#and i heard it when i woke up to pee. cause you know. i’m in bed by 9 pm most nights like !!!!!

[johndonneswife]

BTW our leasing office gave us a ‘courtesy call’ and said they received a NOISE COMPLAINT for our unit and wanted to remind us of the ‘quiet hours’ since blasting music between 3-4 am was not respectful to our neighbors…as if i was even AWAKE at that time like renee please you know this is not my heart!!!

[anadiasmount]

doing the calling my boyfriend ‘husband’ trend on jude while you do a grwm + diml !! just know he’d be so shy and giddy 😚😚

OHHH MY GOD!! YESS!! our hubby indeed 😣🤞🏻

your day had consisted of pure media filming, for your tiktok, instagram, youtube, and a small blog you had owned. you woke up early so film a get ready filming bits of you and your boyfriends private life, making breakfast, walking outside and working out together, cooking, and now doing a get ready.

you’d seen the popular trend circling around where you called your boyfriends husband on tiktok, especially that one video that made you physically wince and pained you with the one guy being passive aggressive and denying it. you with jude that wouldn’t be the case.

because any chance he got he would call you pet names and his girlfriend. ‘my girlfriend’, ‘my girl’, ‘my angel’, ‘my dearest girlfriend’, ‘my wifey’, all that. he often got teased at the internet, not afraid of hiding and showing his protectiveness of you, a hand on you at all times or letting them know you were his.

jude had left quickly to pick up some shoes he’d ordered, which gave you plenty of time to hide a extra camera and your phone to record his reaction to the prank. while you waited you showed of new sets of clothes that came in, along with other pr packages that were sent to you

jude hand returned when you were finishing your brows, handing you a blue gatorade and snacks to munch on as you filmed, greeting the camera and giving you a peck on your lips. “sorry guys, my handsome and lovely husband just brought me some goodies,” you apologized showing the treats and opening them.

even though you couldn’t see, you felt and sensed jude tensing and pausing what he was doing. “as you know and have seen, i will be launching new items soon on my blog! my husband jude has helped me organize this drop for months so i’m super excited for you all to see and buy!” you smiled blending out your baking powder underneath your eyes.

jude smiled inwards, looking at you who was distracted by perfecting your contour and blush. he asked himself if this was one of your pranks or if it just naturally fell from your lips, either way, he couldn't hide the adoration built in his chest at hearing you call him 'husband'.

he didn't understand why all of a sudden he felt nervous and unable to look you in the eyes, with shaky hands as he attempted to open his own snacks and bottled water. he felt a hot and loving sensation in his chest, having the urge now to be close to you.

you heard jude shuffle around, grabbing a random bean bag and sitting next to you where you were almost finished with your makeup. he complimented how you looked, asking questions about what you used and if you were close to finishing. you smirked knowing you had a small reaction out of him, jude was now all soft and charming.

hours later, you were editing all the content from your phone and camera onto your laptop, sitting on the kitchen island as jude was busy away cooking. you felt like continuing the prank so you grabbed your phone and did just that.

"welp, it's the end of the day! I'm very much tired but i made a lot of content for you guys so stay tuned! on the nights we're together my dearest husband cooks for us, and tonight he's making chicken with pasta," you say kinda loudly, walking over to judge and laying your head on his bicep.

jude cleared his throat, letting out a nervous chuckle and smiling shyly. he nervously stirred the cause, listening to you blabbering about your day and skincare products. "i have to pee, but i'll leave my husband to explain the recipe and what he's making," you say in a hurry, leaving jude with words in his mouth and the phone, as you ran off.

you watched from a corner a stuttering mess of jude as he went on and on listening to the ingredients and spices he mixed for dinner. grabbing your phone with his free hand showing the mess in the kitchen and the food that was almost ready to be done.

you acted like nothing happened, pecking jude's cheek when returning. "i have a question," he said curiously avoiding eye contact with you, leaning on the counter. you interlocked your hands resting them under your chin with innocent eyes. "is there a reason you've been calling me your husband today?"

"you don't like it?"

"no baby i do! but i was just wondering since you never call me that... you did it earlier today and i noticed it," he said, you tried not to laugh on the spot at his uneasy state. "am i your husband? need to know because i can't recall the day we got married," he joked.

"it's a tiny prank," you admit seeing jude roll his eyes and lean away from you. "of course it is," jude said seriously with a small frown on his face. you followed him apologizing over and over again with a laugh, jude feeling a small pang of sadness wave over him. "jude," you call out, trying to get his attention but he refused moving or backing away.

"prank or no prank, i hope you still know your my hubby, that's what i have you saved on your contact handsome," you admit, seeing a glint of happiness reach his brown eyes again. "really?" you nod, "I'll show once you say bye."

he quickly said bye, kissing the camera on turning it off, grabbing you, and setting you on the marble counters. he kissed you deeply, blowing your breath away at his certain dominance, your heart warmed as he gently grabbed your left hand and placed the slightest kisses on your ring finger.

"i hope you know that one day i'll be your husband, and you will be my wife forever."

[sanjisblackasswife]

……we’re gonna need a fic about y/n leaving dickies on the monster trio….. and law…. Pretty please….😀🥹😙😙😙

𝔾𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕚𝕞 𝕒 𝔻𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕪

If yall dont know what a dickey is its a hickey on a dick.

Ft. Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Law

Blk Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Dick sucking.

Sanji

It turns him on in the worst way.

The first time you sucked his dick you overstimulated him to the point he was blabbering between “Please stop” and keep going.

The day after that he woke up to do his usual routine of getting ready when looking down to pee he noticed a small bruise under his tip.

“I—…Y/nnnnn!”

Like a child running to their parent’s room to tell them they three up he stood by your sleeping body and tapped your shoulder in a small panic.

“Y/n…baby…baby lookit.”

You were still half sleep, so turning around to see a naked Sanji with his semi- hard cock dangling 5 inches from your face made you peer up at him.

“Sanji, I told you if you wanna use me while i’m sleep use me.” You tried turning over, voice still sleepy, he wanted to laugh a little at youur drowsy voice but shook you some more.

“N-no Y/N. It’s this. This bruise you left. I think you left a hickey on me.”

That woke you up.

Sanji was shocked, and excited all at once he nearly forgot he had to get dressed to start cooking. He couldn’t stop praising you for leaving your mark on him.

“Y/N can…can you do this again”

“What?”

“IT’S GANNA WEAR OFF SOON I WANNA KEEP IT”

You on the other hand couldn’t be more embarrassed. You didn’t mean to suck his dick THAT hard. You probably should have stopped the first time you heard him scream.

Luffy

It’s very hard to leave a hickey on him at all with his rubbery ass body, you have in the past but it took A LOT of trial and error.

When you did finally pop off and away from your boyfriend’s pelvis you felt a little pride erupting from your stomach seeing a tiny little purple spot form on his shaft.

“I did it!”

“Did what.”

You never really told Luffy you wanted to leave a dickey on him. You kept it as your own personal goal so you didn’t know how to properly explain it to him

“You can do that?!” Luffy immediately sees the hickey on his dick and starts CRACKING UP as if he didn’t just cum like a whiney slut a few seconds ago.

“You’re like a puffer fish!”

“Shut up, Luffy!”

It just tickles him to know you sucked on his dick so much just to leave such a small mark. It wasn’t bad at all, but funny none theless. Now he actually expects a dickey from you.

Which.

Have fun with getting lock jaw everytime you go down on him now.

Zoro

Didn’t even know it was possible and neither did you so when you when to experiment Zoro damn near started actually moaning and whining due to overstimulation.

“O-okay okay okay fuck—you tried long enough! We can’t—FUCK—-!”

You were determined to leave that damn hickey, your mouth was wet and covered in drool, his cum, and your lips started to swell a little. Luckily you loved sucking him off anyways so this was just another Tuesday for you.

You really wanted to leave a pretty mark on his tip.

And that you eventually did.

“HA!” You smile, face wet, teary eye’d and flustered. You rub your thumb on the tip of the sensitive dick and it causes Zoro to grab your wrist.

He was absolutely exhausted.

“You got it. Please….fucking stop.”

“You’re so lame. But look! I did it!” 😁

Zoro just doesn’t understand you or the point of why you had to damn near suck the soul out of him for a bruise that’s ganna wear off in a few hours.

….He does like looking at it though. It reminds him of his slutty little girlfriend.

Law

He bruises very easily.

So this wasnt too hard you actually leave him in dickeys all the time

and everytime you point it out he hates it.

every

single

time

“I hate that fucking word.”

“I think it’s cute. Like your dick.”

“ENOUGH.”

Doesn’t get the point of it, he thinks you’re a sadist for it. You tend to bruise him up a LOT when you both get intimate.

He does get a little shy when you point out how good of a boy he was taking it. It’s almost as if he loves being praised and marked by you.

[saeist]

“rin” you hushed with your eyes closed, hoping that rin heard you call out his name in the dark. “rin!” you say louder this time, in hopes your tone does wake him up. instead, you were met again with his quiet snores.

taking a deep breath, you slowly get your hand out and search for his own under the covers. when you successfully found his hand, you tugged it towards your waist. rin immediately stirs and wakes up from the sudden contact.

“y/n?” he groggily says, taking a peak at his alarm clock beside him which showed the current time, 3:46 AM

“hold me” you hushed once again, making yourself comfortable now that his arm draped around you. you hear him grunt as a response and not a moment later you hear his snores fill the room again, indicating that rin has fallen back asleep.

even if your eyes were closed, your mind was still wide awake. replaying all the scary scenes from the scary movie you’ve watched with rin earlier that night. not to mention that you really needed to go to the bathroom but with your mind replaying that one specific scene that still has you up at this hour, you’d rather wait for the sun to shine through to use the toilet.

you don’t know if it was just your mind playing games with you but you could feel someone or something staring right back at you from the corner of your room. you turned around to face rin’s chest in hopes that the tingly creepy feeling of being watched goes away but instead it feels like it made it worse.

with no other choice left, and too much of a pussy to open your eyes, you shake rin awake.

“rin” you mumbled, head tucked to his chest as he blinks up at the dark ceiling. “hmm?”

“i wanna pee..”

a moment of silence passes by. for a second you thought rin fell back asleep to you hear him shift around and grunt.

“then pee” he yawns, returning to his previous position, ready to go back to sleep til you shake him again.

“but i’m scared..” you sheepishly admit, not that he could see it but you could feel your cheeks burning up in embarrassment

“scared of what?”

“i’m just scared okay!” you whisper-yelled, hiding your face in his chest. you then feel him run his hand through your hair, his poor attempt to at least calm you down in some way. it was rin’s own way of saying “don’t be scared when i’m here”

rin isn’t as dense as you think he is. he was able to put two and two together on why or what could have caused you to literally have nightmares. it was obviously the movie you two have watched which was the new horror movie.

“then let me come with you to the bathroom-“

“no, i don’t want to go anymore”

even if you couldn’t see his face, rin was raising an eyebrow. were you literally about to hold your pee in just because you were too scared to go to the bathroom?

“i can accompany you because i want to pee too” rin tries to explain, for the record, he isn’t lying about wanting to pee, he actually does need to go as well.

as stubborn as always, you firmly say no. rin sighs and mumbles “okay suit yourself” and slowly gets out of bed to head over to the bathroom.

it didn’t take rin a while to get back to bed. the moment he reached for the covers, you instantly latched yourself onto him, scared that the same demon entity from the movie would come out and get either one of you.

it seems like you still weren’t falling asleep anytime soon with the way you were tossing and turning in hopes to block out the scary images burned into your mind. with no other option left, you shake rin awake again.

“y/n, please just fall asleep” you hear him complain as you woke him up again for the third time tonight. you almost felt a little apologetic to your boyfriend but it was his fault for even suggesting that you two would watch a scary movie in the first place. “could you open the lights for me, rin?” you plead as if this was your last resort onto having a good (not really) night’s rest

with a sigh, rin silently gets out of bed to groggily find your light switch to flick them on. you messily reached over for your phone that was at the foot of the bed to check the time. by now it was around 4:30 AM

“okay now get back in here” you pat the empty spot next to you as rin winces at the bright light. “you’re not gonna turn them off?” rin questions as he makes a beeline towards your bed. “no, that’s why i asked you to open them”

when rin finally snuggles in next to you, you made one last request and that is to drape his arm over you once again and repeatedly pat your sides til you fall asleep.

even if he was deadbeat tired, he still promptly complied with your request if it’s what would take you to finally sleep. slowly he notices your shallow breathing and that you’ve stopped moving all together and when rin was 100% sure that you were out like a light, he himself follows through.

you ended up waking up later that day with rin cleaning around your room. it was safe to say it was a good morning indeed

[lemoncrushh]

The Entertainer - Track 02 - Looks Like Rain

Summary: Set in the 70s, Sky Jones, a young woman from L.A., meets Harry Styles, an up-and-coming musician and frontman for the band Wildfire. Told in first person from Sky’s point of view, she shares her journey and what it’s like to fall for a rockstar.

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“He likes you.”

“He does not.”

“Yes, he does.”

“Likes me. What are we, twelve?”

Halo scoffed. “Then why do you think he keeps coming over with Mitch?”

“For the free beer and pot.”

“Gimme a break, would you? He likes you.”

“He hasn’t even tried to kiss me, Halo!”

“Have you tried to kiss him?”

“No.”

“Why the fuck not?”

I stopped drying off the plate I was holding and gave her a dirty look.

“He sleeps on the couch.”

“So what? Go out there sometime and show him what he’s missing.”

I scowled, threw the dish towel on the counter, and walked out of the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Halo called. “We’re not done.”

“I am,” I plopped on the sofa and pouted.

“Sky,” Halo said, following me into the living room, “sometimes you have to make the first move if you wanna get laid.”

I looked up at her incredulously.

“Maybe I don’t wanna ‘get laid’,” I mimicked, using air quotes.

“Really? ‘Cause…he’s really fucking cute.”

“I know he is!” I shouted, throwing my head back and covering my face with my hands as I groaned.

“Then what’s the problem?”

I listened to my breathing until it slowed. Then dropping my hands, I opened my eyes and looked at Halo.

“He acts like I’m just one of the guys. We talk about music and all that, and honestly, I really love that, but…I just feel like he thinks of me as a pal.”

Halo glared at me for a minute before rolling her eyes.

“I still think he likes you.”

And with that she turned back to the kitchen to finish the dishes.

For the next two weeks, Harry spent more nights at my place than his own. I blamed it on the fact that Mitch was with Halo and that we’d stay up late and he didn’t feel like going home alone. But part of me wondered if there wasn’t another reason. I did consider Halo’s statement that Harry liked me, but I just couldn’t believe that was true. Not when he hadn’t done much more than lay his head on my shoulder. He did hug me after a show one night, but I chalked that up to joy and adrenaline.

One time when Harry stayed over after a night of beer drinking games, I woke up and had to pee really bad, so I tiptoed out of my room, sneaking a peek in the living room. I watched Harry sleep for a minute or two, admiring his calm face and the beauty of his shut eyelids before making my way to the bathroom. On my way back though, he stirred and rolled onto his side.

“Hi,” I heard him say, or at least I thought he did. I wondered if I’d imagined it when I whispered “hi” back, but got no other response, so I simply returned to my room and closed the door behind me.

