#also just saying again you're not a bother!! don't apologize!!!! seeing this ask made me very happy :D

[bloomries]

it's me or ____!

includes  : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor.

summary  : asking them to choose between you and their favorite thing (lightheartedly).

warnings  : gn! reader. possessive! satan (could read a bit yandere, so be wary of that). name calling (in belphegor's).

LUCIFER

his classical music records

Your question was very out of nowhere, and Lucifer doubt you meant it seriously, still his heart dropped when you picked up one of his records and fiddled with it. He chuckles tensely, hands flexing by his side. "You already know the answer, why bother asking?"

You send him a glance, noticing his tense behavior. You look down at the record in your hand, deciding to tease him a little further. "Do I?" You pout, "Are you sure you don't love this piece of vinyl more?"

Lucifer wondered if you were the demon in that moment, as you toy with his beloved heart. When you finally cease your teasing, setting down the record where it belonged, he let out a breath of relief.

Then, with quick strides he walks over to where you are and takes you by the shoulders. "I apologize if it wasn't obvious before, but I should hope you know that I love you more." You smile, confirming you knew this, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. He pulls back and clears his throat. "But I also do really love my records, so please don't scare me like that again..."

MAMMON

grimm

"I can't choose between the two loves of my life?? How do you expect me to choose?" He asks with a pout. You two had just woken up, not even out of bed, when you asked the demon this question. You weren't expecting this response, although you feel a little foolish to not expect this outcome.

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight." You say, rolling over so your back faces him. He lets out another whine, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck.

"Don't be upset," his hot breath tickles your neck. "Grimm lets me spoil ya, y'know. Whenever I buy somethin' I know ya like, and bring it home to ya and see that big ol' smile... How can I not like grimm when it makes such good things happens, hmm?" Well, Mammon is surely very charming, you'll give him that. You peek over at him and he's smiling that smile that has your stomach doing flips.

"Fine... No couch..." You pinch his cheek. "But if I ever ask that question again, the answer better be 'you, darling,' got it?"

"L- Loud and clear!"

LEVIATHAN

his merch collection

"H- Huh!?" Leviathan fell out of his seat at your sudden question. You chuckle quietly at his reddening face. It was a simple question of 'what do you like more, me or all your merch collection' and he's already gotten this flustered.

"Well, I- uhm, well..." He's stumbling over his words, looking around his room. He did really love his all the items he's collected throughout the years, but he also really loved you. Dread settles in his stomach when he realizes just how much he loves you because... is becoming a normie!? Why would he sell every last drop of merchandize for you? He'd give up videogames, anime, fantasy novels, all for you if you truly asked him too.

You watch as he spirals, mumbling to himself. You're a little worried now, poking at him cautiously. He doesn't react. "Uhm, Levi? It was just a joke, you don't have to think so seriously..." You say, before he's sitting back up, staring at you with wide, watery eyes. Shit, you almost felt a little guilty for asking him now.

"I... I love you... More... Yeah." He nods, his face on fire as he takes a nearby figurine and holds it close to his heart. You decide to leave, to let him come to terms with his newfound realization that he, Leviathan, who had sworn off any real connections, has indeed made a connection with someone so profound he'd do anything for them.

It'll take him a while to come to terms with this.

SATAN

enchanted books

"Don't be ridiculous, obviously I love you more than my enchanted books." He rolls his eyes at your question. Was it not obvious how madly in love he was with you? Did he need to be more outright and forthcoming with his affections?

"Yeah, but wouldn't you be sad without your books?" You ask, looking through his bookshelf. Satan's eyes follow your every move, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips as he sneaks up behind you, before wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Well, yes I would be, but life would be much more dull without you by my side." He confesses. "Unfortunately for both of us, I need you more than anything else now." He pulls away slightly, so you can turn around in his arms and give him a pointed look- what does he mean by 'unfortunately'? He can read you easily, and decides to explain. "I just mean I hope you don't plan on leaving anytime soon, I fear I might not be able to let you go."

Placing a light peck on your cheek, Satan pulls back to look into your gaze. "But don't go thinking you can throw away my books now, okay?" You stifle laugh, nodding.

"Wasn't planning on it."

ASMODEUS

new clothes

"I can't believe you would think- obviously I love you more!" Asmo scolds, huffing and puffing at your words. He's offended you would think he loves anything more than you! "Of course I do really enjoy new clothes, but they'd just be boring if I didn't have you to show them off to! or have you to help me accessorizes with, or-" You place your lips on his for a sweet kiss (mostly to stop him from lecturing you).

"Okay, I understand, 'm sorry for asking." Asmo blinks a few times, a little dazed by your kiss (he always is) before crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh no, don't think that'll make me forget." He scoffs, shaking his head. "Do you realize how worried I am now, thinking that you don't feel loved enough?" He sighs dramatically, blowing some hair out of his face. "I think this calls for a date night." He's got a mischievous little twinkle in his eye. "Don't you think?"

"Oh my," So this is what he was getting all worked up for. "I agree, I think I need you to show me just how much you love me~" You coo, playing into his antics. He grins, pulling you close to him.

"Thought so," he hums, nuzzling into you. "I know just the place to go, too. Shall we get ready together?"

BEELZEBUB

burgers

"You... or burgers?" Beel asked, stopping midway to bite into the delicious, juicy burger he ordered. Beel gives you a sad look, and you instantly feel a kick to the gut. You regret asking, his little frown making your heart twist into knots.

"I-" You go to laugh it off, to tell him that you were only messing around, but he cuts in before you're able to.

"I love you more. Really." He finally takes a bite of his burger, which your grateful for, before he's taking your hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. "I know I'm not great at showing my feelings... But I'll try better from now on." He says, full of earnest. Oh, your heart is shattering. You lean across the table, cupping his cheeks and giving him a big kiss.

"No, I'm sorry Beel! I know you love me, I was just trying to be silly, 'm sorry I got you so worried!" He seems to relax a little at that- so you were just pranking him? He lets out a shaky breath of relief, that's good to know. Still...

"I see... Well, I will still try to show my feelings more."

BELPHEGOR

his pillow

"Don't be ridiculous," Belphegor huffs at your stupidity, rolling over in his mix of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. "What a stupid question." He shakes his head, "I knew you were dumb but geez..." He peeks a glance at you, before continuing. "Obviously those two things are the same."

You can't see his cheeky, shit-eating grin but you can feel it. You throw a pillow at him, exclaiming "I am not a pillow!" for the umpteenth time. He swats the pillow away, snickering to himself.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever ya say." He snickers, cozying up in his bed, feeling his eyelids grow heavier. "Either way, you're my favorite so... don't get all huffy, 'kay?" Your cheeks grow a little warm at his sleepy confession, and you sneak a little closer to him.

"Belphi-" You let out a shriek as he pulls you into the bed with him, swiftly positioning you both so his head is resting atop of you. You groan, you should've seen this coming. "You brat, let me go."

"Sorry, but I plan on using my favorite pillow- I mean, human, to help me sleep, so quit your yapping, will you?"

[niningtori]

mastermind | oneshot

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: you should be used to your relationships failing by now, but after finding out your boyfriend, yeonjun, cheated on you, you're devastated yet again. and beomgyu, your best friend, is there to pick up the pieces, just like always. but isn't it a little odd that things just never seem to work out?

genre: romance, angst, smut (MDNI), yandere

warnings: YANDERE!GYU, manipulation, gaslighting, SMUT (MDNI!) creampie, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, dirty talk, degradation, if i missed anything pls lmk!

word count: 5.1k

notes: ... hi. i'm reposting this with major edits but i hope you all still like it!

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do you love your boyfriend? of course. do you trust him? of course. so are you surprised to see a photo of him very clearly making out with another woman? well, of course.

your friends, your family, and even passersby would simply tell you you shouldn’t be, though. yeonjun used to be very well known for his sexual escapades, so when you announced he was your boyfriend, nobody was particularly happy for you. especially not your best friend in the whole world, beomgyu. 

“he’s just gonna hurt you, just like the last one!” 

you remember flinching at this. you remember how hurt and indignant you felt at the time. you also remember the silent treatment you gave him, and the cold war that began shortly thereafter. he apologized afterwards, of course, but you had asked him what was so bad about you that he couldn’t just believe that yeonjun had changed for you. he was silent at this, which only made you even angrier. it was all pointless in the end, you suppose.

as you sit on beomgyu’s couch, your phone rings again. you have a special ringtone for yeonjun, so you don’t even bother to check the caller id before you silence it. he’s been calling you incessantly since you texted him that you saw the picture and were done with him. your face is downcast and if you weren't so consumed by your sadness, you'd notice the faint look of delight in beomgyu’s eyes. 

“i think you should just block him,” he says as nonchalantly as he can muster. maybe in another state of mind, you'd register the satisfaction in his tone, but right now? all you can sense is his urgency, which can easily be explained away by selfless and sincere concern. just how he likes it.

“you’re right,” you sigh. “i guess i just don’t understand. things were going so well, and then he goes and does this to me. i don’t know what i did wrong,” you say while burying your face in your hands. he almost can’t control the way his lips want to curl up at this, but he’s become nothing if not a master of containing his true emotions. he’s kept them from your prying eyes for years, after all.

“aww, baby. it’s not you, it’s him. he’s just not the right guy for you,” he coos, but for some reason, you can’t help but be annoyed at his kindness. 

“i know you want to say i told you so, so say it,” you snap, pulling your face from your hands and scowling at him.

“i don’t want —” 

“if you wanted me to learn my lesson, i’ve learned it, alright? i don't need to be taught again,” you say with a huff. you know you’re being unreasonable. you know you’re being a bitch, but you just can’t help it. who told beomgyu to be right about your potential partners all the damn time? fuck his crazy-accurate intuition.

he looks genuinely hurt by your harsh words, though, so you can’t help but feel a wave of regret wash over you. you’re drowning in it, even, as you watch his puppy eyes gloss over.

“beomie, baby, i’m so sorry,” you say, gently grabbing his face with one hand and pushing his long hair behind his ear with the other. “i know i’m being awful to you when you’re just trying to help.”

“it’s okay,” he says solemnly, looking like a kicked puppy. “as long as you’re sorry.” somehow, his easy acceptance of your apology makes you feel even worse. you pull him in for a hug and he buries his face in your neck to a) soak up your scent and b) hide his growing smirk. but you’re too caught up in your feelings to notice.

“it’s really okay,” he assures once you part.

“no, it isn’t. i’m being a shitty friend. how about you stay over tonight? we can watch a movie and i’ll order something for us to eat,” you suggest. he graciously accepts your peace offering and the night is spent with giggles and an overt amount of cuddling.

as you’re drifting off to sleep, you feel beomgyu plant a kiss on your forehead. to anyone else, this might come across as oddly intimate, but you know better. people have said that you two would make a good couple, but you two do nothing but laugh it off every time. they just don’t understand your dynamic. he’s a man like any other, you guess, but seeing him as anything other than a friend is simply laughable. you know he feels the same exact way about you, too, which is why you are unfazed by his next words. 

“i love you. it’s just — i just love you so much, you know?” he whispers.

“aww, beomie. you know i love you, too. you’re my best friend in the whole world,” you murmur as sleep finally overcomes you.

if the lights were on, you’d see how his face falls and contorts into something like a grimace.

-

yeonjun has been spamming you like crazy, so you listen to beomgyu and block his number as well as his social media accounts. you think this whole chapter of your life is over, but, as always, you are wrong.

a week or so after your messy breakup, a sudden knock at your door pulls your attention away from mindless scrolling on your phone. you don't think much of it — it’s probably just beomgyu with some takeout, or something. however, when you look through the peephole, you realize that yeonjun is not finished bothering you just yet. 

“baby, please. i know you’re there. please, just open up. i’ll explain everything!” he pleads. you’re not particularly known for your callousness of heart, so it doesn’t take much more begging for you to feel guilty and let him in. you open your door with a sigh. 

“thank you!” yeonjun says with a look of pure relief as he hurriedly enters your apartment. he takes a seat on your couch (unprompted, you might add) and takes a shaky breath. you cautiously seat yourself on the other end of the couch and prepare to listen to whatever bullshit he has conjured up for your viewing pleasure before you decide that it’s best just to cut to the chase. ripping the band-aid off, and all that.

“look, i don’t care that you’re sorry. there’s nothing you can say to make me change my —” 

“it was beomgyu!” he exclaims before you can get another word out.

“... what?” you ask confusedly. where the hell is he going with this?

“the girl, the picture, fucking everything was all his fucking fault. he did it,” he rants. oh. he must think you’re fucking stupid.

“yeonjun, please don’t waste my time,” you sigh. “i think you should leave,” you add, getting up from your seat.

“wait!” he pleads, reaching for your hand and gently pulling you back down. “remember how i always told you that i had a weird feeling about him? like how something always felt… off?” oh well. if he wants to continue putting on a show, then so be it. besides, it’ll be a funny story to tell beomgyu later on.

you nod.

“well, he always looked at me weirdly. like, whenever i’d walk into the room, there was always this… this tension and i never knew why, but i understood it as soon as we made things official. it’s because he likes you.” you’re silent for a moment and yeonjun actually thinks he’s getting through to you before you burst into near-maniacal laughter. his face falls.

“beomgyu? beomgyu likes me?” you say between giggles. beomgyu loves you like a sister. no way in hell does he harbor a shred of romantic love for you. 

“you’re not listening,” he grunts, slightly tugging at his own hair in frustration. “he’s always been weird, and the other night at the bar, he introduced me to that girl you saw me ‘kissing’. they kept giving me drinks until i could barely fucking see straight. then she kept coming onto me, but i said no. i finally told her to kick rocks, but the next thing i knew was that she was kissing me. i know it sounds crazy, but you have to believe me.” you want to dismiss everything he’s saying, but his utter sincerity seems to strike a chord within you. you can’t say you believe him, but he continues before you can properly digest his words.

“think about it. why the hell would i cheat in such a public place where all of our friends hang out? don't you think i would be smarter than that? and even if i wasn't, you know me. you know i would never cheat on you.” he seems desperate now, but it’s still hard to believe that beomgyu orchestrated this entire thing instead of the very real possibility that yeonjun just got drunk and acted recklessly.

“alright, this isn’t funny anymore. you need to stop,” you warn, not liking how much he’s making sense.

“think,” he repeats with conviction.

so you do. you think back to all of the tumultuous relationships you’ve had until now. they've all ended in different ways, yes, but they all had one common denominator: beomgyu. oh, beomgyu saw your boyfriend getting cozy with his ex. you’re having an argument with your boyfriend? beomgyu thinks he’s a piece of shit because of how he treats you, you obviously deserve better! wait, your boyfriend keeps taking too long to text you back? he’s just losing interest! it’s clearly better to break it off now rather than getting too invested when you’re inevitably going to break up, anyway. and all the other greatest hits. your face twists from focused to horrified as the realization sinks into your bones. it's beomgyu. it’s always been beomgyu. 

you look to yeonjun with pure shock in your eyes and he meets your gaze with a look of sympathy. you finally get it. 

“junie, i’m so sorry,” you say, tears springing into your eyes. “i’m so sorry i doubted you.” 

“it’s okay,” he replies with a melancholy smile. “he manipulated you.” 

“does… does that mean we’re back together now?” you ask, voice tinged with hope. his smile falters at your question, and you feel a sense of dread.

“i need some time,” he says after a pause, dropping his hand from yours. “you really hurt me. i understand that beomgyu manipulated you, but it really hurts that you didn't trust me, you know?” 

“i understand,” you quietly reply. you’d be hurt if the tables were turned — it’s only natural. you just hope to god above that you haven’t let beomgyu ruin another good thing for you.

-

beomgyu is confused as to why you’ve been ignoring him for the better part of a week. you don’t respond when he texts or calls, and his intuition is telling him that it has something to do with yeonjun. maybe you’re just shutting down because of the breakup? it was particularly brutal this time around, after all. he’s lucky that yeonjun has such a lascivious sexual history, or else you might not have bought his little charade, even with the proof presented directly in front of you. that’s how much you love(d) yeonjun. the thought causes jealousy to rear its ugly head in his stomach, but whatever. there’s no way you’re going back to him after the way the scandal has made its way through your social life. even if you do want to get back together with him, there's no way your pride will let you. your pride has been a particularly nasty sort of obstacle in beomgyu’s pursuit of you, but it’s absolutely delicious to be able to use it against you like this. serves you fucking right.

still, it’s his job as your dutiful best friend to cheer you up. with this in mind, he picks up your favorite takeout and heads to your place. he smiles when he imagines the way you’ll gratefully embrace him once you realize that he’s here for you. maybe this time you’ll understand that he’s always been the one who’s there for you when someone hurts you. maybe this time will be his big break, finally freeing him from the purgatory he has been in for god knows how long.

he knocks on your door with a hopeful smile on his face. surprisingly, you’re swinging the door open mere seconds later with your eyes similarly lit up with hope.

“yeon— oh. it’s you,” you say, deflating immediately. there’s a certain sense of resentment in your tone that he catches onto, but he chalks it up to disappointment. his face falls. goddamn it. damn it all to hell.

“i brought you some food to cheer you up,” he says while shaking the plastic takeout bag, completely ignoring the slip of another man’s name. 

he invites himself in, slipping off his shoes and sitting down on the couch as he usually does. 

he waits for you to join him, but when he looks up at you, all he sees is you staring at him, arms crossed and face contorted in anger. surely you can’t be that upset that he’s not yeonjun, right? now that he thinks about it, why would you be expecting yeonjun, anyway? hadn’t you effectively cut him off? did you talk to him and take him back after all that (you think) he’s done? that can’t be right. unless… unless you actually let him talk to you. oh god, please tell him that’s not what happened.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, face devoid of anything deeper than curiosity and worry. 

you’re silent for a moment before you carefully choose your next words.

“i talked to yeonjun,” you reply, and his heart sinks to his stomach. “he told me some… interesting things.”

beomgyu hopes you don’t notice how hard he gulps. you do not.

“what did he say?” he asks, face tense but still showing no clear signs of guilt. 

“he told me what happened that night. he told me how you got him drunk and basically forced that girl onto him. he also said that you’re the reason none of my relationships work out,” you declare, opting to stop beating around the bush and just get some answers. you study his face for a crack of some sort, but there is none.

“and what do you think?” he asks quietly.

“i think… i think he might be telling the truth,” is what you say, but you’re sounding increasingly unsure with every word because beomgyu looks more hurt than you’ve ever seen him.

“you believe him over me?” he asks, voice cracking and lips trembling with his brown eyes glossed over in what you can only describe as devastation. god, either beomgyu’s a really good actor, yeonjun’s a really good actor, or you’re just fucking stupid.

“i… i don’t know what to think, beomgyu,” you whisper after a pause. all he does is nod before his next words pierce your heart.

“is that why you’ve been ignoring me?”

jesus christ. you were so sure that yeonjun was telling the truth when he told you about beomgyu, so ignoring him only seemed natural under the circumstances, but he looks every bit like the victim in light of your accusations. his trembling lips and wounded gaze make you want to strangle yourself for ever doubting him. as you feel yourself being consumed with remorse, though, you remember the sincerity and desperation in yeonjun’s words. maybe this was all a huge misunderstanding? maybe they’re both convinced that they’re right? 

“y-yes. i’m sorry. i was just confused. maybe he just misunderstood?” you babble. he likes your hesitancy, but it’s still wearing on his patience. as much as he wants to say he can’t believe that you’d question him because of some guy you dated, he can believe it when it comes to you. you always, always, always hurt him like this, and he’s had just about enough.

