#WHO WANTS TO GET HIGH AND HAVE A CRAZY DANCE PARTY IN MY ROOM UNTIL WE BOTH GET DIZZY AND HAVE TO LAY DOWN

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Strange Cop Dad Swap

I made my way to the kitchen, expecting some good alcohol since Brittney was rich. Holy shit! There was a huge variety of everything! Now THIS is what I expected at a college party! Who fucking cared if I wasn't even in college yet, or old enough to drink? This shit is crazy!

"What would you like my good sir?" asked some random guy at the table. I didn't think he was an actual bartender, since he was wearing normal clothes. Probably just some weirdo.

"Oh I dunn-" I didn't even finish my sentence when he put something into a shaker and poured it into a red plastic cup. He then handed it to me. Well, I guess if I'm at a college party, I gotta act like a college party guy. I chugged it all down in a second. Suddenly my throat burned like hell.

"Fuck man, one step at a time! Save the chugging for cheap beer. These drinks are classier." He poured me another. "This time baby steps my man."

I was kinda mad, but accepted the drink anyway. I walked back into the living room where people were on the dance floor. I saw my buddy Trent dancing with yet another random girl he just met. I swear that dude solely exists to break hearts.

"Hey! Garrett! Did you get the drinks?

"I got one. If you want one, go get it yourself."

"Ah fuck you! But seriously though aren't you scared your dad's gonna show up? I mean he IS a cop around here."

"Probably not. I'm sure there's lots of parties going on right now. What are the chances that he'd come to this one?” I noticed someone started talking to Brittney. It must've been bad because she widened her eyes and turned the music off. With the new silence in the room, we could hear the blaring police sirens outside.

"Shit who called the cops?" Someone said. The door opened and none other than my stupid dad appeared. His ugly bald head reflected the multicolored lights and he looked around at everyone, while I tried to hide myself behind the crowd. Beside him was the sheriff, Marty. My dad may have been good friends with Marty but he didn’t have to bring the fucking sheriff for something as simple as this.

"Allright allright, party's over. Nobody's getting arrested as long as you cooperate." Everyone started walking out the door and I was exposed. My dad widened his eyes when he noticed me.

"Garrett?! What the fuck are you doing? You know better than that!" He just HAD to start the lecture NOW out of all times, embarrassing me in front of everyone.

"What? I can't come to a party now?"

"Don't try excuses on me! I saw that cup in your hand. What? You expect me to believe that's water? Get in the car. Everybody else move it!” We both started walking outside while Marty stayed to lead the others.

Inside the police car, we were silent for a while until he blew up on me once again.

"I can't believe you were fucking underage drinking! Do you have any idea how irresponsible you are?! You're in your senior year of high school. Do you really think that’s going to be a good habit when you go to college?! You're grounded until graduation. I don't care how harsh that sounds. Graduation you hear?” I knew that nothing I said would change anything so I kept my mouth shut the rest of the car ride. 

Back at home, we said nothing to each other as I walked up to my room and slammed the door. About an hour went by and I heard a knock, followed by my dad coming in.

"Hey."

"Go away."

"I just wanted to say that I overreacted a bit back there. It made me so angry seeing the type of person you might’ve ended up as." He was fumbling with his wedding ring. I don't know why he keeps it on anyway. I never knew my mom, and it's clear my dad is divorced so why does he wear a damn wedding ring? He needs to find a girlfriend or something!

“You have no idea how stressful it is! Why can’t I go to some little party just to unwind?”

“I was young once too! I just don’t want you to go down a bad path. You have so much more to learn. This isn’t a good habit to form when you go to college.” It was then that I blew up on him.

“Hey at least I am going to college! Unlike a certain dumbass cop…” His eyes widened and I saw nothing but pure anger on his face,

"I was going to shorten your grounding sentence, but after that attitude not anymore!" He then slammed the door once again.

Trent texted me a bit later, asking if I was going to be able to go to Brittney’s homecoming party. Shit! I forgot about that! There was no way I was going to miss it so we devised a plan for me to sneak out.

The night arrived and I had my plan all set. Trent was going to call the cops on some other party to lure my dad away. When he leaves, Trent will come and pick me up and it's party time! I was in my room pretending to be bored, when right on schedule, my dad came in.

"I got another dumbass party to shut down so stay here, and don't even think about leaving this room. You're still grounded." He had a serious look in his eye.

"Sure sure. I'll be good," I said sarcastically. I looked out the window and as soon as his car was out of sight, I texted Trent. Within minutes he arrived. I quickly got dressed and he picked me up.

"Dude, you're either the bravest guy ever, or the stupidest."

"Hey, I won't stay too long. Just enough to see what it's like really. And then I'll be back in my room before he comes home."

The house was easily twice as packed as the last party, it was incredible. Brittney came down the stairs and approached me with a confused look on her face.

"Hey, wait I thought you were grounded or something. Aren't you afraid your dad is gonna come back? He better not."

"Nah, relax. He's doing some other stupid police work. I won't stay too long anyway."

"Allright, if you say so."

I went to the kitchen, like last time, to find an even bigger variety of drinks! Nobody else was in there so I thought I'd experiment myself this time. I picked up the shaker and started pouring drinks, even though I didn't know what the hell they were. But I didn't care! I'm just glad I was able to sneak away from my dad. I tried the drink and…well it was actually awful. Oh well. I headed to the dance floor and started showing off my moves. I could hear everyone cheering me on until I felt a bit faint. The last thing I remembered was falling over and a couple people looking at me concerned.

When I opened my eyes, I was outside in the dark. What happened? Was I that drunk and they kicked me out? I felt pretty normal though. I walked back up to the door. When I closed it, a draft flew in, which was especially cold on my head for some reason. I let out a deep breath and when I turned around, everyone was staring at me. But it wasn't the type of confused stare I expected; it was a terrified stare. The music stopped and it felt like they were staring into my soul.

"Uh, I'm ok now.” My voice sounded really weird. There was an awkward silence until someone shouted in the back.

"Well party's over…AGAIN!" As everyone started walking out, I noticed Brittney was yelling at someone on the floor.

"Nah, fuck you Garrett. You're not allowed here again. Get up!" Weird coincidence that there was a guy with the same name as me on the dance floor too. As the crowd cleared, I felt a chill down my back as I found “Garrett” looked exactly like me! He seemed to be unconscious. When I approached him and Brittney, she looked up at me…which was weird because we were the same height. Did she get shorter or something?

"Oh uh, he didn't get beat up or anything bad. Just had a few drinks I guess." She spoke so compliantly, unlike the normal way she gives me attitude with every sentence. I noticed the guy on the floor was wearing my clothes too. He didn't just look like me, he WAS me! Was he a clone or something? What's going on? A breeze came through the still-opened door and hit my head again. Why is it so cold up there? I touched the back of my head, and felt a smooth spot. What the fuck? I searched around for my hair…for ANY hair! But all I could find was a smooth bald head. It couldn't be…I looked down at myself and found I was wearing a police officer's uniform, complete with the badge and full utility belt. Brittney stared at me, concerned.

"Is uh everything all right, officer?" No no! Don't call me that!

"I uh, can I use your bathroom?"

"Uh yeah, it's up the stairs and to the left."

As I made my way up and through the hallway, I stared down at my hands, noticing eerily similar things - a wedding ring and a watch that looked exactly like the one my dad wore. I opened the bathroom door and quickly locked it. I gazed into the mirror to find my fears had come true. I turned into my dad!

I grabbed my cheeks and tried pinching them, to make sure it wasn't all a prank and I was just wearing a mask, but nope. I could feel it all. It was real. Fuck! I saw how smooth and shiny my head was; I knew he shaved his head every morning, but I didn't realize how smooth doing that actually made it. It's like a fuckin bowling ball. I hate this! I had long hair before and now it's just all gone! It was freezing up there! I hated cops, so it was really uncomfortable wearing an officer's uniform too.

"Hey are you ok in there?" It was Brittney. I faked a flush and washed my hands.

"Is Garrett still asleep?" It felt weird referring to myself in the 3rd person.

"Yeah he won't wake up."

"I'll just carry him to the car."

Brittany walked to the kitchen, probably to clean up the alcohol before I saw the amount of it. When I got to the living room, I found Marty standing there. He looked up when he approached me and pointed at me. 

“Hey you! What do you think you’re doing?” Shit. Does he know?! 

“I’m sorry I-” He turned his fake frown into a smile.

“Don’t be. Sometimes we just can’t let anything else come before our duty. Even me.” He leaned over to kiss me. What?! What’s going on? “I guess we’ll have to reschedule that date to some other time.”

A date? Does this mean the whole time, my dad was gay? And for Marty? Was the whole wedding ring thing a facade? Marty actually had one too so maybe they both did it to prevent a scandal within the police department or something? I snapped back to reality when I noticed Marty was still waiting for an answer.

“Uh yeah, sure. Of course!”

“Good! Let me know!” He rubbed my bald head. It was then that I started getting hard …my dad's cock was getting hard. Marty wasn’t my type though! But suddenly the thought of him was making me feel good. Is this because I'm in my dad's body or because he's flirting with me? 

I picked up..myself..off the dance floor and put him over my shoulder. I walked over to my dad's police car, and reached into my pocket for the keys to open it. I placed…myself inside, buckled him in, took my phone out of his pocket, and sat down in the driver's seat. I always hated my dad and hated cops in general but it felt pretty awesome actually sitting in the driver's seat of a police car. Like one of those movies where they have to steal one to save the world or something. The flashing lights were still on, but luckily I knew how to turn them off. I pressed the button and began driving home.

When I got home, I picked up my body once again, and carried him. It didn't really occur to me earlier, but if I'm in my dad's body, does this mean he's in my body? Fuck, I can't stand the thought of my dad going around embarrassing me in front of everyone! But he still hadn't woken up yet. What if whatever magical spell made us swap was keeping him asleep? But if he does wake up I need somewhere to put him at least. I walked upstairs and towards his room, and placed him on his own bed. I guess that'll do. I went over to my own room and plopped onto my bed, the pillow feeling extra comfy touching my bare head. I rubbed it again, actually kinda enjoying how it felt. Even though the body belongs to my dad, I'm still borrowing it right now. So I guess I have the freedom to touch myself anywhere. Not that I would want to go…down there. That's my dad's cock, gross! But I'm gonna need to jerk off eventually; I'm already feeling kinda horny now…but why? The thought of Marty crossed my mind and I suddenly was imagining him naked. Shit, not this again. He kinda was cute though, in like a lame cop kinda way. Man, I honestly wanna fuck him now.

At this point my cock was getting so stiff that I could barely take it. I started stripping, taking the heavy utility belt off first. Each garment came off until I was just in my dad's boxers.

I can't believe I was about to do this. I felt around my new dad bod, then peeled the underwear down to see my dad's cock. It was actually pretty big, maybe like 10 inches or so! So nasty…but I had to focus on the thought of Marty to stay hard. I took the underwear off so I was fully nude, laid down on my bed and started jerking it. I imagined Marty cornering me against the wall, kissing me until he grabbed my cock. He then got down on his knees and started sucking it until…I was pulled out of my fantasy and came. The white load shot all over my bed, much further than I could ever do in my body! After the climax wore off, I realized how gross it was that my dad's cum was all over my bed. But it felt so good! Actually, I have no clue how long I'm gonna be like this, or how long my dad is going to stay asleep so I could definitely take over his life for a bit. I'm not grounded anymore! Even better, I guess I'm a cop now so I have power and authority! I took my dad's phone - I mean MY phone - and called up Marty.

"Hey Marty, I have an idea…”

[dreamsofbroflovski]

Tolkien Black x Reader - sky's the limit

Also available on ao3!

Summary: You spend the New Year's Eve the only way you want to - in the arms of your favourite person.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content (everyone involved is above the age of consent), Penis In Vagina Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Wall Sex, Mentions of Alcohol & Drug Usage

A/N: Story of how this came to be: I was listening to Rich Sex by Nicki Minaj ft. Lil Wayne. Then I thought of Tolkien. My brain short-circuited and before I noticed I had like five paragraphs written.

Figured I might as well write a NYE fic then, because I really liked the concept and Tolkien desperately needs more love.

Also, third fic in a row with the 'Semi-Public Sex' tag? What is happeninggggg

It was December 31st, 2024. Still another hour or so until midnight, judging by the 90’’ TV screen on the living room wall, which had been for a while now displaying a countdown to the New Year - a livestream for the Times Square ball drop, so a whole bunch of adults in bumfuck Colorado could go absolutely berserk over an event happening all the way on the other side of the country. Which didn’t even mean much, considering my friends would crash out over damn near anything.

The TV wasn’t the focus of anyone’s attention at that moment; most people around were either dancing their soul away to the crazy beats the DJ had cooked up, threading the line between ‘making out’ and ‘blatant exhibitionism’’ on some corner - or, if they had enough decency, in one of the apartment’s bedrooms -, or getting drunk/high off their marbles to start the new year on a good note. The few folk who still attempted normal conversation needed to do so really loudly, which only added to the cacophony overwhelming everyone’s senses. 

More due to being tired of his friends’ constant begging than out of any real interest to do so, my boyfriend Tolkien had rented out an entire penthouse for New Year’s Eve and the day right after, also forking out the money for a decent party at the place. It was supposed to just be people we knew - which was already a lot, considering our friends -, but the whole thing got so big and so out of control that even people from neighboring towns were coming to attend, and every broken thing or mess I stumbled upon made me wince and sigh out of respect for my partner’s wallet.

That’s not to say it was a shitty party. It was wild, yes, but awesome. Music was blasting, drinks were flowing freely, everyone seemed to be in their best vibes and no fights had broken out yet - which was always a plus. I was having a great time, and, from the glimpses I caught of him around the packed place, Tolkien was too. We didn’t spend much of that time actually together, but I saw him here and there mingling with our common friends, usually looking relaxed and laughing at some joke, a different glass in his hand each time. He would never be able to get all of his money’s worth, but he wouldn’t be able to say he hated all of it, either.

However, even though I was enjoying it all, sometimes a girl needs a break. Being a very involved member of the ‘party planning committee’ - a role basically forced upon me due to being the host’s girlfriend -, I had already spent some energy trying to put it all together, so I admit I might’ve gotten myself tired a bit earlier than everyone else. Not a problem, though - I just needed to take a breather, maybe some water, allow my eardrums to calm down a little before they got permanent damage from the pounding music, and then I’d be back in action without any trouble. So I weaseled myself out of yet another drinking game someone had come up with and made my way to the penthouse’s huge balcony.

In a surprising change of pace for our little mountain town, on that particular New Year’s Eve, it hadn’t snowed. Still that didn’t mean respite from the stinging winter breezes, as I had come to find when they passed right through the thin layer of my pantyhose, making me shiver basically as soon as I stepped outside. I lectured myself mentally for not having thought of it and for prioritizing a cute outfit instead of comfort and warmth, but in my defense, I figured I’d spend the whole time inside of the apartment where it was warmer anyways, so more protection wasn’t needed.

I pushed through the uncomfortable sensation, focusing on the warmth provided by my coat and the other layers of my outfit, and it soon subsided. My feet slowly traversed the area of the terrace, while my eyes took in the well-decorated environment that was still fairly untouched by our friends’ disastrous behaviour - at least until one of them was drunkenly dared to hang out naked outside, which was bound to happen eventually. 

Without even noticing, I had made my way to the farthest end of the balcony, a more dimly-lit area, that had no doors leading directly to it and no large windows overseeing it either. There were few decorations - a coffee table, some armchairs around it, big potted plants just like the others spread throughout the outside area of the penthouse. I ignored all of that, heading towards the railing and leaning against it; that specific part of the railing was fairly tall and made of concrete, hitting just under my chest, in a way that I could comfortably put my weight on it to look down at the city without fear of anything breaking.

For a while, the booming bass of the music and the loud voices inside of the apartment became dull noise as I watched the buildings below, places that I had visited the whole year and that impacted my life so greatly, now looking like my personal Lego city as I saw them from high up. The more commercial parts of town were almost entirely plunged into darkness, only the lampposts and some colorful lights from the most recent Christmas a testament that something actually happened in those areas. So my eyes drifted naturally to the residential regions, which were way more lively; lots of houses had their lights on, their inhabitants surely preparing for a great year, channeling that excitement either in the form of a simple family gathering or a loud boisterous party much like the one I was currently in.

“Ah, there you are. I was wondering about you.”

And just like that, I was taken away from my dream-like state by a gentle male voice - but that did not bother me at all. I had a soft smile on my face as I turned to face Tolkien, who walked slowly towards me with his hands in his pockets and returned my smile in kind.

Despite having already spent time together earlier, I couldn’t help but study his whole body up and down as he approached, taking in his whole outfit with great interest. A beige Burberry trench coat covered up the upper half of his body, ending about at the middle of his thighs, fully closed. The black trousers were also Burberry, but no different than any other run-of-the-mill pants to the untrained eye; the only thing that made them slightly different was a small embroidered design above one of the back pockets - which I only knew existed because I had taken that very same garment off of Tolkien’s body numerous times and watched him put it back on later. The charcoal grey scarf neatly wrapped around his neck had the LV monogram patterned all over it, clearly visible in its contrast even in the darkness of the late night. I couldn’t even begin to remember the brands of his shoes, his belt or his watch, the names sounding too expensive for me when he first told me, like one of those exclusive things that doesn’t even reach the ears of the common folk. Only his whole current ensemble was already more expensive than the full outfits of all the other guests combined, and he wore it like it was nothing.

