#seriously props to you guys if you made it all the way down here

[c0llisiion]

NEED TO KNOW.02 — J.JK

Pairing: jeon jungkook + f!reader

Genre: smut

★: npr, slight angst, dadsbsf!jk x reader, older!jk, slight degradation, mentions of cheating, praise, dumbification, unprotected sex (practice safe sex plzzz), cunnilingus, slight bondage? Idk lol , rough sex, crying, breeding — lmk if i missed any!

W/C: 3,175

A/N: HIIIII ITS FINALLY HERE YALL WTFFFFFFF 😭😭😭😭 i defo spent too much time on this ( soz i have been very busy ) THIS ONES FOR ALL THE POOKS THAT HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR PART 2 <33 NJOYYY

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☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

The tension was there. A very thick tension. You stared daggers at the man sitting in front of you. He was being nonchalant. Giggling and laughing with your dad and acting like nothing had happened between you two. 

Things were going well between you guys since ‘that’ day. You told him about your undying feelings for him, and he understood it. He had you wrapped around his arms as you rested your head on his shoulders and sat together in the warm bath water with Your back pressed against his chest. Even though the moment lasted for a short while, you still savored it. His warm breath was on your face, whispering sweet nothings that had made your cheeks flush. His soft heartbeat matched yours. He was so gentle with the aftercare. Had you propped up on the bathroom counter while he ran a warm washcloth down your sticky body, making sure to be gentle. He even washed you down with your favorite body wash. Hands gently ran water down your sweaty hair, making sure you were clean and ready before he left, and since then you have been dating him. Or so you would think. 

It was a huge decision. This could affect both of your lives negatively if things go wrong. Of course, you didn’t tell your father about it. Imagine the betrayal he would feel if he found out his daughter was sleeping around with his best friend under his roof. In no way, shape, or form could he know. For the time being, He would eventually come to know, right? 

Jungkook was always the ‘nonchalant’ type. He was very laid-back about you. There was not really a label to your relationship. He would treat you like his girlfriend, yes, but he would never outright tell you that you were his girlfriend. He would always go to clubs and other posh places where women younger than you would hit on him continuously. Who wouldn't, though? A rich, young-looking old man is the perfect eye candy for gold diggers. You of course voiced out your frustrations to him, but he again and again brushed it off, saying, ‘It’s nothing to worry about’ , ‘I only have my eyes on you, doll.’ Or the worst one so far: ‘We are not even that serious.’ It hurt a lot, but you brushed it off because you loved this man and, most definitely, the sex he gave you. 

He was passionate in bed. Unlike anyone you have ever slept with. He would be gentle and slow with you most of the time. His girthy length slowly went in and out of you as your eyes tried to stay fixated on the movie. Hands on your hips, squeezing the soft flesh as he whispered in your ears in a sultry voice. “Taking me in so well doll… your pussy is sucking me in so good, has me controlling myself..” he darkly chuckles before adding. “Dripping all over my couch cushions… who is going to clean this up huh? making a sweet little mess.. dw i will help you with it baby…gonna have you staining this entire couch …” you shuddered as he trailed wet kisses up your neck and nibbled on your ears. His other hand squeezed and tugged on your tender breasts. Toying with your puffy nipples in between his fingers. You let out a soft huff as his cock hit your sweet spot. “What’s wrong, doll? Too much..? I thought my little slut liked it when i went deep..” he chuckled before thrusting into you with some force, making your stomach tumble and turn. 

  It was getting infuriating at this point. Your fork dug into the piece of filet mignon with great force, your hands shaking at the tension as your mind raced off to all those memories you made with him. And it all went down the drain because of a stupid mistake he made. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You haven’t talked much this evening..” All the laughter and banter had died down, and the attention was on you. You were brought back to earth when your dad spoke up. But someone HAD to chime in. “Yeah y/n… What’s wrong with you? You didn’t even greet me at the front door… Don't you know how rude that is?” Jungkook yammered. His eyes had a glint of mischievousness. He had his stupid smirk on, and he talked to you in a tone he definitely knew you didn’t appreciate. You glared at him with pure anger burning in your eyes. Out of rage, you pushed your chair and got up before stomping your way upstairs to your room. Jungkook watched as you walked upstairs. That stupid smirk widening.

You were walking as fast as you could down the huge hallway. You just needed to lock yourself in your room, cry, and sleep. Your thoughts were interrupted when a rough hand grabbed you by the nape of your neck. His calloused fingers press the sides of your neck in a tight grip. Before you could protest and push him away, he- “Don't even think about moving or opening that fucking mouth.. Don't make me do something I will regret..” He whispered in your ears with gritted teeth. His hot breath and words fanned the lobes of your ears, sending a pulse to your core. 

Jungkook pushed you into your room, making you stumble and fall to the ground. He quickly locked your bedroom door before turning around to face you. He grabbed you by your throat, making you stand up on your feet before speaking up. “What is wrong with you, huh? Can't you just act normal? Why do you have to put up a fit?” “You tell me!” You spat. Jungkook huffed angrily and rolled his eyes at your response. He let go of your neck before pushing you down on your bed. “Are you acting like this because of that incident? Why are you still hung up on it? Move on. Nothing happened between us.” Your eyes widened at his words. How dare he say that after what he did? “Move on?? MOVE ON?!” You bursted. “HEY! Quite down. Don’t raise your voice at me.” Jungkook quickly put you in place, making you roll your own eyes. “I can't believe you right now.. You outright went out and cheated on me and you are asking me to move on? What are you on jungkook??? You are supposed to be my boyfriend. You told me you wanted to date me. Marry me and for me to HAVE YOUR KIDS,” Jungkook sighed, lowered his head, and softly muttered, “i know what i told… in that moment…” Your face drained of all color. You stared at him in disappointment, as you knew what was going to be his next words. “What do you want from me!!!” You got up and screamed in Jungkook's face before walking towards your door. “Wait-“ Jungkook yanked you by your wrist, pulling you away from the door.

“Let go of me, you moron!” You tried freeing yourself from his grip, but he was quick to throw you back on your bed. He got closer and climbed on top of the bed, his legs on either side of yours. Jungkook had a sour expression as he started unbuckling his belt. “Don't fucking touc-“ a harsh slap landed on your right cheek before he grabbed you by your jaw and smashed his lips onto yours. It was a struggle for dominance. You were reluctant to let him in, but he pushed through and started kissing you sloppy and hard. Your protests were muffled by his hungry mouth. Muscular tongue swirled around you, tasting you. You eventually gave in. Eyes fluttering, and your hands reached to hold his face but was pinned down almost immediately by Jungkook's strong ones. He pulled back, and a string of saliva connected your lips. He gazes down at your fucked-out face with a dark glint. “So pathetic..” he said before cupping his hand over your clothed cunt. You gasp as you feel his palm push into your sopping hole. Dampening the thin fabric. He landed a harsh slap on your clit, making you buck your hips for more. “So eager and needy aren’t you?” He teased you before shoving his fingers down your throat, making you suck and swirl your tongue around his digits. "Yeah, thats right… just like that…” he hissed. He nudged his knee into your pussy, pressing harder against the heat. Your eyes rolled back, and your thighs quivered as he continued.

He pulled his digits out of your mouth, a thick layer of saliva coating the slender fingers, before he shoved all three into your little cunny. Your eyes shot out wide, and your mouth fell open as he curled his fingers into you. “Dont make any noise… don’t want Daddy to hear you cry like a bitch because of me, right?” You covered your mouth with your free hand and nodded. Jungkook smirked and increased his pace. His fingers went in and out of your pussy at an inhumane rate, occasionally pressing down hard on your poor clit making you whine and whimper. He loved watching you writhe and suffer under his mercy. Something about you becoming putty under him, and he is only using his fingers. Your pussy gave out quickly as clear liquid gushed out and coated his digits. “Coming so quickly, doll? I thought you hated me?” He darkly chuckled before pulling out and slapping your cunt once again. You winced and moaned.

