#but i do know that they would look pretty normal until you either read into them too much
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DP x DC Prompt: The Watchlist
Batman has a watchlist. A list that contains every individual who could become a rouge and a contingency plan for if they did. Â
And while they, his children, often make fun of his paranoia and him for having it, they totally understand why he did. They lived in Gotham, for Christ's sake. Where everyoneâs just a pin drop away from being the cityâs next big villain, forcing the bats to scratch their heads while playing cat and mouse with a sicko for a good few weeks. And while they wonât admit it, the list has helped them a few times.Â
But that wonât stop them from making fun of any of the listâs new developments. Because you see, there was a new list. And it wasnât just a watchlist. No, no, no. It was The Watchlist.
It was a new development after he and Robin went on an out-of-state mission to investigate some town in bum fuck nowhere Illinois. And it was under some pretty tight security as well, so they were expecting something good, like mad scientists or evil mayors. Not profiles of the kids who lived in the town. And while there were a few metas and vigilantes that made the list interesting, by the end of it all they just seemed to be teenagers.Â
Until they saw Damian. They hadnât seen him since he came back from the mission with B. He looked tired. Like âTim hasnât slept in a week and is surviving on just coffee beansâ tired.
âAh, I see you all have found it. Good. A few of them will be arriving next week as theyâre a part of Gotham Academyâs student exchange program. At least three of them will be staying in the manor with us. Father will need you all to be on standby and to be ready for any possible scenario. Please, for the love of all that is good, do not encourage them in any way, shape, or form. And please do not dismiss them either. The outcome of doing that will be much worse. Is there more that I should add? Yes. Will I? No, because you wonât understand. Not until you've seen what I have.âÂ
The demon child sighed, then looked them dead in the eyes. âGodspeed to us all.â Then walked away.
Okay, they were scared now.
#dp x dc crossover#dcxdp#dp x dc prompt#dp dc crossover#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#Batman and Robin went to Amity Park to investigate two mad scientists who were dealing with Lazuars waters#and instead#witness teenagers dealing with The Horrors (tm) like it was an everyday thing#because for them it is#Bruce KNOWS that the moment any of these kids crack its the end of the world as they know it#i like to think that all the kids are liminals and have powers but some aren't out about it as others#Danny knows that there's an outside entity in Amity but they don't seem hostile#protective even#so he leaves them be#i'm honestly not too sure what the profiles would look like#but i do know that they would look pretty normal until you either read into them too much#or was there to witness the shit he has witness#he's scared of those kids#but also want to protect/save them#cause the GIW still exist#and while not bad parents Fentons they aren't really good either#none of the parents are tbh
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in the morning light [part 2]
[part 1 here!]
synopsis - what it's like sharing a bed with them
includes - dr. ratio, ruan mei, argenti, kafka, blade, luocha, jing yuan, jiaoqiu
warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, i still have no clue what im doing, might be ooc, wc - 1.2k
a/n: absolutely blown away at how many people enjoyed the first part, so uhh here you go? maybe a genshin ver in the future if i get round to it and if people want it?
dr ratio â
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âȘan absolute stickler for a proper routine, and an advanced one at that - he has high standards to uphold and never misses a step before bed and in the morning. he wouldn't mind of you did yours alongside him but he probably won't notice you for long. a major part is obviously his baths, he would not go a day without one.
âȘsometimes he can join you in bed quite late, he either has students work to mark or simply cannot put his own work down. even when he joins you he probably falls asleep after you as he likes to indulge in late night reading.
âȘa sort of mix between comfy and basic when it comes to his actual bed, it's simplistic yet extremely comfortable - in the morning it's pretty difficult to leave with how cozy it can be.
âȘdoesn't really move alot in his sleep, the occasional shuffle but not much. he isn't exactly a cuddler but if you want to he doesn't mind at all. however because he doesn't move much, if you two fall asleep cuddling then he needs to wake up first - which is normal - otherwise you're trapped in his embrace.
âȘmost mornings he does wake up super early and leaves quite early as well - he always gives you a kiss on your forehead before he leaves. on the rare days he has off, he stays in bed with you until you wake up and whenever your ready, he gets ready alongside you.
ruan mei â
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âȘshe is an extreme night owl. her lab work often keeps her very busy and if she starts a train of thought then she can't rest until she's seen it out to the fullest. most nights she does encourage you to not wait up for her for this very reason - ruan mei greatly appreciates if you do however.
âȘher routine is either short or rather extensive, it just depends on how much time she has. morning routines are much longer more consistently as she tends to wake up rather early.
âȘusually her bed is rather basic but you seemed to have contaminated it with what you prefer but she doesn't mind in the slightest. if you like her cat cake creations then she may have gifted you a few custom ones to keep you company.
âȘsurprisingly can be quite the fidgeter in her sleep, not drastic movements but she's just used to being busy. again, not exactly a cuddler but isn't against it if you wish as she knows she isn't around much so would indulge you.
âȘmost days when you wake up she isn't there but there's always a small note from her to you that is extremely heartfelt.
argenti â
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âȘthe most extravagant routine you've ever seen, the knight of beauty very clearly has a great routine for both mornings and nights. enjoys when you do yours alongside him and will always find time to do so.
âȘhe still looks pristine in the morning when he first wakes up, it's hard to believe he just woke up. although it may be helped by the fact that he has the most elegant bed that is very hard to leave in the morning.
âȘnot much of a mover but he can adjust quite a bit sometimes in his sleep. and if you're okay with it, he wants nothing more than to hold you in his embrace for the entire night. argenti is somewhat of a light sleeper however, so if you move alot then he easily wakes up but doesn't mind.
âȘsometimes he has to leave early, sometimes he doesn't. it depends on whether or not he has a duty to fulfill but does get up early nonetheless. most days he'd let you sleep but if you need to get up he always wakes you with a kiss and a compliment.
kafka â
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âȘbeing a stellaron hunter doesn't always allow for a proper nights rest but most times it does. however kafka cares quite a bit about such things and so when she can, she'll take the opportunity for a good night's sleep.
âȘshe's used to sleeping in bare minimum conditions but if she could choose, kafka would prefer more comfortable arrangements. so she's very accommodating to what you'd prefer to have your shared bed like.
âȘenjoys taking time with a night time routine but sometimes she can't but isn't that fussed so long as she gets the bare minimum done. she would love if you joined her but again wouldn't mind if you're not that keen on such extensive routines.
âȘshe can be rather clingy - on purpose. kafka loves nothing more than relaxing with you in her arms and won't let up until she's content. the only time she needs to wake up is when she's executing one of elio's scripts so good luck escaping her grasp otherwise.
blade â
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âȘagain, being a stellaron hunter doesn't always allow for a proper nights rest but most times it does. although blade doesn't exactly have the greatest sense of having a good night's sleep.
âȘabsolute bare minimum for a routine, he doesn't exactly see why it should be anything more but fortunately kafka's influence has caused him to have some care. you're almost jealous that he can do bare minimum and still look like he does.
âȘalso goes for bare minimum when it comes to sleeping arrangements, he doesn't care what his bed's like. so he doesn't exactly care what you'd prefer as he would just go along with it.
âȘwhen he does sleep, he sleeps like the dead. he barely moves to the point that sometimes you're convinced he's not even there, the only indicator that he's actually alive is the occasional twitch in his hands.
âȘunfortunately, he can be prone to his mara-struck condition flaring up in his sleep which may take some getting used to seeing but he takes it upon himself to sleep elsewhere id he knows it is likely to happen to avoid scaring you.
âȘprefers to have his own side of the bed and isn't a cuddler. after a very long while, he might indulge you if you are a cuddler but not always. he's also an extremely light sleeper that wakes up super early.
luocha â
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âȘas a travelling merchant, he doesn't tend to stay in one place for long, so you would most likely travel with him. due to this, he isn't exactly fussed with where he sleeps and is used to bare minimum. he wouldn't mind in the slightest of you decide to change a few things however.
âȘnightly and morning routines are important to him. he needs to maintain appearances and so can have rather extensive routines that he wouldn't mind you joining him with.
âȘanother light sleeper and sometimes you forget he's there because he barely moves. he's perfectly fine with cuddling and fine with not, although sometimes he does prefer his space.
âȘnever really has anywhere to go in a rush unless he knows he has people to meet or things to do, but he still wakes up early. however he normally would wait for you to wake up as he likes to start his day with you.
jing yuan â
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âȘthe dozing general has that title for a reason. despite the fact that he practically is on the verge of falling asleep most of the time during the day, he sleeps alot. it can be under any condition at any time but he does have a tendency to indulge in comfort.
âȘhas an extremely comfortable bed that is normally also occupied by mimi and so it can get very warm, very quickly which is a pain in the summer. this isn't really helped by the fact that he is extremely clingy, like to the max.
âȘhe always states that he sleeps better when his body is entangled with yours and knowing you're safe there with him, but he will respect if you aren't that much of a cuddler.
âȘunfortunately he moves around a lot and because he's clung to you, you move with him. sometimes you two end up upside down at the foot of the bed and it baffles you that he can move that much. he is also an extremely heavy sleeper in your shared bed so good luck escaping him - when he's dozing at work he is a light sleeper however.
âȘmost days he does have to drag himself out of bed to work but aeons save you if he has a rare dayoff. you're never leaving if he doesn't let you as he forces you to let him indulge in your presence while he gets a lie-in. if you have somewhere to be he reluctantly lets you go but very stubbornly.
âȘthe worst bed hair you've ever seen, he always looks like he's been through it and spends ages sorting his hair. this paired with his actual morning routine means he takes ages getting ready. his night time routine is shorter as he knows it's rendered useless overnight.
jiaoqiu â
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âȘhe cares about his appearance as he does have quite the reputation to uphold and so his routines are always important and extensive - especially when managing his tail and ears to ensure that they aren't messy.
âȘalso goes all out for his bed, he knows what helps get a better night's sleep and he prefers to get the best sleep he can. so he might be a bit hesitant to let you change most of it but he's willing to compromise.
âȘthe absolute worst when it comes to sleeping, he's annoying, he knows it, and takes it in pride. has to be cuddled up to you and he wraps his tail over you to ensure that you don't go anywhere unless you have to. he barely moves but his tail is the menace mainly - it flicks and moves around alot and often ends up in your face.
âȘnormally wakes up relatively early and will wake you up if you need to. mentioned this before but, he will wake you up earlier if you braid his usual braid as he enjoys having you do so - he has absolutely no remorse for doing so. although if he has time, he will make breakfast for the two of you.
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oneshot
word count: 12.7k
genre: step-siblings to lovers, dead dove (proceed with caution)
pairing: dongsaeng jungkook Ă noona reader
summary:
Jungkook had always known there was something wrong with him when he realized his obsession with his Noona was far too intimate consider their relationship, but she was perfect for him. Can anyone really blame him for falling in love with his beautiful older step-sister?
warnings: [PLEASE READ] dead dove, eat with caution (they are step-siblings and it's a bit romanticized), there's mentions of the pairing as minors but nothing too oversexualized and in detail, mentions of violent behavior (not towards reader), mentions of jungkook possibly being asexual or gay (he's not lol), pairing has shit parents and jungkook's father is an alcoholic, parent issues to the max, petite reader (fit the plot better), explicit sexual content: dirty sexual thoughts, jk has a huge dick and he jacks off so much, someone's a virgin in this and it is NOT the reader, there's a lot of crying in this one, jungkook probably needs therapy and the reader lol, extremely possessive and obsessive jungkook, DADDY KINK, hickeys, unprotected rough vaginal sex, dubious consent but they both want it, dirty talk, the reader slaps jungkook, squirting, blowjob, cunnilingus, come tasting/swallowing, slight ass play, choking, multiple orgasms, passing out and overstimulation, creampie, pregnancy (oopsie)
a.n: well i have no fucking words. im actually a bit shy and embarrassed to release this after my last post but we move on! this wasnât apart of my drafts either SIGH. wrote this because i was insanely horny and ovulating so have fun ig. please enjoy it nicely. i certainly did. if you look past all the dark stuff you might find itâs actually pretty hot. i cant even believe i wrote this. im really scared ⊠if anyone is crazy enough, please comment your thoughts. tempted to do more of these deranged stories. since tmr is christmas i leave this as a final parting gift for this year though it has nothing to do with chirstmas. byebye angels and merriest of chirstmas to you all <3
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Jungkook has officially hit rock bottom.Â
He has officially lost his mind. Again and again he comes back to what he knows he shouldnât and knows that, but heâs only a man after all. Can anyone really blame him?
For the third time that night, Jungkook has fisted his cock empty. The youngerâs dick was raw and swollenâ sticky from the amount of beatings he had pumped. His ballsack had nothing else more to give him and Jungkook started to grow frustrated. His dick was still heavy in his palm, aching for something he knows he could never fucking have. It simply wasnât fair.Â
Jungkook pants loudly, wiping his dirty come all over his black sheets. Heâs dripping sweat and he feels his dick might fall off if he keeps masturbating this much, but it was simply impossible. Heâs a growing man after all, it was totally normal for him to have such a high libido. His doctor even said so (he asked him during a typical yearly routine exam and the professional confirmed it was more than normal, that usually as he ages heâll simply grow out of it). Jungkook doesnât even believe him anymore. The more he fucks his hand, the more he grows the urge to stuff his cock in his step-sisterâs tempting pussy.
He knows itâs disgusting. He tried to overcome the disgusting need to fuck her until she begged for more, the compulsive thirst to eat her juicy pussy from behind, the lustful desire to ruin her for anyone else that dared lay hands on his older step-sibling. Jungkook has had too much time to think about these sinfulâ incriminating thoughts. He imagines how his step-sister would look all heavy and round, carrying Jungkookâs seed for nine months straight. What amazing mother she would be. He thinks about this all the time.Â
And heâs not just saying this out of his ass. His step-sister saved him. He had one-on-one, firsthand experience to all her angelic glory. Sheâs patient, extremely caring, and sheâs the sweest thing heâs ever known. Jungkook is in love with her.Â
Can anyone really blame him? His Noona is the best. Heâll say it over and over, a million times until the whole world gets to hear it because his Noona deserves that and much more.Â
Jungkook believes heâs the only one that could please his Noona. He truly believes that there is no better man in this world for her than him. He doesnât care how selfish that seems. His Noona has been hurt too many times and Jungkook has unfortunately witnessed it all. Every heartbreak, every break-up, every stupid relationship he has had to tolerate. He falls sick to his stomach every time because he knows she deserves so, so much more and only he could do that for her. He knows how happy he could make her.
After all, only Jungkook knows what is best for her. Â
Jungkook hears the living room door close hard, the house shakes from the harsh movement. The noise startles him from his current position. He quickly wipes the come off his abdomen and the sweat off his body. Heâs sure he probably stinks or at the very least his room does, but the heavy footsteps coming from the stairs worry him more.Â
âNoona?â He calls out and nobody answers him, by the time heâs shoving on the first pair of sweats he can find his bedroom door opens wide. Jungkook still has sweat dripping down his bare back, praying that it goes unnoticed. He simply got carried away, fucking his cock into his hand for thirty minutes straight.
âNoonaâŠâ Jungkook reaches out the second he hears you whimper. The second he has you in his arms you completely let go. Tears stream down your face with no plans on stopping and Jungkook feels his heart break in two. In a way, he feels conflicted.Â
On one hand, heâs extremely upset about whatever caused you any trouble and heâs willing to do anything to make it up to you. Buy you your favorite ice cream. Take you to watch a movie. Cook you a yummy home meal. He would do anything if it meant he could make you smile again.Â
But on the other well, Jungkookâs fucking pissed. He needs to know exactly what happened, who fucking did this to you, and how the fuck he even let this happen. Heâll kill whoever did this to you. He will. Jungkook would do anything for his Noona, even if that meant killing someone with bare hands.Â
âWhatâs wrong, Noona?â Jungkookâs gentle when asking the question, watching you cry your heart out. The younger rubs circles into your back, comforting you in a time of need. âWhat happened? Tell me. Jungkookie will help.âÂ
You sob into his chest hard and Jungkook canât help the way his insides flare. He wants to burn the world down. That way, nobody can harm you and he can take care of you like heâs meant to. Jungkook was born to love and care for you. He feels that deep in his (dark) heart.Â
âOh, JungkookieâŠâ He keeps rubbing circles, desperate to make it all go away for you. His Noona didnât deserve this.Â
âI found the messages.â Between hiccups, you cry harder trying to explain the problem. It hurts. It hurts so bad, maybe youâll never be good enough. For him, or for anyone. Â
âWhat messages, Noona?â Jungkookâs nose bumps into yours, cautious doe-eyes stare down at you. Fire lights deep inside them, but they donât scare you because Jungkook could never hurt a soul. Not your innocent little step-brother. Certainly not your sweet dongsaeng.Â
âS-Seojunâs.â You have trouble breathing and Jungkook pats your back softly, being extremely patient, but deep inside him, he canât wait to beat Seojunâs ass regardless of whatever you say next. âHeâ he cheated on me.âÂ
Jungkook no longer exists in the same universe you do. The first thing he sees is red. Jungkookâs going to fucking murder Seojun. How fucking dare he!
How could he ever cheat on you? Seojun must have a death wish and Jungkook canât wait to deliver his wish personally. He should cut off each finâ
âJungkookie⊠m-my heart huâhurts.â He snaps out of the dark space in his head and starts drying your tears with his thumbs.Â
âNoona⊠heâ he doesnât deserve you.â Jungkook starts, holding you up with a strong grip. He could feel your squishy breast pressing hard against his upper stomach. In a different moment, different situation, he would have popped a boner and it would have been extremely awkward. Jungkook is not small in any sense but heâs a bit insecure. He wonders if you would love the feel of his huge cock invading your guts, but thatâs for another time. âIâve told you this before but you deserve someone that doesnât make you question their love for you. Someone that loves you so much it could kill them. They should love and care for you so much that they would be willing to do anything for you. You shouldnât have to deal with this, Noona. He doesnât deserve you. Nobody does. They canât ever love you. They won't. Youâre safe here Noona, I love you.âÂ
âMy sweet JungkookieâŠâ You sigh as tears begin to slow down and stick to your face. âThatâs right. Only you could ever love me this much I think. I donât know whatâs wrong with me.âÂ
âNothing. Absolutely nothing.â Jungkook snaps. If anything Seojun should be crying buckets, begging for forgiveness and mercy because after Jungkookâs done with him, heâll regret ever meeting you. Jungkook canât wait to make the motherfucker pay for his unforgivable crimes. âHeâs just a coward. Not a real man.â
âOh my Jungkookie, when did you become so big? Huh? So grown up.â Your tone wavers as you continue. âYouâve always been such a romantic. Isnât that right? Noonaâs so proud of you Jungkookie, the best dongsaeng I could ever ask for.â
Jungkook melts with every compliment.Â
When you first met Jungkook, he couldnât even look you in the eyes. He would get so fucking nervous around you. His stomach would flip whenever you stepped into his line of sight. He doesnât remember a time he didnât have the biggest crush.Â
Like anyone else, Jungkook assumed this was nothing but a minor crush. It was his first crush. Jungkook didnât have experience with girls or dating for that matter. He wasnât at all interested in any of that. For a cool minute, the younger assumed he must be gay, clearly it was the only explanation that made sense at the time, but then he realized not even then he felt anything. His best friend, Taehyung is extremely gay and pretty handsome (if he must admit), but he could never be with him, much less fuck the man.Â
His next thought is he has to be asexual. Jungkook didnât ever think about sex, much less want to participate in any sexual activity. The thought used to disgust him. There was no one worthy. No one he would like to stick his dick into. Jungkook was broken!Â
Then, his father came home one night, shit-faced couldnât even hold himself up. Jungkook had to carry him to bed that night. He was only fifteen years old, he had no busy doing that, yet had no choice.
âSon. W-Wan you to meet someone tuâtomorrow.â His father begins, Jungkook winces when he reels him in close, breath stinking of some sort of strong alcohol. âYuâ got you a maâmother. S-Stepmother.â
Jungkookâs heart drops. He doesnât need a fucking mother. Jungkook is happy with the way things are right now. Just him and his dad. No matter how broken their relationship is. He doesnât need a mother.Â
âAppa, I donâtââ
âQuiet. Shh.â His father ends the conversation with a finger tap to his mouth. Forbidding the younger to get another word out. Jungkook feels he could sob because knowing his father, he was impending doom. âSleep now child. Come here. Sleep with Appa.âÂ
That night, Jungkook unfortunately sleeps in his fatherâs bed which reeks of musk and cheap cologne with a hint of mixed perfume. He doesnât sleep all night, worried that heâll wake up and his father will have choked during his sleep. Heâs afraid that if he turns his head, heâll find his father dead. Maybe that would have been better. That his father never woke up that next morning. Then he wouldnât be stuck in the situation he was in today. His fatherâs at fault.Â
Jungkookâs father brings his âstep-momâ over the next day and Jungkook doesnât know how to feel. He hates her. He absolutely despises her. Jungkook feels it in his heart that she will completely ruin his life.Â
Jungkook already has a mom. She died giving birth to him. Itâs not her fault. Jungkookâs mom is incredible and heâs heard great stories. Nobody will ever compare to his mother. Even though Jungkook never got the chance to meet her, he knows he would have loved her and she him. In another lifetime, Jungkook would have loved to spend his entire life in the warm arms of his mother.Â
What he wasnât expecting was his step-mom to bring company. Jungkook obsesses from the very, very start.Â
âJungkook-ah, meet your step-sister, Y/N. Sheâs two-years older than you. They are moving in with us, so I hope you will be a good dongsaeng to your Noona. Weâll live as a happy family from now on. Ainât that right, Yeobo?â His father leans in kissing his step-mom with passion. Jungkook thinks if the situation was different he would have thrown up the sandwich he had for lunch, but as he looks up at you, he finds you playing with the ends of your sweater. Youâre tiny. He doesnât believe youâre older than him. You canât be. Barely seventeen, but you have yet to grow into your lady parts. Jungkook couldnât stop staring at you. Your lip was swollen from how hard you were sucking it from nerves. This had to be just as difficult for you as well.Â
With careful steps, you stretch your hand out, making peace with your new step-sibling. âHello Jungkook, itâs nice to meet you. I promise to be a good Noona. I look forward to moving in. I hope you can accept me. I promise to take good care of you.âÂ
The younger almost falls to his knees. Heâs never seen a more beautiful smile. Jungkook takes your tiny hand in his. His hand is bigger than yours, heâs tempted to compare sizes. Heâs even slightly taller than you. Jungkook puffs his chest thinking about how heâll only grow taller. Heâll soon tower over you.Â
Jungkook doesnât even say anything to you that night. Not a single word. He canât. He shakes your hand awkwardly with a deep blush setting on his cheeks. Jungkook promises one thing. He promises to care for you too. That promise stays in his head for now, but Jungkook is certain now. Heâs definitely not gay and he isnât fucking asexual. Not anymore. Not ever.