“and what if it’s true?” he asks, pathetic facade wiped clean off of his face while something more somber replaces it entirely. your eyes lock with his and you’re stunned silly. 

“what?” is all you can manage to reply with. 

“what if i pushed that girl onto yeonjun? what if i ruined all of your relationships? what would you do?” 

“so it’s true?!” is all you can say, guilt flaring into sheer rage and hurt. 

“so what if it is?” he asks, as if he doesn’t comprehend how twisted this is.

“so… so how could you do that to me?!” 

“i was only doing what’s best for you,” he impatiently replies. “they were only gonna hurt you, can’t you see that? even before i did anything, there were still all those men who cheated on you, lied to you, used you. what’s wrong with wanting to protect you from people like them? i just couldn’t stand to see you living like that!” he argues, clearly believing he’s completely justified in all of this.

sure, you’ve been hurt before even without his intervention, but that doesn’t mean he can just play puppeteer in your love life to “protect” you from anything similar happening ever again. you trusted him and he manipulated you. he acted like a knight in shining armor this entire time while knowingly sabotaging any potentially good thing that could come your way. and he did it all because he wants to protect you? bullshit. 

“you know, i thought that even if everyone other man in the world could hurt me, you never would,” you say shakily, either from sadness or anger. maybe both. “i guess i was wrong.”

“hurt you?! hurt is watching the person you love fuck other people over and over and over again! hurt is watching you laugh me off and never even fucking considering me as an option, goddamn it!” he yells while slamming his hand on your coffee table. 

“so your solution was to fuck up every relationship i have just to have me to yourself?! do you not realize how fucked up that is?!” you yell back, trying to appear unfazed by his increasingly enraged behavior. he seems to falter at this, genuinely at a loss for words at your unforgiving pinpointing of his erratic actions. the desperate, eager-to-please beomgyu you know all too well is finally back and you feel your confidence surge because of it.

“i only did that because —”

“why? because you love me? or think you do?” you mock with a hollow laugh. “you don’t purposely ruin the life of someone you love.” he looks genuinely wounded by your words. 

“but i —”

“i don’t care. get out,” you say mercilessly. you’re absolutely through with listening to his fucked up ideations about love and what his twisted moral compass deems as justified because of it. you’re so preoccupied with preaching on your soapbox, you don’t even realize his attitude has once again shifted from the compliant beomgyu to the one you don’t recognize at all. 

“... no,” he says flatly. 

“did you not fucking hear me? i said get out,” you repeat through clenched teeth. normally, your raised hackles would be enough to scare him off, so you figure he’ll tuck his tail and leave right about now. oh, how wrong you are.

“are you deaf?” he asks with a sneer. “i said no.”

“what do you mean, no?” you ask. somewhere in the depths of your mind, alarm bells begin ringing, but it’s far too late to heed them. plus, you’re still under the impression that he’ll bend to your will. 

“oh, so you’re not deaf. just stupid,” he snorts. your jaw is agape at his audacity. beomgyu has caught an attitude and gotten fresh with you before, sure, but nothing like this. to say you’re dumbstruck would be to put things in the mildest of terms. you can barely get out your next sentence.

“w-what do you mean?” 

“i’m not leaving this apartment,” he says firmly, and before you can even ask him to explain, he’s dragging you away with a painful grip.

“ow! beomgyu, you’re hurting m—” 

“shut up. i told you what real hurt is, but you're not fucking listening. i don't want to hear another word come out of your mouth,” he says in a monotone voice. if the alarm bells were ringing in the depths of your mind before, they’re absolutely blaring at the forefront of your brain right now. 

“what are y-you —”

“i thought i told you to shut up,” he snaps before roughly grabbing your face and planting his lips on yours. the kiss is crude. it’s absolutely vulgar with the way it’s all tongue and teeth and saliva, but after a few seconds of uncertainty, you find yourself melting into it. this is wrong. you two are the best of friends, almost like brother and sister. and more than that, you love yeonjun, right? you’re supposed to be working on getting back together with him, aren’t you? but your reason starts to be sucked away as you feel his hands caress your body, leaving nothing but fire in their wake.

you don’t know how you got here, almost completely naked as you lay on your back while beomgyu continues attacking your lips. it’s blazing hot and you can’t help but feel your underwear becoming wet with every moan that escapes his mouth and consequently reverberates onto your tongue. as if he already knows the intricacies of your internal battle, one of his hands finds its way to your now soaking wet pussy and he uses his index and middle fingers to spread the slickness around. he swirls his fingers around your hole and just barely pushes one of them into the entrance. you gasp at the shallow intrusion and you can feel his notorious shit-eating grin pressed across your lips as he feels how tight you are. you’re ridiculously turned on and he knows it. he pauses his actions only to unzip his pants and yank them down to his knees. your eyes widen at what you can only describe as his huge appendage, all reddened and already leaking. you feel your cunt throbbing with even more need at the sight, but your last shred of reason still makes you hesitate.

“beomgyu, we can't… we're friends, and yeonjun is —”

“can’t you just let me make you feel good? god, you’re making this so difficult, but what the fuck else is new,” he growls. 

he's right. you are making things difficult. there's no way of salvaging your friendship after this, so what's the point in holding back now? you realize that while he may be absolutely unhinged, his feelings for you are real. do you reciprocate them? you don’t know yet, but the thought of him doting on another person the same way he dotes on you makes you feel uneasy. as for yeonjun? well, he deserves better than the cesspool of turbulent emotions that you currently find yourself in. 

“you still sure you don’t want me?” he asks cockily. you, with all of your pride, can only muster up a feeble shake of your head. he knew the answer before you gave it to him, but his condescending gaze shows you that your words have scratched a certain itch of his.

he rubs his hardened length against your folds and it’s all you can do to resist locking your ankles around his waist and pulling him into you, but something stops you. protection. you don’t even have to say it, because he knows you too well for your own good.

“let me fuck you raw,” he says breathily, just barely poking his length into your tight hole. “i know you need it, baby. just let me take care of you.” you’re silent for a moment before pinching out your next words.

“p-pull out?” he won’t because he knows you’ll be begging him for his cum when he’s done with you, and you already know he won’t, even when he nods and promises he will. you don't know why you even asked. 

the ache you feel to have him buried inside you is quickly replaced by the ache you feel once he begins to stretch you out. it’s a stinging, burning sort of pain, but that’s nothing in comparison to the pure pleasure you feel as his flared tip drags along your walls. he begins with thrusting shallowly, fucking you open like you’re a virgin, and you’re so tight while he’s so big, you might as well be. 

painfully slowly, he pushes each and every inch of himself into your gummy hole. he reaches places you didn’t even know existed and stretches you open so good all you have the brainpower to call the sensation is fullness. overwhelming fullness. when he finally sheathes himself in you completely, a strangled cry leaves both of your throats as you feel him throbbing inside of you and he, in turn, feels you pulsating around him. 

after you adjust, you expect him to start drilling into you with reckless abandon, but he does nothing of the sort. just watches you with a strange look on his face. 

“b-beomie? what are you doing?” you ask pathetically, head raising up from its place on the pillows to meet his wanton gaze.

“beg me for it.”

“beg for w—” your question is interrupted by a sharp smack on your sensitive pussy. 

“beg me for it. beg me to fuck you like a whore. i won’t tell you again,” he says menacingly. your bleary eyes are so confused, so stupid, and so, so cute, but he’s determined to use the last of his self-control to get you to feel even a fraction of the desperation he’s felt for years. well, even if you don’t, he’ll spend the whole night fucking you dumb until you do. but you’re so hungry for his dick, you don’t even realize that he’s bluffing.

finally, you understand what he’s asking of you, and you waste no time to comply. 

“n-need your cock, beomie. need you to make me f-feel good,” you say, trying to retain even a semblance of your dignity. this brings a mean smirk to his face, but he’s not done with you, yet.

“surely you can do better than that?” he taunts, rocking his hips ever so slightly so you can feel every inch of his length and girth teasingly hitting your cervix, but providing no relief. fuck your dignity. you need him.

“please! please, i need you! need your cock to fill me up!” you whine.

“mhmm, and?”

“need you to fuck me! need you to fill me up with your cum!” well, there goes your resolve to have him pull out. this seems to satisfy his sadistic desires.

“oh, my love. all you had to do was ask,” he says with a grin. and that’s when he starts. 

his hips meet yours in the most punishing way, and that’s what this is: a punishment for the way you’ve treated him all these years. you can feel it in the way that his fingernails dig into your skin and in the way that he mercilessly presses down on your tummy until all you can feel is pressure building up to something unknown.

“who else can fuck you like this? who else can split you open like this?” he asks as lewd squelches reverberate throughout the room. 

“n-nobody! only you, beomie!” you cry.

“that’s my good girl, such a good girl. baby just needs me to use her like a fucktoy, right?” and all you can do is whine and clench in carnal need as the poor springs of your bed squeak with every unforgiving thrust.

“oh, you like that, don’t you?” he snickers. “you like being my little whore. you’re just a toy for me, alright? free to use whenever i feel like it.” you nod in agreement and he lets out a chuckle as he pounds into you at an unimaginable speed, balls slapping your ass with every fiery thrust. each time he pumps into you, your pussy’s clamping down on him and sucking him in like that’s where he’s meant to be. and maybe it is. 

“god, i’m close,” he groans after pumping into you for what feels like hours, and you whimper like a bitch in heat. “honey, don’t worry,” he tuts. “i’ll fuck you every day, i’ll fill you with my cum so you can’t leave. not that you’ll want to after this. you’re made for me, made to be my cumdump whenever i want.” 

“y-yes!” you shriek, somehow liking the idea of being full of his cum forever and ever. 

“that’s my girl. baby just wants me to fuck her good. that’s all you needed, right? that’s why you’ve been such a brat. you just needed me to show you what it’s like to be fucked right,” he says, rolling your clit for good measure, which is enough to make you reach your high as it comes crashing down around you. beomgyu wasn’t lying when he said he was close, so when he feels you clenching around his big cock as if you’re milking him for all that he’s worth, you feel it twitching before hot bursts of cum paint your inner walls until you’re leaking white and seeing stars. he continues with slow, lazy pumps until he softens. you stay like that for an indeterminable amount of time, breathing raggedly while your bodies are overcome with thrums of delight. 

when he finally pulls out and lays down beside you, bodies slick with sheens of sweat, he pushes your hair back behind your ear and plants a kiss on your temple. shakily, he takes his hand and rubs it along your distended tummy, full of his cum. he lovingly strokes it with an awed smile on his face.

“such a good girl for me,” he repeats. “i can’t wait until you’re pregnant. you’ll have as many babies as i can give you, right?” and all you can do is nod deliriously. he smiles in satisfaction as you eagerly agree to his every nasty, perverted thought. “god, i love you so much. and you love me too, right? say it. say you love me.”

“i love you.” and you realize that you do.  this man is deranged, but he’s yours, and for better or for worse, you're his. especially now that you might very well be carrying his children. and even if you aren’t, you know he’ll make good on his promises to keep fucking you until you are. should you be glad that he effectively ruined every potential relationship for you? you were unsure before, but you realize that nobody has or ever will love you as much as he does, even if he has a demented way of showing it. well, it is what it is. there’s no way out after this.

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(to preface this, i am white. figured i should make that known off the bat) i wanted to come bounce an idea off of you that i've been rolling around in my head for a bit. i have this pet theory that, for the population ill call here "white progressive queers who know very little about poc and racism", a large underpinning of this group's interaction with poc is a Fear of Fucking Up and more generally, moral purity thought. they (maybe even "we"- im still hopefully learning myself) get so paralyzed by this idea and line of thinking that goes something like this: "1) since i know nothing about poc & racism, then 2) clearly in discussions about these topics, i will fuck up and say something wrong or perhaps even Bigoted, which if i did 3) makes me an Irreparable Ontologically Evil Racist, hence 4) i should just be quiet and never ask questions/speak on these topics" which then results in said White Progressive Queer and those around them never learning. i wanted to know what you think abt this and tell me if im on the mark or not

also thank u for the work u do on this blog, ive found so many helpful resources through you

You're right. In my experience that's exactly how it is.

I want to add tho: yes they're uncomfortable that they might fuck up and be considered racists sure, but a huge part of that stems from the massive inability to place the discomfort where it belongs. Which is with their own guilt.

Instead they blame the conversations for making them uncomfortable.

And let's take some worthy notes here: this is not how white people feel all the time. Because white people are not uncomfortable making these fuck ups in front of other white people.

So it's not that the conversation is uncomfortable. They are made uncomfortable. And they are made uncomfortable because even when discussing anti-racism they step into the role of oppressor (the little fuck ups or accidentally bigoted comments) so naturally and God forbid other (not white) people can See how easy it is.

My advice for white people that are like this (that nobody asked for) is

Your fuckups do not define you but how you react to them does

Listen, respect, learn

That's it. That's the whole list. Say something bad? Apologize, but don't over-explain yourself. Ask how to fix it. Google how you fucked up so you understand why it wasn't okay. Google again to get idea of how your fuck up hurts people. Google some more to make sure you don't do it again. Go to some safe space and ask some clarifying questions. Listen, respect, learn.

Maybe the people you fucked up with don't forgive you and that's okay, they don't have to. But YOU won't ever make anyone feel bad or less than in the same way ever again and that's what matters.

Having one less person making racist comments matters even if it's a struggle for that person to get to that point.

I need y'all to understand that none of you are gonna just wake up being suddenly perfect anti-racist allies. And we will literally never ever have allies like that if y'all refuse to even sit with your own discomfort.

•°•°•

This weird morality issue white people have over looking racist is also just such a non-problem. Like if y'all want a PoC perspective: white people are already being racist ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ ....we Already see y'all as racists. And also I'm gonna experience racism anyway so I'd rather it be because someone was just being ignorant on the path to anti-racism.

Y'all are so worried about how shit Looks that you can't be bothered how really things are? Like you're so afraid of looking racist you'd allow yourselves to continue being actually ignorant and casually racist. And to avoid what? Being uncomfortable for a minute? Being called-out? A mean comment?

We are trying to stop hate crimes and genocide. Like that's what we are dealing with okay. Accountability for your actions is an acquired taste but I think y'all can handle some discomfort considering.

[dazzlingjaeyun]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

best friend!jay x fem!reader

genre: best friends to lovers, some angst / some fluff

warnings: cussing, slightly jealous!jay

word count: ~3,5k

a/n: ahh i really enjoyed writing this one!! but the ending feels a bit rushed so i apologize for that (⌣_⌣”)

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you and jay had practically known each other since diapers, being best friends ever since you could remember. although over the years you had been through different friend groups, the two of you always stayed inseparable. in the end, it was always you. you and jay.

since you spent almost every day together, also now you were sitting on his bed across from him, your legs casually resting on top of his thighs while you had your laptop on your lap, typing away a report you had to finish. jay, on the other hand, was silently scrolling through every possible social media site to fight his boredom while waiting for you to be done. his other hand rested on your knee, softly tapping his index and middle fingers on your joggers alternately, as if tapping them along to a beat. being so used to his skinship, his soft touch didn't bother you.

after some more moments in silence with only the sounds of you tapping on your keyboard, you could hear jay sigh and saw him put down his phone from the corner of your eye. "how long are you going to work on this, it's been two hours", he whined.

you looked up from your laptop only to see your best friend pout at you, which made your lips curl up into a smile. "okay, big baby, i'm almost done and we'll watch your annoying movie after", you replied in a teasing tone. jay squinted his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, to which you chuckled before focusing back on your laptop screen.

"i think i should show her the movie too", jay interrupted again. "hm, who her?", you asked, rather inattentively.

jay clicked his tongue. "the girl i like, dumbass"

rolling your eyes, you finally looked up from your laptop again. the past weeks, he had not gone a day without mentioning 'the girl he likes' at least once. although you knew practically everything about him - and his plans with his crush - you still had no idea who she was nor what she looked like and whenever you asked, your friend would turn down your question, claiming you'd find out soon enough.

"yeah, you should watch this movie with her. i don't want to watch it for the 10th time", you replied sarcastically , earning another playfully annoyed look from jay.

"i'm serious, jay. stop saying what you want to do and then never make a move. she might not wait forever", you added, your voice more genuine than before. jay just bit down on his lower lip and nodded, looking to the side to avoid your eyes.

suddenly, you felt bad for what you had said. you didn't want to discourage him. it was quite the opposite; you wanted him to finally take his chance with whoever he had liked for a while now. you closed your laptop, not caring about the unfinished report at that very moment, grabbed a pillow from behind your back and threw it in jay's direction, careful to hit but not hurt him.

"you should really ask her to watch it with you, instead of me. she's not going to believe you're into her if you're stuck on my ass the entire time anyways", you said jokingly, trying to lighten up his mood again and in fact earning a soft giggle from him. he grabbed your laptop off your legs and instead pulled you towards him, your head hitting his chest softly.

"whatever you say", he said, grabbing the remote and turning on the tv while you got comfortable, resting your head on his chest and putting one arm around his torso. "now, it's movie time", he said, indicating you should stop speaking now, before starting the movie he had waited to watch with you and pulling your body just a tiny little bit closer to his. and words could not describe how comfortable you felt in that very moment. how completely comfortable and safe.

you didn't even notice that you had fallen asleep on jay's chest. it was not until he moved very slowly and carefully, trying the best he could to not wake you up. you slowly opened your sleepy eyes and lifted your head a little.

jay sighed at the realization. "i'm sorry... i was really trying to not wake you", he almost whispered, his voice soft and quiet. his words so carefully spoken, as if he could break you in half if he said them any louder.

only then you realized his fingers tangled in your hair - clearly the aftermath of having played with them while watching the movie.

"it's your fault i fell asleep in the first place. i always do when you play with my stupid hair", you managed to crack a joke, despite your tiredness.

jay scoffed jokingly. "stupid hair?", he asked as if you had insulted him. "you know they're soft and it's...", he stopped as if searching for the right word "...it's healing to play with them."

healing? the fact that he spoke of something as simple as playing with your hair as healing set something off. a weird, unfamiliar feeling in your stomach - one that you couldn't really classify.

"mh..." that was all you could reply, feeling overwhelmed and confused at the sudden change of feelings you experienced.

"you know... you'd make a good boyfriend. i'm sure the girl you like would enjoy having you caress her hair until she falls asleep", you just blurted out, mind still foggy by the state you were in.

you could feel jay's chest stop moving for a split second, indicating that he was holding his breath, before you heard him gulp.

"hm, probably"

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡

"i'm so going to win this time", you said, self-confident, as you started the last and final round of the race, eyes fixated on the screen and hands wrapped tightly around the controller.

you were so caught up in the game that you got startled by the loud ringtone covering the sounds of the game. you tried to catch a glimpse of your phone to see who was calling, going back and forth from your phone to the tv screen - the inattentiveness causing your game character to hit an obstacle, much to the joy of your competitor. as you lost the game, you just dropped the controller in your lap and instead grabbed your phone to finally answer the video call.

"you better have a good reason to call me now, jay! i lost mario kart because of you!", you snapped, before your best friend could even greet you.

mario kart? he thought. that was your tradition. yours and jay's. playing mario kart on a friday evening. but he was clearly not with you right now. and for some reason, it bugged him. a lot. why would you carry on your tradition with someone else? but did he even have the right to claim a shared activity as solely yours and his? did he have the right to get hurt or even angry? he wasn't sure, so he tried to shrug it off.

he forced himself to let out a faked laugh. "who did you lose to?", he asked, trying to make it seem as if it wasn't a big deal for him. trying to not seem too curious about who you had replaced him with.

you moved your phone to the side, revealing your competitor, before moving it back for the camera to capture you only.