I always greatly appreciated the way that he dressed. Not because it was all expensive and I liked to be seen with a rich guy, mind you; Tolkien could wear a potato sack and I’d still stare at him like the most perfect sculpture. It was the fact that, under all that expensive wrapping, the real gift was for my eyes only, complete perfection that was irrevocably mine.

The only thing currently getting in the way of that perfection was a pair of flimsy plastic glasses, a staple at NYE parties, according to whatever idiot it was that bought them. The damn things were neon yellow, glowed in the dark, and had ‘2025’ on top of the hollow circles that were the actual glasses. Apparently our friends couldn’t find the version that made the 0 and the second 2 the ‘eye’ part of the design - and thank God for that, or else I don’t think I could’ve kept my face straight for as long as I did while looking at Tolkien.

My boyfriend stopped right beside me and we both exchanged a loving glance at each other before our gazes returned to the town spreading below us. “I just needed a bit of fresh air. You know how it is.” I shrugged.

“So you chose to come outside where it’s freezing,” Tolkien retorted in light-hearted mockery, his arm making its way over my shoulders and pulling me closer against his side, that hand running up and down my arm as if trying to create extra heat over my coat. “So much for ‘fresh’.”

“At least now I get to be close to you like this.” I chuckled, leaning towards him and twisting the end of his scarf lazily on my index finger. “I see Clyde sold you out on the ugly-ass glasses.”

Tolkien’s eyes widened and his other hand quickly flew to his face, tearing away the colorful piece of plastic and throwing it over his shoulder as if it was toxic, his expression shifting into one of embarrassment at being caught wearing such a ridiculous object. “I’m sorry you had to witness that.” He mumbled, slightly dejected.

I laughed and wrapped my arms sideways around his waist. “It’s alright, I still love you.”

My answer was enough for him to lose his mortification and smile once more, turning his face towards me briefly to plant a kiss to the top of my head. He then turned to watch the buildings again, his expression much more peaceful - and beautiful, which he always was, but more so now that he had ditched the terrible party accessory.

“But hey, you’re outside,” I shot him a curious look, “Why’s that?”

“Needed some fresh air too,” it was his time to shrug, ”And wanted to at least try to enjoy the view. You know, the one I paid for?”

There was no arguing with that. For the guy that was paying for the whole thing, he surely didn’t get to enjoy most of the penthouse’s amenities before our friends completely trashed it, and we weren’t sure he’d have much patience for it the next day. “It is a very nice view, though,” I commented, “Probably the best I’ve ever seen.”

I heard the tiny ruffling of Tolkien’s scarf as he shook his head. “I’ve seen better.”

“Oh yeah?” I rolled my eyes jokingly. “What was it? Greece, Thailand, the Bahamas?”

“No, no, and no.” Every word of his negative was punctuated by a light tap of his index finger on my shoulder. “Right here in South Park, actually.”

A huff of disbelief left my mouth. “Baby, I think the alcohol is getting to you.”

He turned his whole body towards me and brought his hands to my shoulders, pushing them slightly so I was physically coaxed into facing him as well. “You don’t believe me?”

“It isn’t that I don’t,” I explained, “But you’ve travelled a lot, Tolkien. Surely someplace must look better than the middle of nowhere in America itself.”

“I don’t remember mentioning a place.”

The intensity of his gaze towards me, the sheer adoration in it, told me what words hadn’t yet. I felt my face getting hotter, internally thanking the dim lighting that might provide me with some sort of cover for the red tint that certainly spread in my cheeks. It was unbelievable - Tolkien and I had been together for a while, he had called me all the good adjectives in the dictionary by now, and still made me blush like a damn teenager every single time with his praise.

“You’re the best sight I’ll ever get to see,” one of his hands came to cup my cheek while the other tilted my chin slightly up, “I don’t really need to be anywhere else, if I can just have you by my side.”

“Well, I already am,” my voice was roughly more than a whisper, the low volume making both of us lean closer so I could be heard, “And I’ll always be. I’m yours, Tolkien.”

My lips met his halfway, closing the gap in a tender kiss, almost innocent as it started, letting our bodies cool down from the still present party energy and bringing us to focus on the serene aspects of our affection towards each other. Tolkien’s hands dropped to my waist as he realized he didn’t need to keep my face in position anymore, stroking up and down the sides of my body, making me wish I wasn’t wearing so many layers to keep warm just so I could feel his touch directly on me. 

When my arms wrapped around his neck and I tilted my face a bit, we both understood those moves for the invitation they were to deepen the kiss, and he sighed against my mouth as he pressed his lips on mine with more insistence. I felt the taste of the champagne on his tongue as it brushed against mine in a languid dance, and found myself yearning for more of that flavor, drinking it like it was the real beverage; I was a complete lightweight when it came to anything Tolkien.

What to me was heading out to be just a sweet couple of kisses quickly took a turn when my boyfriend swiftly pushed me and had my back hitting the railing. My legs instinctively spread apart to keep myself stable and he immediately claimed that space in the middle of them, rolling his hips against mine with our bodies pressed together. His lips started tracing a path over my jawline and down my neck with small kisses - making sure to get that tiny spot behind my ear that never failed to make my breath hitch -, getting to their destination on the crook of my neck, where tiny nips and suckles were added to the mix of his affectionate caresses on my body.

“Here?” A curious chuckle left my mouth as I inquired, though there was not a hint of anger or shame in my voice - it was more the fact that, in all of the time I knew him, Tolkien was always one to prefer the peace and quiet of four walls and a locked door for his more intimate displays of affection, instead of the open air and the sight of the wide sky like the situation we were in now. Being public like this, in a place full of people where anyone could simply walk outside for long enough and catch us, was unusual; but I wasn’t about to really complain.

“All the rooms are full already. I checked,” he stopped his assault on my neck for a moment to pull back slightly and give me a pleading look that could melt even the iciest of hearts, “Please, honey?”

There was no way I was going to deny the owner of those magnificent mahogany eyes anything he ever wanted in life, not when he looked at me like that, like I held the whole firmament that spread above us. I tilted my head away from him to expose my neck more in silent permission for him to continue working on it. “Hm, so you were planning for this.”

“And if I was?” Tolkien smirked, leaning forward and putting his mouth to my neck again, his grip on my waist tightening, “Can’t blame a man for wanting to be with his girlfriend instead of with a bunch of jerks on a beautiful night like this, can you?”

I really couldn’t, especially when said girlfriend also wanted to be with her man, and had the fast heartbeat to prove it. So instead I had my hands do the talking by letting them drift all over the front part of his trenchcoat, skilled fingers opening the buttons and the belt on it to make the work easier for my boyfriend. He helped me out by putting a bit of distance between our bodies so I could actually move my hands between us, but was flush against me again as soon as the last button was loose, pressing me insistently against the concrete railing.

His hand slid under my skirt, taking its time as it glided over my thighs in a velvety caress before making its way between them. One harsh tug at the thin fabric was enough for Tolkien to tear a hole through the crotch of my tights, then a few more for that hole to stretch wider and give him easier access to my still clothed core.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” he said as if reading my mind, his fingers now hooking under my panties to bring them aside and out of his way, “Just don’t want you to be cold.”

“What a gentleman.” It was only half of a jest - he truly was one.

Underwear now out of the way too, there was nothing separating my most sensitive area from my boyfriend’s loving touch. Two of his fingers traced my slit, spreading my arousal all over it, his sensual motions like fuel to the intense warmth that had built on my lower abdomen and was slowly spreading through my whole body. Tolkien brought his right hand around my left thigh and pulled it up so my leg was resting against his hip, leaving my other leg planted on the ground. My hands held onto his shoulders for stability, thumbs instinctively rubbing caresses he couldn’t physically feel over his thick coat but undoubtedly made its way to his heart. 

Seeing me in that position and completely open for him, he was quick to pull himself off from inside his pants - but I didn’t even have time to appreciate that beautiful cock of his with my eyes before he got into position and pushed it to the hilt inside of me, filling me up completely in one move, a hiss of pleasure leaving his mouth at the same time as a yelp of surprise and slight pain left mine. Such speed was another unusual occurrence; Tolkien was normally much more gentle when we made love, he liked to take his time and really feel me stretching around him.

My pain-like reaction was immediately noticed by my partner, and his wide-eyed worried gaze shot up to my face. “Everything alright, baby?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” my reassurance was accompanied by a deep sigh of relief on his part, “Just… Sudden.”

Tolkien nodded, pressing his forehead against mine. “Sorry,” he whispered, “It’s just… the cold, you know.”

I nodded emphatically, understanding his worry. If there was one thing I didn’t want right now, it was to be cock-blocked by Mother Nature.

He allowed himself to stay like this for a while, placing various quick yet luscious pecks to my mouth in succession, enjoying the sensation of my warmth enveloping him completely, and letting me adjust to his throbbing length as well. Then the arm he had around my thigh wrapped tighter as he started to move in slow, deep thrusts; his free hand roaming over my clothed body, tracing curves he couldn’t properly see but already knew completely by heart. He started off gentle, his cock massaging my walls with kindness, eyes fixated on mine, gauging my every reaction and letting his body transform the immensely positive feedback into motivation for him to keep going.

Small clouds would leave both our mouths with each exhale - the chemical phenomenon giving physical form to the lustful mist that slowly clouded both my mind and his, protecting us from the environment and also making us hyper-aware of our connection and every sensation related to each other’s touch. I could feel all the veins in his thick length imprinting my walls, my cunt the exact perfect shape for him, as if tailor-made. With every movement, he had his cock pressing against the sweet spot inside of me - it took everything I had for me to not brace myself and beg for him to take me hard and fast, because I still wanted to be with him, to savor that moment, to have it last.

In a surprising move, his hands left my body for a brief moment so he could hurriedly shed his coat and scarf, letting them fall to the floor without a care. Underneath that layer, he was wearing a navy blue Armani dress shirt - which I, completely disregarding his comfort or protection against the weather, undid the remaining closed buttons of as well, letting my nails lightly rake his toned torso as it was bare in front of me. Tolkien didn’t even shudder as the cold hit his now much less protected body, and I fully understood why; between the two of us, we were generating enough heat to make the whole building think it was summer.

“You look beautiful tonight.” I murmured tenderly, letting my hand stop splayed on the left side of his chest, right over his racing heart.

“You look beautiful always.” His eyes fluttered almost closed as he picked up speed on his thrusts, instinctively responding to my soft touch on his skin.

Whines of pleasure left my mouth more frequently with this new pace that chased the perfect middle ground between sweet lovemaking and rough fucking - a middle ground that Tolkien was always capable of achieving and that always had me running back for more of him. I was getting louder and louder every time, taking full advantage of the blaring music from the party, which prevented anyone else from hearing us and coming outside to check. My sounds seemed to reach Tolkien’s brain loud and clear, though, as he brought his face to my ear and started whispering lovely words of praise, his warm breath making the fine hairs behind my neck stand with the goosebumps it created.

In time, we both started to lose our senses of self in favor of pleasure, my arms wrapping around Tolkien’s neck as I tried to melt his body into mine and make us one whole thing. He, on the other hand, was throwing more and more of his caution off the penthouse railing - the sweet nothings he murmuring into my hair turning into slurred curse words I hardly ever heard him use, but that seemed to come naturally to him in that particular moment. The arm he had wrapped around my thigh brought my leg even higher against the side of his body, using the extra space and the slightly different position to pound harder against me; his other hand found itself on the almost non-existent space between our hips, sneaking down to my clit and skillfully rubbing circles on the sensitive nub. Immediately I felt like the whole sky had been brought down to me, breathy moans in quick succession trying to use up all the air in the atmosphere - I was getting dizzy on the way he made me feel so good, logical thought being replaced with utter need for him.

With the new stimulation, I was clenching harder than ever around Tolkien’s cock, and his body responded to all of my touches like it was all just an extension of the most sensitive areas of him, even though he was almost fully covered. I could feel his whole body tensing between my legs, against my thigh, under my arms, every part that he had against me was threatening to snap. His thrusts were all over the place and erratic, and he grunted with gritted teeth like he was one breath away from losing all control. Yet he held on to it for dear life, inhaling sharply as if he wanted the cold air to freeze him so he could last just a little bit longer - if there was one thing about my boyfriend, it was that he refused to cum until I did. 

Not that it would take too long for that. I tugged at Tolkien’s hair, pulling his head away from my neck so that he was directly facing me. His eyes were glazed off, almost completely gone, portals to his blissful mind.

“Tolkien… aaaah… I’m… I’m…” 

Proper words were starting to get lost on me as I tiptoed the edge of my orgasm. Yet, I still found it in me to say, right after, the only ones that would be on my heart no matter the situation as long as I was with him: “I love you…”

“I love you too, honey,” his voice was low and rough with his passion, “So… So much…”

And that simple expression overpowered me. I threw my head back, letting it dangle over the railing as my climax set my whole body ablaze, mouth opening wide in a moan of my lover’s name that was probably heard across the whole state. Opening my eyes and staring directly at the night sky, I saw every single star as close as they could be to my body, their very energy coursing through my skin like countless sparks. Even if thousands of light years away, the whole galaxy was etched deep into my very soul, and yet it was a mere atom in comparison to the size of my love for Tolkien.

I stopped hearing his harsh breathing during the whole time utter pleasure was flashing through me; granted, I didn’t hear much of anything at that moment, but I just knew he was watching my face with thorough veneration as I came. Then both of Tolkien’s arms wrapped around my body with an extremely protective squeeze as his body leaned towards mine instead of away, his hips stuttering frantically towards mine - the sight of my face in utmost pleasure and my walls tightening around him always managed to have him done for, and his release came almost immediately after. While he emptied himself inside of me, his head was hanging over my shoulder, face down, looking towards the streets and buildings dozens of meters below us. 

“Wow, we are so high up right now,” I heard Tolkien murmur with a slightly surprised tone to it, as if he had just been made aware of where exactly we were, despite us having taken in the view before. He was trembling slightly, half aftershocks and half a natural discomfort at the height. “It’s so cool.”

The chuckle that left my mouth with his comment was lazy, mirroring the completely spent state of my body. “So you’re sold on this being the best view ever now?”

He made a hum of disagreement, and when he spoke again, I could almost hear his smile. “Still not. But I guess I had forgotten about what was top 2.”

I knew where this was going, but, in my still slightly lust-drunk mind, I decided I wanted him to say it. “Which was…”

“Your face when you cum,” There it is, I thought to myself as he answered, “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Tolkien slowly straightened his posture, bringing my upper body along with him, his arms loosening around my body but still keeping me close. His cock was now softening inside of me, keeping all of his essence plugged in, filling me up with a type of warmth that had both everything and nothing to do with the hot seed that painted my walls.

When he pulled back a bit and my eyes scanned his satisfied features, I finally saw it - tiny specks of white now peppered his dark hair, creating a sharp contrasting image which definitely wasn’t there before. I lifted one of my hands to his head and gently brushed some of them away, the edges of my eyesight capturing Tolkien’s confused expression for a brief moment.

“It’s snowing,” I explained, hearing a hum of acknowledgement from him shortly after. He echoed my movements with one of his own hands, ghosting over my hair and shoulder, clearing me off of small ice crystals I couldn’t see.

“We should go back inside then,” he gestured with his head towards the penthouse, “We don’t wanna be here if it gets any worse.”

My head moved in a nod of agreement. Now that I didn’t have the fire of lust running through my veins anymore, I was made too aware of how the weather had gotten worse, and we really didn’t need the most intimate parts of us exposed to the harsh cold. We had to separate, make ourselves presentable again, and go back inside the apartment so I could rush to the bathroom before Tolkien’s release could create questionable stains on my ruined pantyhose.

However, despite acknowledging the discomfort of our bodies and the compromising position we were in, despite saying with all the words that we had to leave, none of us made a move. Tolkien was now completely soft, his arms had dropped their hold completely on my body to just let his hands rest on my hips. Yet my left leg was still wrapped around his waist, keeping me in the same position I was when we were making love, keeping the energy of our little escapade physically present with us for just a while longer in the form of that contact. We both distracted ourselves by looking up for a while, the twinkle of the stars present in our eyes, happy and serene.

“Honey?” Tolkien suddenly brought my attention back to him with a warm callout, the volume of his voice still low.

My eyes immediately went to him again. “Hm?”

“I love you.”

Even though my heart was soaring like it always did whenever he said that to me, I still let out an amused chuckle. “You already said that.”

“What’s wrong with saying it again?” one of his hands went to nudge my shoulder in a playful manner. “It’s true!”

“I know, I know.” The hand I had on his hair drifted down to his face, my silk-like touch caressing his cheek. “And I love you too, Tolkien.”

As he poured all those sweet words into my body with a passionate kiss, my resolution for the New Year was made, even though it had already long been completed. I’d spend every day of my life letting this love flow through my body, with Tolkien right next to me, making every single minute perfect for us.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 21

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“No! No, no and no!”

“Mase?” Adele murmured, moving her hand over the other side of the bed. It was empty. 

“I said no!” she heard again. 

“What the…” she said to herself, slowly opening her eyes and checking her phone. It was almost 1 p.m. She had definitely overslept, but with the night she and Mason had had, who could blame her? 

After their rendezvous on the rooftop they had gone back to the party, Rianne convincing them to have another round of shots. That had led them to the dancefloor again, where they had danced and sang with their friends until their throats hurt. 

Once back at their apartment, Adele and Mason had continued with what they had been doing on the rooftop. Clothes had started flying the moment they had crossed the door, and they hadn't been able to make it to their room. When they finally did and decided it was time to have some sleep, the first rays of sunlight were starting to be visible. 

“No means no! Do you hear me? No!” Mason shouted before throwing his phone on the couch.

“Mase, are you ok?” Adele asked, meeting him in the living room.

