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bloodibambiidoll · 1 month ago

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Hiiii bb🥺 can I pretty pls request rafe x bitchy!reader with the prompts “Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.” And “Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.”. Maybe this is their first time together and she’s being all smug and he shows just what he’s capable of? Love you doll🩷

Hi, my love!! But ofc!! I went with Frat!Rafe for this one and reader is implied to be an alternative sorority girl. Enemies to lovers, flirty banter, face fucking, bondage, cum swallowing, fingering, overstimulation, daddy kink, choking, biting, breeding kink, unprotected sex. 18+!!!!

“We are never going to happen, Cameron, give it up.” You scoff as you look down at your black and red perfectly, pointed nails.

“I’m not gonna give up until you admit I’m right.” Rafe smirks as he moves in closer to you. There’s only a few inches between you and his large frame and your back is up against the wall. He tracked you down at yet another party and stopped you in the hall. Like a moth to flame, he always seems to find you. “I know you want me.”

“No, that’s just what you tell yourself so you can justify this obsession you have with me.” You glance up at him long enough to throw him a glare before returning your attention to your nails. You’re careful not to let him see your eyes for too long because then he’ll know he’s right. You do want him.

For some fucking reason. You’re pretty much the only girl in your sorority he hasn’t fucked around with and you take great pleasure in not being added to that list. “Go find Heather or something, I’m sure she’s just dying to hop back on your shrimp dick.”

“Oh my fucking god.” Rafe grits his teeth as he closes the distance between you, his face is so close you can feel his breath on your skin and smell his expensive cologne. But you still don’t give him the time of day and it drives him insane. You’re not wrong, he’s obsessed with you. And it pisses him the fuck off. He’s tried every angle with you, the only reason he even started fucking your soririty sisters was for your attention. He will take what he can get, even if it’s negative. “You’re always fuckin’ bringing other bitches into it, are you really that jealous, baby?”

“Ha!” You throw your head back with a laugh, meeting his eyes with an icy gaze that goes straight to his cock. You’re not like any of the other girls on this entire island. Your thick eyeliner, glossy dark, red lips, and your chunky shoes have him so down bad he doesn’t even want to admit it to himself. “You’re fucking delusional, Cameron. I couldn’t give a shit less who your fuck of the night is.”

“Yeah? I think you’re lying.” Rafe gives you that fuck boy smirk that you wish so badly didn’t secretly work on you and it makes you want to slap him. His arm comes up on the wall by your head, caging you in and further enveloping you in his scent. He leans down so his lips are brushing the shell of your ear and it makes your stomach tighten. “I think you want me to fuck you so bad that it pisses you off.”

“Oh my fucking god! Do you ever shut up?!” You groan and throw your head back before trying to duck under his arm but Rafe’s free hand finding your hip keeps you in place.

“Nah.” Rafe chuckles as he tongues the inside of his cheek, his eyes roaming your face like he’s wondering what to do with you. “But I can think of several ways to shut your bratty ass up right now.”

“I’d like to see you fucking try.” Rafe looks down at you like the cat that caught a mouse as he loops his arm around your waist and hauls you down the hall toward one of the open rooms. He ushers you inside before slamming the door and then he slams your back against the wood.

“You have no idea what you just fucking asked for, little mouse.” Rafe chuckles darkly as his hand comes up to grip onto your chin, forcing eye contact. You try to shake your face free but his grip is too strong. That doesn’t stop you from trying as you glare at him through your lashes. You’re not giving in that easily. “Quit fighting it, just admit you fuckin’ want me.”

“Fucking make me, Cameron.” You thrash around in his hold, not even really trying to break free, just holding onto your pride. Your sharp nails come up to claw his wrist and it only makes his grip on your face tighten.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna have you fuckin’ begging for it.” The hand on your face laces into the back of your hair, using it as leverage to pull you to the middle of the room.

His free hand grips onto your throat and he pulls your face against his, mashing your lips together in a filthy kiss. You get lost in it for a moment but when his tongue forces its way into your mouth you clamp your teeth down on it. He hisses and pulls his head back, his eyes burning blue flames into yours as he looks down at you.

“I’m never going to beg for you. You stupid fucking asshole, you’re such a -” Your words are cut short when Rafe’s sneaker clad foot sweeps under your platform heels while he uses his grip on your head to manhandle you to your knees in front of him. You growl in the back of your throat and your fingers claw his wrists again. It only makes Rafe cock twitch.

“Maybe you aren’t a mouse after all, huh? You’re a feisty little kitty.” Rafe chuckles and grabs both of your wrists in one of his big hands, holding them tight in front of you. “And kitten’s need to be taught it’s not okay to scratch.”

“You’re a joke if you think you’re gonna be the one to tame me. All you frat boys are the same. Get your nut, and get out. Why do you think I haven’t fucked you already, dumb ass?!”

“You’re always calling me names, baby.” Rafe chuckles as he keeps your hands held in place and uses his free hand to undo his belt. You watch with wide eyes as he pulls it from the loops and when he brings it up to your wrists you hate that your pussy clenches at the thought of what he’s about to do. You half heartedly try to wiggle away as he loops the belt around your wrists, restraining you. “It’s funny cause after I’m done with you the only thing you’re going to remember is my name.”

“This is cute.” You snicker as you wiggle your wrists and shift on your knees, Rafe can’t take the chance of you getting up so he grips onto your hair again, ensuring you stay right where he wants you. “I really like this whole ‘daddy dom’ act you’re putting on, very convincing.”

“Didn’t I say I was done with your fuckin’ mouth?” Rafe uses his free hand to undo his button and zipper and you can’t help the way your eyes hone in on what he’s doing. You have to physically hold in a gasp at the sheer size of his cock when he pulls it out and strokes himself a few times.

“Now why don’t you be a good little slut and make it useful?” He tilts your head back with his grip on your hair and taps the head of his cock on your glossy lips. Some of the red stain streaks onto his tip and the sight drives him insane. “Gonna make such a fuckin’ mess of you. Open your bratty mouth.”

“Open my mouth? Okay, I’ll open my mouth to tell you that you’re-” Your sentence is cut short by Rafe’s cock slipping past your lips. He pushes his shaft all the way to the back of your throat, making you gag on it. He pulls back far enough for you to take a breath of air but as soon as you start to talk again he’s back down your throat.

“Now be a good little girl and fuckin’ suck it.” The horniness in your body is starting to overpower your will to rebel against what it wants. Rafe’s hand finds the back of your head so he can push you all the way down on his cock with your nose flush against his pelvis. It makes you gag and drool and he holds you there until you swallow around him. He pulls out to the tip and you swirl your tongue around in, making his eyes roll back with a moan. You instantly become addicted to the sound, wanting to hear more. You want to hear what he sounds like when he cumes and you’re so tired of pretending you don’t. He thrusts his hips forwards and starts to fuck your throat roughly. You wrap your lips tightly around him, gliding your tongue along his shaft as he uses your mouth. “Yeah, that’s what I’m tallkin’ about baby, knew there was a cock hungry slut underneath that bratty attitude.”

“Gonna cum down this pretty little throat and then I’m going to use that pussy as I please, yeah? Nod if you understand.” You nod the best you can with him brutally fucking your throat and it doesn’t take much more than that to have him stilling in your mouth. Rafe’s cum spills down your throat as he throws his head back and moans. “Fuck. Fuckin’ swallow it.”

You oblige him, swallowing every drop he gives you. Rafe looks down at you devilishly as he pulls you from his cock. He’s already half hard at the sight of you on your knees in front of him like this. Your lipgloss is smeared around your mouth and that meticulously done eyeliner is streaming down your cheeks. It doesn’t hurt that your hands are bound either.

“What are you staring at, weirdo?” You snark at him and Rafe grips onto your arms underneath your shoulders so he can toss you onto the bed.

“You still got that fuckin’ attitude?” Rafe smirks as he grabs onto your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed, making your little skirt ride up and reveal your black thong. He runs his big hands down your thighs so he can push your skirt up further, making it pool around your hips. The wet spot that’s visible even in black makes him smirk. “What’s it gonna take to get you to stop being a brat? You need it fucked out of you? The dick you’ve been getting around here isn’t satisfying you?”

“Will you just stop being annoying and fuck me already?” You roll your eyes as you wiggle beneath him, your hands still being bound limiting your movements.

“Nah, cause’ I don’t want to just fuck you, princess. I want you to fuckin’ submit to me. Beg for it.”

“Seriously?” You whine and throw your head back but it just earns you a grip on your jaw, forcing you to keep eye contact.

“Look at me when I’m fuckin’ talking to you.” Rafe’s voice holds a level of authority that makes your head spin. You really didn’t think he had all of this in him and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced in your life. His free hand comes up to push your panties to the side so he can run his fingers through your dripping slit. “I know you want it baby, you’re so wet f’me.”

“Yeah, because I want you to fuck me, okay?!” You huff out as you angle your hips to try and chase his fingers that he keeps just barely dipping into your entrance before denying you the pleasure.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, princess.” Rafe licks his lips as his fingers circle your clit agonizingly slow, making your clit pulse. “Beg.”

“Please.” You whimper out, so quietly that if Rafe wasn’t inches from your face he wouldn’t have heard it. He smirks at you and you feel his fingers circle your entrance again but this time he thrusts two knuckle-deep inside of you. He pumps them in and out of you while curling his fingers against your walls and it makes your back arch.

“Gonna make you cum on my fingers till you’re begging for my fuckin’ cock.” Rafe’s thumb finds your clit and presses hard circles on it in time with his thrusts and your walls clench around him. He roughly grabs the hem of your little lace top and pushes it over your tits, moaning at the sight of them. He leans down and takes one into his mouth and it has you tumbling into euphoria embarrassingly fast.

“Oh, fuck! I’m fucking cumming, oh my god.” You moan loudly as Rafe continues to fuck you with his fingers. He fucks you through it but just as you’re starting to come down from that high he brings you back to the top again. “Oh shit!”

“Yeah that’s right, slut. Gimme another one.” Rafe’s fingers move impossibly faster and he slides a third one inside you while the heel of his palm grinds against your clit as you come undone for him again. His fingers slow and your chest heaves as you come down from your second orgasm. You think he’s going to give you a break and finally fuck you. But his fingers start to pick up the pace again and you know you thought wrong. “One more.”

“I can’t, Rafe!” You writhe beneath him but he uses a hand to pin your hip to the bed. “Please just fuck me!”

“Yeah, that’s right, slut. Say my fuckin’ name. Say it while you cum on my fingers again.” You practically scream his name as you gush around his fingers and your entire body wracks with pleasure. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

Rafe pulls his fingers from you and brings them to his lips with a groan. He grabs onto the string of your panties and rips them down your legs before positioning himself between your legs with his cock in his hand. He taps his head against your over sensitive clit and it makes you gasp.

“Beg for my cock again, princess. Wanna hear it.” Rafe licks his plush bottom lip as he looks down at you through half lidded eyes. “Don’t even think about giving me an attitude either. I’ll jerk off and cum all over your pretty little skirt and leave you with nothing.”

“Please, Rafe, please fuck me? I wanna feel you buried deep inside me please -“ Rafe lines up with your entrance before pushing himself balls deep into your pussy in one hard thrust. “Oh, shiiiiit.”

“God fuckin’ damn.” Rafe moans as he pulls out of you to the tip before slamming back into you and fucking into you like a man possessed. “You’re so fuckin’ tight. Pussy is squeezing me so good, baby.”

One of Rafe’s hands grips onto your hip so hard you’re sure there's going to be prints of his fingers tomorrow. The other hand grips onto your throat and squeezes, cutting off your airflow in the most delicious way. He leans down and crushes your lips with a bruising kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and dancing with your own.

“Knew you’d look so pretty all split open on my cock.” Rafe chuckles as he grips onto your jaw and shakes your head from side to side. “Tell me you fuckin’ love this shit.”

“I love it, daddy, you’re so big.” Your voice is a breathy moan, a stark contrast to the way you were talking to him not so long ago. “You’re fucking me so good.”

“So you really did just need that little attitude fucked out of you, didn’t you, Princess?” Rafe shoves his face into your neck. He attacks your skin with little bites and sucks, surely leaving marks behind. You honestly hope he does. “Calling me daddy n’ shit, fuck. I’m gonna breed this fuckin’ pussy then everybody on this damn campus will know who owns your ass.”

“Oh god, fuck yes! Fill me up, please? Give me your cum, daddy!” Any and all attitude you had earlier on is completely erased from your mind. All you can think about is Rafe’s cock and how good he’s making you feel.

“Yeah? Gonna fuck you so full it’ll be dripping down your legs when we leave this party. I’m gonna take you back to my place and eat it outta you.” Rafe leans up on his knees and grabs his belt binding your wrists with both his hands. He props both of his knees under your ass so your hips are angled and then he pulls you down on his cock over and over again like a rag doll. “Then I’m gonna fill you again and again until it’s dripping out for days. You’re mine now, baby. Say it and I’ll make you cum again.”

