#and the press... dont let me start with that they never get ages right

[sorry-i-got-the-jams]

Well, I have a theory. Press said the kid found was 3 but press is prone to get the ages of people wrong. I've seen that happen too often, having news covering cases I'm working in and having most of the information wrong, specially when it comes to age, so maybe Arthur was actually 6 and they heard he was 3 and that is. And about physical shape, a highly abused kid could look as way younger. Kids who go through trauma may stop to grow up and develope, specially if they are also malnurished. So maybe Art seemed younger and the press got it wrong. And then what Todd says is right and the movie doesn't lie. It all makes sense given the context of abuse, tbh.

Or it could just be a silly mistake, but I want to believe.

Arthur Fleck birthdate and real age.

I’ll hate to rain on your parade about Arthur Fleck birthdate but don’t believe what wiki says. Believe what’s it written in the movie. All the informations are written in penny fleck’s files that Arthur is reading. 

Here are the screencaps. 

First Penny fleck already had been locked up in arkham previously when she was 15 years old. In 1952, she was locked up because of what happened and what she did to his 3 years old son.  She was 25 years old.

as for his birthday unfortunately it’s written unknown

so based on this, if he was 3years old in 1952, he is probably 32 years old in 1981. 

Even if we don’t know is real birthdate, it’s simple to not be confused between a kid who is 3 years old and 6 years old. The difference is huge in physical shape.

[inez-winchester-cameron]

omg pls write more of what you just posted of rafe with that age gap it's sooo hot 😭 like something about the reader being bratty on purpose and sassing him

cw: dark!rafe x younger!reader, 29 and 19, non-con/rape, drug use, intoxicated reader, talks of free use and public sex, abusive relationship

note: is this too dark, yes or no

rafe HATES when you disobey at parties. ever since you two have started dating, you have a bad habit of misbehaving at parties to get more attention from rafe. whether that be overdrinking, snorting coke, smoking weed, or flirting with other guys. all of these being things that you KNOW rafe disapproves of.

tonight, it happened to be a mix of all of them. you went to the restroom and came back to rafe talking with one of his ex girlfriends, sofia. you completely being oblivious to the fact that he was telling her off. you huff and head back into the room where topper and kelce sit.

they're doing lines and drinking, sitting on opposite sides of a loveseat.

"hey, y/n, have a seat," topper politely greets you, gesturing to an empty chair beside the loveseat but you smile and sit inbetween topper and kelce. they give eachother a look but say nothing.

"whatcha guys doin?" you ask, looking over toppers shoulder as he sets up a line.

"coke, nothing you should concern yourself with."

"yeah rafe would kill us if he knew you were anywhere near this," kelce comments.

"hes too busy bein up sofia's pussy to care. can i do a line?"

kelce and topper both look at you at this comment, a little shocked. they knew rafe and how loyal he was to you, he never even so much as entertained another girl.

"you saw him up her pussy?" kelce asks, confused.

"well no but- it doesnt even matter, just let me do a line."

"sweetheart i dont think-" topper starts.

"pleaseeeeee?" you beg, giving him puppy eyes.

topper sighs and glances to kelce who shrugs. eventually topper responds, "okay fine, sweetie, but you cannot tell rafe."

"i won't, promise! ill even pinky promise if you want!"

topper stares at you for a moment, finding your innocence both endearing and hot at the same time. too bad you aren't his. topper sets up a line for you and gently guides you onto your knees in front of the table. he gives you the dollar bill and guides you as you snort it. you let it sit for a minute, not feeling anything, then it hits. and you want more.

"again!" you say, looking at topper, feeling your brain begin to buzz.

"yeah no i don't-"

"what the fuck are you doing?"

your eyes shoot to the doorway. rafe stands there, arms crossed, hair messy, blood on his knuckles, and he looks pissed.

"rafey!" you greet him, trying to pretend you didn't just snort cocaine. you stand up, swaying, and subsequently falling back onto the couch.

"what the fuck guys?" rafe questions, walking over to you. he looks pissed, "how much did you give her?"

"just a line, man, she asked for it. quite literally," kelce speaks first and topper agrees.

"i didn't know you don't let her do that man, im sorry-" topper defends himself and rafe shakes his head, calming down a bit.

"nah you're good, man. it's her fault. come on, princess, we have some business to discuss." rafe says through gritted teeth, roughly grabbing your arm and heading to his room. once you're upstairs and away from people, he starts scolding you, "what the fuck were you thinking? you know so much better than that."

"you were talking to Sof-"

"yeah i was telling her to go suck a fucking dick. then i beat the shit out of her boyfriend for calling you a whore. but maybe he was right, you don't think about anyone but yourself, huh? always just assuming. saw the way you were staring at top." rafe speaks with no sympathy and you two slip into his bedroom. he presses you down onto the bed, holding your hands behind your back as he flips your little skirt up, "no panties? you fucking serious? god what is wrong with you? you stupid little whore."

you hear his belt unbuckle and your head continues buzzing from your high. soon enough, you feel his cock, pushing into you. it's immediately too much.

"rafe-! no no no-"

"don't tell me fucking no, bitch. act like a whore, get treated like one. maybe i should've just fucked you downstairs," rafe starts, setting a fast pace with his thrusts, not hearing any of your protests, "or maybe i should tie you up down there, let all these drunk men use your holes since you wanna disobey. i think that's a fair punishment, huh? i try to be nice and defend your honor and you make eyes at two of my best friends. fucking bitch."

"rafe i didn't- i don't want this- stop!" you beg but rafe doesn't care. he simply tugs your hair in response as you start crying. your head is pounding and it's all too much.

"that's it, cry for it, bitch. this is my fucking pussy and i'm gonna use it when i want. now whine one more time and i'm gonna make this pussy free use to the entire island."

you whimper and stay quiet in response. you think about leaving rafe, but you can't, you love him and maybe you even secretly loved being fucked against your will.

[theosmommy1966]

Unfair Love

Your fingers were cramping from how hard you were holding the door. Your eyes mad to be deceiving you, Regulus fucking Black cant be standing in front of you. The guy you loved from the simply age of 5 all the way until the end of school. He had been your best friend, the guy you pined over for years and years while he pushed you aside every time he got a girlfriend. Only to suck you right back in when he got bored. 

“No..” You said moving to close the door to your brother's manor. Tom, Mattheo and You were triplets. Magical beings already formed crazy connections but the three of you could literally feel each other and each other's major feelings. So the shock and pain of seeing Regulus had pulled them from the upstairs living room to the top of the stairs. Leaning against opposite walls, Tom positions so he could see down the stairs easily keeping an eye on you while being positioned in a way to be easily overlooked. 

When Regulus pushed his way in, it took everything in both of them to stay put but your voice stopped them. “Tom is home. If that's not bad enough, so is Mattheo. Do not come any further into my home Regulus.” Regulus paused just inside the door, while he had been friends with both boys in school. He also knew they were fiercely protective of their ‘baby’ sister. They would kill each other if the other hurt her, so they would easily Avada him if he pushed to hard. 

“Y/n.. Dont marry him.” He said in a nonchalant tone. Acting like he wasnt rocking her world and trying to crumble her relationship to pieces. “ Regulus.. Your being a dick.” You said unconsciously stepping towards the stairs and pulling your hands up to your chest. He stepped towards you and smiled in a cocky way that made you want to slap him “Come on y/n/n, you know you its always been me.. Dont marry him.” 

Those words sparked anger in your gut. 

Stepping towards him this time you sneer. “I was second to every single girl that even looked your way in school! You literally asked me to the yule ball and then FORGOT and went with some girl from Ravenclaw! I cant.. I wont.. I.. I..” It felt like a let down to your last name when that spark died and never turned into a fire as you started to almost hyperventilate. Every time he broke your heart played through your head as his eyes flicked above your head. 

You didnt need to turn around to know your brothers were coming down. Mattheo was past you quickly, having moved before your breathing even got uneven. Tom wasnt as familiar with panic and anxiety attacks as you and he were. He didnt stop to comfort you as he grabbed his old friend harshly and jerked him out the door. He didnt slam it on his way out knowing that would just startle you and make it worse. 

Tom had always for some reason been the one you went to for comfort. You thought it was probably just because he was the ‘oldest’. He was the one who retucked you into bed when you had bad dreams even though he was the same age. He had always just carried himself in a way that gave big brother vibes. Every where you went people thought you and Matt were twins and Tom was the older brother. 

He would always have a hard time dealing with others feelings but he always made the most effort for his siblings. When you collapsed onto the stairs and started sobbing he moved the rest of the way to you quickly. He tries to get you to calm your breathing but its like you cant hear him. He does the only thing he knows too, the same thing he use to do when you were children and he couldnt wake you from a nightmare. Pressing his forehead to yours he gently entered your mind. it was easy to find you in panic because when all the thoughts finally formed into a picture you were stood frozen while everything moved around you. 

Him saying your name broke your focus as you turned confused then relieved to see him. “Tommy” You said in a broken whisper as he reached for you, tucking your head against his shoulder and hugging you he looked around. “Lets walk through all this, yeah?” Nodding against his chest “I just feel so much right now.. Im so mad at Regulus. Ive tried my entire life to be what he wants, to be someone he sees but he never did. I was just someone to placate his ego in between relationships.” 

Tom watches as memories of you crying, of Regulus manipulating you and leaving flash around him and he squeezes tighter. “He hasnt spoken t-to me in years and then he just shows up here the night before Im supposed to get married?!” You sob and then suck in a harsh breath “Oh my god. Teddy.. Whats he going to think when he finds out I was crying over another man when im supposed to be relaxing and getting ready to marry him!” 

You pull away and pull out of your head and then away from Tom in the real world. Standing you start to pace and pull at your hair. Tom sighs and stands to try and stop you but the door flies open. Mattheo running in frantically looking for you, only to be shoved out of the way by your tall sandy blond fiancee. “Tesoro” He barley whispers as he rushes to pull you into his arms. Your knees giving out again but he keeps you up. His huge hand cups the back of your head and neck as he shushes you gently. 

Theo swears his heart is breaking as your shoulders rack with sobs. He turns to look at his other best friends, Tom is staring at the door, clearing pissed and trying to stay put. Mattheo is pulling at his own hair when he sees the questions in his friends eyes. Hes struggling because he wants to tell him so he can better comfort you, but he doesnt want to betray your trust. Thankfully he doesnt have to, you can feel his panic and pull away just enough too look up. “Regulus was here.” 

Theos head snaps back to you and he tries to reign in his feelings quickly knowing that they will all play out on his face. His first feeling was worry, he had worked so hard to show you how you should actually be treated. So many dates where he couldnt even hold your hand yet. Regulus had treated you so poorly from day one that his nontoxic love was foreign and unwelcome. 

You had grown up in vastly different environments. Birthing triplets had killed your mother. While your father wasn't horrible or abusive, he was unattentive. He would rather you have a nanny (who he sleeps with before replacing and repeating) then try and raise you alone. While Theo grew up with parents who not only loved him but each other. 

Next was anger at the audacity. Then was worry again but this time for you. Taking a deep breath and taking your cheek in one hand he wipes your tears away. “Ok, tell me why your so upset by that. We have to be on the same page to talk through this. Can we go sit down?” you shake your head and pull him up the stairs, away from your brothers to your room. You let go of his hand and keep walking straight for your bathroom. 

After a few mintues long arms wrapped around you, crossing over and gripping your upper arms. “Im here, Tesoro. Whenever your ready.” You didnt register any measure of time as you stood under the water with him holding you and pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder. “I dont deserve you theo..” you say so quietly he almost doesnt hear. Before he can ask what you mean your already speaking. “Here I am, the night before marrying you, crying over some other guy.. God im so horrible.” 

Before your hands can cover your face, Theo has spun you around and is tilting your face forcing you to look at him. He looks just a little annoyed as he speaks, “Dont say that. Do you remember what Tesoro means?” You sniffle and nod but he raises his eyebrows waiting for you to say it. “It means treasure.” He nods and smiles just a little “So.. My Tesoro couldnt be horrible.. I get it darling.. He was your first love, theres a lot of trauma there. I know your not crying because you miss him, your crying for 17 year old you, for 15 year old you and so on. And thats ok, because thats how we heal.” 

Theos heart warmed as you stare up at him in awe. “I know its difficult for you, my love. That this open communication and understanding isnt something that comes naturally too you. So youll have to give me just a little grace while I continue to learn to navigate you. I promise one day Ill be an expert.” He leans in and kisses your forehead, staying there for just a moment to give you both a second to pull yourselves together. 

When he pulled back the smile he loves was back on your face. He sighs happily and kisses your nose before looking at you. Everything was right in his world again, all he needed to do now, was wait for you to go to sleep. Because Regulus.. Well Theo completely understood where YOU were coming from. But Black? Nah. While tending to lean towards his mothers Hufflepuff nature, sometimes he needs to remind people why he was sorted into Slytherin. Why he became friends with The Dark Lords children. Why he and your brothers trusted him to care for you. And tonight, it would be Regulus` turn to learn. 

[irl-w0lverine]

October 14th - quicksilver (smut)

Pairing : peter maximoff x reader

Warnings : MDNI!! DO NOT READ IF YOUR BELOW THE AGE OF 18!!

P in v, unprotected sex, peter talking you through it, no aftercare, human vibrator

A/n: im actually really struggling to write the rest of the fics, this is literally meant to be out tomorrow at the time of writing

DO NOT BLAME ME FOR WHAT YOU CHOSE TO CONSUME, ITS YOUR FAULT IF YOU READ FURTHER

Peters room was the go to hangout area for the two of you. It was usually the right temperature, he'd have a stash of snacks (of which were mainly twinkies), a few warm blankets for those cold nights you stayed over. It was always perfect.

That leads you to this night. Peters head was resting on your lower stomach as both of you were watching some crappy movie, mindlessly playing with the hem of your shorts.

You could feel his shoulder pressing against the one spot that had been aching for him all day. Every shuffle from him, you have to stop yourself from squirming, trying to get more pleasure from it. Surely he doesn't feel the same way.. Right?

"hey, you ok?" you hear peter ask you, your head giving a small nod, adjusting your position. Thats all you needed for a small whine to slip past your lips.

That stupid damn smirk. Of course he has that stupid damn smirk after hearing that.

"what was that noise?" he scoots up, his elbows proping him up so now his face is mere inches away from yours. His stomach putting pressure on the area you needed him to, causing you to squirm slightly.

"..nothing..?" you knew he wouldn't let it slide. His warm breath was hitting your face, his lips oh so close to touching yours.

"bullshit" before you even registered it, his lips were on yours. You couldn't help but kiss back, your hands going to his hair and pulling him closer.

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After a few minuets of making out, he begins to slip your shorts down your legs, kissing your thighs as he did so.

"god... Your gorgeous.." he groans, not waiting a second to rip his sweatpants off. He was so hard it looked painful, it looked like he would rip open his boxers.

With a blur, he's alright inside of you, his lips against your forehead.

"someones excited huh?"

