#idk what's wrong with me‚ but sound sensitivity is hell

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[lovebugism]

AH HI!! so... i love the way you write ditzy!reader, and especially with steve idk it just warms my heart yk? The way they interact 😭 it's so lovely

Since I'm an angsty girly at heart, I thought about a situation where steve gets a teeny tiny bit frustrated with ditzy!reader, but it's just seconds, even less than that but it's enough to make her upset for making him upset but also a super fluffy moment between both of them and steve being mesmerized by her and just so much in love

ahh thank u lovie! pls enjoy!! — steve gets frustrated with his sensitive gf and makes up with her accordingly (hurt/comfort, established relationship, 2.7k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

You keep Steve company during the last half of his shift like you always do. 

He’s grumpier than usual, though — all pouty and visibly brooding. 

You plop yourself on the front counter of Family Video and ask him what’s wrong, and he tells you that the day’s been hell and he’s just tired. There is no “but I feel better now” like there usually is when he’s upset but doesn’t want you to think it’s your fault. 

The “because you’re here” is typically implied. 

Not so much now.

You’re having the complete opposite day of your sulking boyfriend. Yours had been dreadfully boring, or at least you say it had been, but you find a million different things to tell him. You’re too excited after having spent so many hours without him, like a dog with a wagging tail. You’ve got the zoomies of the mouth, if you could even call it that.

“—And then I saw the cutest dog on the way over here. His name was Cappy, and he was huge, and the owner was so nice. He even let me pet him, and he literally felt like a cloud— the dog, not the owner.”

Steve is used to this. The whole rambling about nothing thing. He loves it about you, actually. It took him ages to coax you out of that shell after your asshole ex told you that you talked too much, convinced you that no one cared about what you had to say.

You’re more comfortable now, and Steve loves that you are, but right now he just can’t concentrate.

Keith’s been on his ass about inventory all day, and he just learned how to do it on the old, bulky computer this morning — but only after Robin made him an hour late to his shift. Everything’s just too much now. He’s overwhelmed to the point of spontaneous combustion. 

For the first time ever, you’re not helping.

“—And, like, I know when we move into our apartment, we’re technically not allowed to have pets, but like… What about a fish? Or a turtle?” you wonder aloud but don’t stop to let him answer. Sitting on the edge of the counter, you kick your feet and flit your eyes to the spotted ceiling. “What if I start feeding the deer in the woods, and they just start showing up at our backdoor? ‘Cause technically—”

“Babe, please,” Steve snaps suddenly when your sneaker knocks his chair. He’s buzzing with anger, and even though it’s not because of you, he doesn’t know where else to put it.

Your eyes go wide at the newfound bite in his tone. He’s not shouting at you, but it makes your heart stop like he is. You feel like a kid again, getting scolded for being “too much.”

“…What?” you squeak.

Steve sighs. A deep, heavy sigh. It doesn’t remove the leaden weight from his chest, though. 

“I’m… I’m really trying to concentrate here, and you’re just— you’re making it really hard,” he tells you through gritted teeth, trying hard to keep his composure.

You deflate like a popped balloon. “Oh…”

He can hear the waver in your tone, the way your voice sounds wet with unshed tears. But he’s too overwhelmed — internally raging and selfish with it. His sweltering temper makes his woe feel more important than yours.

“Yeah, so… Can you just— go bother someone else for, like, five minutes?” he asks, fists clenched on either side of the clunky keyboard, his gaze concentrated on the pixelated screen. “Robin’s probably sulking in a corner somewhere. Go find her.”

Your face crumbles like a balled-up piece of paper. Your chest gets all tight, and your eyes start to burn when tears gather behind them.

You’d always been a flower of melodrama — blooming eternally and constantly sensitive. So when Steve cut you off as you fantasized about a family of deer living in the backyard of an apartment you were supposed to share together, it felt like a knife in your chest. 

The irrational thought that he no longer wanted any of that with you was fleeting and vivid and burning. Irrational, still.

But now you’re annoying him. He’s told you as much, with an unusual harshness he’s never spat at you before. And now your fears feel much more real.

“I’m bothering you?” you ask him, barely intelligible through the whimper in your throat.

Steve huffs again. His elbows thunk against the desk when he puts his head in his palms, swiping his fingers through his hair like he always does when he’s antsy. 

“I just really need to get this done,” he tells you, softer now. He makes himself mad all over again, though, and gets sharper once more. “I need to finish this before I get fired, and then we have no apartment to move into because we have no money, alright?”

There it is. The root of all his anger. A lingering feeling of inadequacy. 

He wants a life with you, but all he’s got is a measly Family Video salary — which he’s lucky to have apparently, because he can’t seem to do anything right. It stirs like a fire in the pit of his stomach.

After another deep breath, he finally turns to look up at you. His honey eyes are wet and stern. The chiseled edges of his features are sharp. Gently, he pleads. “I really need to work here, babe.”

You nod, understanding and internally weeping. “Okay. I’m— I’m sorry, I was just— I’ve been missing you all day, and I got too excited, I think,” you confess, wringing your clammy hands in your lap like a scolded child.

“Don’t apologize,” Steve says with a huff, leaning back against the squeaking swivel chair. It’s old and has lost all its cushion. His stiff back aches all the more. There’s no relief, to any of it. 

He sits back up again and puts his unsure hands back on the keyboard. “Just— Just go, okay? Let me finish this.”

He leaves little room for argument.

You wouldn’t, though, even if you wanted to. Which you do. You’re just not strong enough.

—————

Steve tells you to go, but you end up in the kiddie corner across the store. 

Mr. Rogers puts on a bright red cardigan and sings a tune that makes you feel like crying. You sit on the color-blocked carpet, surrounded by block toys, and clutch a stuffed bunny to your chest. You can’t tell if the vintage VHS is making the screen blurry or if it’s the tears gathering heavy at your waterline.

Robin walks by you, does a double-take, and immediately reports to Steve.

“What did you do?” she interrogates with narrowed eyes, strolling up to the counter with a cart full of tapes to put away.

The hearty tap, tap, taping of the keyboard fills the silence. 

Steve doesn’t look at her until he’s finished up the last of his work. Only when it’s fully and finally complete does his hardened gaze dart to her. “What are you talking about?”

“Your girlfriend. She’s upset.”

“What do you mean she’s upset?”

Robin rolls her eyes at his obliviousness. “I don’t know. She’s singing the Mister Roger’s theme song and, like, crying. It’s weird.”

Steve’s brows pinch. His heart does, too. “Crying?”

“Well— not crying, exactly. It’s this really weird blubbering thing.” She fails to explain it so she tries to imitate it. A sobbing, sniffling sort of noise. She fails at that, too. Her scrunched face goes back to normal. “Like that.”

Deadpanned, Steve nods. “Wow, Robin. That was really helpful. Thank you.”

“Just go comfort your girlfriend, dingus.”

Steve still thinks she’s joking. Robin doesn’t lie, but she does have a tendency to overemphasize the mundane. 

He goes to see you anyway, though, and doesn’t think twice about any of it — about what Robin said or what he had said to you before that.

He finds you in the kid’s section, in front of the tiny television, surrounded by brightly colored toys. He smiles at the sight of you, exhaling a sharp laugh through his nose.

“What are you doing all the way over here, huh?” he questions to announce his arrival, which you seemingly hadn’t noticed. “This area is usually for kids, ya know? Well, kids and Dustin Henderson.”

He doesn’t sound as annoyed with you anymore. You’re grateful for that much, but you still feel a bit sick about the whole thing.

Your nervous hands pick the cotton of the fuzzy bunny in your arms. You keep your gaze on the television in front of you, but you aren’t really watching it anymore. “I used to watch this stuff a lot growing up. The nostalgia sorta makes me wanna puke. But, like, in a good way.”

Steve scoffs. “Well, maybe we should turn it off then, ‘cause if I have to clean up vomit after the day I’ve had, I might actually go insane.”

He’s kidding. Mostly. The universe tends to be cruel like that, but he’d clean up all your messes a thousand times over if he had to.

He laughs at his own joke as he crouches to sit down next to you. He bends his knees, props his arms on top of them, and looks over at you. You don’t crack a smile for him, which is weird because you always laugh at his jokes. Even the ones that aren’t funny. Especially the ones that aren’t funny.

His smile ebbs to a wavering half-smirk as he knocks his shoulder with yours. “You okay?”

You think for a moment, jutting your lips out, unblinking at the television screen. “No,” you answer after a few seconds of silence. “But I’ll get over it. I think.”

Your honesty makes his heart wrench — like you’ve wrapped both your tiny hands around the beating organ and squeezed. It knocks the breath out of his lungs, a fish so ruthlessly pulled from the water. He tries to speak through the sudden lack of air. “Wh—What happened? Was it… Did I do something? Did you—”

“No,” you cut off his stammering with a firm shake of your head. “I did something.”

“Oh,” is all he says, pink lips pouting and wide eyes darting. “What does… What does that mean? Did you, like, step on a rogue VHS or something? ‘Cause I do that all the time, and technically, that’s Rob’s fault for leaving them out, so—”

You shake your head again, digging your nails into the delicate cotton of the well-loved stuffy in your arms. “No. I was just— I was botheringyou, and now I feel bad,” you confess, all quiet like a meek child who’s learning what it means to be sorry.

Steve — your oh, so oblivious one — goes aflame with embarrassment. He’d been too clouded by his own anger to recognize the venom spilling from his mouth; to understand that it would inevitably hurt you.

With chiseled features twisted in confusion, he shakes his head and stammers. “What? No! You weren’t— You weren’t bothering me!”

You turn to look at him, for the first time since he sat down beside you. Your eyes are glassy and swimming with hurt. You try to keep your trembling features stoic. You don’t want to seem as hurt by it all as you really are. 

You feel like you should, anyway. What right do you have to be sad when you were the one being a bother?

“You said I was,” you remind him, still soft but sterner now. “You told me to go bother someone else—”

“Oh, babe…” Steve says, deflating just as you had. 

He knows how sensitive you are, how deeply you feel things. You’re vulnerable, raw — it makes everything feel more personal than it really is. It makes grumpy jabs from your dumbass boyfriend hurt like a lemon on a weeping wound.

He tries to apologize, knowing that he hurt you and that it’s not up to him to decide that he didn’t. 

“I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to, babe,” he murmurs, swiping a tense hand through his hair and then gesticulating wildly with it. “I was just being a dick, you know? I’ve been super stressed all day and—”

“Don’t apologize. I was being annoying.”

Steve blinks at you with wide, wet eyes — like you’ve hurt him by talking so cruelly about yourself. 

“Baby, no. No,” he urges, ducking down to meet your gaze when you look away from him. “I’m just an idiot, okay? I put off inventory until the last second, and Keith’s been on my ass all day about it, and I just— I took that out on you, and that’s not fair, and I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, pursing your bitten lips to the side and twisting the long ear of the bunny between your fingers. “It’s not your fault, Steve…” you murmur, almost inaudibly.

He scoffs. It sounds like a bitter laugh. “Well, actually, it kinda is.”

“I just… I don’t really understand what’s going on sometimes. Or, like, a lot of the time,” you admit with a distracted gaze, eyes flitting everywhere but to the boy beside you. You’re too ashamed to look at him now. “And it’s harder for me to know when I’m talking too much, you know? Or if I’m being super annoying.”

“I know…” Steve nods, trying his best to be sympathetic of you. He loves how soft you are — too much to understand you completely. He loves how gently you treat the rest of the world, how unusually giddy you get in your gentleness. 

You swallow through a tightening throat and shrug to pretend your world doesn’t feel like it’s crumbling around you. “And I don’t care about annoying other people— well, I do, but it’s different with you, you know? Other people can’t break up with me for being too much.”

“The idiot that told you you were too much had exactly zero personality,” Steve tells you, mostly because he means it but also to see you smile. 

You do, just barely. A grin so soft only someone deathly in love with you could see. 

“You’re never annoying me, okay? Ever. I love hearing you talk. I love having you around.”

“Yeah?” you ask him, blinking back burning tears.

“Hell yeah! You’re, like, the best part of my day! The only good part of my day, now that I think about it.”

Biting back a grin, you tease, “Well, what about Robin?”

“Robin made me late today, so we’re kinda not friends right now.”

“That’s mean,” you scold despite the growing smile on your face.

Steve shrugs. “We’ll make up before I clock out. No big deal.”

You go suddenly shy, smiling sheepish and tilting your chin to your chest to peek at him through your lashes. “Are we gonna make up before you clock out?” you wonder quietly.

“Only if you’re willing to forgive me for being an insufferable douchebag,” Steve answers, only half-joking. He very seldomly feels worthy of your softness.

You look at him with it, anyway. 

Full on beaming now, you reach across the short distance to wrap him in a firm embrace. The position is only slightly awkward. Sitting side by side with your asses on the hard carpet, your arms wound tightly around his neck — a bit like a snake smothering its prey. 

Steve feels grateful to be held so ardently. 

His nose smushes into your neck. The sweet scent of your perfume entwines with the warm scent of your sweater. He smiles into your shoulder when it makes you giggle. You pull back from him then, just to steal a quick peck a moment later. Your lips smack audibly against his grin.

“Can we make out before you clock out?” you lilt with a shy smirk.

“…That is the single best idea I’ve heard all day.”

Your giggle fills the empty store when Steve rises suddenly and pulls you with him. He leads you toward the back, tugging you by the hand down the short corridor and rambling all the way. “Keith left for the day, so his office is empty, which means it’s fair game—”

“I am not making out with you in Keith’s office!”

“But his desk chair is crazy comfortable, and also, he’s a dick, so… who cares?”