“I’m yours, Rafe!” You whine as you try to meet his erratic thrusts but he’s bouncing you on his cock so fast you can hardly think. That coil in your stomach is wound so tight it’s about to explode. Your hands fly up and grip onto Rafe’s wrist for purchase, your nails digging into his skin making his cock twitch inside you. “God, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, that’s it baby, cum all over daddy’s big cock.” It only takes a few more pumps of his cock against your sweet spot to have your walls convulsing around him. You throw your head back with a loud moan of Rafe’s name, making your back arch and your tits jiggle beautifully. It's enough to have Rafe’s cock pulse while he cums right along with you, spilling ropes of his thick cum into your walls.

He doesn’t stop fucking you until you both come down from your highs and then he’s gently unbinding your hands from his belt. The minute your hands are free your body falls limp on the bed from exhaustion and Rafe chuckles as he looks down at you fondly.

“What’re you laughing at, jerk?” You roll your eyes and groan.

“Nothin’ you’re just cute, s’all.” Rafe chuckles again and you look at him in the eyes through your tired lashes. “I like you like this. All fucked out and covered in my cum. You still got that attitude, though.”

“Yeah? Well I don’t think it’s going anywhere anytime soon, dickhead.” You giggle and throw him a playful glare that he returns with a genuine smile. It makes butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Oh? Well it looks like I’ll just have to keep trying to get you to be nice to me then, huh?” Rafe plops down on his side next to you, letting his pointer finger gently caress the side of your face. “Plus, I kinda like it when you’re mean to me. It gets me going.”

“Oh my god! You’re so annoying.” You laugh and Rafe joins in before leaning over to kiss you so gently it surprises you. When he pulls back he holds your face in his hands and looks at you so sweetly it makes you feel like you’re going to puke.

“I definitely want to see you all fucked out and sweetly begging for me some more though.” Rafe bites his lip as he looks down at you. “Lemme take you home, yeah? Then maybe tomorrow I can take you on a date?”

“A date?” You scoff out a laugh and raise your eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, I’ve obviously been trying to hit this entire time. But if you would’ve given me to the time of day before biting my head off, you’d know I’ve been trynna ask your little ass out in a date for weeks now.” Rafe rolls his eyes playfully as he squishes your cheeks together with his fingers. “So, what do you say?”

“You know what? Fuck it.” You push yourself up on your elbows with a grin. “Let’s go on a fucking date, asshole.”

“Alright then, brat.” Rafe leans down and presses a messy kiss on your lips. “Get your ass up and get dressed so I can take you home with me. It’s a date.”

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tumble-tv · 15 days ago

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There’s word (very strong and big word) that Donald Trump is going to start mass deportations on Tuesday, January 21, 2025.

He wants any immigrants, no matter how long they have been a citizen of the USA, to be deported either out of the country as a whole or into what are basically concentration camps. They’re starting in Chicago, Illinois. The US Immigrations and Customs Enforcement (ICE) has started raiding homes and families in California. Here’s some information.

When it comes to spotting an ICE agent, look for these:

Weirdly neat/well kept hair (shaved heads, side parts, military burs for men; low buns, high ponytails, close cropped bobs for women)

Oversized jacket (long and bulky outerwear makes it easier to hide tools/equipment without being suspicious)

Both hands in pockets

Many undercover agents/cops buy cheap plain clothes off the racks so they aren’t seen in their own clothes. This can make their outfit seem awkward

Sweatshirts with the hood up

Sports apparel (warm up jacket, sweats, etc) with non-sports clothes (jeans, cargo shorts)

Cargo pants/shorts (usually full of items like their badge, flashlight, taser, pepper spray, backup handcuffs, zip ties)

Military or hiking style boots, sometimes chunky sneakers (extra points if none of it matches anything in their outfit)

Outline of a gun in their pants/shirt (easy to see when bending, leaning, or raising arms) (NO NOT SAY ANYTHING)

Overly friendly

Overly inquisitive

“How old are you” and “what do you know about this happening” are both red flags, along with generally odd and personal questions

Don’t fit in

Mismatched pairs in public spaces (usually cops do these things in pairs. They don’t talk to each other or acknowledge each other much, if at all)

DO NOT SAY ANYTHING UNTIL YOU ARE 100% SURE

YOUR BEST BET IS NOT TO SAY ANYTHING UNTIL THE SUSPECT STARTS ACTING OFF AND GETTING PUSHY

COPS ARE NOT OBLIGATED TO TELL YOU THAT THEY ARE UNDERCOVER

COPS CAN AND WILL LIE TO YOU

SCREAM “LA MIGRA” AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS

For protesting:

N95 masks

Respirator/gas mask if you have access to one

Water water water water water (I hate to say it, but disposable one use bottles are best here. If it comes to it, you need to be able to drop and run.)

Snacks

Eyedrops (teargas is a bitch)

Goggles (I bring my old snowboarding goggles)

If you are wearing a t-shirt or have exposed skin, put on fake tattoos. If you are brought into something and they say you were there, showing a picture of you with the tattoos, show them where that tattoo would be and how there’s nothing there. How would you get rid of a giant flower on your forearm in 2 days anyways?

Hide your hair. I tuck my hair into my beanie since it’s short. If you have longer hair, try to do the same or tuck it into your shirt.

Power bank

Chargers

Helmet. Any is fine, my personal choice is a skating helmet since they’re rounder and can take more damage

Hand sanitizer

Gloves (either to keep your hands warm or simple nitrile exam gloves, both work)

Bandanas. Somebody might need one for their face or hair, maybe you need to get dirt off somebody’s face, maybe somebody got injured. They’re great for anything and everything

Cash (try to stick to cash, your card can be tracked)

Medications if you take them. If you get arrested or happen to somehow be away for longer than expected after the protest, it’s always good to have emergency meds

FIRST AID ALL THE FIRST AID (Tourniquet, Quikclot, chest seal, trauma shears, gauze, bandages, duct tape, and all the usual stuff you’d have in there)

Good shoes

Spare socks. Trust me.

As much covering clothing as you can handle. Plain jeans, plain hoodie, plain t-shirt, keep yourself as anonymous as possible

Photocopy of your ID

Sunscreen

Make sure your clothes have pockets

Do not wear contact lenses. If tear gas is used, that will make everything so much worse. Wear your glasses or go blind.

If you use mobility aids, cover defining features. Logos, brand names, colors, stickers, all of it. Take some old plain t-shirt and tie it around your wheelchair’s backrest. Wrap your wheelchair frame in cling wrap, then duct tape, or plain black self adhering medical tape. Cover stickers on your cane or crutches the same way. Electric chair? You have a little more work, but you can do it. Same idea. Walker? Same thing. Cover. It. All.

If you are bringing a bag, make sure that bag is as plain as possible. No pins. No patches. No keychains.

Scarf if you have one

Write a reliable phone number (of someone who is not at the protest with you) on your body. On the off chance you get arrested, that is your emergency contact.

Pocket knife.

Pepper spray/mace

Anything you can throw. Soup for my family.

IF YOU CAN, LEAVE YOUR PHONE AT HOME

IF YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT WITH YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON, TURN OFF LOCATION SERVICES ON ALL APPS AND TURN OFF BIOMETRICS (FACE ID AND FINGERPRINT) SO YOU CAN ONLY UNLOCK YOUR PHONE WITH YOUR PASSWORD

MAKE SURE SOMEBODY KNOWS GENERALLY WHERE YOU ARE

I do not want to scare anybody, but this is what life is right now. That man does not care how long you have been a citizen of this country. If you are not white, cisgender, heterosexual, Christian, and male, you are seen as less than by men in power. You are not less than. You are a threat to them, and they are scared. Keep it that way.

Here's the link to my post on what to bring in terms of first aid.

If you cannot attend protests, that’s fine. Do what’s best for you. Simply reposting information helps.

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phoward89 · 8 months ago

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WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. Coryo x Big Booty!Reader, Smut, p in v, creampie, cussing, breeding kink, Dom!Coriolanus

Coriolanus Snow has classic tastes when it comes to his life. He has a sophisticated image, so of course he wears gold rings on his hands; never silver. Full Windsor knots in his satin ties, custom 3-piece suits made with only the finest material, and fine dress shirts that have to be starched. He wears cufflinks and all of his shoes are floor shines with 3 or 4 inch heels (because Coriolanus' 6ft frame needs to be even more intimidating so he can tower over everyone that's beneath him). His taste in food is classic, but upscale as well.

And when it comes to women, well, his taste is classic when it comes to that as well. T&A does it for him.

Coriolanus Snow’s a tits and ass man. The bigger the better too. And when he started dating you, well his classic tastes were definitely filled.

You're, in his opinion, the whole package. To Coriolanus, you're so beautiful both inside and out. You have a personality that just pulls him in. You keep him engaged and on his toes with conversations. But your physical appearance is what attracted him to you in the first place. Your curves make his mouth water. Nice tits and a nice big ass, just what he likes.

And your big booty is something that he loves. Seriously, Coriolanus can't get enough of it. And watching you sitting at your vanity in nothing but a white bra and panty set, hair up in rollers while doing your makeup for the dinner he's taking you tonight as his plus one makes him grin. Your white lace edged panties cling to your big booty just right and the way your plump ass sits on your vanity bench has Coriolanus mentally swearing to have you fuck him in his favorite position tonight when you get home from the dinner the University’s hosting for the Political Science majors of the Senior Class of 14 ADD (After Dark Days).

“Are you wearing the pearl jewelry set I got you for your birthday, Peaches?” Coriolanus asks you, buttoning up his crisp white dress shirt as he stands by his dresser- which has jewelry box open with his various cuff links (including pearl ones) and his chunky gold rings in it.

“Yes, Coryo.” You nod. Lightly dabbing your blending sponge on your face, you tell your boyfriend, “I’m wearing them; thought they'd look nice with my dress.”

Your dress is a strappy white gown that's form fitting. A dress that's hanging up on the door of your side of the walkin closet.

“I thought they'd pair nicely with your dress as well, my darling.” Coriolanus remarks while grabbing his pearl cuff links from his jewelry box and putting them on. “How much longer til you're ready, Y/N?” Your boyfriend asks, walking into thw walkin closet to grab and put on his dark maroon and white stripe vest and its matching dark maroon dinner jacket.

“Not long; maybe 15-20 minutes.” You assure him as he finishes getting dressed.

Coriolanus loves how sweet your booty looks with your clothes hugging it just right. He's always smacking it or grabbing it- a result of loving that big booty of yours. Whether it's in the privacy of his penthouse, that he moved you into, or out in public. He doesn't care, he just wants to feel your perfectly peachy ass in his hands.

But when he grabs your ass in public it's sometimes embarrassing.

Like tonight, his large hand keeps sliding south off of the small of your back to rest right on your plump ass. An ass that he loves, that he thinks looks perfect in the white dress you're wearing tonight for the formal dinner he's attending with you as his plus one. But it's not appropriate in the pre-dinner party cocktail setting, so you have to keep dragging his hand up and off your ass.

Despite standing around and talking to various people (high ranking people might you add since everyone at this dinner whether they're a professor, student, or plus one is a somebody in Capitolite high society- your own boyfriend included) Coriolanus has no shame and keeps grabbing your ass. It's very annoying. You even give him a slight side-eyed look, silently telling him to stop it. But your boyfriend has not shame; Coriolanus just gives you a loving smirk only to slide his hand back down to grab your ass again.

“You're gonna be my good lil cowgirl tonight, Peaches.” Coriolanus whispers into your ear, his baritone dark and lustful, while giving your butt a light squeeze as his friend Festus Creed along with his longtime girlfriend Persephone Price head their way over to you and your future political star boyfriend.

And you knew what he meant by his remark. He wanted you to fuck him in reverse cowgirl tonight so he can oogle and smack your ass. Oh, how his whispered promise of the night’s future events had your panties dampening.

Damn him.

Now you're stuck with wet panties all throughout tonight's long drawn out dinner. That bastard. Coryo always knows how to get to you.

And he knows the longer you're stuck in wet panties for the more desperate you'll be to fuck yourself on his cock once you get out of those panties.

What Coriolanus loves more then anything in the world is to stare at your plump, perfect ass while you ride him reverse cowgirl when you're fucking. Yep, he loves to watch your ass jiggle as you take him deep while bouncing quickly on his cock. It's one of his favorite positions for you to fuck in.

“Fuck. Your ass is so fine, Peaches.” Coryo groans as you quickly ride him, pushing your body quickly up and down while facing the foot of the bed. You're gripping his thighs in your hands, your nails digging into the skin of his sinewy muscles, as your knees frame his hip bones. “Yea, that's it baby girl, make that big ass jiggle for your man.” The platinum blonde orders, his deep baritone thick and husky, as his icy eyes are glued to your large, sweet ass cheeks as they bounce up and down as your tight cunt quickly takes his large cock in and out, in and out at a pleasurable pace.

