#and when I say inappropriately i mean like they were screaming and yelling sex moans and calls

[fly-sky-high-09]

If not for a good company I feel like I would have snapped and ripped someone's head off while out in public today

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ᴄᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ/ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ! ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You have always been more modest not really ever having time to explore what could have been some sort of sensual alter ego and when Bucky finds out hes determined to bring the sex goddess in you out.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: slight fluff if you count flirty bucky, smut ofc (minors dni) [cam boy bucky (slight tipsy bucky and reader in the beginning); brief male masterbation (bucky has his door open during a session); fem!rec oral; hair pulling; spanking; real dirty talking; strong language, degradation; loss of virginity/ virgin reader but not innocent, touch starved reader, and overstim, overall pretty rough but aftercareeee]

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: sorry in advanced if you don’t like iced coffee lol

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“There’s no way; you’re such a fucking liar,” Bucky threw his head back with laughter.

“I knew I shouldn’t have fucking said anything,” you scoff, rolling your eyes before standing up with annoyance.

“No! Don’t go, come on. I didn’t mean it like that,” he chuckled.

“Yeah right,” you scoffed.

“Can I ask why?”

“I mean, honestly. I just never really had time. Although, I did avoid sweaty football players all of high school, but being in uni I just want to grind and grind, you know? Finish school and get my degree. I don’t really have much time going out and getting laid,” you explained.

“Shit, does my… ‘side job’ make you uncomfortable? I didn’t realize how you would feel about it being a vir-”

“Buck, I’m a virgin, not innocent,” you chuckled.

“Damn straight,” Bucky laughed.

“Let me help you,” he said, making you laugh out loud.

"With what?" you asked in disbelief.

"Let me take your virginity. 'S better than fucking some random drunkard in a one night stand, and let's face it, you're not getting a boyfriend anytime soon."

You couldn't help but keep laughing at what he was saying.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“You’re so full of shit, Barnes,” you snorted, too drunk to notice that Bucky wasn’t laughing.

“Offer stands whenever, pretty girl.”

That was four weeks ago.

Since then, you feel like the tension between you and your roommate was especially thick since your tipsy confession. You couldn’t tell whether the things Bucky would say now were intentionally inappropriate or you just had a dirty mind. He seemed to always be shirtless; always.

“Did all your shirts catch fire? No, they got stolen, huh?” you joked.

“Har, har. Don’t be such a prude, pretty girl.”

“I’m not a prude,” you mumbled; at least he had the muscles to flaunt.

One quiet Friday evening, you sat in your room working away at your desk. You had been at it for a couple hours and as much as you wanted to throw in the towel you were so close to finishing everything you needed to finish this weekend. You went to the kitchen to grab a snack, maybe make a coffee, before drilling for the last hour to get everything done.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky said, standing with a glass of whiskey in hand. He always drinks before filming.

“Gettin’ ready for your… stuff?” you asked.

“What stuff?” he asked cheekily, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I haven’t posted anything in a couple weeks and my subscribers are thirsty,” he told you.

“I can only imagine,” you joked.

“Well, baby, I’m in the next room if you wanna stop imagining,” he said flirtatiously

“Fuck off. I’m just here to get coffee,” you smirked, grabbing the things you’ll need from the fridge.

“Well, then I’ll leave you to it,” Bucky said, smacking your ass hard before leaving for his room; you scoffed rolling your eyes at his antics.

You turned around making the coffee itself mindlessly before you grew slight concern when you had yet to hear the door of Bucky’s bedroom to shut. He always kept his door shut whilst you wore headphones blasting music so you wouldn’t have to listen to his unnecessary moaning and cursing. You silently begged the machine to hurry it’s brewing as Bucky began talking and moaning to his audience.

You gritted your teeth hearing him so clearly. Your breathing quickened and you felt your cheeks heat up. You hated how you wondered if he really was as vocal in bed as he portrayed online. You hated the way your stomach flipped and the tingle between your thighs. You’ve never felt so aroused before, you didn’t know what to do.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, and you swallowed the dry lum in your throat.

You don’t even know how long you stood in the kitchen listening to Bucky. You were incredibly aroused, wetness pooling between your thighs. Your hands gripped at the counter desperate to not let your knees buckle as he got closer to his release.

“God, fuck you James,” you mumbled to yourself.

You couldn’t take it the groans he practically was screaming from his room. You stomped your way to his room to yell at him to close the door. You were enraged but you don’t really know why. Bucky’s side job never bothered so much until now and truthfully he wasn’t really to blame for how turned on you felt hearing him.

“Can you close the goddamn door?” you yelled approaching his bedroom.

“I hate to interrupt but I can fucking hear you- in the… kitchen,” you trailed off.

Bucky sat on his bed completely nude. His cheeks were red and his forehead had a layer of sweat as did his very smooth and very toned chest. Your body completely froze. It’s not that you hadn’t seen a man naked before. You’ve watched porn during the more stressful and lonelier nights, but Bucky was beautiful.

“Care to join?” Bucky breathed with a stupid smile.

“Jesus,” you gasped.

“I ain’t forget about that offer, pretty girl,” Bucky stood, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

“Whatcha say? You ready to finally deflower?” Bucky walked closer to you with a devilish smirk plastered on his handsome face.

“I’m sorry-” you stumbled over your words.

Your stomach fluttered from nervousness and arousal, your skin bursted into chills despite how hot and sweaty you were beginning to feel. You kept your eyes trained to anywhere but Bucky’s assets.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? Cat's got your tongue?" he teased.

"James," you said sternly.

"Baby, I can make you feel so good. All you have to do is say the word," he whispered in your ear, making you shudder.

You know deep inside you that this wasn't a good idea in the long run. It sounds so tempting now but what would happen afterwards? What would happen to your friendship?

"Stop thinking so hard. Just let me make you feel good, please," he begged.

His hands caressed your sides and you couldn't resist squirming; he hasn't even touched you.

"I can tell you're starving. Itching to be touched by someone. Those lonely nights with a laptop and your fingers isn't enough. I can help you, pretty girl. Give you so much and more; give you nirvana. Just say the word," he spoke slowly, sensually; you were damn near shaking just from his words.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Please what?" he teased; Bucky was drunk off the power he had over you.

"Fuck me. Use me. Ruin me," you begged.

"As you wish."

Bucky grabbed the back of your neck smashing his lips to yours. He grinded his hips into you and you feel his hard on digging into you. Your fingers dug into the soft skin of his chest leaving small red marks and scratches littered.

Bucky moved his hand up behind your head, curling his fingers in your hair pulling harshly. his lips instantly attached to your neck biting and sucking to mark you, so you remember he was the one who made you feel euphoric in the coming days. He wants you to remember this night.

"Shit, that feels so good," you sighed.

"That's just the beginning, pretty girl. Get on the bed," he demanded.

You scurried to bed tearing your shirt and shorts off leaving you in your dark lacey undergarments.

"It's like you were ready for me to fuck you," he chuckled darkly.

He crawled up the bed to you like an animal hunting and taunting its prey. You couldn't help but nibble on your bottom lip, anxious for what was to come from Bucky.

His hands gripped your waist firmly pulling impossibly close to his body. He kissed you again and you swore you could stay like that forever. His lips felt so soft again yours, you melted against his body from pleasure.

His hands circled your back and pulled at the bra clasp before swiftly undoing it and letting free. You shrugged your shoulders to your ears allowing the straps of the bra fall gracefully down your upper arm before Bucky curled his finger over the front and tossed it aside to admire your chest.

Your shoulders subconsciously caved in, embarrassed to be so unclothed in front of someone for the first time. Again, you weren't innocent but anyone would still be nervous for their first time. Bucky smiled softly at your timidness; his hands rubbing your sides slowly and comforting to help ease your nerves a bit.

"You are so gorgeous, baby."

"Don't get sappy, Barnes," you joked; but in reality you don't need another reason to fall deeper for him. Not that you're falling to begin with.

"Yes ma'am," he grinned.

He flipped the both of you over so you laid on your back. His hands gently kneaded your breasts pulling moans from you with every squeeze. He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting your perked buds, circling his tongue around. Your back arched into him and you think you can handle the pleasure but you find yourself involuntarily getting higher and higher. Moaning and gasping louder every time Bucky would bite down hard on your nipple. The last straw was when Bucky brought his fingers between your thighs and barely pressed against your aching clit that you fell suddenly over the edge crying Bucky's name.

"Did you just-"

"Fuck, I'm sorry! I don't know what happened. I- Everything just-"

Bucky cut you off with a deep kiss.

"Don't be sorry," he chuckled.

"It's really hot that I was able to make you cum by just playing with these beauties," he flicked your nipples and squeezed your breats making you tremble.

“Shit, too much,” you whined.

Bucky ignored you once again, dipping his head back down, flicking his tongue over your overly sensitive buds. The squeal you made made Bucky chuckle darkly but he didn’t want to torture you so his lips trailed slowly down the valley of your breasts to you belly and hip bones. His fingers curled over your panties dragging them slowly down your legs.

“Fucking hell, pretty girl. You’re dripping. You’ve just been aching for me to get my hands on you for a while, huh?” Bucky taunted.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

Bucky’s hands rested against your knees pushing them as far as they could go before diving in you like a starved man. Truthfully, Bucky had dreamed of this moment since he met you for the first time moving in. As the days, weeks, and years went by, the urge to resist kissing and fucking you stupid was getting all to much. But now he finally has you under him, at his mercy and he was determined to pleasure as much as he could before getting his cock anywhere near you.

Bucky brought his fingers to circle your entrance, waiting until your legs were nearly shaking from the teasing. As he pushed his fingers past your folds, he brought his mouth down again kissing right above your clit. You gasped and sighed in pleasure as he pumped his fingers in and out of you heavenly.

“Shit, feels so good. So, so good,” you moaned.

Bucky’s tongue brushed over your clit and you couldn’t resist bucking your hips, pushing his fingers deeper inside you. Your back arched off the bed and your hands shot to his head tugging on his dark locks harshly. Bucky’s moans from your tugs vibrated against you and you knew you weren’t going to last any longer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Bucky! Shit!” you shrieked.

“Come on, pretty girl. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers,” he said.

Seconds later, you reached your high, crying Bucky’s names again as if it was the only word you knew how to say. Your head practically dangled off the bed, scooting closer and closer to edge desperate to pull away from Bucky’s talented mouth.

“God, you’re beautiful when you fall apart like that,” Bucky mumbled against your heated skin.

Sweat lined your forehead and your chest, your hair was scattered across the sheets like a maniac, and your skin along your neck down to your inner thighs was littered with little bruises and bite marks from Bucky. You looked ethereal.

“One more. Can you give me one more?” Bucky asked softly.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Such a good girl. I know you can, come on.”

Bucky gently flipped your body over, laying you on your stomach. He kissed down your spine, whispering sweet and kind things to you. You can’t even register what he’s saying because his godly erection is poking your ass and you're practically aching again to be railed by him.

“So eager for my cock, aren’t ya? Already being such a greedy little whore.”

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, wiggling your ass against his crotch.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so good; gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he whispered in your ear before biting on your earlobe.

He stood tall on his knees behind you gripping your hips, roughly pulling them flush against his pelvis; you pushed yourself up on your hands. He grabbed his aching cock, the tip red and leaking with precum. Bucky doesn’t even know how he was able to last so long without cumming but he did and now all he wants to do is cum deep inside you.

“Ready, pretty girl?” he teased, rubbing your cheeks softly with his hands.

“Fuck me good, James,” you moaned.

Bucky lined his dick with your entrance slowly pushing the tip past your folds. The burning sensation caused you to hiss and tense around Bucky, who instantly stopped his movements.

“No, it’s ok; you’re just bigger than I was anticipating,” you fussed.

“It’s ok. If it’s too much you tell me to stop,” Bucky told you.

“No, don’t stop, please!” you whined.

“Don’t get greedy,” Bucky warned.

“Think you can handle all of me?”

“Fuck,” you muttered.

He pushed his hips further in you slowly, careful to not hurt you. His hands ran slowly up your body before curling his fingers through your hair and pulling your head up. Once he bottomed out, he rested for a minute until you were ready for him to move.

“Holy fucking hell, baby. Feel so good wrapped around my cock, shit,” Bucky groaned above you.

“I feel so- full.”

“‘S like you were made for me, pretty girl.”

Bucky’s hips began to move faster and faster pulling moans from you that was music to his ears. Bucky relished in your sex. He used every ounce of willpower in him to keep control but you felt so heavenly, so sublime. He couldn’t hold back any longer. You could tell that Bucky was holding back and you didn’t want him to. He pleasured you twice already, it was his turn to feel good and if letting go would do that for him you would let him.

“Come on, Bucky. Fuckin’ ruin me!”

“Don’t say shit like that,” he grunted, still thrusting his hips.

“I can take it, baby. Use me,” you told him.

Bucky’s hips stilled only for a second before you felt a sharp stinging on your right ass cheek.

“You want me to fuck you like a whore? Fine, I will,” Bucky growled before pulling out and flipping you over.

Bucky rammed his hips into you fast and rough. His hand went to wrap around your throat squeezing the sides and your eyes rolled back. Tears brimmed your eyes and you cried out over and over again. You felt used, corrupted, violated. You love it.

“Fuck, yes!”

“Shit, I’m gonna fucking come,” Bucky groaned.

Bucky released your throat before dipping his head in the crook of your neck. His groans and moans were muffled by your skin. Your hands wrapped around his neck and your legs too wrapped around his torso pulling his body flushed against yours. Your nails ran down Bucky’s back; he breathed in sharply through gritted teeth before moaning loudly in your ear from the pleasurable sting.

Chasing his release along with yours, Bucky’s thrusts became relentless. Animalistic. Feral, even. Everything felt overwhelming. It didn’t take much longer until you felt Bucky’s stuttering thrusts and the spurts of warm cum coating your velvety walls. Bucky completely relaxed on top of you, his breath heavily hitting your sweaty skin. You scratched his back softly coming down from your own high breathing equally as heavily.

“You feeling ok, pretty girl?” Bucky asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you whispered with a stupid grin on your face.

“You did amazing, you know?” Bucky kissed you softly; your stomach fluttering at the action.

“What now?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Now, I’m going to take care of you,” Bucky said, hopping off you and the bed.

You laid there breathing slowly now. You didn’t have the energy to move at this point. Your inner thighs burned deliciously and the soreness began to be more apparent all over your body. Bucky came back with a warm towel and bottle of water from the kitchen. He cleaned you up with the towel and you could help the soft moans and whimpers that escaped from you. Once you were cleaned, Bucky helped you sit up and held the now open water bottle for you to hydrate yourself. You couldn’t shake the butterflies and chills you got from Bucky’s stare. He couldn’t take his eyes off you anymore; like you hung the moon and stars for him.

“What?” you asked shyly.

“Nothing,” he grinned.

“Come on. You’ve gotta go pee,” he said carrying you in his arms towards his bathroom.

“No, I just want to go to sleep already,” you whined, voice muffled in the crook of his neck.

Bucky sat on you on the toilet and waited for you to… do your business. You just sat there squirming, and shaking from the cold that hit your body.

“Come on. You have to,” Bucky explained.

“I know, but I can’t pee in front of you. I’m shy,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, I just fucked-”

“Bucky, please,” you cut him off.

“Oh alright. Come back to bed when you’re finished, pretty girl,” Bucky said before leaving you.

You couldn’t shake the smile off your face. He was being so caring and nice to you, it warmed your heart. You felt a bit of heartbreak however wondering if this was just a one time thing. You cleaned yourself again and washed your hands before snatching one of Bucky's t-shirts that laid on the floor. When you came out Bucky was fiddling with his camera that was still set-up and your heart dropped.

Had he recorded the whole thing?

“I was gonna delete all the footage, but in all honesty you look so fucking sexy. Might keep it for myself,” he said winking.

“You recorded the whole thing without telling me?” you asked, tearing up.

“I didn’t mean to. I’m not gonna post it anywhere. You sorta screamed my name a few times so footage ain’t good anyway,” he said, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Hey, hey. I’m kidding. I’ll delete all of it, I promise,” he cupped your face.

“Come here; I gotta do one more thing for you,” he said, laying you down on the bed once again.

“What are you doing?” Bucky grabbed another towel and some scented lotion placing it on his bedside table.

“I’m gonna give you a massage. You’ll be less sore tomorrow morning. I’ll admit I was a bit rough,” he said, kissing your belly as he lifted his shirt off your body.

“You do this to all the girls you sleep with?” you teased, not really wanting an answer but you’ll play a part if it keeps from being humiliated because of feelings.

“Only the pretty girls,” he says, fully referencing his nickname he gave you a while ago.

“And how many pretty girls might you have?”

“There’s only one,” he whispered; his hands massaging along your back slowly, sensually.

“She must be really lucky,” you whispered too, afraid of speaking too loud.

“If anything, I’d say I’m the lucky one.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, she’s… she’s perfect. Beautiful. Smart. I could go on about her.”

“She sounds like a prude,” you joked.

“She was,” he chuckled.

“But trust me, now she’s a real feisty and sexy woman,” Bucky said before biting down hard on one of your ass cheeks.

“Ow! Bucky!” you squealed, making Bucky laugh.

Bucky tossed the towel away and placed the lotion back on the bedside table before grabbing the blankets and crawling under them with you. He held you close, entangling his legs with yours, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You mean all that?” you asked barely audibly.