"cant help it that ive waited this long" he chuckles, pressing his lips against yours once more but this time hes slower, beginning to thrust.

He starts of by being gentle, not wanting to use his mutation to its fullest extent just yet. He was pepering you with kisses anywhere he could reach, nuzzling his face between your breasts.

"you dont have to go soft on me, y'know? I can take it" you huff, getting a bit frustrated at the lack of speed from the guy that is literally known for speed.

"sorry princess" he chuckles "just dont wanna hurt ya'"

With that, he begins to speed up, his hands massaging your hips and thighs.

Not even a few minutes later, hes going x10 faster, his face burried in the crook of your neck. You had never thought he'd be the typa guy to whimper but he is definitely disproving you now.

His hips move in a blur, bringing you to the edge way faster than you'd thought.

"... Ugh... Keep doin' that... Please.." you whine, hands pulling his hair and your lips leaving sloppy kisses on his shoulder.

"wasnt plannin' on stoppin'.. M' pretty girl" his nails dig into your hips, his cock twitching against your walls as they begin to close in on him.

"AHG! Fuck... Shit" he grunts, his seed painting your walls white. His thumb sneaks down and rubs your clit, sending you over the edge and cumming around him.

"... Holy shit..." he huffs, his sweaty body collapsing onto yours.

"... That was amazing.." you tell him, only to realise hes fallen asleep cuding you.

A/n : sorry for how rushed and poorly written this is! Jaytober is kinda making me loose motivation especially since i dont have much free time to do it anymore and my mental health just loves to take a head first dive into depression

Thank you so much for reading! <3

[billluver0124]

"i wanna fucking tear you apart."

synopsis: bill meets an 'almost vampire-like" girl at the club, he wonders if shes the same under the sheets >.<

WARNINGS!! p in v, riding (cowgirl), blood kink!, scratching, cursing!

AUTHORS NOTE: i dont really know how to feel about this one, i love it and hate it at the same time...but i hope you guys enjoy<3

it all started at a party, y/n was a regular at this goth club called "the twilight zone". bill had been wanting to go to this place for ages but never had the motivation, but now he did... BILLS POV:

ive always wanted to go to this club, but i never had the motivation to because i get so busy with the band. but something made me come tonight, almost like i was attracted to something here. as i walk into this nightclub, im filled with the typical smell of alcohol and smoke. everyone was dancing on the floor, but they all looked different then your average party people.

these people had messy hair, wore mostly black clothes and looked like the dead. there definitely wasnt gonna be a cheetah print bra bombshell here. but there was this girl that stood out in the crowd...

she had the 'gothic look' like everyone else, but something was different about her, her hair was as dark as ebony could get. her skin was pale, almost deathly. she looked so eery, but so fucking beautiful. as she danced to the music playing. her energy was practically pulling me towards her, next thing i knew i was dancing right next to her.

THIRD PERSONS POV

y/n was dancing on the dance-floor, moving her worries out of her. she loved this place, its ethereal energy made her fall in love with this nightclub. as she was moving to the rhythm, she feels someone watching her.

she turns around and sees this boy, just admiring her in the middle of the floor. its was weird but she liked it, she went back to dancing when all of a sudden, he was right next to her.

"y-you mind if i dance w-with you?" he asked nervously, she was so hot it made him timid. "yea whatever, just stop being so nervous. im not gonna hurt you" she told him. her voice was cold to him, but so sexy at the same time. she wraps his arms around her waist as she resumes to dancing. swaying her hips on him to the song that was playing, it was spooky; but rather erotic as well.

i want to hold you close, skin pressed against me tight~

y/n turns around at face him, "c'mon" she takes his hand "wha-w-where?" y/n chuckles at his nervousness as she led him to a secret room. it was dark, cold and it had a mattress on the floor. not the best place to hook up but itll do.

y/n pushes him on the mattress. the fall shocks bill, but he cant help but feel his pants tighten by the minute. she crawls on top of him, pressing soft kisses on his neck. he, without thinking, slides his hands up her body. feeling his desire for her grow bigger and unbearable by the second.

she began to grow hungrier for him, the soft kisses turned into harsh hickeys. she wrapped her hand around his neck, bill gasps at the sudden action.

"i wanna fucking tear you apart" she told him, her words made bill moan. his hard beginning to ache, begging to be released from the confines of his pants.

she pinned his wrists over his head, entrapping their lips in a passionate and hungry kiss. bill moans against her lips, giving y/n the chance to slide her tongue in his mouth. their wet muscles swirling around each other

she lets go to take off her shirt, luckily she had no bra under. bill immediately latches his mouth onto her breast, sucking and swiring his tongue around the bud while his hand plays with the other.

"fuck.." she mumbles, palming his bulge as he sucks her nipples. he sucks harder in response, bill pulls away to take off his shirt. his nipple piercing catches y/n's eye immediately. she leans closer and licks his pierced nipple, the feeling of pleasure lingers in bills body

she goes back up to his lips, then between his chest and kisses down all the way to his bulge. bills eyes watch her do so, practically pleading for her to go further.

she then slowly unbuttons his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. his cock springing up, a little precum gets on her face.

she kisses his tip, making small little baby licks to tease him. bill whines "d-dont tease..please" he moans, resting his fingers in her hair.

she stops the teasing, sinking her mouth down as she took his whole cock in her mouth. bills eyes roll back at the feeling, a warm, wet and pretty mouth wrapped around his dick sent waves of pleasure through him.

she swirls her tongue around his shaft, moans both loud and quiet pouring out of his mouth "mmm-fuck that feels s'good..!" bills grabs her hair, bobbing her head up and down faster as he gets closer to release

y/n takes that as cue to suck harder, her hand fondles with his balls as the other holds her steady on his thigh. "o-oh fuck im s'close!" he whimpers

he lets out one last moan before shooting his hot load down her throat. she swallows, sticking her tongue out to show him.

she goes back up to his lips, "youre so hot fuck.." she groaned, she ran her fingers along her chest, slowly digging her nails in his chest. leaving scratch marks that were bleeding. the pain bill felt bled into pleasure as she ran her tongue along each wound, the feeling was rather odd but the sight was so fucking sexy.

y/n felt herself getting soaked by the second. she grinds herself on his thigh "you gonna let me put it in?" she asked, her face in his neck. leaving soft kisses. "fuck yes.." bill nods. she slides her mini skirt and underwear off in one go, throwing it somewhere in the room.

she hovers her bare pussy over his dick, "you ready hon'?" she asks, bill nods even more, waiting more eagerly to be inside her. she finally aligns the tip to her folds before pushing it in all the way. she winced in pain as she felt his cock stretch her from the inside. "f-fuck!" she groaned as the pain slowly bled to pleasure. she began sliding herself up just to slam herself down again. she does it again and again, holding his thighs behind her to keep her steady as his tip rams into her sweet spot immediately.

bill holds onto her hips, guiding her up and down his dick. "you feel so nice miss" he moans, feeling her clench around him as she was getting closer to orgasm.

y/n bounces faster, the sound of skin slapping getting louder as well as both her and bills moans. "im gonna-ngh!-c-cum again!" he whimpered, "m-me too, hold on for me" y/ns pussy began to ache as she felt her release forming in her lower stomach.

bill watches a small bulge form on her lower stomach as she fucked herself on him. "you r-ready?" she pants. bill nods then almost immediately bucks his hips into her wildly as she bounced even harder on his cock.

bill and y/n let out a loud harmonized moan as they came on each other, y/n drops on top of bill as she tries to catch her breath.

"im bill.." he mumbled, just loud enough for y/n to hear. "im y/n" she replied back, before getting up to put her clothes back on.

bill felt a little disappointed that she didnt stay longer, but he knew that this was just gonna be a hookup. he puts his clothes on as well and goes to the public restroom in the club.

as he fixed himself in the mirror, he felt a stinging sensation on his chest, he pulls down the collar of his shirt and sees the stratch marks she left read something

"all mine ♡"

was written in red inflamed skin on bills chest. he now felt like y/ns property

[dinasfavslut]

LoserEllie x Fem!reader

a/n: This fic was supposed to come out in late August or early September, so I am a month late, and I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy it since I've spent a while on this (I started writing and never finished).

Warnings:smut 18+ Minors just dont interact, Smoking, Sexual thoughts, Cussing, Pet names, Teasing, Oral, Fingering, Slight mention of strap, Squirting

Everyone is aware that Ellie smokes; we have all seen it. Of course, there are also the dealer Ellie fics, which I absolutely love, but just picture Ellie making reader squirt for the first time while high!

Ellie calls you over for the "usual" hangout of smoking, fighting while playing the latest video game she purchased, exchanging lust-filled glances at each other, and taking turns going to the restroom to deal with your neediness so you don't pounce on one another. The typical predicament continues.

"Okay, how about a crash bandicoot?”

She places the joint between her soft pink lips and says, "I mean, it's whatever." Her fingers, god, her fingers, her hands, and how she flexes them after spending long hours writing or drawing, playing the guitar, rolling blunts and joints—you could go on and on...and on—is almost down to her fingers when she takes another drag.

You two have long been "friends." Everyone in town knows that you and Ellie are more than "just friends", but as far as the relationship goes, it isn't dating or just a friendship, and that kills you. You like Ellie; you really like her, and smoking enhances that feeling toward her. Additionally, it also helps to want to get pounded by her right on the couch.

She had already loaded the game and begun playing while you were still deep in thought. She was so engrossed in her game that you could see her thumbs and fingers pressing and moving the various buttons. "I'm going to get a snack, Els. You want something." She gave a brief glance over, not straining her head from facing the TV. Her gaze seemed to remain fixed on your body as you stood up, pressing your thighs together as you did so.

"Yeah..." You entered the kitchen in search of a bite to quell your hunger. You discovered cookies, popcorn, Cheezits, and wet wipes after searching the cabinets. Why were wet wipes kept in the snack cabinet?

��Ellie?” You gave her a concerned-confused look as she held up the wipes.

“What?” She looked at you, and you just waved around the wipes.

"Uh, well, keep the ants away.”

“Where the fuck did you hear that?”

“I read it or something somewhere... But that isn't a snack, bubs.” Obviously, the wet wipes weren't a snack. You walk over to her and straddle her lap.

"I'm not going to make you eat the wet wipes." Your thoughts had returned to what had just been said a few moments prior: "Wait, Ellie Williams, do you have ants!?" She gave you a dumbfounded look like a middle school boy who had just been scolded. "You have ants when you were about to let us eat food from your cupboard?"

"Calm down, baby. The wet wipes carried out their duties."

"And how do you know that?"

"I didnt hear any screaming that you saw an ant," she said. She shifted into a new position, pushing her hips a up little higher. You noticed this bump or something rigid. None of those properly expresses what you felt. The bulge in her pants was pressing directly on your clit while you were seated on Ellie's lap. You were soaked through, which was unfortunate for you. You were wet before, of course, but now it was leaking through.

Ellie picked you up and set you down next to her, but she quickly noticed the mess you had made beneath yourself. "You, um, do you need any help with..." you nodded quickly in order to get to you something you have been waiting ages for while also stopping her from finishing her sentence she laid you down in front of her, lifted up your skirt to let it rest on your torso, and pulled off the green underwear you had chosen to wear that day, which of course would need to be washed. "Just relax for me; it is okay, I’l make it feel good, promise". You trusted her i mean why wouldnt you- your trusted ellie with yourself at least, so when she kept kissing the inside of your thighs, you didn't question, but you did whine.

“Els please” 

"Right, I'm sorry." She gave you her silly little smile before returning to her task at hand. Her lips were almost immediately attached to your clit. You whimpered and gasped loudly from her movements. The effects of the weed haven't faded quite yet, making all of Ellie's movements feel 10 times better, but let's be real, it's Ellie fucking Williams, and you've been wainting for this forever.

“E-el-” She slid her agile, calloused fingers into your cunt, causing you to let out an exasperated gasp, followed by a loud moan. You tilted your head forward to see her face. Her eyes were stuck to the way you just kept dripping and how her fingers were being swallowed up so easily.

“Ive got you, babe. Lay back for me. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?" Responding to her request, you nod and lay down. The pace of her fingers quickens, and she hits a spot that makes your head feel light and your tummy coil.

 "Els, please." Ellies, ignoring your pleads, having lust take over. Completely, you feel yourself about to let go at any minute, any second, but it's not like all the times you've fingered yourself to the thought of her before. Ellie's mouth on your clit,  her fingers thrusting out of you, you moan louder than you even knew your voice could handle. She continued quickening her pace until she drained everything out of you. You “came” all over her hands, face, and couch. She pulled her head back and paused for a moment. “I-I am so sorry, I didn't mean.”

She places her finger over your mouth to hush your apologies. "It's alright, angel; I know you couldn't help it.” You were embarrassed by your actions, but somehow, even though she had a big mess that she had to clean up, her reassuring words made everything fine. She leans right over you and places a kiss on your lips. “I think I'm in love with you. Actually, I know that I'm in love with you. I love you, bubs.”

"I love you too Els."

[bbyquokka]

Hi this is my first time requesting to you so hello! (I’ll send a non-anon ask to you so you can see my profile and age💜)

I was thinking about cockwarming with Hyunjin and it being pure comfort and fluff. I notice in fics that cockwarming always leads to sex but I just want to experience it as is.

Just Hyunjin and the reader being very close with each other cuddling in bed after the she has a bad day at university. He seems like the romantic type who would cherish these types of intimate and vulnerable moments where they can feel safe together. He’d even give her his jiniret plush just to make her smile

warmth

FLUFF/SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warning: fem bodied reader, uni au, established relationship, pet names, cock warming, reader feels insecure, fluff and comfort, semi proof read. words: 0.7k ~ (724)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“hey darling. how did–oof!” hyunjin groans before laughing softly as you straddle his lap, forehead resting on his shoulder. he wraps his arms around your tired body gently, stroking your back. “rough lecture?”

“yeah.” you mumble against the material of his t-shirt. “i swear this professor hates me.”

“i doubt that darling.” hyunjin laughs softly.

“want cuddles.”

“here or?” you lift your head up and pout, eyes flickering below his waist. “ahhh, ok darling.”

hyunjin picks you up gently and walks to the shared bedroom. he gently places you down on the bed to strip, watching you do the same before getting under the duvet.

hyunjin slides in behind you, lips pressing gently kisses along the back of your neck. his fingers trailing along your sides, feather like touches that drive you insane.

“hyun..” you whimper impatiently. “please.”

“ok ok darling.” he laughs softly before slowly pushing his penis inside you. you both let out soft whimpers and groans, the feeling of being filled and stretched providing you with a strange sense of comfort.

his length is fully inserted, touching untouched territory. your warmth slowly drives hyunjin insane due to the fact that he is addicted to your warmth and how you feel. he presses his chest against your back to provide you with some skin on skin, arm snaking around your midriff and thumb stroking your stomach.

“better?” he softly whispers. you hum softly, giggling as hyunjin kisses your earlobe.

