#have some sloppy messy gifs of THAT SCENE

[fallowtail]

"Oh!"

[sargeant-bxrnes]

plus one

summary: when he sees you taking care of a youngling, your husband, anakin, is overcome by a very bad case of baby fever. [requested!]

contents/warnings: obvious mentions of pregnancy. | SMUT: dirty talk, fingering, praise, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, mating press.

wc: 2.2k

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Anakin and you have been married for years now, and yet the subject of kids hadn't been brought up often, both being busy Jedi, there wasn't much time for kids in your lives.

However, after arriving to you location after a long counsel meeting, Anakin witnessed an interesting scene. You were looking over a little youngling, the baby couldn't have been older than two. Perched on your hip, arm softly wrapped about him, keeping his tiny body tucked safely into your side as you talked to older younglings about something, whatever it was, had them smiling and talking animatedly to you, who matched their enthusiasm.

Something awoke inside of Anakin at the sight, and he couldn't help but imagine you carrying your kid instead, a little boy that had his eyes and your nose, or a little girl with your hair and his smile. A switch turned inside him and he felt this ever growing need, the thought of you pregnant, your skin glowing, your belly growing with his baby... Anakin knew what he wanted right away.

All he could think of, was making you a mommy, and making that dream of his real, by pumping you full, filling you up with his seed.

The baby youngling babbled something to you, making you laugh and tickle him, earning some sweet giggles from the baby boy. Anakin couldn't help but melt inside, smiling, he felt his heartbeat increase and his body react to the sight of your loving care— that's it. He decided to walk up to you.

"Love... I wanna talk to you about something, an idea I had," He started, approaching slowly, his voice was soft yet determined as he looked at you with the upmost adoration. "could it be possible for us to go to our chambers?"

You smiled at your husband, greeting him with a little kiss on the cheek as you placed the baby back on the cradle, pecking his forehead and leaving it under care of the older younglings while they waited for their master, once that was settled, you approached your husband so you can go to your chambers and talk. "Sure darling, let's go."

Anakin could feel the blood rushing to his crotch, his bionic metal arm twitching slightly as he grabbed your hand. His thoughts were clouded with only one thing now, as he led you through the corridors, his steps got increasingly faster the closer you got to your chambers.

"Baby... come here." he whispered hoarsely, tugging you into your shared chambers. He closed the door and locked it before turning to face you.— he was going to be direct, there was no point to kick around the bush. "Let's make a baby."

"Oh?" You asked softly. The idea of having babies with him had crossed your mind more often than you'd ever admitted to him, so hearing him say that was a pleasant surprise.

Anakin grabbed you by the hips and started kissing your neck, his kisses were messy and sloppy, leaving slight trails of saliva wherever they went, his arms wrapped around you, reaching around to squeeze your ass. His voice was rough with lust. "I've been watching you today... seeing how amazing you are with that baby. It made me realize... I want a baby of our own."

"You do?" You asked, breath hitching and a little moan threatening to escape.— Anakin was being needy and desperate, a side of him you'd never seen before.

Anakin smirked and tugged you closer, whispering in your ear "I do. And I'm not gonna stop until we have one." His hand found the hem of your Jedi robes and started to tug on the collar slowly, exposing more skin as he kissed down your neck and chest.

You gasped as he licked a trail up your pulse point, slowly walking backwards toward the bed. "What got into you?"

Anakin followed you, his lips never leaving your skin as he tugged off your robe and tossed it aside, being met with your undergarments. He moved to undo his pants too before pushing you onto the bed, making you fall with a soft bounce of the mattress under you. "I don't know... just thinking about how amazing you'd be as my baby momma makes me so fucking hard."

"Oh." You mused softly, both turned on and surprised by Anakin's eagerness, you could feel his hard cock through his pants, he was clearly eager and with a very bad case of baby fever.

Anakin was suddenly all over you, his hands restless all over your body, gliding and groping, his teeth nipping at your neck as he growled low in his throat. "Tell me I can fuck you senseless right now, please." he murmured huskily between kisses, looking to see if it was alright with you. "wanna fill you up, again and again."

You couldn't help but shiver at the mix of dirty words and pleas, you nodded your head in consent. "Y-yes. Yes."

"That's my good girl... want you so fucking bad."

You laid down on the bed and pulled him on top of you— your hands eagerly moving to remove Anakin's shirt, pushing it up and over his head.

Anakin chuckled as you pulled his shirt off, his metal arm moving to aid in removing it before he roughly pushed your panties down and off too. His hands slid up your body and took a hold of your bra— he was so desperate and couldn't get it off quick enough for his liking, so his bionic hand took a fistful of it ripped it off you, your tits bouncing free.

"Ani!" You gasped in surprise and indignation as you saw your torn bra, the clasp ripped open and the material torn.

Anakin scoffed, bending down to capture one of your nipples between his lips, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud before sucking at it with his lips. His other hand moved between your legs, nudging them open. "Sorry... can't control myself."

Your back arched slightly under his touch, the way he was acting drove you insane, he was lavishing your tits like a starved man, a wet mess of his lips, his tongue and teeth, he's so needy and desperate he doesn't even know what to do with himself and it turns you on beyond belief to see him lose his composure.

Anakin groaned as he continued to suck and bite down on your nipple, his hand rubbing circles over your clit, two fingers teasing your entrance. His metal arm moved around to grab onto the headboard of the bed for support, his other hand still playing with your pussy. "I want you so bad. You gonna let me fill you up, hm? Fill up that pretty pussy till it takes."

You can't even form a sentence, it feels so good, his thumb applying the perfect pressure on your clit as his fingers spread your wetness around. "Please."

Anakin chuckled darkly, his fingers pushing into your pussy slowly. He looked down at you, taking sharp notice of the way you bit your lip. "You're so fucking hot... gonna make you cum first before I stretch that tight pussy of yours."

His words and ministrations drew a whimper out of you, your husband's dirty talk and eagerness turned you on more than ever before— maybe it was something primal, something natural, who knows, but by the Stars were you turned on.

He bent down and pressed his lips into yours in a slow, messy kiss, capturing your moans in between his lips. "That's it... love you, love how wet you are f'me"

"Mm love you too," You mumbled over his lips.

Anakin bit his lip as he looked at your face contorting in pleasure, his fingers found your sweet spot over and over again when he curled them to nudge your g-spot, he pumped them in and out of you, the wet squelching sounds of your pussy being downright sinful. He leant down to capture one of your nipples between his lips, sucking hard before moving on to the other. "You're so tight... love it when you squeeze me like that."

You couldn't help the moans escaping your lips, he was being so dirty and while you didn't know why, you enjoyed it. Anakin smirked, his thumb quickly found your clit again as he rubbed it in tight circles, two of his fingers still fingering your wet pussy. "That's my girl... you like that? Huh?"

"Baby I'm-" You managed to warn, feeling your orgasm near as he kept fingering you mercilessly, your wetness dripping down his fingers and your clit so stimulated it hurt.

Anakin cooed as he felt you trembling underneath him, his fingers moving faster inside of you. He was a man on a mission, and his mission was to make you cum. "Cum for me baby... that's it, just like that, so pretty f'me."

Anakin continued to talk you through it, praising you for being so good to him as he felt you cum around his fingers, your pussy squeezing them. He continued to finger fuck you roughly before pulling out and moving completely on top of you, one of his hands holding his weight along with his legs, as he used his other hand to pump his painfully hard cock, "I need t'fill you up baby, make you round with my kids, let me fill you up. Can I?"

"Please." The way he begged could've made you cum again, his voice was so desperate and borderline whiny, his cock so hard his tip was red, leaking precum.

Anakin sighed in relief, sliding his tip up and down your slit to gather your wetness before pressing forward on your entrance, slowly thrusting into you, a white translucent ring of your arousal growing around his cock as he pushed in— he gave you barely any time for you to adjust to his size and girth before he began moving, his hips slamming against yours. His metal hand moved to cup your face gently as he stared down at you. "You're so beautiful... love the way you look when I fuck you."

You could barely keep eye contact without your eyes rolling back from pleasure, which made Anakin chuckle as he leant down to kiss you again, making sure to move his hips in an angle that had his heavy cock dragging against your walls, brushing against your g-spot. "That's it baby... love how much you like this."

You let out a surprised sound as, out of nowhere, Anakin placed your legs over his shoulders, pressing down his weight on you to make you fold in half, your own legs near your head because of the angle.

Anakin's eyes rolled back as he felt how deep he was in your pussy now, you gripped the sheets tightly, your walls starting to clamp down on him like a vice grip. He pumped into you, being balls deep inside you now, determined to make you his. "Fuck... love how tight you are around me."

You two had never tried the mating press position before, but damn does it feel good, his cock drove deeper then ever, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust, the vein in the side of his shaft rubbing and pressing against your g-spot.

Anakin smirked as he looked down at you and how utterly lost you were in pleasure, he kissed you again before pulling back to press kisses to your neck, reaching between the two of you to rub your clit again. "That's it, that's it, cum for me baby... let go, just let it happen."

The way he fucked you, his fingers rubbing your clit, the way he talked to you and the tone of his voice, plus the undeniable knowledge of what he was after, made you cum again, moaning his name a little more high pitched than before.

Anakin moaned as he felt you cum around him again, your walls squeezing tightly. Nevertheless, he kept fucking you through your orgasm. "Gonna fill you up now, hm? Fill you with my seed."

The overstimulation was too much at that point, and all you could do was moan and whimper as he kept fucking you— you nod to let him know it's okay for him to cum inside.

Anakin's pace was faltering, his thrusts getting sloppy and irregular as he felt the familiar build up behind his balls, and finally he thrust into you one last time, his hips slamming against yours. He groaned loudly as he came inside of you, filling you up with his seed.

"Fuck... that's it baby... love you."

"Love you too..." You mumbled, too well fucked to say anything else, almost having being fucked to sleep.

Anakin chuckled softly as he pulled out of you, a mess of his cum and yours trailing out after his cock, he paid no mind to it, wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you close. He gently laid down next to you, pulling you into a spooning position.

"Sleep tight my love... I gotcha." He kissed your cheek and your pretty lips over and over again with little affectionate pecks. "and tomorrow morning..."

"Tomorrow morning?" You asked softly, tired, snuggling up to him.

"We'll try again, I'm gonna make sure we do this every single day until you're pregnant with our little one. Then it can be our mission to keep that baby healthy and safe." He cooed softly before kissing your temple and your cheek. "Sleep tight now sweetheart... I love you."

[crazywomanposting]

ೃ⁀➷ maneater (spencer reid x oc)

summary: Spencer falls in love with an unsub.

warnings: explicit sexual content, graphic descriptions of violence

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Chapter 3: Nothing is New

Someone had tacked up a photograph of her on the bottom right of Spencer’s corkboard. It was taken from surveillance footage of her entering the hotel. She was barely discernible in the photo, just a mop of blonde hair and brown eyes but Spencer had been fixated for the past hour. 

“Well, at least we have a name.” Morgan sighed. 

Spencer, dazed, turned to meet his gaze. “Mary,” He mumbled in agreement.

Morgan, true to his word, had let her go. She’d wrapped a scarf around her hair, and hurried out through the foyer, somehow missed by the cameras. 

“She could’ve been lying.” Prentiss reasoned, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. 

Morgan shook his head. “No. I could tell she was scared. She was telling the truth.”

“Why be scared? Maybe this Mary girl was threatening her,” Prentiss replied, glancing at her photograph. 

“Or just because we were threatening to arrest her.” 

“No.” Spencer straightened. “Prostitution is a misdemeanour, there was no reason for her to be that afraid.”

“So, Mary was threatening her?” 

“Maybe. We need to speak to her again.” 

Morgan laughed. “I don’t think that’s gonna happen, Lover Boy.”

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The Grand Plaza Hotel was a big step down from The Tigress. The cramped room reeked of sex and alcohol, and of course, there was blood splattered across the walls, but that couldn’t really be blamed on the two-star hotel. 

“So, Mary strikes again. Exactly as predicted.” Morgan sighs, squatting beside the mattress, where a particularly dark blood stain spread across the carpet. 

“But somethings off.” Reid replied, scanning the blood splatters. “The last scene was so much neater. There’s something we’re missing.” 

Morgan stood up, following Reid’s gaze to the walls. “Is there? Maybe we got too close and now she’s angry, acting out?”

Reid shook his head. “No. There’s something we’re not seeing.” 

He could feel Morgan’s eyes on him. This was the most alert he had been in weeks, and Morgan had noticed. 

“I just feel like this is only the tip of the iceberg.” There were too many incoherent half-ideas flitting around his mind for him to piece together and it had him on edge. 

Morgan clapped a hand on his shoulder. “I’m starving. Let’s get something to eat.” 

They met Prentiss, JJ and Hotch at a crowded Chinese restaurant near The Grand Plaza. 

“So, how was it?” Prentiss asked, as they sat.

Spencer met her eyes. “Messy. Sloppy. Completely different from the scenes so far.” 

She furrowed her brow and met Hotch’s eyes across the table. Spencer opened his mouth to pry about their secretive look but was interrupted. 

Across the restaurant, he met a pair of brown eyes, only familiar to a man who had spent hours that day staring at her photograph. She glanced at the man to his right, Morgan, and quickly looked away.  She fixed her gaze on the plate in front of her. She was wearing red lipstick and, for some reason, Spencer could not drag his gaze away from her mouth. There was a man sitting across from her, dark hair combed over a poorly concealed bald spot. A client, probably. 

