#and ignore you while you continue to be a douche dick or the ones that care about you enough to withstand your douchedickery

[g-hua]

Do you know that "friend" who makes you feel bad about the things you do by talking about someone else who also does these things and saying that the reason that other person does these things is on purpose to be selfish or piss off others but never talks to you about the times you do those things?

Especially when they are mental health related things?

Yeah?

Fuck that friend.

[khaylin27]

i can fix him (no really i can)

pairing: logan howlett x grey reader

series: the tortured poets department

synopsis: y/n grey believed that she could 'change' logan from loving her sister, jean.

warnings: unhealthy relationship, one-sided love, death, mentions of sex

author's note: i know this was supposed to be a dick grayson x reader fic but IM OBSESSED with hugh jackman/logan howlett rn 😭

The smoke cloud bills out his mouth

Like a freight train through a small town

The jokes that he told across the bar

Were revolting and far too loud

After a long week of teaching students, the teachers decided to go to a local bar for drinks. Logan, your boyfriend, was sitting next to you as he smoked bills out of his mouth like a freight train through a small town. You hated that he smoked so much, even at the school.

"I'm going to get us some refills on our drinks," Logan nods and you leave Logan to get another round of drinks for your friends.

As you're waiting for the bartender to get your drinks, you watch Logan telling loud jokes to Jean across the bar. It hurt seeing Jean, your sister, talking to your boyfriend knowing he still had feelings for her. Jean already had Scott so why couldn't she be content with him.

Once the bartender is done making your drinks, you head back to Logan and give him his drink. "Thank you Y/N." Logan takes his drink and continues to talk to Jean. You noticed every time Logan was near Jean, he would call you by your name instead of the regular pet names he had for you.

You didn't want to third wheel in their conversation, "I'm going to be with Scott and Ororo." Logan just ignores you, too deep into the conversation with Jean. You press a small kiss to his cheek before heading to Scott and Ororo.

They shake their heads sayin', "God, help her"

When I tell 'em he's my man

But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger

I can fix him, no, really, I can

And only I can

"What a surprise, you've come to visit us Dimples," Scott says sarcastically while throwing darts at the dart board. "I'm surprised you've come over here. You're usually with the love of your life, Logan."

Ororo notices that you aren't feeling Scott's jokes right now, "Scott stop being a douche bag."

Scott stops playing with the darts and looks at the situation. You were here with them instead of being with your boyfriend. Jean was with your boyfriend instead of being with Scott.

"How long have they been talking?" Scott asks jealously.

You turn around and still see Jean and Logan talking. "For an hour I'm guessing."

"Why do you stay with him Y/N? He obviously still has feelings for Jean." Scott shakes his head at the sight he's seeing.

"The same reason you're staying with Jean, Scott. She loves him as much as you love Jean. That's Y/N's man." Ororo explains to Scott.

Scott looks at you disappointed, "God, help you Y/N."

"It's okay Scott." You smile softly. "I can fix him."

"You've been saying that for a while now Y/N," Scott emphasizes. "At one point you should give up."

"No really, I can." Logan walks right next to you and smiles at you. "And only I can." You smile back at Logan before you guys decide to head home.

The dopamine races through his brain

On a six-lane Texas highway

His hands so calloused from his pistol

Softly traces hearts on my face

Instead of taking the quick route back to the school, Logan decides to take you through the back ways. You always enjoyed taking the back ways because it gave you guys time to talk about anything.

"What were you and Jean talking about?" You ask curious about their long conversation.

Logan glances at you and then back at the road. "Nothing you should be worried about Sweets." He grins at you before adding on. "Just the students and the team. That's it."

You weren't convinced by his response, you knew Logan. When he had the opportunity to talk to Jean by herself he wouldn't waste it on talking about the students or the team."

Logan can see that you weren't convinced by his answer. His response to your question was a lie. He wasn't talking to Jean about the students or the team, they were talking about him and Jean being together. They were both in healthy relationships but Logan and Jean wanted each other.

Once Logan parks his Mustang in the garage, his calloused hands softly trace hearts on your face. "You know I love you Y/N right? And there's nothing else Jean and I talked about at the bar."

And I could see it from a mile away

A perfect case for my certain skill set

You could see it from a mile away that Logan was still lying. Logan was down bad for Jean even if he denies it, you knew.

Choosing to ignore the red flags, you agree with what Logan tells you. "I know you love me, Lo." You smile softly. "It's just Scott being an older brother and messing with me."

"What did he say?" Logan asked.

You heavily sigh, "He was just asking me why I'm still with you even though you still have feelings for my sister."

"He should focus on his own relationship instead of ours." Logan exclaims.

"And that's what I told him. You're my man and I love you no matter what." You smile at him and kiss him one last time before going into the school to go to sleep.

They shake their heads sayin', "God, help her"

When I tell 'em he's my man

But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger

I can fix him, no, really, I can

And only I can

Little did you know, your relationship with Logan would come crumbling down. Jean sacrificed herself to buy the others time to escape. Everyone was saddened by the death of Jean, but Logan was impacted really hard.

When Jean passed, Logan pushed you away while he was still pretending to be okay. He would do anything to avoid you. He moved his stuff back into his room, changed classrooms, and avoided going on missions with you.

One night you were sitting on the couch, eating ice cream to cope with not only the loss of your sister but your lover slipping away from you as well. You usually sit in the living room by yourself when you tuck all the students to sleep. That was something Jean used to do for the students.

Too lost in sadness that you didn't even notice Rogue enter the living room. "Y/N." Rogue says softly.

You wipe the tears that were falling down your face and answer Rogue. "Rogue! Why are you still awake?"

"I couldn't sleep." That was something you were used too as well since Logan distanced himself. "Could I stay with you and eat ice cream?"

"Yeah," you smile softly. "Go get a spoon and we'll share."

Once Rogue gets herself a spoon, you put the ice cream tub in the middle to share. While sharing, you ask Rogue how Logan is doing. You knew the relationship Rogue had with Logan was a father-and-daughter relationship. You also had a similar mother and daughter relationship with her as well.

"He's doing the best he can. He's been taking over classes for Scott while he's grieving." Rogue continues eating the ice cream while you stay silent. "Are you two okay? Why don't you talk to him or use your powers? I'm worried about my parents." Rogue jokingly adds.

Your powers were to able to hypnotize other people but you never wanted to use them unless you had to. "We're doing okay Ro." You wrap your arms around her. "Your parents are okay. We just need time to grieve that's all."

She shakes her head at your response. Rogue knew how much of a bad liar you were. "God, I wish I could take your pain away. I can take powers but not pain. You lost your sister and now Logan too."

"Hey, I'm not losing Logan." You try to convince not only her but yourself as well. "I can fix him." Rogue gives you a questionable look. "No, really, I can."

"And only I can."

Good boy, that's right,

come close

I'll show you Heaven if

you'll be an angel, all night

It's been two years after Jean's death, and your relationship with Logan had gotten better until Jean came back from the dead. She killed Scott and then made out with your boyfriend in the lab before almost killing him. Then she killed Professor Xavier and teamed up with Magneto to stop the anti-mutant vaccine.

You were currently on the island where the vaccine was being held. Everyone was evacuating as Jean, not being herself, was about to attack.

"Logan you need to stop her." You yell at him due to the loud surroundings.

"I can't." He pauses before saying the truth. "I love her. I love her more than I ever known."

Tears were falling from your eyes as Logan told you his true feelings. "I know." You walk to him and give him a hug. While hugging him, you use your control powers to command him to do what needs to be done.

Logan is in a hypnosis state while he kills Jean to save everyone. Once he's out of the hypnosis state, Logan screams in anger when he realizes he killed Jean.

"You tricked me Y/N!" He goes to you and starts shouting at you. "You made me kill her!"

You smile sadly before touching him once again, you hypnotize him once again to make him calm down and forget about Jean's death.

Once you're home, you cuddle with Logan to comfort him. "Good boy, that's right." You smile and comb Logan's fluffy hair. "I'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all night."

Logan smiles before you two make out and have passionate sex.

Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.

No, really, I can.

They shook their heads sayin', "God, help her"

When I told 'em he's my man (I told 'em he's my man)

But your good Lord didn't need to lift a finger

I can fix him, no, really, I can (No, really, I can)

Woah, maybe I can't

A couple months after Jean's actual death and you hypnotizing him into thinking he didn't kill her, he started having dreams of her. The dreams were vivid memories of him killing Jean. He didn't believe it at first so he asked everyone at the school. "You need to ask Y/N, she'll know the answer," Ororo tells Logan.

Logan asked you one day about what actually happened to Jean and you couldn't keep up with hypnotizing him. Using your powers daily took a toll on your physical health and you told Logan the truth.

When Logan knew the full truth, he left. He couldn't be around someone who had been hypnotizing him for months about something he did. Once Logan left, Ororo went to your room to check how you were doing. You were sulking.

"I told you it would end badly," Ororo tells her. She enters your room and sits right next to you.

"He's my man. I thought I could fix him," You smile sadly before coughing hard. Ororo gets your meds from your drawer and gives them to you with a glass of water.

"Maybe, I can't"

tagged: @omgsuperstarg @splaterparty0-0 @2pagenumb @c-losur3

[wishing-stones]

If this isn't too heavy or anything... How would the boys react to a reader who's been dealing with so much negativity in their life for so long that they kinda just... Act like an ass all the time? (And they weren't an ass before, they changed over time.)

You are a prime target for ribbing.

Killer deals with this in stride, and will needle you into fights. He knows this intimately, this is exactly what happened to him, and he figures that getting it out of your system will either level you out or... make you a more pleasant person to be around. Your assholery gets assholery in return.

Dust claps back. your life sucked? Welcome to the club. It doesn't give you a free lease to be a dick to everyone else. If you wanna play 'my life sucks' olympics, he's gonna win. He gets kind of crabby with people who are dicks to him for no reason genuinely (not just dicking around like Killer does).

Axe is very patient, but if you are an ass to him for no reason, you're gonna wanna walk it back. He'll tolerate a great deal, but if he feels like you're getting too big for your britches, he will put you in your place real fast. Everyone here had a hard life. Everyone here has the chance to grow from it, and if you continue to be a douche, you're not gonna do a lot of growing.

Cross has a finer hair-trigger than even Killer does-- The first few times you just get a glare, or he leaves the room. Continue to push him, and he fights back, and he is not nice. When Cross has had enough, he has enough, and you might go to physical blows. He equates dickishness to disrespect, and he's not keen on letting anyone disrespect him. It's why he and Killer fight so much.

Baggs... is dangerous to play this game with. He doesn't tolerate blows to his pride or ego, and if you push beyond the short, clipped responses and stingingly accurate barbs, you get one warning to quit your shit, or you'll regret it. The threat is delivered smoothly, calmly, and lowly, and if you ignore it... what happens to you is your own fault. If you remember anything at all, you'll be lucky-- but suffice it to say, you won't find it easy to be an asshole to him anymore. The words just... won't come. You might not like him any, but... the most you can do is glare at him, for some strange reason. You also feel the compulsion to talk about your life with him from time to time. Just about once a week. How odd...

Nightmare takes none of this. If he feels like you're lashing out in anger or frustration, he'll take that away before informing you that, while he enjoys the free shots of negativity, he's not going to tolerate any disrespect, and you are not, in fact, in a position to be so antagonistic, even if you frame it as joshing around. He'll siphon off whatever negativity you have if you don't want to feel it anymore, and coax you into behaving the same way he coaxed the others into behaving; patience, acceptance, and firm adherence to the rules he sets in place.

They're all assholes, but if they perceive your attitude as disrespect, it won't go well.

[dude-boi]

In My Nightmares.

Summary: A “bonding” camping trip between the Pogues causes something to change between you and you sworn archnemesis, JJ. 

WC: 4.2k

WARNINGS: Smut, smut, smut, language, arguments, underage drinking and smoking. 

(Not proofread sorry)

JJ Maybank was a dick. an asshole, a douche, if you may. For whatever reason, the moment you both laid eyes on each other, it was war. Snide comments, blatant insults, and for some reason, weird sexual back talk filled the room whenever you both were 10 feet within each other. 

It started the year you met the rest of the Pogues. You were Kiara’s friend from the Kook Academy and she decided to introduce you to her other friends, her family. It wasn’t awkward or anything, you all hit it off really easily, having something in common with all of them. Not JJ though, he was at your throat. He didn’t like the idea of someone else trampling into their group. especially a kook.

“Really? You’re just gonna invite someone random?” He snapped the moment you started getting along with the rest. 

“Do we have an issue??” you spat back, glaring at him. 

He scoffed, “Yeah, you. You’re the fucking issue.” 

From then on, it’s been a cat and mouse game, going back and forth and back and forth. And then when Sarah was added to the group, he didn’t say shit. He wasn’t even angry and that made you upset. Why was he so pissed at you but not Sarah, the literal Kook princess? 

Fast forward a couple of years and here you are. Closer with the Pogues than ever, not even considered a kook, you barely even went home, like today. You slept over at the Chateau after a night of drinking and partying, waking up with a killer hangover. 

Slugging yourself off the couch, you dragged yourself to the kitchen for a glass of water. The door to John B’s room creaked open as Sarah walked out. 

“Hey, morning.” She yawned, walking behind you to also grab some water.

“G’morning Sarah,” you smiled, “do you know if we have anymore Advil, my head is murdering me.” You shook your head.

Before Sarah could answer, she was cut off. 

“Good, I hope it kills you!” JJ sneered as he walked into the kitchen, propping himself up onto the island. You rolled your eyes, raising your arm to flip him off as you continued searching the cabinets for meds. 

“As I was gonna say, JJ used the last of it.” Sarah told you. Great, of course he did. 

One by one, all the other Pogues began to wake up and the kitchen became more full with people. Sarah and Kie made pancakes for everyone while you and Pope sat on the couch, coming up for ideas on what to do for the day. John B and JJ waxed the surfboards, clearly wanting to surf. 

“I think we should just drive around, you know do something relaxing.” Pope suggested. “Maybe chill on the beach.” He shrugged, leaning back onto the couch. 

“Yeah, what about-” you were cut off when Kie yelled out for breakfast. 

“Pancakes are done! Y/N could you get JJ and John B I think they’re out back.” You nodded and trotted off to find them, 

You opened the door calling out to John B only. “John B pancakes are done, come eat before they go cold!” You ignored JJ as he turned his head to you, lifting an eyebrow while clearly waiting for you to acknowledge him too. 

He very loudly cleared his throat, “Ahem.” 

“Oh and for you JJ,” you paused for a moment, sarcastically thinking, “you can eat my ass.” 

“The fuck??” He protested loudly as you snorted and ran back inside. You sat down at the table, eating away and passing the syrup around the table. JJ marched in and scanned the table. 

“Your pancakes look good Y/N.” he smiled innocently. 

Your stomach fluttered a bit at his smile. “They’re the same fucking pancakes as all the other ones.” You continued eating. 

“Mind if I have a bite?” before you could deny and say no, he grabbed your whole plate and held it above you while his other hand was used to hold you down from tried to get it again.  “Stop it! Give it back asshole-” 

“Kiss me for it.” He shrugged, a shit eating grin sprawling across his face. 

The whole table went silent. This wasn’t the first time either of you said something like this. But it still made everyone uncomfortable, considering you both despise each other. 

“Bleh. Keep it, I don’t want whatever STD you contracted from sleeping around with half the island.” You sat back down, giving up on fighting him for those cakes. 

He snorts, eating from your plate. 

“Um okay can you guys just admit you want to get into each other’s pants??” Kie blurted out with a disgusted look on her face.

You laughed loudly, pissing JJ off a little. “Me? Want to sleep with him?” You pointed at JJ. “I think I’d rather let Rafe oil me up and top me.” 

“That’s gross Y/N.” Both Sarah and John B replied in sync. 

“Rafe? That’s really saying something JJ.” Sarah snickered. 

The blonde just rolled his eyes.

 “I’m choosing to move on from this incredibly unsettling conversation. But I have an idea guys.” Kie proposed. “Let’s go camping! You know, like a little family bonding thing. Maybe JJ and Y/N will learn to love each other a little more when they share a tent.” 

“What a great idea Kie!” Pope agreed in a very obvious way, it’s clear they both planned this out. 

Both your head and JJ’s shook no. 

“Absolutely not.” JJ refused.

“I agree with JJ, for the first time, like ever.”

“Well suck it up Buttercup ‘cause we’re going camping!” Pope grinned.

“Pope don’t like, ever say that again.” John B cringed a bit and everyone else chuckled a bit. 

You groaned, going home to pack a bag. Pope gave you a ride in the Twinkie while everyone else prepared for the trip. A ball of thunder started churning in your stomach though, you did not look forward to going home and seeing your parents, and then have them scold your ear off while you decide to disappear again. It was a routine.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Pope asked softly, noticing your worry.

You shook your head no. “I gotta do this by myself.”

You sighed, climbing up the stairs to the back porch of your nice house. You tip-toed comically, trying to make the least sound possible as it was your intention to get your clothes and dip. 

“Y/N.” Shit. It was your mom. 

“Hi mom-” 

“What the hell were you thinking disappearing like that? Are you crazy? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” She bombarded you with a series of rhetorical questions. 

“I don’t really know if I’m supposed to answer all four hundred of your questions.” You replied snidely. 

“Don’t act stupid. You’re better than. We expect better from you. Now take your ass upstairs you’re grounded for disappearing like that. One week.” Your dad chimed in. 

“A week? Are you serious? I’m just here to grab clothes- we’re going camping for a few days c’mon-” You dropped your bag and threw your hands up in the air. 

“2 weeks. These people are not your friends they're a bad influence.” Your dad crossed his arms. 

“Of course they’re my friends they’re my family- no you can’t do this.” You picked your bag up and scrambled around for your things, shoving your clothes and other stuff in your bag. “You can’t stop me from going.” 

“Your family? Y/N we’re right here!” 

The argument was loud, a loud screaming match between you and your parents. It was a losing battle because by the end of all of them, you gave up on fighting and left in silence. 

“Y/N do not step foot out of this house!” Your mother yelled as you slammed the door shut, a sigh of relief and anxiety leaving you. You got into the truck, slamming the door. 

“You heard all of that didn’t you.” 

“I think you won that argument, I think.” He shrugged in attempt to make you feel better. He rubbed your back sympathetically. 

You snorted, “Just drive Pope.” He always made you feel better. 

He drove you back to The Chateau to pick up the rest of the crew. Pope honked the horn to call the rest out. They all walked to the car, buried in their own conversations as John B booted you out of the passenger seat while he held two six-packs.

“Could you move to the back, pretty pleaseeee Y/N,” John B pleaded with puppy dog eyes. You nodded and got down, “You’re the best.” 

You climbed into the back with Sarah and Kie and settled in, joining their conversation. Engulfed in the topic, you didn’t notice JJ walk up to the door, he threw his bag at you. 

“Ouch- fucking dick! God go make someone else hate their life,” you groaned, rubbing the spot on your head where the backpack hit you. 

“Someone woke up with a dick in their ass. I wonder who’s!” JJ laughed 

“Definitely not yours.” You moved away from him, leaning near Sarah. The blonde rolled his eyes.  

You huffed, relaxing your shoulders. You were tired, exhausted even from all that arguing with your parents. 

“You alright Y/N??” Sarah nudged you slightly. 

“Yeah, I’m tired. You know what I really need right now?” sighing, you sat up a bit. 

“An orgasm?” Kiara joked, winking at you. 

His blue eyes caught yours for a moment before you looked away. “Kinda, but I really need a joint.” You brought your two fingers up to your lips, smoking an invisible blunt.

“Lucky for you Y/N, I brought some~ its in the glovebox.” Kie wiggled her shoulders and responded in a singing tone. They all laughed and made jokes and continued their conversation, you couldn’t help but glance over at JJ once in a while. His arms were crossed and his hair swirled around. The open window shined sunlight straight onto his beautiful- no. You shook your head and shoo-ed the ‘bad’ thoughts out. 

A long car ride of explicit thoughts later, you guys finally came to the camp site. It was in the middle of the woods with a clearing and an area with a bonfire, and only 2 other campsites in view, one was empty and the other had a singular tent. You all got out of the car, the boys unloaded the tent while the girls grabbed the bags and stuff out of the car. 

“Bonfire tonight?” John B suggested and murmurs of agreement came about. 

“I’m gonna set up the tents.” You decided to help and grabbed the tents out of the trunk. 

“Don’t hurt yourself,” JJ taunted in an obnoxious baby voice. “Need some help from an actually capable being?” He followed you, bringing in another tent. 

“Why do you take the time to bother me? Do you love me that bad?” He scoffed. “If I throw a stick would you leave-” before you could add a snarky noise to your sentence, he dropped whatever he was holding and pushed you. Not too hard as to not make you fall, but hard enough to piss you off. You dropped your shit and pushed him back. 

“Dick!” 

“Cunt-” 

Insults were thrown back and forth and you both shoved each other, your hands occasionally throwing in petty smacks and hits at his chest and arms. 

“Hey hey-!” The rest of the group ran over to you guys, pulling you apart and standing between you two. 

“Are you guys fucking serious?” Pope threw his arms up. “We seriously couldn’t do one thing without you guys trying to kill each other?”

They all started scolding you as you glared over at him. 

“If I have to be anywhere near him tonight I think I’ll actually leave.” You crossed your arms and turned your head away from him. 

“Good! No one wants you here anyway-” Sarah and Kie verbally winced and told him to shut up while Pope and John B cringed. “Go back to your mansion on Figure 8 and cry about your great life to someone else.” JJ scoffed, a quiet kook escaping his lips. You seriously couldn’t believe him. He was going to use your status against you even after everything. Even after you cared them like they were your own. You thought they didn’t care about shit like that anymore. 

You stormed on back to the Twinkie, opening the glove box and grabbing the pre-rolled joints Kiara brought. God bless her soul. Climbing into the back, you pulled out your lighter and lit it up. This was all you needed, a break away from everything. Away from JJ, from your parents, from everything else burning in this world. 

Half an hour went by and the sun went down. None of the others bothered you as they figured you needed some time on your own. JJ was probably doing the same thing. You decided you would refuse to leave the van if JJ was there.

The door slid open, it was Sarah.

“Hey,” she whispered as she climbed in next to you.

“Hey. I’m sorry if I ruined anything or something I just-”

She cut you off. “No don’t worry about it. Are you okay?” She leaned against your shoulder. 

“I guess. I just wish he liked me more. He doesn’t have to adore me I just want to be near him and not have him hate me.” You began ranting, not realizing you were rambling on and on. “Like I don’t think he understands how much I like him and it pisses me off because I hate him for hating me and I don’t know-” 

“Wait pause. So you do like him-” Her face lit up as she gave you an ‘I told you so’ look. 

“Wait what- no I didn’t mean it like that!” 

“You like JJ!” You knew there was nothing you could do to stop her. 

“Sarah hush-” You put your hand over her mouth, a feeble attempt to shut her up. 

She pried your hand away. “I fucking knew it- WE fucking knew it. Now come on everyone else is waiting for you.” She nodded towards the window, where orange light lit up the sky and smoke trailed up. They started the bonfire and Kie was waiting for you, sipping on a beer. 

You both walked towards the fire and you both sat on each side of Kie. She tossed you a can. “Look who showed up.” She grinned at you. 

“Where’s Pope and John B?” You looked around, it was just the three of you. 

They both looked at each other for a moment and hesitated. “Getting more wood for the fire..” Kiara shrugged. You didn’t think much of it while you three found yourselves in some other conversation about the best movie genres. So invested that you didn’t notice the boys come back, but not with firewood, with JJ. They didn’t tell you because they didn’t want you to have a fit.

They sat down across from you guys, the fire being a border. Sarah got up and moved closer to John B and you looked up. 

“Hell no.” You stood up, tossing your can to the side. 

“No no no please Y/N, JJ please. Can we please leave this to the side for one fucking night? Please?” Pope pleaded as the others agreed. 

JJ scoffed, almost offended he has to put up with this. You sighed, sitting back down for the sake of your friends. John B tossed you another joint in attempt to calm you down, and it some what worked. You seemed to actually enjoy your night, besides the occasional glances you and JJ caught through the fire. His eyes seemed to pierced right through the fire, through you. As much as you want to deny it, as much as you fucking hate him, you wanted him so bad. Something about him just turns you on when his mouth is not always moving.

Every now and then JJ made some remarks towards you but you were too high to care. 