Since then, itâs like youâve been attached by the hip. Jungkook grew to become a man. Now twenty-three and you twenty-five. And you grew into a woman besides him.Â
He was the best dongsaeng you could ever ask for. Jungkook was sweet. He would cry about everything and anything. While trying to get closer to one another and build a bond, you thought it would be a good idea to watch classic romance films. Jungkook would cry to every single one. A true romantic at heart and you, being the best Noona ever, would be there to comfort him. Like you would your own baby brother.Â
Back then, you used to dream of having siblings, youâre extremely lucky you get to live that with Jungkook. You didnât mind that he was a big cry-baby, it was endearing that a boy could have so many emotions and show them without holding back.Â
He was extremely sweet. Jungkook was protective, like any usual brother was. Always looking for ways to watch out for you and even though he was the younger, he took care of you, a lot.Â
Your mother wasnât present much. And his father was much worse. They simply werenât there. Not then, not now. But Jungkook was there. He was the shoulder you could cry on, the person you could run to, the only person you could fully depend on. Jungkook was always there.Â
Jungkook was very kind-hearted, so innocent and pure. He was never the kind of guy to bring girls home. Talk about sex. You arenât even sure if heâs ever had a girlfriend or even ever had sex for that matter. He even watches his mouth around you. He doesnât cuss and he certainly doesnât act out. Heâs a very good boy, the best and kindest dongsaeng.Â
âThank you, Jungkookie.â You pull him closer, hands wrapping around his solid back, with a sniffle you question. âYouâ youâre hot?âÂ
Jungkook blanks, very confused. Were you realizing your love for him? Is this the way it will happen? Jungkookâs not sure he wants it this way. Not after he just helped you get over another man. He hopes this time for fucking good. He cannot bear hearing about Seojun and his stupid face ever again.Â
âDo you have a fever, Jungkookie? Youâre sweating!â You start to pat him all over, trying to measure his temperature with your hand. âOh no my baby, letâs get you to bed!âÂ
Jungkook nearly awes. You went from having one of your worst days to completely being concerned about his well being. The younger beams in relief, heâs lucky his Noona is clueless. So fucking unaware. Doesnât even realize the sheets are still filled with his filthy release. All thanks to her beauty.
âIâm okay Noona, you should head to bed. Itâs been a long day.â The younger leans in for another hug, a thank you for being so kind.Â
You keep insisting. âBut youâre dripping! You have a fever, Jungkookie!â
Jungkook chuckles with you in his arms. âI worked out before you came home. I didnât have time to shower. I donât have a fever, everythingâs okay. âÂ
You fake a gag. âYuck! Donât even warn me either! Jungkookie, youâre an animal!âÂ
Oh, if only you knew. :)
Jungkook doesnât allow you to slip from his arms, only holding on tighter.
âScared of a little sweat, Noona?â The younger teases with a sly smirk.Â
âWhen it's you, yes. Donât want my dongsaengâs sweat on me.â Jungkook tries to look past the âwhen itâs youâ because what the hell does that mean? Would you like sweat if it came from someone else? Would you touch him if he was someone else? Would you lick it off if the situation was different? Jungkook swats all those thoughts away. He almost popped a boner and he doesnât understand how thatâs even possible after the day heâs had today. He is done for today, but his dick sadly has a mind of its own.Â
âWhatever. Go sleep!â Jungkook unfortunately has to let go which is the worst part, but is surprised when youâre blushing against his still, very bare chest, your smaller hand resting on his abs.Â
âCan⊠can you come sleep with me Jungkookie?â You get so shy Jungkook has to hold back from babying his own Noona.Â
Like music to his fucking ears. Of course, heâll sleep with you. He silently thanks Seojun for being a fucking dumbass. Jungkookâs about to pick up all the pieces he just broke earlier and never, ever give them back.Â
âDonât get all shy on me Noona, of course I will! What type of dongsaeng do you take me for?â Jungkook dramatically in offense holds his chest.Â
âOnly the best, my sweet Jungkookie, but go shower first. You reek.â The younger gasps, feigning offense.Â
âNo I donât!â Jungkook is quick to defend himself, coming close so he could smell his pits. Heâs probably smelled better, but he actually doesnât smell, not that he knows of. If anything heâs surprised his room doesnât reek of that crappy lotion he uses to get himself off. âSee!â
The taller brings you in once more and you push him off hard. âAbsolutely not you maniac! Go shower now!âÂ
âFine!â Jungkook gives up and just as heâs about to retrieve the stuff heâll need for his shower, he asks. âYour room or mine?âÂ
He silently prays you pick your own because he cannot stand the smell of his own room any longer. Plus you still have yet to notice the come on his sheets. Jungkook would be so embarrassed if you saw his soiled bed like this. His Noona deserves nothing but the best. A clean, comfortable environment. His room was probably a safety hazard right now and he wasnât willing to risk the chance for conversation.Â
âMm, mine!â You decide with a pretty smile.
âOkay, Noona. Iâll be there in five. Donât wait up for me.â With one last hug and a kiss at your temple, Jungkook goes off to shower and you retreat to your room.Â
Yes, it was a bit strange. Sleeping with your grown step-sibling and all, but thatâs the bond you and Jungkook had grown. The bond was so strong. You guys did just about everything together and by each otherâs side. There was never anything super strange about that to you.Â
Your friends once commented how it was just a bit weird. The strange relationship you carried with your step-sibling and that maybe you were just slightly a bit too close. That made them uncomfortable.Â
Every time they would come over, Jungkook was just there. Jungkook always came first. They heard it too many times and saw it with their own eyes. When they finally decided to speak to you about it, you freaked saying it was nothing like that! Your relationship was nothing short of platonic, if anything. Jungkook was just your sweet little dongsaeng. Nothing more, nothing less. What was so strange about that?Â
After that, your friends never brought it up ever again. There was no use. You would never see things in the way they would. It still made them uncomfortable from time-to-time, but Jungkook made you so happy so they kept to themselves for your sake.Â
Jungkook rushes while in the shower. He scrapes his body clean and practically flies out the shower. Jungkook knows itâs useless right now, but he applies a bit of his costly cologne. Only because he knows you love it so much, you compliment him every time he wears it. Since then, he has bought at least eight more times because he doesn't go a day without wearing the damn scent. He knows you will likely be dead asleep by the time he gets to climb in bed, but he wants it to stick to his skin and last until tomorrow then you will cling and smell the cologne until your nostrils get used to it.Â
With one last look into the mirror, Jungkook makes it to your room. The younger is obsessed with your room as much as he is with you. Your room smells, tastes, and looks just like you.Â
Every time you arenât home, Jungkook practically lives in your room. The amount of times heâs masturbated in this exact bed. Your sheets are incredibly soft, very pink and the best part is you leave your scent all over them. Jungkook smells and smells your honey-like scent until he grows desperate, then heâll make a mess all over himself, being careful so he doesnât leak into your sheets. However, sometimes heâll catch himself leaking all over your stuffed animals. The younger doesnât even feel bad about it, not one bit. He probably should, heâs disgusting and shameful. For now, Jungkook lives with himself and his rancid thoughts.Â
When Jungkook gets to your room, he finds you already fast asleep, leaving the left side of your bed open for him. The younger salivates when he sees that your blanket isnât covering your body, not at all. Itâs almost like youâre inviting him, the whole world wants him to fail miserably and you clearly donât care about his well-being.Â
By now, Jungkook is used to the way you dress. It kills him inside whenever he watches you walk out the house, perky breasts and that fat juicy ass tempting every walking man alive the minute you step out that front door. When youâre off to bed, you wear these little boy shorts that drive him insane because they cover nothing. Your plump ass falls right out from the stretchy material and Jungkook desperately wishes he could touch and squeeze until his heartâs content, but he would never touch you without your consent. Heâs not an animal!
âKookie?â He hears you slur in your sleep, small grabby hands reaching for him. Jungkook immediately places himself in bed, letting you wrap around his broad, strong figure. Even in the dark, he can see your ass hanging from outside your shorts. You must have gotten hot while waiting for him given that your blanket was nearly kicked down to the floor. Jungkook doesnât care to pick it up.Â
And why would he? Heâll keep you warm now.
Jungkook falls asleep with ease that night. His nostrils breathing that sweet scent and your light calm exhales lull him straight to dreamland, where his dreams consist of a love so precious and extremely forbidden.Â
The next morning, Jungkook wakes up before you, which wasnât usual at all. He was used to finding you up and running bright and early, cooking him breakfast before leaving to work, like you usually did for him.Â
Before he even gets to open his eyes, he feels something push up against his stiff morning wood. Itâs almost like he feels something constantly rocking against him, little-by-little. Jungkook shoves his erection deeper into the pillow-like sensation, chasing the enticingâ irresistible feeling.Â
Jungkookâs hips start moving on their own accord, pushing and thrusting into the soft feeling of clouds. His morning wood grows tenfold when he hears a quiet whimper. He only drives his cock faster and further into that unknown realm, searching for heavenly release. Cock heavy and aching inside his briefs.Â
The younger almost jumps out of the bed when he hears the prettiest moan. Heâs heard this delightful sound before. Only his Noona has the sweetest of sounds. He hates to admit it, but heâs heard these same moans before. And they didnât come from his own doing, but Seojunâs. There were nights Jungkook couldnât catch a wink of sleep because he overheard his step-sister getting fucked for hours on end.Â
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âFuck. Oh my god. Donât stop.â He would throw his pillow over his head and squeeze, praying the fucking ended soon which it probably did because Seojun was disappointing as fuck. Pathetic fucking punk. He prayed for that or that he suffocated himself to death, either was fine for him. As long as his suffering was put to an end.Â
You sounded fucking perfect though. Jungkook could admit that easily. His Noona sure had a filthy mouth on her. Jungkook wanted to plug it with his fat cock. He wishes it was him instead and maybe one day it will. For now, heâll continue dreaming.Â
âYeah? Like that?â Seojun would grunt while Jungkook rolled his eyes until they would hit the back of his head. He couldnât do this anymore. Jungkook knows itâs as easy as bringing it up, but how could he look at his perfect step-sister and say that to her! He simply refuses.Â
âYes, like that. Yes please. Fuck, fuck, fuckâ nghh!â And Jungkook was truly the worst. He could only hold himself back so much!Â
Jungkook rips the drawer open in his room, feeling around for lube, lotion fucking anything that will get his dick wet and when he finally finds it, he squirts a considerable amount and starts fisting his slicken cock. He grows thicker in his own hand. Jungkook wonders how his cock would look if it were your hand instead. He moans just imagining the idea.
âComing.â Seojunâs muffled groans also echoed in his room. He doesnât know how you do it and to be frank, he wishes Seojun would just shut the fuck up and do his job. The younger smirks knowing heâs struggling, leaving you in disappointment. Heâs positive heâs never had his dick wet for more than ten minutes. What a bum! Canât even please his girl.Â
Jungkook hears your moans grow louder. He swears he can hear them ringing in his fucking ears. Like you purposely wanna get caught. Jungkook gets too much into his head because he starts growing desperate, nearly coming all over himself.Â
If the situation was different, Jungkook knows he wouldnât stop fucking you until you were passed out. It was only fair. You needed a real man, someone who could satisfy you without question. He knows he could do it. Fuck being experienced. Why does someone need all this experience if Seojun is proving that even by being a manwhore that doesnât guarantee you a happy sex life or jackshit.Â
Point is, Seojun sucks and Jungkook will imagine itâs him instead of that lame fucker. Heâll imagine itâs him thatâs making you feel all those things, thatâs making you scream into the pillow. Though if it had really been him, Jungkook would snatch that pillow away from your mouth. He would want to hear every single sound that comes from your pouty mouth. Fuck, Jungkook couldnât wait for you to be his and only his.Â
That night, Jungkook came all over his hand, some landing on his face. He wishes you were there to lick it clean.
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Even in his fucking dreams, Jungkook feels like he canât catch a fucking break.Â
His hips still, he doesnât wanna further embarrass himself by humping into his step-sisterâs ass like some horny desperate teenager. Jungkook knew this was a terrible idea, especially considering that heâs had the hardest time keeping his dirtyâ filth of thoughts to himself. Jungkook didnât know how much longer he could live without knowing the taste of that perfect little pussy. How snuggly you would fit around his huge cock. He knows you could take him so well, you were made for him after all.Â
âS okay Jungkookie, âs normal. Noona isnât mad.â The younger pretends to be asleep while he hears you babble in sleep, but you know he isnât and to save his dignity (and yours) you allow it. Jungkook canât help, but to think maybe you wanted it too. Was that crazy?Â
You both fall back to sleep. This time Jungkook gives you a respectful distance so he doesnât commit the same mistake as before and when he wakes up, you act as if nothing happened and Jungkook appreciates that. He had the absolute best Noona, always looking out for her dongsaeng, no matter the situation.Â
As the days pass, you and Jungkook spend a lot of time together. Maybe itâs because you are single again or maybe itâs because you just wanna spend time with your (not so) little step-brother.Â
Jungkookâs the happiest. He no longer has to listen to you talk about Seojun and he gets to spend all the time in the world with you. For some time, he believes things are perfect.Â
Every night, you fall asleep on his chest. Waking up in his arms and Jungkook falls in love harder. Sometimes he steals kisses while you are sleeping. You wouldnât mind, right?Â
He kisses your chubby cheeks, kisses your cute button nose, heâll even kiss your smaller fingers, one-by-one. He has yet to taste those plump lips, but he doesnât doubt they don't taste of flowers and honey.Â
âJungkookie, you think you could fetch me my shoes? I left them near the closet door.â The younger hears you call out to him and being the good step-brother he was, he snatches your shoes up and starts walking away. It seems you forgot something else because Jungkook snaps his eyes to your phone, which starts buzzing with notifications.Â
Jungkook knew your password of course, you didnât hide anything from your baby step-brother and he knows it would be wrong to invade your privacy, but he simply wants to see who it is. Thereâs absolutely no harm in that!Â
The taller snatches up your phone, disconnecting it from the charger and he sees red for a minute.Â
Three missed texts and two missed calls, in bold texts your phone reads, Seojunâ€ïž.
He immediately smashes in your passcode without hesitation and any permission. What he finds is absolutely disgusting. Jungkook feels sick.Â
Seojunâ€ïž: i miss you baby :( been thinking of that pussy canât wait to stuff you full soon
Jungkook goes back to the messages from before, his ears are hot. He doesnât know whether to scream or cry his eyes out.Â
Seojunâ€ïž: coming over
Asshole doesnât even ask for permission, just does what he feels is right and that only riles Jungkook further.Â
Me: donât can't tonight jungkook's home
Good girl, good Noona. He knew he could trust you, if only this asshole understood that you didnât need anyone else and left you alone. Jungkook took care of you just fine. Just you and him. Always.
Seojunâ€ïž: that never stopped us before?Â
Me: jun, please. not tonight.
Seojunâ€ïž: so when? you guys are close again or what? you know how i feel about that guy.Â
Jungkookâs burning inside. He knows how you feel about him? The fuck was his problem. Jungkookâs tempted to smash your fucking phone in pieces. Heâll buy you a new one and it certainly wonât have this assholeâs number.Â
Me: heâs not just some guy. heâs my younger brother. of course we are close. soon. iâll come see you soon.Â
Seojunâ€ïž: step. step-brother.Â
Me: what does that have to do with anything jun? heâs like a little brother to me.Â
Seojunâ€ïž: can he say the same?Â
What. The. Fuck.Â
Jungkook was gonna kill this stupid fuck.Â
Me: donât talk about him that way. talk to you later.Â
Seojunâ€ïž: whatever.Â
Then Jungkook rereads the messages over and over again. Heâs fucking fuming. The younger hears the door before he hears you coming.Â
âJungkook.â Your voice drowns in his ears. He snaps a mean gaze towards you, your phone is in his hands and heâs shaking. âOh Jungkookie⊠I can explain.âÂ
Jungkook throws your phone, landing hard against your bed, it bounces and falls to the floor. You jump in fear, your eyes widen, mouth parting slightly.Â
âDonât. Iâve seen it all.â Your step-brotherâs voice trembles. His voice is cold and rough around the edges. âHow fucking could you Noona?âÂ
You gasp at the sudden use of cuss words. Jungkook doesnât cuss, not in front of you, not ever. He was a good boy, a very good boy.Â
âJungkook, listenââÂ
âShut up!â Jungkook snaps harshly. Those doe-eyes turn violent. âHow could you!âÂ
âH-Heâ we were just testing the waters.â You explain with a pout, your tears already threaten to fall. Jungkook isnât a yeller. He never loses his patience, no matter how upset he could be, but youâve officially cracked him.Â
âTesting the waters?â Jungkook ridicules with a dry laugh, eyes rolling. He couldnât believe his ears.Â
âY-Yes.âÂ
âYouâre back with him.â The younger one says as if itâs a statement. His tone is sharp, dripping of disbelief and hatred. Jungkook scoffs. âI canât fucking believe you, after everything!â
âPuhâ please stop yelling at me.â Jungkookâs eyes soften for a little when he hears your voice shake and eyes dampen with tears.Â
His voice is still rough as he continues to spew the fire. âYou really think he could keep you happy? That he could satisfy you? When will you finally see it, Noona? Heâs fucking pathetic. Loser excuse of a man.âÂ
Your pout grows bigger and you start crying softly, embarrassed that the scolding is coming from someone younger, coming from the one person that should be learning from you. Shamefully, you canât even look him in the eyes, you avoid his sharp gaze and continue crying pretty tears.Â
Jungkook keeps spitting his words at you and you canât bear them much longer. âYou really think he will ever know what is best for you? That he could provide for you? I bet heââ
âAnd you do?!â You yell between your blur of tears, feeling like shit.Â
âI do! I fucking do. Everything I do is for you, for us Noona. Iâm here working my ass off to rebuild you and you let him break you over and over! Arenât you sick of him? Sick of this? Because I am. I fucking am. I hate him and I hate that you let him come between us!â The taller uses his height to his advantage, towering over you while he spews his truth.Â
âFor me? For us?â You speak in disbelief, scoffing and wiping off your tears roughly with your long sleeve. âJungkook, you speak like we are together! This isnât normal. The way you care for me, itâ it isnât normal. You should be getting lost in the lights at your age, dating around. Iâve never seen you even speak to another girl besides me! Itâs strange! Plus, Seojun⊠heâs truly the only one that cares for me. Besides you.âÂ
Jungkook explodes. The taller tugs you towards him, a strong hand on your throat while he squeezes mercilessly. You immediately wrap your hands around his wrists, trying to shove him off, but Jungkookâs much taller, much stronger than you are. Itâs no use, the more you pull, the more he tightens his hold. You struggle to breathe, hiccuping dry tears.Â
âI really tried to do this your way Noona. I tried to be patient and do this at your pace, but youâre fucking clueless. I love you. Donât you see it? Of course I care. Iâve always cared. Iâve loved you since the very first day. I tried to overcome these emotions but the more I denied them, the stronger they became. I let them consume me. Iâve never been more at peace, but I canât stand here and watch you ruin yourself any longer. I canât. You and Seojun are done. Do you understand?â Jungkookâs hand is still on your throat and you just nod desperately, hoping that he lets go some time soon.Â
You should have known, should have seen it coming. People warned you, at least, they tried. You wouldnât listen and refused to believe it (or see it). Jungkook wasnât a bad person, he still isnât. Heâs just confused and young. He doesnât know what heâs talking about. Heâs not in love itâs just fascination, yeah, youâll say that for now because it makes you feel better. Not because you definitely feel something splur in your own (tainted) heart.Â
âGood baby, good. I never wanna see, hear, or know anything about that stupid fuck ever again.â Jungkook loosens his grip a bit and you immediately take a gush of breath. âHeâs not good for you. Never will be. You deserve so much more Noona, isnât that right?âÂ
Between a few tears, you keep nodding.Â
âYeah, only Daddy knows whatâs best for you. Right?â The younger one doesn't even blink when saying the words. For a second, you think about who he is referring to as daddy, but then you realize. This was so fucking wrong, and yet you feel yourself slipping already. Maybe he was right. Whatâs the point of denying it? âOnly I could ever love you the way you deserve to be loved. Uh baby?â
You nod with a muffle cry.Â
âSpeak.â Jungkook orders. âTell Daddy that heâs right. Let me hear it.âÂ
âY-Yes Daddy.â He hears you sweetly comply and even through a blur of tears, you see him smiling down at you.Â
âGood, good girl. Now, give Daddy a kiss baby.â Jungkook leans down and you hesitantly meet him halfway. The kiss is very sweet considering the pressing situation. Jungkook curls his lips around yours like thereâs nothing off or wrong about this situation. He doesnât seem to mind this at all, like heâs been dying to get to do this with you. You donât know whether to be happy about that idea or fall sick to your stomach. Either way, you continue to kiss him.Â
The taller pries your mouth open with his tongue and you allow him access, pouty lips slack. Jungkook sucks and licks into your mouth, greedily tasting the juices on your tongue. His tongue clashes with your messily, spit mixing in the process. It's dirty and filthy. And it is extremely wrong.Â
You feel so guilty because youâre the older one of the two. You should be the one putting a stop to this, but the more his tongue explores your mouth, the more you dip into the darkâ alluring abyss.
âBeen dying to do that.â Jungkook breathes into your lips savoring the taste of your salty tears and cherry chapstick in his mouth. âYou donât know how long Iâve waited.âÂ
You whimper quietly and the younger soothes you in his arms. âW-We shouldnât, Jungkook, not yuâyou.â
His smile wavers for a second. âDonât be scared, Noona. Who else other than me huh? Who can love you like I love you?âÂ
You close your sad eyes to imagine what would have happened if you just came to grab your shoes yourself, wishing you had done that instead. You would have seen your phone and picked up the call instead. This was so wrong. With a deep sigh, you let the darkness consume you too.Â
âI love you, Noona.â Jungkook whispers, his eyes awfully speaking the truth.Â
âI-I love you too.â The taller smiles and kisses you once again, this time you donât even fight it. You donât hesitate. You take time to enjoy the feel of his lips moving passionately against yours and let yourself be loved. For once, you feel loved and thatâs enough for you.