“stopp! that tickles!” you whine. hyunjin carries on for a few seconds before kissing your neck gently.

your walls flutter around hyunjin's length which makes him silently groan. he so badly wants to move but he knows you're not in the mood for sex of any kind. your energy screams 'hold me. i've had a shit day.'

“you're so pretty, you know that right?” hyunjin hums softly. you blush a soft pink, nuzzling into the pillow to hide the embarrassment.

“shh.”

“never. i will keep telling you that you're beautiful and pretty and gorgeous and–”

“ok ok! i–i get it.” you whine. hyunjin laughs before pecking your rose coloured cheeks gently.

“you'll be ok yn. i promise you.”

“will i? i'm starting to doubt that uni is for me..”

“why baby?”

“because everyone around me is so fucking smart and i'm just there. i'm surrounded by all this talent and smartness that it's suffocating but i also feel insufficient. maybe i'm not cut out for uni...” your voice cracks and wobbles. hyunjin furrows his brows before repositioning and reinserting himself so you're facing him.

“my darling.” he cups your cheeks gently, wiping away a few stray tears. “we all have our strengths and weaknesses. you shouldn't compare yourself to others which i know is hard to do when you feel insecure and low but, someone might feel the same way about you.”

“what do you mean?” you whisper.

“well, someone else might be comparing themselves to you. what you think is a weakness about yourself could be what they find strong about you.”

“really?”

“it's possible darling. you shouldn't compare yourself to others. which is hard, i know but you shine in other aspects of life to. you are smart and talented but being smart and talented doesn't necessarily mean what you think it means.”

“no?” you look up at him as he strokes your hair gently.

“you can be smart and talented in many other ways that don't involve solving equations and making art pieces so don't bring yourself down my love. you could hold a piece of knowledge that someone else doesn't know and they could find you smart. just because you struggle in one area doesn't make you any less of a person.”

“hyun...” you sniffle, leaning into his touch. “thank you.”

“anytime darling. do you feel better?” he traces your jawline slowly with the tip of his finger before leaning down.

“much better.” you mumble before pressing your lips against hyunjin's plump ones. the kiss is slow and passionate. his cock still nestled deep inside you, walls fluttering around his length and providing hyunjin with such warmth and comfort.

“i'll always be here for you darling. morning, noon and night and if i'm not here, you have this.” hyunjin hands you his jiniret plush to which you hold close to your chest. “i love you, yn. so so much.”

note: i do love a lil bit of cockwarming with some added fluff !! ty for sending this in, i enjoy writing cockwarming. should really write more of it tbh. don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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[meowniee]

Na Jaemin - Not Ready

Pairing: Female Reader x Na Jaemin (boyfriend)

Genre: Romantic and kinda kink smut

Word Count: 5599

Warnings: Switch reader and Jaemin | both are in college age | oral sex (m/f) | deep throat | cum play/eat | fingering | mentions of dry humping | unprotected sex (use condom in real life, please) | the reader is small compared to Jaemin | a little manhandling | bit of subspace | tell me if i need to tag anything else. Not proof read

A/N: Not a warning but: jaemin is a pillow princess (!!) in some parts (just a dick to satisfy her, omg this my favorite part) , reader is not innocent at all and she knows what sex is and everything etc.

“I want you”, you whisper in his ears using your sexier voice, lips pressing softly near the lob, the warm breath of your words caressing his little hairs.

“No, you’re not ready yet”, he whispers back, almost sounding like a repressed gasp.

“You can’t decide this for me!”, you speak louder, sitting back in his lap, outraged by the same old answer.

Jaemin shushes you with a tender kiss on your lips, cupping your face between his warm hands. “You’re not gonna die if we wait a little longer”.

Fuck, you can not be angry with him when he speaks so softly with you, his breathtaking stunning smile showing, looking fondly in your eyes.

“How can you say this? How do you know I’m not gonna die??”, you pout, your voice almost breaking ‘cause you want to cry in frustration.

“Are you going to die if I don't let you sit on my dick, baby?”, with an unblinking gaze he asks, his eyebrow raising defiantly. Your cheeks instantly feel warmer. Your eyes fall to your hands, regretting your words. Omg you're so embarrassed right now. Fuck, Jaemin…

“See? You can’t even handle the words”, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear, “Just give yourself a little more time. Be patient”. He kisses your forehead and lays you down, spooning your back. How can he sleep like that? You’re still burning in desire and frustrated. 

Jaemin is an exchange student, he came all the way from Korea to your country to study photography, pursuing his dreams. Since his first day he has captured everyone's hearts with his good manners and warm smile. You didn’t know a single person that dont like him. It’s like… impossible. He would never hurt a fly. On the contrary, he would take care of the fly if it was hurt. He’s just like that.

And it’s been a couple months that he is “taking care” of you. You aren’t hurt or something. You just really want to have sex with your boyfriend, but he his cock blocking himself everytime that you are making out. In the beginning you thought he was being really respectful, waiting for you to take the first step, approaching him or doing the first move. But in the last weeks it feels like he doesn't even want you. You tried a lot of things to seduce him: you dressed pretty for him, you did your sexier makeup, you touched him differently, you started slowly kissing his neck… And at no point did he show any interest in taking a step forward. So when you clearly stated that you wanted to have sex with him, he said this? Fuck, Na Jaemin.

Today you woke up in the morning to beautiful sunlight filling the room, the warmth covering you like a soft blanket. The sweet smell coming from the kitchen was amazing. Just before you decided to get up, Jaemin crossed the door with a tray full of delicious looking foods. 

“Good morning, princess”, his voice was cozier than your blankets.

You just smiled back, a little sleepy yet, stretching your arms above your head and sitting back at the bed frame.

He placed the tray in front of you. Orange juice, pancakes, coffee, a slice of cake and some grapes. It was a full breakfast for both of you. “Gomawoyo [thank you]”, you said. He looked surprised at you and smiled proudly. “I said it right?”, you shyly asked. “Ne [yes], it’s right. You’re so gwiyeobda speaking korean”. You closed your eyes trying to remember this one, but failed. “I don’t remember this one”, you pout a little, silently saying sorry. “It means cute”, he patted the top of your hair. You frown your eyes and smile with the gesture. Sometimes he treats you like his little puppy and you love it more than you want to assume. 

“Do you need something for tonight?”, he asked while eating a pancake.

“It is okay. I have everything ready”. 

Today is your birthday and you are having a party in your dorm. It’s not a big party but you made it clear that it was a kinda fancy party. You wanted to dress nicely, look pretty, like a doll in your high heels and short black dress. Your best friend helped with the preparations and will help you with your makeup too. 

“When is your best coming?” Jaemin asked.

“She will be here around 8pm… I hope”, you laugh. She’s almost ever on time but… you never know

“So I will go out for you to doll up without men around you”, he joked, “I will get some nice champagne for my princess birthday”, you flustered while he held your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“You tried something else after that?”, your friend whispered curiously while you two were choosing accessories to complement the looks. You sigh in discontent and shake your head. No, you haven’t tried anything after that sad attempt. 

“Girl, you read those things that I sent to you?”, she asked with a huge smirk on her face. “Maybe that way he can't say no… He’s being like that but he is still a man!”. 

You laugh, hiding your face between your hands, kinda embarrassed. “I don’t think I have the courage, but i will try my best”, you both laughed hard. She helped you put together a plan for today… you will sleep with Jaemin tonight. There’s no more time. You desperately need him naked, in your bed, touching all your body and everything. 

The plan? Well… If you couldn’t handle his words that night, now you can, and you will show your different side. You trained in the mirror a lot of times. You can’t be shy around him to conquer your prize. The sentences flood your mind for long hours the last few days. You will be the one that will not let him say no this time. You are choosing tonight and he’ll not be able to stand against it. If you don't give him a chance to say no, he can't stop you…

“Wow, you are stunning, princess”, Jaemin was enchanted by you. His eyes shining more than your jewels, his smile wider than ever while dancing close with you. “So, so beautiful”, he whispered in your ears. He was as stunning as you with a black suit perfectly fitting his broad shoulder and small waist. “Can’t wait to give you your present”.

“Wait! A present?”, you gasp in surprise, looking at him with rounded eyes.

“Yeah, a present… I think you’ll like”, he said with a mischievous smile, eyes piercing yours. “But we need to wait ‘till the end”.

Now your mind is malfunctioning. His words leave you dizzy, your body warm and chills running down your back. Maybe he planned the same thing for tonight? He is your gift? You couldn’t hear anything around you anymore, just his words repeating. God, just make this party end really fast. 

You couldn't wait. Two hours later you were leaving all responsibility for the remaining guests to your friend and walking upstairs with Jaemin right behind you. Holding his hand tight making sure he wouldn't run away, letting go only after having closed the bedroom door. You looked at him with your sparkling eyes, little smile.

“Wait a moment”, he asked, turning his back to look for something in his bag. You tried to sneak a look, but he was faster, turning to face you again.

He was holding a black box in one hand and the other was guiding you till you face the mirror with him pressed in your back, looking into your eyes through the reflection.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he opened the box, revealing a beautiful necklace. “I bought this for you. It will fit you so well”, he said as he took the jewel out of the box to put it around your neck. His hands brushing along your collarbone.

He put on the jewel and rested his hand on your shoulders gently, placing a soft but long kiss on your neck exposed by the dress. Eyes fixed in your expressions in the mirror. 

“This is so beautiful, Nana”, you sighed, touching the jewel that rested beautifully on your neck. “I want my princess all pretty for me”, he kissed your shoulder this time while his hands traveled down your arm. You got caught by his moves and turned your attention to him. His eyes were so calm, but so dark. Your body softened in his arms, letting your head fall back a little, exposing your neck.

He started to kiss you from your shoulder with little pecks all the way to your earlobe, sending shivers down your whole body. You had to bite your lip to hold a soft moan when he softly bit your ear, taking a deep breath of your perfume.

You let your hand travel to his neck, caressing his soft black hair, turning your head to look into his eyes. Your lips were so close, almost touching, like a magnetic force pulling towards each other. His hands pressing your waist, back pressed against his chest, solid like a wall. 

You part your lips and close your eyes inviting him to start the kiss. His lips are soft and you feel him melt when your mouths connect. His body moves while kissing you, almost like a little dance, and your body follows him naturally. He cups your cheek, a thumb pressed gently in your face while the rest pull you closer. Your body starts to feel warmer and you deepen the kiss, your tongue invading his mouth needy. The kiss became sloppy and messy, hard to breathe as you devoured each other's mouths.

He turns you into his embrace. Your hands flew to his chest, cupping his gym worked tits. He mischievously smiled after looking at how tiny your hands looked in his body. He took a deep breath and dove into your mouth again. Your hands started slowly to open his buttons, your touch so soft, trying to catch him off guard.

You only managed to open half of them when he broke the kiss and grabbed your wrists. You looked into his eyes and silently challenged him. With your fists immobilized by his hands, you lashed out with your mouth. Small kisses left on the warm exposed skin of his chest. “Don’t tease me like this”, he growled, closing his eyes, but not letting you go yet. 

You started licking his smooth skin with just the tip of your tongue, making sure to breathe right after so he can feel the temperature difference. He inhaled deeply through his teeth, letting a sound of pleasure escape his mouth. He let his head drop back, just enjoying the feeling. You took that opportunity to free your hand and grab his, leading him to the bed like a predator seducing his prey. Your prey. Your foux eyes fixed in his, your lips curving in the ends. He just follows you till you grab him and throw him on the bed. He sits and looks up at you, standing taller than him. You are so close between his legs that he is almost pressing his chin in your stomach, right under your boobs.

Hands pressing his chest down, you kiss him until his back is pressed on the mattress under you. His hands caressing your waist all the time, traveling up to your ribs and back to your hips. He’s lost in the trance. He’s lost in you and what you’re doing to him right now. He almost forgot that he needed to breathe.

“Baby…”, he sighs, looking at you and breaking the kiss, “Where is this coming from?”. For a moment you thought he might be mad, but he wasn't. No. He was enjoying it too much. His gaze melted, his body surrendered to yours. You sit in his crotch, sliding your hand in his chest and unbuttoning the remaining buttons. He’s not stopping you. 

You return your lips to his mouth, down his neck and collarbone, all the way down his chest. You stopped to leave an experimental kiss right beside his nipple. He groaned and tensed his hands in your hips. You go a little further and lick it before closing your lips around, sucking gently. You feel his hips trusting your core. You smile with victory. Your boyfriend is totally lost underneath you, surrendered and pretty hard.

You feel his hand holding the back of your neck, with almost no pressure, but guiding your mouth to the other nipple. His sounds are so pretty that is making you ruin your lace lingerie that you choose just for this night, for him. You continue your journey across his abdomen (all the six packs, omg), kissing and licking all the spots you've always wanted to worship. 

He took your lips off his body when you got to the waistband of his pants, gently pulling you by your hair. “You're evil”, he whispered the words in a deep voice. You smiled and pressed your cheek to his hip, bringing your mouth so close to his already hard bulge. “You sure about this, princess?”, he looked closely at you smirking, looking for signs of doubt. But he did not. You were very sure about that. Without a word, you laid your hand down gently, fingers touching his hard cock. His mouth opened on a moan as you closed your fingers around him. Then he snapped.

He grabbed your head and pulled to his face, sitting again, shoving his tongue inside your mouth, looking desperately for yours. Fuck… He was kissing you like he was starving for days and you were his fresh meal. His hand everywhere on your body, pressing you against his chest and down in his crotch, making you roll your hips against him. You finally let out a high pitched moan when he trusted you harder. 

“This feels so much better than my pillow”, you murmur in his mouth.

“Fuck, baby…”, the only thing that he could pronounce while you speed up your hips. His lost eyes rolled back.

“Do you want me to stop?”, you tease him.

He shakes his head ‘no’.

“That’s what you wanted? All that ‘you’re not ready bullshit”,you talk like a snake, your voice comes out like hisses while you return to assault his neck, biting his perfect skin, leaving little marks. He’s just a groan mess right now, his cock pulsating inside his pants, his eyes closed. “Did you want me to take control of you so badly? … Oh baby, you could've just asked me”, you mocked. You felt your head being pulled, forcing your face below his. His sudden attitude left you breathless.

“Watch your words… or I'm gonna think that you don't want to be treated like a princess in your first time”, he threatens, his voice is dark, his eyes trailing all over your expression.

Fuck, you’re so in trouble right know. But it softens right away. His duality will drive you crazy. He gently lay back, guiding your head gently to his crotch. His lips already smiling again, his hands leaving your head just to rest behind his own.

You unzip his pants and pull them down, lowering your lips to his covered dick. Just a thin line separating his member from your mouth. You’re drooling just thinking about having him weighing on your tongue.

You face him and start pulling his underwear down, almost painfully slowly, without taking your eyes off him. You take his thick member and massage it lightly, running your small hand up and down, feeling the sensitive skin at the tip and all the prominent veins leading up to it. You feel the fluid that slowly comes out of it letting your hand slide easier. You press a little harder and twist your hand when you reach the top. A low pitched moan leaves his pretty lips again.

