#girl i thought it was gonna be a 2k drabble i didn’t know it was gonna be a fic… idk HOW many words it’s gonna be 😭

[gothsuguru]

cult geto fic is at 4K words and i’m nowhere NEAR done nor have i even gotten to the meat and bones of their conversations……..… like i didn’t expect this………………

[princessbrunette]

OKAY WAIT- can we pretty pls have ur thoughts on the pussy throb moment but w rafey?? cause i honestly feel like you’d be trying to lock in and ignore it outta sheer embarrassment and not wanting to interrupt him but he just smells so good and his hands and thighs r just so big and yummy so u can’t stop ur body from reacting and him being his cocky self would ofc be all like “you think i can’t tell when my girl needs me?? you’re not slick babe🤨😑” tysm if so, the jj drabble was just tew good i needa hear it w my man 🤭

— with love, 🏵️<3

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rafe didn’t consider himself much of a gamer, but every so often he’d indulge — xbox controller in his grip as he’d play some kind of sports game, 2K to be exact, muttering to himself about how topper was fucking up the team or how kelce was taking all his shots.

you being you, had to be on him at all times — just not understanding why on earth he’d rather play his stupid game with his friends online instead of give you all his attention, despite spending the entire day with you at the beach — but that doesn’t matter! you were back at tannyhill now, and you needed your fix of rafes dick so you’d be able to sleep properly that night.

he rests his controller on your ass as he plays, laying forward on his lap in your booty shorts, covered cunt feeling the lengthy weight of him in his post-shower-sweatpants snug against you. you bite your lip each time he jolts at a bad play, swearing under his breath.

“raaafe, when are you gonna be done playing?” you don’t wanna nag, but you missed his attention and you needed to be out of your shorts soon because you just couldn’t take it. maybe it was because he’d been so good to you all day, you were feeling spoiled.

“soon, a’ight lemme just — lemme just finish this.” his response is noncommittal, trailing off in concentration towards the end. as he plays, he takes a couple of seconds to adjust on the bed, getting more comfortable against the headboard and inadvertently lifts his hips up, spreading his legs beneath you a little more — all but pressing his natural bulge harder into your cunt for a moment making you sigh out.

you’re silent, trying to be a good girl so you end up getting your way when he’s finished and you latch your bottom lip under your teeth, feeling yourself starting to soak the inside layer of your shorts as you clench around nothing. you whimper sadly to yourself, and without taking his eyes off the screen, your boyfriend fixes his parted lips to speak.

“know i can feel that shit, right?”

dazed, you lift your head a little. “hm?”

“you have a second heartbeat. it’s beating real hard in my lap right now. you know you’d get alot further if you just used your words with me.” he’s calm, almost expressionless for once as he focuses on the game, humiliating you with such nonchalance that you’re sure he could feel this ‘second heartbeat’ of yours beat even harder.

“i’m trying to hold out for you whilst you finish.” you whine, wriggling your hips a little now that the gig was up, his cock already having started to chub up at his own realisation.

“good. hold out a little longer.” he hums, the sound of his fingers mashing the joysticks filling the air. if you weren’t so concentrated on grinding on his lap, you’d have noticed the way he started to miss all his shots despite his nonchalance, eyes darting down to watch you rub on him more and more often. “shit. alright, okay— i’m done with this shit. take these fuckin’ shorts off, yeah?” the game goes quiet due to him exiting out, tossing the controller aside and manhandling you off his lap so he could kneel behind you.

you always got what you wanted eventually.

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[nightttdreamers]

Monster Mash / Kenny x Craig

you guys :’) crenny nation rise up thanks so much for the love on my last fic. here’s a silly little crenny halloween drabble i wrote. i might do a style one next, this was super fun

Ao3 link | 2k words | One-shot

It's Halloween and Kenny McCormick has decided he wants to tell everyone that he and Craig are dating through a couple's costume.

Craig’s never been the best with words. His parents like to say that he flipped them off before he even knew how to speak, and he’s not even sure if that’s a joke. Expressing himself hasn’t really been a problem, he’s done fine so far without being particularly eloquent.

But right now, he really wishes he could find the words to tell Kenny McCormick how beautiful he is.

The blonde is kneeling in front of him as Craig sits on the floor, back against his bed. He has one hand on his chin, angling Craig’s face as he puts the finishing touches on his makeup. The two have been sitting like this for nearly half an hour, which means he’s had ample time to just stare .

Kenny’s blissfully oblivious, of course, his tongue sticking out between his lips as he works. It’s not often that Craig gets to see him like this, without his hair or his hood in the way. Usually, if they’re this close, they’re sucking face. But now, Craig is taking his time memorizing every freckle that dusts Kenny’s cheeks, how his nose scrunches up each time he messes up, even the tiny scar that splits his eyebrow.

Craig reaches up, brushing a stray tuft of hair away from Kenny’s eyes, which earns a smile from the other.

“I thought you were totally zoned out,” Kenny says, sitting back on his heels.

“I’m just looking at you,” Craig replies with a small shrug.

Kenny’s already in costume, though his transformation isn’t quite as dramatic as Craig’s. His eyes are painted with black liner and purple shadow, making their blue hue seem sharper. This is paired with a black dress they got from the thrift, then proceeded to cover in rips, safety pins, and other patches of dark fabric until it looked sufficiently goth enough. 

“‘Cause I’m the hottest emo psychic teenage girl you’ve ever seen?” Kenny asks, raising his brows as he smirks.

Craig doesn’t have a retort, nor does he want to come up with one even though he knows Kenny’s just teasing him. “Yeah, you are.”

No matter how many times Craig compliments him, Kenny always tries to shy away or change the subject. He stands, reaching a hand down to help pull Craig up. “You should get a look at yourself.”

In the mirror, Craig is faced with a reflection he hardly recognizes. They spent hours hand-painting his black-and-white striped suit, so there was no way Kenny would hold back on the makeup. His fast is ghastly white, offset by the dark rings that line his eyes and the green spots of “decay,” done with tissue paper and glue. 

“Holy shit, Kenny,” Craig says, stepping forward to get a closer look at himself. “Where did you even learn how to do this?”

“Youtube,” Kenny replies, looking rather proud of himself as he watches Craig. “Karen helped a bit too. If I’m the hottest Lydia you’ve ever seen,” he begins, coming to stand behind Craig so they can both look at their costumes side-by-side. “You are definitely the hottest Beetlejuice anyone will ever see.”

Craig reaches a hand up to touch his makeup, only to get it smacked down by Kenny. 

“Don’t touch! The face paint might still be drying.”

“Right, right,” Craig nods. He still can’t quite believe that’s him in the mirror, but it makes sense now why Kenny was so focused earlier. “I don’t think I’ve had a costume this elaborate since, well, I’ve probably never had a costume this elaborate.”

“I dunno, I like going all out for Halloween,” Kenny replies, taking a seat on Craig’s bed. 

Still looking in the mirror, Craig responds. “Honestly, if you didn’t come up with this, I was just gonna wear an old football jersey and call it a night.”

“Is it-” Kenny begins, but then falls quiet. Craig turns to see the blonde sitting on the edge of the bed, toying with the strap of the fake camera around his neck.

Craig waits to see if he’ll continue, but Kenny just shakes his head in the way he does when he’s getting too far into his own head. “Is it what, Kenny?”

“Is it too much?”

They’ve been officially dating for a month now, though only in private. A month of sneaking around, lying about class projects and sleepovers and whatever excuses they needed to spend time with each other without arousing suspicion. Craig hated it. He didn’t need to parade Kenny around as his boyfriend and subject everyone to their PDA, but he couldn’t go on pretending to be indifferent when Kenny was around. Kenny deserved more than that. 

The halloween costume was Kenny’s idea. Not just who they were dressing up as, but the idea of doing a couple’s costume. Craig had been talking about telling their friends about them for a while, and Kenny said that this was how he wanted to do it, telling everyone at Wendy’s Halloween party. Not quite what Craig had been thinking, but as long as they didn’t have to hide anymore, he’d do anything.

“No, of course it isn’t, babe. We look fucking awesome,” Craig says, which earns a smile from the other. It’s not quite as bright as Craig would like it to be, but it’s better than nothing. “Can I kiss you or will that fuck up the makeup?”

Kenny laughs, which makes Craig feel a bit lighter. Instead of responding, he simply stands and plants a soft kiss against his boyfriend’s lips. “That’s all you’re getting, Tucker. I’m not showing up to this party with white paint smeared all over my face.”

“I’m tired of not being able to kiss you all the time,” Craig replies, which, predictably, flusters Kenny. There’s a light flush to his cheeks, though he maintains a cocky smile.

“I mean, no one would notice if I showed up with white paint smeared all over my-”

He’s cut off when Craig pulls him in for another kiss. Kenny always has some kind of joke or smart comment to make, but nothing shuts him up quicker than Craig’s lips on his. After, Kenny looks up at him, his face feigning annoyance though he’s clinging to Craig in a way that says otherwise.

For a moment, he has half a mind to ditch the party and let the two of them stay here instead, watching scary movies and eating Tricia’s leftover candy. But, they haven’t spent hours on their costumes for nothing.

“Wanna head?” Craig asks.

Kenny opens his mouth, then closes it. “Actually, that’s too easy of a joke. Let’s go.”

  One thing that’s been an adjustment in the time they’ve been dating is what Craig likes to call, “Passenger Princess Kenny.” Though he doesn’t have a car of his own, Kenny loves going on drives, which means that Craig sometimes serves as his chauffeur rather than his boyfriend. There’s snacks in his glove compartment, loose sheets of Kenny’s homework scattered on the ground, and the spare hoodie he keeps in his car goes missing about once a week.

But, on this drive, there’s none of the typical shenanigans that go on when Craig drives. Well, not none , Kenny still immediately takes control of the aux and then blasts the heat like it’s his own car, but it’s different. Every time Craig tries to break the silence, Kenny brushes him off, giving a half-hearted response that won’t lead to any real conversation.

They end up not even speaking for most of the drive, letting the corny Halloween mix Kenny made for them play instead. This might be the fourth time he’s heard Monster Mash play tonight, and it probably won’t be the last. As they pull onto Wendy’s street and park, Craig lowers the volume a bit.

“You ready?” He asks, looking over at Kenny, who’s fidgeting with a safety pin on his dress. The blonde doesn’t respond, and when Craig turns to face him, he can see that he’s been gnawing on his lip as well. “Kenny?”

“I feel like this is a bad idea,” he blurts out. “I don’t know, I thought it would make it better, rip the bandaid off, but now I just feel stupid.”

Craig exhales. He figured they’d have to go through this, it’s not like he isn’t nervous himself either. Still, knowing this would happen doesn’t mean he knows what to say. “I don’t think it’s a bad idea,” he says, reaching out to take Kenny’s hand in his own. “It’s better than just telling our friends and letting the South Park gossip mill do the rest, right?”

“People are still gonna talk, Craig,” Kenny says, looking up at him. “It doesn’t matter if we tell them or if they find out, everyone’s gonna talk about it.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Craig asks, a soft smile on his face. Obviously, he’s been at the receiving end of gossip in South Park, no one’s forgotten that he was basically peer pressured by the entire town into his first relationship with Tweek. At least it made his actual coming out, then subsequent break-up with Tweek a few years later a bit easier.

Kenny reaches up to rub his eye, something he always does when he gets frustrated, but Craig stops him.

“Your makeup, dude,” he says, fingers lingering on Kenny’s wrist for a second.

“Thanks,” he says softly, opting to rub his temple instead. “Fuck, I can’t believe that I’m about to come out to everyone in eyeliner and a dress.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Craig says, prompting an incredulous smile from the other. He knows just what to say to help Kenny detense. “I’m serious. I want everyone to see how fucking amazing my boyfriend is and how hot his legs are in this dress.”

Kenny laughs, hiding his face in his hands. “You have to stop saying shit like that!”

“Like what?” Craig asks, prying Kenny’s hands away so he can see the embarrassed look on his face. “Like you’re the best person in this entire garbage town? I want everyone to know how bad they suck in comparison to you.”

Kenny snorts which in turn makes Craig begin to laugh too. “You can’t just say that all deadpan!” He takes Craig’s hands now, leaning over the console to get closer to him. “I’m gonna tell everyone that you’re literally the cheesiest most gayest romantic sap in the fucking world.”

“Do it,” Craig says without hesitation. “I don’t care.”

Kenny’s tongue darts across his lips. “You mean that?”

“Babe, I’m wearing a full face of makeup and a hand-painted suit. But I don’t care. Fuck, I’d be Lydia and wear the dress if you asked me to. South Park is full of idiots who already think a lot of dumb shit about me. So, no, I don’t care if they know that I’m super fucking gay for you. Kenny, you’re the only one I care about.”

It’s quiet except for the Monster Mash still playing, which Craig is growing to hate more with each passing second, and the sound of Kenny’s breath, heavy in his chest.

“Are you gonna kill me if I make a joke about how dick-whipped you are for me?”

Craig flicks him right in the forehead.

“Ow!” Kenny whines, far too dramatically considering how gentle Craig was. “Bad joke, bad joke, that’s on me. I’m sorry,” he leans back in his seat, watching as their classmates head into the party. “I’m not as good with, like, words and shit as you are.”

Craig stifles a laugh. “Seriously? I’m terrible with that sort of stuff.”

“But you always know what to say,” Kenny says doubtfully.

It’s something he’s never heard before. Usually he gets ‘Craig, use your words,’ or ‘Stop mumbling, speak up.’ All he’s wanted the time they’ve been together is the right thing to say, some way to tell Kenny exactly how he feels.

“I’m just being honest,” Craig says.

“You’re really good at that, then,” Kenny says, eyes once again fixated on his lap.

“I’m not. It’s like my brain shuts off when you’re around and the only thing I can say is the truth,” Craig says, making a perfect example of himself. “How do you think I got through asking you out? I was just honest.”

“Okay, then,” Kenny begins, taking a breath. “Here’s me being honest. I care about you a lot too. And I love how real you are, and I love that you always make me feel fuzzy and sappy and all that gay shit, and I love that you’re my boyfriend. And I don’t want to hide that anymore. So, if everyone’s gonna know, we might as well look super hot and give them something to talk about.”

Craig smiles. It’s his turn now to blush, though it doesn’t show nearly as much as Kenny’s does. “Then let’s do it.”

He turns the car off and they get out, crossing the lawn. They both come to a stop as they stand outside the door, simply staring at the slab of wood.

“Well,” Kenny says, reaching out and taking Craig’s hand. “Here’s to a Halloween I’m hopefully gonna be too drunk to remember.”

Craig gives his hand a squeeze. “Here’s to a Halloween they hopefully won’t forget.”

[mvttsvn]

Good Little, Liar

Literal sadist😳Toji Fushiguro x bratty fem!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, ABSOLUTE FILTH,  cussing, reader is a masochist, dacryphilia, manhandling, choking, pain kink, daddy kink, impact play, degrading pet names “whore, slut”, use of “princess”, Toji threatens to kill you like once👩🏻‍🦯, no prep, mentions of blood, stomach bulge, size kink, mind break, dumbification, no aftercare :/, angsty at the end.

authors note: 2k words, UNEDITED holy fuck this was supposed to be a short drabble but I got carried away. this is completely self indulgent, it so nasty literally how did I even think of this??? I cannot get this shitty ass dad out of my head... literally just ib this one pic🤒

You convinced him alright. Convinced him so much that he whole heartedly believed he picked up and took home a totally different person tonight. You and Toji and been together a couple of times prior, nothing too serious, went out for a drink, maybe kissed, probably rode him in his backseat. Each and every time you put on your good girl façade, always so sweet, and submissive. Following his each every command. Taking exactly what he gives and thanking him for it every time.

He thought you were sent from the gods, how could he have found someone like you, who fit just perfect under his thumb, so willing to do anything just for his attention. Yet here you were, same pretty little girl, same pretty little face, telling him “no” ???.

You were straddling his lap, on his rough leather couch, the tv lowly played a old movie which by now has left both of your minds. The dim light from the kitchen buzzing due to the bulbs starting to burn out, which completely unfazed Toji, but left you slightly annoyed.

“No?” He scoffed.

You adjusted your hands to fit onto his built shoulders had his began gripping you hips tighter and tighter.

“Nope, I don’t want my jaw to hurt in the morning” you gave him a coy smile, while tilting your head down to stare at him through your lashes.

His right hand came up and  roughly gripping your jaw. “Does it look like I fucking care?” He practically growled in your face. In all honesty he was more confused than pissed, of course he was going to immediately put you in your place, but you had him genuinely concerned, we’re you always like this? Did he do something wrong?? You tried to shake you head but due to his grip you could only move so far.

“Now, on. your. knees.” He released his grip only for his hand to move to the back of you neck waiting for you to comply. You slowly leaned in kissing the scar on his lip to kiss down to his jaw then leaning back up to whisper two little words that could make or break your night, probably both.

“Make me”

the millisecond your breathy whisper hit his ear it was over, you were done for. Say goodbye to you legs you’re probably never walking again.

The force in which he pulled you hair made you shriek. He stood up tossing you over his shoulder furiously stomping into the bedroom. He threw you onto his mattress, you couldn’t help but giggle, this is exactly what you wanted it only added to his rage. He threw off his shirt, then gripped your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed. He was immediately on top of you, his knees digging into your calves holding down your legs, has one hand gripped both of your wrists and the other tightly around your throat. You were already breathing hard due to anticipation but now he practically had you life in his hands.

“What the fuck did you do with my good little girl hmm?” His voice darkened by lust.

“I don’t know who your talking about” you laughed again, his grip tightening around your throat.

Before you could make another comment his knee was pushed up between your thighs has the hand holding your wrist bunched your shirt up exposing your bra. He ripped the right strap off  making you choke out a gasp, then he slid the rest of garment out from under you to throw it across the room. Toji mouth immediately on your breast teasing you to no avail.

“M..m..more” you choked out, you were in no right to be making demands but you really wanted to see how angry you could make him. His only reply was catching you nipple on a canine and biting down hard. You almost screamed, you thought he probably wanted to see you bleed.