"huh? jake?", jay asked, visibly confused.

"i'll get some water and let the two of you talk", the boy in question chimed in as he stood up from the bed, giving you a short smile.

you looked up at him a little too long for jay's liking, before moving your eyes back to the phone screen. "so, why were you calling anyways?", you asked as jake walked out of your room.

"him, seriously? are you stupid or do you simply not care that he only wants to-"

"jay. i asked a question", you cut him off rather sternly.

he let out a long sigh at the tone of your voice, at the way your words left no room for further discussion. and if he thought about it, he also didn't have the right to tell you who to hang out with, after all.

"did you hear about this new café opening next week?", he finally carried on with the original reason why he called you. you nodded in response, so jay continued "they'll have like a small opening event, i wanted to ask you if you want to go with me?"

"um... well, jake asked me already", you replied, your voice now calmer and quieter, feeling almost guilty for turning jay down.

"what did you say?", he asked hurriedly, as if in a rush to find out about your answer. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "i said yes. i thought-... you can ask the girl you like?"

"oh... um...", he started stuttering, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his head awkwardly, "i did but she already had plans that day"

you just nodded. another unfamiliar feeling bubbling up in your stomach. the fact that he had already asked her before even considering you was somehow... irritating? he had asked her. not you. you were the second choice, after the first was not available. and suddenly, it crashed down on you. worries, fear. suddenly, you felt this irrational, immense fear of losing your best friend. of watching him just slip through your fingers, taking your years of friendship along with him.

"you okay? you're zoning out again", jay pulled you out of the spiral of thoughts. when your eyes focused back on him, you could make out the worried expression on his face.

without thinking about it, you just started babbling out your thoughts. "i'm scared that this will ruin our friendship, jay". his eyes widened and he opened his mouth to object, but again was interrupted by you. "sorry, i-"

you didn't get to finish as this time you were interrupted by the door opening again and jake stepping back into your room, a glass of water in each hand.

"you know what, jay... we'll talk about that another time, yeah? i'll see you, good night", you hurriedly hung up before he could even reply, leaving him on the other end of the line staring at his phone in surprise for a few seconds.

i'm scared that this will ruin our friendship, your words echoed in his head. oh, me too, he thought.

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the day of the event came and you were just finishing to touch up your make up when you heard your door bell ring; the signal that jake was there and ready to pick you up.

the two of you drove to the café in his car in a comfortable silence, jake's voice softly humming along to the songs on the radio barely audible to you.

even after you had spent an hour or two at the café, trying not only the beverages but also some treats, the two of you still hadn't run out of topics to talk and laugh about.

you were so caught up in the conversation with jake that it took you some minutes to make out the tall figure standing in front of the table you two shared. only when you looked up finally, you saw your best friend standing there, practically piercing holes through your body with his eyes.

thanks to the video call a couple of days before, jay knew exactly where you'd be on that day. and with who. and for some reason, he felt the strong urge to check on you. an urge he couldn't fight, so he gave in and made his way to the same place. he just had to make sure you were okay after all, right? that's what a best friend would do if their best friend went out with a guy that seemed fishy. right?

but seeing the two of you just chatting with each other, laughing with each other, sitting a little too close to each other... he didn't know if he should feel relieved that your suspicious date was much less of a threat than he had thought. or if he in fact should feel even more threatened. because what if you'd end up liking the guy with the golden retriever-like eyes more than your best friend?

it was your scent tickling his nose that brought him back to reality. only then he realized the hug you had pulled him in, immediately reciprocating the gesture and wrapping his arms around your waist. just a little tighter than he would usually do.

jake, still sitting on the sofa, watched the scene in front of him, biting the inside of his cheek while jay's head was almost buried in the crook of your neck, taking in as much of your scent as possible.

finally, you let go of the way longer than normal hug, a slight shade of pink covering your cheeks. you quickly sat back down again, taking your iced coffee and gulping it down as if it could cool your face and stop the heat from rushing to your cheeks. why were you blushing anyway?

"hi jake", jay finally spoke up, looking down to said boy, who just nodded his head in return. "mind if i join you guys?"

"actually, yeah. i mind.", jake opposed.

jay was quick to reply, before you could even open your mouth "well good thing i only care about my best friend's opinion", emphasizing the possesive pronoun as if you were solely his property, not dared to even be looked at by anyone else.

"geez, fine. i was gonna head home anyways", jake said while standing up, "have a good time together then". and before you could hold him back, hell, before you could even say something, jake was already out the door.

your eyes followed him until he was out of sight and then went back to look at jay. although he hadn't intended for this to happen, he couldn't say he wasn't satisfied with the outcome nonetheless. until...

"what the fuck, jay?!"

if you weren't in public, you would have probably screamed at him. jay's eyes widened at your reaction. in all the years you had known each other, you had barely ever raised your voice at him in a serious manner. but he could tell that you were very serious right now.

"i'm... i'm sorry, i didn't mean to- he's just not good for you and-", he started stuttering out, before you cut him off.

"did you see him acting anyhow weird towards me? no. cause the only one who's acting weird is you, jay!"

he gulped. "but i'm your-"

"my what?", you interrupted again. "my best friend? right. not my parents, not my boyfriend. you're no one to tell me who to go out with!", you snapped.

"just because you don't have the balls to ask the stupid 'girl you like' out, you have to ruin my day as well?" you finally stood up and grabbed your bag. "for fucks sake, jay, get yourself together." you gave him one last glare, before storming off the café as well, making sure to hit his upper arm with your shoulder as you passed him. leaving him with a shocked face and a mind filled with so many thoughts, yet so empty, not able to say a word.

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡

days passed and you did not speak to neither jake nor jay. whereas the latter had tried to contact you several times, jake had not reached out to you as much. you weren't happy about that but you weren't exactly hurt or upset either.

when it came to jay, a part of you was still mad at him, while another part of you wasn't. one minute you'd want to talk to him, and the next you'd damn yourself for that thought. safe to say your feelings and thoughts were just a rollercoaster at this point, and you were nowhere near sorting them out. the only constant: confusion.

the sudden ring of your door bell pulled you out of another never ending thought process. you stood up from your bed and made your way to the door, opening it without peeking through the small hole before. instant regret hit you as you saw who was standing right in front of you.

"jay?"

"hey... can i come in?"

hesitantly, you stepped aside, not able to reject your best friend, no matter how much you wanted to tell him to go home. after all, you had your reasons for not picking up the phone, not answering the texts. you didn't want to talk to him. not as long as you had no idea about what to think - what to feel.

jay entered, a big bag on his back, and just naturally walked past you and to the living room as if you had invited him to do so. you followed him with quick steps.

"i never said to go-"

you gave up as you saw him getting comfortable on the sofa already. he opened his bag, pulled out his guitar and finally looked at you. then he patted on the sofa, signaling you to sit down next to him.

"i want to show you something"

you were, yet again, confused, but curiosity got the best of you and you decided to take a seat next to him.

"i wrote this myself", he explained further and although you were expecting exactly what he'd say next, it still felt like a punch in the gut. "um... for the girl i like"

without thinking about it, you stood up again, ready to tell him to just leave, when he grabbed your hand and pulled you down again.

"i just want to hear your opinion on it", jay said in a soft voice.

"fine."

and so he began letting his fingers slide over the strings elegantly, playing the chords so perfectly, while making everything look so effortless at the same time. his voice was soft, yet carried so much power. and in an instant, nothing else mattered. not what happened at the café, not his bold act of just walking in now, not your anger.

just jay's voice and the sounds of his guitar. so heavenly. and so not for you.

suddenly, your confusion sweeped away and tears started filling your eyes when the realization hit you. and it hit hard.

the realization of why everything about his not so little crush on this girl had bothered you so much. the realization of what you had actually felt when you had woken up on his chest with his hand in your hair a couple of weeks ago. and that you were not only scared of the friendship changing when he asked her out first. even the realization of why you were blushing after he had hugged you tightly in the café.

but mostly, the realization that you wanted nothing more than to be her.

jay's voice fell silent abruptly. he almost tossed away the guitar and instead brought both of his hands to your cheeks, cupping your face. his thumbs gently stroked your cheeks, sending goosebumps down your spine and although your vision was blurry, you could see his worried eyes fixated on yours.

"why are you crying?" jay asked carefully, as if he barely dared to break the silence.

you tried shaking your head but jay's hands on both sides of your face held you more tightly, almost like he was scared of losing you forever if he let go now.

"i'm sure she'll like it", you whispered, worried that if you spoke up, your voice would break.

jay inhaled deeply, his breath audibly shaking. "does she?"

you furrowed your eyebrows. "how would i-"

"do you?"

pang. your heart dropped to your knees. your stomach sank. your mind started racing and your heartbeat doubled its speed likewise.

pang. the next realization.

he had shown you the movie he wanted to show her.

he had asked you to join him to the event, but you had plans already.

he had shown you the song he wrote for the girl he likes.

for you.

all of those moments were about you, all along.

suddenly, the reason why he had never shown you a picture of her seemed so obvious.

the facts that he had never made a move and that he had reacted this way towards jake suddenly had reasons; fear of ruining the friendship and straight up jealousy.

as if to confirm your mind that was running laps around everything that had happened between you and your best friend the past weeks, you heard jay's soft words "it's you. it's always been you."

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thank you so much for reading up until here. it means the entire world to me and i hope you guys enjoyed it. please do not copy. ❤︎︎

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- dazzlingjaeyun

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Just Take It | Bonus Drabble 2

Summary: Jungkook gets mistaken as your father but jumps at the opportunity to show them exactly who he is to you. Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 1.6K~ Warning: Suggestive language but nothing crazy lol a/n: So this is another ask by an anon and it was something I'm sure y'all have been curious to see so I figured why not make it a little longer 🤭 p.s. written in one sitting so barely edited Start from the beginning

"Here you go!" the lady at the register says, handing Jungkook one of the shopping bags.

She had been looking at the both of us, no doubt trying to figure out our relationship but went with the one that might seem the most logical with an age difference as big as ours.

"You're lucky! I wish my dad would still buy me clothes at my age. I miss those days where I wouldn't have to worry about anything, especially money" she says, no doubt trying to make conversation while she folds the rest of the clothes and places them inside the second bag

"No you see he's not my-" "She does call me Daddy but I can assure you, I'm not her father" Jungkook jumps in, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me closer, making things a lot more intimate than they had been before.

"I- um-" I stammer but Jungkook decides to make matters worse, looking to gain my confirmation. "Right Bunny" he says, placing a kiss on my neck and making me shudder, completely mortified by this whole situation.

"Oh would you look at the time! We better get going if we want to make it to that thing in time" I say while shaking off his embrace, trying to get away from here as soon as possible.

When I reach out to take the second bag Jungkook gets to it faster and already has a comfortable grip on the handle. "It's okay baby, I got it" he says, going out of his way to sound sickeningly sweet but also extremely intoxicating at the same time.

I smile painfully at him and squeeze out a quick thank you to him and the poor cashier and hightail my way out of there.

"I'm sorry sir I shouldn't have assumed" the girl apologizes but Jungkook tones down the playful nature and assures her that he understood where she was coming from.

"It's alright. I just like to embarrass her when I can" he admits and she laughs, understanding our dynamic just a little bit more. "Have a good day sir" she say, wrapping up the conversation and he returns the sentiment and thanks her for her help.

When he finally decides to leave the store he saunters out to me, his eyes clearly showing his continued amusement from the little spectacle he put on back there.

"I hate you" I pout and he chuckles in response. "Why do you have to do that every time?" I question, dragging out the last word and it only gains me and even more playful Jungkook.

"Because you look so pretty when you're looking at me like that" he says, placing both bags in his left hand and using his right to pinch my cheek, no doubt warm to the touch from the embarrassment I couldn't help but feel back there.

"Let's just go" I say, rolling my eyes at him and making my way out of the shopping center, him following with a bounce in his step before he catches up to me and grabs my hand, making me stop to look at him.

"Let me make it up to you yeah?" he say, the once playful eyes changed to one's full of hunger. I can feel my cheeks start to warm up again, this time from desire instead of embarrassment because I know exactly what's in store.

I don't bother to dignify his words with a response and simply continue on my quest back to the car but the fact that I've held onto his hand and made sure he was following me still made him chuckle, finding me absolutely adorable.

"That eager huh?" he asks and I huff in response. "I'm done with being in a bad mood today so you've got a lot of work to put in mister" I grumble and he laughs at my reasoning, knowing deep down I'm buzzing with excitement. 

"Don't I always?" he says and I stop in my tracks, glaring up at him, "So you think I'm a piece of work huh?" I growl and he holds back his laughter, finding my efforts of being intimidating so endearing. 

"No, I just love taking my time with you" he says, caressing my face and making my sour mood start to fade away, "Isn't that right Bunny" he says, leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on my lips leaving me wanting him even more. 

"Shut up" I say and stomp away, done with his teasing and needing him to put his money where his mouth is. If he's claiming he wants to make it up to me then he's doing it in a very strange way. 

"You know I thought this shopping trip was supposed to be fun and make me feel better" I say once he's finally caught up to me right before I take the crosswalk to get to the parking lot. "I'm having fun. Aren't you?" he teases, acting completely oblivious making me even more upset. "No, I'm not" I say through gritted teeth. 

"Come on Bunny you know I'm just teasing" he says popping the trunk and placing the bags in it before closing it and going to open my door. 

"Hey" he say, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me close, "You know I love you right?" he says once I've cuddled into his chest and I nod, breathing in his scent which always brings be a sense of comfort. "I love you too" I mumble and he kisses me on the forehead before letting go and opening my car door. 

"Let's go home okay?" he say and I nod walking closer but before I'm able to sink down into my seat he smacks my ass. "OW! What was that for?" I whine, rubbing the spot he abused as he dryly chuckles. "That was for rolling your eyes at me back there Princess. Think I wouldn't notice huh?" he says in a deep taunting voice that he knows can push me into submission. 

I shake my head and he gives me a mischievous smile before telling me to get in the car. 

"I thought you were supposed to be making it up to me" I pout once he gets in the car beside me. "Don't worry Darling, once I'm done with you, you'll forget that you were even mad at me to begin with" he says so casually, making my stomach do a flip, my thighs always clenching together, thinking about what lies ahead.

"Just let Daddy take care of you yeah? Gonna make you feel all better" he teases and although I act like I hate it when he talks to me like that, I know he'll always make good on his word. "Don't call yourself that" I groan, trying to hide how easily the simplest words can make me so needy. 

How has he trained my body to react to him so well. I guess it's my fault for letting him have his way with me time and time again. After all, he was my first and I wouldn't want it any other way. 

"You okay baby?" he asks, concerned that he's truly made me upset from how I had spaced out for a second there. "I'm okay" I say plainly and he nods, putting the car into drive and starting on our short journey back home. 

"Thank you Daddy" I say playfully making him choke on his spit, not expecting me to call him that since I had been so against it just moments ago.

"For what?" he questions through coughs and I can't help but laugh. "For all of the things you bought me today" I say and he leans over and grabs my cheek, turning me to face him to share in a sweet kiss while stopped at the red light. 

"You're welcome baby" he says, rubbing his nose against mine before pulling back and sitting properly in the drivers seat, placing one hand on the wheel and the other on my thigh as we continue on our journey once the light turns green. 

"Don't think you're getting away with not showing me how pretty you look in them once we get home though" he says squeezing my thigh and and letting me know exactly what he meant but he chooses to voice it anyway. 

"Need to fuck you in that babydoll nightgown I got you" he growls, "Been thinking 'bout it since I saw it" he growls and I feel myself getting even more wet with every sinful word that drips from his lips. 

"You can't just say that" I say, hiding my face in my hands and he chuckles, using one hand to spread apart my thighs with ease, rubbing a finger along my clothed center to see the damage he's already done.

"Baby's so worked up that she could probably cum from my words alone huh?" he taunts and he doesn't let up the entire time, making me absolutely helpless against him. He knows exactly how I want it and he lets me know that I'm not leaving to bed today, or tomorrow and maybe even the next day. 

"Gonna fuck this little attitude right out of you" he says, pulling into the garage and shutting it behind us. "Upstairs. Now" he commands when he turns off the car and opens the trunk to pull out the bags, making sure to bring up everything because he meant what he said.

Wouldn't be surprised if some of the lingerie doesn't even last a day. But then again it never really does... 

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and i wonder... who? [3]

somehow, you find yourself torn between the two hottest guys at your school and you have no idea who to choose. loosely based off of operation: true love where geto is eunhyeuk and gojo is dohwa :)

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You could not believe your eyes.

The second you’d read that text, you’d convinced yourself you’d imagined it; blinking rapidly, rubbing at your eyes, even pinching yourself because there was just no way he’d actually texted you. Even if it was from an unknown number, it was clear who it was – seconds after bumping into him, him rudely blaming you and then calling you by that god-awful nickname, you get a text right after?

With the same nickname?

Yeah, it was clear who it was.

The past two days alone have been more than confusing. If it wasn’t Sukuna cheating on you, it was Geto suddenly acting like he cared about you even though for as long as you’ve known him, he’s done nothing but ignore you. And if he wasn’t ignoring you, he was glaring at you; giving you those eyes that made it clear what he thought of you. You were oblivious and you weren’t as dumb as you came across, it had been abundantly clear to you that Geto didn’t like you and even more, he probably thought you were pathetic.

And now? Now you had Gojo Satoru texting you? And why? Because you’d accidentally bumped into him in the hall? When, really, if anyone bothered to ask you, you’d guarantee it had been him who’d walked right into you – couldn’t a guy see when a girl was upset and needed a moment to herself?

Clearly, Gojo couldn’t.

The worst part was that Sukuna cheating on you seemed like the least shocking thing and that in of itself just seemed so cruel. It wasn’t like you weren’t aware – Sukuna treated you horribly. Sure, you were positive that at one point he really truly had liked you and maybe there was a way to get him to again, but that didn’t erase the fact that for the past few months he’s been nothing short of terrible to you. 

Dismissive of you, blatantly ignoring you, you can’t count on one hand how many times he’s laughed with his friends at you when you’ve wanted nothing more than him to defend you or at the very least comfort you.

So, yeah… him cheating on you? Wasn’t all that surprising. And you’re still not really sure how to feel about that.

Your mind is a jumbled mess throughout the entirety of class that you barely pay attention. When the teacher calls for lunch, you’re blinking yourself out of your stupor, jumping in your seat as everyone around you excitedly packs up their things. You probably look like an idiot sitting there watching everyone, stunned, face red when you realize you did not listen to a single thing your teacher was saying, until a hand falls on your arm.

Your eyes meet Shoko’s concerned ones.

“Y/N?”

You feel a buzz from your phone in your back pocket and the stupor is quickly replaced by anger.

There’s no way I’m letting him get away with calling me ‘sweet cheeks’.

You push yourself to a sudden stand, startling Shoko who lets out a tiny shriek in response, head jerking back to avoid being smacked by yours. Then, you’re grabbing your backpack and promptly turning around, making your way towards the door with a determined expression.

All while Shoko gapes at you; “Y-Y/N?!”

You’ll apologize later but you don’t have time to answer her distressed call. The second you’re outside the class, you’re pulling your phone from your pocket, glowering as you read the text.

Ignoring me? :(((

“Jerk,” you mumble to yourself, fingers moving quickly to reply.

Where are you?

And the reply comes almost instantly.

Why? Already missing me?

Jesus. What an egotistical guy.

Shaking your head, you focus on replying.

Just tell me where you are.

Your finger taps impatiently on the side of the phone while you wait.