The next Friday night, Wildfire was playing at The Troubadour. It was a big deal. Word had it that their demo was making the rounds and several record executives, producers and managers would be attending. Halo and I took on the job as honorary band promoters, which basically meant we were cheerleaders. It wasn’t hard to do. The band was on fire that night. I mean, they really lived up to their name.

I stood at the front, next to the stage, singing along to all the words since I knew them already. I caught Harry smiling at me a few times, which only made me all the more excited.

After the show, I followed Halo backstage where she was in Mitch’s lap within two seconds, even though he hadn’t even bothered to remove his sweaty shirt yet. I leaned against the wall trying my best not to watch them neck when I heard someone give a wolf howl behind me. Harry appeared with his arms held high, a beer in each hand.

“Rock and Roll!” he cheered. The rest of the band hollered.

“This is fuckin’ it, man!” exclaimed Lee. “That was the best show we’ve ever done! And at the fuckin’ Troubadour, man!”

The band continued to whoop and howl until Harry finally noticed me standing there, looking like a strange little wallflower with a crooked smile.

“Here you go, darlin’,” he held a beer out to me. “Let’s have a toast. To music. To this fuckin’…AMAZING BAND!”

Everyone cheered again and we clinked beer bottles, guzzling it down as fast as we could.

“Party at your place?” Harry raised a brow, pointing at me.

“Wh-well…I…”

“Yeah, let’s go!” squealed Halo, her arm around Mitch’s neck.

The rest of the crew followed them out of the dressing room, leaving me and Harry.

“I don’t think we have any more beer,” I commented.

Harry chuckled. “No worries, love. We’ll think of something.”

The party was in full swing before Harry even arrived. The band had to tear down and pack up their gear, so Halo and I stopped at the store and bought a few things. We didn’t really need to though. By the time we got home, a keg was being delivered. The rest of the band soon followed, but no Harry.

“He was talking to some guy when we left,” explained Lee. “He told us to go ahead, he’ll be along shortly.”

Shortly, however, turned into over an hour later. There was a loud bang at the door, and I rushed to open it, afraid it was a neighbor complaining about the noise, or worse, the cops. But it was Harry. He almost fell into me, his body swaying like a swinging door loose on its hinges.

“Hey!” he greeted with bloodshot eyes, his hand still on the door frame.

“Hey yourself,” I muttered, nearly catching him before I shut the door. He was clearly drunk. “How did you get here?”

“Don’t remember. Oh yeah. S’mebody gave me a ride.”

“And something else apparently.”

Harry held up a finger like he was going to protest, or at least explain himself, but then quickly dropped his hand. “Yeah.” Then he saw the display of liquor on the counter. “Oh hey, let’s do shots!”

“Um, Harry, I think maybe we should go this way. I can fix you some coffee. Or tea.”

Harry yanked his arm from my grasp and gave me a dirty look. I’d never seen him look at me that way before. It scared me.

“I said I want shots.” He walked around me toward the other side of the counter and began to pour brown liquor into a glass.

“But…don’t you think…”

Harry whirled around, stopping me in my tracks.

“Y’don’t fuckin’ own me! Alright? Y’don’t get to tell me what t’do!”

“O-okay.”

I couldn’t breathe for the lump in my throat as I watched Harry drink another shot, the alcohol not even affecting him. Then he grabbed the entire bottle and crossed the room. My chest felt like it was closing in, and I needed some fresh air. I made my way to the patio, shutting the sliding glass door behind me.

I took a few deep, much needed breaths as I stared out into the early morning sky. It wasn’t quite dawn yet, but the clouds told me there was most likely rain coming. Very fitting, because I felt like a big storm was brewing already.

I heard a burst of loud music and turned around suddenly to see Harry stepping onto the patio. He said nothing, merely glared at me, the sound of “Purple Haze” being muffled as he closed the sliding door. I stared at him as he stepped closer, gripping the handrail next to me. He swayed back and forth, and for a moment I wasn’t sure if he wasn’t going to try to jump over, throw up, or both.

“You okay?” I finally asked, my concern never faltering.

“Fine. Just needed some air.”

“Me too.”

We were both quiet until I took another deep breath.

“I like when the sky’s like this,” I commented.

“It’s grey,” said Harry sharply. “Looks like rain.”

“I know. That’s why I like it. It’s like my name.”

“I didn’t think that was your real name.”

I could detect the tone in his voice and knew without looking at him that he was not being curious, but rather mocking me. I played it cool.

“It’s not my birth name, no. But I think it fits me better than any other name I could’ve been given, don’t you? It’s because of my eyes,” I explained, turning to face him. I urged him to look at me…hoping he’d notice and give me one of his smiles that I liked so much. “The color of them. They’re like a cloudy sky just before the rain.”

Harry scoffed and shook his head. “Some lad you fancied told you that?”

I froze in my spot, simultaneously wanting to punch him and cry and run away. Why was he being so mean?

“No,” I replied, my bottom lip trembling. “Halo came up with it. I thought it sounded pretty.”

Harry rolled his eyes and turned to go inside.

I think if the door hadn’t opened a few minutes later, I would have eventually started crying. But I’d been trying to hold myself together, willing myself not to let some stupid guy get to me. Not some dumb musician who’d been sleeping on my couch and drinking all my beer. I wiped my eyes of the nonexistent tears and turned around.

“Oh, you scared me!” I exclaimed when I noticed it was Halo.

“Sorry. What are you doing out here?” She joined me at the railing, pretending like she was watching the clouds with me, but I knew better.

“Please don’t say I’m a hypocrite, Halo.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t be in there with him.”

“Who? Harry?”

I nodded. “He took something, I think. Before he showed up. He’s acting…different.”

“Really? What do you think he’s on?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t like him like that.”

Halo turned around, leaning her back against the railing. “Why would I think you’re a hypocrite?”

I side-eyed her.

“We smoke pot, Sky,” she rolled her eyes. “That’s not the same thing.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No. And we’ve done ‘shrooms a few times. It’s no big deal. Cocaine isn’t even a big deal anymore.”

“I don’t think he’s high on coke,” I declared. “He’s…kinda mean. I offered to make him some coffee and he told me I don’t own him.”

“So he’s being a dick tonight,” shrugged Halo. “He’s probably just high on adrenaline and being cocky.”

“No…it’s not that.”

Halo sighed, pressing her lips together.

“I don’t think Harry does hard drugs, Sky.”

I furrowed my brows. “How do you know?”

“I just do. Something Mitch told me.”

“Halo!”

She sighed again. “Okay. I gotta tell you something, but swear you won’t tell Harry I told you.”

“What is it?”

“Swear?”

“Okay, I swear!”

“Harry’s best friend, Simon, was Wildfire’s original lead guitarist. He died a year and a half ago. He overdosed on heroin.”

I dropped my jaw, speechless.

“Mitch said Harry took it hard, wouldn’t talk to anybody for nearly a month. He said he never did anything as hard as heroin, but he’s sworn off all hard drugs. Music’s most important to him, so he doesn’t feel like he needs that, you know?”

“Then why?” I wondered aloud. “Why is he acting like he is?”

“Maybe he’s just really drunk. Maybe some record exec bought him some drinks after we left and he’s toasted. Just…try not to take it personally, alright? He’ll sleep it off on our sofa and be the same ol’ Harry again tomorrow.”

I blinked hard, trying my best to understand and agree with her. She patted me on the arm and stood up straight.

“I’m going back inside, okay? Do you need anything?”

“No. I’m just gonna hang out here for a few more minutes.”

Halo gave me a tight, understanding smile and returned to the party. I sighed. Maybe she was right. It was nearly sunup and Harry would probably be crashed on my couch soon enough.

Deciding to rejoin the party myself, I opened the door and was hit with the smell of marijuana. It was a scent I knew all too well, and I found my tension easing up already. Most of the rest of the party was sitting in a circle in the middle of the room, a joint being passed around. Harry sat in a chair, his eyes heavy yet focused on something straight ahead - me. He looked like Jim Morrison sitting there, his arms slung over the arms of the chair, his hair falling around his face, framing it like some rock god. The radio played Gary Glitter and for a moment I was trapped in a fantasy in my head.

“We’ve been here too long tryin’ to get along Pretending that you’re oh so shy I’m a natural man doin’ all I can My temperature is runnin’ high”

“Hey mate,” I heard Deacon say. “You want another hit?”

“No,” replied Harry, his eyes still on me. Then he lifted his hand and pointed. “I want her.”

What? My eyes about popped out of my head as I felt everyone else’s eyes on me. A smirk grew on Harry’s mouth as he turned his hand over and beckoned me with his finger.

“Do you wanna touch (yeah!) Do you wanna touch (yeah!) Do you wanna touch me there”

No! I mean…yeah…I mean…

I shook my head, my hair falling over my eyes as I ran for my bedroom and slammed the door. I fell face down on my bed, Gary Glitter’s (and probably Harry’s) question ringing in my ears. And although I knew in truth that they weren’t, I could swear I heard the sound of everyone laughing at me.

I dozed in and out of sleep for the next couple of hours. I heard the front door closing a few times, people saying their goodbyes. I heard Halo knocking on my door.

“Sky? Sky! Please come out. Everyone’s leaving. Don’t you wanna say goodbye?”

“Sky! Please. If you’re not coming out, then let me in.”

“Okay, fine. Harry’s sorry. He says he’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Sky? Are you asleep?”

I finally opened the door around seven in the morning to go to the bathroom. The inevitable rain had come and was pelting against the window and the glass door to the patio. Harry was sprawled out on the sofa, his bare feet hanging over the side as usual. And as usual, he looked peaceful. I took a detour to the kitchen and brought back a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin, leaving them on the coffee table.

When I awoke the next afternoon, Harry was gone, but he’d left me a note. At the top, he’d drawn three scribbly rain clouds.

Sky ~

I’m sorry. That wasn’t me. I’ll explain tomorrow.

H x

Songs mentioned:

Jimi Hendrix - Purple Haze

Gary Glitter - Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah!)

Hope you enjoyed! Feedback is love x.

[jodilin65]

So Tom thinks you should be able to move to another country. This is when I asked him what he thought of the immigration situation which I do not support. He has a point but I think there should be limits. Too much is simply too much. We only have so many jobs, doctors, and housing here.

Slept horribly again. Strange sounds woke me up that Tom said he didn’t hear, then I had to get up and pee, and then I couldn’t breathe out of my nose because part of my nose strip came off. Tom swore he didn’t hear any loud bangs and he checked the camera for the time I thought I heard a loud engine of some kind and didn’t see anything. He told me the other day when he was napping that he could have sworn he heard someone knocking on the door, got up and checked, but no one was there. Then he checked the camera to see if he missed anyone and he didn’t. So I guess that sometimes these things are in our dreams. I swear whatever is up there is hell-bent on doing whatever it can to fuck with my sleep!

Well, I can’t fight back against the imagined sounds, the occasional nightmares, or the screaming bladder, but I’m now pretty sure that my nose - which is getting stuffier by the minute - is because of the losartan. It makes no sense that after being here for over two years, I would develop allergies like this or that it would be from the rat even though she’s close to the bedrooms when we had two to four rats in the other place and I didn’t have this problem. The only animals I’m allergic to are cats and they affect my lungs, not my nose. So I think the losartan is responsible for the stuffiness and the snoring as well, which also started around the same time.

It’s not dangerous to stop BP meds for a while and couldn’t cause the problems that stopping my thyroid meds would cause so I’m going to hopefully have an answer within a few days to a week, according to my research. I might have to try something else or not take anything and really watch my sodium intake and hope I don’t get kidney damage from the high blood pressure if I’m not able to get the weight off, or if I am and it doesn’t help. Not everyone with high blood pressure gets kidney damage, though, just like not everyone with high cholesterol has a heart attack, and not all fat people become diabetic. There’s just an increased risk, but not a guarantee.

I still expect to have some fatigue because my thyroid still isn’t perfect and I’m still older but I’m pretty sure I never had sleep apnea. Dozed for an hour earlier which helped a bit but I’m still quite exhausted. I’m very grateful for speech-to-text because sitting up typing all this would be a bit of a drag on those really tired days.

Sleep was horrible, as I said. I had to have woken up at least half a dozen times and one of the times it was hard to get back to sleep. First I thought I heard or at least felt a couple of thumps, then a loud engine, then I had to pee, then it was my nose, and then I had an awful dream about getting ready to move back to my home state with my parents. I didn’t know Tom in the dream. I’m not sure where my parents and I were living but we weren’t living together at the time. They were in the process of looking for a place up north for the three of us and I made them a tearful video trying to explain my sleep disorder to them, knowing they wouldn’t get it.

As for the diet, I was horribly hungry and tired yesterday, so I’m going to take today off as Tom suggested and then rethink how I’m going to approach it from there. I can definitely say that 1200 calories is too low for me in this day and age. It takes more calories for me to feel good than when I was younger. So if I feel comfortable with 1600 calories a day as I usually do, that’s probably what my body needs. Besides, I’m not that big so there’s no point in being obsessed over my weight other than in Andy’s imagination, lol. The question is what direction do I want to go? Do I want to add 100 calories at a time until I feel better but might still be able to lose weight, or start at something like 1500 a day and deduct 100 calories at a time till I’m not feeling as good and adjust from there?

It might rain today. This is definitely the wettest winter since we’ve been here. Seems a bit colder too but if there’s any good in it it’s that it’s keeping the honker off his motorcycle more often.

I was in the bathroom in the evening when I heard those dogs going off and I swear they sounded like they were in the field behind the house. Then the barking quickly faded away as if they ran around the corner of a building which makes me think even more that they’re behind us and not coming from that subdivision. Because sounds travel easier in cooler weather they were almost to the point of being annoying.

[imaslutformaybank]

I was wondering if you would write an evan buckley x reader. Where they argue about having kids because buck wants kids now but the reader wants to wait

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A/N: thank you for requesting lovely! sorry you had to wait so long, hope you enjoy!

one shot, blurb, or head canon?: one shot

pairing: evan buckley x reader

warnings: yelling, cursing, bit of toxic buck, mentions of throwing up, mentions of pregnancy

wc: 1569

“hey, buck, i think i’m gonna call in today.  i’m not feeling well,” i called to my boyfriend.  

“why, what’s wrong? you think you have a cold or something?” he asked as he came into the room, walking over to me and pressing the back of his hand against my forehead. “you don’t feel warm to me.”

“i’ve been feeling nauseous since like 3 in the morning,” i said.

“what if you’re pregnant?” he asked.

“god, i hope not,” i joked, causing him to furrow his eyebrows.  i furrowed mine as well. “what?”

“why not?” he asked.

“i’m not ready for a baby.”

“how come?” 

“do i really need a reason?” i asked, past fears rising in my brain.

“i’m just curious,” he said, “i mean, you know i want babies with you.”

“yeah, i know, i do too.  i’m just not ready right now,” i said, “let’s talk about this later, you're gonna be late for work.”

“no, i got some time,” buck said, sitting on the bed in front of me.

“where is this coming from? we’ve never even talked about having children before,” i said, reaching for the water on the bedside table.

“well, i kind of think it’s time to start.  we’ve been together for 5 years, y/n.”

“wow, really? i had no clue,” i gasped, causing him to purse his lips. “i’m just joking around, lighten up.”

“i’m serious.  i want to start thinking about having a baby.”

“buck, i already told you that i am not ready to have a child.”

“but i think we should, it would teach us-’”

“buck, i’m not having a baby right now.  i just need some time to-”

“time for what, y/n? how much more time do you need?” he asked, raising his voice.