He continued his teasing, you wanted to keep this game up for longer but your vision was starting to get hazy from the lack of oxygen. You started pawing at his shoulders, while wrapping you legs around his waist, quietly pleading, “I’m.. I’m sorry... T...oji..I’m...” the hand on your throat let go to harshly slap your thigh making you yelp in pain once again.

“That’s not my name. C’mon what is it?”... you met his harsh gaze, maybe just a little longer... “Toj-“ he slapped you across the face. You didn’t make a single sound but the tears pricking your eyes said enough. Lucky for you, Toji’s into that.

He met your lips in a sloppy kiss shoving his tongue down your throat. You tapped his collar bone silently signaling you needed to breathe, once he moved away he removed his pants and helped you wiggled out of yours.

“Who knew you’re such a fucking brat” he slapped your thigh again watching you squirm. His hand hovered over your already drenched cunt, as he starred right into your eyes. The flush on your chest started moving to you face. Why were suddenly getting all worked up now??

“Are you gonna give in already?, gonna be my good little whore again?”, you wanted to answer no again because he looked so hot when he was angry. The words got caught in your throat and all you could do was nod.

He lightly slapped your clit “Hmm need to hear it little girl, tell me who owns you?”

“you do....daddy” you admitted, you tilted your down, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

His calloused palm came up and caressed your jaw leaning in closer. “Are you sorry? Tell daddy your sorry for being such a brat.” He mocked making a fake pout. “M’sorry daddy, j..just wanted to make you angry.”

“I know you did princess...” He reeled his hand back to full on slap your cunt, squirming up the bed you let out a pathetic whine.

He slapped three, four more times now, and the tears started running down your face. He moved to tuck his face in the nape of your neck, leaving deep red bruises as he moved down your torso.

The muscles in his back rippled as he held himself up but the palms of his hands. God he looked so..big... not sure if he would ever explicitly admit the he liked how he overpowered you in almost every single way...but you liked it too.

There was no way you could’ve played you act for any longer, he would’ve choked you out. And would’ve done it with ease since his hand was bigger than your actual face. You knew how dangerous this was, yet still tilled wanted to play fire, but alas here you were once again, bowing to his every command.

“D..d..ddaddy..p..please..”

“Aw there she is” he lifted his face from you chest giving you one of his sickening grins. “I thought he wanted to play the little bitchy brat huh? What happened?” His voice dripping with mockery.

“N..need..you”

“How princess, you know daddy can’t help if you don-“

“please, PLEASE! need daddy’s cock! ….” you were getting impatient now, was this the most he was going to? you expected at lea-.

The scream ripped from you chest was silenced by the strong hand around your throat in a death like grip. He shoved his whole cock inside your tight little cunt, there was no prep not even when you were on the couch, he didn’t he stuff his fingers in your little cunt to stretch you out. You knew he was big, since the time he shoved his entire cock down your throat but feeling it twitch inside you making you feel like your being absolutely split open on Toji’s cock.

He gave a deep throaty chuckle, you knew how much he was enjoying this. New tears pricked from your eyes, wetting your cheeks, he moved his free hand pinching your clit between his fore finger and thumb, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. The hand on your throat gripped your hair moving so his face was flushed with yours, spatting in your ear, “You don’t cum until I say, understand?” All you could do was whine in response.

“I give you rules for a reason break them and I’ll kill you where you lay.” A threat, empty of not, it had you clenching hard around his dick. You glanced down to where you were connect, to be met with a indescribable bulge in your lower stomach.

Dear god, bless your poor cervix, he hasn’t even started moving yet  and you could feel the intrusion all the same. He started rocking his hips slight against yours, at least he was giving you sometime to adjust, all while staring two lust filled hole into your head as you writhed and whimpered underneath him. He pulled his hips back to pull out but when he’s met with the slightest sign of blood mixed with the milky white arousal coating his dick, he could’ve came right there.

He gripped your hips sinking right back into you making you scream once again. “DA-DADDY..fuck..shit..” the tears running down you face only egged him on.

“So god damn tight, maybe I should never prep you again, if you’re gonna feel like this every time” he groaned. “Such dirty little words, I would’ve punished you if you didn’t already dig yourself a grave”.

The pained moans falling from your lips were music to ears. Profanities fell from his as he continued a rough pace, your tits bouncing with every thrust. He had fucked you completely and utterly dumb, no coherent thought where making their way to you consciousness. Only daddy, Toji, and cock.

You have gotten numb to the pain but right now you were putting all you effort into not focusing on the way his dick was bruising you cervix, trying so hard not to come just from the way his pelvic bone catches your clit. You didn’t realize he was speaking to you till he lightly slapped your cheek. “Aw look at you, you’ve gone all stupid. Too bad, if you played nice I would’ve let you cum by now.” The malice in his voice made you clench around his cock, squeezing more of your arousal on his thighs. “ at least you’re taking me so well.” His breath hitched as his thrust stared getting sloppy.

“Holy fuck, keep squeezing just like that-“ you saw his abs clench, “remember you don’t cum till I say” his eyes flicked right back into yours you nodded, more like messily rolled your head around. “Holy fuck princess...” he was practically already using your cunt like a toy. With a last few harsh thrust he filled you cunt to the brim with hot, thick cum.

The groans falling from his mouth sounded almost angelic. All you could let out was a low whine met with heavy breathing. The sweat dripping down his toned chest shone from the dim light of the lamp on the corner the side table. He pulled out watching his cum drip out of you down to your asshole and onto his dark sheets.

Your body laid motionless barely opening your eyes to see him move away from edge and walk to his discarded pants. Your brain couldn’t even process this as you licked you’re tongue to wet your now dry lips.

Then it dawned that he didn’t let you cum... that fucker. You couldn’t do a single thing about it.

Because here you were unsatisfied, speechless, practically crippled, staring blankly at the ceiling. As he sat and lit a cigarette on the opposite end of the bed.

Notes: I am so sorry. There’s just something about Toji Fushiguro that I just forget how to function correctly. Um I hope you enjoyed! And that I didn’t rot ur brain too much<3

ps: ppp..ppart 2??? fluff???😏

[selfproducingfanfictionauthor]

BTS Scenario: An omega arrives in your pack (Hyungline x alpha/beta fem!reader)

Summary:  An omega joining a pack is a blessing - an unmated one is a miracle. So when the village elder came to you not with authority in her eyes but pity and pleading for understanding, you had no choice but to let him go.

Or, an omega joins the pack and you’re an alpha/beta in a relationship with another alpha. The community asks for your sacrifice. Warnings/Notes: Implied Smut, slight ass play, Angst, Drabble (no resolution... yet) I wanted to explore a different dynamic in the ABO Universe, since it’s usually Alpha BTS x Omega Reader but how about the Beta or even the Alpha reader? Hope you enjoy!  Word Count: 2k+ (500 per drabble) 

KIM SEOKJIN 

(after he’s called to participate in the matching, and Jungkook is an unmated male omega who’s always had a crush on you) (though crush is a understatement)

He’s here for a final goodbye, you think as you allow him to push you back against the wall.

He kisses you with desperation, all teeth and tongue, as if he wants to devour you whole. He reeks of her but you push it at the back of your mind, together with your instinct to gain the upper hand.

If this is goodbye, let it be as soft as you two could be.

You close your eyes to blink back the tears and wrap your arms around his neck. You match his passion kiss after kiss until you both are panting, breathing in each other.

Seokjin slows it down and pulls at your shirt, slipping it off your head. His eyes are wan, and he hasn’t met your gaze the whole time. It feels wrong, but then again, everything is.

So you try to bring back some normalcy and let the urgency in your touch show. Your arms slid down his shoulder, pushing him back into your room, your strength easily matching his.

In the dark of the room, you tug at his shirt but Seokjin grasps your hand away from his chest. You thought he’s going to lead you to his cock just as he did many times before, but he pulls you closer until there’s no more space between your chest and his and leads your hand to his hole.

He’s dry as the dessert but her pushes your hand closer, until your fingers tap his puckered hole.

You can feel him force himself not to tense up, breathing deeply and dropping his head to your shoulder. His back is caved over you, like a tall child and he turns to graze his lips against your ear.

“I’ll let you fuck me too, if that’s what you want, jagi.”

Your eyes widen and you try to pull your hand away but he holds it still. Your other hand tries to push his chest away but his other arm wraps around your shoulder blades, unwilling to let go.

He keeps still in the crook of your neck, murmuring words you never imagined you’ll hear from the alpha, “I’ll moan like he did. Beg like he did.” His voice shakes, and you startle at the tears wetting your skin. It doesn’t even occur to you to wonder how he knew about Jungkook, and what had transpired the night before because here he is.

He’s crying. Your alpha is crying.

“Just please don’t leave me.”

MIN YOONGI 

(Your love for Yoongi knows no bounds, you can give him this. In which your arranged marriage is thwarted.)

“It’s a good thing we’re not bonded yet, huh?”

You try not to wince at the relief in his voice and instead you laugh, hoping that the dark is enough to conceal the wobble on your lip.

You are both lying on your bed, exhausted by your hours long of… what do you call it again? Ah, he did call it his favorite recreational activity. He figured sexual compatibility is an important factor in arrange marriages earlier on your engagement.

And you, in love with him for more than half your life, said yes.

His fingers are playing with your hair, while his other hand lifts a lit cigarette to his lips. He glances down at you, his cat-like eyes half-lidded.

“You want a smoke?”

Pulling the blanket higher to your chest, relishing in the slight flicker of interest in his eyes, you shake your head. “Actually, can you not smoke on my bed tonight?”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow but says nothing and puts out his cigarette against the ash tray on your bedside table. Usually, you take up on his offer, and he’s not gonna lie and say that the image of your lips around a cigarette doesn’t stir his cock alive.

“Not feeling well?” He asks, the only time you refused his offer was whenever you’re feeling the drop after your activities. But usually, you’ll tell him outright, communication being as open as you both could.

You let a small smile touch your lips at his tone. He cares for you, you know, maybe not as much as you want him to, but it’s enough.

Or it used to be enough.

“Just a mild migraine,” you lie before pressing a kiss against his shoulder.

Yoongi smiles and kisses the crown of your head, “You know what cures migraines?”

Your smile grows wider as you look up to his grin, his hand already sliding down the small of your back under your blankets. “I think I have an idea.”

By the time he’s pulled out 3 more orgasms from you, the moon has started fading from the night sky. The brisk winter air entering your room by the open window, drawing goosebumps on your skin.

Beside you, Yoongi sits up and pulls his shirt over his head.

“You’re not staying the night?”

Yoongi shakes his head, “The trials start the day after tomorrow, I’ve got to get a head start.”

Your press your lips together, your hand sneaking down your belly. You imagine your child, the size of a pea, hoping they do not hear your breaking heart. “I thought you didn’t like being choices taken away from you.”

That was one of the major points of discussion when your parents arranged your marriage. It’s also a source of your many arguments at the start, before slowly becoming some sort of unwanted roommate in your makeshift relationship.

Yoongi pauses, there’s something in your voice that he can’t pinpoint. He turns to you, for once, you are unreadable. “This is different.”

“Oh,” you breathe. How so, you want to ask. How come a choice robbed by our secondary natures so much different than the ones robbed by our parents? How come it’s the lesser evil in your eyes?

How come I was never a palatable choice in the first place?

But you don’t. Instead, Yoongi presses on. “At least now, you know, if it turns out that it’s me, you’re free. You can go to university just like you want.”

“Yeah…” you chuckle dryly, “Well, good luck then.”

You don’t beg him to stay, you’re an alpha too and an alpha protects their pack. As your hand travels down to your belly again, you remember - you have your own to protect now too.

JUNG HOSEOK 

(You’re just his best friend. What can you say?)

“She smells like lilacs! No, wait, honey! Honey and cream.” Hoseok sighs, all lovestruck on your couch over the new omega girl in town.

As part of the search party that found her, he hasn’t stopped talking about her for weeks. Giving you updates on her recovery in the beginning, and then her smile, her eyes, and the way she laughs as time went by.

At first, you didn’t mind. An omega joining the pack is a blessing, given their rarity. They symbolize fertility and bounty, and you are nothing if not loyal to the community. You foster the village children as their teacher, you teach them the ropes of the land - how to feed the cows, how to plant the seeds, and how to prepare for harvest - after all.

But as time went by, as Hoseok’s visits to her home frequent and his visits to yours lessen, it’s become harder and harder to keep the bitter thoughts away. Hoseok may still visit you, but when was the last time you two talked about anything other than her?

“The trials for her mate starts next week,” Hoseok starts, almost as if waiting for you to say something, “I’m thinking of participating.”

From the kitchen, you tighten your hold on the tray balancing your tea and snacks. Without a wobble, you inquire as you step back into your living room, “Oh?”

“Yeah,” he picks up one of your cookies, suddenly looking all bashful, “I’m unmated and I’m not getting younger so, might as well give it a shot you know?”

You frown behind your tea cup, “We’re barely past our mid-20s, Seok-ie, that hardly qualifies as old.”

Hoseok leans back and tilts his head on the back of your couch until it hangs in relaxation. “It’s different between you and I.”

It’s true, betas are not so pressured to reproduce early. After all, there’s nothing special to be had in your genes, you think bitterly.

“Besides,” he continues, “I think I like her. You know, maybe we should invite her next time we hang out! You can get to know her too!”

“I’d rather not.” It spills over your lips before you could control it, and Hoseok stiffens before turning his gaze to you.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re jealous.” Hoseok teases, unaware at how his words hit home.

You stiffen, biting your lip before the dam breaks. “Maybe I am.” you whisper.

He blinks in surprise at the feebleness of your tone, “B-but… you’re a beta.”

You know. You know your place, in this village and in his life but somehow it’s different hearing it from him. Standing, you  turn away to step back into your kitchen when a hand grasps your wrist.

“I don’t understand.” Hoseok whispers, trying to look up to your face but thwarted by your hair. He doesn’t need to see your watering eyes to know there are tears in them. He’s reeling from the sudden change of atmosphere, smelling your distress in the air.

Suddenly, you’re overwhelmed by the sense of inferiority and your heart caves into itself. With the last of your strength, you shake off his hold, pointing to the door.

“I think it’s best you leave.”

KIM NAMJOON 

(Namjoon has always been a man of duty, and though you are tough and strong, there are limits to what you can and will endure)

You pride yourself to be level-headed, calm, and objective unlike many of the alphas in the pack. You’ve never lost your control, or flown into fury even during your youth but at this very moment, you summon all your discipline to keep your lips from pulling back and snarling at the older alpha in front of you.

How dare she?

How dare they ask this of you?

“It is his duty.” She repeats and beside you, Namjoon is silent. Eyes straight ahead, back as rigid as the trees outside your home. The home that you two built for your children that will come after your wedding.

The wedding that’s supposed to be in a month.

But the longer Namjoon stays silent, the farther that future seems to be. By the time the elder leaves your home, you don’t even see a speck of it in your mind’s eye.

The silence continue as you clean up the cups and uneaten rice cakes. The silent clink of the utensils echoing in your quaint home.

As you wash the dishes, you feel like an outsider watching your body go through the motions. Scrubbing the plate clockwise, once, twice, three times, before running it under the faucet. Next, you pick up the cups, here, clockwise, once, twice —

“It is my duty,” you hear Namjoon, and oh, he’s beside you, hand on your wrist, pulling your hands away from the frigid waters, “you know that, right?”

As one of the strongest and wisest alphas this pack has ever seen in generations, your betrothal to Namjoon was tolerated at best. Alpha bondings are common nowadays, with the scarcity of omegas. So yes, your betrothal was tolerated - just tolerated, even with you being as strong and as wise as your betrothed - but now?

With that young omega in the picture?

They are making you feel as if you’ve committed a grave sin against the community, as if it’s not within your rights to rage against the unfairness of it all.

They’re asking you for your love.

And he’s so willing to be taken away. Your heart breaks but you nod quietly, “I know. I understand.”

Namjoon stupidly thought that was the end of it. That you knew he’ll always come back to you, omega or not.

Maybe he was naive, or he truly was selfish to ask it of you but when he gets home the week after the trials to a dark cold house the surprise knocks him to his knees and drops his heart to his stomach.

You left the kitchen untouched, his mug still next to yours but, Namjoon pauses at the threshold of your room. There, glinting under the moonlight, sits your ring and the last of your scent wafts away.

END NOTES:  Hearts are appreciated but comments are gold. Let me know if this should have a second (or even third) part! :) 

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3k Followers Celebration

GUYS!!!! I’m officially over 3k. THANK YOUUUU!!!! I honestly started this as an anon place to just get some drabbles out and didn’t think anyone would want to read, let alone follow, request, reblog...RE-READ. it means the world. I know I’m slow to update, and my inbox is full of requests that I’m working on, but you are all so nice and kind and patient and just ugh.

LOVE YOU ALL.

to celebrate we’re going to do a 3K Challenge!

I’m going to drop some songs you can use for inspiration (TAYLOR JUST DROPPED FEARLESS (TAYLOR’S VERSION) SO THERE WILL BE LOTS OF TAYLOR OPTIONS OKAY get over it but also go stream fearless (taylor’s version) forever), and random prompts (and tropes I like). Most of my inspiration songs are angsty af, so if that’s not your speed choose a prompt! If you’d like to participate let me know what song/prompt/character and I’ll update the list so we don’t get multiples.

I’ll reblog them all here :D

Rules:

-no incest, underage, rape or non-con.

-smut is okay (let’s be honest, encouraged), just tag it so people know 18+

-if you’re under 18 please do not write smut. I don’t need to be accidentally reblogging adult themes by children

-you don’t have to quote specific lyrics, just run with the theme.

-one shots under 2k words if you can :)

-must be posted by May 1

-if you’re participating please follow me :)

-tag me, but also use #idkhaylijah3k 

-reblog this to boost the signal

-if you pick a Taylor song absolutely no streaming her old stuff because in this house we don’t support 🛴 or Scott bruschetta. WE ONLY STREAM MUSIC TAYLOR OWNS 💖

Fandoms:

-TVD/Originals

-MCU **my obsession with Steve Rogers is unhealthy guys. Bonus points for Stucky x Reader

-SPN

-Batman (I have a lot of WIP’s that I haven’t posted for Batman, that I swear I will get around to someday).