“Addie” he gasped. “Addie, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?”

“Just a bit” she smiled.

“You look so cute right now” he chuckled, walking towards her.

“I'm slightly hungover and I feel like untangling my hair is gonna be a nightmare. How is that cute?”

“Because you are cute” he smiled, hugging her and kissing her forehead.

“I thought I was the hottest woman you had ever seen.”

“That too” he laughed.

“Mase… what happened?” she asked. “Who were you yelling at?”

“It's nothing, don't worry.”

“Mase… Mason. What happened?” Adele insisted, freeing herself from his embracement so she could look him in the eyes. “I thought that we could tell each other anything. That we trusted each other.”

“It's just… It's… My agency” he sighed, letting himself fall on the couch.

“What did they do now?” she said, sitting next to him.

“Turns out that yesterday's party wasn't as private and exclusive as we thought, there was someone taking photos of the guests, and our photos have made it to all the headlines this morning.”

“Our… photos?”

“Of us making out and being all over each other, dancing with our friends, drinking... They are saying we had a crazy and wild night full of excesses, from alcohol to sex, and maybe even drugs.”

“What?”

“Yeah” he sighed. “There are people saying that we left the party to go get high, but the insider who sold the photos says we left to do what we actually did.”

“That's, umm… Kind of them?” 

“I guess. But there is more.”

“More?”

“People believe you are pregnant, Addie. A pregnant woman doesn't do what you did yesterday. So you can imagine how crazy things are online, the fights people are having because of it. The believers say you weren't drinking alcohol, the non believers say you were. Then you have people hating on us because how dare we have sex and drink, that what an example we are for the young people who follow us, while others are telling them that good for us, that we should enjoy it while we can. And then there are conspiracy theorists analyzing all the photos to say it wasn't us or that we were faking everything, that couples don't kiss or touch like that. The usual with them.”

“So it is chaos.”

“Yeah” Mason sighed again while rubbing his temples. 

“And you were shouting at your agency because…”

“Because they… they…”

“C'mon, Mase” Adele said, taking his hand on hers and giving it an encouraging squeeze.

“They want to say that you had a miscarriage, Addie.”

“What?”

“That's how they want to explain what happened yesterday. That you had a miscarriage last month, and that partying was your way to deal with it.”

“That's… that's…”

“Sickening, I know. I told them that if they dared send that information to the press I was going to sue them, that I didn't care about the consequences. But they didn't want to listen to me. They kept insisting on this being the best option.”

“The best option? Oh, c'mon” Adele said, getting up from the sofa and starting to pace around the room. “Lying about something that serious is simply disgusting. Just coming with the idea is, to be honest. And if they think people will feel sorry about me, they are wrong. About you, most definitely, they are your fans. But me? They will blame me for what happened, say that I did something to lose the baby, that I was reckless. They will tear me to pieces, Mason.”

“I know” he said, also getting up. 

“And people at your agency aren't stupid. They keep up with all the comments and crazy theories, they know this will happen. But if they haven't cared about the hate I've gotten so far, why would they care now?” Adele said, not being able to contain her tears.

“Addie… Addie, hey” Mason said, walking towards her and cupping her face. “Addie, no one is gonna bully you. I'm not gonna let them.”

“But if they publish those lies…”

“They won't, I'm not going to allow it. No one is gonna hurt the woman I love, do you hear me? No one.”

“This is such a mess, Mason” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“But we'll fix it, Addie. I promise you we will” he said while hugging her as tight as he could. 

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“Miss Turlington? She will see you now.”

“Thank you.”

“Adele!” Mason's agent said when she walked into her office. “What a nice surprise. What brings you here?”

“We need to talk.”

“Oh, ok. Please have a seat” she said, gesturing towards the chair in front of her desk. “May I get you something to drink? Water? Coffee? Tea?”

“I'm fine.”

“Alright, then. What did you want to talk about?”

“I want you to stop the madness you and your agency have created.”

“What?” she laughed.

“It isn't funny, Mrs. Lautner.”

“Please call me Erin.”

“It isn't funny, Erin” Adele repeated. It had been a week since the photos of the party had been published, and things hadn't calmed down.

Online it still was chaos, threats and hate comments being thrown right and left between fans and towards her and Mason. And in the real world, it was like they had traveled back in time to the days where the paparazzis camped outside their houses to get a photo of them together. They had even had to cancel their romantic gateway to the château they had visited after the Dior show and go back to London, someone tipping the photographers about where they were staying.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry” Erin said. “But what do you want me to do?”

“Isn't it obvious?” Adele laughed. “I want you to release some kind of statement and tell the world that I am not pregnant and never have been.”

“But Adele…”

“No” she said, trying to channel her mother when she would get serious with her and Luca. “You are going to end this mess, and you are going to do it now.”

“That's not how things work and you know it.”

“You have two days. When Mason comes back from his work trip to Spain, I want this problem fixed.”

“Or what?” Erin said, arching an eyebrow.

“Or you will be losing an amazing deal that would benefit you and your agency, and that only I can get you.”

“What kind of deal?”

“Me shooting Mason for the cover of British Vogue’s March issue.”

“What?” she laughed. “That's almost impossible! Only big names get to be on the March issue, and it is always women the ones who do it. It is the most important issue besides the September one!”

“I know. But when you are Elizabeth Turlington’s daughter, and the current editor-in-chief of the magazine is your godfather…” Adele shrugged.

“He's… oh. That's… I'm listening” Erin said, moving forward on her chair.

“Well, we met in Paris during fashion week, and after seeing my photos for Dior, he asked me if anyone had suggested yet the idea of me shooting Mason.”

“It has happened more than once, and you've always said no. What has made you change your mind?”

“That this time I will be working for and with someone I trust and have known my whole life, and that I will have creative freedom, which is something that none of the other offers included.”

“Has Mason said yes?”

“He has. But on one condition” Adele said. “That you finally put an end to the pregnancy rumours by telling the truth: that I've never been pregnant, and that those photos were taken out of context.”

“It isn't going to be that easy, tho.”

“You and your team are very clever, Erin. I'm sure you will come up with something. But no more lies.”

“Ok, fine” she sighed. “We deny the pregnancy saying that you never were pregnant and it was all a mistake, and you shoot Mason for British Vogue. Is that the deal?”

“The base of it, yes” Adele said.

“The base?”

“We can add some extras. For example, if Mason and I are satisfied with the result of your explanation and the way you handle things after that, I can talk with my godfather and also get him an interview. Maybe video content, something like a behind the scenes of me shooting him and being all lovey-dovey. I'm sure fans would love that.”

“That would actually be amazing… Ok, fine” Erin said after a few seconds in silence. “We have a deal.”

“If we don't like what you do…”

“There will be no cover. I know” she said, offering Adele her hand. “Deal?”

“Deal” she said, shaking it. “Now let me call my lawyer so he can get the contract ready. He's waiting in the coffee shop next door.”

“What?” Erin chuckled. “There is no need for that, Adele.”

“I don't make deals without witnesses and with just a handshake, Mrs. Lautner. I'm my father's daughter and not an idiot, so I do things properly and, most importantly, legally. Leave it or take it.”

“I… Umm…”

“I have things to do, Mrs. Lautner. So if you could please make up your mind…”

“Fine, fine! Call your lawyer.”

“Thank you” Adele smiled. Her plan was already in motion, and the first part had been a success. 

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Pls pls plsss do number 3 for the picture fic game ❤️❤️

I got two requests for photo 3 (my fault because I forgot to update the original post) and since I had two ideas and couldn’t decide which one to go with I decided to just write both.

So here is the first one and I hope it’s okay!

Warnings: Angst, little bit of bullying, slightly suggestive but nothing explicit, swearing

It’s a tale as old as time. The head cheerleader dating the captain of the basketball team. A match made in heaven. There were many times over the last two years where you had to force yourself not to roll your eyes whenever you watched Ara jump into Yoongi’s arms. The scoffs you kept to yourself every time they called each other babe or baby or honey or your least favorite- Suga Buns. You couldn’t even count the number of times you nearly vomited seeing the two of them shoving their tongues down each others throats.

The worst part was each time you experienced these, it also chipped away at your heart a little more and no one else knew it.

You had met Yoongi on your first day of high school. You were new to the area and since he was a student ambassador he was assigned to show you around for a few days until you got more comfortable. Somehow or another the two of you became inseparable. Studying after school, spending all of your weekends together, you never missed a single one of his basketball game always being there in the front row. You guys were best friends.

Like another tale as old as time you developed a crush on your best friend but were too scared to say anything. You’d thought about saying something though. The moment that stands out the most to you was after one of his games during senior year. One where he scored the winning basket at the buzzer making the crowd go crazy. You were waiting on the bleachers for him to come out of the locker room so you two could head over to Taehyung’s house for a celebratory party. A common occurrence for you two.

Yoongi was taking longer than usual. You were about to go find someone to go in there and look for him when you heard unfamiliar giggling and then saw him walking out of the locker room zipping up his jeans while the head cheerleader, Tia, was close behind pulling down the skirt she was wearing. When he got closer you noticed the purple bruising on his neck while she had matching marks on her chest. He immediately came running over to you, “Y/N, ready to go?!” You gave a tight lip nod. Tia stood there glaring at you, jealous that you had pulled his attention away from her so quickly. “Tia is going to come with us. Is that okay?” No it’s not okay but it’s his car and he can invite who he wants you thought to yourself. “Of course.”, you lied with a fake smile. You felt stupid to even think that someone like him would fall for someone like you so you never attempted to tell him again.

Then prom came and went. Yoongi didn’t take Tia but some other girl that was basically her clone anyways. You went with Hoseok. He was sweet and really tried to make the night memorable for you but you knew there were zero feelings there. Especially when you broke down in tears watching Yoongi leave you behind at the dance while he left with his date, something he had promised not to do.

Then you and Yoongi went off to college. You both thankfully got into the same school and quickly found a house near campus that you rented together.

Yoongi stayed single during the first two years. Choosing to focus on school and basketball instead. There were his random hookups, one night stands. You were jealous of those girls. Those girls who got the intimacy with him that you craved. They got to see him in ways you had only imagined. And then the petty part of you was secretly happy when minutes after the moans and sounds of the bed rocking ended you would hear feet patter to the kitchen and the fridge would open. You knew the routine. He’d make up an excuse about having to get up real early and then give them a bottle of water for the road and then minutes later you would hear the lock on the front door click shut. He would take a quick shower and then you’d get a text from him asking if you wanted to watch a movie. You knew you should’ve felt angry, maybe even gross that he was fucking another woman ten minutes ago and now is cuddling you in your bed while you watch a movie but there was a part of you that liked to pretend that it had been you the whole time.

Then he met Ara. She was the new captain of the cheerleading squad. The cuddles in your bed stopped. You only hung out for a little at home or in a group setting here and there. Yoongi was infatuated with her and you were no longer an important piece to his life.

You hated her. Not because you thought she was much prettier than you or that she had Yoongi and you didn’t. You hated her because she was mean to you. Any time Yoongi would look the other way she’d throw jabs at you. Comments about your appearance, your personality, your intelligence. She often liked to remind you that she was with Yoongi and you were not. She’d kiss him a little harder when you were around, fall into his lap as soon as you sat down. You hated her but Yoongi loved her so you kept your mouth shut and did your best to smile through it.

One morning you woke up with a particularly bad migraine. You were nauseous and exhausted from staying up all night thanks to the two of them going at it for multiple rounds. You knew number one on your list of things to do today was to finally go splurge on a good pair of noise canceling headphones.

While in the kitchen you groaned because you were definitely not in the mood when you heard soft feet sliding on the floor followed by Ara’s fake niceness in her voice.

“Y/N, sorry if we kept you up all night. I don’t know what got into Yoongi. He just couldn’t keep his hands off of me.”, she smirked.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t know how I’m gonna get any sleep when I move in here soon. I mean with him being all over me all the time like that.”

You choked on your coffee. The coughing making your head hurt worse.

“What? Yoongi didn’t tell you? Yeah he asked me a few weeks ago if I’d like to move in. And of course I’d love to.”, she smiled.

Your mouth went dry. You couldn’t believe he didn’t even ask you how you felt about anyone moving in especially Ara.

Thankfully Yoongi came walking out into the kitchen. He wrapped a hand around Ara waist before giving her a kiss, “Morning baby. You two getting along?”

Ara ran her fingers through his hair, “Of course. I was just telling Y/N how I’m moving in with you two.”

If you didn’t know him as well we you did you would’ve missed the way he flinched. He knew you weren’t going to be happy about that.

“Well I’ve got to get to class. See you at the game!”, she said before giving him a kiss again and ignoring you completely which you were glad for because your head felt like it was gonna explode.

“Look Y/N, I was going to tell you. I’ve just been busy and…”

You shook your head, “It’s fine. It’s half your place too. I’ve gotta get to class.”

You put the mug down in the sink before running to your room completely forgetting about the pounding headache.

As much as you wanted to skip the game you knew you could never do that. You’d never missed a game of Yoongi’s and you weren’t going to let a migraine and some bad news be the reason for the first.

Yoongi was fantastic again leading the team in points and assists. Him and Ara were practically all over each other as you stood off to the side waiting for them to come over so you could find out what the after game plans were.

“Hey Y/N, long time no see!”, a familiar voice said.

“Oh hi Jimin!”, you excitedly exclaimed.

The two of you had worked on a big economics project last semester.

“Working hard this semester?”, he questioned.

You nodded, “Yeah I’m just glad I don’t have to go through economics again. That was brutal.”

“Yeah tell me about it.”, he chuckled.

He nervously scratched at the back of his neck, “Sooo uh this is kind of weird but um my friend over there has been staring at you the whole game because he thought you were really pretty and when I told him that I knew you… well he’s kind of been on my case about introducing you to him.”

You looked over noticing a really cute guy shyly waving at you. You waved back.

Jimin continued, “His name is Jungkook and we were wondering if you were busy tonight because we’re going with out with a bunch of friends to this diner to get some food and hang out and we wanted to ask you to come with us.”

You thought about it but you always spent time after the game with Yoongi. You looked over in his direction watching as his hand slowly made its way to Ara’s ass and you realized you really didn’t want to spend another night being a third wheel until they just left you alone completely for the bedroom anyways.

“Yeah I’d love to go. Sounds fun.”, you smiled. Jimin walked you over to Jungkook and you giggled when he breathed a loud sigh of relief. You left with them not noticing the glare that Yoongi sent in your direction.

Ara moved in three weeks ago. It hasn’t been unbearable but you definitely started keeping your eyes open for other possible living situations. Most of the time you did your best to avoid her which also meant you were avoiding Yoongi too. That was also easier than you’d thought and slowly stopped seeming so foreign.

It was a rare Saturday night where you walked into the living room and found Yoongi but no Ara.

“Where’s your shadow?”, you asked with a slight tone of bitterness you hoped he didn’t catch.

“Girls night. I told her to invite you but she said they already had everything booked and couldn’t make any changes.”, he shrugged.

You dodged that bullet thankfully.

He continued, “I thought maybe we could order some food and then watch a movie. I feel like I’ve barely seen you over the last few weeks.”

“Uh yeah maybe another time. I kind of already have plans.”, you mumbled.

“What like a date?”, he chuckled. You knew he meant it as a joke but it still hurt that he though you going on a date was such a strange thing.

“Yeah I uh actually do have a date.”

You and Jungkook had been talking regularly since exchanging numbers at the diner. Then a few days ago he asked if you wanted to go on an official date and you said yes. You liked him. He was kind and thoughtful. He made you laugh. He was attractive and his smile made you melt. You loved looking over his tattoos and hearing the stories behind them. He made you feel like the only person in the world when you were with him and that was something you hadn’t felt in a long long time.

You were so caught up in day dreaming about Jungkook that you didn’t hear Yoongi talking to you.

“Y/N?”

“I’m sorry what?”

He laughed, “Who’s your date?”

“What are you my father?”, you asked half joking half actually annoyed because why did he care all of a sudden?

“No but you’re going on a date with some guy I don’t know. I want to make sure he’s good for you and that you’re not going to get hurt.”

You scoffed because how ironic.

“Thanks Yoongi but I can take take of my self.”

“Like you did with Jin?”, he said rather harshly.

Your blood ran cold at hearing that name. Jin was a guy you dated for over a year. He was your first real boyfriend and first love other than Yoongi. You caught him cheating on you with some woman he’d repeatedly told you wasn’t a threat. You were devastated and it was a huge blow to your confidence. You cried into Yoongi’s chest for days. You thought he had genuinely cared about you then so you had no idea why he would throw that back in your face right now.

Tears began to burn your eyes so you slammed them shut not wanting them to fall and ruin the makeup you’d worked so hard on or give Yoongi the satisfaction of knowing he struck a nerve.

While you had your eyes closed Yoongi had closed the distance grabbing your hand and making you flinch, “Fuck, Y/N I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that to you. I’m just stressed about the championship in a few weeks and me and Ara are going through a thing and my classes are building up. My mouth was working faster than my brain. You know I didn’t mean anything by it. Please.”

Luckily there was a knock at the door giving you an escape. Without saying anything you turned and left the apartment letting the door slam behind you. Jungkook greeted you with a bouquet of tulips, the first time a guy had given you flowers. They were beautiful and it was sweet. You thanked him and you were grateful that you could use the sweet gesture as an excuse for why you were tearing up when he questioned it just a few seconds later.

Things were awkward between you and Yoongi after that. You didn’t speak much unless it related to the bills or apartment. You hadn’t seen or heard Ara in a while but it was a Saturday night and Yoongi was nowhere to be found so you assumed he was with her. It was nice because for once you were able to peacefully fall asleep without having to wear your noise canceling headphones as a precaution.