“why are you acting like we’re 80 years old? we still have time.”

“i don’t want to wait anymore.”

“i’m not arguing with you about this.  i told you, i want to have a baby with you, just not now.”

“whatever.  i’ll call you when i’m on my way home,” he said before storming out of the bedroom.

no goodbye, no ‘i love you,’ nothing.  i rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone, quickly dialing my boss’s number.  after letting her know i wouldn’t be in today, i got cozy under the sheets.  

i don’t remember falling asleep, but when i woke up, the sun was at it’s highest point in the sky and shining right in my face.  i groaned and sat up, rubbing the fatigue out of my eyes.  

after staring at the wall for a good 5 minutes, i finally decided to get out of bed and make myself something to eat.

i went downstairs to the kitchen, in search of something that would satisfy me, yet not make me sick.  i found a can of chicken noodle soup in the cupboard and figured it would do.  

after heating the soup up and transferring it from a pot to a bowl, i made my way over to the living room to get comfortable on the couch... only to have to run to the bathroom just seconds later.

i dropped to my knees as vomit fell from my mouth into the toilet.  after i was done puking my guts out, i groaned and sat on the floor.  my brain began to run wild as i thought about what buck said earlier.  

what if i’m pregnant?

i mean, duh, we have sex, but we use condoms.  even though condoms aren’t 100% effective.  oh my god.  i rose to my feet and flushed the toilet, then made my way upstairs to brush my teeth for the 5th time today.  after that, i grabbed a hoodie, slipped it over my head and made my way back down the stairs and out the front door.

after peeing on not 1, not 2, but 3 sticks, i discovered that i am in fact pregnant.  i didn’t realize that i had started to cry until i noticed multiple tear drops falling onto the coffee table.  

i quickly wiped my face and stood up when i heard the front door open.  jeez, i was sitting on that couch questioning my life decisions for quite a while longer than i thought i was.  

“hi,” i spoke, my voice cracking.  buck looked up at me and furrowed his eyebrows.

“hi.  are you crying?” he asked.  i crossed my arms over my chest and shrugged, nodding over to the coffee table.

“you got your wish,” i said.  this left an even more confused look on his face as he made his way over to the three positive pregnancy tests.  

after picking one up, he looked over at me, all of the confusion written on his face before was gone.

“y/n-”

“i really don’t need you to tell me how great this is right now, i just-” my voice started to crack again as more tears began to spill out of my eyes. he quickly stepped toward me and shocked me by wrapping his arms around me.  i just stood still as he held me while i cried. “i’m scared,” i sobbed, ragged breaths escaping my mouth.  he pulled away and led me to the couch, sitting us down.

“you don’t have to be scared.  i shouldn’t have put that type of pressure on you.  you don’t have to do this,” he said, running his thumb across my knuckles.

“but you want a baby, and i should be able to take care of your needs,” i said, tears still sliding down my cheeks.  he shook his head slightly as he wiped my face.

“you are my biggest necessity in life.  you’re a person, not just a child bearer.  if you want to wait, then we’ll wait,” he said.  i basically felt my body go limp as i leaned into his chest, wrapping my arms around him.

“i love you, okay? i’m sorry for being an asshole earlier,” he said rubbing my back.  my breathing started to slow as i leaned my head against his shoulder.

“i need to tell you something,” i said, pulling away from him slowly.

“anything.”

i took a deep breath before starting, knowing that this topic of conversation strikes a nerve for me.

“you know how i’ve never really talked about my mom? how i didn’t give you any explanation as to how she died?” i asked.  he nodded his head, holding my hand in between two of his. “well, this is how. she died when she gave birth to me. i grew up without a mother... because of me.”

“y/n, that-”

“i already know that you’re gonna tell me that it wasn’t my fault. realistically, i know that it wasn’t. but, there’s still a part of me that feels like it was. if that.. if i died while giving birth to my child, i would never want them to feel the way i did growing up.  that is why i’m scared.  that is why i want to wait.  but, the thing with waiting is that every day that i don’t have a baby is a day in which what happened to my mom grows more likely to happen to me.”

buck stayed silent.  i could tell that he was trying to find the right words to say, but for every word he didn’t speak was a thought in my head that was telling me i sounded insane.

“you’re not crazy,” he said, as if he was a mind reader. “everything you just said makes total sense, but... y/n you’re not your mom.  you’re the strongest person i know, and i’ll wait forever if i have to.  if you never want children, i will still love you.”

“but i do, buck.  that’s why i’m so conflicted.  i want to experience the joy of having a baby, but it would be selfish of me if i had a child and died during the process.  i would give them a lifetime of pain for my 5 minutes of pleasure.”

“you’re not selfish.  the fact that you even think like that proves that you’re the exact opposite,” he said.  i shook my head and looked down at my hands. “hey, look at me,” he said, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look into his eyes. “you and i are gonna grow old together, whether or not we have children.  if you want to have this baby, you need to believe it.  we’re gonna be old and wrinkly and our kid is gonna visit us in our huge house 70 years from now.”

“i don’t want to get wrinkly,” i sniffled, causing him to laugh. “but i do want this baby.”

“are you 100% sure? this isn’t because of what i said earlier?” he asked.  i shook my head no.

“i love you, and i’m going to love this baby,” i said, looking down at my stomach.  

“then, we’re having a baby,” he said, causing me to smile and nod.

“we’re having a baby!”

8 months and 27 days later, y/n gave birth to an unnamed baby girl.  when asked by the hospital staff what y/n and buck would be calling her, buck came up with an idea.

“elena,” he said, causing y/n’s jaw to drop.

“my mom’s name,” she muttered as tears begin to well up in her eyes.

“elena madeline buckley.”

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Blood

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Tony Stark x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,190ish

Request: Could you write something like reader gets her period overnight and stains the bedsheets (and maybe Tony's clothes) and Tony wakes up and sees the blood (freaks out a bit thinking he hurt her, then it clicks), she is super embarrassed + miserable, and Tony is like all soft + reassuring & takes care of her cause she's got horrible cramps and stuff..

Warnings: blood, periods

Tony’s mind was screaming at him to get up. Or, should he say is bladder. He needed to pee so bad, but he didn’t want to leave the comfort of his own bed. Especially with you cuddled up against him. It was so full of love, comforting, and warm. He feared that by moving, he would ruin that or worse, wake you. But eventually, his bladder won and he grudgingly moved himself away from your body, pushed himself out of bed, and headed to the bathroom. 

Once he got there and went to move some clothing around, he froze. Tony’s eyes went wide as he noticed blood on his clothes. He quickly examined himself, quickly finding that the blood wasn’t from him. But that didn’t calm him. In fact, it made his heart pound more. If the blood wasn’t Tony’s, that meant it was yours.

Tony raced back into the bedroom and threw off the covers, not caring if he woke you. Fear bubbled up in his chest as his mind immediately told him that he had hurt you. His absolute worse fear. Tony quickly noted how there was blood on the shorts you were wearing and the sheets around your bottom. 

“Honey, wake up,” Tony said urgently as he shook you awake. “Y/N!”

“Tony…” you groaned, craning your neck around to look at him. “What’s going on—“ you cut yourself off as a pain seared your lower abdomen. “Uh!”

“You’re bleeding everywhere, Y/N. I’ve got to get you down to the med-bay.”

You looked down and noticed the blood too. Before you could do anything else, the pain in your lower abdomen happened again and you groaned, wanting to curl in on yourself. But the pain wasn’t a new pain. It was familiar and you knew exactly what was causing it.

“That’s it,” Tony said as you groaned again. He pushed his arms between you and the bed and picked you up. “We’re going down to the—“

“No!” You quickly exclaimed. “Tony, I’m fine. Just get me to the bathroom.”

“How can you even say that you’re fine, Y/N?! You’re bleeding out. I have your blood on my hands!” He began carrying you towards the door. “We’re going down to the—“

“My period started, Tony. That’s where the blood is coming from.”

Tony stopped. “Oh. Yeah, that would make sense. I didn’t think of that.”

“Yeah, so if you could put me down, that would be great.”

“Oh no. I’m still taking care of you.” He hanged direction so that he was heading to the bedroom’s ensuite. “I know how bad your period can get and obviously, it’s pretty bad right now.”

“Tony…”

“Nope. You’re not getting out of me helping you, honey. As your boyfriend, it’s kind of my job to make sure you’re taken care of.”

You knew that there was really no point in arguing it any further. Once Tony got his mind made up about something, there was no changing it. Especially when it came to you and your health and safety. To Tony, there was nothing more important than your health and safety.

Tony carefully set you down on the toilet so that you could go to the bathroom. While you were taking care of things there, Tony began running the shower. He grabbed two towels, a change of clothes for him, a new pair of panties for you, and your favorite sweater of his. Once Tony heard the toilet flush, he was back in the small toilet room with you.

“What are you doing Tony?” You asked as his fingers grasped the edge of the shirt you were wearing.

“Taking care of the most important thing in my life. Now, lift your arms up. We’re jumping in the shower.”

You did as you were told and lifted your arms up. You watched as Tony lovingly helped stripped you of your clothes and guided you to the shower. 

“I’ll join you in a second,” Tony told you as he helped you into the shower. “I’m just going to quickly remake the bed.”

“Okay,” you breathed out, so overwhelmed by his loving actions and all that comes with your period that your brain was short-circuiting. 

Tony pressed a kiss to the back of one of your hands before slipping out of the bathroom. You could feel your muscles began to relax under the warm water. You closed your eyes and just stood there, letting the water run over you. Tony smiled softly at the sight when he came back into the bathroom. He quickly stripped and joined you in the shower. You winced and groaned slightly as the pain in your lower abdomen started up again.

“I’m here, honey,” Tony said softly as he wrapped one around around you to bring you into him and his free hand when to gently massage your abdomen. “I’ve got you.”

You relaxed into him. He held you like that for a while, frequently pressing light kisses against your exposed skin. Eventually, Tony began to help wash you up. You stood there, just allowing him to take care of you. Before you knew it, you were all cleaned up. Your eyes were still closed. Noticing that, Tony smirked and cupped your face.

“You good, hun?” He asked quietly.

“Mhm,” you hummed with a nod, eyes fluttering open. 

“Good.” He kissed your lips lightly. “I’m going to dry off and get dressed quickly before I help you, alright?”

“Okay.” You nodded.

Tony left the shower and you stayed under the still warm shower water. You watched as Tony dried himself off and changed into his clothes. He then reached back into the shower, turned the water off, and carefully led you out. You almost immediately began to shiver but Tony was almost just as fast in getting the towel on you. He gently dried you off before leading you into the small toilet room of the bathroom.

“Take care of what you need to,” Tony said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Let me know when you’re done.”

He left, leaving you alone with the many feminine product options he had for you in there. 

“Tony,” you called, beginning to feel tired.

“Yes, dear?” He responded, peaking his head in. 

“‘m ready,” you mumbled, barely able to keep your eyes open.

Tony chuckled lightly at the sight before helping you into the clothes he had gotten for you. He then carried you to the freshly made bed. He got you all situated on your side before walking around and crawling into his side of the bed. 

“FRIDAY, turn off the lights please,” Tony requested. “And make sure no one bugs us tomorrow.”

“Of course, boss,” the AI responded.

Tony reached over and pulled you into him. He made sure that his large hands were resting over your lower abdomen in case he needed to help you with the craps again.

“Thank you, Tony,” you breathed out quietly, almost asleep. “Love you.”

Tony smiled to himself and kissed you behind your ear. “Of course, honey. I love you too.”

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[versadies]

Hello!! Can I request a song fic of that Scaramouche concept you thought of(if that is allowed)?? Sorry if this seems messy, You can ignore this if you want. The song can be any of your choosing, but if it required to choose a song, then the song can be "Alec Benjamin - Let Me Down Slowly". Thanks in advance!!

down slowly (songfic)

penpal: omg i honestly didn’t expect someone to request this 😳😳😳 hope you like this!!

pairing/s: scaramouche x gn!reader (reader knows how to sing)

sypnosis: an au where the reader was the original 6th harbinger and the calm, intelligent scaramouche was their right hand man. a tale of how he becomes the scaramouche we know of after a tragic incident that happened to the reader.

warning/s: death, violence, ooc!scaramouche (he's not going to act like the canon one)

song: let me down slowly by alec benjamin

note: scaramouche's role for you is basically like sara to baal but there's romance between the two of you (your age in here is the same as scaramouche's). take note that anything related to scaramouche’s past here is not canon to the actual lore.

this night is cold in the kingdom i can feel you fade away

it was in inazuma when he met you, beating all the fatui agents thinking that they were going to beat you, a "helpless" person.

your cold eyes was the first thing he laid eyes on when he looks up at you.

"and who you may be?" you asked, staring at the man in disgust as you stand up from the ground and pat your outfit. "you must be bold enough to beat down ten fatui agents in front of a harbinger."

while others would've been peeing their pants at the sight of your presence alone, he stared at you as though you're the most divine thing.

you scoffed at his silence. "can't talk buddy?" you asked, causing him to blink a few times before standing up quickly and bow down. "apologies, i-i thought they were going to-"

"fight me? please, if anything they're going to be the ones getting beaten down by me." you cut him off, glancing at the unconscious agents with a sigh, not noticing how scaramouche felt his mouth twitch upward a bit from your comment.

"though i must say, the way you fought them is impressive- even without using your vision and all." you said blankly, adjusting your hat.

"....i beg your pardon?" he asks, causing you to roll your eyes. "do i have to repeat myself? it's not everyday that you have a harbinger praising your skills."

before scaramouche could say anything, you immediately interrupted again, looking at him as though you thought of an incredible idea.

"say.. why don't you join the fatui?"

from the kitchen to the bathroom sink and your steps keep me awake

the man then found himself being a part of the fatui. if there's one thing that makes the fatui less sufferable for scaramouche: it was you, the 6th harbinger of the fatui, the balladeer.

although he had to go through extreme measures to get to his position as the right-hand man, it was worth it being able to be by your side. even if he has to listen to you yelling and cursing at your subordinates all day, it was worth it.

your reputation among the fatui is truly something scaramouche looks up to, the cunning-intelligent individual who can turn the skies to purple and struck opponents down with lightning. not only were you one of the most intelligent but also one of the most powerful harbingers that teyvat has ever seen.

and no, he doesn't care about the fact that you're the most disliked harbinger. to him, you're his savior and the only person he could spend an eternity with.

besides, you brought him something worth living for.

it was the cold atmosphere he felt when you first praised him as a fatui member.

"how are the recruits while i was away?" you asked, walking around the hallways of the zapolyarny palace with scaramouche following behind, making pace with you. "they've been to their assigned positions and i assigned a few of the subordinates to supervise them."

"good." you then stood in front of the doors of where the tsaritsa resides, fixing yourself before taking a deep breath. "you may start preparing our next mission. i'll be back in my office shortly once i'm done talking to the tsaritsa."

he bows. "understood, my lord/lady."