“Yeah. I do, pretty girl.”

“You don’t have to delete the video,” you smirked, making Bucky laugh out loud.

He kissed your forehead snuggling closer to you, letting peaceful sleep envelop you both.

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Accidental Surprise

Story Summary- Levi walks in on you pleasuring yourself. You, the Reader, and Levi are not a couple in this scenario, however, both of you like each other romantically without each other's knowledge.

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You groan as you enter your room after a long stressful day, plopping down on your bed. You were tired, annoyed, angry, and frustrated. Hell! Why wouldn't you be? Another failed mission, and the worst part of it all? You were blamed for the unforeseeable factor which caused the mission to fail. Well, at least there wasn't a single casualty. A rare occurrence.

"Urgh fucking great! Of course, it's my fault! I mean yeah I controlled the titans who made us break our formation!" You let out in an exasperated tone, sitting up on your bed as you start undressing out of that stupid, uncomfortable uniform, tossing it all in a corner.

""Y/N! WhAt aRe yOu dOiNg WhY aRe tHeRe sO mAny tItAns? WhY DiDn'T YoU TeLL uS thErE aRe gOinG To Be sO mAnY aBnoRmALs iN oUr wAy?!"", you mock Levi's words as you get up from your bed and make your way over to the closet to get a change of clothes. He's been like this, blaming you for the most irrelevant things, ever since you were assigned a squad leader yourself. You tried ignoring his condescending remarks, illogical arguments, and wrongfully placed blames in the beginning but it's getting more and more unbearable with every mission you go on.

"Um... I don't know... MAYBE THE FACT THAT THERE WAS NO WAY I WOULD'VE KNOWN!" You yell out in the empty room.

"I can not believe I used to like-like him. Who am I kidding? I still like that stupid ass head! URRRGH WHY DID I HAD TO HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIM OUT OF ALL PEOPLE?!", you shriek out in an irritated tone, opening your closet door with such force that a box tumbles down from the top shelf, spilling its contents on the ground.

You sigh, closing your eyes and massaging your temples in an attempt to calm yourself down. You glance down at the box that had just tumbled out of your closet, seeing a pair of cuffs and a collar that had fallen out of the box. "Oop," you think as you realize it was your sex-toy box that had fallen out of your closet.

"Oh... I forgot I even had these things..." You mumble, bending down to pick up the items and the box, making your way back to your bed and emptying all the contents on the mattress. The collars, handcuffs, vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, ropes, etc. You had bought most of these items when you were with your ex.

Amidst the breakup and you gaining more responsibilities in the scouts, it's been a little over a year since you've used any of the items inside the box. Hell, you barely have any time to pleasure yourself with your fingers, let alone have sex with someone or have the luxury of using all these toys on yourself.

You pick up the pretty pink coloured wand-type vibrator, pressing down on the power button, the vibrator buzzing to life. You didn't think it was even charged. Well, at least you hadn't ran out of luck... yet. You turn it back off, biting down on your bottom lip, contemplating whether you should use it on yourself right now or not.

You quickly get up and get rid of your panties, climbing back on your bed as you crawl to the center, propping the pillows against the headboard, turning around and leaning back on it, spreading your legs.

Your mind automatically travels back to the one person you've liked for so long. As creepy or weird as it may feel, you can't help it. How his lips might feel against yours, or his hand wrapped around your throat, his fingers tangled in your hair tugging on it, or how his fingers would feel inside you... or even better his d-

*SIGH*

Taking a deep breath to relax, you trail your fingertips down your chest, stopping at your nipples to gently squeeze and tug on them.

"Maybe this is how his fingers would feel..."

You bite back a small moan at the sensation, it's been a while since the (Y/N/C) buds received any attention.

You take your sweet time to rile yourself up, switching between squeezing your boobs and pinching and tugging on your nipples. Your mind clouding up with all kinds of inappropriate thoughts and you can already feel the heat pooling between your legs by just stimulating your nipples and by the thoughts of how Levi would fuck you...

You keep your left hand on your left boob and trail your right hand down until your fingers touch slick folds, your fingers rubbing up and down, spreading your arousal. A small, almost inaudible whimper falls off your lips as your fingers finally connect with your throbbing clit.

In the blink of an eye, your fingers are moving in a circular motion over your clit, applying just enough pressure to have you squirming and moaning. It's been so long, even the slightest touch has you going crazy.

You begrudgingly disconnect your fingers with your clit, just for a few moments until your fingers were replaced with the head of your wand vibrator, your other hand spreading your folds as you press down the vibrating head against your clit. You throw your head back, moaning loudly as pleasure spreads through your body like wildfire.

"O-oh... fuuck..."

You moan out as you apply more pressure, moving the vibrator up and down your clit slightly, the movement combined with the intense vibration causing your toes to curl and your eyes to roll at the back of your head in pleasure.

Sliding your fingers down towards your entrance, you push a finger inside your wet cunt that slides in with ease, and curl it upwards in a come hither motion, with your walls clenching around your finger as the tip rubs against your g-spot and the vibrator's sweet assault on your clit, it doesn't take long to feel the knot in your lower stomach tighten.

Throwing your head back in pleasure, small moans and whimpers fall off your lips, quickly adding in another finger inside, plunging them as deep as they can go, the tips rubbing against that sweet spot inside your tight pussy, as you draw your orgasm closer and closer with each thrust and movement of your fingers against your g-spot, combined with the intense vibration against your swollen clit.

"Fuck fuck fuck... oh... god... L-Leviii fuck...!"

You scream out in pleasure, applying more pressure on your clit with the vibrator, your fingers halting their thrusting movement as your cunt clenches around them, your lower stomach fluttering, your toes curling and back arching, as the euphoric sensation takes over your mind and body.

Pulling your fingers out of your throbbing pussy and turning the vibrator off, you try to catch your breath, still coming down from the high of the orgasm you just had.

"I- uh... *ahem*..."  Your head snaps up towards the direction of the door, the moment you heard someone clear their throat, and there he stood in your doorway, in all his red-faced glory, your soul leaving your body when you see his face.

It takes a moment for your brain to register, but you snap out of it when you see Levi take the tiniest step forward.

"FUCKING SHIT! LEVI WHAT THE HELL?!"

You yell as you jump up to cover yourself with the blanket and hastily trying to hide the multiple sex toys that were splattered all over your bed.

"I- uh...." Levi opens and closes his mouth, failing to realise that he's gawking at your naked figure. He averts his gaze only after you pull the blanket up to your chest and awkwardly try to hide his hard-on. He quickly turns around, his mind finally processes the situation, but not before you catch a glimpse of his situation down there.

"I just... came here to apologise for how I had been acting towards you over the past few weeks Y/N," Levi says, trying to make everything less.. awkward?

You just stare at the back of his head. You're way too embarrassed to even breathe at this point. How long was he standing there? How the hell did you not hear him come in? How did you even forget to lock the door before your genius self decided to masturbate?

Levi breaks the silence when you don't say anything. "Y/N...? I'm sorry the door was open and I-..."

"How long were you standing there for?" You ask.

You'd much rather die of a heart attack or something at this moment instead of having to face him. It'd be much easier than having to go through this.

"A while I guess...." He replies, scratching the back of his head.

*bonk*

You throw the first thing that you could reach. It was a purple dildo.

"Hey, Ow!" He mumbles, rubbing the spot where the dildo just hit him.

"AND YOU JUST STOOD THERE WATCHING ME INSTEAD OF LEAVING OR AT LEAST SAYING SOMETHING?!?!" You yell at him, throwing a pillow at his head this time.

"Well, you did moan my name brat!" Levi sasses in response when the pillow hits him.

"Stop throwing things at me brat!" Levi says, turning around on his feet to face you with a glare until he catches the sight of the purple dildo lying near his feet. He bends down to pick it up and smirks at you.

"Or I can just remind you whose name you were just moaning..." He says as he dangles your purple dildo in front of him

"LEVI!" You yell at him again, moving forward and attacking him by throwing everything that is within range at him.

"OKAY SORRY! SORRY!!!" Levi laughs as he dodges everything that's plunged in his direction and he's on the bed in front of you, holding your wrists down.

Your breath hitches in your throat at the close proximity between the two of you and you freeze up.

"I never said I was complaining about it. If anything it's nice to know that you think of me when you touch yourself. Because it just means that I wouldn't have to worry about you liking me back when I ask you out tomorrow" Levi says, letting go of your wrists and booping your nose with his stupid cocky grin before turning around and leaving your room.

"What just... happened..."

You think to yourself as you're left alone in your room, dumbfounded, to say the least.

[ijustwant2write]

Bad Boy-John Shelby x Reader

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Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi do you think u can do a John Shelby imagine where they are dating and y/n is a good innocent girl but freaky with John and her parents want to Him over for dinner John wants to piss off her dad cause he’s not a fan of the blinders and does subtle things to annoy him like touching y/n at the end of the night when they are saying goodbye at his car they have a heated make out sesh and John knows her dad is looking through the window so spices it up a bit . ❤️’

Characters: John Shelby x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Smut from the start (unsafe sex!), dirty talk, swearing, arguing, mentions of violence and death, fluff

(A/N: Amelia and Henry are made up characters)

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I clamped my hand over my mouth tightly, struggling to keep in the whimpers and moans as John continuously thrusted into me. However, the boxes I was perched on were full of bottles of beer, causing them to clang against each other.We were in the stock room of the Garrison, luckily having the music, singing and loud chatter drowning out the noise we were creating. John’s hands gripped at the skin around my hips, that cocky smirk on his face that I loved so much. For some reason, an idea popped into my head, and in the state of euphoria I was in just made me say it out loud.

“John...” was all I managed to breath out at first.

“Fuck, I love it when you say my name. Say it again.” he instructed.

“I want you to meet my parents.”

He suddenly stopped, making me realise it wasn’t the best time to bring that up.“You what?”

We were both heavily breathing.“Sorry, I don’t know why I said that just then.”

He scoffed, sighing as he slid out of me.“Well, that’s finished with.”

“I’m sorry! They want to meet you. They know who you are, but they want to try and treat this like they did with my sister.”

“You sure you want that? Remember what you told me when they first found out about us?”

I rolled my eyes, hitching up my stocking as he did up his trousers.“It was their idea, not mine.”

“You don’t want me meeting them?”

“Of course I do, I just-” I caught him trying to hide a laugh, he was winding me up.“You’re such a little shit.”

He stood in between my legs again, hands on my thighs before I could push my skirt down.“Well, if I have been summoned by the Lord (Y/L/N)-”

“Oh my god,” I threw my head back as I laughed in frustration,“would you stop calling him that! I’m the same class as you.”

“What have I always said?”

I shrugged my shoulders, but knew what he was referring to.

“You were always meant to be a fucking princess, Princess (Y/N) of Birmingham.”

I laughed at him.“Oh shut up! Are you coming to dinner or not?”

“If you ask me nicely.”

“And how do I do that?”

“By finishing what we started.”

John and I had been together for a few months now, much to my parents dismay. It had started as a drunk one night stand; we were both at the Garrison, and seemingly chose each other for the night. However, when you’re young, poor and living in Small Heath, there aren’t a lot of places to go out, so me and my friends went to the Garrison all the time. This meant I also saw John again....and again....and again, and again. We slept we each other maybe three more times before wondering if this could become a thing; from there onwards, we found out more about each other, and he brought out a side of me I had been hiding, also wanting to release.

On the day of the dinner, I wanted to see John before he arrived. I lied to my mum, saying we had no bread (which I had hidden away), and practically running out of the house to ‘buy’ some. I told John what time to be at mine, also lying to make him leave earlier so I could meet him halfway. In the bakery, I threw the money onto the counter after picking up a loaf of bread, speedily walking away as I prayed I would run into John. Luck was on my side as I spotted him, already heading in the direction of my home.

“John!” I shouted, the whole street now looking at me as I sprinted past them. 

He whipped around at the noise, hand hovering over where his gun would be. When he saw me, he didn’t relax, wondering why I was yelling his name and running like a mad man.

“I’m so glad I caught you.” I struggled to say, out of breath.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he panicked.

“No, no I’m fine. I’m a terrible runner though.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Bread.” I said, holding up the loaf as evidence.“And also, to see you.”

“I was just leaving.”

“Yes, I can see that. I just wanted to go over some rules.”

“Rules? Oh come on (Y/N)-”

“No, listen to me.” I held up the bread instead of pointing my finger at him.“I love you. I always take your side for everything. We both know my parents don’t like this, but seeing as I am a grown woman, they don’t do anything to stop me. So just for today, we’re going to abide to their rules.”

He rolled his eyes.“Right, so I’ve got to be the uptight prat that your parents want you to be with?”

“They know what you’re like already, and even if they didn’t, they would be able to see through that act. Just let my dad be my dad.”

“If he says something fucking offensive, I’m not going to stay quiet!”

“Fine, then be political about it. Don’t shout at each other, try to make small talk, but no talking about guns, violence, killing-”

“Alright, are you going to go?”

“Sorry. I just want this to be easy. I hate seeing you stressed. I love you.”

He held my hand, starting to walk.“Yeah, yeah. Come on, I’ve got the car parked up in the garage.”

I hated that he hadn’t sent it back, but I understood why he was being like this. I was making him be someone he wasn’t. I loved John as a person, however, I couldn’t be dealing with a screaming match between him and my family.

“John, I do love you.” I said after a few minutes of walking.

“I know. I love you too.” he eventually smiled.“Just want you all to myself now, you know? We wouldn’t have to be dealing with this.”

“Soon darling. We’ll get that house soon enough. Oh, I’ve just remembered something else!”

“Rule number...I’ve lost count, maybe one hundred?”

“No inappropriate stuff. No touching, kissing, being sneaky, nothing!”

“That’s going to be incredibly hard. Especially with that dress.” 

Once we made it to my house, I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before getting out of the car. Opening the front door. I called out to my parents, hearing them reply from the front room. I told John to remove his coat whilst I rushed into the kitchen with the bread, carelessly chucking it on the side before getting back to him. I saw a hint of nerves in his eyes, though his pride covered it. Taking his hand in mine, I guided us to my family, surprised to see who was sitting with them.

“Amelia? What are you doing here? And with Henry?” I asked.

“Well, Henry would happen to be here with me because he’s my husband. I’m sure you remember being at the wedding.” she quipped.

“I don’t remember the boring days of my life. Not worth it.”

“(Y/N).” mum warned.

“Anyway,” I looked up at John,“I would like you to all meet John Shelby. We’ve been seeing each other for quite some time and-”

“We know who he is.” dad sighed, not even bothering to stand from his seat. 

“You’re the ones who invited him over. It would be nice of you to greet him properly.”

Dad stood slowly, making his way towards us, making me think he was getting up to shake John’s hand. Instead he just stopped, not looking either of us in the eye.

“I need a drink.”

He broke us apart by walking through us, mum timidly following. I felt like swearing and screaming. It was their idea. They wanted to meet him but then they were being like this. I sent an apologetic smile to John as we sat down.

“So,” I thought I would try and make conversation,“John, this is my sister Amelia and her husband Henry. She used to live here but she moved away a few years ago.”

“Had to find a better area, you know? Safer for the children we were planning for.” Amelia smugly smiled.

“Such a saint is my sister.”

“It’s like Mary and Joseph.” John chuckled, causing me to laugh.

“Well that would make you Judas and...and whoever he was with then, wouldn’t it?” Amelia desperately tried.

“Nice one Amelia. Don’t think too hard next time, yeah?”

Before she could snap back, mum called us to the dinner table. I realised we would all be squashed around it, seeing as only four people could usually fit there. I made sure John was sat beside me, Amelia and Henry opposite us and my parents at either head of the table. Our knees were almost touching we were that close. Dinner started silent, everyone tucking into the small meal. We were poor, we never had a lot to eat; which was why I was surprised that Amelia was here, there were now three more mouths to feed, not just John. But I knew why she was really here. Amelia had done what our parents wanted, found a good man who could provide her with the bare necessities and keep her out of trouble. They wanted me to reflect on who I was in love with, try to change my mind. Wasn’t going to happen.

“So what is it you actually do?” Henry asked. I was unsure if it was supposed to be malicious or whether he was actually curious.

“Work in the betting shop.” John answered.

“Yeah, but, you know, on the side.”

“Henry, we don’t want to get involved.” Amelia scolded him.

“Just because you’ve graced me with your presence, that doesn’t mean you’re on some sort of hit list.”

“No, but my sister is.”

“Amelia, shut up.” I snapped.

“No, she’s right.” John said, causing me to whip my head round to him. He went against my instructions, placing his hand on my thigh.“But I wouldn’t let anyone hurt my girl. They would be dead before they even thought about it.”

Although I had told him to not talk of such things or stoop to my families level, my heart melted at the (somewhat morbid) statement.

“Am I hearing this right?” mum laughed, but their was no humour behind it.

“Mum, try to not get upset.” Amelia held her hand.

Now it was my turn to laugh.“Oh my god.” Everyone looked at me, John was smirking whilst the others were frowning.“You’re such a hypocrite.”

“What?”

“You were sneaking out all the time, seeing different boys every weekend. What makes you so much better than me?”

“I’m not with a criminal.”

“All of you stop it!” dad exclaimed, slamming his fist down on the table.“And get your fucking hand off my daughter.”

Amelia tutted.“Henry would never-”

“You and Henry were fucking upstairs before dinner when he came round the first time!” I butted in.