You stick your tongue out and lick the tip like a kitten. His eyes devour every new move you make. You take him in your mouth, moving down slowly as your jaw relaxes to accommodate his size. As you accommodate him, you move your head up and down, pressing your tongue up and sucking, twisting your fists where your mouth couldn’t reach, doing it faster as your mouth relaxes.

“Shit, baby… Do it slower”, he instructs you. A hand resting on the back of your neck, guiding your moves. “Where did you learn to do that?” His rhetorical question was cut off as you swirl your tongue around the tip, followed by a series of indistinguishable murmurs. The hand that previously rested on your neck starts to press you down, making you take him even more. He stopped before it made you gag, but he kept you there. 

“Baby, can you relax and breathe through your nose for me?” You looked at him and nodded, doing as he asked, breathing slowly through your nose, feeling your throat relax even more. He presses your head down slowly, feeling his cock go deeper into your mouth, pressing against your throat. He groans and bites his lip as he watches the member disappear.

“Now swallow”, and you did. His cock slid down your soft, warm throat until your nose was pressed into his abdomen. He looked down and saw you wet eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed. Your little hands pressed his thigh while you trying to breathe with his cock shoved down your throat. He let go of your head and you freed your mouth with a pop, spit forming lines connecting you and his dick standing tall in front of your face. 

You wanted so bad to taste his cum that you protested when he suddenly pulled you into a kiss. “What was that?”, he asked after hearing you whining. You couldn't speak the words that went through your head. “Where is your bold persona now? Pull yourself together and say what you want, princess”, he used the same tone you used with him earlier, mocking you. “Want to stop?”, he asked seriously this time, always watching your expressions.

“No… just want to make you cum…”, you replied looking into his eyes, doing your best to hold his gaze as your face burned.

“You want my cum… in your mouth?”, he asked cautiously, his voice smooth as silk in your ears. You nodded in response.

“Fuck… you just need to ask, love. Everything for my princess”, he smiled and pressed your head below his cock, right in his balls, while his other hand wrapped around his girth. “Lick them like a puppy”, he ordered. You watched intently as he massaged his cock from bottom to top, licking his balls as he asked. He was a mess, lips parted in an 'o' shape, eyes closed and head tilted back. Small beads of sweat started to run down his neck and forehead, wetting the ends of his hair that were there. His breathing getting shorter and his noises louder, his abdomen contracting. 

“You think you can swallow me again, princess?” You didn’t wait to take him in your mouth again. He looked bigger than before, weighing more on your tongue.

“Relax and swallow”, and he pressed you all the way down again, faster than before, making you choke. Your throat closing made him squirm, moaning floating through his lips.

“Tongue out”, he commanded as he took it out of your mouth, jerking faster, looking at your face. You know you looked irresistible like that. Tongue sticking out, sitting on your heels, puppy ​​eyes, waiting thirsty for his cum to drop all over your face. 

The scene in front of you was also irresistible. He looked very close to cumming, breath hitched, mouth open, eyes almost rolling back. Fuck. You slid one of your hands between your legs to try to quell the pain that was making you throb.

Without a warning beyond the loud moan, he cummed in your tongue. The thick fluid falling into your mouth made you moan too. He kept jerking his cock until he could breathe and his muscles relaxed. You waited anxiously with your tongue full of cum for him to give you an order. He looked at you and stroked your cheek gently. 

“So patient”, he praised you, looking proudly at your messy face. “Come here”, he gestured with his fingers, beckoning you closer. You were doing your best not to let the cum run off your tongue, but it was too hard. You could already feel a part slowly oozing out. 

He helped you climb onto his lap, straddling his lap. “Oww, you are making a mess”, he took out his own tongue and licked what was running from the corner of your mouth. You didn't know you could feel even more horny than you were feeling right now. “Kiss me”, he ordered, already passing his tongue on yours, scooping someone from your mouth just to shove it right back. 

It was the messiest kiss of your life, cum dripping from the corners of your mouth as you shared. You couldn't control your hips rolling in this tight, pressing on your throbbing point, wanting some relief from the burning sensation in your core. In the end, he made you swallow everything, until the last drop of his cum. Hands gripping hard in your hips, helping you to keep the rhythm as it became out of step.

“Are you sure it's your first time, princess?”, Jaemin jokes, his voice still rough from moaning. 

“I just did it in my mind… a lot of times”, you admitted, sheepishly at the end.

“Have you been thinking about humping my thigh too?”, he forced your face to look in his eyes. His grip slowed your movements, making you whine.

“Nana… don’t stop”, your voice was like a whisper in his ears.

“My mouth is better than my thigh, you know?. Come here, baby”. He helped you out of bed and slowly began to take off your dress. His warm hands pushed the dress off your curves, letting it fall to your feet. 

He reached out and took your hand, guiding you to the bed again, but this time more romantically, laying you gently on your back on the soft mattress. He kissed your lips and imitated what you had done to him. He went down your body leaving wet kisses and small bites. Every new place his mouth touched burned your skin, making you shiver. 

He put your leg over his shoulder and looked into your eyes. His lips were so close you could almost feel them touching you. He stuck out his tongue and pressed against you. He maintained eye contact until his eyes closed in pleasure at the taste of you. He began to quickly move up and down past your swollen clit to your tight entrance, slightly sticking his tongue inside of you.

A new sensation was added when he started stroking you with his thumb. He pressed in and out, each time letting himself in deeper, until you felt him inside you, massaging your velvet walls. Your legs trembled around his head and you felt him chuckle pressed into you. The thumb quickly turned into one finger, then two, in and out in a slow, almost painful rhythm. Your body was sweating and your mind was going insane. You were almost there, but it seemed to be unreachable at the pace he was dictating.

You started rolling your pelvis against his face, trying to get his tongue to go faster.  He moaned with your movements and stopped, leaving his tongue out for you to use as you pleased. You started to fuck against his tongue, at the pace you knew would make you come. Your fingers tangled in his hair and pressed him even closer. The vibrations of his moans further increased your confidence and your pleasure. He kept his fingers firmly inside you, abusing a specific spot that brought you even closer to exploding. 

And then you did it. Pleasure flooded through your body and every muscle tensed, eyes rolling back, breathing paused as the sensation spread. And you melted in his mouth. He greedily licked all the pleasure that oozed out of your pussy. You didn't notice it but you've been pulling his hair all the time, pressing his face almost inside you. You couldn't get enough of it.

He made your orgasm last as long as possible. You protested when he took his fingers away from you, feeling the emptiness. His feline eyes were squinted at you. Satiated? He seemed far from being. He was just getting started and you didn't know if your body could take it anymore. You've never had more than one orgasm and surely your fingers didn't give you as much pleasure as his mouth did now. 

He laid his head on your thigh and waited until your body stopped shaking. His hands caressed your legs and hips, calming your senses. He looked like a predator softening up prey before attacking.

Like a cat, he crawled over your body, stopping at your chest. Your peaked nipples were an invitation for him to take them between his lips. He sucked gently as he swirled his tongue around it. His hand reached out, taking it and squeezing it gently.

“What was it like to use my face, princess?”, he whispered in your ear while his hand was still busy playing with your breast. 

“Incredible. But I want you inside me now.”

“Ohh, inside you? Come on then.”, he quickly spun you onto him, leaving you sitting on his hip. His hard cock rested on his stomach. Fuck... you couldn't believe all that had gone into your mouth moments before. He looked bigger now compared to the small distance from your entrance to your navel. 

“Worried?”, he asked as he watched your eyes travel over his body.

“I'm… a little… worried if it's going to hurt”, you pouted. He broke into a smile as soon as you shared your thoughts. “It looks so… rock solid”. Your words made him laugh out loud. 

“Yes, princess. It’s really hard right now”. He guided your hips until you had your lips pressed against his cock. He moved you the full length of his size, leaving a glittering trail behind. He stopped when you reached the tip, circling your clitoris deftly. He was stimulating you with the tip of his cock. Your body started to heat up again as your pussy managed to get even wetter.

He pulled your body against his defined chest, devouring your mouth without ceasing to minister against your sensitive spot. His hand burning all over your body. He was such a great kisser that you almost forgot that you’re about to be ripped open by his member. You felt a hand slip between your bodies. You felt him positioning the tip just in front of your entrance. You felt the pressure trying to get inside you. 

“Keep kissing me”, he ordered. He guided you down his dick, slowly. Your walls contracting with the entrance almost made your eyes roll over. Fuck, you’re feeling everything. All the bulging veins, the perfect shape of the tip, the delicious upward curve of his cock. Everything. The mixed feeling of discomfort and pleasure left your body confused. How could this be so good?

Then he stopped. You've never felt so full in your entire life. Your insides pulsed around him. 

“Hmm, you did so well, baby. When you're ready, use me however you like”, his free hand caressing your cheek. 

“Fuck, Nana…”, your head finally falls on his shoulder, trying to relax the rest of your body.

He patted your head while holding your butt pressed against him. You began rolling your hips experimentally, small circles at the base that further expanded your small hole. Each time it seemed to slide more easily through your walls. His growls below your ear matched the sounds you were making.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick now. You wanted this so bad.”

Your ass began to pick up the pace, rising and sitting again, deeper and faster, the pain no longer hurting. Just pleasure running free all over your body. You could feel his body tensing, his breath unstable, little curses and praises flowing through your ears. 

You rested your hands on his chest and pushed yourself up, making him penetrate you even deeper, if that was possible. His gaze went from your face to where he disappeared inside you. His hand landed on your belly where a small bump formed. Your mind spun as you went up and down and saw the bump move. You looked at him in awe.

You started to set the pace faster, digging your nails into his chest, head dropped back, sweat nearly dripping into the valley of your breasts. Your thighs were burning with the movement, but it felt too good to stop. 

He watched your expressions of pleasure and frustration. He knew you had never come with penetration before. His thumb began to press against your already throbbing clit. The other hand guided your errant movement bouncing on his member. 

You slapped his hand off your pussy so you could reach your orgasm yourself, rubbing your clit the way you like it, pressing hard and fast. Jaemin was controlling himself a lot watching you use his body to achieve your pleasure. His eyes traveling between your face and your hand between your bodies. He didn't know if he could take much longer without coming before you. 

You felt your insides contract as well as your muscles. Your body spasms on top of him like electrical waves. You stopped your hips as your body processed the most wholesome orgasm you have ever had. Your moans echoed in the room and you had to place your hands on his chest so that your body didn't completely collapse.

There were so many sensations that you didn't notice when he quickly took your wrists and laid you down on the bed. With your wrists pinned above your head with one of his hands, he started to fuck your clenching walls. You involuntarily tried to get out from under him, but you were still with his other hand pressing down on your hips.

You didn't know what it was, but the overstimulation was driving you to a second orgasm without you having recovered from the first one. Now his hips were pressing hard and fast against you. Your name escaped his mouth in a mixture of groans and grunts. Maybe you felt it when the tears started to escape your eyes rolled with pleasure, but you’re not sure.

“I'm gonna cum deep inside you when you cream on my cock again, princess”, his voice came out as a deep, almost menacing growl. His brows were furrowed as his tongue pressed against his cheek. His eyes were just open enough to see you squirming beneath him.

“Please, Jaemin…”, you begged right away as the pressure on your G-spot was too much and the warm sensation took over your body again. 

The warm sensation wasn't just from your pleasure, but also from his cum being injected inside you. He pressed his cock so deep that you thought that you really were being split open. He stopped thrusting but you could feel him pulsing as he came with you.

You both remained catching your breath still inside each other. He slightly loosened his grip in your wrists and began massaging in small circles where he had pressed hard before. His lips left brief kisses down your face and neck while your minds returned to reality.

“Ow princess, why are you crying?”, he gently asked as he felt tears cut the path of his kisses. 

You shook your head in response. You didn't know why you were crying, but you didn't want him to think he had hurt you. He held you tight against his chest, stroking your hair as he soothed you.

“I'm feeling like I'm floating…”, you struggle to talk and think at the same time, but you manage to communicate with an airy voice.

“I’m here with you. Take a deep breath”, his nurturing voice came back. You're feeling so embraced in his warm figure that you could sleep right away. “You did so well, princess. You were such a good girl for me. I’m so lucky to have you”, he said and then kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Nana… why not before?”, you looked in his eyes.

“Why didn't we do this before?”

You nodded in agreement.

“I wanted you so bad, baby. But I hated the feeling of corrupting you like you were an innocent teenage girl”, he replied promptly, caressing your cheek and wiping the trail of the tears that had flowed earlier. “You're such a strong woman in all aspects of your life, Y/n. I wanted your confident self like this too. And the wait was worth it”, he smiled and kissed your lips affectionately.

“But you're going to have to tell me later where you learned all this…”, he said in a playful voice, lightly tickling your neck. Your face couldn't be hotter than it is right now from embarrassment.

“Now we're going to take a shower and then I'm going to prepare something for us to eat, okay?”, you cracked a smile as he picked you up.

Fuck, Na Jaemin… How could he be such a perfect man?

[slutforavatar]

“Your killin me”

Pairing: Lo’ak x Na’vi!Reader

Word count: 2.6k

Reader and Lo’ak are aged up to 18

warnings:fluff, swearing, mentions of death, arguing, lo’ak being an idiot in love, making out !!

Me and lo’ak, Lo’ak and I. We have been inseparable since birth, everything I know it came from lo’ak his ways have rubbed off on me. My mother and father had passed a few years back when I was 13, they were at war with the sky people and they never came back, it broke me they were my only blood family i had left but then the Sully family were so kind to take me in and care for me. “Y/n!” I turn to see Lo’ak flying down back from war on his Ikran “Lo’ak!” i shout as I run over to his Ikran “what took you so long” I look up at him as he climbs off his Ikran slowly, I cock an eyebrow wondering why he was moving so slow “the passage was blocked so we had to take another, longer way” I walk close to his body and examine “your injured” I look at his back “you think i didnt know” he laughs slightly, I run my fingers over the small cut on his back softly so I dont hurt him “we need to get you bandged up” I look around his back and arms to look for anymore injuries and to his luck there wasnt any other “I’m fine y/n its just a scratch” I examine the cut once again “its not just a scratch, its pretty deep we need someone to stitch it up” i sigh “no im fine” he slightly hits me with his tail in the stomach, I swat his tail away then I press my hand around the cut, I press slightly hard around it. He turns to face me and hisses at me “you skxwang whyd you do that” his nose scrunch up as he looks at me “see I told you its bad come on” I grab his hand and I pull him towards the healers “no I dont want them to do it” I turn to face him, I look up at his face and I notice a small scratch across his right cheek “who do you want to fix you up then huh?” I run my thumb across his hand that i’m still holding tight “i want you to do it please” He looks at me with pleading eyes, how could i say no? “fine” I drag him towards the healers station “lay on your stomach please” he does what I say without a fight and I’m surprised. I gather all the stuff I need then I sit beside him, I cross my legs then I start organising everything I need for the small yet deep cut on his back. “Lo’ak this is gonna hurt a bit okay” I look over at him but hes facing towards the door not looking at me “I’ll be fine, im strong” he says proudly and I chuckle “oh shut it you skxwang” I try covering my smile but I was unsuccessful “im not even looking at you and I can tell your smiling” he laughs “shut up and let me patch you up” I roll my eyes.