"i'll see you then, scarmouche. keep up with the good work."

don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste i once was a man with dignity and grace

although he was living the dream of being your right-hand man, he often seen people talking about him behind his back. it doesn't bother him, really, but sometimes it gets irritating whenever one mentions your name for such a pathetic conversation.

however, he would never expect a fatui agent to push him off the cliff in the cold embrace of snezhnaya's winter with no sign of coming back. all of this because of how envy the agent is of you "favoring" scaramouche.

it was a miracle that he survived (with major injuries of course) - though, he was astounded that the fatui agent didn't think of taking him to a higher cliff to instantly kill him.

if only he had a pyro vision to keep him warm.

given the circumstances, scaramouche would most likely die from hypothermia if not blood loss. he didn't think this is how he'd died. he thought he'll die from protecting you, or even from old age. but no, he had to die in a pathetic cold way.

it felt like hours, days even. the pain was killing him slowly as he stares at the sky.

however, when he heard familiar footsteps coming nearby followed by a familiar voice calling out his name, he felt relieved, finally allowing himself to embrace the comfort of slumber.

he heard the sounds of your humming when he woke up.

you stopped humming, watching as he slowly wakes up from his slumber. "oh good, you're awake." you spoke up, a dull expression on your face was plastered. "and here i thought i was going to waste my time waiting for my right-hand man to wake up."

"how... how did i get here?" he asked, voice hoarse. you sigh in response, leaning against the chair more. "i was the one who found you. one of my cicin mages reported me that a stupid agent recklessly boasted about how he left you in the middle of nowhere while being injured and can become the next right-hand man." you answered.

his breath hitches at your response. you decided to go through snezhnaya just to look for him?

if scaramouche wasn't in love back then, he's head-over-heels for you now.

"don't think i actually had to drop my responsibilities for you. the fatui agent killed himself before we could get any information on him, so i let my most trustworthy agents to search for you but didn't find you at all. i had to find you myself instead." you said, as if you read his mind. "besides, you didn't die and you didn't deserve what you went through."

he watched as you stood up from your seat. "i'll be taking my leave given that you look okay." you then snap your fingers, gesturing the nurse behind you to treat him. "take your time in healing. just come back to my office when you're okay enough to work."

before scaramouche could say anything, you already left the room, leaving him alone with the nurse.

although he felt flattered that you went around the nation to look for him, all he could think about was how you must've been disappointed that he's weak enough to be killed by a fatui agent.

now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace so please, please

the moment he was released from being hospitalized, he started to focus on being stronger - stronger enough to prevent himself from being pushed off on the cliff by a jealous agent, stronger enough to take down 20 agents in less than 5 minutes, stronger enough to protect you -

stronger enough to become a harbinger.

when you found out of scaramouche's new goal, he was surprised that you started helping him. teaching him how to defend himself without a vision.

"if there's one thing i can teach you about being a harbinger, it's better to have nothing to lose." you said to him one day as the both of you stroll around inazuma. "when being a harbinger, there has to be a lot of consequences that one must face. it's better to face them alone than to see someone you care for suffer because of the consequences you caused."

he felt your cold hand as he brushed his fingers against yours when passing documents to you.

"i see..." he said in understanding.

"kill my curiosity but do you not have someone who you consider as your loved one?" you asked, raising your eyebrow in confusion.

scaramouche pauses from your question. indeed he does not have one other than you- but he knows he couldn't say it's you. why would he? he's aware that you'll never look at him the same way he does to you.

you'll never love him.

"i don't, my lord/lady."

and it hurts to know.

could you find a way to let me down slowly? a little sympathy, I hope you can show me

he wonders what would happen to you and him when he becomes a harbinger.

"oh? you're planning on becoming an official harbinger once we get back?" you asked, looking at scaramouche as though he has two heads. you cackled in amusement and comment, "hah! good luck with that, i'd like to see you try."

you took note of how he's oddly silent. "you're being weird lately, what's gotten into you?" you ask.

"forgive me but may i ask.. what will happen to us when the day comes, my lord/lady?" he asks, hesitant laced in his tone.

you furrowed your eyebrows. "the day when you're a harbinger?" he nods in response, looking away from your gaze with a sigh. "i was wondering if... if we could still be together-"

suddenly he felt your cold fingers cupping his cheeks and turns him around to your direction.

he could taste the sweetness of your lips when you kissed him.

it was a short kiss, but he felt like he's on top of the world. is this a dream? please don't wake him up from this dream.

you then wipe your mouth, chuckling at his astounded reaction. "that," you breathed out. "is what will happen to you and i when you become a harbinger."

he felt his heart beating so fast, watching as you look at one of the most dangerous areas of inazuma. "this shall be your last mission, scaramouche."

if you wanna go then i'll be so lonely if you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

he thought he finally has what he wanted.

"why?" he breathed out, staring at you with wide eyes as though you did something bad. "why did you do it?"

you shakily look up at him, trying to ignore the overwhelming exhaustion from your body. you overestimated yourself in using your foul legacy but you didn't care, all that was in your thoughts was making sure scaramouche isn't in danger.

you will not let the only person who doesn't hate you die.

"i had to." you said weakly. "go, leave this nation. report to the tsaritsa of my passing and take my position."

he shook his head, kneeling beside you. "i refuse to leave you, my lord/lady."

you chuckle lightly. "idiot. the agents will take my body back to snezhnaya, of course you won't leave me." you then look down at your vision, watching its light flickering.

"take my vision with you too."

he felt a part of his soul disappear as the light of your eyes fades away, leaving nothing but your fatigued corpse on his arms.

from that day, he stopped shedding tears.

let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down

he stares at your.. his vision.

as soon as he was announced as the new 6th harbinger of the fatui, your vision glowed under his palm, showing a familiar color of purple.

was this the electro archon's way of mocking him for what happened?

he grits his teeth. out of all the times he could've earned his vision, it had to be weeks after suffering the things he endured to have this position,

and it had to be in the vision you once used before you pass.

"i'll live on for your legacy, my lord/lady." scaramouche mumbled to himself, staring down at your hat on his desk. not only did the tsaritsa appointed him as the 6th harbinger but she also assigned everything you own as his. your title, your office, your unit, everything you once owned was now his.

it was clear to him that he's no longer the weak scaramouche that always follows the balladeer's footsteps. he's now the vengeful balladeer that yearns for the screams of his victims in inazuma, living in your name.

he’s now devoted to the tsaritsa, unknown to her majesty that it was all an act just because you taught him so.

he treats his subordinates the way you treat them, making everyone being weirded out by how he's so much like you. although he despises the gossip that runs through the organization, he really can’t deny that he does act like you,

he has nothing to lose after all.

if you wanna go then i'll be so lonely if you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

[seita]

in-game | kenma kozume (m.)

pairing: kenma/reader genre: angst, fluff, smut wordcount: 𝟸𝟼𝟶𝟸 tags: established relationship, gamer!kenma cw: neglectful behavior, crying, hurt/comfort, cuddling, riding, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, dom!kenma.

+ note: self indulgent bc im a hurt/comfort whore and i was going thru some KENMA FEELINGS when i wrote this.

˖˖ summary: kenma’s been awfully neglectful lately, preoccupied with his video games. you eventually get fed up and he has to comfort you and fix the hurt he caused you.

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Your lovely boyfriend had been playing video games nonstop for days. It had gotten to the point that even your personal time together, curled up in bed before sleeping, had been infringed upon. Instead of him coming to bed with you to cuddle and talk, he was staying up and coming to bed after you fell asleep. You’d wake up to him already sitting in front of his computer or the TV resuming his gameplay when you woke up.

You got it was his job and he loved to play with every fiber of his being but you couldn’t help but feel...neglected. You tried to ignore the aching feeling in the pit of your chest when you greeted him good morning and only sometimes received a grunt in response. 

It was weighing heavily on you and you were saddened that he didn’t even notice your downed state. He also didn’t seem to miss your presence when you began to hide in different rooms away from him. 

It all came to a head one evening when you found yourself craving him. Craving like having his touch on your body, making you feel good and loved like you knew he did so well. Kenma didn’t have the biggest sex drive around and as a result it sort of caused your own to dim as well. But when either of you had the urge you usually had no problems going to the other to have it sorted. 

This time, however, you found yourself hesitating. 

There was no way he’d choose you over that video game right now.

So with a heavy heart you laid back in bed and slid your hand down your panties, shuddering when you felt your wet folds beneath your fingertips. 

You could hear Kenma’s video game through the thin walls of your shared apartment. It was distracting, knowing he was out there so close yet so far. It had been a long time since you had to get yourself off; you never needed to when you had the sweetest boyfriend ever living with you. 

After touching yourself for what felt like ages, you realized you were nowhere near orgasm and promptly gave up. The frustrations of being stuck horny mixed with your hurt over being neglected by your boyfriend finally bubbled over and you felt tears pricking at your eyes. You rolled over, stuffing your face into his pillow as you cried. It muffled your whimpers and wails, not that your boyfriend would notice anyway. 

Suddenly, you sat up and sniffled a bit. Something dawned on you as you sat there, listening to your boyfriend’s video game blast explosions through the walls. 

There was no reason for you to be made to feel like this. You had to step up and talk to him. Communication was always the most important thing in your relationship with Kenma. He was a quiet, introverted guy who kept 99% to himself. When you first started dating back in high school, you both made it completely clear that you needed to talk to  each other. 

Yet there you were, ignoring that rule you’d made with him. 

You crawled out of bed and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand as you stumbled out of the bedroom. 

Kenma was sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the wooden coffee table as he slouched back. His hair was in a messy bun, a bored expression on his face as he slammed his thumbs against the controller buttons. 

“Kenma,” you said, pausing in the doorway to the living room. 

He didn’t reply, making you huff and try again. You called his name louder, stepping into the room. Finally, he tore his eyes from the screen to cast a glance at you before immediately looking back to the screen. However, it only lasted a second before his head was jerking to look back at you with wide eyes. 

He sat up straighter, hitting pause on his game as he frowned up at you, “Have you been crying?”

You sigh and nod, stepping closer to him, fidgeting nervously with the hem of your shirt.

“Why?” he asked, the sincerity in his voice making your eyes tear up again.

Your bottom lip trembled as all the feelings you’ve been holding back flooded forth; “I just...really miss you lately, Kenma. You’ve been so...busy and I...just feel like you’ve forgotten me.”

His gaze softened as your words sunk in. He uttered your name, soft and sympathetic before reaching his hand out for you. You quickly slipped your fingers into his palm, letting him tug you into his lap. His arms wrapped around you, one hand cupping the back of your head as he pulled your face into his shoulder. You felt the tears you’d been holding back come forth as you heard him whisper soft apologies in your ear.

You didn’t say anything more, feeling yourself begin to doze, nestled in his lap as he rubbed his hand down your back. You sighed happily snuggling into him. The music to his game played in the background and you found yourself speaking; “you can play again.”

“A-Are you sure?” he asked, skeptical though he knew you were bound to doze off.

You nodded and closed your eyes, relaxing against him. You felt him shift as he grabbed the controller once more, settling back into the couch cushions before resuming his game. You quickly fell asleep to the feeling of the occasional kiss against your temple from him. 

When you woke up, it was from being gently jostled. Kenma quickly noticed you had awoken and he frowned, reaching over to tuck some hair behind your ear.

“Sorry…” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s okay,” you reply, sitting up, “How long was I out?”

He shook his head, “Like an hour or so.”

You rolled over and got out of bed, making Kenma frown before you disappeared into the bathroom. He went back to the living room to resume his game, sitting on the couch with his controller in his lap. When you came back from going pee, you paused to take a look at him. 

His bun was loose, hair falling prettily around his face. He had changed into a loose t-shirt that was too big so it fell off his shoulder, revealing his collarbones and an expanse of unmarked, pale skin. He wore a pair of soft sweatpants that he owned several colors of; they were his favorites. 

He looked up at you when you came in, patting his lap before holding his hand out for you.

“You’re tired, why don’t you go to sleep?” he asked, thumbing beneath your eyes, which were still a bit red from crying earlier.

“Wanna be with you,” you whisper, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers resting his hand on your back before pressing a kiss to your head, “Take all the time you need.”

You smile, relishing in having his attention, even as you heard the game play on in the background. He occasionally pressed a kiss against you. 

Suddenly, the arousal you had been feeling came back to the forefront of your mind and you found yourself squirming in his lap. He grunted, brows coming together.

“Settle down, baby,” he mumbled, kissing your shoulder, eyes glued to the TV.

“Kenma…” you whimper, leaning back a bit, making sure to stay out of his way of the TV, “Can I…” he hummed, glancing at you for a second before looking back at the TV, “I really wanna ride you.”

He shuddered, nodding his head, “Go ahead, baby. Get me hard.”

You grin gleefully, and reach down to palm him, finding he’s already rapidly growing harder. Tugging at the elastic band of his sweats, he shifts a bit so you can pull his cock free, tucking the band beneath his balls. He sighs at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him to give his length a few squeezes. 

You pucker your lips and spit down on the head, using it to slick up his shaft to aid in your movements. Before long, hot puffs were coming from his lips and he was at full hardness. 

You sat up and yanked your panties down before tugging your shirt over your head. Completely, naked, Kenma sat back to admire your body with a low curse. 

Reaching beneath you, you gripped his cock to line him up at your entrance.

“Don’t hurt yourself, baby,” he whispered, glancing up at your through messy bangs, “Run and get the lube.”

“D-Don’t need it,” you whine, running the head between your folds. 

He hisses but hits pause, gripping your hip to stop you from sinking down with a pointed look, “Go get the lube, now.”

You pout but do as you’re told, crawling off his lap to rush to the bedroom. The bottle sits inside the bedside table on his side and you grab it quickly. 

When you return to the living room, he’s sitting as you left him, cock resting against his t-shirt, leaving a wet spot from where it steadily drools precum. 

“Here,” you grunt, crawling back into his lap, “I really don’t need it.”

“Why do you say that?” he asks, putting his controller down to take the bottle from your hands.

You watch, mouth open as he pours some into the palm of his hand. His hands were always so pretty; lithe fingers and prominent veins. He wraps his fist around his length and coats the smooth skin in the liquid. Using what was left on his fingers, he slides two fingers into your cunt. You grunt and grip his shoulders as he scissors his digits.

“You are wet,” he hummed, crooking his fingers to find your g-spot easily.

“T-Told you,” you pant, “I’ve been...wet for hours…”

“Why didn’t you just come and ask me?” he mumbled, frowning as he focuses on your fingers swallowing his fingers before he slowly adds a third.

“D-Didn’t think...oh, that you’d care,” you confess.

He shakes his head and pulls his fingers free, wiping them clean on his sweats before grabbing his controller.

“Don’t be stupid,” he mumbled, but you can hear the hurt in his voice at your words, “I’m always here, even if it doesn’t seem like I don’t because I’m being an ass.”

“Can I ride you now?” you ask, kissing your forehead.

“Take what you need, baby, I’m all yours,” his breathing stutters as you line him up with your entrance and begin sinking down, “That’s it...it’s all for you, make yourself feel good.”

You let out a slow breath as you sink down, taking his cock into your dripping walls. The stretch burns just a bit but it only feels pleasurable. Kenma sighs, biting his lip as his grip on the controller tightens as you squeeze him so perfectly. 

You do your best not to jostle him too much as you ride him, grinding against him so stimulate your clit. After being unable to cum earlier, you feel yourself getting closer to your first orgasm. Your movements stutter and you press your cheek to his shoulder, panting and whining as you work yourself over the edge.

“That’s it, use my cock, baby,” Kenma pants, throbbing within your spasming walls, “Cum for me.”

And you do. It’s a calm, slowly cresending orgasm that fades almost as quickly as it arrived. But still, it left you trembling in his lap. Taking a breather, you sit quietly with your eyes closed, his cock still buried inside you while you waited for the oversensitivity to pass. 