“Spence?” 

He jerked back to their table to see Emily’s eyes on him. 

“Everything okay?”

No. He should tell them she was there. They could arrest her. Take her in for questioning. Find Mary before she could hurt anyone else. 

“Everything’s fine. Just tired.” He couldn’t meet her eyes. He was lying and the team of profilers all knew but hopefully he’d bought her enough time to slip away.

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[multiqts]

can we have a smut with all three boys and reader is fuckin siri and remmy is fuckin jamie plesse 😍

Thank you for this ask sorry I took literally forever to fill it :')

Title | Poly!Marauders

Pairing: Poly!Marauders x masc!reader

Warnings: Explicit themes, dom/sub themes, smut, poly!marauders, softdom!reader, top!reader, sub!james, switch!remus, sub!sirius, bottom!james, top!remus, bottom!sirius, subspace, vouyerism, finger sucking, foursome

Word Count: 674

A/N: Vouyer!sirius is canon sorry not sorry

Description: pnp lolsies

Warning NSFW !!

The room filled with the desperate moans of Remus and James' breathy whines as he was pounded into by his werewolf best friend. Remus was sat against the dresser and James sat in his lap fucking himself senseless on Remus. Sirius drooled around your fingers and his dark pupils looked on at the scene mistified.

"Such a good boy, Siri..." You giggled when he gagged softly. Other two marauders: James and Remus, were too busy with each other to pity the poor animagus. James sat on Remus' lap and bounced on his cock as you kept teasing Sirius. You took your fingers out of his mouth, much to his dismay, and walked behind him. He didn't want to take his eyes away from the lustful sight in front of him but, turned 90 degrees to be facing you again. You grinned at how his mouth flung open once you went for your pants' zipper.

"Please, please, please" He chanted like a prayer, begging for some sort of gratification.

"Be patient, Siri." He whined but obeyed. You finally got your pants down. Before he could make any moves, you grabbed him by his raven hair and held him in place. He couldn't help but drool at the sight of your hard cock. He looked up at you with tired eyes as a means of silently begging. You felt as though he had been teased enough, so you gave in and pushed your throbbing desire into his warm mouth and a wanton moan escaped your lips as well as Sirius'. You fucked Sirius' slutty throat until tears ran down his pale cheeks. Before you came, you decided Sirius deserved a reward. You tried to pull out of his mouth but Sirius fought back. So, you pulled on his dark locks harsher this time. He moaned girlishly and then let you go.

"Sir, please! I'll be good! Just let me suck you off please!" He cried as if he had done something wrong. You stroked his cheek and shushed him.

"Shhh, Siri. You aren't in trouble. Quite the opposite. I think you deserve a reward. Bend over for me, yeah?" His teary eyes met yours for a split second before he bared his nakedness to you. You grabbed the bottle of lube left open by Remus and used it to lube up your fingers before plunging them into Sirius. He shook from the stimulation. You immediately found his most sensitive spot and kept hitting it with the tips of your fingers. "What do we say, Sirius?"

"Thank you! Oh, thank you, sir." He sobbed as he fucked himself on your hand. Now, It was your turn. You roughly flipped Sirius on his back and shoved your cock deep in him. He clung onto you for dear life and cried desperately for you to fuck him harder despite your already brutal pace. He was always the one out of the group to want rougher treatment. Though, that usually meant he was the most sensitive one afterward.

"Daddy- Mm- Siri looks so good getting filled by Y/N. Doesn't he James?" Remus chimed in. He was now picking up the slack for James and fucking him roughly. James was just left a crying puddle of pleasure and his eyes rolled back with every thrust that Remus made.

"Answer him, James." You cooed. James tried to whine a response but was too caught up in his impending orgasm. Remus took in James' cries with a sloppy kiss on the lips. Sirius saw and pulled you in.

"Can- can I have a kiss, sir?" He asked shakily as you pounded him into the carpet. You happily obliged and gave Sirius an equally messy kiss and he moaned and sobbed into your mouth. Soon, All the Marauders would reach their breaking point and they would all cry out as they came. You didn't bother cleaning up. You all just crawled into your extra large, shared bed. You and Remus whispered sweet nothing to your subs and they reciprocated until all were asleep.

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[lovrre]

My Vampire boy ~

My Gif but scene pack from @kilzolga (on Instagram)

Eddie x fem reader

Pt2 here >>>

Warnings: cursing, masturbation, unprotected sex, smut and probably some others stuff.

Word Count: 2,476

Summary: When your best friend dies you realize just how much you really love him what happens when he comes back from the dead with fangs and a crazy amount of libido?

It’s been two days since the gates ripped Hawkins in two, you would think that would be the worst thing, It’s not. the worst thing is Eddie, after the demo bats tore his ass to shreds you forced Steve to carry him through the gate. You weren’t going to leave without him, dead or not he deserved far better. You remember the pain You felt. You and Dustin desperately trying to calm him with false promises of the future.

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“Nonono baby you’re gonna be ok you’re gonna make it” Eddie didn’t answer his eyes getting heavy and he was staring at the dark misty upside-down sky. “You’re gonna be fine Eddie,” Dustin says lip trembling. “Look look look at me baby,” you say grabbing Eddie's face with your hand blood smearing on his face in the process. His eyes looked more and more tired with each passing second. Dustin watched you his eyes filling up with tears. “Baby?” He whispers, smirking weakly and reaching his hand laying against your face you quietly hold it steady with your own.

“Yes baby, I’m sorry I made you wait so long, I’ve loved you since I met you, your humor your clothes everything ” Eddie musters up a smile and you smash your lips against his in fear that you won’t get another chance. It’s not a good kiss it’s sloppy, you taste the dirt blood and salty tears all merge Into one.

You pull away from the messy kiss and look at Eddie's now still body you can’t help but jerk back your body gose still before letting out broken sobs and laying your head on his chest frantically looking for a heartbeat. You knew there wouldn’t be one if anything you would’ve been surprised if you heard one but when you didn’t hear it your whole body felt like it shut down.

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When you guys went back through the gate it seemed like everyone was so focused on doing other things their energy made it feel like burying Eddie was a chore. You Steve and Dustin dug his grave next to your late aunt's old Summer den hidden in the woods.

Dustin and Steve placed Eddie inside the not-so-shallow grave The whole experience was horrible. The way Eddie’s body flopped like a doll rather than himself. There wasn’t a drop of life in his body you couldn’t look at him without crying. What pissed you off the most was after everything that happened everyone was acting like nothing happened at all. Like Eddie didn’t sacrifice himself trying to save them. After The burial you Dustin and Steve had a little funeral. But Steve left quickly after taking Dustin with him.

You tried really hard to stay away from the cabin but your house was empty and painfully quiet. your foster dad wasn’t home meaning he was among the presumed dead. If he was you would Now be officially an orphan. You knew you should have felt stronger but you barely felt anything Numb to everything. Also, None of your “friends” came to check up on you not one since The burial. The worst part was you knew if Eddie was alive he would have. Packing a bag you filled with leftover food in the pantry and Some of Your Clothes and the bag of Eddie clothes you packed for he previously when he was hiding in the boat house.

The walk there was excruciatingly long but it didn't matter. all you wanted was to be near him,You sat down Next to the painted grave marker you and Dustin made that read “our hero”. You guys couldn’t personalize it too much for fear that somebody might find it and vandalize it.

You Slowly lay on the ground next to the grave.

“Eddie….I miss you so fucking much you don’t even understand” of course, there was no answer so you continued looking up at the sky. “I think my foster dad might be dead. The sheriffs say they found somebody but can’t identify them yet I know he was an asshole but..he didn't deserve to die. A part of me thinks this is some cruel ass joke you know… what are the odds I lose everyone I’ve ever cared about ” your lip quivers at the last sentence. “Never knew my dad, dead mom, dead aunt now dead best friend… oh and Dave is presumed dead so that’s.. that ” tears began falling down your cheek.

“I never got to give you a proper kiss like the one I promised, if we would have had just a little more time I would have given you that damn kiss and then some,” you say with a dry laugh.

“Really?” You hear a familiar voice before you even see him your eyes well up with tears.

You sit up so fast you think your gonna fall right back down. “E-Eddie,” you say breaths becoming unbelievably heavy standing there in front of you was Eddie before you can think any longer you run into his arm just squeezing him. “I’m going crazy aren’t I” you cry into his arm “nope,” he says smugly you look at him grabbing his face with both your hands and kissing him deeply he deepened the kiss holding your head back for more leverage this was what your fist time kiss him was supposed to be like not tears and blood. “Yes I am going crazy but it’s ok as long as I’m with you,” you say now crying again.

“No baby you’re not, I’m here,” he says tilting your head with his finger and wiping away one of your tears with your thumb. You take a closer look a realize Eddie looks a bit different. Big brown eyes don't look so innocent and doe-like but dark and husky almost red. “Eddie, is it really you…?” He pinches you on the cheek “Did you feel it” he says smiling you cry ten times harder “ya, ITS YOU ITS ACTUALLY YOU!” your heart is beating so hard and all you want to do is get in his skin… it’s an extreme but you don’t ever wanna be apart. “You died though…. Did I die am I dead too?” You say gripping Onto his arms “Nono you’re not dead”

You kiss him again.

Pulling away from the kiss Reality sets in “you gotta get inside” yanking Eddie by the collar you drag him inside the small cabin. Sitting down on the couch you ask Eddie some more questions. “You died, I watched how is this possible,” you say staring at him hard “maybe I wasn’t dead,” Eddie says leaning back on the couch and smiling. “No, you were dead your heart stopped and you were cold,” you say a small tear running down your cheek. “No more crying ok, I don’t what going on but I’m here and we’ll figure it out,” he says whipping away the tear “I’m here”

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Eddie -

It's been almost 2 hours of us on this couch just talking. she keeps asking how and why I’ve come from the dead and I keep giving her the same answer, I don’t know.

I do know why I’m back but I’m not gonna tell her right now. What if she thinks I’m a monster, I just wanna be with her a little longer and this vampire bat shit is making it real hard to stay calm around her. Not only do I want her bad in like all ways humanly possible, but there is the huger…the loud beating of her heart pumping hot blood into her veins I can control it tho, I will for her. Thoughtlessly you take your fingers and push the hair off her shoulders exposing her neck. Before you can get too caught up Y/N speaks you’re breaking your trance.

“I didn’t wanna say this earlier and ruin the moment but baby…you need to wash,” y/n says turning to me. “I like this baby thing we got going on, let’s keep it going,” you say leaning in for a kiss. Y/n accepts lightly pressing her lips against yours. “Now go wash…baby,” she says the last part seductively. “Will do ma’am,” you say jumping up and walking down the only hallway that led towards the bathroom.

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In the shower, the water feels warm against your skin but you can’t stop thinking of y/n. Ya before the bats tore you up you wanted her like crazy but since you came back it’s like times ten you can’t look at her too long without thinking about being inside her. You feel yourself hardened at just the thought of it. slinking your hand down to your length and wrapping your hand around What’s the harm your already in here you thought to yourself.

You begin pumping yourself at A medium speed. Small moans leave your mouth here and there whispering her name.

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Y/N-

“Oh, I forgot to give him a towel” you quietly knock on the door nobody answer so you open the door right before you open your mouth to speak you hear Eddie’s moans. Of course, you don’t wanna be a creep but there’s a part of you that just can’t help but listen for a second. “E-Eddie I put your towel on the skink you say stuttering the first part

“hmm- oh thanks” he replies as if nothing happened. You turn to leave and he calls you over. “Can you hand me the towel?” “Ya sure,” you say hesitantly walking towards the shower curtain. Eddie rips back the curtains exposing his whole body.

You desperately try not to look down handing Eddie the towel he quickly wraps it around his waist. Now you were really looking at him you jumped back as your eyes Landed on his bright red ones. “Omg Eddie your eyes-“

“ya I know, sweet right?” he interrupts smiling hard exposing his adorable dimples and FANGS?!?! “EDDIE WHAT THE FUCK, YOUR TEETH!”

you shout jumping back.

“I look scary right, look Y/n I’m a vampire or a bat, something along those lines but besides all that I really really need you right now,” he says stepping out of the tub

“you need me?“ you say looking up at him.

“Mmh...bad,” he says wiping A piece of hair away with his free hand the other securing his towel around his waist. “Eddie this is serious, like really serious not only are you back from the dead but you’re a vampire?,” you say Seriously looking up at him. “It’s not that serious, I feel pretty much the same, except you know…the Uncontrollable need for you”

He says smiling ear to ear.

“Eddie as much as I would love this,” you say gesturing to the current situation You two were in. “We don’t know anything what if you bite me or something,” you say biting your lip unsure .“I won’t bite unless you want me to, can’t make any promises though,” he says giving another shit-eating grin.

“I’m guessing all this confidence is a perk of your”before you can finish your sentences his lips are on yours pushing you against the wet bathroom wall. You don’t fight it instantly leaning into his touching. The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet like the ones you shared before…no he was hungry. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as his hand traveled to the side of your face deepening the kiss. His body felt warm from the steam but his lips felt cool.

Without another thought, Eddie spoke through the kiss “jump” you instantly obey wrapping your legs around his waist. He blindly walks towards the living room “bedroom?” he says breaking the kiss. “The door on the left” you breathe out before smashing your lips against his again.