“Sounds like a good time to me.” John mumbled under his breath.

“How dare you?!” mum was shocked.

“I knew this was a stupid idea. Get out, now!”

“With pleasure.” John stood, grabbing my hand.

I quickly left with him, grabbing the key off the counter and locking the door behind me. It made me laugh hearing their shouts of protest and banging on the door. We rushed to the car, scared that they would somehow break down the door. John leaned me back against it, hands sliding down the side of my body and gripping my arse. He knew what he was doing, especially since my family now had their faces pressed against the window.

“Well, that was...quick.” I giggled.

“Yeah, you’re not used to that.” John joked.

“You have to make it all about sex, don’t you?”

“(Y/N), I don’t give a fuck about what they think, and neither do you. As soon as I get this bit of business sorted with Tom and Arthur, I’m buying that house and you are moving in with me. Then we’ll get married straight away-”

“I hope this isn’t your proposal.”

“Don’t you worry, I’ve got something big planned for that.”

He leaned down to kiss me, gripping onto my arse firmly. As he deepened the kiss, adding tongues, he forced his knee between my legs, and I subconsciously started rubbing against it, only subtly. I made sure he stayed close by pulling him in by his coat. The neighbours would surely be watching, it was a small street, which would drive my parents insane. This only fuelled something in me, and I wanted to keep going. 

“I suggest we take this somewhere more private. Like, right now.” John breathlessly said.

I frantically nodded, and we both headed for opposite sides of the car, until I saw I still had the key in my hand. Hurriedly making my way back to the door, I ignored my family who had now managed to open the windows, screaming at me as I posted the key through the letter box. Running as fast as I could back to the car, I felt the adrenaline rush through me, giggling like a maniac at the thought of my parents catching me. Slamming the door shut as I jumped in the car, John floored it, and we looked like we escaped from an insane asylum as we laughed.

I stuck my head out of the car and screamed,“I fucking love you John Shelby!”

He pulled me back in by my dress, squeezing my thigh once I sat down.“I love you too, you fucking maniac.”

“I don’t think I’ll be allowed back there, you know.”

“Good thing you’re staying with me then.”

“You sure you’re ready for all of this?”

“I’ve been ready since I laid eyes on your face...and those tits, and that arse-”

“You make it seem like you’re only in it for my body.”

“Nah, that’s the ultimate bonus though. I already said it, but once you’re with me, I protect you and love you. You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine. Make sure to do your coat up before you get out the car, it’s a bit obvious down there.”

[ssatoritendou]

You Are My Sunshine

Pairing: kaminari/reader

Denki Kaminari

Word count: 1.1k

+ summary: You were forced to tell Mina that you have a crush on Kaminari and you are worried that she will tell the sparky hero to be.

Genre: fluff

"So......" "So what Mina?" You said to her as you were walking back to your rooms. "Uraraka likes Midoriya, Momo likes Todoroki, I like Sero, and now who do you like?" "I don't like anyone. And the sleepover is over now.” You said looking away trying to avoid her question. "You are such a liar. Your face is red. You got to tell me now." "What does Miss. Sunshine has to tell you, Mina?" Denki said coming out of the bathroom. "Who she likes?” Mina said laughing and twirling her hair. Her laugh turning into a smirk directed at you. "Ooh, gossip I want to know. What did the girls really think of me?” He said with a big smile and dopey eyes. "I'm not telling you Pikachu," You said ruffling his hair. "Fine ___.” He stuck out his tongue at you. You giggled and smiled. He went back to his room. "Pika pika girls.” He said with a peace sign "Night Kaminari," You said with a sigh in your voice and a smile. "Yea night Kami,” Mina said with a smile and waving at the sparky boy. She looked at you and back to the door. She noticed how you looked at the door with adoration. Her mouth dropped open. “You like him?!” Mina whisper-shouted at you and hitting your arm at the same time. “No!" You said back to her and rubbing your arm at the same time. "Liar liar pants on fire. Your face is red again." "So? You only like Sero because you want to know what it would be like if he taped you down as he fucks you senseless." "No- I like his hair and how nice he is. The kink comes with it." She laughed. "Uh-huh. I'm going to bed."

"I'm bored ___!” Denki said leaning back on your desk. "You should probably listen to Mic. English is just as important as quirk training Denki." "But I'm bored." "Pikachu if you don't shhh I'm going to kill you.” "What's got your panties in a twist?" "Nothing. I have just been having a bad week." You were becoming increasingly nervous that Mina would tell Kaminari that you had a crush on him. “We can talk about it later.” "Your dorm. You got it Sunshine." Denki said with a wink. You turned around when you felt Mina poke your back. Her face was making kissing noises. You grumbled. “HEY, GIRLS! STOP THE GIGGLING AND PAY ATTENTION TO THE LESSON!” Mic yelled across the classroom. “Yes Present Mic.” The two of you said looking down at your desk.

You were just starting to start training with Midnight. It was special training today girls were specifically with Midnight and the boys were working with All Might. You walked over to Mina as she was stretching before training.“Mina, I have a question?” “Sure what is it, Sunshine.” She said with a knowing smile. “First of all don’t call me that only Denki can call me that. Second of all, you aren’t going to tell him right?” “Of course not. No need to worry. I might be best friends with Kami but I always say Hoes before the Bros.” She said with a thumbs up.

You had gotten back from training with Midnight. The training today was really intense and kind of inappropriate because well it was Midnight. You laid down on your bed, screamed into the pillow. You knew that your tantrum and freak out could not last long because you had homework to do. Jirou was just as frustrated as you, you were guessing because she began playing her electric guitar. "Sunshine are you ready to talk?” Denki said walking into your room. "No, I'm working on the English assignment.” You said with a sigh. "There was an English assignment? Oh well.” He said with a chuckle. "Denki can you come back later?” "No. I'll just wait here on your bed." He said. He jumped onto your bed. His fingers started twitching across his chest and he started making faces. ”What are you doing? It looks like you're having a spasm.” You said laughing. "I play a mean air guitar if that's what you're asking." "Very cute." "Are these your sisters?" He said pointing to the picture frame on your desk. "The devils? Yes, that's them. They want to meet you." "Do you talk about me when I'm not around?" He had a wicked grin on his face looking at you. "Just your face after you use all your quirk." You giggled while doing an impression of his whey face. "Oh, that's very funny you. But you want to know something funny?" He had already gotten up and walked behind you. "Denki what is funnier than your face?" You laughed once again turning back to your homework. "I can't stop thinking about you." He placed a light kiss on the base of your neck. "Denki? What the hell?” You said getting flustered and pushing him away slightly. "I'm sorry. I heard you and Mina talking last night in the hallway. I thought you liked me." He was about to leave. You pulled him back but by doing that you both tripped and fell onto your bed. You straddled him and kissed back him. He let out a shock of energy. "Ouch Denki." "Sorry, Sunshine. You caught me off guard." "Don't do that next time." "There's going to be a next?" "Does this answer your question?" You grabbed his face and lightly kissed him. He leaned into it and he kissed you harder. He ran his hands all over you as you ran my hands through his hair. You would only come up for air when or when you needed to moan. "Hey, idiots shut up!" Jirou said through the wall. "Jirou you were loud first!" You yelled back. "I'll stop if you tell me who is on top of you?" "Hey, Jirou shut up I'm trying to please my woman!" Kaminari screamed. "EW!" She screamed. "I'm oddly both grossed out and very happy for you!" "Ok! Thank you!" You said. "Please don't have sex in your room." "Ok." "I can't make any promises," Denki said. He said with an evil grin. He then took my lip been his teeth. "Oh Kami, you're so bad.” You said teasing the girl next door. "Really baby? You like me like this. How does this feel?" He shocked you again. "Ah, Kaminari yes. Keep doing that!" "Stop! I beg you two to stop." Both Kaminari and you snickered at the fact you made her so uncomfortable. "Can we cuddle Kami?" "Yes, baby." He brought you in closer to his body and you fell asleep safely in his arms.

[themadlostgirl]

When It’s Cold (4)

*I reiterate: horny teens are horny and stupid teens are stupid. Short but somewhat smutty chapter ahead.*

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I woke with small relief the next morning to the central heating being turned back on. I swung out of bed and started getting ready for the day. I had half convinced myself that the kiss between Felix and I last night had been a dream. If it had been a dream though it would have ended a lot nicer than it actually had. Maybe with us keeping each other warm in a big cushy bed. But no. Felix had to kiss me and run. Selfish, heart mangling, prick!

After my shower I got dressed and went downstairs to grab some breakfast. What I found in the kitchen was not the cold cereal I had resigned myself to. There was a plate of fresh piping hot waffles, eggs, bacon, toast with butter and jellies, a tall glass of juice, and a warm cup of tea made the way I preferred. Felix was at the sink cleaning the dishes he had used to make this grand breakfast.

“Don’t just gawk at it,” he said over his shoulder, “Sit down and eat before it goes cold.”

“But how did…”

“This is the same time you come down for breakfast everyday.” He answered. “Like I said, don’t stare at it going cold. Eat something.”

“Right,” I picked up a piece of toast to nibble on. “You made all of this for me?”

“Yes,” he nodded, his gaze stuck to the dishes he was washing. “I figured it was the least I could do after yelling at you last night.”

“Wow,” I scoffed, “Didn’t think you’d actually admit it happened. I figured you’d avoid me all day.”

“Something you said last night resonated with me.” He shrugged, “Besides, there’s no use hiding from you since we live together.”

“What’s sparked this sudden change?” I tore into my perfectly fluffy waffles.

“It’s the same reason I came to Storybrooke with you in the first place.” He turned off the water and finally looked at me, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Felix…”

“Stop staring at me like that.” He groaned. His cheeks were red and I stifled a laugh. “I meant what I said last night...up until I ran away from you that is. And what you said about how we don’t have to worry about what anyone else thinks struck a chord with me. There is no one here to judge us. I don’t have to worry that someone may think I’m going soft because I...I…”

“You what?”

“I like you. I really like you. I think I liked you even before we left Neverland. It’s the reason I followed you out here.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You’re fun and funny and smart and fierce. These past several weeks with you have been some of the happiest I’ve ever been simply because you’ve been next to me. I was scared of that feeling but I don’t want to be. I just want you.”

I stood up. Felix was still staring at the ground. “But I was a jerk to you and I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore but I wanted to tell you--”

“Felix,” I tilted his head up to look at me, “I like you, idiot.”

“You do?” His eyebrows knit together, “Really? Even after last night?”

“I was prepared to be mad at you today but then you made me a nice breakfast and had an open and sincere conversation with me so I’m feeling forgiving.” I giggled. “Do you want to know how you can make it up to me even more though?”

“How?” He asked, a disbelieving but dorky smile adorning his face.

“Kiss me again.”

Felix closed the distance between us. The kiss was a lot more gentle than last night. When I didn’t push him away he went in for another. His lips softly caressing my own. His hands held my face. The soft short kisses slowly giving way to the passion and heat from last night. We were pulling each other closer. My back was pressed slightly against the countertop keeping me from falling.

We pulled back breathless and smiling. I sat back down to finish my breakfast despite it going cold. A small price to pay for what I got out of it.

For the rest of the day Felix was not far from my reach. Every so often no matter what we were doing he was turning my face to his and kissing me breathless once more. He lavished kisses to my neck as well as my lips. Sucking bruises onto my skin that had me whining and writhing. He was in love with the noises I was making when he kissed my neck so he made sure to do it often.

I tested my own hand at it and Felix damn near broke me in half with how hard he squeezed me when I sucked a bruise onto his neck. I was scared at first that he didn’t like it before he told me to do it again.

All those dirty dreams and lewd fantasies I had been having seemed closer than ever. I wasn’t sure if Felix on the same level as me though. I was ready for him to slam me up against the nearest wall and fuck me senseless this morning and it was only getting worse throughout the day. Sooner or later I was gonna have to woman up and see how he felt about sex but I figured give it a few days before dropping that suggestion. We had just admitted that we liked each other. Christening every inch of his mansion may be a little too much too soon. But god did I want it!

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Felix rode into town on your bike after lunch. He claimed that he needed to pick up an ingredient for dinner but in truth that was just an excuse to burn off some energy and do some secret shopping of his own.

This morning had gone better than he had hoped for. When he decided to make breakfast he thought of it as a peace offering gift. A metaphorical white flag to let you know that he didn’t want to fight with you. Then you two started talking and he started saying things he was planning on saving for when he was more sure he was in your good books again.

But you surprised him. You forgave him. You liked him! You asked him to kiss you. He spent the entire day wrapped in your embrace exploring every inch of skin he felt that he could get away with. He wanted to see more. Do more. Be more for you. Wanted to please you in every way that he could. Ravish you.

When you had sucked that hickey onto his neck he was this close to bending you over the coffee table and fucking the life out of you. But he remained in control. You may have forgiven him and even confessed that you liked him but that didn’t mean you were ready or even willing to let him into your bed. When and if that day ever came though he wanted to be prepared.

He grabbed a few groceries you were running low on as well as a pack of condoms. He had passed by them once or twice on other grocery runs. He knew he was old enough to not have to be embarrassed about it but his cheeks were definitely pink as the cashier lady rung up his items.

When he got home he quickly stashed the box in his bedside drawer and got to making dinner. He had already planned on making your favorite in case breakfast didn’t work out. Now it was just another sign to show you how much he really did care about you. Cause he did. Felix cared about you so much. He wasn’t sure if it was love. He for sure liked you and at this point he called you his best friend but love was something he had never experienced before and he figured it was too soon to call anything between you two love yet.

He loved the way your eyes lit up when he presented dinner to you. You jumped up and down and pulled him down for a quick kiss before sitting down for your meal. The pair of you stayed up longer watching crappy late night TV before you started to nod off. Felix made sure to get you back up to your own room so you could sleep comfortably.

He wanted to give you your space but since confessing how he felt about you he had gotten a little clingy. Night after night of laying alone in his big empty room in his big empty bed he found that he missed. It had only been a couple hours and you were right down the hall and he missed you. He really was gone for you. Just a few days of making out together and he couldn’t stay away from you.

Resigning himself to the fact that he wasn’t going to get much sleep anyways he left his room to go see if you were still awake. There were nights you stayed up late, maybe you would be.

He stopped outside your door. There was no light shining underneath but he thought he could hear you inside. Felix was being a creep. He shouldn’t be out here listening for you just cause he suddenly can’t handle being more than five feet away from you now.

“I am pathetic.” He muttered to himself as he started to shuffle away. Then, out of the stillness of the dark he heard your voice. He went back to the door. Were you awake after all? He pressed his ear to the door trying to hear better.

“Fuck…” he heard your muffled voice, “God--fuck--yes!”

Your voice shot straight to his cock. You were awake and you were moaning.

He should leave. He should really leave. It was inappropriate to come around like a helpless pup in the first place but staying to listen to you moan as you pleasured yourself was the actions of a pervert. Didn’t mean he couldn’t take the memory of those moans back to his own room for his own enjoyment though.

“Fuck, Felix!” You moaned louder and Felix suddenly found himself rooted to his spot.

You were pleasuring yourself whilst thinking about him. You were just beyond this door imagining it was him giving you this pleasure. Felix’s cock was straining against his pajama pants aching to be touched. He wanted to go in there and make whatever dirty fantasies you were envisioning real. He wanted to make you moan louder, scream his name so that everyone in Storybrooke knew who was responsible for making you feel so good. Fuck, he really wanted that.

Walk away.

Walk away.

Walk away!

“Fuck it.” Felix gave in as he braced his back against your door.

He wouldn’t go in. He didn’t want to scare you with his desires no matter how much they seemed to align with your own. But he would indulge in the sweet sounds of your moans even if it did make him feel like a pervert for doing it.

He freed his cock from his pants and closed his eyes as he focused in on your voice. The image of you laying on your bed buck naked and legs spread wide. Your hand between your legs as you pumped your finger in and out. Fuck, the thought that that was really happening just on the other side of this door almost had him cumming right then.

He made the image better though. He imagined his hands between you instead. His fingers working you into this whining mess as you cursed and clenched around him.

“God yes, fuck,” your voice trickled into his ear and he gripped his cock tighter. “Felix, oh god, Felix yes!”

He licked his lips. He could practically smell the arousal on you now. How badly he wanted to taste it. He wanted to hook your legs over his shoulder and devour your cunt. Feel the wet juice trickle down his chin as he ate you out. Your hands in his hair holding him there as he brought you to the edge.

“Fuck me,” Your moans were getting louder, “Oh god, fuck me. Fuck me!”

He would. God he would. He would bury himself in you and never leave. He imagined your cunt wrapped around him. Squeezing the life out of him as he held your hips down and pounded into you. Drawing out those moans and pleas.

“Felix,” Your voice whined, verging on desperate, “Felix, I’m gonna cum!”

Do it. He begged in his mind as he fucked his fist harder. Cum for me!

“Fuck! Felix! Felix!” You practically screamed. Felix brought a hand up to cover his mouth as his own orgasm hit him. He stayed leaning against the door as the euphoria of the moment washed away with the little whimpers of your orgasm beyond the door.

As enjoyable as the experience was in the moment he looked down at the mess on his hands with disappointment. Masturbating to the girl he liked right outside her door. He really was a pervert.