He let you, kissing your cheek and head as you came down, patiently waiting for you to do as you needed -- just as he promised. He was there for you right now, even though his eyes were on his game, his mind was concentrated on you and your sweet cunt wrapped around him. 

Before long, you were moving again, but this time you began bouncing. 

He groaned, leaning back as you expertly worked your hips so the tip prodded every sweet spot in your walls. You were dripping down his length, making a mess of his sweats but he truly couldn’t care less in that moment. He cursed under his breath, accidentally pressing a wrong button on his controller. 

“I’m cumming again!” you squeal, nails biting into his shoulders as you toss your head back and shudder, soaking his length in your cum. He hisses, hitting pause and tossing the controller to the other end of the couch. He grabs your hips and plants his feel on the floor, jackhammering his hips up while holding you stationary, “K-Kenma!”

“Cum again,” he groans, his own eyes rolling back. 

“F-Fuck!” you toss your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight as you cum again. Perhaps you never even came down from your second one. Regardless, you’re hurled into a third -- this one messier than before. 

You squirt, soaking his shirt and abdomen, “Good fucking girl, good girl.”

“Th-Thought you’d let me take what I need…” you pant, trembling as he moves your hips under his strong grip, working you through the aftershocks. 

He huffs out a laugh, head resting against the back of the couch, “Why let you take when I can give?”

You moan, head falling back when you ride him once more. Your body trembles in overstimulation but you just can’t get enough. He cups your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers as he stares up at you as if you were a goddess. Hell, to him, you were one. 

“I love you so much,” he confesses, gaze soft.

You meet his eyes and feel an overwhelming sense of love overcoming you. Leaning forward, you press your lips to his and pull him in for a deep, sweet kiss. 

He reciprocates naturally, cupping the back of your head.

“I love you more,” you reply, resting your forehead against his, “I love you more than anything, Kenma.”

“Shh, baby,” he coos, hearing the raw emotion bleeding into your voice, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You whimper, burying your face in his neck as you resume riding him. He holds you close, caressing your skin and whispering words of encouragement as you crest once again. This time, you take him with you. 

He spills into you, a heavy groan in your ear as he pumps his hot load into your spasming cunt. You both relax, your body trembling as tears trickle down your cheeks and you sniffle. He pulls you back so he can look at your face. He cups your cheeks and presses a kiss to your nose.

“I’m sorry, _____,” he whispers sincerely, “I never meant to make you feel like I didn’t care about you.”

“It’s okay now,” you whimper, snuggling into him, neither of you caring about his cum dripping from you cunt. His cock is soft now, but still sheathed within you and you have no plans of separating.

He reaches over to grab his controller again, feeling you sag against him as you begin to doze off. His thumbs work over the buttons and he relishes in the feeling of having you close, wondering how he had missed it for so long without realizing. 

The sight of you crying because you felt neglected still rang in his mind and he made a mental promise to the two of you that he would never make that mistake again -- no matter how into his games he became. 

[peachycoreroo]

hii love i just read the morning wood thingy and i loved it especially tori's part, could you please do kageyama and lev/hinata

characters: kageyama tobio, haiba lev, hinata shoyo

genre: fluff? crack? i don’t even know tbh

word count: 0.9k

warnings: talk about morning woods, fem! reader but can be read as gn!reader, oblivious!reader?, all three being dumbasses bc i can’t help myself<3, established relationships

authors note: who would've thought i'd become the morning wood girl JEFHKHWE pretty proud that someone would request i do this with other characters, thank you sm love!!<3 here's a link to my masterlist

pt. 1: kuroo tetsurou, sugawara koushi, oikawa tooru, tendou satori

kageyama tobio:

you were currently sitting at dinner with your boyfriend, keeping your gaze on him while he inhaled his food like it was nothing. you guessed it was a habit that formed way back when him and hinata would make a competition out of everything, but it was still quite strange to see the habit stick so many years later.

when kageyama turned his attention to you, while simultaneously eating his meal, he couldn’t help but wonder why you were staring at him so intensely. without swallowing, he asked: “wha’?”, with his mouth still filled to the brim.

“why do you get morning woods, tobio?”, you absentmindedly wondered, just to snap out of it as your boyfriend started to choke.

immediately jumping to your feet, you walked around your dinner table and gave him a few slaps on his back, as he started coughing. without a word, the setter quickly got up and ran to the bathroom as his coughing fit continued.

feeling guilty about being the cause for your black-haired partner almost chocking to death, you started pacing around your kitchen, hoping to calm yourself down.

a whole five minutes later, the 6’2’’ man slowly made his way back, almost bumping into the door because he was staring at his phone.

“tobi’! i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to- “

“’morning wood’ is a slang term that refers to a person having an erect… penis when they wake up in the morning. the medical term is nocturnal penile tumescence”, he read out loud, completely butchering the scientific name. “some call it having a nocturnal erection. NPT is not- “

looking at him as if he lost his mind, you tried to interrupt him. “tobio, wha- “

“a result of sexual- “

“did you just spend five minutes in the bathroom googling what a morning wood is?” at that, he finally stopped reading, avoiding eye-contact with a bright blush on his face.

“…maybe.”

 haiba lev:

“truth or dare?”

it was kuroo’s turn to ask, so of course he directed his question at yaku. the 5’5’’ man knew exactly the question would suck, no matter if he picked truth or dare, so with a sigh, he uttered: “truth.”

the nekoma reunion party the guys would throw once every year, had a tradition of playing ‘truth or dare’ and, of course, it got suggestive at times, especially when kuroo was the one asking questions. seeing as you were also invited, as their former manager, you knew a lot more personal stuff about the boys then you sometimes would like.

you sat beside your boyfriend lev; your hands intertwined in his lap as you watched kuroo’s signature cheshire grin spread on his face.

“did you have a morning wood today?”, the former captain provocatively inquired, knowing it would annoy yaku to no end.

“no”, morisuke shot back while glaring at kuroo, completely done with his bullshit. and as the two started bickering back and forth for the nth time that day, you turned your gaze towards your oversized boyfriend, before wondering: “why do guys get morning woods, lev?”

if the room was quiet enough, you might have heard how the gears started to turn in lev’s head, as he tried to come up with an answer. “uh… biology?”, he retorted a few seemingly endless moments later, even though it most definitely sounded like a question.

“so, you don’t know”, you deadpanned.

“…no”, he confessed, making you turn your attention to kuroo, knowing that the rooster head would have the answer unlike your handsome and cute dumbass of a boyfriend.

hinata shoyo:

this was the first time you actually stayed over at your boyfriends, or at any man’s house for that matter. when you usually had one night stands before getting together with him, you always dipped right after the main event, not wanting to deal with the awkward morning after.

as you laid there beside him at 8a.m., you realized that you never felt more relaxed. the sun shining through the curtains, the peace and quiet of a sunday morning and you, in the arms of a certain ginger man.

smiling softly, you slowly turned around to face him, only to freeze as you felt something poke your thigh. of course, you knew morning woods existed, you weren’t living under a rock. but you did always wonder why guys had that problem.

as your thoughts circled around whether it had something to do with him being unsatisfied from the night before, hinata finally woke up.

“hey there beautiful”, he rasped in his morning voice, tightening his arms around you, resulting in his erection to press against your thigh even more.

“morning sho’”, you softly responded, only to seize up at the added contact.

frowning, hinata turned to lay on his back, asking: “why are you so stiff? did you not sleep well?”

“why are you hard, shoyo? i mean, why do you get erections in the morning?” hinata looked down at his erect dick pressing against his sheets, before focusing back on your face.

“uh… good question? it kind of just happens.”

intrigued, you pressed: “so, you’re not horny right now?”

“not really, i kinda need to pee though”.

“so, you get an erection when you need to pee?”, you wondered, now only more confused than before. “yeah, guess so. you want me to google real quick?”

damn, you thought. you completely forgot google existed. not the way you thought your boyfriend would help you with your curiosity, but this’ll do.

what’s more romantic than searching ‘why do guys get morning woods’ with your significant other on your first morning together?

[getlostsquidward]

The gaps in your hearts (Part 2)

Lou Miller x fem!reader

A/N: You asked for part 2, and I shall deliver. I hope it's worth your wait!!

Summary: After your departure, an unexpected circumstance had you arriving back at the loft, back at Lou. Will the gaps in your hearts only become wider or will they be finally filled?

Part one

“Oh, bugger. Baby? I’m home.”

“Nice place.”

“Try heating it.”

“There’s a room for you upstairs. Your stuff’s upstairs too.”

Lou called your name a couple of times but she got no answer. Maybe you went out and got something from the store. She furrowed her eyebrows at the notion that you didn’t let her know you’ll go out like you usually does.

She can’t wait for you to meet Debbie.

The sun has set down and you weren’t at home yet. Lou was growing worried each minute that passes. She’d left you text messages, she tried to call you several times, but all of it went to voicemail. Where did you go?

Debbie had returned from her closure meeting with Claude. She had bought takeout for dinner but Lou wasn’t in any mood to eat. She was antsy but keeping it down so her friend won’t notice. Maybe you were called in at work? Maybe you went out with a friend and forgot to send her a text. The blonde knows you can perfectly take care of yourself but she can’t help but be worried.

“Where’s your girl?” Debbie asked, reminded of Lou calling someone ‘baby’ when they arrived earlier.

Lou just shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing what to answer.

“Maybe she hit her head and woke up from the truth,” the brunette joked.

Lou glared at her friend. “Not funny.”

“Tell me about her.”

The blonde started to tell her friend everything. From how you met, the ups and downs of your relationship, and how loving and wonderful you are. You were patient and understanding; you were perfect in every way and she hated how she’d managed to hurt the one person that did nothing but love her.

The day you moved out of the loft was the most devastating day of her life. It was way much worse than when Debbie left before.

She knew that you were checking in on her through Matt, and she was wracked with guilt. Even after what she’d done, you still care for her. Lou unconsciously checks her phone to see if you left a message but to no avail. You really honoured your word that you’d give her time, and she was thankful for that.

In your two-month break, she really had thought about it all. She used the time to sort out her feelings. Hell, she even opened up to some of her other friends for help, something she rarely does even with those who know her. Unearthing her feelings.

Lou had feelings for Debbie. She didn’t know if it was romantic or if it was just a deep affection. She didn’t really think much of it. Debbie was one of the few of the persons she knows she could trust with her life and in the conworld, such a person was like a rare gem. It was hard to find, and if you do, you’ve got to treasure it. And so she did.

“Maybe you’d mistaken the concept of love and affection. You told me you really didn’t think anything about it and that explains it. The moment you felt that that person was dear to you, you immediately equated it to romantic love.”

The words mentioned had hit Lou, hard. Once she realized that, she promptly had to find you. She called you, but you didn’t answer. She didn’t know where you were staying so she asked your friends, and that’s how Lou found you drowning in liquor in some alley.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Debbie berated, feeling rather guilty about how she was probably the reason you left for the second time around.

“I do. No need to remind me.”

“I’m gonna tell you to go find her, but I also need you to focus on the job. Can you do both?”

“Of course,” Lou sighed. She won’t know what she would do if she were to lose you for real this time.

-

You were feeling rueful for leaving Lou without a word. You knew she’d be worried sick, but it was the best for the two of you. Once again, you fell into your routine. It was incredibly helpful that an event was coming and you can spend all of your time at work. Though this time, the constant drinking was out of your to-do list.

Your mind often wandered to Lou. She said something about a job, maybe that’s what they’re doing right now. Has she been thinking of you too?

The messages and missed calls Lou had sent you were not in your knowledge as you’d let your best friend hide your phone, and bought a new one for you. At first, you thought that it would be ridiculous and childlike of you but maybe she had a point. The worst-case scenario would be Lou filing for a missing person’s case, but you knew she wouldn’t dare cross paths with the police.

-

“Oh my god, you guys. This party is nuts. I’m not kidding! If your dress is ugly, you can’t wear it, no shit! They will bower your wardrobe!” Tammy rambled and rushed to get into the loft where she got everyone’s attention.

“I love that!” Lou quipped.

“Oh I gotta pee,” Tammy continued to ramble. “Every table cost a quarter-million dollars that if they allow you to buy one! I mean not just any $250,000 check will be approved, I mean they literally have to tell you whether or not they’ll take your money, it’s crazy!”

Everyone was standing outside the bathroom, still listening to Tammy rant about the Met.

“And then you can’t bring anyone, that you clearly go by yourself. They spend a hundred grand on food and apparently no one eats, it’s really crazy,” the blonde finished as she went out, kind of out of breath from the continuous rambling.

“Did you get the seating chart?” asked Debbie.

“The what?”

“The seating chart.” Tammy handed the special glasses she was wearing to Debbie.

“If I haven’t said it, it’s really crazy. This one person that I’m working with maybe is the only saving grace of that place. Thank goodness for Y/N,” the blonde sighed, capturing the attention of Lou.

She shared looks with Debbie, hoping that it was you their friend was talking about.

After discussing the seating chart, they approached Tammy and straightforwardly asked about you, if you were the same person she’d mentioned. Apparently, you quit your last job and had started few weeks prior to Tammy. Lou asked if you’re doing well, and almost cried when she nodded. When Tammy asked why they are curious, Debbie answered. “Lou’s girl. Left because of this dumbass right here.”

The blonde had a surprised expression on her face, a bit amazed at how small the world is. The person they’ve been looking for was only at their reach this whole time.

“She’s sweet. If you’re planning to get her back, which I know you would, you better not mess up.”

Since that day, Lou was itching to contact you but inhibited herself. She’d finish the job first, then she would have you back. If she was lucky enough to be given a second chance, which she wouldn’t fucking waste, she can finally go to California riding with you on her new bike like you always wanted to do.

Finally, it was the first Monday in May. Lou was still in the van with Nineball, preparing food for her. She remembered you telling her she would look good in a chef’s uniform. She wasn’t actually a chef right now, but she still owes you a hundred bucks.

What if you weren’t gone? Maybe you would be in on the heist too, and you would be the most beautiful woman in her eyes, everyone else in the Met is damned. She knew you would have loved and drooled over the green jumpsuit she was wearing.

The heist was successful, and the ladies were lounging at the loft. Their dillydally was halted when an unexpected guest has stormed the loft. Daphne Kluger.

“You guys are fucked,” the actress huffed. “Wow, nice place.”

“Excuse me, you are trespassing-”

“No, we asked her to come,” Lou cut Tammy’s accusation.

Debbie started to explain how Daphne might have gotten a sense of what they were doing, so they roped the brunette in. Daphne then asserted how she was the one who was saving everyone from insurance fraud. Another revelation had caused panic to those who didn’t know, scared that they might be busted and imprisoned.

“We will not be the prime suspect.”

“Then who will be the prime suspect?”

Lou listed several people like the security guys and the busboy. Their attention was focused on Daphne that they didn’t notice another person coming in. You quietly opened the door in purpose, glancing at each of the women inside. You’d heard the last bit of their conversation and captured their attention by announcing your presence.

“The shady guy who put Debbie away,” you casually commented, walking towards everyone.

“Wow,” Daphne chuckled. “The boyfriend.”

Everyone but Debbie and Daphne was shocked, for the third time around. They didn’t really expect guests today. Lou looked like she had seen a ghost but didn’t take her eyes off you.