In the hall outside the cafeteria.

The second you read those words, you start walking. Students eye you weirdly as you walk by, sending you confused looks and mumbling to each other in wonder of what your problem is; you’re not even aware that you’re practically stomping through the halls, footsteps echoing with each step you take. It only takes you three minutes before you spot Gojo, easily identifying him by his bright white-hair that sticks out like a sore thumb against all the blacks and browns.

He’s already looking in your direction the second you turn down the hall, and your glare darkens on the smirk on his face.

The second you reach him, you go to tell him off, but he cuts in before you can;

“Not gonna lose your footing this time because of how dashing I am?”

And his words are so shocking to you that you completely lose your train of thought, blinking as your lips part in disbelief and you gape up at him with your mouth left wide open. Gojo lets out a loud laugh in response to that, head thrown back in amusement as you feel your face burn.

“Wh-What!” You practically cry, “you’re the one who bumped into me! And I didn’t fall because of how you looked! I fell because you slammed into me!”

Raising a brow, Gojo simply crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the wall, the smirk on his face never faltering.

You huff; “you’re infuriating.”

He snorts; “I've been told.”

Shaking your head, you focus on the reason why you wanted to see him in the first place. “How exactly did you even get my number, by the way?” You ask, holding your phone up for emphasis as you tilt your head at him accusingly. “And I want a real answer.”

Shuffling on his feet, Gojo shrugs; “just asked someone from my class. Some girl.”

Pausing, you sigh; “people need to learn not to just give my number out to anyone,” you mumble to yourself, annoyed. Gojo watches you with a raised brow and amused glance, enjoying the way your face twists expressively while you talk to yourself.

Then, your eyes focus back on his. You try not to lose your train of thought when you remember just how blue they are. 

“Whatever,” you brush off, lowering your hand. “Just don’t call me ‘sweet cheeks’ and don’t text me either.”

“But why else would I have got your number?” Gojo asks, the question is genuine.

You just stare up at him. “Fine. Don’t text me unless you need something,” you concede before lowering your gaze. Your voice lowers and Gojo smiles as you start mumbling to yourself once more, moving to pocket your phone away. “Although, I don’t know why you would need to text me in the first place since—”

You halt at the feeling of a hand around your wrist, stopping you from putting your phone away as you stare up at Gojo in disbelief, lips left parted. He doesn’t bother to explain, simply using his other hand to pull your phone from your grasp and turn it towards him. You watch him with a stunned expression, mind not working quick enough to even ask him what he’s doing because all you can focus on is the way his fingers had felt against the skin of your wrist. His grip was so gentle, even if it had been enough to halt your movements, and his fingers were smooth and long.

The touch had sent shivers down your spine.

“There,” Gojo calls, smiling brightly as he turns your phone screen towards you. It takes you a moment, blinking, before you realize what he’d done.

He’d added himself as a contact, naming himself; Satoru <3

First name too?!?!

“That way you always know it’s me.” 

You flush, body jerking as you snatch your phone from his grasp, shaking your head. “Wh-what! Don’t…! Don’t just add a heart next to your name like that!”

“Why not?” Gojo asks, face in a pout as he genuinely asks you like he doesn’t understand. Your frazzled movements halt when you realize, arms falling to your sides with a huff before his pout is fading and being replaced by another shit-eating grin. You watch as Gojo goes to grab his own phone from his coat pocket, opening it and tapping at a few things before turning it to show you again.

There you see the both of yours short message threads before your eyes wander higher and then you see that he’s added you as a contact on his phone as well.

And….

Sweet Cheeks <3

That was it. You were confident. You’re going to kill him.

You feel hot and you know you probably look like a mess, wide eyed and lips parted once more as you turn to look at Gojo. Of course, he’s smiling–because why wouldn’t he be–and looks completely unbothered by it all. In fact, you’d reckon he even looks proud of himself.

But yet, when your lips part to argue, you find no words to say. You know you’re embarrassed, a little peeved at the annoying pet name, but you think about the way his hand had felt on you and the way that despite how he was too cocky for his own good, you liked the thought of having him as contact in your phone.

Even if that was the name he’d given himself.

Even if that was the name he’d given you. 

And even if there was a heart next to both of your names.

Shoulders falling, you submit; “fine,” you huff. “But just don’t think this means—”

“Y/N.”

You halt, instantly recognizing that voice.

You miss the way Gojo’s eyes zone in on your reaction, shoulders tensing and the expression on your face turning just slightly afraid as you let the words you’d been about to say disappear. The air suddenly grows tense, or maybe you’re imagining it–you’re not sure–but you feel your body stiffly moving to turn, meeting Sukuna’s eyes from across the hall.

His brows furrow when he meets your gaze, eyes hardening at the sight of Gojo behind you.

“What’re you doing talking to Gojo?”

You freeze, and you realize somewhere distant you should say something, but you don’t know what.

Then, an arm falls around your shoulder and a weight is pressed against your back.

“We were exchanging numbers,” Gojo calls out with a singing voice, lips stretched into that familiar wide grin. Though, and you think you might be imagining it, you swear it seems a bit more tight and forced than it had before. “Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You don’t miss the way he calls you by your first name.

Sukuna doesn’t either.

“Uh… y-yeah,” you force out, letting out an airy laugh that sounds more like a cough than anything. 

Sukuna’s face hardens, but the anger in his eyes is passing. With a simple shake of his head, he brushes off your words, before focusing back on meeting your gaze; “come on, Y/N. Let’s have lunch together.”

Oh.

Oh.

That’s right.

Maybe he will again. 

You’d been trying to win back Sukuna. Sukuna, your boyfriend. The boyfriend that had cheated on you with a girl who has had it out for you since middle school… Sukuna, whose hands have never felt as warm as the way Gojo’s had against yours just a few minutes ago; nor as soft, nor have they ever made you feel the way Gojo’s had.

“You should break up with him.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you force yourself to block out Geto’s words.

No, this was just silly. You’d already decided – you were going to win back Sukuna and that was that. Geto’s words didn’t matter and neither did Gojo’s hands; it was all just silly distractions you’d let yourself sink into because of your hurt.

You wanted to be with Sukuna and you wanted to win his feelings back.

And here he was inviting you for lunch. You’d be stupid to pass up the opportunity.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod, gently shrugging Gojo’s arm off of your shoulder and taking a step forward. “Okay,” you call out sweetly, smiling at Sukuna, it strengthens the second you see Sukuna instantly ease at your agreement. 

You offer Gojo a smile over your shoulder as you make your way to Sukuna, ignoring the frown on his face as you wave.

Then, you beam up at Sukuna.

He glances at Gojo behind you for a moment longer, before meeting your eyes. You try to make sure you don’t smile too wide or obnoxiously, trying to make sure you look pretty, head tilted as you bat your lashes at him and reach for his hand.

Reluctantly, Sukuna slips his hand into your own, not bothering to return your smile as he leads you into the cafeteria.

-

You watch Sukuna and Mei Mei with a barely concealed frown. 

When Sukuna had first invited you out, you’d thought he meant a date. You’d practically squealed of excitement in your bedroom, kicking your feet before hurriedly getting ready. You’d done your hair, made sure your makeup looked flawless, and dressed exactly how you knew Sukuna liked you to dress. The two of you hadn’t been on a date just the two of you in a long time, and the last time you’d tried… well. It hadn’t ended the way you thought you would.

Operation get Sukuna to fall for Y/N again seemed like it was going well if Sukuna was inviting you out for a date and you knew tonight was the perfect opportunity to up your charm and flirting to remind Sukuna why he’d asked you out in the first place.

Then, you’d shown up at the arcade only to see Sukuna already there with Mei Mei, Mahito and a few of his other friends.

And quickly, you realized your plan was already starting to be a complete and utter failure.

With nothing more than a simple ‘hey’, Sukuna had barely acknowledged your presence nor had he tried to hang with you at all since you’d arrived. You’d been here for an hour and the most attention you got from anyone was Mahito when he’d asked you if you’d watch his stuff for him; you believe his exact words had been ‘if you’re going to sit there like a loser all night, can you at least be helpful and watch my stuff?’.

So that’s what you’d done.

Honestly, you were impressed you were as collected as you were. You knew you should’ve just left, but the small hope that maybe Sukuna would notice you kept you there even as it got harder and harder not to cry. You didn’t want to seem like more of a loser though, so you forced the tears back; trying to ignore the racing thoughts that ran through your mind as you sat there, all dolled up for a guy who didn’t care about you at all.

You were starting to think you’d been wrong all along and maybe he never had.

Were you that undesirable? You’d thought you were a good girlfriend… you’d tried not to be too clingy, even if Sukuna said otherwise and you’d always tried to help him and support him in anything he needed. You tried to wear the things he liked and get into the stuff he was interested in. You went to every one of his games and cheered him on every time. And yet, he’d only ever seemed annoyed at everything you did.

Maybe you were that undesirable.

Maybe you’d never realized just how annoying and insufferable you really were.

Biting your lip, you decide that that’s all you can take for one night and if you don’t leave now, you’re going to cry in the middle of this arcade and that’ll only fuel your embarrassment more.

With one more longing look Sukuna’s way, to which you’re ignored again, you move to stand, grabbing your purse and pulling it over your shoulder as you move to walk away.

Except, the second you turn, you bump aggressively into someone and something cold pours over you.

Your lips part, eyes widening as you realize that it’s some sort of soda, most likely coke, that is now seeping into your blouse and sticking to your skin. Gasping, you glance up to see who you bumped into since it’s clearly becoming a habit of yours, only for your embarrassment to deepen the second you meet a familiar pair of dark eyes.

Geto Suguru stands in front of you, looking just as shocked as you. In his hands is an empty cup, the lid now on the ground by your feet.

You stare at him for a moment before you hear laughter.

It’s loud and piercing. Body stilling and muscles tensing, you glance over your shoulder only to see Sukuna, Mahito, Mei Mei and the rest of his friends all laughing at you. Mahito’s got a hand pressed to his stomach as he doubles over in laughter, the look in Mei Mei’s eyes is nothing short of cruel and when you finally turn to Sukuna, you feel like your heart breaks a little.

Even though you’re not surprised.

Of course he’d laugh at you.

You can’t stand to see the look on Geto’s face, already knowing what he must be thinking, as you quickly shove your way past him. Your feet work quickly to make your way out of the arcade, not hearing the sound of your name being called as you feel your eyes finally well up with the tears you’ve desperately tried to hold back all day. 

The second you’re out of the arcade, it all becomes too much. 

You don’t care at that moment that you’re no more covered than you would’ve been inside the arcade; it’s better than crying in front of Sukuna and… and Geto. 

Pressing your hands to your face, the reality of everything catches up to you and a sob pulls past your lips as your shoulders shake. You’re cold, sticky, you’re pretty sure your blouse is now see through thanks to the soda that had spilled all over you and you’re standing outside an arcade crying because of your boyfriend who cheated on you.

Everything was just so cruel.

You stand there for a moment more, lost in your own world you don’t hear the ding of the arcade doors open behind you or the footsteps that follow. It isn’t until something warm falls around your shoulders do you finally look up, turning your head to the right and blinking at the sight of Geto’s concerned eyes staring back at you. 

“Are you okay?” He asks gently, voice soft in the mix of silence and your sniffles. “I didn’t mean to spill my drink all over you like that.”

Swallowing thickly, you brush the tears on your cheeks, confused; “wh-what?”

“You ran out so quick,” he continues on, moving in front of you to grab the hoodie he’d draped around you and pull it tighter around you in the front. You watch as his hands reach for your own, taking your arms and tugging them through the sleeves of the hoodie before zipping it up until it hits the bottom of your chin. “I’m sorry I ruined your shirt.”

You’re stunned. Confused. You hadn’t expected him to run out after you nor did you expect sympathy. Sure, you didn’t know Geto that well, but you didn’t expect him to apologize for spilling his soda on you, especially when you bumped into him, nor did you expect him to give you his hoodie to cover and warm yourself up.

You stare back at him blankly.

Geto frowns at the tears in your eyes. “Ignore them. They’re idiots.”

He’s gesturing behind you at the arcade — to Sukuna and the rest of them.

You don’t glance back. You don’t want to see them still laughing.

“Why… why are you here?” You ask, voice small.

“I was babysitting,” he explains, “but their parents picked them up just before I bumped into you. I was… actually going to talk to you when you stood up suddenly.”

Oh. So that’s why he’d been right behind you.

“I’m sorry I bumped into you,” you mumble, selfishly enjoying the warmth his hoodie gives as you hug yourself. “And split your drink.”

Geto shakes his head. “You’re the one that got covered in it.”

And oddly, the comment makes you smile. You’re not sure why–maybe you’re losing your mind–but the way he says it so nonchalantly pulls a smile to your lips and a snot-filled giggle that is anything but attractive and you’re too upset to even care. 

Geto just laughs at himself; “you think it’s funny my drink spilled all over you?”

Meeting his eyes, you shrug; “I dunno.” Then, faltering, you glance at your feet. “I didn’t before. But maybe a little now.”

“Well… good,” Geto shrugs. “It was a little funny if I’m being honest.”

And the smile on his face tells you he’s just joking.

“Shut up,” you laugh.

An air of silence falls over the two of you then, and you shuffle on your feet.

“I’m gonna go home now,” you point to your left, the direction you’ll be walking. “I’ll wash and return your hoodie on Monday. Th… Thank you for giving it to me.” And you smile warmly, wanting him to know just how much you appreciate the favour.

Geto’s smile fades as he blinks down at you.

You offer a small wave and move to walk, but then a hand catches your arm.

Surprised, you glance back at Geto.

“I’ll walk you,” he offers.

Your eyes widen. “Oh! You… you don’t have to—”

“It’s okay,” he assures, somewhat urgently. “I don’t mind.”

“Okay…” you say slowly, not seeing the point in arguing. Besides, not walking home alone in the dark seemed like the better option anyway and if he was offering… still, why was he offering? “But… why?”

“Because,” he shrugs once more. And he hesitates and your heart twists because you don’t know if you can handle the answer if it’s because he feels pity for you.

And then he just smiles and it’s soft and gentle and it takes your breath away as you stare up at him.

“It’s late.”

[bitchimasnake-sss]

"i thought you got possessed-" ft. luffy!

ft. luffy x fem!reader

set-up: you're pms-ing and he is such a dumbass. but that doesn't mean he isn't out here being the bestest boy ever. (please excuse his dumbassery, he was dropped on his head as a child)

warnings: none! very wholesome lol

- please dont get confused, this man has no idea how periods work - like how is it humanly possible for you to bleed and then stay alive and kicking? seems made up tbh - one eventful evening (before you both started dating), you and nami had to sit him down and give him a long-ass biology lesson, explaining what the whole phenomenon is, what pms-ing is and yada-yada - before this, he firmly believed that every once a while a demon possessed you all (and he saw absolutely no issue with that, what a fucking icon) "ohhh" he's laughing, "so that's what it is? i thought you guys like got possessed" "excuse me?" nami's on the verge to hit him in the head again and you're wondering if the constant hits are the reason luffy's braincells are (half) dead "i see, i see. i get it now" - he lied, he still doesn't quite get it - but its fine - so, it is just another random tuesday and (post-dating) you know syou love luffy. but holy shit, if he yelled "YN DOLPHIN!! LOOK LOOK A DOLPHIN! SUGEEEEEE" and giggled again, you might yell at him. you really do love him but if he stole your food one more time, you're convinced you might smack him too. "luffy" your voice was unusually low, devoid of any warmth, "stop that." "whatt" he whined, grinning afterwards as he scooped up more food from your plate "luffy. i said STOP IT." your voice rose higher and silence hung uncomfortably over the dinner table - luffy just looks at you dumbfounded - the way you're fisting your hand on the table and looking at him has the crew afraid that youre gonna murder the captain in cold blood - well, i mean ur considering the possibility too, so, you mumble a half-ass apology and return back to your room to be alone - lying against the soft sheets, you can smell the citrus detergent and oh boy, now you feel guilty - i mean god, that's luffy, that was nothing out of the ordinary for him. why did you yell at him? fuck, are you a horrible girlfriend?? - oh boy, now the tears are welling up too - "yn?" luffy whispers as he slips into the room, closing the door behind him and now you're really crying - i mean look at him, why did you yell at him? - "im so sorry, i don't know why i yelled at you, that was so shitty of me-" "hey, it's okay" he's hugging you tight, "you did nothing wrong, i can be a little bit dumb sometimes. i should have not taken your food" "what? no, i am not mad about that. i, i dunno-" you sniff, "maybe i'm just pms-ing?" "huh??" - took a while for him to remember but now that you've jogged up his memory, he looks so guilty, so, he spends the entire evening apologizing and offering you food, he even promises that he wouldn't point out dolphins every time he sees them (you had to reassure him that he can continue doing that)

- but now onwards, this lovely himbo tries to keep in check what he's saying, often giving you a lingering look as if asking "this is fine right?"

- but now you've got your personal defender!! - ussop made a joke and you're not laughing (because it wasn't that funny tbh) and luffy is ready to smack ussop and tell him to "not annoy" you. zoro is being dumb and luffy can see it on your face that he's pissing you off lowkey, so, he will actually tell zoro to not be a dick - mf just starts picking up fights left and right for your sake and now you have to give him another long ass lesson to make it stop - ps: he does not stop. - this man turns into a chihuahua, anything bothering you must be struck down. - very, very observant from now on too. he needs to make sure you're feeling good - also asked sanji to make your favourite desert - he just loves you so much and wants you to be as comfortable as possible (still doesn't know how female anatomy works though-)

a/n: omg i luv him such a dumbass

zoro's link <3 sanji's link <3

[skyesdaisys]

Hi! Love your work, could you write a dick Grayson fanfic abt him and a quiet female reader warming up to each other (set between season 1 and 2)?

yes, of course!!!! god, i've wanted to write for titans on here so bad i just didn't have the inspo so thank you<333

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talk to him

titans dick grayson x fem!reader

sunmary: you weren't exactly much of a people person. especially since you were 1 of 2 adults living in a huge tower in san francisco, watching over 3 kids you don't really talk to outside of training. and the only other adult being closed off so who knows what'll happen when he decides to talk to you out of no where

cw: not much, there's just some fluff with a teaspoon of angst because of communication issues (they both suck at small talk and beyond)

a/n: idc what anyone says about this show, it's given me so much comfort and a lot of fun and likable characters. so i'm so glad i can write for them as long as you guys send requests for them. as well as other characters from other shows like yellowjackets and etc. also i love dick grayson, even though he can be a bit annoying in this show (that i can admit) but he's hot so ajsjfndmfmf. also, i'm sorry it took sooooo long, writers block got to me badly these past few months, so i apologize if it's cringey and awkward. but i do give the benefit the doubt here because this story is suppose to be like that (also the fact i'm projecting my "bad at small talk" trait here). two grown adults that can't seem to have a normal conversation, like at all

after the trigon incident you were dragged in by circumstance, you were the only other adult to volunteer to help dick with... whatever he was doing. you didn't have any life to go back to anyways, and you made a connection to everyone else so why part ways and it be unlikely to see them again. sure, you weren't particularly close with the kids, but, what are you supposed to do in order to bond with them? so that left dick in titans tower, but he wasn't as much of a talker as you outside of training.

everyday for the past few weeks have been, eat, train, sleep, repeat on a loop, no 'how was your day' questions, because the days are always the same so there wasn't any point of asking. and you could tell the kids were getting bored of it, very fast, and you could not blame them. being stuck in a repeating pattern with nothing else happening started getting old after the first couple weeks. so, you didn't really know how long it would take til something changed, it couldn't be like this forever.

during this time, you admired the grayson from afar, he was attractive, what else could you say? you weren't an idiot. and you also were aware of his previous entanglements with kory and you didn't wanna be involved in that. and, well... you felt like a teenage girl having a crush on a guy who was going through some shit, so it was better not to bother him.

and not being much of a talker doesn't make the conversation about feelings be any better. like, maybe this was attraction and nothing more? you were aware of the difference between liking someone physically and liking them emotionally (specifically in a romantic sense). but even as you admired him, you learn things about him, paying attention to the little things. deep down, he cared for other people, if he didn't, he wouldn't have taken rachel in and helped her, and he wouldn't have done the same for gar or jason either. people just have their own way of showing their love and care.

but your admiring wasn't exactly subtle. rachel had noticed it when you were looking at dick from across the room, talking with jason. the roth wasn't sugarcoating anything when it came to this, "you keep staring, you're probably gonna be capable of shooting lazers from your eyes." and you knew she was joking around but she caught you by surprise, making you face the young girl. "why is it any of your business?"