Time flew while you guys talked about memories life and money, and soon it was way past midnight. 

“I’m gonna pass out pretty soon sooo I’m hitting the tents.” Pope got up and Kie followed behind him, they both went into a tent. 

“Me too, good night ladies and gentlemen.” John B saluted as he held Sarah’s hand they both giggled their way over to their tent. There was one tent left, one with yours and JJ’s name on it. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” JJ yelled out. “Yeah ok fuck you guys!” 

“JJ please don’t give me shit right now I don’t have the strength-” 

“I’m sleeping in The Twinkie.” He blatantly said as he scoffed and brushed past you, slightly bumping into you on purpose. 

“Fine by me.” Muttering, you slugged over to the last tent. 

Snuggling into a blanket, you laid your head down, hyperaware of every single noise around you. 

The woods was never really your thing. The thought of getting mauled by a bear or attacked by some creep really did it to you. And when you heard branches breaking around you 30 minutes into your ‘sleep’, that was your last straw, you couldn’t sleep alone.

You shot up and went over to the others’ tents. “Guys please let me in I’m kind of scared.” No one answered. “You’re all assholes.” You whisper-yelled. Your only other choice was The Twinkie. Oh god. 

You slowly slid the door open, praying JJ wasn’t awake. 

“Fuck!” JJ yelled out. it was pitch black and you heard a gun cocking. 

“Oh my fucking god JJ it’s me-! Did- did you seriously bring the gun?” 

“You crazy bitch, are you trying to kill me???” You found JJ backed up against the other door with the gun in his hand. He turned on a little lantern and propped it up.

“I’m sorry! I got.. kinda scared and the others aren’t letting me in. I don’t have a choice you think I wanted to sleep here?”

He relaxed a bit putting the gun away. “Scared of what? There’s nothing even here, pussy.” He rolled his eyes. You shut the door of The Twinkie and leaned against the door opposite of him. 

“I don’t know. Creeps JJ.” You scoffed, crossing your arms. 

“Y/N I think the only creep here is you. Sneaking into tents and moving up on me like that.” You decided to ignore that comment. If you were going to make it through the night, you needed something to keep you off the edge. You could feel your high wearing off from that life threatening gun situation, so you decided to light another blunt up. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” 

“Don’t you think you’ve ruined my life enough?” you snapped back, taking a hit and blowing it out in the direction of him. 

“Whatever, atleast share, greedy.” You passed it to him and he did the same. 

There was a silence between you two. You couldn’t tell if it was awkward or comforting. You both shared glances and stares until you decided to break it. Your thoughts were killing you. 

“You’re a dick I really hope you know that.” You blurted out. “I can’t stand you.”

“You love me and you know it. I think you’re just too embarrassed to admit it. 

“Fuck you JJ.”

“In your dreams.” 

“In my nightmares.” 

Silence. You stared at him. Somehow you both were close, close enough you could feel his body heat. Did he always look at you like this? Did you never notice how his eyes lingered over your lips. He grabbed you and pulled you in. Before you could blink, you were pulled onto his lap his lips were against yours and you were sucked into this kiss. It wasn’t slow and it wasn’t meaningless either. There was definitely passion behind it, feeling. Hate or love it didn’t matter, you were in his hands right now, right this moment. 

Spit pooled at the corner of your lip as his  hands grabbed at anything they could. They started at the back of your head, grasping your hair and moved down to your waist. Part of you wanted to push yourself off of him, tell him no and yell at him for even thinking you wanted to do this, but you’d be lying if you said you’ve never wanted to fuck JJ Maybank. 

Soft pants escaped your lips as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping and your throat. One of his hands gripped your hair while the other slid up your top, kneading and grabbing. His fingers messed with the hem of your bikini under, but then gave up. He pulled away. 

“Take it off.” You nodded quickly pulling of your shirt to reveal the skimpy bikini top. He muttered a quick, ‘shit’. Your stomach fluttered as he kissed you again. He pulled on the strings of your top and pulled it off, throwing it somewhere to the side. His hands grabbed at your tits, squeezing and kneading.  Your hands rested on his chest and you couldn’t help but move against him. You rocked your hips back and forth, yearning for some kind of friction.

You never thought you’d get here, dry humping JJ in the back of The Twinkie while the others slept. 

You found your groove, rubbing in the perfect place that hit your clit just right. 

“If you keep doing that ‘m just gonna cum in my pants.” he breathed out, speaking straight into your mouth. 

“Good, wouldn’t that be embarrassing.” You chuckled a little, but JJ grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. 

“Don’t fucking play games with me.” he almost growled. You were soaked. The way he spoke to you turned you on so bad.

“Touch me JJ please.” you begged, the humping not being enough. You wanted more, you wanted him to completely ruin you. 

He laughed softly, seeing how vulnerable he’s made you. He somehow slid your shorts off, leaving you with your bikini bottoms. He moved his arm between you both, finding your clothed cunt. He pushed them to the side and ran his fingers through the folds. 

He chuckled at how wet you already were. 

“Stop-” you swatted at his chest, biting your lip. He teasingly avoided your clit, leaving you desperate and whining. Your hips rolled around, searching for his fingers as he moved them away. “Dick-” you cursed, frustrated. 

“What was that? You wanted mine?” He teased you, your anger only building. But finally, he brought his finger to your clit, rubbing painfully slow circles. Whimpers fell from your mouth, whimpers that begged him to do more, touch you more, put something inside you. He understood the noised falling from your pretty lips as he stuck two fingers in you, earning a breathy gasp. JJ enjoyed watching your face as you scrunched your brows and the way your chest rose and fell, he took in all of you. He curled them slowly, pumping in and out as he picked up the pace. Moans and mewls filled the car and his fingers hit the spot, making you buck your hips slightly. He kept the pace, fingers pumping in you as he simultaneously rubbed figure 8′s into your clit with his thumb. 

“Fuck, don’t stop!” 

“Yeah?” He cockily coaxed you into your orgasm with a snide grin. 

“JJ I’m gonna cum-” you moaned out, but quickly groaned as he pulled his fingers out. 

He seemed to enjoy your despair, you almost started crying when he laughed at you for whimpering when he pulled his hands away. 

“Don’t worry pretty girl,” He pulled you off of him and you hissed as your ass touched the cold floor of the van. His rough hands pulled down his shorts, his cock springing out. You licked your lips, positioning yourself back onto him. “ready?” You nodded quickly, sinking yourself down onto him. A loud sob fell from you lips and JJ put his hand over your mouth, attempting to muffle your sound. He slowly bobbed up and down on him, finding your groove. He met you halfway, jerking his hips into you as well. His cock hit the right spot, the spot. The sounds were sinful. Skin slapping against each other, wet squelches and explicit moans and curses filled The Twinkie as the windows fogged up. You kissed him, tongue slipping into his mouth as his hands grabbed back at your tits. He left purple marks all over your neck and chest, even some on your boobs. 

He threw his head back, groaning at the feeling of you squeezing around his dick. 

“Fuck I can’t-” he breathed, his hands gripping onto your hips for dear life. They bruised. 

“Oh my fucking god..” you clutched his shoulders as he moved one hand down to find your clit again. 

“Cum with me,” His hips began to stutter as his cock twitched inside you. His fingers rubbed at your bud faster and messier as you felt a wave crashing over your entire body. You kissed him while you could feel his warmth inside as he came too, still riding out your high with his finger. 

“Fuck.” you panted, resting your head on his shoulder. “I thought you wanted to fucking kill me.” 

“Maybe just fuck.” He laughed softly as you ran a hand through his hair, wiping away the sweat on his temple. 

Somehow, you both ended up falling asleep naked and entangled within each other with a blanket covering the both of you. You were woken up to the sound of Kie yelling. “Holy fucking shit they slept together- Literally!” 

[x3rrorx]

Have you met any celebrities, or any other bands?

This is gonna be a long one so if you care, continue reading 😊

I have met Noah (as well as Bryan and Steve), seen and talked with him after shows twice and twice during VIP.

Each different shows

I’ve met Fame on Fire after their show, bought their CD and took a photo with them.

Worked with Of Virtue and did photos for them. I was connected with Of Virtues photographer and manager but haven’t talked with them in a while.

Met BRKN LOVE after seeing them the second time. I asked to photograph the show and they said yeah and some douche dick behind me kept putting his hat over my camera so I threw it to the other side of the crowd and then he put his hands on my camera and the people around started bitching at him and the band had to stop. I felt so bad. But after the show I apologized and they said it was the dudes fault. They were very kind. I’ve talked with one of the guitarist before and I have the drummers Snapchat, we’ve interacted a few times.

To add, when I went to post the photos of the band on my Facebook page I got a Facebook ban for a week because the singer was wearing boobies on his shirt 😂 thought that shit was hilarious.

The first time seeing Badflower the two guitarists were outside their tour bus talking to fans so I got to talk with them. The second time seeing them I met their close friend who owns the fox that the band has done photos with. I believe that fox lives on their farm that Josh has.

After their show I went with friends to get some food next to the venue and my friend invited someone she knew, who was friends with a girl that was dating the dude with the fox. (That might be confusing to follow. Sorry.) So we were there and in comes the fox dude and Joey, Badflower’s guitarist, and I was like “oh shit 👀” and they sat at the table we were at. But we left not long after they showed up.

I have yet to get a photo with them and I haven’t met Josh, sadly. But they come to my area often so I’m still hopeful.

Met Andy Glass of We Came As Romans after the show and got a photo with him. He was very kind.

I swear I was happy, ignore my resting bitch face.

Met and talked with the singer of Versus Me then got a photo with the band. Did photos for them and they posted one on their Facebook.

I’ve talked a few times with the guitarist of Dead Poet Society and a friend of mine knows the singer pretty well. I got a photo with the singer the 2 times I seen them play.

I’ve met VRSTY, my friend is pretty close with them. He’s a big fan and they know him and talk with him a lot.

I don’t know if friends is the correct term so I’ll say I’m acquaintances with a few bands.

Framing Hanley and The Funeral Portrait are the two I mostly have conversations with.

I mainly engage with the singer for The Funeral Portrait but it hasn’t been much as of late. They’re fun dudes. If you like My Chemical Romance, you’ll love them. Their stage presence is amazing 🫶🏻😊

Framing Hanley I’ve interacted with the most so this might be a long one.

After finally seeing them for the first time, they were at their booth meeting everyone. I finally met them and they were very engaging and sweet dudes. I posted photos that I had taken of them and one of them and two of the guitarist posted the photos on their personal IG’s. I’ve also talked with their previous drummer and he’s helped me and gave tips when I was designing my friend’s album cover for fun to see what I could do.

I saw them again a month after that at a small outdoor venue and before the show the two guitarist were grabbing things from their booth and saw me sitting and said “Hi Brandi” 💀 the fact they remembered my name shocked me.

That was around the time I started engaging with the artists so was very nervous at that time to talk with an artist. But they made me very comfortable and initiated the conversation. After the show I sat at the same bench as before the show and another girl was there, she asked me if I was Brandi and I said yeah and asked who she was, she has known the band for years. So even her knowing my name is insane to me. Later on the singer sat on the bench right next to me and I felt so nervous cause I didn’t wanna say something dumb. I got a photo with him. It was more in depth than that obviously lol. My hour drive home I was fan girly for sure.

When I tell you I’m that weirdo that wrote about the whole situation in my notes cause I wanted to remember everything that happened… I am that fucking weirdo that wrote everything in my notes to remember everything that happened!!! I was geeked the fuck out by the whole situation.

The 3rd time seeing them I hung out with the girl who is friends with the band while they played and after the show I waiting for all the fans to meet them and I was just standing staring into space and the singer asked why I was standing alone and to come join them in their little circle they were standing in. I said I was just waiting so they could talk with the other fans.

Before leaving I asked to get a photo with them so we went outside and took a group photo and when I went to leave the guitarist (knowing I lived about 4ish hours away) asked if I’d be okay driving all the way home. I said I’d be alright and he said to message him when I got home safe. 💀 dead. deceased. cardiac arrest.

Since people enjoy calling me a liar and I love proving people wrong and pissing them off 😊

I’ve got friends that work with bands and I’m acquaintances with photographers who work with bands. I also have all these people on my Facebook other socials. I’m not super into the band world, not as much as I would like to be. But I feel I’ve got a foot in the door. I’ve got a lot of friends within the scene who have helped and these bands have also done what they can to help so I greatly appreciate them.

Not sure where he falls under “celebrity” but I’ll count him. My friend Kevin is a phenomenal drummer and has helped bands on tour, bands like Black Veil Brides and Lilith Czar. He’s kinda got a job like Shevy if you know of Ice Nine Kills. Helps with the bands. I’m not fully aware of his job title. I know he’s on Lilith Czars drummers Instagram posts all lot. I think he worked with BVB last. Not sure if he’s still with them or not but that’s the last I knew who he was working with.

I met him cause he is from my area and does sound and lighting for my friends band. When he’s back in town he always has the craziest stories, but I rarely see him.

Not really me but my close friends,

The same band I just referred to are a emo cover band and I’m pretty close with them. The drummer worked with some big names (he’s a photographer too). I was also just recently told the guitarist of the band also auditioned to be the singer for Sleeping With Sirens before they decided to go with Kellie Quinn. So he was 1 of the 2 choices. Thought that was pretty freakin dope. He was like, “they chose the right guy”. So the thought of that was pretty wild to think about.

The band opened up for Fall Out Boy in Chicago at Wrigley Fields on June 2023. They played outside before Fall Out Boys set, where people were lining up and going in the stadium.

I said a lot more than what you probably were asking for but it’s nice to have something to brag about and be proud of. Thank you for letting me talk about it 😅 sorry if it was more than you bargained for (hehe😉).

[strangelysamantha]

hey, i have a jj maybank request! fem!reader, possible angst!

so basically, y/n is a pogue and gets along with the other pogues (john b, pope, sarah, kiara & cleo) except for jj. y/n is always bright, a total sweetheart and bubbly and jj…hates it.

john b recently opens up a surf board shop on that stranded island that they’re on?? and he leaves y/n and jj alone to polish some boards hoping that they’d get along. jj complains about every little thing y/n does and starts calling her names. she gets really upset and storms out the shop to clear her head. she goes by the water for a swim but a dangerous tide picks her up and jj notices and saves her?? hopefully this makes sense!

the deep end ☆

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: mentions of drowning, jj being an asshole, swearing.

words: 1,674.

summary: jj somehow finds everything you do annoying to the point he criticizes everything you do. john b thinks of a plan that will ensure his two friends will befriend each other. it was working at first, until it wasn’t.

request? yes!

a/n: y’all have such good ideas what the?! thank you for the request! if you enjoyed please like and comment. this is angst with fluff at the end. <3 BTW i am from missouri and have never surfed so i hope i got the polishing of the surfboards correct. :)

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john b always had a plan, well usually he did. if two of his friends were fighting, he would always find a way to get them to get along. he knew that stranding kiara and sarah on a boat together in the middle of nowhere would force them to fix their friendship. so, with that knowledge, he knew that he could do the same thing with jj and you.

you were always nice to jj, he just seemed to get annoyed with you all the time. you didn’t know what you had done, if you had even done something. he just always felt the need to critique you. it became harder and harder everyday to ignore him.

since washing up on the abandoned island, john b was ecstatic for his brand new start. unsurprisingly to anyone, his first idea for creating a new civilization would be a surf shack. he started building it right away. you would occasionally help, but he was determined to do it on his own so he would always send you away.

“okay! john b what would you like my help with? i can do anything you need. just let me know.” you smile brightly at john b, while he stared at you. “listen, i love you. but, i don’t need your help at the moment. you should talk to everyone else.” you frown at his words, “fine. but you better get me the minute you need assistance.” he nodded. “will do.” and with that, you left joining the others.

jj was talking to cleo before silencing upon your arrival. “hey everyone!” you smile at the group in front of you. “hey! how’s john b?” kiara asked. “i think he is good, he’s actually pretty much done.” you play with the bracelet on your wrist. kiara nods, “that’s great.” pope smiles, “statistically speaking, we can’t ensure that his shack will be entirely safe as he built it all on his own.” you stare at pope. “true… we’ll let’s hope it doesn’t collapse on him.” pope smiled at you, glad you listened to his random fact.

jj groaned. “awe, how sweet pope!! you found a girl who wasn’t disgusted by your weird and useless knowledge.” you gasp in shock, “jj! shut up you are so rude.” jj laughs, “it’s just a joke, why do you always have to be so offended?” you glare at jj. “jj it’s not funny, you’re just a dick.” pope sighs. “it’s okay, don’t worry.” you frown in popes direction. you quietly pull away from the group. you walk to an area of sand, plopping yourself down. that’s when john b approached you.

“hey, remember when i told you i would come get you when i needed help?” john b smiled at you. “yes! do you need my help?” you tilt your head to the side, waiting. he nods. “i need you to wax up some of the boards i made.” you nod. “okay! sure.” he walked you to his shack, helping you set up. you began waxing the board, paying attention to the direction and the amount of wax you were applying. john b waits a minute watching you, before he decides to leave.

after a minute, you see jj approaching the shack with john b who held a smug smile on his lips. you shake your head, confused. “friends.” he looked between you and jj. jj held an unamused look on his face. “as my close friends, you will wax these boards for me. you can’t stop until you guys fix whatever feud is going on between the two of you.” john b stands his ground. jj scoffs, “we don’t have a feud.” you nod your head in agreement. “jj is right, his hatred is definitely one sided... it is not a feud.” you laugh softly seeing jj send a glare your way. “yeah okay. whatever guys. just fix it, and if you even try and leave, i’ll send cleo after both of you.” your eyebrows lift in shock. you mutter a quick okay, returning your attention to the board.

jj stares at you, watching you apply the wax. he couldn’t help but get upset. everything you did just made him annoyed. he grabbed the wax, working on the board right by yours. silence falls over the two of you. it’s not awkward or weird, it actually feels quite normal. until jj interrupted it so he could judge you.

“youre doing it wrong. i mean come on.” you stare at jj, “jj please just focus on your own board.” you shake your head, continuing to polish the surfboard. he glares at you. “whatever. just keep doing what you are doing, and then john b or i will fix it after you.” his attention turned back to his board. you rolled your eyes. “i will, thank you.” he breathes in, inhaling the waxy scent. “you are so annoying you know that?” you ignore jj’s words, focusing on the board. he continues, “i mean everything you do. everything you say, it pisses me off.” you nod slightly. “you done?”

“no, actually i’m not.” you bite your lip, fixating on the wax that is spreading along the smooth surface. jj stops waxing the surfboard. you look up to see he is already staring at you. “you know, you act like you are better than us, i mean why do you hang out with us anyway?” jj waits but continues when he realizes you won’t reply. “you are fake, you are so upbeat and bubbly that it’s annoying. you are a double sided two faced bitch who says anything to get in good graces.” you inhale, looking up at him.

“listen jj. we are stranded on this fucking island. TOGETHER. so either drop it and move on, or just shut the fuck up and stay away from me.” you place your hands on your hips, breathing slightly staggered from anger. “everyone speaks so highly of you saying how great you are; but the only jj i’ve met is a total douche. if you hate me so much then just stay the fuck away from me. if you continue you’ll just be wasting your breath and energy anyway.” jj holds back a laugh at your sudden outburst.

“you really think if i had the choice, i would want to be here? especially with you?” jj asked, you already knowing the answer. you stay silent. “exactly. no one can deal with you for that long anyway.” you roll your eyes.

“whatever jj. you win.” you toss the wax to the side, frowning. you don’t turn back to him, you just ignore him. you start to walk towards the beaches seashore. it was getting slightly hot, so you decided to take a dip into the water.

you were salvaging the few moments of freedom you had, before you got john b’s and cleo’s wrath from leaving the scene before mending the friendship with jj. it was practically impossible. what did jj have against you? you tip toed into the water, getting deeper and deeper. you floated at the top of the water; the coolness feeling great on top of your hot skin.

jj truly had the biggest nerve, your mind was overwhelmingly clogged. you felt seaweed scratch against the bottom of your foot, this caused you to jump, your adrenaline levels rising since you thought it was a fish. you try to remain afloat, but the high tide caused the waves to crash right over you repeatedly, being faster and higher than ever. you went above water trying to shout for help, but your mouth was filled, causing no sound to come out. you thrash against the water, kicking to stay afloat. your throat was burning, your legs tired from kicking, and your lungs filled with liquid.

a pair of hands wrap around your stomach, dragging you out the water. you were placed on the warm sand. “shit.” jj stared at you. your head felt light. jj’s hand began pumping your chest, curses falling from his mouth. “come on, just breathe. please.” you cough, the salt water exiting your lungs, and dropping onto your neck. you gasp for air, opening your eyes to be met with jj’s face. you breathe heavily for a minute.

“jj… thank you.” you sit up, pulling him into a tight hug. your hands wrap around his neck, one of them grabbing his hair. his arms held tightly around your waist. his chest was heaving heavily, shaking slightly. “i hate to be so cliché j, but you genuinely saved my life.” he frowns at you. “i almost lost you.”

jj’s confession confused you. “what?” you say softly, your hand combed through his hair. “look. the reason i’m so mean to you, is because i knew that if i was nice to you, my already intense feelings for you would only amplify.” you frown at him. “you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” jj nodded. you went to talk, but your friends interrupted the moment.

john b rushed to your side, kiara and pope swiftly behind him. “what happened!! we were watching from over there.” john b pointed in a direction farther away. “one minute you were swimming… the next you we’re gone!?” you wipe your neck, trying to dry it off. “jj saved my life. i almost drowned.” you frown, the group in front of you nodded. “im so glad you are okay.” kiara bent down pulling you into a hug. “i’m glad you are safe now too.” pope joined in on the hug; as well as everyone else.

sarah, kiara, and cleo bend down, reaching for your hands. they help you up, dragging you to your feet. they walk you away from the crowd, bombarding you with questions. “so when you were drowning what did it feel like??” you turn around watching jj, you smile slightly before turning to them. “oh get ready for the amount of details i’m going to give you guys.”

possibly a part two…??? not sure yet :) <3 also!! i’m proofreading this tomorrow since i’m not entirely sure if it has errors or not! ily!!

[mediocre-writerr]

lay me down [maddy perez]

maddy perez x reader

requested: Can u pls do a maddy perez x reader were the reader saw maddy and nate kissing (btw maddy and the reader r dating) maddy saw him or her (which one u do refer) and tried to run after them but nate stop her. And the next day maddy tried to talk to them but they avoid her and they talk about it and the reader forgive her (idk if u smut but they had make sex) u finish it off.

*not my gif*

It wasn’t odd, you know?

Everyone always warned you. Stay away from Maddy Perez. She will never get over Nate Jacobs.

But you didn’t listen. You don’t know what it was. Maybe it was the fact that you were too fucking in love to keep your head on straight. Actually it was most definitely that reason.

And now every little thing in your body is telling you to that you should’ve listened the first time.

You were on a bike ride home with Rue, Jules, and Lexi when you saw them. She was leaning against the hood of his car and they were kissing. You were too busy looking at the two of them that you couldn’t see the trash can in front of you.

You crashed into the metal clanging against each other as you fell off to the side.

“Woah dude, you okay?” Rue asked, hopping off her bike to extend a hand out to you.

You looked at your arm to see a slight scrape, but other than that you were fine, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” the girls eyes landed on what you were looking it.

Was it just you or was it going in slow motion?

“Wow.” Lexi stated, “I really thought you changed her.”

“I’m gonna say something.” Jules said and you tried to stop her, but you know it was no use, “Hey dick face! You know that she’s dating someone right? You can’t go around and kiss other people’s girlfriends.”

Nate looked like the classic douche he was. With his ‘I could care less’ and his smirk on his face. While Maddy eyes just widened at the sight of you. She pushed Nate away quickly, but the damage was already done.

“And you!” Jules called out to Maddy, “I thought you were different. Despite everyone’s doubts about you and Y/N getting together, I stood by you. I was wrong.”

You hopped back onto the bike and waited for the rest of the girls to get on theirs.

“Y/N! Y/N wait!” Maddy called out and you turned to her with an empty smile.

You just shrugged, “It’s all good. We’re good. I’ll see you around Maddy.” her full name rolling off your tongue causing the both of her to wince. All you do is call her Mads or a pet name.

You pedaled as fast as you could away from the scene, letting out a deeper sigh.

“Y/N?” Lexi asked.