But then you were woken up in the middle of the night by a loud thud followed by some curse words before someone was stumbling into your bed. You would’ve freaked out if you didn’t immediately recognize the scent of Yoongi’s cologne and lavender shampoo mixed with his favorite whiskey.

“Yoongi go to your bed. Ara’s gonna flip out if she comes home and finds you here.”, you grumbled trying to push him out of your bed.

It only seemed to make him snuggle in tighter, “Fuck her. I don’t care if she finds us. I miss my best friend. I miss you Y/N.”

“Yoongi you’re drunk. Let’s get you to bed.”, you said trying to push him off but he was basically dead weight in his drunken state and you didn’t have the strength to move him yourself so you accepted your fate and tried to create as much space between you in the bed before using his snores to help you back sleep.

“You disgusting lying whore! I knew you were just waiting for the chance to fuck him.”, Ara shrieked over you. You jumped awake startled and confused by what was going on. That’s when you looked over and saw Yoongi sitting up in bed hungover but just as confused as you.

“I didn’t…We didn’t do anything you stuttered. He showed up drunk and got in my bed. I tried to get him to leave but he wouldn’t.”

“Is that true?”, she hissed at him.

He shook his head, “I don’t know. I don’t remember anything.”

Your mouth dropped open. You weren’t surprised that he didn’t really remember anything but did he actually think that you would’ve seduced him? He could’ve at the minimum agreed with you that he was the one that got in your bed.

“I knew we should’ve moved into that other apartment together like we were going to but you were just too afraid to rip off the bandaid and tell Y/N how you thought she was an annoying pain in the ass and wanted to move away from her and now look Yoongi. She nearly ruined our relationship.”

Yoongi bit his bottom lip. You felt like throwing up and crying and running away. All this time he thought you were annoying. You wanted to ask when he started feeling that way but it didn’t matter anyways. The damage was done at that point. Ara turned and left mumbling something about finding a relator as soon as possible.

“Y/N…I…What she said…”,

“Just forget it Yoongi.”

You wanted to say more but you could feel yourself beginning to cry. You tried to scramble out of the bed but he was too quick and grabbed onto you, “Please just let me explain.I know it’s the oldest excuse in the book but I didn’t mean it. It was that night after one of my games. I was jealous because I saw you were talking to Jimin and then you were laughing and smiling with some other guy who I’m guessing was Jungkook. And then I was hurt that you went to hang out with them after the game instead of me. Ara kept adding fuel to the fire and I said that you were annoying and that me and her should move in together somewhere else without you. I was mostly annoyed with myself though and not you. By the next morning I knew I didn’t mean it.”

He ran his hands over this face before falling back onto the bed, “I can’t live without you Y/N. These last few weeks have really opened my eyes on how important you are to me. All these years I thought I had a small crush on you that would just go away. I tried to find love elsewhere because the thought of possibly loosing you terrified me. But I love you Y/N. If I’m gonna loose you anyways I figured I should at least say something now.”

You stared at him waiting to see the quick double blink he always did when he was lying but it never came. He was telling the truth.

“Yoongi I’ve…I’ve waited a long time to hear you say those words. We’ll have to talk about this some more but you’re not loosing me. I could never leave you.”, you said resting your head against his shoulders.

“3…2…1… And that’s it folks!!! The third consecutive championship for the Bangtan Crusaders lead by team captain Min Yoongi, who by the way graduates this year while being the schools all time leader in points scored and assists and just two steals shy of taking that one too. What a career he has had!”, the announcer excitedly exclaimed over the speaker system.

You were so proud of him watching as Yoongi and the rest of his team accepted their championship medals.

The two of you had come a long way since that night he confessed in your room. Lots of time spent talking and crying and making promises. Ara had broken up with him and stormed out not long after those events. He didn’t seem to care and you definitely did not either.

It was now almost a whole year later and things couldn’t have been better.

You laughed as Yoongi came running over to show you his medal like a golden retriever would bring you their toy.

“Y/N take a picture of me! I’m want to send it to my mom.”

“Okay say cheese!”, you smiled snapping the photo of him proudly holding up his medal.

“Congrats Yoongi! You earned it.”, you said giving him a hug.

“Thanks Y/N. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

A silence surrounded you as the rest of the team and fans continued to celebrate.

Finally when the noise died down a little Yoongi leaned over, “Hey do you want to come over and…”

He was cut off. “Sorry about that Babe, That was the realtor who called me. She said we could come sign for the apartment tonight if we wanted. That way we get the keys sooner.”, Jungkook said placing a hand on your lower back.

“Congrats man, you played great.”, he said putting his hand out to shake Yoongi’s when he noticed him standing there.

“Yeah thanks.”, Yoongi grabbed his hand.

“Well I should go get cleaned up.”, he said starting to back away towards the locker rooms.

Jungkook stopped him though, “Hey what are you doing later? Y/N and I were gonna check out that new pizza place everyone’s talking about. You should join us. My treat for you getting the school another win! Bring your girlfriend if she’s free. It’ll be like a double date.”

You chuckled at your boyfriends overly excited energy. You knew he really liked Yoongi and Yoongi saw him like a little brother which made your heart swell every time.

“Ohh that’s a great idea. Please bring Nari. We’ve been so busy I haven’t had a chance to catch up with her since we had that girls weekend last month.”, you begged.

“Alright alright.”, he faked annoyance but broke out into a huge gummy smile, “We were just gonna order pizza and crash on the couch any ways so that sounds like a better idea. We’ll be there.”

“Great! I’ll text you when we’re on our way.”, Jungkook said before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the exit.

Yoongi waved goodbye and started walking away at the same time. You looked back at the last moment catching a glimpse of him walking in the locker room for the final time.

[the-weeb-of-the-uchiha]

Party Addict Karma x Y/N

" I'm spending all the money, your ho she really wants me

Think she wants something from me ... "

You were getting dressed to go to the club with your Bestie Tatyana. You guys were party addicts. Went to every club in your city any time you got the chance. Sometimes you would blackout and end up in some strangers bed ( not too often ).

Your thoughts were interrupted due to the sound of a text. Tatyana. It read " I'm outside " . You grabbed you purse 👛 and left out the door. Closing the the door behind you, now looking the black GMC.

"Hey girlie, hop in"

"Gladly"

You two talked about the new club for a while. Tatyana mentioned that the owner was a "good" friend of a friends. whatever that meant . She slowly pulled up to a place that had the line wrapped around the block.

" How the hell are we supposed to get in "

" I told you I have a good friend of a friends."

You rolled your eyes 👀. You both existed the car 🚙 with envious eyes on you. Tatyana had given the keys to valet . You guys were about to stand in line until a fine man approached you. He looked like a cinnamon roll. But you knew there were no cinnamon rolls in this type of place.

" Ladies, I saw you get in line and thought that lovely ladies such as your selves would like to take short cut. "

Tatyana looked at you. You looked at her. She gave you the IDK look. You looked at the man with read hair and golden eyes. He looked at you with hungry eyes.

" We will accept your offer than Mr. ..."

" Karma. Call me Karma "

" Well Karma, My name is Y/N" .

As he escorted you inside the club. The party was lively. This was your type of place. Almost walking away from karma and going with Tatyana. He pulled you by the waist into his embrace.

" Where are you going Flower 🌸? "

You didn't know how to respond. You thought you would be able to enjoy yourself. You saw Tatyana going upstairs.

" Come sit with me Flower 🌸. I'll buy you a drink."

He smirked at you with is hungry eyes. You couldn't refuse a free drink .

" Ok . I accept your offer"

He guided you too the VIP booth with his hand still on your waist. You wondered if he would ever take his hand off. He approached the body guard 💂. He let him in without a word. You looked surprised 🤨.

" Flowers do you go Hard or just drink?"

"I'm a party addict What do you think?"

" Good, I belive we will have a good time together."

He guided you to a booth. Both of you sat down. He called the waiter and ordered a bottle of wiskey and 2 shot glasses and the usual"

" Hey I don't think I can stay for only 1 drink Karma"

" Why? Do you want to go back to your friend ?"

You didn't know how to answer. You didn't want to rude someone who did you a favor.

" I'll party with you just we can't just stay here. "

"Hu-

You pulled him to the dance floor. You went to the d.j and asked him to play Door to Dusk by Otadari.

authors note: ( I like that song OK )

The club was more livelier, lights were brighter, and the people were getting more crazy. This was the type of vibe you wanted. You lost all sense of reason. Soon you realized what you were doing. Dancing with random people and popping pills without knowing.

Karma pulled you back to the lounge with him. He looked winded and fatigued.

" You looked like you were having fun out there."

He pushed a small tray of drugs givin by the waiter in front of you.

" I was. It feels like only 10 minutes passed by"

" Flowers it's been over an hour"

You looked at him in shock. You picked up your phone 📱. It was 10:54 .

" I guess it has. " you said as you helped your self to whatever was on the tray. You both took turns getting high. You both were having a great time. Hours had went by next thing you knew ...

You both were walking into a hotel 🏩 room. Karma didn't waste anytime trying to kiss you.

" Flowers I might start calling you something else soon"

" Why ?"

" Because your so sweet?"

You started to blush. Karma stopped kissing you and started taking off your dress while burying himself into your neck. You let out a small moan.

" Flowers you have to help me too now."

"alright"

I'm done here this has been in the drafts for the longest

[ateezivy]

brutal

( 2022 )

ivy enjoyed finding new ways to express herself, hair dyeing, tattoos, clothing, anything and everything. ever since she was born she had been getting piercings, but strictly on her ears only. this is because she never really wanted anything else, not to mention her mom was completely against it. but for the past two years, there's one piercing she's just been craving.

"you want your belly button pierced?" hongjoong raised his eyebrows, not shocked by her request, more of confused. usually when the youngest member wants something, she never shuts up about it. yet she's sitting here begging her leader for a piercing that she's never shown any interest in until just now. "since when?"

"for like two years" she smiled and sat on the counter as seonghwa, mingi, and wooyoung made everyone dinner. usually the oldest member would scold her for having her butt on the counter, but she was in a spot that wouldn't have any food on it, so he gave up.

"has she told you about this?" hongjoong asked mingi as he stood there stirring something, the leader was in too much confusion to worry about food at the moment.

"yeah," the rapper shrugs, "she always points them out whenever she sees them"

seonghwa and wooyoung look at mingi confused now, she never mentioned that to them. has she?

"okay, not fair, he picks up on everything." wooyoung pouts and waves a knife around, earning a look from hongjoong.

"put that down before you hurt someone"

"hong, please" she begged, putting her leader attention back on her. hongjoong sighs and walks closer to her, "you know it's not up to me, ji"

the captain walks out of the kitchen, grabbing his water and tapping on ivy's knee as he leaves. the girl grumbles and slouched her shoulders. she knows if she asks their manager he would have to go to the higher-ups who will have to review the contract and consult with the ceo. asking permission for things like visible tattoos and piercings can be a week long process, a very brutal process.

"you have to ask the managers, angel" mingi chuckles and kisses her head as he reaches for plates in one of the cupboards. the girl huffs, going through the hassle of it all is just ridiculous. such a long process for something so simple.

"just get it" wooyoung shrugs and throws veggies into a pan. mingi and ivy look at him like he was crazy. seonghwa rolled his eyes and carried on, he figured woo would speak up about it.

"if you still want me out of the group just tell me" she joked with a pout and crossed arms. the older snickered and rolled his eyes at her, "they won't kick you out for a piercing, they know better than to do that."

seonghwa felt like he had to speak up now "yah," he said, pointing his chopsticks at the younger "don't encourage bad behavior!"

mingi looks back over at his girlfriend, seeing she's really thinking about it. her gaze meets his, asking him what to do with just a simple look. his shrug and head tilt isn't enough, "it's up to you, your body." seonghwa threw his hands up in the air, giving up and returning to cooking.

"you think it'd look good?" she asked both the boys. wooyoung eagerly nodded.

"obviously" mingi scoffed.

"oppa~" ivy called out to seonghwa, teasing him as he pretends like they aren't there. "keep me out of this, olivia"

ivy barges into wooyoungs room the next day, laying down on his bed as her plays video games, "you're going with me to get my piercing on tuesday" she stated nonchalantly. wooyoung did a little happy dance before high-fiving the girl who giggled with him like a couple of teenagers at a slumber party.

tuesday came up and the two somehow snuck out of the dorm without any questions, they told them they were going shopping and everyone nodded, surprisingly not asking for anything while they're out. and because they wanted to keep it that way, they booked it out of the dorms.

"nervous?" wooyoung smiled at the girl who was laying down on the reclined seat, the piercer had to leave the room real quick to get something.

"a little, will you hold my hand" she giggled nervously, holding her hand out. the older smiles back and puts his hand in hers "i always do" he says as the piercer walks into the room with everything she needs. she smiles at the two and sets everything up on the table, making sure to talk ivy out of her nerves.

"okay, ready?"

"you got it?" hongjoong raised his voice, seeing ivy standing in the living room with her sweats and cropped shirt showing off her new bling.

"if i told you it was fake would you believe me?" she smiled innocently at her leader who held an stern look on his face. "okay, well you get piercing without asking all the time." she argued

hongjoong let out a sigh and looked back down at the piercing "whatever, but you're explaining this to the managers and ceo, not me." he knows he's probably going to explain it to them because she hates confrontation, but he's going to make her think that she has to do it as punishment. "it doesn't look bad at all, just keep it clean"

mingi and seonghwa walked into the living room seeing the dazzling jewelry almost immediately "woah" the oldest member says, he knew she wanted it, but he didn't think she would want it that badly...

"you actually got it?" mingi laughed a little.

"yep, didn't even hurt"

wooyoung scoffed from the couch "she cried."

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[treacletartlett]

a little red

TW: this includes minor knife-play.

you and harry decide to experiment a little during sex after a couple shots and find out what you both liked. what did come out of this experience is the knowledge that you both really enjoyed masochism...

parties are a big thing in the Gryffindor common room, especially on a Friday night. and harry loves these parties, because that almost always means his room is empty, and he likes to take advantage of this fact with his girlfriend a lot.

Everyone puts on their sluttiest outfits. There are drinks and food on the tables, loud music, it’s dark with flashing lights and the smell of cigarettes is everywhere.

these parties consist of various different things. when you walk in you get overwhelmed by the amount of alcohol and drugs on the floor and tables. there is obviously dancing and chatting, people who are making out in the corner. it looks like a typical high school frat party.

you and harry always stuck to chatting, occasionally with a cigar in your hands.

and while you were going at it with your friend, you suddenly felt two cold hands on your waist, warm breath by your ear, and such an overwhelming smell of your favourite perfume, you immediately knew who it was.   

Harry Potter.

Man does that boy make you crazy.    

you and harry had such a wild, complicated relationship. you’ve been together for years, and still your love has only strengthened into something so strong it can only be described as obsession. you were always there for each other, as a source to take all the stress away in form of fucking or just talking, it didn’t matter.

you felt his breath on you while he whispered in your ear “I'm tired, can we go to my dorm, please?"

He asked in such a voice he knew you couldn't say no to, so you agreed, excused yourself, and followed him up the stairs to his dorm.

Since you were both drunk, you stumbled a bit the way to his bed. there was this energy in the room when you entered, laughing and clinging onto each other.

it was always like this after these parties, being so busy all the time didn’t leave you two much private time together, so these moments are the only time you and harry get to do whatever you wanted, and a lot of those times you use it for having sex.

harry stumbled over to you, pressing himself against you, smiling. he took your waist and pulled you against him, making sure you won’t back up, and attached his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. his soft lips melting into yours, his hands feeling your body everywhere, while yours explored his body, going from his hair to his chest.

the warm feeling of you touching each other enhanced the red tint on your cheeks, both blushing furiously. a strong feeling settled deep down in your stomach, lowering into your core.

desperately wanting to feel him, you tried to move against him, hoping for any type of friction, but when harry noticed he broke apart and took a step back. you started protesting but harry cut in before you could. “i’ll take care of you, but first,” he took of his belt and pushed you onto his bed, making you lay down.

confusion took over, but soon it got replaced with trepidation. not because you didn’t trust harry, but because you knew whatever he will do to you will have you screaming with your legs trembling.

the belt harry previously took off was cold against your skin as harry tied it around your wrists. even trying remotely to release yourself was impossible, harry seemingly has tied it at its tightest.

“harry, what are you doing?” your voice trembled already. harry slid your shirt above your head until it was at your arms, he slid your pants completely off of you, leaving you in your panties.

he leaned down, his lips almost touching you, but instead of kissing you yet, he whispered so softly to you, his breath fanned against your skin and lips, his voice was almost so soft you didn’t hear him.

“it’s ‘what are you going to do?’, I’ll make sure you’ll feel better after this, I promise, my love.” his pet name didn’t go unnoticed, as the fact he whispered it more softly you almost didn’t catch it.

his lips felt soft against yours. at first, he kissed you softly, sweetly, then gradually it got more passionate. kissing you, hard, his hands roamed over your whole body and stopped abruptly at your lower stomach, just above your panties.

while his lips moved from yours to your neck and everywhere harry could kiss and bite, he pushed gently against your lower stomach, making you arch your back slightly and trying to feel some friction.

“you have to trust me okay? be patient, you’ll get what you want, I promise.” his voice was so soft, it almost seemed like he’s scared to hurt you by his words, his lips were touching your skin gently. 

“I trust you, harry,” you replied, more than this not coming up in your mind, being so distracted and in need for him to touch you everywhere he can.

harry looked down to you, seeing how beautiful you are. he smiled, baring his white teeth. he seemed to examine you for ages, while he was just cherishing your beauty and this moment. he always loved seeing you bare. it felt good baring yourself to each other, giving each other everything. its not just sex, its giving the most of yourself to the other, that’s why he loved this with you.