Looking over your shoulder at your disheveled boyfriend, you give him a sultry smile. “You never get tired of watching my big booty as I ride you, huh?”

“Oh, Peaches, I told you when we first got together that I'm a tits and ass man; that the bigger the better.” Your boyfriend smirks. Reaching a hand forward, he grabs your ass and groans, “Your ass is perfect and it's all mine.” Giving your ass a hard smack, that echoed throughout the room and mingled with the led wet sound of your pussy fucking Coryo's cock, the platinum blonde orders, “Tell me your ass belongs to me, Y/N. Say it, Peaches, or you're not cumming tonight.”

And you know he means it. If you don't tell your possessive and obsessive boyfriend what he wants to hear that he'll take over, fuck you til he cums, and will leave you high and dry. He's done it before early on on your relationship when you played stubborn and didn't summit to him. But you learned your lesson; now you summit even if you don't want to.

It's all just dirty bedroom talk, right?

Coryo doesn't actually think that your ass belongs to him, does he?

No.

No, he can't.

He can't be that possessive and obsessive towards you, can he?

No, it's just bedroom talk. Dirty talk that gets him off.

“My ass belongs to you and only you, Coryo.” You tell your boyfriend in a high pitch mewl as the tip of his cock bruises your cervix; sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down your spine.

“Goddamnit, I love your ass.” Coriolanus confesses, his tone tight and husky. Smacking your ass again, he orders, “Go on, fuck yourself fast and hard on my cock til we cum.”

Coryo didn't have to tell you twice.

You use the grip on his thighs as leverage, helping your upper body control your faster than lighting movements. Quickly, you impale yourself on your boyfriend's large cock- letting out whines and whimpers every time your special spongy spot deep inside of you gets hit just right by the large cock that's stretching your cunt open wide. Sweat rolls down your brow as mewls of pleasure escape your lips. With every move you make your pussy clenches; pushing you closer to your orgasm.

Coriolanus is loudly groaning out, “Fuck, baby.”, while watching your ass bounce up and down just right. His baby blues are blown black by lust and they're transfixed on your ass jiggling quickly. “Fuck, Peaches, I'm gonna cum soon.” Your boyfriend forewarns you of his upcoming orgasm. Grabbing your ass cheeks in each of his large hands, he uses his strength to slam you up and down his twitching cock at a punishing force.

“Coryo…I'm gonna cum.” You moan, nearly toppling over from the brute force of your boyfriend moving you to fuck his cock as if you're nothing more then his personal fuckdoll. The only reason you're not face first between your boyfriends spread eagle legs is because of the tight hold you have around his thighs- nails digging in so deeply that crimson’s trickling down the pale skin.

“Go on and cum, Peaches.” Coryo orders before groaning, “Cum so I can fill ya up with my seed; knock ya up.”

His husky words sends a jolt right to your aching cunt and suddenly you're cumming with a loud moan that's only one word: Coryo.

Coriolanus doesn't let you ride out your high gracefully. No. I stead, he slams you down even harder on his cock. His cum heavy balls begin to tighten up as he tells you, “You're gonna look so beautiful knocked up with my heir. Can't wait to see your tits and ass grow along with your belly swelling with our child.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your boyfriend curses before shooting a thick rope of his hot seed into your womb. Your name falls from his lips as he cums.

He pushes you forward, causes your butt to jiggle in his hands. Coryo smiles, his eyes shining with lazy lust, as he watches his cum slowly leak from your clenching, tight, abused hole like perfect pearls. Pulling you up to lay next to him, Coriolanus adjusts the two of you to cuddle so that his head rests on your tits while his hand holds your ass.

The two things on you that he absolutely loves; that attracted him to ask you out- causing him to fall obsessively, possessively, and madly in love with you.

Your tits and ass.

But if you ask him what he prefers on you, Coryo will honestly answer that he loves your large ass. Without a doubt, it's your big booty that really does it for him.

After all, he did give you the nickname Peaches because of his undying love for that big booty of yours. An ass that he thinks is the sweetest peach in all of Panem.

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tvgals · 2 years ago

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‘ BARBIE WORLD ! ‘

the spider teen group w a black barbie reader !!

MILES MORALES —

he was stunned that he pulled you to say the least

imagine when he took you home..

you and miles stand outside of his parents apartment. “and make sure you don’t call them by their first names, they hate that!” miles tells you, biting his bottom lip when he sees you knocking on the door. “i know, miles. i’m not disrespectful!” you giggle, hearing the door unlock. you’re met face to face with a brown skinned woman with her curly hair braided, laying on her shoulder. her face seems to light up when she sees the two of you. “miles!” she beams, engulfing him in a hug, when she pulls away and turns to you, she brings her hands to her chest and smiles. “and you must be y/n! miles talks so much about you!” she says, you smile and look at miles, his face flushed with embarrassment. “these are for you, mrs morales!” you grin, handing her the bouquet of azaleas. “for me? thank you so much!” she thanks you, softly grasping the stems and welcoming you two in. you see miles’ dad sitting at the table, scrolling though his phone. “dad!” miles blurts out, waiting to get his attention. once he looks up, his eyes go wide. “who’s that?” jeff asks, looking around the room just in case this was some prank.

“dad, this is my girlfriend y/n.” miles sheepishly grins, you sending a happy wave his way. jeff stares for a moment. his awkward, teenage son, was able to get a girlfriend like you? no way! “jeff, don’t just stare at the poor girl!” rio laughs. this was gonna be a long night .

HOBIE BROWN —

he loves it

the opposites attract always gets me !!

hobie watched you as you struggled to put on your favorite pair of pink chunky heels onto your feet, your annoyed groans ringing out the room. “baby!” you yell out into the apartment, hoping your boyfriend would just walk in and put your shoe on for you. you think for a second. you’ve worked multiple engineering jobs as an intern, you’ve studied multiple languages and worked many jobs, and you’re currently letting a shoe disrespect you? hobie walked in and bit back a smile at your determined face.

“love, let me help-“ hobie is cut off with a stern, “no” from you, putting your manicured hand up to stop any movement from him getting closer. “princess, just let me help.” hobie chuckles, crouching onto the floor next to you. “no! i can do it by myself. i am a strong, independent woman!” you sputter out, pushing your foot into the shoe. “bam.” you say, looking at hobie’s smiling face. now onto the next shoe.

PAVITR PRABHAKAR —

he lovessss your style

definitely helps you with makeup

“pavi!” you call out to your boyfriend, who was casually hanging off of a web from the ceiling. “yes?” he calls back to you, flipping onto his feet and walking into the bathroom where you were applying your false lashes. “baby, will you go to the mall with me?” you ask, fanning your hand in front of your eyes to dry the lash glue.

“of course! why would i say no to a pretty girl like you?” pavitr says, walking behind you and resting his chin on your head. “pavi, i need to talk to you.” you say, your tone serious and solid. pavitr gets worried, he’s never heard this tone from you like this, not so..strict and firm. “oh no…what is it?” pavitr mumbles, trailing his hands onto your waist, now moving his head to rest in the crook of your neck.

“it’s very important, like i’m talking end of our relationship if you say the wrong answer, important.” you warn him, pulling lipsticks out of your makeup bag. “now you’re scaring me.” pavitr chuckles. “what is it?” you look at him through the mirror and hold up two lipsticks, “rose red or like a light pink?” you ask, turning to actually face him. “jeez, y/n! you can’t scare me that way!” pavitr giggles, dramatically holding a hand over his heart. “but definitely rose red.”

GWEN STACY —

gwen watches you style the wig on the mannequins head, walking over to take a better look. “what are you doing?” she asks you, watching you shimmy the hair curler from the dark brown wig. “styling my wig for this party tomorrow. wanna help?” you ask, inviting her to sit down in the chair in place of you. gwen sits down and you hand her the curler, placing your hand on top of hers.

“so you gotta put the hair into this little part right here and hold it there for like…eight seconds for looser curls. that’s how i like mine.” you shrug, watching her face contort in concentration. when gwen let’s go, a perfect curl emits from the curler, you smile and give her a hug.

“see? you’re a natural!”

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nochukoo97 · 1 year ago

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flower girl

pairing: convict!jungkook x florist!reader

summary: you’re in charge of mentoring jungkook, a convict who’s currently doing community service. as time goes by, you grow closer and closer to the man, finding out more about him and his past. jungkook makes you crazy with his small gestures, he makes your cheeks turn the same shade as carnations, he makes you dizzy. most of all, he makes you his flower girl

word count: 5k+

teaser

When your boss had told you about the community service programme, you were a little skeptical, having had no prior experience with any convicts volunteering at the shop.

“Basically, we were assigned someone, and he will be coming in tomorrow,” Your boss is briefing you,

“And he’ll be following you, I’ve told the department that you are the most trustworthy and patient person that can help him,”

You’re honoured that your boss thinks that highly of you, but it’s making you a little anxious having to interact with a convict who’s currently doing community service. Surely if he was allowed out of prison to volunteer at shops, he couldn’t be all that bad right?

You were nervous, unsure of what to expect, but only tomorrow will tell.

d-30

The next day comes pretty quickly as you open up the shop, you mentally prepare yourself for what’s about to come.

It’s exciting to have changes, especially since your job was pretty repetitive, bunching flowers together and sending them off for delivery. Not that you disliked your job, but it was good to have a little switch up too.

You were currently pushing the stem of the peonies into the flower foam, arranging the flowers to have varying colours.

The sound of the bell rings, indicating someone has walked through the door.

You look up, anticipating greeting a customer that walks in.

But your breath hitches in your throat as you watch your boss signal for a man to walk in.

Your eyes drift towards his sleeve of tattoos, colours popping from the intricate designs. His eyebrow has a piercing, so does his lip. He has really big eyes, short hair, wearing chunky shoes as it thuds against the white tiles of the shop’s floor.

He wasn’t like what you expected, you had expected a big burly man, scary appearance. But somehow the man standing in front of you reminded you of a puppy, his eyes shining as he scans the place.

Why were you studying him so hard? Wake up.

“___, this is Jungkook, Jungkook this is___, she’ll be guiding you here,” Your boss introduces the man to you

Jungkook politely bows towards you, giving you a small smile.

You smile at the man, whose face resembles that of a puppy, especially with his big eyes, but his arms and piercings give off a manly vibe to him.

You thought you’d be scared, having assumed you’d have to teach someone that would probably beat you up if you had corrected his mistakes.

Maybe it was just you and your stereotypes, but now it seemed having him around wouldn’t be as bad as you expected.

“Hi ___, thanks for taking the time out of your work to accompany me, I promise I won’t cause any trouble,”

Jungkook grins at you, you notice his bunny teeth, it’s cute.

Wait, no you shouldn’t be thinking these things, ___ stop it.

You chuckle in response, your boss now announcing that she would be leaving.

That leaves you and the man in the shop alone.

“Alright, so where should I start,” You begin to talk after a moment of silence, after watching Jungkook standing a little awkwardly in the midst of many flowers around him. It’s amusing to see that he was so timid and calm despite what you had expected him to be like.

“Let’s get to know each other first,” Jungkook speaks up next, his eyes lighting up at his idea.

You’re somewhat surprised at his suggestion. You’d thought he would immediately just want to learn the basics and be left alone to do his own things.

“Okay, you can ask a question first,” You laugh, trying to ease the tenseness and awkwardness in the air.

“What made you want to be a florist?”

That’s a simple question for you,

“Ever since young, I’ve always had a love for flowers, my grandmother used to have a little garden at the back of her house and I would spend hours there admiring the flowers,”

You’re unconsciously smiling, recalling the fond memories from your childhood.

“That’s sweet,” Jungkook’s smiling back at you,

His voice is sweet like honey, deep but yet so so addicting.

“My turn to ask a question,” You light up, thinking hard of a good question.

“Why did you choose to volunteer here?”

Jungkook laughs, “I wanted to do something for my mum, I know I hurt her badly by committing all my past crimes and serving my time in jail, so I wanted to learn to make her a bouquet myself to give to her when my sentence is over,”

His eyes have a little glint, slightly red.

Even though you take notice of it, you don’t mention it.

“That’s really sweet of you Jungkook,” You smile sweetly at him, genuinely impressed and touched by his words.

“Those are peonies, right?” Jungkook gestures towards the half done bouquet you were putting together before he came in.

“Yeah! How did you know?”

Your surprised to know he could even recognise the flowers, although peonies were common, maybe as common as roses, not many people could distinguish them in the middle of a shop filled with a thousand different types of flowers.

“They’re one of my mum’s favourites,” He mumbles shyly.

You found it so sweet, cute even.

In a platonic way of course, nothing else.

Jungkook quickly lights up again as he turns his arm, showing you the orange flower amongst the many other tattoos on his arm.

“I also have a tattoo of the tiger lily, it’s my birth flower,” He proudly shows off his tattoo to you, as you gasp in admiration.