Eddie walks to the room throwing you on the bed before he puts his body back between your legs. “I need this,” he says tugging at the hem of your shirt. You lift up your arms and he slides off your shirt before his lips return to yours. Your lightly tug at the towel tightly wrapped around Eddie’s waist and it’s off in seconds. “Your turn” he whispers looking down at you. You quickly unbutton your pants and Eddie helps by pulling them all the way off and throwing them to the floor. “Better,” he says coming down to your neck to leave small kisses. “Eddie please” you whine squirming under him.

“God… I wanna take my time but I have eternity for that” with that Eddie throws off your underwear his lips ghosting over yours throughout The Whole motion. He grabs your left leg throwing it over his shoulder before lining himself up with your entrance. Wiping himself through your folds before slowly pushing himself in. “So fucking wettt” he moans entering you entirely. “I’ve been missing out…so fucking tight,” he says picking up the pace. “Mmh” you moan grabbing onto a nearby pillow. “I’m your first right?” Eddie knew he wasn’t technically I mean you told him about the situation with Brett where he only got the tip in before his mom bust in. “Eddie..”

“Nonono, I’m your fucking first ME! I’m your first, last, and anything in between., you’re mine ” His words make you clench around him. You liked this side of him a bit more aggressive and confident.

“No, say it” Eddie’s face Gose serious and he grabs your face to look at his while he’s thrusting. His eyes are deep red and his fangs are visible on his lip. “I’M YOURS! Always had been ”

You thought how fucking embarrassing you would feel in the morning for that.

~~~

Eddie—

I’ve died and went to heaven because This was a dream come true Y/N under me a blubbering mess of moans and groans as I fucked her senseless. I felt her walls begin to squeeze around me. “I’m so so close” she moans out scratching my back. “Me too” I take that as a hint to go harder. Until she’s shaking around me and I’m dumping myself into her. I can't help but to graze my fangs over her bare neck as we cum

“Fuckfuckfuck...”

~~~~

Laying in the small bed y/n twirls your hair between her fingers while looking at you. “I didn't know that situation with Brett bothered you so much,” she says giggling to herself. “I didn't know you even liked me that much” you look at her bewildered. How could she not tell, the thought of her and Brett in bed together had made Eddie so physically ill that he missed three days of school that week . “I thought I was being pretty obvious, I thought me saying

“I would have done it Better” was enough of a hint ,” you say looking down at her. “I thought you were joking”

“Not at all..”

[starryluce]

pretty boy

Sub! Eddie Munson x Soft Dom!fem reader

Warning- SOFT SMUT/Oral Female receiving/Vaginal sex

Words- 1k

Summary- After not being able to fall asleep, Eddie ask for some help. What kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't help your pretty boyfriend in need?

Eddie was laying between your legs his head resting on your chest, you were running your hands so softly threw his hair you weren't even sure if he could feel it.

"Can't sleep…" Eddie whines, his neck turning to look at you.

"M' sorry baby… Anything I can do to help?" you ask, hands moving to caress his cheeks.

"A kiss maybe?" Eddie suggests, a small smile forming on his lips.

"How could I say no to a kiss with the prettiest boy in the world?" you smile at him, planting a small kiss on his lips. Eddie on the other hand had another idea in mind, going in for a second kiss. This one way less innocent, his tongue exploring your mouth. Though you and Eddie have been dating for a while his kisses were still sloppy and you could tell wasn't the most experienced kisser, not that it bothered you at all.

Eddie moves to straddle your lap, his mouth not leaving yours. "Please let me touch you…" Eddie begs to pull away from the kiss, your hand moving his hair behind his ear. "Where do you want to touch?" you ask him, Eddie immediately blushing too shy to answer.

"Come on pretty boy… Where did all that confidence of yours go? You can tell a popular jock to fuck off but not ask your girlfriend to fuck you?" you tease, Eddie just shakes his head refusing to look at you. You take his hand guiding it to one of your breasts, that's only covered by a t-shirt.

"Wanna touch here?" you ask him, his head nods in response. "I don't think so pretty boy. I'm going to need a verbal answer," you demanded out of him, hovering his hand a few inches from your breast. Eddie let out a whine from the lack of touch. "Yes please," his words were quiet but they would do. You let go of his hand, lifting your shirt off. You redirect Eddie's hand right where it needs to be. Eddie squeezing gently, Eddie bites his lip. Amazed that he was even in a bed with you let alone touching you.

Eddie starts leaving kisses down the valley of your breast all the way down your stomach until he reaches your shorts. "Can I?" Eddie asks, eyes pleading for you to say yes. "Go ahead angel," you reply, he takes no time a pull your shorts down with your panties, throwing them across the room. Eddies eyes widen at the scene in front of him. "Please" he whines, not even sure what he's whining for.

"What do you want to do angel?" you ask him, making eye contact with him. "Want you to sit on my face… if that's okay?" he asks, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

"I think we can make that work," you respond, Eddie grinning ear to ear and hurrying to lay down. You smile at his eagerness, giving him a quick kiss before hovering over his face. Eddie rushes to put his hand on your thighs pulling you down to fully sit on his face. His tongue licking hot stripes over your throbbing clit, your hand finds Eddies, removing his left hand from your thigh to lace them together. "Doing so good for me Eddie. All for me right?" you moan, Eddie muffles out his best yes before returning to pleasing you. "I love you Eddie" you moan out as your orgasm washes over you.

You lift yourself off of him, Eddies face soaking with your arousal. "So messy," you say moving to straddle his hips. "C'mere" you whisper, taking his other hand and helping him to sit up.

"So pretty" you whisper to him, your lips connecting tasting yourself on him. "Not as pretty as you," he whispers back, staring at you in awe. "You taste delicious, don't you think?" he asks, giving you another open-mouthed kiss. "Mhm…" you mutter, pulling away from him and giggling.

"Need help with that?" you say smirking, feeling Eddie's hard-on through his boxers. "Ride me?" he begins, "Please?" he adds, trying to be polite. "Of course" you agree, giving him a kiss before moving his boxers down his legs and straddling him.

"You ready?" you look at him waiting for his consent. "yes" he states, your hand lining his dick up with your entrance, slowly pushing him in. Eddie moans right when his tip enters, eyes watering with pleasure. His head resting on the crook of your neck, chest pushed as tightly against each other as possible.

"Feel good?" you ask, moving his head to be faced with yours so you can start to move up and down his cock. "Uh-huh," is all he can let out.

"You feel so good inside me you know that… Such a pretty dick and it's all mine," you whisper to him, words sending shivers down his spine. "All yours," he lets out, tears roaming down his face. "Good tears?" you question him, thumbs going to wipe his cheeks. "Go- good" he moans out, his hands moving up and down your sides.

"Baby?" Eddie whispers, you cunt lightning around him.

"Yeah?" you respond, trying to keep up your pace, getting close to your second orgasm. "I love you too," he says before letting out his own release, yours not far behind.

Eddie collapses on the bed, you on his chest. You both lay there for a few minutes before you finally let his dick slip out of you. Both of your releases coming down your thigh.

"I'll draw us a bath," Eddie whispers, kissing your temple before getting up. "You don't have to," you reply, Eddie just shakes his head at you. "I want to,"

[aborddelimpala]

What are your thoughts on every spn era and their different themes?

Ouch, that’s tough. I had to think a bit on that one.

Kripke era (s1-5): the best one. Kripke had a story he wanted to tell and it shows. It’s well constructed and the characters are well written, going from the MOTW theme to the archangels war. You can see Jared & Jensen had instant chemistry and that the writers played on it. I have a soft spot for season 1, cause it’s a classic but my fav’ storyline is probably demon!blood junkie Sam leading to Lucifer’s vessel. Jared was great and all the angst and drama make good television. Tho I'm not fan of angels, I love Kripke's Castiel, the oblivious alien like, rebellious angel. He was a good counterpoint to the boys.

Gamble era (s6-7): the transitional one. Granted, soulless!sam was hot but I don’t like the arc storylines of those seasons. The Campbells? Boring. The Leviathans? Bleah. And I think from that point, the show started to loose its "dark genre" (my fellow gif makers surely see what I mean) There were some golden episodes tho : Clap your hands if you believe. The French Mistake. Canon Megstiel 🥰

Carver era (s8-11): the angsty one. Carver era had some canon inconstancies but at least the long story arc made sense (unlike Sera Gamble and Dabb's eras). And while I despise the Amelia storyline, the trials (the church scene in Sacrifice 😭) & the MOC are my favorite ones. Season 9 is hard to watch because of the bro break up but they made up for it in seasons 10 & 11. Jensen did an amazing job at portraying Dean struggling with the MOC. I also think Abaddon was a great villain. And Carver gave the boys a home base. I love the "on the road show" & the motel rooms but I think it would have been difficult to maintain in the long run. The bunker allowed to story to spread a lot more IMO.

Dabb ere (s12-15): the messy one. Season 12 was okay I guess except for ruining Mary Winchester as a character & wasting a lot of potential with the BMOL storyline. And for seasons 13 to 15, that’s the seasons I have hard time to rewatch. Jack is cute okay, but they made him the center of the story and sorry but I don't watch Supernatural for Jack. The writing was sloppy. There were too many canon inconstancies. And instead of telling the characters story they told another story & bent the characters to fit in it, no matter how OOC they were. They killed Crowley 😬 when they should have killed Castiel at the end of season 12 and not bringing him back. And don’t get me start on the recycling of old storylines….. (talk about lack of originality). Add to my headcanons : season 13-14-15 didn’t happen save for the series finale.

[btxtreads]

Stuck on You

CHAPTER TWELVE: NOT A LOVE SONG

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader

↳ word count: 1.8k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: fluff, soobin is an annoying little shit.... anNOYINGLY CUTE

With sweaty palms and a determined mind, Y/N stomped across the lacrosse field. Her eyes actively seeked for the tall bown-eyed bown with the messy black hair often frolicking around the field with his lacrosse stick.

Her eyes landed on Soobin, whose hands were slung around a younger boy she recognized as someone named Hueningkai. His eyes crinkled as he snorted with laughter at something the younger said, unaware of the approaching girl.

“Hyung, I think someone’s here to see you.” Another younger boy, Taehyun, said to Soobin as she approached.

Soobin’s head perked up, a smile on his face as he swiveled around to greet the girl.

“Hey!” He cheered as the girl slowed to a stop in front of her. “What’s up?”

The girl hesitated as Soobin continues to smile, patiently waiting for her to speak.

“I—I changed my mind.” Y/N mumbled. “About the thing you said a few days ago.”

Taehyun immediately groaned, throwing his hands up in exasperation as Hueningkai muffled his laughter. Soobin only grinned, tilting his head.

“What about it?” Soobin asked, smirking as he fiddled with the net on his lacrosse stick with a hum.

Y/N smiled irritably at the boy’s nonchalant act before sighing as the boy looked over at her once more.

“Let’s date, Soobin.”

Soobin didn’t reply. He only giggled once more, lips upturned as he passed his lacross stick to Hueningkai. He took two bold steps forward before he grasped Y/N’s hips and pulled her flush against him.

“Okay,” Soobin said before closing his eyes, leaning down and crashing his lips roughly against hers.

Y/N’s hands reached up to course through his hair as she responds to his kiss, head tilting to the side as he deepens the kiss even more—grip loosening on her waist and traveling to her hips as they pulled away.

Y/N burned bright red as she lowered her hands from his hair to rest on his shoulders. Equally as red-faced, Soobin shot her a grin as he fiddled with the belt-loops on her pants.

“You’re a nice kisser.” Soobin said softly, making Y/N sputter out.

“Thank you, you too.” she squeaked as she slowly pulled away. “Haha, I gotta get to class.”

Taehyun, who was watching the whole scene with Hueningkai a few feet away, spoke up.

“Y/N, class does not start for 2 hours.” Taehyun raised an eyebrow making Y/N blush redder.

“Uh, I’m teaching.”

“You’re teaching?” Soobin asked, hands still on her hips.

“Look, that’s Yeonjun!” Y/N laughed awkwardly as a mop of pink hair appeared by the bleachers. “Bye!”

Soobin chuckled as Y/N shot off towards the pink-haired male, stumbling over her feet. Taehyun pocketed his hands, raising his eyebrows at Soobin. Hueningkai sighed and shoved the lacrosse stick back over onto the tall boy.

“You really did it, huh?” Taehyun snorted shaking his head as Soobin grinned.

“Isn’t my girlfriend so cute?”

On the lunch period of that very same day, Soobin found himself lounging on a picnic table under the shade of some trees on the school field. Sitting across him is Y/N, pulling out a sheet of paper.

“Okay, so let’s draft up some fake-dating ground rules.” Y/N nodded to herself as she searched her bag for a pen.

Soobin rolled his eyes with a grin, placing a pen on the table as he sipped on a jumbo cup of soda.

“Where’s Yeonjun hyung today?”

“He’s in detention with Hueningkai, they made their experiment explode again.” Y/N replied curtly, before picking up the pen.

“That happened to me once.”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head as she repeated her previous words.

“Ground rules.”

“Why make some?” Soobin wondered. “That takes all the fun out of it.”

“God, I’m dating an idiot.” Y/N mumbled as she wrote CONTRACT on the paper.

“Hey, I’m pretty smart.” Soobin shrugged.

Y/N sighed, ignoring the boy as she thought of the first rule.

“No kissing.”