“You ready?” he nods his head as I look down at his back, I put the first stitch in and his body jolts “im sorry” i use my free hand to soothingly rub his lower back. Another stitch “fuck” he whispers and i sigh, I hate seeing him in pain, i hate saying goodbye before he goes off to war not knowing if i’ll ever see him again, my worst nightmare is him leaving for war but then never returning, my body shudders. Lo’ak is my everything I’d break if i lost him. “Are we almost

finished?” I hear the tremble in his voice and a frown forms on my face “two more lo” I finish stitching him up “you alright?” I rub his lower back hoping it’ll make him feel a little better “yes thankyou” he mumbles, ‘pull yourself away y/n before you get hurt, before he gets hurt’. I pull my hand away then I quickly stand up, he sits up slowly then he looks up at me confused “where are you going?” his big green eyes stare into my soul “promised i’d help tuk with something” I lied but he seemed convinced so I quickly walked off.

The past 2 weeks had be hard, I hadnt watched him fly off for war the past two times, I need to put some distances between us so if hes gone it wont hurt as bad but its hard to do that when you live with him. “Y/n come swim with us in the lake” I look at Lo’ak then Neteyam, tuk, spider then Kiri.“I dont feel the best so I’m just gonna stay here” Kiri gives me a weird look as if she can read through me “you sure?” I turn to look at the human boy “yeah im sure” I ignore lo’aks stare “fine” Lo’ak says plainly then he turns away “come on then guys” Then they’re off.

Neteyams POV

“bro whats up with y/n, what’d you do to her” I walk over to him as Kiri and spider straggle behind talking about whatever “I haven’t done anything” he shrugs as he looks at his feet “well she wont just ignore you for weeks if you havent done anything, just apologise for whatever it was” I pat his back softly the tuk grips on my hand and pulls it “how far until were there” she groans “not far tuk” I reassure her, shes so impatient “I havent done anything so Im not saying sorry” he shrugs “your too stubborn” I roll my eyes

Y/ns POV

I miss his warm hands on mine, Lo’ak and I had a very touchy friendship, we always had to be touching one an another either holding hands, my hand on his arm or his hand on my lower back. I think we both just liked that it reassured us that we were still here, alive and not a victim to the sky people. But thats why i have to distance myself so it wont hurt so badly, I wont break if hes gone, as much as it hurts now to be away from him is just me saving myself from pain sooner or later.

Week 3 of barely talking to Lo’ak and its driving me crazy, I miss him so badly. We exchange glances at home and we say a ‘goodnight’ everynight thats really all. I cant even tell if he cares were not talking anymore he barely shows he cares.

As I’m closing my eyes I hear someones steps shuffling towards me, I slowly open my eyes and to my surprise Lo’ak is standing over me “y/n we need to talk get up” he says with a stern voice, I look around at everyone sleeping and I sigh because i know this’ll turn into an argument and I dont want to wake anyone “come on” I stand up and I head towards the forest.

We’ve been walking for about 5 minutes and no one has said a word, I look around at the glowing plants and I smile “y/n” my smile drops and I turn to face the youngest Sully boy “yes?” my gaze is everywhere but his eyes “whats going on with us” his words come out with a harsh tone “nothing were fine” i lie, nothings fine I miss him so badly but I’m scared, he scoffs “were fine” he mimicks me “yes were fine” I confirm as I look at the trees behind him “you cant even look at me y/n” he scoffs, i open my mouth to say something but no words come out, he steps closer to me and I suck in a breath as our chests are almost touching, this is the closest we’ve been in 3 weeks, I feel the heat radiating off him and my knees buckle. My eyes widen as I feel a strong hand on my jaw forcing me to look at him. The war has changed him, made him colder. “Look at me y/n.” he says blankly, my eyes shift to his face “what have I done?” his gaze makes me feel tiny, my eyes roam around his face taking in the features of his face oh how I miss running my hands across his cheeks. “You haven’t done anything, were fine” I try to give him the most convincing look “then why have you been fucking ignoring me for 3 weeks” his voice sounds desperate for answers “I havent, we’ve both been busy” I lie once again and he scoffs “busy? busy doing what” he moves his hand away from my face “ive been busy helping around the villiage and you’ve been busy with the war, not to mention you’ve also started thinking about finding a mate” my words shrink his eyes widen “finding a mate?” I look away embarrassed. “Is that why you're not talking to me? You think I've found a mate?” he looks down at me then shakes his head “no i dont” I walk away from him “no” he says plainly and shakes his head,I stopped confused “what?” I look at him “you’ve found a mate haven’t you” his voice trembles, I look up at him “lo’ak your so stupid” I laugh and he looks at me confused “I haven’t got a mate and i'm not ignoring you so please just lets end this conversation here” I start walking off into the forest, I need to be alone. “Y/n stop walking away from me it's not fair” he whines quietly and I turn to face him “Lo’ak I’m not ignoring you but I think it's best if we give each other space” I run my hands over my face “you cant do that y/n” he shouts as he walks over to me “I can and I just did” I walk faster, im an idiot for doing this “you have no fucking reason to do this y/n” he sounds so desperate for answers and I hate myself for this, im hurting him. I don't say anything and I walk faster hoping he doesnt catch up “its killing me y/n” I stop at his words but i dont face him “you're killin me” I can tell in the way he's speaking hes crying, I hug my body as I let hot tears roll down my face your ruining this all y/n. “some friendships dont last forever lo’ak” he winces “were not just friends y/n you know that” he waves his arms in the air “im sorry lo’ak i really am” he scoffs “no your not” he shakes his head “fuck you y/n” he wipes the tears off his cheeks then walks back towards home.

“y/n come on breakfast is ready” tuk jumps around me “i wanna be alone tuk please” i pull my blanket over my head as I close my eyes “whyy everyones already up” she tries to pull the blanket off me “tuk please” I sigh she then gives up then walks out to the family.

Kiri had come to see me a few times during the day to check on me because I still haven't moved “come on y/n you gotta eat please” she tries to convince me to get up and eat “m’not hungry” i mumble, she rubs her hand across my hip “whatever is going on between you and lo’ak need to figure it out its killing you both” my ears twitch at her last few words “what do you mean killing us both he doesnt care” i sigh “he hasn’t spoken to anyone all day and he just took off on his Ikran” she replies softly and my eyes widen “see y/n hes not even talking or annoying dad, somethings definitely wrong” i close my eyes “theres no point in talking to him im sure he hates me now” she scoffs “lo’ak sully hating you?, never that boy loves you” she laughs “eh” i shrug “just go talk go him okay?” she smiles “maybe” i whisper then I close my eyes.

It's been 3 days since I ended mine and Lo’aks friendship and I still have barely gotten out of bed, let alone spoke to lo’ak.

“Lo’ak” I walk up to him just as he’s climbing on his Ikran “y/n” he doesn’t even bother looking at me ouch “your right its not fair that I just broke our friendship off with no explanation” he still doesnt turn around to face me “i know im right now tell me what was the reason for you to break my heart like that” he sighs, i drop my gaze to the ground “its stupid” i shake my head “tell me” he demands, I take a deep breathe in and i contemplating if im really going to tell him fuck it “I wanted to distance myself from you because i was so scared that you were gonna leave for war then not return, i wanted to make sure i’d distance myself from you so it wouldnt hurt as bad” i swallow the lump in my throat holding back the tears, he turns to face me “that is so stupid” he moves towards me “i know but after losing my parents i dont think i could handle losing you, if would break me lo” I sniffle as a few tears drop down my face “if you were so scared of losing me you shouldve told me not possibly ruining what we have” he shakes his head “i know i know and I’m so sorry lo’ak i just freaked out i guess” he sighs then wraps his strong arms around my waist then pulls me into his chest, i wrap my arms around his neck and i rest my head on his chest “please dont leave me lo’ak your my everything” i feel his heart beat speed up against my cheek “trust me y/n i dont plan on leaving you anytime soon” i smile softly as push myself closer to his body “i see you y/n” my eyes shoot open as he says those words “what?” i look up at him and i search his face for any signs of this being a joke “you heard me y/n” i smile widely “i see you too my lo’ak” he smiles widely at my words “are you serious?” i smile back at him and i nod my head softly, he places his hands on the back of my thighs then picks me up “i have been waiting for you to say those words since we were 13 years old” i laugh “i knew you were obsessed with me this whole time” he rolls his eyes then crashes his lips onto mine, my eyes flutter shut then i let our lips mould together. My heart feels like its beating to the point its gonna burst out, im surprised he cant feel it against his chest “ive been waiting for this for so many years” he mumbles against my lips “you should've made a move years ago then” i mumble. I slide my tongue across his bottom lip, he opens his mouth slightly and I slip my tongue into his mouth ‘mmm’ he moans into my mouth sending vibrations through my whole body “you guys made up? and made out?” I quickly pull away and my head snaps towards Kiri, Neteyam, tuk and spider “yeah we did” i smirk as I look at Lo’ak “finally” tuk rolls her eyes “now y/n will actually get out of bed to play with me” she jumps up and down “oh shush tuk” i giggle

I dont really like this one but i had to post smt!

i think im getting writers block 😭

[reidmania]

HIS GIRL — neteyam sully.

genre - fluff, little bit of angst

summary - neteyam and y/n have been friends for as long as they can remember, neither know when it changed, but it did, now they dont know how to feel with the newfound emotions

characters - y/n, fem! na’vi reader, aged up neteyam

words - 1.6k

warnings - use of y/n, basically just fluff, tinest bit off ansgt if you drink a bottle of vodka, roll around ten times then squint.

authors note - thank you for all the support, i love u guys. mwah mwah

THE SKY was the prettiest y/n had seen it for days, arms spread out against the warm grass that was soft to the touch, her hands begged to grip on it, threading each thread of grass through her fingers, letting it slip through slowly as time passed.

eyes were pressed shut as her face stayed calm, it wasn't difficult to relax in an atmosphere like this. although she loved the chaos of the forest she loved her downtime just as much, just little moment's like this to relax and debrief her mind.

she heard movement in the trees, it was so quiet she could immediately tell who it was, her eyes never opened as she spoke. "hi teyam" she muttered, voice slightly hoarse from the lack of talking.

she heard a load groan from the bushes, the elder obvious upset at the fact his plan to scare the girl had failed miserably. "thats so dumb, how do you always know" he said, rolling his eyes as he laid down next to her.

she opened one eye, turning to face his eyes, that was already looking at her. she felt almost small under his gaze, the heavyness of his stare made her feel almost like she was about to psss out.

he could be doing the simplest things, and the moment they made eye contact, she was done — this wasn't until recently.

it wasn't until a month ago that she started to notice the lingering touches and the way her skin would burn for even moments after. she would catch herself staring at him for just a minute too long and then she would be imagining all these crazy things.

"just used to it i guess" alara smiled, tilting her head slightly as she stared at the oldest son who was standing in front of her, her hand came to cover the right of her eye, blinding the sun from getting through.

as he went to sit down, she sat up, he sat questionably close, maybe she was just making it up, giving herself delusions to cling onto. there was no way he was into her like she was him, so she shook the ideas away.

he let out a deep exhale, stretching his shoulders. "what are you doing?" she asked, turning her gaze to him. he tilted his head as he yawned.

"im exhusted, dad keeps making me do all these things, apparently all the things ill have to do when im the chief" he rolled his eyes, dramatically flopping into the lap of the girl besides him.

a laugh left her throat, despite the heavy feeling in her chest from the physical contact, "he just wants to prepare you" she said, running a hand over his braids.

"yeah but i dont see him doing half the shit he is showing me" neteyam muttered, closing his eyes as he started shaking his head in her lap.

she hummed, threading his braids in between his fingers. "your braids need to be redone" y/n said.

he opened his eyes, "you can re-do them"

her heart sank as she almost answered. she normally gave the world to hang out with the older sully kid, but her mind almost fogged the memory from the last time she had braided the boys hair.

she remembered how they shared a breath, after they argued because neteyam kept moving his head, so he stood up, and she stood up, the two both facing each other sharing an angry breathe.

she remembered the way there eyes locked and how his eyes flicked down to her lips. she remembered how he leant in.

she remembered how neytiri walked in, and how she pushed him away. she remembered how she walked out after and the two didn't talk for a solid two weeks, until he came up to her as if none of it had never happened.

"maybe you're mom should do them, i think im going to be busy over the next few days" she said, smiling softly, because it wasn't a lie, she was meant to be helping his grandmother and kiri after the war party comes back and that often left her very busy for a few days.

"i cant wait till you're not" he said, pushing himself off of her legs, to sit, facing her. his eyes stayed on her face while she looked anywhere but at his.

"you need them re-done before the war. or else they will get caught. messy. you might get hurt" the girl muttered, playing with the grass in front of her.

"i dont care" he said, voice bland, almost as if he was trying to get a point across, one she was so obviously missing.

she finally caved, looking over at him. she could tell he wanted something. something he had been wanting for ages, something she had been avoiding.

"neteyam" she said, her voice not as stern nor as strong as she had wanted or expected it to be, instead it cane out more like a beg.

"y/n" he said, tilting his head the other way, his tone less whiney as hers, more stern and serious, almost comforting.

but nothing about this was comforting. alara inhaled deeply, his eyes flickered to her lips. it seemed like he was holding back.

but he didn't want to, not anymore. his hand found its way to her jaw, his hand held it, as he moved in closer, she wanted to give in.

"neteyam" she whispered, scared that maybe if she spoke any louder he would get up and walk away, like she had.

"please" he said, - or he begged. he knew she wanted this too. "please y/n" he said, his voice just as soft as hers.

she couldn't help but let her eyes flick down to his lips, and he noticed, they both made eye contact.

y/n gasped as she snapped back into reality. this could not happen. she stood up quickly, walking backwards away from him as he stood up as well.

"neteyam no" she said, placing her arm out. "no no we can't" she said.

he stepped forward, and she stepped back. "y/n " he said, tone begging.

"it will ruin everything neteyam" she said as tears brimmed her eyes. her friendship with him was all she had, and she wasn't willingly to ruin it over a silly kiss and some childish feelings.

"y/n, i see you. i do" he said, taking serveral steps towards her. "i love you" he said, "i have- i do. please- why are you running away from this"

"we cant neteyam. you- youre dad- your whole family, they will not approve of m-"

she was cut off by neteyam walking up to her, grabbing her waist, smashing their lips together, she didn't move away but instead let herself melt into the kiss.

finally when they broke away, y/n let out a heavy breath. neteyam chased the kiss, connecting there lips again. y/n knew she needed to pull away.

this wasn't good. she couldn't do this. everything was going to fall apart. but she couldn't pull away.

neteyam tightened his hold, pulling her body flush against him, the two impossibly close. 

y/n finally pulled away, stepping out of his grasp, despite the fight. she refused eye contact for as long as she could, but when her eyes met his her heart fell.

his eyes were full of hope, and terror. scared she would leave again. the two weeks she avoided him we're hell. complete hell. he drove himself almost insane being away from her. he couldn't lose it again.

y/n's eyes softened, yet her heart was heavy. she frowned. "neteyam you know-"

he breathed out, "yes y/n. i know what youre going to say. but i don't care. i want you" he said, "doesn't that count for something?" he muttered.

he felt her slipping away, and he refused to let so happen. she couldn't keep running from this in the fear something might go wrong.

