was spinning from all of the information about Mutant Brotherhoods and Striker that was just laid upon him. And now the remembrance of the girl caught in the rain who had once told him she lived at this very school.  

“Ms. Y/N? Yeah she lives here.” The child said nonchalantly. Each time he blinked, a new channel would appear on the almost theatre sized TV. “She sometimes teaches my kinetics training.”

Logan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Relief washed over him that he would have at least one familiar face here.

“Where can I find her?” He asked the boy who still hadn’t taken his gaze away from the television. He briefly paused on the Disney channel before continuing his search.

“Why would I know? I’ve been watching TV all morning.” The kid huffed as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. Logan grumbled and sauntered out of the room and back into the many mahogany halls of the massive building.

As he neared the large eastern courtyard, he caught a glimpse of just the woman he was looking for. Through the immaculately planted dormant shrubs he observed you standing next to an ornate fountain chatting with a girl who looked to be around middle school age. He felt that same energizing hum in his chest as he did a few months ago when he took in your appearance. The way you smiled so sweetly at the student, the way your hair was gently pulled from your face by the brisk winter wind, in how your legs bobbed back and forth in place as they fended off the early afternoon chill. He waited for you to finish your conversation with the child before he made his presence known.

“Y/N?” He called tentatively as he eased his way between the garden boughs. You looked up towards the direction of your summon. When you saw who it was, your eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Logan!” You chirped and jogged over to him. “How was the flight?”

“You knew I was coming?” He asked, surprised at the lack of surprise in your reaction.

“I did.” You answered with a guilty smile. “I’m a part of the team now too so I was there when Charles made the call to find you.”

Logan’s mind tried to connect the dots between the sweet yet snappy, soaked girl he met before to the cleaned up, self assured one standing before him. He pictured you using your abilities to fight opponents rather than bears and guessed you would be goddamned good at it with sparks like yours.

“I’m really glad he did…” You trailed off with the beginnings of a goofy grin. “That he found you and brought you here of course, not that you’re being targeted by the Brotherhood-”

“It’s good to see you again.” He confessed, his honeyed voice coating your rambling and effectively adding to the chilly redness of your cheeks.

“You too.” You replied softly, trying not to ogle at his casual attire of heather gray sweatshirt and joggers.

“I think you owe me, though. I gave you a free ride back then.” He declared with a smirk.

“Fine, do you need a ride to the nearest tractor supply for a new wardrobe?” You quipped back. Logan let his half smile bloom into a full crescent moon.

“Sure, if I can take you out for a drink after.” He proposed with a look that made you feel like the New England snow had suddenly melted around you and you were now in a humid jungle.

“Well, I did have another date tonight…” You began, looking up at the taller man through your lashes. If you hadn’t already been looking at him, you wouldn’t have noticed the minute clench of his jaw.

“Buuuut, I don’t think he would be able to handle being accidentally zapped as well as you would.” You continued playfully. Your suitor paled in any comparison to the old acquaintance that had just arrived at your doorstep. The amusement in your eyes was contagious, spreading to Logan’s forested green orbs and down to his boyish grin.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

Firelight

You hummed in utter bliss. The warmth of the campfire kissed your bare legs as your tired eyes gazed upon the moon basked lake in front of you. You nuzzled deeper into the crook of Logan’s neck as the crickets and the treefrogs serenaded you with a private summer evening concert.

Logan’s hand lazily ran the expanse of your hip and thigh from your position curled across him in the camping chair. He was about to close his eyes in complete relaxation when a boisterous banging erupted from one of the cabins in your section of the campground. The clanging was followed by a teenage chorus of muffled curses and cackles. The two of you had volunteered to be counselors of sorts on this weeklong camping trip Charles held for his beloved students each summer.  Logan groaned at the disturbance, slightly annoyed with your rowdy group of students.

“They’re just having fun. As long as no one comes out on fire or with a leg missing it's fine.” You spoke up, tone laced with amusement. “Admit you love them-and spending quality time with them out here.” 

You felt Logan huff against you at your wholesome accusation. 

“I love being out here in the woods, with you.” 

Logan’s answer wasn’t to your satisfaction. You zapped him gently with a single crackle of your energy just beneath the rib cage.  When he jolted from the surprise attack, you folded yourself to him so that you were now straddling his lap. 

“Sure. Not like I saw you earlier spending an hour teaching Rogue how to fish properly after she got her line all strung up in the nearest tree. Or how you, willingly I might add, played hide and seek with the younger ones when you were supposed to be taking a break. Or when-” 

You rambled off his sweet acts in adoration until he leaned up to press his lips to yours. You sunk into his embrace and sighed at the euphoric feeling. 

“Alright, alright. You’ve proved your point.” He grumbled half heartedly. In the fading natural light, you could see the lazy smile that adorned his face had become dusted with your lip gloss. You returned his response with a triumphant grin as he gingerly grasped the back of your head and pulled you to him once more. His heated palms sailed over your curves like a forest fire as your kisses deepened. You let out a small moan when he discretely bucked his hips into yours. 

Or, what the two of you had thought was discrete. 

“Gross. I’m just trying to get to the bathroom.” Bobby complained with a grimace as he walked by the two of you towards the community restrooms. You let out a chuckle as Logan brought his fist up to Bobby’s line of vision, a single adamantium claw extending to flip the younger man off against the firelight. 

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[midgardianweasley]

The Royal Ball

The Royal Ball

Loki laufeyson x Fem!reader

Summary: There is an Asgard ball being hosted in the palace, Y/N is yet to find a date to accompany her. She’s disappointed when a certain God doesn’t ask her, however, what happens when he sees someone else getting a little too close for comfort throughout the night?

Warnings: lil bit angsty, self doubt, JEALOUS LOKI, fluffy ending

Word Count: 3.3k

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Y/F/N - Your Friend’s Name

It was a beautiful autumn’s day, crisp brown leaves were falling off of the large trees in the courtyard and scattering the cobbled ground. Loki and I had been wandering around for some time now, discussing everything from the books we’ve been reading to the dreams that have come to us in our sleep.

“And then this huge ghost thing was chasing me around the halls! and if that wasn’t weird enough, you popped up-”

“Ah, seeing me in your dreams are we, darling?”  Loki chuckled, taking great pleasure at the fact that he had made an appearance in my subconscious, completely ignoring my distress at being chased by a supernatural being.

“Funny you should say that, right after seeing you, I woke up. The sight must’ve given me quite the scare.” I scoffed, a smile unable to stop itself from making its way onto my face, eyes meeting his, face etched with shock. With a hand to his chest, he spoke again in disbelief.