Jungkook takes your cheeks in his calloused hands and starts kissing everywhere. Leaving his trace all over your face. He kisses your nose, your forehead, your lips again. Jungkook brings his nose across your jaw, leaving little pecks here and there. When he reaches your neck, he starts licking and sucking every inch of sensitive skin, hoping to leave his marks behind.
The younger is satisfied when he sees the dark spots heâs left to beautifully decorate your skin.Â
âOpen.â He taps two fingers against your mouth, wrapping his other hand around your neck and you slightly slack your jaw on command. Jungkook shoves those two fingers into your mouth, pushing them down against your wet compliant tongue. He watches you struggle to take them further, gagging a few times around his sloppy fingers. Jungkook was right, you look so fucking good when something is fucking your mouth. âSo good for Daddy.âÂ
Whining against his fingers, Jungkook pulls them out. Cock already feeling tight and heavy inside his pants. He couldnât wait to get out of these and you werenât doing any better. You could feel slick start to dampen your panties.
âSo pretty, Noona. The prettiest.â Jungkook starts to kiss you again. It starts off a bit slow, but thereâs hunger in the way he looks at you. Heâs waited so long for this moment, he doesnât wanna hold back any longer. The younger wants to let it all go tonight. Itâs only right. Thereâs no more hiding, no more secrets. Jungkook was gonna claim what was so rightfully his.Â
âJ-Jungkookie, maybe we shouldââ The taller licks into your mouth before you can continue and you grow really desperate, feet shuffling from nerves. You need to stop this before it gets any further, before it gets to the point of no return. âWuh-we should s-stop.â
Jungkook ignores you. He sucks and bites your bottom lip into his mouth and youâre starting to lose sense of everything so quickly. Suddenly, Jungkookâs hand is at your throat again, but he doesnât squeeze it. He just holds it, kisses around your face with gentle movements. âYou have the nerve for sure Noona, donât you think you owe me an apology. Huh baby?â
âIâ Iâm sorry.â Jungkook would be lying if he said it didnât turn him on the way you quickly adapted and complied.Â
He shakes his head, squishing your cute cheeks together, tempted to kiss them both and he does after heâs done speaking. âThat simply wonât do. Think thatâs enough for everything youâve done to Daddy? For all the hurt you caused? Get on your knees baby.âÂ
And what else can you do, but drop on your fragile knees. The second your knees hit the hard, cold floor, you whimper in pain.Â
âHurts? Here, my love.â Jungkook awes with empathic doe-eyes, without hesitation he reaches for one of your softest pillows and places it down below your knees, helping you onto the comfortable cushion. âBetter?âÂ
It is shocking and not at the same time, how quickly Jungkook seems to be okay and fine with this whole thing. If itâs true that heâs been dying to do this for years then in a fucked up way, it kinda makes sense, but it doesnât change the fact that you guys are family, on paper and in every way that it matters. Your parents are married for fuckâs sake.Â
âYes.â You simply respond and Jungkook smiles contentedly.Â
âYes what?â He asks, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
You hesitate, but end up giving in. Does it even really matter anymore? The deed had been done. You fucked yourself over the second you let him take control of the situation. Jungkook owns you. âYes Daddy.â
Jungkook towers over you, thick muscular thighs stand tall before you. He hums satisfied with your response. âOpen up wide for Daddy.â
The taller has quick hands on his belt, snatching it off himself. Then he pulls his jeans down and tosses them aside without care. He keeps his briefs on for now. Jungkook needs to have you work for it, just a bit. Itâs his right after all.Â
âPull my dick out.â He rasply orders and you gulp at the sight. Heâs packing, you canât even see it yet, but you are sure the real thing is not much different. Your hands shake as they come up to the waistband of his boxers. Youâre about to see your baby step-brotherâs cock and you donât even seem bothered enough to care.Â
Carefully, you pull them down slowly, revealing inch-by-inch. The tip of his dick pops out first, his slit already dripping pre-come. You practically salviate, gums aching to feel the weight of it on your tongue. Jungkook swears he might fucking burst all over your face before he even gets to stick it in. Though he hates Seojunâs guts, he kinda gets it now. Your soft touch on his sensitive girth nearly makes him shiver.Â
To be fair, it is Jungkookâs first time! Heâs never, ever done this before. He saved himself for the only person that deserved to have him. It was easy for him actually. There was not a damn person that made or could ever make him question his choice. He knew from the very beginning, it was you or no one else.Â
Jungkook would be lying if he said he wasnât a bit terrified. He doesnât wanna ruin this whole thing, heâs seen plenty of videos online, mainly through Twitter courtesy of Taehyung. Jungkook is extremely grateful. Seriously, he doesnât know what he would have done without him. He doesnât trust much people, but when he confessed at his grown age of twenty-two that he was still a virgin during a night of mixed drinks, Taehyung simply brushed it off and told him there was nothing wrong about that!Â
Taehyung understood him to some degree. Sex is an intimate experience and you should only ever share it with the people who you truly love, but he was a manslut, through-and-through, so he couldnât comprehend how Jungkook has lived so long without it. Major respect and props to him, but Taehyung could fucking never.Â
Either way, Taehyung would send clips here and there as pointers to what some people could possibly like and enjoy during sex. Jungkook took plenty of mental notes, he was beyond ready. He shouldnât be this nervous, but now that he has you right where he wants you, heâs shaking inside. He doesnât know how sex workers do this on the regular.Â
Finally, his dick is out, the whole nine-inch monster and you donât even have the ability to face him anymore. His cock weighs heavy on your smaller hand. Itâs the perfect fit, Jungkook thinks.Â
With a shallow swallow, Jungkook tugs your head toward it. His tip leaks a bit and Jungkook hopes you donât notice that he has no clue what heâs doing. After watching porn for so long, he can only hope that everything heâs doing so far is pleasurable for you both.Â
âLick it.â He says, voice rough and you do as told.Â
Cautiously, your pink tongue slips out and experimentally starts licking. The second your moist tongue is on his cock, Jungkookâs guttural moan escapes his throat.Â
This was gonna be much harder than he thought, but Jungkookâs been practicing. Jungkook is determined to last longer than any other fuck youâve ever had. Heâs determined to be the best and show you exactly what youâve been missing, wasting all that time on stupid fucks that could never please and love you the way he could.Â
âOpen wider baby, yeah just like that.â Along with the tip of his cock, Jungkook shoves his thumb inside. Your mouth is so wet and warm, taking him exactly how he imagined you would. The younger wonders how much more you could take.Â
âGonna fuck your mouth now.â With one last warning, Jungkook plants his feet firmly and thrusts himself deep, causing you to gag so prettily around him when the tip hits the back of your throat.Â
Clearly, you arenât used to taking so much cock at once, Jungkook supposes he could go easier on you. But do you really deserve that from him?Â
Jungkook doesnât think so.Â
So he fucks into your mouth harder and faster, his thumbs cleaning the tears that run down your face. Jungkook doesnât hold back any sounds, he moans roughly when you suck a bit harder on it like you want it to hurt him. Good thing Jungkook likes the pain. Itâs why he tatted himself so many times. Jungkook embraces everything, even punishing pain.Â
âEasy with your teeth baby, donât wanna hurt Daddy, do we?â The younger is a bit taken back when he sees you nod furiously, mouth full of cock, struggling while taking him deeper. God, you truly do look the best this way. âOh? How will Daddy fuck you then silly?âÂ
You whine muffles with his girth down your throat, secretly rolling your hips on the pillow, rubbing friction against your clothed sex.Â
âHuh? Whatâd you say?â Jungkook teases as he continues to brutally fuck your sloppy mouth, spit leaking down your chin. âI canât understand you. Sorry!â
But heâs not sorry, not one bit! He practically eats you alive with his eyes, feeling the heat start to form in his stomach. Jungkookâs ready to come.Â
He forces you to deepthroat him with a ruthless thrust, pushing your head down on his length, as far as you could go. Jungkook doesnât dare let go until your eyes water beyond control and he doesnât hear you breathe through your nose. When he releases the tight grip on your head, you are desperately breathing heavily, coughing spit.
âPuhâPlease.â Your voice breaks. Jungkook looks down and almost feels bad, you look a mess. Pretty little mess. âN-No more.âÂ
He considers it, but he wonât let you go that easy. âMake me come, then you can beg for mercy after.â
Even after all this, Jungkookâs words surprise you. How? How was it fucking possible? For so long, you believed Jungkook was a certain person, a kind-hearted, romantic sweetheart. In a way, he still is. Jungkook truly believes that this was meant for him. That his whole purpose was to be yours. He never showed this side of himself ever and maybe thatâs why it terrifies you. How much is he capable of and how much are you willing to give up for him?Â
Jungkook throws his head back and moans loudly when you start sucking with purpose, your intentions set clear. Heâll come within seconds if you continue like this.Â
You donât let up. If he wants to come, he will. You suck down hard, taking his cock as far as your throat allows. Thereâs no need to lie, Jungkook tastes and even smells amazing down there. Youâve always known heâs been a clean freak, but he really does take care of himself well.Â
Gargling him down, Jungkook starts to whine and slow down his pace, but you continue your menacing behavior, sucking him off the way you imagined he would like it. And Jungkook starts seeing stars. He knows that after this, heâll never want to not do this. This was much, much better than fisting his own cock. Youâve completely ruined him.Â
âIâ Iâm gonna come.â Jungkook says and almost immediately comes, bursting his release inside your mouth. âSwallow it.âÂ
Thereâs no doubt that you wonât. You continue sucking until heâs completely empty and swallow him down.Â
Jungkookâs eyes are unrecognizable. Not that he looks any different besides his fucked out state, but they are so sharp and dangerously sexy. âShow me.âÂ
You stick your tongue out as far as you can and show him how nicely youâve cleaned up after him, Jungkook could come again.Â
Once heâs satisfied, his rough voice booms. âCome here.âÂ
You stand on two feet, your cunt is surely dripping because you feel your panties sticking to your folds. Jungkook doesnât hesitate to take you back in his mouth, not bothered one bit about the fact that you just swallowed his semen. He licks into your mouth like heâs famished, tasting himself on your tongue. Jungkook doesnât know how he will survive without this now.Â
âLie down. On your stomach.â Even though youâve pretty much gone as far as you can with this, you still hesitate. Maybe it's your guilt or maybe itâs because you are liking this much more than you should, that you still comply even when you shouldnât.Â
Your pillow gets left and forgotten where it currently sits and you lay down, stomach pressing into the mattress. Jungkook pats your head and you nearly purr.Â
âLift yourself up baby.â Jungkookâs so fucking hard still, he doesnât get how this is possible. Staring at your perfect petite figure, he starts to get it. âGonna take these off now.âÂ
Jungkook slowly tugs on your shorts and you shake your head, stopping him once again, your hand flies to his wrist. âN-No.â
âDonât make me tie your hands Noona, be good for me pretty.â And once again, Jungkook wins. You donât see yourself winning any time soon. âGonna undress you now, keep those precious hands away from me for now.âÂ
Repeating his actions from earlier, Jungkook pulls down your shorts and your ass falls right from out the lousy material.Â
âFuck.â Jungkook curses, taking in the view as you whimper softly. Your ass is even better, almost bare, your fat pussy peeks through your thin panties. He runs his finger along where your slit should be, feeling your slick dampen his fingertip over the fabric, moaning quietly. The large wet spot on your soiled panties, told him all he needed to know, you wanted this just as much as he did.Â
With his index finger, he curls his finger along your waistband and brings your panties off as well and the sight doesnât disappoint. Jungkook licks his dry lips and starts to get to work.Â
The younger spreads your folds into a âVâ and sticks his nose so far into your glistening cunt without warning. Jungkook starts to eat you out like never before and you crumble, moaning and squealing against the feeling of his perfect lips munching on your dripping pussy.Â
The taller doesnât let you get any further, heavy-hand on your hip while he keeps you in place. He slurps your sweet slick into his mouth, swallowing down every drop greedily without any fucking plans on stopping soon. Jungkook has found his purpose.
Jungkook was made to eat your fat juicy pussy. There wasnât anything better than this. Not even the blowjob felt as good as this is making him feel. Jungkook knows that it has nothing to do with your skills or anything of the sort, but because he loves the way you push and pull away from him. The more you run, the more he feels like chasing. Heâs addicted to the strangled sounds that escape your lips, crying out loudly against your will. It was perfect!Â
You squeal when you feel him suckle on your sensitive bud, playing with it between his teeth. Heâs almost tempted to bite, but heâs hurt his baby enough. âS good Noona, tastes like candy.âÂ
His words vibrate inside your cunt and you already feel your climax coming in heavy. He was gonna drive you insane!Â
âPlease⊠oh my god. Please. I canât.â You swear you feel Jungkook smiling even as heâs eating you out, nose deep inside your cute little cunt. Guess that answers his question, you are definitely enjoying yourself way more than you should.Â
âYou can baby, you fucking will.â He nearly growls into your folds, licking and eating everything he could swallow like a madman. Jungkook didnât wanna stop until you had nothing more to give, until your pussy stopped oozing out that sweet essence. But it seems the more he licks, the more that squirts out!Â
Jungkook doesnât mind though, not at all, not even one bit. Heâll eat your pussy until it kills him.Â
âOhhhh, nhmmm fuck. I- Daddy, Iâm cominggg.â He hears your fucked out slur and sucks harder on your clit, lapping at all the juices that kept drizzling down. Heâs surprised to hear you call him Daddy, he didnât ask you to, but you were so good for him either way. Jungkook didnât need to ask anymore, you were so far gone to care about anything else when his tongue kept slipping inside your messy hole.Â
âCome on my tongue baby. Come for Daddy.â With a strangled cry you come and Jungkook feels the second you explode, because your pussy almost flushes out everything it can give him. He sucks it all up though and doesnât stop until he feels you trembling under his touch, barely holding up. âGood, so good for me baby. God, I love you.âÂ
Jungkook tosses his shirt aside because heâs grown super hot and looks down at your fucked out figure. All he did was eat pussy, imagine what else he could do with that humongous monster cock he drags around.Â
He didnât fail to notice how pretty your tiny hole was from behind, both of them. Jungkook wanted to eat your ass too, but maybe that was for another time, when he gets the pleasure to focus on one at a time.Â
âTurn around for me baby.â The younger one softly speaks.Â
Thereâs a bit of a struggle, but you land on your back successfully and whine when you see his bare figure. Jungkookâs worked his ass off to get it. Heâs so strong and shredded, but nonetheless, the sight of his sculpted body makes you drool nearly every time.Â
âGonna put it in now.â The way he says it throws you off, he seems a bit embarrassed, shy maybe? And it doesnât make sense because not even seconds ago, the younger was so confident about every little thing he was doing to you, ruining you entirely for anyone else.Â
âW-Wait.â You rush, pushing your hand against his chest. Jungkook freezes in place, his hand already wrapped around his cock. âCondom?âÂ
And like that, he snaps again, those once innocent doe-eyes turn dark again and you regret even reminding him. âWe wonât be needing that silly Noona, Iâm gonna fuck a baby into you and youâre gonna be the perfect Mommy. Wonât you?âÂ
You wanna shake your head so bad, your mind is screaming at you to say no, to fucking stop him before itâs too fucking late, but your body speaks for you. Your pussy keeps leaking your arousal and you canât believe your reality. You want it so bad, you donât really care what comes with the consequences of your actions. If your step-brother wants a baby, well thenâŠÂ
âIsnât that right Noona? Youâll be the perfect Mommy.â Jungkookâs voice sounds sinister and you can barely recognize the person he is. âDaddy will take care of you both. Donât you want that? Huh my love?âÂ
With sick, deranged thoughts in your head, you slowly nod in agreement and Jungkook scrunches his nose into a sweet, kind smile. âOf course you do. You're the best Noona. Gonna fuck you now okay?âÂ
You nod again. This time, you pry your legs open for him. Letting him use you the way he wants and needs. Jungkook licks his lips and takes his heavy cock in hand. Before he lines it up, he spits perfectly along his length, coating his dick all around so it could slide in without further complications and then he pushes the tip inside.Â
The minute you feel the intrusion, just the fucking tip, you gasp loudly, trembling into his surprisingly gentle touch.Â
âC-Canât. Wonât fuâfit.â You say breaking between whimpers.
Jungkookâs gaze is dark and heavy on you and he gets right into your face when he whispers the next words. âOh but you will. You already did.âÂ
Just as you are about to question him, in one powerful blow, Jungkook thrusts himself all the way inside your tight velvety-walls and you run away from his hold.Â
And like always, thereâs no point. Before you realize it, Jungkookâs pulling out and ramming back inside you. Doesnât even seem bothered by the painful whines coming from your lips, his eyes are too focused on the way his cock disappears into your perfect pussy.Â
There was no better way to lose his virginity, Jungkook thought. This was exactly what heâs been fucking missing all his life.Â
The pain simmers eventually and it starts to feel overwhelmingly good. Your pained whimpers turn into high-pitched cries and Jungkook sticks his face into your neck, moaning roughly against your ear while he continues to work his way into your walls.Â
Jungkook will never, absolutely never, go back to his fists. The heat, natural slick, and tightness. His fists donât even come close.Â
Skin is clapping on skin, brutally setting a rapid pace. His dick is so sensitive right now, heâs surprised heâs even lasted this long. Jungkook doesnât even know how fucking long itâs been. Or if your guy's parents will come home soon. He doesnât even give a fuck. You are his.Â
His to fuck. His to play with. And his to love.Â
âGonna come so deep inside this pussy. Gonna make sure you end up swollen and pregnant once Iâm done with you. Noonaâs so tight.â He breathes heavily into your neck, sweat dripping from the younger.Â
His words start to rile you up for some reason. Do you even get a fucking choice? The dicking is almost that good you let yourself fall for a few seconds, allowing Jungkook to fuck into you like some fuck-doll.Â
Without thinking, you reach for his fluff of sweaty hair and tug. Hard. When he comes up to question you, you slap him so hard that his face snaps towards that direction.Â
Jungkookâs merciless pounding stills.Â
For a moment, all you hear is heavy breathing, yours mixed with his. It takes Jungkook a while to look back at you and when you do dare look into his eyes, all you see is dark, dark lust. Lots of it.Â
Jungkook pulls you in roughly from your throat for a bruising wet kiss. His cock slips from inside you and you whine into his mouth at the loss. You already want him back inside, you took it for granted.Â
The taller chuckles dryly, almost too sexy for his own good when he catches you grinding your folds desperately against his wet length. âBaby already misses Daddyâs dick. This is how itâs gonna be huh? Okay. Iâll play by your rules baby, donât fucking say I didnât warn you.â
You donât even get the chance to catch your breath when you are already pressed face down into the mattress. Jungkook parts your fat ass, slides his cock between them and teases your sweet little hole menacingly.Â
Jungkook slaps his cock down a few times, the whole nine inches, right onto your dripping folds. They practically were screaming for attention and not to worry, Daddy was home. Slick would stick to his cock, maybe he should make you lick him clean.Â
âWhy?â The younger one hears you crying softly.Â
âWeâve been over this Noona, only Iâll ever love you how you deserve to be loved. Stop worrying so much. Want you to come on Daddyâs cock. Weâll talk after mâkay?â Jungkook reasons and stabilizes the situation like if you have any choice in this and as if this wasnât absolutely sick. âLet me take care of you Noona.âÂ
The choice was made before you even realized it.Â
âOkay⊠but donâtïżœïżœïżœ donât come inside Jungkook. Iâm not on birth control.â Seojun would always make use of a condom, you forgoing those hormonal-consuming pills. You donât get to see this, but the younger one smiles wide like if you just gave him the green light. What you donât know doesnât harm you. One day, Jungkook thinks.Â
âOkay Noona, whatever you say.â Jungkook spits on his cock one last time before he carefully pushes back inside. The prodding feeling still leaves you in between sharp gasps and painful whines, ripping right through you.Â
âOh my god⊠Jungkook- too big.â You grab your closest pillow nearly tearing through the thin fabric, using it to have something to tug and bite on.Â
âYeahhh, but Noona takes it so well.â Jungkook moans when he feels you squeeze hard around him, basically watching your asshole wink at him too. âFuck baby, maybe I should fuck this tiny hole too.âÂ
You whimper when you feel his thumb brushing against the fluttering muscle, back arching into the frail sensation. âMffâno please, Iâve n-never done it. Please.â
âOkay. Not today baby.â Not today or ever again you hope. You pray that whatever is happening today starts and ends today, but for now, you settle for that answer.Â
But the second Jungkookâs thumb leaves your delicate asshole, he grips onto the fat of your ass cheeks and starts mounting you from behind like an animal. The stretch still burns, not used to taking so much at once, but he can tell when it starts feeling equally as good for you because you squirm on his cock like a worm. He watches you pull away from him, but heâs gripping you hard, feeling that ass bounce back on him. Jungkook curses when he hears you start moaning into your pillows.Â
âNu-uh, wanna hear it.â He pulls you by your throat, your back flushing against his sweaty rising chest. In this position, heâs reaching deeper inside your cunt, g-spot being constantly abused.Â
âFuck-k-k, oh fuck ânghh.â Jungkook practically soaks in every noise that comes from your mouth, hips clapping hard into your ass. He takes the time to enjoy this, squeezing the fat that jiggles. Maybe heâll convince you next time to let him fuck your tight ass. After all, he knows Noona could never say no to her sweetest dongsaeng.