Taylor Songs:

The Other Side of the Door (Taylor’s Version) - Taylor Swift

That’s the Way I Loved You (Taylor’s Version) - Taylor Swift

That’s When (Taylor’s Version) - Taylor Swift

Don’t You (Taylor’s Version) - Taylor Swift

Exile - Taylor Swift feat. Bon Iver*** claimed by @xxwritemeastoryxx

Coney Island - Taylor Swift feat. The National

Right Where You Left Me - Taylor Swift***claimed by @sherlockholmesmypiratesociopath

False God - Taylor Swift

Other Songs:

You Belong to Someone Else - PJ Harding feat. Noah Cyrus

Fine Line - Harry Styles

Ain’t Gonna Lose You - Brett Dennen

I Need My Girl - The National

I Ain’t Ever Loved No One - Donovan Woods

A Little Bit Yours - JP Saxe

I Just Want to See Your Face - Imaginary Future

Prompts/Tropes:

-“It’s not a double date, we’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

-"How much of that did you hear?” Claimed by @xxwritemeastoryxx

-Fake Dating

-Secret Dating claimed by @nalledimessi

-There was only one bed

-”I’m not jealous.”

-”BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, OKAY!?”

-drunk confessions

-having to hide in a small space together

-couldn’t sleep

-accidentally sent a suggestive text

-"You’re not going without me...”

-having to crash at their crushes house

-”I might never get another chance to say this, so here goes nothing...”

-”He’s an idiot. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

-getting lost together

-”I always thought you hated me...”

-almost kiss, but interrupted claimed by @derangedangel

-not liking the other person’s date

If these fill up I’ll add more :) Check my page for reblogs to see which prompts are still available :D

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tears on a silver platter — pjm

Plot: Jimin calls his girlfriend clingy. 

Pairing(s): Idol!Jimin x OC (Name: Gaia)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 2k+

Genre: Idol AU | Angst

Tags & Warnings: just pure angst my peeps, coarse language

Authors Note: i honestly didn’t fully realise just how much this fic was gonna be mentioned in my asks (like three lmao but i really didn’t expect any on this one) so i hope you like and tell me if you want a fic of mine reposted!

If a partner wanted some space for a while then it would always be wise to give them that much right. Gaia knew this perfectly well and for the first two weeks, she had been handing Jimin all the space he needed. Then two weeks turned into a month. Should she still have kept her distance or been concerned? Of course she was concerned.

Gaia had not seen the man eat a proper meal in a while and even had to succumb into asking one of the boys whether he was eating well.

“I mean—yeah I guess he’s doing good. Is there something wrong?” Namjoon asked through the phone and the girl merely sighed.

Something felt wrong for sure.

So Gaia opted to dip her toe into closing the distance little by little. She would send him texts in the morning motivating him to eat and wish him good luck on his practice. No response. Cool. She visited the studio whenever free time came to grace her but Jimin was far too focused on his work to give a few seconds conversation. Somehow conveniently every other member seemed to have all the minutes to talk to her though.

At night, she attempted to hold hands with him while sleeping but he would turn the other way deep in his slumber.

Pretending it did not hurt became more difficult as the days went by to a point where Gaia thought maybe Jimin was going through a very difficult time. She tried sending him messages that would help him feel better and reassure him that he could talk to her any time. Once again. No response.

Okay so now it really hurt.

She hated to admit crying herself to sleep that night with the haunting thought maybe it was just her. What if Jimin was trying to decide how to end their relationship? Maybe he was waiting until she got sick of him so he did not have to break the bad news.

Tonight Gaia grew determined to try one more time getting through to the man with his favourite homecooked dinner. The woman barely cooked but she had enough hours off work to make something special for when he came home. Taking the extra mile, she even wore a nice yellow dress with some light makeup on to maybe brighten up her own mood and his too.

Scented candles on the coffee table with their dinner laid out neatly and some of Jimins’ favourite music to calm him down from a stressful day.

With a click, the door opened to an evidently tired looking Jimin, his eyes drooping, lips puffy and his clothes loosely hanging from his shoulders. He stopped in his tracks and stared at the display before him. “What’s this?” He asked, no smile present.

Gaia smiled anyway glancing at the food. “It’s dinner. I thought we could eat together tonight, we haven’t done that in a while.”

“I’m not hungry.” Jimin placed his bag on the floor with a light thud mimicking her own heart.

She struggled to maintain her smile through the burning behind her eyes and the clench of her chest. “Just—come and sit here for a minute.” The girl patted the space beside her.

“Gaia, I’m really tired.” He gestured to the stairs. “Let me just shower and go to sleep, okay? We can do all this any time.”

“Jimin, we haven’t been spending time for over a month now. And you’re not even on tour. Do you realize that?” Gaia tried to keep her voice steady and calm even though the anxiety bubbling inside her from this conversation dwindled all her strength.

Jimin scoffed lightly. “Just because I’m not on tour doesn’t mean I’m not busy. I record, I practice, I have a lot of shit to do.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, swallowing down the lump in her throat. “I know…but you can sit down with me for a few minutes just to eat. You don’t even have to eat, just sit with me. Be with me.” She smiled sadly.

“I am with you, what more do you fucking want?!” He growled making her jump a little.

“All I’m asking is for a few minutes, Jimin—”

“That few minutes I can better use resting ‘cause I barely get enough of that already!” He roughly gestured to the stairs this time, eyes fiery with anger.

Her whole burned in her boiling anxiety, vision blurring with thick tears. “So you can’t make a little time to just talk to me? Am I really that small of a part in your life?”

Jimin rolled his eyes with a frustrated sigh. “I have way too much on my mind right now and all you care about is how much time I spend with you?”

“I gave you your space.” Gaia defended as tears streamed down her face. “For a whole month I didn’t bother you at all but there’s a limit! You can’t just ignore me like I don’t matter!”

“What are you, a child? A fucking koala? Do you need me to talk to you every single day just so you feel like you matter?!” All the softness that used to be on his face now faded into nothing but a monstrous glare. “I really didn’t expect you, of all people, to become so fucking clingy.” He almost grimaced at her.

Gaia sucked in her bottom lip suppressing any more sobs that forced to come out of her. Chest knotted so harshly she almost felt like she could stop breathing. His words lingered in the air like a disease waiting to haunt the rest of someone’s life. All the urge to fight for the man now melted away when she caught the disease. She got up from the couch and blew out the candles, tears dropping into one of them before grabbing the plates to the kitchen.

Thick, heated silence engulfed the house once used to be filled with laughter, love and happiness. Jimin wanted the fire in his anger to stay longer but it was just cruel as the words he spewed to his love. Fire doused and the harsh clarity of his behavior arrived to him a little too late.

Disposing of the now cooled down food, she practically threw the dishes into the sink before rushing over upstairs.

Jimin tried to say her name but it only came out in meek stutters. Before anything could even flash through his mind, the door slammed shut.

So it was her. All that distance, ignorance and lack of touching was all because Jimin didn’t want to be near her in the slightest. Or at least he did not think time with her was important enough to care. Maybe it wasn’t. He was this big fucking star while she worked in a little art gallery, what the hell could she ever do that was remotely interesting, right? Jimin was not the most humungous fan of art either so time with her would be boring as hell for him. He could have more interesting partners whenever he wanted.

Failing to let go of that thought, Gaia attempted to sleep with a heavy broken heart and a terrifying but expected decision brewing in her mind.

-

Jimin called the boys saying that he was going to be late to practice which Namjoon agreed to first since he knew the little too big problem they were having at home. He always practiced really hard anyway so it was easy for him to let go for a while.

French toast, eggs and coffee on the table, the boy opted to brave himself and go upstairs to invite her down for breakfast.

Walking past the living room to the stairs, Gaia already walked out from the hallway. A smile immediately tugged on his lips seeing her but then his eyes caught the two bags in her hand with one hanging on her shoulder.

Gaia wanted to get out of the house quietly refusing to face Jimin after his behavior last night but luck never seemed to be on her side lately. Her body froze at the top of the stairs seeing him give a rare smile before it quickly melted away. Gulping down the growing lump in her throat, she continued to walk down the stairs trying to harden her heart.

“Baby…” He whispered, reaching out to hold onto her as soon as she reached the bottom but the girl pulled away.

“Don’t…please.” Gaia sighed refusing to meet his gaze.

“You have to listen to me, baby please.” Jimin stood in front of the door, lump growing in his throat.

“I listened.” She chuckled sadly. “More than enough.”

He shook his head, tears forming. “No—I was being an idiot and I was tired—” Jimin cupped her cheeks. “Gaia pl—”

“No!” She pushed him away again, the bag on her shoulder sliding off to the floor. “You said everything you needed to say…” Gaia sobbed a little before sniffling. “I don’t want to be in a place where I’m nothing but a burden. Dead weight.”

“You’re not a burden.” A tear trailed down his flushed cheek. “You’re not, you’re the best thing—”

“I’m not the best anything to you.” She whispered. “I’m not even important enough for you to fucking have dinner with me, how do you think that makes me feel?”

Jimin stammered glancing over at the kitchen counter where the breakfast lay. “At least—have some breakfast with me.” He muttered, trying to reach out but finally stopping himself even though it physically hurt to do so.

Gaia looked over her shoulder at the beautiful display of food with a rose in a vase. A sad smile twisted her features. “If you did this yesterday, I would’ve agreed without a second thought.” She lowered her head. “Now I’m not hungry.”

His own words now hit him back like a bag of bricks as the tears ceased to streaming down his face watching the girl refuse to look him in the eye. “Look at me…please.” The last word became inaudible as Jimin tried to suppress a sob.

The woman picked the bag up and hung it on her shoulder again, sniffling a little. Everything in her being screamed not to do it but her eyes flickered up to meet his gaze anyway. Heart crumpled like a piece of paper seeing the pain in his expression. The things she would do to ensure Jimin never looked so distraught was endless. But Gaia spent far too long being the only one trying to make the other feel better. It was time to protect herself now. “I have to go, Jimin. It’s better this way.” Gaia tried to give a reassuring nod.

No. It would be better if he could turn back time and sit down to have dinner with his favourite person in the world so this never happened. It would be better if he replied to all her heartfelt messages and did not ignore her when she was kind enough to visit him and check on him. It would be better if Jimin just tried to be better. He always strived for perfection in his work that he lacked terribly in being a good boyfriend.

The girl took a hold of her other bags and tried to make way past the door but her cheeks were cupped again. Before Gaia could absorb the situation, a familiar pair of lips pressed against her own. At least they were familiar at some point. She had not felt the warm of his kiss in so long that it almost seemed like the first one. Except the memories laced within it reminded her of the reality. This was a goodbye kiss. One quick, painful and desperate grab at fixing something that was already broken beyond repair.

When the kiss broke, Gaia had to let out a shaky sigh and a light gasp still keeping her eyes closed to relish in the moment that might never come back again.

Their foreheads pressed together longer than they should for their own health.

“I love you so much.” Jimin whimpered.

Gaia winced pushing the words touching the tip of her tongue before walking past him. Out the cage of pain and distance, she took a deep breath of the fresh air outside.

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Arrived Together {Shoto Todoroki x OC}

Summary: Onyx and Shoto's relationship has been the recent talks in Japan's pro hero world. I wonder what juicy details are a part of their relationship? At the private Hero Gala, surrounded by friends, what will Onyx say?

A/n: This is my first commission! It's actually for a close friend of mine! The request was for a drabble that was about 2k - 2.5k, but I may have gone over a little. If I go over, it's no extra cost! So I hope you enjoy this commission

Commission me! Requests are open!

Word count: 2.8k

[WARNINGS: NSFW, smut, 18+, praise kink, blowjobs/face-fucking]

“Say Onyx, don’t think we didn’t notice you and Todoroki arriving together?”

Onyx stopped mid-conversation with Tsu, who was currently talking about the difference between two beach cities and where she could open her own agency. She turned to her smirking, pink alien friend. Her usual wild hair was straightened for the event and slicked back into a low-rise bun. Mina leaned back into her chair and crossed her dress in her pink silk slip-on dress as she stared down her friends, whose cheeks were currently on fire from being put right in the spotlight. The four of them were currently at a private hero gala together, where the talk was all about the half and half hero and warm-hearted ice princess arrived together.

“Well?” Mina questioned her as the rest of them leaned towards her, all with sly smirks on their face.

Onyx felt the already burning flames on her cheeks heat up, even more, crossing her legs as she looked away. As she looked towards her left, she just happened to lock eyes with a certain bi-hair colored, top pro-hero, who was currently sipping on a martini engaged in conversation with Izuku and Iida. Once the two of them saw each other, locking eyes with each other. Shoto simply gave her a knowing smile and nodded both his head drink towards her. Onyx simply smiled back at him, even going him a little wave with her fingers. Shoto simply quirked his eyebrows before getting called back into the conversation by Izuku. Onyx gave off a smile to herself, turning back to her friends only to find their smirks a little wider. They glanced between her and Shoto, their smirks only widening. Onyx glanced in between her friends and simply swallowed the rest of the champagne from her flute, ignoring the way her friends are looking at her.

“You’re seriously not gonna say anything about the two of you? Seriously? Nothing?”

Onyx sighed, leaning back into her seat as a waitress came over to their table and delivered another round of champagne for them. They all thanked her properly before picking up a whole flute of the sweet, bubbly alcoholic beverage. Onyx took a short sip, savoring the flavor of the bubbly touching her tongue and going down her throat.

“How long has this been going on between the two of you?” Toru asked her next, leaning forward.

Onyx’s tongue shifted around in her mouth, her jaw moving from left to right. She glanced around at her friends who were so eagerly awaiting her answer. She narrowed her eyes before taking another long sip of her champagne. She then rolled her eyes, playfully of course, and gave off a small smile.

“We’ve been seeing each other for about 8 months.”

All of the girls squealed, making Onyx jump, nearly dropping her glass. They all surrounded her even closer, talking over themselves about all the different things pertaining to her blooming relationship. Bringing up questions about how they figure out they liked each other, what the first date was like, etc. However, the one thing that stood out over their words, and all their questions, came from Mina.

“Have you two, well you know?” One could hear the smugness overflowing in the tone of her words.

All of them quieted down, simmering in anticipation as those words left her mouth. Onyx, who was taking another sip on her drink, choked as the question landed in her ears. She coughed, hitting herself in the chest to clear her throat. Tsu immediately handed her some napkins, which she took, cleaning up around her chest and her mouth before placing the glass back on the table. She turned to her friends, exasperated. They just gave another sly smile and waited for her answer. Onyx took a deep breath, the memories from a few nights ago slowly faded into her mind.

“Right there, baby?”

It was late at night and the both of them were currently in his penthouse after a very successful and fulfilling date night. They went to an expensive restaurant, one that Yaomomo mentioned in passing to Shoto. The two of them dressed up and went, having a wondrous time being completely in their own little bubble. Away from the world. After the elusive date, they went home, only slightly buzzed from the expensive wine that they both indulged in. It was only fate that they now found themselves in Shoto’s master bedroom. The room was rising in temperature, moans and groans filled the room as naked bodies entangled with each other and within the sheets. The both of them were laying on their side, with Shoto spooning Onyx from behind. The lean, yet muscular man used one hand to lift up her leg, while the other caressed her breast. Hips rocked with each other as Shoto thrust into Onyx, relishing in Onyx’s whines.

“You know, I asked you a question?” Shoto mumbled in her ears, rocking his hips even deeper inside of her.

Onyx’s body curled back, grabbing at Shoto’s red-and-white locks.

“Yeah- yeah, right there,” she moaned, bracing herself at the electrifying tingles that filled up all her senses.

Shoto smirked in her damp skin, taking in the smell of her expensive perfume being sweated out. He groaned at the way Onyx clenched down around her, enchanted by the way she moaned his name, how she cried for him to go deeper, to go faster. How she begged for him to make him cum. Her whimpers, her sobs, her pleads, only enchanted him more.

‘God, you feel so good, baby. Look at you, so eager to be ruined by me.” The way he whispered sent even more electric sparks and shivers down her spine.

Onyx took a deep breath, the feeling of heat almost overwhelming her. The way Shoto’s devoured her neck, as he caressed and massaged her breast, how he immersed himself in her. It was all too much, it was overwhelming her, overwhelming her senses. All she thought about was Shoto… Shoto, Shoto, SHOTO. Choking on her spit, she cried in immense pleasure as he rammed himself even deeper, basically folding her body in half. Tears fell from her eyes from everything she was feeling, all the pain, all the pleasure that overwhelmed said pain, the search of her legs as he opened her leg ever wider, so she could take him even deeper.

“Taking my cock like the good girl you are, fuck you are amazing.” He gave off an extra sharp thrust to prove his point.

She gasped at the pressure, before melting at his words. Sliding her hands down from his head, turning her head as much as she could as she pulled him for a kiss. A deep, tongue-fighting, tongue-twisting kiss. They yearn for each other, to be closer, closer than they already are. She basically swallowed his tongue as she tasted a multitude of different things, wine from the dinner, peppermint from the gum, he was chewing, and he also tasted of her essence from he had just buried his face between her thighs. His lips ravished her own as his thrusting became erratics, indicating that he was close. At the same time, she could feel that coil already beginning to tighten within her. She let go of the kiss, taking in deep breaths as her fingers began to dig in his face.

“Shoto. Shoto, Shoto,” she repeated, the feeling of her orgasm now overtaking her.

Her pussy squeezed and clenched around him. Making him groan, snuggling himself into the crevice in her neck, where it and her shoulder met. She cried out in pleasure, feeling him leaving love kisses, and nips all across her neck once again. He focused on that sweet spot, the orgasmic feeling that was slowly building now skyrocket. With the loudest cry, she made that night, her whole body tensed up. She grasped at the strands of his hair as she squirted, wetness landing all on her inner thighs as well as his thighs and hips. At the same time, Shoto slammed his lips with one final thrust, filling her up to the brim. He groaned loudly into her neck, mumbling the words “good girl” over and again. Onyx was gasping for air, her body relaxing and slowly going lax.