Jungkook started removing his clothes, using his loose tie to keep your mouth shut. He ripped your panties off and pushed your dress to your ribs. He stood at the foot of the bed and pulled you towards him before attacking your sensitive pussy. You grabbed his hair and mewled loudly as his tongue started working on your pussy. You were still sensitive from the aftermath of your previous orgasm. Your eyes spilled tears and you tried pushing his head away. Jungkook landed a harsh slap on your ass making you stop your movements. His tongue lapped at your pussy. Plunging into your sensitive hole and sucking your nub. He pressed his face closer into your pussy as your thighs clenched around his head. He held you down with his strong hands, and you were completely at his mercy. Your moans were slightly muffled by the makeshift gag. You grabbed his hair tighter, making him groan against your pussy, The vibrations sent jolts of pleasure to your core. His tongue swirled at your core. His nose was buried in your clit and his chin glistened with your juices, running down his neck. Your legs quivered and shook as he ate you out like a starved man. He pushed your thighs up, pinning them to your chest. A guttural moan escaped your lips as he pushed his fingers inside your soaking wet pussy, his lips sucking and biting down on your poor clit. “Mmm.. you taste so fuckin’ good, doll…” His fingers went in and out, curling and twisting, making you arch your back against his touch. You were seeing stars, and  was suddenly pulled back to earth as he moved away. He looked down at your disheveled state, a devilish smirk was plastered on his face as he watched your eyes fill up with tears. “Pathetic little toy…”

He climbed onto the bed, his knees on either side of you. His lips and neck glistened with your arousal making you shiver, his hair all over the place from your tugging and pulling. Your eyes landed on his hips as you watched him fumble with his pants, swiftly pulling out his aching cock. His cock stood hard and tall; you could see the precum leaking from the tip, and you couldn’t help but moan at the sigh- Your eyes almost popped out of your skull as Jungkook plunged into your pussy with no warning. His thick girth stretched you out perfectly. He groaned as he watched your pussy accustom to his size, even though he had fucked you multiple times. “So tight… mmf- so fucking tight…”. He started moving; slow thrusts quickly turned into fast, harsh ones. You grabbed onto his biceps for stability, digging your nails into his arms as he mercilessly fucked into your cunny. Your eyes were fixated on his face as you watched his face contort in pleasure and greed. He loved watching the little bulge that formed in your abdomen whenever he took you to pound town. “God.. you see that doll? Do you feel me in your little tummy? You’re so tiny… takin’ me in so fuckin’ well…” You glanced down at your abdomen and moaned, your shaky hand reaching down to feel the mound. Jungkook's hand found yours, and he pressed down on it, sending jolts of pleasure after pleasure down to your core. His thrusts never seemed to stop as he continued drilling your pussy. Your thighs and his pelvis coated in a milky layer of your arousal. You writhed and squirmed under his build, his cock hitting all your right spots.

Jungkook grabbed your arms and pinned them to your sides, making sure you didn't move. “Watch it doll… you better stay still and act like a good fucking girl for me.. or else im gonna stop all of this and leave you right here… all needy and bothered, got it?” You cried at his command and nodded, not wanting to disobey him. “Will you behave from now onwards?” He asks, landing a slap on your face before grabbing your chin. You nodded, looking up into his eyes with your tear-filled ones. Jungkook smirked at your submission. He couldn’t help but find it extremely arousing. “Yeah? Gonna act like a good -thrust- girl f’me? You’re a good girl for -thrust- daddy right?” He said, in between harsh thrusts, your body was jerking upwards at each one of them. Your body arched off the bed, and you nodded incoherently. Babbles and random words left your lips as Jungkook pounded into you. He leaned forward and trapped you under his body. His lips found your neck, leaving dark hickeys and bites all over. “You’re mine. Baby. All mine. And nothings going to change that.” You cried out and wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to your body.

Jungkook chuckled before going rougher on you. Your thighs shook inhumanely, and your nails dug into his back, leaving scratches and bruises. “Pussy was made for me… you feel so good.. so so good…” His mouth continued its relentless assault on your neck, marking you with as many hickeys as he could. Jungkook growled as he felt your pussy clench around his length, signaling that you were close. He lets out a low, rough moan against your neck as he keeps moving against you, his body responding to you and your body in all the right ways. He detaches from your neck for a moment and takes a handful of your hair in his hand, tipping your head back so that you’re looking up at him. “You close baby?” You nod incoherently, your only focus being coming around his dick. He slowly lifts himself up and throws one of your legs over his shoulder, gripping your waist as he helps you reach your climax. His fingers found your throbbing clit, before tugging and pinching the poor nub. You gripped the sheets and threw your head back as the pleasure got more intense. The makeshift gag coated in a thick layer of your saliva. You were a babbling mess. Your brain was mush, and the only thing that is getting registered in your mind is Jungkooks dick going in and out of your cunt. Jungkook found all of this hot and sexy. He loved watching you become putty under him. He loved how you were basically under his mercy. “Look at you… such a mess… and how were you acting minutes ago…? Shouting and -thrust- yelling…” he chuckled darkly. “You probably don’t even know what im saying right now… Cus you’re so cockdrunk and dumb to think of anything else but my dick…”

You screamed out a bit too loudly and buck your hips before squirting all over the sheets and jungkook. A stream of clear liquid gushed out of your pussy. His thrusts and words sending you to another dimension. He grins as he feels you release again, the sound of your cry and the feel of your body shuddering and trembling beneath him sending waves of pleasure through him. He keeps his fingers moving against you for a few moments, trying to prolong your pleasure for as long as possible before withdrawing them slowly. He continued fucking into you, trying to reach his own orgasm. He kisses you deeply and hungrily, his tongue exploring your mouth as his body continues to press down against you.

You were too out of it. Your eyes fluttered as you came down from your high. You weakly looked at him. His forehead was coated in a thin layer of sweat that ran down his body. You pulled him closer to your body and let him fuck into you. “Gosh baby… you’re so good f’me…” you whined and nodded, another knot starting to build up in your stomach. “Im gonna fill you up so well doll… gonna have you leaking my cum… would you like that? You want me to fill you up?” He asked, looking at you, and just smirked because he knew you were too out of it to reply.

He moves his hands down to your hips, grabbing them and flipping you over onto your stomach. His body quickly moves over yours once more, pinning you down on to the bed. He presses his body against yours from behind, his cock grinding into you in a slow, harsh rhythm, his chest pressed against your back, his lips close to your ear as he speaks. “You’re mine, do you understand that? I’m never gonna let you go…” with a few more thrusts, jungkook presses down and fills you up with his hot cum. His heavy balls emptying every last drop into your fucked out pussy. He groaned and moaned in your ears, holding you close to his body as he came down from his high. His breath was ragged and uneven.

He pulls out of you and watches it slowly drip out of your puffy lips. He collapses right next to you and pulls you into his chest. Stroking your sweaty hair and back. “I love you… I love you so much… and im sorry… i really am okay?” You hum softly, finally being able to register his words. “We will talk about this later, okay? I don’t want to lose you…” he pulls you in closer to his body and sigh, loving the warmth of your body against his own, but is quickly interrupted when- 

“Jungkook??? Y/n??? What's going on in there???”

Shit. 

A/N: THANKS FOR READINGGGG I HOPE YALL LIKED IT 💔💔💔💔 think i might js turn into a jungkook blog 🤣😹🙏

Masterlisssttt :3

[sttm99]

TW..? Mentions of oral

Part 1

In as much as you loved summer for the long school break, beach days, and the opportunity to wear little clothes and even littler bikinis, you absolutely abhored the heat.

It was horrid.

And the store's air conditioning broke down the night before, so you had been stuck in the melting pot for at least three hours after you began your morning shift, three hours until the repair man came over to work on it.

And judging by the grunts he'd been making back there, you were certain you'd spend the next hour exactly how you were, sitting back in your chair behind the counter, one of the store's only three standing fans propped right infront of you and your magazine another makeshift fan.

"The fuck- I'm boiling already!"

You perked up just slightly at the groan, already recognising the voice. You turned around to face the door, a smile lighting your face as you caught sight of those four boys again.

"Yo! What brings you guys to the best sauna in Musutafu!" You sang out, still aggressively fanning yourself with the magazine.

"Sauna's definitely right." Bakugo grumbled out, slowly pulling at the collar of his shirt as he approached the counter, "Gimme some of that fan, will ya?"

"No, me!" Kaminari yelled and practically rushed forward.

"I've got high metabolism, I sweat quicker." Sero chimed in.

But you just scoffed at them, "Hello? I'm the one in here for a five hour shift. Get your own shit!" You scooted closer to the fan, soaking in all the air.

They all groaned, Bakugo louder than others, muttering something you didn't catch under his breath.

"What are you guys here for again, anyways? More drinks?" You raised a brow.

"Yep!" Sero said.

"And we wanted to invite you for a beach day." Kaminari grinned, hands on the counter as he leaned forward.

Kirishima stepped forward. "It's just us and like four other people - girls, so you shouldn't feel too overwhelmed."

You thought about it for a while. It's not like you really had any plans after your shift. So you just shrugged and nodded.

"Sure, I get off in like thirty minutes. What time?"

Which was how you found yourself near the back of the group next to Bakugo as you all made your way closer to the water.