Trying to snap you out of the harsh memory of yesterday. You were sitting at lunch ignoring the girl you’ve been in love with for as long as you could remember. Lexi decided to spend the day with you instead of sitting with her sister and the rest of her friends.

“Sorry, yeah. What’s up?” you asked, running your hands through your face.

“Are you okay?” she said, her eyes filled with concern.

“Lex, you know I love you, but I don’t think that’s a good question to ask.” Rue spoke up, chucking to herself. While Jules looked like she was about to stab someone over there.

Maddy has tried talking to you all day. But every time you’d just walk away or shake your head unapprovingly or even Jules, Rue, or Lexi would stop her before she got the chance to speak.

Well that was working out well until all of a sudden you’re being pulled into a janitor’s closet.

“Woah!” you exclaimed as the door shut behind you. The small little light turning on to reveal the one person you were avoiding the most.

“Hey.” she whispered, softly. Her confident tone wasnt there, her voice was meek and you could tell she’s trying not to break. But you turned around and tried to leave, but she called after you again, “Please don’t go.”

You let out another sigh and faced towards her, crossing your arms over your chest. Patiently waiting for her to start talking.

“Oh, you’re waiting for me to talk. Um yesterday wasn’t what it looked like. I didn’t kiss Nate because I’m still in love with him.” you still didn’t say anything so she let out a sigh before continuing, “I kissed him because I was scared. I was scared because of how in love with you I am.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “That makes absolutely no sense.” you pointed out.

“I kissed him because I went over there to tell him that it was over. That I wasn’t going back to him anymore. I wasn’t going to keep the on and off with him because I finally found someone who I love and loves me more than anything.” she whispered, cupping your cheeks softly, “It was a parting kiss. It meant nothing to me because at the end of the day the person I was going back home to is you.”

She brushed the hair away from your face, tracing shapes along your cheek bones, “I love you Y/N Y/L/N, please forgive me.”

You leaned in towards her pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I love you Mads.”

“Still?” she asked, a little teary eyed.

“Always.”

[once-upon-a-oneshot]

Friends with Benefits

Summary: You and Calum are friends with benefits, but what happens when one of you starts to want something more

Genre: Frat!Calum

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes

Word Count: ~900

“Same time tomorrow?” Calum asks as you clumsily climb out of his bed and search around the room for the panties you arrived in.

“Um,” As you reach under the bed, you feel the silk material in a crumbled heap. You pull it out only to realize that these are not the panties you wore here. In fact, they aren’t even yours. “I actually have plans.” You continued, throwing the panties away from you and wiping your hand on your still bare thigh.

“Plans?” Calum’s tone is doubtful, almost even mocking. But you’re too busy scowering the room for your panties to notice.

“Yep.” Deciding to abandon your search for your undergarments, you grab your pants off the foot of the bed and shimmy them on. “So, looks like you’re going old school tomorrow. Just you, yourself, and Miss Righty.” 

The way you grin to yourself as you pull your shirt over your head annoys him. He hates for any one, especially just some girl he hooks up with, to feel that they’ve got anything over him.

“Bold of you to assume you’re the only girl I call when I need to get off.” He pushes, raising an eyebrow at you. Uninterestedly you roll your eyes at him.

“Not only,” you smirk to yourself, “but best.” He’s trying to best you, but you’re not like all the other insecure girls he messes around with. You know what you’ve got, and you know what it’s worth.

“Again,” it was Calum’s turn to smirk at you. “Bold assumption”. Your only response it to roll your eyes as you bend over to pull on your shoes.

“I mean, for the past three weeks you’ve called me, what,” You turn your eyes towards the ceiling and scrunch your face pretending to think. For added measure you use one finger to solve an imaginary equation in the air. “Oh that’s right, every night.”

You won’t back down. But Calum won’t either.

“Yea, and who do you think I’ve called every morning?” Calum smirks triumphantly. You say nothing as you grab your purse and head for the door.

“Good, then call one of them.” You say it and mean it. Just like it was for Calum, to you this arrangement was simply a business transaction. A mutual exchange of sexual favors. Nothing more. 

“See ya.” You call over your shoulder as you finally walk out of the room. Leaving Calum naked and alone in his bed.

*****CALUM’S POV*****

Friday night. Exactly 22 hours since I last got off. I’m not OCD or anything. It’s just that over the years I’ve found that keeping a strict “booty-call” schedule made it easier to keep track of my endeavors. Not to mention it prevents the always awkward “two booty-calls running into each other” situation. If you’ve never experienced one chick leaving your room half naked, while another chick is walking in ready to smash, trust me – you don’t want to go there. However, it did make for some pretty hot hate-sex.

Not that the schedule really mattered much lately. There was really only one time to account for. (Y/N)’s time. Every night for the past couple weeks. 10 o’clock on the dot is her call time. Usually she won’t get here until about midnight, but that works out perfectly for me. The later it is the less likely she’ll be to try and hang out, or some shit, afterwards.

Throwing the weight of my body on the bed, I pull my phone out of my tight jean pocket and call her.

It’s not until she doesn’t answer that I remember about the bullshit “plans” she told me she had.  Whether they are real or not, they’ll just have to wait. Because right now, I need her. Well, my dick does anyway.

I call again. This time the phone rings twice and then goes straight to voicemail.

She sent me to voicemail.

This is probably all just some elaborate scheme to make me think she actually has better things to do than fuck me.

Two can play at that game

I toss my phone on the bed and head towards the bathroom. The sound of my phone vibrating on the bed makes me stop in my tracks. I smile to myself and eagerly make a move for the phone.

Eagerly? Why are you eager?

I blame it on my being horny. I can’t help the way my face falls with disappointment when it’s my friends contact name on my screen instead of hers.

Disappointment?

I must be really, really, horny.

“What?” I bark annoyed. It’s not actually him I’m bothered by, but he’s the one who’s available.

“Dude, where are you?” he’s yelling into the phone, and I can hear loud music blaring in the background.

“My room?” I don’t know what he wants, but if he doesn’t tell me soon this conversation is going to end.

“Oh, I figured you were at that Phi Delta party?”

“Well, I just told you I’m in my room.” I snap. “Why the hell would I be at some frat party?”

I’m far from the type. All those preppy douchebags. Running around with their gelled-hair, short shorts, and flip flops. What real man wears flip-flops other than to the beach? And even that is pushing it.

“Yea but-” the sound of his voice pulls me back to reality from my internal rant. “Your little fuck-buddy’s here so I figured-”

“Who?” I interrupt.

“Uh, you know that one chick. The one you rated best rack!”

“(Y/N)?!” I don’t know why but knowing that she was ignoring my calls, while she was probably running around with some douchey frat guy irritated me.

“Yea! Yea dude her! She looks-” Before he can even finish his sentence, I hang up the phone and grab my keys. I don’t know why I going to the party or what I’ll do when I get there, but right now all I can think about is (Y/N) laying in bed with a douche in flip-flops.

As I finally pull up in front of the huge trashy house, none of the irritation has left my body. Taking long strides, I make my way in the house and navigate through all the drunk teens determined to find (Y/N). I do a quick scan of the living room, the kitchen, the backyard, but she’s nowhere to be seen. With every room I check off the list, my fears of her being locked in one of those bedrooms upstairs with some guy grows.

Just as I’m about to storm up the stairs and kick in every door, I spot her walking through the front door, with a guy following close behind. The type of guy who looks like he wears flip flops. As I watch her grin from ear to ear, I can feel anger rumbling deep in my stomach. Suddenly the house feels hot. Too hot.

My eyes follow them into the kitchen. I count to 10, and I head towards the kitchen too.

“Wooow, hey.” I fake shocked to be running into (Y/N) here.

“Calum.” Her statement sounds more like a question as her eyes go wide.

“Plans huh?” My eyes shift to the tool standing too close to her. I mean come on its burning up in here. Definitely, too hot to be standing that close to someone.

“Yea. Uh Corey this is Calum, Calum this is my friend Corey.” Friend? Her friend Corey? And what I’m? Just Calum? What she should’ve said was ‘Douchebag this is the guy who fucks me better than anyone ever has be-‘

“Nice to meet you man.” Douchebag interrupts my perverse thoughts and reaches out to shake my hand. I don’t want to take it. Who knows where those fingers have been.

Hopefully not in her.

I choke on my own thoughts as my breathe gets caught in my throat. I burst into a fit of coughs and (Y/N) and Douchebag just stare at me like I just grew another head. Douchebag pushes his cup towards me and I take it. As I chug down the beer from his cup, I swear I can taste (Y/N)’s pussy on the rim.

His lips better have not gone anywhere near her.

I can’t stop the thoughts going through my head, or the places my fucked-up imagination keeps taking me, but I know it needs to stop.

I finish off Douchebag’s drink and hand the empty cup back to him. I can feel the alcohol immediately. My muscles ease ever so slightly and I’m starting to function like a normal human being again. I need to regain control of this situation.

“So,” I chose to not even address whatever the hell was going on with me a minute ago. “This is the hot date (Y/N) was all giddy about.” I challenge her.

“You told him this was a date?” Douchebag raises an eyebrow and turns his attention to (Y/N) who’s shooting me daggers with her eyes.

“Well I didn’t use those words exactly.” She says through gritted teeth.

“Damn this is embarrassing,” He continues. I smirk to myself and wait for the show to begin. “Because ... I’ve been telling everyone it was.”

Douche, and I can’t stress this enough, bag.

I can’t help but roll my eyes and scoff, which I play off as another cough.

“You Calum, should take care of that cough, and you Corey, follow me to the beer pong table.” I watch as she grabs his hand and pulls him back towards the living room.

I decide to stay in the kitchen and continue adding alcohol to my system. The liquor burns my throat but for the time being it stops the weird thoughts in my head and helps me think more clearly. I mean obviously I’m not jealous or anything because, why the hell would I be. He’s a douche yea, but not because he’s here with the chick I occasionally fuck. And obviously I’m not irritated with her just because she’s here with a douche. It’s just that I needed to get my dick wet and she ignored my call to be here with said douche. Like he’s somehow more important than me getting off.

I stumble back into the living room and find a spot on the couch. Of course from where I’m sitting I have the perfect view of the beer pong table, and therefore the perfect view and Miss Thing and her new boy toy.

I sit watching them as I down beer after beer. My eyes follow (Y/N) intently as she finally walks away from the table towards the kitchen again. Without thinking, my feet are carrying me to the kitchen right behind her.

“Are you like stalking me now Calum?” she spins on her heels noticing me trailing her.

“Fiesty.” I wink at her. She just rolls her eyes and continues over towards the punch bowl to refill her cup. “I just wanted to tell you how good you look tonight.” I lick my lips while allowing my eyes to rake up and down her body, paying particular attention to her breasts.

“Fuck off.” She rolls her eyes at me while shaking her head. She knows this is a game, and she’s fighting hard not to lose.

“Damn,” I place one hand on her neck tilting her head to the side. “You’re sexy when you’re mad.” I make a move to attach my lips to her neck and she lets me. And I know I’ve won. I suck at the sensitive skin and try to push my body closer to hers. “Let me take you upstairs.” I whisper into her neck.

“See I would,” she speaks but doesn’t move away from me. “But, I have a hot date to get back to.” She finally pulls away from me. “I’m just so giddy about it.” She’s mocking me. She smirks as she brushes past me leaving me and my bulge alone in the kitchen.

One hour, and too many shots later I’m still here. At this stupid frat house with these stupid people. I could’ve just gone home, but something keeps me here. I think it’s my obsession with beating (Y/N). Finally proving to her that she should’ve been in my bed with me tonight. Not here with what’s his face. When the first bit of alcohol entered my system, it helped keep my thoughts from running wild. Now that it’s pulsing through my veins as thick as my blood, the thoughts have returned.

I sit on the stairs, watching as (Y/N) grinds her perfect ass against Corbin, or whatever the hell his name was. It makes me sick. He slides his hands down her hips. He could never navigate her body as well as I do – even if she drew him a map. I’m the one that knows all the right places to touch her. I’m the one who knows all the right buttons to push. My name is the name she calls out while I pound into her.

The alcohol is mixing with my lust and my anger and it’s pushing me.

Douchebag spins (Y/N) around and wraps his hands in her hair.

The way that I do.

He tries to lean in and kiss her, but just before his lips meet hers, I’m pushing him off of her. My mind is confused but my fist are determined. I tackle him to the ground and start beating the shit out of him.

“Calum! CALUM GET OFF OF HIM!” (Y/N)’s voice pulls me off of him when no one else has been able to. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I don’t know how to answer her, because truthfully, I don’t know what I’m doing. I stand there glancing around at all the faces of the small crowd that had formed around us.

“He-You-” I was struggling to find a way to blame them for this. She stands there impatiently waiting for me to speak. Her angered expressions triggers something in me. She thinks she can stand here and face off against me. What does she think? She can intimidate me or something?

“You’re the one who should’ve answered my call!” I bite back at her. “Then I wouldn’t have had to come to this stupid ass party in the first place!”

“Calum get over yourself!” Why can’t she just let me win. Why does she have to be so damn stubborn? My body burns with rage and the faces of all these staring people aren’t making things any better.

“What the hell are you all looking at?!” I yell at the nosy ass bystanders. I probably look like a mad man. Wild hair, sweating, with knuckles busted and bleeding. I look scary enough for the crowd to scurry away in all directions turning their attention to something else.

(Y/N), along with the crowd, turns her back on me.

“Don’t,” I grab her arm and spin her back around to face me. “Turn your back on me!”

“Fuck! Off!” She emphasizes each word never letting any of the anger simmer. She jerks her arm away from me and turns her back on me again. I want to say whatever I need to to keep her from walking away from me. And of all the things I could, and probably should say, the best I can do is:

“That guy isn’t right for you!” The words taste foreign on my lips. I’ve never been one to look of for what was “right” for someone. Especially not some girl. The second the words leave my mouth I want to shove them back down my throat.

Now she’ll think she got me.

Now she’ll think she’s won.

“Right for me? Christ Calum it’s a date, not a fucking proposal!” She’s pissed, but at least she stayed. (Y/N) marches up to get in my face. She’s not done with me yet. “And what the hell do you know about right for me?! We fuck on occasion but that doesn’t mean you KNOW ME!”

She turns around and storms off. This time I let her go.

As I watch her walk away from me, I get this feeling. A feeling in the pit of my stomach. A sinking feeling.

Don’t leave me.

The thought scares me. I’ve never wanted someone to stay before, nor did I ever want to want someone to stay. But as the possibility of her staying faded -- leaving me alone -- I realized how desperately I wanted it. How desperately I needed it. Needed her.

This wasn’t a game. It never was. But as she turned her back on me, I couldn’t help but feel like I had just lost.

[kalee60]

i wish you would write a fic where jock!bucky seduces twink!steve, maybe he hits steve with that pec flex guys do that is both dick-ish and insanely hot at the same time?

Oh Manda - you absolute gorgeous gem! I very much like what you're asking me to create here 😘 I also love, love, love that you sent me a prompt!

I immediately think of sun, summer, ice cream, boys at the beach playing frisbee and our gorgeous Smol!Steve and Jock!Bucky as friends mutually pining (Ha - it's me, it was never going to be anything but this story!)

Once again, my quick little drabble (that I wrote today when I woke up {thanks to my sprinting buddies in discord}) turned into a 4k fic... But I mean - I think that's okay (more stucky for us - right?)

I hope you like where I took this, maybe in a slightly different direction than intended - it's also on ao3 here (with all tags necessary) if you prefer to check them out and read there instead, it'll be part of my stucky bingo fills - Beach and rated M for mild sexual content 😉

If you'd like a fic - here's the post - I wish you'd write a fic... (It might take me a little bit to write - but I will get there!)

Steve was in hell, literally. It was hot, he was sweaty and he was being tortured. Honestly, Steve really loved summer, but at the same time he loathed it. And most of that had to do with the fact he had to sit around in his large group of friends and watch Bucky fucking Barnes sans top and wearing only a small pair of running shorts frolic over the sand at the beach.

Life was unfair. 

How could somebody like Bucky actually exist in real time? He was a complete jock for starters, his looks and size perfect for being naturally great at sports, earning him a football scholarship of his choice (of course). And Steve, well Steve Rogers was as far from a jock as anyone could get. Not that he was horrible in the fitness and muscular department, but he was too little and his asthma still played up to join rugged contact sports. Being 5’4 also didn’t particularly endear him to any of the coaches at college who were scouting for star players. Plus studying to be a high school teacher probably wasn’t sporty enough, and he was leaning towards a specialist English role, not Gym.

So Steve joined the campus gym instead of a sporting team, did weights and classes and enjoyed it immensely. It was where he met Natasha, and that fateful meeting brought him to Bucky and his dickish jock ways and friends.

Though if Steve was to be fair (of which he was - usually) not all jocks were dicks, even if Steve had preconceived notions from high school what college boys would be like. He'd been pleasantly surprised to find that the captain of the football team was not only gorgeous, cocky and a bit of a douche, but also very smart, kind and had a smile that could make Steve’s legs turn to jelly with only a small half tilt.

But it was as he sat on a towel under the shade of a large umbrella that Carol had stolen from her parent’s garden shed, that Steve really felt the heat, and it had nothing to do with the blazing sun above him and the burning sand beneath his feet.

It was all Bucky Barnes and his chest, his slim waist, his tanned olive skin, the breadth of his shoulders, the thickness of his sinewed and muscled thighs that tapered down to calves that bunched up as he jumped and landed to grab the frisbee aimed at him.

Steve sighed heavily as his gaze lingered on the brunette. Bucky Barnes was every mans wet dream, every girls perfect prince, and Steve pulled his dark sunnies over his eyes again, ignoring the pounding in his chest, the throbbing in his groin as he watched Bucky behind dark lenses spring up and prance over the sand, laughing with a wide mouth that could do sinful things to Steve’s body. The worst part was that Bucky was doing all of this with no knowledge that Steve harboured the biggest crush of his life.

It really was unfair.

Sitting back to lean on his hands, stretching his legs out, he saw Bucky glance over at him, and gave a smile. Bucky grinned back and then grappled Sam to the sand to yank the frisbee from his grip. Life wasn’t unfair because Bucky didn’t date guys, he did, very much so, and girls too from what Steve had seen, it was just the guys Bucky dated were typically more like… jocks.

Steve hunched over, trying to not stare too long and inadvertently get turned on, finding it an impossibility as his eyes wouldn’t tear away from Bucky’s frame as he bounded effortlessly over the soft sand, something Steve couldn’t do. He’d almost lost a lung from the trek over to their secluded spot earlier that day. Soft sand was the enemy - that was fact.

“Heads up.”

Startled from his thoughts by Bucky’s deep voice urgently calling out his way, Steve looked up only to see the frisbee coming straight for him. With a reaction that even surprised himself, Steve raised his hand and caught the flying disc with nary a blink of an eye.

Bucky was skidding to a halt on his knees before him a second later.

“Shit, Steve. That was epic, you sure you don’t want to play? You can be on my team - my secret frisbee weapon.”

Steve’s mouth went dry as he tried to listen to the words leaving Bucky, because the delectable man was less than two feet away and the smell of sunscreen, sweat and something virile and uniquely Bucky entered his senses. Steve knew that if sitting next to Bucky in the dining hall was torture when Bucky was wearing his spicy cologne, he’d keel over being enveloped in his sweaty beach scent for longer than a minute. 

God he wanted Bucky to fill him, everywhere. Make him forget his name, take him over and over.

He realised that he still hadn’t answered and heat crept into his cheeks, managing to blurt out, “I’m good for now. Nat’s grabbing ice creams and I don’t want to get a stitch.”

Steve then gave Bucky what he hoped was a soft and cheeky winning grin, but the way Bucky faltered, swallowed tightly, face impassive made Steve wonder if he’d missed the mark on trying to be flirty.

He really was as hopeless as Darcy continually told him.

Steve’s eyes trailed down to Bucky’s broad and lightly haired chest, finding himself breathing quicker, wondering if he’d remembered to pack his inhaler. No, he was sure it was in the pocket of his backpack. Thank god, he might need it in the face of Bucky’s glorious muscles moving in his vision all day.

“If you’re sure,” Bucky finally said in a deep steady voice.

“Maybe later,” Steve stammered, holding up the frisbee with a shaky hand. He had to get a grip.

“Alright, later then, I’m holding you to that.” And Bucky took the disc from Steve’s grip and was off bounding towards Sam, Carol, Thor and Maria.

While Steve recalibrated his thoughts, Nat came back holding only one ice cream cone, licking it slowly with a sparkle in her eye as Clint trailed behind, wearing Nat’s beach bag and carrying the rest of the ice creams, and Steve worried she’d overestimated his balancing skills. But if Nat asked, Clint would do - it was kind of amazing the power she had over him without even trying. Although they weren’t dating (yet), Nat was never cruel, she was playing the long game and really liked Clint, but had been hurt before by some Russian asshole, and Steve knew that Clint, when Nat finally agreed to go out with him would never be the same man again. He’d be lost in deep shock and joy. They were perfect for each other.

A pang went through his gut as Steve watched them, taking a cone from Clint, wishing he had someone that wanted him as much as they wanted each other.

“Vanilla,” Nat commented with a scrunch of her nose at Steve’s choice as he took a lick of the creamy goodness, the chill on his tongue welcome under the heat of the day. “You’re so very basic, Rogers.”

“Hey there is nothing wrong with that. I happen to love vanilla.” A rich voice said from right in front of Steve as Bucky flopped down on the sand, kicking up little grains that stuck on Bucky’s thighs where he was sweating. Steve shut his eyes against the picture before him, once again pleading to any God or Goddess that would listen that it wasn’t fair, that they had to find him someone one day. He just hoped it would be soon, else his dick drop off from Bucky unwittingly giving him blue balls.

“You’re one to talk, you didn’t even want ice cream, just a soda. And a club soda at that.”

Bucky looked over to Nat, flashing her a wide grin, and Steve immediately started to lick his ice cream just to do anything but stare at the crinkling in the corners of Bucky’s eyes, or to watch his lips as they wrapped around the bottle tip. He only half listened to their banter as they kept teasing each other, Nat and Bucky having been best friends from childhood, the reason how Steve inadvertently fell into the group of jocks, for a lack of a better term to encompass all the fit people he was now surrounded with.

Nat had introduced him to everyone after they’d hit it off at the gym in first semester, and Steve had waited for the inevitable teasing to commence about his small stature, but it never came. He was always included, never mocked (unless it was called for, because he was a facts man and couldn’t help correcting people when they were clearly in the wrong) and it was such a novel experience, so how could he not fall immediately in lust with the football captain? One who had smokey blue-grey eyes, sinfully full lips made for kissing among other fun activities and a personality that you could fall into and live inside forever.

“Err, Steve… your ice cream, it’s ummm, dripping.”

“What?” Steve asked, realising that he’d been swirling his tongue over the top of the soft confectionary and that his fingers were now completely sticky as the ice cream dripped over them on to his thigh. “Oh shit.”

Steve immediately switched hands and started to lap at his fingers, tongue darting between them to catch all the creaminess, sucking them into his mouth one by one, only looking up when he heard a muted groan. Bucky was moving before him, squirming in the sand, and as his eyes landed on Bucky, he startled, surprised to find Bucky’s hooded gaze directly on Steve. But his eyes hadn’t landed just anywhere, they were trained to Steve’s mouth, and as Steve swiped his finger through the sweetness that had dribbled on his thigh, Bucky’s gaze followed that finger's movements. Steve without thought, heart thumping hard, confusion and awe flowing through his veins, stuck the digit in his mouth, licking off the stickiness. 

Thankfully, Steve had his sunglasses on, hiding his expression, but he knew his face was burning red at the brash and overt display. Bucky was watching him intently, the rise and fall of his gloriously thick chest heaved, and Bucky’s skin flushed from the exercise or maybe the sun. Steve wasn’t sure.

But it was as Steve licked around the base of the cone again, the ice cream melting quicker in the heat than he could swallow, Bucky’s pecs twitched.

Steve stopped all movement, caught at the tick of flesh, the way it bounced taut, watching with abject lust and desire as Bucky did it again - knowing exactly where Steve’s eyes were trained.

It was such a fucking dick move, a power move to get attention and Steve hated jocks who flexed like that, but on Bucky… on Bucky it was god damn mesmerizing. And it was after the third time Bucky’s pecs jumped, Bucky stood up abruptly and fled saying in a higher pitch than usual that he was jumping in the water, that Steve realised he might not have been doing it on purpose.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Bucky was dead, he was going to die from being hard for... how long had he known Steve Rogers, six months maybe? Well, that was how long he’d survived with a non-stop boner for the blonde man. And he was at the end of his tether.