[suengmi]

ot8 skz prompt!

you cry when they barely raised their voice at you (but not in a too angsty way, they were just playing around w you) and they comfort you

also HAPPY LATE BDAY 🎉 (im gonna rob you for all ur seungmin and jisung pcs)

hehe thank you anon!! i went to see moulin rouge live and just had a kpop trade day/night with my bestie i was like "i'll swap u any of these two lee knows... for that mingi"

BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE MY SEUNGMIN ONES I'LL FIGHT YOU BARK i got like 26 different seungmin ones with 11 doubles... it's not enough, funnily bangchan is actually my ult in skz alkjsdlaksjd leave me alone seungmin got me WHIPPED

ANYWAYS!! warnings under the cut, i added pics for comedic effect. idk why my writing always goes humour, anyways i worked v hard on this!! and as always,i messed around with the prompt a did a few hurt!skz/you raising your voice at them hehe enjoy!!!

in alphabetical order

all non idol!au, all gn!, as always kinda proofread and lapslock

you're laying on the couch, nose stuffy and filled with tissues. you were always sensitive when you were sick, your head feeling like it's spinning and your body betraying you anytime you tried to stand up. chan was always a caregiver, he loved taking care of the people he adored. not one day went by where he didn't ask if you needed help or needed anything, you could always reassure him that his presence was enough, much to his scoffing.

☆⌒ヽ bangchan

warnings/other: living together, established relationship

you needed help to go to the shower, the steam would probably help. plus, you hadn't showered in two days due to how sick you were.

"babe?" you called out, voice weak.

"baabe?" you squeaked once again, trying to lift yourself from the couch. "baaaaabe?" and nothing, but you can hear him tip toeing around somewhere, the clunking sound of a bottle hitting the bathroom floor.

"babe!" you half yell, still trying to push your self from the couch.

chan rounds the corner, eyes frowning as he taps on the side of his headphone, "what?!" he screams at you, eyes scrunching and brows furrowed.

you burst into tears, suddenly feeling like you're in trouble for wanting help. "i'm sorry, i didn't know you were busy." you can barely speak, voice raspy and quiet.

"what?" he speaks again, pulling his headphones to rest on the back of his neck. this time his voice more gentle. he sees the tears forming in your eyes and immediately comes to your side. "what's wrong?"

"don't yell at me." you say through tears, hands coming to rub your eyes.

"shit," he curses, rubbing the sides of your arms, "sorry, i had my head phones on, i was running you a bath."

"oh," you sob, still letting yourself cry your hands dropping to your lap, "i thought you were angry at me."

"oh my god," he says pushing your messy hair out of your eyes while wiping the last of your tears. he sighs, "i just couldn't hear you silly."

"i've run you a bath, do you wanna have one together?" he stops and gives you a sniff, "you need one."

you frown, using the last of your strength to push him away, but it fails. "yes please..."

--

you're balls deep in your game, you've never been so focused on a game in your life. it's the final battle fight of the last of us 2, you wipe away tears at the scene before you folding out, feeling conflicted as the characters fight in the water.

☆⌒ヽ felix

warnings/other: living together, established relationship, cussing

"ahh!" you yell a bit too loud as you feels more tears form, "this is fucked up, fuck you both, fuck off this is so unfair."

"what did you say to me?" felix says, turning from his pc to look at you. "did you just tell me to fuck off?"

"what?" you turn to felix, eyes back darting back to the screen for a moment, still in the middle of the battle.

"what the hell? why did you tell me to fuck off?" felix says as he scrunches his nose, clearly upset and confused. "what the fuck?"

"no! oh my god, no." you scrambled to pause the game, getting to your feet to stand by felix, "no, no, i was talking to the game!"

"you lyin'?"

you roll your eyes, "why would i say that to you? ellie is fighting abby, and i'm telling them both to fuck off, not you!"

"oh," he says, pleasantly surprised, "valid then."

you press a gentle kiss to his forehead, he looks up at you still kinda upset. "baby, if i were to ever tell you to fuck off it'd be because you ate the last of the bread."

he smiles, eyes crinkling into moons, "oh that's true."

"you wanna watch?"

he scoffs, "god no, i already cried at that a month ago. hell no."

--

"get back here!" changbin screams, running across the field to catch you.

☆⌒ヽ changbin (LMAO THE PIC)

warnings/other: new relationship, play fighting

"no, no!" you yell back, a grin on your lips, you dart around the edge of the tree, seemingly hidden (well, you think at least.)

dating changbin had been a whirlwind, he was kind, funny, silly in the best ways and so cared for you like no one had. it had only been a month, but you were so damn in love with him, even though you were still getting to know him. everyday you were excited to find out more about him, it was never enough.

there's a silence in the air, your eyes dart around the edge of the tree. after a moment or two, a voice screams suddenly, "got you!"

"ah!" you scream, feeling hands aggressively wrap themselves around your waist. you had always been a scaredy-cat, any loud sound would startle you and send you into a frightened mess.

"all mine!" he said as he pulled you to the ground, arms still wrapped around your waist.

you feel trapped, his large arms wrapping around you. you can feel the anxiety in your chest, flight taking it's hold over freeze.

"changbin! that really scared me!" you cry out, but he's relentless.

"too bad, i win!" he chuckles loudly, pushing you to lay on your back, his muscles bulging as he pins you there. he slowly loses his smile when he meets your upset scowl, mouth turned down at the sides.

"baby, no-" he says searching your face, "i'm so sorry, was that too much?"

"yes," you say in a low tone, wrapping your arms around his neck. "i get startled easily,"

"i didn't know, i'm sorry." he apologises again, lifting you up to deepen the hug. you melt into his frame, enjoying being engulfed by your boyfriend, though pocket sized, he seemed much bigger than you in moments like this.

this is your chance to get him back, you smile into his neck before pressing a sharp bite down on his collarbone.

"hey!"

--

usually, hyunjin was the patient one.

☆⌒ヽ hyunjin

warnings/other: living together, established relationship

he would always happy to wait for you when you were getting ready, always be okay with you needed to run back inside and pee because you would probably forget and always, he would always wait for you to tell him what you wanted or how you felt, never pushy once.

you were upset, getting fired from your job. it wasn't your fault, just the reality of the job market right now. 'no more funds.' they had said. you were floundering., wallowing in self pity (and rightfully so.)

when hyunjin arrives home, it's ten oclock at night. you're sitting on the couch, balled in a blanket. the lights are off, black smoke seeming to surround your nest of pillows, the only light on your face was from the tv.

"hey beautiful-" hyunjin says cheerily before being met with your tired eyes, black rings around the bottom. "what's wrong?

"nothing." you scoff, hiding more of yourself.

"babe-" he says softly, kicking his shoes off and dropping his bag. he comes to your side immediately, hands rubbing up and down your side. you say nothing, shifting away from his touch.

he sighs, "you wanna tell me what's wrong?" he seems tired.

"no." you say lowly, turning up the tv volume.

"are you... sure?"

you say nothing as you kick him with your foot, still wallowing and watching the tv.

"fine, be like that." he scowls, voice slightly raised as he shakes his head. he shuffles to the kitchen counter, gripping the soda left on the bench top. he takes a sip, looking back at you, clearly annoyed. "i'm not in the mood."

hyunjin was never one to raise his voice, never had he done that to you. he patience seemed to have be worn thin this time.

"no i didn't-" you sigh, trying to gather your words.

'i have bad days too you know, it's not just you."

you sit up, blanket falling down the back of you. he's right, he's always right. "that was not cool, i'm sorry."

you look over him with sad eyes. he's now leaning over the counter, hands digging into his scalp.

you get up from the couch, readjusting the blanket over yourself as you shuffle to his side. you bump your head into his shoulder, looking up at him with wide eyes. "i love you."

"i love you too," he sighs, leaning his head on yours.

you sit like that for a moment before he speaks. "i got fired."

"no way same."

you both look at each and laugh in disbelief, how on earth did this happen?

--

jeongin was so cute, so damn cute. he reminded you of how cute he was every time he did, well, basically anything. but sometimes, he was really secretive. you didn't know why, until you had come to his house the first time. you hadn't been together long, but you were over joyed when he invited you over for dinner.

☆⌒ヽ jeongin

warnings/other: fresh relationship, not smutty but heavy descriptions and mentions of hentai lmao, pg i guess

"bone app the teeth!" he chimed, placing down the bolognaise he had made. it looked and smelled delicious, and you loved the cute frog bowls he had put them in. it made him that much cuter.

"eee! it looks so yummy." you squealed, "wait gotta pee."

"okay, down the hall to the left" he said plopping himself down, proud of his masterpiece. he sat up, making sure to clarify. "oh not the second door, the first one!"

you didn't hear the last part as hurriedly made your way down the hall. you looked at two doors, two seemingly the same. 'i think he said the second?'

you open the door in a hurry, being met with a large pillow of an anime woman, giant boobs out and her legs parting in display. you just stand there in shock, taking in the sight before you.

"helloooo." you said curiously, stepping into the bedroom. on the light stand there was a figurine. her boobs were seemingly wet, the short skirt she had lifted up behind her, thong busting out. a few more adornments, mostly lewd plastered the room.

"babe?" he called out as he walked down the hall. his eyes met with your curious ones, a smirk slapped across your face.

"babe!" he yelled, pulling you back by your arms. "i said first door! why didn't you listen!?"

"ow!" you said in surprise, feeling a lump of guilt building in your throat. he had never yelled at you before and it scared you. "i'm sorry i didn't hear you."

he sighed shaking his head, "i told you not to go in my room!"

"stop yelling at me..." you mumbled, wincing away from him.

quickly he pulled you out of his room, accidentally slamming the door behind him, it made you jump.

"jeongin-" you started but the lump in your throat grow. "i just got the wrong door, don't yell at me."

you stood in silence for a moment before he spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck, an unsure grin on his face, "i just didn't want you to see yet, i'm sorry i yelled."

you turn back to him, eyes tracing his face. he'd been caught. "theeee hentai?" you smirked, standing on your tippy toes.

jeogin's face burnt red, ears tingling with embarrassment. he scrambled to say something, but nothing came out. just splutters of words.

you laugh, "do you seriously think i'd be upset about that?"

"i don't know..." he says under his breath, looking everywhere but you.

"hm," you ponder, finger on your chin, "i don't know how i'd look in a thong, i might not have the ass for it."

jeongin looks like he's going to burst, his expression surprised and embarrassed by your words.

you sigh, taking his hand in yours, "it's fine but don't ever yell at me again, okay?"

"okay..." he says looking to the ground, feeling stupidly sorry for his actions.

"besides," you begin, smiling at him, "maybe you'd look better in a skirt and thong."

--

"wake up!" is all you hear as you jolt upwards, your forehead sweaty and breath heavy coming from your chest.

☆⌒ヽ jisung

warnings/other: living together, established relationship, mentions of nightmares and knives (not bad i promise lol)

you had a nightmare, which didn't happen often. the dreams you usually had were just an information dump of your day mixed in with people you had thought about, but this felt real, the feeling of fright still tingling in your body.

you look over at jisung, his eyes sleepy but still looking at yours.

"hey, you okay?" he speaks, voice raspy.

"no!" you yelp, busting into tears, still feeling shaken by your nightmare. "you were following me, telling me you were going to kill me! why were you yelling?"

"what?" jisung says in a confused tone, hand coming to your shoulder to stable himself.

you shrug his hand off, "you were going to kill me, why would you do that?"

"what are you talking about?" he mumbles, sitting half upward.

"in my dream," you begin by taking a deep breath, "you were chasing me with a knife, it was so scary."

"i'm... sorry?" he says, still so confused, "i didn't mean to?"

"oh," you breath out, tears slowly stopping. "i still cant believe you'd do that. i'm... damn."

"i'm sorry i tried to kill you in your dream. it was wrong of me...?" he mumbles again, eyes trying to find sleep.

"yeah, yeah it was." you breathe out, "don't do that again."

"okay... i won't." he sleepily sighs, his body falling back to the pillow. "i can't believe... i did that, what a ...dog act from me. asshole."

"absolute dog act, you dick." you finish before you feel your body laying back, waiting for sleep to capture you.

"so wrong of me, i'm such an idiot." he mutters, his lips pressing against the pillow, already falling asleep.

--

you scoff, eyes slowly closing your tiredness overtaking you. "damn right."

aussie slang: dog act if you don't know lol

"c'mon, just let me see." you yell through the crack of his changing room, attention turning from your phone. "i'm sure it's fine."

☆⌒ヽ lee know

warnings/other: close friends who like each other, uh lee know half naked??? spicy lee know, play fighting

"it's not." he says from the change room. you can hear his sighs through the curtain, frustration in them whenever he tries on another piece.

"do you need help?" you start, sliding yourself to the other side of the bench in front of the changing room.

"no!" he fumbles, dropping another item.

you sigh, hand slipping to grab onto the curtain, "i'm coming in!"

"no-!"

you're instantly met with his crotch, boxers tight across his hips, and you can see that. yes, the outline of that. your brows raise, certainly surprised with the view in front of you. his boxers had the kittens on them, cute little kittens of all colours and a pink background. you loved it, you can't deny.

"uh..." you start, not knowing what to do. you'd liked lee know for a while, so you can't say you're entirely horrified. you slowly raise your eyes to his, confusion and annoyance on his face.

you just sit there, his eyes burning into yours, just both staring at each other before he pushes on your face, leading you to fall back off of the bench. "don't do that!"

"ack!" you fall back yelping back hitting the ground with a thud, "i'm sorry i just wanted to help!"

he raises his voice slightly, anger present in his tone, "yeah, well i'm fucking naked!"

you feel bad, you've pushed a boundary and you didn't even realise you had been edging on it. "i'm sorry." you choke out, feeling bad for invading his privacy. you were close but not that close, yet.

you just lay there, ashamed of yourself for what you did, not thinking about his boundaries. after a minute he comes out, you're still laying on the ground in defeat.

he purses his lips in anger as he grabs the side of your ear, wrenching it towards him.

"ah shit!" you screech, laughter behind your words, "i'm sorry! aha i'm sorry! stop it!"

"you done?" he says through his teeth, still pulling on your ear.

"haha yes! it tickles and hurts!" you giggle, mouthing ouch a few times. he gives you a final tug before he finally let's go of your ear.

you get to your feet, rubbing the side of your ear. you both walk in silence before he halts you, eyes glaring into your own.

"if you wanna see me naked just say so, at least i can put better boxers on."

it was your turn to go red in the face, but you smirk instead, hiding your face, "i like those ones."