“I have many other tattoos but their a story for another day, not as significant to this as the flower,” He explains, as you nod, still making an effort to scan the sleeve of tattoos, noticing phrases and small pictures here and there.

“My turn to ask again,” Jungkook begins, “What’s your favourite flower?”

You gladly answer him, “Carnations, especially the pink ones,”

You spent the rest of the day teaching Jungkook how to arrange flowers into an aesthetic pattern, he picked up on everything really quickly, surprising you by how fast he was progressing.

Jungkook was currently out in the front of the shop, as you packed up the back. You had told him that he could go, but he insisted on staying until you left.

Walking out from the back as you shut the storeroom door, you spot Jungkook bent over a table, as if concentrated on something.

“Jungkook? I’m leaving now, you can go now too,” You call out to the man who has his back faced to you, hunched over and arms fiddling with something that you cannot see.

He turns around, huge smile on his face as his hand holds a bouquet of flowers, pink carnations tied together with a ribbon, wrapped with blue paper.

Your eyes widen in surprise, applauding him;

“Woah! Did you do that?”

Jungkook nods eagerly, holding out the bouquet, gesturing for you to take it.

“It’s for you,”

Jeon Jungkook might have killed you on the spot there.

You gratefully take the bouquet from him, heart thumping in your chest, the tips of your ears turning slightly red.

“Thank you, Jungkook, that’s really sweet of you,” You manage to spit out, despite having almost choked on your words.

He chats with you while waiting for the department to pick him up, both of you sitting on the sidewalk, talking intimately about life.

That night, you transferred the pink carnations into a vase, putting it next to your bed.

There’s a white piece of paper that sticks out from the pink flowers, you reach for it in curiousity, opening up the folded letter.

Hi ___, thanks for today, I really enjoyed my time with you, and I hope you like my flowers, they may not be perfect but I tried my best to make them look pretty :))))

Your heart thumps in your chest again, a smile unconsciously creeps onto your face.

Jeon Jungkook is a sweetheart.

d-15

It’s been a few weeks since Jungkook arrived at the shop, and he’s been pretty independent, also extremely skillful at putting together beautiful pieces.

Your boss even joked about hiring Jungkook when he finishes his sentence.

Right now Jungkook’s humming to the soft music playing throughout the shop. It’s a wednesday afternoon, meaning there weren’t as many customers, so it was a chill day for you both.

You’ve grown to really like Jungkook, he was good company considering you didn’t really have other coworkers with you.

Sure you had a few other girls who would come in and intern during summer breaks, but other than that it was mainly you alone in the shop.

Jungkook just gave you the company you never knew you needed.

He also makes your day way better, just simply by existing. Even though you had a shit night and only two hours of sleep, Jungkook had managed to make you laugh at least five times since this morning.

You stare at the empty coffee cup, the one that Jungkook had brought in the morning for you. He had told you the whole story of how he spent a really long time convincing the officers driving him here that he had to stop at the coffee shop to get something for you.

“My charms convinced them to let me do so,”

You remember Jungkook’s proud face as he tells his story, you listened to him in amusement.

The bell at the front door rings, as both you and Jungkook’s head whips up, watching a group of teenage girls walk into the shop.

Immediately you can tell as they whisper and giggle amongst themselves, that they were talking about Jungkook.

There’s this small tight feeling in your chest that you can’t really explain, but it makes you want to keep Jungkook by your side.

You gesture for him to follow you as you approach the girls, offering help.

They eagerly agree, telling you both, or rather only Jungkook, you think, about what they were keen on getting.

“No problem, we can make the bouquet now and give it to you guys in five minutes time, is that okay?” Jungkook replies to the girls, who immediately nod their heads.

Jungkook then grabs your hand, dragging you to the tables where the flowers are.

The teenagers behind you now whisper loudly amongst themselves, as if discontented that Jungkook had held your hand.

“Jungkook, what are you doing!” You whisper-yell at him, but the man himself sees nothing wrong with his actions.

“What? I just wanted to bring you here so we can do their bouquet?”

He’s acting innocent, you know it.

Because his hand refuses to let yours go, even though the both of you were already at the table.

So you raise your eyebrow at him, shaking your hand in his hold to show him.

“Okay, fine,” He’s pouting a little, being dramatic towards you, as he releases his hold on you.

It was nice while it lasted

After you finish putting the flowers into a bunch, you pass it to Jungkook who wraps them up.

“I’ll be in the storeroom ‘kay? We need more ribbons,”

You tell Jungkook as he nods, eyes focused on wrapping the flowers up nicely so he doesn’t fully pay attention to you.

When Jungkook passes the bouquet to the girls, who all seem extremely delighted, even leaving a pretty big tip, he seems proud.

“Thanks so much for these flowers, they’re like soooo pretty,” One girl says, leaning over the counter, opposite from where Jungkook was standing.

You can hear the conversation from inside the storeroom, the walls thin enough to be able to hear anything that goes on. You ignore the tight feeling in your chest again.

“Oh? What’s this note?” The other girl grabs the small bouquet at the corner of the counter, the one Jungkook had been secretly working on for you.

“Hey! Don’t touch that, sorry it’s not for sale,” Jungkook exclaims, snatching back the bouquet from the girl.

“Is it for me?” The third girl smirks at Jungkook, as he laughs, amused that she thought he would even give her one.

It was for you, he only ever made bouquets for you.

Jungkook decided that every week, he would gift you one bouquet, each one unique and different from the next.

And everytime he would write a little note, telling you small little details he noticed, like when you wore the same checkered shoes you liked and he had noticed, or when you began to wear your glasses a little more often.

It always makes your heart thump in your chest.

But you remind yourself that he’s only here to volunteer.

You walk out just on time, or maybe you intentionally walked out, but who cares.

Jungkook passes you the bouquet with a sweet smile, as the girls scoff and walk out.

“Sorry, I wanted to pass it to you at the end of the day like I always do, but I wanted to show them that it was for you,” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck a little awkwardly.

You laugh a little, finding it cute.

“It’s okay Gguk, thanks for this, I’ll read the note at home,” You smile, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

When you walk off Jungkook has to coax himself not to turn the same shade of red as the roses next to him.

d-7

It’s another chill day, you and Jungkook were sitting together on the small couch in the corner of the shop, chatting away.

“So,” You start, “It’s one week to your release, how’re you feeling?”

“Excited? Not sure, I’m a little nervous even though it hasn’t even been that long,” Jungkook’s fiddling with his fingers again, a habit you took notice of when he talked about intimate stuff.

“You should be excited, you get to see so many people again, and you’d get to live in your own house,” You smile, scanning his unreadable expression but attempting to coax something out of him.

You weren’t gonna lie, there was this ache in your heart knowing that he would probably be gone and move on with life after next week.

Jungkook had grown onto you, he was a part of your daily life, your routine. You didn’t want to have to let him go.

“I’ve grown so used to this, to us,” He gestures towards you, “I don’t see myself doing anything else but this, with you,”

Damn it Jeon Jungkook. At this point you think he’s purposefully playing around with your poor heart.

“But I’m sure you’re excited to try new things again? Like maybe getting tattoos, or boxing again? You said you liked that right?”

Jungkook nods, but there’s still this dissatisfaction within him.

“Yeah, but those are like hobbies, I don’t know how to say this,” He frowns, biting on his lip in frustration.

“It’s like, I don’t see myself anywhere else, not because of this shop, it’s because of you, ___”

Jungkook looks into your eyes.

You almost faint.

“Becoming so attached to me huh?” You tease him, nudging his shoulder.

Jungkook chuckles in response, mumbling a soft, “Yeah,”

He thinks you don’t hear it, but you do.

Your intimate moment gets interrupted when the front door bell rings, making you get up to go and greet the customer.

Jungkook’s talking to the old lady as she waits for her flowers, you’re at the tables focused on placing the flowers into the foam.

“Oh these flowers are really pretty!” The old lady is gleaming at the carnations on display, the one that Jungkook insisted on putting at the front of the shop.

“Yeah? It’s her favourite,” Jungkook tells the lady, gesturing towards you, she smiles fondly at him.

“You must be close to her to know that, are you her boyfriend?” The lady’s question takes Jungkook by surprise,

“No,no, she’s my mentor,” He waves off, laughing.

“Not yet,” He then whispers to the lady, who gives him an amused look.

“Well good luck young man, don’t wait too long to confess to her,” She pats Jungkook on the back, as he nervously chuckles.

You quickly give the basket of flowers to the old lady, as Jungkook holds open the front door for her to leave.

“What was she talking to you about? She looked really interested,” You ask Jungkook curiously,

“Oh it’s nothing, just asked about the names of the flowers,” He brushes your question off, not wanting to get caught.

“That’s cute,” You smile, watching the lady slowly walk along the path.

Jungkook takes the old lady’s advice seriously, he’s too busy thinking of a plan to confess to you before his sentence is over.

As you close up the shop, Jungkook trails behind you like a little puppy, rambling about the things he’s excited to get back, you actively listen to him, he lists out stuff like his car, a new phone, his apartment which his brother has been helping him stay in and clean, and he doesn’t tell you but he’s also excited yet nervous about what he plans to tell you. Sometime soon.

d-6

The next day Jungkook doesn’t come to the shop, he’s told by the department he needs to settle documents and legal papers to prepare for his release.

You were currently cutting the stems of the flowers, but you get distracted by the stray cat walking outside,

You’re cooing as the cat rubs its body against the glass, purring.

The next thing you know, you unknowingly pull the scissors too close to your finger, snipping at your skin.

You gasp, wincing as you watch the blood flow out.

Sighing as you walk to the sink to wash the wound, you scold yourself for not being more careful.

As you bandage up the cut, the phone at the desk rings, you pick it up.

“___?”

“Jungkook?”

“I won’t be there today okay? But I’ll see you tomorrow, until then don’t miss me so much,”

You can hear the hint of playfulness in his voice, as he laughs hearing your groan.

“Don’t worry, I’m good on my own Kook, but why did you waste your one phone call on me? You could’ve used it to call someone else,”

Jungkook always got a phone call every day, he told you he would always call his mum, and sometimes his brother.

“I’m not wasting the call, they said I should call my loved ones using it so I did,”

Your heart will burst out of your chest soon.

“Jungkook, don’t say these things,” You groan over the phone, thank goodness he cannot see your red face right now.

“I mean it ___,” Jungkook’s deep laugh rings over the phone, “Okay, I gotta go now, see you tomorrow!”

You say your goodbyes as you put down the phone.

You catch yourself unconsciously smiling a little too widely.

He’s going to be the death of you.

d-5

“_____~” Jungkook’s voice rings through the shop as the officers dropping him off gives you a wave, before leaving.

“Hi Kook,” You laugh, as he approaches you, hiding something behind his back.

“What are you hiding?” You ask as you watch his expression, can’t really tell what he’s feeling, nervous? Excited? Scared?

He’s definitely feeling everything you’ve listed.

Jungkook had spent his allowance on a flower necklace for you, but he didn’t tell you, or you’d gotten mad at him for spending so much money on your gift.

“Close your eyes,” Jungkook instructs you, as you listen obediently, shutting your eyes.

There’s a weight in your hands as Jungkook gently places the box into your hold.

“Okay, open them!”

You open your eyes, seeing the red velvet box in your hand as you gasp,

“Jungkook…. What did you get me? This is probably so expensive, you spent your allowance again right?” You’re rambling on and on,

“Stop nagging, just open it and accept my gift,” Jungkook whines, impatient that you’re still scolding him, not that he minds.

He makes you open the box,

You gasp again, picking up the silver flower necklace,

“This is so pretty, thank you Kook,”

He smiles at you, tips of his ears turn red.

“Still you didn’t have to spend-“

“Aish, just let me put it on you,” He cuts you off, taking the necklace from your hand and wrapping it around your neck.

“Pretty,” Jungkook mumbles to himself, as you agree with him, talking about how intricate the flower design was.

He was talking about you, not the necklace, but you don't need to know

Jungkook’s train of thought gets interrupted when he notices the pink plaster wrapped around your finger,

“What happened? Are you okay?” He worriedly grabs your hand, inspecting the plaster.

“It’s okay, I just snipped myself by accident,” You tell him, mentally cursing at yourself for foolishly making the mistake of not watching what you were cutting.

Jungkook leans his head down, pecking your finger as he brushes his thumb over it.

What

The

Fuck

Your eyes widen slightly, shocked at his sudden action.

Jungkook peers at you through his bangs, his hair grown out a little, as he smiles

You flick his forehead as he whines, clutching dramatically onto his head.

You laugh at his expression, ruffling his hair.

d-1

Jungkook is almost dreading tomorrow, his release date. Even though he should be happy, excited to be ‘free’, but the man has grown so attached to your presence, he doesn’t want to leave you.

“___?” Jungkook speaks, after both of you have been sitting together in comfortable silence.

“Yeah, Kook?” You look up at him, putting the foam away to listen to him.

“I’m kind of dreading tomorrow,” He mumbles, fiddling with his fingers again.