Steve was everything Bucky ever wanted in a partner, smart, strong, intense, funny, handsome  and a person that he could fall into, spend time with - love.

So it didn't help his little issue to be at the beach that day, watching Steve sit under the huge umbrella on brightly coloured towels in his swim trunks and a loose tank with arm holes so big he could see all the way through to his muscular chest and pink nipples. It was driving him fucking insane. 

Sure he’d seen Steve wearing an array of items at the gym, but he’d never witnessed him so carefree as he was at the beach. He was smiling more, relaxed, joking while big sunglasses hid those gorgeous eyes that would give the ocean a run for its money as to what was bluer.

But what killed Bucky that particular day over every other day he lusted after Steve, what made him clench and twitch all over was watching Steve lick up his ice cream. It was downright obscene, Steve shouldn’t be allowed to do that in public, or at least he should have a warning sticker on his person.

Steve had a mouth made for sucking cock, and Bucky wanted, no, he needed to know what having those lips wrapped around him felt like. Christ, he wanted to know what it felt like to be buried in Steve, maybe even have Steve press into him. Fuck.

There was only one thing for it.

He had to seduce Steve, and he had to do it soon.

But that begged the question - how?

How did Bucky capture the attention of the smartest, funniest, quick witted and grumpiest man on campus? Not only that, but to have Steve take him seriously? Bucky was aware that people thought he was only a dumb jock, that all he had to offer the world was to play ball and shit talk other teams and work out in the gym. Which, yeah of course he did all of those things - but he really was so much more. He was studying economics, was thinking about trying to specialise and work as an international trade specialist after college, and although Bucky really loved playing ball - it wasn’t his whole life. He’d never go pro - well, not without a hell of a lot of luck and persistence, and he wasn't sure he really wanted to take something he enjoyed and make it a living in that way. He’d seen how broken some sports stars bodies were after a career, and he still wanted to be able to walk at forty without having had three knee reconstructions.

But Steve, Steve saw through all of that, he spoke to Bucky like an intellect, like he had something worthy to say, to add to the conversation. Even at the gym after Nat had introduced them (Bucky begging to know who the gorgeous guy she was chatting to on the rowing machines was) Steve and he worked out together, had fun catcalling each other for being weak and helped each other with their forms - something Bucky largely did just to get hands on Steve even though Steve’s form was perfect.

Bucky had been taken with the slight man from the first moment he’d seen him, always under the impression that Steve was too smart to even think about dating a meathead like him, even if he truly wasn't what his physique made him. So he stuck with friendship, but now he wanted more. Was going to ask for more.

“Whatcha thinking?” Nat asked as she swam out to float in the water next to him.

“Nothing much,” He replied, ignoring her knowing hum. He hated that they’d been friends forever and she knew all his tells.

The much needed cold water had soothed his itching skin, and from his vantage point he could look back at their rag tag group of friends, able to stare unabashadly at Steve as he laughed with Clint and Thor about something, staring up at Thor as he... as he fucking flexed in front of Steve.

“Easy boy,” Natasha grabbed his bicep that was taut from clenching his fists, “Thor’s with Jane remember? Steve’s not interested in someone like Thor anyway.”

Bucky’s eyes swung to her immediately. “What do you mean? Because he's a jock?”

Nat let out an exasperated sigh. “No you idiot. Because he’s interest lies elsewhere.”

“Oh,” Bucky’s chest squeezed tight, wondering who had Steve’s undivided attention. And he couldn’t help but watch Steve as Carol held out a hand to pull him to his feet, and suddenly Bucky forgot his disappointment when Steve pulled his tank off, revealing a gorgeous toned body in all its glory. Bucky’s dick stirred. Thank fuck he was hidden in the water.

“You are a colossal idiot. You know that right?” Nat deadpanned.

“I have to ask Steve out,” he blurted. “I need to… I need to be with him.”

“I know,” Nat said with a smirk, and Bucky looked at her gratefully, if she helped he would be fine. “But that really sounds like a you problem. Have fun with that.”

“You horrible cow,” Bucky sniped back, ready to splash her, but she was already under the water stealthily swimming up behind Clint, only to dunk the unsuspecting man. 

Bucky’s attention suddenly caught on movement on the shoreline as Steve stood knee deep, testing the water and with no further hesitation, dove in, coming up for air not far from where Bucky floated. Bucky watched mesmerized as the sun glinted off Steve’s wet eyelashes, before he wiped the droplets from them, smiling at Bucky.

“Oh god, this water feels amazing.”

“So would you,” Bucky whispered.

“Huh?” Steve asked.

For a long moment, Bucky stared at Steve, realising that sound carried over water differently and Steve most likely caught what he said. Seducing someone was hard, even though he hadn’t even tried yet.

Instead of answering, Bucky ducked his head so his mouth went underwater and swam towards Steve like a shark, deciding that he just had to ask him point blank, no messing around with seduction. Slipping up out of the water at the last moment he put on his most predatory smile, Steve’s eyes widening and he looked around, face flushed and Bucky hoped he wasn’t looking for an escape.

He quickly darted behind Steve, wrapping his arms tight around his lithe body, trying not to linger too much as Steve was the perfect fit, felt so good against him; and when he heard the small gasp from Steve’s throat he launched him into the air. Flinging Steve into the water a few feet away.

“You fucker,” Steve exclaimed laughing as he came up for air, and Bucky smirked.

Suddenly with a smirk of his own that made Bucky inhale sharply, Steve disappeared under the water, Bucky feeling him come up underneath his body and with a strength that belied Steve’s small stature, completely turning Bucky on more than it should, he was pushed up out of the water, throwing him completely under as well.

“Jesus, Steve. You should join the team.” Bucky spluttered when he came up for air.

Steve grinned back, pushing wet hair out of his eyes and Bucky stared, lost in how stunning Steve looked in the sunlight, that he was there before him alone in the ocean full of people, “I mean they already have you and Sam as Captains. Wouldn’t want to put either of you out of a job.”

Bucky laughed, “I don’t doubt you’d do it too, Stevie.”

And when Steve stopped smiling, Bucky realised what he’d said.

“Shit, sorry - you don’t like that? Nicknames?”

“No I... I do…” Steve answered softly, and Bucky became lost in a blue that matched the water they were treading.

“Would you get out with me?” Bucky blurted.

“Sorry? Get out of the water?”

Bucky internally facepalmed himself. “No, I mean go out.”

“Out. With you?”

Bucky nodded.

“Err, why me?” Steve asked in a small voice lost on a gust of wind.

Looking at Steve, who stared back at him with questions in his eyes, Bucky wanted to explain how much he’d desired it for months, to tell Steve all the ways he wanted to make him happy, and as a multitude of words sat on his tongue, Bucky suddenly understood Steve might not listen to his reasoning, might not believe him. So he decided to show his intent instead, and swam closer. Steve’s eyes were wide, guileless, Bucky seeing a small spark of something more, and hoping he wasn’t triple jumping over a line, he swam up behind Steve. He felt Steve tense up, anticipating to be flung into the water again, but instead, Bucky pulled him closer so that Steve’s back slotted against his front and leaned in, mouth only an inch away from Steve’s ear.

“Why you? Oh Stevie, you have no idea how gorgeous you are. How much I want you.” Bucky pressed his nose against the back of Steve’s ear and inhaled deeply, sunscreen, salt and Steve’s shampoo filled his senses and he lost his head for a moment, especially when Steve let out a high pitched groan and wriggled back into Bucky. “I want to spread you out beneath me, I want to lick all the sweat off your body, sweat that I'm going to cause from working you hard, making you work extra hard for my dick, because Stevie - I want you, I want you bad, and I think you might want me back just as much.”

Bucky hoped he wasn’t completely off base with his desires, that Steve really was just as interested, and when Steve ground back against him, skin sliding against Bucky’s, letting out another moan at the friction when he felt Bucky hardening up underneath him, Bucky knew it was going to be ok.

“Yes…” Steve whimpered as his shorts caught against Bucky’s dick, pushing backwards.

“You want that baby?”

“Fuck. Yes, I do.”

“How much?”

Steve spluttered, and Bucky couldn’t help chuckle at the noise. “What do you mean?”

“How much do you want it?” Bucky knew he was being a prick, making his pec’s tense against Steve’s back, pulling him onto his lap as they floated in the water, before wrapping a leg around one of Steve’s pulling it to the side, making Steve gasp gorgeously.

“A normal amount,” Steve husked back.

“Oh, you want me a normal amount - is that all?” Bucky smirked before licking a sloppy stripe up Steve’s neck at the same time as he snuck a hand down the front of Steve’s swim trunks, gripping his dick tightly, feeling the impressive length and girth for the first time. Fuck, he was definietly not taking switching of the table. But not anytime soon. First, he wanted to take Steve apart in every way conceivable.

Steve meanwhile, was liquid in his arms, going slack as Bucky took his time to explore while they floated in circles not far from the shore, but far enough out they wouldn’t get in trouble. He hoped. 

The moans tearing from Steve’s throat were getting louder though, Bucky loving every noise punched out of Steve as he stroked harder under the water, the friction and pressure of the water making him slower and more languid than usual. And Bucky wanted to make Steve call out with no thought or boundaries, nothing to stifle his pleasure, he needed Steve coming in his arms, again and again.

“I think you might just want me a little more than that.” Bucky rasped against Steve’s neck, sucking a bruise onto his pink skin, giving Steve’s dick another sharp tug and before he knew what was happening, Steve was shaking in his arms, whimpering out a release and Bucky was speechless. Utterly speechless as he continued to stroke Steve slowly, carefully as he jerked in his hand.

“Holy fuck, you’re stunning, gorgeous, the absolute best,” Bucky rambled into Steve’s neck, nipping kisses and pressing his lips against him in absolute awe at what had just occured.

Suddenly Steve moved, spinning himself around to straddle Bucky and he went under for a moment as their weights shifted and came back up spluttering, only for Steve to launch himself so his lips pushed against his. Steve took over, devouring his mouth, and although Bucky was the one in control, holding them both up, he’d never felt so out of control as Steve writhed and ground down as best he could in the water. Shit, Steve was going to be a handful and Bucky was there for it.

As he kissed back, grabbing the back of Steve’s head, holding him still as he pressed his tongue in deeply, a huge beach ball smacked into the side of his face. They jumped apart with a gasp.

“Don’t make me go get the hose!” Nat yelled out as she and Clint swam around nearby. “It’s about time you dolts wised up, but this is a public beach with you know - families.”

Bucky watched as Steve’s face flushed a perfect shade of red, and he couldn’t help but grab him again, giving him a quick intense kiss, claiming Steve until he struggled for breath, to show Bucky’s intent was clear and true. It was pure perfection.

“We’ll pick this up again later.” Bucky promised.

“Later.” Steve replied breathlessly.

Suddenly Steve pushed himself away from Bucky, grabbing and throwing the beach ball, hitting Clint dead on the nose. The surprised yelp from both Clint and Natasha made Bucky laugh.

“Oh it’s so on, James,” Nat yelled out.

Steve piped up from his side, “you wish, Romanoff - we’re gonna take you down!”

Bucky beamed.

“Yeah!” he called over to them, dodging the ball that came directly for him as Nat and Clint shit-talked. And as he and Steve swam out to retrieve the ball floating behind them, Bucky turned to Steve and gave him an overtly salacious wink. “And once we take them down, I’m going to take you home and show you what going down is all about.”

Steve burst out laughing. “Really? That was incredibly lame, especially for a savvy sex-crazed jock.”

“You’re not interested in my proposal then?”

“Oh I’m interested,” Steve grinned, licking his lips and Bucky caught his breath. “But if you’re going to use dad jokes on the regular - I might have to start calling you something else in the bedroom.”

Steve then threw the ball, Nat ducking at the last minute, and Bucky didn’t even feel when the returning pitch slammed into his head; Steve’s words creating a delicious cacophony of images and filthy thoughts in his mind instead.

Bucky had always known that Stevie Rogers was going to be both the life and death of him, and as he rubbed his head, grasping the ball in one hand, ready to throw it, he couldn’t wait to see where their adventure would take them.

But first - Clint had to pay.

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Just Friends (Part 9)

Story Summary: After moving to America for a 3-month long internship, you meet two interesting characters on a boring night out.

Word Count: 4.6K

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, minor drug use, smut, slight dom!Rafa, swearing, and loads of British references (sorry not sorry lol)

Chapter Note: smut smut smut smut smut smut smmmmmuuuuttt

Tag List: lonelydance mysearchforgratification ramp-it-up blndspotting summerofsnowflakes exrthangel honeysucklechocolatedrippin captaintightpants58

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"What did I tell you?" He laughed as he closed the door behind him, "you don't have to take off your shoes when you're here."

"It's the polite thing to do," you smiled goofily up at him, "what if I stepped in something icky earlier."

"I suppose I'd have to clean the floor tomorrow then," he shrugged, his eyes still bloodshot from the joint, "it's a risk I'd be willing to take."

Easy to giggles, you shot him a laugh.

"You want a drink?" he asked you and held up his index finger, "a quick word of warning; my margarita game is off but I do make a mean Long Island."

You arched an eyebrow at him, "Long Island? Are you trying to get me drunk?"

He sent you a smirk, "Your senses are already dulled from the reefer. How much more could a strong drink possibly do?"

"Okay," you laughed, "Long Island it is then - I do hope it's better than the 'Rafa Special' that you made me on New Years."

"Ouch, you big bully," he pretended to be hurt, "I lay down my guard and show you my true self and this is what it gets me? Some ignorant European tearing apart my cocktail game? I'm telling you; if I had just an ounce of self-respect, you'd be in an Uber on your way home right now!"

"I guess I'm lucky that you're completely spineless," you shrugged.

"Did you just say that?" He put down the lime he'd been holding and sent you a bemused smile.

"Let me just check; uh yes I did."

"Say it again and I'll definitely throw you out," he took a step closer to you trying to look dangerous but failing miserably.

"You're spineless," you whispered.

"One more time for Big Rafa, come on," he motioned a come on sign with his hand, stepping even closer to you.

"Spineless," you squealed and ran away from him as he started running towards you.

"I'll get you for this," he chased you into the living room where he grabbed you around the waist and threw you down on the sofa. He sat down on top of you and grabbed your wrists, "say it again," he urged you, as he easily forced your hands above your head, pinning your wrists together with just one hand. It reminded you of the night after New Years and you became strangely aroused by it.

"Okay, I'll stop," you squealed as he tickled your sides, "just let me go."

He stopped tickling you and went completely still, "never," he leaned in and whispered, lips hovering dangerously close to yours, his right hand warm against your ribs. He could feel your fast heartbeat through your black t-shirt as you made a quick decision and lifted your head up to kiss him softly on the lips.

He gladly reciprocated your tender kiss, looking pained as you withdrew your face after just a couple of seconds.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, "I don't know what just came over me."

Rafa let go of you and got up from the sofa, "Yeah," he cleared his throat, "I'm sorry too," he took your hand and helped you up on your feet, "I'll go mix us those drinks," he said quietly.

While he went to the kitchen, you studied the guys' living room. You had only been in here once before and back then, you had been far too concerned with locating your clothes to really have a look around at the colourful posters and their personal belongings scattered around the room. Your eyes were drawn to a small shelf at the back of the room where miniature figures of Calvin and Hobbes stood. You took Calvin in your hand and examined him more closely before putting the figure back on the shelf, moving along to the next item; a gilded gramophone reading 'National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences, Daveed Diggs, Principal Soloist, Best Musical Theater Album - 2015, Hamilton (Original Broadway Cast)' along with what appeared to be a Tony award inscribed 'Best Performance by a Featured Actor in a Musical: Daveed Diggs as Marquis de Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson, 2015 - Hamilton.'

You did a double take as you read the text on the two awards again.

Rafa came in with two drinks in hand, "I see you've found Diggs' awards," he smiled, handing you a drink.

"Are these real?"

"Very real," Rafa smirked.

"Why didn't you tell me? I had no idea!"

"I wanted to see how long it took you to figure out where you know us from," he shrugged.

"Were you in this... Hamilton as well?"

"Oh, god no," he laughed, "and by your tone of voice I'm guessing you have no idea what it even is."

"Not a clue," you shook your head and took a big gulp of the drink, "So let me get this straight: Daveed is a hardcore rapper and a Broadway musical star? I never would've guessed that!" you laughed.

"Yeah, remember the first night when you came up to us and you couldn't remember where you'd seen us before?"

"Of course."

"We thought it was a weird trick just to get us to talk to you. Ever since performing in Hamilton, Daveed has been dubbed as America's fast-rapping sweetheart," he rolled his eyes.

"Are you jealous?" you chuckled.

"Not the least. But we can never go out anymore without people feeling the need to constantly come up to him and introduce themselves. It was fun at first but now it's kind of lost its glory."

"So you thought I was a groupie or something?" You laughed, "yeah, your reactions definitely make more sense now."

"Sorry for being a dick," Rafa looked pained, "Sometimes it's necessary when you just want a quiet night out with your best friend."

"So you were a dick on purpose yet you still came over to me and apologised?"

"I did," he laughed, "I thought you were too sassy to just let go. Especially after I realised that you'd been completely innocent and that you actually thought you just knew us from work or something. It was kind of cute so I felt bad for acting like a douche."

"I still feel like I know you from somewhere else apart from that night though," you mumbled.

"Yeah, I know. Come here," Rafa said and took your hand, leading you to a room in another part of the house where you hadn't been before. The room was lined with different recording equipment and movie posters.

"What is this?"

"Our workspace," Rafa said matter-of-factly, "We record music in here or write lyrics, scripts for sketches or plays. You know. Anything creative."

"I've never met anyone with a workspace like this," you took in the room with awe.

"...and this," Rafa continued, "I'm guessing is where you know us from," he pointed to a poster titled Blindspotting with a laughing Daveed and a tough-looking Rafa facing you.

"Yeah! Yeah that's it! I remember seeing this at the movies back home," you said excitedly as you took in the poster. You remembered thinking that the two leads were cute even back then, "so you're a musician slash actor?" you looked back at Rafa who was smiling at you.

"I prefer creative genius, but whatever..." he hugged you from behind, "your term is just as good I guess."

"Why didn't you tell me that I'd probably seen you in a movie."

"You were so unfazed by me and Diggs. And I knew it wouldn't impress you so I kept my mouth shut and told Daveed not to say anything," he snickered from over your shoulder, "I wanted you to spend time with me because you like me. Not because I'm semi-famous."

"I can't believe you thought I was a groupie," you chuckled and leaned into his arms.

"You're so much more," he groaned. His lips brushed against your neck and he kissed you softly below the ear.

His movements brought you back to reality, "Rafa," you sighed, "I know you're drunk and high but we can't be doing this."

"Mmh..." he hummed against you as he pushed your hair aside, his lips still tracing along your neck.

Slowly, you turned around, his arms still around you. "I'm serious," you said.

"I know," he groaned and let his arms fall flat to his sides with a sigh.

"Maybe I should go," you said, "this was clearly a bad idea. And I have to work tomorrow."

"On a Saturday?" he arched an eyebrow at you, "or are you just saying that so you have an excuse to leave early?"

"As I told you; I'm not even halfway done with the project I came here to do, so I actually do have to work tomorrow," you booped his nose, "I'm probably going to be quite busy the next week to be honest."

"So I really won't get to see you?" Rafa furrowed his eyebrows.

"Minimally," you frowned back.

"Okay, I have an idea; since my place is closer to your lab, I'll cut you a deal; how about you stay over, I cook you a nutritious breakfast tomorrow morning and then I take you to work?"

"I don't know," you said even though you really wanted to spend the night.

"No funny business, okay? This time I'm serious," he grinned.

"You said that last time as well," you laughed, "and the time before that."

"Look, I'll even take the couch and let you have my bedroom. I just want to spend the last few hours with you if I won't get to see you for the next couple of days," he shrugged.

"Okay," you gave in, "on one condition!"

"Anything," he said honestly.

"You go for a dip in the pool," you laughed devilishly up at him.

"What, now?"

"Yep!"

"You're not serious?"

"As serious as a heart attack," you said as seriously as you possibly could in your high.

"Okay. If that's what you want," he sighed dramatically before he turned around and discarded his t-shirt in one swift motion.

"Oh, you're really doing this," you laughed as you followed him out to the pool via the sliding doors in the living room next door.

"There's a lot at stake," he said as he pulled off his sneakers and socks.

"So for this you take off your shoes?" you teased him.

"Shut up," he grinned up at you before his hands started unbuckling his belt, his pants falling onto the tiles with a loud clank.

"Okay, I was kidding," you said as he was standing on the edge of the pool wearing only his boxers, "you don't have to do this."

"Oh, I'm not taking any chances. I'm definitely doing this," he said before he took a deep breath and jumped into the freezing water. He emerged spluttering, "shit, it's so cold," he bellowed as he whipped his hair out of his face and took a few strokes, "are you just going to stand up there and admire me?"

"Oh, the deal was for you to jump in. Not me!"

"Boo, you chicken!" he grinned up at you.

"Well, you're not exactly making a single selling point."

"If you don't jump in, you're not allowed to sleep over."

"You're not serious."

"As serious as a heart attack," he grinned up at you, as he mimicked your words from earlier.

"Oh my god. I cannot believe you're making me do this!" You squealed involuntary but ended up taking off your t-shirt and jeans, dipping your toe in the cold water as you stood in front of the pool in just your underwear.

"Just jump in," Rafa laughed, "What you're doing up there is pure torture."

"Okay. You're right," you took a few shallow breaths before counting to three, jumping in the pool close to Rafa. As you emerged, you pushed your hair out of your face, "so cold!" you squealed, "why did we do this?"

"I did it for you," Rafa laughed, treading waters in front of you, "I actually don't find it as bad as I had anticipated."

"You stay then! I'm getting the hell out of here," your teeth clattered as you began climbing the ladder, a laughing Rafa following close behind you.

You were shivering as you reached the top of the ladder, desperately clutching your arms to keep what little warmth you had left.

"Hot shower?" Rafa laughed.

"Yes, please," you nodded and followed Rafa to the bathroom where he turned on the shower for you as you immediately started undressing, ready to step in as soon as the water turned warm.

"It'll only be a minu- Oi!" Rafa said and quickly looked away. He had turned around from the faucet only to be met by you standing in front of him wearing only your soaking panties.

"Oh relax," you rolled your eyes at him, "you've seen me naked before."

"That doesn't mean it isn't just as... exciting," he gulped, desperately looking at the ceiling, "Uh, there are towels over there and I'll - uh - I'll find you something comfortable to wear for afterwards, okay?" he edged out the door still not looking at you. From the other side of the door he bellowed, "Uhm, on second thought. You can just use my bathrobe - if that's alright with you."

"It's fine Rafa," bellowed back with a laugh as you stepped into the warm water.

You stayed in the shower for a couple of minutes until you felt the heat return to your fingers and toes. You quickly dried yourself off, and pulled on the only bathrobe you could find, assuming that it was Rafa's. "That was lovely," you said as you met him in his bedroom. He was wearing the same trackies you'd seen him in before. "No shower?" you lifted your eyebrows at him.

"We have a cold shower by the pool," he said slowly with a laugh, "and I desperately needed it."

"Oh how old are you?” You laughed at him, “you can't even see breasts without getting turned on?"

"Not when they're yours," his face reddened slightly suddenly matching his eyes, "and especially with your nipples all hard like that."

A cold shiver went down your spine. "Yeah, sorry," you ended up saying.

"Oh don't be," he grinned, "it was a marvelous sight that I'll definitely cherish when I'm alone in bed at night," he winked at you, "it just excited me... Excites me now just thinking about it to be honest," he looked away from you with a small grin, clearly uncomfortable in his own skin.

"Yeah me too," you admitted, "it feels stupid to not be allowed to touch when we're so close to each other in so little clothes."

"We could just say 'to hell with it'?" He smirked.

"No, Rafa," you said sternly as you sat down on the edge of his bed.

He sent you a challenging look, "...or we could - you know - just... talk about it if you want to?"

"Talk about what?" you arched an eyebrow at him. Your decision was non-negotiable.

"Just talk for a while about what we'd like to do if the situation was different," he shot you a wink, "That's innocent."

"No it's not?" you laughed, "Not at all."