Soobin’s eyes widened comically, mouth forming into an immediate pout as he whined.

“Why not?”

“Look, Bin.” Y/N sighed, ignoring the way the boy brightened up at the nickname. “I’ve never actually had a relationship before other than Yeonjun—and it was a good relationship, okay? I just wanna keep all my memories of dating good.”

“I’ll treat you right, I swear.” Soobin pouted. “Quick question, did you guys have sex?”

Y/N stopped, raising her eyebrows at the boy.

“Why is this even a question?”

“You’re talking like a virgin.” Soobin shrugged, making the girl scoff.

“I’m not.”

“So, you did have sex?” Soobin tilted his head making Y/N groan.

“Why are you so curious about this?”

“Because we’re best friends and you’re fake girlfriend,” Soobin explained. “Best friends know about this stuff.”

“My best friend is Yeonjun—This is a business deal.” Y/N sighed.

Soobin gasped dramatically, hand on his chest as his face contorted into a deep frown. Y/N groaned internally as the boy turned his head over to the side, eyes casting off into the distance.

“It hurts.”

Y/N set the pen down, propping her head on her palm as she observed the theatrics of the tall boy. Soobin turned back to the girl with a smile, raising his eyebrow.

“What’s up?”

“You know, I always thought that you were the soft, shy boy.” Y/N said, smiling softly.

“What, are you falling in love with me?” Soobin teased, making the girl drop her smile with a sigh.

“Nevermind.” Y/N sighed, shaking her head and picking up the pen to write down the rule. “No kissing.”

“Non-negotiable?”

“Nope.” Y/N shook her head.

“But we’re dating?” Soobin asked. “How can we convince them we’re dating if I don’t kiss you?”

“Kiss my cheek or something,” Y/N shrugged. “Just not the lips. Also you can do something cute, hands in my pockets or something—Very Molly Ringwald.”

Soobin tilted his head.

“That’s so lame.”

“What?” the girl asked. “It’s a romcom classic? Sixteen Candles—John Hughes?” Y/N blinked at Soobin’s look of confusion. “Okay, rule 2. We watch Sixteen Candles.”

Soobin only shrugged, continuing to sip on his soda as Y/N continued onto the next rule.

“Rule 3—don’t tell anyone we aren’t really dating, except for Yeonjun—I already told them, and Taehyun and Kai suggested it, so.”

“First rule of fight club—don’t tell anyone about fight club.” Soobin nodded along, as if reciting a memorized line.

“What?”

Soobin blinked over at Y/N.

“Have you never…” At a shake of Y/N’s head, Soobin winced and grabbed the pen from her hold. “Rule 2 add-on. We have to watch Fight Club.”

Y/N chuuckled at Soobin’s sloppy writing, about to take the contract back when Soobin continued to the next rule.

“Number 4, you have to go to all the parties with me.” Y/N opened her mouth to protest but Soobin only shook his head. “Yeonjun-hyung goes all the time, and I won’t leave you, I promise.”

“Fine.” Y/N acquiesced with a pout. “But bring me to school everyday.”

“Only if you come to the lacrosse outing with me in a few months.” Soobin laughed.

“Isn’t that like the big team building that’s really just a 2-day party at a resort?” Y/N asked.

“Yep.”

“Nope.” Y/N shook her head, but gasped when she saw Soobin already jotting it down on the contract. “Hey!”

“Sorry, babe. Non-negotiable.” Soobin grinned as he returned the paper. “There, I’m good.”

Y/N sighed and took a quick glance at the final contract. With a small nod, she signed at the bottom.

“There, the deal is done.”

“You’’re making this sound illegal.” Soobin grinned in amusement as he signed the paper.

He propped his head on his palm and watched as Y/N filed it safely in her binder. Soobin, then, tugged off a thin bracelet on her wrist—something she always wore just for the heck of it—and sealed it around his wrist, much to her surprise.

“What’s this for?”

“A gift from a girlfriend,” he started, placing a soft kiss to her nose. “to her boyfriend.”

Y/N burned bright red as Soobin pulled away with an amused smile, making her sputter in her seat and touch her nose.

“Why did you do that?”

“Can’t a boyfriend kiss his girlfriend?” He laughed. “You said anywhere but the lips.”

Face still red, Y/N sighed.

“Fine, but don’t lose the bracelet. It’s kind of important.” Y/N said, packing up her bag.

“I won’t trust me.” Soobin said before standing up and slinging an arm around her waist. “Now come on, I’ll bring you to your next class.”

The next day, Soobin and Y/N walked side by side with smiles on their faces as they entered the cafeteria—Soobin’s hands wrapped tightly around her waist. Soobin tugged the girl closer to him, a grin on his face as he placed a kiss on her temple.

Face red, Y/N ignored the jealous glares from girls and curious glances from boys their way. Her face burned redder when she felt Soobin’s hand slide down her waist, to her hips and settle inside the back-pocket of her jeans. With another grin, he lowered his lips to her ear with a smile.

“Am I doing it right, babe?”

Y/N cracked a small smile.

“Is there really a right or wrong in this situation, Bin?”

Soobin chuckles before pulling his hand from her pocket, twirling her around to face him—wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning his forehead on ehrs.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Y/N giggled, cupping his face in her hands. “This is cheesy.”

“I know, right?” Soobin chuckled back, reaching to his jacket pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper and tucking it inside her pocket.

“What was that?”

“Some lyrics I found in the internet. Thought it was pretty cute.”

“A love letter, huh?” Y/N tilted her head. “What’s this for?”

“Don’t know, but it’s cute.” Soobin grinned, placing a kiss on her forehead. “See you, then.”

“See you.” Y/N giggled, waving goodbye as Soobin winked at her, walking backwards until Taehyun and Kai finally arrived to drag him away.

“Well, that was something.” Yeonjun smirked as he appeared, arm leaning on Y/N’s head.

“Fuck off, Choi.” Y/N sighed as Yeonjun pulled her away—willing herself not to think about Soobin’s letter.

Against her will, she pulled it out slightly and peeked at the words.

You’re always on my mind, I think about you all the time.

With a small smile, she shoved it back in her pocket and willed it out of her mind.

Not a love song. Definitely not a love song.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Our Doll 1 // Oh Baby

B.Barnes x S.Rogers, B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

Series Synopsis | After the events of the horrific past, y/n Stark, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have finally admitted their feelings for each other. But is life as an avenger whilst dating two super soldiers any easier than anything y/n’s experienced in the past?

sequel Series to Their Doll

Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing, threesomes

Chapter Summary | y/n, Steve and Bucky finally admit their feelings for each other

Warnings | swearing, SMUT, mmf threesome, oral (m and f receiving), choking, fingering, anal sex, vaginal sex, hair pulling (kinda), this shit gets filthy

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

"I love you too, punk." Bucky whispered against Steve's blonde locks, making both of the avengers before his raise their heads and look at him. Bucky smiled wide, tears pricking his own eyes now as he stared into Steve's eyes. "I love you."

"As a friend?" Steve asked with a furrowed brow. Bucky shook his head. "As- as more?" Bucky nodded his head this time, a relived laugh leaving his lips as Steve smiled.

Before y/n could even being to comprehend what just happened, Steve was crashing his lips to Bucky's in a searing, desperate kiss that seemed to say much more than words could. His hands tangled into Bucky's luscious locks, giving a firm tug that enticed Bucky to groan into his mouth. The assassin's hands were clawing at Steve's shoulders hungrily as he moaned against Steve's mouth.

Y/n just watched. She watched as they painted and groaned, trying to touch everywhere they could as they made out. For a moment, she considered leaving, feeling as though they wanted her gone now they'd finally expressed how they felt. But as she went to move a cool, rough hand wrapped around her wrist, spinning y/n into Bucky's chest as his lips pressed to hers. Hard.

She moaned against him as Steve's lips danced over her neck, his body pressed into her back as his hands found purchase on her hips. Bucky's hands grasped her ass, one staying there as the other one travelled higher, wrapping around her throat and pulling y/n closer into him as he pulled away. Our breath mingled with hers as she panted, trying to get her breath back.

"Be our doll." Steve murmured against her cheek, hands squeezing her hips.

Y/n gasped, leaning her head back against Steve's shoulder, Bucky's hand leaving her neck and trailing down her chest, the cold metal grabbing and groping at her breast.

"C'mon, doll, what'd you say?" Bucky mumbled, lips feathering over the expanse of her throat, Steve's grip growing tighter on her waist.

"Please-" y/n gasped, an involuntary moan slipping from her perfect lips as Bucky's hand on her ass gave a firm squeeze. "Please let me be yours." Y/n moaned out, eyes fluttering shut when she felt Steve finger the waistband of her pyjama shorts, the tips of his calloused fingers dipping beneath the fabric and crawling their way towards her aching heat.

"Mmm." Steve hummed, amusement in his tone, "looks like someone's not wearing any panties." Steve announced, making Bucky smirk against the skin of her neck.

"That's our good girl - always so ready for us." Bucky smiled, nipping lightly at her skin before letting his tongue snake out and smooth over the sore area, soothing the ache. Steve gasped exaggeratedly, as if he wasn't expecting the dripping slick when one of his fingers traced y/n's slit.

"She's soaking, too." Steve informed, dipping the tip of his finger into y/n's heat before pulling it out, holding his finger before Bucky. "Would you like a taste?"

Bucky smiled, greedily taking Steve's finger into his mouth, moaning around the digit at y/n's taste. The sight drove both Steve and y/n mad with lust, Bucky's plump lips wrapping so perfectly around Steve's finger causing the blood to rush to the blonde's cock. Y/n moaned loudly at the feeling of Steve's hard on pressing against her ass, winding her hips back against it and attempting to grind back against it. Steve chuckled in amusement, his grip on her hip too tight for y/n's actions to do anything.

"Such a greedy little girl, just desperate for our cocks, hmm?" Steve whispers against her ear, and y/n whined - needing some friction. "You like watching Bucky clean your juice from my finger? Do you like watching Bucky suck it off like it's my cock?" Steve taunted, words teasing and making y/n moan a breathless, 'yes, captain' that made both men groan. "Yeah you do, you like watching us like a little slut." Steve said, and it was more of a statement than a question.

It was then that Steve retracted his finger, shoving his hand back into y/n's shorts and letting his thumb brush over her clit. The slight friction had y/n's hips bucking, desperate for more. Both super soldiers chuckled, Bucky's metal hand dinging its way back to her neck and squeezing lightly at the sides of y/n's throat.

Steve let two fingers slip into y/n's heat, pushing them past her folding and groaning at how tight she clenched around him.

"Fuckin' squeezing the shit outta my fingers, doll." Steve growled against her ear, making y/n's walls flutter at the vulgar praise. Bucky groaned too, pushing his hips into y/n's hand as she begun to palm at his cock. The brunet leant forward, connecting his lips with Steve's in a messy kiss over y/n's shoulder.

The whole scene was downright dirty - y/n palming at Bucky's cock whilst getting fingered by Steve, who was grinding his hard on against her ass. Bucky and Steve's kiss was dirty too, teeth clashing and tongues tangling lewdly and all y/n could do was stand in the middle, moaning wantonly as Steve's fingers slammed into her, his thumb rubbing tight circles against her throbbing clit whilst his digits bumped that spot deep inside her with every thrust. Bucky's metal hand still wrapped around her throat, but only the ghost of a choke as it loosened to merely a possessive grip.

Her free hand grasped Bucky's shoulder, y/n's legs buckling beneath her as the knot in her stomach tightened significantly. Steve's lips were gliding along Bucky's jaw now, his fingers working y/n like an instrument as he pulled her to the brink.

"C'mon, baby, soak my fuckin' hand." Steve grunted against the shell of her ear, teeth nipping at the skin as Bucky's thumb ran over her bottom lip, the metal clinking against her teeth as he pushing the tip into her waiting mouth.

"F-fuck!" Y/n screamed, falling limp in the super soldiers' arms as her release hit her like a truck, her knees giving way and her eyes rolling so far back in her skull Bucky was worried they'd come back up from the bottom.

"That's it, pretty girl, coming so hard for us." Bucky mumbled, lips claiming hers in an attempt to swallow down her desperate and hungry moans. "You got a bed we can use, Stevie?" Bucky pondered, raising his gaze to meet the blonde's as Steve slipped his fingers from y/n's shorts. He nodded, smirking at y/n's gasp as he scooped her into his arms and whisked the babbling girl away to his bedroom.

Y/n must've really been out of it, because next thing she registers she's laying sprawled out over Steve's bed, the soft white linen plush beneath her already aching limbs and the filthy, wet sounds of Bucky's mouth wrapped around Steve's cock are clogging her ears.

Bucky's hands rested against Steve's thighs, the latter' she as thrown back against the pillow as grunt and groans spilled sinfully from his pink lips. Y/n craned her head, a new flood of arousal that made her crave crawling between her legs at the sight of her boyfriend literally choking on Steve's dick.

She actually moaned at the sight, and neither Steve nor y/n missed the way that Bucky's lips quirked into a smirk at the sound at he pulled off Steve's length. The super soldier looked over at his girl slowly, curling a finger to beckon her between Steve's thick thighs. She didn't hesitate, climbing between the blonde's legs as Bucky pushed them wider, creating a space for both of them.