"really?" he questions, pondering your words, but seems impatient in his tone. "i'll wear em for you this weekend then, you staying over or not?"

you nod hurriedly, instantly agreeing to his plans.

"aw," he stops, clearly enjoying your agreeance and the new realm of flirting with you, "cat got your tongue?

you smack him on the arm, "stop!"

--

"do these look good?" seungmin asks, raising the brown frames to his face. no, no they don't. they absoutely don't. you try to hold in a laugh, your hand coming to your mouth.

☆⌒ヽ seungmin lalsdjka that pic always gets me

warnings/other: established relationship, seungmin thinks he's funny

"umm... maybe?"

he sighs, raising them a bit. "how about now?"

"uh," you begin, trying to hold in your laugh, "sure?"

passive aggressively he throws them back on the rack, turning on his heel to walk to the next section. you follow behind him, you can sense he's getting frustrated trying to find the right sunglasses. his vision wasn't the best without his glasses, so he needed your help trying them on. no contacts in today.

"hmm," he ponders, picking up anther pair. they're so ugly, rectangle and frames way too dark. no one would suit them, that's probably why they're on sale.

"um... maybe?"

"you already said that!" he says, frustration in his voice. "if you're not going to help, just leave."

you feel kind of hurt at his tone, but continue to follow behind him. you can't help but feel the anxiety in your chest, he wanted your advice but never listened anyways so you thought it best to be quiet.

suddenly he turns to look at you, feeling the awkward tension he's created. he throws his hands in the air. "what?!"

"hey don't yell," you start, wincing a bit at his words, "i just don't think those suited you..."

he takes the sight of you in, realising he's upset you, "shit- i'm sorry baby, i'm just annoyed i can't find a good pair. this is so hard."

you grab his hands and bring them to your chest, your eyes looking up at him, "thank you for apologising, you don't gotta be so mean."

he bends down to press a kiss on your lips, it's gentle with apology laced in it. he takes in a sharp breath before leaning back, "okay, which ones?"

"circle, definitely."

he turns to face the other section, hand gently melding to yours. the pair he picks up are just as ugly as the others.

"no," you begin interrupting him. you let go of his hand and pick up a dark circle frame pair of simple sunglasses, "these one's."

"really?" he questions, brows raised.

"just try them."

he sighs, bringing the frames to sit on his ears. "yes or no?"

"oh definitely, these are the ones. you gotta trust me."

he pouts and rolls his eyes, "oookay."

--

a/n: i had so much fun writing this!!!! hope you enjoy!!!!

<33

[lemonsprite]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Why he look at me like that…

Summary: you find that prime sticker ambush time is when Ghost is fast asleep on top of you :]

Word count: idk rn I gotta wait till I can get on my computer 😭

Warnings: N/A ^^

A/N: GOD I LOVE DOMESTIC GHOST EXPECT SO SO SO MUCH FLUFF 😭😭😭

Simon was currently motionless on your lap, his balaclava riding up slightly on his face due to his deep sleep.

If you weren’t able to see the slow rise and fall of his chest you’d almost believe that he was dead.

You’d been reorganizing your giant sticker collection when Ghost had come trudging into your shared bedroom, collapsing wordlessly on top of you and immediately falling asleep without so much as a ‘hello’. It was almost humorous, with the fact he still had most of his military gear on, not even bothering to take it off before coming home.

Simon looked so peaceful, snuggled up against you like that. You glanced at your sticker collection, laying forgotten to the side. A mischievous thought crossed your mind… he’d look even better with stickers covering the entire expanse of his balaclava.

Multiple packs of ‘Hello Kitty’, ‘My Little Pony’, and ‘Care Bear’ stickers later, Simon finally began to stir below you, his mask now beautifully bedazzled with glittery stickers of your choosing.

“Oh fucking hell…” he muttered groggily, his gaze moving from the mirror on the other side of your bedroom to the empty sticker packets scattered around the bed as he picked at a particularly colourful apple Jack sticker stuck to his cheek.

“You Look Great.” You smiled happily, forcibly grabbing his face to plant a delicate kiss against his clothed jaw.

“I look like a fucking baby.” Simon growled, turning away from your hands, attempting in vain to hide the humiliating red flush that began to spread from the tips of his ears to his collar bone, hoping you wouldn’t notice how smitten he was with your words.

“Where on Earth did you even get this many stickers?” He asked with a frown.

“I thought you’d like them…” you dramatically pouted, leaning forward so that Ghost would have no choice but to look at you. “I have a whole binder full of stickers and I used the best from my collection…”

“Your best or your worst?” Ghost asked dryly, unable to hide the little smirk that tugged at his lips once he looked down at you. His gaze traveled from your eyes to your slight pout, oh how he wished to kiss you right now…

Ghost resisted the temptation and instead tried to get the damn stickers off his mask.

“Do you not love me?” You continued to push, swooning dramatically on to the bed so that you were practically on top of Ghost. “Do you not appreciate my stickers…?”

Ghost sighed, knowing he was loosing this battle as one of his hands instinctively began to run through your hair. The other he put to good use, finally pulling off one of your stickers and placing it delicately on your forehead. He smirked watching your pout turn into an expression of utter horror at his betrayal.

You squirmed on top of Ghosts lap, rolling closer to his chest as you groaned into his shirt.

“Stop it! Those are for you!”

“Ah what’s wrong?” He smiled teasingly. “Don’t enjoy getting stickers plastered all over ya’?”

He picked another sticker off of his mask- a sparkly butterfly, the same color as your eyes- placing it on your nose. “Look at you… so beautiful…”

“Stooooooop!” You pouted, the vowel drawing out. You grabbed at Ghosts hands in faux retaliation, attempting to stop him from removing anymore stickers.

Ghosts smirk morphed into a smile at the sound of your frustrated pleading.

He picked up another sticker- a generation three Cherilee- and stuck it underneath you right eye, his thumb delicately tracing the sensitive skin. “There.” He chuckled playfully, tugging at your cheek. “How does that look?”

“These are supposed to be on your mask!” You frowned, sitting up as you crossed your arms in frustration. “Keep this up and I might just have to ignore you for the rest of the night!”

“Oh ho ho~” laughed Ghost, this eyes crinkling at the corners indicating he was smiling beneath his mask. “What are you gonna do? Not hug me? Not kiss me? I’d love to see you try…”

“Fine.” You smirked mischievously. “I won’t kiss you, this is what you get for taking my precious stickers for granted.”

Ghosts eyes widened in mock shock.

“Oh what will I ever do without your lovely kisses!” He pouted sarcastically, playing into your little act before pantomiming a melodramatic collapse on to the bed.

You took advantage of Ghost’s position, crawling on top of him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“ maybe if you stopped pulling off my beautiful stickers I’ll give you a tincy tiny kiss.” You purred, lifting your chin to place your head on Ghost’s chest, staring lovingly up at him.

Ghost chuckled at your words, lifting his arm to take off his mask, revealing his disheveled blond hair. He brought a hand up to your head, delicately tracing your features as he hummed in contentment.

“Deal.” He sighed happily, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Simon.” You smiled against him.

You guys should request something for me to write…….. ooooo you wanna make a request so bad oooooooo

[sundragon]

The chatter about "reclaiming p-shift" or whatever the hell just makes me shake my head! It's just weird. There's nothing good about that label, it's not redeemable, and it wasn't ours to begin with?

I'm transspecies, as in I'm going to be physically modifying my body to be More Lion until I'm dead. My body is a lion's body the same way it's a man's body. It is only "human" in the sense that it shares genetic patterns with other bodies like it, and those don't mean anything to me as a person unless I engage with them.

Some people would uncharitably call my body map a delusion. When I'm not feeling dragony, I'm just a big awkward anthro lion getting through the world here. My phantom body overlay is so tactile to me, so sensitive and "visible" that I'm still mildly upset other people don't see it the way I do. It's ridiculous! Just look at me! But rationally... I know why that is, and that there's a disconnect in what my brain tells me is there vs what is tangibly there. Regardless of one's comfort level, at the end of the day we have to agree that there is a common detectable reality that we all appear to live in. None of us live in a reality that has human bodies morphing into non-human bodies, and we won't get anywhere until such a basic fact of life can be mutually understood outside of personal feelings. Those feelings can be really fucking powerful, but still irrelevant.

If I were to insist that I was physically transforming into a Real Life Simba every time, I'd sound off my fucking rocker. Not that there'd be anything morally wrong with that, but I'm saying all this to give context to just how dumb the whole idea is. Why would I, a physically not human person, "reclaim" a word that is literally by, for, and about people who are pretending to be shapeshifters online for clout? Who call people like me fakers and wannabes? Other people having clinical zoanthropy has nothing to do with them, and trying to repurpose the word for the former doesn't somehow make it make sense. That'd be like if I decided to start calling myself a Christian, because I like the word for some vague reason that only makes sense to me internally, even though I'm an atheist and do not share the core belief that Christians do. I can think the aesthetic is neat, but it doesn't make me one.

We're not actually physically shape-shifting, that's the point. Our brains are just doing weird shit (which is cool enough on it's own, like... can we talk about how interesting this is?), and some have it in a way that is genuinely scary or otherwise upsetting enough to be categorized as a disorder. You can cope with and be in your headspace and deal with it in whatever way you need to, but this ain't it. It's just not it. idk how else to articulate this. P-shifters aren't here for me or you or anyone but themselves and their weird little cliques giving them attention.

[chim-chim1310]

quite a sensitive topic. please ignore it if you want, I know it's really hard to talk about.

who do you think among bts members can be jealous of jimin and why? I do believe that deep in their hearts they are all brothers but still... they are celebrities and all of them are ambitious (one way or another). so competition is not only possible but rather real.

so if you have any thoughts on the question, pls share.

thank you!

See I've said this before that jealousy because of music and charts is very much human. Just because they're friends don't mean they will like someone else achieving what they wanted to so badly.

When you're ambitious and when you're in a competition jealousy is a very common thing. Doesn't matter if it's your friends or siblings.

But for your answer what I think is....

Rm was definitely jealous during face era. But it was mostly because of charts. Overall I don't think he's jealous of jimin because of anything else.

Tae.... I feel like not only since face era he does seem jealous from jimin sometimes. It's just the feeling that i get sometimes. But i might be wrong.

I don't remember clearly but there was this one time when tae said something like jimin loves attention but that was not his exact words. The wording was bad it sounded like he was calling jimin an attention seeker. Idk....that was such a low comment and usually these comments comes mostly from jealousy.

But again I could be wrong. You can correct me if you want. But I do sometimes get the feeling.

Jin, hobi are not jealous of jimin at all.

Yoongi...... Now that's a bit complicated. Idk about him honestly.

Jungkook is not jealous of jimin. But he just seems obsessed with copying jimin in a way. Like it's very small things, like gestures, words, and now seven concept photos was a bit too much. So yeah..... Maybe beacause he looks up to jimin, or it could be inspiration. You know when you focus on one person and idealize the hell out of them, copying everything they do or say and because you think they're cool. Such things happen a lot. So it could be that but I don't know anymore. I'm not sure.

What I haven't seen is jk being jealous of jimin. Yeah I do think he wanted to get that #1 after seeing that jimin got it but honestly I didn't see that as jealousy.

That's just my opinions. People are free to disagree. But I'm just telling you things from my perception.

[deepspacedukat]

I never expected you to complain about having three (3) Vreenak’s at once! 🤣

Anyways more shower thoughts: Andorian erotic fiction now has a new book and it’s a bestseller (think Vulcan Love Slave) but it’s about a human and some Andorians and the human is really into antennae stimulation. Just picture blowjobs/handjobs but on antennae (but much softer because they’re so sensitive)!!! Unfortunately the book was written by someone who has clearly never seen a human naked much less had sex with them. This has led to some confusion among Andorians everywhere. But it does mean that the film adaption is really weird and doesn’t actually have a human in it. At all. Idk why it just doesn’t.

For the this human is weird thing you mentioned: Andorian who works at the embassy (which one you can pick) is attempting to teach a ‘human’ how to fight but their best favorite blade breaks is rusted. Now they’re very embarrassed because IT WAS FINE THIS MORNING and they go drown their sorrows in some ale. Meanwhile the ‘human’ is very much over here like, dude I told you I knew how to fight, this is your fault for bringing a knife to a siren spar session but telepathically to all of their friends at the embassy. Andorian guards(wo)men everywhere collecting weird events like a Reddit conspiracy page. Except it’s just about ‘weird human things’. They get updates like ‘So we got married last week and they got me a new blade that held an edge after being shoved into concrete, I love my human.’ And ‘It turns out Andorians are allergic to the nightshade family of plants and the human was trying to keep my throat from closing before the doctor came.’ The most controversial post is the one where they talk about having a broken leg healed in two hours when the last time they broke one it took 6 weeks to heal. Humans aren’t that good at being doctors now are they?

-Horta-in-Charge

Oh, believe me, I’m not complaining. I’m just confused about how the hell that gif and comment managed to multiply themselves??? Like?? I was scrolling back to find a different post and suddenly three (3) Vreenaks. Omg imagine being in a room with three (3) Vreenaks though... 👀

OOOOOOH, I love the sound of that book. Worship those Andorians, bb! 💙 And tbh it’s fine if they get humans wrong. As long as the blue peeps get some good antenna worship, I’m fine with it! ✨

Y E S, I love the sound of that! The legend of the extraordinary human feats gather slowly until Andorians are like “What...What even are humans???”

[buckaroundandfindout]

always see posts criticizing the therapy scenes in FATWS and like

I ain't sayin' y'all are wrong, absolutely tf not, but hear me out—

have you ever had therapy WITH someone who absolutely did not want to be there, was uncooperative, and did not give one whit about the homework the therapist asked them to do?

I'm not claiming Raynor is a good example of a therapist whatsoever, but Bucky's attitude towards it lives in the realm of believable for me, as someone who was a firsthand witness to when therapy was like pulling teeth, with someone who didn't even want to be there in the first place, let alone gave a flying fuck about what the therapist was saying.