"I know," he smiled at you, "I'm just trying to get creative. We have to work with what we got, you know."

"Friends don't talk about what sexual stuff they'd like to do to each other," you shot him a look.

"Hey - can we just cut the bullshit for a few seconds?" Rafa said quietly, his Adam's apple bouncing in his throat as he swallowed hard, "don't call us friends when we clearly aren't,"

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea," you looked at him carefully

"You keep saying that," he sighed, "yet you're still here."

You put your hand on his arm, "I'm having a hard time too, you know. You're not the only one who wants this."

He shot you a sideways glance, "why can't we just say to hell with it then?"

"Because I know myself and this is what I have to do if I want to return to England with a somewhat sane mind."

"Whatever you say," he groaned as he threw himself down on the bed, his legs dangling over the side.

You lay down next to him and you put your hand on his chest, playing with the straps of his hoodie. He pulled you close and caressed your back with his fingertips, "do you want me to go sleep on the couch?"

"You can sleep in here with me," you said softly, "I'm going to miss you the next couple of days."

He kissed the top of your head, "yeah, me too," he said, "the last time you stayed over, my pillow smelled like you for days. It was pure torture. But it came at a price; your hair was everywhere. It was like having a dog again," he laughed.

"A small souvenir," you laughed, "sorry."

"I forgive you. But only because you look so soft in my bathrobe," he brushed his fingers over your back, "do you want me to get you a t-shirt to sleep in?"

"Yes please," you said and let him go to his closet where he pulled out an old tee with the words Raiders written on the front.

"A pirate shirt?" you eyed the logo.

Rafa shot back his head and laughed whole-heartedly, "Damn girl, don't you dare disrespect my favourite football team like that."

"You mean American football team. Your favourite football team better be Chelsea!"

"I'll be partial to Chelsea in soccer if you're partial to the Raiders in football."

"I can pretend I like the pirates," you teased him.

"Oh shut up," he chuckled and walked towards the door, "I'll let you get changed," he said and closed the door behind him.

You disrobed and pulled on his Raiders shirt, glad that it covered you like a dress as you didn't have any dry underwear to wear. A short dress albeit, but still a dress.

"Are you decent?" Rafa asked from the other side of the door.

"Yep," you said and let him in.

"Ah!" he said when he saw you in the Raiders shirt, "my favourite girl sporting my favourite team."

"Don't get any ideas," you grinned as you crawled under the covers.

He stripped down to his boxers and joined you under the covers, pulling you close, "just a bit of friendly cuddling," he whispered against your neck, his hand trailing up and down your sides.

"Okay," you whispered back, enjoying his arms around you.

His fingers brushed from your waist and down your sides all the way below the hem of the t-shirt, fingers coming to a halt on your upper thigh. He lifted his head from his pillow and whispered, "are you not wearing any panties?"

"Uhm no," you said sheepishly, "they were all wet from the pool."

You felt the outline of a bulge emerging against your backside right before he pulled back from you with a groan.

You turned around and faced him, "I didn't mean to torture you on purpose," you snickered.

"I know," he said in a strained voice, "just give me a minute to calm down." He blew out some air and stared determined at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked him after a couple of seconds.

"I'm trying to remember all the players on the Raider's team," he said, "and I definitely try not to think about you on top of me."

A familiar warm feeling spread in your abdomen. Now you were thinking about riding him as well.

"Too much?" he looked over at you when you didn't answer him.

"Ehm," you cleared your throat, "no. No, it's a... nice image," you smiled at him, the heat between your legs growing more and more.

"It got to you too, huh?" he laughed at you.

"Uhm, yeah," you said, "it's probably because we're high."

"That Long Island didn't exactly help either."

"Definitely not. It's too bad we're not allowed to touch..."

"Yeah..." he agreed, "we could... you know... just go to sleep."

"Yeah..." you said. His suggestion from earlier about talking dirty to each other without touching flashed in your mind. It wasn’t as if it would break your code. “Or we could just lie here next to each other and talk for a while..."

"Yeah?" he looked over at you with an excited smile, "what do you want to talk about?"

"Definitely not riding you slowly," you grinned, "or your lips around my nipples."

He gulped, "Yeah, and not your mouth around my cock either. Let's not discuss that."

"Or how you feel when you're inside me," you breathed heavily.

"Oh fuck, no, no we definitely can't talk about that. Or how I'd start off by kissing you all over your body. All the way from the top of your head and down your neck, leaving small teasing kisses down your breasts and all the way down to your ankles. And then back up again to your little hotdog," he said darkly.

"Yeah!" you imagined his warm lips against your skin and felt the goosebumps emerge on your arms, "...and we can't discuss how I'd respond to your teasing lips by pulling your hair while I open my legs for you. Or what you'd do next.”

"Well... in that case, we probably shouldn't discuss how I'd bring out my tongue and taste you while my fingers were slowly working their way in and out of you," he panted. You let out a moan as you arched your back and Rafa continued, "yeah, and you'd moan just like that for me."

"But regardless of how good it felt, I'd still push you away from me and get on my knees in front of you."

"Fuck!" Rafa hissed beside you, fighting hard to keep his hands above the covers.

"I'd take you in my hand and lubricate your glistening head with pre-cum before I slowly move my hand up and down you a couple of times to warm you up."

"I'm already warm, love" Rafa chuckled.

"Good! I'd grab you by the root and I'd lick you all the way from the root to the tip, bringing extra attention to that particularly sensitive spot just below your head," you said slowly, "my soft tongue would be all wet and sloppy as I run it up and down your length while I maintain eye contact with you, showing you that you're in complete control of the situation. And I'd make sure to massage your balls as I continue to pleasure you with my mouth," you breathed heavily, "and you'd look down at me and caress my hair while my mouth was full of you, slowly bucking your hips bringing you further down my throat. And I'd groan around you as you hit the back of my throat, sending vibrations all the way up to your balls."

"Okay, fuck it, I can't take this," Rafa said resolutely and pulled the covers away to reveal the enormous erection tugged away in his boxers. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it slowly in front of you with a few shallow breaths. He shot you a look, "not... against... the rules," he panted as he continued to pump his hand up and down his length.

"Well, if you're doing it, I'm doing it!" you said as you spread your legs, your fingers immediately flying to your core as you looked at Rafa's movements. "What happens next?" you panted.

Rafa took a couple of shallow breaths before he continued, "I pull out of your mouth just before I come down your throat because you know I'm close and you beg me to fill you up instead. So I pick you up from the floor and throw you on the bed and you're looking at me with this hungry look. And I kiss your tits while I slide inside you. And you're so warm and so wet for me," he groaned.

You moved your fingers up and down your slit, fidgeting with your clit with your right hand, while your left hand pushed up the Raider's t-shirt and started massaging your nipple. A small moan escaped your lips as you imagined what Rafa was explaining to you, "and you fill me up completely," you panted, "and you turn me around before you slam into me from behind, smacking my ass and pulling my hair. And you're so good that I grow tight around you, begging for you to let me cum."

"Yes," he groaned.

"- and you pull my arms and fixate them around my back so you have the perfect angle to fuck me while I grow tighter and tighter around you as you slide in and out of me. And I feel this raw heat starting in my stomach and it's spreading fast to the rest of my body as you fuck me faster and harder than you ever have before. And you pull my hair and I moan helplessly for you."

Rafa started moving his hand faster and faster as he was looking at you narrating your own orgasm.

"- and when you finally let me topple over the edge, I scream out your name with my release like this; Rafa," you moaned, "oh Rafa".

"Fffffuck," you heard Rafa hiss beside you right before he came with a loud groan, cum staining his stomach and chest, "fuck!" he continued to pant beside you with his eyes screwed shut, cum still leaking from his tip. His hand was still laced around his throbbing cock, but no longer moving when he desperately opened his eyes and turned his head. "Fuck," he repeated when he looked towards you with your fingers still at work.

"Fuck you're hot!" you panted beside him, looking at him as you drew in sharp breaths, your fingertips slowly entering yourself.

Rafa's eyes flooded with lust once more, "Fuck this," he spat, "come here," he took your hand and pulled you on top of him, your back lying flat against his cum-stained chest. His right hand found your core immediately and he started working his long fingers in and out of you while his left hand was circling your clit.

"Not... part of... the plan," you panted on top of him while his fingers moved in and out of you, his lips kissing your throat and neck.

"Oh, do you want me to stop?" he said and removed both of his hands from your throbbing core.

"No!" you whimpered on top of him, moving around desperate for friction.

"Shut the fuck up then," he whispered darkly against your neck as his hands resumed their positions. He worked like this for a couple of minutes while you writhed and moaned on top of him, your walls tightening around his fingers as he kissed and licked your neck.

"Fucking cum for me," he whispered as he hit your g-spot repeatedly and sent you over the edge crying out his name with pleasure.

His hands moved slower and slower, until he pulled his fingers out of you, his palm travelling all the way up your body, coming to a halt as he cupped your breasts lovingly, "I could get used to this," he whispered, kissing your neck and sending shivers down your spine.

You stayed on top of him for a couple of seconds while he continued to caress your breasts and nipples, kissing your neck occasionally with small sounds of affection.

When you had come down completely from your high, you climbed down from him and positioned yourself under the covers. Rafa pulled on his boxers and snuggled up against you.

"That was not part of the plan," you yawned as he held you tight.

"It won't happen again. Now shut up and go to sleep," Rafa smiled against your neck

[extratragic]

duchess

pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

warning: hints at sex, swearing, Kelce being a protective brother.

word count: 2266

request: Could you do a jj x kelces! Sister 👉🏽👈🏽🤧✌🏽❤️

author: I’m not gonna lie to y’all. I kinda love kelce just bc he’s barely there (yes I am ignoring the fights at this moment) and bc I love Deion

summary: It wasn’t easy becoming friends with the Pogues considering Kelce is your older brother, but you managed to do that and wiggle your way into one boy's heart.

Your brother wasn’t really a bad guy. Sure, he was a douche bag with his friends, but he was always different with you. It was a good thing, too, because everyone knew how bad Rafe and Sarah’s relationship was, but you had a great brother. He cared about you, protected you, took care of you when your parents didn’t bother. 

Kelce had a good heart but he didn’t have good friends.

He did hate Pogues, though. John B and JJ were the two people that could get under his skin with one word. It kind of sucked when all you wanted to do was be friends with them and they hated you because of your brother. 

You got along with Kie and Pope. When Kie and Sarah became enemies, you were stuck in the middle of them. You told them both that you weren’t going to pick sides, so they dealt with that and you hung out with them separately. 

That’s how you officially met the other three boys. 

It was refreshing to be around people that didn’t care about how your hair looked or what outfit you had on. Pope warmed up to you quickly when he saw how you acted around Kie. He thought you were sweet and he was happy to let you hang out with the group. John B was iffy about you. He didn’t trust Kelce or any Kooks, really, so he kept you at arm's length and only spoke to you when Kie was around. 

JJ was an entirely different story. The only Kook he would ever trust was Kiara Carrera, not you. You were associated with the Kook royalty, and that was the worst of them all. You, Kie, and Pope all reminded him that Kie was once best friends with Sarah, but he ignored that fact. Kie wasn’t related to one of them by blood. You were. 

It took months for JJ to warm up to you. You went to different schools, so you met with the four Pogues almost every day after you did your homework. JJ hated it for the first two months, and then he acted like he hated it for the three months after that. He didn’t know what changed after that second month, but he started to enjoy having you around. 

Maybe it was the day that John B let you drive the HMS Pogue and you looked like a kid in a candy store. 

Or it could’ve been the time that you were going over Pope’s scholarship essay and he noticed how you bit the tip of your tongue when you were really concentrating.

It could’ve been the day that you and Kie had a fashion show of the clothes from your most recent shopping spree and how the majority of the things you bought were things Pogues would wear and Kooks wouldn’t be caught dead in. Or the way that your yellow sundress fell perfectly over your figure. 

Either way, JJ didn’t like that he had a crush on a girl that was siblings with a guy that enjoyed beating on him. 

But damn did he want to admit it to you the day that you showed up to a kegger in ripped shorts and a little bikini top. The feelings washed away when he saw Kelce, Rafe, and Topper behind you. 

Kelce wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you found comfort in his hold. You wouldn’t admit it to him, but being around Rafe at a party always made you uncomfortable. He only had one drink so far, but he was starting to get touchy. 

“I’m gonna go find my friends,” you told Kelce. 

“The Pogue ones?” Topper asked in disgust. 

“Yeah, Top. It’s not like it’s any of your business, though,” you snapped. 

Kelce nodded and pushed you away before you started an argument with the blonde. You found JJ and John B at the keg and smiled widely, standing in front of them. 

“Four cups, Pogues,” you told them.

“Wow, the duchess getting drinks for other people?” John B mocked. 

“Wouldn’t you rather I get the drinks for the ass holes than you seeing them?” you asked, cocking one eyebrow. 

John B laughed and nodded, filling the plastic cups.

“I’ll help you,” JJ offered. 

“Not a good idea, J. I’ll be right back, don’t worry,” you said, winking at him. 

He rolled his eyes and you managed to grab all four cups, heading towards the three boys you left behind. You handed three of the cups to Kelce and grabbed his wrist before he walked away. 

“Tell the ass holes that there will not be a fight tonight. There is no reason for a fight, and I will personally beat their asses if they make one,” you told him.

“Yeah, yeah. Tell them to do the same, then,” he grumbled. 

“I will. I love you, Kelce,” you said. 

“Love you too,” he said quietly. 

You grinned and shook your head, walking away from your brother again and towards the only Pogues willing to befriend you. They weren’t at the keg anymore, though. The two boys were now with Kie and Pope by one of the small bonfires. 

“Hello, my favorite people,” you said, putting your elbows on JJ and John B’s shoulders. 

It was actually pretty hard to do considering they’re taller, but you somehow managed. 

“Hello, my favorite Kook,” Pope responded. 

“So, I made Kelce promise to make sure the hotheads don’t start any fights. Sarah should be here to keep Topper on a leash soon. But I promised to tell you two to not start any fights. And before you argue with me, I said start, not finish. But if you do finish a fight, please don’t drown anyone,” you suggested.

Kie scrunched her nose at the mention of Sarah, but she laughed at your last sentence. 

“What are you gonna do if we start one, duchess?” JJ asked. 

You moved your elbows off of the two boys' shoulders and crossed your arms over your chest. You didn’t miss the way JJ’s eyes flickered down to your cleavage. 

“Throw you in my dungeon,” you replied smoothly. 

He raised his eyebrows at you and you smiled slyly, winking at him. 

At some point, your relationship with JJ went from avoidance and rude comments to a lot of sexual attraction on your side. You had been flirting with JJ for at least a month now, and each of the Pogues could feel the tension between you two. JJ was a natural flirt, so the two of you went back and forth until someone else forced themselves into the conversation before the two of you jumped on each other on the boat. 

None of them were gonna jump in tonight. 

“Is it a nice dungeon?” JJ asked.

“I think it’s a pretty great dungeon. You’d enjoy it,” you told him.

“How long do I have to stay?” He continued. 

“As long as you want to,” you grinned. 

He smirked and shook his head, taking a drink from his cup. You held your eye contact with him until a redhead walked up to the group and pressed her chest against JJ’s arm. 

You rolled your eyes and turned towards Kie, seeing her smirking at you. 

“What?” You asked. 

She shrugged and you sighed, chugging the gross beer in your cup. You were gonna need alcohol to get through all of the girls throwing themselves at JJ. It was sad to watch, honestly. You didn’t have a problem with girls wanting to have sex, but some of them just looked so desperate that it hurt to watch. 

There was one party where you and Kie counted twenty girls that asked JJ for sex, and fourteen of those girls were almost begging him. You applauded the girls that were subtle and kept the blonde on his toes. 

“Come on, let’s get another,” Kie said, nodding her head in the direction of the keg. 

You nodded and followed her lead, happily letting her fill your cup up again. 

“So when are you and JJ gonna fuck?” She asked. 

“Kie, what the fuck?” You asked. 

“What? I’m asking a simple question,” she shrugged.

You rolled your eyes and looked at JJ, seeing the redhead gone now. A satisfied smile fell onto your lips and you looked at Kie again. 

“Dunno. He might just get lucky tonight if he answers this question correctly,” you smirked. 

She followed you over to the blonde and stood between Pope and John B as you wrapped your hand around JJ’s bicep. He looked down at you and you smiled sweetly. 

“Getting your dick wet tonight?” You asked bluntly. 

Pope and John B choked on their drinks and Kie laughed loudly. JJ chuckled and shook his head, taking a sip of his beer. 

“Only if you’re the one in bed with me,” he replied smoothly. 

“Excuse me?”

Your eyes closed and you sighed at the sound of your brother's voice. When you opened your eyes and turned around. Kelce was standing behind the two of you, fuming. 

“What the fuck did he just say?” He spat.

“It was a joke, Kelce. Not something to get mad about,” you sighed.

Your brother took a step closer to JJ and you quickly stood between them. 

“Don’t start. He didn’t do anything wrong. I brought it up. I started it. You don’t get to be a dick for no reason,” you snapped. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, y/n? He just said he’s gonna sleep with you!” He exclaimed. 

“Actually, I said I would sleep with her, you know, if she wants,” JJ said, seemingly taunting Kelce.

You were quick to turn your head and glare at him. It’s like he was asking for a fight. 

“John B, will you take him somewhere else, please?” You asked. 

John B nodded and grabbed JJ’s shoulders, making him walk away from you and your brother. Once you were sure that JJ was gone, you turned your head so you were looking at Kelce again. 

“Dude, I’m fine. JJ makes those jokes all the time. He’d never do anything to me without my consent. He’s a good guy with a really bad mouth and temper, like you,” you said, trying to calm Kelce down.

“I don’t like him,” he stated simply.

“I know, but I do. You could grow to like him,” you shrugged.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and looking around at the group of people. You knew that he was trying to calm himself while around you. Whenever he was angry or frustrated, he had to do something with his hands and he wouldn’t look at you if you were part of the reason why he was frustrated. 

“I was coming to tell you that we’re leaving,” he told you after a few more moments. 

“Are you okay with me staying? I haven’t drunk that much and if I do, they’ll take care of me,” you asked. 

“I guess. Just please don’t sleep with JJ,” he groaned.

You laughed lightly and nodded, wrapping your arms around Kelce’s neck. 

“I’ll be sure to try, big brother. Go have fun and don’t worry about me. I’ll be home tomorrow,” you told him.

He hummed and wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you just a bit. 

“Be safe. Call me if you need me,” he said as he let go. 

“Okay, dad,” you teased. 

He started walking backward, pointing his finger at you. 

“Seriously. And put a shirt on,” he told you. 

You mock saluted him and he smiled before turning around and walking over to Rafe, Topper, and Sarah. You waved at Sarah and she blew you a kiss before leaving with the boys. 

John B took JJ to one of the bonfires around the beach and you groaned when you saw a girl draped over JJ. Pope was the first to see you making your way over to them and laughed at your reaction. He said something to JJ and the blonde turned around, smiling at you.

You raised your eyebrows and put your hand on your shoulder, acting like you were picking something up and moving it away from your body to drop it. 

His smile widened and he turned to the Touron, telling her something. She quickly stood up and walked off without an argument and you sighed happily, sitting beside JJ when you reached the group.

“What’d you tell her to make her leave so quickly?” You asked.

“That I have herpes,” he shrugged. 

You laughed lightly and laid your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his hand on the side of your ass, his fingertips tapping the skin below the hem of your shorts.

“So, am I getting my dick wet tonight?” He whispered, grinning against your ear. 

You turned to face him, lips brushing his. 

“If you’re lucky,” you said quietly.

He pressed his lips against yours and you tangled your fingers in his hair, gripping his arm with your free hand. JJ’s other hand grabbed your chin, keeping your lips pressed to his as he deepened the kiss. 

Heat shot through your body and you moaned quietly, making JJ grin smugly. 

“Yeah, okay, you’re lucky,” you grinned. 

He laughed lightly and kissed you softly. 

“I knew you liked me,” he teased. 

“Maybe you’re not so lucky,” you said, pushing him away. 

JJ laughed and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. You happily snuggled into his arms while your friends gagged and made fun of you two. 

[iliumheightnights]

No Matter What | Tony Stark x Son!Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Tony Stark x Son!Reader

Summary: After a horrifying betrayal by someone close to him, (M/N) Stark tries to ignore the world. 

Warnings: Mentions of Outing and Possible Homophobia.

A/N: After the last fic with Tony I wanted to write one where he actually was there for his kid. Don’t worry a part 2 for that is coming; it's just not this one.

As soon as the last bell rang (M/N) picked up his bag and ran out of the classroom. He didn’t stop running until he made it to the car where Happy was waiting for him. He felt tears running down his face again and quickly wiped them away before opening the door and getting in.

“Hey kiddo how was school?” Happy asked in his usually cheery tone to him, oblivious to the state (M/N) was in.

“It was fine. Ready to get home.” He said in an unusually quiet voice. This prompted Happy to turn and look at him. Instead of his normally happy self, (M/N) had puffy red eyes from crying and he looked like he had been through the ringer.

“(M/N) It doesn’t look…”

“It’s fine. Let’s just go home.”

“(M/N)-”

“Happy. Home. please-” He looked over at the man who was pretty much an uncle to him and felt the tears building up. Happy let out a sigh before turning the car on and pulling onto the road.

“If I noticed. So will your dad.”

He looked down at his hands. “I know.”

The ride back to the compound was eerily quiet. Normally the two would converse with (M/N) talking about topics he found exciting or drama he overheard. If that didn’t happen they would usually listen to music. None of that happened today, just the sound of the car engine and a couple quiet sniffles here and there. When Happy put the car into park (M/N) was quick to get his bag and run inside.

He stopped before he passed the common room. He had to go past it to get to his room and he really wasn’t in the mood to talk with anyone. Peeking in he noticed no one was there,luckily. He pushed himself off the walk and continued on to his room before he was stopped. “Hey (M/N) how was school?” Steve. Great. Without even turning around to acknowledge him he said. (It was fine, Little tired tho so I’m gonna take a nap.”

“Okay well-”

“Sorry Steve, I'm really tired.” With that he ran off to his room leaving Steve to wonder what just happened.

…

Tony had just begun the next part of upgrading his suit when Happy came into the lab. “Something’s wrong with (M/N).” With that Tony quickly dropped what he was doing and turned around. “What’s wrong with (M/N)?!” He quickly got out of his seat and started moving towards the hall.

“I don’t know he wouldn’t tell me.”

“Did he look hurt?” The worry in Tony’s voice was breaking through.

“Physically? No. Emotionally? Absolutely.”

Tony was now moving at an alarming speed as he made his way through the compound. He didn’t stop until he was in front of his son’s door. He could hear the sound of soft crying and sniffles on the other side. He hesitated a bit and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“(M/N)? Buddy what’s wrong?” He could hear movement on the other side before it settled.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” Tony’s heart was crushed hearing just how drained his son sounded. He rarely, if ever, heard him so broken. He slowly turned the handle and walked in. The room was dark, all the blinds had been closed and the lights turned off. (M/N) was curled up in a ball on his bed quietly sobbing. Tony had never seen his son so broken like this before, not this badly anyways. He sat beside him and slowly started to rub his back.

“What’s wrong kiddo?” Tony said quietly. “It’s not nothing. It’s obviously something that’s hurting you. I’m here for you.”

“Yo-you’ll hate me.” (M/N) was sobbing out the words and was starting to shake.

“(M/N) nothing will ever make me hate you. I love you so much and I don’t want to see you upset.”

Slowly (M/N) uncurled and sat up. He was still shaking and tears were still streaming down his face. He took in a long breath before speaking. “Dad...I” He shook his head and when he spoke again he looked anywhere but his father. “I-I’m gay.”

Tony only smiled at his son. His boy. And he was so proud. (M/N) however looked like he was about to be hit by a train. Like he was waiting for the guillotine to drop. Tony slowly cupped (M/N)’s face in his hand and brought his eyes to meet his. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m so proud of you for telling me and I’m so glad you trust me enough to know. I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy and I will always love and support you. Okay?”

(M/N)’s eyes were still filled with tears but he gave a genuine smile for the first time that day. He also gave a small chuckle before hugging his dad. “Thank you. I-I should have told you sooner.”

“You didn’t have to tell me at all. This was your’s to tell when you were ready.”

“If only that was true.”

“What do you mean?”