Shoto slowly pulled out, holding Onyx by her hips, as he laid her on the bed. He got up, in all his naked glory, going to his bathroom and grabbing a couple of washrags, wetting them in the sink. He walked back to her, climbing back on the bed, peeling back her legs, and going in with the rag. At the same time, Onyx took the other rag in his hand and began to wipe down the front of his body, from his v-line and lower. The two of them locked eyes and couldn’t help the giggle and chuckle that escaped the both of them.

She cleared her throat, before taking another sip of her alcohol.

“I am so not obligated to give you that information.”

They all giggled at her answers before demanding for her to spill the beans about her most recent escapades. Onyx just giggled and just pushed them away, trying to avoid all the questions they had about her private life.

“Excuse me, ladies,” a familiar, slightly monotone voice called out from behind them.

Onyx turned around only to find the man of the hour, Shoto Todoroki, standing right behind her. He leaned down, placing his broad hands on top of her shoulders. The action caused her cheeks to burn, touching her cheeks with her hands. Onyx looked up at the man, whose hair was currently slicked back gel, only making him that much finer.

“I need to borrow her, and I doubt I’ll be able to return her.”

Her eyes widened at his deep voice as he grabbed her empty hand, pulling her out of her seat and pulling her to the secret exit they planned for all the heroes who wanted a secretive leave. Onyx could hear all of her friends’ wolf-whistle behind her as he led her outside. The cold air nipped at her skin as he led Onyx to the private valet. Shoto handed the man standing there his keys, waiting until he disappeared into the dead of the parking lot. Once he was gone, Shoto pulled Onyx by her hips, pushing up against her front with his own. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his own. Onyx sighed, relaxing his hold and kissing him back just as hard. She reached a hand behind his head, touching the space behind his ear. His hands slowly trailed down her waist, gripping at her butt. Onyx gasped, smiling in the kiss. She could feel him smirk in the kiss as the two of them could hear the familiar engine revving up. Onyx stepped back from him, a sliver of spit connects their lips together before falling.

The valet driver parked the car right beside the two of them, getting out of the car and handing the keys to Shoto. He wished the two of them goodnight, before going back to his post. Shoto led Onyx to the car, opening the passenger side of the car. She smiled at his chivalry, stepping and sliding into the car. He ran around the front of the car before getting into the driver’s side. He slid into his seat before turning the car on and swiftly driving away from the venue. As he turned down the street, Onyx could feel his rough hands slowly trial up and her thigh. The light touches feeling like electricity against her bare skin. She shifted in her seat, her breath hitching as his hand continued going up to her thigh, slowly going under her dress.

Onyx bit her lip, narrowing her eyes straight at Shoto’s thighs. Smiling while biting her tongue gently, she leaned to her left a little before placing her own on his thigh. Onyx could feel Shoto tense up, so she glanced at him only to find him glowering at her, an eyebrow raised. She smiled smugly before slowly moving her hand up and down, similarly to the way he was stroking her own thigh. Shoto looked Onyx up and down one more time, before turning back to face the road. Onyx slowly crept her hands up his thighs, moving inch by inch, centimeters by centimeter. The car began to pick up speed, the tires screeching as he turned the down corner sharply. Onyx licked her lips before resting her hands right on top of his clothed hard-on, giving it a slight squeeze. Shoto’s breath hitched, his breathing shaking a little as she gave his clothed cock another squeeze. He hissed, shifting around in his seat.

Onyx took a deep breath, looking around as a basically empty freeway, only a few cars and they were either too far ahead and too far behind them. She looked back at Shoto, who was giving her an apprehensive look. Onyx just winked at him before slowly unbuckling her seat belt. She then basically dove into his lap. Her body laid across the console, wincing slightly at the corner digging into her side. Once she felt comfortable, she looked up at her boyfriend of eight months, who just glanced down at her as she fiddled the zipper. Onyx smiled, a rush of power flowing through her as she slowly unzipped his dress pants. She opened the front of his boxers, and slowly grabbed his hard-on, stroking up and down the thick cock. Onyx licked her lips as she looked on at her hand going up and down at various speeds. Smirking at the way Shoto groaned, seeing him throw his head back in pleasure. She then gave the tip of his dick a wet kiss, which caused his grip to loosen on the wheel almost causing the car to swerve off the road.

“Fuck!” Shoto cursed, putting both hands on the wheel, straightening out the car.

Onyx smirked, before giving the tip a kitty-lick, getting a taste of the pre-cum seeping out of his slit. Shoto hissed, his dick twitching in her hands. She continued to lick all around the tip, before going up and down up down his shaft. She savored his taste, licking and tasting at the pre-cum the seeped out of his tip. Onyx took a deep breath, spreading more soft, wet kisses along with his cock. She ran her tongue along the underside of his length, before taking him as deep as she could with her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his cock, moving her head in a slow rhythm. Shoto gasped, his tongue lolling out as his hips bucked up in her mouth. The sudden movement startled her, causing Onyx to choke and cough around him. That’s when she could feel the car stop, turning off completely, before feeling his hands bury themselves with the curls and coils of her hair before completely burying his cock inside of her mouth. Shoto groaned at the feeling of her throat, her hot, wet throat completely surrounding his cock.

“Fuck, that’s it... Take it like a good girl,” he whispered, moving a stay coil out of her face, “fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good.”

Onyx could feel wetness seeping in her panties, her pussy clenching at the sound of Shoto calling her his “good girl” again. Her body wiggled, shifting her knees, as she moved her head with his hands. Onyx could feel her eyes water at the stretch of his cock, how it hammered at the back of her throat. His eyes fluttered close, his hips now moving, and rocking erratically in her slobbering mouth.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck, take it just like that! ”

Onyx’s body convulsed at the way he praises, feeling her pussy twitch at the deep growls in his words. She reached down to fondle his balls, squeezing and tugging at them. The action caused him to let out a quick yelp before pulling his hand out of her hair and using it to cover his own mouth. His moans were muffled by the back of his hands as his hips bucked up one last time. His cocked twitched once, twice in her mouth before his white, salty cum spilled in her mouth. She tried to move off his cock but he just held her down, his hand still having a tight grip on her hair. Having no choice, Onyx swallowed the cum as much as she could, the tangy, salty taste leaving an aftertaste. Shoto relaxed, his dick slowly going soft in her mouth as he slowly released her and her hair from his death grip. Onyx took a deep breath as she sat up, leaning back into her seat. The two of them, breathing very hard, stared at each other. Onyx reached up to wipe the excess spit and cum streaked near her mouth.

“Let’s go home?”

Onyx turned around in her seat, kicking off her heels as she leaned back.

“Yeah, let’s go home.”

[sherrybaby14]

Brick House

Request:  Reader is a new Shield agent and has a huge crush on Steve.  Bucky is resentful of all the attention Steve gets and decides to take his pent up jealousy out on you.  

Warnings:  Smut, slight breeding, Dub-con please do not read if this offends you.  

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Words:  2k Just a drabble

A/N:  This is for my Darling @opheliadawnwalker3​. Sorry it took me so long!  Also you’re a shield agent in this so there are mentions of working-out/being in good shape (which I am not).  

   “You have such amazing definition.”  She grabbed Steve’s bicep.  “You really have to share your routine.”

   “Well I do…”. Steve trailed off as he went into his workout.

   Bucky shook his head in disbelief.  Not at the fact that his best friend was so oblivious that the new agent was into him,  Bucky knew Steve was dense in that department.   No, what shocked him was that Steve was the one to grab her attention.  

   “Maybe you could walk me through it?”  She was practically twirling her hair as she tilted her head.  “It sounds complicated.”

   Bucky scoffed.  Playing dumb?  No way she couldn’t follow that step-by-step from the simple explanation.  Hell, she probably had better work out tips than Steve did.  

   “How about in an hour?”  Steve looked at his watch.  “I’ll meet you at the gym?”  

   “Great.”  She clapped her hands.  “I’ll see you there.  Better come ready to push me to my limit.”

   “It’s not about pushing limits.”  Steve scratched his head.  “You need to start small and build mass.”

   “Right.”  She nodded and Bucky chuckled.  “I’ve got a lot to learn and who better to teach me?”

   “How much do you weigh?”  Steve looked her up and down.  “It’ll help me come up with a plan best suited for you.”

   “Come on man,” Bucky muttered under his breath.  “She’s a freaking Shield agent.  She knows how to lift.”  

   Besides, agent or not you dont ask someone their weight.

   “Guess?”  She turned to the side.  “You can pick me up and find out strong man?”

   Her confidence was hot, Bucky’s cock twitched at the thought of throwing her over his shoulder and slapping that ass.  

   “I’d never be able to tell.”  Steve shrugged.  “I can literally lift a car.  You’d feel like a feather to me.”  

   “Yep.”  She was trying not to roll her eyes.  “Well, see you at the gym.”  

   She turned on her heel and started to walk away.  Bucky let his eyes go to her butt, loving the way it almost bounced with each step.  He wanted to sink his teeth into it.

   “How much do you think she weighs?”  Steve interrupted his thoughts as he pointed to the girl.

   “The new agent?”  Bucky straightened up.  “She’s a brick house.”

   “Huh?”  Steve furrowed his brow.  “She wants me to help her with a workout plan.”

   Steve had that part right, but the girl obviously was more interested in the kind that took place in the bedroom than a gym.  A woman like that would grow bored with a man like Steve.  Bucky had a better idea of what she needed, so he didn’t bother tipping his dense friend off as he slapped him on the back.

   “She’s mighty mighty, letting it all hang out.”  Bucky didn’t need to look at Steve to know the reference was lost on him.  

~~

   “You know,” you paused to take a gulp of air.  “All this training.  I think I need to stretch.”

   You were panting on the treadmill as the gorgeous blonde looked up at you.

   “We stretched at the beginning, we will again at the cool down.”  He looked at the timer on the treadmill.  “Two more minutes.”

   Was he that oblivious or just an idiot?  You went back to panting as you ran down the clock.  You were already a freaking agent!  Did he not think that you had to pass some physical tests to get that title?  

   At this point you’d settle for him shutting you down.  Maybe it was you?  Were you not being obvious enough?  It was time for a Hail Mary.   You grabbed the bottom of your shirt and tugged it over your head, tossing it to the front.  

   Your breasts bounced in your sports bra and you tried your best to show them off as you ran.  Steve still was more interested in the clock.  Was he gay?  You’d been flirting with him for weeks now.

   If he wasn’t the least bit interested in you then why did he keep dropping little hints?  Were they hints at all?  All the water in your body had either sweated out or gathered in your pussy thinking about Captain America fucking you against the mats.  

   It was tempting to just come out and ask him ‘hey, you wanna bone?’.  That wouldn’t leave room for these mixed messages.  

   “Finished.”  Steve hit the slow down on the machine.  “Now walk it out.”  

   This was a dumb idea.  You put your hands on your hips as you slowed your strut, breathing and pushing down on the cramps in your side.  Then a hand touched the small of your back, fingers spreading wide.

   “You did great.”  Steve’s sparkling blues looked into your eyes.  “I am really impressed.”

   That was all it took and you were smitten again.  Your knees went weak and your pussy tingled thinking about the way he could flip you around.  Drive between your thighs.  Whatever game he was playing, the outcome would be worth it.  

   “How about that stretch now?”  He guided you off the treadmill.  

   Your legs would’ve been like jello from the workout, but having Steve guide your sweaty body down on the mat was making you quake.  No way were you reading into this wrong.  He was just a giant tease after all.  

   “This should feel good.”  He grabbed your leg and bent your knee, pushing it to your chest.  “I’m going to put some weight on it.  Tell me if you can’t handle it?”

   Your mind was racing with the fantasy.  Steve would lean over your body, his face over yours, your lips inches away.  Then the kiss.

   “Hate to interrupt.”  Bucky’s face appeared behind Steve.  “But Tony need you right away.”  

   “Alright.”  Steve dropped your leg and popped up.  “Don’t let your muscles stiffen up.  Use the wall to do some of the stretches we started off with.”

   “WHAT?”  You popped up on your elbows,  ready to lose any sense of cool you’d been carrying.  

   “Don’t worry.”  Bucky dropped to his knees and grabbed yours, his metal hand pushing you back into the mat with a thud.  “I’ve got you Doll.”

   “Doll?”  You didn’t get the word out before Bucky was pushing your knee into your chest, his body on top of yours, his face hovering above.

   “Thanks Buck.”  With that Steve left the gym.

   You let out a frustrated sigh and dropped your head against the mat.  

   “Don’t get mad at him.”  Bucky brought your attention back.  “He doesn’t know any better, but I do.”

   “Huh?”  Were you being that obvious.  

   “Don’t play coy.”  Bucky put more weight on your leg.  “I see you, the way you touch him every chance you get, make up excuses for his help, you shouldn’t play dumb like that Doll.  It’s beneath you.”  

   Embarrassment started to set in.  Did everyone notice your crush?  You had been finding excuses to get his help, and Bucky was right, it was beneath you.  But Steve’s constant teasing and mixed signals had messed with your head.  

   “No need to worry that pretty little head.”  Bucky’s hand slid down so they were on either side of you.  “You’re just cock drunk.  I can take care of that.”  

   Before you could think about what he was saying his hips pressed down.  The position had left you so exposed his hard dick pressed right against your pussy.  

   “FUCK!”  You reached up and grabbed his shoulders as a shiver of need went through you.  

   “All that time you thought Steve was teasing you?”  Bucky brought his hips back and pressed himself against you, sliding up again.  “It was you teasing me.”  

   You’d never said a word to the man.  You tried to think about how to respond, but then he repeated the motion and you let out a moan.  The workout and the fantasies had you soaked and needy.  

   “Cock drunk?”  You dug your fingers into his arms, the cool metal contrasting the warm flesh.  

   “You’re so horny you can’t think straight baby.”  Bucky started moving faster, humping you into the mat.  “I’ll take care of that.  You’ll go right back to rising shield star.”  

   “I don’t know you.”  You started to push against him, your arms shoving him away, while your hips lifted to meet his thrust.  

   “You will know every part of me soon.”  His head dipped, lips crashing into yours.  

   A muffled protest came out against his kiss, but your body lit up.  He was a stranger, your were in a public place anyone could walk in on at any second, but fuck you did not care.  

   Any sense of defense melted away as you returned the kiss, rocking your body against his, rubbing your aching clit against his cock as he pounded you through your shorts.  

   He worked against you, sensing your agreement.   Your hands slid to his shoulders around his neck.  This was a real man, no games, no questions.  He was going to give you what you wanted.  

   Bucky pressed his forehead to yours and put more weight on you, his metal hand pushed your knee to the side and you put both feet on the mat, your legs spread around him as he humped you.  Both bodies working together.  

   “I’m gonna cum.”  Your chest tightened.  

   “I know.”  Bucky licked his lip.  

   That was it.  All it took. The tension in your body overloaded and you exploded.  The ecstasy took over.  You weren’t sure if you were screaming, quiet, or mumbling.  

   Bucky was off of you before you could recover.  Hands were on your hips and you were flipped around like a rag doll.  You put your palms on the mat as he tore your shorts and bottoms away.

   “That head is still spinning isn’t it?”  Bucky’s member ran up and down your slit as you nodded.  “Don’t worry.  Daddy’s going to fuck some sense back into you little girl.”  

   Why did that sound so hot?  You had no clue, but let out a purr in response.   He filled you with one hard stroke.  You knew you should be embarrassed by how wet you were, but your pussy clung to him, happy to have the fullfilment it had been lacking.  

   “This is what you need, to be fucked raw.”  Bucky wasted no time railing into you, making you bounce against the mat.  “Next time, take what you need.  Don’t waste your time.”

   You were drooling as you tried to keep up with his brutal pace.  Another orgasm already forming.  He slowed down and you whined.  

   “Do you understand Doll?”  Bucky pushed hard and stilled inside of you, his cock against your cervix.

   “Yes!”  You lifted your head.  “Yes I understand!”  

   You tried to move against his length, but he put his hand on your back, keeping you in place.  

   “Yes I understand?”  

   “Daddy! Yes I understand Daddy!”  You didn’t know why he wanted to hear that, but you were beyond caring.  

   SMACK!  His metal hand hit your ass and your cried out.  

   “That’s a good girl.”  He began plowing into you again.  “I’ll have you taken care of in no time.”  

   “Yes...yes...please.”  You were a mess underneath him, with no care in the world but the finish that was bubbling over.  “You’re good girl.  I’m your good girl.”  

   “That’s right.”  Bucky’s hand snaked down between your legs.  “And my good girl, takes. What. She. Needs.”

   His finger pressed your bundle of nerves and you began to spasm.  Wave after wave of pleasure flooded your veins.  You struggled to breath as you collapsed on the mat, your vision going black while your toes curled.  

   “FUCK!”  Bucky grunted and fell on top of you, his cock convulsing inside, coating you with his seed.  

   Your eyes started to open as you thought clearly for what felt like the first time in weeks.  

   “I’m not on the pill.”  You started to shimmy away.  

   “Shhhh.”  Bucky pulled you back and rested on top of you.  “You let Daddy worry about that.”  

A/N: My first attempt at adding a Daddy!kink.  Hope it landed OK, thank you for reading!!

[julemmaes]

PP Feysand drabble 1.5

A/N: This is set in the same universe my Nessian fic Pinky Promise is set and it’s basically a chapter 1.5. It’s what happened in Feyre’s room while everyone listened to them arguing and it’s short, but I really want to write their story too - I just don’t want to make it a story itself, so I’ll just post some drabbles (I guess that’s what they’re called) of moments I think are cute or important for their development and relationship. I’ll do the same for Elain and Lucien, Elain and Azriel and also *sighs* Feyre and fucking Tampon, I already have most of them planned out and they’re gonna be not longer than 2k words. I hope you like the idea:)

Word count: 1,740

Rhysand was trying in every way to keep himself still between his two brothers. Alcohol was coursing through his veins and his mind was wandering around on its own, in an unknown world.