“Yup. If they were gonna be looking for somebody, just had to make sure it wasn’t one of us.”

You whispered a “Hi, Tam” to your coworker, and took a sit in the middle of her and Daphne. “The precision, right?” the actress turned to you. “The attention to detail, a little grace note that really makes something sing.”

While she was blubbering about how well-thought the job was, she scooted closer to you and put a hand on your thigh. Lou raised an eyebrow at the action, jealousy bubbling in her chest.

“Why are you doing this?” Tammy asked, referring to Daphne. “And Y/N? You were in too? How?”

You let the brunette answer first and when she finished, Debbie had answered for you.

“She was our other mole in the Met, aside from you and Nine.”

“Oh, you were an angel, Y/N. She made sure I was okay after hurling my guts out. Much much better company than my date,” Daphne preached, leaning her head on your shoulder. You rest your head on hers in return.

Lou’s jaw was gritted, it was too much for her and she couldn’t look any longer. She looked at Debbie and gave her a perplexed look, asking for further explanation.

The brunette just shrugged her shoulder, knowing it was up to you to talk to Lou. After all, it was the reason she approached you. At first, she had only talked to you about Lou, but later called to ask if you were willing to join in the job. You’d said yes right away.

That night, you saw Lou sitting near the shore. She was staring straight ahead as you sat next to her.

“Lou?”

“You know, I planned to talk to you after we got the money. But you got to me first,” she whispered.

“You have to thank Debs for that.”

Lou chuckled, “Debs? What, you’re on a nickname basis now? She doesn’t even let me call her that.”

“She told me everything. And, I- I’m sorry, Lou. I shouldn’t have left like that, left you worried though you had a job to focus on-”

Lou cut you off as she pulled you in for a hug. “No, Y/N. I should be the one apologizing.”

Her hand was running up and down your back, the touch soothing all of your troubles. You can finally feel at peace. There was no snarling voice at the back of your head, no heavy feeling. You feel like a sailor in the middle of a calm sea.

“I’ll make it up to you, for real, this time,” Lou pulled back, giving you a smile. You nodded in return.

“Although you may have to explain first what was that earlier,” her smile faded, and glared at you playfully.

You were about to ask what she was referring to when you suddenly remembered. You told her how you may or may not have told Daphne that you were on a rough patch and she volunteered to help make Lou jealous. Both of you shared a laugh as she commented on how effective it was that she had to restrain herself from tearing you apart from the actress.

There was no time to waste, you thought as you pressed your lips against Lou’s. The kiss was slow and passionate, the both of you pouring all your feelings out. Her hand entangled itself on the base of your skull as she deepened the kiss, tongue swiping on your bottom lip asking for entrance. You let her dominate you, a soft moan coaxed out of your mouth.

The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Lou’s lips; your hammering heart and the waves lapping gently at the shore.

“I love you, baby,” Lou murmured, both of you breathless.

“I know, Lou. I love you too.”

[blessedtobebangtan]

Jungkook number 7 please🥺

yess ☺️☺️

prompt list <3

“ You.. you don’t want to have my child ?”

-

You looked over to your left to see Jungkook’s back and sighed you slowly sat up in your spot.

There was no denying it anymore. As many times as you tried to convince yourself all the signs were normal and that you were fine.

The waking up in the early mornings to throw up everything you’d eaten in the past 2 hours or if you weren’t puking you had to pee every 10 minutes. Your breast were sore for no reason and you seemed to be gaining a bit of weight. Your period was two weeks late for goodness sake. But, even though you knew it- you just couldn’t bring yourself to admitting it because you weren’t ready to tell Jungkook.

As you were about to lay down and sleep on it, a urging heat began to rise in your throat and you knew you had to puke. You jumped up from the bed and lunged for the bathroom door, not caring if you woke Jungkook up.

You began to give the toilet all you had.

“ Y/N ?”, you heard a deep, tired voice call for you.

Your eyes widened in fear and you coughed before speaking, “ I’m fine, Jungkook, just go back to sleep.”. The urge returned and you began to hurl once more.

“ Y/N, this is the fourth time this week, wha-“, he gasped softly at the sight of you kneeling at the toilet.

You heard shuffling behind you and felt your hair being lifted from your back as a hand rubbed your back softly.

“ Jungkook, I said it’s fine, please go back to bed.”

He scoffed just loud enough for you to as he got up to get you a towel, “ Don’t be stupid, Y/N, you’re obviously not well.”

You just nodded at his scolding too tired to say anything back and scooted away from the toilet to lean back on the shower door.

Jungkook returned with a towel and a bottled water. He didn’t say anything, but by the clench of his jaw and the grip he had on the water bottle he was pissed.

“ Have you been eating while I’m at work ?”, he questioned as he hand you the water and towel.

You nodded slowly as you wiped your mouth and gargled some of the water spitting it into the toilet and flushing it.

He leaned back on the door frame with his arms crossed against his buff chest, “ How much sleep have you been getting ?”

You rolled your eyes suddenly tired off his questions, “ Enough.”

Jungkook saw your shift in attitude and he felt his patience wearing thin, but he just dismissed it in order to focus on the problem at hand.

“ So then what’s your problem ?”, he asked but you recognized it as a demand.

You just bit your tongue and kept your gaze on the bathroom floor. It was silent and by now, Jungkook’s patience was long faded and he was growing angrier by each second you seemed to ignore him.

“ Y/N, I swear if you don’t answer me, I’m going to loose my shit.”, he said in a calm, irritated tone that you recognized all too well. The tone he used every time he was about to hurt you.

You stood to your feet, slowly not to loose your balance and looked up at him with tears glossing your eyes and let it go, “ I-I’m pregnant.”

Jungkook’s face dropped and all the angry he had just built left is body in one breath. He shied away from the door frame and walked closer to you with his eyebrow raised, “ Are you positive ?”

You slowly nodded taking a step back scared of what he might say, “ Well, yes, but I’m still going to the doct-“

You were cut off by a pair off lips placed on yours, you were taken back and just widened your eyes in surprise. Jungkook picked you up by your ass and spun you around with an adorable laugh that would have made you smile if you weren’t so worried about your future.

He sat you down on the counter with his infamous bunny smile that you didn’t get to see as often as you did when you first started dating.

“ We are having a baby, smile Y/N.”, he said with a chuckle and lowered himself to your tummy with a smile, “ My little angel, I can’t wait to meet you.”

Your eyes stung with tears as you bit your lip in fear, “ I don’t think you get it, Jungkook.”

He rose up again and brought his hand up to your cheek caressing it slowly with ease, “ No, I get it, kitten, you were just scared to tell me because were overthinking it. But it’s fine, we’re going to be great parents.”

He couldn’t be serious, could he ? The both of you were not stable enough to be parents at least emotionally. You gulped softly and shook your head, “ I don’t think it’s the right time for us to raise a child, don’t you agree.”

“ What ?”, Jungkook was still smiling as he looked up to you, “ Why wouldn’t it be, baby. ?”

“ You know, you are always working, we’re so young and we have all of the time in the world, maybe we should wait.”, you fumbled with your fingers to try and calm your nerves.

His smile dropped as he raised an eyebrow trying to get you to come out with what you had to say, “ I don’t get what you’re saying.”

You were walking on eggshells here and he wasn’t helping you at all. He was beginning to grow impatient with you again. So, you closed your eyes tightly and said it.

“ I can’t have your child.”

You didn’t want to say it, but you knew you had to say it. Jungkook is the leader of one of the notorious gangs, he sold drugs and killed people who didn’t have enough to pay him back. He was very territorial over you and treated more like a pet than a person. And if he was angry enough at you he would resort to violence.

There was no way in hell you could put someone else through that trauma, pain and constant fear especially not your own child.

“ You.. you don’t want to have my child ?”, he asked tilting his head to the side and his expression turning sour.

You registered what you had said and how he was taking it, so you tried to back track, “ N-no, babe, I-I just think we should wait for the right time, yeah ?.”

He laughed out of frustration and backed away from you, but never looking away, “ You don’t want to have my child, y-you’ve got to be fucking with me right ?”

You held your mouth open not knowing what to say to him anymore and just stated as he lost his mind.

“ Fucking answer me, Y/N !”, he yelled at you causing you to jump and almost fall off the counter, “ I give you everything- my love, my protection, my riches and that still isn’t enough for you is it ?”

You jumped off of the counter and tried to approach him, but he just backed away and glared at you as he poked his inner cheek with his tongue. You stretched out your hand to take hold of

“ Don’t fucking touch me, I really don’t want to hurt you.”, he said, but you knew he didn’t mean that. He didn’t want to hurt the baby.

“ Jungkook, please, let’s j-.”, you began to beg him softly, but he stopped you.

“ I’m going out, I’ll be back.”, he stated as he pushed past you a little hard making you stumble back a couple of steps.

Finally, the tears that had been in your eyes fall slowly, but plentiful on your crimson cheeks.

You were such a good person at you thought you were, what did you do to to deserve this and that only made your tears fall harder.

Your sobs were soft, but loud enough for Jungkook to hear. He stopped in his tracks realizing he couldn’t just leave his pregnant girlfriend all alone for once he showed mercy.

Jungkook turned around and walked back over to you, you didn’t expect as you were looking down, but he wrapped his arms around pulling you into his warm embrace. You were engulfed in his sweet, hypnotizing scent and his gentle voice.

“ Please stop crying, my princess. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded against his chest too embarrassed to look up. You knew he loved seeing you so small and dependent on only him. You knew I’d you had this baby you would be tied to him for life and there was no way out. But, maybe he would change and you could be happy, right ?

Clearing your throat, you looked up at him with a small smile, “ Um, I’m sorry for the things I said to you- I was just scared.”

He wiped off your tears gently and hummed, “ I forgive you, I know my good girl would never mean to anger me on purpose.”

His good girl. He forgives his good girl.

Jungkook laid a soft kiss on your exposed forehead as he rocked the both of you back and forth.

“ Like I said earlier, we will be great parents, my love.”, he stated with ease as if he knew this would be the endgame.

And you nodded not wanting anymore trouble for the night, “ You’re right as you always are.”

-

and there you are- i hope you enjoy and i apologize for taking such a long time :)) but keep requesting and ill be getting back to all of you in time 🤍 in the meantime stay safe and you are loved <3

- mai

[dreamescapeswriting]

Little Blue Pill ~ JJK [M] [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 4.2k

↬↬↬Genre: SMUT with a little dash of fluff

↬↬↬Pairing: College!Jungkook x Fem!Reader

↬↬↬ REQUEST: A horny girl mixes Viagra in Jungkook’s drink, Y/N knows Jk hates this girl and yet she’s on top of him. Y/n gets Jungkook off of her and gets him to her room. (Note: They have unconfessed feelings for one another) @kb-bangtanenthusiast

↬↬↬WARNINGS: language, drinking, sex, unprotected sex, intense orgasms, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving and m receiving) best friends to lovers

This was a bad idea, going to a party was a bad idea but going to a party where you knew there would be alcohol and girls throwing themselves at Jungkook even worse. It was hard enough to watch them flirt with him in the halls of college but to have to see that out at the frat house was going to be even worse for you. 

"Cheer up, it'll be fun." Jungkook chuckled bringing over a red cup full of liquid you didn't even want to think about, you just wanted to down the cup and hoped it made the time go by faster. 

"You'll have fun, I'll be in the corner like a loser with no friends." It was always the same, he would drag you along to a part promising not to leave you alone but eventually be dragged off by the guys or by girls to have drinks alone leaving you to deal with yourself. Eventually finding a drunk Jungkook later only to struggle to get him up to his bed in the frat house, 

"You have me," You stared at him swallowing the lump in your throat, maybe it was the rush of being alone with him for the first time all day or the thought of him going home with another girl but you had the sudden urge to confess your feelings to him, 

"Jungkook can I-"

"KOOKIE!" You stopped talking instantly when Jaine's voice came through the air and burst your eardrums, you looked down at the floor as she engulfed Jungkook into a hug. He glanced at you for help but you couldn't help but giggle at the sight, he hated her but she was convinced they were supposed to be together. 

"Y/n, what are you still going here? I'm here now you can leave." You stared at her with a raised eyebrow taking Jungkook by the arm, 

"We're fine thanks Jaine, but if you want to go and get us a drink I won't say no." You smiled condescendingly at her and she scoffed looking at Jungkook and then to your arms that were linked together, it was an unspoken rule to act as though you were together whenever he was around. She'd been obsessed with Jungkook since your first year at college, always following him around and trying to flirt with him so he told her that you and he were an item just to make things smoother but it didn't work. She just got more aggressive towards you and more hands-on with Jungkook, always trying to hug and kiss him.

"You can't leave my side all night." He whispered to you snaking his arm around your waist, he wasn't going to lie and say he didn't enjoy this feeling because he did. Jungkook had one of the biggest crushes on you but he'd never admit it to you in fear of losing you as a friend, he always wanted you in his life in one way or another. 

"Jungkook what if I have to pee-"

"I'll come with you, girls do it all the time right? What's the big deal?" You rolled your eyes playfully at him and gasped as he pulled you closer into his chest, your heart was racing at the sudden closeness of you both and he smirked down at you. The smirk that had girls weak at the knees and made your heart skip a beat,

 "Careful Y/n, someone will think you're actually in love with me." He joked licking his lips as his eyes danced between yours and your lips, he was dying to reach out at kiss you but a huge slap across his back pulled him back to the harsh reality where he wasn't your boyfriend. 

"JUNGKOOK! Let's go! Beer pong in the kitchen!" You were dragged along with him as he clutched onto your waist tightly, not wanting to risk losing you in the party crowd or to be left defenceless against Jaine who was lingering around the kitchen.

"Is the pretty little lady joining in on the game?" Jimin asked as he walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips, you shivered at the contact but shook your head. 

"No, just here to support." You smiled as politely as you could and Jungkook linked his hands with you - something you did so often and yet you still got butterflies every time he touched you. 

"You alright? You got a little hot." Jungkook whispered frowning as he turned to look at you, he wanted to make sure you weren't getting sick if you got sick he would panic he hated whenever you got sick.

"I'm okay." You whispered to him handing him the small ping pong ball and waited for him to take his first throw.

A couple of hours had passed and the party began to get overcrowded, you'd lost Jungkook when he was trying to follow you to the bathroom. He'd been serious when he said he wasn't going to let you leave him alone but now he was alone and you were trying to find him, 

"Namjoon have you seen Jungkook?" You yelled over the booming EDM music that was coming from the speaker system he was standing in front of, 

"He's with Jaine, think she took him outside to get some air!" You frowned, why would he be with Jaine when he couldn't stand her? You followed the gap in the crowd to make your way out to the back door, low and behold Jungkook was sitting on the porch swing with Jaine attached to his neck. Sucking along the skin while she moaned out his name, begging him to fuck her. For someone who couldn't stand her Jungkook seemed to be enjoying himself a bit too much, she ground down against him and he let out a strangled moan. 

"Jungkook?" His eyes were on you as he placed his hands on her hips to stop her from moving on him, he clearly didn't want her there. 

"Y/n-"

"Upstairs now!" You were trying to fake being mad at him, faking a fight was going to be the only way Jaine was going to get off his lap but he stood up dropping her to the floor the second he heard you yell at him.

"Y/n let me explain-" You took his hand in yours pulling him in back through the house, ignoring the wolf-whistles you were getting from his frat brothers as you pushed him into his bedroom and locked the door.