“Why?” You’re surprised, thinking that since it was a big day for him, you had thought that he would be excited,

“I don’t want to not spend time with you anymore, I can’t live without this,” Jungkook bites down on his lip, holding back his tears that begin to slowly form.

“You know we can still stay in contact, Kook, I’m not just gonna cut you off like that,” You tell him, and he nods.

“I know, but I want to be with you, I don’t want to just stay in contact with you, I want- Urgh how do I say this,”

He’s frustrated, drawing blood from his lip.

“I just, I can’t see my life without you, ___. I don’t want us to just be in contact, I want to be with you, I want you,” He’s rambling on without thinking about his words.

Jungkook curses under his breath for slipping up and confessing to you.

You’re grinning at him, “You want me? What do you mean?”

He knows what you’re doing, you're teasing a reaction out of him. Coaxing him to tell you exactly what he means, even though you know what he means.

“You know what I mean, ___”

“I don’t really know though,” You're playfully nudging him.

Jungkook’s had enough, fuck it, he didn’t want to confess like this but he can’t stop himself, you make him crazy.

The next thing you know, Jungkook’s lips are on yours, you feel the coldness of his lip ring as you lean into the kiss, heart thumping in your chest.

You wrap your hands around his neck, sighing into the kiss.

When Jungkook pulls away, he stares at you, there’s a boyish smile on his face.

“I really like you, ___” He whispers, face still in close proximity to yours

“Me too, Kook,” You laugh at his red face, as he groans, processing what happened.

“Fuck, I didn’t want to confess to you like this, I was planning for a huge thing, I planned what flowers I would give you, and everything, Oh fuck I should have-“

You cut him off with a peck on his lips, laughing in amusement at his endearing self.

“Koo, it’s okay,”

Jungkook sighs, scolding himself, but deep inside he’s going crazy.

“When I prepare the surprise confession, pretend none of this ever happened okay?”

Jungkook is serious, he’s already thinking about sharing a house with you, cooking for you, making flowers for you— okay maybe he’s taking it a little too far.

“Promise,” You stretch out your pinky finger, as Jungkook happily wraps his around yours, sealing the promise.

“My flower girl,” He mumbles as he buries his head into your neck, pecking the skin delicately.

You're laughing and squirming at how ticklish it was, and Jungkook playfully pinches your waist, making you squeal.

“Ow!” You whine dramatically, as Jungkook rubs his fingers over the spot, kissing your lips in apology.

“Sorry, been waiting too long to make you my girlfriend, you don’t know what you do to me,” Jungkook’s cheesily smiling at you, as you squish his cheek, smiling back at him.

Your moment is interrupted again when the front bell rings, Jungkook jumping up from his spot on the couch to greet the customer.

He doesn’t forget to give you a playful wink before attending to the man who’s admiring the flowers on display.

After the shop closes, you and Jungkook stay in the shop, working on a pretty bouquet, for his mum, as he focuses hard on making it perfect.

Between making the flowers and exchanging sweet nothings, Jungkook thanks whoever is above for letting him meet you, his life, his meaning and now, his girl.

d-day

It’s the day of Jungkook’s release, and when the court officially announces that he’s free, the first place he goes to is the shop, looking for you.

“Jagi?” He calls out, as he enters through the back door, that’s always open.

There’s no reply, and when he walks further into the shop, he sees your sleeping figure hunched over the counter, hair over your face.

He coos silently, brushing the hair out of your face.

Jungkook pulls out his new phone, finally being able to have his own now that he’s done with his sentence.

He snaps a picture of you, replacing the automatic background to the picture.

His first picture on his new phone was you, his first wallpaper was you.

Jungkook was crazy for you.

He accidentally knocks his chunky shoes against the counter, making you stir in your sleep.

When you open your eyes, there’s a familiar man standing in front of you.

It’s Jungkook, he’s here.

“Kook!” You jump up, hugging him tightly as Jungkook laughs, hugging you tightly back.

“Congrats on your big day, we should celebrate it!” You tiptoe, pecking his lips before pulling away.

Jungkook chases your lips for another kiss, passionately kissing you.

“I’ll pick you later at 6?” He mumbles against your lips, swaying both your bodies as he laughs.

“Sure, now go bring this to your mum, tell me how it goes okay?” You push the bouquet into his hands, as he salutes to you playfully, telling you he’ll text you when he’s about to pick you up.

You smile as you watch Jungkook walk out the back door.

Its currently 6pm as you close up the shop, locking the doors and shutting the computer down, there’s a pair of arms that creep up behind you, wrapping around your waist.

You gasp, shocked at the sudden touch.

“Baby! You scared me!” You whine, turning around as you hug Jungkook.

“Sorry, wanted to surprise you,” Jungkook pecks your lips.

You admire him, noticing he’s dressed up, hair styled and everything.

“I like this Jungkook,” You smoothen out his shirt, smiling at him.

“Yeah? I tried to style my hair, but I haven’t done it in a long time,” He scratches the back of his neck.

“It’s perfect, Kook”

Jungkook takes you through the back door, he helps you lock up the shop, as you turn to see a black Mercedes light up when he clicks the button on his car key.

Your jaw drops to the floor.

“Hah, my dad gave it to me for my 18th birthday, he owns a big company so he managed to buy me this as a huge coming-of-age gift, haven’t driven this in a long time though,” Jungkook explains, he taps the hood of the car as he stares longingly at it.

“My boyfriend drives a mercedes?” You taunt him, as your boyfriend laughs.

It’s a little weird now calling him your boyfriend, but you like it. It just feels a little foreign and makes your stomach do flips.

“Yeah, and your boyfriend is also taking over his father’s company in a few years time,” Jungkook takes your hands into his, as you exclaim, jumping in excitement.

“Really? That’s awesome Kook, can’t believe you're progressing so quickly!”

Jungkook finds your excitement adorable, he has to even calm you down when you begin to shake his hands, over the moon that he’s succeeding so quickly.

“Thanks Jagi,” Jungkook laughs, opening the passenger seat for you.

He takes you to this fancy restaurant, tells you to close your eyes when you complain about how pricey the food was.

“Oh my goodness, 10 bucks for bread? That’s insane,”

Jungkook takes your hand, kissing it from across the table,

“Wanna spoil my girl, just close your eyes when picking the food Jagi,”

You roll your eyes at him as he laughs.

“This was suppose to be about you though,”

“I’m happy whenever you’re happy”

Jungkook smiles lovingly at you

You and your boyfriend eat together, laughing and sharing sweet stories with each other. You tear up a little when Jungkook tells you his mum’s reaction to the flowers, how she had cried and hugged him.

He doesn’t tell you that he cried too, but you can probably tell he would have.

“I spent really long decorating my whole apartment so be prepared for a grand surprise,”

Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows, teasing you as his hand stays on the door handle of his apartment, not opening it.

“Okay I’m ready Kook,” You chuckle, a little nervous on what to expect.

When Jungkook opens the door, you gasp loudly, eyes immediately tearing up as you see rose petals all over the floor, candles lit up, forming a path to walk into the hallway.

There’s romantic music playing, there’s little desserts on the table, you notice the table cloth he has put over the table too.

“Baby,” You turn around to hug Jungkook, who’s shocked by your crying.

“Why are you crying Jagi?” He wipes the tears rolling down your face, smiling at you.

“I love it so much Jungkook, I love you so much, thank you,” He leans down to kiss you, as tears continue to stream down your face.

You’re so happy, you could cry. You are crying out of happiness.

“Okay follow the petals,” Jungkook gently nudges you to walk, as he trails behind you, heart thumping in his chest as you walk into his room.

There’s a huge banner hanging above his bed, held up by strings attached to his window grill and his cupboard:

Will you be my flower girl?

More tears overwhelm you, you spot a huge bouquet of carnations sitting on the bed, there’s a note attached to each flower.

“Jungkook,” You sob, hugging him as you kiss him again.

“Jagi, why are you crying so much huh,” He laughs, endearingly wiping away every tear that flows out of your eyes.

“I love you so much, this is so much,” You laugh between tears.

“I love you too, now read the notes,” He gestures to the flowers.

You open each note, reading it:

The first time I met you, I was enchanted by you, the way you patiently taught me how to do stuff, the way your laugh sounds, the way you smiled at me

You take the next note attached to the other carnation,

When I saw a coffee cup sitting near the counter on the first day I arrived, so I made sure to remember your order that was printed on the cup, and I bought you the coffee

The next note came:

When you accidentally cut your finger that day, I cursed at myself for not being there to protect you, I wanted to protect you from all danger, to not let you get hurt

And the next:

I felt so sad when I counted down the days I was about to leave, I didn’t want to leave your side, you became a part of my life, a part of me.

Another one:

While you counted down the days to me leaving, I counted down the days to when I would confess to you, but you didn’t know.

The last one:

____, I want you in my life, I love you so fucking much, you make me crazy, you make me want to do anything and everything to make you happy. I want to live with you forever, to have a home with you, to have a family, to be with you until we’re old and wrinkly. Although I’m sure you’ll always be as pretty as you are, even as an old lady ;)

I want you to be my flower girl

Love,

Jungkook

#jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook ff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #bts #bts ff #bts fic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagines #boyfriend jungkook

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serialkilluh1996 · 4 months ago

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☠︎︎𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄☠︎︎

Possessive-Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female-Reader

Request (summarized): Possessive!Boyfriend!Ghost

Requested anonymously

Themes: fluff

୨୧ Stay in for the night. Ghost doesn't want you to go out alone. Besides, he'll spoil you rotten anyway. ୨୧

CW: use of '☆☆☆' in place of reader's name, implied age gap (it's up to you how big it is) possessive behavior (obviously),Ghost is a little rough with you, mentions of drugging, Contact me if I need to add more.

Ghost had issues. Mommy issues, daddy issues, anger issues; you name it, he's struggling with it. But, God, did my guy have trust issues. He had a habit of checking both your phones for the time just in case one of your devices were off by a minute or so. He initially couldn't help being this way. He's just so anxious. And it makes him...possessive.

Ghost sits leaned back on the couch, legs spread like warm butter on a pancake, still in uniform as he was too lazy tired to take it off. His hands are clasped together as he stares blankly at the TV, not even fully focused on whatever bullshit 90s romcom rerun was playing. He couldn't think about that right now. Not knowing you were in the other room, doing God knows what.

Simon had a heavy urge to burst in to see what you were doing, wondering if he'd find you sexting some random guy on tumblr (or whatever other social media platforms you had), but he knows even the slight implication that he thinks you're cheating will piss you off, so he stays in place, brown eyes hazed with thought.

His head whips instantly, his mind processing as you walk past him in some skimpy cheetah print (favorite color) dress, some chunky black heels, and your favorite necklace. He gruffs lowly, standing to his feet as you reach for the door.

He grabs your hand, turning you around.

"Where're you goin'?" His voice is low, yet animated, pointing out his frustration at your lack of even acknowledging your own boyfriend's presence. "Out." You answer flatly.

Ooh, he did NOT like your attitude. His grip on your wrist tightens. "Aren't you a smartass? Out where, love?" His tone is more sarcastic. "My friend's house. She's throwing a party." You respind, now frowning at his grasp on you.

Oh. Hell. No.

"Tell her you can't make it." "What?" "Ya heard me, love. Cancel. You're not going." He looks down at you, his towering stature adding a certain predatory feel to his serious gaze. "You can't decide if I go. You're not my dad." You pouted.

His brows loosen at that, eyes widening a bit. "You always do this, Simon. I'm not your little girl, I'm a grown damn woman. You think you can just boss me around cause I'm younger and shorter than you but you cannot keep doing this to me. You keep me locked in this house like a pet. You don't trust me." You snatch your hand away, folding your arms.

"...☆☆☆... baby. I do trust you. You're the only one I trust. It's everyone else I'm worried about. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let you go out and something bad happens when I can prevent it." He explains, his hands easing into his pockets with guilt. He knows your right. He's always like this. Keeping you on such a tight leash.

You sigh, your gaze flickering between his eyes, seeing the shame. He was like a puppy being scolded for chewing to shoes. "...fine. I'll stay." You give in, walking past him and back up the stairs. He sighs, turning to watch you leave.

You lay in bed, arms folded as Ghost rests his head on your tummy. He looks up at you, pretty brown eyes filled with love as his thumbs caresses your hips. He's finally in something more comfortable, the fabric of his shirt between your thighs feeling oh so warm and cozy.

Neither of you spoke a weird, unsure if you were even able to talk to eachother. You were still a little cranky about his attitude, and he was still trying to suppress the guilt of pressuring you to stay.

"I'll make it up to you, love." "I'm sure you will." You respond flatly. "Don't be so uptight. I'll take you to your favorite restaurant tomorrow and we can get you a new band shirt from Spencer's." He rubs a hand across your stomach. "Bribery doesn't work on me, Simon." You turn away.