It had been a relief for him when he remembered that they were all going to eat at the Archeron's house. Whatever they proposed to him that involved seeing Feyre for even a few hours was a treasure.

He was bickering with Elain about something he couldn't even remember, "But only because you don't have enough sisters for backup, otherwise we'd solve it physically," he muttered. Elain laughed and took another sip of her drink.

"I think all three of us would end up with a boner before anyone could tell the winner," Azriel whispered very softly. Cassian burst out laughing shortly afterwards, clinging to him.

He didn't hear the front door open, but he saw everyone turning in the direction of the entrance and tracked the movement as well. He knew it was Feyre, it had to be her.

He only hoped that she had no company.

He stood up, "Yes Fey-Fey join us," Rhysand echoed Mor's words. He was definitely smiling like a child on Christmas morning and hadn't even seen her yet, just a flash of black of her winter coat.

The second she turned towards them, he tensed up.

Her eyes...

"Feyre," he stepped forward, holding his breath, "What happened?"

She was looking at him, but it was as if she didn't see him.

The swollen, red eyes were a clear sign that he had been crying just seconds earlier.

A tinge of hope lit up in his chest and he almost felt sick to his stomach at the idea of having felt pleasure in the suffering of the woman he loved. Regardless of who had caused the wound and what consequences it had had for the relationship between her and Tamlin, Feyre was crying and was not fine.

She moved slowly, without the bit of life that was once an integral part of her person, "Nothing, don't worry," she answered in a small voice.

Nesta was getting up, but Feyre shook her head, raising one hand.

Rhysand couldn't move, he didn't know what to do.

"I didn't want to ruin your evening, I just came to say hi." she smiled slightly at everyone and when no one answered, she bit her lip tentatively. He stiffened even more beside her, now much closer, "I'm sorry... goodnight everyone."

She turned around and walked out of the room, without even sparring him a glance.

He clenched his hands firmly. What the fuck had just happened?

He heard the others talking, too loudly for Feyre not to hear them, and he wanted to tell them to be quiet, get up and go to her. She certainly wouldn't let him into her room to comfort her at such an unusual hour. It could have got her into trouble.

That last thought made him even angrier.

Tamlin.

It was inevitably his fault.

Feyre had no one else but him.

Amren appeared equally angered when she said, "Can someone explain what the heck just happened and why no one is going to see how she's doing?"

Rhysand found himself in the hallway before Amren had even finished the sentence. He remembered to knock before he opened the door and when the answer didn't come immediately, he brought a hand to his face, rubbed his eyes and tried to polish his thoughts somewhat.

He knocked a second time, louder, and murmured against the wood, "Darling-"

The door opened wide, causing him to stagger forward and forcing the girl to move aside. Shit, he was too drunk. He looked up once he found some composure, finding Feyre with her arms crossed, "Don't call me that." she pointed to the corridor he had just come from, "And get out of my room."

Rhys sighed, "Feyre, please," he stepped towards her, one hand raised with the intention of touching her.

She drew back, her face impassive, "Please, what?" she asked him, hardening her jaw. He didn't answer and she pointed out again, "Get out."

He shook his head, going towards the door and closing it so that he could lean against it, "What happened?"

Feyre took a deep breath, "What are you doing?"

"I want to understand why you came home crying after a date with your boyfriend," he said harshly.

"I don't recall it ever being any of your business," she replied, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning forward. Rhysand only realized at that moment how nicely she was dressed.

She had beautiful tight black pants that wrapped her legs perfectly and dark green heels, matched with a blouse of the same color that didn't do justice at all to the shapes he knew hid under it.

He snapped his eyes shut, "I just want to know if you're okay."

Feyre scoffed, "I'm fine," she replied immediately, then looked him in the eye and hers were glossy again, "Now please, get out."

He shook his head, "No," he came closer and she pulled her legs up, settling in the middle of the bed, "You're not fine and I want to know why." She looked over his shoulder, "It's Tamlin, isn't it?"

The sudden burst of anger made Rhysand jerk, "I told you to get out of my room!" cried Feyre, standing on the other side of the bed, putting as much distance between them as possible. "You have to get out!"

"I will not leave this room," he whispered, his gaze determined as he tried to suppress his hatred for anyone who had made her suffer in that way, "because you are not safe and I am worried about you," he said, trying to calm her down.

It seemed to have the opposite result on the girl in front of him, "It's all temporary, Rhysand." she laughed, despite her tear-filled eyes, "This will end too. We just had a fight."

He didn't answer, relieved that she was starting to talk about what happened that night.

Then, all of a sudden, she grew even sadder, "Why do you worry?"

Rhysand frowned, "Because I'm your friend. And I don't want you to suffer."

"That's bullshit." she hissed, "Everything is temporary." she repeated her and he shook his head, disbelief lining his features, "This too." she pointed her chest before pointing at him.

"Stop it."

"Our friendship." she said that word with a grimace across her face, almost as if even just the idea disgusted her, "Everything is temporary." She wouldn't stop saying those words and he wondered if she had had a drink before getting home. "This. This was merely one of those things."

"That's not true." he snapped.

He wanted to agree with her, but imagined that they both me and you mean two completely opposite things. He could hear the blood rumbling in his ears.

Feyre laughed, she really laughed. "Yes, Rhysand!" she shouted, "We are not friends, you and I."

"I'm with Tamlin." she whispered and a tear slipped down her cheek, "I'm with him and you're no one to me." he recoiled at those words, as if she had physically hit him.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, swallowing, "If you'd let me-".

"I don't have to let you do anything!" she cried, "I don't need your help or anyone else's! I am fine on my own!" her voice grew louder with every word.

Rhysand pushed himself forward until he touched the mattress with his knees, "Clearly that's not the case!" he yelled in turn, "You need help and I'm here! I'm offering you-"

She interrupted him, going around the room and putting her hands against his chest, "Get out! Leave!" she pushed him against the door, and when he heard someone walking in the corridor, he looked at Feyre, who was now crying. He nodded his head once and then walked out of the room, crashing into Azriel and storming out of the apartment.

He heard Feyre swearing and screaming and he slammed the door behind him. He was coming down the stairs furiously when he heard it open again and sped up the pace, not wanting to see who it was.

As soon as he was out in the fresh air, he slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out the cigarette packet.

He was not a heavy smoker, but sometimes the school and the children overwhelmed him and he had to find a way to relax. One cigarette a week seemed to do it for him.

He breathed in full lungs and held the smoke in for a few seconds, turning around when he heard the front door of the building close.

Azriel was standing in front of him, hands in his pockets and a serious expression on his face.

He offered him the package and his brother shook his head, frowning, "No, thank you." he murmured, "And you shouldn't smoke either."

Rhysand chuckled, "Feyre just told me we're not friends." he looked like a little kid, "She just told me I'm nobody to her." he whispered, looking down the street.

He could feel Azriel's gaze on his skin.

"Did you find out what happened?" he asked him, making a little cloud with his breath.

He felt guilty for forcing the other one to follow him outside, in this freezing cold.

He shook his head, taking another puff, "Nothing," he answered, then passed his hand over his face. "I shouldn't have gone into her room," he sighed, "I shouldn't have invaded her space like that."

Azriel put his hand on his shoulder, "You did nothing wrong, Rhys."

"How can you say that when all I did tonight was make things worse?" he asked in a pleading tone.

"Because Feyre needs someone to make her understand that this is no life." he saw it in Azriel's eyes that even his brother wanted to take the car and go to the asshole's house to make him pay for every wrong he had done to Feyre.

He said nothing, still too tipsy to face this conversation without going crazy.

"He's a piece of shit and he doesn't deserve her," murmured Rhys.

Azriel smirked, "That's what Elain said."

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OKAY so I just learned that Scott Evans is gay (how did I not know this???) so what if Scott was the first person Chris told when he realized he may possibly be bi, and Scott helped him come to terms with it (and get some Romanian ass)

OKAY so, I kid you not, I had the exact same idea when I was in the shower this morning and when I came out, I saw you sent this ask. So then of course I had to write a thing. I realize I could’ve written it from any point in the past, but I had just seen that video of Chris rolling on the floor laughing, and I thought, why not make the most of that bright spot in these weird times and continue where that video left of? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hope you enjoy this! It was meant to be a short little drabble, but of course it turned out over 2k 🙄 so most of it will be under the cut!

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Scott giggles to himself as he posts the video to his Twitter and Instagram. He has no doubt that Chris laughing his ass off on the floor is going to put a smile on so many people’s faces – something that’s sorely needed right about now.

Chris, having exhausted himself, is stretched out on the couch next to him right now, Dodger lying on the floor next to him. The rest of the family is playing board games in the living room, but Chris and Scott decided that a movie night was in order. For a moment, Scott just watches his brother, until Chris notices and turns his head, meeting his eyes.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothin’.”

Chris kicks him gently in the thigh. “Come on, out with it.”

“Suit yourself,” Scott shrugs. “How are you doing, Chris?”

Chris frowns, a wrinkle appearing between his eyebrows. “What do you mean, how am I doing?” he asks. “I’ve got my family around me, we’re having a movie night, I just rolled around on the floor laughing. I’d say I’m doing pretty well.”  

“Okay, but how are you really doing?” Scott presses.

“We talk every day,” Chris says obstinately. When Scott doesn’t answer, instead just giving him a pointed look, Chris’s expression turns thoughtful, like he’s really considering his answer. “I mean,” he starts, picking up his beer from the floor next to the couch and propping it on his stomach, “you know I’m no good at just sitting on my ass, but I know why I’m doin’ it, so it’s okay. And I get to spend some quality time with my family and my dog so I really can’t complain.”

“Sure,” Scott allows, nodding slowly. “But this has been a weird time for you, hasn’t it? Leaving Cap behind, going into politics, then everything suddenly being cancelled at the last minute… Must leave you feeling a bit unsettled, right?” Holding up a finger, he adds, “I know we talk every day, but it’s been a while since we actually had time to do some soul searching together. Like we used to, remember?” He smiles at the memory. “We’d sneak off to the attic with a few bags of chips and some coke and talk about our feelings” – he makes sure to inflect that last word with as much dramatic flair as he can muster, which is quite a lot of it – “while everyone thought we were playing video games or looking at porn or whatever it is ‘normal’ teenage boys do.”

Chris is smiling too now, soft, just a hint of melancholy to it. “’Course I remember. Had some of the most eye-opening conversations of my life in that attic.” He bumps Scott’s leg with his foot again. “It’s where you came out to me, Scottie. That’s not something I’m gonna forget any time soon.”

Scott hums in reply. He has fond memories of that afternoon, too. “So?” he asks after a while. “You wanna tell me how you’re really doing?”

Looking a little hesitant, Chris says, “I don’t know what to tell you that you don’t already know.”

“Sure you do,” Scott says easily. “How ‘bout you start with telling me why you were going around telling everyone you were going to take a break from acting, only to then sign up to two big new projects in the past month or so?”

Chris picks at the label of his beer bottle, looking a little sheepish. “Ah,” he says. “I was kinda hoping everyone’d forgotten about that.” He sighs, dragging a hand over his face. “I mean, I was honestly planning on taking a break, but then I had a couple of weeks off and I just- I just realized I would have all this free time on my hands and no one to spend it with, you know?”

There it is, Scott thinks.

Chris is lonely. He’s good at pretending he’s fine on his own, happy with Dodger to keep him company and spending as much time with his family as he can. But deep down, he longs to have someone to love. Someone to settle down with. It’s just how he’s wired.

“I know,” Scott replies honestly. “You’ve been on your own for a while now, Chris. That isn’t like you.”

“No,” Chris sighs again, “no, it’s not. It’s just… it’s hard, meeting new people. Especially in our business.”

Scott huffs out a laugh. “I appreciate your attempt at inclusive language, but I think we both know that even though you and I might be technically in the same business, your experiences are very different from mine. I’m an actor, you’re a superstar.” He pauses a moment before adding, “Also, I’m gay, you’re not.”

Chris doesn’t reply straight away. “Anyway,” he says eventually, “point is, I’m just so tired of that perpetual cycle of meeting someone, getting to know someone, wondering if this might be it, and then having it all fall apart again. I just don’t know I can do all that again. It’s never worked out before, so why would the next time be different?”

“Okay, now you’re just being defeatist,” Scott remarks, giving his brother an unimpressed look. “Not to mention dramatic. Look, why don’t you let me set you up with someone, huh? I know you think that’s weird, but I know so many amazing women who’d jump at the chance to date you. All you have to do is give them a chance.”

“I don’t wanna give them a chance,” Chris mutters sullenly. “I’m sure they’re lovely but I just…” He makes a frustrated sound. “I just don’t think I want to meet anyone new right now.”

“But you just basically said you’re lonely,” Scott cries, throwing his hands up. “And I know you want to get married and have a family, because you talk about it all the goddamn time.” He sighs, and in a softer tone continues, “Look, I know it’s hard, but you will have to get out there again if you want to have that future. You know that right?”

Chris inhales deeply through his nose, rubbing a hand over his newly-buzzed head. “Yeah.”

“Unless…” Scott says.

Chris’s eyes flicker to Scott’s face. “Unless what?”

Watching Chris closely, Scott says, “Unless, maybe you don’t want to meet anyone new because you’re still hung up on someone old?”

Silence.

Chris averts his eyes, staring at the ceiling.

Scott gives him a disbelieving look. “Fuck, Chris. You’re kidding me, right? Are you honestly still carrying a torch for one of your exes?”

Chris doesn’t reply, which is an answer in itself. “Oh my god, you totally are. Who is it? Jesus, I bet it’s Minka, isn’t it?”

Immediately, Chris shakes his head. “No, it’s not Minka.”

“Oh. Hmm. Jenny? Is it because she’s getting married? Is that what brought this on?”

“God–” Chris lets out a frustrated huff, sitting up and rubbing both his hands over his face. “No, Scott, it isn’t Jenny and no, I don’t care that she’s getting married. I’m happy for her, truly.”

Scott deflates a little. “Okay, well. Then who is it?”

“It’s –” Chris starts, then stops again, swallowing hard.

Scott waits – not exactly patiently, but he knows he needs to give Chris time to gather his thoughts. When Chris sighs again, it’s wearier than Scott has heard him in a long time.

“Do you remember,” Chris says finally, “in 2016, after I came back from that press tour in Asia, and you picked me up from the airport and you said… You said I was glowing?”

Scott nods, thinking back to that time four years ago. “Yeah,” he says slowly, “I remember thinking you looked the happiest I’d probably ever seen you. I thought you must’ve just really liked China.”

Chris huffs a laugh that lacks any real mirth. “Yeah, it wasn’t just China.”

“Did you meet someone in China?” Scott’s eyes widen. “Oh my god, did some Chinese girl sweep you off your feet and break your heart? She the one that got away?”

This time, Chris actually laughs. “No, no Chinese girls either. Sorry to burst your bubble.”

“Then tell me,” Scott presses, bumping their shoulders together gently. “What happened? Who happened?”

This time, Chris is silent for so long that Scott thinks he’s probably hoping they’ll just drop the topic altogether.

But then, after a full minute, Chris opens his mouth. “Scott…” he says, sounding pained. “Please believe me when I say that I didn’t purposely keep this from you. I swear I would’ve told you if things had turned out differently, but… they didn’t. And I didn’t know if – I still don’t know if… what it was.” He finally lifts his head, turning to look at him, a pleading look in his eyes. “That’s why I never told you, because I was just – I was very confused. Still am. I’m so sorry.”

Frowning, Scott searches Chris’s drawn face. “You were confused? About what, Chris? What had you so confused that you’d be scared to tell your own brother – Oh.”

Scott feels his jaw drop, comprehension breaking over him like a wave. Chris, meanwhile, looks miserable, looking at him like he thinks Scott is going to punch him in the nose and storm out.

They’re both silent for a minute. Dodger, sensing Chris’s distress, has sat up, resting his head on Chris’s thigh in an attempt to comfort him.

“Oh, Chris,” Scott says finally. “You should’ve just told me, you big idiot.”

“I know,” Chris says, hanging his head. “I should’ve. You have every right to be mad at me.”

“Oh no.” Scott shakes his head. “I’m not mad at you, Chris. Believe me, I know exactly how you feel right now. I’d be a massive dick if I turned on you now, wouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, but I still should’ve told you,” Chris says stubbornly.  

“You should’ve,” Scott agrees, “but I understand why you didn’t. It was hard for me when I was seventeen and a nobody. I can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been for you these past few years, being who you are.”

The look Chris gives him at that is tentatively hopeful. “You really aren’t mad?”

“No. I just wish you’d have told me so I could’ve been there for you when you were hurting.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I’m still hurting. So technically, you could be there for me now.”

Scott punches Chris in his stupidly well-developed shoulder. “Well, then you’d better start talking.”

Chuckling wetly, Chris nods. He sits back, leaning heavily into the couch cushions and absently petting Dodger’s head.

He draws in a deep breath. “It’s –”

“– Sebastian,” Scott interrupts.

This time, it’s Chris’s jaw that drops. He blinks at Scott for a second. “You knew?” he asks, sounding almost accusing.

“Not until just now. But you coming out to me and mentioning that Asia press tour…” Scott shrugs. “It makes sense. That kid gives off some serious bi vibes. Plus, something tells me you’d be just his type.”

Chris gives him a wry smile. “As it turns out, he’s just my type, too.”

“Now that you mention it,” Scott says, cocking his head thoughtfully, “he really is, isn’t he?”  

“Yeah.” Chris smiles, his eyes getting this dreamy, faraway look in them that Scott hasn’t seen for a long time.

“Oh boy,” he says, sucking in a breath through his teeth. “He really did a number on you, didn’t he? Fuck, Chris. I can’t believe I never noticed.”

“Well,” Chris says, hitching his right shoulder up to his ear. “I am an actor. I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeve, but I know how to hide something I really don’t want anyone to see.”

“Clearly.”