Not only had they stayed until the end of your shift, when one of your coworkers came over to start their time, but then they'd followed you home and waited for you to take a shower and get changed.

Your mother was a bit apprehensive about having her daughter going to the beach with four guys she didn't know, but Kirishima was freakishly good with adults, reassuring her that she was in good hands.

That and they'd all pulled out their provisional hero licenses.

"Guys!" A pink skinned girl burst into your line of sight, hurling right into Kirishima. A group of three others - not pink skinned - joined in - not bulldozing the boys.

It was easy to recognise the other students of UA; their faces had become regulars on the news channel by now.

You didn't even have the chance to be awkward when Kaminari started aggressively showing you off to the girls like some action figure.

"This is YN!

She works at that convenience store we got those drinks at!

She's so cool!

Look at her!"

It had the girls laughing and greeting you, and had Bakugo scoffing, rolling his eyes as he marched away to lay down his bag on the sand.

"Hi, I'm Mina." She greeted, her hand around your wrist as she spoke. "This is Tsuyu, Jiro, and Ochako."

"YN," you responded. "I know you guys, by the way. 'Seen you on the news a few times."

"Seriously?" Jiro asked softly as she leaned into you.

"OMG- I'm literally famous now!" Mina squealed, wrapping her arms around you tightly and jumping a bit. "Did I look cute?"

You laughed, jumping with her. "Really cute. Badass, too."

"You guys! There's snacks!"

Most of you were seated now on Mina's very large blanket, the bag of snacks and drinks in the middle as you watched Mina and Kirishima have a chicken fight battle with Ochako and Sero.

"So...?" you whispered to Bakugo beside you, taking the bag of gummy bears he was currently fighting with. "How did it go?" You asked as you calmly tore the top of the bag and handed it over to him.

He glared at it for a moment, then at you, then the bag again, before snatching it and dipping his hand in.

It took him a while to answer you. "It was fine." He mumbled, willing the tips of his ears not to turn pink.

You hummed as you put your hand out to him for the gummy bears. He tilted the bag, pouring a couple into your palm. "You guys together now, or...?"

He shook his head. "Nah... just friends."

"Do you want to be together?"

Normally, Bakugo wouldn't even dream of engaging in such a conversation with someone who was practically a stranger. It was too private and too embarrassing for him to talk about. But for some reason, he couldn't help it. Your presence was too calming, too inviting even. You seemed so void of judgement.

It was what made him ask for your advice that first time, what made him ask for your number, too. And yet there was something about you that had him sweating and unable to text, had him deleting his words every time he typed them down in your chat.

"I don't know." He mumbled, eyeing how Kaminari pulled Jiro away somewhere, and how Tsuyu went over to stare at, or talk to, some of the fish, leaving only you two on the blanket.

"You don't know?" You raised a brow at him.

He huffed, keeping his eyes on the gummy bears, knowing that if he turned his head again, he probably wouldn't able to stop himself from glancing at your scantily covered skin.

"I just- out of everyone, she's the one I'd want be with. But... I don't know if I actually do." He frowned, trying to find better words to use.

But you seemed to understand just fine, reaching out your palm for another round of gummy bears. "Sounds like you like her cause she's the best option. Not that you really like her."

He was silent as he took in what you said.

"Yeah." He mumbled.

"Oi, you guys!" Sero called out to the two of you from where he was, running around in the water with Uraraka, Mina, and Kirishima. "Come on! Don't be boring!"

You chuckled at that, leaning forward to push yourself to stand.

"Hey," Bakugo quickly whispered to you, his hand reaching out to hold your wrist, stopping you just before you could get up. "Don't go yet."

And there was something in the way he said it, the intensity of his eyes, that had you stopping, relaxing back into your position before he pulled his hand away.

He looked back at Kirishima, "I'm not playing with you idiots!" He yelled in true Bakugo fashion.

"YN?" Kirishima called out to you.

You just offered him a wave and a smile. "Later."

He shrugged, going back to running from Kiri and Uraraka.

You turned back to Bakugo. "You don't want to join them?" You asked, collecting another round of gummies.

He shook his head, eyes on your hand as they dipped into the plastic bag. "They're idiots."

You hummed, laughing softly as you popped some gummies into your mouth. "And I'm not?"

He looked up at you, brows set low, and lips curled downwards. "You're not."

Maybe it was how he said it, or how he looked at you as he said it, but your stomach tightened a bit, and suddenly, Bakugo was attractive.

You looked at him as he pressed forward to grab another pack of gummies from the bag, watching the way the muscles of his back stretched and contracted, the flow of his hair, his jaw, his neck, his biceps and forearms.

He tossed you the bag instantly as he sat back down, and you smirked at him cheekily as you tore it open.

"Can't open a bag, Bakugo?" You teased.

He turned to glare at you, snatching the bag. "My quirk makes my hands sweaty." He scoffed, picking up some gummy bears.

Then he looked at you for a long moment before speaking up again. "I'm gonna go wash them. Come."

He stood up, and you followed suit, walking after him as he led the way to the washroom, both of you ignoring the looks you knew you were getting from the others.

You stood next to the sink as Bakugo washed his hands, eyeing the pale tiled walls and floors. "So... you sweat a lot?" You raised a brow.

He turned to glare at you as he dried his hands under the blower. "That's what you got from the explanation?" He'd just explained the entire mechanism of his quirk, and all you could say was that he sweats a lot?

You shrugged, an amused look on your face. "That's the backbone to it, honestly. Bakugo's a sweaty-palmed mess." You chuckled.

He shook his head in mock disappointment, sighing. "What am I going to do with you?"

You grinned. "Get me more gummies...?" You laughed.

He scoffs before looking down at his hands in distaste, thumbing at his palms. "This shit always makes them so fucking dry."

You glanced down at his palms before reaching out to hold on, rubbing aggressively on it.

"The fuck are you doing?" He says, but doesn't bother to pull away, he steps closer, so now you feel surrounded by him.

"I don't know. But my friend likes doing this when her hands are dry. She says it helps." You shrug, your mouth going dry.

"It's not working." He says to you. And his voice is lower than usual, breathier.

You let out a soft hum, your lower lip caught between your lips as you slow your ministrations. And just as you're about to let go of his hands, he grips yours, keeping you close and leaning down to catch your lips with his.

Your surprise is short, and you're immediately wrapping your other hand around his neck and kissing him back. His lips are soft, softer than what you'd expected.

And he's gentler, too. His free hand comes to softly hold your waist as he kisses you, mouth moving against yours so softly, so sensually, you're almost squirming.

He licks into your mouth expertly, tongue relaxed as he explores, drawing more mewls from you.

You pull away for a moment. "There's no way you were a virgin a week ago." You furrow your brows at, breathing heavily, your faces still close to each other, and your hand still clasped around the back of his neck. The way this boy is staring at you and breathing into your lips has you dizzy.

"I hadn't fucked doesn't mean I can't kiss. I'm amazing at everything." He retorts before he presses into your lips again.

"You practice kissing in the mirror, right?" You pull away again with a shit eating grin.

He glares and leans back in.

"Oh, I am so right, aren't I?" You pull away again.

"No, you just talk too fucking much." He spits out in frustration as he lets go of your hand, both of his palms now tightly gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him.

He crashes his lips into yours, backing you into the door and pressing his bare chest against your bikini covered one. Bakugo groans into your mouth when he feels your breasts flat against him, his lips growing greedy.

One of your hands is tracing the muscles of his abdomen, gliding up and down the hard ridges of flesh contracting with each deep groan from his mouth, whilst the other is in his hair, pushing his face closer.

You spend what feels like an hour in there, Bakugo's mouth attacking every inch of free skin his lips could reach, groaning at the sounds you made when his fingers were gliding down your stomach, dipping into your bikini bottoms and into you.

When you finally get back to the beach, everyone is on the blanket, and even Jiro and Kaminari are back. You'd cum once on his tongue, though it'd taken a while with his inexperience and you having to keep giving pointers on how to touch you with his fingers and his tongue.

But he was willing to learn and even more willing to make you feel good. And you'd rewarded him by shoving his dick down your throat.

"You guys took a while," Mina commented with a sly look on her face when you and Bakugo sat back down.

The latter just grunted, grabbing the last bag of gummies as he sat down next to Kirishima, shifting slightly so you could sit next to him.

You gave her a look before mumbling a quick lie about a long line and poor plumbing. Not like anyone believed. That and the fact that Bakugo just casually gave you the pack of gummy bears to open for him.

"Sure." Mina murmured.

You couldn't be bothered, really. And neither could he.