He quickly retreated back to his room. The echoes of your moans still ringing in his ears. He was hard again within seconds. Damn. If this was how he was acting after only hearing your muffled moaning how was he gonna be if he ever got to actually be with you?

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[bossbex]

5x06 Reaction

JARCHIE!!! I missed their interactions so much... like honestly in S4 they barely spoke.  I’m loving the “roommates” dynamic.  

Ok the kevin/fangs/toni apartment(?) is... amazing!!

I love how they hired actual teenagers (or close to it) to play the high school kids... since all the “teachers” were playing high school students, what, 3 episodes ago?? 

Ok mechanic Betty is SO HOT

DORITOS I AM CRYING AT THIS PRODUCT PLACEMENT

Veronica’s taking over the Blue Velvet!!! Why not reuse that set lmao

Thoughts on this initial barchie interaction: 

I’ve seen all the discourse about it seeming like Archie doesn’t care about Betty’s problems, or not taking them seriously, and people comparing Archie’s “oof - that sucks” to jughead’s “white noise” speech in 1x08 (which I thought was cringy AF and I even liked b*ghead at the time) and here’s what I’ll say: 

His “oof - that sucks” comment as MATCHING Betty’s tone - she says it kind of matter of factly and with a bit of an eyeroll, she does NOT seem very upset about it, and she is a grown ass adult who DOESN’T need Archie’s condolences in that moment - and Archie knows that. 

She then brings up Polly, and Archie ASKS A FOLLOW UP QUESTION: “didn’t your mom say she does this? Takes off for a couple of days” which shows that he is referring to a previous conversation about this - they’ve BEEN talking about it and he DOES care (not to mention they showed that he had texted her about Polly at the end of the last episode)

She says she’s trying not to panic - because she knows this is something Polly does and may not actually be in danger - SO HE OFFERS A DISTRACTION during a time when she is basically asking for one, and then SHE COMES UP WITH THE IDEA OF WHERE TO GO HAVE SEX

Anyway I have argued with enough people on twitter about this lol.. I feel strongly.  Also, this scene was super cute and both Archie and Betty look so good in it.  

I love Tabitha.  Smart, enterprising, witty... I’m all for the Jugitha pairing. (seriously though, is a ship name decided for them? I’ve seen Tabhead and Jabitha as well, lol.  

Uhhhhh ok this car sex scene? It somehow feels even more explicit than the shower scene?? The moaning and breathing?? HOW DARE THESE STONEWALL KIDS INTERRUPT THIS

LMAO NIGHT JOGGING

Is it just me or is Sheriff Keller looking really hot? Silver fox??  

I have to note that Archie’s hair colour looks SO BAD in this whole episode but especially this football scene with the Reggie confrontation.  It’s like, almost burgundy? But somehow bright orange at the same time? I hate it.  

Ok Cole is absolutely nailing this “down on his luck, beaten down” adult Jughead.  His character is funny all the sudden?? I love that he kept the money in the tip jar like OF COURSE

Ok Chad coming into Veronica’s class HE’S THE WORST!!! And then SITTING AT THE BACK I HATE HIM SO MUCH FOR THIS

Alright, now we have another scene that has people talking, which is where Archie meets Chad.  My thoughts: 

Archie clearly sizes up Chad.  I mean, he dated Veronica for 3-ish years (in the show’s timeline) so yeah, it’s normal to meet your ex’s new partner and size them up.  It read more like “he thinks Chads a douche” as opposed to “he’s jealous of Chad because he wants to be with V”.  

They show makes a point of showing Betty’s reaction to them meeting.  THIS SHOT IS NOT RANDOM.  Yes, I’m sure the show will go there, she’ll get jealous of V at some point.  Betty thinking that Archie is jealous of Chad is not the same as Archie actually being jealous of Chad.  

I kind of loved how Chad just jumps in here to join in the karaoke night - he didn’t redeem himself from the previous scene where he SAT IN THE BACK OF HER CLASS WHILE SHE WORKED but I like how they’re not playing him completely evil

Next scene: BETTY AND TONI ARE TALKING!!! I REPEAT!!! BETTY AND TONI ARE TALKING!!! Seriously, it’s so refreshing that they’re actually letting all kinds of new dynamics and character interactions happen this season.  

Also, NEDSLIST!!!! THIS SHOW!!!!

I am living for Cheryl being completely beautiful whilst yelling at construction workers.  

So like... she actually doesn’t have that much money. She couldn’t really afford the donation for the school... I kind of wish that once she says “I can’t afford it” people would like, not keep pushing? I’m looking at you Toni, whom I absolutely adore, I just wish the writers didn’t make it like Cheryl’s being squeezed dry.  I get that it’s needed for plot purposes but I don’t love it.  

Kevin and Betty are friends again!!! Love it!!! 

Karaoke night thoughts: 

At no point is Jughead hanging out or interacting with the rest of the group.  He stays separate from them - with Tabitha, which I appreciate, but I am just noting this because I’m sure it was done purposefully. 

“She probably forgot it’s Gekko now” uhhhh didn’t Toni announce V as “Veronica Gekko” in the last episode?? LOL THE SHADE

I love Veronica’s voice

Ok so Chad actually comes off so great in this scene?? I guess this is part of his manipulation - come off as such a great guy in front of all her friends to get them to like him? 

Jughead’s reaction to the duet is so me every time I’ve watched people do karaoke lmao

During the “or do you need more? Is there something else you’re searching for” they cut to Archie’s and Betty’s reaction.  Archie is not thinking about V in that moment.  

I am not seeing one iota of jealousy from Archie.  He looks genuinely happy for them.  

This Chad and Veronica bed scene makes me uncomfortable.  But I’m glad they’re showing their softer moments! 

The Archie/football recruitment sequence... Chad in the back of Veronica’s classroom again??? HOW IS THIS HAPPENING I HATE THIS!! Also, this is another scene where Chad looks jealous of Archie... not the other way around. 

Britta!!! I love her.  And I feel like the writers inserted her in specifically for Britta Lundin, former Riverdale writer and acclaimed author (read her book Ship It, seriously, it’s so good), and I love that. BUT THE WAY ARCHIE LOOKS AT BETTY IN THIS SCENE IS THAT EVEN LEGAL

We get the first glimpse Toni’s “Operation Bring Cheryl Out Of Hiding” plan here, when Archie asks her for funding for the football team and says its earmarked for something else (hmmmmmmm... this plan has been in the works for a while... and I’m here for it) 

Ok. This scene where Archie goes to ask Cheryl for money is... a mess.  My first reaction is that it was so OOC for Archie to bring up Jason in that way.  Then I got to thinking... Archie probably would want to honour his dad in that way and was genuinely suggesting that as something that might actually be helpful to her, as opposed to purposely trying to manipulate her.  He knows what it’s like to lose a family member, he just didn’t realize that Cheryl doesn’t grieve in the same way. The boy doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body.  Anyway, now he’s been banished from Thornhill! But don’t we see him (and everyone) there in a bts photo from possibly 5x08? Isn’t that at Thornhill? Will this be addressed or will the writers just forget it ever happened?

I love Betty and Kevin investigating together. It’s so refreshing. 

Ok this place Jughead is going to is legit the creepiest shit I’ve ever seen.  I am having trouble making myself care about this “Mothmen” plot??

Betty’s “Straight to the Point” interrogation style is actually effective in this truck stop stakeout scene.  

Alice again with her wine... I wonder if there will actually be an “Alice is an alcoholic” storyline or is the wine just part of her personality now?

Ok like it’s so inappropriate for a teacher to be wearing an HBIC shirt BUT I AM HERE FOR THIS DRAMATIC VIXENS HALLWAY WALK!! And Toni is correct, Cheer is a sport so sit down, Archie.  Notably Toni adds in “not even Cheryl managed to do that” - I’m thinking she new Ms. Bell would be eavesdropping ;)

WHY IS THIS PORTAIT OF JASON WORTH SO MUCH?? 

Is this Minerva character going to be important?? I keep seeing people talking about how she and Cheryl are going to hook up but is that just because she’s a female character who interacts with Cheryl? I’m not seeing it yet but hey, it’s Riverdale.  

JUGHEAD BRINGING UP THE EPIC HIGHS AND LOWS OF HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL I SCREAMED

Seriously though, since we know Jughead wasn’t there when Archie said that, there’s two options: Either Archie told him he said it, or (my preferable theory) Archie used to just SAY THAT REGULARLY and has said it in front of Jug lmao.

Chad again seems legit supportive when she tells him about her jewelry store plan?? THEY’RE SO UP AND DOWN!!! 

Ok, so Betty is an FBI agent (trainee, whatever) and she JUST NOW THOUGHT OF TRACING POLLY’S CELL PHONE

This scene... when Veronica finds out Chad has been talking to Hiram behind her back... this is where she decides she’s done with Chad. 

Another scene with Archie - I am still getting zero vibes that he’s into Veronica? And zero vibes that Veronica’s into Archie? It makes complete sense that Veronica would want to help the bulldogs.  Chad is a total dick here and is definitely threatened by Archie... again, not the other way around.  Side note: Chad, if threatened by Archie, is a TOTAL IDIOT for suggesting Archie renovates the Pembrooke - like, he’s going to be working? All the time? Where Veronica is staying? And probably taking his shirt off because he’s sweaty from all the working?? WHYYYYY WOULD CHAD ENCOURAGE THIS

This little flirty scene between Jughead and Tabitha (and it’s the first that I would say has any flirty undertones whatsoever) is pretty cute.  

THIS BARCHIE PORCH SCENE I HAVE THOUGHTS

The fact that people are suggesting Betty showed up there because she wanted to talk to Jughead is SENDINNNNGGGGGG

Let’s be clear, she only asked about Jughead so she could make sure he wasn’t home so that she could bone Archie. There is no other interpretation for this. 

THIS IS THE BEST BARCHIE KISS TO DATE

They are playing the song from the porch scene in the pilot... DON’T TELL ME BARCHIE IS MEANINGLESS WHEN THEY ARE USING THIS SONG

I think the fact that this is the first time they had sex and we didn’t see it is meaningful - they are showing that the relationship is deepening and they are more than “just sex”

As Betty leaves, Archie looks like he wants to reach out for her and then stops himself - he is definitely falling hard and he’s afraid Betty isn’t feeling the same way

Ok, Cheryl is straight up wearing lingerie in Toni’s office!!! And the red lipstick is back - notably, throughout the entire show, she has worn the red lipstick as a kind of shield - she never has it for her “vulnerable” scenes.  Seems like that is still happening. AND this is where we see Boss Toni’s plan come into fruition - she started up the vixens and MADE SURE CHERYL FOUND OUT ABOUT IT because she knew that was the one thing that would make Cheryl come out of her Thornhill hiding spot.  Well played, Toni.  

Archie and Veronica announcing the bulldog funding... again, I’m not seeing ANY “romantic/attraction” vibes here? He does react when she says her last name is Lodge again but like, anyone would? 

MS. BELL YOU GOSSIP I’M OK WITH YOU REPORTING TO CHERYL BUT I DRAW THE LINE AT HIRAM

Is Reggie... filing his nails? Lmao

I really hope Polly isn’t dead?? Like I very much want a Polly redemption story!! 

Sooooo I guess Archie and Jughead are both going to die in this fire? Lol... well... they’re main characters so I’m sure they’re good.  

I’m doooone for this week! So far really enjoying the timejump? Obviously because of barchie but also, everyone is just - better. 

Well this turned out to be a novel.  If you made it this far, thanks for reading :) 

[stachmousworld]

I could buy the mall...(Bucky’s Kitty)

I can’t let them go. They are both wild and I love it. Also, Mafia Bucky is my absolute favorite. He is shameless and horny and powerful and rich and considerate. 

Tags: voyeurism, sex in a public space (sorry Granny!) , squirting, vaginal fingering, daddy kink, no use of protection.

Pairing: Bucky x Y/N

Words: 1764

@niquemorris​ This one, right here, is scandalous 👀👀

Part 1 - Part 2 - 

They walked through the mall looking for the hygiene aisle.

“What do we need?” Bucky asked for the umpteenth times.

“We?” She asked, amused.

Bucky suddenly kissed the side of her neck making her squeal.

“Yes, we. Whatever you need I need it too.”

She chuckled. “So, do you have something to tell me?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. “I need pads. My period are coming next week,” she explained, with a little knowing smile.

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh.”

“Well I need them too,” he stated, stubborn.

She stopped in her tracks and raised her eyes to the ceiling.

“Bucky, Baby, I love you, you know that. But you are a heterosexual cisman. Why would you need pads?”

Bucky caressed his bearded jaw. “Yeah, you’re right,” he admitted with a childish pout.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath.

It didn’t take long before they found the right aisle. She was browsing different kinds of pads looking for the right one, meaning not too expensive. Brands created new pads that were supposed to be revolutionary and finally were not. She took a look at the composition of each and analyzed slowly the components.

“What are you doing?” Bucky muttered in her ear.

She shivered and nudged his head away. Persistent as always, Bucky hugged her from behind and kissed the top of her head.

“Bucky,” she whined. “Stop trying to distract me. It’s important.”

“Reading the composition of your pads is that serious.”

She finally reached the end of a long list of chemicals and answered, pensive. “Certain chemicals could cause cancer, which I’m sure you don’t want me to have.”

Bucky hummed, tightening his arms around her. “Not my little Kitty,” he said with a hint of possessiveness.

She tensed when she heard her nickname. There was only one reason why he’d use it. She pushed her butt against his groin and rolled her eyes. He was hard.

“Really, Bucky, in the mall? In broad daylight?” He rolled his hips against her backside. “And what made you horny? It can’t be pads?”

Bucky bit her lobe making her gasp. She tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let go. The only thing she could do was letting him do whatever he wanted. She glanced around and noticed an elderly woman staring at them.

She smiled awkwardly, trying to look as normal as possible. The woman sneered. She patted Bucky’s hand away from her skirt. But his second hand was quicker.

“Bucky, someone is watching,” she said through her teeth.

There was a moment of stillness. She could feel Bucky’s head moving behind her. She looked straightforward not wanting to partake into whatever Bucky was doing.

“Done,” he said, happy.

“Done wh—” She started. Bucky bit her neck and went back to his previous position. His hand was now under her skirt. She shrugged him away. Or she tried.

“Bucky…” she complained. Fucking hell…his fingers were already on her panties, circling her clit with ease. He nudged her legs open.

“Don’t care about anyone. Could fuck you right now and give them the show of their life.” He massaged her boob, pinching her nipple. She gasped and dropped her head. “Or better, I could buy the mall...”

The more he played with her clit the less she cared about being seen. Her resolution was slowly melting…god, she had to stop…

He slid two fingers into her hot, wet pussy. She bit her lips, holding on dear life to the shelf.

“Are you going to make a mess, Kitty?” He growled in her ear.

She didn’t have time to process what he said that he stopped. She leaned forward, pressing her head against the cold shelf and tried clear her mind. She had to put a stop. Right now.

“Is everything okay?” A young voice said. “A woman said she saw you doing…inappropriate stuff.”

“And?” Bucky retorted, gruff.

“An- and it is not legal…” The young employee stopped talking. “…Sir.”

“Do you know who I am, Kid?” Bucky slid his hand away from her pussy and spanked her butt making her yelp. He raised his hand to the employee and showed the signet ring around his glistening finger.

“Oh my God…” The young man replied, shocked. “I’m going to –.”

“Close the mall,” Bucky cut him coldly.

What?

“What?” The employee asked with a high-pitched voice.

“Yep. You see, my Kitty and I have some unfinished business. So unless you want to be on the front row of the best porn of your life, you better be quick.”

There was a moment of stillness, which didn’t seem to please Bucky. She glanced at the employee for the first time. His face was a burning red and he was stuttering silently. Bucky groaned, clearly annoyed. She heard the unmistakable sound of his belt.

She tried to turn around, but he forced her to lean on the shelf. The employee immediately took off to her biggest relief.

“Bucky what the fuck?!” She exclaimed, indignant, but painfully aroused. The fact that her man, the mafia boss, could just fuck her in the middle of the mall and no one would tell them shit was…thrilling. But she couldn’t let him know. If Bucky found out she was as depraved as he…

“What do you want Granny?” He barked suddenly making her jump.

Her head snapped to the right, where the old lady was back. Bucky kept unbuttoning his jeans, not even embarrassed.

“Degenerate!” She screamed, with a shrill voice.

Bucky pushed his jeans and boxer down and stood there, his erection standing proudly. He lifted her skirt and exposed her naked butt.

She didn’t know how to react. The entire situation was….unbelievable. Was she dreaming? Was that really happening?

Bucky teared her thong away from her pussy and slapped her butt with his dick.

“Don’t be jealous of us, Granny, you had all of your youth to get pounded. If you missed your chance, that’s on you.”

The woman’s face scrunched in disgust and obvious hatred.

“You’ll burn in hell!” She kept screaming.

Bucky didn’t reply to her own surprise. Instead, he gripped her hips massaging her them firmly. Why wasn’t he replying? She looked at the woman whose eyes were now on her.

“What would your dad say about his daughter being a slut.”

She opened her mouth to reply when Bucky cut her off.

“I’m okay with it.”

“You are not her dad!” She sneered.

“You hear what Granny said, Kitty? I’m not your dad.” He leaned forward. “What’s my name, Baby girl?”

She swallowed with difficulty.

“Daddy,” she mumbled.

He slapped her butt making her yelp.

“What’s my name?” He said, loudly.