“You have truly offended me, love. I never knew you had this side to you.”

“What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.” I winked, nudging his side slightly with my elbow.

“Really? Can you produce illusions?”

“No.”

“Look inside other people’s heads?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Turn yourself into a snake to scare your eight year old brother?”

“I still can’t believe you did that”

“My greatest achievement yet.” He smirked, the memory never failing to amuse him.

His stories always had me in awe of his capabilities, even if it was to give his brother a long-term fear, it was still an incredible talent. Whenever he tells me of his latest adventures or tricks, I always think of how well his title fits him. God of Mischief. Maybe that’s why I liked him much more than what a best friend should, not that I'd ever admit it. Not to him anyway.

We soon found ourselves standing next to one of the windows of the hallway, the crystal clear glass giving a beautiful view of the city of Asgard. From here, you could see the Queen’s gardens, full of flowers in all different colours and types, grass cut to perfection. You could see the families in the town, walking around the different buildings, children playing. It was lovely to watch, seeing everyone enjoy the seasonal weather and the light bounce off of the windows, it was ethereal.

“I never get tired of this.” I sighed, voice only slightly above a whisper

“Tired of what, love?”

“Just, this. This view, this kingdom, it’s incredible.” I looked up at Loki, trying to see if he was seeing the same beauty that I did. He was already looking at me when I met his eyes and upon seeing the way they sparkled, I assumed he did.

“Actually, speaking of the Kingdom, I have something to tell you. There’s-”

Abruptly stopping him from continuing his sentence, voices were heard from the other end of the hallway, though we couldn’t make out the words until they came closer. We gave each other a quick look of confusion before turning to see where the commotion was coming from, hearing the quick and heavy footsteps before being able to put names to the faces.

“Loki! Y/N!” A deep voice bellowed. Was that Thor making all of that noise?

Before I could process any more information, a blur of a pastel pink dress was in my face and hands were placed on my shoulders. I smiled down at the slightly out of breath figure using me as a support stand, it was Y/F/N.

“Wow, Y/F/N, you sound much different than when I spoke to you yesterday, did you drink something funny?” I chuckled, receiving a glare from my friend and a quiet laugh from the God beside me. Thor soon appeared next to Y/F/N, hands on his hips and head thrown back as he tried to compose himself.

“My God, Y/F/N, you run fast.” He pants.

“Care to tell us why you’re both running like madmen through the palace?” Loki speaks, one eyebrow raised in curiosity and what looked a little like concern.

“We..had to..tell you..there’s a ball..next week.” Y/F/N spoke, a bit more stable now, but still in between breaths.

I felt my eyes widen, a ball? I didn’t know Asgard held balls.

“Father is opening up the palace next week to neighbouring kingdoms, in hopes to be closer with them, open Asgard up to more trade opportunities, build relationships and whatnot.” Thor explained, emitting a loud sigh to come from Loki.

“I was just about to tell her, brother. Thank you for interrupting.” He rolled his eyes, half joking, half serious. I reached up and patted his shoulder gently, a small smile on my face.

“Maybe next time Lok” He nodded in response, I didn’t get a chance to comfort him much more before I was being pulled away by Y/F/N. With a small huff of surprise, I gave Loki a glance, silently apologising for our conversation being cut short, receiving a shake of his head in reply, affirming me to not worry about it.

“So.” she begins. “We need to find you a date and a dress. I’m thinking blue. I’m wearing purple so it’s probably best to avoid that one. Hmm. let’s see..oh! I know! we could- Y/N? You listening?” I snapped my head around, not missing the sly smile that was plastered all over my friend’s face.

“Y/F/N, don’t-”

“Loki! He has to be your date. You could wear green and match! If he’s even going to wear green, I'm sure I can get Thor to find out, I assume they’ll get ready together. And black accessories! I have so many ideas.” She clapped her hands, over-excited about the opportunity to plan this evening for us. Except for one minor detail.

“That sounds great, Y/F/N, it sounds wonderful, you’re just missing something.”

“Missing something? Oh, if you mean our hair then i’ve already-”

“No, not our hair. Loki hasn’t asked me, and I doubt he will.” I spoke, the second half coming out more as a whisper, my heart dropping a little at the thought. He’d never really expressed having those kinds of feelings for me and I'd always seen him be close with different girls around the palace, he’ll probably ask one of them.

“He might ask you, you never know what’s around the corner.”

“I guess so, we’ll have to wait and see.”

And that was the last we spoke of it before she went into full planner mode again, while I continued to ponder over all of the thoughts running through my head. I mean, he could ask me, right?

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He didn’t.

After talking about it with Y/F/N, I had a glimmer of hope that maybe I was wrong, maybe I hadn’t noticed something that she had, that Loki would approach me and ask me to be his company for the evening.

I spent the next couple of days with him, hoping he would ask me, everytime a pause would appear in conversation, maybe he was finally going to do it. And everytime, a little bit of the hope I had, had fizzled out.

I’d even considered other reasons as to why he hadn’t asked, maybe the King didn’t want him and Thor to have dates so that they could mingle with members of the other kingdoms. Of course that theory had flown right out one of the Palace’s windows when Y/F/N told me that Thor was going to be her date. I was right then, he wasn’t wanting to go with me.

I guess I understood, I’m the best friend, we’d always been that. I think a part of me just thought that maybe he, like me, wanted something a little more. Clearly, I was mistaken.

Y/F/N and I had been getting ready for a while now, our hair was styled to perfection, our dresses were on and both of us were fully accessorized. We were looking at ourselves in the mirror, doing spins and curtseys and gushing over how good the other looked.

“You look amazing tonight, Y/N, really. Loki is missing out.”

“Thank you, and I'm sure his date is beautiful.” I spoke, fidgeting with the fabric of my dress, trying to avoid the subject and the twisting knot in my stomach at the thought of him with someone else all night. “You look incredible! You were right to pick purple, it’s definitely your colour.”

“Y/N’s right, you look gorgeous.” Thor declared, leaning against the doorway sporting a black suit and a dark purple tie, the perfect match with his date’s dress. I could feel my eyes light up when seeing how happy the simple, yet effective comment had made Y/F/N. Rushing over, she engulfed Thor in a hug before leaning up slightly and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Ah and can’t forget, Y/N, you look stunning tonight.” He gestured to me, arm almost scanning me up and down.

“Stop, you’ll make me blush.” I laughed. “You both head off, I’ll catch up.”

“Are you sure? We don’t mind waiting?” Y/F/N questioned.