"safe word? Wouldn't want to hurt you," he asked, so sweetly.

This was one of the things you loved about harry. he cared, he didn't want to do something you don't want and would never forgive himself if you ever got hurt. He always made sure that you're comfortable with whatever you two are doing.

"I don't know." you whined softly. the need for him building up. it felt like forever, it was taking way too long.

in deep concentration, harry wracked his brain for something easy for you to say for the moment it gets too much.

"don't know? What about your favourite color. Red, maybe?" he suggested.

It was true, red really was your favourite color, and the fact that harry remembers such a small detail that you’ve probably only mentioned once briefly made you blush. your love for him always increasing.

"okay." you couldn't and didn't really want to talk, the need for harry eating you up by the minutes. the warmth seemed to evaporate as harry sat up and stood in front of the bed. 

"okay. let's take this off, shall I?" He took off his white blouse and unzipped his pants , throwing away his clothes leaving him bare in his boxers. His light abs just showing. he walked up to you, sitting on top of you, his hands reached your panties, and before sliding them off of you he looked at you for your consent, as always. you nodded immediately, feeling the need for him growing by the second.

"Please Harry, I need you to touch me," you cried out, it took too long. you need him. it felt like an eternity ago that he touched you. your breathing was already exhilarated, and you felt like you had run miles long. 

"I will, I promise. someones desperate, not that i would say I'm not," he chuckled, caressing your cheek, his other hand on your stomach. he lowered himself and started kissing, biting, licking any skin he could reach. whimpers escaped your lips. Harry grazed your neck before whispering in your ear "you really want me to do this?", "Yes, I do. please harry," you basically begged.

"Okay, I’ll do anything you tell me. tell me to stop." He grabbed something shiny out of his drawer, but you couldn't really see it as it seemed to be really small.

“No,.” you whined out. then you felt it, he dragged it down your chest, to your stomach, and to your thighs. it was cold and in some areas felt sharp. Your mind felt scrambled, not being able to identify the object, but Harry showed you. He held it in front of your face so you could see it, and pushed the tip to his finger, a bead of blood appearing from where he pushed it in. It was a knife, a very sharp and pretty one. this was new, and kind of scary and exciting, making you surprised that you were actually enjoying it.

harry lowered the knife to your skin, just bellow your collar bone to your chest. your breath hitched, and your heartbeat managed to accelerate even further. you knew harry wouldn't actually hurt you, just tease you a bit, and you knew he would stop the moment you wanted him to, that's why you felt so good and secure doing something like this, you wouldn't trust anyone else with a knife to your chest.

whimpers escaped your throat, showing harry just how much you anticipated this. he grinned down at you, knowing just how much you need this. "you're such a pretty girl, d'you know that? so pretty and good and well behaved." he said, the knife at your chest, not pressing hard enough to break skin, but just to feel a pinch.

"look it's your favourite color isn't it baby?" harry asked. he trailed his finger down your front, leaving a red path of his blood behind, the knife following it. he was scared to push the knife hard enough to draw blood incase it hurt you, so he refrained from it. you noticed, and secretly hoped he would give in. you seemed to like the feeling of trepidation that he would actually draw blood. you liked the pain, and feeling the hot red liquid of his finger trailing down your stomach, it made you want to feel the pain yourself.

"harry please, it's not going to hurt me like that." you tried to reason. wanting this more than anything at the moment. it was experimenting, and what would be the purpose if you didn't actually try it out?

reaching out, harry left the knife on your torso and leaned in for a kiss. it was gentle and caring, almost like he was too afraid to break you. his hand caressed your cheek while the other rubbed you on your hip. "i know baby." he whispered to you and lowered himself just enough for his erection to barely touch you where you wanted him most. rolling his hips once, twice. gently grinding into you while the cold sharp object balanced on your stomach. a moan escaped your mouth, while harry groaned out of pleasure and desperation.

he picked the knife up again with the hand that was at your hip and dragged it down again. when the knife reached your lower stomach, drawing closer to your thighs, which harry was still thrusting into, he angled the knife higher so the tip was perpendicular to your thigh, making it dig in your thigh. you sucked in a breath and felt harry rub his thumb across your cheekbone. he kissed you before angling your left thigh up higher, enhancing the feeling of him against you. the room was filled with your, and harry's sounds.

he was still gentle but chasing whats needed, not quite there to finish the job, but also not to make you cry out in desperation for his touch. "I'll be so good to you sweetheart, I promise." his voice just loud enough for you to hear. you couldn't reply, couldn't do anything, just being patient and waiting for him to enter you.

abruptly stopping, you whined out for him, but harry just stood up, put the knife down and lowered his boxers, pulling them off completely, freeing himself, but not before you saw the huge wet spot on his bulge. red crept up your neck to your cheeks, but it turned you on even more.

"harry," you whimpered, indicating for him to come back to you. this felt like so much, yet still not enough. the red on your body intensified the feeling of the tension somehow. you wanted him to release you, just so you can give him a kick, a head start.you tried to pull your hand from his tied belt around your wrist but it didn't budge. harry obviously noticed and looked searchingly at you. "what do you want to do darling?" he asked.

you huffed out "can you let my hand go? just one please." and harry obeyed immediately, leaning over to loosen it enough for you to tug your hand out. then, you rubbed his blood in, bloodying your hand. harry just stood watching you at the end of the bed, seemingly fascinated. this was when you got a really good look of him. his hair messy, sweat lining his forehead, making his hair stick to his face. rose tinted cheeks, breathing heavily, a glint of sweat everywhere, and mouth swollen, pink, and slightly parted. when your eyes traveled further down a loud erection almost screaming to you to tease him. the size of him always overwhelmed you, really never getting used to it, but he was always so gentle and caring with you whenever you needed him to be. but now, this time, it's different. you wanted all of him in one go, not gently and slowly driving into you like it's your first time.

your hand trailed downwards, past your abdomen and now digging into your wet folds, harry's blood mixing with your fluids. he watched intently, his cock achingly hard, veins bulging from his and precum already dripping from his tip. you didn't go further than just touching yourself, wanting harry to do it for you, but it was just enough to set you off.

"please harry, I need this from you." you pleaded. desperation was so loud in your tone, harry didn't need telling twice. "I'll do anything for you." and he got on the bed, crawling over you to align himself with you between your thighs. he lifted your thighs over his hips, picked up the knife again, and started to slide it down to your thigh once more, actually digging it enough to break skin and satisfy the feeling of need inside on you.

red trails down your thigh now, and you love it. the sting of the air hitting the wound sent a wave crashing in your stomach, making you moan. harry saw how much you enjoyed this, and didn't stop. he started carving something gently in your skin, just small cuts forming something, and when you moaned and cried out his name and arched your back for more you looked down at his artwork. it was his name, specifically a nickname you used for him. it was a very messy scraping of haribo, something you used to call him all the time, which he loved just like you loved calling him this.

then, when you arched your back, hoping to feel him dig into you, he leaned down and licked the blood dripping down from the wound. his hot saliva mixed with your blood, covering your thigh messily, but turning you on even more.

"did that make you feel good?" harry asked, sitting up again, your legs high and wrapped around him, the head of his cock at your entrance.

"you did harry. please, I need this." you couldn't wait anymore, it felt like you would explode if you didn't feel him right now. He put away the knife and leaned over you. then, in one go, harry pushed himself deep inside of you, burying himself completely into you.

crying out from overwhelming pleasure, you threw your head back, mouth open and eyes closed. harry moaned out and stayed still for a second before pulling out again and thrusting hard into you again.  

the pressure in your stomach is building rapidly, harry keeps pulling out completely and thrusting into you with full force, managing to rip a cry out of your throat every time. he's moaning just as loud as you, which you loved. boys tended to keep quiet, but harry didn't keep it in, he is as loud as he needs to be.

he formed a steady pace, constantly filling you up completely to the brim. you were both sweating and crying out, complimenting the sound of skin hitting skin. the ache building up in your stomach threatening to explode. your wound wasn't leaking blood anymore. the blood that spilled dried out on your skin, but harry rubbed his hand over it, soothing you. he called you sweet things and whispered praises in your ear, his lips were everywhere where he could reach, he played with your breasts who felt abandoned after all of this.  

harry made you feel amazing, and he always did never falling short. you always wanted to do the same for him, and you did. harry always felt immaculate after spending time like this with you, he was always scared to cut it short by finishing early.

leaning down, harry kissed you, more and more until you were gasping for air. a knot formed in your stomach, which needed releasing immediately. harry felt you gripping him tightly, and made sure to watch you intently, wanting to see you fall apart under him. every thrust made a wave crash against your bones, the feeling making you tear up from pleasure. it felt like you were almost there, and harry lifted your leg up higher, hitting a spot that makes you beg for him more and more, like he wasn't inside of you already.

"i know baby, come on, for me." he managed to groan to you, the feeling of you tightening around him making it difficult for him to stay focused, to stay above the line. "it's okay baby,"

and with that and a last roll into you, you came apart, crying out for harry and shaking uncontrollably. "oh harry," your eyes rolled to the back of your thrown back head, tears leaking out underneath your eyelids. your screams filled the room, and the grip you have on harry was what sent him over the edge.

both of you coming apart on each other enhanced the feeling of actually coming down. harry's cum filled you up completely, while your fluids completely ruined him. after what felt like forever, the pressure fizzled down, and you felt like you could breath again. "y/n," he answered, moaning.

harry dropped on top of you, and held you for ages, cuddling up to you and making sure you felt good. he cleaned up your cut and lifted the comforter on top of both of you.

"you were so good harry." you said, looking at him. he smiled and kissed you, still rubbing you wherever he could. "anything for you baby."

"I suppose this whole new thing really worked out didn't it? it was..." you trailed off, thinking intently. you really enjoyed this, and the opportunity to learn something new about you and harry and what you both liked. "good." you decided.

harry nodded and yawned "yeah, i agree. I'll do whatever you want to try. I guess it's good," you agreed. hugging him tighter and leaving small kisses everywhere. you looked forward to keep trying new things with harry, the feeling of getting to know each other's body turned you on.

now you both decided to tidy up your mess the next morning when you've slept off the tipsiness. sleeping with harry was your favourite part. "goodnight baby." harry kissed your lips gently.

"goodnight haribo." you whispered.

Heyyy, It’s been a while but I’m definitely planning on being more active!

Any requests and/or tips are welcome I’m always trying to improve.

[ohmydais]

lmao who would cry at Ride the Cyclone it’s such a stupid sho-

“So, I lost my virginity to a carnie in a porta-potty before I died.. like three hours before. It was kinda porno? He was ancient, like, 32. And, he had this tattoo on his forearm. It was of two skeletons having sex.. and it said ‘born to bone’ on the bottom of it.. [isn’t my tattoo the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen?] Hahahaha! ..I fake laughed when he said that because you should always laughs at guys joke or they’ll think you’re a cow. …My mom and dad owned the Blackwood Cafe in town! It’s been in our family since like.. forever. The Blackwoods have been feeding Uranium since they opened the mines! My family had pride when it came to that.. until I went to high school.. and having pride about our town was only like.. the lamest thing you could think to believe. After a while I started feeling kinda.. crummy about stuff.. like ashamed.. At the cafe I would look at my mom and think… what a loser. A stupid dead-end loser, in a stupid dead end town. My parents, were good people. And all I could do.. was think horrible things about them. I really wish I had never thought those things. But, I got so angry that I was born in the only family in Uranium that raised their kid to thing it was okay to do your working, living, and dying there and it.. it got all kinds of poison after that. Anyway, my virginity, I just wanted to get it out of the way! I just wanted to do it, so I didn’t have to think about doing it anymore! No.. actually. I just wanted to lose it in the most horrible possible way. Constance the lifer lost it to a carnie in a crap box in a crappy town. Why if course she did! And then.. I rode The Cyclone with the other kids in the choir.. and that’s when the accident happened. We were at the top of the loop when the roller coaster made this sort of screaming metal sound. Sparks were shooting all over the place and then the screaming and the sparks just stopped. And there was like this weightlessness. My heart jumped a gazillion beats a second but I didn’t scream like the other kids, no, I was just soaking it all in! ‘Cause on a certain level it was so rad! Sailing through the air you could see all the other rides and it was like something unlocked in me. My heart welled up with all this love for everything. Images and all this feeling flooded into me, like, climbing back into my bed in the morning and feeling the heat left over from my body. Hanging upside down from the monkey bars until my head starts to tingle. Smelling jiffy markers. Listening to music, and dancing around my room before going out to a party and pretending like I am going to have the perfect time! Finishing an essay, undoing a knot, pizza night, Halloween! Watching my baby brother dance makes to ABBA! Being in the choir at the height of the Hallelujah chorus and feeling all the voices rattling my bones! I started laughing like a crazy person, giddy with endorphins! It was all leprechauns and rainbows, streams of chocolate, whirling rides, flashing lights! There’s no shame in LOVING my small town. The only good things that happened to me, happened in. Uranium. It took a horrible accident for me to realize how goddamn wonderful everything is.”

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Your eyes couldn't hide anything

You were wrong when you said everything's gonna be alright

You were right when you said this is the end

You lie for a moment, you lie as a decoy

Sittin on the stand with no remorse

Be creepin wit mad demons

Blood rushin, concussions

Y’all can’t see this but this might be the night

Chloe don’t know better, Chloe’s just like me

Dreams like this must die

And everyone has a heart and it’s calling for something, and we’re all so sick and tired of seeing things as they are, and everyone is hidden and everyone is cruel, there’s no shortage of tyrants and no shortage of fools

And the little white shape dancing at the end of the hall is just a wish that time can’t dissolve at all:

“Well, there are some things too hard to explain but my baby’s coming home.”

And I realized

How many paths have crossed between us

This story is old, I know—but it goes on

Sounds like today’s a good day for a tape

It seems to make you laugh each time I cry

Annie

Well its been ten years or maybe more since I first laid eyes on you

Come and play the tunes of glory

Raise your voice in celebration

And learn the meaning of existence in fortnightly instalments

Come share this golden age with me in my single room apartment

Oh and I could be a genius if I just put my mind to it

Now they expected to control us (these aren’t the words but they’re what I thought the words were for 30 years )

“Oh, come on make it up yourself. And I promise I won't tell this to anybody else in the world but you.”

I ain’t had a job for a year or more, I don’t own a thing

Holy law and money, their intentions are tall

We smoke and talk in my room

Maybe I'm crazy

Or maybe you know

But I've got this feeling it’s all about to blow

So we go from year to year with secrets we’ve been keeping

“Yes, Jackie.” (there’s actually a French man named jacky on the wall who died last year)

Cameras on the microphone

I knew you was conflicted

Light my fire

Holy junkie

Funky monkey

He don't want to play that game

He gotta play that game

What will you ever do when you blow a fuse?

Sooner or later you’ve gotta get down and sing

I’m the siren that you hear

I’m churnin out novels like beat poetry on amphetamines

I’ve got feathers in my hair

They judge me

Brooklyn Babies

Yeah then I saw love disfigure me into something I am not recognizing

“See the cage.”

I will not open myself this way again.

All all you folks, you come to see; you just stand there looking at me…and I could kill you.

“I know there’s a way that we can make ‘em pay.”

“We never lost control.”(this stuck out like a sore thumb today)

When I’m in trouble I know she’ll go with me until the end; everybody asks me how I know I smile at them and say “she told me so.”

Don’t get high on what you create, oh it just might steal ya

Cocaine cocaine cocaine ALL DAY, Jesus, ok quick lecture: we’ve Got an overdose coming, so you better pull your shit together and now the lyrics: buzzing all the time, just one hit and I feel great….we promise we won’t tell.

Music is your only friend; until the end.

We can’t stop is the song that was playing Dec 30 2017 when fake katie told me I needed to “party” even tho I’d been sober a year, and when I asked with what, she responded “coke and ecstasy”. That was the longest & most severe drug addiction I ever had and I hope I never see it again, and sometime in 2018 while high out of my Mind after realizing I’d been duped, wrote, “blond got me hooked on cocaine” on my wall next to an exchange between me and my ex-therapist that said “I’m in a boat with drugs and ritual and voices”, and her response “do something with it or get a new boat”…so I did. It just took awhile. In the words of our friend the pot dealer “smoke weed, dude.”

Also don’t trick people into cocaine addictions by pretending to be their dead niece, maybe? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Don’t bother saying you’re sorry(though you having your henchmen leave wrapped drinking straws everywhere so I’d be reminded of my addiction was super shitty IMHO)

You are the habit I can’t seem to kick

And like a car crash I can see but I just can’t avoid

Like a plane I’ve been told I never should board (Steel, RIP)

Oh right that song about a girl you’re obsessed with that you never talk to, twice in one day

“When you hit the ground, it’s an awful sound.” Speak to us of this expertise. After all it’s played three times in 24 hours. On three different playlists.

A yo there’s poison in that gumbo

I know your secrets, bitches

[kilistina]

could you pls do a one shot of eddie and a fem reader being at one of steve’s house parties together surrounded by their friends and fucking in front of everyone because they just can’t wait any longer? and him calling the reader “sweetheart”😵‍💫

no joke my mind has been RACING with this idea lately so pls make my dreams a reality😫 no pressure though ily

i gotchu baby <3

party-goers. pt1

disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. includes fem!reader n eddie munson, exhibitionism vibes n just hot shit tbh.

•••

“Having fun back there, Eds?” You tease your boyfriend as you both dance together, your back pressed to his chest. He laughs and pulls you closer by your waist, planting a kiss on your neck.