I think that's the key, folks say it's a bad depiction for anyone who ever intends to go— i read the whole thing as bucky once again forced to do something he doesn't wanna do: therapy edition

and so it makes me wonder, what does a therapist do for someone who is literally forced/mandated to be there, and is Uncooperative™ and kind of antagonistic about it??? again, not really cutting raynor or the writing team slack necessarily, but I don't know what it looks like to have, essentially, two unwilling parties doing something they do not want to be doing at the behest of the state… and have that look like some semblance of mental health help? that this character can still grow from (or in spite of) by the end of the story

does it look like what we got? is there someone who has experienced that, that can weigh in? are there therapists on Tumblr who work with people who do not want therapy but MUST go anyway? idk, man.

it sounds like that situation would be problematic, at best. which… I mean. what we got seems problematic. was that a bad creative decision in the first place? maybe. but because something we witness is problematic doesn't exactly mean its bad writing, nor does it mean that there's some nefarious or ignorant nonsense going on behind the scenes

all I can say is there isn't a single universal experience for trauma & recovery, so maybe we fucking hate it but consider that it's possible that it's not exactly incorrect.

fwiw the bit I felt in my soul is the sam/buck part where bucky is like "if he's wrong about you, then he's wrong about me". that cut deep, real af. I can explain how that specific issue is Fucking Accurate six ways to Sunday, but the rest of it? no clue. can't help ya. I'm grossly unqualified to have an opinion, bc I went to therapy because I wanted to. so I can't relate to either of 'em and I ain't gonna throw stones

also kindly remember that Marvel is not a person, it feels no responsibility, it's a corporation egregiously protected in this country in ways that real humans with feelings are not. it's like, a meeting of a zillion people on fucking zoom who have to agree on a creative direction, and argue their points to another entire team who exclusively want to talk in terms of dollar signs because that is how they get paid, who also need to agree. no one ever agrees. please be nice to creative professionals bc there's at least one person who raised their hand to bring up your point & they likely got shot down or talked over and is likely being grossly underpaid (see: strike) and they don't deserve your ire

block me to hell if you must, but I think its naive to assume that the hundreds of people who touched the show were all collectively either willfully ignorant or maliciously negligent about how sensitive those scenes were gonna be.

bucky does deserve the best, tho, and I hope he gets it

[jankwashere]

while i’m at it, here’s a few other fun things adults have told me one thing and then another when i actually took them at their word:

- all my life my parents told me that it’s what’s on the inside that counts. so when i finally got control over how i presented myself, i only took my needs into consideration with that. nowadays my parents commonly make comments that amount to “wish you’d make yourself presentable” and “your hair looks horrific” (my long hair is one of the few things i like about myself so that one hurts a bit) and “so and so says you need a haircut” remember when you told me i shouldn’t place too much importance on appearance?

- ok this one’s gonna sound crazy but finding out about santa claus being made up was a massive mood killer. like you guys never lied to me before and you kept the thing going for like 2 more years when i started expressing doubts until i finally just looked it up online. then when i had the conversation they just kinda gave me that awkward smile and said “who do you *really* think bought you those presents?” like you lied about the whole thing and when i asked why they smiled again and told me “it’s just so cute when you all believed” and that’s always rubbed me the wrong way lmao. i essentially found out they fed me such an obvious lie for nothing more than their own pleasure and entertainment. i know that’s the least charitable interpretation but that’s what it felt like to 9-year-old me. i think the killer is if you talk about this to anyone else you’re too sensitive and are overreacting. yeah i am but i can’t help it.

- uh what else. i’d say the flip-flopping between “when someone won’t leave you alone, stand up for yourself” and “be the bigger person (i’m busy/don’t want to deal with this just give in)” left me confused. pretty much sent the message that my sister could just demand things from me and bully me into doing whatever she wanted and she could get away with it if my parents couldn’t be bothered. again, i bring this up and it’s just “d’aww, sibling rivalry” but she’d later go on to tell me i “tore our family apart” on multiple occasions because my emotional regulation problem and mental issues could no longer be contained and i was institutionalized for it. just friendly sibling rivalry i guess.

- my parents always told me i should express my feelings to others but after i was institutionalized they were like “don’t do that anymore.” don’t want to get too much into that one.

idk why my stupid brain is like this. i’ve been tested before and there wasn’t enough evidence to label me as autistic (tbf i was testing for adhd, don’t have that either). been looking at potentially getting reevaluated since it’s been years and damn i’ve been lurking the autism tags and nearly everything tracks with my life experience. i don’t even know what i’d do if i was diagnosed i guess it’d be relieving but i’d say if i am autistic i can at least hide it in public. really i feel as though if i was diagnosed, i could look back at my past and all the people i put through hell and forgive myself a bit

[scatteredcloud]

If you like it idc but I hate “”front hole”” as a term. Don’t let doctors or other people think that’s a good thing to call it. I had a nurse refer to my “frontal orifice which. Girl just say vagina it’s ok. Front hole is so…. I don’t want to say inhuman because that’s not quite what I mean but it’s somehow more clinical than the medical terminology. It feels like how aliens would try and distinguish human parts. it feels like it should be derogatory. if you don’t like “cunt” “pussy” I can totally understand that because of their connotations. But if in a clinical setting or conversation you can’t handle “vagina”…. Idk. At that point it seems like a you problem. Is it awkward to say “the vaginal canal often shrinks with HRT” yeah sure. But if I say “your front hole may shrink after starting hrt” that isn’t really any less awkward and is less clear what you’re talking about.

If you must, just say hole and it will almost certainly be clear through context which one you’re talking about. Yes it is a hole. Indeed. The body has them. You may need to distinguish between them specifically - but we already have words for that. Anus and vagina. Or ass and pussy, if that suits you better. But front hole and back hole? What about oral huh? is your mouth, your top hole? Third hole? I just don’t like defining anatomy that way.

In a sexual context it should be pretty clear what is going in what hole. “Hey I’m anal only” vs “I don’t let people use my front hole”. “Be careful my front hole is really sensitive” vs “Please be careful when you’re fingering me” You know what I mean? Front hole is a turn off. To me. You don’t need to say vag or pussy or cunt or whatever out loud if it bothers you so much. Reword your sentence if it’s that big of a deal. And yes I know you can finger ass like obvi but again. Context.

How is the dysphoria aware option more clinical than just calling it the medical word for it. Oh no that’s not my labia those are my side flaps. It’s a little bit ridiculous right? People will say “pee hole” about urethras which I still think is silly. But because sounding isn’t a mainstream sexual activity we don’t really have specific slang for it so whatever. Urethra is not a particularly sexy word fine. But front hole?? Unneeded. Unnecessary. Imo.

I’ve also heard people say boyhole which. I’m ambivalent about. If the goal is clarity many many cis gay bottoms also have boyhole. Nothing wrong with that, but could mean a completely different kind of sex in the context of another type of guy.

Transfems have girldick and not everyone likes using it which is fair! but at least it acknowledges the identity of the person attached to it. “Built in strap” is obviously a euphemism but it’s a hell of a lot better than front hole. Front hole is where I put my trash and not my recycling. I put a front hole in this birdhouse. ‘Hole’ is so impersonal and like. Object based. So much so that in a sexual context, I most often see people refer to “hole” in degradation adjacent pornography in a like “I’m just an object to be used” sort of fantasy. Which I myself may or may not be into but in a nonsexual context? Front hole is so unserious.

Trying to talk around body parts like this gives very “oohhh i don’t want to say a Sex Word” like you’re in elementary school. It gives very “TikTok is going to censor v4g!na!!!!” If we can’t talk about our parts clearly and openly, we’re regressing. If you personally don’t like using those words for yourself, that’s fine! You are entitled to have control over the language surrounding your body. I’m ranting because front hole was used in a real life medical context and I’m ornery and a hater.

[easyboi]

okay extremely valid point, I would also be highly displeased with that outcome. (what is *wrong* with people, no part of filming and posting strangers like that is okay?? I know it happens tho 💀)

on a more pleasant note,,, sensitive throat 🥵 I'm honestly not sure if I've ever put my hand there in public, and I've done a lot lol, but it's like sex to me - very distracting, and intimate, and it *looks* like sex. would be hot to get away with it tho. usually I go for the back of the neck or forearms, to be slightly more subtle. arms can be good for a little pain, too, hold a pinch somewhere, easy to hide, and ask you to be good and look at me and take it. praise you and then do it harder instead of letting go, tilt your chin up or nudge your legs apart. step closer and do that thing with my thumb that pulls your lips open a little. I'd also like to just touch, forget you're a person for a bit and just satisfy my curiosity about what you feel like, but idk if that's too much soft/sweet contact. I can be mean about it if it helps 😏 - S

slkjfkjhst yeah it would Not be subtle but even just a stroke of fingers there is really good and would make melt instantly. that sounds hot as hell too though 🥵 pinched and rewarded with more?? yes please 🙏 it doesn't sound Too sweet, if you're just using me a little, but i'm not saying no if mean is on offer lol

[pinkandblueblurbs]

Could you please write a Remus or Sirius or James (or all 3) smut based off of this porn link

of course i can 😏 thanks to @luci-n-lyssa for reading this over twice while i was in the process of writing it!! 😚 also the reader is either naked or without underwear, which i never really described bc i thought the person in the porn was too. but i was wrong so i’m clarifying that here.

a/n: kinda hate this and feel like it’s super choppy. writing foursomes is hard idk how people do it well

word count: 3.7k

Remus Lupin x James Potter x Sirius Black x Fem!Reader. Sub James and Reader, Dom Remus and Sirius. Masturbation, vibrators, bondage, degradation, punishment, d/s dynamics, praise, handjobs, daddy kink, overstimulation, crying, bimbofication, oral sex (male receiving), dry humping, safewords are in place

“Daddy please” you whine pitifully as Remus tightens the strap on your thighs, completing the binds that hold you quite nearly motionless on his bed.

“Shut up, puppy, we don’t wanna listen to you whine.” Sirius grumbles from where he sits on his own mattress, fingers trailing up and down James’s bare side as the bespectacled boy lays with his head in Sirius’s lap. Both their gazes are trained intently on you and your helpless position.

“This is what you wanted anyway, isn’t it?” Remus muses, long fingers checking over all your binds to ensure they’re snug enough to limit your movements but not uncomfortably tight. “You wanted to use your little toy, so we’re gonna let you.”

You whimper at his reference to your earlier transgression, your cheeks heating at the reminder of the shame you’d felt when your three doms had entered your dorm to find you nude, on your bed, moaning as you pleasured yourself with your vibrating wand.

“Toss me the vibrator, Pads.” Remus orders gruffly once he deems your binds appropriate. The raven haired male picks up the device from its spot beside him on his bed and pitches it to the lycanthrope, who catches it easily in one large hand as he looks down at you sternly.

“Alright, bunny. I’m gonna turn this on, and-“

“Please don’t, I’m so sorry-“

“Fuckin’ hell, he didn’t ask for your input. How dumb are you, puppy?” Sirius interrupts your interjection, fingers gently massaging the skin of James’s scalp beneath his soft curls as the boy’s cheek rests against his thigh, his soft touch a stark contrast to his hard tone.

You whimper, looking up at Remus with a deliberate pout. To your dismay, he offers you no sympathy in response to Sirius’s cruel words.

“He’s right, angel, you know better than to interrupt me.” He reprimands cooly, making you whimper softly at the unfairness of it all, before continuing. “Now, as I was saying. I’m going to turn this on, and put it right between your pretty legs, up against your clit.”

“‘M I allowed to cum?” You question meekly, muscles flexing in your binds anxiously, unsure whether or not you’d be able to stop your sensitive body from doing so anyway.

“Course you are, babydoll” James pipes up now, voice low and smooth, clearly relaxed by Sirius’s gentle ministrations. “You’re gonna cum lots and lots for us, put on a real pretty show.” His tone is one of satisfaction, a sly grin adorning his lips, and you let out a plaintive whine.

“Lots and lots? But-“

“No buts about it, bun.” Remus cuts you off, sounding somewhat annoyed. “You’re just determined to be difficult tonight, aren’t you? Why can’t you just take your punishment like a good girl, hm?”

“Sorry” you murmur out softly, cheeks heating at his reprimand. “I’ll be good.”

“Damn right you will, or I’ll make sure you don’t sit for weeks.” You barely hear the words from Sirius as they’re muttered out between his gritted teeth from across the room. But, you manage to pick up on them, and the threat has a shock of nerves shooting through you, making you whimper pathetically in response.

Any further noises of complaint are drowned out somewhat when Remus flicks the dial on the vibrator, a trilled buzz filling the room. You try to squirm away as the lycanthrope moves to position the wand, but the attempt is made futile by the secure straps rendering you immobile.

You let out a startled gasp of pleasure as the device makes contact with your pussy, the head pressed firmly against your swollen clit and sending shockwaves of sensation through your most sensitive nerves. Remus lodges the wand securely between your clenching thighs, making sure that the quivering head remains against your button.

“There we are. How does that feel, bunny?” Remus inquires, eyes raking over your already trembling form with a nearly suppressed hunger.

“G-good” you gasp out, words more whimpered than spoken.

“Good.” He echoes, turning to pad over to the bed Sirius and James occupy and take his spot beside them, purportedly to take in the view. You whine as the toy buzzes away against you, the sensation only heightened by your subtle jerks and squirms, the straps leaving indentations on your taught limbs.

“That’s it, puppy.” Sirius says as he watches your helpless form writhe. “Just gotta lay there and look pretty for us.” You flit your gaze over to your engaged audience and are met with orbs of blue hazel and grey, the likes all but eclipsed by black in the boys’ arousal. Arousal which is apparent by the state of their crotches- James’s cock exposed, rouged and leaking, Sirius’s boxer clad groin forming an obvious tent beside James’s resting head, and Remus’s grey trousers similarly tight.

As you tremble with pleasureful shock after pleasureful shock, the hungry eyes of your doms only adding to the stimulation, you see James roll over onto his front. Cheek still resting against Sirius’s thigh, still watching you intently, he begins rocking subtly against the bed. Sirius chuckles, his touch on the boy’s scalp firming as he catches on to what the boy is doing.