“Don’t be silly. You guys go on ahead, I'll meet you there.”

With a nod and a wave, they were off. They really did look like a perfect match tonight. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, fixing any stray hairs, flattening any kinks in my dress. Realistically, I was probably trying to prolong leaving for as long as I could. I was excited, but I was turning up on my own while everyone else had someone, it was a bit nerve-wracking. I still wanted to look my best though.

“Stop trying to convince yourself that you look good, you could literally blow an army of men away by looks alone.” A voice spoke, I spun to see who was speaking, the flash of green was enough to decipher who it was.

“You look lovely tonight, darling.” He grinned, the pet name had set off butterflies in my stomach.

“Thank you. As do you.”

“Well, I did put in an effort, nice to know it’s appreciated.” He joked, a breathy laugh left my lips, entertained by his words.

“Yes, well, I'm sure plenty of others will too.”

“The eyes will never leave me, I'm sure. Unless they’re on you, then I'd be surprised if I get even so much as a glimpse in my direction. Someone is a very lucky guy tonight, that’s for sure.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked, confused by his statement.

“Well, they get to be beside you all evening, it’s a beautiful view.” He winked.

It could’ve been you, I thought. I knew he was joking, however that didn’t stop the fire in me from igniting.

“I could say the same for you, someone is a very lucky girl.”

“I’ll be sure to let her know if she ever thinks otherwise.” Joking, again.

So he had asked someone. Albeit disappointed, I'm happy he’s happy. Though I still wish I was the girl in question, I couldn't stop him if he was interested in someone else. That wasn’t fair.

Giving him a brief nod and a tight lipped smile, I picked up the front of my dress a little bit and made my way out of the room and downstairs to the ball. I could still enjoy myself, the night is young, I've got this.

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“It was crazy! And let me tell you, my dad was so angry with me. He didn’t let me serve Turkey again after that year.” Charlie, a guy that I had met an hour or so ago, finished his story of the Christmas horror he had, allowing me to relax for the first time that evening. Up until now, it had felt like all I’d seen was either happy couples, or stares from across the room. Usually the second and usually Loki. The same Loki who had a girl’s arm linked with his and was looking at him like he held the world in his grasp. I broke the gaze, finding it difficult to look at the pair for any longer, as I turned back to Charlie so he could have my attention again, a lazy smile was present as he took a sip of his wine.

“I don’t blame him, really, it sounds like you started a riot!” I exclaimed, sending us both into a full on belly laugh, thinking back to the story. This continued for another five or so minutes, laughter turning into a low chuckle, as if we were about to be told off for how loud we were being. Just as my hand had reached his arm to help hold me up, saving me from laughing myself into the ground, Loki and his date had made their way over.

“Enjoying ourselves, I hope?” He beamed, taking one look at me before giving his full attention to Charlie.

“Yes, yes we are, thank you. How about the two of you?”

“Ye-”

“It’s been fine, yeah, good. So, what’s your name then?” Loki interrupted, his date having no choice but to leave him to respond instead.

“I’m Charlie Fernsby.” He held his hand out, greeting Loki. A gesture that was very awkwardly not reciprocated as he let his hand fall back to his side before Loki spoke up again.

“Charlie..Charlie, now, isn’t that a girl’s name?”

“Loki!” I scolded, giving him an evil side glance, what was he doing?

“No, no it’s okay. Yeah, it can be used for girls too, but it's common for boys to have the name Charlie.” Polite as ever, he responded. A mischievous look made its way onto the God’s face. Oh no.

“So, I take it your parents wanted a girl?”

“I- I’m sorry?”

“I assume your parents wanted a girl, considering they’ve given you a girl’s name?” I rolled my eyes, this teasing was unnecessary.

“Charlie, let’s go and get a drink.” I tried to tug him away, only to be halted by another sentence leaving my best friend’s mouth.

“It was only a question, I'm sure he doesn’t mind answering, do you Carl?”

“Charlie.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You said-” I tried to interject, but he was quick to stop me

“I know what I said, Y/N, but I'm speaking to him. Let him answer the question.”

Loki’s date was long gone by now, she’d left to speak to another group of people, presumably another few couples, leaving us three to have this discussion, thing, whatever you would think to call it.

“I’m just saying, maybe they would’ve preferred a daughter, seeing as they’ve very obviously made that clear.” He beamed, expecting me to join in and agree with him, I don’t find this funny. At all.

“Can you excuse us, Charlie? Loki, A word.” I pointed to the door, giving him a look implying for him not to test me.

“I’m in trouble. Wish me luck Carlos.”

“Charlie.”

“I know, that’s what I said.”

I pushed him all the way out the door, into the hallway and round the corner so as not to disturb everyone else’s evening. When I’d made sure there was no one else around, I looked up at the Asgardian, my arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, I wasn’t impressed anymore.

“So, are we out here for some hide or seek, or?”

“What the hell was that in there?!” I raised my voice slightly, his need to always make everything a joke wasn’t working this time. He had his night, his date, he didn’t need to come over and insult mine.

“What was what, darling? I was making conversation.”

“You were making fun of him.”

“No, I showed some concern about his parents choices, that’s all. Friendly advice if anything.” He looked a bit more frustrated with me now, as though he was stating the obvious and it was going over my head. I wasn’t having it this time.

“No, Loki. You weren’t and you know you weren’t. You had your date, she was fine, you were fine-”

“Well-”

“Let me finish. Everything was fine. Until you caught sight of me having a friendly conversation with another guy who wasn’t you. But guess what Lok, I’m allowed to do that! I’m an adult, I can speak with whoever I like!” My arms were all over the place now, my frustration was starting to show itself, it seems I had a bit pent up.

I saw his lips move, I heard something, but it was so quiet I couldn't make it out.

“Speak up, Loki. I can’t hear you.”

“I said, if you think he was just being friendly, you’re clearly out of your mind.”

Is he serious?

“Are you- Loki, you have no right to make a judgement on who and how and why I interact with other people. Not that it should matter to you anyway, you’ve spoken to other women before and I've never said a word or tried to stop you. Why does this matter so much?”

Silence.

“No, please, go on, tell me, enlighten me as to why this bothered you so much tonight, because trust me, I'm dying to know, truly.” I was shouting now, I just wanted answers for his behaviour, I didn’t think it would be this difficult.

His hands had made his way into his trouser pockets, eyes looking everywhere before settling on mine. He looked conflicted, I wanted to drop it when I saw his troubled gaze, but I couldn’t go back in there without an explanation.