She bit her lips, mortified. So, that was where she draw the line. At screaming Bucky’s nickname. But being fucked in the middle of the mall was ok.

“Are you embarrassing me in front of our public?” He growled, coldly.

She barely got the time to respond that he slammed into her. Her entire body tensed as pleasure lit all of her nerves.

“Daddy,” she yelled.

Her breath was rattled, and she was seeing black spot. She thanked the Lord that he didn’t start moving straight away.

“You heard that Granny, I am Daddy!” He screamed.

She heard the old woman yell something back, but it got lost when his dick moved inside her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the quick drag.

Bucky held her upright and pushed her crop top over her boobs. Her bras were quickly discarded.

“You see that Granny! That’s my fucking whore.” He changed the angle and thrusted deeper. Her head lolled on his shoulder. She moaned his name like a prayer. “I’ll fuck her wherever and whenever I want.”

He didn’t give her any warning. Bucky grabbed one of her leg and then other, hoisting her open wide. He pounded into her, using his own strength not even losing breath as he used her as he wished. At each thrust, his dick went deeper making her toes curl.

“Caress your nipples for Daddy,” he moaned into her ear. “You’re so good to me. Always wet and ready…”

She obeyed and played with her harden nipples. She pinched them hard enough to be painful, like she liked.

Bucky’s thrusts were getting shallower. His dick pulsated in her pussy and she knew he was about to come. She tried to bring herself over the edge. He bit her neck.

“You’ll come undone, or you won’t.”

He didn’t change the pace but the angle. One moment she was comfortably reaching her orgasm, the other she was struck by lightning. Bucky’s dick was ramming her pussy. His groans in her hears sounded heavenly.  

“My fucking whore, I’ll fuck you some more in the car…” He jostled her and let her fall down on his dick. “I’m sure the kid is jerking off behind his little camera like a little perv. Probably thinking about fucking you six ways to Sundays.”

Her walls spasmed and clenched around him as she came. He didn’t slow down.

“You liked that ideas, huh? Flash news, for you…you are mine.”

His entire body tensed. Hot ribbon of cum coated her slippery walls. She sighed dreamingly. He released each leg one after the other and helped her staying on her unsteady feet.

“You didn’t squirt,” he remarked, calmly. His penis, now soft, was still hanging out of his boxers. he didn’t seem to care at all.

She chuckled, high. “Don’t always. ‘m not a machine.”

Bucky pouted. “I want you to squirt.”

She shrugged or tried. Bucky pushed her back on the shelf. He pushed her legs open, kneeled in front of her and buried his head in her wet cunt. Her hands went straight to his long hair as he dived deeper into her folds.

“Bucky…” She moaned, loudly. “Too much.”

Bucky’s tongue circled her clit ferociously. He dragged his finger along her slit and toyed with the rim. She was trying to stay conscious, but her mind wouldn’t. all that mattered was his fingers and tongue.

He slowly penetrated two digits in, curving his callous fingers against her sore spot.

She didn’t last long. A few licks and she squirted. She whined and complained at the sudden lack of pressure on her clit. Bucky kept pumping his fingers inside her, milking her orgasm.

“I know Kitty, I know. But you gotta give our viewers a grand final,” he explained with a gleeful expression. “Although, it is a shame to waste all of that juice.”

He slapped her clit accenting her orgasm until the stream lessened.

“Good girl,” Bucky complimented her, still kneling on the floor. He leaned and licked her wet thighs to her groin. He hummed and moaned eyes closed.

“Truly a shame.”

Fin

[gyll-yee-haw]

Birthday special

Hi! I know it's late, but I had a huge block in the middle of this one! Anyways, happy birthday to the love of my life ❤

Prompt: (requested) teasing Jake in front of his family.

Warnings: teasing in public, daddy kink, praise kink.

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It was Jake's birthday. One of your favorite days of the year, because you loved to spoil him. Not only with presents, but it was the perfect excuse to let your inner slut out.

But this year, your plans were kinda crushed. All these last years, you two would celebrate it with his family on the weekend, but this year, he decided to have dinner at his mother's house on the actual day of his birthday.

There was nothing you could do. You just wanted to see him happy… And you loved his family. Even thought his epic birthday sex would have to be just a quickie now, if he didn't come back too tired from dinner and decided to sleep. You wouldn't let that happen.

You put on a red dress. Simple, but looked great on you. No underwear. You wouldn't have time for that. And finally… That one perfume. The one you would always use when you wanted to drive Jake crazy, even though you two had never actually talked about it, you simply knew him.

"Babe, are you ready?" Jake entered the room, making you hide the perfume in your purse. "Wow… You look so beautiful."

"Thank you." You turned to face him and smiled like nothing happened. "Yes, I'm ready now."

Everything was normal until you got in the car. He froze for a second, staring at nothing and thinking. You sat there in silence for a while.

"Are you okay?" You finally asked.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" He said, without looking at you.

"Waiting for you to drive." You chuckled.

"That's the perfume you use when you've got something filthy in mind." He finally started the car. "I hope you're not planning anything, we're going to see my family now."

"What?" You tried your best to play innocent. "I had never noticed this, Jake. I mean it. It's a fancy perfume, I only use it on special occasions."

"Right. Sorry." He was truly ashamed.

That reaction was better than you expected. Not only he was turned on, but he thought it was all in his head… That meant you could tease him a little more.

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You played with his nieces until Maggie sent them to bed. Of course you wouldn't do anything

inappropriate while they were in the room. After you said goodnight to them, the games started.

When Maggie was in the kid's bedroom, putting them to bed and Peter was in the kitchen, helping Jake's mom with something, you were left alone with him in the living room. You knew you didn't have much time.

You were both sitting on the sofa quietly until the idea hit you. You threw your phone on the floor, carefully not to break it, but trying to make it look like an accident.

Before he could pick it up for you, you stood up and bended over in front of him, unnecessarily much, until you exposed your unclothed pussy. You kept that position until you were sure he took a good look, then picked your phone up and sat beside him innocently.

When you looked at his face, you had to bite your lip to hold back a smirk. His eyes were wide and his lips were partly open.

"I knew you were planning something." He whispered.

"What are you talking about?" You batted your eyes.

"Why aren't you wearing anything under your dress?" He pulled your dress up and squeezed the fabric between his fingers.

"We left the house in a hurry." You spreaded your legs a little. "Guess I forgot."

"Oh, you forgot?" He used his other hand to run two fingers through your folds, making you gasp and buck your hips. "Because I clearly remember telling you not to be a little slut earlier in the car."

You heard steps approaching and Jake quickly removed his hand and fixed your dress.

"Peter prepared some drinks for us." His mom announced. "Won't you join?"

"Of course." You smiled politely.

Jake looked at you surprised at how fast you could change your tone.

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You decided to give Jake a break, so he could actually enjoy some family time. But while everyone was laughing and drinking, you were planning your next step. And now you wouldn't be alone, so you had to be careful.

You and Jake were sitting side by side, Maggie, Peter and Naomi were on the other side of the table.

Then you remembered that your perfume was in your purse. You touched Jake's leg to make him look under the table. When he did, you opened your purse and showed him the perfume. His eyes landed on yours and you knew that expression. It was a challenge.

So you stood up and excused yourself to go to the bathroom. The look on Jake's face made it clear you would regret that. But you knew you wouldn't. At least, not for now.

While you were gone, Jake kept checking his phone every second. He thought you were going to send him a nude or some naughty text. But no. You came back and sat by his side like nothing happened. He took a look at your entire body, but there was nothing different. Then he realised you took your purse to the bathroom with you. So he leaned towards your neck slowly, to see if you had put more perfume on. But the smell was still the same too.

You grabbed your phone and he could see you were typing something for him, but he couldn't see what it was.

It was driving him crazy, he knew you were doing something, but he couldn't figure it out.

Then his phone vibrated and he almost dropped his glass.

"Are you okay?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah, sorry." He placed the glass on the table and you couldn't help but laugh.

He eagerly unlocked his phone and saw it was a message from you.

'It's not on my neck. It's on my thighs.'

He looked down again and you spread your legs a little, making the perfume fill the air.

"You know what?" He said out loud, making the blood leave your skin for a second. "I guess I already drank too much. We should go home."

"I hope Y/N is driving, then." His mom said.

"Of course." You smiled, trying not to sound too happy.

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You got in the car ready to be yelled at, but he didn't say anything in the first 10 minutes. He was planning his words very carefully.

"As I was saying..." He finally broke the silence. "I asked you to behave tonight."

"Didn't I?" You asked innocently.

"What do you think?" He chuckled. "You know what? If I could ask anything for my birthday, I'd ask you to be a good girl. At least for once."

"I am a good girl." You whispered, keeping your eyes on the road.

"Good girls don't go visit their mother-in-law with no panties." He lifted your skirt.

"Jake." You squeezed the wheel. "I'm driving."

"Okay." He fixed your dress again.

Silence again.

"It's still your birthday, though." You shrugged.

"Yeah?"

"I can be a good girl for you."

"I think it's a little too late now."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Let me be a good girl for you."

"If you think you can make up for what you've done earlier." He sighed. "This is how it's gonna be..."

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By the time you got home, Jake had finished explaining his plan. You were soaked just by hearing what he was going to do to you, and you wouldn't dare to disrespect him now.

The first thing you had to do was take off your dress and wait for you in the bedroom. On your knees. A few minutes on that position felt like hours, until he entered the bedroom with your purse in his hand.

"You see this?" He picked your perfume up. "From now, you'll only wear this when I tell you to, do you understand?"

"Yes, daddy." You nodded, watching him placing it inside his drawer.

"Okay." He approached, towering you. "Now I'll remember you of tonight's rule. You're only allowed you to come when I decide that you've been a good girl. So far, you've been the worst."

"Sorry, daddy."

"Don't waste your time apologizing." He lifted your chin with his fingers. "Make me change my mind."

He moved his fingers from your chin to your lips, and you opened your mouth allowing him to push them inside. You kept your eyes locked on his and sucked his fingers.

"Do you wanna sit on daddy's cock?" He asked casually, and you nodded eagerly, and he removed his fingers from your mouth so you could speak. "Why should I let you?"

"Wanna make you feel good." You begged. "Please, sir."

"Just because you used your manners." He started taking his clothes off and you were about to stand up. "Don't move until I tell you to."

You waited on your knees, trying your best not to rub your thighs together, he always punished you for that.

When he was finally naked, he sat on the bed and began to stroke himself.

"You're so so beautiful." You looked at him with love in your eyes. If there was something that made him lose his mind harder than your perfume, was hearing you praise him.

"Stand up, come here." He patted his lap.

You didn't waste any time and did as he said, but when you sat on his lap, he grabbed your thighs and forced them open, pulling you close. He placed the tip of his dick on your entrance and kissed you passionately. His hands went from your thighs to your hips and he pulled you down, finally entering you.

"You're so big." You moaned against his lips, still working on his praise kink.

"Fuck, y/n." He groaned, controlling your hips movement with his tight grip.

"You love it when I tell you that you got a big cock, don't you, daddy?" You took his lower lip between your teeth.

"Yeah. Cause it just shows what a fucking slut you are. A slut that likes to feel full, don't I make you feel full?" He kept going faster and deeper, moving his hips with yours now.

"Yes, daddy. You do. Fill me up so good." You almost screamed as you threw your head back.

"But you can take all of it." He said, absolutely pounding you. "Do you know what I think you are?"

He positioned your hips in a way that your clit constantly collided with his hips, making you scream his name.

"Please, say it." You tried to focus, but everything felt to good at that moment: the pressure on your clit, his cock deep inside you and his lips marking your neck. "Please, daddy, I can't hold it anymore."

"I think you're a very good girl." He said cockly and that was the sign that meant you were allowed to come.

Didn't take you much longer after those words finally left his lips. And soon, he was spilling himself inside you as well.

You collapsed into his chest and he held you lovingly.

"Happy birthday, daddy." You sighed.

"Thank you, babygirl." He chuckled. "I swear my presents just get better every year. But just wait until we're spending your birthday with your family…"

[lovingthereign25]

The Chase

Part 9

The morning light beamed through the curtains of yours and Roman's shared bedroom. You turn over seeing your husband already staring at you.

"Good morning Beautiful" he says in his raspy morning voice

"Good morning my love'' you whisper 

Roman pulled your body close to his giving you a good morning kiss, which is usually innocent but today Roman had other things on his mind. As his hands start you slide up your night shirt knowing all too well you were only in panties underneath, you stop him at your hips 

"Roman the girls could wake up any minute." You whisper

"Not today baby,Your parents took them last night and they won't be home until later our moms were taking them out for a shopping day"he says grinding his hardened member into you.

''Shit I completely forgot" you remember

"It's fine baby, now come here and let me make love to my gorgeous wife" he smiles sliding your shirt over your head.

*November 2017* 

In late October rumors the shield reunited. Kicking ass like they always did, taking care of the Miz and his lackeys then ending the night taking down Braun Stroman. Unfortunately seeing Roman in his Shield gear would have to wait he was diagnosed with mumps and out into isolation for three weeks, which he hated but what killed him the most was the fact that he couldn't be around his children .

Raw had been under siege two weeks ago  by Smackdown live.And last week the New day cost Seth and Dean their tag titles. So this week Roman was back and baby was playing no games Stephanie was in the ring yelling at Kurt about how he does his job when the music hits. And Seth, Dean and Roman walked through the crowd into the ring confronting Stephanie and telling her they want a piece of the New Day.

Survivor Series is finally here. The shield vs the New Day was here. Roman fully dressed in his shield gear was here. 

"Hey, Ro just checking to see if your ready Seth and Dean are waiting for you" you say entering his locker room

"Yeah just adjusting my vest" he says

You look him up and down, licking your lips, you don't know what it was but something about Roman in that gear just sent you over the edge. 

"Your staring" he say with a smirk on his face

"Can't help it, I forgot how good you looked in that gear" you say walking up to him 

"Down girl, my match is first" he laughs

"Well I don't have a match tonight so whatta say after your match we head to the hotel and break the gear in again" you say kissing his neck.

"Y/n, Please I can't go to the ring hard" he sighs 

"Sorry, I've just been having such dirty thoughts about you in this gear... you're bringing out the naughty girl in me Daddy" 

You tease

"Fuck, stop I need to head to the ring, you coming?'' he asks

"Hopefully I will be later" you wink slapping his ass

"Let's go'' he laughs shaking his head

As soon as Roman and you were alone in his locker room after the match your lips were on Roman. Anywhere and everywhere his lips,cheeks, jaw, neck, even the little but of exposed chest.

"Y/n, let me change" he moans

" No, no I want you to fuck me while you're in your gear" you pant

"Okay okay but not here baby, I'm not trying to pay a fine for fucking my wife" he laughs.

Once in the hotel room Roman had you undressed in seconds. Leaving you in just your panties just the way he liked it. Roman carried you to the bed throwing you down and sliding your panties to the slide feeling just how ready you were for him.

"You ready baby?"he asks, removing your underwear completely leaving you exposed to him.

"Yes, Roman have your way with me" you say pulling him by his vest to your  lips for a kiss.

"I was planning to, Jesus I love you" he says pushing himself into you making your eyes roll back at how good it felt you be full of him 

"Shit Ro, it feels so good" you say trying to grab onto anything on him to bring him closer to you knowing it wasn't really possible to be any closer then you two were in this moment 

"Yeah, that's it baby girl take it, take it all'' he grunts pulling out of you completely flipping you on to your stomach. He runs his fingers down your spine giving your ass a quick snack before entering again thrusts getting harder and deeper each and every time.

"Fuck, Roman ahhh shit…. damn " you moan 

"Shit Y/n always so freakin tight,I'm not gonna last much longer"he groans

'' I'm close Roman, so close" you moan out

After a few more thrusts you hit your climax screaming Roman's name loud enough for the entire rest of the 5th floor of the hotel to hear. Roman hitting his slightly after you spilling into the condom you agreed on. He laid on the bed patting the spot next to him for you to join him.

"Come on let's rest up before round two" he smiles

"Actually I'm gonna head out, I'm flying to Hawaii for Dakota and Reagan's wedding" you say, finding the rest of your clothes.

"Didn't know his wedding was this week, why didn't you say anything?" He asks

"I don't know, just figured you had a lot on your plate with the match and big reunion"

"He's our nephew Y/n, I would have made a change in my schedule" he says

"Technically he's my nephew, we're separated...until the divorce is finalized" you say

Roman had enough. He was pissed not only at the fact that you didn't tell him about your nephew's wedding but also because you were still gonna go through with the divorce after a few months of this jumping into his bed and vice versa.

"So the divorce is happening,  is that what you're telling me?' he asks

"Well once both sets of papers are signed yeah that's how it usually works babe" you say 

"Then what the hell are we doing Y/n?" He snaps

"What do you mean?" You ask

"This" he says pointing between the two of you "all the kissing ,rubbing on me , dirty talk calling me "Daddy" , all the sex we been having since September, I'm confused" he snaps again

"I don't know, it's just sex I guess, I love you I just can't forgive you Roman"

"You can't forgive me but you can fuck me" he hisses.