“Look, Moons.” Sirius catches the male’s attention, Remus’s gaze shifting somewhat hesitantly away from you and towards James, where you catch his eyes widen slightly and a grin form on his face. “You gettin’ all worked up watchin’ our girl squirm, Prongs?” Sirius teases, hand trailing down to leave ghosted paths on the warm skin of James’s back, his muscles flexing with his movements against the mattress. The boy nods, letting out a soft whimper.

“‘S real pretty, isn’t it?” Remus muses, looking back at you to take in your quivering form once more. You moan softly, both from the sensation on your clit and the interactions of the boys before you. You watch as Sirius reaches down to the waistband of his boxers, tugging down the material and allowing his hard member to spring up and slap against his slender abdomen. James lifts his head immediately at the sound, his wide, eager eyes those of a puppy.

“Y’wanna suck me off, pretty boy?” James nods eagerly, widening Sirius’s grin with his enthusiasm. “Go ahead, then. Suck my cock while you listen to our pretty girl.”

You let out another lewd moan at the sight of James tilting his head down, mouth open to accept Sirius’s cock into it. You watch him eagerly suckle at the tip, causing Sirius’s lips to part in pleasure and a soft groan to spill from between them.

“That’s a good boy, Prongs. Such a good cock sucker.” He praises as he continues to gently rub the boys’ back, which is still rippling with motion. You flick your gaze to the lycanthrope who sits at the pair’s right and find his eyes trained similarly on James as he works. You whimper, foggy mind offended by the lack of attention, and then let out a somewhat dramatic moan in hopes of regaining the boys’ regard.

“Oh bunny” Remus croons, meeting your desperate gaze “we didn’t forget about you.”

“Such a needy girl. Can’t go one second without attention, can you?” Sirius taunts with exaggerated irritation. You whimper.

“N-no, just feels good. Go-onna cum.” The words come out stuttered by moans as you use your impending release as a cover for your attention-seeking outburst.

“Go ahead, then.” Remus allows in a tone that edges on bored, his apparent indifference fanning the billowing flames inside you. “We told you you could cum whenever you’d like.”

With that confirmation of permission- and guarantee of their attentive viewership- you allow yourself to loosen up, allow your body to rapidly ascend towards that pleasurable peak as the vibrator bombards your clit with sensation.

You let out a long, pornographic moan as rapture engulfs you, back arching off the bed as much as your leather restrictions will allow, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape. You’re pleased to hear the pair of groans your ringing ears just barely pick up, indicating Remus and Sirius’s enjoyment of the sight.

“Look, Prongs.” Sirius grunts, grabbing a fistful of the boy’s curly locks and pulling him upwards with a ‘pop’, angling his head to view your trembling form and blissed out facial features. “Look how fucking pretty she looks as she cums.”

James’s groan gets added to the mix as he watches you, and you throw your head to the side to look at the boys, stars dancing across your vision and blurring your view of their focused faces.

Then your orgasm’s over, and the onslaught of vibrations against your swollen, oversensitive clit has you crying out and bucking as much as you can.

“Daddy” you shout at the sensation as it edges on pain, turning to the lycanthrope in charge. “Stop it- ‘s too much, already came, ‘m done” you blabber, your overworked mind too fuzzy to recall that the overstimulation is the entire point.

“Hush, bunny, you’re fine.” Remus easily dismisses your anguish, reaching down to give his bulge a squeeze, relieving the tension that’s building there.

“I’m not, it hurts, daddy” you whimper out as the vibrations persist, although the twinges of pain are already starting to fade and make way for yet another build up of pleasure.

“He said you’re fuckin fine, pup.” Sirius grits out, voice tight as James’s mouth works him, the raven haired boy having coaxed the submissive back onto his cock while you’d whined to Remus. “Don’t argue. This is a punishment, remember? ‘S not about your comfort.”

“But- ohhh” your stubborn complaints are cut off by a moan as pleasure engulfs the pain in its entirety, your body’s libido revitalized and coaxing you slowly towards another orgasm. Remus chuckles.

“See, poppet? You’re such a little slut that you like it.”

“Daddy” is all you can think to moan, mind bleary as you struggle to form a sentence “good- feels really good”

“What a pathetic little thing.” Sirius sounds almost bored as he utters the words, fingers back to massaging James’s scalp as the boy toils over his cock, the latter’s broad hips still rutting against the mattress.

Your attention is pulled away from the erotic display by the telltale sound of a zipper, and your eyes flick immediately to Remus’s lap, where as expected the boy is freeing is long, hard cock from the confines of his trousers. He spits into his hand and begins unceremoniously stroking his cock, and when you raise your gaze you find his directly on you, watching with great intent.

The whole scene makes your stomach flutter, the knowledge that Remus and Sirius are getting off to the sight of you- that James is humping the bed over the sound alone- adding to your arousal tenfold.

“Ohhh fuck, that’s a good boy, James” Sirius groans out when James takes him down to the hilt, his nose nestled in the coarse bed of black hair at Sirius’s base. Slender fingers trail down James’s back to a cheek of his ass, squeezing firmly at the flesh as his muscles flex and pulse with the boy’s desperate undulations. You moan as you watch, hips jolting upwards rhythmically thanks to the vibrations of the toy and your cresting orgasm.

“Gonna cum again already, bunny?” Remus asks, words accented by the wet squelches of his fist on his cock. You nod so vigorously it appears your neck may snap, the pleasure inside you budding into full bloom as a long, high moan escapes you.

“Fuck yes” Sirius gasps out, and James’s audible gag is enough for even your enraptured mind to know the boy’s hips snapped upwards at the sight and sound of your intense orgasm.

Your pleasure subsides quickly and gives way to that pain once again- though this time it’s more sharp, more intense, and it has you whimpering and crying out and all but thrashing on the bed.

“Please please please” you beg fruitlessly as you writhe, desperate to get away from the relentless sensation. “Turn it off daddy, please, turn it off!”

“You know what to say if you want it off, baby.” Remus reminds you of your safe word, voice somewhat gentle.

“Otherwise shut the fuck up.” Sirius adds in a low growl. James pops off from his cock.

“She sounds pretty when she begs though” he counters, eyeing your squirming, whimpering form with a lusty gaze.

“Yeah, you’re right. She certainly does.” Sirius concedes before promptly tangling a hand in James’s hair and leading his mouth back onto his leaking dick.

“Daddy” your voice is shrill as your torture continues, your skin chafing and your muscles aching where the binds hold you tight. Before you can beg further your hips jolt upwards again, however this time your thighs clench just right and squeeze the vibrator our of their clutches, sending it rolling off your body and onto the bed, then the floor, with an audible thud.

You let out a gasp of sheer relief at the mercy on your swollen bud as the toy buzzes away on the floor. Your chest heaves as you pant, your sensitive cunt pulsing with overstimulation, though with the source of the pain gone you can finally breathe again.

“Fuckin’ hell” Remus mutters as he stands, cock bobbing against his abdomen as his hand abandons it. “That was a big mistake, bunny” he says darkly as he bends down to pick up the toy. Before you can open your mouth to ask what he means he flicks the switch on the wand’s handle, and the buzzing grows louder as the head vibrates so fast it looks as if it’s not moving at all.

“No!” You cry out, writhing again on the bed. “Daddy please, it was an accident, I didn’t mean to-“

“Hush.” He growls, reaching out to press down firmly on your lower belly, holding you in place. “You should’ve controlled yourself, brat. You’re gonna stay still now, and take two more orgasms without movin’ the vibe.” He states simply, as if the act is an easy one. You open your mouth to argue, but at that moment he presses the wand back against your inflamed clit, and all that leaves your lips are wordless whines. He lodges the device firmly between your thighs once more.

“There ya go.” He mutters, giving your mound a satisfied pat before he turns away from your trembling form and returns to his spot on the bed.

You continue to whimper and squirm on the mattress, your skin growing balmy with exertion and your mind turning more and more foggy with each jolt of painful pleasure that shoots through your tensed form. The air’s filled with the sounds of sex- your moans, the buzzing of the toy, the wet slurps of James’s mouth, and the groans of all three boys as they watch and pleasure themselves- and one another.

Soon James’s whimpers overwhelm the others sounds, however, as his hips speed up against the bed and his hands grip desperately at Sirius’s thigh.

“Ohhh pretty boy, are you gonna cum?” Remus murmurs, leaning forward to look around Sirius and watch the boy’s movements, the bed shaking with every snap of his hips. He moans in affirmation around Sirius’s length.

“Gonna make a big mess, pup?” Sirius coos in a teasing manner, gripping the boy’s locks and pulling upwards “here baby- get that outta y’mouth for now, there you go.” James’s head falls limply against Sirius’s thigh, his lips slack and glistening as a shaky moan falls from between them.

“That’s it, Jamesie. Cum for us- make yourself cum .” Remus encourages gruffly. With that the boy shudders and his hips falter in their rhythm. The whimper he lets out is long and choked as his load spills onto the sheets below him, his still rutting hips smearing the sticky fluid into the fabric and coating his skin.

“What a good boy.” Sirius croons, petting his head adoringly as the boy stills, eyes closed and breathing ragged. “Humping the bed and making a big pretty mess of yourself”

You let out a moan, back arching in your binds, the eroticism of what you just saw making your eyes roll back as your third orgasm nears.

“Look at that, pretty boy. You’re gonna make bunny cum.” Remus lilts, voice an overexcited coo as he mocks the bleary boy.

You can feel their eyes on you as you cum, your third orgasm tearing through you, painfully intense on your overstimulated clit and drawing an anguished cry from your lips.

“Ohh, that hurts doesn’t it puppy?” Sirius croons mockingly as he pets James’s head. “Poor thing.”

“Please” you gasp out, your body shaking with the force of the aftershocks, your clit throbbing painfully, nearly stinging with the unstopping vibrations.

“You sound so pathetic, baby.” Remus responds gruffly, still fisting at his hard cock, the tip now rouged and leaking even more than before. Pained tears fill your eyes, clouding your vision as you throw your head to the side to look at the boys. Your entire body is ablaze with discomfort- your bound limbs aching, your abused clit burning, your eyes stinging with hot salty tears. Yet beneath it all is a semblance of pleasure, a backdrop of arousal at your helpless position and the degrading, nearly cruel presence of your doms.

Though the image is blurred with moisture- moisture which has begun to escape your eyes and flow down your cheeks- you can see Sirius direct James’s lethargic head back to his cock.

“That’s a good boy, get back to sucking. I know you’re sleepy, but we’ll all be done soon.” Sirius encourages the male, who blinks up at the former with wide, glassy eyes as he suckles gently at the length in his mouth.

Janes works the boy to orgasm seemingly in sync with you, Sirius’s stuttering hips and slew of low groans indicating his impending release- while your loud cries and jerking body indicate your own.

“Fuck, that’s it Prongs. Gonna cum in your pretty mouth, gotta swallow it all f’me” Sirius growls out as his hips snap upwards and his hand holds firmly on the back of James’s head. James gags as the first shot of cum prods at his reflex, but Sirius keeps him in place as he spills down his throat with a low groan.

The sight is enough to send you over the edge, and with a hoarse, shrill scream you cum for the fourth time, the sensation almost entirely one of pain as your overworked body struggles through another release. Remus is on his feet quickly, thankfully, and crosses the space between the beds to reach out with his left hand and remove the buzzing toy from your clit.

“Shhhh, that’s it, all done. Such a good girl.” Remus soothes your trembling form. You whimper, even the aftershocks of this orgasm painful in nature as the convulsing of your tender cunt sends pangs of discomfort through you.

“Th-thank you” you choke out, voice shaky and feeble.

Remus’s right hand had never ceased stroking his cock, and as he takes in your pathetic position- sweaty, hair messy, face burning, clit raw and cunt clenching periodically- he lets out a low groan.

“Gonna paint you with my cum, bunny. Really make you look like a fucked out slut” He grits out, and with a final tug of his length he does just that. Rope after thick rope of hot seed hits the skin of your belly before he shifts and lands the last few shots on your face. Your lips fall open naturally to welcome what you can catch into your mouth, and a small string of the fluid hits your tongue, the salty, heady flavor dancing on your tastebuds. You hum contently as you swallow the substance, and Remus releases his hold on his shaft, allowing the softening length to slap against his broad thigh.

“Such a pretty picture you make, puppy.” Sirius pipes up from his place on the bed, gently moving James’s head off his lap so he can rise to his feet and move beside Remus. He looks down at your form with a cocky grin, coaxing his index finger into your panting mouth, which you latch onto happily in your bleary state.

“Thank you daddy” you garble out around the digit, distantly aware of Remus’s nimble fingers working the straps off of you and the relief it grants your aching muscles.

“You did so well for us, poppet, you’re such a good girl.” Remus praises abundantly as he gets off the cuffs adorning your wrists and firmly massages the reddened skin there.

“Thank you daddy” is all you can think to repeat, blinking slow and eyes glassy as you gaze up at their watchful stares, processing nothing aside from the fact that they’re proud of you.

“She’s totally out of it” Remus murmurs to Sirius as his hands move down to offer your taut thighs the same treatment as your wrists.

“So’s James.” Sirius adds with a nod of his head over his shoulder. The doms shift their gaze to the boy, and satisfied grins form on their faces at the sight of their sub still laid in his own cum, eyes equally glassy as yours as he stares at the three of you with a blank expression.

“Well then, let’s get our babies all cleaned up so we can give them some nice cuddles, how ‘bout that?” Remus muses as he massages your supple thighs. You nod, letting out a soft whine as Sirius pulls his finger from your mouth and swipes his knuckles over your damp cheeks, wiping away the tear tracks there.

“Want cuddles” James pipes up, his soft, whimpered voice a testament to his bleary headspace. Sirius smiles.

“Of course, baby. You grab James, big guy, I’ve got puppy.”