“Ple-”

“I like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear, love? That I was so uncomfortable seeing some you get close with some guy that I had to embarrass him in front of you? Something I'm sure my father won’t be so impressed to hear, but there, you’ve got your confession.” His voice had gone much louder than mine, taking me by surprise, so much so that it took me a minute to process what he had said. He liked me?

He turned to leave, I assume because I hadn't said anything for a matter of minutes, but I gently grabbed his arm, tugging him back towards me. I looked up into his eyes again. I was so close that you could see the specs of different colours spotted in them, they were flawless. This view beats the Asgard view anyday.

“Why didn’t you mention this before?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. Worried I guess. We’d never spoken of moving past friendship and I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“I’m more than interested, Loki.” I grinned, my smile meeting my eyes, never leaving his.

“Not Chelsey?”

“For the love, it’s Ch-”

I couldn’t say his name, a certain pair of lips had stopped me from doing so. As they molded against mine, my hands went up to tangle themselves in his hair, his hands falling to my waist and pulling me closer, I didn’t even think that could be possible. We pulled away when we needed to catch a breath, foreheads falling against each other, smiles painted on both of our faces.

“I bet I'll be in your dreams again tonight.” He whispered.

“I bet I'll be in yours.”

“Always are, Darling. Always are.”

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Hiya! Could you do smth where the reader is masturbating in her room thinking about Bucky. When then Bucky sneaks in your room hiding from Sam chasing him, he hears you moaning his name and gets flushed but instead of leaving he decides to help you out and show you that the real thing is better than imagining it ? :)) and maybe his POV too ? ☺️ thank you dear. I’d really crave some soft Bucky smut atm.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut!! Minors dni plz, fluff, soft!dom bucky

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: thanks for the request; this was supposed to be a blurb but it’s like three thousand words omggg i can’t stopp nfviuapfgvaioufv

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“Where is he?” Sam grabbed the counter and shouted startling the people gathered in the kitchen. Steve spilled his coffee, Wanda threw her apples, and Tony choked on his cereal milk coming out of his nose.

“Who!” Steve said angrily. 

“Buck!” Sam growled. 

“We don’t fucking know!” Tony yelled as Pepper cleaned him up with a napkin. Sam bolted out of the kitchen down the hall scanning for the soldier.

“Where are you, you fucking metal-armed freak!” he screamed. 

Bucky on the other hand had slipped easily past your door; just barely cracking it to see an angry Sam Wilson stomping through the hall in search of Bucky. What for? Well, Sam has this fear roaches; he hates them, absolutely despises even the thought of a cockroach.

Bucky printed and cut out the silhouette of a huge cockroach and taped it to the inside of Sam’s bedside lamp so that when he sticks his hand under the shade, he’ll see the fake roach and hopefully scream in terror; well that was more than successful. Now Sam wanted to beat the shit of him for ruining his morning. 

Sam was soon out of sight and Bucky breathed out a breath of relief closing the door completely; locking it just in case Sam tries to come into your room looking for him. You and Bucky were very close, almost too close as Steve would say. He was found with you in your room a lot, whether it’d be playing video games, or eating lunch while watching TV, or listening to music that Bucky missed out on. 

He was in your room a lot so he knew you wouldn’t mind the unexpected visit. After you knew about his little prank; you would die of laughter if he told you about Sam’s reaction. Before Bucky turned around, he heard you.

“Buck,” you breathed out. 

Bucky’s brows furrowed and when he turned around…

“Holy shit.”

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“He’s gonna kill you,” you grinned at Bucky. He sat next to you with a pair of scissors in hand cutting out the black silhouette of that god awful roach.

“So worth it,” he smirked. 

“You didn’t answer my question though, doll. Why are you up so early? Pretty girls like you need their beauty rest,” he nudged your arm with elbow, making you roll your eyes.

“I just couldn’t sleep. Was tossing and turning all night,” you told him. 

“You know my bed is always available for cuddles that'll put you right to sleep,” he winked at you.

“You wish,” you retorted.

“Every night,” he said, making you feel shy. 

Bucky smirked to himself knowing how his words affected you. It was no secret that was deeply infatuated with you; but you always declined his advances and he respected that always. But that didn’t mean he stopped his endless flirting; never failed to make you laugh.

“You’re so pretty,” he smiled at you.

“Shut up, Buck,” you shook your head, “I’m gonna head back to my room; try and get some shut eye for at least twenty minutes. Let me know how your little prank goes.”

“Will do.” 

You shut your bedroom door and crawled languidly into your bed. You close your eyes and in doing so you’re met with those gorgeous cerulean blue eyes that haunted you every night. You immediately pop back up.

Goddammit, Bucky. 

Fuck you and striking eyes. Fuck you and your perfect nose. Fuck you and kissable lips. And strong arms. And your hands, oh your hands… Stop!

Your body erupted into goosebumps and your stomach fluttered just at the thought of him. Fuck the things you’d let him do to you. Why haven't you, you ask? Well he asked you on a date and thinking it was some sort of bet with Sam, because men are assholes and it wouldn’t be the first that happened, you kindly declined. 

The next day, Sam and Steve both said they didn’t know he was gonna ask you and had nothing to do with it. So you bolted to Bucky’s room only to find another woman curled to his side in his bed. 

“Y/n,” Bucky’s eyes were wide with guilt. 

“Hey, uh- I uh, I just wanted to ask um- what you wanted… for breakfast. I’m buying,” you breathed out a nervous chuckle. 

“I’m ok-” As soon as you heard those words you bolted out of his room hearing him call your name. You weren’t particularly pissed off, or enraged but it kinda hurt. 

Since then however, you don’t think you have seen Bucky even talk to another woman; even at one of Tony’s galas. And he always flirted and joked with you, even more this time than before. You weren’t going to lie, you both loved it and hated it. It gave you confidence while also ruining your panties with just a smile. 

Speaking of ruined panties.

You tossed your sheets over and shimmied out of your pajama bottoms. You took your panties off too pulling one side back to shoot it into the laundry basket since those were going to be in desperate need of a wash. 

You licked your fingers before pressing them against your burning pussy. You bit your lip stifling your moans as you circled your clit. You imagined Bucky’s hand instead of yours and you imagined him whispering dirty things in your ear. 

Your other hand went under your shirt and kneaded your breast softly. You clenched your thighs together approaching your orgasm quickly when suddenly you were a loud scream echo in the building. 