"Why don't we remind Stevie here how good our kisses are, yeah?" Bucky rasped, met with a hum of approval from y/n. It was sloppy from there on out, sloppy like you wouldn't believe. Tongue slapping hungrily around hard flesh, lips fighting to lock, obscured by a thick, veiny length. Moans shared, teeth scraping, clashing, in a messy fight for dominance won by two clenched fists twisting, tangling in clumps of hair.

"Good fuckin' god." Steve groaned out, face red and veins popping, decorating his neck and forehead in lines of protruding green-tinged-blue. "Feels so good, fuck." He moaned, bucking his hips up as his head fell backwards, crashing into the plump sheets as his cock slid between the messy kiss, up and down. "M'gonna come." He warned, those fateful words elating a new found hunger in the two people kissing filthily around his dick.

Both doubling their efforts, y/n and Bucky worked together to push steve over the edge. Bucky's fingers tracing over Steve's tight hole - which was slick with spit that had trailed down from the mess above - and y/n's small fingers massaging, playing with his tightening balls.

"F-fuck!" Steve whined, hands fisting their hair even tighter, thighs tensed and jaw clenched. "Baby," he moaned, if it could even be described as that. It was more of a breathy plea as he came, whispered desperately into the dimly-lit room that smelled purely of raw sex.

Kisses, littered lovingly, now planted up the firm wall of muscle that was Steve's chest. Bucky's lips murmuring in his ear, teeth tugging teasingly, provokingly at his lobe as y/n locked him clean, swallowing every drop of his come she could reach.

"I want to fuck this tight ass of yours while you fuck our girl." Bucky husked, hands running the lines between his abs, fingers dancing enticingly over the smooth skin.

"Please." Was all Steve breathed out, and before anyone could breathe another plea, whine another whine, Bucky was pulling y/n off Steve's cock and shoving her face-fist into the mattress, using a cool metal around tucked under her hips to pull the girl's ass up, her shorts ripped down and her glistening cunt on display.

Steve climbed up behind her, letting his fingers caress over her soft skin, dip between her folds. He groaned at the feeling over her slick, the wetness stringing between his fingers and lathering over her quivering thighs.

"Oh, baby." Steve cooed, letting a fingers brush in small circles over y/n's clit to relieve some of her obvious tension.

"Please," she croaked, "fuck me."

Steve couldn't say no to that, wrappings firm hand around his aching cock and gliding the tip between her puffy folds, chuckling as she pushed back at him, spearing herself on the mushroom tip of his unnaturally long cock. If there's one thing y/n had figured out since dating the super soldiers, it's that the serum really did enhance everything.

"Fuckin' hell, doll." Steve growled as he sheathed himself inside her in one, slow thrust. She sucked him in, walls pulsating around his thickness as she groaned, twisting the sheets tightly between her fingers as her back arched painfully.

"Steve!" Y/n cried out, soo joined by Steve himself as he felt a lubed finger prod at his tight rim.

"Ready, baby?" Bucky cooed almost mockingly, squeezing a generous amount of lube over Steve's asshole. The strained nod Steve gave him was enough for Bucky, the super soldier pushing two thick fingers into the tight whole without a second thought, smirking widely at the sinfully loud main her pulled from Steve's lips.

As Steve pistons his hips into y/n's - skin slapping beautifully against skin - he pushed Bucky's fingers deeper, faster into his hole. The sensation only made him louder, more vocal, and Bucky loved it.

A fire in his eyes, one of burning hunger, Bucky pulled his fingers out, quickly lining up his heavily-lubed cock with Steve's ass before thrusting in sharply.

"S'tight. So fucking tight for me." He groaned at he bottomed out, balls deep. He begun a punishing rhythm, one that Steve was quick to match with y/n. Her eyes were rolled back into her skull, back arched and ass cheeks juggling with every slap of Steve's thighs against her's.

Steve's balls slapped lewdly against her clit, only making the knot tighten and twist deep in the out of her stomach. Steve grasped her hips to ground himself, his grasp on her so tight all three of them only knew there'd be pretty purple bruises decorating her skin tomorrow.

Bucky grabbed for something to hold onto, his flesh hand finding it's way to curl deliciously around Steve's thick and veiny neck, the action making a guttural moan rip from the blonde super soldier. Bucky bit his lips in a smirk.

"You like that, huh? You like my big hand wrapped around this fucking thick neck?" Bucky rasped against Steve's ear, breath hot, intoxicating. Steve moaned as he attempted to nod, his pace picking up even more as a small wheeze to the sides of his throat sent him hurtling towards the edge. "Filthy fuckin' boy. Look at this, got two fuckin' whores who just love to be choked in front of me, don't I?" Bucky groaned, metal hand grasping and palming the flesh of Steve's ass.

"G-gonna cum!" Y/n screamed, and Steve smirked this time - a finger moving to fidget with her throbbing clit. "F-fuck!" Y/n cried, walls fluttering, spasming, clenching, clawing at Steve's cock - a harsh smack from Bucky to his ass sending him over the edge with her. Steve stilled his hips, heavy pants washing over them as Bucky chased his release, a dirty string over moans and grunts signalling his own orgasm, his cum filling up Steve's ass perfectly.

Bucky pulled out carefully, disappearing momentarily with a small, muttered 'I'll be back' and a quick kiss to the back of Steve's neck. Steve caught his breath, pushing himself up from where he'd collapse in a heap on top of y/n, slowly pulling out of y/n and hastily apologising as she hissed.

Steve could feel himself getting hard again, the sight before him like a dream. Y/n's count was pulsating, a mixture of her and his cum dripping slowly, crawling down her thighs as her legs shook.

Wincing, y/n pulled away abruptly at the feeling of the warm cloth running between her folds, gently cleaning the mess there.

"No more." She claimed, voice weak, crackling, strained from how much she'd used it today.

"No more, just need to get you clean, doll." Bucky hummed, feeling y/n relax slightly as he ran a warm hand soothingly down her still arched spine. "There, all done." Bucky promised, tossing the soiled cloth into the hamper and leaning down Dow kiss a soft trail of kisses across her spine.

By the time y/n and Bucky were curled up in bed, Steve had joined them - back from cleaning himself up in the adjoining bathroom to his room. He claimed between the sheets with them, pulling the duvet over the three of them and moulding his body to y/n's, arm thrown over her waist and hand intertwined with Bucky's over her hip. Y/n smiled fondly, hand resting against Bucky's chest as her fingers ghosted over the collection of scars.

"Good night." Bucky mumbled into the now-dark room, met with the guns of the two nearly-knocked out avengers wrapped up before him. He grinned softly, fingers playing with Steve's hand. He placed a lingering kiss into y/n's hair, letting his heavy eyes slip shut, falling under the best sleep he'd had since- well, ever.

He could get used to this.

[dreamoonverse]

Heart and Soul (Bucky x OC ) series

Ch. 1 The heavenly and Divine: Diana

(Okay so I love me some Michael Jackson and this lady who does the choreography to this I- immaculate! I hope you all enjoy this like you did the first part. I will try my best to be quick with parts. I do work night shifts so I have to find time around it to work on it but once again enjoy and let me know what you think!)

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Warning: Mild Violence, Drug reference. Audience preferably 18 or older to read

(Song: Dirty Diana By Michael Jackson)

*Scream*

Another broken finger from this guy. About a week ago, I found half a pound of cocaine in the men’s bathroom. At my club, I don’t tolerate drugs. You wanna drink and get wasted go for it hell I do, wanna smoke that blunt and high as fuck, fine with me. But when you bring illegal drugs into my club...we have a problem. Down here in the heart of Memphis, Tennessee. The scene of drug trafficking, money laundering, and whatever you can do to make some profit without getting busted by the cops, you do it. However, most of these drugs can be traced and with a lot of clubs going ‘out of business because some of these assholes don’t know how to keep it under wraps and do it without getting caught. You make one fuck up at my club, you won’t do it again that is for damn sure.

“Who’s your buyer…” Natasha asks, folding her arms looking at the bloodied bruised man in the chair handcuffed.

“Your fucking joking if I’m telling you shit…” He spats out blood from his mouth.

Yelena handles most of the dirty work. She has the metal wrench on his middle finger ready to snap it like a twig. He already lost his index and thumb. Seems more like a dumbass who is scared to rat on his boss.

I examine him looking at all his features. Buzzcut, a bodybuilder most likely, seems like a messy fighter. I look at his white-collar shirt where his neck is. “Pull down the collar,” I instructed, leaning back against the wall in our back room of the club.

Nat takes the collar part of his shirt down revealing a hammerhead shark tattoo. He scoffs, yanking his head back some. He is one of Klause’s men. Make sense. Klaus always has ponds stationed everywhere all of the city and even in the back alleys to our territories. He trades and buys drugs, weapons, supplies on the global black market. He is sloppy and doesn’t care about being caught. He loves the attention and knows he can always disappear and reappear when he wants. This is why he would send some goons to come and sell something like cocaine, a common illegal drug people can get their hands on fast easy money.

I walk up to the man placing one hand on the back of the chair tilting him back some as he struggles to keep his feet grounded. “What a shame your boss would send you to take the heat of his dirty work...your just as sloppy leaving that shit in a bathroom...I could let you relay the message to your boss but let’s make it interesting, shall we...I’m gonna send you back to him...in a garbage bag...” I wink moving my hand from the chair. I turn around hearing all the curses and yelling. He lashes at me like music to my ears. He isn’t the first and he won’t be the last.

Natasha and Yelena move quickly knowing he has to go. “Try not to take too long ladies or you’ll miss the show,” I smirk my back to them and leave the room.

You'll never make me stay

So take your weight off of me

I know your every move

So won't you just let me be

I've been here times before

But I was too blind to see

That you seduce every man

This time you won't seduce me

Indigo Ivy Jones...or as people know her. Diana. The heavenly divine. She was the one leering men in like a lotus eater. She was the one you couldn’t take your eyes off her. If she wanted you, she was gonna have you. Let’s be clear...she wasn’t always like this. If anything, it was like living an alter ego life. She came from a hard-working, loving family in the melting pot city of New Orleans. She loved her friends, excelled in school. That was until she discovered how twisted and cruel this world could be. After one life changing incident, The friends she thought she had eventually turned their back to her, the family she had once found her safe haven made her question why she was brought into this world in the first place. So she left it all behind, the pain, the suffering, no one cared to save her at her worst and she gave everything to everyone. So she gave them what they wanted, the person she feared, hated the most. That is what she became.

She's saying, "That's okay

Hey, baby, do what you please

I have the stuff that you want

I am the thing that you need

She looked me deep in the eyes

She touchin' me so to start

She says there's no turnin’' back"

She trapped me in her heart

She heads to her dressing room in the back removing the leather jacket from her and stripping down to her black lace underwear and bra. She skims the outfits of her wardrobe looking for the desired outfit of the night. She pulls it off the hanger sliding it on her as it snugs around her body. She takes her time with her makeup making it look like a work of art, hiding the scars, the brokenness in her eyes, the emptiness she feels from dusk to dawn every fucking day. This is who she was. The one men would lose their wives, girlfriends, too. What they would give up for just one night of having her under sheets, bodies pressed together, giving in to the pleasure and suffering the pain in the morning. She drowned herself in it, letting the fantasies others only dreamed of come to life. She depended on them in certain ways, thriving to climb a ladder leading to more of her desires. They wanted her and she made use of them in all sorts of ways.

Dirty Diana, nah

Dirty Diana, nah

Dirty Diana, no

Dirty Diana

Let me be

Oh, no

Oh, no

Oh, no

After looking at herself one more time, she practiced her dance. She only felt most alive on stage, a place where she was in control. She knows what she has to do. Letting her pain go, only letting her body do the talking, giving in to whoever and whatever the night makes her. She pulls her black leather jacket on and leaves out the room to find her next victim.

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The night came fairly fast on Friday night. The long haired brunette finished his hot long shower coming out of the bathroom in a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw the time. He needed to go for a ride this time alone. The boys were all downstairs drinking beers watching a boxing match. Bucky needed to take an edge off. He heard talk of a club in the back alleys of the city. The gang lived in a house out of the town. They needed somewhere isolated and didn't want to be around so many people. And somewhere to keep their beauties locked away safely until it was time to roll out.

He wasn’t one for much talking. His best friend Steve understood how he operates. He knows when he wants alone time and when he wants to hang around. Bucky wasn’t really in the mood for talking tonight, he knew where to go and how to get what he wanted. He was getting someone in bed tonight. He was strictly a one-night stand person. In the morning, his side was empty before most could toss over to feel his chest. No note, number, just the memory of the night before. He didn’t want to get attached. With the stuff he does, it was too dangerous and as much as most of the lovely women were. He guessed he was looking for something a little bit more in a way. But once again, no attachments or so he thinks.

He throws on black pants, boots, a black shirt, and a black leather jacket. He comes downstairs with his keys, putting them in his pocket.

"Stop right there," Sam holds up his football he has randomly tossed to the other boys.

Bucky takes a breath. Here we go again. He rolls his eyes.

"Where are you going, cyborg?" He questions folding his arms.

"Out, alone." Bucky walks to the door, cutting the conversation.

"Have fun," Steve encourages knowing what Bucky is going out for.

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The club was busy, packed. The smell of cigarette smoke and the clinging of drinks filled the atmosphere. The dancers at each pole giving their best performances as the music drowned out whatever thoughts of tomorrow could bring for now.