Tony pulled back from the hug and looked at the boy. (M/N) had visibly tensed up again and was starting to shake. He pulled his arms in and hugged himself before looking at the ground. “ I-I’ve been dating a boy at school for the past couple of months. It was going really good and I really liked him. But then he started black mailing me. He wanted me to buy him real expensive things or he wou-” (M/N) started sobbing now. “He would out me to the press. I hadn’t told anyone. And I thought I could trust him. So I did. I bought him the things he asked for, I did anything he asked. But then I told him no,because I realized I couldn’t keep doing it. And then he outed me to the whole school. I’m sure he’s going to the press too.”

Tony felt his heart shatter, while rage built up inside of him. How dare that asshole do this to his son. His son did nothing to deserve this, no one should ever be outed. He quickly pulled (M/N) back into a hug. “I was so...so scared! I didn’t want you to find out and hate me. I didn’t want the others to find out and hate me. I didn’t want to lose you guys.” He continued to sob into his father. Tony did everything he could to try and comfort the boy.

“It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I’m so sorry that happened to you. That dick isn’t worth your time and I’ll make sure he gets what he deserves. For now I just want you to know we love you and you’ll never lose us. We’ll always be here to support you no matter what. I love you so much Kiddo.”

“I love you too dad.”

There was a pause for a bit. “So who’s this kid?”

“Dad. Don’t do anything stupid.” But (M/N) got up and wrote something down on a piece of paper. He handed it back to Tony who saw that the name of the kid and his address had been written down. “Do something smart.”

Tony smirked at his son. “You really are my kid.”

…

The next day (M/N)’s ex had just stepped outside of his house when he was greeted by not only Iron Man but also the rest of the avengers. “So you’re the douche that outed my son? I hope you’re ready to have your life ruined.”

[writeofmind]

date night

Genre: Fluff :)

Pairing: Jisoo x Reader 

Your favorite regular had quite the taste in dates.

A/N: A fluff for the wonderful @kunhangs​! :) I love their writings and I adore them for being so sweet and supportive as always!! This was just a mindless fluff, so I hope you like it <3

-

You huffed for what seemed like the hundredth time in your one night shift alone. You tirelessly wrote down orders and stuck them on pins, going back and forth to bring customers their food and back again to write up the totals.

Working part-time at an exclusive restaurant wasn’t exactly what you had planned to do for work, but as a student, you didn’t have much of a choice. It was one of the more busy night jobs, but they were urgently hiring and you coincidentally were in an urgent need of money.

Tonight was going as it usually did for you— rather leisurely, as the restaurant was a bit on the high side, but still stressful nonetheless. You were either met with complete douches or the nicest people you’ve ever met. Though, you do admit that the tips were worth your fake smiles in the end. 

As you were pinning up yet another order, the host came up to you to point out a new table that was waiting for you. 

“Hey, this guy over here is pestering me and saying that he wants to be served immediately. If you could do it, please, he’s being a real pain.” 

You glanced over at the table they gestured too and let out a groan. You knew that this was going to be a bad night. 

“Yeah, I got it, thank you,” you nodded to the host and went to grab your pen and paper. After straightening out your apron, you made your way over to the table and noticed a woman sitting there that you hadn’t noticed before. She seemed bored, though, resting her chin on the back of her hands and staring at the man talking with a blank expression. The man was chatting for quite a while (you could tell), so you decided to let your presence be known. 

“Hi, my name is y/n, and I’ll be your serv-”

The man, leaning backwards in his chair with a single arm hanging over the backrest raised his hand mid-sentence and held up a single finger without even looking at you. 

“The finest bottle of wine you have.”

From the corner of your eye, the girl looked back from you to her date, seeming a bit worried. You could hardly process what he had just said. Completely blown away by the utter rudeness, you stood in place and stared at him. 

The man turned to you once more with a raise of his eyebrows. “Did you not hear me?”

Your jaw almost fell to your feet, and it seemed like the pretty girl’s did. 

Your eyes did a quick scan of the man. Dressed very nice, but sloppily, in a way, like he was lazy. He was sitting spread eagle, over-exerting his confidence and presenting himself as a douche. 

You noticed the girl furrowing her brows, glaring at her date and seeming like she was going to say something, but you managed a smile and nodded your head before she could. 

“I’ll get that right out for you,” turning your head to the woman, you tilted your head. “Anything else for you, miss?”

Her date, obviously bothered by your presence, rolled his eyes. “I just said-”

“No, thank you,” she beamed the sweetest smile at you, so bright you felt the need to squint. Her eyes glistened even in the dim lighting, and you could feel an apology from her faltering smile. You kept the customer-service smile on your face, though gave the girl a genuine one.

“I’ll be right out with that.” You bowed your head and walked off to the back with your teeth grit against each other, not even noticing the pair of eyes that rested on your back.

The nerves in your throat began to burn with annoyance as you squatted in the restaurant’s cellar. Who did that guy think he was? You narrowed your eyes as you glared at the wine bottles. You couldn’t believe the nerve of him, and how did he manage to get a date with a girl like that? You were so flustered by his attitude that it was hard for you to focus on what you were doing.

After scanning the shelves, you grabbed one of the more expensive bottles of wine and made your way to the table. There, the man was prodding on about something you assume the girl couldn’t care less for, as she sat with a very bored expression on her face.

You slowly stepped closer and closer as if to warn the man of your presence, but he continued to talk. You almost had the mind to clear your throat, until he pushed his wine glass closer to you.

The unbridled anger that was rising from your throat was getting so hard to ignore. You opened your mouth until you felt a small hand rest on yours.

Darting your eyes to the woman, she gave you a look of apology, and a smile. To you, it felt like the room got just a little warmer.

“Here is the wine for you, miss,” you intentionally ignored the man and gently poured the alcohol into her glass. After glancing at the man, you rolled your eyes to yourself and poured noticeably less into his cup. Considering that he wouldn’t spare you the time of day, you weren’t surprised that he didn’t notice and simply sipped at his wine. 

With a (secretive) roll of your eyes, you turned to the girl once again, but she was already looking at you. She still wore a worried expression, looking like she had a lot on her mind. No words were exchanged but you gave her a reassuring smile before nodding your head and turning away to continue working. 

The rest of the night went as smoothly as you expected. You frequently returned to the douchebag’s table, who kept ordering wine and racking up a bill. You raised an eyebrow at him and hoped he had the funds for this date, because you knew it would not be worth it if he made the girl pay. 

Finally, you saw the man stand and leave, walking out with a certain swagger. Your face had an incredulous look, scoffing at his audacity; though, he did at least pay in cash so that you didn’t have to face him again. No tip, though.

You sighed as you stood at the bar counter, back turned away from the restaurant’s crowd as you finalized your other tables’ tabs.

“Ah, excuse me?”

You glanced over your shoulder, seeing someone standing behind you.

“One second, I’m sorry,” you hurriedly wrote down someone’s total and went to brush your apron when you turned around— only to see the pretty girl from earlier.

You stood in place, feeling as if you had suddenly lost all control of your motor skills. “Oh! Hi, how can I help you?”

The girl smiled at you again, and you couldn’t help but get a really good look at her now. She was fairly short and hair was jet black, long and straight. Her eyes seemed to smile along with her, and noticed that her smile formed the shape of a heart— you mentally slapped yourself for blatantly staring.

“I actually wanted to apologize for earlier. It was a blind date, and he was just a complete dick.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. People didn’t usually apologize when they were rude, let alone would somebody apologize for them. You let out a small laugh and shrugged your shoulders, “That’s okay. It happens. I’ve had worse.”

“You have?!” She pulled back and feigned shock, “Then I’m sorry on behalf of them too, because even he seemed over the top.”

The smile that came across your face seemed so big that you couldn’t feel your cheeks. “Thank you. I appreciate that, miss,” you leaned forward onto the counter, “I hope you’re not planning on having a second with him.”

The girl scowled and waved her hand. “No way. He couldn’t even be nice to you, a worker. Plus, he was boring.”

“He seemed it. I wondered how he managed to get a date with you,” You smiled, but quickly stood straight up. You had to remind yourself to stop with the cheesy lines before you end up fired, or even worse, embarrassed and fired. She once again let out a giggle before holding out her hand.

“I’m Jisoo.”

You blinked and imagined how stupid and dumbfounded you must have looked. You took her hand gently, feeling how dainty and soft they were as opposed to yours.

“I’m y/n.”

“Nice to meet you, y/n.”

A hue of red rushed to your ears upon hearing your name. “And you, Jisoo.”

“I’ll be seeing you around, I come here often,” she winked, “don’t work too hard!”

You watched as Jisoo turned and walked out of the restaurant. You couldn’t stop your goofy smile from forming.

-

On nights, more often than not, you would catch Jisoo sitting at a table on yet another date. You wondered just where these people were coming from, as your dating life could be considered... pretty much nonexistent.

You were also very surprised to see that she would come in with both men and women alike. Though, it was more women than men, following the disaster of the blind date, you imagined. 

Despite her always being out with someone else, you enjoyed when Jisoo would drop by. Sometimes, you would have a nice conversation with her and her date, not noticing how she would smile up at you when you spoke. Other times, when the date was over and gone, Jisoo would stay at the table and you would go over to offer anything else to her, which would just end in pleasant conversations.

It became custom that you and Jisoo would hang out for a bit after her outings. You did, however, always wonder about why she came so often and with so many different people. She was quite a beauty, so you figured it was no wonder she was able to snag so many people. But to bring them all to the same restaurant? You would laugh at the thought, because this sweet, innocent looking girl was playing them all like a fiddle.

Yet another night came along with Jisoo and another sucker that fell for her. You heard her laugh from where you stood and turned to see her already looking at you, giving you a small wave of her hand and her date doing the same. You weren’t sure why you blushed so hard, but you did, amazed that you were able to return the wave.

“Good evening,” you approached the table with a soft smile, “how are you ladies tonight?”

“Doing well,” Jisoo smiled at you, “how are you, y/n?”

“Oh, you know,” you gave her a shrug, “same old job, same customers. Have you guys decided on what you would like?”

“We haven’t, actually.” Jisoo turned to look at who you assumed was her date, “actually, I wanted to introduce you to my friend tonight. This is Seulgi.”

You turned to Seulgi, who was already beaming a smile so contagious that you immediately smiled right back. “Hi, Seulgi, it’s nice to meet you! You’ll almost not need me, because I’m sure Jisoo knows the menu better than I do.” 

“Oh, I’m sure we will need you,” you didn’t notice Seulgi’s eyes darting over to Jisoo, “but, what do you recommend?”

“I don’t think you’ll want my opinion. I’ve eaten everything here so much, I think my taste buds have gone numb to it,” the girls laughed at your comment, “I’m sure you feel the same, Jisoo. I wonder what keeps you coming here.”

“I can think of something.” This time, you saw a glint in the corner of Seulgi’s eyes, but before you could ask any questions, Jisoo broke into the conversation.

“Anyway! I think I know what I want,” Jisoo glared at the other but smiled at you. You weren’t quite sure what had just happened, but you ignored it anyway.

Throughout the night, you could see Jisoo and her date glancing at you every now and then. It made you feel a bit nervous, if you were being honest with yourself, but when you would go over and check on them, they were all smiles and jokes.

You thought that maybe Jisoo had finally found a date that she liked. The two of them seemed to have good chemistry, they were laughing and teasing each other all night. The idea of it alone made your nose scrunch, but you shook your head. 

You didn’t even notice Jisoo approaching you as you totaled up your tables’ orders. 

“Hi, y/n.”

You snapped your head up at the sound of her voice, your surprise obviously making the other giggle. You smiled back at her.

“Hey, Jisoo. What’s up?”

“Oh, you know, the usual.” Jisoo rested her folded arms on the counter, leaning over it to see what you were doing. You glanced at her and raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“This date wasn’t so bad, huh?” You gestured behind where they were sitting, but you did notice that Jisoo’s dates would often leave before she did. “Very polite.”

Jisoo let out a laugh that left you with a smile so endearing, it hurt your cheeks.

“Yeah, tonight wasn’t so bad.” Jisoo looked back over her shoulder to see the restaurant’s bustling atmosphere. Waiters and waitresses bobbed and weaved all around each other, plates on their arms and drinks on their trays. She turned back to you and caught you staring.

“Do you do anything other than work, y/n?”

For no apparent reason, a blush made its way to your cheeks.

“Ahhh, I’m a student,” you managed to finally say, nodding as you spoke.

“Mmmm. So you don’t usually have time for anything else, hm?”

You raised your eyebrows, wondering if there was some sort of double entendre in her words. “Um, sometimes,” you shrugged, “I don’t work every day, and my classes are in the mornings. So I usually have the rest of the day for myself.”

Jisoo rested her chin on the back of her hand with a nod. Your blush only continued to grow, spreading to your ears, and Jisoo noticed. She smiled.

“If you can’t tell, this is me asking you out.”

Your head exploded. At least, it felt like it did. If it were a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of your ears. Butterflies filled your stomach. Your face turned a shade of red. What was going on?

“Wh—what?” Your eyes were wide as you watched Jisoo hide her face to laugh, most likely at the dumbstruck look on your face. 

“I didn’t think you were so oblivious, y/n, but you never picked up on my hints.” Jisoo fanned herself, her smile never leaving her face.

“I— you were always on dates!” You exclaimed, “You would always be here with someone new. To be honest, I thought you were some sort of play girl,” you allowed yourself to break out of your statue like state and laugh.

“The only reason I came was to talk to you, y/n.” Jisoo raised an eyebrow. As much as you tried to comprehend what was happening, you were having a really hard time. “Everyone else was a friend. I even introduced them to you as a friend!”

“W-well yeah, but...”

Jisoo raised a single finger. “The first one, though, was definitely a blind date. And I hated it.”

Still, your expression was frozen. It seemed like Jisoo was getting a kick out of it too, with the way she kept giggling.

“Y/n, there’s no way you’re this oblivious, is there?”

Your eyes wide with a stupid look on your face, you nodded your head. “T-there is.”

How cute, Jisoo thought. Her head ticked to the side. “Well? Will you go on a date with me?”

Hearing those formal words gave you a surge of confidence. Yes, Jisoo was asking you out. Yes, Jisoo liked you.

You smiled. “Sure. Just, promise me you’ll take me somewhere else.”

[houseof-harry]

Rule 1: No Kissing

Hey guys! this is little blurb about fwb!gray that I wrote a little ago. Read that here! Hope you enjoy!

By now you knew the drill. You’d text one another after the people you live with were asleep and you were itching for the touch. As much as you wanted to act sly or hard to get, you’d both give in pretty fast and within a half hour you’d be naked together.

You didn’t know that this time would be a little different. The beginning started the same. You saw his text and the butterflies immediately found home in the pit of your stomach. It was always easier to act like it was just sexual, but you knew you were quickly pushing your most important rule with Grayson. But, if you ignored it, you still got to fuck him and that was enough for now.

You’d decided to go casual this time, your loose shorts flowing against the tops of your thighs, the breeze from outside reminding you of your lack of undergarments. You’d decided to go sans bra as well, your nipples hard under your white shirt. The walk to his door felt longer than normal, but you also felt more exposed than usual.

Before you can text him, the door before you opens and Grayson’s grinning face greeting yours. You giggle, your gaze meeting his. “Hey.”

“Hi.” His eyes trail up and down your body as he leans against the doorframe, taking you in.

“Were you looking out for me?” You couldn’t help but poke some fun, his timely appearance at the door making you feel somewhat flustered.

“I’m a man with needs, can you blame me?” His eyes finally meet yours, the smirk on his face making his intentions even more clear. Not that you didn’t know what they were, but it shocked you sometimes how bad he’d want you.

You find it within yourself to giggle and shrug, your cheeks turning pink as you finally let yourself gaze down at his naked torso. It seems Grayson had a similar thought process to you. He was just in some gray sweats, his muscles taut as the lines of his stomach led below the seam, your eyes following to where you’d been wanting to look the whole time. You quickly meet his eyes again to see he’s been watching you the whole time. You felt like you were slowly adding his ego, the smugness radiating off him. “You’re such a douche.”

“You love it.” He reaches to grab your elbow, prompting you to walk into the house. He shuts the door before guiding you to his room by the middle of your back. You don’t know what to say because he’s right. His confidence translated to how he pleasured you and he was damn good at it.

Once you were safely in his room, the door locked, you smiled. He had music playing already, his lights dimmed. “How long were you waiting for me?” You turn to him, your arms crossed.

“You take ten years to drive, decided to set up an ambiance.” He slowly approached you, his hands already reaching for your hips. 

“I live forty minutes away and made it in half an hour, I don’t drive slow. You’re just impatient.” You allow your hands to grab his biceps once he reaches you, his grip pulling you flush against him. Heat radiates off his chest and through your thin shirt and it made you wish you were feeling him directly.

“You’re right. Can’t blame me, though.” His hands trail down your body, wrapping around you so that they lay on your ass cheeks. He gives you a gentle squeeze that elicits a gasp from the back of your throat as you adjust your arms to wrap around his neck. “You’ve got a nice ass.”

You laugh, your head falling back as his hands continue to massage you. “Such a gentleman.”

“You’d hate if I was a gentleman,” he scoffs, his hands only relenting on your flesh to slowly begin to drag your shirt up your torso.

You go to retort, but the feeling of his thumbs brushing your nipples as he continues to raise your shirt up and over your head.

At this point you know there’s no point in responding because his focus was on your chest. You weren’t gonna complain about it.

His mouth finally came down onto your skin, his tongue finding your nipple quickly. You let our a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, one hand sliding into the back of his hair to make sure he couldn’t leave your body.

He only removes his mouth from you once he’s satisfied with the pebbled skin under his tongue, and he moves to your other nipple before your can protest from the cold air hitting your now wet skin. He starts to walk you backwards towards the bed as he listens to your quickening breaths.

Once he gets you situated on the bed he climbs over you, your hips trapped under his. You could feel his dick against your hip and you’re sure if you looked down, you could easily see the outline of it against the cotton of his sweats. The though made your mouth practically water and realized how much you’d missed his touch this week.

He trails kisses down your torso, his tongue poking out every so often just to watch the goosebumps raise on your skin in his wake. He loved how much you reacted to his touch and bet he could probably get off on just your reactions alone.

As he reached the edge of your shorts, he paused. You looked down at him and raised a brow.

“Are you not wearing any fucking underwear?” He looks at you, surprise and humor covering his face.

“Are you gonna make fun of me or are you gonna find out?” You huff, just wanting him to touch you. You’d been busy all week, unable to even touch yourself. Hell, if he didn’t do something soon you’d do that right now.

“Not making fun, just surprised,” he chuckles as he begins to kiss over your shorts, slowly moving down closer to where you wanted him most. “God I fucking smell you, baby. You’re fucking soaked.” He leans in, his nose resting right next to where you need him as he takes a big breath in.

You whine, nudging him with your knee as you squirm uncomfortably. “What? Now you’re gonna be shy? After everything I’ve already seen and done?” The cockiness is practically dripping from his words as he brings his thumb to slowly slide up and down your covered slit slowly.

“You’re so fucking weird. Please just make me feel good,” you practically beg, hating the attention he would give you. It would always remind you just how hard it was to stay friends when he’d act how he was now.

“You know I’m gonna do that, baby.” His voice was gruff as he sat up, his fingers hooking into your shorts to pull them down. You lift your legs to assist him and his eyes widen when he realizes that his guess was true and you had been completely naked under your shorts. He can also see your wetness dripping down your slit, clear evidence you were anticipating this moment just as long as he had. “Fuck,” is all he can muster up, his need to be inside you significantly increasing.

“Gray,” you whine, the cold air completely encompassing you from his lack of touching and his stare holding you hostage in front of him. You didn’t want to move but you also wanted him badly.

Hearing his name fall from your lips brings him back to reality, his arms trapping you in-between them. He’s quick to shimmy his pants down just enough for his cock to appear between you guys, his sweats resting on his thighs.

“You weren't wearing any either?” You raise a brow at him, your fingers brushing against his hips as a smug smirk falls on your lips.

“Waste of time when I’m with you, no?” His words are a bit rushed as he takes his pants off and gets the condom from the night stand, rushing to open it and slide it on himself. Once he’s back on top of you, he pumps himself a few times before sliding his dick up and down your slit.

“Wouldn’t have been so surprised if you hadn’t given me shit for it,” you manage to squeak out, the feeling of him finally on you immediately setting your nerves on fire in anticipation for what he’s about to do.

Before you hear a response, he slides into you slow, making sure to savor the feeling of your walls slowly taking him in inch by inch. Relief slowly begins to spread through your whole body, his dick alleviating the want you’ve been feeling for him ever since he last fucked you.

Once your hips are touching his and he’s fully inside you, you feel his breath across your face. “ Wasn’t giving you shit, thought it was hot.”

“Well you’re shit at flirting, then. I couldn’t tell.” Your voice sounds weak, the conviction gone from it as you do your best to sass him even though you can already feel yourself begin to sweat just from the feeling of clamping around his dick.

Instead of responding with words, he begins to move. His pace is quick from the start, his self-control completely gone after feeling your vice like grip. He feels like he could get lost in fucking you sometimes, like he never wanted to stop. You were irresistible, his kryptonite.

“Fuck, baby.” His breath was hot on your face, his nose no more than an inch away from yours. You could feel his whole body move on top of yours, his stomach brushing against your with every delicious stroke in and out of you.

You did everything in your power to keep your eyes open. Right now his eyes held your captive, the pleasure written in your irises as you looked at one another. You’d never done this before with him, usually too caught up in the moment to be watching his eyes while he fucked you so well. It was almost intoxicating, knowing he felt the same way you did. And all because he was fucking you.

You could feel your slick easily spreading around the both of you, everything feeling hot and sticky. This was your favorite with him, you decided. You’d rather feel this than clean and cold any day.

Grayson pulls you from your thoughts with his hand moving between your bodies and meeting your clit. He rubs it quickly and relentlessly, your pleasure instantly heightened to a new level. A moan comes from the back of your throat,  filling the air along with the music that was still playing in the background.

“Feel good?” he breathes out, his eyebrows pulling together but his eyes never leaving yours.

All you do is nod, biting your lip as you begin to move your hips up to his thrusts and causing his fingers to hit you just right. By this point you’re moaning on every breath, your fingers tingling as they grip the middle of his back.

He lets out what you think he intended to be a laugh but was more of a grunt as he moves to grind his hips more, rubbing against the spot inside you that drives you fucking crazy. Between that and the sound of his dick moving inside of you, your cheeks become more red, the blush running down your neck and to your chest as he builds up your orgasm.

You clench around his dick, your toes curling as he continues to fuck into you, sweat appearing along his hairline and falling down the side of his cheeks. He looked like he could absolutely destroy you, which kind of made you regret making a rule to keep it vanilla.

Before you could dwell on that, however, a whine comes from deep within him, making you smirk. “Close?” Your voice surprised the both of you, the rasp coming from deep within your chest. It was almost verbal confirmation of how good he was making you feel and it drove him fucking insane.

“Are you?” He mumbles, his eyes glossing over as he did his best to hold back his orgasm.

You whine, your nails scratching down his sides slowly in an attempt to ground yourself. Your brain was foggy, completely consumed with everything he was giving you. He was reaching parts of you no one had before, and he made sure you knew he could every time you fucked. Between that and the musky smell of his cologne and sweat, you were surprised you hadn’t passed out or something.

“Answer me,” he demands, his face moving even closer to yours, his breath on your parted lips.

“Oh my god yes,” you mumble, your chest heaving as you started to give in to the pleasure completely.

“Let me kiss you.” His request pulled you from that momentarily, taking you totally off guard. You’d both agreed it probably wasn’t a good idea, it would make it more real than it needed to be. However, you were on the brink of your orgasm and you wanted to cum really bad. And you really wanted to kiss him, but you weren’t going to say it.

Instead of responding, you lean up to close the gap between your mouths. This wasn’t the first time you had kissed, but it might as well have been. His mouth was hot and heavy on you, his tongue finding your mouth straight away as he kisses you like you’re the air he’s been needing his whole life. It’s powerful and erotic, and it pushes you off the edge as you finally cum around his dick. He continues to work you through your orgasm to make it last as long as possible, his mouth never leaving yours.

Once he feels your hands smooth over his back, he moves the hand that was between you guys to mirror the other one by your head so that you’re trapped in between his forearms. He pulls his mouth from yours for a second, like he was checking on you or something. He scans your face, slowly moving his hips to test the waters.