The younger sucks more hickeys onto your skin, anywhere that he can really. Jungkook sucks one on the side of your neck, shoulder, and your back. Heâs obsessed. Tomorrow he shall do the exact same thing, heâll keep you on his cock forever now that he knows what it is like. Taehyung was so right. Sex was amazing.Â
âLet me hear you Noona, think Iâll come just like this.â Jungkook moans roughly in your ear as he continues to pump your walls full of cock, pussy dripping buckets around his length.Â
You let out moans like water, feeling his dick destroy your insides, he must have rearranged your guts by now. âThinkâthink mâ gonna come Daddy.âÂ
Jungkook smirks, grabbing your chin roughly and kisses you sloppily, including tongue and all. He loves the sound of his name and title from your pouty, gasping mouth. âFucked you so good baby doesnât know if sheâs coming or not. Daddyâs the best, isnât he?â
âYeâyeah Daddy.â You slur in a trippy haze and just like that, youâre dropped into the sheets again, and flipped with ease in his hold. Jungkookâs dick surprisingly doesnât even slip out and you donât know if you moaned again because of the feeling of his dick impaling your pelvic walls or because he can toss you around like some rag doll and have his way with you. Daddyâs the strongest.Â
Either way your moans are like sin, high pitched whimpers and incoherent mumbles coming from your plump lips like hushed prayers. âGonna come Daddy, âm gonna come âs hard.âÂ
âItâs okay baby. Come on Daddyâs cock. I got you.â Jungkook goes feral when he sees the way you practically convulsate on his dick, squirting all over yourself. Heâs only ever seen this on those shitty videos Taehyung sends him and he warned him that it wasn't an easy thing to do, not unless done right and when the other person is really into it. Jungkookâs flying over the moon right now knowing that heâs the reason why you canât help, but squirt messily all over his cock. âPerfect. Noonaâs perfect.â
The taller grips your thighs for support, fucking you through your intense orgasm until your inner thighs are all covered in your silky juices, being pounded into overestimation. Jungkook is really close himself and he knows nothing would compare to coming deep inside your walls, but he should respect his Noonaâs wishes, at least this once.Â
âWhere should I come baby? Huh? Tell me.â Sweat accumulates on his forehead, dripping loads of it. Jungkookâs thighs burn from the same constant movement, practically bunny jackhammering into your pussy. He never imagined such a practice could be so tiring, he doesnât even have to go work out tonight!Â
By this point, you are in and out of consciousness. Jungkook hasnât stopped splitting you in two, your aching everywhere, but the feeling is mind-blowing. Not even Seojun could make you feel this good, not anyone.Â
You were in doubt. Jungkook had to have been experienced by the way he fucked. Thereâs not enough stamina to fuck the way he does. Jungkookâs a beast and he fucks like one too, using your cunt like a toy he can stick his dick into. Your pussy is stretched in ways unknown to man, perfectly molding around his cock, squeezing him in all the right ways. The more you feel his cock pressing into your pelvic floor, the more you start to realize, Jungkook belongs right here. Where he has been.
âTell me baby. Want Daddy to come all over your pussy, give you a little facial? Tell meâ fuck!â Jungkookâs pants grow hot and heavy, his orgasm approaching him hard. His cock is sensitive to the max, but he doesnât stop, fucking you relentlessly through it all.Â
Another realization hits within that moment. Itâs already gone to the point of no return. Youâve sucked your baby step-brother off and let him drop his seed in your mouth. Heâs kissed and licked every part of your pussy, like any good boy would. Youâve let your dongsaeng use your most intimate parts for his own personal pleasure and the worst part is youâve actually enjoyed it all. Selfishly, you decide heâs the only one that could ever be right for you. Jungkook had been right all along, he was made for you.Â
âInside Daddy, wanâ you inside.â Jungkookâs hips freeze as he hears you plead so prettily, tears streaming down your flushed face. God, he almost busts the moment he hears your honey-like voice begging for his release. âPlease Daddy. Come inside muhâ Noonaâs pussy.âÂ
âYeah, want me inside baby?â He goes back to thrusting, but this time itâs slower, more precise and spot-on, deeper. Youâve completely lost awareness of time as well and maybe a sense of who you were to him. Jungkook fucking you senseless and watching you fall deeper into the heat of haze with no remorse or regret. After this, there was no more to discuss, you were completely his.Â
âYeahâ yeah wan it Daddy. Want it.â Jungkook happily complies, knowing you would come around if he just fucked you good enough to forget that you were off that horrid pill and that he could plant his ssed in your fertile little pussy and give you his child to bear.Â
His brows furrow as he concentrates on the mess between your legs, itâs beautiful and all his fucking fault. He wants to bury his head into it, but first, heâll come deep inside that swollen pussy and finish you off. Jungkook takes a moment to adjust and starts jackhammering your cunt again, this time his only purpose is to plant his seed as deep as it can go, claiming even the most sacred parts. Birth control be fucked!Â
Jungkookâs thrust grow sloppy by the minute and you donât know how much longer you can take until heâs fucked you completely faint. Mouth starting to feel parched, Jungkook attaches his lips to yours, kissing you through rough strokes. He devours your lips like honey and feels you start to clench around him again. He feels a little gash of juices trinkle along his slit and Jungkook realizes heâs made you come again by the way your walls clench around his cock.Â
âFuck baby, Daddyâs gonna come inside now.â All you can do is nod between blacking out, not wanting to waste his precious, healthy come.Â
With one last growl, Jungkookâs coming deep. The last thing you remember is the heavy weight of Jungkookâs cock twitching and releasing the milky substance across your plushy warm inviting walls.
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âHey honey, how was work today?â Your voice is soft and light as petals while you watch the food come to a boil on the stove, whisking it around and adding a bit more salt for taste while you wait for your husbandâs response.
âFine baby. Had a long meeting with one of our staff members about missing numbers, but the problem was taken care of.â Your husbandâs voice is manly and smooth all around, almost husky-like. He goes to kiss your delicate cheek, watching your eyes flutter as he wraps hulky arms around you, bringing your back flush to his front. âHope you havenât been on your feet all day, my love. You should be resting, my love.â
You smile at your caring husband, enjoying his musky scent and broad body. âOf course not babe, Iâm almost done with the stew. Help me grab a bowl?âÂ
âMm.â Your husband hums and retreats to grab a bowl from a cabinet that is far too high for your reach with a quick pat to your ass, giving it a quick squeeze. âThis one okay baby?âÂ
âYeah!âÂ
The taller comes back with the empty bowl and you are quick to serve the steamy stew into the dish, always making sure your husband comes home to a warm homemade meal after his long days at work. He watches you from afar admiring the beauty and power his precious wife holds.Â
You barely had time to pamper yourself today, but you managed to clean up well. Your hair was in a beautiful half-up half-down pony with the cutest white bow attached. Your makeup was perfect, a little bit of everything to fix the small imperfections you saw in the mirror earlier. And the most perfect little flowy dress with flowers decorating the material to fit your current body shape. You were absolutely perfect. An angel drawn to Earth.Â
âYouâre so beautiful baby.â Jungkook whispers into your ear, tickling your neck with his cool breath. âSmell so good.âÂ
âThatâs the food.â You both laugh a bit, a hand cupping your swollen stomach pressing himself against your back-end yet again. The feeling was alike anything. He was starting a whole new life alongside the center of his entire world. Jungkook was the happiest he could ever be.Â
âNu-uh, thatâs all you. Although, the food does smell impeccable. My tastebuds are craving for something else. Canât wait to eat youââ
âStop!â Jungkook laughs as you wack his hands away from your belly and continue to serve his bowl full.Â
âOkay, okay.â Jungkook takes his bowl and waits for you at the dining table, you follow closely behind and sit beside him. âThank you, Noona.â
You donât get to hear that word often these days, mainly because it reminds you both of your previous relationship, but the younger one lets it slip from time-to-time, still as sweet as before, always by your side and doing his absolute best to please and look after you and the new addition.Â
Coming from a broken family, Jungkook never imagined a life could be so simple and beautiful. Lately, Jungkookâs life is like a movie. He canât believe this all belongs to him, what more can a man ask for. He has the kindest, most beautiful wife and she bears his healthy infant in her huge pregnant tummy. He owns a huge house, working his ass off to get it and established himself pretty early in his career, buying his wife only the best of things. Jungkook settled only for the best and he found that besides you, a true happily ever after, if you will.Â
The rest is simply history, unimportant through your eyes. The only thing that mattered now is that you were both happy and extremely loved.Â
The end!
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fire - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 1367 (whoops)
There were few things Regulus Black valued more than sleep. Perhaps reading. Or music. Or a nice dark roast coffee. But either way, sleep was of the utmost importance. He was even more prickly than normal without at least eight hours of it, and miserable as well, so he always prioritized getting his rest.
Which is why he was ready to kill everyone in his path when the fire alarm was pulled at 2:47 am on a Tuesday night in his university dorm, and he was forced to evacuate into the parking lot.
Not only was the whole thing infuriating, but to make matters worse, it was also freezing outside. The September air was chilling him to his bones, and he could feel his body screaming for shut-eye. It was his definition of hell.
As he stood shivering, a tall, dark-haired, tan-skinned, hazel-eyed boy walked up to him and offered him his coat with the most obnoxiously beautiful grin heâd ever seen.
Too cold to play stupid games, he just hissed, âFuck off,â and turned away.
As soon as they were all allowed back inside, Regulus curled under his blanket and fell asleep, keen to put the whole miserable experience behind him.
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No such luck.
It took one week before the alarm went off again. This time at 1:19am on a Thursday, he found himself trudging down the stairs and into the cold, cursing himself for once again being too sleepy to remember a coat.
So furious that he was about to scream, he didnât see the same boy walk up to him right away, until he felt a tap on his shoulder.Â
âI brought you an extra,â the boy grinned, making Regulusâs frozen knees melt as he offered him the jacket.
âDo you make a habit of giving your clothing to strangers?â he bit out, giving in and grabbing the offending garment, immediately throwing it over his shoulders. He figured if he was going to be harassed, he might as well be warm while it happened.
âOnly the pretty ones,â the boy said with a wink, walking off and leaving Regulus both pissed off and flustered.
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The third time happened only three days after the second, and Regulus bit back a scream when the alarm roused him from his slumber. At this point, it felt like a pattern, and he was at least smart enough to grab the oversized, frayed, horrifyingly maroon, disgustingly warm jacket heâd thrown over his desk chair three days ago.
He was only outside for a few minutes before the boy walked up to him again, looking completely comfortable in the frigid night.
âSo, do I get to know your name?â he asked, sending Regulus the same stunning smile.
Frowning, at both his current whereabouts and the way his stomach flip-flopped, Regulus scoffed. âI donât know yours.â
âJames,â he answered easily, kicking at a random rock on the pavement. âNow, Iâve given you two things. It makes sense that you should give me one, yeah? Only fair.â And he batted his long eyelashes, making Regulus nearly choke on his spit.
He pretended to ponder for a moment, getting ahold of himself, before rolling his eyes. âNo,â he said shortly. And he walked off.
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âWhat about your major, then?â
Ten days. It took ten days before the alarm was pulled again, and the school had started sending out cryptic notices threatening consequences for the party responsible. But still, Regulus was here, in the parking lot in the middle of the night, sending a death glare at James.
âWhy does it matter?â he asked with a huff.
âBecause people tend to care about their majors,â the taller boy shrugged. âAnd I want to know what you care about. Mineâs education, by the way.â
Education. It fit, strangely. Jamesâs sunshiny disposition warmed the surrounding air even during the cold night, and his smile seemed like the type of thing that would put kids at-ease.
Regulus sighed, giving in. âEnglish. With a minor in creative writing,â he mumbled, looking down.
âHmm. That suits you,â James replied vaguely, smiling. What the hell was that supposed to mean? âAnd your name?â
He thought about it for a moment, but at this point, it almost felt like he would be giving in to some sort of weird, unspoken battle if he shared his name. And he had to admit, talking with James passed the time during these stupid evacuations. âNo,â he answered, sending the boy a smirk, heart skipping a beat at his own nerve, and turning to find someone else to speak with.
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It became a game. Every time the alarm was pulled, James found him. He asked him questions, and Regulus answered every one, shocked at the way James listened. It was actually nice to talk to someone who seemed genuinely interested. He hadnât made a lot of friends on campus, yet, and James feltâŠsafe. But every time James asked his name, he refused, grinning as much as James did, before sauntering away.
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One cold night in November, though, he couldnât sleep. Stress about classes had his mind going wild, and anxious energy flooded his body. So, he decided to take a walk through the dorm, to clear his head. He drifted through the floors and halls, no destination in mind, when he happened across one of the more-quiet areas of the building. This area happened to have a fire alarm in a dark corner of the hall, almost hidden in shadows. It was as he turned a corner to this spot that Regulus saw a hooded figure slowly approach the alarm, arm outstretched, intentions clear.Â
Eyes wide, Regulus watched as the figure pulled the latch and began to run, turning and smacking right into Regulus.
âOuch!â He cried out, nearly falling over.
âFuck!â The person yelled, losing their balance as well.
And then the hood fell. And Regulus would have recognized those hazel eyes and that beautiful hair anywhere.
âJames!?!â
The other boy looked terrified, mouth open, his body frozen in place. He uttered a few syllables as if he was trying to form words, but no sound came out. Scoffing, Regulus grabbed his hand and led him down some nearby stairs and out the emergency exit, alarm still blaring overhead.
When they got into the quiet, freezing air, he turned to the taller boy. âIt was you?â he hissed, resisting the urge to slap him across the shoulder. The amount of sleep heâd lost in the past two months was abhorrent. âWhy?â
James grimaced. âWellâŠthe first two times, it wasnât! But, yâknow, the first time you didnât have a coatâŠâ
âI remember,â Regulus frowned, rolling his eyes.
âYeah. AndâŠI couldnât stop thinking about you. So the second time, I justâŠgrabbed my old one. And when you took it and you looked soâŠâ James gestured to Regulus, eyes wide, cheeks pink. Regulus blinked, trying to understand. Was James saying he looked good in his jacket? ââŠI couldnât stop thinking about you, so I justâŠâ
Regulus gaped. âYouâve been pulling the fire alarm to see me?â
âIt was only supposed to be a one-time thing! Just to get your name!â James defended himself, looking almost scared. âI didnât know how to find you, and I justâŠ.you have to understand, youâre fucking stunning, you know?â
Blushing furiously, Regulus sputtered, âThatâsâŠwell, thatâs notâŠâ
âBut then you wouldnât tell me your name! So I had to keep pulling it, you know?â James explained, a desperate look on his face. Like it obviously made sense why heâd been breaking the law for two months. â...Just until I found out.â
He blinked several times before biting his lip. Nobody had ever gone to such lengths to get to know him before. It was stupid, and risky, and idiotic, and so damn romantic.
âMy name is Regulus,â he sighed, wondering if heâd regret this. âI live in room 743. And if you ever pull that damn alarm again, and wake me up, I will never speak to you again. Understood?â
James grinned sheepishly. âYeah. Your name is as beautiful as you are, by the way.â
Regulus could only sigh. What had he gotten himself into?
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WRONG PERSON | (l.norris)
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summary: you send a sexy video to some tinder guy, until you realize you tapped Landoâs contact instead, you both help the other to finish what you started
wordcount: 2.4k words
pairing: landonorris x fem!reader
warnings: smut!, talking about toys, details about masturbation, phone sex, dirtytalk
notes: inspired by this!!! Tell me what you think, Iâm still scared to write smut, hope you all like thisđ«Ł
You were working for Quadrant, it wasnât like you were some important boss or something, you mostly dealt with customers and sometimes got to plan a video, but Lando still took the time and got to know you. When the whole team went out for dinner, Lando talked to everyone for at least twenty minutes, he wanted to know who was working for him and his brand.
There was no denying you found him handsome, everybody thought he was pretty, but you needed to hide your excitement in your panties whenever he was near you. Not only did he make eye contact every time you two talked, but he also smelled delicious, you wanted to rip his clothes off, the whole time he was near you.
But back to where you were now, laying in bed naked, at almost one am, with your phone in your hand. You were single and desperate, texting with guys from Tinder, who were not worth more than a quick fuck, but you were young and had your needs.
With your phone in one hand, and your left boob in the other, you recorded a small video, where you were squeezing your boob and moaned slightly. Youâve been snapchatting with a guy you met on Tinder, both of you were horny and needed a release, so why not help each other? You quickly wrote a text to the video, to make it more seducing, â You make me so wetâŠâ and taped on the slot on Snapchat where he was for the last few snaps, before you could double check that you selected him, you hit sent and threw the phone next to you.
While you waited for his answer, your hand slowly made its way to your pussy, circling your wet clit. With a moan, you teased yourself and kept stopping the sensation in your most private area. When you heard the Snapchat notification tone, you took your phone in your hand and only saw that Lando send you a snap, it wasnât unusual that he would snap you, you two were streaking after all, but at that time was a little odd, because you were kinda bored and waiting for your guy to reply, you withdraw your fingers from your wet cunt and opened Landoâs snap.
With a gasp, you threw away your phone, the first photo was a normal snap, a picture of his bedroom with some series on Netflix playing, but when you tapped on the screen to exit the snap, a new picture popped up. You could see his hand holding his boxershorts clothed dick, he was hard and big, long and thick. He also wrote a little text, you had to read it twice, making sure your mind wasnât playing tricks on you, âwas this meant for me, babygirl?â
You didnât know what to do, so you did nothing for a few seconds, you didnât feel horny anymore, suddenly aware of the cold air hitting your still-hot pussy. Should you reply and apologize, saying how you accidentally sent your boss a nude, and look him in the eye at the next dinner? Impossible.
You thought about leaving the country and starting all over again, where no one knew Lando, but that wasnât a solution either, you had to face him and say that it wasnât meant for him. But how can you get rid of the image in your head of his dick, the only thing that was roaming through your brain right now was how lucky his future wife would be. With a dick like that, she sure would be happy for the rest of her life.
You excited the snap and took a deep breath, what were you going to say, sorry I send you a nude, but your dick looks nice? No. It took you at least two minutes to think about it and when you took a picture of half your face and started writing a paragraph of apologies, your phone showed you an incoming call.
Lando Norris.
Shit. Your whole body tensed, you couldnât answer, you just had to pack your things and go, leave London and Lando behind, but something in you didnât want that, and after what seemed like hours, you did answer the call.
âHey Lando, look uhm, Iâm sorry I sent you that video, it wasnât meant for you, obviously. BâŠBut thank you for responding, I mean that picture was nice, but I donât think that this uhm professionalism between us should be broken. If.. if you want me to leave Quadrant, Iâll do that.. uhm Iâm sorry for sending you that, and I-â
âY/N, will you stop rambling?â, his voice sounded like he was out of breath, you started shaking when you heard him speak.
âIâm sorry, for rambling and sending you the video.â
He chuckled, âDonât be, maybe you couldâve seen by my response, that I wasnât mad about it. Sure having your employee suddenly sending you a video where she squeezes her boob and moans, isnât something Iâd expect, but you have beautiful boobs.â
You didnât know what to say, so the only thing that came out of your mouth was a: âThank you?â, you could hear your heartbeat in your chest, the silence on the other line panicked you.
âBut, maybe this is unprofessional of me now, but you left me in a kind of hard situation, Y/N. I bet youâre still wet if your fingers would slide between your legs, arenât you?â
Your breath hitched, was this for real? Was Lando Norris, your boss, dirty talking to you?
âI..I donât know, it was a pretty big shock to see you replying, Iâm not as horny as I was ten minutes ago.â
âThen I want you to glide your hand over your boobs and stomach, down to your pussy, I bet itâs pretty, and then tell me how wet you are.â
With a small sigh, you did what he told you, gliding over your boobs and stomach to your pussy, you touched your entrance slightly and felt yourself pulsating, you may not be as horny anymore, but your wetness said otherwise, maybe a part of you already found it hot that Lando actually replied to you.
âFuck, Iâm so wet Lando.â
You heard a moan from the other line and some sheet rustling, âBaby, I want you to touch yourself like you would do without me. Finger yourself, rub your clit, do whatever satisfies you. Iâm hard as a rock baby, I need to touch myself too, I wish you were here to do it for me.â
You did as Lando told you, rubbing your clit in circles and feeling yourself come closer to the edge, this whole situation was so hot, it turned you on so badly.
âPlease touch yourself, Lando, I wish I was there to help you.â
âI could eat you out until youâre crying and begging me to stop because you would be overstimulated.â
Another moan escaped your mouth and slowly you let your fingers slip into you, which was no problem due to your wetness, but it wasnât enough, you needed more, thankfully Lando seemed to know what you were thinking when he heard your unsatisfied moans.
âDo you need more baby? Are your fingers not enough, you need my dick to stretch you out?â
You let out whiny and breathy âyesâ, this situation was so bizarre but hot at the same time.
âDo you have any toys, Y/N? I want you to use a toy on yourself.â
âI..I do.â
âShow me.â
âCan we switch to FaceTime? Itâs easier, and I want to see you.â
Lando hummed and muttered a quick goodbye before the screen with the call disappeared, the only thing you could see on your phone now was the picture you took a few minutes ago, and before you could do anything else, the FaceTime call from Lando came in. You answered without thinking about it and you were greeted with a big and girthy dick, and your mouth watered a little. You held the phone up, so he could see your face and your boobs, which he commented with a quiet âfuckâ.
âShow me your toys, baby.â
You quickly got up and propped the phone against your lamp that stood on the nightstand, while you looked under your bed to fish out the box with your toys. It wasnât like you were some pornstar and had thousands of toys, but over the years you had collected a fair amount of little helpers.
By now Lando had switched back to his face, so you could see his little beard and his eyes, he kept biting his lower lip, while watching you.
You opened your box and grabbed the first toy you saw, a standard dildo, it was skin-colored and a bit longer and thicker than the normal ones. You showed it to Lando and he groaned, tilting his head back, âIs that your favorite?â, he asked.
You shook your head and pulled out a pink satisfyer, it was a mixture of a vibrator and dildo, but it also had a clit sucking element. That one was your favorite, you had spent hours with this beauty, and it never left you hanging. âThis is my favorite, you donât know how good this feels.â
âTell me about it.â
âItâs so fucking good, Lando. This clit sucking thing? It feels like heaven, it gets me there within a few minutes, the fastest Iâve ever had an orgasm.â
âI bet I could get you there faster.â
That statement left you with a smirk, only the thought of Lando going down on you, made your head spin, you needed that.
âI can see that youâre imagining it right now, I bet you taste amazing, I would finger you, while lapping at your clit, you would be so full.â
You shut your eyes, and whined, your pussy clenching around nothing.
âWhat else do you have in there?â
âI have a wandâ, you lifted the typical wand and dropped it on the bed, âI also have a rabbit vibrator, and thisâ, you lifted another pink vibrator, but this one was smaller.
âYou know what this is for, Lando?â
âIâve seen it in pornâ, he smirked, âhave you ever let someone control it while being somewhere public?â
You nodded, it was a vibrator that you would insert into your pussy and it could be controlled with an app, youâve only used it once with someone.
âI was on a date with someone from Tinder, and weâd been sexting for days and I gave him the app and he controlled it over dinner, it was an experience and I loved it.â
âI want to control it in our next meeting, seeing you tremble over some video ideas is going to be fucking hot.â
Another wave of pleasure rushed through your body, you couldnât believe you were talking that way with your boss, unbelievable.