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[gashinabts]

anti-romantic | (m)

word: 4.1k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre:  Slight Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: celebrating father’s day without actually having kids is more fun according to you and jungkook

Warnings: hidden oral sex (fem), blow job, public sex, slight choking, riding, some roleplay (hehe)

a/n: lol this was in my drafts and was supposed to be posted on father’s day but idk if you guys liked this couple...but here it is! Might do more drabbles and stuff with this couple. lemme know what you guys think.

Read this first —> anti-baby fever

“ Happy Father's day!,” you place the bouquet of flowers on the desk before jumping on his body that was peacefully sleeping in the bed. There’s a grunt that comes out and you nuzzle your way into his neck, kissing his moles until he wakes up.

Jungkook's eyes open slowly, yawning loudly before speaking. “ How’d you find out that I have a kid? I thought I did a better job of being discreet,” he smiles when you bite his neck. His large hands hold onto your waist moving you so that you are sitting on top of him. 

“ Yeah happy father’s day...because I do be swallowing your babies,” you hold back your laughter as you try to finish your sentence. 

Jungkook barks a laugh, shaking his head at the dirty joke. “ I’m surprised to hear that coming from your mouth but I’m also proud,” he brings your head down to kiss your lips. There’s a slight gap when he pulls apart, “ So where is my breakfast in bed?” Jungkook asks, his lips barely touch yours as he speaks.

“ Damn, you're taking this roleplay too far,” you huff a laugh. “ Do you also want me to buy you a barbecue grill?” His eyes playfully roll, bringing you down to kiss him once more.

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As funny as it sounds your dad is trying to convince Jungkook to buy a similar barbecue as him, they are talking among themselves, grilling some meat as you are with your mother and sister. It's a small gathering and you just want to go back inside your parents house because it is a million degrees outside. “ Auntie Y/N come swim with us,” one of your nephews comes to splash water on you. He laughs loudly when you give him an annoyed look, as the cold water drenched your summer dress. 

“ I don’t have any swim suits and if I get in there I will probably drown you in front of your mom,” you feel a pinch on your left arm from your mom giving you a disappointed look. On the other hand your sister laughs, shaking your head as she breastfeeds her daughter. The little brat taunts you sticking his tongue out then swims along to play with his cousins. “ I’m kidding,” you tell your mom. 

Turning back to drinking your ice tea, you sigh at the words your mother says next. “ So when are you and Jungkook going to get married? You are not getting anymore younger and it will be hard to get pregnant-”

“ Mom...,” your sister tries to defend you.

The thought of swimming sounds more appealing to you, anything that makes you stray away from this conversation with your mother. “ We actually got married, we just didn’t invite you to the wedding,” you look at your mom, her eyes shooting daggers at you. “ Imma go swimming. My stuff is still in my old room, yeah?” Your mom nods her head, pinching the bridge of her nose, probably at the annoyance of you. 

Stepping in your old room feels nice, the cold air hitting your slightly sweaty face, instantly making you cool down. You toss your body on your bed, closing your eyes, taking a breather before going outside and into the boiling pits of hell. “ This brings up old memories,” you hear your boyfriend. Smiling you look to the doorway, his body leaning against your door entrance, his arms are crossed and there’s muscle definition on his biceps. 

“ Yeah, because we lost our virginity on this bed,” you hold your hand out so he can come closer to you. Jungkook leans down, giving you quick kisses before giving you a suggestive look. 

“ Should we recreate it?,” his eyebrows go up and down. 

“ Okay,” you whisper, bringing his head down to kiss him again. “ That means you have to come in the first minute,” you laugh as he lets out a groan. Pushing him away you get up from the bed, and go to the drawers and grab a swimsuit. Putting it on you feel the straps digging into your hips and your top barely covering your boobs. Of course you don’t fit your high school swimsuits. 

“ Fuck,” you hear Jungkook sigh. Turning around you give him a confused look until you look down and see a boner. “ You look so fucking hot,” he comes to grab at your ass but you smack it off. Jungkook likes that you can’t fit in your bottoms, your cheeks showing making him want to bite it. Your hips look wider and he wants to hold on to it, feeling your supple skin that spills out from the thin straps. And the way your boobs spill out like they are purposely begging him to suckle on them. 

The apple of cheeks blush, your eyes widening at the intense stare. Shaking your head while looking at the door entrance nervously to see if anyone saw this scene. “ We are not fucking here, wait till we get home,” you lift your top up to try to cover more skin. 

“ Let me just taste you, baby. I’ll be quick,” his hands hold your hands kissing it, giving you his best puppy eyes. He just wants to smell you and taste you. A whole parade happens in his head when you agree, leaning against the dresser and parting your legs. 

Maybe it’s the heat that went to your head, that made you dumbly nod without thinking about the consequences that might happen. It turns you on even more, that you guys have to be careful and aware of your surroundings. Jungkook goes on his knees, pecking the inside of thigh before moving the swimsuit to the side, showing him your glistening folds. Immediately, his mouth is on you, tasting your arousal on his taste buds. One of your hands goes up to your mouth softening your quiet moans. The other hand, holds the dresser tightly, afraid that you might fall down.

His tongue lathers you wetness, looking up to see your chest heavily move and down. Your pretty eyes looking down at his mouth work wonders on you. “ Jungkook,” you moan. His rough hands lift your thighs up, stuffing his face more in, tongue penetrating in and out in your entrance. 

Lewd noises are being made by the two of you. Jungkook’s lips smack against your pussy, while your moaning has increased despite your hand muffling the noises. Your eyes widen when you notice your door is still open, anybody can pass by because the bathroom is across your room. “ Pay attention to me baby,” Jungkook smacks the outside of your thigh.

Listening to his words, you look into his doe eyes, his tongue do small licks on clit then sucking it before his lips plop off loudly. “ I don’t want you wearing this outside, because all I want to do is fuck you silly,” his finger goes to your entrance, thrusting slowly with a slight curl. “ I love the way you look in this,” his other finger joins and watches your hips ride them like it was his cock. He blows cool air onto your folds watching your body twitch at the sensation.

“ Yeah? I can barely fit in it,” you say as you toss your head back. There’s a cooling sensation against your heat, pulling your bottoms more to the side so it doesn’t go in the way of his mouth.

“ That’s why I love it, your body spilling out of it and it’s fucking hot. Look at your tits barely covered, your nipples are begging to be sucked on,” he gives you a sloppy kiss on your clit before continuing, “ Your hips look really wide, you know that means you can take my cock better.” His thumb rubs your clit fast, more wetness seeps out of your entrance making his fingers slide in faster. “ I also love it because I got to see you grow into and out of this swimsuit. Just proves to you that I’m always here,” he pecks your thigh. 

The words make you blush, insecurities washed away because you never thought that not fitting your swimsuit could be this hot and liberating. More importantly it makes you want to come all over his mouth. “ I love you,” you whisper softly.

His eyes are sparkly, looking like he holds the constellations in his eyes. “ I love you,” he says. Then placing his mouth on your cunt. Eating you up like he didn’t eat at all today. He moans into you, as your hands hold his hair tightly, the vibrations hitting your sensitive nerves making you moan loudly as you come against his wet mouth. Your hips moving against his mouth as you come down your high, finally stopping after a few seconds. Jungkook places your bikini back in place, kissing your hip. 

His hair is in his face, you tuck a strand behind his ear, “ Yeah, I’m not going swimming anymore,” you laugh in disbelief that your boyfriend ate you out in your childhood bedroom while your family is outside. Taking off your bikini you return back to your summer dress.

“ Yeah, we don’t want you flashing a nipple when you do a cannonball,” he laughs, getting up and watching you look at the mirror. There’s a slight frown on your face, he comes closer plopping his head on your shoulder. “ What’s wrong?” his hands are placed on your waist drumming his fingers. 

“ Do you want to get married?” your eyes meet Jungkook’s. His eyes widening at your question, there’s a couple seconds of silence. His body immediately leaves your, creating a small gap. Turning around to face him instead of talking to his reflection. 

Jungkook's eyebrows raise. “ Are you asking me or is it your mom?” When he was talking to your father earlier, he noticed you looking annoyed while talking to your mother. There was a small frown on your pretty face, and he wanted to kiss it off but your father was talking about which charcoal he uses for the grill.

“ It’s better to just get it over with, so she won’t have to keep pestering me,” you shrug. Which is probably not the right choice of words, since Jungkook lets out a disappointed sigh. His hand pushes his hair back in frustration. 

“ Seriously, Y/N?” As much of Jungkook would love to get married to you, he doesn’t want to get proposed because ‘you just want to get it over with’, it leaves his heart feeling heavy that you don’t see the problem in this. 

The tone in his voice sounds just like your mother, a chastising tone, and you get annoyed.“ I thought you wanted that,” you toss your head back. Not knowing what you are doing wrong. 

Jungkook doesn’t want to argue, especially now, since you guys are supposed to be spending family time. “ Not like that,” he rolls his eyes at how unaware you are. There’s a few seconds of silence, his hands push his hair back in frustration. “ Let’s go back out,” he says in defeat. Walking ahead of you, not holding your hand like he usually does.

The slider door is right in front of you, your family are talking among each other. One thing you don’t want is to be on bad terms. “ Jungkook, are you upset?” You grab his hand before he can walk outside to carry on talking to your family. 

“ Yes. Let’s talk about this later, okay?” Jungkook turns around giving you a smile. Not the kind of smile that makes your heart flutter, it’s the type of smile that you give when you don’t want to deal with someone. In defeat, you nod letting go of his hand, as he walks to the pool getting splashed by your nephews. He brightly smiles at them, wiping the water off his face before getting a water gun and chasing them with it. 

Sighing you walk to your dad who is still grilling meat, he looks at you smiling. “ Something wrong kiddo,” he asks as he flips over the meat. Typically, you never talk to your dad about your problems, only ever going to your sister sometimes but she’s not much help because she’s with your mom.

“ Jungkook and I had a...little argument,” you say, looking to the pool to see him spinning your nephew around. “ I asked if we should just get married because of mom’s bickering. Jungkook got upset,” you scratch your arm. Looking back at your dad whose face is at a grimace, your eyes widening. “ What?” 

There is playful screaming and laughing in the background, you ignore it trying to listen to your dad’s words. “ Don’t you think that’s a little harsh? I wouldn’t want to be asked like that,” he chuckles lightly. 

Replaying the conversation that you had with Jungkook, you mentally smack your palm to your head. Your mom shouldn’t be the reason why you should marry Jungkook. Jungkook is a hopeless romantic, he likes to be swallowed whole by your love. So of course he wouldn’t want to be proposed like that. Your dad pats your back in comfort before leaving you in your thoughts as you look at Jungkook making funny faces at your baby niece.

Jungkook is back in the house grabbing plates from the kitchen cabinet, you close the slider door quietly, walking behind him as he reaches for the last plate. Wrapping your arms behind his small waist, his breath hitches, exhaling your name. “ I’m a dummy,” you whisper.

Jungkook softly laughs, “ No you're not. I’m sorry for overreacting-“

“ You weren’t though,” you lay your head completely on his back, hearing his heartbeat. “ I wasn’t being considerate,” you kiss his back through his shirt. The plate makes a small clunk sound when he places it on the counter, turning around in your arms. His brown eyes look into your eyes before kissing you on your cheek. 

“ Baby, do you want me to talk to your mom?” Jungkook asks, his large hand caressing your cheek. You give him a questioning hum. “ That we don’t have to get married right now. That we are perfectly fine just the way we are.”

The silky strands are gliding in between your fingers, as you push it away from his face.“ Hmm. Maybe she will listen to you better,” you smile. Jungkook can easily make your mom's views change within seconds with his charming smile. 

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Jungkook lifts you up the ground before you enter the house, crossing the threshold as he holds you in his strong arms. “ Why do you keep doing this with every house,” you laugh, holding on to him tightly. “ We don’t even know we are buying this house,” you say as he finally puts you down. Looking around the empty house, you visualize a sofa and tv in the spacious living room. 

“Exactly we don’t know, it’s bad luck not to do that,” he also looks around. “ This is nice,” he whistles looking at your hips swaying as you walk to the kitchen. “ The kitchen I mean,” he cockily says.

Turning around you playfully swat him, “ Can you imagine yourself cooking here?” The cold countertops touch your fingertips as they slide against it. You can see yourself cooking here making food for you and Jungkook, his hands on your hips as he watches you. 

Jungkook likes the way the set up of the kitchen, the granite countertops and the dark brown wooden cabinets give the kitchen an expensive feel. Compared to the first apartment he got with you in college this place is a thousand times better. His heart flutters knowing that he gets to share the rest of his life with you in this house. He comes closer to you hugging you from behind as you look inside the empty cabinets. “ Mhm, yeah I can see myself cooking here,” his nose rubs against your neck loving the perfume you're wearing. He can also see himself doing other things in this kitchen. “ And eating here too,” he says, blowing a raspberry in your neck.

Laughing in his hold you turn your head to kiss his cheek, “ Let’s go up. Before you act on your fantasies,” you grab his hand. Going up the stairs you guys checked out the three rooms and bathrooms. This house is something that you’ve been wanting for the past year, it’s spacious, has a big backyard to plant your flowers, and two hours away from your parents. “ We can put our bed here,” you point in the middle. “ The dressers here,” you point in two different directions. 

Jungkook smiles fondly as you point at random spaces, he’s pretty sure that you pointed at the same area more than once for different furniture going there. “ How about the other rooms? You don’t think three rooms is big?”

You shake your head, “ I think it’s perfect. Our room, your gaming room, and maybe a guest room in case my mom wants to spend the night,” you shrug at the end. There’s a rush of serotonin just imagining getting this house. “ What are your thoughts?” His pretty eyes look around the empty big room and smile on his face.

“ Let’s get it,” he looks back at you. Your eyes meet and you grab his shirt pulling him down to kiss him to show him how happy you are. Pulling away, he holds your chin looking at your silly smile. ‘ Yeah, this is definitely home,’ Jungkook thinks to himself.

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“ Fuck Y/N,” Jungkook moans loudly his head hitting the back of his seat.  Your mouth sucks his tip lightly as your hand moves up and down his cock. His breathing is getting louder, and he wraps your hair around his hand, wanting to see your eyes. “ Couldn't even wait to go inside the apartment,” he shakes his head in fake disappointment. But this was far from disappointing. 