"because it's kind of sad seeing you pine for him like this." she points out, "and also, gar and jason made a bet whether or not you'd confess. we have eyes, you know?" and she lightly bumped your shoulder with hers with a smile on her face, "and i'm sure dick feels the same way, though he's not very good of showing it."

"that is ridiculous." you shake your head, "one, i don't like him. not like that. i just think he's cool."

"are you sure about that?" the roth rose her eyebrow, "talk to him." but you were not moving from where you were so rachel decided to take matters into her own hands, she then gave you a push (a literal one) towards him, and now you couldn't run away. all you could say was, "hey..."

"hey." he responded. jason just stood there awkwardly in between the two of you, "okay, well uh—" he pretends to look at a watch that's not even on his wrist, "look at the time, i must be going." and he had immediately ran out of there before dick tried to stop him. there was an silent pause and you were trying to figure out what to say, but before you could, he asks, "do you want some coffee?" all you did was nod. after that, there was even more silence, you two haven't had a conversation that wasn't training related in like, a while. it just felt like you were both strangers who didn't know each other nor were you fond of one another.

"you're just as bad at small talk as i am, huh?" you finally had spoken up. and dick just shook his head, "i don't know what you're talking about, i know how to make small talk."

"oh really?" you rose up your eyebrow, "okay mr. 'i know how to make small talk', what do you wanna talk about? and please, don't let it be training related. because if i have to hear you talk about that one more time, my head is gonna explode." you tried to look irritated, but he could notice a small smile on your face. then he immediately went into the 'deep, emotional' stuff, "you never told me why you came here. you just did, and i'm surprised you stuck around as long as you have."

you answered it anyway, because why not, "well, it's not like i have anywhere else to go." you set down your drink, making direct eye contact at him, "besides, the second i got here, and realized how big this place is and i have my own room... what, did you expect me to pass it up?" and you ended up making him laugh, which was surprising, "what is so funny, i'm just being honest." you were unsure why he was laughing, so you just took a sip of your coffee. he explained, "your honesty is refreshing, that's all."

"really?" and he nodded as a reply. you just sighed, taking your coffee and leaving. it's not like you had anything else to talk about and just sitting there would make it more awkward, so you just left. does it make it any less weird? absolutely not.

you guys didn't talk much after in the next few days, up until you decided to play hero on solo when you see a woman getting mugged by this guy in a mask. it was like one of the many movie cliches that you see brought into reality.

too bad it didn't turn out like expected, where you got shot in the leg. thankfully, the kids were able to track you down and bring you to the infirmary, gar was trying his best to patch you up and rachel was there for emotional support. as for jason... there wasn't much else he can do than just stand watch, up until dick had walked in with a worried expression, and the three teens immediately rushed out of there as soon as he walked in the room. you could've left if you wanted too but, obviously you couldn't.

"jesus fuck, you could've gotten yourself killed, what were you thinking?" all of his emotions were being let out in that moment, it was the most emotion you've seen him express towards you in like... ever. yet you couldn't help but be a bit sarcastic, "yeah, keep yelling... it's not like i'm literally a few feet away from you or whatever."

dick sat on the edge of the bed and started to explain, "sorry, it's just... when i heard what happened, i didn't know how to feel, or express it correctly." he gently set his hand on your injured leg, softly, "just if anything happened to you, i—"

"i'm tougher than you think, grayson." you reassured him, and you noticed a tiny smile creeping up on his face.

"i know it's just... i don't wanna lose anyone else."

you lean up a bit to set your hand on his shoulder, "i'm not going anywhere, dick." you then stopped for a second as you come to realize, "and we just had a conversation that didn't involve small talk. maybe i should get myself hurt more often." you were obviously joking at that last part, but dick's reaction to it was priceless, "i'm kidding. you are just... not what i expected."

"the feeling is mutual."

a part of you wanted to kiss him, that it felt right, but another part was saying how the timing of it all wasn't. and maybe these feelings you're having are actually real. because now, there was something in your heart that was growing that wasn't just admiration, and it felt weird, but a good weird.

maybe when the timing is right, they'll get to it, but until then, your growing friendship in the moment is enough for now.

[https-milo]

Hi I was wondering if u could do a shinsou x reader x tamaki story (either separately or poly) where reader is on her period and having very bad cramps and is having a lot of mood swings

my period is bouta hit soon I can feel her presence </3 THANKS FOR THE REQUEST!!

AW, CRAMP!

Hitoshi Shinso x reader, Tamaki Amajiki x reader

(F/S) = Favorite snack

Summary Headcanons and oneshots with Shinso and Amajiki (separate)

m. list

HITOSHI SHINSO

He wouldn't ignore you per se

HOWEVER.

If you're unessccesarily mean to him, his ass WILL make you take a breather

He'll leave the room and come back with your comfort food and favorite drink, along with chocolates and a heated blanket

But before you can get them, you HAVE to apologize

Once you do, expect some quality time with him <3

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE WOULD YOU?" You shouted angrily at your boyfriend as you were curled in your bed. You hadn't moved from that position all day and Shinso was getting worried.

Taken aback, your boyfriend rolled his eyes, "Ok, see you later." He didn't bother turning back as he left the room. You started to cry. Your eyes were puffy and snot was dripping down your face but you couldn't stop crying.

"I'm so stupid! He- he- he hates me!" You sobbed loudly, curling into your balled position tighter. It had only been 10 minutes since he left, but you were feeling terribly guilty. You heard a deep sigh behind you and saw your purple-haired boyfriend with a plastic bag from the cornerstone.

"I don't hate you, babe," He sighed and sat beside you in the bed. He pulled you from your depressive curl and laid your head against his chest, not caring for the mess of snot and tears that now covered his hoodie. "I left so we wouldn't fight over something like this. Neither of us would want to say something we regret later, hmm?" He stroked your hair gently and your tears slowly stopped flowing.

"I- I'm so sorry, 'Toshi," You sniffled. "I shouldn't have been so mean."

"You're fine, princess. Don't worry. I bought you some stuff," He replied with a casual shrug. He grabbed the bag from beside him and showed you the contents. Your favorite drink, food, snacks, and chocolates were all in there. "I also warmed your heated blanket up while we were arguing." He pulled said blanket from the foot of the bed where you hadn't even noticed it.

"You're too good for me," You sobbed as you stuffed your face with (F/S).

He sighed again and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, "Shhhh, pretty baby, it's okay."

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

He's tweaking out more than you especially if you raise your voice at him

He calls Hado immediately after you have a mood swing

He gets a bunch of products she recommended

He also makes sure to tidy your room so you don't cry about it being messy (has happened before)

He gets scared :(

"You hate me!" You sobbed as you threw one of the stuffed animals he had gifted you at him. He dodged it easily and tensed immediately at your aggression.

"W-what?" He asked confused. "I don't hate you."

"Yes you do! I can feel it!" You replied.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about... I'm sorry if I made you upset," He said sincerely.

You sobbed harder, "You're too good for me! Get out!" You sobbed loudly and shoved your face into your pillow as you clutched your stomach in pain.

"O-okay," Tamaki replied as he sadly left the room. As soon as he closed your door, he pulled out his phone and called Nejire. Twenty minutes later, he returned with MULTIPLE heated blankets, chicken wings, ibuprofen AND Tylenol, chocolate, and vitamins. "Hado-chan said a lot of things... so I got them all." He walked over to your bed humbly and hesitantly, worried you'd explode at him again.

You sniffled and gratefully pulled him into bed with you, embracing him tightly and apologizing profusely. "I love you so much, Tama."

He let out a breath of relief, "I'm glad. You- you're the love of my life."

"And you're mine," You said as you took the pain reliever he brought and started eating the wings.

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Thank you so much for reading <3

[httpisaoki]

urs ft. kim minjeong

sypnosis: minjeong was your best friend. she was always the one who supported you in every way possible, even if that meant hurting her in the process.

warnings: crying, angst, slight argument w ning, forbidden love? joke it's unrequited love, minjeong loving silently hshsh, it's giving backburner by niki tbh, one-sided love

-> part three of the chrome hearts series. inspired by urs by niki. same universe as juliet's tears.

tryna find where your head is but I'm losing myself in the process you're bad for my health all the good nights are they hidden goodbyes in disguise I never know you come see me only when I ask first

kim minjeong was the most introverted person you've ever met. ever since you were children, playing in the park, doodling on your workbooks, laughing at each other's stupidity, you've grown closer than ever. you met her in the park, meeting her quiet cries when she scraped her knee, so you decided to help her. and since that day, 12 years ago, you were best friends.

it was another Friday, and minjeong had to stop by to see you in the library after her classes. she finds you in your usual spot, peacefully writing something in your notebook. but before she can walk over to your cubicle, the sight of a certain person stops her. it was ningning-- your roommate who is also one of your exes, and one of the reasons why she gave her shoulder for you to cry on. she heard you sigh, your eyes meeting ning's.

it broke her heart whenever she saw you in pain, but she had to do something. she couldn't bare seeing you heartbroken. ning speaks up, "please. yn-- just let me prove myself with dinner, yeah?" minjeong's facial expression was filled with disgust. ningning didn't have the right to even speak with you-- not after what she did. annoyed, minjeong walks over to your side, blocking ning's view of you. "yah, yizhou, leave her alone." her voice filled with coldness. 

ningning scoffed, "what's it to you? mind your own damn business, kim." her voice full of rage.

her words caused minjeong's eyes to narrow. they were standing inches apart, breathing heavily. her voice was filled with anger, "i think it's very much my business, yizhou. just leave, okay?"

ningning smirked, raising her hands in the air in a form of surrender, sarcastically, she says, "alright. fine. but I'm always going back for her." the chinese girl softly glances to you, before finally looking at minjeong, "I'll do anything for her to be back in my arms."

her words made you furious. the audacity of this woman to even speak like this to you-- when she hasn't even apologized yet for all the pain she put you through. ning kept looking at you, as if waiting for your response, but you decided not to give her one.

minjeong glares at ning with all her might. "you're pathetic. i hope you stay away from her, you horrible person."

out of the cold facade minjeong built up, her heart sank. ningning knew how much she still loved you. she sighed, her fists clenched. ning spoke again, "i'm going to treat her better this time. i'll fix myself. but you wouldn't want to hear that, would you?" the girl spoke with a slight smirk.

minjeong scoffed quietly, not letting ning see her anger. "i don't care what you'll do to fix yourself, whether you'll actually treat her good this time. i just want you to stay away from her." her voice was filled with anger, but she hid it, instead choosing to hide the fact that she was about to scream. she was shaking, tears burning her eyes.

the feel of your hand rubbing hers makes minjeong glance up at you, you give her a light smile, causing all the tension in her body to relax. you were always the one who knew how to calm her down, you were always why she calmed down. your gaze shifts to yizhou, with a sigh, "just leave, yizhou. don't bother us anymore." 

ningning gave up trying to make minjeong change her mind. she muttered "fine" in chinese before finally walking away. minjeong sighs in relief, her hands shaking. "she's finally gone." she looks up at you, and her eyes widen. she was trying to hide her tears. she quickly wiped her tears away with her arm, hoping you wouldn't notice her crying.

you noticed her small sniffles, your eyes filled with worry, "yah, why are you crying?" with a soft smile.

her face flushed red, her cheeks still burning. she tried to keep her tears back as she gave you a half smile, "it's nothing." she was embarrassed to admit that she was still shaken by ning's presence. a wave of relief overcame her, her eyes finally releasing all the tears she was holding back.

you quickly pull her closer to you, engulfing her in a comforting hug. "shhh," you softly say, wiping off her tears for her. 

minjeong's face rested against your chest, her breaths shaking. she was still trying to fight her tears, but the overwhelming comfort you gave her made her give up. the only sound that could be heard was her muffled cries on your chest.

she hesitated before speaking up. "i..." she looked away from you, as if she couldn't look you in the eyes if she spoke the truth. tears filled her eyes once more, and she finally took in a breath before speaking.

"i just didn't want her to hurt you again. the way she was talking just now? i don't know... it just felt like she wanted to hurt you." she continued wiping away her tears. "i don't know what she's planning. but it feels like she knows how much she hurt you."

her words caused minjeong's heart to tear in half. she was still shaking from anger, but after her words, her anger faded away, revealing the sadness beneath it. minjoong buried her face in your chest, your comforting embrace comforting her. "what if she's telling the truth?" the mere possibility that ning was going to change was already putting her off. she still had a lingering sense of anger towards your ex.

you shake your head, "I'm sure even if she tried again and again," you give her a soft smile, "I wouldn't go back to her." 

minjeong smiled at your words, knowing how much of a lie that was but she chose to ignore it. she’d always choose to ignore the fact that you were willing to go back to yizhou even if it meant killing you. 

she’d choose to stay by your side, supporting you, and hiding what she felt until you finally notice the way she stares at you, the constant pining, and how much she'd willingly stay with you. She’ll stay as long as it takes, she’d be willing to wait until you were ready. 

even if you saw her as a friend, it’s sad to say, but she was already yours.

the best at being the worst but fuck sake I'm already yours, sad to say I'm already yours

masterlist.

[mymindcreatedthis]

Bet with Kerr 18+

Reader x Sam Kerr

Warning: Smut, Daddy kink, Dirty talk, R doming Sam, Sam Receiving, Rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, leg trapping, Blow Job, Throat pie, bonus tit fuck from Georgia Stanway, tit fuck, facial, cum shot, clit teasing, squirting, hair pulling, Positions: Missionary, On Side, Doggy, Reverse Cowgirl

Word count: 6.4k

Not proof read, so I apologize if there’s any mistakes.

*Y/n's pov*

It was game day today, we were playing Australia, Me and Sam have been texting back and forth all morning talking mad trash to each other.

Sam: I would easily score 4 goals on you love.

Me: Bullshit, I'll steal the ball from you and make you watch as I score on your team.

Sam: Well yeah of course I'd be watching 😂 watching you fail 😂

Me: Wow that's harsh. You think I would fail to score on you?

Sam: Oh shush. You're the one who started this argument.

Me: Yeah right, you're a cocky player love. I'm gonna put you in your place when we play each other.

Sam: Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try 😉 good luck Paige.

Me: Yeah yeah yeah. You're the one who's gonna lose.

Sam: fine! Let's make a bet!

Me: I'm listening.

Sam: okay fine, first one to get 3 goals, wins, the Winner gets to do whatever they want sexually to the loser.

Me: Aww is Sam Kerr in love with me?

Sam: Shut up. I am not, do you agree to the bet or not?

Me: Yes I'll take you on that bet.

Sam: Okay bet.

Me: Bet.

I turn off my phone and set it off to the side. I sigh and rub my face, Georgia notices this.

"What's Wrong Y?" Georgia asks.

Me and Georgia are best friends. She is the only one who is allowed to call me Y. Truth is I've been sexually frustrated and have had trouble getting a release for the past 3 days.

"Kerr and I made a bet. Winner gets to do whatever they want sexually to the loser." I say.

Georgia looks at me confused. "Okay? And I mean what's wrong with that? I don't see the issue."

"I haven't been able to.... You know in the past 3 days." I say. I was embarrassed to say it.

I was hoping she knew what I was talking about. Georgia looks at me confused.

"But no nut November is over." She giggles.

I giggle at her joke. "N-No I know that. I um am having trouble cumming." I say, rubbing the back of my neck and looking away in embarrassment.

"Well that's nothing to be embarrassed about." Georgia says, she pauses for a moment. "D-Do you want help with that?"

I look at her eyes wide and blushing. "W-What?"

Georgia giggles as I blush darkly at her comment. "I said do you want help with your boner babe?" She asks again.

"I-I uh I mean are you sure? I don't want to bother you with it." I say.

"Yes babe. I'll help you out with your boner, you need a release. You've been needing to cum for 3 days, let me help you." Georgia says.

I blush darkly and nod. Georgia takes off her shirt and bra and lays on the bed. I get the hint, I take off my shorts and boxers. Once my boxers are off my boner springs out and at attention.

Georgia giggles and sexily motions me over with her finger. I smirk and join her on the bed. "Come on Y/n." Georgia says and grabs her boobs. "Fuck my tits."

"Well that may have been the hottest thing I've heard." I say as I straddle Georgia's Sternum.

Once I'm straddling Georgia Sternum I stroke my dick until I'm hard then lay my dick in between her boobs. The brunette then grasps her tits and wraps them around my Dick then I start slowly sliding my dick in between Georgia tits.

"Does that feel good Y/n?" Georgia innocently questions.

"Fucking incredible." I say as I continue to fuck her tits.

As I keep fucking her tits Georgia starts talking Dirty to me which is really hot. It also makes me cum a lot faster than I thought it would.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I question.

"Just cum on me." Georgia says.

I nod and continue to fuck Georgia's tits. I moan loudly as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Mmm someone's close huh? Hehe you gonna bust your load all over me? You gonna shoot ropes of cum all over my tits and face?" Georgia questions and talks seductively.

I moan and continue to fuck her tits, Georgia continues to talk dirty as she keeps her tits wrapped around my dick. I moan loudly in pleasure after 2 more minutes I feel my balls tighten.

Cumshot/Facial:

I moan and bust my load all over her tits and face. Cum coats her tits, k moan as cum oozes and spurts onto her face coating her forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, lips, and eyes some even goes in her hair and in her mouth.

Georgia giggles as I cum. "Hehe that's it Y. Let it out."

I moan, Georgia slowly strokes my dick with her tits helping me ride out my high. The last of my cum spurting and oozing onto her face and tits.

"Mmmm hehe good girl." Georgia says.

I blush darkly at her comment. "T-Thank you."

Georgia giggles and kisses me. "Mmm you're welcome. Now let's get ready."

I smile and nod. I help her get cleaned up and then clean myself up. We brush our teeth again, we brush our teeth and then change into our kits. We put our shoes on and grab our bags, we grab our phones, wallets and key cards and leave the room and down the conference room we get lunch and then head to the stadium.

We go to our locker room, and the go out onto the field and start stretching. Australia was already on the field and were glaring at us, fuck if looks could kill we'd definitely be dead by now.

We finish stretches, and start the game. Both teams immediately start going for the ball, Sam gets the ball she nut megs Keira and runs up the field with the ball. She slams her foot into the ball, the ball flies past Mary and goes into the back corner of the next.

1-0, Sam looks at me she smirks and winks at me. I shake my head, wow she was extremely cocky. Made me want to fuck her even more. We get back into our positions and continue the game. Georgia gets the ball and passes it to me, I nut meg Sam. I get to the goal, I nutmeg Mackenzie Arnold and smash the ball into the back of the net.