âI want you to use that rabbit on you.â
You chuckled, and held the rabbit vibrator into the camera, âThis one?â
Lando nodded eagerly, with a smirk you opened your mouth, dared your tongue out, and licked a long stripe over the part that goes inside of you. After a few licks, you put it fully in your mouth and started sucking it.
You could see how Lando started touching himself again, his eyes closed every now and then and he let out small whimpers. This was your sign that you needed to touch yourself too, so you laid on the bed and flipped the camera to your lower part, where the vibrator was circling your clit. Lando also flipped the camera and you saw his dick that was already leaking pre cum, he moved his thumb over his tip every now and then while moving his cock through his fist, collecting the white fluid. Due to your wetness, the vibrator slipped inside of you with ease, you turned it on and gasped when you felt the vibrations.
âDo you like that? Having your pussy stuffed.â
âYes, Lando, yes. I need you here next to me.â
âI need you too, wrapped around my cock, you would be screaming and keeping up the neighbors all night.â
With a loud moan, you could feel yourself getting closer to a release, the tip edging your clit made you almost scream and the way you moved the vibrator in and out of you, made you see stars. Lando also was about to cum, he saw that your pussy got wetter and wetter, your fluids squeezing out of your cunt every time the vibrator left it.
âIâm about to cum, Y/N. Show me your face, are you cumming soon?â
You moaned loudly again and flipped the camera, just like Lando did, âYes, Lando, I wish it was you filling me so well.â
With a loud moan and a lot of curses, Lando spilled his cum all over his hand and stomach, he quickly flipped the camera again, now showing you the mess he created, âThatâs all for you, baby, I wish it was inside of you instead on the stomach. Cum for me Y/N, let go.â
While he said those words to you, you felt yourself falling over the edge, with moans and grunts. Lando was sure he never heard something so sexy, those sounds alone made him horny again, he needed to feel you close.
When both of you came down from your highs, you two let out a laugh, realizing what you just did, you had phone sex with your boss, but it felt right and good, and the way his cum sat on his stomach, made you horny again, you needed him.
âYou feeling better now?â
âLando, youâve no idea, so much better than the weird Tinder guy the video actually was for.â
âI bet, but I still need you, Y/N.â
âAre you in London?â
He hummed.
âWell, my bed is cold without you in it, if you want, my pussy is ready for you, Lando.â
âSend me your address, Iâll be over in ten minutes, you better not start without me, or youâll get punished.â
Part two
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iâm having soft quinn thoughts today and i have to shout them from the rooftops so everyone else can suffer with me.
but i absolutely cannot stop thinking about how quinn would always want to spend time with you, but feel guilty for how occupied he is during the season. every second of downtime he has is spent watching game film in your living room, studying tactics and plays. not that you ever complain. youâre content simply being in the same room as him, not taking for granted any amount of time you can be in his presence.
quinnâs attention is always half on you, no matter how hard he tries to focus. he steals more glances at you than he cares to admit, worried that one day youâll get sick of sitting in silence while hockey occupies the space between you. but you never do. you keep yourself busy scrolling through your phone or reading the most recent book he bought you, never uttering a complaint. heâs tuned in to every fidget or movement you make, not wanting you to remove your always cold feet from under his warm legs to occupy yourself with somethingâor rather someoneâbetter.
it surprises him that you never do. you never utter a word, not wanting to disrupt his work. every so often heâll catch you looking back at him during one of his âquickâ glances, absorbing the warm smile you give him. sometimes youâll quietly ask him if he wants anything from the kitchen when you stand to go fill up your water cup, but seem content to simply sit there with him as he mumbles to himself, jotting down notes as he watches.
tonight, he canât help but noticeâduring his million and one glances at youâthat your eyes are glued to the tv. your phone is laying, locked, in your lap, eyes following the puck as itâs shuffled across both screens from player to player. your bodyâs subtle reactions to the game arenât lost on him either. the twitch of your foot anytime someone shoots the puck, the raise of your brow when a player on either team scores, the hitch in your breath anytime the two teams start to fight.
you can feel his eyes on you more than usual tonight, his (not so) subtle glances lingering longer than normal. you turn your head to meet his gaze, brows furrowed and a puzzled look on his face.
âwhat?â you whisper, flitting your eyes between his own and the tv, not wanting to miss any important moments.
âare you watching the game?â he looks at you like you have three heads.
you giggle in response, amused at his expression and surprised tone of his voice. âyeah, kinda. donât really know whatâs happening, though, if iâm honest.â
there was never a home game of quinnâs you missed. you went to support him every time you could, and loved seeing him in his element. but you canât even pretend to understand the sport past each player wanting to get the puck into the opposing net. you didnât understand the positions, the penalties, or anything surrounding the ins and outs of professional hockey. you never watched it growing up, and probably still wouldnât watch it if you werenât dating the captain of your new cityâs team.
you had moved to vancouver for work, and knew nothing of the prominent hockey culture before you arrived. the sports presence buzzed all around you as you figured out the ins and outs of your new home, but it had no place in your daily routine. that is, until you hit it off with this insanely attractive stranger that seemed to frequent the same coffee shop as you. you accidentally cut him in line one day, offering to pay for his coffee to make up for it, but he paid for yours instead. a âpay it forwardâ war was started between the two of you until he was stood waiting at the door with your usual order one morning, requesting more than just a name and the fact you drank a large, vanilla iced coffee with chocolate syrup lining the cup every morning.
when he realized you were likely the only person in the city he now calls home that doesnât know who he is, it only piqued his interest in the pretty coffee shop stranger further. the morning meetings at the shop turned into an exchange of numbers, which developed into him meeting you for lunch on your break when he was in town, that then escalated into dinner dates and spontaneous outings, and now itâs found its permanence in you moving in with him a few months ago.
you wereâŠindifferent, when he revealed to you who he was and what all his career entailed, uttering out a simple âoh! thatâs cool! makes sense why youâre always at the gym, nowâ later explaining that you thought he was just really into fitness and maybe worked as a personal trainer or some equivalent. when he first invited you to games he tried to tell you a little bit about the rules, but assumed youâd catch on as you watched (hopefully) more and more of his sport. you always told him how much you enjoyed watching him in his element, but never asked many questions past if the other team was supposed to be good or not. he assumed you understood enough to keep up, knowing how intelligent and observant you are, but he tried to refrain from talking about work too much with you. when heâs with you, he wants to be present with you, not hockey.
which is why he feels so guilty at times like this, watching film while youâre sitting next to him. it feels like youâre two people who happen to be in the same room, completely in your own worlds. until tonight.
âyouâŠnever watch the games with me. you always have a book or something,â he reaches over to pause the game, still a little shocked.
you shrug at him. âdidnât feel like reading tonight. not really anything new on my socials, either. so i figured iâd just watch with you for once.â
âand you werenât gonna say anything?â
this earns a real laugh out of you, not understanding why this is such a big shock for him. itâs not like youâve ever told him you donât like hockey. you just have never really cared to watch it if isnât the one playing. but youâve been wanting to learn more about it recently, tired of not being able to participate in the games like the other women do when theyâre watching their husband or boyfriend play.
âwhy would i? youâre trying to work, iâm just trying to learn a little bit,â you reply, the hint of a laugh on each word as you say it.
quinn just blinks at you, trying not to get his hopes up at your expression, not knowing just how far you want to go with your quest for knowledge.
âsince when do you want to learn about hockey? why now?â he questions, trying not to sound accusatory or snarky, but genuinely curious as to what youâll answer.
âiâve always wanted to learn, ever since that first game i went to, but you donât seem to like to talk about it outside of the rink, so i donât really ask much. me and google have become very good friends as of late,â you shrug out another answer for him. âplus, when youâre watching games at night like this, i donât want to keep talking and asking a million questions while youâre trying to work, so i force myself not to watch to keep from distracting you.â
quinn sits a little straighter, now worried heâs made it seem like hockey is this forbidden subject between the two of you.
âsweetheart, i donât like talking about hockey outside of the rink because i donât ever want you to think thatâs all we ever talk about, not because we canât talk about it,â he tries to defend himself, even though thereâs no accusation. âif you want to learn about the game, please, ask me questions. i- god, iâd love nothing more than to teach you about it. i hate sitting here in silence every night iâm home, worried youâre going to eventually get pissed at me because all i do during the season is watch old games.â
you grin at his slight panic, endeared by how worried he was about your feelings this whole time, appreciating his intention with the unspoken rule.
âq, i never asked about it because i didnât want you to be upset because i kept bringing up work when youâre away from it all,â your smile only grows at the fact you were both worried about upsetting the other for no reason at all.
the slight tension in his shoulders fades at your words, relieved that youâre not upset or feel like he made it seem like you had no place in that part of his life.
âalright, well, fire away, then,â he gives you the floor, pressing play so the players on the tv screens move once again, now glancing at you every few seconds to catch any looks of confusion or interest in any particular play or action.
the rest of the night is spent playing and pausing the game over and over again, question after question flying out of your mouth. anything from why the faceoff is from a certain spot on the ice to what a particular penalty looks like is spoken the second the thought enters your brain. quinn takes his time explaining every answer to you, even rewinding and pulling up other examples to make sure you understand what heâs telling you.
at the end of the night he realizes just how much more he caught of the game while answering your questions. thereâs several times you picked up on things he never has before. like why one player seems to always place his stick so close to another playerâs skates while heâs chasing him. or why a certain goalie seems to lean left everytime instead of right, no matter where the puck is coming from.
heâs been able to add several tells about players in his notes, ready to take them to practice the next morning and change his game to accommodate his opponents habits. and when they win their game a few days later, thanks to your observations during the impromptu hockey 101 class in your living room, he revels in the fact that even though you know so little about his sport and his job, you ended up being one of the biggest parts of their success.
from then on, the nights of sitting in silence while he studies film are nonexistent. every time he brings work home with him, youâre right there next to him, enthralled in whatever opponentâs game theyâre facing that week. he loves that youâre so observant, paying attention to the smallest of details someone whoâs been playing for years becomes blind to. and he really loves turning you into a bottomless pit of hockey information, seeing how you absorb each âlessonâ from day to day.
when they break through their slump, a big part of that accredited to your nights spent questioning quinn, and he sees you start really participating in his games, he canât help but fall that much deeper in love with you. watching you scream and complain about bad calls with the rest of the fans in rogers arena, and reading your texts to him about your thoughts on his away games you watch on tv, swells his heart in a way he never thought to be possible.
plus, he always knew it was only a matter of time before you fell victim to the hockey atmosphere of the city. no one can really resist the pull of vancouver hockey, especially not when itâs captain has anything to do with it.
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Pairing(s): James Potter x fem!Reader
Summary: James would do anything for a date with you.
Warnings: none!
Word count: 680 words!
Note(s): Im loving the picture on the right side :)
:the question and answer are both from google
THE MARAUDERS WERE sitting at the library. Rare sight really. Well it was no doubt that you'd seen remus at the library. Fifth year kicked in hard with the owls so near. You and lily were working so hard, that you both decided to take a break.
You took your seat infront of James, with a book in hand. This was the break for you. Though Sirius merely doubted that. Lily had gone off to find books. You were currently reading your charms book.
âhey, will you go out on a date with me?â James was always asking you to go out with him. You considered it for once but never again.
âI've already told you my answer Potter,â you would say it every time. âand if you don't already know it's noâ
âcome on.â he said it in a kind of a sing a song tone. âjust once, pleaseâ oh for the love of merlin.
You could tell remus was already regretting his life. So instead of that you started a bookworm conversation with him. You loved remus (no not in that way) because he was the only one you could properly relate to. You both loved talking about extra nerdy things going out in hogwarts.
âwill you go out with me now?â James was starting to get a little irritated because of Remus. He didn't like watching people talking toâhis future wifeâyou. This occurred especially when Remus was talking to you.
ânoâ you said blankly. You didn't want to hurt his feeling but you also didn't want to go through break ups and all that drama. You weren't one for drama like that.
âplease?â
ânoâ
âplease?â in a desperate tone
ânopeâ popping the âPâ out.
âplease?â
âoh fine!â Jamesâ eyes lit up. âon one condition...â
âand that is?â he was quite eager now. Sirius and Remus were just too shocked to not be letting flies into their mouths. You had said yes to James out of all the guys in a line for you.
âanswer this question and I'll go out with youâ typical nerd.
James huffed. âwhy is it always about studies?â he was getting bored now. (Not of you)
âbecause you need to study to get a good career,â you were smiling all the way. James and Sirius mentally rolled their eyes, while Remus was nodding. You were pretty confident he couldn't do it. You pretended to flip through your charms book just to find a paper with pre wrote questions. You looked at them and glanced up at James, smirking evily. âExplain the difference between a Crucio and an Imperio curse.â
âuh, funny thing,â he laughed nervously. âIs that wormy I see there pads?â
You sighed and mentally face palmed. âseriously? Are you that dumb? That was a basic question!â (this line was for you rese)
âfine if you're so good why don't you answer it y/l/nâ James looked like he was pretty confident too. His ego was obviously at it's fullest.
âCrucio causes extreme torture, while Imperio puts the victim under the caster's controlâ you seemed like you were reading out of a book. You had your eyes closed and a finger pointed up.
James' mouth went open. His jaw dropped to the floor. âI obviously knew thatâ he huffed.
You rolled your eyes and set of to find lily. James' eyes followed your figure until it turned to the corner. James sighed.
âdo you think she'll go out with me?â he asked this question normally.
âNoâ
Sirius and Remus said in unision. They were tired of James asking them a single question all the time.
âMate, maybe she'll go out with you once you've actually read a single page of that bookâ Sirius didn't read either. He was just there to be James' hope.
âwho likes reading these days?â
âapparently she doesâ remus muttered as he went back to his potions book.
âdont worry the woman will have to surrender one day!â Sirius exclaimed brightly. Honestly he was just making it worse, according to Remus.
As they usual banter on the marauders was playing in the background, you were smiling to yourself. Maybe you would consider going out with him next time.
Bonus +
James was blabbering to Peter about how good his day went. âand then she was about to say yes!â you were. âshe was?â Peter was horrified for you. âyea! I wonder how our children will look likeâ he said dreamily. âif you ever have anyâ Remus muttered.
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jj maybank nswf alphabet (part 1) (minors DNI!)
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BEFORE YOU START READING: THERE IS A SPOILER OF SEASON 4 AT THE BOTTOM, SO IF YOU WANT TO AVOID IT, DON'T READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BELOW
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex) Before JJ got involved with you, he was hardly the type to pay attention to aftercare. All the girls that came before were either only for one night or he didn't care enough about them to be concerned about what would come after their intercourse. It was the same for their part, so sex alone was enough. However, when he met you and your first intercourse occurred, JJ felt he had to do something more. Since then, he talks to you for a long time afterwards, you go to take a bath together to embrace each other after intercourse, and he is even more clingy than always
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs) Oh, JJ is a big fan of his body. He is well aware that he is damn handsome and has a well-sculpted body, so he often shows it off. And in you? JJ appreciates everything, really. He loves your hands, because he can grab them when he wants and intertwine his fingers with yours. He loves your lips, which he could kiss over and over again. He loves your thighs, which he keeps lying on and squeezing them. But you can't take away from the fact that he's pussy drunk. What the heck, but JJ loves your pussy the most and whenever he gets the chance, he's in it or by it. That's it
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Creampie!!! Has anyone heard this? CREAMPIE! JJ loves, adores, well normally he would give up everything just for the sight of you with your combined juices flowing out of your pussy
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) JJ doesn't have too many dirty secrets, maybe some kind of triangle? Or I don't know, an orgy? Just kidding. JJ is able to give up everything just for that, until you finally dominate him to the max like that. Mostly he is the one who dominates, but every night he dreams about it until you finally do it
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?) Let's not lie to ourselves, JJ is a bit of an Outer Banks man whore, so his experience is quite high. The way he works his tongue, his fingers, let alone his cock, oh god. God of sex, there's no denying it
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Cowgirl. JJ loves your breasts and the fact that he has them in full glory in front of him in this position is downright addictive to him. He can touch them, suck them, kiss them. Likewise, he has great access to your face, which he loves to look at and see your face contorted in the pleasure you both give each other. Plus, I've already mentioned how much he dreams of you dominating him. And this position falls a bit under that, especially when he doesn't help you from below and you can lead you to orgasm alone
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) This is JJ, everyone knows his being clumsy in life. It's the same in bed. Many things amuse him and his mouth doesn't close during your intercourse. He was even amused by the way the spring in the couch at John B's house flew out when he just happened to be taking you from behind. Well, John B was not amused by thatâŠ.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) JJ has a lot of hair on his head and legs, so I think he's not completely shorn there either. But so that it's not sloppy and kept in order. As for you, I think he would also prefer it not to be thick there. Although too often it lands between your legs to worry about silly hair. As long as it's hygienic and the rest he doesn't care. And I even think that some patterning would excite him
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Yes, as I mentioned - since he is with you, he has seen that being romantic in life is not bad at all. And although he sometimes fails (he almost burned down the Chateau when he tried to make a romantic evening with candles), he still tries. He likes to chic you romantic baths, admittedly in the Jacuzzi, but you don't complain. Bubbles, cheap wine and JJ, who is all over you, is all you need.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Maybank is still an excitable teenager and often thinks with his dick, so he needs to shake off the feeling that still holds him down. Most of the time then he finds himself immediately around you so you can help him, but when you're really not there and you can't give him yourself, well, he's left to masturbate to your pictures, which he has in a special folder. Or the videos you amateurishly recorded one day for fun
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) I don't know if you can call it kink, but JJ often likes to have sex with you in public. That is, it's not strange for him to suddenly have sex in the sea or do you good on the boat when you were originally supposed to go âfishingâ
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Anywhere, really. JJ has the âI can here and nowâ method, really, it's not even a joke anymore. If only you are ready, he is able to do anything just to get inside you
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Just you. JJ sees you and already has a problem in his pants. Well, what can I say? He's totally pussy whipped and all it takes is one nod from you and he's already ready for action. Your presence in the same room already has him even begging so he can have sex with you or at least touch you a little bit
A/N: part two will be here soon! (If anyone wants me to tag them - let me know in the comments) I will be terribly pleased if you reblogged it :) Of course, if you liked it! I want to create a larger Outer Banks community here, because for now I have reached a small number of this fandom
SPOILER: as you already know, season 4 left us in despair and grief after JJ's death. however, I am not going to stop writing about him. love you JJ, rest in peace sunshine :(
please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)
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Pipsqueak's Halloween
Ellie Carpenter x Daniëlle van de Donk x Child!Reader
Summary: The seventh of my Halloween-centric fics
When Ellie first found out how seriously you and Daan took Halloween, she hadn't expected this.
She'd expected some trick or treating, of course. Maybe some horror movies, child appropriate obviously. There may have been pumpkin carving but Ellie hadn't ever considered she would be sitting in the car by herself.
She drums the side of the steering wheel, eyes narrowed as she leans forward to check through the windscreen.
All the other families she spies aren't you and Daan.
It wouldn't be difficult to spot either of you.
You're both wearing very stupid Teletubby onesies that makes you stick out from a mile away.
But, yet, you're both nowhere to be found until maybe half an hour (and two packets of skittles) later when Ellie spots one red and one green furry onesie come sprinting up the road.
Daan's yelling something that Ellie can't hear, mouth moving.
Ellie frowns, trying to lip read.
You're yelling something too.
You can't quite keep up with Daan's pace, you're still a kid after all, but Daan's half tugging you along, a tight grip on your hand.
In the end, Ellie loses the lip reading battle and just rolls down the window, sticking her head out of it.
"What?!"
"Start the car!"
"What?!"
"Start the car!"
"Huh?"
"The car!" You interrupt, opening Ellie's door and clambering in, climbing over her to go tumbling into the back," Start it!"
Ellie barely has any time to react as Daan also uses her now open door to climb in. She hauls herself over Ellie's body, slamming the door shut at the same time on her way to the front passenger seat.
"Start the car!" You both snap at her as you spy someone else come running down the street towards you.
"Okay, okay," Ellie says," We're going. We're going."
She throws the car in reverse, backing out of her parking spot as the man who ran after you yells and shakes his fist.
"Did-Did you two do something to him?" Ellie asks," He looked pretty angry."
"I don't know," Daan says," Some people just have those kind of faces. It was nothing."
"Really? He was pretty angry."
"Some people just don't know how to take a joke, Ellie," You say from the backseat.
Ellie frowns, angling her rear view mirror to look at you properly.
You've got the same innocent, butter wouldn't melt in your mouth smile that you wore when Ellie found all of her bras hidden under the sofa cushions and her phone chargers in the back of the fridge.
"Alright," She says, slamming on the breaks," What did you two do? Huh? What did you do this time?"
Ellie isn't used to being the voice of reason of the family.
That's normally Daan, which is another surprising thing for people outside of the family to realise. But Daan's been your mother for years now and she's used to all your tricks and even though she can be a bit childish herself, she's still trying to raise you as a functioning member of society.
So, usually, Daan is the voice of reason in the family.
Especially on occasions where she catches you and Ellie attacking each other with Nerf guns in the early hours of the morning.
But there are times, like this one, where Daan's childish side comes out and Ellie comes to the startling realisation that two Van de Donks is maybe two too many.
"Ellie, you're in the middle of the street," You say, still smiling innocently at her," You can't park here."
"There's no cars coming," Ellie says," And stop deflecting. What did you do?"
"Ellie," Daan says, wearing a matching smile," Why do you think we did something?"
"Because men running after you down the street, you demanding I make a break for it, all on Halloween means you were up to something."
You giggle. "You're so silly, Ellie. Turn right here."
"Are you really giving me orders right now?" Ellie deadpans," We're not moving until you tell me what happened."
"That's fine," You say," We can walk."
Ellie switches on the locks.
"We egged his house!" You say instantly and Daan groans.
"You weren't supposed to tell her!"
"You egged his house?!"
"Yes," Daan says," She just told you that."
"You-You can't go egging people's houses! It's wrong! It takes ages to clean up and-and that man had a right to be angry with you!"
From the backseat, you shrug.
"Yeah and people shouldn't be getaway drivers for people who egg other people's houses. I guess we've all been incriminated here."
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Short summary: waking up next to your boyfriend on his birthday has its perks.
Warnings: 18+ only! sub!Tom, brief oral m!receiving, unprotected p in v, slight begging
A/N: Happy 98th Birthday to this handsome granddaddy. Celebrating Her dropping on my birthday! (soonđ€)
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Your eyelids flutter open as warm rays of sunshine from outside shimmer onto your face. Something quite unusual at this time of the year. Itâs the 31st of December, New Yearâs Eve. Tomâs birthday. A smile creeps onto your lips at that thought.