“Besides,” Chris continues, ignoring him, “he didn’t exactly do a number on me. I was the one who was too scared, too cowardly to stick to my guns. I just couldn’t do it.” He shakes his head, as if he still can’t believe what he’d done. “We started sleeping together a couple of years before, but it was never serious. We just – ended up in each other’s beds a few times, I guess. Well, a lot of times. But on that press tour, something changed. We grew closer, and we were happy, and I wanted it to work. God, I wanted it so bad, but everything seemed so daunting, and I didn’t know what was going to happen after Marvel and the press and the internet were already vicious enough as it was. I just couldn’t deal with the thought of amplifying all of that by like, a gazillion.” His voice grows progressively quieter as he goes on. “So I fucked it up, and I let him go. And I miss him, every day.” The last words are barely more than a whisper.

Scott reaches out, wrapping an arm around Chris’s hunched shoulders pulling him closer. “I’m so sorry, Chris.”

Chris sniffs, shakes his head. “Don’t be,” he says, “it was my own stupid fault.”

“Come on,” Scott protests, shaking Chris a little. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You weren’t ready, back then. It sucks, but that’s just how it was. You can’t change the past.” He pauses, before softly adding, “But you might be able to change your future?”

Giving him a sidelong glance, Chris asks, “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Scott says slowly, you and Sebastian are still friendly, right? You didn’t fuck things up so bad that he never wanted to talk to you again.”

“No, I sort of… Let him down gently, I think. He seemed to take it alright, but…”

“He’s an actor, too,” Scott finishes sagely. “I just think that if you really fell so hard for the guy that you’re still not over him years later, then you guys must’ve had a real connection, right?”

This time, Chris’s face almost crumples. “Yeah,” he says, sounding utterly forlorn. “Scott, I – I think I loved him. I think I love him.”

For a moment, Scott is stunned. “God, Chris,” he breathes. “Now there’s something I never thought I’d hear you say. I gotta tell you, as much as I know this sucks for you, it’s kind of amazing for me.” Realizing how that sounds, he makes a face. “Sorry. This isn’t about me, I do know that. Please continue.”

Chris barks out a laugh, bumping their knees together amicably. “It’s okay, I get it. Believe me, it’s a bit of a trip for me, too.”

“Phew, okay. So. You love him,” Scott says simply. Chris winces beside him. “Do you think he loves you? Or loved you, a least?”

“I don’t know. I mean, maybe? He said as much, back in Singapore, but then when it ended, he just seemed to move on pretty quickly. So I don’t know.”

“Chris,” Scott says dryly, “I think if he said he loved you, you can assume he loved you. The guy was probably as devastated as you were but just didn’t want to let on, especially since you guys would still be working together after that.”

Chris stares at a spot on the coffee table, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right,” Scott says, “When have I ever been wrong?” He ignores the deadpan look Chris gives him. “So, my next question would be, is Sebastian single right now?”

A pause.

“I think so,” Chris replies eventually. “I haven’t spoken to him in a while but…”

“But?”

“I’ve spoken to Mackie,” Chris admits, looking a little guilty. “They’ve been filming together, these last few months, and I… I may have called him a few times to check how things were going.”

“To check if Sebastian was doing alright, you mean?”

“I mean, not just that. Mackie and I are friends too, you know.”

“Sure,” Scott smirks. “Okay, so according to Mackie he’s single. According to my latest intelligence, you, Christopher, are also single.”

“… Yes.”

“Yes,” Scott nods. “So what do you think I’m going to suggest you do, right now?”

Chris scrunches up his face. “Call Sebastian?”

“Call Sebastian.”

Chris blows out a long, slow breath. “Okay,” he says. “I guess I could give him a call to check how he’s holding up, under the circumstances. That wouldn’t be weird, right?”

“Of course not,” Scott says decidedly. “These are strange times, they remind us of what’s really important to us. If anything, I think he’ll be very glad to hear from you right now.”

“Okay,” Chris says again, nodding as if he’s trying to convince himself. “I’m gonna do it.”

“Yay,” Scott says, doing an excited little wiggle. “God, I love this.”

“This?”

“Talking about cute boys with my big brother. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Chris fondly rolls his eyes at him. He silent for a moment, before he looks at Scott curiously. “You think he’s cute?”

“Are you kidding me?” Scott says incredulously. “He is delicious. Lord, I probably would’ve tapped myself that if I’d had the chance.”

“Hey.”

Scott holds up his hands. “Okay, sorry, I get it. Back off, he’s yours.”

A soft, almost mushy look steals over Chris’s face. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “I hope so.”

A thought occurs to Scott suddenly. “Oh. My. God.”

“What? What is it?” Chris asks, looking alarmed.

“I can’t believe all those tinhatters on the internet figured this out before I did. About my own brother.”

“Oh god,” Chris groans, “please don’t remind me of the internet right now.”

Scott chuckles. “You know the internet’s opinion doesn’t matter, right? The only opinions that matter here are you and Sebastian’s. Fuck everyone else.” Reaching over to grab Chris’s phone from the coffee table, Scott hands it to Chris. “Now, go get ‘em, tiger. Go get your boy.”

Chris gives him a brittle but hopeful smile. “Wish me luck.”

Scott gets up off the couch and leans down to press a kiss to Chris’s fuzzy kiwi head. “Good luck, big bro.”

He notices Chris’s hands are shaking as he scrolls through his contacts, but he doesn’t comment, instead making to leave the room to give Chris some privacy. Before the door closes fully behind him, he hears Chris start to talk.

“Hey, Seb. It’s me, Chris. How, how’ve you been?” There’s a pause. “Yeah, I’m sorry it’s been a while. I just. I wanted to check how you’re holding up. And, um.” A shaky inhale, and then, softly, “I- I miss you.”

Scott smiles to himself as he pulls the door closes behind him. Something tells him they’ll be alright.

[mimithings97]

7:58pm

When babysitting time almost ends prematurely ;) Based on the Drabble Request:

#14 “how am i supposed to know you put a banana in your pocket?”

Word Count: 2k

A/N: For the anon that said ‘Oh my god 😂😂😂😂😂 #14 and jungkook bls crackety crack crack that newborn chickies would be jealous 😂😂😂😂’, I don’t even know what you meant but I love it and enjoy, Mimi x

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You’re completely fucking neck deep.

And you wished you could say that in any other way than the one you mean. Like neck deep in a steamy bath with salts and candles and the smelly shit Jungkook uses after the gym because it’s a home smell. Or like neck deep on your couch with records soothing the ears and some kind of fried dish sizzling on your cooker. Fuck, like neck deep in the smell of sex as someone pile dri-

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N! I- er- can’t reach the bathroom door thingy!” 

Nah. 

You’re neck deep in the stress of your two nephews and niece. 

“Yeh, Jae, just give it a big push and it’ll open.” 

“Mmm, tried that!” he’s pouting but still finds the energy to contradict his face by skipping around your legs. 

“Fine. Bathroom door here we come!” But you’re in no way enthusiastic. 

Yoongi, on the pretence that these are in fact his children, would say they’re beautifully brimming with life, immature and youthful in the sweet kind of way, the apples to his eye, the stars to his fucking moon. You’re brother turned real sappy over the course of fatherhood. And to be honest, you’d liked them, at first, when they couldn’t talk, when they didn’t all start dressing the same and you could tell one apart from the other, when you didn’t have to face them alone and without the extra strong arms of your boyfriend.

Yet you find yourself into the fourth hour of damage control to your apartment and toilet brakes consistent with that of an elderly woman with pelvic floor dysfunction.

Jungkook’s better at this than you. He has the ability to reinvigorate his childhood self and channel it all in babysitting days. That and he stashes banana milk to the brim and out of your reach in the top cupboard just so he can retrieve it and play ‘fun uncle Kook’. He’ll say it’s just because he loves banana milk and to be honest, you can’t really argue with that. 

And, shit, you miss him.

“Auntie Y/N.” Her voice is sweet but you see the glint of the devil in her eye, you swear. 

“Yes, Mai.”

“Daddy makes me hot chocolate before bed, and bedtimes almost here.” You frown deep. Yoongi almost definitely doesn’t make them hot chocolate because Sannie has a nut allergy, but how can you tell a child she’s lying. 

“And auntie Y/N.” She strings it out like it’s honey and silk and fuck does it work.

“Yes Mai?”

“I think Jae’s locked himself in the toilet.” 

Fuck! Damn children and their short arms that can’t reach over their heads!

The girl in the plaid pyjamas, watching on amused as you scramble for the bathroom, has more sense than you’ll ever have at 8pm. It’s sad, but sadder when the door creaks and reveals first a sniffle and then an all out sob before the small bundle curls into one of your legs. You’re wearing jeans, but he hugs you like you’re soft and comforting. It kind of thins your edges a bit and you scoop him up in no time, because babysitting is a bitch, but you’re not.

“Oh bubby, did you get yourself trapped in the toilet.”

“Mmm,” a sleeve covered tiny fist rubs at his eyes, and he gives a tinier nod before he flops down into your neck. 

You pace the apartment with shuffled walks, an attempt to soothe the dying hiccups on your shoulder, and find a spot in behind the sofa to watch on as the other two make a plaything out of Jungkook’s exercise band. You should have the sense to tell them to be careful but every time Sannie pulls one end, Mai pulls the other and then Mai, the 5 minute older triplet that she is, sends San flying, is just a bit too good to distract them from. 

It’s a shame the sound of keys and the hallway light has to disturb the ‘peace’. 

“What do we have here!” 

Jae shifts at the same time as you to spare a glance at the man in the doorway. Business casual, because it’s a Friday, looks good on him, and the smile he adorns when the first two bound up and at him with speed looks even better. 

“Uncle Kook!”

“Sannie!” He throws San over one shoulder.

“Uncle Kookkkk!”

And pushes a fist out to the other. 

“Mai my bro, how we chillin.” 

Her tiny fist meets his before pulling back in a fake explosion. You don’t know when the tradition started, why Jungkook thinks it’s appropriate, but because she replies with a small, “peachy, Kookie, peachy,” you might just have to smile and feign sensibility. 

Your early day perception of Jungkook definitely didn’t pip him as one for children, to the extent you genuinely thought he was scared of them. But then he cried when Yoongi announced his girlfriends pregnancy, cried harder when three munchkins were born, and forever since has lived up to the job of ‘best uncle’ despite having 5 others to contend with. Your brother and him were stunningly close like that. It’s how you and Jungkook had met. And now you’ve come to love the 8pm deadline, rather than 10:30, he’s set out of his training session, because now you get to share the wonder that is your boyfriend with three tiny faces. You almost think they adore him as much as you. Almost.

“And what’s up with this little champ ey?”

You give him a gentle shake to rouse him, then he finds your eyes, then Jungkook’s and finally throws two chubby arms in his direction even though Kook already had his hug ready and waiting. Your boyfriends probably sweaty, but the boy pays no mind and finds his peace between shoulder and neck. Jungkook turns your way.

“Hey you,” his eyes glint like that when he misses you. Maybe you blush. 

“Hey you.” 

“Why is the bread baby crying?” Jae’s got rolls for days, arms, legs, hands and feet just round and pure squish and you know it’s because Yoongi can’t say no to him like he can the others.  

“He couldn’t get out of the bathroom.” 

There’s a bottle of protein shake on the side that you’d readied in preparation for Jungkook’s appearance, and he takes it gladly in one hand whilst balancing Jae, impressively on the other. 

“Macho man!” Jae perks his head up a bit at the nickname, eyes a little more alive than when they were puffy, “you gotta start doing your morning stretches like I said. Those arms aren’t gonna grow themselves,” the shit he spouts sometimes you swear-

“I know, uncle Kook, I’ll try, but- but- but, maybe you and auntie Y/N could make another door, a little smaller, fo-for me.” It’s a cute enough statement that you keen, Jungkook too, and you both share a look of despair at the blubbering stutter of baby that is your nephew. 

“I’ll see what I can do for you champ,” and finally Jungkook and his arms are set free, Jae shuffling small steps across the wooden floor with his penguin socks loose and giving you a final moment of broodiness. 

You distract the impending coo you were going to let off in favour of picking up the remnants of dinner, which turned to playtime, as tomatoes and carrots line the cracks in your floor. 

Jungkook’s got a sweaty hand on your neck though, needing stress and the evenings memories away for a few brief seconds. He’s got those kinds of hands. The ones you can talk about for hours because they’re strong, fucking pretty, do glorious things in glorious places and dirty things in others. His hand drops though before babysitting time ends prematurely. Yoongi doesn’t get back until tomorrow morning, so even a wisp of a thought of that man behind you and how he’s definitely sweaty and definitely a feast, is gone, poof, dissipated. 

“How’ve they been? Rough work again?”

“Mmm, of course,” you take a note the bin needs to be taken out as you chuck the last remaining pieces away. 

“Come on, they’re not that bad.” You’re ready to tell him to go suck one and try and do it by himself, but there’s hands on your hips, warm, sweaty, soothing, and a dick against your ass...hard.

“Jungkook!”

“What, they’re really alri-”

“The fuck are you doing the triplets are literally there,” his lips pull back from where they had settled on your neck. 

“D’you mean, I’m not doing anything.” He’s high pitched like he doesn’t know his dicks up your ass, so you scoff. 

“What are you hard for, you mong,” but you go to push him away, arm behind your back, firm to his hip, yet your hand meets something harder than his abs - he works out, but not enough to make him that solid - and definitely a different shap to how his cock normally feels - and you’ve felt him up enough times to know. “And why is your boner shaped like that?”

“Boner, I’m not ev-”

You spin, eye his botched erection, and dip a hand to his pocket. He looks at you, shocked, puzzled, and suddenly you’re prematurely plunging into your grave in the shame of thinking what you were thinking. 

“Wait, did you think this was my d-i-c-k!” 

He waves it, his choked laugh too, in your face. You’re red, and probably crying, but your cheeks are so hot with embarrassment you don’t know.

“How was I supposed to know you had a banana in your pocket!”

He laughs fully enough that the kids seek out it’s source. 

“Uncle Kook, uncle Kook, can I have a bite?”

He gives her the whole thing, still staring at you with teeth on show, a story to tell Yoongi, and one final blow to the shit show that is your life,

“Mai.”

“Yes uncle Kook.”

“Tell auntie Y/N she’s nasty.” 

And when nasty is a whole other word for a child, Mai proceeds unphased, probably believing in the sentiment of the statement. 

“Auntie Y/N.”

“Yes Mai.”

“You’re nasty.”

...Fuck.

[adonis-koo]

So I was on PornHub(tmi) and I was watching this video from feelgoodfilth i think and it was this audio titled Daddy overstimulates your clit and I just thought of Tease!JK. Like tbh, I didn't find the audio sexy just cause of the fact that if it is not steamy, sensual, and in the moment, i'm just •_•. But if you listen to it, the words were ff worthy to me. So getting to the point ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᶦᵈ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵀᵉᵃˢᵉᵎᴶᴷ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴹᶜ ᵇᵃˢᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵘᵈᶦᵒ ᶦᶠ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ᵐʸ ᵈᵘᵈᵉ ᴷ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ⁻

I really just searched pornhub like it was youtube all in the name of writing, if this ain’t thriving Chief then idk what is- also his words were highly ff worthy but the growling??? he sounded a little possessed at one point??? I fucking CRACKED up when he started growling at the end HAHAHA

Unedited like I was sleep deprived and theres probably a lot of typos but it’s straight up filth so-

Pairing: tease!Jungkook/Reader

Genre: S M U T

1 or 2k ish??? srry a drabble just wasn’t gonna cut it chief

Tags: heavy daddy kink OwO, toys, edging, orgasm denial, lots of teasing, overstimulation, forced orgasm, a little breath play, slight sir kink, and a whole lot of filthy talk

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You swallowed thickly at the pastel pink silks Jungkook held in his hands, his legs straddled over your body, cheeks red and unable to fully look at him making a laugh bubble in his lips, “Why the scared look babydoll? You’ve been such a good girl you wanted this, right?”

With quivering lips you parted them briefly, eyes meeting his wolfish gaze that store down at you as if ready to eat his prey alive. No words could escape your lips making another confident laugh escape his lips, grabbing your wrists delicately as he pulled them over your head, “You know your safe word babygirl don’t act like an innocent angel when you were begging for my cock earlier.”

His words made you squeeze your thighs together, previous arousal already sliding down your thighs as he expertly wrapped the silk around your wrists, “And you’re already so wet again, you’re making a mess all over the sheets. Did daddy’s cock feel that good?” Your breath hitched as he finished tying your wrists to the bedpost, your body completely bare and on display.

Your nipples were perked from the cold air of the room and your body was beginning to burn from new arousal and anticipation, what you didn’t expect was the harsh sting of a slap against your thigh making you whimper as Jungkook pressed his tongue into his cheek, “I asked you a question babydoll, did you like daddy’s cock?”

Letting out a whine you felt embarrassment wash over you as you wiggled, another harsh slap stung over your skin making you yelp, fresh arousal slipping from your already wet cunt at the throb of pain as Jungkook chided, “You’ve been such a good baby all night, don’t ruin it now princess-“ He grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him, “Do you enjoy daddy’s cock? Do you like the way it splits that pretty pussy open?”

Your cheeks were bright red and your lips were quivering at the way his lips twisted into a sadistic smirk, eating up the way your timidity showed, “I-I love daddy’s cock…” You finally whimpered out, thighs rubbing together as the pout twisted on your lips, having been edged all night making you more needy then ever. Jungkook licked his lips, his smirk furrowing at how good his little girl was.

Jungkook grabbed your knees making you jump at the hot touch of his hands, “What a good girl,” his praise was enough to making you wet all over again, his hands pulled open your thighs making you let out a breathy gasp, cunt spread open and on display, glossy and wet just for him. His eyes feasted on the pretty sight making your face burn all over again as you shifted nervously.

“Shh don’t worry babygirl, daddy’s gonna take good care of that little clit,” Noticing your apprehension he gently petted down your sides, calming down your nerves a little as you obediently kept your thighs open, excitement burning in your stomach as he pulled out the vibrator. It was your favorite wand and he knew that all too well, in fact you loved it even more when he was the one using it on you.