"I'll add on a new handbag and a little sweet treat too." He offers in a singsong voice. "Well,...I do want a little sweet treat." You run a hand through his dusty blonde hair. "Good." He squeezes your hips. "I'll buy you anything you want as long as you let me keep you safe." He smirks. You couldn't be mad at him forever. Not when he was so cunning.

୨୧ You can support me by liking, commenting, reblogging, and/or cashapping me @fundsbrownie. Donations are optional, but much appreciated. Have fun! And remember, take care of yourself.

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eth-edwards-73 · 6 months ago

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can i request a kenan yildiz one? where him and reader have a heated fight in the morning but in the evening they had planned a date beforehand, they still intended to go and when they are getting ready he cant do his tie as usual and reader helps him with that and somewhat they forget the argument they had that morning, hope this is enough to sparkle your imagination! and thank you <3

So this was a little late but it's fine

Afterthought

Kenan Yildiz x reader warnings: none, just some fluff

You and Kenan had had an argument, like you often did now. All of the arguments started the same, with Kenan overworking himself and with you doing everything at a slow pace. Normally it’d just be the two of you creating some space between each other and letting it rest but today you two had a date planned at an upstage restaurant that charged cancellation fees so not going wasn’t really an option.

You had started getting ready very early like you usually do, taking an everything shower, giving your hair some extra attention and starting on your makeup very early so that you could go as slow as you wanted while listening to some music. You were done with your makeup way earlier than you expected but you didn’t really mind it much since now you had more time to pick out an outfit.

The dress was something you had picked out in advance and had bought for the occasion so that wasn’t something to worry about, what you did have to worry about were the shoes and the other accessories you wanted to pair with the outfit.

With your nails freshly done you decided that matching the shoes to the nails was the way to go so wine red stilettos it was. You concluded that you wanted the attention to be on the dress and not on the jewelry so you stuck with some small, chunky hoop earrings and a few dainty rings.

As you were almost done with putting on your outfit you noticed Kenan struggling with his tie. Usually you’d tie it for him but since the situation was still tense, you settled on waiting a little longer before stepping in to help him.

In the end the ask for help or to help didn’t come from you but from him. He turned around with a soft sigh, his eyes pleading but you waited for him to explicitly ask you for your help.

“Liebe, can you please help me with my tie?” He softly asks you, nervously fiddling with the fabric of the tie as if he’s afraid you’re going to refuse. “Sure, Kenan.” You reply with an equally soft tone, approaching him and quietly beginning on his tie, he looks like he wants to say something but the second his lips part he stops himself. “Talk to me.” You whisper, encouraging him to talk about what he’s feeling and thinking and he swallows before nodding, his hand finding the hem of your dress and fiddles with it, a nervous tic.

“I’m sorry..” He starts, his voice trailing off as he tries to find words. “I’m sorry about calling you lazy and slow, it wasn’t fair towards you because you’re not lazy or slow, we just work at different paces.” He tells you a little more confidently and your heart softens a little, skipping a beat. “I don’t know why i said it, i was just frustrated and everything was just pent up and i snapped and i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have snapped at you, it wasn’t okay and i hope you can forgive me.” He tells you, his fingers brushing against your upper thigh as he continues fiddling with the hem of your dress. You finish tying his tie and you gently pull his face down because the height difference is height differencing and you gently press a kiss to his forehead.

“Of course I forgive you, I'm sorry for yelling back.” You tell him, looking into his eyes with a soft smile on your face, moments like these make you fall in love with him all over again.

“You look beautiful in that dress.” He mutters as he admires your body in the dress you had chosen. He adores you, every part of you, even the things you’re insecure about. He loves the way you look and he wouldn’t want you any other way than the way you feel most comfortable with considering looks.

“Thank you, love.” You reply, looking up at him with adoration before pecking his lips. “Let’s get to that reservation, wouldn’t want to be late.” You tell him with a grin, before pulling him out of the bedroom and down the stairs all the while giggling, your hands intertwined as much as your souls are.

And this again proves that everything will truly be alright even though sometimes it doesn’t feel like it will.

So i've been trying to lace in some positivity to body and mental health into my posts, i'm not sure if it's noticable but i've been trying and i hope that it reaches the people who need it the most because even though it might not feel like it, there's someone out there who cares about you

(and if you really think no one does think again because it's me, i care about all of you)

but i just want everyone to feel loved and special

anyways this request was from i think two or three weeks ago so sorry for the lateness i was just a little busy with everything going on in my life

and i promise the other request will also be written very soon

lots of love xx me

(oh and also for the dress i was imagining the Halter Backless Satin Mini Dress in white from Bosom Blouse but you can picture any dress really)

#kenan yildiz #yildiz #kenan yildiz x reader #kenan #soccer #kenan yildiz fluff #eth edwards 73 thoughts

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iadoreneteyam · 2 years ago

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e!1610 miles w/ a Y2K girlfriend who everyone loves

e!1610 miles who spend his nights in bed texting his girlfriend while kicking his feet back and forth like a teenage girl in an 80's movie

e!1610 miles who practically skips to school the morning after texting his girlfriend

e!1610 miles who can immediately pick his girlfriend out in a crowd due to her abundance of accessories

e!1610 miles that couldn’t understand why a pretty popular fashionable girl would wanna date the kid who made a public humiliation of himself his first day

e!1610 miles who remembers that the same day he watched his girlfriend sit at a table that had way to many chairs at it

e!1610 miles who also remembers the first time his girlfriend talked to him and told him “nice shoes”

e!1610 miles who loves the fact that,despite the strict dress code uniforms at visions, his girlfriend always manages to express herself through her clothes

e!1610 miles who doesn’t know how in the world his girlfriend made it through the front door without getting dress coded for her obnoxiously large heart earrings and the fact she switched out the boring uniform brown belt for one that was covered in jewels and swirly patterns

e!1610 miles who stuttered and stumbled over his words the minute his girlfriend brought up meeting his parents

e!1610 miles who is over the moon that his girlfriend sees their relationship good enough to reach the level of meeting parents

e!1610 miles who’s excitement immediately drops to the ground when he realizes that if his girlfriend meet his parents then he’ll have to meet yours

e!1610 miles who becomes undoubtedly nervous as he stares down at the ‘I’m outside’ text his girlfriend had just sent him

e!1610 miles who tries his best to rush to the door before his mom but ultimately fails

e!1610 miles who wants to nervously bite his nails dramatically like he was in a cartoon at the sight of his mother standing in front of his girlfriend with her hand on her hips

e!1610 miles who thanks god his girlfriend had sense enough to not call his parents by their first names

e!1610 miles who smiles so hard that his face was starting to hurt when he watched his girlfriend and his mother bond over each others outfits (I know for a fact that in the 2000’s when her and Jeff met she dressed up in the low rise jeans, chunky belts, tight baby tees, animal print bras, I’m talking the whole nine yards)

e!1610 rio morales who feels as she was transported into a time machine the second she saw miles’s girlfriend at her door

e!1610 miles who actually started to get scared when his mother pulled out their old photo album to show his girlfriend what he thought was gonna be his baby photos

e!1610 miles who is surprised that his mother completely skipped over the section in front that had his baby photos but instead went to the back that had pictures of his mom in college

e!1610 miles who becomes embarrassed when his father gets home from work and immediately starts berating you with questions his girlfriend’s future

e!1610 miles who was extremely happy that his father liked his girlfriend’s answer

e!1610 miles who decided it was time to go to his room when his mother actually did decide to flip back to the front of the photo album to show his girlfriend his baby photos

e!1610 rio morales who swore she had the same jeans with the exact pattern on the pockets miles’s girlfriend had on when she was younger

e!1610 miles who immediately attacks his girlfriend with kisses the minute they walk through the door for how well everything went

e!1610 miles who kisses his girlfriend hard on the lips when she says that she is happy that she doesn’t have to sneak in anymore

e!1610 miles who’s girlfriend scolds him for messing up her lip combo

e!1610 miles who is happy that his girlfriend was asleep when things in his room started floating and Gwen appeared above him

e!1610 miles who prays his girlfriend doesn’t wake up because this was not the way he wanted to tell his girlfriend about his secret identity

e!1610 miles who didn’t want to just ditch his girlfriend in his bed and hang out with Gwen

e!1610 miles who rushes Gwen into a nearby bathroom so he could wake his girlfriend up

e!1610 miles who wakes his girlfriend with a kiss on the cheek and whispers to her “since you met my parents maybe you should meet one of my friends. How do that sound, mamas?”

Miles’s girlfriend who knew that e!1610 miles only called her mamas when he really really wanted her to do something

e!1610 miles who lightly chuckles when his girlfriend says “ I met Ganke already, baby. We watched him play the last of us, remember?” and tries to go back to sleep

e!1610 miles who says “Nah mamas not Ganke, a different friend, Gwanda.”

e!1610 miles who silently tells Gwen to come out of the restroom

e!1610 miles who smiles with his girlfriend as they watch Gwen come out the bathroom awkwardly with her sweater wrapped tightly over her top half

e!1610 miles who is glad that his girlfriend didn’t seem to be upset that he had really sprung this on her out of nowhere

e!1610 miles who watched Gwen and his girlfriend talk

e!1610 miles who takes note that his girlfriend complimented Gwen teal converse so he had a gift idea for the future

e!1610 miles and his girlfriend who bid Gwen goodbye after a couple of hours

e!1610 miles who walks over to his dresser and pulled out a black tank top and a pair of hello kitty shorts along with some Spider-Man socks that he secretly got excited about when he swung by a shop and noticed he had an entire section inside

e!1610 miles who rolls his eyes when his girlfriend says “I’m not wearing mine unless you wear yours.” referring to the outfits he had just taken out

e!1610 miles who agrees and tells his girlfriend to “get yo cute ass up and in the shower.”

e!1610 miles who ends up having to pee and goes to shyly knock on the bathroom door

e!1610 miles who tightly covers his eyes when he walks in the bathroom and quickly washes his hands to leave

Miles’s girlfriend who smiles widely when she walks in from her shower and sees e!1610 miles laying in bed with his Spider-Man boxers and hello kitty socks that she had bought him for Christmas

e!1610 miles who giggles along with his girlfriend when he tells her that it’s close enough to what she was wearing

e!1610 miles who brings his girlfriend close to him and drapes her leg over his waist

e!1610 miles who continuously rubs his girlfriend’s thigh slowly lulling her to sleep

e!1610 miles who in a sleepy haze kisses his girlfriend’s forehead as he falls asleep

#across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #miles morales #miles morales x reader #earth 1610 #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles fluff #earth 1610 miles x reader

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fbfh · 6 months ago

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I just read your rodrick heffley x reader hcs/drabbles and I NEED MORE OF YOUR SHORT!READER X RODRICK.

roddy has graduated from exclusively calling you shorty and shawty to calling you his backpack. he figured out you can carry stuff in your bra or non skin tight jeans or whatever and now insists on having you carry his stuff in exchange for piggy backs. it made you giggle like an idiot for a while, but then you started to grow really fond of it. no more barely being able to hear each other in crowds, no more getting fucking scoliosis from trying to kiss each other. now you're right there, chin on his shoulder talking and kissing him all day long. his big buff tatted (don't tell susan) drummer's arms can carry you like it's nothing, no matter how insecure you get about it. even if you get insecure he will literally start pick you up and flipping you like a swing dancer at a wedding so much that it makes your husband unable to recognize a pig in a nixon mask. (0:57)

you and roddy generally have such an april and andy vibe that if you do pull a sweater swap 1:27 his stretched out old loded diper shirt practically comes down to your knees and and your shirt barely coveres his nipples (which are also pierced. seriously don't tell susan.) he thinks you always look so pretty because he always sees you from that high up angle that makes you look all cute and adorable. he loves just pulling you into his lap and burying his face in your hair that's always so soft and smells like your shampoo and conditioner and on occasion that grape hair dye smell. roddy will always be the first to call out those "omg I'm so tiny and short and little!!!!" pick me girls. he takes so much pleasure in being like hmmm.... nah. they try to flirt with him, they put their hands against his and he sees through that shit in a second. he pushes the heel of their hand so it's actually level with his and chuckles.

"my shawty's fingers barely come up to here..." he laughs. I stand firm in my statement that he will place his hand on a pick me girl's head and line it up with him and be like "nah, my baby's way shorter and is actually short, I think you're just average height lol"

briefly circling back to the whole backpack thing roddy especially loves it when you wear those big chunky shoes that make you average height because you look cute, you like feeling tall, and he gets to carry you around when your feet get tired. honestly I think roddy just has a thing for super short girls. if he can't see the crown of your head when you're standing next to him he doesn't want it.

#drabbles #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley drabbles #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk #doawk x reader #doawk drabbles #rodrick x short!reader #short!reader #rodrick and his shawty bae

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pablitogavii · 7 months ago

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Happy Family 2

I woke up first smiling when I saw Pablo’s sleepy face on top of my chest. His big hand was literally holding my breast while he snored lightly. I couldn’t help the laugh escaping my mouth and waking him up in process.