"Y-Y/n you might not want to stay in here." You frowned turning to face him but he was shyly pulling a pillow over himself, 

"What? Did she turn you on?" You stopped laughing when you realised he was nodding his head but biting his lip. 

"I-I think she slipped me something," He groaned looking away from you as his cheeks turned a bright red colour,

"Like a blue pill kind of something?" You whispered you couldn't help but feel turned on by the thought of him being hard under the pillow, it wasn't the first time he'd been hard in front of you though. You woke up one morning after staying over and his erection was against your ass, you'd gone home that night and drained the batteries out of your favourite toy after feeling it against you for the first time.

"Want me to leave you to it?" He nodded his head shyly and you smirked sliding out of the room so he could have some time alone to himself even if you were aching out to stay there with him and help him out yourself. 

[Jungkookie] Come here? 

You smiled looking at the messaged, it had been an hour so you were finally glad it was gone and you could go up to sleep. You'd changed into one of his shirts in Namjoon's room and decided to hide out in there until his problem was taken care of and you could go to sleep. 

"Thank god cause I'm so tired-" You stopped yourself as you entered the room to see Jungkook with tears on his face, 

"J-Jungkook?!" You shut the door and locked it going over to him, he had the pillow on his lap once again but he was in his boxers, 

"What's wrong?" You cupped his face in his hands but he shook his head at you looking away from you, 

"I-I tried but it won't go away and it's starting to hurt." You felt for him you really did. 

"Did you try-"

"Yes I tried everything, n-nothing will work." The look on his face broke your heart as he looked up at you with sad eyes and then he scanned your body as you stood in front of him with nothing but his T-shirt on, not helping his situation if anything it only made him hornier.

"Want me to help?" You had no idea where the sudden burst of confidence was coming from but you were willing to do anything to make Jungkook crying plus...Getting to see him naked had been on your mind for years. 

"Y-Y/n, are you sure?" You nodded your head at him walking over to his speaker to put on some music, it covered the awful sounds coming from downstairs and gave you a little extra confidence for what you were about to do. 

"Just sit back Kookie," You breathed in his ear kissing his cheek gently before standing in front of him and slowly raising the edges of his shirt from around your body, he licked his lips as the bright red underwear you'd picked out that morning.

"Fuck." He grunted his eyes widening as you threw the shirt somewhere else in his room, you bit your lip as he watched you closely holding out his hands to touch you so you moved closer to him. Standing between his legs so he could reach you, he ran his hands up and down your sides as he stared into your eyes. 

"You're so beautiful you know that?" You felt your body heat up at the sudden compliment and attention but you continued to strip out of the remaining clothes, unclasping your bra and throwing it somewhere before you began rubbing your breasts in your hands and smirking at Jungkook. 

"O-oh shit," He groaned feeling himself grow uncomfortably harder as he watched you touching yourself like that.

"Relax baby," You cooed taking control of the situation you slowly moved the pillow from his lap and took on of his hands to place it on top of his boxers while you took the other to touch your own breasts with. He began to pump himself slowly but you resisted the urge to watch him deciding it was better to help him this way than to let yourself get greedy with him but you couldn't deny how wet you were growing. 

You let your hand travel down to the waistband of the red panties you were wearing and slowly teased the edge of them away from your skin, kicking them off before your rose your fingers to your lips and began sucking them. 

"What are you-" Jungkook stopped his question when he watched you dive your two fingers into your core as you stood in front of him, he groaned at the sight pumping his hand faster to match the pace of your fingers trying act as though it was him making you whimper the way you were. 

"F-Feels good." You breathed out pulling your fingers from yourself and smirking as you laid down on Jungkook's bed, you spread your legs in front of him as you leant your back against the headboard of his bed. 

"You wanna watch me, baby?" You teased running your fingers between your folds imagining it was him the way you always did in your own dorm room, you never thought in a million years he would ever see you do this though. You threw your head back against his headboard as you moaned out his name loudly not caring about anyone else in the house since it wasn't like they could hear you anyway.

"Jungkook-ah." You whimpered pumping your fingers in and out of you the way you always imagined he would be being right in front of him wasn't working, you needed to feel his fingers inside of you instead. 

"T-Touch me." You begged him opening your eyes to see him working his cock at the same pace as your fingers, 

"Please Kookie! I need you," He was about to ask if you were sure when he looked into your eyes and could tell you were positive about it, he'd been with other girls so he knew what to do but with you it was different. He felt nervous and afraid he wasn't going to be able to please you but he shook it aside, slowly pulling your fingers from your core and licking them clean. 

"You taste just how I always imagined." He chuckled looking at you as he ran his hand down your stomach and to your core, he used his ring finger to tease you clit slowly making you whimper as he stared you in the eyes. 

"Jungkook don't tease me." You hissed at him bucking up your hips to make him move faster but he pinned your hips down to the bed. 

"I'm in charge baby, be a good girl." He warned you bending down so that his lips were hovering above yours, you pushed up to meet his lips and moaned into them as he pushed two fingers into your core meeting your g-spot instantly and beginning to curl. 

"S-So good," You whimpered against his lips as he moved you to lay down against his sheets, he continued to pulse his fingers in and out of you curling occasionally just to hear your strangled moans of his name. It was like music to his ears. 

"I'm going to do something else now-"

"Anything, Jungkook just take me okay?" You begged him looking at him as he smirked kissing down your body, he gently placed a kiss on both of your thighs before pulling out his fingers and pinning your legs to the bed so you were spread out for him to see. 

"So wet-

"Don't tease." You hissed once more and he chuckled bending down to lay a small kiss on your clit, sucking on it as he pulled away. 

"Fuck I can't wait to taste you," He kept your legs pinned down either side of your body and he dove into you, sucking and licking as he ate you out loudly. He'd dreamt of the day he could do this to you, have you moaning and wriggling beneath his grasp as he made you come undone on his tongue. 

"Jungkook!" You breathed loudly throwing your head back down against the silk pillows and putting your hands into his long black hair, you began tugging at the strands of it to bring him closer to your core. 

"Close." You warned him as you felt the familiar building of your orgasm, he smirked humming against your clit as he began pumping two fingers in and out of your curling them up so he could bring you closer to your release. 

"J-Jungkook-" You tried to push him away from the experience you had guys didn't like it when you came on their tongue but Jungkook stood his ground, 

"Cum on my tongue baby girl," You whimpered at the words he used for you and you threw your head back as he began humming on your clit sending vibrations through your body sending you over the edge. 

"Fuck!" You began breathing heavily as you grasped onto his hair holding you tightly against your core as you came on his fingers and tongue whimpering his name as you moaned loudly.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled watching you shakily slide of the bed sitting between his legs, 

"It's not fair for one and not the other," You whispered pulling down his boxers coming face to face with his cock for the first all-night and your mouth fell open, you hadn't imagined him to be this big. 

"What is it?" He hissed as you touched him, he was sensitive due to the uncomfortableness of the boner and your shook your head at him, 

"J-Just bigger than I thought." You whispered looking up at him as you wrapped your hand around his length, slowly starting to pump looking up to see if he was okay with this but he groaned, 

"Spit on it," You nodded but instead of spitting, you used your tongue to lick from his base to the tip swirling your tongue around so get him wet enough, spitting into your hand as you started to pump him. You didn't know if you could fit him into your mouth but you would try when it came to it, he licked his lips watching you as you pumped him in your hand swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock. He moaned out winding his hands in your hair as you continued to work on him. 

"Shit Kookie, you're red-raw." You sighed looking as his tip spilt precum down his length, you licked it up moaning out as the taste it was salty but nothing you couldn't handle. Jungkook's eyes seemed to darken and widen a little as he watched you do that, 

"Y/n please, suck it." He begged you and you gladly obliged taking his head into your mouth and hallowing your cheeks out so you could fit more of him into you, his hips jerked a little as he got used to the warm feeling of your mouth but he pushed your head down with his hands. 

"Y/n-ah." He cried out closing his eyes as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, you tried to take him a little deeper, taking a breath through your nose and ignoring the tears in your eyes. 

"Mmm," You moaned around his length and he grunted loudly feeling the vibrations run through his cock and through his body he looked at you and moaned out as he saw you trying your bed. He went to realise some of the grip on your hair but you let out a whine of protest looking up at him and smirking around his length. Your hand began to play with his balls, rolling them between your fingers as you continued to bob your head around him. 

"Oh shit." He moaned out as you sucked harder, swirling your tongue around the head as you pulled up for air only to take him back into your mouth again and hit the back of your throat, repeating the same step but stopping at the tip to drag your tongue around his slit taking him once again. 

"Shit," He shouted out thrusting his hips up into your mouth a few more times, his abs tensing as he felt himself getting closer to his release, you moaned around him to let him know it was okay and he groaned holding you in place as he twitched in your mouth, shooting into the back of your throat, you pulled off when he filled your mouth but he continued pumping releasing more onto your breasts as you swallowed what was in your mouth. You giggled slicking some of his cum up onto your fingers and licking them clean but he was still just as hard as before and he let out a groan of annoyance as he realised it wasn't going to go away any time soon.

"Come here baby," You giggled pulling him onto the bed as you kissed him lovingly, you laid beneath him as you pumped him with your hand earning groans and moans from him as you spread your legs for him. 

"Y/n- Are you sure?" You nodded your head at him, 

"I've never been so sure about anything Jungkook." You whispered kissing him lovingly as you lined him up at your entrance, he moaned out at the contact and slowly eased himself into you. 

"S-So warm," You giggled at his crude term and kissed him again bucking your hips to let him know it was okay for him to move and he slowly began to pull in and out of you hitting your hilt with ease.

 "You're so big Jungkook- Fuck-" Your nails ran down his bare back as you cried out his name feeling every inch of him deep inside of you just as you imagined it. His hand went onto your waist while his other lifted your leg up to pin it down to the mattress,

"So deep!" You whimpered as he began thrusting more roughly this time, pulling all of the way out of you only to slam right back inside causing you to moan loudly.

"JUNGKOOK!" You cried out locking eyes with him as he smirked at you slamming in and out of you ruthlessly as he felt you clenching around him, 

"You're so fucking tight, has noone fucked you this good before Princess?" You hissed at his words not being able to talk back to him as you moaned out his name, it was all that took over your mind. The feeling of him finally filing you up and his name. 

"Jungkook!" You begged him as he reached down to touch your clit rubbing it in first rough circles to match his thrusts, you began breathing heavily as you felt your orgasm building up like it did before. 

"You gonna cum for me?" He questioned cocking his eyebrow up as he slowed his thrusts down until your breathing slowed only to pick them back up again and ram back into you. 

"You wanna cum all over my cock?" You nodded your head looking up at him with pleading eyes begging him silently to let you cum but he chuckled pulling out of you and spinning you so you were laid on your stomach, 

"Legs together Princess," He ordered slapping your ass cheeks as you obeyed him, he groaned pushing his cock between your folds, he lifted your ass up just an inch from the mattress before he sunk into you all of the way. The new angle somehow made it feel deeper than ever and all you could do was croak out a loud cry of his name, clutching on the sheets as you fought to keep your legs together. 

"So tight-"

"So deep!" You yelled out moaning loudly as you felt him pounding in and out of your grabbing your ass as he massaged in his hand,

"Cum around me like a good girl," He whispered in your ear as he continued to pulse in and out of you groaning in your ear as he sucked on the skin of your neck. 

"Jungkook! I-I-" You couldn't even finish speaking before your orgasm ripped through your body, your legs shook as you came around him bucking up into his hips as he tried to pull away you needed him to hold himself deep inside of you. 

"DON'T STOP!" You begged him looking over your shoulder as he chuckled thrusting back into you as he fucked you through your second orgasm of the night. 

"S-Shit, Jungkook please," You begged him but this time you were begging him to finish, you were so full of his cum and sore from him fucking you so much. 

"C-Close baby girl," He promised you leaning down to kiss you as he thrust into you on the bed, 

"Fill me up Jungkook." You whispered into his ear as you brought him into another loving kiss, the whole night had been rough fucks but with loving kisses. He had you in the missionary position now staring into your eyes as he felt himself getting closer. 

"I-I'm close too Kookie okay?" You whimpered looking at him as he hocked your leg over his arm slowly thrusting into you as he moaned out your name, he nodded his head at you and kissed you sweetly. 

"Shit right there," You whimpered clenching around him as he got just as deep as the first time and had you crying out his name. 

"Jungkook I'm cumming! J-Jungkook! Fuck- Ugh I- s-shit! I love you Jungkook!" You screamed out as he pushed you through your sixth and final orgasm of the night you whimpered loudly as he held himself inside of you cumming into you again. 

"I love you too Y/n." He grunted holding himself in place, he didn't want to pull out and have the night be over just yet, your eyes fluttered shut as you fought to keep them open. 

"Sleepy?" He chuckled pulling out of you slowly and sighing in relief as he finally felt himself going soft for the first time all night, he had no idea how many viagra Jaine had slipped him but he was secretly thanking her for it right now. It meant he finally got to confess his feelings to you. 

"Very," Your voice came out hoarse from all the screaming you'd been doing and he chuckled reaching for a bottle of water from the side of the bed and handing it to you. You hissed as you tried to sit up from the bed and he told you not to move. 

"Stay here alright, we'll move in the morning," He chuckled wrapping the sheets around you both as you laid there panting heavily and giggling at one another in a post-orgasmic state.

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[cvtqr]

we only have 15 minutes, sugar

pairings; eren jaeger x reader

content warning; mentions of past jean x reader, oral sex, masturbation, recording, manhandling?

february 19th

you always found eren jaeger attractive, especially tonight at this party. his long hair thrown up into a messy bun, his white shirt with water split on it - making it see through. god you were about to start counting his abs. but who you were really here for? jean. you guys weren’t in a relationship or anything, just friends who liked to help eachother. it started off when you guys would go to eachother for advice or he would find himself in your dorm room ranting to you. just helping eachother with little problems of course. that doesn’t mean sucking his dick was that much of a stretch from it, right?

anyways jean was in a frat house, along side eren. they were throwing a party, and somehow jean convinced you to stop by. you didn’t know if you were regretting it or not. jean was no where to be seen so you just sat yourself on the kitchen counter drinking some punch you found in a bowl. you were admiring eren from a far, remembering all the bad things jean had said about him. how he just annoys the living shit out of him. but god, how attractive he was. you could’ve sworn you looked down at your phone for not even a minute when you heard someone clear their voice right in front of you. you looked up to be met with eren.

“uh hi?”

“hey hey! erm- y/n. we had physics last semester together. eren, eren yeager.”

yeah, i already know your name

“oh hi!”

“my friend reiner over there says he knows ‘ya too. wanna come play truth or dare with us in the backyard hm?”

slipping your phone into the pocket of your shorts, you jumped off the counter, centimeters away from eren.

he let out a low chuckle, placing his hands on the counter, trapping you inbetween the granite and himself. he looked you right in the eye before reaching one of his hands back to grab a chip in the bowl behind where you were sitting. your breathing shakened a bit and you rolled your eyes at him, looking down.

he let out another chuckle before grabbing your chin and tilting it up, forcing you to look at him. “no need to roll your eyes sugar. if you were expectin-wanting something else, just say it. i’m not a mind reader baby.” he gave you a little wink before letting you go and backing up.