You instantly retracted your hand for a second remembering that Bucky had his little prank; Sam clearly found out now. But you soon put that aside and continued thinking about Bucky. He was so perfect; how could anyone look at him and not fall in love? He was so handsome and charming. And his physique. Holy hell, you would give anything to run your hands all over his muscled torso. Kiss up and down his chest and tell him how beautiful he was. 

You wanted him pressed against you rutting his hips into you like there was no tomorrow. You wanted to feel his fingers touch you the way you're touching yourself right now thinking about him. You wanted to hear him groan and moan in your ear. You wanted all of him. 

“Buck,” you finally moaned out. 

“Y/n?”

“Oh god, Buck!” you shrieked grabbing your sheets to cover your modesty.

“Sorry, I uh- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in,” he stuttered covering his eyes. 

“Why are you in here?” you asked him.

“Sam is chasing me and I sought refuge here,” he said.

“You can open your eyes; I’m decent now,” you mumbled. 

Bucky slowly brought his hands down looking at you with a guilty expression. He walked up to your bed and sat hesitantly beside you. Your knees were tucked into you and your arms wrapped around them protectively. Heat crawled up your spine and you felt sweaty and embarrassed to be caught so vulnerably, especially by the man whose name you were moaning. 

“I’m so sorry,” you said, avoiding his gaze. 

“Don’t be, we all do it.”

“I know it’s- it’s still embarrassing,” you mumbled. 

“Because?” you stayed silent not really wanting to say it out loud.

“Because you were thinking about me?” Bucky crawled closer to you pulling the sheet from your bare legs gracefully. Your breathing quicken rapidly, your chest heaving up and down. 

“You know, I uh- I think about you too; all the time,” he whispered as he dragged his knuckles up your lower leg.

“You don’t have to imagine anymore. I’m right here. Just say the words and I’ll give everything,” he was so close; his fingertips ghosting the sides of your thighs. 

“Bucky,” you breathed against his lips, “No, stop.”

Bucky instantly backed away, retracting his hands. He looked at you with confusion and you avoided his gaze once again. 

“Buck, I know you just want to sleep with me-”

“Woah what! Did Sam tell you that? Fucking asshole, I’m gonna kill him,” Bucky got up but you pulled his hand back so he’d sit down again.

“No, you- ugh. When you asked me out, a long time ago, I thought you were doing a bet or something with Sam; so I said no to avoid any humiliation. I told Sam and he said he didn’t even know about it, that he had nothing to do with it. So I went to your room to tell you that I liked you back but you were… ‘busy’,” you explained. 

Bucky casted his eyes and head down remembering that day vividly. He knew exactly what happened. He asked you out and when you said no he was crushed. He asked Thor if he had any mead with him; it was the only thing that could get him drunk. And he got on a bike and booked it to the closest nightclub. 

Bucky finished Thor’s flask and he doesn’t even remember what happened that night. He woke up the next morning with someone in his bed and he freaked. He knew he fucked up and he regretted going out. Suddenly you barged through the door with a beautiful smile on your face but when you saw his unwanted guest, all the sparkle in your face died. 

He didn’t see you the rest of the day and it killed him. The woman was nice and actually was very understanding so at least he had that going for him. From that day on Bucky didn’t even look at any other women, let alone give them an ounce of attention. His eyes were simply set on you in hopes one day you’d give him a second chance. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I know I fucked up and if you want me to leave, I will.”

“I’m not mad, we’re not together and you have every right to do that. It just kinda hurt that you moved on so fast,” you chuckled a bit.

“I didn’t! I… I just fucked up. I still want you, not just your body; even though you’re so fucking sexy,” he reached out and squeezed your thigh making you grin, as hard as you tried not to. 

“I still think about you all the time. You’re so funny, and beautiful, and sexy, did I mention how sexy you are?” he said, making you laugh. 

“Maybe once or twice,” you giggled.

“I don’t want you thinking that I’m using you. I like you a lot. And I know you like me,” he raised his eyebrow making you sheepish. 

“Sorry about that again,” you chuckled.

“Don’t be. I can show the real thing instead, all you have to do is say the word,” he brushed his nose against yours. It was so tempting. He was just so irresistible. So all hell went out the window and you caved.

“Please,” you whispered.

Bucky pressed his lips languidly against yours, as if he’d done so a thousand times before. His hand slipped up your inner thigh and you gasped softly into Bucky’s mouth. He pushed his tongue in, swirling it around your and your neck craned back as he kissed you deeper. 

His knuckles brushed your wet folds and you shuddered under his touch. His lips trailed down to your jaw and neck as his fingers stroked your folds circled your entrance. You laid back staring up at Bucky who quickly got rid of his shirt before bringing his finger back down to your pussy. 

He slowly inserted a finger past your slick folds carfeully watching your face and the pleasure that was overcasted. You bit your lip staring into his eyes and Bucky grew hard simply from that. He pumped his finger in and out of you feeling your thighs wanting to press together from bliss. 

“Bucky, please I need more,” you whined. 

“Of course, my baby,” he smiled before adding another finger into your entrance. You moaned through gritted teeth feeling already full with just his fingers, you couldn’t imagine his cock. Your shirt had slowly ridden up exposing your belly. Bucky leaned down and kissed your skin, his lips feeling cold in contrast to your hot skin. 

Bucky breathed heavy at the sight of you. You were so beautiful and Bucky felt his heart swell. He’s been pining after you for so long and now you were finally here writhing under him in ecstasy. 

“You look so perfect, baby,” he whispered.

“Fuck, Bucky, your fingers feel so good,” you brushed your hands through his hair. 

“Yeah, you wanna cum? You cum all over my fingers?”

“Yes! Please let me cum,” you arched your chest to the air. 

“Come on, my baby. Let go.” You gushed all over his hand, your body spasming as you orgasmed. 

“So fucking pretty,” Bucky removed his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. You moaned at the sight of him licking his fingers and you pulled him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

Bucky stood up and discarded his pants quickly grabbing his cock. He walked to you and you replaced his hand with your slowly moving up and down his shaft. You circled your thumb over his swollen tip and you could feel his body tremble in your hand.

“Fucking tease, aren’t ya,” he grabbed your jaw and you smiled cheekily. 

He pulled your shirt off your body and his hands instantly went to your breasts, squeezing and pinching making you moan. His erection stood tall against your thigh and you grew needy for him.

“Please, baby. Please, I need you,” you held his face. 

“I gotcha, don’t worry. I’m gonna take real good care of my baby. I’m here,” Bucky whispered in your ear. 

He slowly pushed into you, his cock stretching you out. You whimpered at the feelin, never having felt so full before. Bucky kissed the skin below your ear as he slowly bottomed out. He stayed that way for a moment and soon you started wiggling your hips desperately asking him to move but he wouldn’t.