“Hmm stop moving chiqui…” he groaned getting more comfortable and leaving a few light kisses on my neck and shoulder. I continued to giggle until he finally opened his eyes.

“Can’t you let me sleep?” He said looking up unable to prevent a smile when our eyes met.

“You are squishing me!” I say and he notices the hand placement slowly squeezing and making me blush and slap his hand away.

“Hmm we both know you like when I do that..” he smirked confidently and I felt my panties dampen..fuck he was good at this!

Just as he was about to kiss my lips did I hear Aurora calling my name while climbing upstairs and we both panicked. She can’t see her brother in this position with me right now!!? Mierda!

“Get under!” I told him raising the comforter which luckily was very thick and chunky. Hopefully she doesn’t pay close enough attention.

“Hmm being bold princesa…” Pablo was joking around but I gave him a glare and he quickly hid underneath the comforter now laying completely on top of me.

“You’re still in bed!? Breakfast is almost ready and we have classes later in the afternoon! Vamos!!” Aurora said and I promised to get up quickly before she left saying something about Pablo already being at training.

I moved the comforter and Pablo moved up finally capturing my lips like he wanted to do all morning.

“Not..that..I mind..but..don’t you have training right now..Pablito?” I said being interrupted by his kisses.

“Joder!!!” He was quickly on his feet brushing his hair out of his face and just as he was about to stand up did I grab his strong bicep.

“What are we doing Pablo??” I asked and he turned around and kissed my lips to shut me up.

“I want you chiqui, that’s all I know..see you at dinner” he kissed me before leaving my room and I was left there thinking of the moments from last night..I had to get some advice from my friends about this, after all they guessed it would happen.

Maria: you did what!!?? Omg girl!!

Tina: i knew it!! You all owe me 30$

Heather: shut up T! How was he!?

Me: guys, we just kissed and cuddled..but it was good..really good! I’m screwed!!!

Maria: yeah you are!! But exciting too. Let’s ft so you can tell us details!

During breakfast, Mr Gavira said Pablo forgot his shoes and asked Aurora to bring it to him. She groaned and I was quick to volunteer..I already wanted to see him and this was a good excuse to do so undercover.

“Are you sure querida? Don’t you have classes??” Belen asked and I nodded reassuring her that it was on my way to college.

“Bueno, muchas gracias!” She said and I smiled taking the bag from her.

“You’re late” Flick said and Gavi nodded knowing he will have additional laps after weight training..it was worth it..he could still smell me on his skin and taste me on his lips.

“Please tell me it’s because of a girl hermano??” Blade was nosy as always and Gavi told him to leave it be.

Last thing he expected was to see me walk in and call his name..his smile grew the moment my voice echoed through the gym(gif).

“Umm Gavi, I just need to give you something..” I said holding the bag of his shoes blushing hard when all the players were looking me from head to toe. Not to mention his arms looked so buff while he was pulling on weights.

“Que haces aquí, chiqui..miss me already huh?” He said pulling to the corner and backing me into the wall. I was breathing heavily as he was hovering over me. He looked so big compared to me right now.

“Umm I brought you shoes..” I was nervously giving him the bag and instead of taking it he moved a piece of my hair behind my ear looking down at my lips.

“Just that?” He said touching my cheek and I bit my lower lip moving close and pecking his lips before pulling away..that was not enough for the boy who grabbed my jaw and deepened the kiss.

“Thank you..joder you better go or I won’t be able to stop myself” he whispered after pulling away and I nodded now completely red before he finally took the bag from my hands.

“Gavi, Flick is going crazy..hola guapa” Hector said winking at me and I didn’t know what else to do in that moment but smile which Pablo didn’t like so much.

“I’ll be there soon.” He said waiting for Hector to leave with a clenched jaw calming down when I hugged him again.

“Héctor said you have a new girl, that true hermano?” Pedri was interested now too since the first thing he heard is how hot you are from Hector.

“Nah, it’s the new exchange student staying with us..she brought my shoes. Let’s train.” Pablo said knowing that he needed to lie about all of this, at least for now.

When dinner came, I felt very anxious sitting next to Pablo who was amused.

“How was the training hijo?” His dad asked

“It was intense, but easier with my shoes” he said turning to me as I blushed thinking of myself glued to that wall and him hovering over me.

“Yn saved you hermano..” Aurora said through giggle not knowing his right she was in that moment.

“Yeah, she did..” he said with his hand finding itsay in my thigh which made me jump.

“I need to go to bathroom, excuse me!” I ran away seeing him smirking. Damn it Gavi! When I walked out catching my breath, I was pulled by my waist into my room and kissed passionately.

“You were quick to run away chiqui..” he said out of breath and I nodded holding his shirt and pulling him into another kiss.

“You’re torturing me..” I said feeling his hands on my waist drawing invisible circles while I rested my head in the crook of his neck and closed my eyes.

“I need to go shower” he broke the silence still massaging my hips and I sighed looking up at him.

“Will you come later??” You ask with a blushed cheeks and he smirked nodding his head and kissing my lips.

“Once they fall asleep chiqui..” he said and I nodded wondering how long we will be able to keep this a secret.

I couldn’t fall sleep thinking when he will finally come..I knew how dangerous it was getting so addicted to him but I couldn’t control my desire. I laid there smelling him on my sheets hearing any sounds coming from the outside.

The more I waited the more my eyes fell heavy until I finally closed them. I felt the bed dip waking up quickly and turning around to see his smiling face.

“I thought you wouldn’t come..” I admitted and that thought alone made me pout which he found so adorable in that moment.

“And miss holding you like this and kissing these lips?” He said kissing me and we both smiled and got comfortable together.

Early in the morning, Pablo snuck out of my room not expecting to be caught by his dad who was very surprised to see his son there.

“Papá..” Pablo said quickly wearing his pajama shirt.

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straylightdream · 9 months ago

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what am I missing

act fourteen: “You better think of me.”

feat: bang chan x f.reader, seo changbin x f.reader, han jisung x f.reader

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

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Thursday night rolls around and Changbin makes a big deal about taking you out for a fancy date. You probably took too long deciding on what you should wear out. You decided on a dark dress and even wore a small pair of chunky heels.

When Changbin knocked on your door and you found him wearing a dress shirt that hug his muscular arms with a tie and pair of tight dress pants you knew you were fucked in the best way possibly. He looked absolutely mouth watering.

The moment his eyes traveled up and down your curvy body he told you how beautiful he thought you looked.

Arriving at the restaurant he held your hand leading the way to the table. He picked an upscale restaurant downtown.

Sipping on the glass of wine he ordered you both you can’t help but feel happy. He’s been asking you questions about your week and is now telling you about his week at the studio. He lights up when he’s talking about music and you can’t help but be happy for him.

He reaches across the table to take your hand in his. He drags his thumb across the delicate skin on your hand.

This date with Changbin feels like a natural night out for you. Maybe that’s because things with Changbin have always been easy. He’s always made you feel comfortable.

The whole entire dinner Changbin tells you how beautiful he thinks you are and any chance he gets he reaches across the table to grab your hand.

The moment the check arrives he pulls out his credit card before you even have a chance to think. When it’s time to leave he pulls out your chair and takes your hand leading you out of the beautiful restaurant.

Getting into the car you buckle up and fix your dress as Changbin starts the car.

Reaching over the glove compartment you grab his hand. You just want to be able to touch him. One thing that you love about the arrangement that has started with the boys is you’re happy you’re finally able to touch and admire Changbin the way you always wished you could.

“Should I take you home?” He asked.

“To your house or mine?” You don’t want this night to end. “I would prefer to take you to my house.”

“Okay.” He smiles.

The whole drive back to your place his hand rests on your thigh. The moment you arrive at your house Changbin gets out of his car quickly so he can open your door. He takes your hand leading your apartment.

Opening the front door you step inside and remove your shoes. You watch Changbin do the same. He pauses for a moment before he presses you against the front door. He kisses you like he’s been dying to get you alone.

He holds your face with both of his hands as he kisses you over and over again.

“I’m going to worship you,” he murmurs against your lips. Pulling away from you he stares at you with an intense look. All the oxygen feels like it’s been sucked out of the room. Reaching up you touch your lips. You feel drunk on Changbin's presence.

Silently he grabs your hand and leads you off to your. He moves you so you’re standing in front of your bed. His hand rests on your neck and he drags his thumb slowly across your delicate skin. Biting your bottom lip you try not to moan at his actions.

He pulls the thin straps down from your dress. “Take your bra off baby.” You follow his command. Your dress is pushed down leaving you bare from the waist up. He grips your hips pulling you close to him. He crashes his lips into yours for a searing kiss. His lips move across your jaw down the base of your neck.

His strong hands roam your soft body. He takes your breast in his hand gripping it roughly earning a gasp from you.

“How do you want to do it?” He asked.

“I thought you wanted to play with my vibrator?” You want to play along and show him you can be confident.

“Let's get you naked.” He wastes no time stripping away the rest of your clothes and his own.

“Are you sure you’re not using a condom?”

“I trust you.”

With your legs spread wide he sits between your legs. The pink vibrator in his hand has you excited for what to come. He runs his length through your wet folds. “Keep this leg on my shoulder.” He pats your thigh.

His first slow thrust into you leaves you gasping. Your hand grips the sheet below while he stays still.

He rolls his hips a few times slowly before he holds your pink vibrator against your clit. The feeling against your sensitive clit while he slowly stretches you out with each thrust leaves you feeling fuzzy from the inside out.

You can’t help but moan loudly. Your hands grip the sheets below you. You lift your hips meeting each of his thrust.

“Binnie,” you moan.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good,” he moans. He’s moving at a steady yet hard pace.

“Bin-,” your brain feels like mush. The only words you can seem to form is a mixture of swears and his name.

“Every time you play with this you better think of me.”

Your body feels alive as he’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

The look on his face as he pushes you over the edge is intoxicating. Your walls pull on his still hard cock as he continues to thrust into you.

He removes the pink vibrator and quickly pulls out. He pumps his length over you. You watch him with a blissed out expression as he paints your mount and stomach with his release. He sits back on his hunches taking slow deep breaths as he comes down from his high.

“I need to clean you up.”

Without saying another word he quickly gets off the bed and walks off into the bathroom. He returns holding a warm rag. He gently removes his release before walking off toward the bathroom still naked.

Silently you watch him as he comes back into the room.

He crawls back into your bed and moves closer to you. He kisses you gently and pulls away smiling.

“You are so special,” he whispers as he lays on his back staring at the ceiling.

Laying in bed you stare at Changbin. You can’t help the feeling in your chest. No matter how badly you wished it wasn’t true you were falling for him.

AN: sorry it’s been so long since I have updated. Life has been hard and I’ve been struggling with writers block.

Please let me know what you guys think is gonna happen and which boy are you rooting for?

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french-goodbye · 1 year ago

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If you want it good, downright iconic

Summary: your third date with Eddie goes even better than expected.

Warnings: kissing, masturbating. 18+, MINORS DNI.

Notes: title from Gibson Girls by Ethel Cain bc Eddie would’ve loved preacher’s daughter.

The first time Eddie asked you out, you were honestly surprised.

He now had been regularly dropping by the record store where you work, all smiles and fleeting touches, usually backed by silly teasing jokes. At the beginning you thought he might’ve liked you, but then two months went by and you thought to yourself that if he was interested, he would’ve definitely asked you out by now… right?

Turns out you were wrong and he was just bidding his time to make sure you were interest before he made a move. That happened a month ago, when he stopped by the store in his usual leather jacket and a pretty wildflower bouquet in his hands, and nervously asked if you wanted to hang out sometime.

“Like a date?” you’d asked hopefully, considering the huge crush you’d been nursing on him ever since he first walked into the store, chains hanging from his black jeans and chunky silver rings.

“If you want it to be” was all he said, fiddling with those same rings on his fingers.

Now after two official dates and many non official hang outs, he was taking you on your third one. The two of you had decided on watching the movie Halloween on the drive in by the edge of town and he had picked you up at your house earlier that night, a beaming smile on his face and a bag full of your favorite snacks on the passenger seat. Then, you couldn’t be bothered to hide your desire to squish his cheeks together and press kisses to his face until he was flushing red and pushing you away, claiming you’d be late for the movie.

After the movie, he had invited you to his trailer claiming his his uncle was on the night shift at work once more and that “he needed you to hold his hand because of how scary the movie was”. Of course you said yes, and that’s how you found yourself being led to his trailer, his hand clasped in yours swinging between your bodies.

You’re not stupid. You know what the third date usually entails, and the fact that Eddie invited you to his house when his uncle isn’t home just all but guarantees he’s thinking the same thing. It’s not like you can reprimand him for that either, since he took the first step and asked you out, you haven’t been exactly shy on telling him how attracted to him you are.