“i erm- i gotta pee i’ll meet you guys outside.”

he gave you a small head pat before running towards the back door.

right when you turned around to head to the bathroom you crashed right into jean, stumbling back a bit.

“oh hey jean!”

he sent you a blunt hey and started walking to the back door with an annoyed look on his face.

tch, what’s his problem.

your little bathroom excuse wasn’t actually an exuse, the amount of punch you were drinking finally caught up to you. right after you sat down your two best friends since birth, sasha and connie came bursting through the door, hysterically cracking up.

“YOO IM TRYING TO PISS.”

ignoring your comment they both collapsed onto the counter laughing their asses off.

you lightly smacked sasha on the back of her head, since she was the laughing the closest to you. “i swear if one of you idiots don’t tell me what the problem is-”

“YOUR BOYFRIENDS ARE OUTSITE FIGHTING OVER YOU-” connie said between laughs practically screaming.

“my who?”

“JEAN AND EREN. I-I ASKED FLOCH WHY THEY WERE FIGHTING AND THEY SAID IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOU AND HOW JEAN IS ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT HOW YOU ARE SO GOOD AT SU-”

“GOD SASHA YOU DONT HAVE TO TELL HER THAT PART”

“CAN YOU GUYS STOP SCREAMING!”

“SORRY, sorry y/n. apparently jean saw you and eren in the kitchen and well, tried beating eren up.”

letting out a sigh you pulled up your pants and ran out of the bathroom.

running outside you found jean knocked out in the arms of marco and eren standing up, wiping some blood out of the corner of his mouth while winking at you. walking right up to him you slapped him right across the face.

he let out a deep, long chuckle.

“i need to talk to you.”

“lead the way sugar.”

you grabbed his arm and pulled him inside while feeling every single pair of eyes on you.

“where’s your room.”

“if you wanted to get me in bed you could’ve just asked baby.”

god can anyone be that full of themselves

“no - no. i don-”

“i’m just joking sugar. follow me.”

he grabbed your hand and led you up into his room, closing the door behind him.

“what the hell was that all about.”

“for the record he started it. he got jealous for no reason and i wasn’t going to let him use me and his rag doll. and you shouldn’t be with someone like jean anyway. you should hear the way he brags about you being his bitch whenever the house is hanging out.” eren plopped down onto his bed

with that you didn’t know who to be mad at this point. he patted his lap signaling you to come over and sit on it. ignoring him you rolled your eyes and sat down next to him, causing him to chuckle again.

“you should clean your wounds that looks pretty deep on your cheek. and take a shower you smell like dirt and grass.”

he got up and headed over to his bathroom door. leaning on the door frame he turned back around.

“only if you stay.”

“hmph, i’ll think about it.”

15 minutes later eren walked out of the bathroom. you were no where to be found. he did know that he’d get back to you one day, considering you left your phone number on a gum wrapper in place of where you were sitting.

february 26

friday strolled around as quick as ever. this week you talked to eren a few times. he texted you on sunday night to have a good week. sicne he was being nice you replied with a “you too:’)”

after that he texted you yesterday afternoon asking if you wanted to come to another party. you never responded, and now it’s friday, 2:05. you just finished all your classes, and you’d be lying if you said you had anything else to do. well except for the pile of homework you usually wait until sunday to do.

sighing you texted him back saying you already had plans and wouldn’t be able to make it. after that you decided to take a short nap. what you thought would be a short nap turned into you sleeping until 6:30. you figured you should get up and get some dinner. you decided to grub hub some taco bell and eat it in the dinning hall. after getting your food you sat down in the corner of the room. it was pretty empty since it was pretty late for dinner.

“ouch, i’m offended.”

you turned around at the familiar voice

“even jean could convince you to come out but i get some lame exuse.”

“it, it wasn’t an exuse. i do have plans.”

“yeah with yourself.” he pulled over a nearby chair and sat next to you.

“i ditched the party, it was pretty boring.”

“so you came to bother me?” you said while still stuffing your face with your food

“yeah pretty much, you wanna hangout?”

“i mean do i really have a choice?”

he leaned over and grabbed one of your nachos, shoving it in his face.

“no not really sugar.”

rolling your eyes you threw out your garbage and led him to your dorm room. since it wasn't that far of a walk, neither of you said anything on the way there. he just simply followed you. 

once you got into your room you shut the door behind you. 

“if you’re sitting on my bed then shoes off.”

“demanding” he said while slipping his shoes off and plopping onto your bed

“soo..” he said as you sat down next to him.

“wanna watch a movie or something? i see you have a tv in here.”

“sure, let me just fix my blankets so get up.”

he nodded and chuckled, getting up. you pulled down your comforter so there was room to get in, and threw all your blankets into the corner before grabbing your remote and slipping into your bed.

“is this an invitation to come lay with you under your blankets.”

“shut the light.” you said while pressing power on the remote. 

the last thing you remember from that night was cracking up with eren over some stupid movie the two of you put on. before you knew it you woke up with a tight grip around your waist. you look over to see eren, still sound asleep. he was so pretty. you figured the two of you just fell asleep while watching movies yesterday. moments like these you were grateful your roommate was on back at home for family issues.

you tried slipping out of his grip before he pulled you back in and groaned. he was still sleeping so you figured you weren't getting up anytime soon, so you closed your eyes and drifted off back to sleep. you woke up about two hours later to find no eren, but a note.

forgot i have to work on a project with floch. i had fun last night, lets do it again soon :)

you were in a good mood the rest of the day. 

may 15 

its almost been four months since you've met eren. you also cut off your contact with jean. he was a good fuck while it lasted. over the last four months you and eren got closer than ever. hanging out almost everyday, going to parties together, falling asleep cuddling every weekend, you name it. yet again, friday came around. instead of cuddling, you and eren decided to go to a party at some sorority house. 

three hours later you were sitting in a circle with a bunch of people you recognized / were friends with. you were all playing a game of truth or dare, cracking up at each other. everyone’s secrets were coming out and people were doing some crazy things. and the list of things we had to do on campus was piling up. for example, connie has to pull a prank on professor ackerman during class on monday. until it was sasha’s time to ask you.

“hmmm. OH Y?N! truth or dare babes!”

you really had to think this one over. sasha had the power of exposing every single one of your secrets if you picked truth, but she's also kind of crazy so who knows what she would dare you to do. after a small debate in your head you went with dare.

“i pick dare.”

“alright! hmmMMM. i dare you to go into an empty room with eren for 15 minutes.”

you felt the heat rush up to your cheeks when you stood up and stretched your arm out for eren to grab. 

you both left the living room and headed up to a room while hearing the small, faint giggles from your friends.

entering the room eren shut and locked the door behind the two of you.

“so.. what do you wanna do?”

“hmm. we only have 15 minutes, sugar.”

this is it. the moment you've been waiting for. you had eren right in front of you. just go up and kiss him already! 

as you slowly walked up closer to him. he flipped the both of you, pinning you up against the wall. 

“let me see if you taste as sweet as I've imagined, sugar. pleaseee you don't even want to know the amount of times I've fisted myself to the mere thought of it.”

you gave him a nod and that was all he needed to pull you off the wall and push you down onto the bed. pulling up your skirt and pulling down your panties, he grimly smirked. 

“don't you dare cum without my permission.” was all he said before going between your legs and flicking his tongue onto your clit. your breathing quickly became heavy and irregular before he shoved two fingers, palm deep into your cunt. 

“ahh~ f-fuck eren-” you blurted out while starting to move under his touch, slightly bucking your hips up. 

that was until you felt a strong pair of hands hold your hips down. 

“stop moving or i’ll stop.” he hissed out before going back down on you, eating you out more forcefully than before, brining you right to your climax.

“f-fuck eren i need to cum- please let me cum. pleaseee~”

“no.” he said while pulling his fingers out of you.

“the only place you’re cummin’ is on my cock. you hear me?”

you wiped away the slight tears forming in the corners of your eye while nodding.

“that's a good little girl.” eren said while smirking

he swiftly grabbed you and flipped you over onto all fours, while shoving your face into the mattress. your first reaction was to perk your ass up for him.

“well someones eager aren't they.” was all he said before pulling down his pants just enough for his fully hard cock to spring out. he could've came just to the feeling of eating you out. 

he leaned down into your ear while whispering, “as sweet as sugar.” he started jacking off while still leaning down, before quickly cumming all over your ass. 

did he just?

he pulled up his pants before getting up and heading up towards the door. 

“well sugar, looks like our time is almost up. we should get back to the ga-” he was cut off by you running up to him and clinging right onto his shirt. practically crying you were blurting out small no’s.

“f-fuck the game, er - eren please just fuck me.” you were so desperate to the point where you were choking on your words. 

“aw, i’m sorry baby i didn't mean to make you cry.” he said while stroking your hair and patting your head. “come suck me off in my car and maybe if you do a good job i'll take ya home and fuck you, yeah?

may 18

sitting in your first class of the morning you were bored out of your mind. getting some lecture from professor ackerman after connie drew all over his desk.

that was until you got a snapchat notification from eren. opening it you were oh so grateful you had your headphones in. it was a video of eren cumming all over his laptop with a video of him shoving his cock oh so deep into your pretty little cunt. 

with the caption of missin’ the taste, sugar :’(

you’d be sure to pay him a visit during your lunch break.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Hi, hm... idk if you've already talked about it bu, how would Nat announce her pregnancy to R ? Before that, how would she react when she , herselfe, found out she's pregnant ?

Okay, but like, this is like one of (if not the only thing) that makes me kinda sad ab wlw relationships (that doesn't involve hate from ppl), is the fact that you can't really surprise your partner with pregnancy. Bc like, that shit's cute af.

So, just for this hc, and well my own self indulgence on this, let's just imagine that Natasha gets pregnant somehow, to both the readers and her own surprise, without her being a cheater bc I see enough of that anyway lol

Natasha finding out:

She thought she was getting sick. That was the only thing that came to her mind. Natasha was coming down with something.

Not that she was pregnant.

It started one morning when she woke up and just instantaneously felt exhausted, which is unusual for the red-headed spy. Considering how much energy she normally has. But not that day, all she wanted to do was stay in bed and sleep for a week, at least. But alas, she had things she still had to do.

It was a fluke. Natasha assumed. Just a one off day, she just needed more sleep. Deciding that she would get to bed earlier that night, and everything would be back to normal the following morning.

It did not go back to normal.

It happened every day for weeks before Natasha concluded that is wasn't normal.

The next thing that seemed strange to her, was her total distaste for coffee now. When she used to love her morning cup, surrounded by her bickering team family, or relaxing in bed with you while you both blinked sleepily, still waking up from the night prior.

But now? Everytime she took a mouthful of the rich, bitter substance, she would like nothing less than to spit it right back out. Her nose wrinkling with newfound disgust for the drink.

It was so unusual that Tony couldn't help but comment on the fact, only causing Clint to gasp, insulted by Natasha's sudden shun of coffee.

Then it was her sore breasts.

Natasha couldn't wear half of her bras because of how much they would hurt her. They were sensitive to the touch, and on a few occasions they would even tingle.

One of the tings that grew to annoy her the most over those couple of weeks, where everything to seemed to be changing with her body and tastes, was how often she had to use the bathroom.

In Natasha's oppinion she felt like she was peeing more than she was breathing. You said that she was (obviously) being over-dramatic, and that she probably just had a water infection.

The final straw was when the nausea got to the week mark.

She felt sick from morning to night.

So much so that her apatite now fluctuated. One minute she couldn't eat a thing. And the next she was starving and only wanted to eat a nice big meal.

And yet. With how smart the spy is, she still didn't come to the realisation of, "Hey, I might be pregnant!"

It was only when she was watching a tv program with you, watching as a newly pregnant woman went through the symptoms. And you made the off handed comment of, "Everything is a pregnancy symptom, really."

That's when it dawned on Natasha. As you were listing off things- "Got a cough? Pregnant. Feeling sick? Pregnant. No period? Pregnant. Cat's rubbing up against your stomach? Pregnant. Sore tits? Ope, you're pregnant. Grandma made you some cookies? Pregnant." -that she was late on her period.

Fuck.

She bought a test that following day.

Well, in actuality, she bought five.

All different brands. All different prices.

And she was shitting herself.

She didn't tell you, she didn't want to freak you out or anything if she really wasn't pregnant.

Now she was just sitting with the nerves rattling inside her, as she waited for her phones timer to go off, so she could see the results.

And when it did, and she turned over each and every one of the tests, one after another, she was met with positive results.

Every one of them said that Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, was pregnant.

She didn't know how to react.

She just stood there for minutes, her mouth open slightly as the realisation poured into her.

She was pregnant.

And that scared the shit out of her.

In both good and bad ways.

But most of all, even though she knew that it would be best if she confirmed it with a Doctor, she couldn't wait to be a mother. It was something she had always secretly dreamed of.

And she couldn't help but crack a smile at that.

You finding out:

It had been almost a week since Natasha had taken those tests, and she went to the doctors that very same day for conformation.

And it was true.

Natasha really was pregnant.

Now, she just had to tell you.

And that scared her to her core. Even if she would rather fight a rampant rhino, than admit to that.

You two had been together for a little over two years, but you had never once talked about having kids and starting a family. Hell, you never even talked about wanting kids. For some reason it just never came up in your conversations.

And here she was, about to spring this onto you.

If Natasha knew if you wanted kids, she would probably have done this differently. More of a happy surprise, than this almost confession she had planned.

It was all set up. The pregnancy tests and doctors confirmation all lined out on the table, along with a glass and a bottle of whisky, ready for celebration or, what Natasha expect to be most likely, to dull the shocked pain.

Now all she had to do was wait until you got home.

And she didn't have to wait long. Because as soon as she placed the bottle of brown liquid onto the table, the door opened behind her, and in walked you.

"Hey, baby- What's wrong?" you were happy and chipper when you greeted her, but then you felt the anxiety rolling off of her tense frame in waves.

"I have to tell you something."

"You're not breaking up with me are you?" It was meant as a joke, but the scared honestly could be heard in it from miles away.

Natasha laughed lightly, "Of course not." And then she thought, 'but you might break up with me after I tell you this, though'.

"Then what's up?"

"Come over her." She waked you over to where she stood at the table.

Once you made it and saw what resided on the wooden surface, you realised what was happening right away.

But still, Natasha voiced, "I'm pregnant."

You were silent with shock for the first few minutes, which only increased Natasha's worry more and more.

"Is this a joke?" you had initially asked, "Because if it is, it's a well forged one." You gestured to the doctors letter before you. "And not funny."

"It's not a joke," she told you, "And I get it if you don't want this, but I'm keeping the baby. And if that means you don't want to be with me anymore and want nothing to do with the baby, I understand-"

"Woah, woah, woah," you stopped her from continuing with her rambling, "Who said I didn't want this?"

"Well, we never talked about this stuff," Natasha reasoned, "And with what you said-"

"I didn't want it to be a joke because I didn't want to get my hopes up."

"What?" she asked breathlessly.

"We're really having a baby?"

Natasha nodded slowly.

A squeal poured from her lips when you lifted her up and span her around where you stood, being mindful not to bump into anything.

"We're having a baby!"

"We're having a baby," Natasha nodded along with you, beyond happy that she was wrong in her expectations, all the while happy tears started to well up in her eyes as she watched your extatic self be almost giddy at the aspect of having a baby with the love of your life.

(You want more? Ask me how the team finds out lol)