Bucky walks in being shown to a table in the center. He never liked it, preferably in the back where he could see everything but seeing that all tables were filled he reluctantly gave in and sat down. He placed his order of a beer to start off, not really one for getting completely wasted. He always needed to be ready for when things would go south. But it took a long while before even getting to the tispy level.

One song eventually faded out and the DJ grabbed the mic. “Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you all have been waiting for...you saw her before and here again to steal the hearts and drive you wild. The sensational, heavenly, and divine, Diana..” The Dj introduces me to the audience. The whistles and claps I feed off of. It was time.

Oh, no

Oh, no

Oh, no

She likes the boys in the bands

She knows when they come to town

Every musician's fan, after the curtain comes down

She waits at backstage doors, for those who have prestige

Who promise fortune and fame, a life that's so carefree

From the moment she walked out and licked her lips, Bucky knew that he was screwed. He let out a mumbled curse under his breath taking a sip of his beer. When she started to move after tossing her jacket to the side, it was like he was pulled into her. Everything about her was a mystery and he was watching every bit of it.

She's saying, "That's okay

Hey, baby, do what you want

I'll be your night lovin' thing

I'll be the freak you can taunt

I don't care what you say

I wanna go too far

I'll be your everything

If you make me a star"

Dirty Diana, nah

Dirty Diana, nah

Dirty Diana, no

Dirty Diana

He clenched his jaw the whole time, oh the way her legs unfolded effortlessly into that back split. How could she reel him in this fast, he wanted to bite her neck. The lights complementing her light brown skin, he bet it was soft and sweet. Strands of her hair covering her face at times and flipping it back to reveal those dark brown piercing eyes, cat-like in a way. Like he could see something in her no one else could. She was given away her secrets without words. He needed to know them all now...no matter how dark or twisted they could be. He was gonna find out.

Dirty Diana, nah

Dirty Diana, nah

Dirty Diana, no

Dirty Diana

Diana

Diana

From the moment the spotlight hit me, the crowd grew into a settled quietly. They knew better than to even let a pen drop at that moment. The music drowned out anything coming to my mind. I licked my upper lip pulling down the leather jacket tossing it aside letting it find a new owner. It was time to go to work. Each note flowing in my body moved to, I was setting my trap. I kneeled to the ground placing my hands on the floor crawling forward, flipping my hair back, and there he was. Who was this man, the way those icy blue eyes locked on mine. He seemed to be looking deep down, into my soul. How intriguing I found it. Something new and different. Not many men could just do that without paying a price after. I still decide how I will predict my verdict afterward. That long hair, I could tug on that, even with those gloved hands, I can see the veins already, them around my neck. Oh, he was dangerous...I like dangerous…

[byunsbobobu]

Movie Night [M]

Boyfriend Baekhyun! One-Shot

Pairing; Baekhyun/Reader

**Contains; fluff, cheesy moments, body praise, fingering, eating out, slight teasing, consensual protected sex, Baekhyun being the absolute best boyfriend you could ask for! **

Summary; Baekhyun is your boyfriend of 1 year now, and one night during your weekly movie nights Baekhyun can’t keep his hands off you, because you look beautiful so he decides to tease you a bit; leading you guys to have sex in which Baekhyun ends up taking your virginity on one of the most special nights of your guys relationship.

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“y/n did you get the popcorn the movie’s about to start?” Baekhyun yells from the living room his deep voice resonating through the kitchen, as you were waiting impatiently for the popcorn to finish popping in the microwave. “Yeah, popcorn’s almost ready Babe.” You answered him excitedly. A few seconds later the microwave stopped and began beeping signaling that the popcorn was finally ready.

Opening the microwave, you grabbed the popcorn quickly pulling the sides open and pouring its contents into the bowl you had set on top of the kitchen counter beside you. Throwing the popcorn bag into the trash bin you quickly started to make your way towards the couch where Baekhyun sat waiting for you. A huge smile plastered on your face.

 Running towards the couch excitedly setting down the popcorn on the table in front of you guys. You plopped down on the couch right beside your boyfriend. Baekhyun turns his head to look over at you with a beautiful smile making its way upon his handsome face; “Took you long enough Babe. Movie’s about to start.” His adoring eyes boring into you. “Sorry. The popcorn took longer than I thought it would take.” You answered him back again.  Hearing the beginning credits of the movie start you started to adjust yourself on the couch. You wore a light pink v-neck t-shirt, and some comfy gray sweatpants, with your hair tied up in a messy bun.

It became a regular thing for you and Baekhyun. Every Saturday night after a week-long of stress and work, Baekhyun had suggested we have weekly movie night’s, obviously liking his idea you agreed.  Now facing the television as you were focused on the movie playing in front of you. You guys had decided on watching “50 First Dates” again. It was yours and Baekhyun favorite movie. Baekhyun still watching you with a loving smile on his face biting his lips, he brings his hands around your shoulders; pulling you into his arms as you snuggle closer into his warm chest. He smelt like home, and you could never get enough of him. He gently placed a kiss to the side of your temple soothingly rubbing the sides of your arms comfortingly.

  “Why are you trying to run away from me come closer?” He pouted his lips. Gosh he looked so cute when he pouted his lips and looked at you with those pleading twinkling soft brown eyes of his that you just couldn’t help getting lost in. Blushing you moved even closer to him. Baekhyun still looking at you with the brightest smile let’s out a low chuckle. The vibrations rumbling through his chest that you feel as you were now pressed closer to his body. “After being together for this long you would think you’d be less shy around me.” He says, as he turns his attention back to the movie.

  You and Baekhyun had been together for over a year now, and you couldn’t be happier that you got to call him your boyfriend. You guys had met through your friend Jongin at his birthday dinner last winter. The moment you laid your eyes on him you knew you had a crush on him. Between the way he ran his fingers through his soft brown hair, his milky soft skin and mochi like cheeks that always seemed to be glowing in the light, his cute brown eyes, and his breathtaking smile you just couldn’t help, but fall for him. He was for sure charming you admit thinking back to that memorable day. The same went for Baekhyun of course. He always talks about the first time he laid his eyes on you, and how he just couldn’t help, but stare at you. He says he swore his jaw hit the floor when he watched you walk in through the restaurant doors. Giggling quietly to yourself about how it felt like just yesterday, Baekhyun turns his head from the tv screen to look back at you. Smiling he asks, “What are you giggling on about?” He says cocking a quirky brow at you while his hands were placed on your thigh squeezing it lightly as he had his hands sliding up and down comfortingly asking you the question he wanted an answer to.

 “Just thinking about the first time we met.” You blushed. A playful smirk on his face; he chuckles. “And what were you thinking about from that day?” He asks curiously, a hint of mischief in his voice. “Oooh, you know…” you blushed looking down at your lap. Embarrassed trying to change the subject you quickly leaned over, reaching your hands towards the table where the bowl of popcorn sat untouched until now as you placed it in on your lap.  Still trying to avoid his eyes you began to stuff your mouth with the buttery popcorn.

 “We should really watch the movie now.” You tell him. Focusing back on the movie minutes later. Suddenly you feel a pair of hands grab you by the waist pulling you to sit on his lap. Baekhyun’s lap. Clearly surprised from his actions your eyes go wide your cheeks red as a tomato as he places you on his lap pressing you into his chest as he begins to nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck leaving sweet feather like kisses along the base of your neck and under your jaw. You whine leaning back into his warm embrace.

“Baekhyunnnn I’m trying to watch the movie, and your distracting me.” You tell him a bit flustered from his bold actions your body getting hotter by the minute.

 Baekhyun hums in between your neck as he continues to place sweet kisses below your ear hands still wrapped around your waist, He whispers in your ear sending a chilling sensation down your spine trailing sloppy kisses down your neck. “Then watch the movie Baby” he says as he continues to tease you more. Trying to ignore the fact that Baekhyun was literally driving you wild right now from his actions you resume watching the scenes play out in front of you as he continued to suck on your neck leaving faint love bites.

After minutes of trying to concentrate on the movie in front of you, you couldn’t focus all you could think about was the cold sensation of Baekhyun’s slender fingers and hands going up underneath your shirt making you gasp.

 “Baekhyun” you call for him hoping to get his attention. “Hmm” he hums against your now sensitive skin as he continues his assault on your neck this time more ferociously nibbling on your ear making you let out a quiet moan. “W-what are you doing?” You were so nervous. You felt like your heart was beating a million miles per seconds and your breath was caught up in your throat. You’ve thought about this exact moment with Baekhyun a bunch of times, him touching you making your body warm and lingering for his soft touches, and heart shaped lips on you, but never did you imagine you’d be in this position with him right now.

You and Baekhyun had never gone farther than kissing, so this caught you off guard, with you being a virgin you both had talked about waiting until you felt like you were ready; which Baekhyun has been surprisingly compliant with no surprise there, because he was indeed respectful towards you. Snapping out of your train of thought Baekhyun whispers huskily in your ear again. “Baby, have I told you how beautiful you look today” while squeezing your waist. He says as you turn your body to the side still seated on his lap, blushing at his words.

 “What’s gotten into you Baekhyun?” You asked. Pulling away from your neck giving you another one of his adorable pouts he says, “What?” a playful smirk still on his handsome face. “Can’t I make my beautiful girlfriend feel good?” he asks.  His hands riding up underneath my shirt at a slow pace causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. “Let me make you feel good Baby?” He says with pleading eyes. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with” he continues. “Just let Baekhyun treat his baby girl tonight hmm?” he finishes. Finally giving in to his tempting ministrations you nod.

“okay fine” answering him a smile creeping back on his lips.

 As if you had given him the green light Baekhyun places you back down on the couch beside him as he slowly turns his body towards you holding your face in his soft hands looking into your eyes he says, “Let me know if anything is too much okay?” you nod nervously and he gives you a comforting smile. Clearly haven forgotten about the movie playing in the background now Baekhyun starts to gently kiss the sides of your face. First starting with a sweet and tender kiss to both of your cheeks and then near the corners of your lips tilting your head to the side and placing another feather below your jaw. “I love your cute cheeks” he says whispering huskily near your ear. Wanting to feel Baekhyun’s lips against your own you whine. Baekhyun notices and slowly places his soft pillow like lips against your own.

No matter how many times you and Baekhyun have kissed you can never get used to the feeling of his lips pressed against yours. Starting off slowly Baekhyun moves his lips along with your own. You slowly begin to ease into the kiss more. Baekhyun pulls away from your lips and you whine at the loss of contact. “Come here Baby?” he says patting his lap again motioning for you to straddle him. You comply with his wishes and slowly make your way to straddle his waist. “Mmm, much better” he says giving you a wink that makes your cheeks redden. “Now… where were we?” he asks clearly teasing you. Pulling you closer to his body hands back on your waist his lips reattach with your own. This time the kiss is no longer careful, its heated and you begin to open your mouth more for him letting his tongue in as you both fight for dominance eventually letting Baekhyun take the lead. You feel his hands ride up underneath your shirt again and you moan. Slowly his hands and fingers are sliding up your back, and towards your covered breast cupping them giving it a light squeeze and you whine as he soon begins to massage them over the cotton fabric.

  Unable to control yourself anymore too consumed in the heated make out session you guys were having on the couch, and Baekhyun palming your mounds you both were surprised at hearing the words that slipped past your lips in between kisses. “Take off my bra Baekhyun?” you beg him with innocent eyes. Backing away shortly looking at you he gives you a reassuring look asking if you’re sure and you nod biting your lip grabbing his hands and placing both of them back on your covered breasts.  “Please” you say before Baekhyun’s hands make its way behind your back and slowly unclasps your bra throwing it somewhere behind us in the living room. Once your bra is off you feel his cold hands palming your breasts as he begins to squeeze and massage them. You gently throw your head back closing your eyes letting out a moan as you feel Baekhyun pinching and twisting your already hard nipples. “Baekhyun please” you ask unsure of what you are asking for.

  “What do you want Baby?” he asks.

  Holding your face in his hands Baekhyun then leans back into your neck; lips making contact with your neck again and then to your collarbones which were exposed to him; making his way in between your bosoms. Baekhyun pulls away from your breasts for a second still holding you closely to his body as you being to grind on him he tugs on your shirt lightly breathing a little ragged. “Do you want me to remove your shirt?” he asks politely. Nodding your head, he slowly begins to lift your shirt over your head. Finally, with your top half completely naked and exposed for Baekhyun he looks down at your chest licking his lips. “So beautiful” he murmurs. “You’re so perfect, and your all mine” he continues to praise your body as he runs his hands down every curve of your body, like it’s the last time he’’ll ever see you like this.

Eventually he starts to kiss you again in between your chest and eventually back to your breasts again taking your left nipple into his mouth now as he begins to suck and swirl his tongue around the now erected bud, and then does the same with your right one. “Oh my god” you let out a moan at the cold and warm sensation hitting your sensitive nipples. You felt so good right now you thought to yourself as Baekhyun’s lip continued to suck and bite down on your nipples as he watched you. You thought about why you hadn’t done this with him sooner. What you’ve been missing all this time.

  Pulling away from in between your breasts Baekhyun untied your hair from its messy bun allowing your hair to fall down the sides of your face as he started running his hands through them. “I love when your hair is down” he says looking at you with an adoring smile.

Looking at you with something different hidden behind his eyes with what looked like desire and love, and he asks you. “Should we take this upstairs Baby?” he asked nervous for your answer playing with your hair. Pausing, you started to think about if you really wanted this. With all the thoughts of you and Baekhyun from the past running through your head and how completely respectful and loving he’s been towards you all this time. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. You trusted him with taking your virginity, so you finally said…. “Yes” a smile on both of your faces as you both realize where this is going.