“Make yourself cum,” you mumble, bucking your hips up and squeezing him with your walls. He moans loudly, bringing his mouth back to yours as he works himself up again quickly, his hip stuttering after a few moments. You can feel his hot cum shoot into the condom as his stomach quivers above yours. He stops kissing you, panting into your mouth and his lips still touching yours. You didn’t mind, though. You liked having him that close.

All too soon, though, he’s pulling away from you and climbing off the bed to dispose of the condom. You lay there in a daze, still feeling a bit like you were in a dream or something. Your feet rested against the bed, your knees raised and resting together as you tried to muster up the strength to get up.

Before you could, he crawled back on the bed, grabbing your knees to spread your legs. You whine in protest, a hand going to cover your pussy as he chuckles. “Too sensitive, can’t go again.”

“Not trying to, just wanted one more look.” He grabs your wrist to move your hand, his signature smirk coming back to his lips as he can see you visibly clench from the cold air. He decides he’s tortured you enough, pushing your legs back together as he falls on his side to lay right next to you.

Before you process what’s happening, he's gripping the side of your face to turn your head to him. He leaves one slow, sensual kiss on your lips, his face not going far from yours once he’s done.

You decide that’s not enough, leaning it and kissing him again. He lets you, your hand coming to his wrist to make sure he can’t move his grip on your cheek, your mouths moving together as you lay there in your post orgasm bliss.

When you need to breathe again, you pull away completely, a quiet giggle falling from your now puffy red lips.

“Can't believe I’ve gone that long without doing that, feel like I can’t stop now,” he mumbles, a cheeky smile on his lips.

And he most certainly never did.

[seokstrivia]

Euphoria | jjk

❥ Summary; There was always a sign on Jungkooks’ door that said something along the lines of, ‘Warning; I am naked in here. Do not enter unless you're ready to see a whole lot of dick.’   

or, that one roommate au where Jungkook is a cocky bastard.

❥ Roommate!AU | M.list | word count; 7.6k

❥ Jeon Jungkook x Reader; angst, douche Jungkook, enemies to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, slow burn, smut, he’s actually a softie

» He, him, his «

Jungkook was, how you say, a dick. A dick you despised and wanted unquestionably nothing to do with. And yes, you did always hate him, without reason, but hated from the beginning nonetheless.

It all began when you moved into the accommodation for college, your mom helped you unpack then kissed you goodbye, and everything was fine— for five minutes.

Dickwad, also known as, Dickhead and maybe sometimes, douchebag, sauntered into the flat with music blaring out of his, lovely friends’, speaker.

Lovely friend, aka Park Jimin, is, and always will be, an absolute darling you doted on without fail.

Anyways, when Jungkook stepped into the flat as if he owned the damn place, the first thing he did was throw a wink your way and then proceed to claim his bedroom— the very bedroom you claimed first.

Obviously, it was an absolutely ridiculous point to bicker over, but you’d lost it as soon as he called you babe, followed by a prissy princess, to end his absurd argument.

You were absolutely fuming by this point, and the heavy music resonating throughout the flat gave you the biggest headache you’d ever experienced in all the years you’d been alive.

That was when you wordlessly declared your hatred for him. When you decided you were going to make his life a living hell, and when you decided you were going to store lego in his room— just so he could undergo the pain you had to go through.

It wasn’t even good music.

Ever since then, you’ve never liked Jungkook, never wanted anything to do with him and cursed him in your dreams every night— which didn’t seem to work, you definitely needed to purchase a voodoo doll.

» His Friday night «

A yawn parted your lips as you zoned in and out, you were currently attempting to do your homework, but Jungkook— the devils incarnate— was being as loud and intolerable as usual.

He had been on the phone to one of his friends, talking about a party he absolutely had to go to. But it wasn’t unusual, Jungkook made it his priority to go out partying every Friday night, more so, to end up in someone's bed.

The thought itself had you shaking your head in distaste— like a mother disapproving her sons' grades or overall behaviour.

It had a sigh leaving your lips.

Jungkook stepped out of his room in all black: black jeans, black t-shirt, black leather jacket, and to finish off the look, a black cap.

You would be lying if you said he didn’t look good, but that was something that would never leave your lips. He didn’t deserve to know. You cursed yourself for even thinking it.

“I take it you’ll be stuck inside studying like the nerd you are,” Jungkook snorted.

There was a horrible, eye-wrenching smirk on his awful face. Who did this thing think he was?

“At least I’m not sleeping around and giving people aids.”

He jeered in return, a scowl on his face while he pierced into your soul, and presumably, set it alight.

God, you were infuriating.

Jungkook left that night without another word, he didn’t have time to sit and argue with you— which you were extremely thankful for because you were far too stressed to even think about him.

Another sigh broke your lips as your focus fell back on to your textbook. You were failing one of your classes— a class you needed to pass in order to complete the year, however, you didn’t understand anything your lecture taught you.

And what annoyed you, even more, was that Jeon Jungkook, who didn’t attend any of the classes, was passing with flying colours. If anything, your nightly curses were probably backfiring on to you.

You groaned. Life was not being fair. Not at all.

» His banana milk «

Jungkook was annoyed, more than that, he was angry and about to throw the biggest fit at the age of 21.

Yes, it’d really come to this.

His banana milk was missing, no matter how many times he checked the fridge, it wasn’t there. He bought that with his own money.

You stepped out of your bedroom, a chewed up straw perched in your mouth as you continued to scroll through your phone.

All the studying made you feel a bit peckish.

But you couldn’t exactly reach the fridge, or even step into the kitchen, since Jungkook was blocking the way with his oversized muscles.

He took the straw out of your mouth, thoroughly examining it before glaring into your eyes with his fiery red ones— yes, they were actually red. It’s not an exaggeration.

“Can I help you?” You asked in a monotone.

He grumbled under his breath, tossing the straw aside and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Did you drink all of my banana milk?”

Jungkook was never angry, he was bothersome and got annoyed but never angry. Or you just hadn’t experienced his wrath until now.

“Who gave you permission to touch what’s mine?” He continued, his voice getting deeper.

“Why are you getting so worked up over banana milk?”

“Because!” He shouted making you flinch. “Banana milk is the only thing I look forward to every single day. Don’t touch what’s yours.”

Your eyes were wide in shock, he wasn’t the most intimidating guy— not with his bunny smile, but after seeing his true form of red eyes and devil horns, you decided never to touch his banana milk again.

You even bought you a new pack the next day.

» His mess «

There were empty cans everywhere you looked, empty packets of snacks, dirty dishes, as well as, unwashed laundry, and it all belonged to the one and only Jeon Jungkook.

The amount of mess he made was actually insane, there was no one in this world who was as messy or messier than him. It inflicted you with endless headaches and made you feel sick, how could someone live like this?

A lengthy sigh left your lips, it had been a long day at uni, plus you still weren’t passing your failing class, so all in all, it wasn’t going well. And to make matters worse, the flat was a mess.

Thanks, dickhead. I hope you choke on your banana milk, you grumbled.

If there was another place to stay, somewhere you could move to, or someone else you could live with, you would move out in a heartbeat— without so much as a second thought.

But no, luck wasn’t on your side like that.

“You know when you invited me over, I didn’t think it was to help you tidy up,” sassed Jinyoung.

You rolled your eyes at his comment before throwing a dirty sock in his direction. He was utterly appalled and deeply insulted that you’d done that, but you were too busy laughing at him to care.

Jinyoung was your best friend, you’d known him since the beginning of high school, he’d always been there for you, you knew everything about it him, and he knew everything about you— including your satanic shrine set-up to get rid of Jungkook.

He was about to retaliate and launch Jungkooks boxers at you when the front door swung open. Both of you watched Jungkook throw his bag aside before strolling into his room, he didn’t even notice you were there.

“I mean, my couch is always free.”

You snorted at Jinyoungs effort to make you feel better, “you’re so annoying.”

There was a smug expression on your best friends face, his remark successfully annoyed you and he felt great— even though, he truly meant what he said.

You were always more than welcome to stay with him, and you knew that.

Jinyoung helped you tidy up, leaving the pile of unwashed laundry to decay in front of Jungkooks’ door. He would step over them and ignore they were there, you’d seen him do it before, but there was no way in hell you’d do laundry for him.

Cleaning up empty cans and packets was enough.

“Next time, we should dump all the trash on his bed,” Jinyoung remarked before making himself comfortable on your bed.

A laugh split your lips as you handed him his ice cream, “he would either sleep with it or let it rot on the floor.”

“Have you ever been inside his room?”

“No.”

“Aren’t you curious?”

“Not really...”

Jinyoung hummed in response, now focused on his ice cream instead. He didn’t question you further, because maybe he knew you were just a little, tiny bit, curious to see how it looked.

After minutes of silence and simply appreciating your ice creams, the both of you lay on your bed, doing nothing except staring at the ceiling, saying nothing besides listening to each other’s breathing.

It was peaceful, the nice kind of peace that wasn’t heavy or boring. These kinds of moments with Jinyoung were your favourite, the kind where you could bask in each other’s company without having to say a single word.

You rolled over to face your best friend, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling fan, following the way it twirled endlessly. He was a handsome boy, he was a sassy boy, and he was also a very kind boy, but he was single.

And you sometimes spent hours thinking about why.

“Jinyoung, will you ever get into a relationship?” You asked with sheer curiosity.

His eyebrows furrowed together and the expression of distaste won over his content features, it was quite amusing to watch if you were honest.

He always made the funniest faces without meaning to be funny.

“Does it look like I want to waste my precious time trying to please another human when the only one I need to please is myself?”

Jinyoung could’ve ranted for hours, he could have gone on and on and on about how he doesn’t need anyone. Which is why you changed the subject and spoke about how heavy Yugyeom snored throughout the last lecture.

It had the two of you laughing aloud, bringing tears to the eyes as you both proceeded to simultaneously list the funniest things that have happened.

Being with Jinyoung was better than a lot of things.

“Oh my gosh, did I tell you when Jungkook got angry at me for drinking all his banana milk?” You wheezed.

Jinyoung snorted and burst out laughing, shocked at your roommates' behaviour over milk— and it being banana flavoured.

“Why don’t you threaten to drink all his milk if he doesn’t clean up after himself?”

You quirked an eyebrow at his suggestion, that didn’t seem like a bad idea at all, you thought to yourself. After spending hours on end with Jinyoung, you finally said goodbye to him after telling him to text you when he got home.

Jungkook stepped out of his room when he heard the last goodbye, faltering over the pile of dirty clothes in front of his door, he complained to himself while continuing towards the fridge.

Banana milk!

Silently, with an evil grin on your lips, you trailed behind him, “Jungkook,” you called making him flinch over how close and loud you were. “You gotta start cleaning up after yourself. You’re disgusting.”

He sneered, piercing the carton with his straw, “and if I don’t?”

“If you don’t, I’ll drink all your banana milk.”

There was genuine panic in Jungkooks eyes that night.

» His hoodies «

A yawn broke your lips, eyes drooping at the sound of your lecturers' boring voice. She seemed to go on and on and on about who knows what?

This was the class you were failing, there was no time for you to be falling asleep, but you couldn’t help it, she was so dull and it was hard to concentrate.

Jinyoung who was seated next to you was too busy throwing paper balls at a fast asleep Yugyeom, he didn’t care about this class either, but he was failing like you.

You huffed to yourself, resting your chin on your hand which was hidden under your sleeve. Well, it wasn’t your sleeve per se, it wasn’t your hoodie to begin with.

It was Jungkooks’. His loss though, right?

Okay, so maybe, just maybe, you stole it, but he hadn’t noticed yet, it’d been three days and he hadn’t even asked if you’d seen it anywhere.

Therefore, no harm is done.

“I gotta ask again,” Jinyoung whispered while rolling another paper ball. “Why did you steal his hoodie if you want absolutely nothing to do with him?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you retaliated in a loud enough whisper.

Jinyoung snorted, throwing another ball at his friend.

What you didn’t notice, and your best friend did, was the way Jungkook had been staring at you, attempting to figure out where he’d seen the hoodie you were wearing.

Good thing he wasn’t that smart, Jinyoung shook his head before focusing on packing his things and leaving the lecture hall with you in tow.

➴➶➴➶

You were humming a tune to yourself in the kitchen while preparing a sandwich, something light to munch on while you studied— or at least tried to.

Jungkook came behind you, glancing over your shoulder to see what you were doing before ‘accidentally’ knocking your elbow.

“Oh! Sorry,” he exaggerated when he heard you gasp. “I didn’t see you there.”

A scowl crossed your features when the words left his lips, he was so, so, so, irritating. You hated him, you hated him, you really really hated him.

“You did that on purpose,” it was a swift argument back. “You’re such a dick.”

Jungkook snorted, standing tall with his eyes piercing down into yours, “always bringing my dick into any situation you can, aren’t you?” He tsk’d. “I’m not the one going around steal other people’s belongings.”

“What—“

“First my banana milk and now my clothes. What next, hm? I bet you would’ve stolen my virginity too if I was still a virgin.”

God, he was so infuriating.

“As if I would ever have sex with you.”

Jungkook leant in, bringing his face level to yours, his lips merely inches away, eyes staring darkly into yours and his warm breath melting into your skin.

He was so close. Too close.

“Liars go to hell, princess.”

You gulped. There was a definite glint you’d never seen in his eyes before— in anyone’s eyes. It wasn’t scary but it made you feel something you’d not felt in a long time.

Arousal.

“I’ll let you keep this hoodie since it looks good on you,” he spoke up again, but his voice was still low and very deep. “However, if I notice you take something else, I won’t let you off so easily.”

He left you with an unfamiliar and wet warmth that night.

» His revenge «

A loud groan parted your lips, the thought of studying for another hour was hurting your head. Three hours had to be enough, for now, right?

You turned to glance at your alarm clock which sat on your bedside table, next to your phone that had been buzzing constantly for the past half an hour. Jinyoung.

It was 8:33pm. A good time as any for a snack.

After stretching your very rigid muscles, you bounced off your chair and happily made way to the kitchen. Jungkook was in his room, probably wanking off or something, so he couldn’t bother you right now.

Not even the horrible weather could put you in a bad mood.

However, however, however, you couldn’t find your snacks anywhere. They were normally kept in a box on the bottom shelf in an empty cupboard, but that box, which was on the bottom shelf, was empty.

There was nothing inside it, and there definitely should’ve been because you bought so many new snacks the night before.

Honestly, you could’ve cried. Feeling irritation, anger, as well as, sadness, you stormed towards Jungkooks room and pounded on the door, ignoring the warning sign taped on the wood.

“Jungkook!” You whined. “I never touched your banana milk again, why did you steal all my snacks?! How could you?”

There was a genuine sad pout on your face when he swung the door open, he would’ve felt bad if it were someone else, but it was you, and you hated him, so why should he feel any sympathy towards you?

“You can always buy more tomorrow,” he told you.

“I can’t afford to,” you fought, not with anger, but sadness. “Those snacks were supposed to last me two weeks, you ate them all in one night.”

Jungkook shrugged.

“It’s just a bit selfish, isn’t it?”

You’d mumbled it quietly, not really wanting him to hear, but he’d heard and he tried so hard not to feel guilty.

After stammering an apology for bothering him, you gradually progressed towards your room, leaving Jungkook to think about what he’d done.

» His punishment «

You were extremely annoying, continually having something to say back to him, always bickering with him, and calling him names, but never, not once, did you ignore him.

Over the months of living together, he figured out you hated him, but you didn’t pretend he didn’t exist, you didn’t ignore his presence, no. You bothered him and cursed him out and made sure his life was living hell.

Of course, Jungkook was extremely annoyed at you for being so irritating, but he enjoyed the bickering. Albeit he’d never tell you.

He groaned at another failed attempt at getting your attention. You were sitting on the floor trying to do your homework, head resting on the coffee table, doing your utmost best to ignore the monster behind you.

Jungkook genuinely wanted you to bicker back with him, although he didn’t really know why he wanted your attention, he just knew he wanted something.

“Y/n,” he whined, foot nudging your thigh closest to him. “Please argue back with me.”

Ignoring him was harder than you thought, you were so used to instantaneously throwing an insult back that you had to mentally tape your mouth shut.

Jungkook gave up that night, it was no use. He was basically talking to a brick wall. Leaving you study by yourself, he left with an exhalation.

You watched him with a triumphant smile, but you felt as though you missed out on something.

» His turn «

It was raining, but you couldn’t hear the pitter patter like you normally could. There was a movie playing on your computer, but you couldn’t hear the dialogue like you should’ve been able to.

All because of Jeon Jungkook and his stupid loud, extremely bad music.

A groan withdrew from your lips (which you couldn’t even hear) as you let yourself drop back into your pillows. If you weren’t still ignoring him or at least trying to, you would’ve body-slammed him out of the window.

You must’ve done something awful in your past life if you were being forced to live like this now, you uttered to yourself as you stormed towards his room.

Jungkook was overdue a long list of insults.

There was no point in banging on his door since he wouldn’t be able to hear you, you couldn’t even hear yourself breathe. So, for the first time since living with him, you barged in.

Wrong move...

He was in nothing but his boxers, sure he wasn’t naked, but he wasn’t exactly fully clothed either.

The sight in front of you, however, wasn’t a disturbing one. The way his back was propped on his headboard, the way his eyes focused on his comic book, the way his head bopped to the song, it was all notably attractive... for some reason.

Jungkook glanced up and saw you staring at him in shock, a smirk would’ve propelled its way to his lips, but he was annoyed that you’d been ignoring him, more so, that you barged into his room without knocking— he would never do that to you.

Turning down the volume, he sat up, “can I help you?”

You swallowed at the hoarse sound of his voice, what was going on with you right now? Why was he suddenly so attractive? Wait, was he always this good-looking?

“Your music is too loud,” you mumbled.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and paused the song before getting off his bed, and advancing towards you with a glare on his face.

He stared down at you, arms crossed, “it’s off, you happy now?”

You nodded your head, eyes gazing intensely into his. If he wasn’t so bothersome, if he didn’t aggravate you and if you didn’t despise him. You were 100% certain you would’ve fallen in love with him.

Jungkook snorted at the expression on your face, his features softening as he tousled your hair before gently closing the door.

There was a funny feeling in your chest when you went to sleep that night, followed by a funny feeling in your chest when you woke the next morning.

There was a basket of snacks perched neatly in front of your door, a note hidden beneath a box of chocolates, Jungkook was seriously out for your heart.

» 2 drunks, 1 mistake «

It wasn’t unlike you to give up studying, but it was unlike you to say yes to a party Jinyoung wanted to go to with you. He was surprised you’d given in so easily, but, over the moon, he didn’t need to beg you.

“Are you planning on getting wasted?” Jinyoung snorted as he observed you tan another drink.

He raised an eyebrow, watching you shake your head in distaste to the strong taste. Alcohol wasn’t your favourite, but it did its bit to encourage you to have fun.

You gradually began to let yourself go as the drink within you gave you a step of confidence. Jinyoung watched you dance in amusement, plastic red cup in one hand while his other held his phone, recording you at that moment.

A smile presented a way to your lips when you twisted around and spotted his phone. The flash gave away the fact he was recording, maybe on snapchat to post on his story, maybe something to laugh about the next day; whatever it was, you didn’t care.

“Jinyoung, dance with me,” you urged, motioning for him to join you with your hand.

He shook his head, not because he didn’t want to dance, but because he wasn’t drunk enough to deal with you right now. However, he was enjoying the sight of you completely losing yourself and finally, after a long time, giving in to have fun.

Jungkook was on the other side of the room, drunk himself, seeing you have fun without him. It didn’t take long for him to muster up the courage to approach you, not when the alcohol was giving him a helping hand.

“Y/n,” he cheered, gaining your attention. “Let’s dance!”

Without so much as a second thought, you began dancing with him. Eyes wavy and mind hazy, the night went on with Jungkook by your side.

It wasn’t until your back hit the cold wall, you felt Jungkooks’ warm hands wander your body. His lips were on your neck, wet and slick, your hands were pulling his hair, urging him to go faster, to hurry up and stop teasing you.

“Jungkook,” you moaned earning a growl in return.

He stopped his ministrations on your neck, and led you towards his room, pushing you to lay on the bed while he stripped out of his t-shirt, threw his jeans aside and then crawled towards you.

Jungkook kissed you slowly but intoxicatingly, his hand moved down your form and glid under your dress, exploring and touching everywhere except where you needed him to touch you.

“Jungkook,” you muttered against his lips. “Please stop teasing me.”

His eyes were dark and glazed as he stared into yours with so much lust, want and need. An exhalation escaped your lips when he connected his lips back to your neck, hand slipping into your pants, taunting your clit.

You heaved at the ministration, writhing beneath him, silently asking for more. For anything, for something. He removed his hand, pulling your dress up along with his hand that progressed towards the back, reaching for the zip.

“Take it off,” he whispered in your ear in a low growl. “Let me see you.”

Your breathing got heavier as you watched him sit up, allowing you to move and take off your uncomfortable dress. Just like that, in slow and precise movements, the dress slipped off and hit the floor.

The alcohol from earlier was still evidently in your system, otherwise, you would have never crawled towards Jungkook and drawn him for an intoxicating and needy kiss.

Jungkook pushed you to lie down again,  so he was on top, so he could assert dominance and let you know that he was in charge and always will be.

It didn’t bother you, not when he knew what he was doing; when he was so confident in the way his hand wandered down your body, towards your heat.

Another moan parted your lips, music to Jungkooks ear. He decided there and then, after hearing you call out his name breathlessly into the night, that it would be his favourite sound.

“I bet you thought you about me every night,” he muttered in a deep, drunken, voice.

You could only nod your head, afraid that your words would get stuck in your throat due to the pleasure he was causing you.

There was no uncertainty in Jungkooks’ movements when he slipped a finger and then another into your heat, he revelled in your moans and whines, urging you to get louder the faster he pumped his digits in and out.

His free hand played with your breast, his lips nipping the skin, forcing you to squirm under his ministrations, it felt so good— amazing even, but you wanted more, needed more.

“Jungkook,” you gasped out, pulling at his hair to gain his attention. “Please, just fuck me already.”

There was a smirk on his face, a glint in his eyes as if he’d been anticipating for you to say those words. As much as he loved teasing you to no extent, he needed to feel you, to be inside you just the way he dreamt about.

He didn’t hesitate to pull off his boxers, to yank your pants down your legs, to line himself off and without a single warning, push himself deep inside.

Jungkook left you feeling breathless that night, he had you coming undone more than once and he left you feeling fully satisfied as he came deep inside.

No other words were exchanged when he drew you into his chest and lulled you to sleep with beating heart and warm body.

» The aftermath «

The next morning you woke up sweating, you had a sore head and felt sick to your stomach, forcing yourself out of bed and rushing to the closest bathroom. You heaved but nothing came out as your head hung in the toilet and your naked form sat on the cold tiled floor.

The night before was all a haze, and trying to remember what happened while sitting next to the toilet wasn’t a good idea. However, it all hit you when you stepped out of the bathroom; into the room that wasn’t yours.

You felt yourself break into a cold sweat, your eyes scanning the room before settling on a familiar face— another body just as naked as yours.

The sick feeling hurried back, but it wasn’t because of the alcohol, no, this time it was regret and the fear of allowing yourself to become another girl on Jungkooks list.

What had you done?

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Jungkook went on as if everything was normal; as if nothing had happened. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do so, not when you were sinking in newly developed feelings for the male who didn’t believe in commitment.

An agitated sigh parted your lips, you couldn’t sleep, not when the drunken night with Jungkook played on loop whenever you closed your eyes. Fortunately, Jinyoung was nice enough to let you stay the night at his, but you couldn’t stay here forever.

“Are you ever going to speak to him about this?” Jinyoung inquired, examining the dark circles under your eyes from no sleep.

There was a frown on your face when you turned to look at your best friend, “how can I?” You disputed. “He’s acting as if nothing happened, Jinyoung. You don’t understand, Jungkook doesn’t do relationships.”

“Ignore him then.”

A scoff left your lips, that was easier said than done you thought.

“I can’t,” you told him, eyes cast aside.

“Then confess.”

This time you met his intense and challenging gaze, “just because I know that Jungkook likes to drink banana milk after uni, or that he likes to eat cereal at 3am after gaming because he feels peckish, doesn’t mean I like him,” you were out of breath, heart racing as you spoke.

Jinyoung snickered in return. You gulped.