"you know i care about you- so - so much." she started, neteyam now frowned. "your family will not approve." she said.

neteyam groaned, stepping backwards. "for once stop thinking about everybody else?  what do you want?" he said, y/n looked down.

"you know what i want neteyam" y/n said, looking up at him.

he smiled softly. "but it doesn't matter when your family wont approve"

"they already have."

y/n'a gaze snapped upwards. eyes widened in both confusion and shock. "y/n they approve. they have for ages. since we were little. theres no one they want me to be with more"

"and you just told me now? ive spent the last ten minutes panicking" she said, looking at him with the ever so softest smile.

"shut up" he said, dragging her in by her waist, kissing her again.

as his arms wrapped around her, placing a soft kiss upon her forehead as she placed her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso.

"i see you, neteyam" she said, voice lightly muffled by his chest. he smiled, not responding but placing another kiss on the girls forehead.

not just any girl.

his girl.

[tillthelandslide]

Wintering - Matty Healy One Shot

A/n: dedicated to my wonderful @insidemymind19 who I love beyond compare. I wanted to do something to show you how much you mean to me and how I will always always be here for you, no matter what. I wish it was better but this is literally the first thing I've written in ages so sorry about that, Ive been a bit fucked recently so I apologise to everyone awaiting fics from me... dont get your hope up please. Anyway this is for you my love <3. To everyone else: please enjoy this very very early Christmas fic

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Your socked feet rub against Matty's as you sit on your sofa, one of his arms wrapped securely around your shoulders, keeping you warm and making you feel safe. His other hand holds a mug of steaming hot chocolate that you had made him, whipped cream, marshmallows and all. He chuckled when you handed him the mug, asking where you managed to find heart shaped marshmallows, you held a finger to your lips and he laughed again, murmuring an "I love you" up at you before begging you to sit down with him.

He's clad in a warm, cosy black knit sweater, matching yours, except yours is far too big (you stole it from him) and the sleeves are wrapped around your hands. He wants nothing more than to hold your hand in his, he'd even let his hot chocolate go cold for it. But you look far too comfortable and he'd feel far far too guilty if he interrupted that, or if the drink you made him went cold. He knew you'd scold him for both so instead he squeezes your shoulder and presses his lips to your cheek.

"The quicker we drink these, the faster we can get to my surprise" he says with a cheeky smile. You can't help but smile back, blowing on your own drink and taking a sip, which makes him smile too.

"good girl" he mumbles and he chuckles at the way your eyebrows raise, as if to say "don't start something you can't finish Healy"

"You still won't tell me anything else about it?" You ask and he shakes his head. All he has told you is that he's taking you somewhere, the location unknown but he said Ross and his new missus (your long term best friend) would be meeting you both there. He also told you to wrap up warm, so your coat, gloves, scarf and the cute little hat he had bought you, wait by the door. You knew anywhere you went right now you'd need to be wrapped up, when you woke this morning a soft layer of snow coated the ground and although you hadn't looked, you'd guess it was thicker now.

"It's a surprise love I told you that" he says and presses another kiss to your cheek.

"I know... But I thought your super hot, wonderful loving , funny fiancé might be able to get it out of you" you say as you place your (almost) finished cup of hot chocolate down. A hand appears from your jumper and he mirrors your actions, placing his own cup down before interweaving his hand with yours. One thing about Matty that you hated at first, was that he would never finish a hot drink, always leaving half of it behind, insisting that it never stayed warm long enough. Years of dating him and you had picked up the habit yourself, a fact that always makes his heart swell. 

He lifts your hand to his mouth, pressing against your finger, right below the ring that sparkles under the light. You smile at him, and you watch the way his eyes sparkle back at you, clearly in love. He still shakes his head though, not wanting to ruin the surprise. 

"My lips are sealed..." He says with a smirk. You raise an eyebrow.

"You know I could call your best friend... I'm sure he owes me a favour or six..." You say and Matty chuckles and once again shakes his head.

"You wouldn't... Besides he is my best friend for a reason, my secrets are his secrets" he says and that makes you smile.

"Fair point... Suppose I'll have to call MY best friend" you say and Matty's face falls. You and your best friend told each other everything, and you knew that no matter what, she’d always be there for you (a/n: i promise Evie). Your hand barely reaches your phone before he's pinned you down, making you giggle.

"Don't love!! It's supposed to be a surprise" he says and digs his fingers into your sides, making you giggle.

"Okay okay I surrender" you say, giving in to him, he doesn't remove himself from you though, he only lowers himself until your lips are pressed against each other, breaking when your smiles get too big.

"I love you so much" he says against your mouth and not a second later you're repeating words back to him.

He texts Ross and his missus that you’re on their way soon after, when you’re both wrapped up warm and your gloved hands are holding each other as you walk to the car.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay driving in this Matty?" You ask,one hand reaching in front of you and catching the snowflakes, watching as they land on your gloved hand, with a huge smile on your face. Matty smiles at the sight, his heart hammering in his chest. You then slide into the car. Matty simply wraps his hands around both of yours, and smiles at you.

"You worry too much" he says with a brief kiss to your mouth before he begins driving. Soon the surprise is revealed when he parks the car along a side road. What gives it away is the sparkly lights coating the street and the Christmas decorations hanging everywhere. You see the various Christmas stools in the distance and smile widely, squealing loudly and making him chuckle.

"Knew you'd be excited" he says with a smile as he puts the car into park. "Stay there" he says, covering his curls with a beanie before leaving the car, walking to your side and opening the door, leaning down to kiss you again.

"You're the best" you mumble into his mouth, standing and closing the door behind you.

“I know how much you love winter and I know it's a while until Christmas but I wanted to take you here before we went to see my family,” he explains.

“It's perfect Matty, thank you” you kiss him once before pulling away, loving the way he leans forward for one more.

“Lets not leave the newly-weds waiting “ he says with a smile.

You find Ross and your best friend (his wife) (a/n: me hehe) soon enough, both red at the cheeks and holding warm drinks in their gloved hands. They're both quick to hug you and you begin walking around the market. You talk about various things, the topic of your impending wedding being the centre of conversation. You and Matty had pretty much everything planned out and you were beyond excited for the day. You and your best friend giggle about all sorts whilst the guys catch up. 

It's not long until Matty is at your side again, walking with his hand in yours. You smile at the couple walking next to you, Ross' arm wrapped tightly around her frame and holding her close.

"Trust me mate... Being married is the best thing" he says and it makes you smile.

"I can't wait" Matty says honestly, turning to you and pecking your lips again.

"Me neither" you smile. You've never felt happier. Christmas markets were your favourite thing, the joy you felt as you looked at all the cute little stools was only amplified by being with your best friend, her husband, and your soon to be husband. Nothing could make it better, or so you think.

Just when your face is aching from smiling and laughing you see four people walking towards you, huge smiles on their faces and you recognize them immediately.

You turn to Matty almost instantly, a look of shock on your face "surprise!!" He says. Then you're wrapped in more hugs, from George, Charli, Carly and Hann (and baby Hann) .

"the gangs back together" Charli says after hugging you tightly.

You walk around the Christmas market, Matty buys you various handmade Christmas decorations. You fill up on delicious food and treats and Matty never leaves your side.

You all stop at the huge Christmas tree at the centre of the stools. Matty hooks his arms around you as you stare up at him, Ross does the same for his wife, as does George to Charli and Hann for Carly, their son standing squeezed into their side. Each couple was beyond happy as Christmas music played around them. 

"It's beautiful" you say and you feel Matty smile against your cheek, his lips pressed there for a few moments.

“So are you Evie” it makes you smile. 

"This has been the best day Matty, thank you" you say, turning in his arms.

"You're welcome my love" he says, smiling down at you.

"I love you so much" you say. You feel snowfall onto your cheek but Matty is quick to wipe it away with his gloved thumb.

"I love you more, so much more" he says, lowering his mouth to yours. A kiss in the snow, it's perfect.

The whole day is perfect. 

[hopefulromances]

maybe kind of angsty? but "Opening up about trauma/past negative experiences", i've been thinking about how jamie would react with the other person also having an alcoholic / abusive parent, if he would "relax" because they can identify with his experience, or would he recoil because of his own trauma

TW: Talk of abuse, drunkness, angst

You stared at your phone. The voicemail notification was taunting you. It was a call from a number you hadn't heard from in a long time, one you thought you'd never hear from again. Knowing Jamie would be home in a few minutes, you wanted to get this over with before he got him. He didn't need to deal with this, he already had enough going on in his life.

Hestitantly, you pressed play on the voicemail.

"Hi (Y/N), it's your mum. I know we haven't talked in a while and I understand why. I just... I wanted you to know that I've been going to meetings and working on getting better. I've heard about you and you're doing... god, you're doing so well, darling. I just want to talk. Give me a call back. Love you."

You hadn't realized you were crying until a splash of a teardrop hit the phone. It'd been years. Years since the argument that sent you fleeing from her house, vowing never to talk to her again.

"Babe?" Jamie's voice surprised you by how close he was. How long had he been in the room? Had he heard the voice mail? You frantically started to get up, wiping at your tears to try and hide them.

"Hey, Jamie!" You walked over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "How was training?"

You tried to walk past him but he grabbed you by your arms and forced you to stay in front of him. "Are you crying?"

You let out a fake laugh. "What? No! No, just my allergies you know how I get."

He stared at you. Damn this man. He could see right through you. You bit your lip, willing yourself not to cry anymore.

"I just... I got a call from my mum," you explained, looking down.

"Your mum?" he echoed, cocking his head. You didn't talk much about your mother. Bad memories.

"Yeah... she... she wants to see me," you said lamely. "And I haven't seen her in probably ten years."

A few minutes later you were sitting at the kitchen table with Jamie bringing you a cup of your favorite tea. He sat across from you giving you space but still having his hand on the table for you to grab if need be.

"The last time I saw my mom... she was drunk. Growing up, since my dad died, she was always drunk. But I learned how to manage. But this one day, I was... 15 I think? I just snapped. I was tired of it. Of her.. ridicule, telling me I wasn't pretty like she was when she was my age. That I was a slut everytime I tried to leave the house. How I wouldn't amount to anything."

You closed your eyes, remembering the insults that she'd hurled at me. A jealous mother, wishing she could be her child. "So I left, and I never looked back. And now she's calling me. Telling me she's changed that she wants to see me, and I dont... I don't know what to do."

Jamie stared at you as he tried to understand his own emotions. His own father had managed to slither his way back into his life once he got famous and squeeze him for every good thing he had. No way he was going to let someone do that to the woman he loved. He scooched his chair over, awkwardly loudly, so he was sitting next to you.

Hesitantly, he brought his arm around you and as soon as you felt him, you buried yourself in him.

"Whatever you do or don't do. If you want to see her, great, if not, also great. I'm here. I'll make sure she doesn't hurt you." He told you firmly, keeping you wrapped up in his arms. "I'll make sure no one ever hurts you again.

[petersbaby]

HI YOU LEGALLY HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS SONG WHILE YOU READ THIS FIC ITS A LAW I DECLARED AND IF YOU DONT ILL CATCH YOU

I adore you - Gareth Emerson x reader

Warnings: alcohol/drinking, some angst, smut, loss of virginity so a bit of classic and obligatory awkwardness. Gareth is aged up to 18

Get me a drink, I get drunk off one sip

Just so I can adore you

I want the entire street out of town

Just so I can be alone with you

And I'll go when you're ready

My head's gettin' heavy

Pressed against your arm

I adore you

♡

-

“No, dude, I don’t wanna go. Besides, we were supposed to practice tonight.”

“We practice plenty, Gareth, we’re fucking great.” Eddie says, as if it’s the most obvious ‘duh’ statement ever said.

Jeff walks back into the room where they were hanging out.

“What do you say, practice or party?” Eddie asks the boy, who looks confused.

“Uh, I think we should just practice. You know, like we usually do.” He stammers, looking between Gareth and Eddie who both wanted him to side with them.

“Yeah? I heard Y/N is gonna be there.” Eddie offers, and Gareth’s heart drops into his stomach.

“And her friend too? The hot one?”

“Yep.” He nods.

“Party.” Jeff decides immediately.

“God damn it, fine, but only to get out of being forced to babysit while my parents go on some gross date.”

-

“You know me, right? Like, do you know me at all?” You ask, laying on your bed while your best friend applies lipgloss in your mirror.

“I do, and you’re lovely, but you’ve gotta come out of your shell.”

It had been almost a year since you got here, and you had a small group of friends. She was definitely the best, even though she sometimes pushed your boundaries. Your best friend is a popular girl, one who sort of took you under her wing from the beginning.

“This,” you gesture broadly at your bedroom, “is my shell. And I like it in here.”

“What if I told you I got the host to invite the freaks?” She smiles convincingly, wiggling her eyebrows.

Gareth. That meant Gareth.

“W-wha- why would that change anything?”

“You can mingle with them, they’re pretty awkward too, and I know about your crush on the drummer kid.”

“Okay so first, I’m not awkward, you’re insulting me. Second….”

You trail off.

“Thinking about him? The fluffy hair and the red shirt with the arms cut off?”

“Fuck.” You sigh. “Fine.”

“There we go. I did you a favor. Let’s find you something to wear and get a little makeup on you.” She turns to you and starts picturing your look. She goes to look through your closet, which feels weirdly personal for some reason.

You end up in a dress you’ve never worn that she promises is sexy but feels all too exposing, with mascara applied and vanilla gloss on your lips. Then, it’s a waiting game, counting down til it’s time to go.

-

“Ooh, I see some of my good friends. I’m gonna run over to see them. I’ll be right back.”

“You’re just abandoning me? You can’t just leave me.” You whisper-shout.

“You’ll be okay. Drink, it’ll help you have fun.”

You sigh and go to the kitchen, getting an alcoholic beverage that tasted like kool-aid and battery acid. It was strong, whatever it is, getting a buzz going rather quickly and you soon felt a little less intimidated by this whole thing. You take a moment to kind of just sit back, and watch.

-

“Oh, shit, they’re already here. That’s her car.” Jeff comments excitedly, pointing at your friend’s shiny blue sedan.

Gareth shuts his car door, putting his keys in his pocket and joining his two friends to walk into the party together. He decided to drive himself because he knew he’d probably end up wanting to leave early, Eddie and Jeff rode in Eddie’s van.

“Oh, god.” Gareth groans quietly. His stomach is full of dancing butterflies and his chest is all of a sudden pounding. He definitely should’ve smoked a joint before this, or something. Anything.

They get to the door, the long dark haired boy clutches the handle of a beat-up old tin lunch box.