*March 2018*

 If it was one thing you hated most in the world it was Roman fighting Brock Lesnar, not because he couldn't beat Brock cause he probably could it was because Brock played dirty and didn't follow WWE rules he did whatever the hell he wanted without any care for his opponent. But here you are weeks away from seeing the match you never wanted to see again. Roman and Brock's issues go further than the ring. It's about the passion and respect for the business that Roman and the other superstars have and Brock doesn't. It's about how Brock has had his eyes on you since you could remember and he always takes a shot to make sexual and inappropriate comments towards you. Brock hasn't shown up for Raw in weeks which left Roman pissed, leading him to express his opinion and landing him "suspended" . Anyway Roman was supposed to show up on Raw breaking suspension and be "arrested" and then Brock would make a move come down F5 Roman and that's it but of course that's not went down Brock attacked Roman while handcuff not once but twice leaving you no choice but to then get involved shoving the beast, slapping , punching , screaming at him to leave Roman alone.

 Brock stops.

"That's nothing Big Dog, wait til Mania" he says laughing. You go with Roman to a medical center.

"You sure you're okay? You ask him

"Yea, I'm good, but Y/n you really shouldn't have got involved, Brock is unpredictable" he says

" Ro, if I hadn't there's no telling what he would have done to you" you say 

" I'd rather me get hurt than you" he snaps

" You were handcuffed, I had to do something, I mean look at your freaking wrist they're bruised" you say rubbing your fingers softly across his bruises.

"I couldn't just stand there and watch him hurt you" you finish

*Wrestlemania 2018*

Your stomach was in knots, your nerves were completely shot. Roman's match was about to start, you were waiting for his music to hit.

" Y/n, I don't want you out here tonight, it's too dangerous" Roman says 

"No way Roman, incase anything happens I will ant to be right there" you say

"Y/n, it's not a conversation,I already told Hunter and Steph I want you banned from ringside" he says

"Roman, are you serious?" You snap

 "Yes, believe it or not I still love you and I care about your well being" he says turning to face Steve who controls the music giving him a countdown on his fingers 

" Fine. Have a good match, please be careful" you say as Roman goes to walk towards the curtain you grab his hand pulling him into a hug and kissing his cheek

"Believe it or not I still love you too, I'll be front row sitting next to your mom" you whispered.

You took your seat next to Patricia,she was just as nervous as you she took your hand in hers.

"He'll be okay, he was born to do this it's in his blood" she smiles

The match started off back and forth, then Brock had the upper hand for a while tossing Roman around like a ragdoll. You say there helplessly watching , next thing you know your husband was put through the announcement table right in front of you with Brock snarling a little " that was for you" you jump to your feet looking over the barrier at Roman, Sika pulling you back to your chair.

"He's got this" he smiles

Brock took Roman back in the ring and delivered another F5 went for the pin but Roman kicked out. You secretly wished he hadn't but he did.

That's was it , Brock was pissed. Your stomach clenching knowing it was a matter of seconds before WWE rules went out the window, and they did Brock takes his protective gloves off punching Roman and hitting him with his elbow at the end ... instantly blood was pouring from Roman's head. You've never seen so much blood in your life your husband was covered in it.

Brock pins Roman. Thank goodness it was over. 

" I got to check on him, that's too much blood" you say with tears in your eyes.

"Y/n?", Is Daddy okay?" You hear Jojo ask

You look at Roman then to your step daughter.

" Yeah, baby he's okay" you fake smile bringing her in for tight hug

Roman makes it to his feet walking to where you and his family are seated, you two make eye contact Roman lowers his head you reach your hand out for him, he grabs your giving it a little squeeze.

" I'll meet you in the back" you say

He just nods.

In the back you see the medics checking on Roman getting him ready for staples, the one tells you he's all done and ready for you to go in and you nearly run to Roman.

" Easy there…..I'm really sore" he laughs holding you tight

You don't say anything instead you kiss him.

" No more, promise me no more matches with Brock" you say

" Y/n, I want that title" he says

"Roman, at what costs him ending your career one wrong suplex and it could snap your neck, I want you happy but I need you healthy, here , our children need you." You say

"Fine, no more matches against Brock" he sighs.

" Thank you" you say

Roman pulls you in between his legs kissing.

" I love you" you say pulling away

"Say it again" he says

" I love you" you smile

" I've missed hearing you say that" he smiles

"Come on let's go home to our kids….all five of them" you smile.

[imaginexxharry]

Can you write some angst please? Like his girlfriend having a panic attack and Harry is so drunk at some party and he forgot about her , the next morning please

Okay this is a bit different Harry’s really drunk and selfish, and doesn’t think about Y/N and she gets really upset. ANGSTTTTT

I hope you like it! let me know here or send a request 

Masterlist

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“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Jeff asks as his gaze turns to Harry almost passed out drunk in the passenger seat of the car.

You look over at him too and shake your head in disappointment at his current state. You were so upset, you almost didn’t hear Jeff talking to you.

“We will be fine, thanks for all the help.” You lied.

 Jeff’s offer to bring Harry back home would be helpful. But it was already so late, and he carried Harry all the way from the bar to the car. You didn’t want to bother him further.

“Okay get home safe.” He hugs you and kisses the top of your head.

“And you.” Jeff peers through the window of the passenger seat to see Harry. “Don’t give Y/N a hard time, ya hear?”

Harry smirks and laughs to himself. “Wouldn’t dream of i-t” He hiccups and pinches Jeff cheek.

You roll your eyes and hop into the driver seat slamming the door behind you.

“Oh Baby!” Harry brings his hand to his ears. “You don’t have to slam the door so hard. It hurts my ears.” He pouts and he almost looks cute.But you were too angry at him to think so.

“Shut up.” You snap.

“Ooop my girls a little feisty tonight.” Harry places your hand on your thigh as you drive home.

“Don’t touch me, Harry. I’m tired and all I wanna do is go to sleep because I have work tomorrow. But I have to take care of your drunk ass. I just need some peace and quiet.” Your head was pounding from all the loud music in the bar, you just needed to be home already.

The drive to the house takes 5 minutes. But that soon turned into 25 when rain started coming down like cats and dogs. You’ve never seen it rain so hard in your life. Great! Just another thing that went wrong.

Carrying a wet, drunk, and giggly Harry up the stairs to your house in the rain was something you didn’t want to be doing on a Tuesday night.

Harry was heavy and both of your guys' clothes got soaked. Your hair was sticking to your face and your clothes were ruined. And the same was for Harry the difference was that he didn’t seem to mind. He was laughing the whole way from the car to the front door.

“I love rain! It tastes so good!” Harry yells as he stumbles to get away from you. He opens his mouth wide and tilts his head up to the night sky to catch raindrops in his mouth.

“Harry keep your voice down, your gonna wake the neighbors.” You whisper harshly as you unlocked the door.

“That wouldn’t be the first time we have disturbed the neighbors,” Harry smirks and licks his lips, and you wanted to scream. Harry was always a horny drunk. Usually, you wouldn’t mind his playfulness but tonight you were too upset to entertain him.

You finally made it into your bedroom, and Harry plopped on the bed. His wet body coming in contact with the new comforter you bought last week.

“Harry! Get up your getting the bed all wet.” You shriek as you pull him up in sitting position.

“Oh I can think of many other ways to make that b-ed wet.” Harry smirks and starts laughing like what he said was the funniest thing ever.

You ignore his inappropriate drunk jokes and go to the closet to get new clothes for Harry to wear to bed. As you move away from the bed you catch a glimpse of the clock by the nightstand.

You gasp when you look at the time. You have to be at work in four hours. Running your hands through your wet hair you sigh and rub your eyes. You were drained and exhausted you just wanted to rest your eyes for a second.

“Can you get my Rolling Stone shirt, I want to wear that to sleep tonight. You know it’s my favorite!” Harry yells to you from inside the closet. You roll your eyes but don’t reply, and grab his clothes, and slams the closet door.

“Put your arms up” You tell Harry and he complies allowing you to take off his damp shirt that stuck to his body.

Before you could put on a clean shirt he took your wrists in his hands bringing you closer to him on the bed. His cold body made yours even colder.

“Harry…” you say with red eyes. He kisses your hands and pulls you in between his open legs.

“Harry… I’m exhausted. Can I just help you get dressed without you interrupting me.” You try to push away from him, but Harry wouldn’t let you.

“No. I don’t want to. Babyyyy I want you now. Pleaseee.” Harry pouts his lips and looks up at you.

He grabs the back of your damp hair and pulls you into a kiss. His kiss was sloppy because he was drunk. His lips were icy cold from the freezing rain that you had to drive through. The memory of Harry get drunk, getting drenched from the rain, and trying to get Harry home because he was too drunk flooded your mind.

You quickly pull away from his kiss, and you were fuming.

“You know what put on your own damn clothes, I’m not you mom!” You throw Harry’s shirt at his chest.

Harry looked down on his lap at the shirt you just angrily threw at him.

“You know Harry I told you I didn’t even want to go out tonight. But you were like “No baby it will be fun, we won’t stay late, I’ll drive home!” What a bunch of lies that was!”

He watches you as you put a frustrated hand through your hair.

“Don't be mad, I thought we could have a good time out.” Harry says.

“You! You would have a good time. Harry I told you I had work the next day and needed to be home at a decent hour! But you didn’t even care, instead, you got pissed drunk, and I have to take care of you on top of everything else when I should be getting a good nights rest before work tomorrow!” You didn’t realize tears of frustration started to form in your eyes.

“I do care about-“

“No you don’t, Harry you can be selfish at times and not even see it.” Harry suddenly could see the redness in your eyes, and tears you were choking back. You looked exhausted, and he felt guilty.

“I’m sorry I can’t party all night, not all of us are lucky enough to be millionaires, and not have a care in the world.” Hurt flash through his eyes, but you didn’t care.

“Love, I’m sorry-“ Harry tried to take your hand but you snatch it away.

“I’m too tired to talk anymore. I have work in a few hours. I’m gonna go shower before I catch pneumonia. Goodnight.” You wipe the tears from your face and go to take a shower.

You strip off your wet clothes and hop into the warm shower. You faced the water to try and cool down your anger and relax. You lean your head against the tile and sigh.

You didn’t mean to get in such a heated argument, but you were so angry you exploded. But Harry deserves it for being an asshole the whole night.

The sound of the shower curtain moving made you roll your eyes. “I want to be alone.” You tell Harry. But it was too late you could feel his presence behind you.

You could hear him doing something behind, but you were too tired to even turn around. You heard a squirting sound and the next thing you felt was Harry’s hands on your back.

Usually, you love taking showers with Harry. It was one of your favorite things to do together. It usually ended up with both of you laughing while having steamy sex.

But not this time because you were still angry at Harry for how the nights' events played out. So there was no laughing and defiantly no sex this time.

But it didn’t stop Harry from touching you, like he always has. And you couldn’t ignore how your body reacts to him, even when you're mad.

“You’re right Y/N…. it was wrong of me to not think of you and your needs.” Harry massages the soap into your tense shoulders. You held in a moan that was aching to get out.

“I was being selfish, and as your boyfriend, I can’t be selfish because you should come before anything else in my life. Your my number one.”

His hands moved down to your waist and stomach, but you still didn’t face him.

“Love, would you look at me?” Harry pleads to the back of your head. So you turn around, but you still don’t look at him, instead the shower curtain.

“So are you just gonna keep giving me the silent treatment?”

You stay quiet.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was a jerk tonight, I swear it won’t happen again.” Harry pushes your wet hair out of your face, and you lean into his touch.

You finally lock eyes with him. His eyes were still a bit bloodshot from tonight. But you could still see the sincerity in those beautiful eyes.

You brush his fallen wet curls off his face, and he closes his eyes and sighs in contentment.

“I’m glad you apologized. And I’m sorry too for blowing up like that and saying that about your work, I know you work hard for everything.”

“No I deserved it. Sometimes I get so caught up in my lifestyle that I forget. I forget that not everyone lives the way I do, and that’s fine. That’s what I love most about you. Your so hardworking and independent, and I never want to get into the way of that again. So I’m sorry-“

You reach up to Harry’s face and connect your lips with his. Harry was caught off guard that you were even kissing him right now. He thought you were still upset, but he didn’t object.

He pulls you closer to him by grabbing your slippery waist, and deepens the kiss. The sound of the water running and Harry’s mouth on yours was all that could be heard.

“I forgive you.” You say breathlessly as you pull away. “And you are right I am a hardworking independent women…”

Harry smiles down at you because you really were the women of his dreams.

“That don’t need no man.” You say playfully as Harry’s face transforms into a pout.

“Hey! That’s mean. I’m your mans and you love it!” You giggle and smile up at him.

“You’re right I do love it. And I also love you.”

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[kpopbopz]

BTS | getting caught (nsfw)

request: Can you bts reaction of them forgetting to lock the door while having ... with their s/o?

genre: smut, NSFW!!!

♡.

Kim Seokjin (Jin)

Kim Seokjin was a weak person when it came to his lover. Anytime there was an opportunity or some kind of seducing that was taking place, whether it was direct or just a bit of light and playful flirting, he would be ready to go within minutes.

Tonight, you both had been alone in the dorms with no one to bother you, or so you thought it would be. Since he was the oldest member and of course, “World Wide Handsome”, he knew a thing or two about romance. He had set the mood, candles, rose petals, fresh silk sheets whilst laying half naked on the bed waiting for you after he’d already had cooked dinner and provided you with a new set of lingerie.

It didn’t take long for the both of you to get your sensual night started. Once he started kissing along your neck, you were practically already melting into his touch, kisses, and sweet words. By the time you both were well into your lovemaking session, did Taehyung decide to leave the studio and enter the dorms. He didn’t know what to expect and thought that Seokjin had been playing porn too loudly so decided it was only fair to tell him to turn it down.

It was a big mistake because Seokjin began shouting, Taehyung was overtly embarrassed and shutting his eyes while yelling as well that he was sorry, running out of the room before coming back in for a moment to say “do you need anything hyung?”

“Out!”

♡.

Min Yoongi (Suga)

Yoongi was not the type to give in easily when it came to sexual things. He would always be a little too lazy to initiate things and would let you take the lead most of the times unless he was just really horny. The thing is though, the lazy sex you both had was always unplanned and definitely got the job done. It was more intimate than fast and rough lovemaking, so you really enjoyed it when you both did get a little handsy with each other.

Today was no exception either, Yoongi had been in the studio all day and was pretty stressed out but mostly tired. When you arrived, you decided to give him a sweet massage on his shoulders. After a while, he didn’t hesitate to pull you onto his lap, peppering you in kisses and telling you just how much he appreciated you. It didn’t take long for your shared kisses to get a little more intense, turning into a full fledge makeout session, tongue included.

Eventually, there was some groping happening and shortages of breath. You could feel how hard he was getting underneath you, so you didn’t hesitate to maneuver yourself into a position where you could palm him through his sweats. He groaned softly against your lips wanting more and pulled you closer to his body.

Little did you both know that Hoseok wanted to talk to Yoongi about a few things concerning the song track. When he pressed in the passcode—since he was the only other one Yoongi trusted with it besides you—he definitely didn’t expect to see you both half undressed and you hand around Yoongi’s unmentionables.

.After letting out a high pitched scream, he bolted before you could even try to get off of Yoongi, not that he wanted you to anyway.

“Should’ve knocked,” he mumbled before attaching his lips back against yours.

♡.

Jung Hoseok (J-Hope)

Anytime that Hoseok got to spend a lot of time with you, he was treating you well. From dates to cuddling, sweet kisses and, gestures—but let’s not forget the mind-blowing sex.

Today he didn’t hesitate, the moment the other members left the house to go out for practice, he had you pinned down on the couch taking you doggy style. He didn’t let up either, knowing good and well that he needed to get out all of his pent out frustrations from being around you for so long.

“You like to tease me don’t you?” he mumbled into your ear before picking up his pace, “This is what happens when you play around with me.” Both of your moans were filling into the air, as well as the stench of sex but none of this triggered as a red flag when Jungkook had caught you both in the unsightly act. He had forgotten his phone and when he came back to get it, he froze at the sight of the both of you. Frustrated, Hoseok slowed down and covered you both up, before picking you up and heading into his room for actual privacy—leaving Jungkook frozen in the living room.

♡.

Kim Namjoon (RM)

delicious—

Namjoon was always very shy when it came to initiating sexual acts between both of you but today, however, he didn’t care—he wanted you now. It started with his hand traveling up your thigh, to soft kisses on your neck and whispered phrases that definitely got you going and hotter by the minute. He was a sly man.

It didn’t take long for him to be hard and *insert inappropriate measurements of a certain body part here* deep inside of you whilst you settled on his lap. He caressed your back carefully as you bounced on him, making lewd noises as he praised you.

“So good baby,” he groaned, using the deep voice that you loved so much especially in situations like these that sent you over the edge, “that’s it...just like that.”

Just as you were both about to reach your peaks, Jimin had walked in thinking that he would ask Joon to hang out with him today. Little did he know, he would regret instantly coming in without knocking first because he definitely just saw you naked and that wasn’t something he was supposed to see.

Not like he didn’t enjoy the view though.

♡.

Park Jimin

Jimin was definitely a bit kinky when it came to his sexual fantasies. One of them just happened to be exhibitionism...

The moment that he got you alone backstage, he took you into the dressing room and lowered you down onto your knees in front of him. He leaned down and kissed you sweetly before pulling himself out of his outfit for the performance and offering himself to you.

When you took him into your mouth, he let out a hearty groan, gripping tightly onto your hair while he forced more into your mouth. As you continued your movements, he didn’t let himself keep quiet thinking the background music would tune him out and for the most part, it did.