“Stop moving, doll. I just wanna feel ya,” he kept his face buried in your neck. 

“Bucky,” you breathed out.

“I know baby, you’re fucking tight. Squeezing me already too,” he chuckled.

You continued letting out whines and whimpers and Bucky’s heart nearly exploded. He propped himself on his elbows looking lovingly down at you and moved his hips back before pushing back in. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. Bucky kissed you senselessly, moaning deeply into your mouth. His hips thrusted wildly in and out of you, making your toes curled.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re taking me so well; such a pretty baby,” he praised. 

You couldn’t form proper words; everything fell from your lips when you tried. Bucky is completely ruining you. Rutting into your hips, surely to leave bruises, he grazed your g spot perfectly pulling loud moans from you everytime.

“Ya feel that? Feel how deep I’m fucking this perfect little pussy?” Bucky grabbed your hand placing it on your lower stomach where you could feel his cock poking your hand with each thrust. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re fucking me so fucking good, I’m gonna cum,” yoou whimpered. 

“Say my name when you do baby. I want everyone in this goddamn building to know you’re mine,” his hips became sporadic. 

“Oh fuck; James!” you chanted his real name, surprising Bucky. He wanted you to say ‘Buck’ like you always do but hearing his first name fall from your lips, he only ever wanted to hear you say it reminding him of this very moment forever.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he grunted before spilling inside you. He coated your velvety walls with his hot cum and that was enough to make you fall off the edge too. Your eyes rolled back and your nails dragged harshly down his back. You protruded your chest up to his and Bucky could feel your perked nipples on his skin. 

He watched you with pure infatuation. Your face quickly relaxed to a tired and bliss expression. You breathed heavily out trying to settle your breathing. Bucky looked at your lips and captured them on his own one last time before running to your bathroom to clean you up. 

“You are so beautiful, my baby,” he whispered.

“Fuck, that was so good,” you said fervorly, pulling his flush against your body by his neck.

“And it’s-” he was interrupted by your phone ringing beside you.

“It’s Steve,” you told him before looking at the time at the top left of your screen. You were twenty minutes late to your morning session with Steve. You gasped covering your mouth with your hand in shock. 

“I’m late to my early sesh with Steve,” you laughed hysterically.

“Here, let me,” Bucky grabbed your phone sitting up to talk to Steve.

“Buck no,” you crawled behind him trying to grab your phone but not having the energy to chase his hand.

“Hey, Y/n’s busy.”

You heard a muffled voice, “Doing what, Buck?”

“Sucking my dick,” he said with absolute no hesitation.

“Buck!” you snatched the phone from his hand. 

“Sorry, Steve. I got a bit… distracted. I promised I’ll make it up,” you told him. 

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I’m happy for you two; you’re good together,” he said.

“Thanks, Stevie. I’ll see ya later.”

“Stevie?” Bucky asked, unamused. 

“Oh shut up, Buck. You just embarrassed me telling him I was sucking your dick,” you nudged him.

“You don’t want to suck my dick?”

“Ugh Buck!” you buried your face in your hands.

“Of course I do,” you said, making Bucky tackle you down pressing kisses all over your face.

“Well, this was quite an eventful morning,” he joked.

“It sure was. What do you think happened with Sam?”

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“And he put a roach in my lampshade,” Sam cried, actual tears. Nat was trying her absolute hardest to not laugh as was Wanda; gripping onto each other’s arms in hysteria.

“It’s ok, Sam,” Steve soothed him rubbing his back. 

“God, where’s Y/n? We were supposed to start training twenty minutes ago,” Steve grumbled, staring at his watch.

“Call her,” Tony said.

Steve stepped aside and Sam continued to cry telling them how he chased him and he knew he ran into your room but it was locked. Nat and Wanda looked at each other grinning like idiots hoping what they think happened happened. Steve came back with a soft proud smile on face.

“What happened with Y/n?” Tony asked.

“She uh, she had to cancel, but it’s cool,” he looked at the girls who smiled knowingly. 

“She’s with Bucky isn’t she,” Sam grunted.

“Yeah, yeah she is,” Steve said, making Sam cry again because he’s not gonna be able to beat the shit of Bucky anymore.

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pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: One rebel from the waist down plus Jeon Jungkook in a sleeveless tee equals two in the back of a car, fucking like animals as Jungkook takes pictures of it all on your phone. Per your request, of course.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, semi-public (car) sex, photography/filming of sex, m-receiving oral, cowgirl); non-idol!BTS; reader has a dimple and Jungkook’s inner monologue is basically in love with it; PWP? you decide happy jungkook day! :D 2021.01.09

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Jeon Jungkook thought he knew what he was getting into, but he sure as hell didn’t.

When he stepped through the gate, he thought, damn, it’s awesome that so many girls decided to wear such skimpy clothes to a rock concert. He figured he’d see some bouncing titty, flashes of ass, maybe the loss of some underwear because the lead singer was hot as hell. Dude was ripped and tattooed like nobody’s business. Dream body for Jungkook, to be honest.

If only his mom would let him get that many tattoos.

The right sleeve was already pushing it though. He’d have to ease her into it slowly.

Jungkook had gone alone, because his friends weren’t really into rock the way he was, but that was fine with him. He liked being able to enjoy himself without thinking too much about other’s opinions, even if they were his friends. Got to wear a sleeveless band shirt, tight black jeans, left his long black hair in a half-ponytail, and decorated his wrists with silver bracelets. He would have been more covered up if he was with his friends – didn’t want to make them jealous with all the stares he was getting with his tattooed right arm, after all.

And my body in general, he thought amusedly.

If he was younger, Jungkook would have been shyer about leaving himself so exposed like this, but he wasn’t, so instead he merely gave the stares a cocky smirk.

What was the point of working out if he couldn’t show it off a little?

He spied his seat and noticed there wasn’t anyone sitting right next to him yet. Odd. He had purchased relatively close seat and the concert was sold out. Hm. Well, maybe he should get some beer before it started.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her.

She was dressed like every other girl at the concert; smokey eyes, dark lips, black choker, shredded black crop top with an equally short fishnet shirt under it, pleated black miniskirt with silver buttons. A black strap over her chest. Knee-high black boots with buckles running all the way up her calf. Bare thighs and naked waist on display. Nice.

But that wasn’t why he paused.

He paused because she had a tattoo.