It’s well past midnight. You’ve both been at Steve’s house for hours, and you don’t plan on leaving any time soon. You’re too high, too wasted to go to sleep or stop partying yet. Everybody else seems to be in the same boat.

Tonight’s been so enjoyable. You’re not exactly sure why. Is it the drugs? The alcohol? The music? All of it? You’re not sure but you’re going to make the most of it and have fun anyway. You’ve never felt so confident, and Eddie’s notice.

“I need you so bad." He murmurs against the skin of your neck, somehow pulling you even closer to him.

“What?" You furrow your eyebrows, chuckling at how affectionate..and more, he’s being. A blush creeps up onto your face, thankfully the lighting in the room is dim. Normally you see this side of Eddie in private, but in front of everyone? That’s new.

He’s got you all hot and bothered already and he’s only said five words.

“I need you,” He repeats himself, dropping his head down to your shoulder and peppering kisses along your skin, “So fucking bad."

You tilt your neck to the side to give him more access to you, but that doesn’t last long. You can’t wait much longer—you need to kiss him.

You turn around to face him and he doesn’t waste a second to lean down and kiss you. You smile against his lips knowing he cracked first, his tongue moving with yours at the perfect pace.

His nails are digging into your waist. You want him to dig them deeper.

You both kiss each other heatedly without a single care in the world. It’s just a kiss, right? Or five.

After a few too many kisses, you both eventually break apart, breathing heavily and smiling like school kids. Eddie runs a hand through his hair, his lips parted and glistening with you. You're all over him, even when you're not.

You twirl your fingers around his curls, tugging and making his jaw tense up as he tries to stifle a moan.

“You’re so beautiful,” He looks down at you, smirking as you continue to move to the rhythm of the music, “You know that?” He's getting comfortable.

You don't want that.

Refusing to let him take control of this moment, you take it back, pulling his hair back harder to make his head tilt. His neck is exposed. He moans.

You bring your lips to his neck, lightly grazing his skin but not quite touching him. He whines. You're taunting him.

You feel people watching you from across the room, the people who are closer to you are all busy in their own worlds dancing and trying not to bump into anyone. You don't mind the close proximity. In fact, you welcome it. You welcome the heat that radiates from everyone around you, the sexual tension that's looming in the air. everyone's feeling the same way, it's obvious. The only question right now is, who's going to do something about it?

You look up at Eddie's face, taking in the view. You love watching him when he's so worked up. The way his eyes flutter closed despite his best efforts to keep them open and on you. The way his eyebrows crease together in pleasure. The way his lips stay parted until he can't control himself anymore and has to bite down on them to shut himself up. He's so pretty.

Nobody makes you feel the way Eddie does. He drives you crazy. You love being crazy. Especially with him.

Once again you take control of the situation, pulling away from his neck when he least expects it. His eyes snap open and by the look on his face you'd think he's in pain. Perfect.

You smirk, knowing it's only you who can make him feel this way. Only you.

"Don't do that." He murmurs, his voice firm.

He needs you right now. You can see it in his eyes. You can feel it in his movements. He knows he can have you, too. He knows you’re playing hard to get now, but it’ll all end the same way. He knows that he wants you. What he doesn't know is that you want him more. You like being in control a little too much to give it up just yet.

"Do what?" You taunt, smirking up at him as he tenses up his jaw.

“You know what I want,” He runs his hands up and your arm and you swear your eyes are about to roll back from the pleasure, “Give it to me.”

“Hmm? What do you want?” You arch a brow, watching his eyes scan your face. He instinctively licks his bottom lip, moving closer to you and leaning down so that his lips are level with yours.

"I wanna fuck you, right here, right now." God.

"Right here?" You smirk, gauging his reaction. he smirks back.

"Right here." He repeats, leaning down and brushing his lips against yours.

"Right now?" You whisper against his lips. You can feel and see how much he’s physically refraining from closing the practically non-existent gap between your lips.

He nods slowly, finally moving forward to close the gap between you both, “Right now." Before he can kiss you, you move your head back and place a finger on his lips, stopping him.

"Absolutely not." You shake your head.

He lets out a breathy groan, leaning his head to your cheek and holding your waist in his big hands. “C'mon, sweetheart,” He whispers seductively in your ear, knowing the effect it has on you, “C'mon, please?"

“You’re a fucking menace.” You murmur.

“‘M yours.” He pulls his head back to look at you and he smirks down at you, his dimples showing on his obnoxious face. You just want to ride him here in front of everybody.

“Come here.” You grab him by the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss you, and he lets out a moan against your mouth, wasting no time in kissing you back. The kiss is feverish, his lips moving against yours hard and fast. He lets his hands roam around your stomach, slowly moving up and under your shirt to grab a hold of your chest. You let out a quiet gasp as he roughly squeezes you between his palms.

“Yeah baby? You like that?” He whispers against your lips, grabbing you harder, “Gonna give me what I want?"

You struggle to stifle your moans. He reconnects his lips to yours and you wrap your arms around his neck, moving as close as possible to him. All you want right now is to ride him and see him sit there on the couch, taking it like a good boy. But then you'd be giving him exactly what he wants. Exactly what you both want, but no. You don't want to do that yet.

You want to torture him, don't you? Make him squirm? Turn him into a mess for you? How are you supposed to do that if you give him exactly what he's been asking for all night? No. Not yet.

For now, you have a better idea.

"No,” You murmur, surprising both Eddie and yourself in the process, “You are going to give me what I want."

"What is it that you want, sweetheart?" His eyebrowws furrow in mock-confusion.

You roam your hands down his chest, inching them closer to his cock and slowly—so fucking slowly—running your hand along the bulge in his jeans. “For you to speak when you're spoken to."

He shudders at your words. He likes when you’re like this. Noted. Your eyes wander down to where he wants you to look, and then back up to his face. His pretty face. His lips curl upward into a smirk and you can see the lust in his eyes. He's never wanted you so bad. You've never wanted him so bad, either.

"I know you can feel me,” His voice is low and slurred, he’s in his own world as you continue to give him crumbs of attention in the place he wants you the most, “Know you can feel how fucking bad I want you, sweetheart.”

You’re so wet. The way the dirty words roll off his tongue makes you even wetter. You take your hand away from him and he lets out a quiet whine. You smirk—you have him right where you fucking want him.

“You wanna feel me too?" You whisper and look up at him innocently.

He nods quickly, desperate for whatever you're willing to give him. So far, not much. You want to torture him. You want him crying out and begging for more of you. You want to teach him a lesson. You finally have the control, and you’re going to have some fun with it.

"What was that?"

"Y-yes," He breaths out a reply, stuttering, “God, fucking yes."

You arch a brow at him. He quickly catches on and corrects himself, "P-please. Please let me feel you, sweetheart." He’s sounding as desperate as ever. You could get used to this.

You’re about to grab one of his hands and guide them under your miniskirt, when he beats you to it and grabs your waist. He mindlessly thrusts his hips forward into yours, making you suck in a breath. He doesn't know it but it just took every ounce of energy you have not to scream out in pleasure and pull him closer.

Whether it's the alcohol and weed giving you this newfound dominance or whether it's just the luck of the draw for tonight, you don’t are. You’re going to make the most of it, and Eddie's going to let you.

The excitement of potentially getting caught, mixed with the excitement of finally having him wrapped around your pretty little finger is enough to make you cum on the spot, if you're honest.

"Your belt,” You nod down at his jeans, not able to wait any longer to begin, “Take it off."

He doesn't waste a single second in doing as he’s told. After all, he needs you.

•••

okay sooo there’s part 1. i wrote both parts in literally 40 mins, this one came so easily to me. such a fantasy tbh. second part is a lot more smutty, this one’s just the warm up ig. i like the buildup.

if you liked what you read then reblog n comment or some shit. feel free to give me any suggestions for new posts too. i loooove seeing what y’all want me to write ab next and i’ve honestly loved everything i’ve seen so far so i’ll be writing ab ‘em alllllll.

have a good day or night wherever you are n stay safe <3

- k

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 38 // My Hold // Day 23

Contents (Warnings): Lynette's very excited for movie night, until she has a heart breaking reminder. (very light vore mentions, the feelies, a slight bit of angst and seriousness).

Wordcount: 1316 (short chapter, I know, I'm working on the next which a day will be skipped, FYI).

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(Oct. 8th, Saturday (After Festival))

There was dancing, sparkling displays, and a lot of cheer as things ended. We didn’t have to stay and clean up, though Edgar made Alexander and Drake stay. June happily volunteered with Claudia and Tila, who looked to make a competition out of it. The rest of us left.

And Viola watched over me as the rest of us were leaving.

Viola handed me the bags I gave her on the first day, all the gifts and clothes Zilla and Lev helped me pick out. 

We passed many of the other places that were already closed or returned to empty lots of dirt. Looking back, I thought how crazy it’d be for all of this to soon be gone. 

At the exit, there was a line. A lot of monsters were leaving, going back into their human forms. The monsters that hadn’t let the beings they ate go had to stop at a tent nearby and do that. There was a slight ruckus at the gate because one monster refused to let someone go.

I tried to pay little attention to that once we went over the gate. Sandra patted each head the best she could. She counted us like we were her little ducklings.

I tugged at my wristband, taking it off and putting it in one of the gift bags. I didn’t think I’d need it from here on out. It would stop working tomorrow anyway.

“I hope everyone enjoyed their time,” Sandra muttered as she turned her back to us. She raised her shoulders, and after a minute or two, she dropped them. The portal opened, and she went through it. 

The others followed suit, talking amongst themselves. Viola gave me a happy smile and a pat, ushering me ahead. 

I went through it. A sense of dread entered my body once I was back in the halls of the pizzeria. My tribulations would continue as usual tomorrow. 

It was a nice break while it lasted. I thought to myself.

I said goodbye to everyone to avoid lingering and left. I checked my phone; it wasn’t even ten. 

Wicks: Can’t wait for movie night! 🥰🍿 9:25 p.m.

Lynette:🍿! 9:51 p.m.

I should get us some snacks! I said happily in my head.

I stopped at the store on the way home. I brought two big bags of caramel corn and all their finest, fizzy pleasures.

When I got home, I groaned aloud. “Is someone having a party?!” Our parking zone was filled. I sighed and had to park further away. I got out, looped my lanyard around my neck, got my duffle back on my shoulder, then shopping bags in one hand and the gift bags in another. 

I struggled to carry them. I closed my truck and locked it.

I walked all the way around, then squinted at the parking lot again. “Of course! Now there’s a spot!” I exclaimed to myself aloud with a giggle.

I struggled to open the glass door with my card, and luckily a sweet old lady opened it for me. I huffed up the steps with my quaking arms. I’m almost there. Come on, Lynette, you can do this! I cheered. 

I banged into the door, unable to lift my arms high enough to get my key when I bent over. 

I exhaled and had to release the bags like a chump. I failed the “take it all in one trip” achievement. 

I unlocked the door and entered our dark apartment. 

Wicks isn’t home yet? I thought to myself. I picked up the bags again. Ah, right, he usually gets home around 10:30. I put the groceries onto the counter overlooking the living room, then went into my room. I threw the duffle bag on my bed and stuffed the gifts under it. I had to sort through them later.  

A devious idea entered my head. I hadn’t turned the lights on. 

I could scare Wicks. I chuckled at the notion, unbagging everything and putting it onto the counter. 

I was going to text him and ask if he wanted me to pick up anything from the store for a cover, but I heard someone at the door. I got closer to it, hearing his voice from the other side. 

Did he bring someone with him?

I remained still, ready to shake the bags of caramel corn I held to spook him. 

But his words hit me clearly when he opened the door. “I know, Charletta, but I’m afraid she’ll hate me after it.”

He flicked on the switch near the door. He dropped his keys on the table, then saw me.

 I lifted up the bags with a weak smile, “surprise….”

I could hear Charletta talking through the receiver but couldn’t hear her response. 

 Wicks smiled half-heartedly. 

“Lentils, I didn’t see your car. You got home early too-” He flicked back to the phone, “Lynette’s here. I’ll call you back later.” He hung up on her.

He rushed over and hugged me tightly. I hugged back, but the usual comforting sandalwood smell didn’t help the twist in my chest. 

I tried not to dwell on his behavior during the festival. And I was so so excited to spend time with him when I got home that I forgot how I felt. 

In my throat, a question rose. It struggled to leave and slowly choked me. 

“I missed you, Lentils; how was it?” He asked. He pulled back, lightly holding my shoulders. I could see his aversion to the conversation he had with Charletta. 

I lowered my head. 

He wanted to tell me something for the past few weeks. He paused during certain subjects and avoided topics. 

I pretended there wasn’t anything wrong. I always did. There were things Wicks never said to me, and I acted blissfully aware. Why can’t you tell me everything like I tell you? Now was no different. I couldn’t keep pretending with the weight of my anxiety.

The question spilled from my quivering lips, “do you not want to be roommates anymore?” I looked at his scuffed white running shoes. 

The silence killed me, but he coddled me with another hug. “NO! That’s not it, Lentils!” He almost sounded offended. “You’re an awesome, loving roommate.” He pressed at the bags in my limp arms, “You even got me caramel corn. It’s my favorite…” he assured me.

“Then why-” 

He broke the hug and locked eyes with me. I could see the worry clouding them. “Would you still love me if I hid something from you?”

“You’re my brother, Wicks. I’ll always love you. You know that.”

He hesitated again. He searched around as if he had lost what he was going to say, and his fingers fidgeted with the trim of his black work vest.

“I’m seeing someone.”

“You are?”

“I was afraid to tell you. I thought you’d give me this long talk about how terrible it is to date a stranger.” He continued, avoiding eye contact and moving his head from side to side with his explanation. 

That’s not it, is it, Wicks… The thought squeezed my heart. You’re not going to tell me... 

I pressed up a smile. “AND YOU KEPT TELLING ME SOMETHING FOR COMING HOME LATER OR THE NEXT DAY!”

Wicks turned back to me, a smile returning to his face too. “YOU CAN’T BLAME ME FOR THAT! AT LEAST I DON’T DISAPPEAR FOR A WHOLE DAY!”

“There’s been times!” I said back in less of a shout and more of a matter of fact. Our playfulness slowly returned as we walked to the kitchen.

I had no choice but to play along and hope he’d tell me.

Wicks was the most normal person in my life right now; he was the only thing I could hold onto for safety. And I couldn't lose my hold, or I'd drown.

…

Thank you for reading! :D Have a gouda day! (Nonnegotiable, if you're lactose intolerant, you're about to be in a lot of pain, sorry, not sorry. Lol).

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[jiminzfilter]

slow dancing in the night

→ Pairing. Taehyung x reader

→ Genre. established relationship, fluff, slice of life, model!taehyung, model!reader, taehyung missed you a lot, he is starving (his words not mine), gets a bit hot by the last 40 lines, mentions of oral (f) so I guess this counts as mature content, implied smut, making out (kinda), there is a bit of swearing

→ Summary. what could possibly be better than coming home after a long day of work to someone you love and missed a lot ?

→ Word count. 3.2k (!!!)

→ because I wrote this over a year ago when I still didn't know what I was doing with my writing, I had to go through a deep process of editing and re-writing before posting it. This might not be my best work but it's still a fic that I really really like :,)

→ song rec. slow dancing in the dark, Joji// still with you, Jungkook

Fridays have always been exhausting days for both you and your boyfriend, especially on runways weeks. As models, you were put under a lot of pressure.

Pressure to be perfect, to smile but never smile too much, to look good, to not fall on stage.

Falling has to be the most tragic thing that can happen to your carreer as a model, the hungry stares of thousands of photographers and reporters ready to share the latest news to the press.

Yeah, it was exhausting.

This week was no exception... or maybe it was since, this time, you were the only one working until late.

It’s four in the morning and you’re already on your way out - kind of running late, oBviOusLy - quietly wishing your boyfriend a good day.

He is not working today.

That lucky bastard.

He gets to enjoy his free day in bed, lazing around, while you work your ass off all day. He mumbles something that you assume is a sort of goodbye. He is still asleep.

You look at him one last time before leaving the room and smile. He looks so peaceful.

You still remember the day you met, by pure luck even though you both call that fate. That was 5 years ago, when you just debuted your career as a model and were not that comfortable around high heels.

Okay no. Let’s be real.

You hated wearing them because you couldn’t walk in heels higher than 5 cm.

It’s still a wonder how you managed to make it in the first place.

Were you wearing flat shoes for the audition ? Damn you really must’ve done an impression on the judges if they made you pass without the heels try-on.

Your first day at the agency was chaotic to say the least. Your manager made you walk around the building, to visit she said. She made you wear heels. HEELS. That devilish person.

But, thank to that, you got to meet Taehyung. Your eyes landed on him as you were visiting the lounge and couldn’t tear them away from his figure. The poor man had to witness you fall down because you weren’t watching your steps anymore.

I mean.

Who could blame you ??

That was Kim frEaking Taehyung

!!!

He even came to help you get back on your feet and asked if you were alright, kind of amused.

It’s not everyday you see someone falling down in here, let alone a newbie

Let’s be honest, you were so embarrassed.

First day of work and you’re already failing falling.

That night when you came home, you spent the night wearing heels and prayed really hard you’d never have to face him again. After all, the building was big enough and there were enough workers that you could avoid Taehyung easily

If only

The NeXt day, you were told that you had a couple shooting, with none other that Kim Taehyung.

GreaT

He would occasionally tease you about your fall and check on you to see if everything was alright. He watched you carefully as you were walking around with heels.