You’ve kissed enough times by now to know what he likes and what he doesn’t, but tonight was the farthest you’ve ever gone. The darkness of the drive in and the privacy of his van making it so, so easy for you to climb over the gear shift of his van and onto his lap and kiss him, kiss him, kiss him, until his van’s windows were foggy and your lips were red and spit slicked and you could feel his hardness poking your thigh for a second, before he readjusted you on his lap as Michael Myers killed Laurie’s friends behind you.

“I really don’t understand why people always die after having sex in horror movies” you complain as you take off our shoes by the front door, his hand on your elbow so you don’t loose your balance. “It’s such a puritanical take.”

“It’s the satanic panic, sweetheart. Can’t have teenagers having pre marital sex” he answers as he toes off his own sneakers and guides you to his now familiar room, that you came to know at your other non official dates, when he had forced you to come over to listen to the new Metallica album and to watch him play guitar for you.

“It’s stupid, it’s what it is” you complain, walking into his room like you own the place. You start removing your jewelry and putting it on top of his dresser.

“Oh, so you are having pre marital sex, sweetheart?” His eyes are almost dancing and he’s wiggling his brows suggestively, teasing you.

Despite his teasing jokes, you can’t help the knot that tightens in your stomach just by thinking of sex and Eddie Munson in the same sentence. You want so bad to find out everything that makes him tick, how he likes to be touched and how he’d sound if you touched him. Tonight had been the farthest you ever got together, as you sat on his lap and felt his half hard cock almost burn a whole through your dress and felt him give you a particularly nasty hickey on your neck.

You throw him a bored glance over your shoulder, trying to smother the fire in your belly as he walks closer, cornering you against his desk as his chest presses to yours.

“Is that your way of asking if I’m gonna have sex with you?” you ask boldly, but smiling and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Since it’s our third date and all.”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t wanna do that” he shakes his head vehemently and you raise your brows. “I mean, you just said people who have sex in horror movies die. I’d never risk my life like that.”

“So you’d risk mine?” You scoff indignantly.

He shrugs, “yeah, sure. Why not?”

“You wouldn’t survive even if you didn’t have sex anyway” you sulk playfully, feeling his hands reach for your waist and pull you closer.

“Excuse me? I resent that statement.”

“You’re the town’s satanist, remember? You’re the first suspect,” you explain as he walks backwards towards his bed, turning you around when he’s close enough and pushing you around until the mattress hits your knees. “You gotta die so people can be sure you aren’t really the killer.”

“What about you? Are you the pretty girl who survives despite it all?” He asks, his nose rubbing against yours and his lips so, so close.

“It depends…” you begin. “Are you gonna make a move on me or are we just talking about horror movie tropes all night?”

He laughs loudly, gently pushing you backwards until you fall and bounce on his bed, squealing loudly as you do. He immediately throws himself on the bed and crawls after you.

“Oh, we’re feeling feisty today, aren’t we?” He asks, kneeling as you your legs spread wider so he can slot himself in the space between them.

“I’ve been waiting long enough for you, Munson” you tease.

“Excuse me? You could’ve made a move! What about feminism?” He complains, lowering himself until he’s on top of you and his hips are pressed between your legs and you can feel his half hard cock from your time at the drive in probing your inner thigh.

“I’m a lady!” you protest, your hands climbing up his back to pull him impossibly closer. “We don’t do that”

He smiles but leans closer and closer, until his lips brush yours, but still doesn’t kiss you. You try to kiss him but he dodges you, one of his hands sinking into the hair at nape of your neck to tug it and pull you away as he holds himself up with his other hand.

“Beg for it then, little lady”

“Eddie-“ you whine, trying to kiss him again as he grips your hair to stop you almost forcefully.

“Say please for me?” He asks pressing a wet kiss to each of your cheeks gently, a stark contrast to his hand on your hair.

“Please, Eddie. Please kiss me.” You beg, scrunching your brows almost a little desperately.

He smirks smugly but obliges, leaning down to kiss you and releasing the hold he has on your hair. You brush your tongue against his bottom lip and he lets you in, making your nails dig on his back and your legs spread open even wider so you can feel more of him.

His hand slips under your skirt and he grabs your ass, squeezing one of your butt cheeks hard. You whine underneath him, grinding your hips against his.

“Wanted you like this for so long.” He whispers when he breaks the kiss, rolling his hips to meet yours and finding you so hot and warm he can feel it through his jeans.

“Not longer than me.” You answer, wrapping your legs around his hips. “I’ve wanted to do this since you walked into the store.”

“Why do you think I walked in in the first place?” He murmurs against your lips, guiding your hips to meet his through layers of underwear and denim.

You feel infinitely more attracted to him at his admission and tug on his hair so you can kiss him again, again and again for what feels like hours, until you’re soaking through your underwear and his cock is rubbing a spectacularly good place around your clit.

He breaks the kiss to mouth on your neck, going lower until he’s reaching the neckline of your dress and sucking a mark bellow your collarbone.

“Thought so much about this,” you babble, your fingers sinking into his hair to keep his mouth on your cleavage, not really thinking about anything else but him. “Touched myself thinking about this.”

He immediately freezes on top of you and you regret your words as he pulls his mouth from your neck to see your face.

“Did you really?” He asks breathlessly.

“Yeah… is that- is that weird?” You ask self consciously and his hand shift from your ass to rub on your hip soothingly.

“Did you forget who you’re talking to? I’m the town freak,” he scoffs, squeezing your hip reassuringly. “That’s actually really fucking hot”

“You think so?” You ask, fiddling with his hair.

“Definitely” he nods rapidly, making his hair fly all over his face. You’re laughing quietly when he kisses you forcefully, but quickly. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“What did you think about when you touched yourself?”

“Eddieee-“ you whine, hiding your face in your hands.

“No, come on. Don’t hide from me.” He begs, pulling your hands away and holding them between his own.

“That’s embarrassing” you complain, playing with the rings still on his fingers.

“Why?” He shrugs. “I’ve done the same thing.”

You still, your brows raising in interest “you did?”

“Yeah,” he stammers, suddenly shy himself. “Is that weird?”

“No” you answer honestly, a hot star burning in your belly thinking about it. Thinking about him all alone in his room, getting hard and fisting his cock just at the mere thought of you, trying to keep quiet so his uncle can’t hear him. “What did you think about?”

“You,” he shrugs. You look at him curiously and he shrugs again. “What you’d sound like, what you’d look like if I got my hands on you… you know.”

“What else?”

“Why I am the only one baring my soul here?” He asks suddenly, his cheeks red and looking at you accusatorially.

“Sorry,” you say, scrunching your face in thought. “That’s not fair, is it?”

He shakes his head in no, “why don’t we make it a game? I tell you something and you tell me something?”

That sounds fair, you think to yourself. You do wanna know more, curiosity gnawing at your stomach to find out what he thought about you, if they’re the same things you did, if your fantasies match his.

“Fine” you agree, finally.

“So…” he teases, booping your nose playfully. “What did you think about?”

You look at him for a second, his bright brown eyes and flushed cheeks and his earnest expression. And you know in your heart Eddie would never betray you or shame you for whatever you’re about to say or do here in his room. Everything that happens in the private space between you is staying where it should be.

“Okay…” you begin, not sure where to start. “I thought about your fingers rubbing my clit, about how you’d feel with your head between my thighs.”

He looks like you’ve just told him Christmas came earlier, his hips unconsciously jerking against yours and the pressure of his grip on your hips increasing. You sigh and your hands climb up his arms to his back, rubbing your hands between his shoulder blades.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot” he splutters, his hips still moving slowly on top of yours and his hand digging, tightening his hold on your bare hips. “I thought about that too…how you’d like it, what you’d sound like. Thought about how you’d look with my cock in your mouth, with my cum on your tits.”

“I bet you looked so fucking good jerking off”

He suddenly leans down to kiss you again, all tongue and teeth, his hips still driving against yours. He roughly pulls away when you’re both breathless and you’re almost feeling dazed.

“Why don’t you show me what you look like when you touch yourself, pretty girl?” He murmurs, his lips still brushing against yours and tucking some loose hair behind your ear.

You nod avidly, wanting nothing but to relieve the pressure building in your lower stomach and to put on a show for him, show him what you could’ve been doing all this time if either of you had just made a move sooner. He leans away to be able to see all of you, his hands spreading your thighs when he kneels between them.

You slide your hand down your belly, lifting your dress up to your waist so your lower half is exposed. He watches avidly, following your fingers as you slip them under your underwear and find yourself wet and swollen, a moan leaving your lips at the feeling of finally being touched.

“The first time I touched myself thinking about you,” you begin, your previous shame turning into hot liquid licking down your spine at the way he’s looking at you right now. “Was after you told me you were in a band. You know what they say about guitarists, right? I kept thinking if that was true”

He exhales a laugh through his nose, pushing his hair away from his face. He squeezes your thigh meanly, like molding bread underneath his fingertips.

“You’ll find out” he promises.

“Can I take these off?” You complain, already pushing your underwear down your legs with his help and quickly getting rid of your dress too, baring yourself completely to him since you’re not wearing a bra. He casually throws your clothes over his shoulder, not caring where or how they land, his whole focus on you as he sprawls you open, forcing your thighs against his sheets so he can see your bare pussy, his hands spreading your legs so wide it almost aches.

You smear your wetness around your entrance to your clit and start rubbing it under your fingertips, slowly building a rhythm that leaves you breathless.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Such a pretty pussy, why’d keep it away from me for so long?”

He swiftly pulls his shirt over the back of his head, exposing miles of pale and inked skin. You barely have time admire him as he comes closer, so close you can feel his hard cock against the back of your hand over denim, one of his hands shifting up your thigh to brush his thumb over your ribs.

“Can I…?” He starts, looking intently at your breasts and you interrupt him.

“Yes, yes” you breathe out and increase the speed of your fingers over your clit, as he slides his hands up to experimentally brush his thumb over your nipple.

“Fuck, have been dying to get my hands on them” he admits, cupping the weight of your breast on his hands and then pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Looked so pretty with those tank tops, almost couldn’t stop looking”

You mewl underneath him, the feeling of his body so close, his fingers pulling and twisting your nipples and the knowledge of what you’re doing to him making you climb to your peak faster than usual. He takes notice of the way your hips are moving in time with your hand and squeezes your nipple harder, leaning down until you’re face to face.

“You’re gonna cum, sweet thing? Come on, show me how pretty you look when you cum for me.”

Your free hand pulls him closer by the neck so you can kiss him, exhaling into his mouth as you furiously rub your clit. Nothing but thoughts of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie echoing through your mind. He guides you through your high, whispering sweet nothings against your mouth, pressing his lips to your cheeks, your nose, your forehead as his hips grinding against your thigh.

When you’re finally done, your fingers moving away from your clit because of the sensitivity and his arms thrown over you as he lays on the spot next you, watching you in awe like you just played the sickest guitar riff ever.

“I knew you incredible before,” he says, his fingers stroking the skin of your ribs, tracing the bone underneath. “But damn, sweetheart.”

“Shut up” you complain laughingly, turning on your side to see him. His face is bright red, like he just came back from a run and his hair’s incredibly messy, more than usual and his brown eyes are so, so bright and happy.

You can’t help but lean over to press a kiss to his lips, a lingering one that goes on for a long time. The previously put out embers in your belly lighting up a fire again. You’re starting to slip your hand down his body to cup his erection when he stops you. You pull away to look at him questioning until you notice how shifty he is, and you look at his crotch only to find a wet spot there.

“Did you just…?” You begin.

“Y-yeah… listen, sweetheart, I’m sorry-” you interrupt before he can continue apologizing, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“That’s so fucking hot.” you claim matter-of-factly, still suffocating him with quick kisses on his lips.

“There’s no way you think that, you don’t have to spare my feelings-“

“Excuse me? I think the fact you were so turned on over me touching myself you came in your pants so incredibly fucking hot, thank you very much” you climb over him, straddling his body in all your naked glory and his eyes can’t seem to be able to stop roaming your body, his eyes constantly shifting from your tits, to your belly, to your hips and to your mound.

“Okay, okay. If you think so, sweetheart” he says appeasingly, his hands coming up to rest on your hips. You lean down again until you’re face to face and you can kiss his lips wetly.

“When does your uncle get home again?” You ask between kisses.

“Around 7am… why?”

You pull away to see his face and you can’t contain the beaming smile taking over yours.

“How long until you can get going again?” You question, slowly moving your hips on top of him. He watches you eagerly.

“Not long,” he answer and you can feel the damp patch of denim underneath you getting wetter as you grind against him. You also can distinctly feel his cock twitching through his underwear. “With the way you’re all over me”

You throw your head back in laughter and he digs his fingers on your hips painfully.

“Then maybe you can show me what exactly you were thinking about when you jerked off… something about my mouth on your cock and your cum on my tits?”

“You’re fucking perfect” he states seriously, like you’re the best thing since sliced bread. He pulls you down until he’s hungrily kissing you, all tongue and teeth and way too wet, but you can’t really complain.

Turns out, he doesn’t really need that long to get hard again. Who would’ve thought?

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