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[hysteria-things]

NSFW ALPHABET

read chris’s here

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: okay so long story short i was going to post the next part of promise last night but i got home from work, watched a movie, and passed out LMAO i never sleep well at night so your girl was tired🤣

i finished this today so i’m posting it now and then promise part three later! sorry for the wait :)

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

matt turns into a completely different human during aftercare. you guys would be done after a rough session and he’ll immediately ask if you’re okay at least a billion times and will get you anything you need.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

his hands. will always be moving them on your body, and he knows you love it. if you guys are out in public or hanging out with friends he’ll still have a hand on you at all times.

a sucker for your tits. if you wear a tank top or a dress that shows cleavage he’ll be staring nonstop, especially when they bounce. will also play with them when you guys are alone.

“HONK HONK!”

“seriously?”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

uses a condom but when he doesn’t, he’ll pull out and cum on your tits. if you’re on your knees, then he’ll cum on your face. he enjoys cumming on your body, to say the least.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’s the dominant one but wishes you’d be more dominant with him. you’ve done it a few times, but deep down he wants to be submissive to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

let’s be honest, he was a virgin when he met you. he’d never put himself out there but when you came into the picture something clicked in him and made him more confident in himself. he didn’t know what he was doing at first but learned quickly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he’s a cowgirl boy. the way your tits bounce in front of his face drives him up a wall. if not, then he’ll do missionary. more specifically where your legs are propped over his shoulders.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

matt knows you like his humor, so he’s not afraid to tell some jokes. you feel safe and comfortable when he goofs around a little.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

same as chris — not clean shaved but trimmed.

also doesn’t care if you have hair or not, but likes it when you have some just a little more.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

no matter if you’re going rough or not, he’ll always hold you skin-to-skin and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. it drives you crazy when you feel his whispers against you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

one time you left a pair of your panties at his house, and he keeps them in his underwear drawer. when he needs to relieve himself, he’ll grab them and he’ll jack off to it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

LOVES when you mark him. finds it so hot when you scratch up his back or leave hickeys on his neck to let everybody know you’re his.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

definitely the bedroom. he’s not the type to do anything in public, so either one of your rooms is the best bet. he’s a pretty private guy.

honorable mention is the minivan!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you send him nudes. he could be filming a vlog or car video when he gets a message from you, and he’ll put the video on hold to speed over to you.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

this was a little hard, but i think anal. for some reason, he finds it weird and also thinks that he’ll hurt you during it. just not his cup of tea.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

although he is matt the munch, when you suck his dick it sends him to another universe. loses his marbles the moment you put your mouth around him and when you overstimulate him.

his skill is top-tier; can eat you out for as long as he feels like it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he will go fast and rough if you tease him too much or if you’re acting like a brat, but other than that he’s in between. going hard to feel himself deep inside you, but will go slow at the same time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not too often, but if you guys are hanging out with friends at his/your house he’s not shy to take you to the bedroom (or bathroom) for a few.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

is a little skeptical when you ask to try something new, but will still experiment because he wants to see what makes you happy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

like one LMAO he’s not the type to keep going after you orgasm for the first time. once you guys cum, you’re both pretty satisfied as it is.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

like chris, he doesn’t own any but you do. if you’re the dominant one at the moment, you’ll tease his tip with a vibrator to make him squirm and moan your name😇

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s not much of a teaser in the relationship but you are. especially when you’re super horny, you’ll tease the crap out of him no matter what you guys are doing. you just want him to fuck the shit out of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

BOY IS A WHIMPERER AND MOANER. if he’s not dirty-talking, he’ll bury his head into your neck and whimper about how good you feel wrapped around him. when he’s close, his moans will become more rapid.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

if he’s playing video games, he’ll let you cockwarm him. it’s a fun little game he likes to play with you. his one rule is to not move, but if you do, he’ll bend you over the desk while you play the game for him. you lose every time.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

looks lanky but has a decent build. when his body tenses as he’s fucking you, you see his toned muscles more clearly.

not as big as chris, but is more lengthy. i said what i said.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not as high as yours LOL. you wish you could fuck all the time, but he’ll have sex if the both of you are in the mood.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

no matter how tired he is, he’ll make sure your needs are fulfilled before falling asleep. he doesn’t want to leave you hanging. when he does go to sleep, he’ll wrap his arms around you and cuddle until you guys wake up.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[redvdress]

USEFUL

A/N i should get up and get ready for uni but all i can think about right now is the feeling of my lovely, warm, comfy bed and who reminds me of who? touya. touya x childhood friend, can be platonic as well!

just imagine having him around (this would already solve 99% of my problems) especially in these cold and rainy day, and when you get home and it’s freezing-or worse, raining- there he is.

It was one of those chilly autumn afternoons at the Todoroki household when you, as usual, found herself lounging around in Touya’s room.

You were sprawled out on his bed, a book in your hands, while Touya sat on the floor, back against his bedframe, playing with his phone.

It looked like you kicked him out of his own bed right? Well it was the truth.

You let out a long, dramatic sigh, closing your book and tossing it beside you.

“Touya, I’m freezing in here. You mind doing something useful for once?”

Touya didn’t look up from his phone. “Useful? You’ve got the wrong guy, yn. I’m more of a make your life harder kinda dude.”

You smirked, rolling over onto your stomach and propping yourself up on your elbows. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Seriously though, I’m cold. My coffee’s gone cold too.”

You lifted your mug from the floor by his bed, making a face as you swirled the lukewarm liquid. “This sucks.”

Touya, still not looking up, snorted. “And this concerns me how?”

“Because you’ve got fire quirk. So…”

You held the mug out toward him, raising an eyebrow expectantly. “Make yourself useful and warm it up.”

Finally, Touya glanced up from his phone, giving you an incredulous look. “What do I look like, your personal heater?”

Your lips curled into a teasing smile. “Yeah, actually. That’s exactly what you look like. Come on, hotshot. Warm my coffee.”

Touya huffed, clearly annoyed, but there was a glint in his eye that betrayed his amusement. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at your request, but the truth was, he liked the way you pushed his buttons. You were probably the only person who could get away with talking to him like that. Anyone else would’ve gotten a face full of flames by now.

“Fine,” he muttered, pushing himself up from the floor and standing over you.

“But don’t go getting used to this, alright? I’m not your goddamn maid.”

You grinned, sitting up and holding the mug out with both hands like you were offering him some grand responsibility. “Oh, I would never take advantage of you like that.”

Touya gave you a deadpan look. “Liar.”

He reached for the mug, and as soon as his fingers wrapped around it, a small flicker of blue flames ignited in his palm, gently heating the coffee. You watched as the steam began to rise, your eyes glinting with amusement.

“See?” you said, leaning back against the headboard with a satisfied smirk. “This is why I keep you around.”

Touya scoffed, handing the now-steaming mug back to you. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Next time, I’m letting you freeze.”

You took a sip of the coffee, your smile widening as the warmth spread through you.

“There. Happy?” he muttered, pulling his hands back once the coffee was more than adequately warmed.

He snorted, plopping down on the bed beside you. “You’re lucky you’re tolerable. Anyone else and I’d have told them to piss off.”

Before you could respond, Shoto shuffled into the room, his heterochromatic eyes lighting up when he saw you sitting next to Touya.

“You’re back,” he said with a soft smile, his tone lighter than usual.

“Of course, I’m back. I practically live here,” You joked, making space on the bed for him to sit. He still hadn’t quite outgrown the awkwardness around his older brother, but you always tried to smooth things over when you could.

Touya, for his part, scoffed. “What, you got a problem with it?”

Shoto shot him a look, but you waved it off. “Ignore him, Shoto. He’s just grumpy because I made him heat up my coffee.”

Shoto’s lips twitched in amusement. “Why didn’t you just use the microwave?”

“Thank you!” Touya said, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation. “At least someone here has common sense.”

You smirked, taking a slow sip of the coffee. “Because this way, it’s better. And besides, it’s fun watching you get all worked up over something so small.”

Before Touya could respond, Fuyumi called from the kitchen, “Dinner’s almost ready! Will you all come help set the table?”

“I’ll go!” Shoto said quickly, almost as if he was happy for the excuse to escape the tension between his brothers. He shot you a grateful smile before heading toward the kitchen.

Eventually, Touya spoke again, his voice softer than before. “You really are a pain, you know that?”

You grinned, raising your coffee mug in a mock toast. “And yet, you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He huffed, but this time, there was no denying the tiny smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.”

[aaronhotchnersworld]

in sickness and in health

Aaron hotchner x bau wife reader

summary- y/n is sick and Aaron takes care of her

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It was about 11pm and you guys had just finished up a case and were now back at the BAU, thankfully the case was local.

It had been extremely exhausting and the pounding in your head continues to grow along with the tiredness you feel.