» The regret «

It was pouring while you waited for your roommate to get home. After speaking to Jinyoung, you decided he was right and you couldn’t keep pretending that you were okay.

The front door slammed shut, interrupting you from your thoughts. Jungkook kicked off his shoes and threw his soaked jacket aside. His hair was wet, and there was a frown on his face, but he looked as cute as ever.

He didn’t notice you were back home, not until you stood up and muttered his name. His eyes widened at the sight before him, you’d left without a single word and came back three days later as if it was a reasonable thing to do.

“Where have you been?” He demanded.

Jungkook was angry.

“I stayed over at Jinyoungs.”

He shook his head in disapproval before running a hand through his dripping hair. The feeling still lingered in your own hand from that night as you watched his movements.

“And you didn’t bother to tell me because?”

You licked your lips, eyes meeting his dark ones, “I’ve never had to tell you before,” you fought. “Why does it matter now?”

“You’ve never been gone for three days.”

His tone was getting louder, angrier and more irritated. But you were becoming angry too; who did he think was? Especially acting as if nothing had happened between you two.

“You’re not my boyfriend, Jungkook. I don’t need to tell you anything, it’s not like I expect you to tell me when you’ll be home after a night out,” you said, eyes gazing intensely into his. “Now let me ask you something, is it fun to act like everything between us is normal? You know very well why I disappeared for days.”

Jungkook scoffed, arms crossed over his broad chest as if asserting dominance, “we had sex, so what? Everyone has drunk sex now and then.”

“I’m not everyone, you asshole!” You shouted. “I don’t go around having sex with every girl and guy I see. You’re the second person I’ve ever had sex with, I know it’s not a big deal to you but, it means a whole lot to me.”

Jungkook licked his lips.

“You wanted to have sex with me just as much as I did with you. Don’t blame all this on me.”

“I’m not! Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you!”

It came out before you could think twice about saying it, the words slipped out in anger, you really didn’t mean to say it. But now that it was out in the open, there was no point in taking it back, so you waited; waited for Jungkook to speak.

Instead, however, he uncrossed his arms and cast his eyes aside. Your heart dropped into your stomach and you felt sick, dizzy almost as you watched him hesitate.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t do relationships.”

» The awkwardness «

Jinyoung was trying his best to be there for you, you were struggling to pass the one class you hated and Jungkook was, well, avoiding you at all cost.

A yawn escaped your lips, it was becoming harder to keep your eyes open as minutes slowly turned into hours. If you decided to call it a night and go to sleep, you would never pass your exam.

At that moment, you really wanted to scream and cry. Shout at the world for not being on your side since the beginning of the school year, why was it so hard on you? What did you do wrong?

An exhausted cry left your lips while you slumped back in your seat. The words in the textbook stopped making sense hours ago, Jinyoung was no longer awake to help you and you had no one else to turn to.

Feeling extremely agitated, you closed the book and hurled it away from you, almost hitting Jungkook while doing so. He stared at the textbook by his feet and chuckled to himself before glancing at a very distraught you.

“Are you struggling that much?”

His voice was soft and somewhat comforting, but it was awkward and you couldn’t bring yourself to glance at him, so you hesitantly nodded your head instead.

There was a kind smile on his lips that you missed when he sat down next to you. Not too close because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but close enough to help you.

“What do you need help with?” He urged placing the textbook back on the table.

You sighed in defeat, “everything.”

Without hesitation, Jungkook started from the beginning and helped simplify the text. He made it easier to understand, besides the awkward silences that took place in between, you began to understand what you once didn’t.

And thanks to Jungkook, you were confident when it was time to sit the exam. Safe to say, you finally passed the class you hated as much as you once hated your roommate.

Although it was still very awkward between you, Jungkook stopped avoiding you. He didn’t say much— not like he used to, but you didn’t make an effort either since you still had a lot on your mind.

Still, things were getting better.

» The silent reconciliation «

You were lying on the floor with the balcony door wide open, the cool air from outside wasn’t enough to stop you from over-heating as the sun beamed through the window.

The weather got nicer as the days passed by, summer vacation was just around the corner and you knew you would have nothing to do. So, you decided to mope around earlier rather than later, Jinyoung wasn’t too impressed when you told him.

“You’re not a cat,” he told you.

“You can’t do that all summer,” he said.

A shake in disagreement had him rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

There were crumbs littered around you with empty packets of crisps and cans. A smile adorned your face as you watched the male lead finally kiss the female.

Jungkook entered the flat to you on the floor, surrounded by a mess and a grin on your face. The drama you were watching wasn’t even that good, he grimaced hearing one of the many cheesy lines.

He proceeded towards the fridge to get his banana milk before settling into the couch; to join you. To enjoy your company for once instead of locking himself in his room.

“How can you watch that without cringing?”

Jungkooks’ question made you laugh, you sat up to look at him and shrugged your shoulders. There was something about the way you smiled at him to the way you crawled towards him to sit on the couch.

Jungkook gulped.

He didn’t even notice you were wearing nothing but an oversized shirt— an old one that once belonged to him.

“It’s not too bad, you get used to it actually.”

Jungkook glimpsed at you from the side of his eye before focusing back on the tv. Your confession was still fresh in his mind, playing like a broken record over and over again.

You never mentioned it again, mainly because he avoided you for like a week and you found it too awkward to talk to him. But things seemed to be okay now, he thought.

“What do you like to watch anyway?” You asked, shifting to look at him.

Jungkook was surprised by your question, but thinking about it, neither of you knew anything about the other.

“Iron man,” he told you.

A laugh parted your lips at his response, the way he said it with such an innocent face made him look like a child. It was cute.

Silence took place once your focus was back on the tv, there was nothing much to say or talk about. You’d never spent time like this together, although it was nice, it wasn’t normal.

You licked your lips, mind full of thoughts and such as you got off the couch. Perhaps, you still felt a little bit uncomfortable around him, not because he was sitting next to you, but because your confession was gnawing at your mind like a parasite.

“Where are you going?” Came his question.

It took a lot in you to turn around and stare at him, to make eye contact and to fake a smile. Fortunately, it didn’t take him long to catch on, to think about what he asked and awkwardly avoid eye contact.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook,” was your response. “It’s still a little bit difficult to be around you. I just need some time for things to go back to normal.”

What if I don’t want that, he thought to himself. What if he didn’t want things to go back to normal, what would you say then?

“But,” you added with a genuine smile this time. “I think I like this better— being friends instead of constantly bickering.”

Jungkooks’ smile in return was just as genuine.

» A new friend «

“UNO!”

Grumbling in irritation of possibly losing another round, you picked up 4 cards and then internally cried when you watched Jungkook throw down his last card.

There was a frown on your face when you threw your nine cards in his direction. When Jungkook suggested playing Uno you didn’t think you would lose every single game.

“I don’t want to play anymore,” you pouted.

That night Jungkook learnt you disliked losing.

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One hit. Two. Three more.

Six.

“Y/n, stop throwing popcorn at me and watch the damn movie,” he laughed when you hit him again.

There was a mischievous grin on your face, he wasn’t paying attention as his eyes were back on the tv. You took this as an opportunity to take a handful of popcorn and propel it at him, Jungkook shouted your name before chasing after you.

That night Jungkook learnt you got bored easily.

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You were in Jungkooks’ room, he had his last class today so he wasn’t home. Not yet, anyway. So, you took that as your chance to invade his closet for another hoodie, another black one.

When he got home you were still going through each hoodie, narrowing it down to three and then two and then choosing the one you liked best. Although all of them looked the same, there was a different comfort to each of them.

Jungkook had banana milk in his hand, straw in his mouth as he observed you from his doorway. There was a wide grin on his face while he watched you try the last one on.

“Are you seriously stealing my clothes again?”

You pursed your lips, preferring the last one you tried on better than any of the others and then smiled in triumph.

“At least it’s not your banana milk,” you teased before sliding off to your room.

That night Jungkook learnt you liked his hoodies better than your own.

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You lay your head on Jungkooks’ shoulder, a yawn broke your lips as you attempted to stay awake. It had been a long day, and you were exhausted.

Especially since Jungkooks’ loud friend had woken you up so early, Namjoon was his name you think, or was it Taehyung? You couldn’t quite remember.

It didn’t matter though, you would be in your bed soon, you just needed to wait for Jungkook; he wanted to say bye to his friends before leaving the party youse were currently at.

However, they were nowhere to be seen.

“Jungkook,” you muttered earning his attention. “I’ll head home, you can stay a little longer and hang out with your friends.”

His eyebrows furrowed in thought, “are you sure?”

“Of course!”

There was a smile on your face, a genuine one at that, but you did feel a little sad that you two weren’t walking back home together. No matter, you’d see him the next morning considering you lived together. Duh.

Jungkook watched you stand up and stretch your arms, he missed your warmth already. He let you gather your things, sliding on your jacket before reaching for your bag.

Luckily, it wasn’t a big party and just a friendly get together to celebrate the end of the school year. Well, one of many yet to come.

“I’ll give Jinyoung a call and talk to him on my walk home, that way it’ll feel like a faster walk,” you said before heading towards the door.

Jungkook hesitated for a second, glancing around in quick movements his friends really were nowhere to be seen at that moment, so he thought what the heck, and rushed after you.

You were surprised to see him, considering he was eager to say bye to his friends since they were going back home for summer break and he wasn’t.

“I promised you we would walk home together,” he explained before you could question him. “Let’s go.”

That night you learnt that either Jungkook kept his promises, or you meant a whole lot more to him than you thought.

» Euphoria «

There was a soft smile on your face, mind zoning in and out as your eyes slipped closed every few seconds before you opened them once again.

It was a nice evening, Jungkook thought as he admired you from his place on the love-seat. You were on the floor, leaning against the balcony railing, appreciating the view, savouring the nice weather and listening to the bustling city.

The idea of spending the rest of the evening on the balcony was your idea, Jungkook merely agreed because he had nothing better to do, except drink banana milk, and right now, spending time with you deemed sweeter.

There was a smile on lips as he appreciated your features from his seat. The setting sun, golden with soft hues of oranges, hit off your face perfectly making it seem as if you were glowing.

Jungkook felt his heart beating loudly in his chest, drumming in ears and spinning in his mind while he thought about you and your confession.

Was it too late to bring it up? Maybe, maybe not.

You turned around to face Jungkook, smiled wide and genuine before moving to stand in between his legs. He thought you were beautiful when you smiled without a reason; when you smiled at him and for him.

He thought you were most beautiful when you were yourself, not caring a single bit about what others thought of you.

“Jungkook, if you could have anything in the world, what would it be?”

It was an innocent question because you were genuinely curious to learn more about him, and get to know him better than you already did.

Jungkook stood up, eyes gazing down into yours.

“If I could have anything in the world, I would choose you.”

A gasp left your lips, you weren’t expecting that to be the answer. You thought he would speak about a dream job or a lifetime supply of banana milk. Not you.

He gently cupped your cheek with one hand while circling the other around your waist to draw you closer. You didn’t push him away, you didn’t stop him, no. Instead, you let him do as he pleased because, for the first time, you felt the racing of his heart.

“I don’t know if you still feel the same way about me, but I’m in love with you, y/n,” he confessed. “I know I told you that I don’t do relationships, but I’m willing to try and succeed with you, and... And I know I didn’t go by things the right way, and I’m really sorry, buh—but I’ll be better. I’ll do better... for you. Always.”

Without hesitation, without a single thought of reconsideration, you kissed him. You kissed him with tenderness and passion, you kissed him slowly and softly.

And he kissed back with just as much.

There was a soft smile on his lips when you parted, and for the first time, you saw genuine love and care in his eyes.

That was when you felt intense happiness.

“Of course, I love you, Jungkook,” you spoke softly but surely. “You’re my euphoria.”

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« thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated. »

[flamencodiva]

Who Do You Think You Are? 4 - Motel Room

Description: Y/N Y/L/N and Dean Winchester seem to bump into each other quite frequently. What happens when these two hunters rub each other the wrong way?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Bingo Square: Motel Room 

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Child Neglect, Mentions of Drug Abuse.

A/N: For SPN Dean Bingo Round One

Divider by @talesmaniac89​

Y/N groaned as she was pushed up against the wall. The vampire she was facing was snarling at her as she tried to push it away. Using all of her strength and with just a hint of adrenaline, Y/N gave a yell and was able to push the monster off her. She was about to chop off its head when a familiar sound of slicing filled her ears and the head rolled seamlessly. As the body dropped Dean Winchester stood with a cocky grin on his face.   

“Well don't you look like a damsel in distress, Princess,” He walked up to her and winked. 

“Please,” she rolled her eyes and gave him a playful shove, “I had him right where I wanted him.” 

“Oh yeah?” Dean chuckled, “I take it that he would be leaving a very nice bloody hickey on your neck.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she brushed him off. “How did you hear about this?” 

“Garth,” Dean shook his head as they stalked around the warehouse looking for more vamps. 

Sam met up with them as they continued to behead vamp after vamp. After about an hour of hunting, it was deemed that the warehouse was cleaned out. Y/N made her way to her Pontiac, wiping her machete and putting it away. She could feel Dean’s eyes on her. She turned around and smiled. 

“Celebratory drinks at the nearby dive bar?” Y/N turned around. 

“Sounds good,” Dean agreed. 

For the past few months, Y/N had kept her distance from Dean. she could feel the effect he had on her. She was catching feelings. She didn’t like feelings. The relationship between her mother and Nikki proved that love was nothing but a myth.

Dean watched as Y/N knocked back shot after shot of Jack Daniels. He could see the pain in her eyes. There was something going on. 

"You, okay?" He leaned over the bar top as he knocked back his own shot. 

“Peachy,” she rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck. “My stupid sperm donor won’t stop calling.” 

“Your dad?” Dean asked. 

“Sperm Donor,” Y/N amended. “He will never be my Dad. No matter how many times he says he’s sorry or he tries to buy his way into my life.” 

“What if he’s really sorry?” Dean hated seeing her in pain. He could tell that she really wanted a relationship with her father, even if she was being stubborn about it. 

“Too little, too late,” she huffed. “My mother is dead. And all she ever talked about was him and how good he was before the drugs. But I never believed her. He could have stayed clean for her, could have tried to be better. But he found a new pussy to fuck with new kids and I was just a bastard burden to him.” 

Dean stayed silent letting her vent. He had half a mind to find out who her dad was and just knock his teeth in. It didn’t take long for Y/N to develop a good buzz. She joked with Dean and changed the subject to hunting. They were retelling their favorite hunts, one of which landed Y/N in a hospital where her uncles all visited. 

“I have a very nice jagged scar on my side from that one.” She laughed. 

“Might have to see that one later,” Dean whispered in her ear. 

"Not tonight cowboy," she shrugged him off. "We've been getting a little too close to my liking.” 

“I--” Dean opened and closed his mouth as he watched her walk away towards the pool tables. 

Dean frowned as he watched her from the bar. He watched as she flirted and moved her hips almost leaning into a douchebags touch. His jaw clenched and he watched as she leaned in and whispered something in his ear before walking away, heading to the restrooms. Slamming his latest shot down he walked over to the guy and shook his head. 

“Hey man, you sure you want to tap that girl that was just here?” He nodded to the man. 

“You mean hottie with the body?” he smirked. “Yeah, man I mean she has a great set of tits and a nice ass. I mean you would hit that right?” 

“Well,” Dean hissed and leaned back looking around for Y/N before he motioned for douche to lean forward. “Girl is a type 1 clingy bitch. Took me a good month and a half to get rid of her. I mean she was relentless. Don’t get me wrong,” he gave a sly smile. “She was great with a dick stuffed in her. But she was too clingy for my taste.” 

“Pussy is pussy,” he shrugged as he looked at Dean. “I can handle a clingy girl. But she didn’t really seem like the clingy type.”  

“Hey man I was just warning you,” Dean held up his hands and looked around. “But, honestly,” he pointed to a blond girl in the corner, “she looks like she is going to give you the best time of your life.” 

Dean smiled when Douche took a sip of his beer and made his way towards the blond he pointed out. With a satisfied smile, he turned only to be met with a fist to the face. 

“I’m Clingy?!” Y/N growled. “Who the fuck do you think you are?!” 

“Come on, Y/N,” Dean rubbed his jaw. “Guy was a grade-A frat boy douche.” 

“And? What’s your point?”  She sighed. “Dean, I think we should cut the benefits out of the friends with benefits. If anyone is getting clingy here…” She shook her head sadly, “It’s you.” 

With that, she grabbed her leather jacket from one of the chairs and made her way out to her Pontiac. She had just touched the handle to the driver’s side door when her phone began to ring. 

“You got Y/N,” she sighed as she rubbed her eyes. 

"Y/N," her brother sounded scared. 

Rolling her eyes, she took in a deep breath, "this better be good." 

"Dad's in the hospital, Y/N," he rushed out. 

"Did he overdose on something? Because I honestly--" 

"He fell down the stairs," he sounded really scared. "He said he was hearing weird noises and it got cold. All of a side he said he felt hands behind his back and next thing, he was falling down the stairs and hurt his shoulder." 

“I’ll be there as quick as I can,” she breathed. 

If something was haunting her dad, she had to make sure her family was safe. Even if she hated him, she never wanted anything supernatural to get to him. 

It wasn’t in her nature. 

Driving down the highway she barreled through and forced herself to drive all day and night. When she reached San Jose, she made her way to the large estate Nikki Sixx had purchased. Punching in the code her dad had sent her a while ago, she drove up the driveway and parked in front of the door where Gunner was waiting. 

“Okay,” she said, avoiding his gaze. “You need to tell me everything that happened. I need to know if anything was bought at an auction or antique store. Or if it was something given by a family friend.” 

“Y/N, Dad doesn’t know about the other stuff you do, right?” Gunner looked to his older sister. He and storm were the only ones who knew about what Y/N did. 

It was one of the only secrets they shared. But even then, Y/N would never forgive them for how they continued to treat her. Even after saving them from the things that went bump in the night.

“No,” she breathed, “And he’s not going to, and neither are Deker and Frankie.” She pulled out her emf reader and looked at Gunner. 

“Where did he fall?” she made her way inside and towards the staircase. 

“Don’t you want to rest?” Gunner blocked her from moving forward. 

“I’m fine,” she brushed him off. “I’m not here as your sister. In fact, I’m not your sister I’m a hunter. I hunt things, things that give you nightmares so stop trying to be nice.” 

“Y/N,” Gunner looked at her sadly. “We were kids, and mom, my mom, was well she --” 

“Save it,” Y/N ignored him as she pulled out her EMF reader. 

She never noticed Gunner reaching into his pocket for something.  She pulled at the antenna and turned it on. The needle was going haywire with the reader picking up all sorts of activity. She raised her eyebrow at that. There was no way a perfectly good house, with no prior history would have EMF readings like this. 

“Where was Nikki when he said he felt the hands on his back?” She looked at Gunner. 

“It was around here,” he muttered as he watched her work. 

His big sister, who had scared off a monster when he was young. Who endured every nasty thing his mother had spewed about her, and now that he was older, he felt bad for how he treated her. Y/N had lost so much and had seen their father at his worst. He could see the pain in her eyes as she fought against his advances to apologize. He watched as Y/N sighed and shook her head. 

“I need to talk to Nikki about what he felt.” She rubbed at her temples. “Is there anything else you can think of? I mean I know you don’t live here but, have you felt any cold spots? Or heard any strange noises?” 

“I think Dad said he heard a low groan and the temperature suddenly dropped.” Gunner found something on the floor really interesting.   

“Right,” Y/N sighed and grabbed her keys. “What Hospital is he at?” 

“He’s at Cedar-Sinai,” Gunner rubbed the back of his neck. Hoping his plan was working. 

“Okay, I will head over there and talk to him about what happened.” She looked at the time. She had been up for almost twenty-four hours. 

Heading to her car she drove towards the hospital, showing her ID and was shown to his room. She ignored the guilt that was creeping up inside her for keeping him at arm’s length. She saw him there hooked up to the monitor. His shoulder in a sling. He looks older than she remembered. He was asleep when she came in and his current fling Courtney offered her a small smile. She tried to be friends with Y/N. But Y/N kept her distance. She had gone through this dance before. 

“I came to talk to him about what happened,” she whispered to Courtney. “I can come back when--” 

“Y/N?” Nikki’s voice sounded surprised that she was there. “How did you know I was here?” 

“Gunner called me,” she left it at that. “I can come back. I just came to ask you some questions Nik and then I’ll be out of your hair.” 

Courtney took that as her cue to leave father and daughter alone. Y/N walked around the room, her EMF reader secretly hidden. But there were no readings. 

“So,” She took in a deep breath. “Was the house built on an ancient burial ground that you don't know about?” 

“What?” Nikki tried to sit up and hissed. “What’s with the questions?” 

“Just humor me,” Y/N sighed. “Did you notice any cold spots around the stairs? Any weird noises? Or just strange occurrences?” 

“Y/N, what are all these questions about?” Nikki looked at his daughter. “Y/N, are you okay? Are you in trouble?” 

“Just answer the questions please,” Y/N rubbed at her temples. There was something wrong here. This wasn’t your typical haunting. 

“This is a shoulder injury that I had to correct,” Nikki sighed. “I bought the house, and I can tell you that it’s not on a burial ground. Y/N are you okay? Are you in trouble?” 

“So, wait,” Y/N clenched her jaw, “This was a planned surgery?” 

“Yeah,” Nikki reached for the cup of water. “I postponed it so I could finish the tour and then get it fixed.”  

“I’m going to kill Gunner,” she muttered. “Glad you’re alive Nik, sorry to be a burden… again.” she turned to leave ignoring Nikki’s cries to get back into the room. 

“Y/N wait,” He called after her. 

Pushing the Pontiac to rush back to the house, Y/N was ready to punch Gunner repeatedly. As she neared the house, she parked her car and stormed in. pulling out her EMF she turned it on noticing that the house was showing no signs of a haunting. Y/N looked around the house, it was completely empty. She looked from room to room, using the EMF reader to try and find anything. There was nothing. That is until she made her way to Gunner’s room. Opening the door, she gave a low angry growl. There on his bed was an EMF generator. 

Taking the machine in her hands she walked down the stairs and sat on the couch. The device on the coffee table as she waited for Gunner. She wasn't sure how long she was waiting seething before Gunner made his appearance.   

“So, Nikki was pushed by a ghost, huh?” She growled.

“Y/N, I can explain--” he began.

“That was such a low fucking blow,” she hissed. “I should have known that you would pull something like this. Not like I haven’t been humiliated by you and the others enough.”  Grabbing the EMF generator Y/N lifted it above her head before smashing it on the floor. “Don’t call me ever again.” 

“I just wanted to fix everything I did!” Gunner chased after her, “Damn it, you’re my big sister and I know that there are real monsters out there.” He called out as she reached the door, “I remember you saving me from one! Y/N? Y/N please, Dad wants you in his life, he’s always wanted you in his life.”  

Y/N ignored Gunner calling after her as she tossed her bag in the bag and cursed. It would be a five-hour drive to get to her apartment on the strip. Taking a deep breath, she made her way down the familiar road and towards a motel. All the while she never noticed the black Impala that had followed her. Pulling up to the office she grabbed a room and made her way to it. 

Dean watched as she closed her door before taking a deep breath and exiting his car. Walking to her door he lifted his fist and knocked. He knew what he did to her back at the dive bar was shitty, but he had to make sure she was okay. He gasped when she opened the door and glared at him. 

“Sorry,” She sneered. “I thought I was clingy. But it looks like you’re the one who can’t let go.” 

“I’m sorry,” Dean breathed. “You’re right. I should respect that you don’t want commitment. Hell, the life we live is not easy Y/N. And I’ll stay away if you really want me to.”  

Y/N sighed, “Just… let’s stick to just being friends.” 

“I--” Dean nodded and placed his hands in his pockets. “I guess we can be friends.” 

“Come on,” Y/N sighed as she opened the door wide. “We can watch some Dr. Sexy episodes and drink some whiskey, order pizza…” 

Dean smiled, “Yeah, We can. So, you got the room for the night?” 

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Idiot guy tried to trick people into thinking a house was haunted. Came to check it out.” 

“Man, I hate when it’s a waste of a trip,” Dean took the second bed and stretched out. 

“What can we do,” Y/N shrugged. “People are morons.” 

Dean smiled at her as they settled on to their beds and hung out in the dusty motel room. Dean realized that while he would love nothing more than to hold and kiss Y/N, he would rather be her friend and have her in his life than not at all.

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