From up close he looked even more handsome.... :)

After this day, you started talking with Taehyung more and more. He introduced you to everyone around the agency. You met outside of work, got to know each other. You both became regally good friends but there was something lingering in the air, in the way you’d look at each other or stood so close to him after a couple glasses of wine that you could breathe his air.

So what was bound to happen happened and you went from friends a to lovers without really noticing it.

He was still your best friend...somehow

Eventually, you took things to the next level and moved in together... maybe a half and a year ago or so ? You’ve never been happier in your life

And, well, you’d actually be happier if you could spend the day with boyfriend instead of running around trying to find god knows which accessories you need for the rehearsal.

8 in the morning is noT a time to be doing cardio.

Especially while wearing heels

Become a model they said, it’ll be fun they said

“Y/n! Come here please I need you to try on this dress before you go!” Your personal stylist calls “I made sure to fix it yesterday so it’d be a perfect fit for the show”

You stop your tracks and go to her “make this quick i have to go get changed before 9 otherwise I’m screwed. Why did they even decide to do the rehearsals so early today ?” You sigh, frustrated, and put on the dress she’s handing you “thank you”

“Okayyy...it looks great. Gold looks amazing on you.” She smoothes the dress and gives an approving nod, visibly satisfied ; “You’ll look perfect for the Grand Finale. Oh god it’s already 8:30 you better go before Mr.Kim throws a fit because you’re late”

You both giggle ; “thank you for fixing the dress Naeun, see you later today. Well, probably tonight. Byeeee”

The rehearsal seems to never end. You’re squeezed in dozens of different outfits, gorgeous for sure but sO tight. Mr. Kim, the one who organised the runway, is such a perfectionist that you have to re-do some things multiple times before he’s satisfied. One time the lighting isn’t right, the other the models are walking too fast, not on beat and so on.

Everyone hates him for that but he always makes the best shows so you just follow.

After multiple tries, the rehearsal finally comes to an end. It’s already 4PM. You barely get time to breathe and go pee before you’re back into the ‘running-around-to-find-my-dress-and-fix-my-makeup-oh-god-i-gotta-be-on-stage’ crazy mess.

Walking on the runway feels amazing, running backstage is terrible.

It’s so hot and small back there you can hardly move around well.

It takes 2 hours for the whole fashion show to be over, one more for pictures outside the catwalk and chat with reporters. Since you’re kind of a famous model now, you get invited to the afterparty and spend few extra hours interacting with some celebrities that attended the show. Other models were invited and you’re happy to see familiar faces amongst them. Jimin, an old colleague and friend of yours, comes your way and compliments you. You chat with him for a while before deciding you’ve had enough for the day and leave the party. A few more people greet you on your way out.

A taxi takes you back to you company, where you left your stuff in the morning. You spend an extra thirty minutes getting rid of your heavy makeup and striping off that gorgeous but awfully tight golden dress you’ve been wearing ever since the end of the runway.

Now, you can FinaLLy go home. yassssss

It’s almost 12am when you leave the agency and climb into yet another taxi. The ride is quiet, background music playing over the car’s radio, and you take some time to look at what you were gifted for your performance : fancy makeup products, accessories, pieces of clothing-but not those from the runway, you sadly never get to keep those. Being kinda famous has its perks :,)

You then decide it’s time to warn Taehyung you’ll arrive soon and send him a few texts. As if he was waiting for them, he instantly replies saying he’ll be waiting for you and proceeds to spam you with heart emojis. Sometimes, it looks like this man just discovered what emojis were and is trying to use them as much as possible. What a child…

It’s way past midnight when you finally step into your duplex and the first thing you notice is that the place is way too quiet.

Maybe Tae went back to sleep, who knows, it’s super late after all…

:(

You remove shoes and jacket and drop your bags in the entrance before going further and you call out quietly “anyone here? Tae, you sleeping?”

There is a faint glow from the tv on your right but the sound has been muted.

Weird…

“Taehyung ?" You call one last time

Suddenly, two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. You gasp, almost scream, but soften up when you feel the warmth on your back

“Hi baby” a deep voice says in your ear, sending chills down your spine “I missed you”

You turn around and are very pleased to see a handsome face and a warm exposed chest your boyfriend smiling at you.

“Mhm, missed you too” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest, happy to hear his heartbeat. Taehyung places his head atop of yours and gently strokes your hair. You tighten your grasp around him and hum.

Few seconds later, he lifts your chin up and gently lays a kiss on your lips.

“How are you doing?” He asks, his right hand cupping your cheek. The warmth of it is comforting.

“Exhausted, but you know how it goes” You shrug and he smiles

“Not too tired for dinner ? I could cook something if you want”

“Mhm... let me just go shower and put something else on” You sadly let go of him

“Sure, go ahead” he whispers and you give him a kiss before regretfully tearing yourself away from him.

You walk up the stairs to your bedroom, where you find the bed undone. You smile, Taehyung never really liked making the bed and, very honestly, neither did you. You slump onto the mattress and bury your face into the pillows, inhaling his scent. Lavender. Relaxing. Just like he is.

After a warm shower, you find a t-shirt Taehyung left on a chair in the room and wear it. It’s big enough to reach your thighs and, if you were more energised, you’d probably stay like this. You grab large pants and put them on.

Once again, you smell lavender all around you.

When you’re back in the living area, you see Taehyung busying himself in the kitchen. He hears your steps and his eyes find yours as a smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re wearing his shirt

“My shirt looks better on you than it’d ever do on me” He teases, his gaze longing on your frame.

“maybe I should keep it then” you smile and ask ; ”Do you need any help?”

“no no no no no, you’ve worked enough already. Go and have some rest. I'll call you when everything’s ready okay?”

Too tired to argue on this anyways -and thankful for the given rest-, you go lay down on the couch, your body oriented to let you look at Taehyung.

As he hums and moves to the chill music that was playing in the background, you start to detail his beautiful figure. From the curl of his dark hair (which you knoW are so so soft to the touch) to his beautiful profile and his nose you love so much down to his broad shoulder and then his tanned abs you see from time to time when the opened shirt of his pyjama moves according to his steps.

oH! Let’s not forget his perfect hands gripping at the pan’s handle while he cooks… vegetables? Something like that yeah.

Taehyung is giving his best into what he’s cooking. Vegetables with rice, that’s the only thing he could do quickly.

Quickly as in less than half an hour, unlike his friend Namjoon who’d take this time just to cook the rice.

The music he put earlier is slowly starting to bore him. After washing his hands, he reaches out for his phone and plays a different playlist. It’s one you name yourself when the two of you were still friends (aka not dating yet). “Taetae fm” because you once joked he should have his own broadcasting channel on the radio. He’d always criticise the music playing so why not have his own channel 👀

“You know Y/n, I actually watched the fashion show live this afternoon. I mean, of course you know because I always do that haha. Anyways, you really were the highlight of the runway tonight. And I’m not saying this in a biased point of view. Okay I might be a bit biased as your boyfriend but I swear that it’s true!! You literally shone back there, especially in that gold dress you were wearing and even the audience was impressed by your looks maybe you didn’t see it on stage but some cameras filmed their reactions and everyone was looking at you. Really, you were so gorge-oh” Taehyung looks at you and smile fondly “Of course you’re asleep, baby”

He lets his phone aside and checks the now cooked food before making his way to the couch. There’s a blanket on the sofa, he covers you with it, scared you might get cold. Taehyung put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your chin.

You slowly open your eyes and find yourself face to face with him. You both smile.

“Hi there beautiful” He whispers

“what time is it? Did I sleep until the morning?” You’re scared of having slept through the entire nap without realising

“almost 1:20am, I just finished cooking. I thought you might be cold so I went to cover you with the blanket. You should go enjoy the food while it’s still hot, imma go to the toilet”

You nod as an answer and watch him leave upstairs. Getting up from the warmth of the couch is the hardest part so you keep the soft blanket draped around your shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. You grab two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that you place on the counter along with glasses and a bottle of water.

You then go take care of the rice and the vegetables, which you mix in the pan. The song playing changes and your favourite nighttime tune starts.

“I don’t want a friend, I want my life in two” you sing along

“Waiting to get there, waiting for you” Taehyung’s voice startles you as he grabs your wrists and pulls your back close to him. You smile as he makes the both of you dance slowly. You put his arms around you so it’s like he’s hugging you from the back. You swing around for a little while, enjoying the close proximity as you both softly hum the song, making your body vibrate against each other, moving in perfect coordination.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear and then kisses it, sending chills down your spine, before lifting one of your arm up to make you turn so that you’re now facing him “did my baby sleep well?” You nod as you place your arms around his waist, paying attention to go under the shirt so you’re touching as much skin as possible.

Taehyung chuckles before asking you in that same, chill-sending, low deep voice ; “Still hungry? Because I’m starving”

If you didn’t just wake up, you would’ve definitely caught that lust in his eyes and also the fact that this wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.

As an answer, your stomach growls pretty loudly, making Taehyung laugh . “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down, princess. Let me take care of you”

You do as he says, jumping on a stool, detailing all of his moves. You only realise how hungry you actually were when you start eating. Rice with vegetables has never tastes better. You eat everything in less than 5 minutes when you’d usually take your time to finish your plate.

“Damn, that was a well needed dinner! Thank you Tae” you mess a bit with his soft locks

“Imagine me who was waiting for you all evening!! I was hungry too” He pouts.

“Oh come on, I was working today. Cardio in heels isn’t the best way to wake up, let alone spend the whole day standing in tight clothes. When I think you has a day off… pfff. I saw the bed, I’m sure you stayed there all day, you lazyyyyyyyyy ass.”

He mumbles some gibberish and you giggle, knowing that you're right. He looks away, crossing his arms and obviously sulking. You leave your stool and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a few kisses on his cheek and neck

“- Don’t be such a babyy. You know I love you.

- You do?

- of course, you dummy” you bop his nose "Sooo, what do we have for desert?

- You. Uh I mean!! Yoghurt, fruits, cakes, fruits…anything” he clears his throat

“Great! What do you prefer?” You open the fridge

“ I’d very happily eat you out honestly but an apple sounds good”

“Oh sur- wait whaT!?” You snap your head to him, eyes wide open

what did he sayyyyyyyy?????

whaT am I even supposed to say noW oh my goddddd

You close the fridge’s door, suddenly not so yogurt-hungry.

There’s a sudden silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the music still playing in the background.

“Mhm? What is it?” He turns around to face you, asking so innocently “did I say something wrong ?”

This man knows what he is doing for sure. Has he ever been that straightforward before ?

Taehyung stands and closes the distance between your bodies, now towering over you.

He lowers himself slightly to speak in your ear “what is it baby? Mhm?” You feel his smile on your cheek when he lays a kiss on it “what happened to my all proud and fierce y/n who was so confident telling me I was being lazy all day, huh? Tell me” He lays another kiss on your temple

OkaY

now he’s being a tease

Great

1 A.M. fluffy and bare chested teaser Taehyung

gReAT

Anyhow, it’s a good turn on.

Really.good.freaking.turn.on

Being tired and turned on was definitely not a good mix for you. You could feel the heat rising in your body and hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Tae…”

He laughs gently seeing you silently begging for more, brushing your face with his lips, teasing another kiss.

“Tsk tsk, you gotta speak darling, I cannot guess”

You should calm down and go to sleep, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow you should definitely-

“Fuck-“ You sigh and grab his face, sealing your lips together while closing your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for that kiss to turn into a heated make out session.

You grab and pull some of his dark curls while his hands travels under his your shirt.

You break the kiss just a second to catch your breath.

“Have i ever told you you have the perfect body?” Taehyung asks

“Did I ever tell you how perfect you are??” You reply

He laughs, deep raspy laugh.

You’re too tired for this

And because you’re tired, you’re even more horny :D

Taehyung puts his hands behind your thighs and you jump, locking your legs around his waist, hands still in his hair, lips against his while carries you to the bedroom.

He leaves your lips to travel down your jaw and then collarbone. You throw your head back.

Taehyung gently lays you on the mattress of your king sized bed and makes it his personal mission to pleasure you tonight.

[fangirlovestuff]

Going Public - Chris Evans x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!!! i’m sorry for the lack of updates on here, i’ve just been occupied with life lately and haven’t been able to write properly in a while. but here’s this headcanon idea i just had to write:) i missed writing so much, but i can’t say i’m gonna go back to updating frequently yet, so i hope you enjoy this<3 

Summary: you and chris were keeping your relationship private, and when you finally decide to go public there’s a particular post that catches your eye... (it’s scott’s, and he’s a goofball).

Warnings: none:)) it’s just a really fluffy fic

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when chris asked you out, you were ecstatic

but, you did have one request

no publicity

you were a normal girl, and you wanted a normal life, no paparazzi harassing you or jealous women talking shit about you on the internet

and chris had absolutely no problem with that

in fact, he was happy you asked him to try and keep it quiet, since he's such a private person as well

and surprisingly enough, it worked really well

you rarely went on fancy dates, and if you did chris would call ahead and ask they respect your privacy

sure, you couldn't go to bars, or festivals, or shows, and you did feel like you were missing out sometimes

but not really

you and chris were both more introverted, homebodies, and you were both extremely content with just staying at home, or going to the occasional escape room double date with scott and his boyfriend

(you all got progressively more and more competitive with each one, trying to solve them in less and less time, but it was really fun)

it worked so well and for so long, you and chris had just sunken into that comfort zone so much and you were now getting married, without the world knowing

the option of going public with your relationship didn't even come up when you got engaged

chris was happy with it, because he got to keep you all to himself, but mostly because he knew how much you didn't want to go public and how happy you were being a part of his life without the craziness of hollywood

but now, when you were coming back home from your honeymoon, you couldn't help but wonder if that was the right thing to do

sure, you didn't want your potential kids growing up in the limelight

but you also didn't want them to miss out on stuff because of you

plus, you were ready, have been for a while

it couldn't be something you maintained forever, that just wasn't realistic, and that fact that no one found out in the last 3 years was pretty much a miracle

and when you talked about it with chris, he agreed

so, the next week, you both posted the same picture to your social media, tagging each other

it was a beautiful picture from your wedding, slow dancing and gazing lovingly into each other's eyes

it was cheesy, but you both loved it 

your accounts were still private, and you were keeping it that way, but chris' fans would know

and so will the rest of the world

chris squeezed your hand reassuringly, and you pressed the post button in unison

you had the urge to throw your phone across the room so you wouldn't see it again, but you took a deep breath, shut it down, and put it away on the table

chris pulled you into a tight hug

"i can't believe we finally did it," you chuckled into his chest as his arms pulled you impossibly closer

"i can't believe i'm gonna have to share my beautiful wife with the rest of the world from now on," you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke softly

indeed, as you lifted your head to meet his gaze, a soft smile was drawn across his face

you leaned your chin on his chest and looked up at him

"i love you," you said.

"i love you too," he pressed a soft kiss onto your lips, "now do you wanna watch a movie?"

you both didn't look at your phones until the next day

you received hundreds of messages from colleagues, acquaintances who didn't know you well enough and had just found out

you replied to some, and then logged onto instagram

you felt like a kid watching a scary movie, covering their eyes with their hands but leaving room between their fingers to see it anyways

the first thing you saw was chris' post

he posted it with the caption "my everything" and a blue heart

you couldn't resist the temptation and scrolled through some of the comments, and to your relief most of them were supportive or surprised

"cHRISTOPHER WHAT THE FUCK"

"jahfbsapf😭"

"how the hell did he get a wife,,, what"

"okay but he literally married a disney princess LOOK AT HER"

"she's living the dream omg"

you chuckled at the last two

at that moment, chris came up behind you, nuzzling his face into your neck

"good morning," your smiled, turning your head to peck his lips

"morning," he smiled. "have you seen scott's one yet?"

"oh, did he comment? i didn't-"

"oh no, he made a whole post," he chuckled.

you shook your head and opened your phone again, looking up scott's instagram, and sure enough there was a new post

"since these dorks are done being stealthy, i figured i'd share some of my favorite pics of my favorite sister-in-law and my brother whom she so magnificently tamed😜. i love you guys, congrats💖"

you giggled as you read the caption, and only then your eyes lifted to the first photo

it was of you and chris in a halloween party, wearing, how could you not, a disney couples costume

chris was looking at you with a smile, his cheeks slightly tinted, probably from the beers he had that night, while your head was thrown back in laughter

you remembered that night, mostly because of the ridiculous amount of candy you and chris devoured and it made you feel bad until the next morning (still worth it though), but you didn't remember that this picture existed  

the next one was a selfie you, chris, and dodger had sent them one afternoon, just because it was so darn cute

dodger was licking your cheek, and you and chris were both laughing

the next was another pic you didn't know he had taken, of the both of you when you were all at a picnic

you were leaning back against chris' chest, and he was pointing at something outside of the picture, gentle smiles on your faces

the next was one of the both of you at your wedding, but it wasn't the nice one of you and chris slow dancing

because scott clearly couldn't leave it at that

it was a picture from later that night, as was seen by your hair, which was more tousled, and it was a picture of you raising your hand high and twirling chris around, clearly laughing

the last one was a picture that was taken in lisa's house, where you were both sitting on the couch

one of chris' hands was on the back, holding you, and the other was on his chest, his face thrown back on laughter

it was the look in your eyes though, that made a grin spring onto your face

because you looked exactly how you felt

so completely in love with this puppy of a man

you felt chris smile behind you

"awww, look at your face," he said, "you like meee," he drawled teasingly

"well, i did marry you," you shrugged, feigning indifference.

he kissed your nose, "i like you too."