“I’m gonna start finding customers, you two do whatever but nothing weird enough to get us kicked out of here.” Eddie pats both of them on the shoulder and disappears.

“We should drink, right?” Jeff asks uncomfortably. There were a lot of people.

“Right. Definitely.”

They both head to where a group of people were congregated, some of them giving dirty looks and disapproving frowns. The crowd dispersed, and the stared at two options: shitty cans of beer, or a giant tub of mystery liquid that everyone is dumping there solo cups in. That can’t be sanitary.

Gareth gives him a look when he reaches for a cup.

“What? It’s better than beer.” He defends.

“Hard pass.” Gareth shouts, grabbing a beer and popping the tab. He takes his first sip and nearly chokes on it when he sees you just then. Across the kitchen, sipping on your drink, you looked beautiful.

Little black dress but with converse instead of flats or heels, hair straightened and flowing, lips glistening while you try not to bite them. You lock eyes with Gareth, you both looked a little overwhelmed and scared so you decide to just come up to him. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Y/N, hi,” he blurted out, and you smiled. Already tipsy.

“Hi. Are you having fun?” You ask, knowing the answer.

“Well, I-“

“Hey Y/N, where’s your friend, the hot one?” Jeff asks loudly, and Gareth punches him hard in the shoulder.

“I’m sorry for him, he doesn’t usually drink.” Gareth explains. “Stop interrupting people and being an asshat.” He says the second part to his friend.

“Fine, I’m just gonna go find Eddie. He’s not such a buzzkill.”

He walks off, not seeing Gareth roll his eyes.

“Do you wanna… hang out?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.”

“I came with my friend but she left me.” You gesture to the space around you.

“I know how that feels.” He takes a big swig of his beer.

“Do you smoke? I’m dyin’ to get some fresh air.”

“Uh, only socially.” He lies. He doesn’t smoke cigarettes, but you don’t really know that so it sounds convincing.

“Well let’s go be social outside.” You giggle, pulling his wrist.

You both end up at an outdoor patio table, you sit down and take out two cigarettes and your lighter from your bag. You light yours, but he doesn’t, placing it behind his ear instead.

“I’ll save it for later.” He explains.

While he watches you, he sees that you’re slightly shivering and shifting around awkwardly.

“You don’t usually dress like that. It’s pretty, but it’s not you.” He comments, looking at your dress.

He sees me, he looks at me enough to know how I dress.

You remain calm, casual, smooth, despite your thoughts.

“You are very right. It was not my outfit of choice, trust me.” You laugh. His gaze lingers for a moment too long and becomes a stare, eyes practically boring a hole in your body. You take the last hit and toss your cigarette butt onto the pavement, standing up.

“Back inside?” You ask, and he nods, cheeks tinged pink.

You finally finish the last bit of drink that was in your cup, swallowing it quickly due to the taste.

“You want me to take that? I’m out too.” He offers.

“Yes, please.”

“Okay.” He nods and walks to the kitchen with his head down.

You scan the room for your friend, or really, any of your friends. All you see is a bunch of vaguely familiar faces who’ve passed you in the hall.

“I’m back,” Gareth blurts out, suddenly right beside you.

“Jesus, Gare, you scared me.” You laugh, clutching your chest.

The nickname you just applied to him pulls at his heartstrings and makes him almost feel like passing out or perhaps… waking up? This could all just be a good dream. He was spending time with the girl he liked most, the girl he adored and never even dared to compare himself to. You were on another level, out of his league. Beyond.

He has another beer in his hand now, but doesn’t drink it, just to have something to hold.

“Do you wanna dance?” You ask him, grabbing his wrist again. He hesitates.

“I don’t really- I don’t uh…”

“C’mon. Sure you do.”

You pull him to the “dance floor,” which was just a living room. The room was dark with flashing colorful lights and strobes and music filled the atmosphere.

Still tipsy, you start to dance to the music, carefree and getting lost in the moment. He just stands, stunned, watching you. His mouth is ever so slightly parted open as he gazes at you and appreciates the way your body moves. After a few songs, you look to see him still there, same spot you left him in, still.

“Are you okay?” You ask, concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m okay. I just don’t dance, like I said.”

“You will with me. Next slow song, you’re dancing with me.” You giggle drunkly. You notice it, too, and decide to set the cup down. Good decision, probably.

“Please.” You add.

A heart meltingly sweet smile spread across his face that he couldn’t help.

“Maybe.”

-

“Okay, so this is like, so simple. Your hands go on my hips, mine go on your shoulders. Yeah?”

“Y-yeah.” He nervously brings his hands to your waist and gently moves them downwards to come to rest at your hips. You draped your arms over his shoulders and just swayed together, in the music.

Everything else was a blur, everything else didn’t even exist, it was just you two. His eyes have a glimmer in them that you can’t really place.

It was want, desire, possibly love. He couldn’t say that out loud, though, couldn’t fully face that fact. For some reason, the time feels right, so you lean in and press your soft lips against his.

He gasps, taking in a sharp breath without meaning to, and you stop. Before you could ask if something was wrong, he reconnected your lips together. Yours tasted of cherry and cigarettes and vanilla, and he filed that away to remember forever.

You were perfect. Your hands move from his shoulders to his face, placing a hand on each cheek and pulling him impossibly closer.

After a while, you begin to remember that you are not actually the only people in the room and the kiss was getting pretty deep.

“You wanna find an empty room?” You bite your lip.

“S-sure.”

You head up the stairs and he follows behind you. Once you find a bedroom rather quickly, you shut yourselves in and lock the door. He presses you up against it, tongue returning back to your mouth, teeth clashing.

It’s so vulgar and so intense that you subconsciously start to moan into the kiss, lightly. The situation and the sounds you were making were gonna drive him insane, he was so turned on it almost hurt but he just wanted to kiss you for as long as possible in case this never happens again.

“C’mon, the door is locked.” You remind him, moving to the bed. You plop down, laying flat on the mattress, and you spread open your legs when he approaches. You wanted it now, you needed it now. Straight to the point, bold.

“Jesus Christ.”

He looks away, like he’s seeing something he’s not allowed to be looking at, but returns his gaze to you once he shakes the awe off. He comes to slot himself between your legs, dress riding up to your hips and exposing your green lace panties completely to him.

You squirm as he stares, silently begging him to do something. You try to pull him by the shirt on top of you, but he doesn’t quite let you.

“Wait.”

“What?” You ask, clueless and a little frustrated.

“I can’t do this, I’m sorry.”

You just blink, tears stinging in your eyes.

“Why not?” You ask, voice breaking. You really fucking liked him and he was standing in front of you, rejecting you.

“No no, I didn’t mean it like that. I want to. It’s just… the situation.”

You tilt your head to the side like a confused puppy.

“You’re drunk, are you not?”

“Well yeah, a little..”

“It’s just- this would be my first…. time. If it’s gonna happen, it has to be different, better. Not drunk, not impulsive, not in a stranger’s bedroom.”

“Your first…” you trail off, an “oh” expression forming once you put the pieces together.

“It’s okay. We can just.. we can just go back to what we were doing.” You pull your dress back down, standing up, and a sniffle escapes.

“Did you really want to? Me? If I hurt your feelings, I didn’t-“

“It’s okay, Gare. I guess not.”

You leave the room quickly, embarrassed. You felt guilty for getting upset that he didn’t want to have sex with you. That was shitty, but you just couldn’t help but take it to heart a little. You weren’t special enough.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Gareth says to himself. He feels he just fucked up a once in a lifetime chance. If he left it like this, you were likely to never speak again.

You go back out to the table by yourself, pulling out and lighting a cigarette between your lips. Once you finished it, you were gonna go in and try to find your friend to tell her you wanted to leave.

In case she says no, that she doesn’t want to leave just yet, you try to think of someone else who could come pick you up and bring you home.

“Hey.” The sounds of footsteps come from behind you and the fluffy haired boy sat down near you.

You didn’t respond, just looked at him and took a drag of your cigarette.

“If you want me to go away, I will, I just wanted to try and explain.”

You just nod, slowly.

“I’m really putting myself out there by saying this and may regret saying it but I like you a lot. Since the day I saw you, the day you showed up at our school. You were wearing those same converses.” You look down at your feet and back up at him.

“And this has been the best night of my life, I got to fucking kiss you and that’s far more than I ever expected. It was amazing and I loved every second, I just don’t want you to have sex with me because you’re drunk and you think you like me tonight. I just didn’t want it to mean nothing to you.”

Silence fills the air besides crickets and the muffled music.

“I like you too, dumbass. Yes, since that day too.”

“Oh. Wait, are you being serious?”

“Yes, I am. Why would I lie?”

“I don’t know, I just- you’re beautiful and I’m me and it doesn’t make sense.”

“So what’s the point? What are you saying?” You shrug, emotionally numb and becoming closed off from him.

“I’m saying… god, don’t make me say it out loud.”

“You wanna fuck me after all?” You guess.

He blushes.

“I do. I really do, but I want you to be sober. Can you give it a couple hours?”

You nod, starting to understand. You sort of made a big deal out of nothing.

“A couple of hours at my house, maybe? I honestly don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Uh, sure. You’ll just have to give me directions on the way.” You smile at each other and stand up, walking to his car. He doesn’t think about his friends or how he’s leaving them behind, that doesn’t matter.

You hop into the passengers seat and he mentally curses himself for not opening the door for you. You happily tell him all the right turns to make to get to your house.

-

You pull up to the house, and he turns the car off. He follows you as you fumble for your house key and unlock the door, then leading him to your bedroom.

“It’s uh, it’s messy. My friend made me try a bunch of different outfits before this.” You gesture to the clothing piles in the floor as you set your stuff down onto your bed.

“If you think this is messy, I definitely shouldn’t let you see MY room.” He laughs. “Nobody’s here. Isn’t it scary to be all alone at night?”

“Eh. Sometimes. I’m used to it, though. Do you want something to eat?”

“Yeah, sure.” He agrees.

You both head to your kitchen and you find some pizza in the fridge. You show it to him as if to say ‘this good?’ And he shrugs, so you heat it up.

“You can go sit down, I’ll bring you yours.”

He walks over to the couch, sitting, really relishing in the silence.

When you come to join him, you notice it more than you usually would, so you suggest turning on the tv for some sound. It was kind of spooky, now that you think about it. Too quiet.

You watch a movie and eat your pizza, making comments and laughing at all the super corny and cheesy parts. During the last half of the movie, you had your head leaned on his shoulder and he gently played with your hair.

With food in your stomach, you felt back to normal again, albeit just a little sleepy.

“So… my bed is okay?” You say once the credits finish rolling.

“Wha- how are you still fucked up?” He looks flabbergasted.

“I’m not. I’m completely sober, and yes, I still want you.” You say, seriously.

He’s surprised for some reason, expecting your feelings for him to dissipate magically once you were back to your normal self.

“Shit, yes, your bed is good.” He agrees, quickly.

You giggle and run down the hall to your room and he dumbly follows, closing your door for no reason other than to feel private even though there was nobody else around.

You take his face in your hands, pulling him in to kiss you. You run your tongue along his lips, silently asking for permission and being granted it.

It gets heavy quickly, just like before, and you both move closer and closer to your bed until he practically pushes you down on to it, climbing on top of you.

You spread your legs open again for him, and this time he doesn’t panic. He presses against your core with his jean-clad boner and it makes you whimper needily.

“Fuck,” he says into your mouth. “You sound so pretty.”

You push the straps of your dress off of your shoulders, trying to help him get you undressed. He reaches behind you and unzips it slowly and then pushes it down off your body. You’re left in your bra and panties, vulnerable under his gaze as he marvels at your beauty.

“I-I can’t tell if you’re staring at me in a good or a bad way,” you chuckle lightly, waiting for words from him.

“So good. It’s so good. I just- holy shit.”

“You can touch me, you know, if you want to.”

He touches your stomach first, canvassing the warm skin of your hips and abdomen, snaking around to your waist. You let him explore, but when he slows down, you take his hands in yours and guide them to your breasts, squeezing his hand beneath yours.

He gets enough confidence to continue on his own, and you let your hands fall away as he takes generous handfuls and squeezes, groping you just right. Your lower half tries to seek out any feeling, rubbing your pantied cunt up against his harder than ever cock through his jeans.

His breathing is heavy, hard. Intense. He was feeling so many things that he didn’t know what he’d even say if he were to speak right now.

“Take them off, we can make each other feel so good. Please.” You beg him, looking up into his eyes. His eyes lock with yours and he melts, submitting to whatever you could possibly ask of him.

His hands leave your body to take the clothes off his own. He gets his jeans off, and he has a huge tent in his boxers, which you gaze upon subtly.

“Shirt, too, or…?” He asks, unconfidently.

“Whatever you’re comfortable taking off.”

“Okay.” He takes his layers off, leaving on the plain white wife beater he was wearing beneath his shirt and jacket.

“So handsome.” You compliment, genuinely. This is the most you’d ever seen of him and he was so, so lovely.

“Stop it.” He blushes, not knowing what to say to that, trying to brush it off.

You reach between your legs to touch yourself while you looked at him, shamelessly staring.

“God, that needy?” He asks jokingly. His attempt at cracking a joke did not land in this situation, and you answered him seriously.

“Mhm. Need your cock, need it now.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He groans at your vulgar words towards him.

“Please. Whenever you’re ready, please.” You whine, still rubbing circles over your clit.

“Can I turn the light off?” He asks suddenly. It felt a little too intense, he felt self conscious to an extent in that moment.

“Mhm. Whatever you want. I’ll just turn the lamp on instead.”

He gets up to flick the light switch and you reach to your bedside table to pull the string on your lamp, turning it on and providing a nice sun glow.

“Better?” You ask, and he nods.

His hands return to your tits and you take it upon yourself to remove your bra, the barrier. Your nipples pebbled when the cool air hit them and he gently runs his fingers over them, pinching ever so slightly.

He seems to find a fascination with your tits, and you encourage him to explore them with his mouth as well. He kisses your collarbones, all over your chest, between your tits, the top of your tits, then finally takes a nipple into his mouth.

“Ah, fuck, Gare. Your mouth is so fucking good.”

This only encouraged him to lick and such harder, almost forgetting to give attention to the other breast as well.

This wasn’t all about you, you reminded yourself. You just whine beneath him while he has his fun, and you know that your panties are beyond soaking at this point.

You hook your fingers in them and wiggle them off, because they don’t really serve any purpose. You buck your hips up against his, trying to grind against him wherever you can. He eventually noticed your desperation but still seemed a bit nervous about this next part.

Regardless, he pushes his boxers down and off, climbing on top of you. He jumps straight to pressing the tip of his leaking pink cock right against your entrance.

“I’m so wet for you, it’s all for you. Such a good fucking boy.” You moan.

He groans in response, that last part ignited something deep inside him that he decided he would unpack later.

“Can I put it in? You ready?”

“Yes, please.”

“Shit, alright.”

He applies more pressure, tip slipping inside first.

“Oh, god. Oh, shit.”

More. He pushes in even further, sinking into you with no resistance.