Moaning against his tip, you shake your head. Deciding on buying the house turned you on and you couldn’t wait to fuck him. Your lips make a plop sound as you pull apart, “ That wouldn’t be any fun,” you kiss his tip. Causing him to groan at your cunningness. “ We should fuck one last time in this parking lot,” you blow cold air on his tip before going down again. 

Jungkook wipes the foggy car window to make sure no one is here looking at you choking on his cock. You're letting guttural noises and your eyes water at his size, your hips move side to side in the air, probably itching to be touched. “ Yeah, choke on it,” Jungkook pushes your head down more, throat tightening around his cock. “ Are you crying on my cock?” Jungkook condescending laughs.

 It turns you on how mean he is being, your tears come down even more at the humiliation but you enjoy it. You can feel your panties are getting stuck on your folds and you badly want to relieve yourself. Jungkook pushes your head down one last time before pulling your head by your hair to kiss you. His tongue pushes against your exchanging moans against each other. He helps you move your body over the center console so you are now sitting on his lap. “ Wait Jungkook,” you pull apart. “ I need to take my pants off,” you look at the tight space around you. There’s not enough room to take it off where you are.

Jungkook screams at himself for not owning a bigger car. “ Uhh, just take your pants off real quick outside and come back inside the car,” he looks out to see no one out. The things you do for sex, you hurridely take off your pants and returning back to the position. His hands are on your thighs rubbing them up and down, as he makes outs with you. Your hips move against his trying to pleasure yourself. 

Jungkook pulls away staring at you with a lustful gaze, his hands moving up to caress your face, “ Can’t believe we are doing this,” he says, laughing in disbelief.

“ Mmm, same.  Something about you signing the papers and paying the deposit turned me on,” you kiss his cheek, while stroking him in your hands.

He groans, tossing his head back showing his bare neck for a quick second, “ Yeah?” He gives you a boyish smile. “ When I saw you walking up the stairs. Kinda wanted to fuck you right there,” he kisses your neck. He moans your name when you insert his cock into your tight entrance. 

“ Next time, do it. Take me anywhere in our new house,” you hold his head close to your neck. Feeling him sucking on your skin, probably marking his love for you. “ Are you gonna fuck me like your little housewife?” Smiling to yourself when you hear him groan your name. You breath out heavily, thighs shaking as you move up and down on his cock.

Jungkook's hands wrap around your waist tightly, thrusting up into you. “ My little housewife,” he whispers to himself. It doesn’t necessarily fit your image, due to the fact that you have a high paying job and you guys aren’t even married but it turns him on. There’s something a little demeaning about it and it twisted as it sounds he wants to continue with this little act you proposed. “ Gotta have you wearing nothing but an apron on,” he snarkily smiles up to you. 

His hard thrust is making you jostle in his arms, and you cry even more just imagining him fucking you from behind as you cook him dinner. “ Yeah what else would you want from me, my lovely husband,” you put your hands to the car ceiling trying to keep yourself ahold. 

His heart does a little jump at the word of husband, he knows it’s only you teasing but he loves the way it comes out of your mouth. “ Mmm, you have to be waiting on your knees when I come home from work,” he says while one of his hands trails up your neck lightly squeezing it. “ Fuck your mouth since you’re a needy slut waiting for her husband like a good wife.” 

Your walls tighten when you hear him speaking nothing but filth to you. His thrust hits the spot that makes you drool and eyes rolling back. “ Fuck Jungkook,” you whisper. The car is probably moving from how hard Jungkook is fucking. If someone were to walk by they can obviously tell that you guys are doing the nasty, but you don’t care, this is your last day in this apartment complex.

Jungkook looks at your tits bouncing and his mouth does his best at sucking at them. He moans around it loving the feeling of your nipple in his mouth. His eyes look up at you staring down at him, sucking it hard. His lips plops off your tit, “ Are you gonna come for me, my pretty little housewife?” He watches as you nod your head up and down, holding the car ceiling as your life depends on it. He wants to remember this moment forever. His hand holds your soft tit, fingers pinching your nipple, while his mouth goes back to the other nipple sucking it softly. Your walls squeeze his cock tight as you come around it while moaning his name loudly. He prays that the windows do a good job muffling your moans, but he doubts it.

Your hands come down brushing his hair back, “ Come in your wife,” your body is still shaking from the intense orgasm. “ Make good use of me,” you tell him. His eyes roll back at words. He sucks harder on your nipple and you hiss in pain and delight. He holds you tighter in his arms, thrusting in quick motions as he comes into you. 

The feeling of his come in your cunt makes you want him to fuck you all over again. Knowing that you are the only person in the world to have him inside you like this makes you prideful. The breaths die down and Jungkook is now sucking your nipples softly, humming around it. Your hands softly brushing his hair back, letting him do his thing. “ I didn’t know you would be so into the housewife role playing,” you laugh to yourself. 

His lips part from your tits, and he laughs with you. “ You're into it just as I was,” he pecks your boob one last time before taking his cock out of you. The semen slowly comes down your lips, his finger coming to massage it into your folds. His mouth waters wondering what you and him taste like together. He looks up, “ Wanna quit your job and I’ll wife you up?” he laughs when you swat his hand away.

[lilastromama]

Rating the Signs as big 3 Placements

(Sagittarius, Pisces, Leo, Virgo)

Sagittarius:

sun: whoopsie, i dont know. Most of them are really great to have conversations about mysterious and weird topics, like aliens and the universe as a whole, i enjoy that so lets put the positive stuff first. What im not enjoying on the other hand, is them being very competitive, even with their closest people. Also when theyre mad, they are gonna talk about u behind ur back and think of very evil and scary ways to get revenge, 6/10 tho

moon: i really do like sag moons. I think i mentioned this in one of my posts already, but: Theyre SO uplifting, supporting and caring! I really like how they always find a way to catch you when ure falling. Maybe theyre extremely stubborn and dont like being wrong in whatever aspects, but yeah, lets put that aside! giving them a good 8/10

rising: Sag risings are really to die for, not trying to be dramatic. Theyre extremely creative, also deep. My first take on sag risings is always "mhm, i dont think it would work out" and then boom, they show you their real persona and whats behind this mask. Really loveable creatures, they just seem a bit off. giving them 8/10

Pisces

sun: I dont like them. Listen here, im not trying to be a bitch and im not the person to feed into stereotypes, but with pisces suns its just TRUTH. they will try to hide their insecurities by acting confident, instead of actually trying to get better, what makes them come off as self centered and arrogant, even tho theyre not. Also most of the time, sorry not sorry, - theyre AWARE of the fact that theyre toxic but wont do shit about it because just sitting and being miserable sounds easier than actually digging into the dark parts of oneself. 3/10

moon: pisces moons are actually very sad to watch. Theyre more on the introvert side than the extrovert, u'd think theyre very quiet and private people. What most dont know about them tho, is that they live inside their heads and if u would take a look inside, u'd be surprised. Their head and mind is their own little world, their own little universe. Its chaotic, always moving. There is so much going on inside of them and if u get to know them, u will find out how deep and interesting they really are. Dear pisces moons, let us be part of your inner world and your beauty, dont hide. 8/10

rising: ohhhh HELL YES. Idk about you people, but to me, they have such a mystical, interesting look to them. Lagoona blue from monster high vibes and i said what i said. Very creative, also intuitive, maybe interested in the occult and so called "taboo" topics. Maybe theyre even activists, trying to help out and raise awareness where they can. Just as with pisces moons: they come off as private people, but probably would have an more interesting life story than most of us. 9/10

Leo

sun: Its a yes from me, but somehow a no, too. Leo women? GIVE IT TO ME! Leo men? well, only if evolved. What i like about leo suns is their confidence and the way they present themselves. U'd notice a leo sun everywhere they go, believe me there. If unevolved, they can be one hell to deal with, i gotta admit that (but also hella fun) - If evolved tho, theyre SUCH angels and actually very aware of themselves and their actions. Theyre the ones to push you to be the best version of yourself, i vibe with it. 9/10

moon: Its actually a yes too! Theyre so complex, hard to understand - but only if ure not open minded! To vibe with them, u have to be evolved - sorry not sorry. If not, theyre going to push you till you are. And that, not really in comfortable ways for you. They truly dont mean no harm and trying to help out, but its really not for all people, especially if ure sensitive. Keep an eye out i guess and let them do their job, u will thank them sooner or later. 9/10

rising: yeah, idk. To me, theyre fake leos and im not even sorry ☠️ They come off as leos, but not really in the same font. Instead, to me, theyre way worse! Its like those cheap nutella-copy products ur mom wants u to buy. To me they have more of the traits that virgo suns have. Perfectionists, egocentric, analytical but not in a good way - and always searching for something they can talk and gossip about. They constantly break down ur life instead of worrying about themselves and call it "trying to help" - (No darling, u just like putting ur 2 cents in that no one asked for) 5/10

Virgo

sun: once again a no, im sorry at this point :( Even tho i have to say, YES they seem very kind, caring, even supporting and accepting, but if u look closer, ure finding nothing of it all. They are always up everyones ass, as i mentioned in one of my posts aswell. Just like pisces suns, theyre making themselves something they arent. I actually believe they could be such great friends, they just have to better themselves and watch how theyre handling their own emotions. Both of them project their insecurities onto others and make it their problem to handle. Please, virgo and pisces at this point: Get ur hands dirty, do shadow work and you both are great to go! 4/10

moon: oh well, we're talking about me here (this doesnt better anything to be honest) - I feel like virgo moons are very, very serious when it comes to their own feelings and mind, theyre warding it from anything or anyone. Thats where i think they have something from scorpios: They want to know everything about you, but you cant know anything about them and if so, you probably get rejected sooner or later because it would be too dangerous to get hurt. Very analytical, skeptical and calculating people. We really need that emotional safety to actually come out of our comfort zone but IF we do, u'll get to know a new person! still complex tho- 8/10

rising: I dont wanna start a new stereotype but: Am i the only one that kind of noticed how virgo risings look like those pinterest-indie-kids? Its either that or the grunge kids u always see on instagram as an outfit inspo. Im actually invested! They really possess that motherly/caring vibe ure instantly familiar with and feel comfortable around, im a definitely a fan! 9/10

[lxngbottom]

i NEED more dominant neville!! maybe something to do with thigh riding idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

Be A Good Girl. | N.L.

in which neville makes the reader ride this thigh.

warnings: nsfw, smut, thigh riding, some degradation, dom!nev (lmk if there are more!)

you guys....... i fucking LOVE dom!neville

(edit: omg im getting to all of your requests so late pls forgive me i’ve had a lot going on in my life lately but i’m on that grind rn)

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it was completely innocent, you see. the timing was bad, you assumed.

you and neville rarely ever fought, as he was never the one for conflict. but, the day before, you had felt like a last priority to the boy. and, maybe he didn’t mean to make you feel like that, but, he did.

so, when you two had screamed at each other for 45 minutes straight in his dorm, and you stormed out, you had decided to give him the silent treatment. and to get your mind off of things, luna had invited you to go to hogsmeade with her and harry.

harry sat in the common room patiently, waiting for your arrival. neville was there as well, because of course he had found out that you had been invited, and he was really hoping that he could try to convince you to not go, and just have a day for you two to make up for his absence the day before.

you finally came walking down the staircase, struggling to fit something into your purse as you did so. because of this, you didn’t notice the gawking stares you were getting from the most of the boys in the common room. neville stared at you, took in your outfit. a tank top due to the warm weather, and a high waisted skirt that showed off the top of your thighs deliciously. you pulled it up a bit, making neville lick his lips in hunger from how fucking sexy you looked.

but, that’s when he realized that he wasn’t the only one staring. and, the realization hit him that you were... punishing him? you? punishing him? you knew damn well that wasn’t how things worked, and on any other day, it would earn a smack on your ass cheek.

“hey, harry! ready to go?” you greeted the boy, zipping up your purse with a toothy smile. he looked you up and down, amazed at the fact that neville longbottom of all people was dating someone that looked like you.

“y-yeah! totally! let’s head out.”

neville stormed over to you, wrapping his hand around your wrist before you could go anywhere.

“we need to talk.” he demanded sternly, his jaw clenched as he witnessed harry practically eye-fucking you.

you rolled your eyes, and snatched away from him. he went to grab you again, but you stopped him with a slap to the wrist. you let out a “hmph!” and walked away with harry, and neville watched as the skirt fit perfectly around your ass.

a punishment definitely had your name written all over it for later.

—

“night, harry!” you waved, smiling at the boy. he waved back, and went up the stairs to go back to his dorm.

you did the same, relieved to finally just be able to relax. maybe, read a book before you fell asleep, or catch up on some journaling. yeah, that sounded nice.

you had a wonderful day. filled with laughs and small conversations between yourself, luna, and harry. you seemed to have completely forgotten about your boyfriend, and the argument you guys had just 24 hours before.

you entered your dorm, your head down to make sure that you locked it back when you stepped in. after your heard the sound of your door locking, you took the small cardigan off that you had brought with you, as the nighttime had made the air much chiller. you hung your purse up near the door, as that was a small system that one of your dorm mates had came up with. you kicked your shoes off, body still not facing your bed.

you went to take your tank top off, until something interrupted you.

“hm.”

the small mutter made you jump, and you turned around quickly to see who the culprit was. of course, it was neville. he sat on your bed, book in hand, and a dark look in his eyes as he stared at you,

you huffed, “what the hell are you doing here? i was changing, you know!”

he chuckled, the small laugh spiteful and low, “don’t stop on my account. it’s not like i haven’t seen you naked before, darling.”

you rolled your eyes, and stomped over towards your bed, “leave!”

he looked up at you, fake curiosity in his eyes. he slammed the book shut, and tossed it on your bedside table.

“why should i?”

you scoffed at him, “because, this is my dorm! and, i honestly don’t want to speak to you! so piss off!”

he found you adorable. your little tough act that you were trying to keep up. he knew it was only a matter of time before you would be wrapped around his finger once again, begging for him to be inside of you.