1-1, I look at Sam I smirk and wink at her. Sam bites her lip and smiles. We continue the game, Sam and I continue to score goals. The score was now tied 2-2, we continue playing. Sam tires to nutmeg me but I steal the ball from her and run up the field with the ball. I smash my foot into the ball and the ball flies past Mackenzie Arnold and into the of the net.

Sam blushes and acts pissed but she's smiling a bit. I smirk, I look at her and wink at her as I had just won our bet. The game ends and we end up winning 4-2.

We shake hands with Australia and tell them good game. I get to Sam, she shakes my hand and grabs my ass. I blush as she does this, Sam giggles. "Good game babe. I'll text you my room later here in a bed. Come to mine at 12 am." Sam says.

I smirk and nod. "Okay babe, see you then." Sam giggles and nods, and walks away Australia goes back to their locked room while some of the players stay on the field and sign some stuff for the fans.

Sam was off in the corner signing some stuff for fans. She takes off her jersey, I bite my lip and check out her toned body and abs. Fuck she looked so good in a sports bra, I bite my lip as I think about her tits and fucking them.

she signs her jersey and gives it to a little girl. I smile as I watch her do this, the little girl light us and hugs her. Sam smiles and hugs her back. They take a picture together, I smile I get an idea and walk over to them. I take off my jersey and give it to Sam so she could at least get a bit over privacy, Sam smiles and blushes a bit. She thanks me and puts my jersey on.

I smile and hug Sam. "You look so fucking good in a sports bra. You've been a good girl baby, I think you deserve 4 creampies later." I whisper in her ear.

Sam blushes darkly. "F-Four?"

I smirk. "Yes baby, five. Even though you lost I'll still reward you, you played a really good game."

Sam cutely giggles and smiles. "Thank you baby, so did you." Sam whispers back.

"You look amazing in my jersey." I whisper.

Sam blushes. "Thank you. Later can you bring your clothes. After we're done fucking, I want to wear your clothes and keep them as a reminder of the girl who fucked me."

I smile and nod blushing a bit at her comment. "Of course." I smile and kiss her cheek and walk away. I grab my stuff and head back to the locker room. I strip my clothes and shower, I dry up and get changed into new clothes.

I grab my things and get on the bus. Soon the rest of the girls get on the bus and we head back to the hotel. Us and Australia were staying in the same hotel. We get to the hotel and I go up to my room.

I set my bag off to the side, I take off my shoes and plop onto the bed. I grab my phone, I set an alarm and end up falling asleep. I sleep for 5 hours and then wake up to my alarm. The game was at 1 pm and it was now 6 pm.

We had the option to get room service. I call the lobby and place my order, 45 minutes later my food shows up.

*Sam's pov*

Katrina and I go back to our room. "Hey Gorry." I say. Katrina looks over at me.

"What's up?" Katrina asks.

I was coloring with Harper. I cover Harper's ears, "Is there any way you can stay with Kyra and Charli for the night? Y/n is coming over and you know." I say trialing off.

Katrina smirks. "Yeah, sure. I can stay there for the night. Please don't fuck in my bed."

I giggle at her comment. "We won't, we'll be in my bed."

Katrina nods. I uncover Harper's ears, she was oblivious to what was being said cause she was still coloring as I was covering her ears. Katrina smiles and kisses Harper's head.

"Harper. We're gonna pack our bags and go to older sissy's room." Katrina says.

Harper cheers. "Yay Kyra!"

I giggle, they pack their things and leave the room. It was 10:30 pm. I sigh, fuck I was so horny. I kept counting down the hours and minutes waiting for Y/n to be here.

She looked so sexy in her sports bra. Fuck she had so many tattoos, her abs, chest, arms and legs were covered in tattoos. So were her hands and fingers. She was built like my mate Millie.

I lay down in my bed and turn on the tv. I was chilling out in my sports bra and Boxers, I smile when there was a knock on the door. I look through the peephole and see Y/n.

I open the door, she smirks when she sees me in my sports bra and boxers. "Sexy choice of clothing babe."

I blush at her comment and let her in.

I smirk and slap her ass, Y/n giggles and jumps as I slap her ass and blushes darkly. I giggle, I close the door behind her and lock it.

Y /n sets her clothes to the side and immediately pins me against the door and makes out with me. I immediately start kissing back, I lower my hand and rub her bulge over her shorts. Y/n moans in the kiss as I do this.

I smile against her lips. I moan and gasp as Y/n breaks the kiss, she kisses and suck on my neck. I moan as she marks my neck and claims me.

She kisses from my neck down to my chest. She leaves hickys on my chest. Y/n slips off my sports bra and tosses it off to the side. Y/n picks me up and kisses and sucks on my tits, I moan in pleasure as she does this.

Y/n walks us over to my bed and lays me on the bed. I make out with her and squeeze her ass, Y/n moans in the kiss as I squeeze her ass. I take off her shirt and sports bra and litter them on the floor next to the bed. 

Y/n pauses for a second. "I know we made a bet. Are you sure about this?" She asks making sure this is what I wanted.

I smile and nod. "Yes babe. I'm sure."

Y/n smiles and nods. Y/n kisses from my chest down to my stomach/ abs. I moan and run my fingers though her hair as she kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys.

She smirks and licks my abs and scratches them, I moan and get even more wet as she does this. This was a major turn on for me. Y/n kisses from my abs down to my Boxers, she kisses my pussy over my boxers. I moan as she does this.

"Y-Y/n... P-Please." I moan.

Y/n smirks and looks at me as she rubs my pussy over my boxers. "Please what baby?" She asks.

"Please stop teasing... I-I need you." I moan, begging for her touch. I was soaking wet and needed a release. 

Y/n smirks, she slides my boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side. I moan as she licks my folds, Y/n giggles and swipes her finger up my folds collecting some of my juices on her finger.

"Fuck baby, you're soaking wet." Y/n says.

"Mmm all for you daddy." I say.

I moan as Y/n licks my folds. She smirks, she slips in a finger and slowly fingers me as she eats me out. I moan and run my fingers through her hair. Y/n locks eyes with me as she fingers me faster and continues to eat me out.

Fuck that's so sexy, I've never had a girl lock eyes with me while eating me out before. I could cum just from that alone, Y/n slips in a second finger and continues to go to town on my pussy fingering me faster and eating me out.

I moan, I rest my legs on her shoulders and wraps my thighs around her head. I roughly massage my tits and slowly grind against her face and fingers as she continues to eat me out and finger me.

"F-Fuck.... Mmm fuck right there just like that." I moan in pleasure.

I moan loudly in pleasure and grip the sheets as Y/n fingers me faster as she continues to eat me out. I moan as she rolls her tongue on my clit adding different amounts of pressure.

"Holy shit, Fuck daddy." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n sucks on my clit as she fingers me faster. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"Fuck....Y/n baby I'm gonna cum." I moan.

Y/n continues to suck on my clit and fingers me even faster than before. I can't take it anymore, I cum all over Y/n's fingers, face, and chin. Y/n helps me ride out my high.

Y/n smirks, she takes her fingers out of me. Y/n licks and sucks my juices off her fingers and wipes my juices off her face. Y/n comes back up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

"Mmm you taste amazing baby." Y/n says.

I smile and kiss her. "Fuck you really know how to eat a girl out." I mutter panting and trying to catch my breath.

"Breathe baby, catch your breath. We will continues  once you get your breath back." Y/n smirks teasing my folds with her fingers.

I moan as she does this. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." I moan.

*Y/n's Pov*

Fuck Sam was super wet. I smirk and tease her folds as she tries to catch her breath. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." Sam cutely moans.

I giggle. "Sorry baby."

Sam catches her breath and flips us around. She was on top now. "Your turn now, I wanna get a taste of that dick."

Sam kisses me deeply, I smile in the kiss and kiss her back. Sam breaks the kiss and kisses my neck. I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving a few hickys. I moan as she leaves some hickys on my neck.

I moan as she leaves hickys on my neck claiming me. Fuck I really wanted her to claim me and make me hers. Sam kisses my neck down to my chest.

Sam kisses and sucks in my chest and boobs leaving hickys. I moan in pleasure as she does this.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Sam kisses my chest down to my toned stomach and abs. She kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys, I moan in pleasure as she does this and run my fingers through her hair. Sam's hair was in a ponytail, I take the hair tie out of her hair and let her hair down.

"Mmm sexy." I say.

Sam giggles and kisses my bulge over my shorts, I moan as she does this, she playfully tugs at the waist band of my shorts silently asking for permission. I nod, Sam slides my shorts and boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side.

My dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement. "Wow baby you're huge." Sam says measuring my dick with her forearm.

I blush darkly at her comment. "T-Thanks." I stutter a bit.

Sam licks her palm, she wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick. I moan as she does this.

"Mm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Sam giggles and strokes my dick a bit faster, I moan in pleasure once I'm hard Sam takes my dick in her mouth and slowly bobs her head.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Sam hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster as she starts playing with my balls. I moan in pleasure and run my fingers through her hair.

"Mmm shit." I moan.

The tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, I moan and hold her hair up in a pony tail as she continues to give me head.

"F-Fuck." I moan as she bobs her head faster. "Fuck Sam, just like that." I moan.

Sam sucks the soul out of my dick and bobs her head faster and massages my balls, I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Sam baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Sam continues to give me head, I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

Throat pie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Sam chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth, Sam swallows my load and sucks me dry. Sam collects every last of my cum.

My dick falls from her mouth, Sam smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum. Some of my cum drips down her chin.

I smile and rub her chin. "Swallow my cum baby."

Sam smiles and swallows my cum. "Mmm daddy you taste good." Sam says.

I smile, and blush at her comment and her nick name. I grab the condom and the pill off the night stand but Sam takes it from me and throws them away.

"No pill and no condom." Sam says seductively.

I giggle and bite my lip. "Fucking hell that might've been the hottest thing I've heard."

Sam giggles, she joins me on the bed Sam lays on her side and scoots her ass back against me. Sam lifts her ass cheek up a bit.

I smirk and slide my dick Inside her wet pussy, I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. Sam moans as she takes my length deep inside her. I moan, I rest my head against hers and massage her tits as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Such a good girl." I tease her.

"Mmm fuck, all for you." Sam moans In pleasure.

I smirk and look into her eyes full of lust, as I continue to thrust in and out of her. I lift her leg up a bit as I thrust in and out of her tight wet pussy faster and faster.

Sam moans and looks deep into my eyes. "Mmm I've been such a naughty girl. Mmm fuck." Sam moans seductively.

I moan and thrust into her faster and faster, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Sam moans and looks deep into my eyes as I continue to fuck her brains out.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Sam squeaks out with each thrust. Sam's mouth hangs open, her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to pound her pussy.

Sam moans and screams in pleasure as I hit her g spot. "Ahhh I'm gonna squirt." Sam moans in pleasure. I hold her leg up and thrust into her faster and harder, her boobs bounce up and down as I continue to fuck her.

I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb. Sam legs lean against mine. "Oh fuck." Sam shouts as she squirts like crazy all over the bed and sheets.

I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy, Sam moans and shudders as I do this. I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continues to hold her leg up as I thrust in n's out of her harder and faster.

"Mmm fuck it feels so good." Sam cries out in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Ahhh I'm close." I moan.

"Me too." Sam moans.

I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting Sam know that I'm close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me. Cum in me." Sam moans begging for my load as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"S-Sam baby I'm gon-" I try to warn in her in time but I'm unable too.

Creampie #1:

I moan in pleasure and bust my load deep inside her. Sam moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck there's so much cum." Sam moans in pleasure.

I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss as the last of my cum oozes inside her. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum oozes out of her and drips down her thigh and onto the bed. "Fuck there's so much cum deep inside me." Sam moans in pleasure as my cum oozes inside her.

I smile and kiss her. "Mmm fuck baby, your pussy feels like heaven." I moan.

Sam giggles and kisses back. "Mmm you have amazing dick game."

"Yeah?" I ask laughing a bit.

"Yeah you can really make a girl cum." Sam says panting and trying to catch her breath.

Sam catches her breath, I smirk and lay her in Missonary. I rub my dick through her folds. I slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick.

"Mmm tell me when to move baby." I moan in pleasure

Sam nods, she takes a moment to adjust to my size. "Mmm fuck I thought you were big in my mouth but you feel even bigger inside me."

I smirk, I lean down and kiss her. Sam kisses back. "M-Move." Sam moans.

I rest my head against Sam's  and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

*Sam's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rest my head against hers.

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before.

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet.

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out.

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure.

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck.

Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moan and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release.i moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets.

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperate needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go.

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming. "Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I was as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy."

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes, yes cum in me. I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." Sam moans in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Sam giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Sam moans loudly in pleasure. Sam moans and leg traps me so I can't pull out.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside Sam. Sam moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I dhoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Sam moans.

I rest my head against hers as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum. I help Sam ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum oozes out of her and onto the bed. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you are amazing in bed." Sam pants out.

I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm so are you." I smile and look into her eyes.

Sam giggles, she moves to the middle of the bed and gets on all fours. I bite my lip as she shakes her ass, some of my cum continues to ooze out of her and drips onto the sheets. I bite my lip and check out her ass. I smirk, I move behind her.

I slap her ass, Sam moans and jumps as I slap her ass.

"Fuck daddy I love when you spank me." Sam moans.

She moans as I slap her ass again.i smirk and rub my dick through her cum filled pussy.

"Such a good slut." I moan as I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy.

We both moan, I place my hand on her hip. I grab her hair with my other hand I wrap her hair around my hand. I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pull her hair.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Sam squeaks out with each thrust.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask teasing her.

Sam moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out."

Sam moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy faster and faster as I pull her hair.

I pull her close to me. We both moan as this causes my dick to go a bit deeper inside her. Shit this is so good I'm balls deep inside her.

"Shit I don't think I'll last long babe. Ugh your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Sam giggles and moans throwing her ass against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out.

"I guess I should help you out and make you cum deep inside me huh?" Sam moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Ugh shit....me too." Sam moans.

I moan loudly my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in pleasure her walls clench around my dick.

Sam throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck shes really gonna make me cum.

"Ahh Sam baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer.

Sam moans and goes faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

Sam screams in pleasure and squirts again. Sam squirts all over my dick, and on the bed sheets.

"Baby, I'm really close." I moan.

I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls as Sam goes faster and faster.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Sam moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Fuck I feel so full." Sam moans.

I smirk, I help Sam ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

I slap her ass again. Sam moans as I slap her ass, I lean down and kisses her ass. Sam moans as I lick her pussy from behind and lick up some of the cum, Sam gasps and moans and pushes her ass back against my face.

I wrap my arms around Sam from behind. I smile and kiss her back and neck, I pull her back and smirk as we are both laying in Reverse Cow Girl position.

I lay her on top of me, her back against my tits. I spread her legs with mine. I smirk as she's now in reverse cowgirl. Sam moans and shudders as I rub her clit with my dick. "Mmm fuck." She moans. I smirk as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I do this.

"Put it back in. Put it back in daddy." Sam cutely begs.

"Mmm yeah slut? You want daddy's dick back inside you?" I ask teasing her.

"Mmm fuck please daddy, Ive been such a good girl. I'm such a slut for your dick and cum. Please I want more." Sam says.

I smirk and grant her wish. I slide my dick back inside her, Sam moans as she takes my 11 inches back deep inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Sam moans and leans back against me as my dick is back inside her cum filled pussy. I place my hands on her hips, I spread her legs a bit more with mine and slowly thrust up into her pussy.

"Mmm fuck, right there. Ugh just like that." Sam moans.

I moan in pleasure and thrust up into her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room, fuck her pussy felt so good. She had amazing grip, her pussy felt like heaven. Mmm so Wet and warm.

"Fuck baby you're so tight and warm." I moan.

I thrust up into her faster and harder. Sam screams in pleasure and grips the sheets, I make her look at me and make out with her. We both moan in the kiss as I continue to bottom out in her pussy.

We break the kiss, we rest our heads against each other's. "Feels so good. Don't you dare fucking stop, don't you dare stop. we aren't stopping until you give me every last drop of cum." Sam moans in pleasure

I smirk. "Yeah slut? You want more, such a naughty girl."

We both moan as I thrust up into her pussy faster and harder. "Fuck, I'm gonna squirt!" Sam screams in pleasure

I smirk, I slap and tease her clit. Sam moans and shudders as I do this, Sam moans loudly in pleasure and squirts. I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh. She squirts on the blankets and sheets.

We both moan, I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "S-Sam baby I'm close." I moan.

"Me too. Don't stop don't stop." Sam moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I rub her clit with my thumb at a fast pace. My breathing gets heavier letting Sam know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Sam moans.

I moan loudly In pleasure as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Creampie #4:

I can't take it anymore, I thrust up into her and bust my load deep inside her. Sam moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

I slowly thrust up into Sam. I help Sam ride out her high. I slowly thrust up into her as the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her.

I moan and slowly pull out of her, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately pours out of her. Cum coats her folds and drips onto the blankets and sheets.

"Mmm fuck there's so much. I feel so full With your cum inside me." Sam moans.

I smirk. "Good,I stuffed you full, like the loser slut you are." I say rubbing her sensitive clit.

Sam giggles and shudders as I do this. "Mmm fuck, that was amazing." Sam looks at me and smiles. "Wanna shower together?"

I smile and nod. We go into the bathroom and shower together, we get dressed. Sam changes into my clothes, I smile and kiss her deeply and lovingly.

"Mmm you look good in my clothes." I say.

Sam blushes and smiles. "Thank you babe."

I smile. "I can get used to this."

Sam smiles. "Me too." Sam rests her head against mine as we lay there and look into each others eyes. "Y/n, I've had the biggest crush on you.... Will you be my girlfriend?" Sam says.

I smile and nod. "Yes, hehe I had a crush on you too. Yes Sam, I'd love to be your girlfriend."

We smile and kiss again. We order breakfast, we go get coffee and do a little coffee date. We come back to her room and just cuddle and watch movies for the rest of the day.

[meowmeowraven]

Everybody needs a magical star in their life! ✨

HSR characters x Glitter Clover! NB! Reader

Part 2!

Featured characters: Asta, Arlan, Argenti, Blade, Kafka, Silverwolf, Ruan Mei, Dr. Ratio

Warnings: Fluff, and friendly sparring with Blade!

Notes: i don't know how to link part one in here 💔

Asta

Asta knew you were gentle and calm, but she didn't know of what you were capable of.

Someone was spreading bad rumors about her, the second you found out, you didn't let the person go until they weren't apologizing on their knees, crying.

Asta was shocked when she saw you walking, and dragging the person by the wrist towards her, forcing them on their knees and apologize.

"Oh jeez, someone is spreading rumors about me again..." Asta cried as you peeked and looked on her phone. "Leave it to me." She looked a bit confused at your passive aggressive tone.

A few minutes later, Asta saw you, pulling..? Someone towards her? "[Name]? What are you-" forcing the person on their knees, made Asta squeal "Eek!" You glared at the person who was on the ground signaling them to apologize. "I'm so sorry Lady Asta, i promise i won't ever spread rumors again! Forgive me please!" The person begged Asta for forgiveness. "I- i-it's alright, i forgive you."

After the person left Asta hugged you so tightly. <3

Arlan

Poor boy, he wanted to help you and protect you, yet you ended up protecting him!

He was SPEECHLESS, all he could say, were just stutters.