Tomâs birthday. He has always hated celebrating his special day, telling you year after year that you didnât need to get him anything, yet you always did. Just like this year. And alongside that, a little treat before you two leave the bedroom.
Slowly, you turn around to face his still sleeping form next to you on the bed. Youâve always adored how pretty his brunette curls looked when he didnât have them done, messily falling onto his forehead as he sleeps. Normally heâd tell you off for staring at him for a prolonged time, though now? You could do it for as long as you pleased without him noticing. He looks peaceful like this, angelic almost, a stark contrast to his otherwise harsh nature, to how he portrays himself to the outside world. Itâs just you who would get to see his vulnerable side on the occasion, such as right now. Only rarely youâd wake before him, mostly he would already be up at his desk, either working or reading the newspaper until you woke.
You appreciate the quiet moments before he wakes. A soft smile graces your lips as he mumbles something inaudible in his sleep. The duvet has slipped slightly, revealing his toned arms and shoulders. His hands rest on the mattress, fingers relaxed and gently curled.
Youâd love to caress his soft skin then, trail your fingertips along the inside of his arm up to the crease of his elbow, and back down. Though you stop yourself in time. You decide to let him rest, get his sleep when he can, allow him a slow start to a day he normally despises.
Minutes pass after this, taking in his form as your smile increasingly widens.
Hell, you were a true fool for this man. And you wouldnât want it any other way.
âYou have been staring at me for an awfully long time, darling.â Tom murmurs then, not bothering to open his eyes.
You sigh softly, your head dropping back onto the pillow. âFor how long have you been awake?â
âEver since you turned around.â He replies quietly, voice still thick with sleep. Normally he would have already gotten up by this point, though now he doesnât even stir.
âYou are impossible,â you whisper, scooting closer to him to place a tender kiss on his full lips with a smile. âHappy Birthday, Tom.â
Itâs then when he opens his eyes, his rich, deep brown eyes that draw you right in with their intensity. The eyes you fell in love with in the first place, now locked onto yours, igniting a familiar fire between the both of you. âAnd you know exactly how I feel about that,â he reminds you, swiping a strand of loose hair from your face, never breaking eye contact.
âMhmmm. Certainly do,â you murmur against his lips, placing a gentle kiss on them before you continue. âAlthough you deserve a little treat, donât you think?â
Tom huffs softly, raising one of his eyebrows knowingly. âAnd what would that be?â
You grin, revealing his bare chest as you tug the duvet aside, not wasting another second before you swing your leg over his hip, straddling him. âLet me show you, Tommy.â The complaint he was about to make dies in his throat as your lips trail kisses down his neck, starting at his jawline.
Tom hums as your teeth occasionally sink into his skin, hands firmly gripping your waist. You take your time with him, nipping and gnawing at his skin, placing kisses on his chest as you feel him grow hard beneath you. To your surprise he doesnât stop you, though as soon as you grind your hips along his hardened length, even just slightly so, his arms still you. âSweetheart.â His eyes lock onto yours, the warning evident in his voice. A gentle reminder not to push too far.
 âWhatâs the matter?â You retort, innocently smiling back at him, fingertips tracing along his exposed V-line. Goosebumps form on his skin as you do, grip loosening the tiniest bit, and you take the opportunity to move yourself once more, moaning softly as the slight friction sends a wave of pleasure straight to your core. You feel his muscles tense beneath you, and with one swift motion, he sits up, his face a mere breath away from yours, eyebrows drawn together.
âIf you think this is howââ Tom begins, voice laced with growing frustration as he firmly holds onto one of your wrists. Your lips curl up into a smirk, gaze wandering to his mouth as he speaks. Before he can finish, you press a finger to his lips, silencing him mid-sentence. âShhh,â you whisper, capturing him in another kiss.
âPlease let me make you feel good, Tom. Just this once,â you breathe, a plea almost, as you break apart. He glances at you for another moment before he exhales deeply, slowly lowering himself back down onto the soft mattress. âGo on, then.â
His confirmation is all you need before you slip further down the bed, positioning yourself in between his legs, the rest of his clothing long discarded on the floor. You rest your hand on his thigh, muscles tensing under your touch. You take one last glance at his expression, innocently smiling at him before your other hand firmly palms his swollen length. Tomâs eyebrows furrow at the contact, lips parting slightly. When you then softly swipe the pad of your thumb over his sensitive tip, his hips involuntarily jerk up into your touch and a soft hiss falls over his lips. The corner of your mouth tugs up at his reaction, satisfaction flickering in your eyes. You repeat what you did, letting your fingertip brush over the delicate skin once more.
âIf you donât- â he groans, lowly, eyes falling shut in restraint, âfucking do something, I promise-â
It takes everything in you not to let your enjoyment show. Him beneath you, so desperate for your touch. Something he would certainly seek revenge on later. But for now? He was yours to play with.
You lick a torturously slow stripe along a vein stretching from his base to his tip until you decide to grant him his wish, wrapping your full lips around his tip at first, swirling your tongue around it. Tomâs response, a sharp inhale, cuts through the silence, his fingers tangling in your hair. He doesnât guide youâbarely even holds on to you. As soon as your head moves up and down his dick, a strangled groan escapes him, and you peek up at him through your eyelashes. His cheeks have a faint rosy touch to them, eyebrows furrowed as he meets your gaze. âMoreâ Merlin, you can do-â a grunt interrupts him as he twitches inside of you, âbetter than this.â
âThe question is, do you deserve more?â you taunt, a small grin playing on your face, briefly stroking him up and down with your hand. âDo it. Before Iâ make you. Merlin, you wouldnât want me to make you.â He rasps lowly and with that, you let your head sink down again, as far as you possibly can this time.
You know he is close when his eyes lose focus, chest rising and falling quicker, eyebrows drawing together as his cock twitches in your mouth. You release him then, kissing his tip once more.
âDonât- donât you dare stop now.â Tom warns, but before he can do anything, you are undressed, back on top of him. âNot going to.â You reply with a smirk, positioning yourself on his hard length, stiff against his lower abdomen.
And itâs everythingâhaving him beneath you, being in control of his pleasure. Something so foreign to you, fresh adrenaline is racing through your veins at the sight.
âDarling. You are aware of how thin my patience is. I suggest you donât test it.â
You lean forward, hands splayed across his chest, and then you move. Slowly grinding yourself on his length, coating him with your arousal, moaning as his tip brushes against your puffy clit, a jolt of electricity sent through your body at the contact.
Heâs growing increasingly impatient, firm hands guiding your movements as his eyebrows draw together. âFuckâ enough of this,â he growls, having you stop your movements, kneading the flesh of your hips. âLet me feel you properly.â
âStill so demanding when it clearly isnât in your hand. Say the word.â
The word. Please. Tom Riddle doesnât beg for anything, and you know it. But today â you would make him.
âYou canât beââ
Your hips grind on him as much as his grip allows you, and you moan, eyes falling shut. âI can get off like this. The question is, can you?â
âMerlin help you. Pleaseâ Please let me feel you,â he grunts, jaw clenching at his words.
A smirk creeps onto your lips, pure pleasure coursing through you at his plead. You know youâve won. Lifting yourself onto your knees, you guide his tip between your folds before you let him split you apart slowly, sinking down on his cock inch by torturous inch. Your eyes flutter close at the sensation, mouth falling open at the blissful stretch on your walls. Tom groans as you take all of him, tip touching your sensitive cervix as you start rocking your hips up and down his length.
Beads of sweat form on your forehead as your thigh muscles begin to hurt, though numbed by the building ache in your lower stomach. âFuckâ just like that, squeezing me so tight.â Tom encourages, his hand kneading one of your breasts as they bounce with your every move.
A guttural groan falls over his lips as he watches his cock disappear into your slick cunt, chasing his own orgasm as he snaps his hips into yours from below, pulling your hips down onto his length.
âYou want to come? Stay still, godâ stay still and I might justâ let you.â You gasp, mind growing hazy as your own climax builds rapidly. Your hands find support on his waist, pinning him down and allowing yourself to sink down on him from a different angle, inevitably having his tip massage that spongy spot inside of you that has you see stars. A loud moan echoes throughout the room as you tumble over the edge, walls greedily clenching around his cock as the shockwaves of your orgasm ripple through your body. The speed of your movements falters and he takes over, pounding into you from below, soon finding his own release deep inside of you with a low grunt.
Both of you still as you are catching your breath, staring at each other as you calm down from your highs. A satisfied smile curls on your lips as you take in his flushed face.
You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand, hissing in discomfort as you attempt to get up, your burning thigh muscles protesting against the movement.
âThatâs where that smart mouth of yours gets you. Guess you are stuck.â Tom taunts you, hands wandering from your waist to tend to your aching muscles, pressing his fingertips into your skin soothingly.
âHelp me, please?â You ask, but he shakes his head.
With one swift movement he flips you over so he is on top of you, teeth sinking into the tender skin of your neck. âWe arenât done here, and you know it.â
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STEB SFW/NSFW HEADCANONS
A/N-This is my first time writing smut so,pls be kind with critics <3 (@moonstrider9904 its the owner of the gif)
P.s-i was listen to Lana del rey while doing this ;)
Warnings:mentions of kinks (cockwarming,bdsm,oral sex,etc),oral sex (Female and male receiving),
Pairing:Female!reader x Steb
-SFW-
Steb is such a gentle lover,he won't just do anything without your consent or go too rough or fast,he won't go slow either,he will adjust at your rythm,just as you are.
He will steal you kisses all time at home,at all time.Youre cooking? A stolen kiss. Reading at the couch? Don't look behind you,because a Wild Steb will be waiting there.
He is not a coffee lover ( as i said in another headcanon) but he surely loves tea!,so whenever you two decide that you want to do a lazy day or just thake breakfast in bed (most of the times,he does the breakfast),he is ready!
He enjoys going shopping,and even more if it's with you! He makes a whole list but you don't take different parts,no,you do the whole shopping TOGETHER.
I saw an account saying that Steb would have french accent (SORRY I DONT REMEMBER THE ACCOUNT) which i believe 2 things:
He can SPEAK french,because it's one of the lenguages he can speak,but he has British accent (just imagine ladies)
Have you seen the manhwa sign? Well,hearing his voice by the first time has the same reaction that yohan did on soohwa
He Will listen to whatever music you listen to
But he is a lana del rey boy
He likes tickle wars,but only when he's winning >:/
He didn't used to have a lots of things in his wardrobe until you came to his life,then you started to be like a fashion designer to him and started to tell him what could fit him and what he should try/buy.
He really apreciates this,because It feels like it's worth It to worry how he looks apart from his enforcer uniform
-NSFW-
(pls let me get ready for this)
If in his normal life he is a shy,a man of poor words,but believe me when i say this,he is comunicative in bed
If he needs you/something he'll say,he won't do any rodeo about It,he is kinda shy about being too explicit,but he makes sure to let you know what he needs
Imagine that is been a long,tiring day,you two are enforcers and right now are working at the "peanut partro"l with cait as a Commander
Sure,she was great,but sometimes a pain in the ass as a boss.
So,when you two arrived home,you shouted to him as you lead your steps to the kitchen "i'm making dinner"
You put your apron on,and started to make something,but suddenly,a pair on blue,warm hand were embracing you stomach
Steb:mhm...you...mhm..
You didn't undertood a word of what he said because his head was pressed on your shoulder
You left your hands from the sink and put the on his hands,and asked him: honey,what did you say?
And as clear as water,he told you,putting his chin on your shoulder and his lip very near your lobe:
Steb:I need you....now....
He doesn't speak very much but damn he know how to use his mouth.At first,he was very shy to go down on you,saying he never didi It on anyone else,but the more he thinks about it,the more he wants It.
The very first time he went down on you he was inexperienced,but he is someone that learns pretty easy,so the first time uses It to learn as much as he can for you,what do you like? What reaction what can he get from you?
BUT when you first when down on him? Girl are you trying to kill him?
You did It the very first time you two has sex,and he hated to admit how fast he did came when your Lips touched his tip.Only using your hands,going Up and down was...such a view,and even while you were looking at him with such pretty eyes,but when you decided to use your Lips,he fainted.
The first time you had sex you decided to go missionary.It's confortable,it's intimate and he can be as close to you and look at you
Saying this right now ,MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH HIM,he loves it,he loses it.
His favoutire positions are:
Cowgirl,the Lotus,any variation of the missionary,and any position where he can see your face.
I believe that he has Big dick energy (DON'T KILL ME) but not THAT much,just above avarage.but the () it's pretty normal.
I believe he has the prettiest dick, i mean,i can't say look, but think about It:
More than avarage lenght,let's say () while not erected,but when it's erected It passes to be ().
And it's pretty firm,very curvy,just a prefect curve that helps you to make your own climax even better.
His () as on the avarage side,making It ().
Meanwhile the colour tip it's a pretty pinkish colour,not a full Pink but It shades into Pink.
He loves eye Contact,but most of all kissing you and showing to you how much he loves your body,in any way possible.This is like mosning your name as loud as he can (yes,he doesn't only moan,he groans,growls,do any sounds you can imagine) worshipping you,telling you how good you feel,etc.
And kissing you is something that he does:
1-when he is about to come,he feels It,and he needs to show you how good you make him feel
2-if it's a very intimate sex session (like,you're not only fucking but "making love")
He is such a gentleman,he can adjust at your rythm with any problem, did you tell him to go faster? For sure faster It is. You told him you don't want to come yet? He understands,he slows the pace and waist for you.
His kinks are on the "normal" side:
Praise kink,slight bdsm (chokers,blindfolds,and sometimes shibari) oral (receiving and giving),cockwarming,slighlty erotic asfyxiathion (on him)
But most of the times,he enjoys "normal sex" and always will prefer to "make love" with rather than just "fucking"
HEYYY THIS IS MY VERY FIRST TIME WRITING NSFW DON'T HATE ME ON THIS!
this took me soo long because i had no idea what to write for him so,here it is!
Hope you like it!
Also! I wanted to thank @saradika-graphics for this beautiful dividers,if need any, she surely has! (Or ask a request).
That's all loves,bye!
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Naked in Manhattan
A/N: pls send requests, i need them for my shitty trip. (A little update 2 days later) im gonna cry my eyes out if i have to stay her for any longer.
Premise: Teen!Vi x teen!reader, being unlikely friends, having a sleepover together and that leads to a bit of silly stuff (NOTHING WEIRD JUST KISSING)
Warnings: uh kissing? Idk, dont read this if youâre like 30 cuz thats a little weird. Probably a wrong description of friday the 13th, i watched it like 5 years ago so idk all i know is theres a sex scene at the start.
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To put it simply, you were a weird kid. From 1st grade to now you didnt have many friends. It wasnt horrible, it was honestly pretty nice. Less drama to worry about and more time to get your homework done so you can do whatever you want. That was until you met Vi.
She was a pretty sociable person, not like happy to talk constantly, just unafraid of interaction. You both sat by each other during biology, it came to you easily but with Vi it took a little more time⊠after a while she started to ask for your help. It was never a demand to do her homework, and you could tell that she was really struggling. It started with a few short explanations, to a few short conversations about the shitty teacher, to plans to hang out afterschool. It was all so fast for you, was this even how friendships started? Either way it was fine, not like you could call it off when youâre 5 minutes away from her house.
Your heart raced at the thought of even being in her house. Was it weird to dress up for this? Were your pajamas appropriate? What would her house look like? You sat in the backseat of the car, gripping onto the strap of your bag for dear life, contemplating if it was even normal to be this nervous. I mean you were acting like you were going on your first date, and itâd be weird to date another girl, right? I mean Vi was pretty but wasnât in a romantic way, maybe⊠your racing thoughts were cut off by the sudden stop of the car. You quickly got out, making sure you had all your stuff on you.
After talking to Viâs dad Vander for a little, you sat on the floor of Viâs bedroom, looking around like you about escape. She had a few posters, most of some boxers you didnât know and some rock bands you also didnât know. Her room was messy but you can see that she attempted to clean up a bit. It was a little after 9pm, Vi was talking to her dad about watching some movies on the TV. A part of you wanted to beg to be picked up and the other wanted to stay forever.
âAlright, you up to watch some horror movies?â Vi said with a smirk on her face, holding up a few CDs of shitty shock value horror. You smiled, standing up and walking quickly to living room together.
You both sat on the couch together, a space between the two of you. âOkay⊠Friday the 13th or Hellraiser?â She asked with a daring look on her face as she held both them up. You pointed to Friday the 13th, i mean youâve heard about it more so it couldnât be that bad, right? Vander was out going to the store, and Powder was out for the night by now. Vi put the CD in and you both sat watching. Maybe you spent a little too much time caring about if your posture was bad or if you should hold something, but as soon as the opening scene came on you didnât know how to act. Seeing the people move in such a manner to mimic sex, you knew it was probably not real but it made you blush a bit. As you listened to the faux moans, you felt weird. You imagined yourself as the girl for a minute, it wasnât too enjoyable compared to imagining the both of you there. But you wouldnât do that with Vi, that would be weird, right. Safe to say you stayed silent for the rest of the movie, barely even getting scared if you excuse jumping a few times.
After it had ended you sort of just spaced out. Vi took a notice of that, assuming you were just scared or something. ââŠyou wanna watch something easier?â She said after a second of silence, you just nodded. She quickly got up to look through CDs again, finally landing on Mean Girls to cleanse your palate. Putting in and watching felt a bit better. You both made fun of them and laughed with each other, it was weirdly bonding. The clock hit 11pm, you guys were a bit closer on the couch. You looked to Vi at a funny part, seeing if she would laugh, you didnât know why seeing her smile made your heart race. Your eyes met and she smiled at just you, but you felt like you were caught stealing something so you quickly looked away.
The movie ended and Vander came back, telling you both to go to bed. You both obliged, even though you shared a small look, knowing youâd stay up until you couldnât keep your eyes open. You both sat on the floor of Viâs bedroom, attempting to think of something to do. âMaybe we could play truth or dare?â You ask, it was stereotypical but it was a fun game, theoretically. Vi lit up, like it was the idea of a century. âIâll start, truth or dare?â Vi said with a smile, holding her pillow in her lap. âTruth?â You were bit unsure, still anxious if all your actions were okay. âOkay⊠whoâs your celebrity crush?â Vi asks with the same smile plastered on her face. You thought long and hard, you couldnât say some like Kristen Stewart or any other girl, that would make it so tense. ââŠuh⊠whoever the actor is for ElviraâŠâ you say, hesitant but you couldnât lie. Lying would be worse than making it awkward. She looked a bit shocked. âReally? You like girls?â She says like it just unexpected rather than weird. âI dont know⊠i mean probably.â You say, trying to push off the topic, it wasnât something for you to decide right now, or you just told yourself that. It was silent and awkward for a moment, well for you. You forgot it was your turn. âOh, truth or dare?â You say quickly, attempting to completely forget, or at least think of a way to give yourself short term memory loss. âTruth.â She says, her smile still unmoving. âUh⊠have you ever dated someone?â You ask, a little hesitant. The warm light of a lamp illuminated Viâs face, it was covered in scars but it was pretty to you. âNo, datings for losers.â She says with a laugh, it was unexpected though. Someone so nice, so pretty, i mean you would totally date herâ never mind. âTruth or dare.â Vi says, her voice daring. You couldnât pick truth again, itâd a pussy move. âDare.â You said with a surge of confidence. It was a moment of silence as Vi contemplated what dare to give her.
âI dare you to kiss me.â Vi says with a smirk, like she knew you wouldnât do it. Your face became hot as can be. You froze for a minute, it was so weird to even think about doing that with any girl, let alone Vi. You didnât know if it was a sudden rush of adrenaline or what, all that you did know was the feeling of Viâs lips pressed against yours. You held the side of her cheek, as if she would leave if you let go. Vi was surprised, well that was before she responded with ten times the amount of force in the kiss. Almost straight up knocking you down, her hands falling to your shoulder and your waist. After a minute that felt way too long, she broke the kiss. Your insides felt crazy, you had never felt like this ever. Her smile was so wide as she stared into your eyes, your own expression just being plain shocked.
ââŠwas that too much?â Vi asked, you shook your head maybe a bit too much. You started to smile, the warm feeling growing in your stomach. With only the smallest bit of hesitance she kissed you once more, well it was more like a hundred small kisses, but it lasted forever. Her hand that was planted on your waist gently moved upwards onto your ribcage, feeling your heart race. On the other hand, yours were stuck like they were weighed down with concrete. It was awkward, intense as well, she prodded her tongue onto your lips just a bit, as if asking for entrance. You separate your lips a smidge, her tongue quickly entering. It was awkward, you let out a few weird noises, she almost passed out from lack of oxygen. After breaking the kiss, you both sat there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do next.
âUh⊠that was niceâŠâ Vi says with a flushed face and a dorky smile. You nodded, you had never once expected to make out with anyone, let alone a girl. It was nice, very nice.
#arcane#vi x reader#vi arcane#vi x you#league of lesbians#LESBIANISM FOR YHE WIN#i wish i had a gfâŠ#im so tired guys
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Dumb Little Slut
Negan x F! Reader
summary It was a stupid mistake, really, but she didn't think Negan would get this mad at her.
tags rough sex, boot worship, gagging, spanking, choking, unprotected p in v, creampie, squirting, crying and dacryphilia, degradation and name calling, mild dub-con
wc 1.3k
note i totally forgot i had an ao3 account where i uploaded this fic, so when i remembered, of course the first thing i did was cross post it here! fair warning, this is something i would consider dark.
*you are responsible for your own content consumption. if this is something you DO NOT like, simply DO NOT read or interact! :) *
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With Lucille in hand, Negan sat at the head of the table surrounded by Saviors as he awaited an explanation as to why they only came back with less than half the stuff they were supposed to.
Simon sighed. "One of the workers forgot to close the back of the truck and most of the stuff fell out."Â
"Ya couldn't go back and get it?" Negan questioned.Â
"We didn't notice until we got back." Negan sighed and ran a hand over his face. He was beyond pissed. Even though The Saviors would be okay without it, he still hated that half his shit was out scattered on the roads somewhere.Â
"Who in the hell forgot to close the truck? I want a name and I want it now," he demanded with a slam of the baseball bat to the table.Â
"[Name]," Simon said. Negan sighed. He should've known it'd be her. This wasn't the first time she's fucked up this stupidly and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last if he didn't teach her a lesson.Â
"Bring her to my room. Dismissed." He stood up and stormed out before the others could.Â
...