"gross," you scrunched your nose at him before you both erupted into laughter

and you at that moment, you truly knew you did the right choice

because everything was okay, and you knew as long as you had chris by your side, it's always going to be

he's the person who made you feel safe, loved

and that was never going to change, no matter what

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when they wrongfully accuse you of cheating ~ misfits

request?: yes!

“Hello, can you do please do post about Misfits when they wrongly accuses reader of cheating? Have a nice day❤”

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, angst

masterlist (one, two)

FITZ:

After his not so great run in with She Who Shall Not be Names (Katerino), Cameron’s trust levels were not very high. When he started dating you, he tried to push those concerns to the back of his mind. You had a similar experience with an ex as he had with Kate, so he felt the likeliness of you cheating on him was very slim. But then he met a friend of yours, a friend that happened to be a guy, a guy friend that Cameron felt was getting a little too close to you. This, unfortunately, resulted in a fight that lasted nearly an entire hour. “(Y/F/N) is just a friend, Cam! There’s nothing between us!” “You spend so much more time with him than you do with me, though. You’re always out together, you always want to hang out with him, you were even out with him the other night when you told me you were going out for a girl’s night!” You scoffed and handed the final blow of the argument, “If you fucking listened to me for one second you’d let me explain that (Y/F/N) is fucking gay!” You slammed the door behind you as you left Cameron’s apartment, leaving him speechless, heartbroken, and feeling like a complete fucking idiot.

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INOTORIOUS:

While Matt often did join in on the jokes at his expense with his friends, he couldn’t help but take them to heart too. He knew none of his friends meant anything by what they were saying, but he often found himself believing the playful insults they threw his way. This led to him believing he wasn’t good enough to be with you and worrying about the day when you’d realize you could do better and break up with him. All his fears and insecurities came to a head when he noticed how close of friends you and Cam were becoming. “I don’t like that you hang out with Cam so much.” You looked up at him over your laptop, raising an eyebrow. “Why not?” “I just...I don’t like it. I don’t mind that you’re friends with the guys, but you and Cam are...you’re different. I don’t like it.” You placed your laptop aside and sat up so you could directly walk to him. “What exactly is different about me and Cam?” “You just...you’re all touchy feely and you have inside jokes and you hang out alone together a lot...like...like a lot a lot.” “I don’t hang out with Cam alone at all. Usually one of the guys is there with us.” “You go out smoking weed with him.” “Yeah, and you can see us through the glass windows that lead out into the backyard, that’s hardly alone. What’s this really about, Matt?” He shuffled in his seat, not wanting to voice the concerns that he had. He was looking down at his hands, avoiding eye contact at all costs. This was enough of an answer for you. “You think I’m gonna fool around with Cam behind your back?” Matt started to shake his head, but then stopped. “Matt, you know I’d never do that to you. Cam is just my friend, I think of him as the big brother I never had.” “But he’s...he’s like...so much better than I am...” You stood up to hug Matt, bringing his head to your chest and cradling him as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Cam is far from better than you, Matt. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. I’d be crazy to let you go for anyone else, let alone Cam. You’re my one and only, okay? I love you.”

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MCCREAMY:

Long distance relationships sucked ass. Especially when the person you were dating was in a whole other country with a totally conflicting time zone. Having the times line up where you and Jay could call one another and talk for long periods of time very rarely ever lined up. It was hard, but the two of you tried your best. You texted each other at least once every day and tried to call when possible, and even posted cute little Instagram things just so you could tag one another in them. Jay saw one of these posts one day and his heart felt light with happiness. He wished he could just see you in person and finally be able to hold you and kiss you. He was about to continue scrolling when another post by you popped up, this time with another guy. It was a mirror selfie from a club of some kind. You were dressed in short shorts and a crop top and you were basically sitting in the guy’s lap. Jay felt himself becoming slightly angry at the post. Obviously you had meant to post it, there was a caption and the person was tagged, but had you meant for him to see it? He called you almost immediately, not caring if he was waking you or interrupting something. You answered on the second ring, sounding like you had been drifting off to sleep. “Jay? What’s up?” “Who is that in your latest Instagram picture?” You hummed in response, still out of it. “Didn’t I post one of the two of us?” “I meant before that.” You made another noise like you were thinking, before saying, “Oh, that’s (Y/F/N).” “Why were you sat on his lap in the picture?” “Jay, can we talk about this later? I can barley form a coherent thought right now so it feels like everything you’re saying it going over my head.” “No, I want you to tell me right now why you posted that picture with another guy.” There was some shuffling, then the sound of a light turning on. He could hear you yawn on the other end before you said, “Did you read the caption at all?” “A little.” He hadn’t. “Then you know that the picture is from years ago, before you and I even met. And that I was posting it to remember when (Y/F/N) and I met years ago in a bar when he photobombed a picture I was taking.” Jay was silent. He didn’t really know how to respond to that at all. He was starting to feel like an idiot, why didn’t he just read the caption? “I’m gonna go back to sleep,” you said, breaking the silence. “Call me at a reasonable time when you’re ready to apologize for whatever this was about.” Jay listened as you hung up, leaving him in shocked silence, feeling like a complete idiot.

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SWAGGERSOULS:

Despite his jokes online about his appearance, Swagger was actually pretty insecure about the way he looked. When the two of you had first started talking online, he refused to do video calls or to send you pictures for the first while because he was afraid you wouldn’t find him attractive. He build a small bit of confidence to finally start talking to you face to face and to actually meet you in person. But the insecurities regarding his looks were always there, and they led to your first fight as a couple when Swagger saw you dancing with a guy while you, the Misfits, and some of your girl friends were out together. “Why the fuck were you dancing with him?!” he called over the thumping club music. “I didn’t know I was dancing with him! I thought it was (Y/F/N)! We went out onto the dancefloor together and I thought she was still behind me. I didn’t know it was another guy until you came over.” Swagger scoffed and rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” “Nothing.” “No, tell me Swagger.” “I just have a hard time believing you didn’t know some guy was grinding up behind you and you really just thought it was your friend. Did you really think I wouldn’t see? That I wouldn’t do anything about it?” “I didn’t fucking know!” “Whatever, (Y/N). Enjoy your dancing!” He left you shocked as you watched him walk away. Your face was on fire from anger and confusion, meanwhile Swagger was downing the beer he had in his hand, hoping to forget the night entirely when he woke up the next morning.

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TOBYONTHETELE:

Toby prided herself on not being jealous or jumping to conclusions. She had a massive amount of trust in you, she always had. You had never given her a reason to believe otherwise. But when you started hiding your text messages from her, taking your phone with you every time you left the room instead of just leaving it there like you usually did, being vague about where you were and what you were doing, Toby couldn’t help but feel suspicious. You had never acted this way before, and she knew she shouldn’t jump to conclusions but she just couldn’t help it. All the signs pointed to one thing: you were seeing someone else. Toby worried over it for so long that she nearly made herself sick, and that’s when she finally snapped. She confronted you when you came home from one of your secret “errands” you went on. “If you’re cheating on me, just fucking break up with me and get it over with.” You were shocked. “What? Babe, I’m not cheating on you. Why would you think that?” “You’re so secretive and you hide your texts from me and your phone. You’re always so open with me, but lately you’ve been hiding something. The only logical thing is you’re seeing someone else.” You tried to hold back your laugh but it was nearly impossible. You started to giggle, which frustrated Toby even more. “Toby, I’m not seeing someone else. It’s going to ruin everything, but I was being secretive cause I was trying to plan this big surprise birthday party for you.” You laughed harder at her dumbfounded face as you hugged her and kissed her cheek. “You know I’d never cheat on you, babe. I love you too much.”

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ZUCKLES:

Mason loved to party. Literally everyone knew that, you included. You were more than fine with that, but what you weren’t fine with was him always leaving you alone when he went to parties. At first it was just nerve wracking considering the fact that you didn’t know anyone, but then it became downright frustrating for your boyfriend to leave your side the minute you walked through the doors of a house party or a club. It was even worst because it gave creepy drunk guys the opportunity to try and flirt with you because you were there all alone. The night that Mason finally caught some guy getting a little too close to you, you felt relief when he saved you. The relief quickly went away when Mason’s angry face turned to face you. “Who the fuck was that?” You scrunched up your nose at the stench of alcohol coming from him. “Some creep. Can we go home?” ��Why was he getting close to you like that?” You scoffed. “Why are you getting so angry? He was flirting with me, not the other way around Mason.” “I don’t like finding my girlfriend getting close with some other dude when I’m not around. How many times has this happened?” You felt anger rising within you. How the fuck was he here getting angry with you when you were the one being hit on by some creep? “It’s happened nearly every time that you have left me alone when we go out, Mason. Which, newsflash, has been every time we go out! Don’t fucking stand here and get angry with me when you leave me alone for creepy drunk guys to try and hit on every time we go out! Also, the fact that you’d even think that I would hit on a guy when you’re not around is an extremely low fucking blow, Mason. I love you more than anything, I would never even think about flirting with someone else. The fact that you’re accusing me of anything right now and not listening to me is so fucking disgusting. I thought we had trust Mason!” When you started to walk away, Mason grabbed your arm. “Where are you going?” You yanked your arm free and responded, “Home! You make the decision if you trust me enough to believe me!”

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keep you warm; t.holland

Pairing: frat!boy tom x fem!reader Warning: smut Word Count: 1.9K

“Those were the rules,” Haz shrugged as you looked at the ping pong ball in the red solo cup. You were down to five cups. At this rate, the odds were against you; you would surely lose this match.

Tom watched as your eyes narrowed. “She doesn’t have to, mate.” He slightly tapped his friend’s chest trying to get him to move on. The gesture was sweet, but you weren’t going to bend the rules. You certainly didn’t need rescuing from Tom.

“It’s okay. He’s right, those were the rules.” You pulled the sweatshirt over your head. The oversized hoodie was shielding your body from crisp air. The only thing you were wearing under was your lacy bralette. It covered enough to leave the rest to the imagination. You were never really a fan of wearing shirts under your sweaters.

Haz chuckled, not paying attention to what was under the sweatshirt. He just wanted you to toss it to him. You did so with a playful eye roll.

Tom’s eyes were fixed on you. His eyes tracing the curves of your breasts up to your collarbones. Clearing his throat, feeling Haz bump his side, he grabbed the ping pong ball. His turn to go.

He missed.

Smirking, you tossed the ball at one of their cups. It landed in a cup at the center. Clapping triumphantly, you high-fived your partner before giving Haz and Tom a knowing look.

“Who’s going to strip?” You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, tilting your head waiting for them to decide. Haz grunted, defeated, taking off his belt. “Lame, but I’ll accept it.” You exclaimed. Your gaze shifted to Tom who was avoiding your eyes. You’d wanted his shirt to come off, but that was only more reason to win.

You were down to three cups. The boys were done to four. Tilting your head, you assessed where you were going to throw the ball. You’d be lucky to get any of the four. Taking the plunge, you tossed the ball with enough force that it landed in the cup furthest to the back. The ball swirled quickly into the cup before hitting the layer of beer at the bottom.

“Yes!” You cheered hugging your partner watching Tom carefully. Your eyes were playful, dancing with his as he blushed shaking his head.

“Your turn, mate.” Haz tapped Tom’s shoulder. With a shy smirk, Tom took of his t-shirt. His muscles compressed as he lowered his arms. Those big muscular arms, you could stare at them all day; you could trace every indentation of his body.

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“Hey,” you heard a voice approaching you from behind. Turning your head, you saw Tom. He was still shirtless with a beer in his hand. His jeans were hanging low, you could see the band of his boxers. “Can I join you?” he asked motioning to your side.

Snapping out of your trance, you nodded tapping the spot next to you. Your legs were dangling over the edge of the pool. Your cup half empty, its contents now streaming through your blood system.

“Good game back there,” he stated taking a swig of his beer. He was looking at the water softly ripple in the pool. The fluorescent lights made it glow. He watched the way the smaller waves formed as you swung your legs back and forth in the pool. 

“I may have lost my sweatshirt, but I least I won the game.” You chuckled lifting your cup towards Tom who was now looking at you. He clanked his beer with your cup and the two of you took a sip before falling into a fit of laughter.

“This is a good look,” he complimented teasingly moving his hand to motion towards your current outfit: bralette and shorts.

“What can I say? I’m a fashion icon,” you played along standing up moving your arms out and twirling before turning back to face him. He looked up at you watching the water drip from your legs into a puddle at your feet.

Your shorts were short enough for him to see the indentation of your ass as you turned and he blushed when his eyes landed on your breasts; your nipples were hard through the lace.

Soon after you twirled you felt Tom’s hand wrap around your calf. His fingers softly caressing your skin as he looked up at you. Watching him, you couldn’t help, but giggle. His own lips curled into a smile as he stood leaving the beer on the concrete. His hand dragged up your leg, until they were resting on the tender part below your ass. His nose brushed against yours.

He had a weird power over you. No matter where you were, he always managed to make you lose your common sense. He made you forget about where you were, who you were with, and more importantly, that you’d been messing around for months and still hadn’t admitted how you felt. If he even felt anything.

Suddenly, your body started shaking. Feeling cold as the wind dropped in temperature and the alcohol was replaced with nerves. Your arms were shaky around his shoulders, lips brushing against his.

“I’m cold,” you whispered following with a shaky laugh.

“I’ll keep you warm,” Tom whispered in the voice that told you it was game over. You were going back up to his room and you knew what was going to happen. And you wanted it so bad.

His hands slowly made their way up to your ass, gently squeezing pulling you closer as you moaned against his lips; lips that soon connected with yours in a needy kiss. It didn’t matter that you were standing in his backyard and anyone could walk out at any second. You were trapped in his embrace and you savored the taste of his mouth on yours. One hand reached for the back of your neck as he pushed himself closer to you.

“Your room,” you hummed against his lips wrapping your arms tighter around him. The feeling of his bare skin on yours was driving you crazy. Tom groaned still kissing your lips. His body moving, pushing you away from the ruckus of the party.

“Better idea,” he smirked pulling away briefly looking towards the shed in the far corner of the backyard.

“You are not going to fuck me in a shed, Holland.” You warned pulling away as he tried going in for a kiss again. Cupping his chin, you forced him to focus on you. Your eyes serious. “It’s not happening.” You raised a brow as he rolled his eyes.

“I was going to show you another time, but just come with me.” He almost whispered like he was letting you in on a secret. Grabbing your hand, he lead you to the shed. Twisting the doorknob, he opened the pitch dark shed. You couldn’t see a thing until he flipped a switch. The small space lit up and you gasped a little. This wasn’t just any shed.

“What is this?” you smiled looking around. There was a futon and a couple of string lights, where the hell did Tom get string lights?

"Just something I’ve been working on. For when we want a little more privacy,” he added shrugging. He lived in a frat house, privacy was minimal. But more than anything, he’d done this with you in mind. He was giving you a part of him. In this.

You were going to fuck the shit out of him for this.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him as he pushed the door shut pressing your back against the door. Your hands buried themselves in his hair as you felt his hot skin sticking to yours. Your leg wrapped around his waist as he held it in one hand, fingers digging into your skin.

The want, the need was overpowering your senses and your mind had completed blurred in the heat of the moment. You wanted him, all of him, on that futon.

Your lips were sloppy against his, tongues mingling as he started moving your bodies towards the small futon. You were straddling him when he settled on the couch. Your lips tracing a path along his jaw until you were kissing his neck.

Brushing your tongue along his warm skin, you heard Tom groan. A shiver rippling through his body as his hands cupped your ass moving you against his body. His own hips thrusting upwards wanting to feel more.

One of his hands wrapped around the back of your neck pulling your face back to his, your lips colliding in a heated kiss.

You fumbled with his jeans trying to remove the pesky denim as he tugged on your shorts. The two of you blinded by lust and maybe a little more. Your shorts were off in no time and you soon ripped your lacey bralette off as Tom brought you back down to him.

Straddling him once again, he unwrapped the condom he’d pulled from his jeans as you held your weight waiting for his signal. When he gave you a small squeeze, you nodded kissing his lips once again. He held an arm around your waist as you slid on to his cock.

You were tingling inside. Your pussy wrapped around his cock gloriously and you had to dig your fingers into his shoulders to adjust yourself to the feeling. No matter how many times you had sex with Tom, it always felt like the first.

You felt Tom’s lips on your cheek as you dropped your head down near his neck. His hips were gently moving as you adjusted to his length.

But the tender moment was cut short when you started moving your hips. You swayed back and forth, your hands cupping his face as you kissed him with need. The kiss ignited the flame in your body again and with a little more force, you started bouncing.

One arm was wrapped around your body as one hand cupped your ass. He assisted you with each bounce as his breathing grew heavier. Your breathing matched his as your hips started swaying again. His cock was buried deep inside you; each time you swayed you felt yourself growing hotter and more tingly. 

Until you snapped.

Your body was convulsing, your lips parted against his uttering the faintest of moans and whimpers which was Tom savoring on his lips.

His hand slightly tapped your ass as he pushed his hips up joining your high soon after. Your head fell into the nook of his neck. You could hear his heart thumping as his cock twitched inside you.

You stayed in that position for a while. Relishing in the warmth of his body. The heat that was radiating from his heat still pressed on yours was comforting.

Tom shifted a little and you raised your head to look at him. His eyelids were heavy with bliss. His lips curving into a smile as a faint chuckle escaped his body. He brought his hand up to your forehead wiping the beads of sweat that had formed.

“Are you warm now?” he asked cheekily.

You felt yourself blush internally. Maybe it was just the warmth he was putting off or the fact that you were really falling for this guy. 

“Toasty,” you whispered pushing that thought aside.

Your lips connected tenderly as the soft lighting of the string lights witnessed the moment.

idea by @moonflowcrr