When it was time for Seokjin to take a break, he thought that Jimin had caught something and wasn’t feeling well by the sounds of his groans.

“Jiminie-ssi,” he said entering into the room unknowingly, “are you o-.” He began shouting just as Jimin came down your throat. As Jin shielded his eyes, completely distraught at the image now glued in the back of his eyelids, you turned to look at him with a bit of cum on the corner of your lips, and Jimin holding onto a snarky smirk.

♡.

Kim Taehyung ( V )

He was always the romantic type when it came to loving. Tonight he said he was going to treat you and that is exactly what he did.

You were wearing the lingerie he had gotten you and he couldn’t help but want to worship you in it. He kissed all the way down your body, slowly and sweetly where ever he knew he would get out a reaction from you—which was everywhere considering how sensitive you were. He loved that about you.

When he finally got in between your legs, he made sure to tease you, make every kiss linger so you could long for more. Taehyung planted open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs while groaning about how sweet you smelled and how he couldn’t wait to taste you.

When he finally did, you let out a long greedy moan because he was going so slow and you desperately wanted more. You tried to move your hips but he held you down, forcing you to be patient. He absolutely loved the way you continued to try, however, smirking and slowing down whenever you tried to just to tease you a little bit more.  

Even when accepting that you both were definitely in the middle of something, Yoongi didn’t give a damn and just wanted some sleep. He barged in—not really taking the time to look—told you both to shut up or stop, then left.

His only mistake was that because of this, Taehyung made sure to make you shout.

♡.

Jeon Jungkook

This is just to say, whenever Jungkook got down to business with you, he really got down to business. He knew exactly what he was doing when he had you bent over for him begging for more. For him, this was a pleasure and a workout all in one because he didn’t let up after one time of climaxing, he kept going for as long as he needed.

He kept you groaning in the sheets because this time you both decided to play a little game to see if you could keep quiet, knowing damn well you couldn’t. He didn’t stop even after Namjoon had walked in on the both of you.

He didn’t mean to, he had been coming to retrieve one of his hoodies from Jungkook but obviously, his brain was somewhere else and he didn’t process the sounds that he was sort of hearing from Kook’s bedroom.

Joon took a moment to process what was happening, froze, shielded his eyes, and walked out allowing the both of you to continue (as if you weren’t going to already).

All Jungkook could do was smirk and go harder, putting it out of your mind that you’d be interrupted in the first place. “Should’ve knocked”

♡.

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Can we get uuhhhhh some Dick Winters smut pls

we uuhhhhh…most certainly can :) It’s about GOD DAMN time I wrote some Winters smut. 

Warnings: ***SEXY TIME***

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Other Ways

Knocking on the office door before you, you nervously shifted your weight from one foot to the other. It wasn’t that you were necessarily scared of Lieutenant Winters — because on every occasion you had interacted with him, he was always kind and polite. It was more the fact that you hadn’t been expecting to be called into his office and had no idea what the following meeting was pertaining to.

It was sort of like being called to the principle’s office when you’re a good kid; you know you didn’t do anything wrong, but you’re still worried about what’s going to happen.

Before you could get too inside of your own head, however, there was a faint “Come in,” from the other side of the door. 

Twisting the door handle with your slightly sweaty palm, you stepped into the dimly lit office and made sure to shut the door behind yourself afterward; if Winters was going to yell at you, you didn’t want anyone else to hear.

“Sir?” you planted yourself firmly in front of Winters’ desk, keenly aware that he hadn’t so much as looked up from the papers in front of him since you had entered. “You asked to see me.”

“That I did.” Winters nodded slowly, his eyes still glued to the page in his hand for a few seconds longer before he finally tossed the parchment onto his desk along with the many others and sat back in his chair, his fingers pressing firmly into his temples to alleviate the tension. “I wanted to…um…talk to you about…”

You watched as Winters searched his mind for the reason for calling you into his office that evening, but after about a minute of nothing, he let out a groan. “You know what? I’ve completely forgotten,” he admitted, a slight grimace playing at the corners of his mouth, the creases there resembling the ones around his eyes that signified just how stressed and tired he was. 

“Oh.” you weren’t sure what to say or do. “Do you want me to stay while you try to remember or…should I go?”

Sitting forward once more, his left hand reaching for a half-full cup of coffee that, by that point, was only luke-warm, Winters gestured toward the door. “You might as well go.” he sighed. “I’m sure if it were really important I would have remembered. It’s just…oh, nevermind. It’s unprofessional of me to gripe about my problems to a subordinate.”

“It’s just Captain Sobel, sir?” you ventured a guess as to the origin of his current frustration and exhaustion. 

With slightly blood-shot eyes, Winters looks up at you and chortled. “Yes, private Y/L/N. It is Captain Sobel.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” you leaned in slightly and lowered your voice. “everyone else hates him just as much as you do.”

Winters waved his hand at you in dismissal of your comment. “I don’t hate-” he cut himself off in a moment of realization. “Yeah, actually, I do hate him, but don’t tell anyone I said that; I’ll deny it anyway.”

You chuckled a little. “I won’t, sir. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Good.” he actually smiled before standing up and making his way over to the small coffee maker in the corner of his small office. “Can I get you some coffee?” he offered. 

“I’m okay, sir, thank you.” you politely declined, knowing that if you drank any caffeine that late at night you would never get to sleep, which in turn would fuck you over for the following day of training. 

Giving a curt nod, Winters turned and started making himself a fresh cup. “I know it’s not the best for me, but this is the only way I know how to deal with the stress right now. Caffeinate and push through, despite the fact that I don’t think I’ve slept in two days.” 

“If you don’t mind me asking, sir, what exactly is it that you’re doing?” your eyes drifted over the many files and stacks of paper atop his desk. 

“I’m re-checking supply orders.” Winters huffed as he leaned against the counter. “Captain Sobel made a change in the supply order and now I have to go through about ten stacks of item lists to find the one change so it can be documented.” 

Picking up a slip of paper, you lazily trailed your eyes over the items listed and scoffed. “Well, good luck with that, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“My favourite thing to do when I’m stressed is take a long, hot bath and just forget about all of my troubles for an hour or so,” you told him, unsure of why you were still in his office at all. “Of course, I can’t do that anymore, so now I jump imagine I’m in a hot bath. Doesn’t work quite the same but it gets the job done.”

“Interesting method.” Winters poured the steaming hot, fresh coffee into his cup before stalking back over to his desk. “Have any other suggestions?”

You thought for a moment. “Well, there are the obvious ones, like taking a walk, clearing your head, doing something else for a little while…getting some sleep.” you cocked an eyebrow at him while you mentioned the last suggestion. “And then, of course, there are other ways…”

Winters perked up at your vague mention of ‘other ways.’ “What do you mean by that, private Y/L/N?”

You could feel the warmth rising in your cheeks and you were sure you had turned a brilliant shade of pale red. “I don’t suppose it’s very professional for me to say, sir.” you tried to get out of having to voice your dirty thoughts, but when all he did was continue to stare at you, you felt compelled. “Oh, you know…sex.”

Silence filled the office, the tension in the air so thick that you swore you were having trouble breathing. Winters continued to look at you, his eyes trailing over your body as he leaned back in his chair. At that moment, you severely regretted speaking at all in the first place.

You were sure Winters was going to write you up for speaking so inappropriately in his presence, but what he did instead was much more shocking. “Do you use that method regularly?” he asked, his legs spreading slightly as he eyed you up some more. 

You were surprised by the question, there was no doubt about that. Winters always seemed like such a play-it-by-the-book sort of man who would never even dare to step out of line, so this new side of him — this suggestive side — really caught you off guard. 

“Sir?” you swallowed hard, your back straightening with nerves as you stood at attention before him. 

“Private.” his eyes finally left your body for a split second. “Lock the door.”

Without another word, you turned on your heel and did as the Lieutenant asked. As soon as the click of the lock echoed through the room, you could hear the sound of a belt being undone behind you. You froze in place for a second, almost scared to turn around and confront what you were sure was waiting for you. 

“Sir,” your words were soft and unassuming, your back still facing Winters. “Are we going to have sex?”

“No, private.” you could feel Winters’ breath on the back of your neck as he planted his hands on your hips and pressed himself into your ass. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Your breathing hitched as your hands pressed into the wood of the door to steady yourself. You couldn’t think of anything to say, so instead, you just remained silent and enjoyed the feeling of want between your legs. 

Hiking up your army issued, knee-length skirt around your waist, Winters pushed himself up against you even harder, one of his hands moving up to brush some hair away from your neck so he could kiss and nibble on the skin there. 

As his kisses sent shivers up and down your spine, Winters clamped his hand firmly over your mouth. “Just in case,” he whispered as he pushed your underwear to the side and ran two fingers along the length of your folds. Your knees nearly buckled right there and then, but before you had a chance to melt on the spot, Winters entered you from behind, the new wave of pleasure taking over your entire body. 

You wanted to moan out so badly but the hand over your mouth was preventing you from making any audible noises, so you were forced to rely on body language to communicate your enjoyment. Arching your back, you rested your head on Winters’ shoulder and looked up at him the best you could, your eyes saying all the words your mouth couldn’t.

“Desk.” was all he said next before grabbing you and pushing you in the direction of his desk. With one single, fluid motion, he swiped all the papers from the wooden desktop before bending you over it. “This is much better.”

Now that both of his hands were grabbing at your hips and ass and weren’t preventing you from speaking, you took the opportunity to voice your pleasure. “Please, sir, fuck me harder.” you practically begged. “Take out all your frustration and stress on me.”

Winters didn’t say anything in response, but when he began pounding into you at an alarming rate over and over again, you were sure he had heard you. For a split second, you began to overthink about the fact that you were bent over your Lieutenant’s desk with his cock buried deep inside of you, but before you could worry too much, he lifted one of your legs up onto the desk as well, allowing him to penetrate you even deeper than you thought possible. 

“Oh, God!” you unintentionally screamed out, but thankfully, Winters was too wrapped up in his own pleasure to reprimand you. 

With your mouth hung open like a fish out of water, your eyes began to roll back in your head as you approached the promised land of euphoria. “Shhh.” Winters reminded you as he leaned over the top of you and snaked one arm around your stomach. “Cum for me without making a sound.” he suddenly remembered his unspoken rule about being silent. 

“I don’t think I can,” you confessed as your orgasm began and you felt the scream start to work its way up your throat. 

“Make a peep and I’ll make you pick up all these goddamn supply lists and go through them yourself.” 

Hearing the urgency in his voice pushed you into a state verbal paralysis, and as your orgasm rocked through your body, you somehow remained completely silent, as per his request. 

Not long after you came, Winters unraveled as well, his body dropping onto yours as he caught his breath. “You were right.” he breathed out, the stress and exhaustion no longer audible in his voice. “That method does work.”

“Glad I could be of assistance.” you cracked a smile as you straightened up and pulled your skirt back down. “By the way, sir, did you remember what you wanted to talk to me about yet?”

Winters shook his head as he buckled his belt again. “No, but be assured, private, as soon as I do, I’ll ask to see you again ASAP.”

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Afraid Pt 2 (Jungkook Scenario) 18+

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Part 1

Parings:  Kookie X Reader Warning:  Sex and MILD torture

‘So mister Jeon,’ you say in a teasing tone, ‘what do you do for a living?’

Against all your expectations, Jungkook had taken you to a small restaurant for dinner. You weren’t disappointed though, not at all. In fact, the clothes that you were wearing would only make it awkward to walk into a fancy restaurant. On the other hand, it couldn’t be much more awkward than dining dressed casually with a man who is dressed in a full suit.

But hey, you didn’t know this would happen this morning.

‘I am the manager of a big company that helps with transactions for all sorts of other companies,’ he explains, a faint smirk playing on his lips, ‘and are you a waitress for a living Y/N?’ You shake your head.

‘I’m assistant manager,’ you say. The food is brought in. You both thank the lady bringing it and dive in. You were really, really hungry after work. Normally you would just eat the leftover pieces of bread at the bar, but this is way better.

While eating and drinking he makes you laugh, smile. He compliments you. He has you wrapped around his little finger within an hour and frankly, you don’t mind. You like how he treats you, but time seems to pass so fast and soon you’re both outside.

‘So how would you like to come home with me?’ he asks as he gently places his hands on your waist, pulling you into his chest. You hands slide onto his chest as your wide eyes look at him in surprise.

‘I-uh, yeah, sure,’ you stutter.

‘Good,’ he says and pecks your lips. Then he suddenly cuts the tension and grabs your hand, dragging you along to his car. ‘After you,’ he says as he opens the door to the passenger seat. Still a bit surprised, you get in the car.

Out of everything you thought could’ve happened, the thing you expected the least happened.

Car sex.

You back is pressed against the expensive, leather back seats as Jungkook leans over you. His eyes look dark and hungry for you. Your shirts are long gone when he dips down at your neck and leaves a trail of kisses, making you moan breathlessly. He has your jeans off within seconds and his follow soon.

He grinds roughly against your panties, making you moan louder. He looks at you like he wants to devour you completely and he’s on the right track to do so. His low grunts join your moans when you dig your nails into his back.

‘Enough of this teasing crap,’ he says under his breath and rips your panties off like it was nothing. You pull down his boxers, letting his erection spring free against his abdomen. He doesn’t waste a single second, pushing into you right away and giving you no time to adjust to him before he starts thrusting into you at full speed.

The sounds that the both of you make creates a symphony that fills the whole car with lust. His hands grab your hips roughly, leaving bruises as he thrust even deeper. You whine out his name to warn him you are close.

‘Come on baby, cum for me,’ he tells you in a low voice. With those words you hit your release and he rides through it with ease. He pulls out and releases over you, letting out a mantra of low moans.

Both of you try to catch your breath, staying exactly as you are until he starts laughing softly.

‘I think I’ll keep you.’

---

‘Aren’t you a beauty,’ a male voice says as it circles around you, ‘I think I’ll keep you if The Boy doesn’t come get you.’

You can’t see a thing and you have no damn clue what these people are talking about. All they’ve been talking about is The Boy while walking around you, touching you inappropriately from time to time, or torturing you for fun. How do you know it’s for fun? Whenever you cried out in pain, gasped for air, or screamed at the top of your lungs you head laughter at the other side of the room.

For as far as you know, there are three people in this room. One of their voices is familiar, but not familiar enough for you to know who it is. It’s damp and sounds echo in the space you are in, making you think you might be in a container or a storage.

Your wrists and ankles are tied to a chair and you are blindfolded. Also, they gagged you.

‘Do you even think he’ll come for her? Maybe she’s just another one of his toys.’

‘I doubt she’s a toy. I haven’t once seen him disrespect her or be rude to her,’ the familiar voice. He knows you.

‘Wow, I would’ve never imagined he could ever care for someone,’ the third voice says. Wait, are they talking about Jungkook? Jungkook cares for you, he is sweet to you, but he would never let this happen to you. He could never let this happen to you. He loves you too much. He told you himself.

Suddenly you hear a heavy door open and a lot of footsteps.

‘Gentlemen, I believe you have something that’s mine and I’d like it back,’ Jungkook. It’s Jungkook. You want to call for him, but you simply can’t.

‘Only if you pay,’ the familiar voice says.

‘You know Yoongi, I had never imagined you as a traitor,’ Jungkook says, ‘but I should’ve expected it when you started fucking around with Jimin. The poor boy didn’t even know what happened to him.’

‘As if you care about him,’ Yoongi yells back. So that was the familiar voice. ‘I do care,’ Jungkook says, ‘I mean, in the end he’s still a friend of Y/N and we should protect the ones we love, shouldn’t we?’ A clicking sound. ‘Right Yoongi?’ A loud bang followed by a few other bangs. They scare me. I feel shaky.

‘Jagiya, I am so sorry,’ Jungkook is much closer now, he starts untying me starting with the gag, ‘I will never let this happen to you again.’ When your wrists are loose, you try to take off the blindfold, but Jungkook stops you. ‘I think you should keep it on until we are outside,’ he says, ‘I don’t want you to get scared.’

‘Jungkook, I want to see you,’ you say as tears start to roll down your cheeks.

‘I really don’t think that’s a good idea now,’ he protest, but you already pull off the blindfold and the scene you see shocks you. Jungkook is kneeled in front of you, blood splattered across his face. On the ground are three dead men with puddles of blood around them, and there are about ten armed men around. You are at a loss for words.

‘I am so sorry you had to find out this way,’ Jungkook says and you can see tears in his eyes, ‘but this is my world.’ You start to stutter, trying to find the right words to say, but in this situation there is no right or wrong. There’s live or let go.

‘I want you to bring me to my apartment and leave me there,’ you say, ‘I will contact you when I’m ready.’ He seems so small right now.

‘I understand.’

---

In a fancy restaurant you walk around, checking all the tables and helping the other staff get ready for tonight. It should be full and some tables might even be occupied twice.

‘Ma’am,’ an employee says, ‘mister Jeon is at the phone.’

‘What does he want?’ You ask while you put some cutlery in place.

‘He wants to make a reservation tonight in the upstairs room, but he told me to ask you first,’ the employee explains. You look at him and smile at his confusion.

‘Your name is Taehyung right?’ he nods, ‘put the reservation in at eight and give me the phone.’ He hands over the phone and walks to the computer to put the reservation in. I put the phone to my ear with a smile.