She nervously stood under Negan's harsh, hazel glare. He was sure she knew why she was here, because the first thing that came out of her were streams of apologies.Â
"I-I'm sorry, S-sir! I thought I had closed it, honest!" she sobbed with big teary eyes. He grabbed a fist-full of her hair and forced her head back to make her stare up at him. She winced, which only motivated him to tighten his grip, earning a whimper from her trembling lips.Â
"This isn't the first time you've fucked shit up," he growled, a dark look in his eyes. She started crying even harder, which made him smile. He roughly released her hair from his grip. With his gloved hand, he cupped her jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing her cheeks so hard her lips puffed out. He leaned down to her level, his face barely an inch from hers. Â
"Your ass is so damn lucky I don't have that pretty fuckin' face of yours burned," he said lowly. He could feel her quivering in his hold, but she maintained eye contact.Â
"T-thank you for not b-burning my face off," she choked out.Â
He smiled his charming dimpled smile at her, but his eyes were still dark. With anger or lust, she didn't know, but either way she was afraid.Â
"Don't think for a second you're getting off scot free. You know damn well you have to make it up to me." She nodded her head as best she could in his grip. He roughly let go of her jaw and shed off his leather jacket before sitting down in his leather couch.Â
"Strip," he ordered once she was standing before him.Â
"Y-yes, sir." She unlaced her boots before toeing them off. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her jeans before stepping out of them along with her panties and pulling her tank top over her head. Negan wolf whistled when he saw she wasn't wearing a bra. Normally, that would've had her all hot and bothered, but this wasn't like the other times she's been called to his bedroom. Â
"On your knees." She lowered herself to all fours and crawled over to him. She awaited her next orders like an obedient puppy.Â
"Get yourself off on my boot." His boot was relatively clean, considering, so she didn't hesitate to put her bare clit on the toe of his boot. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes with remorseful doe eyes. She began to  grind her hips on the leather, giving her clit the much needed friction.
"You are one filthy slut! Look at you gettin' off on my goddamn boot," he mocked.Â
Without warning, Negan shoved his index, middle, and ring finger in her mouth, commanding her to suck, which she did eagerly. Her tongue swirled around the digits before he shoved them as far down her throat as he could, until the rest of his hand stopped him, causing her to gag around his hand.
"Thaaat's it, take it like a good little slut," he simultaneously praised and degraded.Â
She continued humping his boot, coating it in her slick as she became more aroused and closer to her orgasm. The coil that built up in her lower belly was so close to bursting and Negan could tell by the garbled moans that came out around his hand. Every now and then, he'd press down on the back of her tongue, causing her to gag and more hot tears to pour down her face, making him grow even harder in his pants. She was about to come, Negan saw all her telltale signs, but this was a punishment and she didn't deserve to.
"Oh no, you don't get to cum, at least not yet!"Â
He yanked his hand out, causing her to cough and picked her up from under her arms bent her over his lap. Her hard sensitive nipples against the rough fabric of his pants caused her to moan. He slapped her ass hard enough to leave a handprint before slapping it even harder a few more times. He could see her arousal pouring down her inner thighs. She was enjoying this far more than he'd like her to.Â
"N-negan, please!" she begged, earning another slap to the ass.Â
"You do not fuckin speak unless I tell you to," he said darkly. He pushed her off his lap and onto the floor before ordering her to crawl to the bed and get on it. He followed behind her as he undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his rock hard cock. It sprung up and slapped his abdomen. Negan was huge and she was honestly nervous to take him without prep. He never prepped her when he was angry at her. He stroked it a few times before lining it up with her leaking cunny. He slid his aching red tip up and down her slick slit before sliding himself all the way in and bottoming out from behind. She screamed out in a mix of pain and pleasure.Â
"What a slutty pussy, baby," he moaned. He didn't wait for her to adjust to his size and started roughly fucking her with a bruising grip on her hips. As he pounded into her, he roughly kneaded the soft flesh of her ass. Wanton moans escaped her lips with every deep thrust. He tangled his hand in her hair before pulling her head back by it, earning a pained scream from her. His large hand wrapped around her throat, cutting off her oxygen as he got himself off. Her slick, velvety walls clamped down on his girth, a sign she was close. She clawed at Negan's hand, but he only gripped her throat harder.Â
"Take it like the goddamned dirty girl you are, doll," Negan encouraged. The sounds and smell of sex filled the bedroom. He removed his hand from her throat when he felt her go limp in his hold. Slightly worried, he turned her onto her back while still balls deep in her pussy. His thrusts slowed as he lightly slapped her face a few times until she woke again.
"Don't go passin' out on me now, babydoll."Â
He put her legs over his shoulders, bending her in half as he picked up his rough pace. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she moaned his name repeatedly. He pawed at her tits as they jiggled with each thrust. His dick twitched inside her before he came without warning. He threw his head back as he moaned her name while emptying his white hot seed into her slutty pussy. She shook with her orgasm as she squirted around his now semi-hard cock, wetting his dark comforter.Â
"That's my dumb little slut," he praised as he pulled out. His girl was lazily sprawled out on his bed, barely able to keep her tired eyes open as his cum leaked out of her. He sent a playful slap to her already abused cunny.Â
"You won't be so lucky next fuckin' time, so I suggest you get your goddamn shit together before you get burned."Â
She sleepily mumbled in response, too tired and fucked out for anything.Â
this was originally posted on my ao3 account on 4/28/2024. i haven't posted on there since because people don't comment and barely leave kudos đ„Č
#negan x reader#negan fanfiction#negan smith#fanfic#jdm#negan#negan smith x reader#jeffrey dean morgan#twd negan#twd fanfiction#negan x reader smut#smut#the walking dead smut#negan smut#cross posted on ao3
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roommates ; lando norris + part eight
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In which you have to live with your brothers best friend who you really don't like, Lando Norris, and his many 'girlfriends' for a while, but there's always a thin line between love and hate.
masterlist - playlist
lando norris x fem!verstappen reader tw: smut & not proofread
Lando: Still not happy about you having your own hotel room
You let out a soft chuckle when you read Landoâs text message. Since you have gotten here on Wednesday, Lando has been whining about you having your own hotel room. You typ a reply, reminding him that it was him that booked the room for you. After getting back multiple sad smileys, you leave your phone alone. For now you have to focus on what youâre going to wear.
When Lando wasnât whining about you having your own room, he has been whining about you not wearing his merchandise. So, when he started whining about that again today, you decided to change up your outfit after the third free practice. Lando however did think youâd be his after the third practice, but was disappointed to find out that you were already on your way back to the hotel.Â
While looking in the mirror, you touch up your make up a bit. Youâre pretty sure that youâll be on a lot of gossip accounts after wearing this to the track. You donât even know how Max is going to respond - you could always say that youâve lost a bet? After spraying on some perfume, you take one last look in the mirror. Your reflection looks back at you. Dressed in a hoodie that youâve snatched away from Lando his room recently, itâs pretty clear who youâre supporting. Lando his surname is all over the hoodie. Max is either going to laugh at you or be mad. Oops.Â
In the mean time Lando is waiting impatiently for you to get back to the track. He almost feels annoyed with you for not being here. Your attention has been snatched away since youâre here. Not that Lando can blame you. He does however blame himself for getting you your own room. When he booked the room, he didnât know yet that things would change between you two. It would be better if you shared his room with him. In some weird way Lando feels more peaceful while sleeping with you.Â
He sighs when he sees another text from you coming in, telling him that youâre stopping by RedBull first to talk with your brother. This is what he meant. Lando canât believe himself for feeling this way, but he realizes what a luxury it is to have you in his home normally. Before he realizes what heâs doing, Lando is already walking towards the RedBull motorhome as well. The gossip accounts will love this probably. He already wonders what kind of rumors they will make up to fit by the pictures.Â
âLando?â Max asks surprised when he sees his friend. Lando wants to reply, he really does, but then he notices you. The words that were almost out of his mouth, are quick to vanish. He can only focus on you. Fuck, he shouldnât have come to RedBull. If he had you at the McLaren motorhome right now, he would drag you in his room and have his way with you until he really had to leave for qualifying.Â
Lando canât look away from you. He feels insane for responding like this, but he canât focus on anything else then you right now. He canât believe that youâre actually wearing his merchandise. Now that he takes a better look at it, Lando even starts to think that youâve gotten this hoodie out of his closet. Something he only likes more.
âWhat are you doing here Lando?â Max asks again.Â
This time the words come in. Lando thinks about a reply, but doesnât know one. What is he doing here? Heâs only here because he was too impatient to wait for you coming back to him. He probably shouldnât say that.Â
âUh, picking up y/n,â Lando eventually lies. Although is it really a lie? He is here to take you with him towards the McLaren motorhome. âI told her Iâd show her the McLaren motorhome,â he continues. You almost laugh when you hear Lando his obvious lies. When you look at your brother and jokingly shake your head, Max has to hold back a laugh as well.Â
âDesperate excuse mate,â Max chuckles, âbut have fun together.âÂ
Lando canât help and lets out a soft nervous laugh as well. Heâs bad at this. When he feels your hand around his upper arm, he shows you a soft grateful smile. âLetâs go,â you tell him. Lando nods. The both of you wish Max luck on his own qualifications and then turn away from the RedBull motorhome.Â
âSo Iâm going to get a whole tour?â You jokingly ask Lando.Â
Lando scoffs. âYouâre getting a tour of the couch in my drivers room,â he states with a soft voice, âYouâre going to find out how it feels to get fucked onto it.âÂ
You feel your cheeks heating up from the way Lando talks to you. When he shows you a small grin after those words, youâre pretty sure that youâve actually fallen for him. This isnât some silly little crush anymore. You really like him. Fuck.Â
Within minutes Lando has you inside of the McLaren motorhome, hurried he walks with you towards his own driver room. There isnât much time left and he really needs to fuck you in these clothes before having to qualify. You on the other hand are focussed on how different the McLaren motorhome looks. Normally Lando would have found your questions and interest adorable, but now he really needs to get you to his room. He is already having a hard time with keeping his hands of you, he needs to have you for himself.Â
Right before he can open up the door and get you finally inside of his room, he walks into Oscar. Fuck. He tries to open his door anyways, but before he can get you in the room with him Oscar is already introducing himself. Lando sighs. How hard can it be to get you for himself?
âYouâre y/n right?â Oscar asks you. He sticks out his hand for you to shake. Something you do quickly. âYes! Nice to meet you Oscar,â you reply.Â
âWhat are you doing at McLaren? Arenât you supposed to support Max right now?â Oscar jokingly asks.
Before you can reply, Lando is already interrupting the conversation. âWe really canât talk right now, will see you later,â he informs Oscar. Then heâs quick to pulls you into his room with him. You can only show Oscar an apologetic look before Lando closes the door. You raise one of your eyebrows while looking at Lando. Youâre curious what has him acting like this. The last days he was pretty close with you as well, but nothing like this. This seems like a whole new level.Â
âYouâre acting like you want everyone to find out that weâre fucking,â you playfully accuse Lando.Â
âSays the one wearing my shirt,â Lando remarks.Â
Then it clicks. Lando has been begging you to wear something like this. Is this his real reaction to you finally giving in to his pleas? He really must like it then. You feel your cheeks reddening. You really like this reaction. If you knew it would be like this, you would have worn his clothes since the first time he asked.Â
âSo you like it?â You ask.
Lando canât hold back a smirk. âI love it babygirl,â he tells you. It makes you smile as well. You think about Lando his words from before. âSo, where is this couch you were going to give me a tour from?â You ask him sweetly.Â
Within seconds Lando has you pressed up against the wall. Heâs messily kissing you. You feel his soft lips all over your body. His hands are quick to disappear underneath your skirt. He grabs your ass and firmly squeezes your cheeks. It makes you let out a soft yelp. Lando uses the short second in which your mouth is slightly opened to slide his tongue in your mouth. You donât even try to fight for the dominance.Â
Softly you let out a moan. You feel Lando smirk against your lips. It makes you almost roll with your eyes. Lando enjoys having you all worked up like this.Â
âLan,â you softly whimper when heâs still teasing you. Lando is pressing kisses against your neck. Softly he sucks on a small piece of your skin. Heâs leaving a trail of love bites on your skin while moving downwards. It causes you to let out more moans. âLan,â you whimper again, but louder this time.
Lando stops his movements. Heâs waiting for you to say something.Â
âPlease do something,â you beg him.Â
âSo needy,â Lando tells you, âSuch a needy girl.âÂ
It makes you only more aroused when Lando speaks to you like this. So when he continues with soft whispers in your ears, he doesnât even have to do anything else for you to let out a hard moan. Lando chuckles, softly telling you that everyone can hear you like this. Normally youâd feel ashamed, but Lando doesnât seem to mind it when you let out another moan.Â
âLet them hear how good I make you feel,â Lando instructs you, âDonât you dare to hold back.â
He finally slides aside your string. Teasingly he slides his finger through your slit. When he sees your eyes plastered on his face, Lando teases you even more. He takes his finger into his mouth, sucking of your wetness.Â
âTaste so good princess,â Lando groans.
âPlease Lan,â you whine, âDonât tease.âÂ
It seems like Lando is shaking his head at you. Youâre afraid heâs going to tease you a lot more then this. Until you hear a loud knock on his door. The sounds gets you back to reality. Fuck. What is someone walks in on you? Lando notices your shock. He thinks itâs pretty cute. You think itâs less cute when he starts to take of his race suit. Isnât he stressing about someone walking in?
âLando!â The person yells through the door, âYou have two minutes before you have to get in the car.â
Lando doesnât back down from you. His race suit is hanging around his ankles. Softly you take his boner in your hands. You guess this is going to be a fast one. Lando doesnât seem like he wants to stop before fucking you properly.Â
It doesnât last long before he shows you that youâre right. Lando slides his finger through your slit again. He uses a bit of your slick to make his dick a bit more sleek.Â
âIâm serious Lando!â The person yells again.Â
âYes, almost ready,â Lando tells them with a loud voice. You hear how the person is walking off.Â
âReady princess?â Lando asks you softly. You show him a small nod. Thatâs all it takes for Lando to slide inside of you. He fucks you on a fast pace. Slamming himself in and out of you. You canât do anything else then moaning his name. Lando knows how to make you feel good. His finger finds your clit. He traces it.Â
âTonight Iâm going to take all my time with you,â Lando promises with a soft whisper in your ear, âbut only if you ask me nicely if you can cum.â
Within seconds pleas are rolling of your lips. Lando canât stop smirking. This sight makes him fall even harder for you. Heâs quick to tell you that you can cum, only to increase his pace even more. When you let out a long moan, Lando is quick to follow you into his orgasm as well.Â
âIf youâre going to react like this every time I wear you clothes, I think Iâll wear them a lot more often,â you jokingly tell Lando after catching your breath.Â
âMy closet is yours babygirl,â Lando is quick to tell you.Â
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After the race weekend, Lando had to be in MTC for a couple days. Which caused one good thing, you didnât have to answer his question - what youâre exploring together - for now. That conversation has been delayed. Something youâre quite glad about, because you still have no idea what to answer. After this weekend you can safely say that youâve fallen in love with Lando, but youâre still not sure about his intentions. Maybe you should speak to Max about this? It wouldnât surprise you if Max knows more about this.Â
It only lasted one day for you to get bored in Lando his apartment. Since Max is also busy with training, you canât visit him as well. Boring. Youâre really bored. It caused you to look around in Lando his apartment better. No, you didnât snoop in his bedroom or game/work room. But you did figure out that Lando really doesnât know how to decorate.Â
Something that caused you to finally figure out what to do the next days. If youâre right, Lando is away for two more days. He texted you before that if he was lucky he could come back home tomorrow eve at itâs earliest. So, you have a bit of time left. Thatâs exactly why youâre busy with putting bags inside of Lando his McLaren. Maybe you should have taken a car with you with a bit more packing space?Â
âHeâs either gonna hate or love me,â you softly mutter to yourself while continuing to press the bags together. Quickly you take a picture of the overloaded trunk and text it to Max.
y/n: time to redecorate
You smile at your phone. Lando did tell you a couple times that he wouldnât care if you changed a couple things. He even said that you could paint to walls pink at one point. If he lets you drive in his McLaren, he surely doesnât mind a couple changes to his decor.. Right?Â
While driving back you think about everything youâve gathered. Itâs not like youâre going to paint his house, but youâre going to make it a bit more homey. Itâs not like youâve only bought stuff which you like, you even went out of your way to meet up with a fan for a fan art of Lando.Â
Coming back to Lando his apartment, it takes you a while to unload the trunk of his McLaren. Your hands are quite full while walking towards the elevator. When youâre finally back in the apartment and unpacked all your bags, itâs starting to stress you out a bit. What if you bought to many? You try to set aside those thoughts.
You start to focus on redecorating the place. It doesnât take you long before you see the first changes. Itâs a wonder what a couple decorations can do. You canât wait for tomorrow. You did order a couple things as well which certainly wouldnât fit in the McLaren. Youâre still doubting if youâre going to make changes to Lando his bedroom as well. You did buy some stuff for it, but youâll probably wait for Lando to come back so he can make that decision.Â
You almost jump up when you hear the doorbell. You didnât expect that. Now that you think of it, you expect no one. Should you even open it? What if thereâs someone for Lando? Worse thoughts are entering your mind. You canât stop about thinking about a possibility that thereâs a girl standing in front of the door for Lando. You try to discard those thoughts, but it doesnât work that quickly. It reminds you about the biggest problem you have with answering Lando his question, you donât know what youâre exploring with him because you donât know if you can trust him.Â
After a bit of doubting you walk towards the front door. Youâre glad when you see that itâs just Max whoâs standing in front of the door. Quickly you open the door for him.Â
âMax,â you happily greet him, âI was about to call you tonight.â
âHere I am,â Max chuckles.Â
You try to talk about nothings for a while, but you keep thinking about Lando. You want ask Max multiple questions, he must know something from Lando right? You do however have no idea how to start a conversation about your brothers best friend.Â
It doesnât take long before youâre drifting off in your thoughts. You canât help it. Last days, or better said since your first night with Lando, this keeps happening to you. Since Lando is in Woking it has only gotten worse. It makes you realizes that youâre missing him. Youâre actually missing Lando. That canât be good.
Max is about to say something, but you need to get out your words. You donât care about interrupting Max for now, you need to speak up because otherwise you probably never will.Â
âCan I confess something?â You carefully ask Max.
You think about the way youâre going to tell Max. You canât just confess that youâre fucking with his best friend, right? Max probably thinks you still dislike Lando. For a short moment you wonder about how Max will feel about this? Itâs not like heâs going to get mad, right? You let out a soft sigh. Why didnât you think about this before? Thereâs a possibility of Max getting mad at you, or at Lando. This is stupid. Before you can say anything else, Max is already talking to you.Â
âAre you finally going to confess that youâre fucking with Lando?â Max asks you bluntly.Â
You have no idea how to react to this. You inspect your brothers face. He doesnât seem mad, but you never sure about that. Then you notice a soft sound coming from Max. It almost sounds like a soft laugh. Is he laughing about this? You look at your brother again. He is in fact laughing at you.Â
âIâm not mad,â Max quickly tells you, âand you canât be mad at Lando for telling me. He has been waiting for this to happen for ages.â
That makes you even more silent. Lando has been waiting for this to happen for ages? Just to have sex with you or for more?Â
âFuck Iâve said too much.â Max is quick to realize his mistake. âDonât tell him I said that,â he pleads you.Â
âWhat did you mean with it?â You ask Max.
âAnswer my question first,â Max tells you, âWhat do you feel for Lando?â
This time you donât hold back. Youâve been waiting for someone to ask you this. It feels like a weight gets lifted off your chest while confessing to your brother how you actually feel about Lando.Â
âI think Iâm in love with him,â you confess, âIs that bad? Itâs just that I miss him since he has left my side and I canât stop thinking about him.â You fall silent for a bit. You try to gather your thoughts and to make out a normal sentence. âI uh, I just feel different around Lando. Heâs making me feel things Iâve never felt before, not even with my ex,â you confess to Max, âbut..â
âI was already waiting for the but,â Max says.
âI donât know if I can trust him,â you sigh, âI mean, heâs a player. Right? What if this is something else for him?â
âHe was only fucking other girls because he thought he couldnât get you,â Max confesses for his friend, âbut I canât tell you more then that. Trust him and youâll find out quick enough that heâs head over heels for you.â
part nine
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Chapter 46 of human Bill Cipher frantically wishing he was still locked in the Mystery Shack and not getting his wish:
The Eclipse: Part 4
Gravity has fully disappeared from Gravity Falls and Bill finally learns why the Axolotl traveled all the way to Earth to see him. And meanwhile, Ford's in mortal peril.
[SUPER IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: if you're reading this, it means that I've edited chapters 6&7 to make them compatible with The Book Of Bill but I have not edited this chapter yet.
Before TBOB came out, in chapter 7 I wrote that the Ax's deal with Bill was "I'll give you a different form (a human body) in a different time (dropping you a thousand years in the future) so you don't have to see your old enemies" and then Bill stole a time tape to come right back to the 21st century. I've now edited ch 6&7 to make the Ax's deal with Bill "I'll drop you off in Theraprism" and then Bill escaped via reincarnation.
However, this chapter refers to the OLD version of ch 7. That's because there are not physically enough hours in my life for me to do all the editing I want to do as fast as I want to do it.
Things Bill & the Axolotl say in this chapter contradict TBOB and contradict what the new ch 6&7 say. The conversation they're having DOES NOT accurately reflect the fic's current plot. Don't freak out. I'll fix it when I can. - (note added Sept 7, 2024; will be removed when it's no longer necessary.)]
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There were only two ways to remove a pair of magic friendship bracelets. Either both wearers had to consent to removing the bracelets; or one of the parties had to die. The bracelets weren't active if they were only being worn by one person, and a corpse wasn't a person.
The moment Dipper's soul left his body, the thread connecting the bracelets turned visible again.
Bill immediately yanked off his bracelet. He considered just letting it go, reconsidered considering that Dipper's ghost would probably tattle to Mabel, and carefully, slowly reeled the thread in. Without the magic active, it was just normal embroidery floss. The Axolotl's gravitational pull didn't make Dipper's body heavy enough to break the line, but if Bill jerked it just a little too hard, it would snap.