You all had some paperwork to finish, Aaron having the most, as always.

You cringe at the paperwork in front of you, wondering if the words on the paper are even going to make sense considering the pounding in your head.

“y/n, just go home. You’re obviously fatigued, running a fever, and you just don’t look well,” Spencer tells you.

“do I seriously look that bad,” you question.

“you just look sick, that’s all.”

You tell him, once again, that you don’t need to go home and he drops it.

For someone as smart as him, you wish he would get the hint that you don’t want Aaron to find out you feel unwell.

Emily walks over to you with a sympathetic look and hands you a bottle of water which you immediately take while thanking her.

“he’s right y/n. it’s clear you don’t feel well,” she tells you before going back to her desk to do her paperwork.

You sigh and prop yourself up in your chair.

As you look around, everyone is focused on there paperwork, you look up to Aarons office, debating on going up there, but the blinds are closed and you figure he has too much paperwork.

You don’t want him to worry about you.

You open up the first folder and the words all look like a blur and your head begins to spin. You close the folder and lay your head on your desk.

“y/n.” You don’t even have to lift your head to know it belonged to Aaron, your husband. You slowly lift your head, the bright lights hurting.

You see Aaron kneeling down next to you, his hand on your back and a concerned look on his face.

“let’s go home y/n/n,” he says as he puts the back of his hand on your forehead.

“i’m fine,” you tell him.

“you’re burning up honey, let’s go,” he tells you as he helps you up. You realize you two are the only ones here.

“where’s everyone else,” you question, extremely confused.

“I told everyone to go home, take the day off tomorrow and that i’d see them all on monday. You were sleeping,” he says softly.

“I feel asleep,” you question disoriented.

“yes honey you fell asleep,” he tells you as you both walk towards the elavator, his hand resting on your back to support you.

You rest your head on his shoulder as you wait for the elevator. Aaron kisses your head.

You both walk into the elevator as the doors open and exit once you get to the ground floor. He opens the passenger side door for you and then closes it once your in.

He walks over to his side and gets in. He pulls out of the parking lot and begins driving home. It’s about a 15 minute drive home.

You really don’t feel good.

As soon as he pulls into the driveway and parks the car, you both get out and walk to the front door. He unlocks it and you both walk in.

Jessica had taken Jack to a sleepover so he won’t be home until tomorrow.

“let’s get you to bed honey,” he says softly as you make your way to the bedroom.

You immediately sit on the bed while Aaron begins grabbing some clothes for him and you.

He grabs himself a pair of grey sweatpants and a black shirt while he grabs you a pair of your pajama shorts and one of his shirts.

You both change.

The pounding in your head seems to be getting worse and Aaron quickly notices and grabs you some medicine.

You both going into the bathroom connecting to your bedroom and brush your teeth, going straight to bed after.

You hoped you would be able to fall asleep quick since you’re exhausted, but the pounding in your head made it nearly impossible.

Your head is resting on aaron’s chest and he begins rubbing your back, knowing it’ll put you to sleep. “close your eyes, you’ll feel better in the morning honey,” he whispers.

You eventually fall asleep but are woken up at the early hour of 2am, nausea taking over you.

You practically jump out of bed and sprint to the bathroom, barely making it before collapsing onto your knees as you start throwing up in the toilet.

You feel Aaron pull your hair back and rub your back. “it’s okay you’re okay,” he tells you.

“aar-” you try to say are but cut off as you continue to throw up.

“it’s okay I gotcha,” he says in a soft tone.

After you finish throwing up, he grabs a washcloth, wets in with cold water and holds it against the back of your neck while you lean against him.

“i’m sorry Aaron I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you whisper to him.

“honey don’t apologize, I want to take care of you when your sick. I love you,” he says softly, as he grabs a hair tie and pulls your hair up.

“I love you too.”

“do you think you’re ready to go back to bed,” he quietly asks you.

You start to feel the nausea coming back and you immediately shake your head no as you put your head back over the toilet, throwing up again.

Aaron continues to rub your back and reassure you that you’ll be okay.

“aaron,” you whine.

“I know y/n i’m sorry,” he says softly.

You lean back onto his chest as you finish throwing up. He kisses your head and puts the washcloth back onto the back on your neck.

“i’m gonna go get you some water, okay?” he asks you. You just nod.

He comes back not even a minute later with a glass of water. “rinse your mouth out honey.” He lifts the glass up to your lips, allowing you to get the water in your mouth.

Everything hurts.

“let’s get you back to bed honey,” aaron tells you. He picks you up gently and take you over to the bed, lifting the comforter to put you under it.

“i’ll be right back,” he tells you softly before walking out.

He returns moments later, a bucket in his hand along with another glass of water.

He sets the bucket on the ground, next to you, just in case you need to throw up again. He sits next to you and puts his hand on your forehand, disappointed to see how warm it feels.

He walks into the bathroom and comes out with another wet washcloth and sets it on your forehead this time.

“drink some more water sweetie,” he says softly as he lifts the glass of water to your lips. You take a few sips of water.

“Thank you for staying with me Aaron, I love you,” you tell him sleepily.

“I’ll always be here for you y/n. In sickness and in health, remember? I love you. Get some rest, i’ll be here when you wake up,” he tells you as he strokes your cheek with his thumb.

You close your eyes and let sleep consume you, knowing you have the best husband in the world.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Could you write an imagine with Ruhn x Reader, like maybe someone that isn’t rlly swayed by his look and is very out off by like the smoking and parties and for the first time he actually has to try to get the girl he wants??? Luv u!!!

Polar opposite

You frowned the moment the loud music hit you. It felt like a physical blow the moment you yanked the door open, trying to press through a sea of sweaty bodies. If it wasn’t for your best friend you would be miles away from places like that. But when duty called, you weren’t about to leave her in place like that drunk. You pull up your phone, hoping the Find Me app will magically guide you to your friends as you curse beneath your breath.

After bumping into an unimaginable amount of tipsy people and dogging at least four sets of hands you finally catch a glimpse of Merc’s silver hair. But the minute you move to take a confident step towards her a firm frame covers your view of the room. You let out a frustrated huff. “Want a hit?”, you don’t even need to lift your head to know who the voice belongs to. Biggest fuck boy this city had seen. But you know his type. Already faced more than one on your visit here. You look him up and down with a scowl, “Ah.. no thank you”, you shoot him a fake smile, trying to outstep the crowned prince only to come in contact with his outstretched hand. “I got the best”, he smirks, waving the cigarette in front of your face.

“Lung cancer?”, you muse, crossing your arms over your chest. “What?”, Ruhn frowns too high to follow through the conversation probably. “The best lung cancer”, you tap his shoulder, “Not interested”, you move to the side once more only for him to follow your lead. Was this guy seriously blind or something? Wasn’t your body language enough for him to understand that you weren’t interested?

“A drink?”, he wiggles his eyebrows, leaning in closer. “You know what I would love actually”, you smile at him as you back away ever so slightly. “Tell me”, Ruhn practically purrs, “I’ll get it for ya, gorgeous”, he beamed. You smile right back at him, hoping that he can’t see the way your eye is practically twitching with annoyance. “I would love for you to piss the fuck off”, you huff, using his surprise to push past him. Was this playing with fire? Most definitely. And was your heart practically beating out of your chest? Yes. But he didn’t need to know that.

A loud sea of “Uffffffff”, echoed around you both. “You just got put in your place”, someone muttered with a laugh, followed by a sharp, “Shut up”, by Ruhn himself. You pushed it all back. Choosing to focus on your friend who was puking into the potted plant. “Come on, Merc”, you breathed out, wrapping an arm around her middle as she tried to apologize but it all barely made sense. You could feel the same purple eyes watching your every move. Even outside as you tried to get your friend seated in your car. It felt as if someone was watching.

His skin had prickled with annoyance when you had kicked him to the curb as if he were nothing. He loved the chase. It was fun at the time. Got the blood flowing. But Ruhn just wanted a careless fuck that night. With someone who had no stupid agenda when it came to him. And too many faces around the room were familiar but he had never seen you before. There was something different about you. No twinkle of excitement as you walked through his living room. At first, he thought that this was just a mask. A game of sorts that would crumble as soon as he introduced himself. But you had looked him up and down the same way you had looked up the messy hallway and the sea of intoxicated people. “Dec”, Ruhn leaned closer to his friend, who even in the middle of the party had his computer propped up on the kitchen counter. “Hmm”, he barely acknowledged Ruhn, throwing back another shot that someone plopped in his hand. “Dig up everything you can find about her”, Ruhn breathed out. Dec lifted his head. Scanning his friend’s face before breaking into a knowing grin.