 Suddenly Baekhyun swoops you up from the couch carrying you bridal style which caught you by surprise; a huge grin on your face as you laugh all the way up the stairs towards his bedroom. Upon arriving at his room, he kicks the door open with his foot and makes his way to lay you on his bed softly. Pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it on the floor he hovers above you. Kissing your nose, then your lips, and in between your bosoms and your breasts making his way back down to your stomach he begins to pull your sweatpants down your legs revealing your underwear. Sucking in a breath when he sees how wet you are he lets out a moan. “You’re so wet Baby” covering your face with your hands from embarrassment Baekhyun comes back up to your face removing your hands from covering your face, he chuckles pouting.  “Don’t cover that beautiful face from me” He says, and your stomach does somersaults at his words.  

  Soon Baekhyun is kneeling in between your legs on the edge of the bed as he begins kissing the inside of your thighs teasingly biting as he got closer to your aching core; while one of his hands started playing with your nipples again twisting the buds. Slowly hooking his fingers through your underwear, he starts to slide them down your smooth legs letting them pool at your feet. Spreading your legs apart for him you look down at him in between your legs and you couldn’t help, but moan at the thought of your extremely hot boyfriend in between your legs about to eat you out.

Throwing your head back and closing your eyes you felt his tongue slide in between your folds as he sucks on your clit and pulls on it with his teeth and you let out another moan as he continues to eat you out lapping up your juices tasting you on his skillful tongue. You fist your hands in his hair and pull him closer to your wet pussy if that’s even possible and begin to ride his tongue. Taking two fingers he slowly begins to insert them into your pussy as he continues to suck on your clit. Pumping his fingers into you at a slow pace you plead for him to go faster, and so he does. His fingers were hitting so deep within your walls as you clenched around his fingers and Baekhyun moaned causing vibrations to your pussy and you threw your head back moaning. You eventually started to feel a coil like feeling build up and you knew you would cum sooner or later. Your legs now shaking Baekhyun takes one of them and places it over his shoulder giving it a couple more feather like kisses on the inner side until he reaches your ankles places a kiss there before he delves back into your pussy. “F-fuck” you cursed. “R-right there Baek. Don’t stop” you pleaded as he watched you lose yourself in pure ecstasy. You were on cloud nine, you never knew it could feel this good. “Baekhyun” you make out in between breaths; “I-I’m going to cum” you stutter out in between moans.

Pulling away from your pussy Baekhyun stands up to hover back over you. You are now kissing each other feverishly tongues mixing with each other as you taste yourself on his tongue, You moan. “You taste even better then I imagined Baby.” He said in between breaths. Quickly pulling away Baekhyun starts to unbutton his pants stepping out of them. Sitting up on your elbows you see he is now standing in front of you with just his boxers on, and his hard cock hidden behind them. Catching you staring at his cock he smirks down at you. Dropping his boxers now, with his hard cock springing free he grabs a condom on the dresser near where he stood, and he makes his way to climb back over you. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” Baekhyun asked knowing damn well he told you that back in the living room trying to ease your nerves since he knew this was your first time, and that you were probably extremely nervous.

 “You ready” he asks again making sure you wanted this just as bad as he did at this very moment. Wrapping your arms around his neck you bring him back down to your face and pulling his lips down to meet yours. You give him a light peck on his lips and answer, “I’m ready Baekhyun” and with that he rips open the condom easing it onto his cock, and he begins to rub the tip of his cock aligning it against my folds. Easing into you gently stretching through your walls you let out cries out of pain from how big he was unfamiliar with the feeling of being stretched out like this. Kissing the bridge of your nose he says, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” And with that Baekhyun is fully in your tight snatch. He stills for a couples of minutes letting you adjust to his size as he slowly starts to move his hips.

You slowly start to feel the pain turn into pleasure and you moan. “M-move” you tell him giving him permission signaling you were okay, and just like hearing that magic word he began to thrust into you at a faster pace that had your toes curling. Running your hands down his back nails digging into his skin your hands make its way to groping his ass pulling him closer to you. Both moaning you felt yourself coming undone again. You were so close to reaching your orgasm and Baekhyun could sense it from how tightly you were clenching around his cock. Both of you now sweating placing your hands above your head Baekhyun interlaces his fingers with yours kissing your lips passionately his hair sticking to his face, as his strokes were slow but deep with each thrust hitting so deep you couldn’t help, but cry out in pleasure. Watching him above you as he stared into your eyes he looked so beautiful like this you thought, as you both came at the same time a couple of “I love you’s” falling from his and your lips as he finishes riding out your orgasm kissing you sweetly giving you praises about how much he loves every curve of your body.

 Slowly Pulling out of you, he cleans you up pulling you close to his chest on the bed, pushing your hair to the side kissing you in the crook of your neck sweetly once more as you both held each others hands fingers still intertwined as you both just stared at each other with some much love. You couldn’t believe it. You finally lost your virginity to the best person in the world you smiled at him. “Thank you for this Baek. This is all I ever wanted” You tell him. Grazing his thumb on your knuckles in soft circular motions he brings your hands to his lips and places a soft kiss to them and whispers.

 “I love you y/n” he says and before you both drift off to sleep he whispers in your ears.

“Happy Anniversary Baby”

[agentunwin]

CAN’T BE FRIENDS [S.M.]

A/N: This is a standalone imagine!! So please don’t ask for a part 2 lol

Prompt: Shawn sees his ex for the first time in months under unusual circumstances and the true effects of their breakup are revealed, but both know that there’s nothing that can be done. [Based on Can’t Be Friends - Trey Songz.]

Warnings: Just angst and cursing.

Words: 2,222

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The shell of Shawn Mendes walked aimlessly around the crowded room that was filled to the brim with sweaty adults, the stench in the air confirming this. He'd been stumbling around for around 10 minutes now, just looking for something to do, or something more to drink, even though the cup he was holding was still nearly full.

"Shawn! Get your ass over here!"

He wasn't sure who's voice it was, but in the state he was in, he couldn't care less. So, he began stumbling back towards where he believed the voice to be coming from. It took him less than a few seconds to spot a few of his friends and a group of strangers around a table, a girl laying half-naked on top of the plastic surface, giggling at something her friend had just said.

"What's going on here?" Shawn slurred, running a hand through his messy curls.

"Body shots," One of his friends responded, holding up a bottle of tequila and a can of whipped cream. "You in?"

Shawn looked down at the girl who was still laying down. She wasn't attractive to him in the least bit, but that night he'd accept any chance he could to get more fucked up.

Shawn took the initiative and began squirting the whipped cream over parts of her body, starting at her panty line. He then moved upwards, squirting a line up her stomach and through the valley of her breasts. And finally, he put some in her mouth to seal the deal. While he was doing this, his friends helped him, setting up 2 shot glasses in the middle of the whipped cream.

Shawn barely noticed the encouraging shouts and whoops around him as he dug in with no hesitation. His tongue worked quickly, licking along the top of her underwear to clear the cream there, grabbing the shot glass that was placed there. Swiftly swallowing it down, he coughed and moved on to her stomach.

He felt eyes on him from all directions, and if he was at all worried about the media rumors that would transpire the following morning, it seemed that they had all flown out the window.

Shawn's body is running on autopilot and when he's finally coming back to reality he's throwing back another shot, the bitterness stinging his throat in the most delicious way. Now, all there was was the kiss.

It was sloppy, disgusting, and vile, however everyone around them continued to cheer him on as he made out with the woman below him, eating the whipped cream. She seemed more than content with what was happening, but he hated every second of it. It wasn't enough- It wasn't her.

Everyone in the room witnessed Shawn's face pale right before he was disconnecting from the girl and running off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and scrambling to the bathtub. His body went completely numb as his eyes shut tightly and he was heaving, throwing up everything he'd consumed in the short time he'd been at the party.

He didn't even notice the tears staining his cheeks until he finally allowed himself to sit up, confirming that there was nothing left to throw up. He felt disgusting and pathetic knowing that he'd just thrown up in his friend's bathtub, but now, there was nothing he could do about it.

Shawn's eyes were shut for a long time- As far as he could tell- before he was awoken by the sound of the creaky bathroom door. Normally the man would hop up and yell at whoever had disrupted his privacy, but at that time, he was far too spent.

Gentle footsteps intrigued him and when they stopped in front of him, he felt a presence in front of him- A familiar, comforting one. The same one that had broken his soul just the same as he did for her.

Y/N.

He didn't have to open his eyes to know this. Instead, a small smile grazed his chapped lips at the same time a water bottle was held to them, another soft hand gently lifting his chin up. Shawn gladly accepted the help and gulped down the water, the liquid helping to soothe his burning throat.

"How'd you know I was sick?" Shawn inquired as he heard the bottle's top being twisted back on, followed by some other rustling and running water. A few seconds later a cold rag was placed on his forehead, relieving his headache and sweating.

And for the first time in months, he heard her voice- Her melodic, beautiful, voice. "Nice to see you too, stranger."

She hadn't changed from her sarcastic ways one bit.  At this, Shawn let out a pained chuckle and shook his head, his mouth spewing words before he could comprehend them. "God, I love you."

Even though he still couldn't see her, he knows she hesitated. Her hands reached down to grab his and held them to the rag, beckoning for him to support the rag himself. Of course, Shawn's mind merely lingered on the feeling of her skin against his.

"Don't tell me you've been doing this a lot?" Y/N spoke with a sigh. She lifted herself up to the counter and sat atop it, leaning down on her elbows.

Shawn sniffed and shrugged, a hopeless look on his face. "Do you want the truth or are you just like everyone else?"

When she didn't answer for a solid 10 seconds, Shawn got visibly worried, and for the first time since she'd entered the room, he willed himself to split his eyes open. The sight shattered him.

He knew this look all too well- It was the look Y/N would give him when he could tell that she was miserable inside but was trying to appear strong for Shawn. That look haunted him every time he left for tour, it persisted after every make-up they'd had, and it was especially prominent on their final night together 5 months ago.

She wore too-tight black clothing and messy makeup that wasn't her at all, but both of them were trying out new things after their breakup, it seemed. Partying was obviously Shawn's new vice.

"That's not fair, Shawn." She whispered and stared at her lap, voice hoarse now as her nose stung with the promise of tears. "You know I always listened to you."

Shawn bit his lip and gulped, silently hoping she'd look him in the eye again. He was finding it hard to tell her how he truly felt even if he knew that she would never judge him, and that she'd always be there for him, no matter what. Maybe that's why he was struggling so much.

"I've been partying so much, Y/N." Shawn speaks out against the silence, "It helps me forget. And I know you understand, since you're here too."

Y/N remained silent once again and began to twiddle her feet around- A nervous habit of hers. This simple gesture was one that he'd missed dearly. He then realized, after seeing her out of the blue like this, that he wasn't as ready as he'd once told himself he was.

"You looked like you were enjoying yourself." Y/N shrugged, biting her lip insecurely. Shawn raised his eyebrow in confusion and she continued on to elaborate, "The body shots? Kissing that girl?"

Shawn chuckled bitterly and shook his head, hurt that she believed he could enjoy another girl as much as he did her. "If I enjoyed it so much, I wouldn't be in here throwing up my guts, would I?"

Once again, silence coveted them. But that time, it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, and without words spoken, both of them felt the words the other was dying to say. The words that they'd both considered texting the other on their late and drunken nights, but never actually had the courage to admit. Until now.

"I miss you."

Shawn's words came out scratchy and broken, but comprehensible nonetheless. Y'N's lips pressed together tightly and she visibly hesitated once again before she hopped off the counter top and stalked towards him. She plopped down next to him lazily, and with a hard gulp, her head was gently rested on top of his shoulder.

She didn't reply to his words, but he knew she felt the same. It seemed as if the rest of their night was spent together in the dimly lit bathroom, silence separating them and comforting them all at once. At one point, Y/N's eyes began to grow heavy, and Shawn couldn't help but tear up at the sight of the girl falling asleep on his shoulder.

It was a scene he'd seen so much before- When she'd come home from work after a long day, when they were on an airplane and she needed rest, and even at parties she was anxious but found comfort in his presence. The reminiscence was making him miserable, and suddenly, everything was far too overwhelming.

She snapped back to reality solely because of his sobbing. It was ugly and real, and it broke her heart because she knew exactly what he was feeling. Slowly sitting up, Y/N's eyes flickered up to stare at him, tears streaking his face and lips bitten in attempt to silence his cries- To no avail.

He could feel her eyes on him, burning into him, and he couldn't stop the flow of words that spilled from his lips. "If I knew we would end up like this, I would have never kissed you that night, I would've never dated you because now everything's fucked up and I just want you back- Not even romantically. I lost my best friend and the love of my life because I was a fucking dumbass. I miss your smile and your kindness and your talent and your grace, god, it's all my fault, and now I'm going out of my fucking mind."

Y/N's own tears were beginning to form and she crossed her legs, lips quivering as she whispered, "It's not all your fault, Shawn. We both had our issues. But that doesn't mean this has to end forever.. Maybe we can still be friends."

It was stupid of her to suggest, and they both knew it.

Shawn's teeth grit harshly as he laughed bitterly through his tears, staring off into nothing. "There's no way in hell we could ever be friends again after what we've done. We can't take it back, Y/N."