"Arlan? Are you alright?" You asked him, poking his cheek. "I- Uh.. y-yeah.." He was starstruck by your sudden change. "You look like you're seeing stars." His next statement led you to giggling. "Am i not tho?" Raising your finger up your lips you spoke. "Can you keeps this a secret?"

Argenti

He loves the way you look as a Glitter Warrior, and actually asks you to join him on his travels.

He even thinks you were either blessed by Idrila or are Idrila's child, he made it his mission to protect you no matter what, even if you're fully capable of doing it. <3

"Oh my, you are more than blessed with this beauty!" Argenti kneels down, takes your hand within his own and kisses your knuckles, you remained silent due to his action. "I promise you that i will protect you with my life! Please, join me on my travels!"

Kafka

She already knew your secret, Elio forseen it.

Her knew hobby was to tease you about your secret around the others, hinting at it but never actually giving it away.

"[Name], do you mind showing me that clover shield again?~" You slowly looked at her, your smile fading, trying to play dumb. "What shield..?" The others looked at you confused. "Oh, y'know, that shield. Oh wait, my bad, wrong person." The others still looked suspicious, but they didn't bother asking.

Kafka came close to your ear, whispering. "You secret is safe don't worry, i won't give it away..."

Blade

He didn't like it. Too many bright for him. He also thought it made you childish and immature.

Yet you were an even better sparring partener, but he still went easy on you, he doesn't want to hurt you. <3

You both couldn't speak about it through texts, since Silverwolf likes stealing his phone and going through his texts...

"Tch you look so immature and too bright.." Blade scoffed as you finished your transformation. "Oh shush you grumpy man."

Dashing towards you, Blade was ready to strike you, but you manage to perry by using your Clover Reflection, he kept slashing at your shield forcing your to backaway, you managed to get a small opening, and kick him, knocking him to the ground. "You.. you're getting stronger." Blade spoke while getting up.

Silverwolf

She literally thought you were either a video game character, or a hologram made by the IPC, you had to reassure her.

She liked the dynamic of your team, she would be the one hacking systems, making portals, and you would be defending her and fighting.

When Silverwolf saw you as a Glitter Warrior, she panicked. "H-hey! Where's [Name] what did you do to them?!" She was panicking, until you detransformed. "'Wolf it's me! Don't worry!" You reassured her. "Oh, i thought you were a hologram made by the IPC, i was almost gonna send you into the galaxy.."

Ruan Mei

Ruan Mei, this is a hard one, you can't tell if she is curios or if she doesn't care...

She carefully inspected you, your Glitter pad, Glitter charm, EVEN YOUR CLOTHES, it gave her a new idea for a new critter..

"How interesting.." she lifts up your arm, checking out your new outfit. "Can i look at your Glitter pad?" She looks back at you, waiting for approval. "Uh, sure go ahead." Grabbing your Glitter pad, she carefully inspects it, then hands it back to you. "I have an idea, i'll get back to you about it in a few days."

As promised she texts you to come visit her for a bit. "Ah, here you are. Come. I have a surprise." Ruan Mei gestures you to follow her. She then shows you her new creation, a critter that looked like you.

Dr. Ratio

Hates everything about it, it makes you look even more like an "idiot" in his eyes, and even immature. But you knew he didn't ACTUALLY mean it.

He secretly likes it, and makes him like you even more, especially after you helped him defeat a stinger...

"you look so childish. It accentuates your idiocy." Dr. Ratio scoffs, crossing his arms. "Oh.." it made you a bit sad. It didn't take long for him to "apologize", he doesn't apologize through wrods, rather through affection.

As you were looking down at the tip of your boots, Veritas walks closer to you, and embraces you. "Huh..? Veri-" Dr. Ratio cuts you off. "Shut up.. don't tell anyone about this and i won't tell anyone about your secret.

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Can you please write some jealousy hcs for sf6 Luke, Ed, Jamie and Bosch? If you want to do different characters that's ok or if they are too many you can just do some. Thank you !!!

fun fact: this was originally supposed to be released 2 days ago but guess who accidentally deleted half of it. :| soo it had to be rewritten again. so sad. also I think you can tell who i like based on the length of the hcs, oops

Luke

For the most part, Luke's a pretty chill guy so things don't bother him as much as they used to when he was younger.

He's glad to see you expand your horizons and meet new people along the way, especially finding new masters to train under.

He wants to see how far you've come from the last time he saw you, so he asks for a quick sparring match.

And you'd exceeded his expectations!

He's happy to see you develop your own style and dominate the streets.

"Woah, you've really stepped up your game," he said, genuinely impressed.

One thing though...why do you fight like a certain drunken boxer he knows?

Oh, You're learning under Jamie? Cool. Cool.

He's smiling but you can feel the tension behind it.

Luke is definitely the type of jealous that tries to play it off in a joking manner.

"Let's just say, I've had a couple of run-ins with the guy." he forced a chuckle. "He's...something else."

"Sounds like there's more to the story."

"Maybe there is, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that you're growing into an incredible fighter, and I'm proud of you for that." He pulled you in to press a kiss on your temple.

"Thanks, Luke. That means a lot coming from you."

"Anytime," he said, reaching out to ruffle your hair playfully. "And hey, if Jamie gives you any trouble, you let me know, okay?"

"Of course." you laughed, swatting his hands away.

"Come on, let's grab something to eat. I'm starving, and I bet you could use a bite after all that."

"Sweet! But you're buying."

You're your own person and you get to decide who you want to train under, but it still nags at him from somewhere deep within.

It may sound selfish of him, but he would rather you come to him for your concerns than anyone else. In part as your Coach and boyfriend.

So when other people try to make moves on you, he's internally sizing them up as he gives them a once-over.

So even though he has a smile on his face, it never reaches his eyes.

But he won't bring it up this time since you held Jamie in such a high regard.

And he's not going to hold your hand for every decision you make, but he trusts you enough not to do anything behind his back.

He hates to admit it, but it does tick Luke off knowing that Jamie would rub it in his face in their next encounter, it's almost inevitable.

So he would have a couple of not-so-nice words for the guy the next time he sees him on the street.

Ed

Ed watched you near the gym entrance as he leaned against the heavy sliding doors. 

You were running late to your nightly meet-ups and you weren't responding to any of his messages leading up to now. 

He wouldn't have cared if something came up and you had to cancel your date with him, but you mentioned how excited you were about seeing him today that he didn't think you would've just dipped the last second. 

So he went on a whim and decided to pay the gym down the street a visit. 

And surprise, surprise, here you were. 

You were chatting with, what he could assume was your coach, in the middle of the room. 

Ed's eyes flickered at the way Luke lightly squeezed your shoulder with a certain fondness in his eyes.

Bastard. 

He didn't know if you were oblivious or dumb for not noticing, so he made himself known by stepping on the mats in your direction. 

His presence immediately drew your attention and your eyes lit up when you saw him approaching, stepping back from Luke you said, "Ed! What are you doing here?"

"You're late. We had plans, remember?"

"Oh, crap, I'm so sorry! I lost track of time and…" You sputtered an apology and some excuses that fell deaf on his ears but his attention was more focused on your chummy coach.

Ed's glare could paralyze most people with fear, but Luke observed the exchange with a curious expression.

Realizing you may be having a one-sided conversation you introduced the pair to each other.

Luke extended a hand with a friendly smile. "The name's Luke, I'm one of the coaches here at Buckler's.

"Yeah, I've heard about you." He said, not acknowledging Luke's hand, which made the former pull back.

"Ed's been teaching me a little bit of boxing on the side." You chimed in, wrapping your arms around him. 

Actually, it was a bit odd that he didn't immediately try to shake you off. But that meant his mind was somewhere else.

"You've taught them well, They're lucky to have you as a teacher." Luke replied, addressing Ed again.

"Right…" 

He shrugged the arm you were hanging onto. "You ready to head out?"

"Yeah, just let me grab my stuff real quick then we could go," you said, giving him a small peck on his cheek before heading toward the locker room, leaving the pair alone.

"Look I don't know what you're trying to play at and frankly I don't care, but it ends now." 

"Hey, man, I'm not trying to play at anything. I'm just their coach. We keep things professional here." Luke raised his hands in a placating gesture.

"Yeah? Well, you seem pretty damn friendly for just a coach." Ed scoffed, not buying it.

Luke sighed, dropping his hands. "I get it. You're protective of them, and that's fine. But you need to trust that I'm not crossing any lines."

"Trust ain't something I give out easily. And right now, nothing's telling me you deserve even a lick of it."

"Fair enough," Luke said, crossing his arms. "But you should know that Y/n's here because they want to get stronger. And I'm not going to stop coaching them because you're feeling insecure."

"Insecure? Now you're just spouting crap." Ed narrowed his eyes.

"I don't think so." Luke hummed.

You quickly reappeared from the locker room with a bag slung over your shoulder. 

"Ready!" You said cheerfully, grabbing Ed's hand. "Alright, I'll see you later, Coach!" You called over your shoulder as you dragged the boxer towards the exit.

"Take care. And keep on practicing your footwork," he gave you a small wave. 

"Oh, and Ed," Luke said with a slight edge to his tone, making Ed turn to face him, "Take your shoes off the next time you step on my mats, won't you?"

Ed scoffed, with a smirk tugging on his lips. At least, he ain't no pushover.

You glanced between the two, sensing the underlying tension but not quite catching the full meaning of Luke's remark.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, Just gym etiquette."

Jamie

With Jamie, he doesn't get jealous as easily as other people on this list. But he definitely has his gripes from time to time.

Woah, Pulling punches during a dance battle? Didn't see that one coming.

You told him you've been learning boxing from a guy who's been hanging around the beat square subway station, at least three times a week.

He was wondering what you've been up to.

Wait, did you say three times a week? That's more than you see him.

What's up with that?

He didn't mind you picking up new skills, especially with something as badass as boxing, but he missed your late-night talks.

And now, it was basically cut in half thanks to this Ed guy.

So he thinks it's time to give him a little visit from the infamous Jamie Siu, himself.

"Ah, now I get it." Jamie playfully circled him. "You got the whole bad boy get up and everything, huh?"

Ed looked up from his phone with an unreadable expression, "You gotta problem wit' me or something?" 

"Not at all buddy. I'm just trying to see who Mooncake's been hanging out with."

You sighed, telling him that Ed is just your Boxing coach and he's teaching you how to wield Psycho Power.

Nothing more, nothing less.

After adverting the crisis that was about to break out at the station, you would give Ed a quick apology before leaving with Jamie. 

Ed shrugged, saying 'whatever' and went back to his phone. 

You would have to confront him about his attitude later on.

Even if he felt jealous of where your focus was, you're still learning how to street fight. And he has no right to interfere with your training with your other Coaches. 

He shrugged at your concerns before asking if you wanted to try this new concoction he put together, offering the lip of his gourd to you. 

"Jamie, I'm being serious." You pushed the bottle back to him. 

"So am I."

You hardly picked up the way his eyes bore into your soul before he broke into a grin, taking a swig of his drink.  "Nothing like a good drink to ease the nerves."

When you tell him you're still upset with him about today, he'll lean up against the rails and cross his arms. 

Most of his jealousy stems from the fact that you're spending more time with other people than him. And he feels a tad bit neglected.

He's used to being isolated so the feeling isn't new to him. But he found himself staring at the space beside him where he expected to find your presence.

The times when you don't visit him, his mind wanders to the silly little adventures you'd tell him about and the places you get to see around the world.

But you have a track record of being gone for long periods of time and he just waits here, until you came back.

It's not your fault. He was just being a hard-ass, so he would be the one to apologize. 

"Look, I know you're still starting out and learning new stuff, which is cool n' all but I miss our nights together. And if it's that important to you, I'll back off. Just make sure to stop by from time to-time. 'Kay?"

"I will…And thanks, Jamie. I really appreciate it."

After a beat of silence, you gestured to the gourd resting beside you two. "Now, about that concoction of yours."

Jamie broke out in a grin, handing it to you. "Prepare to be amazed. The new and improved recipe is made from the ingredients you brought from Tian Hong Yuan. It's got a kick to it, just like you."

You both would've retired for the night in a drunken stupor, entangled in each other's arms.

He snuggled his face in the crook of your neck with a dumb smile, mumbling how much he loved you.

But next time you visit Ed, Jamie gives you a couple of 'souvenirs' to show off to your friend to show who you belong to. 

Bosch

You know, when you decided to stroll through town, Bosch didn't expect you to pick up another Master.

If anything, he guessed it was your eagerness that made people naturally gravitate to you.

He could tell how much you admired Rashid's wind abilities and charming personality, but it still irked him more than he cared to admit.

You would spend the majority of your days training and chatting with Rashid, eventually kicking Bosch to the curb.

He knew it was nothing more than a student-teacher relationship, especially since Rashid's wind techniques were something you wanted to master.

And the thing is, Rashid isn't even a bad guy.

He's just very charismatic, in a way that can be overbearing at times.

But he still couldn't shake the pangs of jealousy that gnawed at his soul.

With every new move that clicked, you would glance at Bosch to see if he noticed.

He's at least a little glad you still sought him out, despite your attention being elsewhere.

Maybe that's why he let it go on for so long.

He'll sit on his emotions and let the feeling bubble in his stomach before he would ever confront you about it. 

He probably even lets out a few snippy remarks if you keep pushing him away.

He doesn't mean it.

He never does, but Bosch has never been in a relationship before, so he doesn't know what to do whenever he felt the burning sensation of jealousy below the surface of his skin.

Bosch sat by the window sill and let the cool midnight breeze brush against his face.

He should've been relaxing, but his mind was anything but calm.

He heard the soft creak of the floorboards as he turned to see you approaching. 

You sat next to him by the window, offering some food you got from the markets. 

Your presence instantly eased his nerves as you both sat in the dark, listening to the distant sounds of the city.

Sensing Bosch's off demeanor, you asked what was on his mind.

"I'm just thinking." He said, sipping his drink.

"About what?"

"You." His eyes met yours, "…and Rashid."

You blinked in surprise. "Rashid? What about him?"

"It's just…you've been spending so much time with him. I get that he's your new master and he's teaching you a lot, but it feels like there's no time for us anymore."

"I didn't know you felt that way, but I'm sorry for not noticing sooner." You said aimlessly playing with his hands before tangling them together.

Bosch sighed, looking down at your intertwined hands. "You don't owe me an apology. I know I'm being hard-headed. I just…I wish I could open up to you more."

"You can always talk to me about anything, Bosch. And you don't need to force yourself to do so for my sake."

He looked up, meeting your eyes again. "I know. It's just hard sometimes. And seeing you with Rashid, makes me feel..."

"Jealous?"

"It's stupid, I know."

"I don't think it's stupid, it's a very human emotion. But I want you to know that no matter what, I'll always want to be here with you."

He hummed, still not taking your words to heart and opting to stare off into the night.

"How about this?" You scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder, "I'll set aside more time for us, and you tell me whenever something's bothering you instead of bottling it up...Deal?"

A smile tugged on Bosch's face as he drew your intertwined hands closer, brushing his lips against your knuckles.

"Deal."

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𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 - 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗦

(Set up in the New Moon timeline.)

Bella Swan x F! Reader. Basically a short and sweet smut between Bella and the reader.

Warnings:

Slight angst. Squirting. Oral. Strap-On. I think that's it...?? Let me know if I missed anything. My apologizes also if this isn't the best! It's Twilight season though, baby~ and I wanted to write something!!

Bella had been standing in the pouring rain for what felt like forever, the tears pouring down her face blending in with the raindrops from the sky.

She had no idea what had brought her here, to (Y/N)'s doorstep on a night like this, but here she was nonetheless. She shivered from the cold as she stood there, her clothes damp and her hair dripping.

(Y/N) had been in the middle of dinner when she heard the knock on the door. With her eyebrows furrowed together and curiosity getting the better of her, she turns the oven off  as she made her way to the front door as the knocking continued.  'If it's those little brats down the road again, attempting to play ding-dong-ditch so help me God,' she thought as she unlocked the door and pulled it aside. However, instead of seeing a group of kids running off into the distance and going back to their homes, she saw her best friend standing in the doorway. "Bella, what are you doing here?" (Y/N) asked, feeling her heart break at the sight of her best friend.

The girl sniffled, wiping away the tears that had started to form again. She tried to pretend that the other person wasn't there, that she wasn't standing on her best friend's doorstep at this hour of the night.

"I don't know," she confessed.  She was so embarrassed to be here, so embarrassed that she had come here in this state of mind. There was part of her that wanted to turn on her heels and to leave, not wanting to bother (Y/N). Especially considering how she treated her best friend. 

(Y/N) stepped forward, taking Bella's hand with her own. She could feel the coldness of her fingers and the trembling of her body as she stood there. She gently pulled her inside, away from the rain and the cold, and closed the door behind them.

"Come on," (Y/N) said softly, leading her towards the living room. Bella followed (Y/N) obediently, her body still shaking from the chill of the night air and due to the harshness of the rain that had clung to her skin.

Once they were in the living room, (Y/N) sat Bella down on the couch and grabbed a blanket from the armchair, draping it over her shoulders.  Bella quietly murmured a soft 'thank you' as she wrapped herself in the blanket. 

(Y/N) sat down next to her, not wanting to break the silence that had settled between them. Bella wanted her to talk, to tell (Y/N) what had caused her to show up on her doorstep in tears.

Finally, Bella broke the silence. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/N) just looked at her, waiting for her to continue. Truth be told, she hadn't any idea how to answer or how to reply.

After all, Bella and (Y/N) weren't on talking terms for a few months so for Bella to show up unexpectedly, well... it was quite awkward to say the least. So, (Y/N) remained quiet, not daring to speak.  

"It's just... Edward," Bella said, her voice trembling with emotion.  (Y/N)  almost rolled her eyes at the mention of that name that slipped past Bella's lips.

It took a lot of strength for her not to but luckily, somehow, she managed to not show disgust as she waited for Bella to continue.  She gave a heavy sigh before continuing. "He... he broke up with me and I miss him. And I know, (Y/N).  I know exactly what you're going to say. I know I shouldn't miss him and I also know that I shouldn't be here, especially since I pushed you aside when I got with him but... I had nowhere else to go. I don't have anybody else. 

"There's Charlie but... he's too busy with work and I'd hate for him to see me like this, especially since he never did quite like Edward to begin with. I don't want to hear the whole 'I told you so' speech." She sighed again as she ran a hand through her hair, fingers trembling as she pushed the chestnut strand pieces out and away from her face.

She finally made eye contact with (Y/N) then, her eyes full of nothing but sadness and despair. Bella's voice broke as she said, "Please, forgive me, (Y/N). I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or push you aside. I just... I got so caught up on being loved and being in-love, I didn't think too much of anything else other than him. He was my world and I... I thought I was his too but apparently, I was wrong."

(Y/N) nodded, understanding what she was saying. She had seen how devoted Bella had been to Edward.  Everyone could. Their relationship... to say the least, honestly wasn't the healthiest.

She didn't want to tell Bella - for obvious reasons - that she was glad he was out of the picture but... well, she was glad he was out of the picture. And if (Y/N) knew Charlie, she knew that Bella's dad was also happy with him being out of the frame as well.  Yet, she still didn't know what to say - because for obvious reasons she wasn't going to say 'good, I'm glad he's gone -  so she just  didn't say anything.

Suddenly, Bella grabbed (Y/N)'s hand in hers. Her body was shaking, and her tears had started flowing again. She held (Y/N)'s hand tightly, as if she were afraid that she would disappear if she let go.

"I'm so scared," she whispered. "I'm so scared of being alone again. And again, I know you shouldn't accept my apology but please... please, (Y/N). Don't leave me... I can't... I don't want to be alone." Bella confessed, her voice cracking ever so slightly. 