‘Ya! I thought you wouldn’t call anymore!’ you yell into the phone. Taehyung instantly looks more confused than before.

“Aish, don’t be so difficult. I have some business to take care off.”

‘I swear to God, if I find one more dead person in that room I will cut your head off,’ you hiss at him. He hangs up and suddenly you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.

‘You’d really do that? I thought you loved me,’ the person says in a puppy voice as he nuzzles his head in your neck.

‘I hate you so much,’ you say with a big smile tattooed on your face. He turns you around so you face him and pecks your lips.

‘I doubt that very much,’ he says with a cocky smile, ‘what was it that you were saying last night? Faster? Harder? Or was it “I love you Jungkook”?’ You playfully hit him.

‘Not at work,’ you hiss at him. He lets out a giggle. ‘So what kind of business are you taking care of?’

‘Our parents,’ he says plainly, ‘I invited all of them for dinner so that we could all meet each other.’

‘Why?’ you ask confused.

‘Because,’ he says and takes both your hands in his, ‘I am going to ask your parents for you hand. If you let me of course.’ Your eyes water a bit and you pull him into a tight hug.

‘I love you so much.’

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Night series: It’s A Lie

It’s A Lie | Josh Pieters | imagine Night series is a little thing I’ll be doing today because of The Vamps’ new album, Night & Day. It will be 7 imagines, one new song for each Buttercream boy, and you can check them here. A/N: (Let’s just talk about how this should be a single, please.) Since the 24HourJoe, I think Josh has a certain rough side and I’d like to play with this a little, so here we have! Also, Y/S/N is for your ship name. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

⇢ Buttercream masterlist can be found here

“Joshua Pieters!” Josh heard someone scream at him on the other side of the call. “Are you fucking insane?” Josh laughed. “Stop laughing, moron!”

“Relax, Y/N.” He told you, still laughing.

“My mom thinks we are together again now, Pieters!” You complained.

Your not-so-smart sister asked Josh’s help to set her birthday’s video and his condition for doing it was that she needed to put on TV one thing he prepared while you had lunch Sunday, knowing that every Sunday your whole family had lunch together. Basically, it was a short video with funny photo edits of you and him when you were still a couple and now your entire family was making fun of Y/S/N getting back.

“Are we?” He asked.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I saw Jack’s snaps of you kissing a girl last night! Of course we aren’t back! We never will!”

“Don’t say never, Y/N. You know, never is a strong word, babe.”

“Fuck off, Josh.”

“I’m glad you were jealous. You know, it could’ve been you! If I had you available, I would never prefer any other girl.”

“Well, good luck with that, Josh! I won’t be available for you that soon!”

“So now there is a possibility? I knew the video would work out!”

“Ugh! I hope you didn’t do anything in my sister’s video.”

“It is her big day, Y/N. You know I wouldn’t ruin it for her. You naturally steal everybody’s attention when you walk into a room, I couldn’t put you in her video, it would be mean.”

You heard someone entering the kitchen behind you. “Is it Josh, dear?” Your mom asked.

“Yes.” You answered, refusing to believe she actually saw you talking to him on the phone. Damn it.

“Send him a big kiss and tell him I loved the video!”

“Mom!” You complained.

“Is that your mother?” Josh questioned through the call.

“Yes.” You grumbled.

“Say I miss her!” He exclaimed.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Y/N!” Your mom looked at you mad.

“Sorry, mom.” You sighed. “Josh said he misses you.” You told, just to avoid the angry look.

Just like that, she had a smile on her face. C’mon, woman!

“I miss him too.” She said, making you roll your eyes.

“Great, she misses you too, Joshua.” You snorted. “Oh, I almost forgot, she loved your video and sent you a kiss.”

“She is the best.” Josh commented ignoring your irony. You knew that he meant what he said, the two of them really get along. You easily could say Josh was her favorite boyfriend you ever had.

“Yeah, she is.” You smiled watching your mom doing her mom stuff through the kitchen.

“So, now we are back together?”

“You ruined it, Josh!” You moaned.

“What?”

“Everything!” You declared, shouting at your phone and ending the call.

“What he did this time?” Your mother asked.

“Besides the crazy video?” You asked with an eyebrow raised. “He is in-sa-ne! Insane!” You yelled, however, you laughed just after. He was insane, alright, but he was insane and amazing. Who would think in doing a thing like that video?

You went to the living room and found out that your family was replaying Josh’s montage. They were watching the last bit of it, the only one it was an actual video.

“Look, Y/N!” He was telling the camera while laid on bed. His room was dark, his face lit by the cellphone screen he was showing. “It’s our song on the radio. You know what it means, right? It’s time for you to accept we are meant for each other! I know your family has accepted already! Right guys?”

You laughed at the TV and your cousin looked at you. He had that “Don’t try to fool me, Y/N. I know you still like that guy.” look, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh, for God’s sake, there isn’t, like, some football match passing?” You complained to the people sat on the sofa and walked away from the living room.

The sun was shining on your face, making you grumble while opening your eyes for the first time of the day.

“Good morning, babe.” You heard Josh’s voice and you searched for him in the room, finding the ginger guy by the door, holding a cup of coffee. He gave it to you.

“I will swallow this coffee and, then, I will be out of here.” You announced.

“You can stay if you want.”

You raised an eyebrow at Josh. “You being good in bed isn’t the fact that is going to make us get back together, Joshua.”

“Hey, it was you that started kissing me.”

“You opened your front door without a shirt on!” You pointed out.

“I had just got out from the bath.” Josh explained, laughing at you. “Glad I was, by the way.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, well, I guess my sister can return your pen drive next time.”

“You wouldn’t make her come all the way to my house just to give me a pen drive, would you?” Josh sat next to you.

“Well, I came, didn’t I?” You took a sip of your coffee. Josh made coffee just the way you liked.

“Yes.” He agreed. “But you’re use to it and your house is near mine.”

“I was used to it.” You corrected.

“Yeah, right.” Josh seemed upset for real, it wasn’t your intention though. Too late now and you were too proud to say sorry.

“Okay, look, I have to go.” You informed, standing up. “Thanks for the coffee.”

Josh sighed. “Your toothbrush is in the guest room, you can have a shower in that bathroom if you want to.” He informed.

You were surprised he still had your toothbrush in his house.

“Thanks.” You smiled and walked away from his bedroom. You let your mug in the kitchen and went to the bathroom.

You knew the reason why Josh put your toothbrush in the guest bathroom was that girls he would bring home wouldn’t think he had a girlfriend, still was nice knowing he kept it in there.

You brushed your teeth and washed your face, deciding that taking a shower would be inappropriate. You sighed at your reflection in the mirror. It was your ex-boyfriend’s house, not your boyfriend’s house.

You took your purse, Josh watched you put your heels before leaving.

“I gave you the pen drive, right?” You asked. “It would suck if I had to come back.”

“Would it?” Josh asked with a smirk. “You seemed to enjoy it while you were here last night.”

“Yeah, you are kinda nicer at night.” You snapped back, not denying you enjoyed to have sex with him.

You were a couple steps away from the door when you felt Josh pulling your arm. He grabbed your waist and kissed you hard.

“I miss you, Y/N.” He told you.

“I miss you too, Joshua.” You gave him a sad smile. “But you know the difference between us?” You asked as you stepped away. “I didn’t fuck random girls as soon as we had our first fight.”

You heard someone pushing your door like crazy and you knew exactly who it was. You bit your lower lip, getting in the tip of your toe while getting up from your bed.

It was a few days after you gave Josh his pen drive back. The device was with your sister because of the videos he left with her and she asked you to return to him. Now, it was Saturday morning and your head was aching.

“What do you want?” You asked as you opened the door.

“What the hell, Y/N?”

You left it open and went to your kitchen take an aspirin, Josh followed you.

“What the hell what, Josh?” You asked.

“You know what I’m talking about.” He exclaimed.

“You are the one knocking at my door all mad on a Sunday morning.” You argued and went to your bathroom to brush your teeth and brush your hair, Josh followed you once more.

“The Instagram’s video, Y/N.” Josh snorted.

Of course, you knew what it was all about. Of course you knew. You knew what would happen as soon as you published that shit.

You were laughing like you were having the time of your life. Maybe you were, or maybe it was only the drinks you took earlier that night, you couldn’t remember. You were dancing with a pretty boy to a song people could barely hear in the video, however, it was a specific song that you knew that the right person would recognize it. After all, you could recognize it just like you listen to it with your heart and not your ears.

“Oh, that.” You shrugged.

“Don’t say ‘Oh, that’ to me, Y/N. You knew I would know you addressed it to me.”

“We can see that this upset you.” You went to your room and started choosing something to wear, just like Josh wasn’t even there. It just pissed him more.

“You won’t even try to deny it?” You shrugged again, deny for what? He laughed at scorn. “Are you kidding me? Oh, I’m glad we broke up. I didn’t know you were that childish.” Your eyes flooded with tears and you were thankful to all the gods in the universe that Josh couldn’t see you since you were looking to your wardrobe. “You won’t tell me nothing? Like, anything?”

“What do you want me to say?” You asked, trying your best to not show you were crying.

“I don’t know, that you’re sorry maybe? It was our fucking song playing in the background, Y/N! Our song! I was declaring myself to you about that and you used it just…”

“You want me to say sorry?!” You couldn’t hold your angry and hurt anymore, so you turned to him, seeing Josh be paralyzed for a moment for seeing your tears. “Sorry for what? You own me an apology, Josh, not me!” You said, approaching him mad. He took a few steps back.

“You just were such a spoiled little girl doing that, Y/N.” He argued, as angry as you.

“Yeah, I was, Josh.” You admitted. “I was! I was pissed that one day you were saying you missed me and, in the next one, you were kissing another girl again while I was thinking if I should give us another chance. I was pissed, I was upset, I was hurt, so, yeah, I’m sorry if I behaved like a child.”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N, I told you this already: if I could have you, I wouldn’t want any other girl! They aren’t as good as you!”

“So why you go after them?”

Josh took a deep breath, passing his hands through his ginger hair. “Because I miss you. I fucking miss you. For real. It is not just some sentence I used to make you stay in my flat the other day. I miss you so freaking much, Y/N. And having anything to distract myself is better than just stay in my house missing you.” You looked at him, he seemed to be really sad now that you were looking at him carefully.

“Josh, I…” You were speechless.

He stared at you as well. Your lips slightly parted, your t-shirt that you used as pajama showing more of your legs than it should, the look on your face and the way your skin reflected the sun. He couldn’t help himself, he walked the steps he took back and kissed you with passion.

His hands were all over you and you held hard his hair, you two kissing like you would never do that again. No, no, no. Not good, Y/N. Break this! Break this now! You were hurt still, therefore you stopped kissing Josh.

“Get out of my apartment.” You commanded.

Josh held your waist and pulled you closer. “No.”

“Get out, Josh.” You said again, not as angry as you wished, his eyes were too close for you to form sentences.

“I can’t, Y/N. I just can’t.”

Good. You couldn’t let him go either.

[alluranight]

☆ - Naomi and Lizzy

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Naomi. Liz isn’t a fan of being yelled at. Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Lizzy. Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Naomi. Almost always. Who trashes the house? Neither. If Liz is over her house she’ll leave. Same thing for Naomi is she happens to be at Lizs place. Do either of them get physical? Sometimes. They’ve fought before, but at the stage there at now, it most likely wouldn’t happen. How often do they argue/disagree? Not too often. But it has happened. Who is the first to apologise? Usually Lizzy.

Sex: ((*Screeches* I will skip this!!!))

Who is on top?Who is on the bottom?Who has the strangest desires?Any kinks?Who’s dominant in bed?Is head ever in the equation?If so, who is better at performing it?Ever had sex in public?Who moans the most?Who leaves the most marks?Who screams the loudest?Who is the more experienced of the two?Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?Rough or soft?How long do they usually last?Is protection used?Does it ever get boring?Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? 

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? Yes for both. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Naomi has one and Lizzy would love to either have one or adopt. Who is the favorite parent? They don’t parent together, but I’m sure Naomi was the favorite. Who is the authoritative parent? Same goes. Naomi being strict when she needs to. It isn’t necessary yet. Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Maybe Naomi. Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Liz likes to spoil Naomi daughter with treats, but knows the limit. Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Naomi. Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Naomi, but Liz would join her. Who changes the diapers? Naomi did. Had Liz been around she would have happily done it for her. Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Naomi did. Who spends the most time with the children? Naomi. Who packs their lunch boxes? Namoi. If Liz is there in the morning she’d offer to. Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Naomi will be in charge of that. Who cleans up after the kids? Liz would assist with any clean up. Who worries the most? Lizzy, she always worries about children whether thier hers or not. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Naomi.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Lizzy. Who is the little spoon? Lizzy despite both almost being the same height. Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Neither has tried anything like that, but Liz has been guilty of attempting to grope her. Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?  Liz. She likes to hug Naomo alot. How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Assuming they were asleep before, Lizzy if Naomi starts freaking out in her sleep. Who gives the most kisses? Lizzy would try to. What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Laying in silence. Where is their favourite place to cuddle? The bed. Maybe couch. Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Lizzy. Naomi usually gives her what the hell looks if she figures out what she’s doing. How often do they get time to themselves? Plenty of hours. Liz will come to visit Naomi at the end of her day.

Sleeping:

Who snores? Neither. If both do, who snores the loudest? Neither. Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They share a bed while one sleeps at the others house. If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Cozy up for about then drift apart as they sleep. Who talks in their sleep? Lizzy sometimes. What do they wear to bed? For Liz a shirt and shorts or panties. I suppose Naomi would wear the same. Are either of your muses insomniacs? Famous troubled night of not sleeping may cause her to get this way. Hopefully she doesn’t go through them anymore. Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Maybe?? Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Side to side. Who wakes up with bed hair? Lizzy. Who wakes up first? Naomi. Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Lizzy would. What is their favourite sleeping position? Back to back. It’s a norm for them. Who hogs the sheets?Do they set an alarm each night? If something needs to be done the next day. Can a television be found in their bedroom? For Lizs room yes. For Naomi I’m not sure. Who has nightmares? Sometimes both. Who has ridiculous dreams? Mostly Lizzy. Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Naomi. Who makes the bed? Either one when they sleep together. What time is bed time? Liz has no bedtime. I’m sure Naomi will set herself between 11pm to 12am. Doesn’t mean she’s going to sleep though. Any routines/rituals before bed? None. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Naomi.

Work:

Who is the busiest? Lizzy. She sometimes gets ridiculous hours. Who rakes in the highest income? I suppose Liz. Are any of your muses unemployed? Ummm.. dont think so. Who takes the most sick days? Neither. Who is more likely to turn up late to work?Who sucks up to their boss? Lizzy is her own boss. Who’s she going to suck up to, herself???What are their jobs? Used to be police officer to head of the division. Believe the position is sergeant. Not sure about Naomi. Who stresses the most? Not sure. Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Lizzy does. Are your muses financially stable? Yes.

Home:

Who does the washing? Naomi. Who takes out the trash? Namoi. Who does the ironing? Naomi. Who does the cooking? If she’s over, Lizzy. Naomi normally does all the cooking in her house. Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Neither. Who is messier? Neither. Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Neither. Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Lizzy. She gets lazy sometimes. Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither. Who is the prankster around the house? I say Naomi would pull one if her and Liz were alone. Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Lizzy. Only when she’s rushing or unaware of where she out them. Who mows the lawn? Naomi. Who answers the telephone? In thier own homes, each of them. Who does the vacuuming? Naomi. Who does the groceries? Liz loves to accompany her while she shops. Who takes the longest to shower? Probably Lizzy. Half an hour is the longest she’s been inside. Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Lizzy.

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? No for Lizzy. She had savings. Naomi has a pretty stable income as far as Liz is concerned. How many cars do they own? Liz owns two. One for work, one for leisure. She’ll sometimes leave the other one with Naomi. Do they own their home or do they rent? Liz and Naomi own there own houses. Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? I doubt either is by the coast. Do they live in the city or in the country? Thier kinda by the city, but not really. Do they enjoy their surroundings? Yes. Lizzy loves her town. What’s their song? What do they do when they’re away from each other? Liz works. Naomi does her motherly duties. Where did they first meet? Playful Gang gathering How did they first meet? When Liz decided to challenge Naomi to a fight. Who spends the most money when out shopping? Neither. There bith responsible shoppers. Naomi hardly buys things for herself. Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Neither. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Both. Any mental issues? Who’s terrified of bugs? Lizzy is terrified, she just doesn’t like them around. Who kills the spiders around the house? Naomi. She’ll pull out the big boot for one. Their favourite place? Who pays the bills? Each do. They live separately. I doubt Naomi would allow Liz to pay a bill for her. Do they have any fears for their future? Liz worries she’ll be alone. She also hopes her friendship won’t fail with Naomi. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Lizzy. She likes surprising Naomi. Who uses up all of the hot water? Neither. Who’s the tallest? Naomi should be. Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? This would probably not occur unless one was drunk. Who wanders around in their underwear? Liz is known for this. Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Lizzy. Naomi tells her to shut up if she’s too loud. What do they tease each other about? Stupid things. Could be from clothes to the way something was said or done. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?Do they have mutual friends? No. Who crushed first? Lizzy. She has a soft spot for her. Any alcohol or substance related problems? Only Ms. Naomi would know. Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? At this point hopefully neither. Who swears the most? Naomi. Lizzy tries not to, but that doesn’t always work.

@bbydreamer