A single tattoo of black script around her waist. Her body was facing him, tilting her head at her phone, then looking down at the floor, at the seat row numbers. The tattoo was in English and Jungkook could read, a rebel.  She turned, facing her left, and looked up, counting the stairs. He realized the black strap connected to a clear waist bag that she was wearing on her back. She twisted a little so he got a good view of her back, the part where it trimmed down to the curve of her round, perky ass.

from the waist down.

Holy shit.

She had a rebel from the waist down tattooed around her midriff.

His eyebrows rose so far up into his forehead in shock that he didn’t even realize she was crawling over the people to her seat. She had black, pointed nails and silver chains draped over the back of her hands. A charming smirk, dimple flashing as she apologized for bumping into people. None of them seemed to mind, probably because her skirt was flipping up and revealing the strappy black velvet panties she was wearing. She seemed not to notice.

She plopped herself into her seat and grinned, checking her phone again. She had a black case with a nine-pointed star on it. Held her phone up and took a selfie with that killer smile, her tongue between her lips.

With a start, Jungkook realized she was sitting in his seat.

-

“Hey, you’re sitting in my seat.”

She sat up and looked around, counting down the row. “Aw shit, you’re right. Sorry.”

She got up and flopped into the seat next to him. Jungkook sat down, careful with his beer and water bottle. The chair was still warm from her body heat. That would have bothered him if he wasn’t staring at her open legs. She sat unapologetically, man-spreading in her seat, thighs laid out like a five-star buffet.

If she asked, Jungkook would gladly partake in said buffet.

Her hands were holding her phone and she tucked her tongue in between her teeth as she typed furiously, nails clacking against the glass, lowering the phone to her lap. A long text exchange was visible on the screen.

“Argument?” Jungkook pondered out loud.

She chuckled darkly. “More like, ‘I ain’t sitting on your dick for any amount of money, you piece of shit, leave me alone.’ You think men could get the fucking hint.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow even though she wasn’t looking at him. “Block him?”

She scratched her chin, sending the message. “I would, but if I do, my parents are going to have a fit. They’re trying to set me up with him.”

The show was almost starting. He could hear the instruments warming up.

“What are you gonna do about it?”

She raised her head and grinned at him. Her right dimple winked at him with her smirk. Damn. Jungkook loved dimples.

“Me? The same thing as I always do. Find someone to fuck and send him pictures.”

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So that’s why Jeon Jungkook was in the back of this random woman’s car, gasping as he was getting the best head of his life.

And struggling to take a picture of it.

“Holy shit,” he hissed, one of his hands hitting the glass of the car window as she took him deeper, tongue running underneath the length, hips swaying, her waist tattoo clearly in his vision. a rebel from the waist down. She had told him her name earlier, maybe when they were making out in the concert seats halfway through the show, maybe when they were practically dry humping each other by the end of the concert. Not the way Jungkook thought he was ending this particular event and he would probably buy another ticket so he could actually listen to the songs properly.

The head of his cock was jammed in the back of her throat, continually being squeezed by her tight, wet vice.

Jungkook wasn’t complaining though, if you get his drift.

Her eyes flickered up and she smirked around his cock, right dimple appearing as her tongue slid out from her plump lips and curled around the base.

Jungkook snapped a photo.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he mumbled, turning the screen around to show her. She chuckled low in her throat, vibrating the head of his cock. Rutted him a few more times, making him moan at the euphoric sensation.

She removed her mouth and he almost whimpered, but she was speaking and he was listening, staring at her dimple and glistening pink lips.

“You’re good at taking pictures, Jungkook,” she murmured. “Get one of me on your balls.”

She lowered her head, lifting his cock. Black nails, silver chains, and long fingers wrapping around his stiff length, lifting his wet cock and placing her tongue onto his balls. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. Fuck, he had never felt a better tongue, swiping back and forth, getting the full expanse of his balls as her other hand came up to smush them against her lips. He sucked in a breath and spread his thighs more, seeing saliva drip down, hitting the black towel she had spread out in her backseat.

Evidently, she had planned this shit.

Jungkook lifted her phone and pressed the circular button.

Her eyes flickered up at him again, smirk on display, tongue fully extended and smacking his balls back and forth, jiggling them with the wet pink tip. Hand firmly gripping his cock. The moans coming out of him could rival the best porn out there. His chest was shuddering, his sleeveless shirt forgotten and crumpled in her front passenger’s seat – he couldn’t really remember how it got there to be honest – and his pants were balled up around his knees, making this somewhat uncomfortable but also hot as hell.

Jungkook snuck a glance at her phone and realized he was taking a fucking video the entire time instead of a photo. Shit. He furrowed his brows and stopped it, switching back to photo mode, and took a picture the second she swallowed one of his balls in her mouth.

“Fuck!”

He nearly dropped the phone on her face as she sucked, eyes sparkling with mirth, doing some kind of crazy figure-eight maneuver with her tongue as he lowered his hand, gasping for breath as she pulled her head back and forth, jerking him slowly at the same time.

“I… might have taken a video,” Jungkook panted out, head tipping back and staring at the ceiling of her car as she switched sides, sucking harder and tonguing more intensely, back and forth, up and down, so wet he was losing his mind.

She hummed onto his fucking nuts and he almost exploded into her hand.

His hips rose involuntarily and the base of his cock smacked her in the nose. She had the audacity to laugh, releasing his balls, spit dripping down her chin. She cleaned it off with her forearm, also letting go of his cock.

“Let me see,” she chuckled, wiping her hand on the towel before grabbing her phone from him. Replayed the video. His own moans filled the car, far too fucking loud. Jungkook’s cheeks heated with embarrassment as she planted her warm, clothed pussy onto his naked thigh, bouncing on it as she gleefully watched herself making out with his balls.

“Nice. I like it,” she chuckled.

“You’re crazy,” Jungkook snickered. And she was, but this was also fun too.

The dimple came back. “Want me to sit on your cock?”

Fuck yeah, he did. “Least you can do for me, since I provided such excellent service.”

She lifted her hips from his thigh and handed him her phone back. Took the two sides of her strappy velvet panties and pulled down. His eyes widened seeing the long string of juices from the black velvet to her crotch, snapping against her thigh, the strong scent of arousal so apparent it suddenly dominated all others.

“Someone is gonna see you,” he breathed, seeing the reflection of her ass clearly in the window, in view of the vehicles around them. People were in their cars, waiting to leave. Maybe some of them were watching this crazy woman jumping on his dick. The thought made him smirk.

She reached over to the center of the car and pulled out a condom from the cup holder.

This woman was definitely insane and Jungkook was loving it.