Ruhn had been leaning against his car for hours. At this point his cigarettes were running low and so was his patience. Until the back door opened up. “The library closed three hours ago”, his voice echoed through the dark alley. Making the person let out a loud shriek. “Urd spare me”, you hiss, hand over your chest as your blazing eyes lock in on him. “Are you insane? Are you following me?”, huffing you reached for the book that had slipped out of your hands, turning back to lock the door.

“Thought you weren’t the one to break the rules”, Ruhn flicked his cigarette one more time before, stepping on it with his foot. Killing the last bits of amber. “I have a card that…”, you stop mid-sentence, raising your head higher, “I don’t have to explain myself to you”. A smirk crept onto his face. Ruhn liked this. This push and pull. The fact that you didn’t want to cave in.

“How did you even know I’ll be here?”, you huff, stepping under the same lamp light. Eyes still blazing in annoyance. But such beautiful eyes. Eyes that pull Ruhn under for a heartbeat too long before he mutters, “Thought I’ll hand deliver an invitation to my party”, he pulls a folded card from his leather jacket. He never sends out invitations to his parties and from the way you raise an eyebrow at him, you appear to be aware of that information.

“No”, you say in that venomous sweet voice before turning away from him. “One party”, he calls over your shoulder but you simply wave him off. “Or are you scared?”, Ruhn throws the last desperate hook and to his surprise, you stop before turning back at him. “I don’t see a point in all that”, you simply shrug, “Drinking, smoking, drugs, strangers puking in your toilet”, you bend finger after finger as you list the things you hate. “Grim”, you add at the very end, making Ruhn let out a chuckle.

“What’s your form of fun?”, if only his friends would see him like this. He’s borderline desperate. To keep this conversation going. To keep you in his company. You just shake your head, “Something you would never like”. Your eyes dart yo to him and Ruhn doesn’t let his gaze falter. “Try me”, he almost dares you, “You might just be surprised”. He can see the way a breath hitches in your throat. You stay silent for a bit before muttering, “I like books”, and there it is, that glimmer, one that people have at his parties. The shine in the eyes, “I like book browsing and just walking through little shops”, your admission has your cheeks growing slightly pink. And fuck if it’s not the most attractive thing Ruhn had seen. He’s not sure what demon makes him do it but, Ruhn finds his mouth betraying him, “How about this. I go with you to do what you like and you do the same with my kind of fun?”, and it’s like you are both taken back by that suggestion. Ruhn catches a flicker of a challenge in your eyes before you nod, “Fine”, your breath, “But you have to enjoy yourself fully, not fake your way through it”, you breathe out, making Ruhn nod as he extends his hand towards you, “Deal”, he mutters. You hesitate to shake his hand for a moment but then your way smaller palm is sliding into his callused one and you are almost sure that you feel a shiver running through his whole body.

[itsjustrosee]

Part 2 for stranded please😔 that call made me lose my mind tbh😔😔thx<3

yes of course I will make a part two!! I really just wanted to say thank you for all of the support on the first part, I'm really happy that you guys liked it <3

I've never written anything as um- graphic- as this before, so if it's bad I'm sorry

But since yall asked, here it is

Stranded pt.2 (Minho x fem!reader)

Pt.1, Pt.2

Context: Go read the first part, that will explain everything (u could read this as a one shot tho I guess)

Warnings: cursing and lots of smut 😖

Word count: 2.8k

! I proof read but there might still be spelling mistakes !

As Minho hung up the phone you couldn't wait to pull his lips back on to yours. Once he did so, he quickly put his phone back in his pocket and turned all of his attention back to you. You drew towards him again, putting your chest right up against his, eliminating any previous space you had from each other.

Your lips merged onto each others again and it resulted in a long, hungry and desperate kiss. You felt heat radiating off of Minho's body as you continued to put your hands all over him. He did the same as he kept his left hand on your ass to keep you propped up on the wall as he continued to kiss you. His other hand found it's way up your thigh, inching higher and higher up. You could feel yourself throbbing between your legs, and eventually you started to become more and more desperate for Minho.

You moved one of your hands to the back of his neck and the other traced down Minho's defined chest and eventually to his lower mid drift, and you gently slipped your fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants. You could feel him grow even harder between your legs because of the sudden contact.

The tension in the room was thick and heavy and you could sense that you were both longing for even more of each other.

"Wow someone's a little eager, huh?" Minho said breathlessly while pulling away from the kiss. The deep rasp in his voice sent shivers down your spine and you couldn't help but feel even more turned on by him.

"Oh shut up Minho." You say while panting. I mean, you'd be lying if you said that you weren't eager, and you'd also be lying if you said you hadn't woken up after dreaming about moments like these with Minho for months.

However, you had always chided yourself for thinking about him in such a way. But why would you even want to admit that you had a crush on the guy who enjoyed making fun of you?

Still no matter how wrong you thought it was, you knew deep down that he was the only boy at your school that you had ever felt any sort of attraction towards. Something drew you to him and you were just so used to denying it and how you felt about him. But now, after admitting out loud that you liked him, it felt as if a pressure in you that was building up by the day had finally disappeared. You didn't even know how long you had been waiting to say it but when you did, it just felt right.

Minho on the other hand didn't have to try and convince himself otherwise. He knew that he liked you, but he could never find the right way to tell you. He was always worried of how you would react if he did. If you would laugh at him or tease him, or if you wouldn't even take him seriously, if you would just think he was joking with you. The thought of ruining any chance of talking to you again, even though the only talking you guys did included insults and teasing the other person, scared him regardless. But he could only avoid telling you for so long. He knew he would end up breaking and saying something to you one day.

After sharing another brief kiss you pulled away from Minho again, "Come on, let's go up to my room." You said while unwrapping your legs from his waist and putting your feet back on the floor, holding his hand in yours as you led him upstairs and into your room. You entered your room and Minho walked in after you, closing the door behind him.

You took off your tights and Minho stepped forward, helping you take off your shirt. He crashed his lips onto yours once more and you had one hand on his chest while the other was futzing with your skirt, desperate to get it off.

Once you had stripped off your remaining pieces of clothing, you remained only in your bra and underwear. Once of your hands traveled lower again and you began to pull down on the waist band of Minho's sweatpants once more. He soon got the hint and pulled down his sweatpants, leaving him in only his boxers. Articles of clothing were scattered around the floor as you and Minho stood close to the edge of your bed. He continued to kiss you as you palmed him through his underwear, causing him to exhale a soft moan as you did so.

You drew away from Minho, one hand lingering on his chest as you dropped down to your knees. You used your other hand to pull down Minho's boxers and they loosely fell to his ankles as his cock sprung out, hitting his stomach. Beads of precum glittered his cock as you took his length in your hands, steadying yourself by removing you hand from his chest and placing it on his upper thigh.

Very quickly, you had to mentally prepare yourself for what you were getting yourself into because Jesus, he was big to say the least.

You could hear Minho's breathing hitch as you slowly began rubbing him up and down, thumb gliding over his tip softly as you looked up at him. "Who's eager now, hm?" You say in a seductive tone that makes Minho's mind spin. You hear him let out a scoff in response.

You let out a giggle as you bring your head closer, littering kissing on Minho's cock as you licked him up and down. He groaned quietly and flung his head back, taking one of his hands and putting it on the back of your head. He tugged at your hair as you kept kissing and rubbing his length up and down, changing your pace from fast to slow in order to tease him slightly.

He moaned once more, "You're really never going to stop teasing me, huh?" He said with a soft chuckle while pulling his head back up, allowing himself to look at you. He was making a joke but it was obvious that he was desperately waiting for you to give him more.

"I'm not teasing you Minho." You said in an innocent voice before pausing, "Just tell me what you want me to do."

"Oh- come on. You know what I want you to do." He says while continuing to let out soft moans due to you to licking him up and down, taking his tip in your mouth and swirling your tongue around it before pulling away once more.

"Maybe I do. But I want to hear you say it." You say while grinning up at him. You knew you were being a bit unfair to him but you just loved seeing him act like this, the way he turned into putty at your touch. I guess you could say you finally liked having some power over him, after he was the one teasing you for so many years.

You could hear in his voice how impatient he was getting, "I want my dick down your throat," he said while beginning to grip your hair harder. "Is that clear enough for you Princess?" He said. His tone more desperate and pleading this time.

"Your not even going to ask me politely?" you questioned, knowing that you were definitely pushing your luck, but you wanted to see how far he'd be willing to let you tease him.

Minho sighed before he continued, "Please." And that was all you needed to hear.