His eyes shot back to hers as soon as he heard a single semblance of a cry, and when he saw her tears, he was there. He pulled her into his arms and held her tight, both of them comforting one another, even though they were the reason for each other's pain. Her fingers wove themselves deep into his shirt as she cried loudly into his chest, Shawn's own tears dripping down his cheeks and into her mess of hair.

"It's not fair," She screamed, the viciousness behind her words muffled by the fabric. "I'm in love with you, so why can't we just be together? Why does nothing ever work out?"

They were questions that Shawn had asked himself every single night. When he first asked out his best friend, everything seemed perfect on paper. However, between the margins, constant fighting and disagreements occurred. Their entire dynamic changed and they had fallen in love too quickly, digging themselves a hole that they couldn't get out of.

Now, both were left void and filled with regret.

Shawn gulped loudly and pulled her away from him, as much as he hated to do so. Her desperate eyes searched his but only found the same sadness, knowing that there was no way to fix this.

"I think it's time for us to let go."

His words struck a cord in both of them, being the closure that both had craved for months now.

"I want you to live your life," Shawn sniffed, attempting a grin, "I want you to find love with someone who can do it all for you. I want you to be happy, even if it's not because of me. Please, don't make this harder than it has to be."

Y/N's throat burned and she wiped her tears, nodding gently. "I want the same for you, Shawn."

Shawn giggled at her- She was never great with words. He quickly shook this thought from his head, though.

"I guess this is goodbye." She bit her lip, a sad smile on her face as she stared at the man who'd done so much for her. She was trying to stay strong again, for his sake, he could tell.

"Not goodbye," Shawn shook his head, lacing his fingers with hers one last time. "That's too permanent. Let's just say.. See you later."

Y/N squeezed his fingers and nodded, "See you later."

They kept their hands together for a few more seconds and he was the one to finally go, releasing her from his grip, but certainly not his conscience.

As she exited the room with him shutting the door behind her, she ultimately walked out of his life forever, leaving him to slide his back down the door and bury his head in his knees, allowing himself to sob into himself.

And unbeknownst to him, Y/N was on the other side, a shattered mess just as much as he was.

Both loved each other too much, and that was exactly where their problem laid.

[angelandbee]

Yandere Chucky Yoongi Oneshot | Only mine

a/n:

So halloween is coming up soon! It's my favorite time of the year! I love spooky things so I decided to write something spooky. Child's play is one of my favorite horror movies and I own a couple of Chucky replicas. So naturally I had to write something for Chucky Yoongi because it's one of the cutest things ever. '

I wrote two endings to this because I couldn't decide which one I liked more. I hope you like it and please let me know what you think!

Warnings: blood, gore, murder, strong language, violence

You had known Yoongi for a long time. You met him when you finished work and decided to go out and drink with a friend. Yoongi was in the same cafe as you were. You were waiting for you friend to arrive and that’s when your eyes met. That moment, both of you were completely smitten. There was something about him that drew you to him. You wasn’t sure if it was his messy red/ginger hair which was adorable to you or just is sort of doll like appearance. You also noticed the scar across his eyebrow (he only had one back then). You needed to know the story about how he got it. And then there were his eyes. They were dark and mysterious, easily luring you in. You needed to know everything about him, no matter how dark his secrets were.

When Yoongi laid his eyes on you, he immediately knew that he wanted you to be his. You were pure and in one word, perfect. By the thought of someone being around you that wasn’t him made his blood boil. He needed you to be safe and the only way to do that was for him to protect you.

He came up to you and tried to start a conversation with you. He left went your friend arrived but not before asking you your number. Even though the two of you texted all the time he still stalked you almost every second of every day. He followed you around no matter where you went or what you were doing. You never found out about this because he was good at hiding himself and who he really was. His favorite thing was watching you sleep. You looked so vulnerable, which only made him wanting to take care of you even more.

A long time after you two started dating Yoongi told you he murdered people and not for his job, but for fun. It scared you at first but you knew that Yoongi would never hurt you or someone you loved. You didn’t like it though so Yoongi promised you to stop killing so you could feel as comfortable as you could around him. He couldn’t stop though. Killing was his hobby and he felt empty without it. He kept it well hidden from you. He did stop stalking you as much as he used to because he trusted you and he knew that you would call him whenever you needed him. He did put a tracker in your phone though.

 Lately you have become really close to one of your (male) colleagues. Both of you texted each other from time to time and hung out with abut after both of you finished work. You really enjoyed his company. He was really nice. You felt like he was one of the few friends you had. Yoongi on the other hand was extremely jealous. He felt like you were cheating on him even though he knew you would never do such a thing. Yoongi started stalking you again and followed you everywhere, especially when you went to work. Yoongi noticed the constant arm touches, the stupid jokes and the attempts at flirting from your male colleague. Yoongi became furious! He knew that you were too gorgeous to go out and he had to do something ASAP.

 Tonight you had promised to hang out with you colleague at his house. Yoongi was burning with anger when told him.

“I’m gonna kill the motherfucker,” he had said but you managed to calm him down. You had never seen him this angry before and to be quite honest, it had scared you. Yoongi stayed quite peaceful but that completely changed when you were about to leave and Yoongi’s extreme jealousy took over.

“Are you going to wear that?” Yoongi asked grinding his teeth as he saw you enter the living room.

“Does it look bad?” you asked, nervously looking down at your outfit of choice.

“Why do you have to dress up and look that good when you’re going over to him?” Yoongi spat. You sighed and sat down next to Yoongi.

“Yoongi,” you whispered as you wrapped your arms around him. He tried to get away from your embrace but you didn’t let him go. You put your head on his shoulder which seemed to calm him down.

“He flirts with you,” Yoongi was angry, you noticed it in the way he did or said everything.

“Does that mean I am going to fall for him?” you questioned.

“No, of course not, I trust you,” Yoongi said. “I just don’t trust him.”

“Well, you don’t have to,” you told him. “As long as you trust me it should be fine, right.”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi shook his head. You leaned in and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

“I love you and only you,” you declared. Yoongi turned to face your now wrapping his arms around you. He kissed your lips short and sloppy.

“I know that, jagi. I love you too, I’m just a little cautious about others. They are all trying to steal you away from me,” Yoongi said serious. You smiled. It was kinda adorable how he was so protective over you.

“But you won’t let them,” you stated with a smile.

Yoongi shook his head. Damn right he wouldn’t let anyone take you away from him and he was definitely going to make sure this asshole wouldn’t either.

“I have to go,” Yoongi suddenly said and got up from the couch.

“You’re not going to stay the night,” you asked slightly panicking.

“Of course I am jagi,” Yoongi comforted you immediately. “I have to pick something up from my place. But I’ll pick you up at ten.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. Yoongi nodded.

Yoongi got into his car with the attention of actually going home. He wanted to pick up some candles, flowers and other stuff he could use to romantically decorate your place. He wanted to show you that he was a better boyfriend than anyone could ever be. Then, images of you and your colleague flashed through his mind. He tried to focus on the road but the images were like parasites. Yoongi’s grip around his steering wheel tightened. Images of you kissing your colleague suddenly filled his mind. He knew you would never do that but it felt too real.

“Fuck,” Yoongi hissed under his breath and turned the car around, going straight to your colleague’s house.

You were on your way to your colleague’s house as well. You texted him you were almost there. It was quiet outside. You only heard some birds and cars passing by in a distance.

When you reached the house the first thing you noticed was the fact that the front door was open. Your colleague wasn’t outside so it was strange to say the least. Nervously you approached the door. It was completely silent inside. With shaking hands you opened the door further.

“H-hello?” you asked. “(Name), Are you there?”

You didn’t get a response. A voice inside your head said to turn around and leave but you couldn’t. He could be in trouble! You slowly entered the house. You checked the hallway and the kitchen but both of them were empty.

“Hello?” you asked again. That was when you heard noises coming from the presumably living room.

“(Name)!” you called as you ran towards the noice but stopped dead in your tracks at the sight you saw in front of you. It was your boyfriend hovering over your colleague, stabbing him with an knife again, and again, and again, and again.... Blood was gushing out of the multiple wounds. You could see that your colleague was already as dead as he could be but that didn’t stop your boyfriend from stabbing him repeatedly.

“That’s what you get for trying to take what is mine!” Yoongi yelled at the dead body beneath him. You wanted to run away, far away from this scene but your legs didn’t move. You were completely frozen on your spot. You kept staring at the love of your life who was still mutilating your friend’s body. He had no idea you were there and it stayed like that for another two minutes. When he finally stopped and stepped away from the body he saw you standing in the doorway and turned to you. You examined his body. Every muscle was tense. His overalls were completely drenched in blood, as were his hands. His face was covered in blood splatters and his hair was even messier than usual. His eyes were the things that scared you the most. They were darker than they had ever been and filled with bloodlust.

“Jagi,” Yoongi said, his expressions softening when he saw you were terrified. You didn’t say anything.

“It is not what it looks like,” Yoongi said as he slowly started to approach you.

“Stay away from me,” you said as tears started streaming down your face.

“Jagi, it’s okay,” Yoongi said.

“You-you killed him!” you cried.

“Jagi it is fine. It is all good,” Yoongi tried to comfort you.

“No,” you shook your head and adrenaline took over your body. You started to run towards the front door. You felt a knife passing your side, leaving a cut. The knife took your clothes with it and pinned you against the wall. A hand grabbed your shoulder and roughly turned you around. Yoongi’s face was close to yours. Close enough to feel his breath on your face.

“You think you can run away from me?” Yoongi questioned, his dark eyed piercing into yours.

“I just wanted to go eat home,” you said just above whisper, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear you. Yoongi brought his knife up and held the sharp end underneath your chin.

“You’re not going anywhere without me ever again, unless I tell you to, got that?” Yoongi told you his will. You nodded, scared of what would happen if you told him no.

“Now, this is what you are going to do: you are going home, you are going to put on your pajamas and you are going to wait for me while I clean it in here a little,” Yoongi commanded.

“I will,” you promised.

“Good girl,” Yoongi smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Are you coming soon?” you asked. You were terrified of him and yet you wanted Yoongi to come home with you and hold you like he always did.

“Of course I’ll be home soon,” Yoongi comforted you. “No go.”

You nodded and quickly ran away. You ran fast, faster than ever before.

Tears kept steaming down your face. The man you loved most in the entire world killed someone dear to you after promising he would never do such a thing. You were scared, disappointed, sad. Yet, a part of you still called for him. You loved him too much. You were already thinking about forgiving him, wasn’t that sad?

When you came home you ran upstairs and threw yourself on your bed. You held your pillow as you sobbed into it. You couldn’t believe this had happened.

You hoped that if yoy cried yourself to sleep you would wake up in the morning and everything would be okay again.

"Why?! God fucking damnit why?!" you screamed as you slammed your fist into the pillow next to you. You closed your eyes in an attempt to calm yourself down a bit. After a while it started to work and you actually almost drifted off to sleep.

"Shit," you muttered as you suddenly remember your promise to Yoongi. You quickly jumped up from your bed and grabbed your night attire which consisted of one of Yoongi's shirts and some shirts. When you were dressed you went to your living room. You sat down on the couch and stared at the door, like a puppy waiting for their owner to return home. Minutes past but they felt like hours. Hearing the front door open and close made you feel tense and nervous. Yoongi came into the living room. He was still completely covered in blood. You could see the madness in his eyes.

"Hey jagi," he smiled softly at you. You knew he could see that you have been crying. Normally you would have tried to hide it from him but right now you couldn't care less. Yoongi slowly walked up to you. Just as he was about to wrap his arms around you, you pulled away.

"What's wrong?" Yoongi asked confused. You had never denied his physical affection before.

"I- you're still covered in blood," you told him as you looked down, too scared to face him.

"Why does that matter?!" Yoongi raised his voice, making you flinch. You hear him sigh and soon you fell a soft hand lifting up your head.

"I'm so sorry jagi," Yoongi said. "I'll be right back."

You nodded at him. Yoongi left the living room, presumably going to your bathroom or bedroom. Even though you weren't officially living together, most of Yoongi's clothes and other important things were at your house. He almost never went to his place.

Another fifteen minutes had passed and Yoong finally joined you again. He sat down next to on the couch.

"Why?" you asked as tears formed in your eyes again.

"You know damn well why," Yoongi said intimidating.

"You didn't go home, did you? You left my place just to go out and kill him!" you spoke your assumptions.

"That is not true!" Yoongi became angry. "Do you really think so low of me?"

"Yoongi.." you started and turned your head to look at him. "What happened? And why?"

"He kept haunting my mind. Since I saw him trying to kiss you I just can't stop thinking about him. The fucker knew we were together! I was on my way home, I wanted to grab some stuff to make your place romantic for when you would return tonight but I kept seeing you and him together. Blinded by hate and jealousy I went to his place and stabbed him. And you know what? It felt good!" Yoongi explained his actions. You saw that his eyes were still filled with hate and anger.

"I see," you said. "You just.. didn't have to kill him.

"I'm sorry," Yoongi insincerely said. You knew he was more than happy about the fact that your colleague was dead now.

"What now?" you asked.

"Now?" Yoongi snorted with a chuckle. "From now on you are not leaving the house without me ever again. If anyone nothing but looks at you, I will kill them, just like the way I killed your 'friend'!"

Bad ending | Even worse ending 

~Angel