She grinned back at him, ripping it open right in front of his face. Lowered her hands and rolled it down on his throbbing cock. He exhaled in satisfaction, watching her ass lower and slide her pussy to him, lifting her skirt so he could see. Clean shaven. Probably for the pictures. Damn. That was a pretty pussy, and she was soaking wet.

“You like me that much?” Jungkook teased.

She pressed the head against her glistening slit and placed her tongue in between her teeth, dimple reappearing.

“Fuck yeah. You’re hot as hell.”

He didn’t expect her to say that. His ears burned and his cock pulsed with need. He also didn’t expect her to shove his cock into her that roughly either, jerking her hips into his and pressing down. She chuckled at his breathless gasp, settling her thighs against his waist.

“Take a picture for me,” she purred. “Gonna show him how deep I can take your big cock, Jungkook.”

Did he have a big dick? He knew he was bigger than average for sure, but it wasn’t like he measured and compared sizes on the daily. Also, he tended to get bigger and harder the hornier he was and right now he was maximum aroused because her pussy was clenching around his dick, burying it all the way up to the tightest, deepest parts of her wet hole.

“You’re choking him,” Jungkook chuckled as she gave him a particularly tight squeeze. His cock throbbed in delight.

“Death by pussy can’t be that bad,” she teased. Her chain covered hand nudged his hand holding her phone. “Come on.”

He lifted the phone and she raised her skirt once again, letting him see. God, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Should I take off my shirt?” she asked.

Jungkook made his dick jerk inside her and she moaned deliciously.

“Nah, he doesn’t deserve titties.”

She leaned back, pulling her skirt high and Jungkook took the shot of their joined thighs, her viscous juices shiny and smeared all over his crotch. Man, it had been a great idea to work out until he got that v-line. Matched perfectly with hers.

He turned it around and she bit her lip, grinning wide, dimple indented in her right cheek. Jungkook was beginning to become a fucking sucker for that dimple. He wanted to cause all kinds of trouble just to see it over and over.

“A rebel from the waist down, eh?”

The dimple stayed as she laughed.

“It’s a little bit of a lie,” she said mischievously as she began to roll her hips into his. “Because I’m definitely a rebel from the waist up too.” Her tongue extended, long, so fucking long and wet, almost touching past the midpoint of her chin.

Goddamn, Jungkook was glad he attended this concert.

She put it back into her mouth and began to fuck him hard, putting her back into it and smacking their hips together loudly, rocking the car a little, but at this point Jungkook was ready to go to jail for indecent exposure, head thrown back in her backseat, groaning as he felt her squeeze him with every descent, so wet that he felt like he was going to slip out while also feeling every contour of her pussy clamping down on him. He placed her phone on the seat and grabbed her thighs, sinking his fingers into her softness, drunk on the feeling, moaning her name as she used him like her favorite dildo.

“Ah, Jungkook,” she panted, smirk still on her lips. “You have a great cock. Glad I picked you.”

His eyes lowered, watching her through his lashes, seeing her smug expression. “I’m honored.”

She snickered. “Pretty face, hot body. Down to fuck.” That dimple. “I got lucky.”

Me too, he thought.

She placed her hands on his, sliding them up to her waist.

“Can you fuck me from below? Bet you’re great at it.”

He grinned and slammed his hips into her dripping heat. She moaned wantonly, grabbing his shoulders as he pounded her from below, feeling her clench and squirm, her walls spasming and juices leaking down his balls.

“A-ah, fuck,” he gasped, closing his eyes as he felt it. She must have orgasmed, but was too breathless to say as her nails dug into his shoulders, pushing her hips down as he jerked them up, meeting his thrusts over and over.

“Fuck, you’re so strong,” she breathed, pussy clenching again, splattering more onto his thighs, whole body shivering in his hands as she threw her head back, moaning his name. It sounded positively sinful from her lips and he loved it. The towel under them was soaked with bodily fluids and most of it was hers.

“Ugh, you feel so good,” Jungkook panted. “So fucking good when you cum for me, fuck, I thought girls couldn’t orgasm that easily on dick.”

She chuckled deep in her throat, bringing her head back and looking down at him, hair falling all around her shoulders, plump lower lip in her teeth. Fuck, her face was so fucking pretty.

Pretty fucking naughty too.

“Can’t speak for other girls, but I do love getting railed by a hot guy with a big cock,” she purred, licking her lips. “And you’re so hot you could spark a match.”

Was it possible to get harder because of a damn compliment? Because that was happening to Jeon Jungkook right now, his jaw clenching as he grinned, fucking her harder, deeper, bouncing her on his dick unashamedly, definitely catching someone’s attention out there because of how deliciously she was moaning for him, telling him how good it felt as her pussy violently massaged his entire length.

“Yes, yes, ah, Jungkook, your cock is so fucking good…”

It was getting to his head, shooting down to his spine, coiling tighter and tighter, smashing his hips into her tight, wet hole, every muscle on fire and vibrating with pleasure, her name falling from his lips repeatedly, feeling so good doing something so bad, pleasure so intense he barely heard someone honk their car horn cheerfully at their fucking.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum, fuck!”

He shot into the condom with a fierce jerk, filling it completely as she gasped, pussy tightening and throbbing around him as his crotch was soaked again, exhaling hotly into his face as she came with a shudder of his name, big smile on her lips.

Absolutely the best car sex Jungkook had ever had in his entire life.

She collapsed against him, pressing her hot cheek against his.

“I think someone honked at us,” she laughed, a little raspy from moaning so much.

Jungkook wrapped his hands around her waist, kneading it. “Cheering for me and my dick, I bet.”

She reached down and felt for her phone.

“You really gonna send him those pics?” Jungkook asked, panting from exertion.

“Do you not want me to?” Her tone had a hint of concern. “You’re in them too, so I won’t if you’re not down.”

He chuckled. “Just send him the one of you holding my dick and licking my balls.”

She held the condom down as she got off him, laughing. “Damn, how cruel. Showing off your big dick like that. You’re trouble, Jungkook.”

Jungkook looked over to his left. She sat down next to him, pressing her body close to his. Thigh against thigh, shoulder against shoulder. Dimple clearly visible because of her mischievous smirk. He leaned over and kissed it. He just had to. Her eyebrow raised, smirk turning into a pleased smile.

He grinned.

“That makes the two of us, doesn’t it?”

Her eyes darted around the rapidly vacating parking lot. Then they came back to his face, her lips curving into a grin to match his.

“Damn, I’m so lucky to have met you, Jeon Jungkook.”

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