(Y/N) looked into her eyes, seeing all the fear and pain that was hidden there. She had no idea what to do, but she knew that she had to do something. She leaned in and gently placed a kiss on her forehead. Finally, she said something. "Bella, hey. Listen. It's okay. Well... it's okay to not be okay, anyway. I'm here. I won't go anywhere. Best friends forever, right? We promised that years ago and I don't tend to break that promise. You're stuck with me." (Y/N) said in a teasing manner as she tucked a piece of hair back behind Bella's ear.  Bella sniffled as she nodded. (Y/N) rocked her gently, whispering words of comfort in her ear as Bella clasped onto her friend for dear life, fingernails digging into the fabric of her shirt.

When the tears had finally stopped flowing, Bella looked into (Y/N)'s eyes.  Before Bella could realize what it is that she was doing, she found herself leaning in.

Eventually, her lips met (Y/N)'s and  almost instantly, as soon as their lips touched,  they both felt the electricity that ran between them. The kiss was gentle but passionate, and they both knew that they had crossed a line that they shouldn't have crossed.  "Are you sure this is what you want?" (Y/N) asked as she broke away from the kiss, looking at Bella for confirmation.   "I mean.. I'm no Edward by any means," She said.    Bella nodded as her fingers ran up alongside (Y/N)'s jawline. "I'm sure. And no, you aren't him. You are better.. and... and I'm so deeply sorry I never realized that before, (Y/N)." 

"Please," Bella begged. "Please, (Y/N). I need you. Show me what love is actually like..... Please?"

The plea melted (Y/N), and with a gentle yet firm grip, she ran her hands around Bella's body, caressing her soft curves, and nuzzling her face into the crook of her neck.

The warmth of her skin mixed with her delicate scent, sent a wave of pleasure through (Y/N)'s veins as she kissed her hungrily once again, biting Bella's bottom lip and sliding her tongue into the warmth of Bella's mouth, softly groaning at the taste of her tongue against her own.

Bella gasped as (Y/N)'s hands explored her body, her own hands exploring (Y/N)'s just as eagerly.

She felt an unfamiliar ache in her chest as (Y/N)'s lips moved against hers, and she felt herself slipping further into a blissful trance.

She clung to (Y/N) as they kissed, their hands exploring each other with a desperate longing, seeking something that neither of them could quite put into words.

As their lips parted, Bella looked into (Y/N)'s eyes, a soft smile gracing her lips. She could feel the heat radiating from (Y/N)'s body, and the electricity that seemed to pass between them was almost too much too bear.

She wanted to stay in this moment forever, to never let go of the feelings that (Y/N) evoked in her.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. (Y/N) smiled, her eyes filled with emotion, as she cupped Bella's face with her hands. "I'm sorry for... for not realizing it until now. It's always been you. I'm unsure as to why I didn't notice before but... I love you, (Y/N). I do."

"I love you too," (Y/N) said. "I've always loved you, Bella. I'm glad the feeling is mutual," She teased before she captured Bella's lips again with her own.

 As (Y/N) slid her hands underneath Bella's shirt, her body arched into (Y/N)  as if it had been craving the touch all along.

(Y/N)'s gentle kisses and caresses slowly melted away all the barriers that Bella had built around her heart, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

Bella wanted to cry out in pleasure as (Y/N) explored her body, her fingers stroking her skin in such a way that made her want to scream. She felt like she was floating, her body overcome with sensations that were both new and familiar.

She felt (Y/N)'s hands move down her stomach, and she gasped as (Y/N)'s fingers teased her every curve.

Bella moaned into (Y/N)'s mouth, her body shaking with pleasure as (Y/N) continued to explore her. She felt like her heart was going to burst with love and desire, and she clung to (Y/N) as if her life depended on it.

(Y/N)'s hands never stopped moving, her  touch  was light yet firm, and she showed Bella a pleasure that she had never experienced before. She was lost to (Y/N), and as they kissed, she felt as if nothing else existed in the world.

The kiss went on, and soon their bodies were pressed tightly together, their hands exploring each other hungrily. Bella felt as if she could stay in (Y/N)'s arms forever, and never grow  tired of it. (Y/N)'s lips explored her face, her tongue teasing her neck with soft wet kisses.

As their kiss came to an end, Bella felt as if she had been reborn, her skin tingling with pleasure and her heart racing from the intensity of their embrace. (Y/N) looked into her eyes and smiled, and as they pulled away Bella felt as if she was in a dream.

"I never want this moment to end," Bella said, her voice barely above a whisper. (Y/N) smiled and kissed her forehead, pure seduction seeping through her words as she uttered; "It doesn't have to," (Y/N) said with a smirk. "We're just getting started, babe." She hummed as she moved down to Bella's legs.   She pulled both her panties and skirt down and threw them onto the floor as her fingers made their way up to her cunt. Bella's breath caught in her throat as (Y/N) tenderly spread her legs apart. The moon illuminated their bodies, casting a sensual glow over their entwined figures.

(Y/N) leaned in then and began to trace delicate kisses up Bella's inner thigh, each one sending a shiver of anticipation through Bella's body. As (Y/N) reached Bella's center, she placed a gentle kiss on her clit, causing her to gasp and arch her back. (Y/N) looked up at Bella, her eyes full of hunger and desire.

"Do you want me to keep going?" she asked, the smoldering heat in her voice sending sparks of lust shooting through Bella's veins. Bella could only nod in response, barely able to contain the wanton moan that threatened to spill from her lips. (Y/N) continued kissing and licking, alternating between soft touches and more intense flicks of her tongue that had Bella writhing with ecstasy.  A few minutes passed before (Y/N) switched up the tempo ― increasing the speed at which she licked Bella's clit and adding in a digit to rub against Bella's inner walls. She added another finger, letting out a moan as she pumped them in and out. Bella gasped, her chest heaving as she raised herself up to meet (Y/N)'s hand. Her body was filling with fire; she needed more, more of (Y/N), more of this feeling ― more of everything. Suddenly, Bella felt her arousal burst forth, filling her with an electric jolt so strong that she was left breathless as her orgasm flowed through her like a raging river. She collapsed back onto the couch, sated and spent from the powerful orgasm that had just over taken her body. "Let's go to your bedroom," Bella said, her voice low and husky. (Y/N) smiled mischievously and helped Bella up from the couch before leading her into the hallway of (Y/N)'s house with an eager stride. They reached (Y/N)'s room  quickly, both stepping inside cautiously as if they weren't sure what was about to happen next but were excited for whatever it may be all at once; twisting their bodies around so that when they came together, their faces were lined against each other in a fiery alignment meant solely for them two only ― yet full of promise nonetheless. Bella could feel herself trembling slightly ― every cell seeming filled with anticipation as she waited eagerly on whatever would come next... Once inside, it didn't take long for them to become lost in each other again; kissing hungrily with their bodies pressed together so tightly that it almost felt like one form instead of two separate entities.

But when (Y/N) moved away from Bella slightly, disappointment crashed over like a tidal wave only for it be replaced by surprise and excitement shortly after as the girl had pulled out  a strap on from beneath her bed. Firmly but tenderly, (Y/N) positioned herself atop of Bella's body - straddling between Bella's thighs, she slowly placed the toy inside of her; forcing it in hard and evenly until both women heard the distinct sound of something entering another with a muffled pop. And with that, Bella's eyes began to roll back in pleasure ― her moans coming out soft and sweet mixed with the occasional gasp as (Y/N) moved faster, thrusting the dildo deeper into her, stretching her out and open, hitting that special spot of hers, one that she was never able to reach with her own toy neither her fingers.

With each thrust, a jolt of pleasure rushed through Bella's body like electricity. She moaned and dug her fingernails into (Y/N)'s back, feeling as if she were about to burst with ecstasy.

"I love you," she said breathlessly, her legs squeezing around the girl in intensity.

She tightened her legs around (Y/N)'s waist and repeated herself with conviction. For the first time, Bella could feel the immense love that she had for (Y/N), radiating from within her and coursing through her veins. She felt complete at that moment; (Y/N) was everything that she needed.

It made Bella's heart break, however, that she hadn't noticed before or realized just how much her best friend meant to her and how truly and maddening she was in love with her but... from now on, she was going to make sure to show (Y/N) how much she was loved and appreciated. Bella was going to make sure of that.

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up with love and admiration as she looked at Bella. She took a step forward and bent down, gently pressing her lips to Bella’s in a passionate kiss.

After the kiss ended (Y/N) smiled, tracing her finger along Bella's jawline. “I love you too, beautiful," (Y/N) said softly.

"It's okay, by the way. You don't need my permission to come."

Bella's body quivered as the words left (Y/N)'s lips and a warm sensation began to spread throughout her. As pleasure built up, it soon became unbearable and before she knew it, her orgasm was crashing over her like a wave and she couldn't help but release... and come undone and all over (Y/N).  “Bella... did you just squirt?”

Bella's eyes widened and her breath hitched. She gulped, feeling embarrassed as the words left her mouth in a whisper. “I… I think? I'm not sure. Is that... was I not supposed to? Is that bad?”

(Y/N) shook her head gently, her eyes never leaving Bella's. “No, no. Oh, fuck no. That's, well, that's really fucking hot. And I'm glad to be the one to have made you do that."

"So.. can we do it again then?" Bella asked, sheepishly yet hopeful.

"Darling, I wish to make you feel this way all the time. I am yours, and you are mine, okay? Yes, we can do it again, babe. We can do it again and again, over and over." (Y/N) laughed before pressing her lips onto Bella's forehead, breathing in her scent and as she pulled back, she smiles and sighs happily. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Bella grinned.

[spideryuu]

HUGE ME, PLEASE || SUKUNA ; ONE-SHOT

🖇ᘎ warning(s): f!reader, smut, dirty talk, pet names (baby, darling, doll, princess...). 🖇ᘎ summary: you go to your boyfriend's house to be comforted, but he seems to have a different idea about how to comfort a person. 🖇ᘎ words: 1,2k

➥ spanish ver. here

— a/n: ik i said i wasn't going to write anything smut rn, but idk, inspiration comes to me at 4am and here i am, finishing writing this. ik it's bullshit but i'm really not used to writing this kind of fics. and sorry if there's any grammatical mistake. T.T

You were outside in front of the front door of your boyfriend's house. You had doubts about whether to call or not, but the cold penetrating your bones was beginning to bother you, which made you decide to finally choose to call.

You waited a few seconds that seemed like years, and when you saw that no one came to open, you sighed and turned around, but you stopped immediately when you heard a squeak.

"Honey?" a deep voice asked behind you.

As soon as you saw Sukuna's eyes, you couldn't hold back your tears for much longer. This action worried him, but his pride was too big to just go and hug you.

"What happened?"

"Can I be whit you?" you asked, sobbing. "I can't be alone at home right now."

Sukuna nodded his head, allowing you to enter. You thanked him quietly and passed. The first thing you did was sit down, but not before taking off your shoes, and then you let out a long sigh.

The tears were no longer came out, but you were still sniffling and you felt like at any moment you were going to look like a running faucet again. Your boyfriend had sat next to you, in silent. He assumed you wanted your space and that's what he was trying to do.

“Thank you for letting me in.” you broke the silence after a few minutes.

"Y/N, you know you can always come here. Your panties are still in my closet, by the way"

"You fucking dummy." you laughed.

Some might say your boyfriend was an insensitive piece of shit, but he knew damn well that all you wanted right now was to forget about everything and just laugh until your tummy hurt.

"But you're my dummy, so I guess that's fine."

Sukuna couldn't help but smile slightly, making you nervous.

"Do you want to drink som-?"

He couldn't finish the sentence when he felt something in his arm. You huged him so bad as if he were the only thing that tied you to this world, squeezing your eyes tightly so that no tears would come out again.

"Y/N?"

"Just, let's be like this, please."

"Okay." he sighed.

He didn't like physical contact but when it was you, he always tried to make an effort knowing how much you liked to express your affection through that thing.

You both were like that for a few minutes. You still had your eyes closed and didn't try to open them until Sukuna spoke again.

"Hey Y/N."

You raised your head only to notice that a shy reddish color appeared on his cheeks, something that surprised you. You turned away immediately, thinking you had done something wrong.

"I'm so sorry, did I go too far?"

"No idiot, it's just that you've been whit your tits on my arm for too long" Sukuna said, making you now also embarrassed and understand what was happening.

“My God, I'm sorry.” you apologized again without being able to see his face.

You stood up, ready to leave and stop feeling like if you were bothering, but Sukuna grabbed your arm and asked:

"Where are you going? You don't want me to take care of this alone, do you?"

You had your head down. You couldn't understand how your boyfriend with a simple phrase could make you from extremely sad to extremely nervous; maybe a fuck was what you needed to get all those thoughts away.

Sukuna could see your desesperation, which gave him the green light to continue. He was a terrible psychologist, but when it was about your body, he was an expert.

He got up and stood behind you. You could feel his slow breathing hit your neck, warming it. With one hand he played with some of your locks while with the other one, he gently caressed your hip.

"Y/N..." he whispered again.

You could tell how desperate he was to rip your clothes off right there, but he didn't want to be so rude.

You turned around and looked at his eyes. You didn't know why, but that was enough to make you cry again. Sukuna was about to ask you, but you didn't even let him open his mouth when you put your lips against his. Surprised but not disgusted, he returned your kiss, completely forgetting about the question.

You were still crying, and it was all very strange, but you needed him to cheer you up in the best way he knew how.

You pushes Sukuna on the couch, breaking the kiss, while you stood there, staring at the noticeable bulge in his pants.

"What's wrong? Why do you stop?" he asked, holding your wrist.

"Do I seem attractive to you? I mean, do you feel like my body is okay? "

Your boyfriend looked at you, surprised to hearing such a question.

"Y/N, if I'm honest with you, the only thing I want right now is for you to sit on top of me and let me fuck you for hours. And all because of that body. Do you really think you disgust me?"

You were speechless at that response. You didn't think he was going to be, well, that honest, but now you were even more nervous.

You wanted to believe him, but something told you no, and you needed that something to shut up as soon as possible.

Sukuna gently guided you to his lap. You rested your head on his chest because it was impossible for you to see his eyes.

"Move."

But you didn't obey him.

"Y/N please, I feel like I'm going to explode if you don't move now."

"And you're not going to take off your clothes?"

He didn't answer, he just grabbed your hips and did the work for you. You let out a soft moan as soon as you felt his cold hands touching your skin, a moan that Sukuna enjoyed. He needed to hear more.

He continued moving your hips while all you could do was keep your head in his chest, feeling your pussy throb. You didn't think you could hold out like this much longer, but Sukuna seemed to enjoy watching you squirm and silently ask for him to do even more.

He wanted to hear you say it, say that you needed him. Normally at this point he would have discreetly forced you, but he was being patient since you were still bad. If it weren't for that, he would have made you have at least one orgasm by now.

"Sukuna..." you whispered between gasps.

"Hmm?" was the only thing he answered while he played with your nipples.

"Can you just?"

"Can I what?"

"Hug me. You can do it?" you asked, moaning weakly.

Your pussy was wet enough to not want a lube. You needed Sukuna to make you moan and come until you couldn't think about anything other than his cock entering and out of you roughly.

“Are you sure you just want me to do that?” he asked caressing your back and playing with the closure of your bra this time.

"Yeah..."

"You're such a hot liar, but it's alright princess. But then you will have to take care of this mess you've made down here" he smiled, wrapping you in his warm arms.

[iheartkiri]

draco malfoy is an idiot. (1)

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You stood in the library, your movements sharp and angry as you slammed books back onto the shelves. It had been a month since your blowout with Draco, and the feelings from that night still rained heavy on your mind. Clearly, it had been a mutual sentiment as the tension between you and Draco whenever you two unfortunately ran into each other was thick enough to cut. 

Your childhood friends, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott, noticing your mood, exchanged concerned glances with each other.

"What's up with you, Y/N?" Blaise cautiously asked, his eyes darting between you and the bookshelves. "You've been pissed off for weeks. Did something go down with you and Draco?" 

You spun around, your eyes flashing with a mix of hurt and anger. "Oh that jerk?" you snapped, your voice dripping with bitterness. "I can't believe I ever considered that loser my friend."

Theodore frowned, his eyes filled with confusion. "What did he say that got you so riled up? We know Draco can be an ass sometimes, but a month of you guys not speaking is a bit much."

You clenched your fists, the hurt and anger bubbling inside you. "You know what he did? He called me sensitive and said I couldn't take a joke," you said, your voice shaking. "He made me feel like my feelings didn't even matter to him, like I was overreacting. He didn't even try to see where I was coming from."

Blaise's eyebrows furrowed, his expression turning serious. “Dang that's a low blow, even for Draco. We know he can be a jerk, but a month of you guys not talking is a little excessive. What exactly happened during that fight?"

You took a shaky breath, the memories of that painful day flooding your mind. "It started as off as a stupid joke, but then he took it too far. I tried to tell him how he was in the wrong, but he brushed me off. He didn't care that he was hurting my feelings."

Theodore placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his eyes soft with understanding. "I get why you're angry, Y/N. Draco can be thoughtless. But a month is a long time. Maybe he's realized his mistake and is too stubborn to admit it."

You shook your head, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm not ready to forgive him, Theo. Not yet. He really messed up, and I need him to understand how much his words hurt. I won't be the one to cave."

Blaise stepped closer, his voice gentle and understanding. "We get it, Y/N. Draco can be an arrogant jerk sometimes. But we also know he cares about you. Maybe he's too proud to admit he was wrong, but we can try to talk to him, see if he'll apologize."

You scoffed, your anger simmering just below the surface. "Don't bother, Blaise. I don't want anything to do with him anymore. If he's waiting for my apology he can wait all he wants. Besides, he must be 'so sorry' himself to let a month pass by." You added sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

Theodore squeezed your shoulder, his eyes filled with determination. "Y/N, we just want to help. We know you and Draco go way back, and we can see you guys really care about each other. We're worried, and we want to fix this."

 You shook your head, your eyes flashing with a mix of hurt and stubbornness. "There's nothing between us Theo. Not anymore. And even if there was, it doesn't change the fact that he hurt me. I'm not ready to forgive him."

Blaise and Theodore shared a worried glance, their faces grim. "We won't push you, Y/N," Blaise said, his voice gentle. "But we're concerned. We know you and Draco have a very....close relationship. We just want to see you happy again."

You sighed, your shoulders slumping in defeat. "I appreciate it, guys. I know you're trying to help. But Draco and I are done, and that's final."

As you turned away from them, your eyes landed on the books you had angrily shelved, their spines crooked and out of place. It was a reflection of the chaos inside you—a chaos that idiot Draco had caused and seemed to have no intention of fixing anytime soon.

Blaise and Theodore exchanged a meaningful glance, their faces filled with concern. "We'll give it one more shot," Theodore said, his voice unwavering. "We'll talk to him, try to talk some sense into that rascal."

You shook your head, a bitter smile on your lips. You knew there was no way they could possibly make Draco Malfoy apologize.  "Good luck with that. Draco's too stubborn for his own good. And even if he is sorry, he won't admit it. He's too proud for that."

Blaise placed a hand on your shoulder, his eyes filled with sympathy. "We'll see, Y/N. We know how to get through to him. And if he truly cares, he'll find a way to make things right."

And as you continued to shelve books, your anger slowly fading into sadness, you knew that Blaise and Theodore would do their best to mend the rift between you and Draco. But deep down, you weren't ready to forgive him, not yet. The hurt was still too raw, and the silence between you stretched on.

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