You took Minho's cock in your mouth all at once, choking on his length as the head of his dick hit the back of your throat. He let out a groan and threw his head back once more. You pulled your mouth away and then kept sucking him off. The way you swirled your tongue around his dick warranted whimpers and moans from Minho that he was clearly trying to hold in.

Minho was a popular guy and he had been with girls previously. Maybe he had gotten drunk at a party or two and gotten lucky with some random girl, but nothing compared to how you took him. You were gentle yet so passionate with him and he was absolutely losing his mind. He was sure he would never be able to feel this good from anyone else's doing but yours.

He mumbled words of praise to you as you continued to quite literally, suck the life out of him, and you enjoyed seeing how pleasured he felt by your touch.

Minho used the hand he had on your head to guide your movements as you continued to move your mouth up and down his cock. And sooner then even Minho imagined, he was almost over the edge.

"Oh- fuck- I'm close." Minho said breathlessly, yet despite his warnings you kept your movements the same. And when he finally came in your mouth, you swallowed every last bit of him up.

"You did so well for me baby." Minho said while helping you back up, bringing you in and kissing you again. He took a handful of your ass in his large hands, making you moan into his mouth at the sudden contact. Then suddenly, he picked you up and tossed you onto the bed and he began to climb on top of you.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a mix of confusion and excitement in your voice.

"What do you mean? Did you really think that I'd be done with you already?" He questioned again as he looked down at you with a grin that you couldn't help but to reciprocate. "It's your turn now princess." He said while sliding off your panties.

You would be lying if you said you hadn't been soaking wet this entire time. The ache between your legs was prominent as Minho slid his fingers into you, making you moan loudly.

"Wow looks like someone's already excited, huh?" Minho said, teasing you slightly as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. He was being agonizingly slow and you cursed at yourself mentally for teasing him earlier because now he planned on doing the exact same to you.

"Well your one to talk." You said with a bit of an attitude, but in actuality you were just trying to pull yourself together. You couldn't help but moan as Minho used his free hand to squeeze your breast and used his mouth to kiss the skin along your bra line.

"So you're giving me attitude now, hm?" He said softly as he brought his mouth up to your ear and whispered.

"N-no I'm sorry, just please-" You said, voice breaking because of how Minho's thumb began circling your cunt.

"Please what? Use your words sweetheart." He said against your ear as he began kissing you down your neck.

"Please Minho you know what I want you to do." you say before continuing, "please don't make me say it." you said, basically begging him. I mean, it was bad enough how eager you were to let his hands explore all over your body, you weren't trying to loose the last ounce of pride and dignity you had left.

"Fine. I'll let you off easy just this once princess. But next time I'm making you beg for it." Minho said slowly and you could tell he wasn't lying.

He took his fingers out of you and moved his way down your body, his head stopping at your thighs as he used his hands to spread them apart. He kissed the skin on the inside of your thighs before turning his attention to your throbbing pussy.

He licked a strip through your folds and then his mouth began to attack your heat. You moan and throw your head back as he continues to devour you. Each lick sending shivers down your spine, making your back arch, further incasing his head between your thighs. He kept both of his hands at your hips firmly to keep you from squirming out of your grip. And as he continued to go down on you, he worked magic with his tongue and you could soon feel heat rising to your core as he did so. He ate you out as if he were a starved man who hadn't eaten in days, and you couldn't help but continuously moan his name while he did so. You kept your hand on his head, ruining his perfectly styled hair while doing so, while your other hand on your mouth, trying so desperately to silence your loud moans.

You feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm as you gasped out, "Minho I'm- I'm really close." But before you could cum, Minho pulled his face away from your pussy making you whimper, "What? why- why'd you stop?" you said while panting.

"Sorry baby, but if your going to come, then it'll be around my cock." Minho says with a smirk as finds his way back on top of you, legs between yours and his hands resting on either side of you. He was already rock solid again as he lined the tip of his dick up with your entrance.

He began pushing in his head slowly and you let out a sharp gasp. You hadn't actually processed how big Minho was, not until he was about to go inside you. "Your too big." You could barley mumble out.

"You're alright baby. I know you'll be able to take it, right?" He asks, waiting for you to give him an actual confermation. He wasn't going to ever force you into something you didn't want to do.

You let out a nod but Minho just looked at you once more, "Words sweetheart." Minho reminded you as a soft smile tugged on the edge of his lips.

"I-I will be." You say before gulping, "I'll be okay." He brushed his hand against your cheek and moved a piece of your hair behind your ear as you said this.

"Good girl. That's what I thought." Minho cooed, and with one swift push he entered you fully, allowing his thick cock to stretch out your walls. You moaned loudly and the quick pain you felt turned into pleasure as you enjoyed the feeling of being filled up by him.

"Fuck- your so tight." Minho said as he let out a groan, slowly pulling himself back out of you and then in again.

You had been with only one other boy before and though you had thought of it as a good experience, comparing it to the one you were having with Minho right now, it was nothing. Minho knew exactly what he was doing and he was great at doing it. He knew just the right ways to make you squirm and moan his name, and it was safe to say he definitely knew how to get the right reaction out of you. You could do nothing but savor the feeling of him in you, he made you feel whole.

Your moans only got louder as Minho continued to pump deeply in and out of you. Again, you felt yourself growing closer and closer to an orgasm and Minho could feel this by the way your walls began to tighten even more around his cock. He slowed his thrusts down and would then speed up again, edging on your orgasm.

"Minho please.” you said desperately as he continued to pound into you.

"please what baby?" Minho said while panting. You had to give it to him, he had the stamina of a god. I mean shocker he's on the track team, so that's to be expected.

"Please just let me come- I'm so close." You said, your tone even more desperate then before as you basically begin to beg him.

"Alright princess, since you asked nicely." Minho said with a chuckle. God he still managed to be cocky even in situations like these. You could tell that he was close by the way his thrusts ended up become harder yet more and more sloppy. You felt waves of euphoria coming over you as one last thrust on Minho’s end was able to tip you over the edge. You finally unwound under him, moaning and overstimulated as he finished in you with one last thrust. “You’re so good for me.” Minho said while he kept his cock in your pussy for a moment longer. He gently kissed you as he pulled out and laid down next to you on the bed, slinging his arm around your shoulder. “You did so well baby, you know that right?” He said breathlessly as you both lied there panting. It definitely sounded like you had just ran a marathon now.

You looked at him and smiled as turned to your side and rested your hand on his chest.

“come on princess let’s take a shower and get you cleaned up,” Minho said while kissing you once more on the forehead before getting up and offering his hand to help you up from your bed.

God, you loved this man.

@minminho0 (Im proud of myself for not forgetting to tag u lol)

okay yall this is it and I really hope you guys liked it. It took me a while to finish this because Ive never rlly written anything like this but uh theres a first time for everything right?

Also I have seen ur guys requests and I'm going to start working on them now but I will be doing a kind of first come first serve typa thing.

anyways I just wanted to say thank you again for all of the support that you guys have been giving me, it really means so much ❤️

[oldiesstationlover11607]

hihi i LOVED the elevator imagine !! i notice you have 5sos on your masterlist but none written yet. could you maybe write a platonic! 5sos x reader where she's been with them since the beginning and helps them out with all of their music videos and stuff?

thank youuu and have a good day :)

🍁anon

Music Video - 5sos x Reader

Warnings: none!

Word count: idk lol bc I typed this on ma phone 📞

A/n: hope you like this! Would love to more 5sos stuff!!!

I stood behind the camera, clipboard in hand, watching the chaos unfold on set. Lights were being adjusted, Calum was running late (as usual), and Luke was trying his best not to trip over the wires as he rehearsed his part. A smile tugged at my lips, the scene all too familiar.

“Hey, can we get a little more light over here?” I called out, waving toward the far side of the set. “This angle’s too dark.”

The crew adjusted the lighting, and I nodded, satisfied. Keeping things together behind the scenes wasn’t always easy, but after so many years, it had become second nature. I’d been with these guys since the beginning—since the days when they were just a group of teenagers uploading covers to YouTube.

The familiar sound of Michael’s guitar strumming filled the air as the camera started rolling again. I watched him, remembering the first video I’d ever helped them with. Out of My Limit. Back then, they were just figuring things out. I guess we all were.

“Y/N, you’re a lifesaver.” Luke’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as he came over, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “Seriously, we’d be lost without you.”

I grinned. “You’d manage. Eventually.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know about that. Thanks for always making sure we don’t completely fall apart.”

“Someone has to,” I teased, nudging him with my elbow. “You’re lucky I haven’t quit yet.”

Luke’s face softened, and for a second, it felt like everything around us blurred out. “We’re really lucky to have you. Don’t think we don’t know it.”