Bill heaved a sigh when the body was close enough he could grasp its wrist. He grabbed Dipper's head and snarled in his dead face, "This is why I told you to get in the cave." He wrapped the bracelet around and around the tree trunk and Dipper's forearm, muttering to himself, "But does anybody listen to the all-knowing immortal dream demon who's seventy times older than their entire universe? No! No, what could it possibly know! Surely we'll get better ideas from the brain-damaged hick who married a raccoonâ"
An immense voice said, "Hello."
Bill froze. He slowly turned away from the beast above Gravity Falls.
The voice said serenely, "Look at me, you 8-karat coward."
He slowly turned toward the beast above Gravity Falls. He swallowed hard, steeled himself, and dragged his gaze up until he met the Axolotl's eye and he was gently tugged into the time and space between time and space. "Oh, heyyy," he squeaked. He forced a pained smile. "Didn't see you there! Haha, hi! Wow! Imagine running into you in this dimension on this planet, crazy."
"Yes, crazy," the Axolotl agreed.
"This isn't a regular part of your commute! I guess you've got some time off," Bill said. "Work must be going well!"
"Pretty well. I scheduled an extended lunch break," the Axolotl said amiably. "How's being human going?"
Bill shot the Axolotl a dirty look.
The Axolotl continued to give him a perpetual smile. "Happy New Year, by the way."
"I'll kill you."
"No you won't."
"Okay look, let's just cut to the chase," Bill said. "Go on. Tell me my punishment."
"Punishment?"
"For! Coming back here instead of staying when you dumped me in 3012. I skipped time while on parole. That's obviously why you're here." He looked down, shielding his face with a hand and squeezing his eyes shut. "So stop wasting my time and tell me how much trouble I'm in. I'm a busy guy, I don't wanna drag this out."
"Well," the Axolotl said, "it appears to me that you're locked in your enemies' home, you can't use doors, and you need to be handcuffed to a child to go outside. Is that enough 'trouble' for you?"
Bill opened one eye. "Wait, so." He looked up skeptically. "You're saying I won't get re-executed for breaking the rules. Orâor get stuck in a worse body."
"No," the Axolotl said. "You'll answer to no jailer's voice; what you do now is your own choice. I moved you by a thousand years to free you from your killers' fears. If you decide then to return, it's your own second chance you burn."
"Ohhh. See, I assumed this entire situation was a... prison... thing. Considering the..." He gestured vaguely at his body. "The flesh prison."Â
"It's a body. Not a prison. You aren't being imprisoned."
"'Not a prison' my base, if it's not a prison then why can'tâ" He caught himself before he asked a question, and took a deep breath. "So, there are no rules against coming right back to where I left off."
"Though I think your plan is clunkyânot my circus, not my monkey."
"Oh. Okay, great." Bill planted his hands on his hips, straightening up properly for the first time since the Axolotl's arrival. "Huh. How 'bout that. Spent the last two days worrying for nothing!"
"You? Worried?"
"Of course not, I wasn't worried for a second," Bill said. "So if you're not here to punish meâthat doesn't explain why you are here."
"Are you asking?"
"You know I'm not."
The Axolotl stared at Bill, patiently awaiting a question. Bill stared at the Axolotl, patiently not asking one.
The Axolotl caved first. "I wanted to make sure you hadn't burned down the dimension yet."
Bill pointed sharply at the Axolotl. "Hey! Hey!"
The Axolotl gave him a look like a toothless gumball learning how to smile.
"Not funny! Seriously, now!"
"I came because you called."
"Whâ When didâ?" Bill cut himself off. He thought back to the day he'd spent locked in the bathroom. He recalled the desperate plea for salvation he'd painted on the ceiling. He buried his face in his hand. "That... that was a joke. False alarm."
"I gathered," the Axolotl said.
Bill peeked between his fingers. "But, I did call for rescue. Therefore. You're here to rescue me."
"No."
"Why nâ! You said I'm not supposed to be in a prison! You've seen what these humans have done to me!"
"You aren't a prisoner," the Axolotl said. "You're a kidnapping victim. That's outside my jurisdiction."
Infuriatingâbut it told Bill something important: in the Axolotl's eyes, Bill's captivity wasn't just. And Bill didn't consider the Axolotl any kind of godâhe didn't consider anyone any kind of godâbut the Ax had a lot of pull in the multiverse when it came to defining the universal concept of justice. That was promising.Â
"But I do have a keen interest in your case. I wanted to check in on your progress."
Bill gave the Axolotl a questioning look. "'Progress.'"
The Axolotl said nothing. Bill waited. The Axolotl simply continued to smile. "You haven't asked a question yet. Usually you can't wait to get rid of me."
"Under the circumstances," he gestured again at his body, "I didn't think I could afford to waste it."
"I see. However, I do have a meeting I need to get to."
What was the most important thing he could ask. What did he need to know the most. "So... if I learn my lesson or complete my sentence orâwhatever I'm supposed to do... will you turn me back into a triangle?"
"IÂ can't and won't do anything else. I've completed my obligation to you," the Axolotl said. "Whatever happens to you from now on is up to you."
That could mean anything from "you're stuck as a human forever and will die in less than a century" to "there's a secret spell on you and when you meet its conditions you'll automatically turn back into a triangle" to "you're already a triangle, you just need to believe in yourself." All Bill knew was that he wasn't getting any help from the Ax.
"It's been a pleasure as always," the Axolotl said. The world slowly began to move again as he gently returned Bill to the dimension he'd come from.
"Wait!" Bill called. He needed to knowâwas he still a triangle, somewhere on the inside, buried beneath all this flesh and bone? Or had the Axolotl's transformation rotted him to his coreâwas he now nothing but a human through and through? If he wasn't being punished, why had his suffocating soul been smothered under a blanket of meat? If he wasn't being punished, why had his own corpse stared him in the eye as if it didn't recognize him? "Just one more question before you go!"
"If you have the time. Up to you."
If he had the time? Bill's eyes darted around. Why wouldn't he have the time, what was he missingâ?
His gaze locked on Ford. Floating twenty, thirty feet out from the cliff's edge. Oh.
Bill let the Axolotl's gravity drag him to the edge of the cliff before digging a hand into the ground, holding himself in place. Bill was safe; Dipper's body was safe, and his soul could float home once the Axolotl was gone. But when the Axolotl was gone, gravity would immediately come backâ0 to 100, just like thatâand Ford was dead.
And the Axolotl was already turning away. The millions of axolotls in the water below followed, moving through and out of the lake as though the lakebed didn't exist, migrating in the Axolotl's wake.
Ford was unsuccessfully trying to swim through the air back to land. Several useless feet of cable from his infinity belt floating around him from trying to fling it at the cliff. The best he could do was stretch an arm toward land.
He met Bill's eyes. The only other time Bill had seen Ford this terrified was when he'd threatened to torture the kids.
Bill looked at Ford, looked at the Axolotlânearly too far to shout toâand looked down. By now, the future death he'd witnessed earlier was so close that Bill could see more than the blood to be left on the rocks. He could see the bodyâgray hair, tan overcoat, broken. It was just a few moments away.
Stanford Pines was about to die. Bill Cipher was innocent. Dipper was his witness; Dipper, honest goody hero type, could verify that Bill not only repeatedly told them both to stay away from the thing in the sky, but also warned them to anchor themselves right before totality. Everyone at the shack knew he'd protested, knew he'd warned them, knew he'd begged to stay home. There was no possible way Bill could get blamed for this.
And once Ford was dead, none of the idiots in this town would ever find a way to destroy Bill.
Up to you.
Bill didn't stop to think.
He kicked off the edge of the cliff.
He could see, hovering in the air like a golden arc amidst a dozen blurry failures, the path he needed to jump to reach Ford. The Axolotl's tail was already soaring over the town, his sky blue fins rippling like vast, slow sails. If Bill reached Ford before the Axolotl's influence was completely gone, he could fly them over the lake and they might both survive.Â
They collided. Bill had to fling an arm over Ford's shoulder before he managed to get a grip on his lapel; Ford seized Bill's hoodie in both hands. Ford demanded, "What are youâ?" He fell silent as their trajectory took a sudden sharp turn from south to east.
"The lake!"
Ford nodded. Why could come if they both survived. He could already feel weight grabbing onto his limbs. He spared a split-second glance down, but with half the lake floating in the air he couldn't tell if they'd cleared its banks yet. "Have you ever learned to swim?"
"You have to learn?!"
Ford prayed, if Bill drowned, that he was a mortal, and that he wasn't the kind of drowner who dragged other people down with him. "Cross your ankles as tightly as you can, cross your arms over your chest, land feet first in the waterâbetter to break your legs than your neckâdo not tilt your head, eyes on the horizonâ" And that was as much emergency survival advice as he could give before gravity returned in full force.
This wasn't the first time Ford had plummeted into a deep liquid from an irresponsible height over the past thirty years. The hit was softer than he expectedâthe turbulent lake hadn't settled back down into its normal water pressureâbut he also sank far deeper than he expected. Streams of bubbles raced past his vision; maybe it was just the power of suggestion, but he could have sworn they looked like transparent axolotls.
As soon as he had his wits about him, he threw off his coat, tugged off his boots, and kicked his way toward the surface.
Bill didn't.
This actually wasn't so bad, he thought, with a calmness that definitely came from being such a rational level-headed fellow and not from being in shock. Sure, all the air had been forced out of his lungs and his body was screaming in airless panic, but he wasn't his body, was he? This felt just like floating. He would miss floating again.
What was he supposed to do now.
He'd seen humans swim. He tried kicking his legs. He felt stupid. But, he decidedâagain, with a calmness that definitely was not from shockâthat looking kinda stupid was probably preferable to drowning. Although he was curious what drowning felt like. Had he ever drowned a puppet before? He couldn't remember. Didn't seem bad so far.
He surfaced.
Ford was already on shore, on hands and knees, desperately coughing out water, his lungs burning. He collapsed in the sand. It took a couple minutes for him to reach the point where he was breathing more than he was coughing, and another minute of heavy breathing before he had the energy to look at the lake again. Bill was floating on his back about fifty feet away, very still.
Ford croaked, "Bill," coughed again, and tried a little louder. "Bill?"
Without otherwise moving, Bill raised one arm and gave him a thumbs-up.
Ford dug into what energy reserves he still had, shuffled back into the water, and swam over to Bill. "Are you all right?"
Bill gave him a dazed look, opened his mouth, and exhaled a cup of water. Then he started coughing.Â
Ford grimaced. "Let's... get to shore." He took Bill's arm to tug him toward dry land.
Bill flailed upright and shoved him off. "Don'tâ" Hack. "M'fine. I lâ" Cough. "I like floating." He lay on his back, shut his eyes, and said shakily, "Don't touch me."
Ford treaded water for a moment, considering that. Bill looked like he'd got the hang of floating enough that he wasn't an immediate drown risk, so Ford said, "I'll... be on land."
"'Kay."
Ford swam to shore and sat cross-legged in the wet sand to wait, staring down at his hands. The Handwitch's ring was a bright indigo blue again, no traces of darkness within the cabochon, as though the lake water had washed it clean.
Should he go do something useful? There weren't many places Bill could go, except to shore; it wasn't like he was at risk of escaping. But then if Bill did make it to land while Ford was distracted, he had a chance to make a run for it without the braceletâ
Ford stood up. "Bill! Where's Dipper?!"
Bill raised one arm and pointed up.
Ford looked at Gravity Peak. A small speck high above, Dipper was looking down over the cliff's edge. Ford waved to him. Dipper waved back. Well. That was inconvenient. Maybe Ford could restrain Bill with the infinity belt's cable in the meantime. (He reeled the cable in while he was thinking about it. He was fortunate it hadn't tangled on anything while he was underwater.)
"We have to rendezvous with Dipper. Get over here."
"Just leave me."
"Not an option."
Bill let out a pitiable whine, but, after a moment, managed to figure out a way to slowly paddle-kick his way toward land.
When his heels hit sand, he rolled over, crawled onto land, and lay down. "Gravity," he groaned. "I hate gravity."
"I'm not too fond of it myself right now." Ford's limbs felt like lead. Some combination of spending a day and a half in steadily reduced gravity, the exhaustion following a near death experience, and waterlogged clothes. "Where are the enchanted bracelets?"
Bill lifted one hand from the elbow and pointed toward the cliff again.
That'd be just Ford's luck. All the same, he said, "Really?" Bill would hide them if they were on him.
"Yes, really. Whaddaya want, a strip search?" He gestured vaguely toward his body without lifting his head. "Go ahead. 'M not moving to help." His arm flopped back down.
Ford decided that was a bluff he did not want to call. "Fine. We'll put them back on when we rendezvous with Dipper." If Bill tried to escape, Ford wasn't sure he was in any condition to chase; but then Bill didn't seem to be in any condition to run, either.
"Surprised you wanna wear matching bracelets with me. If I'd known, I woulda made you a friendship bracelet." Under his breath, Bill muttered at the sand, "But m'sure it'd've been a waste of thread."
Ford decided it was more prudent to hold his tongue. "Can you walk?"
"If I have to." For as difficult as Bill made getting to his feet look, one would think he was being subjected to the gravity of Jupiter. Ford offered his hand; Bill smacked it aside.
"Well. My raft is still in the cave behind Trembley Falls, so we'll have to borrow a boat." Ford pointed toward Tate & Backle's Bait & Tackle at the far end of the lake. "Think you can make it that far?"
Billâbarefoot, soggy, and slumped like he had the whole weight of the world on his shouldersâgave Ford the most pathetic look he'd ever seen Bill wear. Ford empathized completely. But Bill only sighed and said, "Let's get going."
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Tate lowered his magazine to give Ford a critical look. "Dr. Pines," he said. "You get caught out on the lake when the gravity came back?"
"Something like that."
He shook his head. "Shoulda listened to the news."
"The news?"
"Dad's been making public warnings since yesterday. 'Stay anchored and keep your head down.' Reckon you must've missed it."
"We've... been camping." He'd have to ask Fiddleford about that later. "Listenâdo you have a boat we could borrow? It's an emergency. We were separated from Dipper and we have to get across the lake."
Tate raised his hat just enough to give Ford a look that told him exactly what he thought of his merit as a guardianâFord figured he deserved thatâbut then stood with a sigh. "All right, I'll see what we've got."
He paused, then gestured behind Ford with his chin. "Who's the lady?"
Ford turned. The shop's door was propped open and Bill was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed tight, staring blankly out across the lake. "ErâGoldie. She's... staying in the shack a few weeks."
"Hm." Tate raised his voice. "Ma'am?"
Bill didn't budge.
"Ma'amâMiss Goldie?"
That time he turned to give Tate a faraway look. "Me?"
"Yes, uhâyou're soaked to the bone. Would you like to borrow some dry clothes?"
"Oh." Bill considered the question for a little longer than necessary. "If you want."
Ford explained, "She inhaled a lot of water."
Tate nodded. "Think we've got some out-of-season stock in the back, there might be something big enough for..." He caught himself before insinuating something about a lady's weight, and mumbled, "Well, it'll do." He headed to a door behind the counter, paused, looked Ford over, and reluctantly said, "I s'pose you can get something too."
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Tate had a motorboat in good working order, so he let them borrow it, with a stern request to have it back by the end of the day. And so they set outâFord in waders that went up to his chest, a bandana he really hoped was keeping his embarrassing neck tattoo hidden, and a t-shirt that said "The worst day of fishing is better than the best day of court-ordered anger management classes"; and Bill in a makeshift skirt Tate had apologetically improvised out of a beach towel, a sweater depicting a pine tree constructed out of fish that said "MERRY FISHMAS", and a pair of novelty slippers shaped like rainbow trout.
"I'm never giving these shoes back," Bill informed Ford as they crossed the lake. "I don't care whether we buy them or steal them. They're hilarious." It was the nearest thing to personality Bill had demonstrated since landing in the lake.
Ford supposed he was in no position to tell Bill he couldn't keep them, considering that Bill had... well.
Well.
Ford should say something about that. He didn't know what. He didn't know where to start. (Bill's question came back to him: if Ford didn't believe anything Bill said, why did he keep trying to pry information out of him?)
(Because, he realizedâbeneath thirty years of every nerve in his body screaming "DON'T TRUST HIM"âpart of him was still hoping Bill would say something he could believe.)
Ford cleared his throat. "It's... impressive that you didn't panic while you were underwater," he said awkwardly. "That must have taken remarkable self control."
"Oh. Eh." Bill spread his hands vaguely. "I wasn't really paying attention to what was happening. I was thinking about other stuff."
Ford blinked. "While you were drowning?"
"It wasn't a very severe drowning."
Ford huffed.
This was probably a conversation he should have laterâBill's brain only appeared to be half onâbut, if they had it later, Ford wasn't sure he'd get anything but yet another polished lie.Â
And so he steeled his nerves and asked, "Why did you save me."
Bill didn't answer. He stared silently at his rainbow trout slippers.
"Billâ?"
"Hold on," he said. "I don't know, justâgive me a minute to make something up."
It was the first time in a month and a halfâthe first time in yearsâthat Ford was absolutely certain Bill had just told him the truth.
And not just about his intentions to lie to Fordâbut about not knowing why he'd saved him.
It meant there was no secret master plan, no manipulative ulterior motives, no cunning illusions. It meant Bill had endangered himself just to save Ford.
There was a universe where Ford then said, "I didn't think you meant it all those times you said you wanted to be my friend again," and where Bill liedâboth to Ford and to himselfâ"I didn't think I meant it either." It wasn't this universe, because neither one of them wanted those words out in the world. Yet they still hovered around them, unspoken.
It didn't make Ford trust Bill. It didn't make Ford like Bill. Bill was still everything he'd ever beenâliar, conman, tyrant, torturerâand Ford still hated him for all of it.
But. It meant that for the first time in a month in a half, a muscle between Ford's shoulder blades that had been knotted tight with fear could finally loosen and relax.
Ford was safe.
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(I first had the idea for this chapter nearly a year ago and I've been dying waiting to post it. I hope you enjoyed, and I can't wait to hear what y'all think! And to those of you in the path of totality, happy solar eclipse this Monday! I totally planned it this way. I did not.)
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Anything but a cliché
!!! making out, mentions of sex
You were always the single friend who never had anything going on in her love life. Had been on only a couple of dates and got the ick every time. But this guy, Luigi, was different. You really thought he was perfect for you. You couldnât find something about him to twist into a turn-off or a reason for no second date. Your first date had only been last week. You two went to the beach in the evening to split a bottle of wine and pizza and watch the sunset. On your second date, you went ziplining. Now, you were on your third date with him, having dinner at an Italian spot he recommended. You wore a dress and heels and he had on a suit. Honestly, you were both quite out of your element in these clothes. But he was trying to be sweet and impress you. You told him he was impressive enough just like he is, but he insisted on doing this dinner for you.
You two would talk about anything and everything. You both loved to read, work out, travel, and be adventurous. Youâd talk about philosophy, society, politics, religion, and all the topics that normal people stray from in the dating stage. He told you that he liked that about you, that youâre open, honest, and follow your own rules.
You enjoyed dinner, holding hands for much of it, and having your discussions that 99% of other people would shy away from.Â
âCan I walk you home,â Luigi asked.
âOh no, itâs okay. I live like a ten minute walk from here.â
âAll the more reason for me to walk you home if itâs so close by,â he smiled, rubbing his thumb on your palm as he held your hand. âPlease, let me walk you home.â You made a bit of a sour face, protesting. âI know you can get home just fine by yourself, y/n. I just want to spend time with you. Youâre amazing,â he brings your hand to his lips for a quick kiss.
âMmm okay, fine. But only because I really like spending time with you, too, Luigi,â you smiled at him.
âOkay, letâs go.â
You two walked hand by hand down the city streets until arriving at your apartment. You wanted to invite him upstairs, but figured that doing that on the third date would make him think he was getting something you werenât ready to give. You had kissed already - something that wasnât normal for either of you at this stage, but neither of you were ones to ignore your gut.
âHey, um, do you want to come up and have a glass of wine with me? I just figured because itâs Friday night and neither of us have to wor-â
âYeah, of course I want to,â he grinned, pulling you into him by the waist. You smiled back at him. Your lips meet for a gentle kiss.
âI know Iâve said it like 50 times, but you look so pretty, y/n. Not just tonight, every time I see you.âÂ
âThank you,â you smiled back at him. âThatâs really sweet of you. Come, follow me.â
You enjoyed more than one glass of wine on your couch. You were having all of your intellectual conversations that you always did. This time, you were talking about Walden by Thoreau and how solitude is not only a beautiful thing, but also important for people.
In the middle of the intense and deep conversation, Luigi starts smiling. More than smiling - heâs grinning from ear to ear.
âAnd Walden actually set the tone for oth- what is it?â you asked him.
âYouâre pretty darn amazing, you know that?â he grabs your wine glass to set them both on the coffee table. He takes your hand in his.
âI never thought Iâd find someone like you out there. I really just canât believe it. Iâve been pinching myself every day.â
âMe too, Luigi.â you look into his eyes.
âI want you to know that this isnât the wine talking, that I really like you, that I see you in my future. And that this is scary for me to say because I didnât think Iâd ever feel like this, let alone this early after meeting someone. Youâre special, y/n. Not just special, perfect. I want to see where this goes with you, if youâre okay with it.â
âYeah, I am,â you whispered. âI feel the same way about you. I really like you, and it scares me, but I want to like you for a long time to come.â
âGood to know weâre on the same page, y/n,â he holds your face, bringing you in for a kiss. He always kisses you so gently and so softly. Just when you think heâs going to pull away, he deepens the kiss. You grant his tongue entrance to your mouth, letting him explore. His hands remain holding your face. You canât help but want more in this moment, and you know heâs waiting for you on this, because heâs respectful. You run your hands down his chest and over his abs before moving your leg over to straddle him. You place his hands on your ass, grinding over his growing bulge, eliciting a moan from both of you before you continue kissing. At one point, you break this kiss.
âHey, I want you to know that Iâm not doing this because itâs the third date, Iâm doing this because I like you and it feels right. You know Iâm not one for clichĂ©s.â
Luigi moves one hand to your waist and the other to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. âYouâre anything but a clichĂ©, y/n. You're amazing. Youâre perfectâŠbut especially perfect to me,â you bring your lips to his for what you can only describe as the best kiss youâve ever had. It was gentle, but you knew he wanted you in that moment.
âNow, can you show me where your bedroom is, because I donât know how long Iâll last with you looking that pretty on top of me,â he smiles.
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