Clacking his lips he could sense the change in your demeanor, Jungkook couldn’t keep the small smile from tugging on his lips as he clicked the vibrator on, “Someones a little excited,” he teased, letting the gentle thrum of the wand start at your neck, trailing your throat as he hummed, “Does baby wanna cum?”

Your lips quivered once more as you finally let out a small whine, “Please…”

Snorting a laugh Jungkook trailed the wand down your sternum, patiently circling your breasts as he curved a brow, “You’re gonna have to do more then that to convince me babydoll.”

Feeling him click the vibrator up a setting it consistently thrummed into your stomach, the anticipation nearly killing your body as your back began to arch a little, letting out a breathy plea, “Daddy please…! Please!” Jungkook was teasing your hips now making them buck into the air, your thighs rubbing harshly together at you squirmed.

Licking his lips Jungkook let the wolfish sadism set in his eyes, enjoying the increasingly desperation your voice cracked with and the way your body was beginning to react to his merciless teasing, “You sure you want it on that pretty little clit babygirl?” He asked, a playful tone in his voice making you kick your feet as you nodded.

“F-fuck please!” Your back was beginning to ache from arching and your eyes had snapped shut at the feeling of the wand vibrating so close to your clit, but just far enough away to not feel it, “Please! Please daddy I’ll be good girl- please!” Your hips kept rolling up to meet the wand he cruelly kept away from your soaked cunt.

“Oh I know you will babydoll,” Jungkook chuckled lightly, your eyes were nearly rolling to the back of your head as he lightly placed the vibrator over your clit, pleasure quickly thrumming into your body, “My good little baby, look at that needy little cunt wanting more.” You couldn’t keep your hips still as the rode against the wand.

Your arousal coating it’s silicon surface as you slid so easily against it, friction building in your clit as you let out a shaky moan, “D-daddy- mmm! Feels so good-“ you could hardly form a coherent sentence as he began to move the wand in rhythm with your hips, moving it slightly to hit closer to your sweet spot.

Your body was nearly burning from pleasure as your moans became shaky and cracked, wetness gleaming from the wand as Jungkook turned up its setting once more, a more powerful vibration drilling into your clit as you let out a gasp, “Are you gonna be a good girl and wait for me to let you cum?” Jungkook cooed out watching your hips desperate dragged against the wand, pressing it harsher against your sensitive bud making you yelp.

Your orgasm was ready to wash over your whole body was your eyes began to gloss, trying to keep yourself from cumming, “D-daddy! Please! Please I’m so close let me cum! Daddy please!” Your hips were beginning to shake as you tried to keep them still, Jungkook continued to rub the wand against your little bud making you pull at the silk with a cry.

“Not yet babydoll,” Jungkook purred, his smirk widening at the way your body withered beneath him, little tears dripping down your cheeks at being edged so ruthlessly, moans continually escaped your lips and you couldn’t hold it anymore, just as your orgasm came close to rolling through your body Jungkook pulled the vibrator away, “What did I say babydoll? You don’t cum until I say so.”

A sob had already escaped your lips as tears blurred your vision, apologies escaping your lips left and right as your hips continually bucked into the air in desperate search for a release that would not be found, “Daddy! Please! My clit needs it so bad! So bad! Please.” You babbled out with a sob, body aching in pain for your pleasure.

Jungkook wiped your tears as he cooed out, “I know babydoll but you have to be a good girl if you wanna cum,” You nearly cried again as he placed the shaft of the wand back over your clit, pleasure throbbing more intensely into your abused nub as moans ushered from your lips, “Now be a good girl and wait.” Your body was already intensely burning again, excitement building too quickly and you wanted nothing more then to just let go and cum all over the toy.

“Daddy please…!” you croaked out with a whine, eyes shutting as you tried to keep yourself from making a mess, Jungkook ignored your whines though as he turned the toy up to its last setting, the vibraton almost painfully drilling into your clit making a near scream escape your lips as he pressed it harsher into your clit.

“Go on babygirl, cum.” Your back instantly arched and your breathing became rapidly as your hips stuttered against the toy, moans escaping you left and right as you obediently came, your clit burning in pleasure Jungkook skillfully guided you through your orgasm, your mind nearly numb from the blissful pleasure you had been denied all evening.

Your wrists were beginning to ache at your continual tugging at the silks, your back arched as you whimpered, “Mmm! Fuck- fuck! Fuck! Daddy! Mmm!”

“Good girl baby, such a good girl,” His praise was enough to make you let out another string of moans, body coming down from its high and quickly becoming over sensitive, “Now can you be an even better girl for daddy and keep going?” You nearly whimpered at him quickly rubbing the shaft of the vibratior against your clit making you let out a yelp, the thrumming in your little nub making your eyes nearly gloss.

“Daddy…! I- I can’t,” You instantly cried out in objection, your hips only continued in his hands rhythm, unable to stop at your second orgasm quickly building in your body, “It hurts!”

Jungkook let the smirk coil back on his lips, ignoring your pleas and whines as he continued rocking the toy against your clit making you let out another sob, “Well daddy’s gonna make you then, I think that little clit can handle it. So be a good girl and cum,” His voice held a low growl making you whine, your mind becoming hazy as pleasure began to overwhelm your body, “I said cum you slut.” He growled once more, his free hand slapping down against the side of your thigh.

Pressing the wand roughly into your clit making you jump as you strangled out a cry, the orgasm forcing its way into your body as your thighs began to shake, tears rolling down your cheeks as a moaned sob bubbles in your lips, “That’s right baby, keep cumming for daddy,” Jungkook rasped out, his eyes dark and hungry as he pressed the vibrator further into your clit.

“Please! Daddy I can’t! I-I-“ You wheezed at the feeling of his large hand squeezing around your throat, his lips twitching with annoyance as he dragged the toy against your overstimulated nub.

“I don’t care babydoll,” Jungkook growled, his grip on your throat tightening with a squeeze making you gag, your body in complete hazy euphoria as he snapped, “You’re gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy again.” You nearly yelped at the pressure releasing from your clit only for Jungkook to push it inside you, “How about how baby? No more excuses you’re gonna cum.”

The wet noises were obscene as your walls clenched over the toy, his hand expertly pumping it inside of you dragging it along the spongy sensitive wall of your g-spot as you let out a cracked moan, yanking against your restraints as you gasped, “I- fuck! Jungkook!”

His hand suddenly squeezed tightly against your throat, “That’s not how you address your daddy is it you little brat.” He pressed the toy into your g-spot harshly as you clenched around it, shaky legged as the orgasm forced its way into your body.

Crying you wheezed, “No sir! No sir! Fuck…!” Your mind was completely overwhelmed as you let out another sob, body hyper sensitive to every little movement as Jungkook turned off the vibrator, letting it slip out of you before setting it down. Squeezing your legs shut you let the tears slip from your eyes as you weeped.

Jungkook laughed softly as he undid your restraints, “Shhh, you did so well babygirl,” he wiped your tears before scooping up your body, laying down as he tucked you against him, needly you curled against him as you let the tears drip down your cheeks, still overwhelmed by so many sensations, “You were such a good girl for me,” he cooed out softly, pressing a kiss against your head as he tenderly stroked your back, “Do you want me to put on a cartoon?”

A small, delicate ‘please’ bubbled from your lips but as soon as he shifted to get up you squeezed onto him tighter, frightened of letting go, Jungkook managed to pull out your laptop, typing in its password before putting something on and laying back down. Crawling on top of him completely you let out a sniffle as you buried down against his neck, “Was I really a good girl?” You murmured into his skin.

Jungkook couldn’t help the smile that pulled onto his lip as he looked down at his little crybaby, “You’re always a good girl for me babydoll.” Pressing a chaste kiss against your head once more before he let you unwind eventually falling asleep. You would always be his good babygirl.

[mccnyoongi]

the yoongi thigh riding drabble 😫😫😫 sis ur tryna kill me alsooo i know u said ur trying not to go for the “riding yoongi in his studio chair” trope however i FULLY support indulging in this trope 😉 i rlly love ur writing tho omg 🥰

+ anon said:  hi im uh read your latest work and rEALLY LIKED IT so can i please request riding yoongi in his studio chair??? thanks if you would posts it!

+ another anon said: yoongi drabble, were where y / n and he have sex in his studio, pls?

hsfjksfh TWIST MY ARm why dont u !! (i told yall id do nasty soon) now i wanna write a multi-chaptered undergroundrapper!yoongi sjkfjsdf 

⇢ word count: 2K+ (lmao)

⇢ warnings: unprotected sex, dom!yoongi, starts SUPER soft then devolves into filth, undergroundrapper!yoongi bc ion like writing idol!au skdfjsdfk, degradation, yoongi’s hands

Yoongi’s passion has always been one of your favourite things about him- if he cares about something, he’ll give his all to it. Thankfully you fall under that category. The only question is whether you’re first or second on the list, constantly competing with his music.

With Yoongi garnering a fair amount of success from his life as an underground rapper, you understand why it’s starting to take over more and more of his life, you really do. You loved Yoongi, you loved his music. But you couldn’t help but start to… miss your boyfriend. A sad irony that you could miss the man who’s been, as of late, spending the majority of his time in his ‘studio,’ aka the spare room of your shared apartment that he said was about a quarter the size of a proper studio. 

How could you miss someone that was less than fifteen feet away from you, two doors away? You weren’t sure that it was possible until now, lying in bed, Yoongi’s side cold and the offensive red light of your bedside alarm clock telling you it’s far past the time your boyfriend promised he’d be in bed by. You sigh, sitting up, knowing that you wouldn’t get any sleep if you just sat there and stewed in your negativity. So instead you’d seek him out.

Thankfully there isn’t a lock on the door, he hasn’t gotten around to putting one in yet. You know the day will come soon, since last time your friends were over, Jungkook and Jimin had managed to sneak their way in, looking like guilty puppies when Yoongi had caught them. 

Lock or not, Yoongi didn’t even hear you, ears covered by his almost comically oversized headphones, his dyed blonde head bobbing to whatever beat he’s working on at the moment. You can’t help but smile fondly at the sight of your sweet boy so immersed in the thing he’s dedicated his life to.

He’s only made aware of your presence when you wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind. He finally takes those ridiculous headphones off, pausing the track and letting you rest your chin on the top of his head.

You look at the two monitors in front of him as though you have any idea what’s going on on the screens. “Hard at work, huh genius?”

You feel him cock his head under you and he hums gently, one of his large hands- something about him you first fell in love with when you saw it, pale and slender, gripping a microphone on stage- grabbing at yours. “Sorry,” He mumbles, and you can tell by the timber and the gruffness of his voice that he hasn’t spoken a word since he came into this room a couple of hours ago. “Lose track of time in this room. No windows.”

“S’okay Yoon. Just missed you is all.”

Your words are innocent but they tug at his heart and make him shut his eyes for a moment. He never wants to make you feel like second best, but the way he falls into things sometimes makes him forget that anything else exists in the world. But now he wants to be close to you, to touch you, to make it all up to you. 

“C’mere,” He’s tugging at the hand he has in his grip, and he keeps tugging until you’ve circled around his chair to stand in front of him. “Up on my lap, babe.” An offer you couldn’t refuse. So you don’t.

You’re straddling him now, well-toned but not overtly muscular thighs under you- a familiar and welcoming seat of yours. His warmth is comforting to you and vice versa. “I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” You don’t want to say yes, afraid of hurting his feelings but the pout that graces your features gives it all away.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” One of his large hands comes up to cup your face, and he coos softly when you lean and nuzzle into his palm, as if he isn’t thinking of all the filthy and depraved things he’s been missing out on with you while he’s been cooped up in his studio. “‘M gonna make it up to you.”

And then his mouth is on yours, and you’re reminded why you love kissing Min Yoongi so much. He’s careful and intense, every movement backed by the same confidence and dominance he exudes when he’s on stage. It’s when you deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, skilled and tactful, that you realize you weren’t just here for a quick visit.

“Yoongi,” You murmur as soon as he’s pulling back, detaching your mouths. You’re momentarily hypnotized by the string of spit that still connects the two of you, staring at it until it breaks. Yoongi notices this fascination of yours, and give you a smirk you regret ever confessing to him you find sexy. 

“Are you getting all desperate for me, silly girl? Hm?” You can’t help but rut your hips against his own at the words, loving the way they fall out of his mouth so lazily but with as much purpose as a presidential speech. “So needy ‘nd squirmy for me… Love seeing you so fucking desperate, you know.” His hands are travelling up your sleep shirt- aka an old band shirt of his that you had staked your claim over before the two of you had even moved in together.

His hands don’t go where more inexperienced ones might immediately go but instead traverse up and down your back, leaving delicious goosebumps in their wake. You shiver both from the feeling, and from the anticipation of what’s to come. You go to take your shirt off but are stopped by two hands circled around your wrists. “Patience,” Yoongi’s voice is next to your ear now, as he’s pulled you down using the grip he has on you. 

He’s made it clear that while you may be on top of him, he’s the one with control. And he’s fucking revelling in it, you can see it in the sparkle in his eyes as he lets go of your wrists. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you, I promise,” You trust him wholeheartedly, and communicate this with a nod. You know he understands when his hands slide down, under your shirt once more, this time staying far lower. 

“Soaking wet and I’ve barely even done anything,” He’s so cocky and you should be annoyed but you can’t find it in you, instead you feel yourself get even hotter at his words. “Panties off, little girl.”

His tone leaves no room for arguing, so you scramble to stand up and follow his demands, panties lost somewhere behind him. You go to get back onto your spot on his lap, missing it already, but are stopped once more by his hands. One is on your waist, holding you steady, only using a portion of its strength and the other is on your face, squishing your cheeks, opening your mouth and pushing your lips out obscenely. 

He looks like he’s still deciding what the hell to do with you, how hard to go. Then he’s cocking his head, brazen smirk back on his face as he pushes you down to your knees. The carpeting immediately makes the position uncomfortable as you feel it grating against the skin of your knees. But any discomfort is immediately quelled, or, at least, forgotten, at the sight and sound of Yoongi undoing his belt in front of you- any thoughts of your knees and carpet burn are replaced with the thoughts of Yoongi’s cock. He had that effect on you.

He chuckled at the look in your eyes, finally releasing himself from the confines of his jeans. He sighs at the release, cold air hitting his skin a shock to his rock hard dick. “Practically fucking drooling for this cock, aren’t you?” You nod earnestly and lean forward, towards his cock where his hand works over it lazily. He grabs a fistful of your hair with his other hand, withholding you from what you really want. “So fucking desperate, you slut. You wanna suck my cock so bad? You better do a good fucking job of it, convince me you deserve it in that slutty cunt of yours.”

You barely have time to think about how quickly he shifted from the sweet, loving Yoongi you normally know to this darker version of Yoongi, the one that comes out whenever he’s properly turned on before his hand that’s fisted in your hair is dragging you toward his achingly hard cock. You open your mouth, ready and willing, and mouth at his tip, letting your spit, your drool, collect and fall over it, dripping down the rest of his impressive length. You pull back to give the tip a gentle kiss, barely holding back a giggle when it jumps angrily at you

He breathes out heavily from his spot above you and yanks you back off his cock. “You wanna be a messy fucking tease? Fine. Open your mouth. Now,” You do as he says, not wanting to anger him further. 

He collects spit in his own mouth, and you're made to sit and wait patiently, hair a mess and mouth wide open. You don’t have to wait long until he spits into your mouth, the act so filthy, so dirty, you can only close your eyes and whimper, so turned on from it all that you can feel your own wetness starting to drip down your thighs. Messy. “Don’t swallow,” He doesn’t need to explain more as he leads you back to his cock.

You let the combination of your and his spit fall onto his cock, the act obscene but astoundingly erotic. You finally start to swallow down his length like you know he wants, your hands coming up to help. Both of his hands are in your hair now, entirely controlling your actions, the speed of which your sucking his cock.

He finally pushes you down as far as he can, your hands falling to his thighs. Your nose is against his stomach, tickled by the sparse amount of hair there. You can barely breathe from this position, but you take it if only for the groans you hear tumble out of his mouth. “Such a good girl, my best fucking slut,” You moan at the praise, the vibrations making his head fall back on his chair. There’s drool covering both him and your face now, tears welling at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, and every second you can feel yourself getting wetter.

His hands fall slack on your hair, but you don’t pull back just yet, instead, taking the opportunity to swallow around him once, twice, three times. He yanks you off of his cock, his breathing ragged and heavy. He looks at you with a half-lidded gaze. “Up.”

It’s only one word, but he doesn’t need anymore, not with a commanding tone like that. You get back on his lap, immediately calmed and comforted by the spot. He finally tears off the shirt, now wrinkled and covered in drool and precum. 

“Now fucking sit on it,” And you can hardly hold yourself back, eagerly lifting yourself up and positioning the head of his cock against your slick entrance. You let yourself fall, the whole of him filling you up perfectly, and so so good.

Yours and Yoongi’s groans mingle together in an unrivalled harmony, the two of you still for a moment as you bask in the feeling. “Being such a good fucking girl,” His hands work up and down your sides. “Now fuck yourself on my cock, and don’t you dare stop. Don’t stop until you full of my fucking cum, ‘till you’re my perfect, messy bitch.”

You start slowly, lifting yourself up until barely an inch is left in your pussy, and drop all the way back down. You continue like this, deep, strong strokes, slowly speeding up until your bouncing on his lap, the obscene sounds of the two of you filling the room, your very own symphony when combined with your groans.

“So good, baby, so fucking good, bouncing on my cock, gonna make such a fucking mess out of you, yeah?” He’s lifting his hips to meet yours, making every downstroke that much more intense. 

He lands a spank on your ass, then another, the sharp pain only serving to make you wetter and bounce on him harder. He chuckles in between moans. “You like that, huh? You’ll take anything I give you, ‘cause you’re my perfect little whore.”

You can feel the crescendo coming, building up like a tsunami. “Yoongi- Yoongi please, please, you have to let me come,” Any other time you’d have reservations about begging, but when it came to Yoongi, all pride was left at the door. “Need it.”

“I have to? I don’t have to do anything, whore,” His hand is back on your face, lips puckering out again. You nod in desperate agreement. He’s collecting spit in his mouth once more and you open your mouth wider in anticipation of what’s about to come. He spits in your mouth again, this time wanting you to swallow. It’s a dirty act, so vulgar, and you both groan at the site.