“you’re not still angry at me are you?”

he knew the answer to that. he just liked to tease you,

“yes! i’m very angry at you, neville! i was having a great day and of course... you come along to make me feel bad when you were in the wrong!”

neville grabbed your thigh as you tried to walk away, his fingers tightening on the sensitive skin, “me in the wrong? i wasn’t the one prancing around in this little skirt all day like a fucking whore.”

the statement made your stomach flutter, and you couldn’t help the blush that raised to your cheeks.

“i know what you’re playing at, petal. and, i don’t appreciate it. do you know how many guys were staring at your ass? staring at what belongs to me?”

the question made your cross your arms, “playing at? i’m not playing at anything, neville. i just wanted to feel pretty today. sorry that you’re angry that other guys find me attractive...”

that fucking attitude. oh god, you were in for it.

neville pulled you down by your wrist, settling you right on top of his lap. you felt his hard cock sticking out from his pants, just waiting to be touched. you couldn’t help but to sigh from the way it felt on your clothed clit.

“watch your fucking mouth, petal. you know i don’t like when you talk back.”

the tone in his voice made your panties dampen, and you tried to look away, avoid his intense gaze, but he quickly turned your face back by grabbing your chin,

“i saw the way harry was looking at you. you wanted him to see your pretty little ass... didn’t you?” he reached his hand up slowly, and caressed your cheek menacingly. you gulped, his dark eyes having a greater affect on you than you’d like to admit.

without warning, the hand that was settled onto the small of your back moved down swiftly, going underneath your skirt, and it came down with a harsh slap to your ass cheek. you whimpered, the burning sensation automatically kicking in.

“how many more slaps do you think you deserve, huh? cause... i think you deserve at least ten more, doll.”

you quickly shook your head, your clothed clit falling victim to his crotch. you bucked your hips up slightly, pleading for more friction.

he looked down, noticing the arousal leaking from your panties, staining his pants. he tsked and shook his head as he studied your desperate attempt to pleasure yourself,

“pretty sluts like you that like to show off don’t deserve my cock... isn’t that right, petal?” he cooed teasing, placing a single kiss on your neck.

“i—i’m sorry... please—“

“no begging. you know what’s coming.”

you sighed, knowing that no amount of pleading would lead you to get your way. you had made him mad, and you knew that there was no getting away with that.

“here’s what’s going to happen, petal. you’re going to get yourself off on my thigh. got it? and maybe... if you’re good i’ll fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. does that sound good?”

you quickly nodded your head, the thought of riding neville’s thigh always being so fun, in the most sinful way possible.

“alright, now be a good girl and do as i say...”

neville began to position himself up against the headboard, as he was not too keen on letting you fall back onto the floor. you waited patiently as he adjusted, beginning to take your tank top off.

he watched as the straps fell, and he licked his lips when he saw your bra covered breasts. he felt his cock twitch from the mere sight of your nipples as you took your bra off, letting it fall to the floor with a small noise.

you reached for the hem of your skirt, but neville interrupted,

“no. the skirt and your panties stay on. it looks too fucking good on you.”

you wanted to protest, as if you were going to do this you wanted to be able to feel all of him. but, you really had no choice. so, you simply nodded and crawled over towards your lovely boyfriend.

he patted his thigh as a sign for you to get on, and you did so shakily, not knowing what to expect.

“move your hips, petal...” he ordered, grabbing them and starting for you, “just like that.”

instantly, that fire in your stomach a-blazed. neville watched as you bucked your hips, trying to desperately not to miss his flexed thigh on your heat. he placed small, teasing kissing along your neck, going down to your breasts, and nibbling on your nipples gently.

you gasped, all the sensations beginning to hit you at once,

“look at my pretty girl, making me so fucking hard. merlin... you’re such a slut...” he breathed out, the movements from your knee cap stimulating him. in times like this, neville almost let the dominant mask slip off, but, he knew he had to keep it on.

“nev—fuck—c-cum...” you stuttered out, that familiar knot in your got trying ever so desperately to come apart.

he chuckled lowly at your state, and the way your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. “please... n—need y-your cock...”

he automatically shook his head,

“i told you, petal... dirty little sluts like you don’t get my cock... you know that already.”

you whimpered, only wanting the sensation of him inside of you, fucking you into oblivion.

as time went by, the urge to release was taking over your whole being. your thighs and hips were aching at this point, and neville as well could feel himself about to cum.

neville placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, “can’t get off, petal?” he teased, a smarmy grin on his face, “i’ll take over for you... even though you don’t deserve it.”

that’s when he held your hips once more, and flexed his thigh to his best ability. he moved you, your whimpers and moans only increasing with every feeling of friction.

“k-kiss...” you muttered, speech shaky and uneven. but, neville knew what you wanted. so, he pulled you in for a heated kiss, his tongue entering your mouth before you could even welcome it.

his cock was aching at this point, and he could feel himself about to release all in his pants.

“cum, flower. i need to feel you cum all over me like a good girl, alright?”

the tone in his voice was all you needed to let out a loud scream, and fall apart right in his arms. your thighs trembled, and neville felt your cum gather all in a pool on his pants. he as well came, a loud groan escaping his lips as your face fell into his neck.

“mhm... you make me feel so good, petal...”

[winter-soldier-vibes]

Can I request HSP + depression reader (who thinks they are just weak and being crybaby) x Bucky, please? I understand you are super busy right now and I didn’t mean to rush you or anything but I'm just struggling with both HSP and depression and couldn’t help but send it right now. No need to hurry, just when you are free and maybe when you had nothing to write. Thank you and I love you!

Thank you for the request, I’m sorry it’s been a difficult time for you! I’m here if you need me and I hope that this helps!!! 

It’s called empathy

Bucky x reader

Word count: 1981

Warnings: depression, HSP (highly sensitive person), low self worth, negative self talk, swearing (that’s normal for me but this one’s a little extra), angst (more so internal idk if that needs a warning), fluff/comfort

Taglist: @buckys2thicc @babydaddy-buckybarnes @barnesplums @peggycarter-steverogers @mardema @abitgryffindorky @buckys-blue-eyes @strawberrimae @thatfangirl42 @freigeistundanderes @bucks-bunny @broadwaybabe18 @im-sick-of-failing

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...in…

You felt a tear escape your eyes

Goddamn it

You didn’t want to cry, you couldn’t let yourself. It was stupid, it was just some shitty remark from someone when they were in a shitty mood, it wasn’t your fault, all that bullshit you tried to tell yourself. It never worked.

You were trying to control your breathing, looking up at the ceiling trying to will the tears away, biting your lip. You would not cry, not over this. Not over something that wasn’t worth your tears

Not when you didn’t even know what exactly you were crying over. 

Yet here you were, gripping the edge of the bathroom sink with white knuckles, looking up at the ceiling trying to keep the tears at bay. And it wasn’t working.

Weak sensitive piece of shit. 

What good were you to the team if you cry in the bathroom like a baby every time something remotely stressful happens? People usually cry when they're in pain or when they’re grieving - the only excuse you had was you were stressed or sad. 

You felt another few tears escape and you angrily swiped them away, cursing yourself for being so weak. 

You hated this, you hated yourself. You were so numb most of the time, especially when you were alone. You found yourself alone in your room with racing thoughts feeling like you were falling apart. Yet when you were alone you could only stare at the ceiling wondering if it would get any worse. 

The answer was usually yes.

Whenever you would go on missions with the team, you were able to push aside your stress. You had a job to do and you would do it. But when the mission was over and you were walking back through the rubble - seeing all the blood, destruction, fear - then it would start to get to you. You would panic, you would feel tears cloud your vision. Tears for those you were leaving behind, and those who had nowhere to go, those who lost someone. That was understandable. 

It seemed to affect you more than the others though. It was understandable to be moved by so much destruction. But for you everyone felt like someone you had known and loved. 

You could feel the grief in those left behind, feel the sadness and pain that they were going through. 

The same was true when you weren’t on missions. When those who were on them would come back. Whether they were injured or their eyes were saddened - you knew when a mission was rough. You would listen, you would be there for people. It was easy to talk to you, and you were very wise. 

But it still overwhelmed you. You couldn’t say no, you didn’t want to. You wanted to help but it would be so emotionally taxing for you. So behind closed doors, you would break. Be there for others, listen when they need to talk, others come first - you took their emotional pain onto yourself. 

You were grateful that you could help - but in the process it was hurting you. 

You allowed yourself to feel sad when you were alone in your room. No one could see you be weak in the dark of your room. But you never cried much just from the pure exhaustion of your thoughts. Sometimes you wanted to, just feeling so incredibly empty that you just wanted to have an ugly crying session curled up in bed.

But you didn’t get to make that choice.

The crying wouldn’t come until the absolute worst times. If you had messed up on a mission, if Tony said something a little too harshly because to him everything was a joke, seeing something gruesome on a mission- whenever it came to someone else getting involved, the tears would come. Hell sometimes even being overwhelmed in public would be enough to start the waterworks. 

You always felt so fucking weak for it. The slightest environmental stressor could stress you out too much and move you to tears. You had no reason to be upset most of the time. But you would get angry at yourself for being upset, which would make you more upset that you couldn’t control it, making it harder to control.

It was a vicious cycle.

Lately it had been popping up more and more recently. Smaller things were upsetting you more than usual. You were becoming more sensitive to external stimuli and as a result, you spent as much time as you could in your room. You were embarrassed by yourself. Both by your emotions and by your inability to control them. 

This time you were just upset that you were upset. It had been a long night the day prior, just a lot of paperwork to do. There had been a mission earlier this week that you hadn’t been assigned to, but it had been brutal for everyone who had gone. So far today had been a normal day by anyone’s terms, an emotionally exhausting one for you. One of those where you woke up tired and the thoughts of another day were enough to draw you to tears. Nothing had even happened, but apparently nothing needed to happen. 

Your emotions came and went without your consent. 

You knew deep down it was probably some sort of emotional build up - that whole quote about bottling things up until they got to be too much - it happened every time but you still thought you could handle yourself better than that. You didn’t want to vent or be a problem to anyone. But when you are the emotional support for most of the team and you haven’t been able to get enough sleep or take time for yourself - you didn’t have much of a say as to when the bottle overflows.

A few more tears fell and you slammed your hand on the counter, wiping your tears angrily once more. “God fucking damn it why can’t you just stop fucking crying!” you exclaimed, feeling a few more tears falling “Weak piece of shit!” 

There was knocking on the door, pulling you out of your self deprecating thoughts. You gasped lightly, wiping your face again. 

Knock knock

You jumped a little, gasping slightly. No one was supposed to be here, it was the middle of the night. 

“Y/n? What’s going on in there? Are you alright?”

You took a shaky breath. Of course it would be Bucky who heard you. Why would it be anyone else?

“I’m fine Bucky, it’s late, you should go to sleep.”

“Then why are you still awake?” Bucky responded. You heard him sigh a little outside the door. “Come out here and tell me you’re okay.”

“Really Bucky?”

“Unless you want me to come in there, but I don’t think Stark would appreciate me breaking your door.”

You took a small breath and walked over to the door, opening it. You crossed your arms and met Bucky’s concerned eyes. “I’m fine, Bucky.”

Bucky sighed, taking in your appearance. Red eyes, flushed face, your hair was messy - you were definitely crying. He hated when you wouldn’t admit that you weren’t ok. “You know you don’t have to be, right?”

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep fresh tears from clouding your vision. “What?”

“You say you’re fine, you always say that you’re fine until you break. I heard you crying, I can see that you’re not feeling okay yet still you try to keep a brave face. And I just want you to know that you don’t have to always be okay.”

You let out a breath. “I - i…” you looked down and shook your head, lost for words. 

“Y/n, I’m not here to judge you. Can you try to tell me what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you said looking up at him “It’s literally so stupid, Bucky.”

“Y/n, nothing you say right now is going to sound stupid. 

You shrugged your shoulders, still not quite meeting his eyes. “I don’t know, I just get so worked up sometimes, but it’s stupid. I tell myself I’m not going to be bothered and then I freak out again. The smallest things bother me and I get stressed out and then I cry like some stupid weak bitch. People have it worse than me, God, you have it worse than me. Everyone here has some sort of traumatic awful thing happen to them and then there’s me and I get sad because I see other people sad,” you were crying again and you wiped at your face, covering your eyes. “God Im so fucking stupid I -”

Bucky pulled you into his chest as you let out a sob. “You’re not stupid, y/n.”

“YES I AM. I get worked up over the smallest shit, I don’t listen when people tell me to take breaks, I take everything too personally and I can’t stop fucking crying when I don’t even know what the fuck is wrong!” you exclaimed, trying to push yourself away, ashamed.

Bucky held you tightly, not letting you go. “That’s not your fault. It’s not up to you how your feelings show up.”

“But I cry at the most stupid shit and I can’t control it.”

“You’re not supposed to know how to control it,” he said, pulling back to look at you. “Emotions can’t be controlled. They just happen and it’s rarely convenient.”

“Then why do I feel so weak? If this,” you gestured to yourself “is so goddamn normal then why isn’t everyone else breaking down every other day?” 

Bucky brushed some hair out of your face. “Your emotions are yours, no one else’s. No one has the right to tell you how to feel. Think of it this way - you can’t expect everyone to have the same amount of strength or stamina - no one has the same emotional response either. And that doesn’t make you weak, it makes you you.”

You shook your head. “I just feel so weak all the time.” 

“And I’m here to remind you that crying isn’t weak. You are not a weak person, you are not a bad person, you’re not any of those things your mind tells you. You’re a kind and thoughtful person. You put your heart into everything you do. You help everyone you can. Mourning someone else’s loss isn’t weakness. It’s called empathy.”

You took a small breath. “Then why does it hurt so goddamn much?”

“”I don’t know. And I can’t say for certain that you won’t always feel that way. But I know I can tell you that you aren’t weak, and I’ll be here every time you feel that you are.” 

You nodded your head slightly. “You don’t think I’m weak?” you asked quietly.

He pulled you back into a hug. “Not in the slightest, y/n.”