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

He was overwhelmed, but in the best possible way. A way he never could’ve imagined feeling. You didn’t get a good look at his cock, but it was big. You knew that. You stretched more with each inch you took, pussy swallowing and sucking him in.

“So big, Gare, feels so good. Mmh, feels so fucking good.”

His head falls forward to rest on your shoulder, and he keeps up his movements, bottoming out and groaning out loudly once he does.

You moan even a little louder than him, knowing nobody’s home gives you the opportunity to do that. Your noises and your words of praise were killing him, he wanted to be good for you forever. A good boy.

He fucks you still with his head buried into where your neck and shoulder meet before finally bringing it back up so you could see his face. His hair was crazier than ever and a couple of strands of hair stick to his forehead with sweat.

He feels it coming, rapidly approaching, but doesn’t want to underwhelm you. You notice his thrusts soon become faulty and haphazard as he tried to restrain himself, but you granted him relief. You didn’t want him to struggle.

“You can let go, sweet boy. Want you to cum.”

In a few more thrusts, he does, and you feel it painting your walls and his cock pulsing against them.

“Fuck.” He couldn’t hold it any longer,

He keeps lazily fucking into you until he’s completely milked, finally pulling out and laying down beside you.

Once he finally catches his breath, he realizes something.

“I didn’t make you- you were supposed to-“ he turns to look at you, worried. You had already climbed under the sheets, covering your body with them and laying down.

“Don’t worry about me right now. It was amazing, no matter if I finished or not. Was it good for you?”

“There’s no way you’re seriously asking me that.” He says incredulously.

“Just wanted to make sure,” you shrugged, “you know what you can do for me though?”

“What?”

“Cuddle.”

You open your arms and reach them out, giving grabby hands. He smiled and climbed beneath the covers with you, taking your naked body in his arms and holding it, close and tight.

After a while, he breaks the silence, overthinking.

“Are you just trying to make me feel better? I mean, was it actually any good? I can take the truth, and I wanna know how I did.”

You giggle.

“Do you want me to be blunt, Gare?”

“Definitely. I think so, at least.”

“You were very good, and at times, I wondered if you really hadn’t done anything before.” You start, “So good that it made me question your supposed lack of experience. Are you happy with that?”

He nods, blushing, and he hates that he’s blushing.

“But I still didn’t…”

“You’re so sweet. If you want to make it even that badly, I can teach you some things. Not now, though, but someday.”

“There’ll be a someday?” He asked, a little child-like excitement in his voice.

“Yes, there will be, if you want there to be.” You smile. “Special enough?”

“Absolutely. God, I’m so lucky.”

[eros-the-dumbass]

Neuvillette fluff (i think-)

You had never wanted to get married but according to your parents, it was necessary for someone of the age 21 even though most of your friends were older and they weren't even dating anyone Apparently your parents made some kind of deal to their first investors that there first born son could marry their first born daughter and now here you were at the venue of a wedding-

your wedding getting married to some man named Neuvillete that you had never even seen before As you walk down the aisle clutching the bouquet of flowers in your hands your dad's arm linked with yours you take shaky breaths and chew the inside of your cheek

You look up and finally meet the gaze of the man you have to marry someone you resent without even talking to- you recognize him Immediately he's the kid who used to bully you in 2nd grade...

Of course, your parents were marrying you off to some rich scumbag why wouldn't they Before you know it you've both recited your vows and said I do now his lips glide against yours for the sealing kiss as he spins the ring on your finger

You wanted to hate it but it just felt so fucking electric it felt too fucking good dangerously good You pull away and look around not knowing what to really do now considering you've never been married before when a muscular arm wraps around your waist and nudges you closer causing you to stumble slightly pressing your bodies firmly together

"Get off this isn't a part of the ceremony." You whisper and shout so as to not let anyone in the audience hear "Make me."

He whispers against your ear his breath hot sending a shudder through your body Your parents call you over and you quickly take the opportunity to scurry away "Awhh Y/N look at that already loving your husband!"

your mom says grinning like she just won the lottery. It was very very tempting to sass her but you didn't want to make a scene in front of everyone so you bit your tongue "Yes I agree with your mother you look so very in love."

Your dad says glaring down at you as a warning to keep your mouth shut "Oooo! Let's have cake and do a dance and then you and your husband can go to your apartment for the night!"

You since at the idea of having to even look at him again let alone share a hotel room

"We're not sharing one I'm getting a different one." You grumble to your mom as nonsassily as possible "There's two beds you'll be fine."

She says simply before grabbing your wrist and dragging you over to the cake "You grab the cake cutter." She says to a random servant for the wedding who quickly scurries off to grab it

She gets back and cuts the cake giving you the first slice which you quickly take and go sit down on a bench away from most people It was a vanilla cake with white frosting which you quickly started eating not even paying attention to your surroundings until there was someone right next to you

"What?" You look up and meet Neuvillete eyes suddenly he leans in and whispers

"God you look good with all that white frosting on your face I'll have to cover you with my own later." You freeze not knowing how to respond when he licks off the frosting on your lips and inner cheek causing your mouth to fall agape

And just ask as quickly as it started it ended he kissed your forehead stood up and stuffed his hands in his pockets shooting you a smirk before wandering off

PLEASE DONT REBLOG OR STEAL

[aegyo-ahegao]

Hello this is embarrassing but Can you possibly write a Baby boy subby (NOT AGE PLAY) just super subby Felix Spit kink and sloppy make out sessions fic with Chan just something simple or It could be a subby DK with Woozi! If ya have time that is. Also just so we are clear, not a minor, i’m 23. So we cool!

omfg i love this!!! dont be embarrassed lol it's my forte to write self indulgent kpop shit! I'll do ChanLix here but i'll 100% do something with DK and Woozi too! (also I realised like halfway through writing this that you probably wanted more a multiple encounters type fic but i already started qwq) I hope you like it! <3

prompts

“Fine, but… only if we go slow, okay?”

sub!Felix x gentle dom!Chan, spit, praise kink, pre-established realtionship

MINORS DNI UNDER THAT CUT

Felix knocked softly on the door to Bang Chan's room, careful to not wake up anyone else with the noise. He rocked impatiently on his heels as he waited for an answer.

"Lix?" Chan cracked open the door, rubbing his eyes. "Is something wrong?"

Felix swallowed before answering. "N-No. Can... I come in for a bit?"

Chan stepped to the side, making room for Felix to make his way in. Felix sat on Chan's bed with a huff. Chan joined him soon after.

"What is it baby boy?" Chan pulled Felix into a side hug.

Felix scrunched his face in embarrassment, both at the nickname and what he wanted to say. Chan and he had only started exploring their kinks with each other recently but Felix couldn't get them out of his head. Before he'd made his way here he'd just been laying in bed all night, thinking about what he'd have his boyfriend do to him if he was only brave enough to ask. "Um..." He cleared his throat. "Chris, I'm... I'm kinda-"

"Needy?" Chan whispered, placing his hand on Felix's cheek. "It's alright baby you can tell me."

Felix felt his face heat up. "Um, uh." He struggled to form a coherent thought with Chan's all-knowing eyes on him. So instead he gave a quick nod.

A smile curled on to Chan's face. "Good boy." He purred and pecked Felix on the cheek. Felix whimpered at the praise. "Tell me what you want, baby." He creeped his face closer and closer to Felix's.

Felix whined. "I dunno..." His head was already starting to get light and drifty. "I just want your attention."

"Aww, poor baby." Chan said, sickly sweet. "Poor sweet thing, can't even think he's so worked up."

"Stooop." Felix whined again. He gave Chan his very best puppy dog eyes.

Chan chuckled. "I'm sorry baby, you're just so cute when you're all fuzzy-brained." He leaned forward and gave Felix a quick kiss. And another. And another. Chan was right, Felix was getting fuzzy-brained. He could barely form sentences .

"Chan-hyung... Please." He squeaked.

Chan smiled fondly. "Do you want what we were doing a couple night's ago?"

Felix nodded. “Fine, but… only if we go slow, okay?”

"Of course, baby. I could never rush you." Chan cooed. He pulled Felix on to his lap like he weighed nothing. Felix tried not to melt. Chan tapped a finger against Felix's lips. Felix parted them gently, just enough to let Chan's finger slip in. Chan stroked his tongue softly, gathering some spit on his finger tip. He slipped another finger past Felix's lips and moved slowly towards the back of his mouth. Felix could feel his eyes start to water. He watched as a bead of spit rolled down Chan's palm and pooled into a crease on his wrist. Felix whimpered. He could see how enthralled Chan was by just watching the strings of spit as he moved his fingers around Felix's mouth. Chan pulled them out slowly and placed them in his own mouth.

Felix swallowed hard. He didn't think that would get to him as much as it did. "Shit..." he mumbled.

Chan sucked his fingers dry, or at least drier, then pulled them out. "Cute." He hummed. Before Felix could get embarrassed, Chan was already pressing another kiss to his lips. He kissed him again, his movements getting a little sloppy. His mouth started to open against Felix's. When Felix parted his lips in return he was instantly greeted by Chan's tongue in his mouth. Chan swished his tongue under Felix's, enjoying the minty taste of his toothpaste. Felix let out a small moan. He felt Chan smile against his mouth. He took Felix's bottom lip in between his teeth a tugged gently, making Felix moan again. Chan pressed one last firm kiss onto Felix's lips before pulling away.

"You should go lock the door."

[jeeliean]

A letter and a story, addressed to someone who will never read it. (also titled 'donuts')

when i think of my grandfather, i can only bear to think of the man i knew when i was younger.

he was many things - a baker, an entertainer, a chainsmoker, a man of many gifts. he laughed, clapped along when i would dance in their house on chinese new year for an angpao; never forgetting to give me a new toy or stuffed animal whenever i visited.

how long ago were those days? when the sheer amount of stuffed animals collected dust that triggered my asthma. when they had to be bagged up and donated to a nearby orphanage. and in the blink of an eye, all my minnie mouses, winnie the poohs, barney the big purple dinosaurs - all gone in bags to be enjoyed by other children. i dont remember my parents ever telling him they were given away; all that remained were my barbie dolls.

i fondly remember us baking together. we made donuts, loaves of bread, and my favorite: chocolate, cheese and cream baked all in one heavenly loaf. he'd prepare the dough, and i'd top it with ingredients (rather haphazardly... i was five). i helped use the hot press to seal the bread in the plastic packaging, and by nine he'd don that red velvet hat of his and bike to the morning market to sell his creations. oftentimes when my school bus would be en route home, my friends would point out,

"hey, who's that old man on his with donuts in the back seat? and in that funny red hat, too!"

those leftover, unsold donuts he'd often take home to share with the rest of us. i used to love riding my bike to his house and bring a few back as a little treat after dinner. it became my after-school ritual. id say my hellos to my grandmother, eat a little bit of her cooking, and be on my way back, with at least three donuts in tow.

in primary i'd beam with pride and tell everyone he was my grandfather. he wasn't like most grandfathers in our time - he didn't have any memory or mobility issues, he was a cool granddad. he fed me donuts and let me have as many chocolate sprinkles i wanted, often giving me a spoon to dig into the can. most of the stories i heard from my friends were that their grandfathers were distant, detached, or just gone. in a way that i knew was morally wrong, i felt superior to them knowing how i could share how comfortable i was with him around.

in middle school, i started felt awkward, as most teens do at that age. the people on the bus were new and as a result, most of them didn't know who he was. at times they'd be watching people on the streets and point him out because of his fire-truck red hat, but i'd always keep my mouth shut. i felt embarassed about everything at this age. who didn't? but God, i wish i still maintained that childlike pride of calling him my grandfather. month by month, clubs and homework began to consume me. no longer did i have the time to bike around my neighbourhood, visit my grandparents' house. i didn't even feel the rift growing between us. i was too caught up in superficial friendship drama, being used, and manipulated.

i dont remember exactly what year it was - i think it might've been my first year of high school when he fell. he hit his head on the floor at home. my dad and uncle were there in a flash. right from the get go, they told me and my brother it was bad. he slipped into a coma for a while and woke up with 20 years of his memory wiped. he could barely speak, walk, or even look up.

i never visited him while he was in the hospital. i tried to make myself feel better by telling myself it was pandemic regulations, but i knew in my heart i was just neglecting him. i still played the dutiful granddaughter in helping retrieve his lab tests, brain scans, and the like with my mother when needed. i was completely checked out. i thought i was so important in high school, with my responsibilities volunteering, being a part of the student council, etc. how stupid i had been. instead of going to visit him when my brother, mother and father did, i waved it off or said "next time" in favour of going to meetings and hangouts with my shiny new high school friends.

thankfully he had gotten better, but never to be able to make a full recovery. on top of his head trauma, his chainsmoking over the years had further deteriorated his physical health. once he was home i visited him once - and he didn't even remember my name. i felt my younger self shatter into a million little pieces, desperately searching for the warmth that glowed from behind his eyes.

"kamu anak siapa?" he'd ask, a thousand-yard stare boring into the wall behind me.

i laughed it off. too many of my extended family was there for me to look hurt. "aku anak aming, kongkong. jilly," i'd say with a light chuckle, like i was just letting him off easy. he's old, i'd tell myself. he's just old. not demented.

he'd cough and wheeze, with that signature smoker's rasp inflected in his response. "oh, jilly. anak aming."

he pretended he remembered, but do you know how people feign recognition when they try to recall how they know someone? that "oh, them!" tone. maybe it's his age, but there was no "feigning" his recognition of me at all. it was monotone, and my name didn't invoke a sense of belonging anymore. i felt crushed.

after that incident, we'd only ever visit every chinese new year. my brother kept going because somehow, my granddad remembers the sons. typical traditional chinese family mindset. however, i couldve put in more effort. i couldve taught him how to remember in the hospital, like everyone else did. i was so stupid.

last year, he finally passed. i didn't have much to say. most of my affection for him i deemed insignificant when compared to the actual effort shown by other members of my family.

i was there for the funeral. i couldnt make it to when they spread his ashes in the sea. from kongkong, i learned one thing. this was a lesson i thought i had learned long ago, something i kept stored away in the back of my mind. the universe reminded me to keep it fresh with his passing. never take people for granted.

after his fall, i checked out of our once-strong bond entirely. it was too painful to see him in that state and i thought myself unworthy to try and make amends when it had already taken such a bitter turn for the worse. i felt powerless at the hands of fate. i didn't even try. i was fighting other problems then - boys, my own mental health, my grades. my demented grandfather was barely a priority until he wasn't there anymore.

now, his loss still strikes a chord within me. it resonates everything i couldve done better, everything i shouldve been grateful for. instead, they're all regrets.

every month or so id think about him. nostalgia would always wash over me followed by a crashing wave of guilt. then id move on to my next thought, with the guilt being too much to bear while i was doing other things.

i wish i had done more. i wish i never let us drift apart in the first place. when i think of you, i still smell the golden, crisp donuts fresh out of the fryer. every time i eat from a bakery, i think of you. in every chocolate sprinkle, in every chocolate-cheese bread loaf.