“You see that, slut? You swallow my spit, bounce on my cock and cum for me, all when I fucking tell you to? You understand?”“Yes, Yoongi I do, I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry, jus’ lemme cum.”

“Yeah, yeah, do it, fucking come for me.”

And cum you do, the feeling washing over you like nothing else, eyes closing and your head burrowing itself into Yoongi’s neck, the smell of his sweat comforting. You can hear Yoongi talking himself and you through your orgasms, but the words are too much for you to focus on. You can only feel his cum fill you up, already starting to spill out of you.

You’re both panting in the aftermath, his hands, once harsh, now softly caressing your back. The two of you are slick and sticky with sweat, but it’s the last thing on your minds.

“You still need to work on that song or are you finally gonna come to bed?”

“Please, neither of us are leaving that bed for the next 48 hours, besides to get the door for the take out we order.”

“Sounds perfect.”

[kooala]

보고 싶어 - I miss you

alright so this is my first attempt at a smut-ish drabble! I’m really more of a fluff writer so I hope you can enjoy this nonetheless!

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Wordcount: 2k

Genre: Smut! 🔥, Fluff 🌸

Warning: sexual content, please only read it if you’re 18+

Taehyung had tried to visit you but his tight schedule had made it impossible to see you over the past couple of weeks. So naturally, you didn’t expect him when someone rang your door in the middle of the night. The look he gave you made you realize that he didn’t come over to chat.

Grabbing the edges of the kitchen counter you couldn’t hold in your moans anymore. It had been way too long since you were able to see Tae because of his busy schedule and him ringing at your door in the middle of the night out of the blue, had made it very obvious that he wasn’t here to play Mario Kart. Breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling with each of his hip movements you felt the heat rising inside your entire body. 

The fact that this time neither of you even tried to make it to the bedroom was kind of a turn on and to top it off, you were his completely when he had grabbed your legs to lift you up and place you on the counter, which is where you were lying stretched out and naked now, trying to hold onto the way he made you feel for as long as possible without losing your mind. 

His hands were sliding over your body eagerly, exploring every inch of skin he had to miss over the past couple of months, sliding his hands down over your thighs, grabbing the soft skin tightly to pull you closer, making you gasp under his touch while he rolled his hips against yours steadily. 

“I missed you so much... “, he mumbled under his breath while lifting your leg onto his shoulder, slowly kissing over the inside of it before biting your skin with a smirk, watching your reaction.

Leaning up onto your elbows you watch him with parted lips, still unable to grasp how sexy he was when he really wanted to be. His longer, wavy hair slightly stuck to his skin because of the sweat both of you were covered in, his teeth biting his lips with a teasing grin on them. He bit the tip of his tongue smirking before pulling you up towards him on your waist, sliding both arms around you tight to press your body against his while getting lost in a heated kiss that left you feeling breathless. 

Sliding both your hands into his messy hair you closed your hands into fists, tucking on them all heated up, forcing him to break the kiss to let out a low gasp. 

“You’ve always been a sucker for me pulling your hair.”, you whispered teasingly, your lips only inches from his, blowing hot breath onto them while you were talking. 

Bending back you watched him with his head tilted back in pleasure, his eyes closed while he was swallowing hard. 

“Sucker for you no matter what you do.” He licked his dry lips and lowered his gaze to meet your eyes. His eyes seemed to be darker than usual, ready to do all the dirty things he had on his mind. 

You slowly trailed your fingertips over his shoulders down his chest, your touch painfully slow on his skin while enjoying every inch of him. 

“Right back at you, babe.”, you mumbled, bending forward to kiss his neck slowly, placing slow kisses on his burning skin, forcing him to clench his jaw to not simply push you over and finish what he started. It was hard for him to hold back with you but every second you stalled was so much more worth it in the end. 

Sliding your hands down his stomach he let out a pleased sigh as you wrapped your hands around him, starting to move your hands with a twisting motion to find the perfect pace.

“Y/N... “, the gasp escaped his lips with a crack in his voice.

“I’m not gonna make it if you do that.”, he chuckled low, a little embarrassed but unable to hold back how turned on he was by you wrapping your hands around him like that. 

“Babe - “ he reached down as his hips twitched dangerously once making him realize how close he was, grabbing both of your wrists, forcing you to look up at him. 

“I want you.”, he mumbled, kissing your wrists before releasing his grip and pulling your hips closer to the edge of the counter. 

What followed was Tae falling into an almost sloppy rhythm while pushing into you, trying hard to make it through so you could reach your high with him. 

The sudden change of pace, angle and him pushing in deeper made your legs shake and you were unable to control your body anymore, falling back onto the cold counter, getting goosebumps from hitting the cold.

Closing your eyes you bent up your spine in pleasure, moaning his name as he worked his magic to make you hear the blood rushing in your ears, the feeling of being ready to burst rising in your chest, your heart pounding like crazy under his touch. 

“Oh my god... “, you whispered heated and there was not another second left to announce anything else as the feeling rolled through your body, making you shake and twitch so bad, you couldn’t even make a sound. The scream that had escaped your lips dying immediately as you felt it choking off in your throat, your voice turning into a whine. You felt like all your senses were going numb as you lifted your hands to cover your mouth, shaking all over in pleasure, a weak laugh escaping your lips in disbelief of how he could make you feel. The way you twitched around him was sending him over the edge as well and although you really wanted to, you weren’t able to focus on him when he came. His loud moan, his hands digging into your thighs till his knuckles turned pale, you were unable to focus on anything but the feeling inside of you. 

The only thing you could focus one were his last couple of thrusts that hit your spot in a way you didn’t think was possible. 

You had a hard time focusing and calming down under his touch and when he saw how much you seemed to struggle to calm down after your high, he gently placed a few kisses on your stomach, pulling you up to him to cup your cheeks and look at your face. 

Your shaky breath made him almost burst of pride and with a smirk, he bent in to kiss your trembling lips. It took you a while too calm down but once you felt like you had control over your body again, you wrapped both arms around him tight to deepen the kiss, so hungry for him you could’ve easily done this ten more times but knowing it was not going to happen you had to calm yourself down slowly. You felt absolutely ecstatic. 

“I think that was the best one so far.”, he mumbled smirking, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and you smiled, eyes heavy from extending yourselves like that. 

Sliding your legs around his hips he lifted you off the counter to walk you over to the bathroom and while keeping your lips locked, he stepped into the shower with you, setting you down slowly under the hot stream of water. 

“How come you had time to stop by tonight.”, you asked the question you wanted to ask when he first came into the apartment before both of you got distracted earlier. Putting some shower gel in your hands, you started sliding your hands over his chest gently.

“I didn’t have time, but Kook covered for me.”, he replied and pushed your wet hair behind your ear with a smile on his lips while you washed over his chest and arms, enjoying the feeling of his silky skin under your hands. Pouting up to him, feeling a sudden wave of guilt run over you he shook his head, cupping both of your cheeks. “Don’t - I wanted to be here, with you. I always want to be with you so don’t feel guilty. I know it’s hard for me to come by even though we live in the same city, but I’ll always make time whenever I can, you know that baby.”

“I know Tae, you don’t have to expl-” - “But I want to. I want you to know.”, he smiled and you saw how much it meant to him to be able to tell you how he felt.

With a small nod, you smiled up to him, unable to wrap your head around the fact that he was the same guy that just made you orgasm to the point you almost lost your senses.

While both of you washed up quietly, sliding hands over each other’s bodies in appreciation you started to realize how lucky you were to have a guy like him. 

It was difficult to see him and it had easily been two months since he had been with you the last time but nothing could ever beat the feeling you had when he was around. The sex was amazing, obviously, but this very moment made you realize how irreplaceable he was for you. 

Watching him step out of the shower and dry off with a towel, you hung after your thoughts while watching him put on some briefs. Everything about him made you love him even more. All his little habits and features, from the three small freckles he had on his back to the way he sometimes seemed to be in his own world when he was focused on his own thoughts - it all made you love him even more. It made you feel like it was impossible to ever love anyone but him. 

Just as you smiled to yourself, thinking about all of those things while turning off the shower, he waited for you with a towel spread out in both of his hands, ready to embrace you with it, just confirming all the thoughts and reasons you have in your head for loving him. 

“Do you want to stay a little longer or do you have to go back right away?”, you asked a bit louder, walking back with all of your clothes from the kitchen, throwing them onto the chair in your bedroom while putting on your underwear.

“I think I’ll stay till you’re asleep and head out after.”, he smiled almost apologetic and you knew although it wasn’t nice to wake up without him, it had been a hassle for him to even be here tonight. Sometimes it seemed hard to appreciate what you had and not get lost in all the things you weren’t able to do with him. 

Grabbing his shirt from the pile of clothes you got dressed in it, walking over to join him already tucked in under the covers, the sheets already feeling warm and silky. 

You snuggled in on his side and heard him chuckle.

“You’re lucky I own so many t-shirts, girl.”, he smiled and put his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest and turning off the light in your bedroom.

“Well they smell like you when you’re not here, which is why I have to keep stealing them.”, you smirked. Feeling his arms wrap around you tighter, you could feel him starting to trace his fingertips over your arm slowly, stroking over the skin almost in a trance, making you feel wholesome.

“Thank you for coming although you technically couldn’t, babe.”, you whispered after a while, feeling the exhaustion hit you. 

“Don’t have to thank me for wanting to see my girlfriend. I love you Y/N. Always have, always will.” 

You knew he did and hearing him say it made your chest feel like it was about to burst - like you had so much love inside of you that your body could hardly contain it. You wanted to reply to him, you even knew what you were going to say in your head, but somehow your lips wouldn’t move as you sunk heavier against him. You could feel how tired you were and you struggled for a moment, trying so hard to reply to him but the exhaustion eventually got the better of you. 

Falling asleep in his arms was your safe place and nothing could ever make you feel better than knowing he was going to do everything to make you feel safe.

so again, I usually don’t write smut-ish stuff so please let me know if you liked it and if I should write more stories like this with other members! Hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading! xx

[moon-baby95]

College Fuckboy!AU: Jungkook x Reader 

Length: 1.6k

Genre: smut, slight fluff, mentions of substance abuse (edibles) 

Summary: Jungkook and ___ spend Valentine’s Day together but it’s not in the most conventional way 

Note: this is a drabble that goes along with my one shot New Rules (link in the masterlist in my description). It’s not required for you to read it to understand this, but it does give you a little more context to their relationship. Thank you all so much for 2k on New Rules and for reading and supporting all my other writing as well. I’ll add links after a while since tumblr is an asshat :) This was originally called Sour Gummies but it kinda looked like Cummies and I just....couldn’t do that

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Deep and even breaths fanned against Jungkook’s neck. The steady rise and fall of ___’s chest pressed against his own made him calm. He was always calm when he had her close. Long fingers tickled up and down her back, coaxing a content moan from her parted lips.

The ache in his knees started to bother him, even through the blissful fog in his mind. He didn't’ know how long they’d been sitting this way, ___ curled up on his lap. But the protest of his limbs staying in the same position for so long told him that it was a while. Jungkook held her firm against his lap, readjusting to rest his feet on the coffee table. He let himself fall back against the couch, head hitting the soft plushness of the cushion as he stretched his muscles. Eyes lazily drifted to the girl in his arms, quietly hushing her whine of protest at being jostled around.

When Jungkook had shown up to her apartment earlier in the afternoon, he hadn’t expected to walk in on ___ prancing around in a new red lace teddy. She had welcomed him by pushing him down onto her couch and straddling his lap, barely saying a “happy Valentine’s Day” before she had attacked his mouth.

Not that he or his dick were complaining. Jungkook had let her do what she wanted for the moment, content with the way her mouth bruised against his. When she tried to reach into his sweatpants, though, he stopped her. “Wait, I have something for you.”

Interest piqued, ___ scooted further back on his thighs so Jungkook could fish into his pocket for something. Pulling it out with a satisfied smirk, he handed it over to her. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

___ took the small package from his hands. Eyes scanning the label in disbelief as she tore open the ziplock seal.

Edipure,100 mg active THC in each piece.

“No way.” Greedy fingers pulled out a small gummy square coated in sugar. “How did you get these?”

“I know a guy.” Jungkook allowed pride to seep into his voice as ___ immediately tossed one of the fruit flavored edibles into her mouth.

“These taste like sour gummy worms.” She returned to kissing him, and he had no problem with licking the excess sugar from her lips. They took turns feeding each other gummies. Jungkook had stopped her after two, promising they could save the rest for later.

It wasn’t much later that there was a knock at the door, and Jungkook scurried to go answer it. ___ stayed on her couch, scantily clad body hidden from view of whoever had decided to visit.

When Jungkook returned, he was carrying a pizza box in his hands, along with a smaller box that could only be cheesy bread. “I ordered it ahead of time.”

“I want to suck your dick so bad right now.” ___ eyed him up and down, almost tempted to pull his sweats down and do just that.

“Pick a movie while these kick in.” Jungkook bent over, grabbing her chin and pulling her into a kiss. “Then you can sit on my dick for me.”  

Now, ___ squeezed herself closer to him, breaking Jungkook from his thoughts as her arms around his middle tightened. She wiggled in his lap and let out a whimpered breath. Fingers fisted the material of his t-shirt. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut when she started deliberately grinding her hips into his. The calmness of her breathing turned gasped and raspy, and he wrapped an arm tightly around her waist before pushing his hips up into hers.

Letting out a squeak, ___ buried her face deeper into his neck. She was convinced he’d forgotten what they were doing in the first place but when his cock pushed further into her she knew she still had his attention.  

“What is it, baby?” Jungkook’s voice was rough, breaking the comforting silence they had settled into. “What do you need?” He punctuated his question with another roll of his hips that had her nails digging into his back.

Jungkook wasn’t sure if it was the edibles she had eaten taking effect, or if she had become that needy in the time she’d been sitting on him, but it took awhile before ___ responded with a pouted, “I’m hungry.”

Licking his lips, Jungkook gave her another sharp thrust, which had her crying out into his neck, and he let out a small laugh. “My baby is still hungry? My cock not filling you enough? Hm?” His grip on her hips left and he trailed a hand up her back to fist in her hair.

“No, Jungkook.” ___ pushed herself up from the warmth of his body and it took everything he had not to stare at the way the cold air made her nipples pebble under the lace. “I’m hungry.” The pout of her mouth matched the exaggerated knit of her eyebrows and he wasn’t sorry when his dick twitched inside of her at how cute she looked.  

“Oh, shit, okay hold on.” He wrapped an arm around her back once more, pressing her against his chest and holding her steady as he bent forward and grabbed a piece of pizza from the box on the coffee table, pushing the half empty gummy package out of the way in the process.

When he sat back up he was brandishing a piece of bacon and pineapple pizza, ___’s go to pizza when she was stoned off her ass. He had to admit that sober he hated pineapple on pizza but the combination was so good when he was high he got it for her every time.

A desperate whine left ___’s mouth as she took a bite, not bothering to take it from Jungkook’s hand. As she was chewing, he gave her another sudden thrust, causing her eyes to close and he couldn’t tell if the moan was caused by his cock or the pizza. He was too high to care.

He took a bite himself as he steadied her on his lap and thrust into her, slow and shallow, just to give his dick some sort of friction. ___ didn’t seem to mind, she took the remainder of the pizza from him and took small bites as she lifted and dropped her hips to meet him.

Bodies moved in quiet synchronous rhythm for a while, both of them too lost in their pleasure to focus on the other. Until Jungkook snaked a hand down the front of ___’s body and rubbed at her clit. His fingers pushed the delicate lace fabric against her, and she keened at the sensation.

“Kookie…” Her head fell back, and he couldn’t help but watch the way her tits bounced as she rode him. He loved when she rode him. He loved how desperate she got and how hard she worked to make him cum. Jungkook loved when she used his body to her advantage, as a tool to make them both feel good.

“What is it, baby? Are you gonna cum?” The nod of her head was all that Jungkook needed to grab her around the waist and flip her over onto the couch, folding her legs into her chest. He was more alert now, even though the edibles were definitely coursing through his blood. He was determined to make ___ cum.

His hips burrowed into hers in the way that he knew she liked. And maybe it was the weed or maybe it was because it was Jungkook but ___ threw her head back and let out a strangled sob. Tears brimmed her eyes and she held onto him for dear life.

“You, okay, baby?” Jungkook’s thrusts slow but never truly stop, and when she hesitates to answer Jungkook brushes a few kisses across her face. “Talk to me.”

“I’m okay,” ___ manages, a small whine leaving her lips at the lack of movement “You just feel so good.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook wastes no time in giving her a painfully sharp thrust. “My cock make you feel good, baby?”

The answering cry from her lips is all that Jungkook needs to snap his hips into hers, the need to make her cum the only thing his mind can focus on.

___ felt like she was going to bust, Jungkook always made her feel full but something about the way he was stretching her pussy made her feel like she was going to break, and she reveled in it. She reached for it.

“C’mon baby, I know you wanna cum for me. You’re always my good girl. You always get so tight on my cock, fuck baby.” Jungkook’s head dipped to her chest, and he took a nipple in his mouth. He suckled lightly, like a man who’d just been given the nectar to eternal life. His tongue left a wet patch on the lace.

___ arched her back into his touch, and when his fingers met her clit and pushed her buttons in just the right way she was sobbing. Tears ran down her cheeks as she came on his dick and her pussy clenched around him.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it.” Jungkook trailed kisses from her chest to her mouth. “C’mon milk my cock.” As his fingers continued to abuse her sensitive body, her pussy held a vice grip on his cock, and it wasn’t long before he was covering her walls in white.

Jungkook rode out his orgasm, thrusting into her warmth until he winced from sensitivity. His eyes opened then, and he brushed his lips over the tear stains on her cheeks.

“Jungkook…” Her voice was soft, and she trembled in his hold.

“It’s alright, baby. I’ve got you.” He nuzzled into her hair, a content hum in his throat.

“I’m still hungry.”