I rolled my eyes to hide the warm feeling that bloomed in my chest. “Alright, enough with the sappy stuff. Go check on Ashton before he forgets his part again.”

Luke laughed and wandered off. As he left, I spotted Calum sitting off to the side, tuning his bass. He gave me a small wave, and I made my way over, plopping down next to him.

“How’s it going, Cal?” I asked.

“Good,” he replied with a grin. “You know, the usual last-minute panic.”

“Of course. Wouldn’t be a 5SOS video without it.”

He laughed, then turned a little more serious. “You know… I don’t think we ever say it enough, but you keep us grounded, Y/N. Especially when things get a little crazy.”

I blinked, surprised by his words. “You guys do fine on your own.”

“Nah,” Calum said, shaking his head. “We really don’t. You’re always here, making sure we don’t go too far off the rails.”

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and smiled. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Right,” he said softly, before smirking and nudging me with his elbow. “Plus, who else is gonna keep Ashton in check?”

Speak of the devil, Ashton appeared, his hair a bit wild, clearly having rushed to make it to set. “Sorry, sorry,” he panted. “Traffic was insane.”

“You’re always late,” I teased, raising an eyebrow. “I swear, one day we’re going to lock you out.”

“Hey, if you do that, then who’s gonna bring all the creative flair to these videos?” Ashton shot back with a grin.

I crossed my arms. “Creative flair, huh? Remind me again who came up with the ridiculous prop idea for ‘Amnesia?’”

Ashton blinked. “Okay, maybe not my best moment, but I stand by it.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Sure, sure. But we all know who really has the final say around here.”

“That’s true,” Ashton admitted, holding his hands up in surrender. “You’ve got the vision, Y/N.”

Before I could respond, I felt someone behind me. Turning, I saw Michael, guitar in hand, looking at me with a mischievous grin.

“You remember the first shoot?” he asked, his tone full of nostalgia.

“How could I forget? You were the one who almost knocked the camera over—like, every five minutes.”

“Hey, I was nervous!” he defended, laughing.

I punched his arm lightly. “I kept telling you not to stress so much. Look at you now, rockstar.”

Michael shrugged, his expression softening. “You’ve been here since day one, Y/N. We wouldn’t have made it this far without you.”

Hearing that from Michael, of all people, made my heart swell. These boys—they’d been my boys for so long. I wasn’t just their friend; I was part of the family. And as much as they had grown and changed over the years, some things stayed the same. I was the glue behind the scenes, keeping everything running smoothly. And they never let me forget how much they appreciated that.

By the time the video shoot wrapped up, we were all sprawled out at a small table, eating takeout and reminiscing.

“We should do something special for you,” Luke said through a mouthful of fries. “Like, I don’t know… throw you a parade or something.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Just keep making good music, and we’re even.”

“Deal,” Ashton said, raising his drink in a mock toast.

The rest of the guys followed suit, their eyes full of warmth and gratitude as they raised their drinks.

I grinned, holding up my own. “To the next video.”

“To the next video,” they echoed.

As I sat there, surrounded by laughter and the comfort of old friends, I couldn’t help but feel grateful. I’d been with them since the start, and I wasn’t going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.

//

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[aquagirl1978]

Hi :D I'd like to pretty please request azel 😈 :3, please and thank you!!

Hey @floydsteeth - so nice to see you in my inbox! You really made me work with this one - Azel is an interesting guy and quite unlike any other suitor I've written before. Thank you to the amazing translators on here for sharing their work - I'd be lost without your work. With this fic, I have once again written for all IkePri suitors.

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A/N: Part of my Naughty or Nice event Pairing: Azel Radwan x Reader Prompt: naughty Word Count: 616 Tags: spicy? i tried, it's hard with this guy

“Where do you think you're going?”

You turned around slowly, your bag still in your hand, to face Azel who was lying in bed. Awake.

“I was going for a walk. Outside. I’ve been cooped up in this room with you for….three days? Not that you care,” you replied defiantly.

“You’re right. I don’t care.” He sighed dramatically and fell back onto the bed. “But if you must go out –”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Bad things and misfortune will come my way. Right?”

“Where do you think you're going?”

You turned around slowly, your bag still in your hand, to face Azel who was lying in bed. Awake.

“I was going for a walk. Outside. I’ve been cooped up in this room with you for….three days? Not that you care,” you replied defiantly.

“You’re right. I don’t care.” He sighed dramatically and fell back onto the bed. “But if you must go out –”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Bad things and misfortune will come my way. Right?”

“You could just stay here?” He rolled over onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. Positioned like this, with his lean body sprawled out and his long hair, tied in a perfect ponytail, falling over his shoulder and his eyes – oh, those opalescent eyes – that you found to be so mysterious and mesmerizing, he did look like the God he claimed to be.

“No thanks.”

Azel sighed again, this time louder and more dramatic. “Fine. You win. Leave me here all by myself.” He covered his face with his hand, pretending to wipe away fake tears. He quickly looked up, his gaze fixed on your bag. “If you are going out…”

“Let me guess, you want something.”

“Well, I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

“There’s some dorayaki over there. A gift from Kagari. You can have that.”

Azel made a horrified face. “Do you think that is a suitable treat for a God?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Your loss then.”

“Tch, I suppose I can eat one if you refuse your God this one little favor.”

“My God? You’re my lover, not my God.”

“Aren’t they the same thing?” 

You stared at him blankly, your arms crossed tight against your chest.

“I should punish you for this defiance. Come here.”

Deciding it would be easier to simply accept your “punishment” rather than argue with a petulant God, you walked over to him, standing beside his bed. “I’m here.”

“Bend down a little closer,” he asked.

Seriously?  Boy, was he making you work for this. 

You plopped down on the bed next to him as ungraciously as possible , ignoring the disgusted look on his face. “Let’s say I eventually leave this room, and I manage to get you a nice snack – one appropriate for a God – what will you do for me? As repayment.”

“Don’t be silly. I’m a God. Gods don’t pay for things,” he scoffed.

“I told you, you're my lover, not a God,” you reminded softly, your hand reaching for his hair, “and as my lover….”

“What are you doing?” he bristled as you combed your fingers through his hair, removing his hair tie.

“Shh… you look so pretty with your hair down.” You ran your hand through his hair, long silky strands cascading like a silvery waterfall around his shoulders, a pale, pink blush colored your lover’s cheeks.

It didn’t take long for him to close his eyes and make a soft, pleased sound.  As if his body betrayed him, his shoulders jerked and his eyes opened, his gaze narrowing, meeting yours.

“If you’re going to complain, I'll just have to…”

“Do what?” he asked, daring you, as your face approached his.

“Nothing,” you said, your voice teasing as you gazed into his eyes. You felt a slight spark the moment your skin made contact with his; dragging a finger slowly down his arm, you linked your fingers with his when you reached his hand.

“I’m going to charge you for this…” His voice wavered, lacking its earlier confidence, as he stared back into your eyes.

You do that, you thought. It was well worth any price to watch the living God break before your eyes.

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[bitterbutblue]

august 1998

~ hii guys sorry for dying! but here is the first chapter to our new series for all our robin lovers, called remember me, 1999! ermm in case u guys r confused where this is set the answer is unclear its a fun little combination of east asia cultures

summer evening is perfect for falling in love, right? so let me show you a world you've long lost before.

tw asian parents idk~

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The familiar ding! of the bell hanging above the door has you heaving out another sigh as you put down the book you were reading, looking up to see whichever customer had walked through the door. An old man- was he here yesterday? He came here once in a while, always got a pack of sweets and cigarettes. You don't ask him much, you always just smiled at him. But today he only gets the cigarettes and you decide it's just best not to ask.

"Thank you."

The gravelly voice cuts through the humid air, hitting you with this chill you can't quite put your finger on but you just nod, swallowing.

"You're welcome. Have a good day."

Scoffing, the man turns to leave and you wonder what you did to piss him off but whatever. With an eyeroll, you lay your head down on the countertop again, flipping open a new magazine to find something entertaining. The flashy photographs of random celebrities really didn't catch your eye, nor were you fully interested in it. But what else can you do when your mom asks you to man the countertop of the convenience store instead of letting you go out with your friends for like, the eigth time this week?

"Again?"

The cheeky voice is like a disruption of your silence, but you can't stop the feeling of your heart leaping slightly.

"Shut up, Stelle."

A tall figure walks in, throwing a bag over the counter and you feel it plop down right next to you as she moves to lean against the counter.

"Seriously, you never go out anymore."

"I'd love to be able to, seriously. How about you ask my mom and tell her to let me out?"

"Oh please." Stelle scoffs "I'd rather jump off a bridge than confront your mom."

You look up, head propped up against the palm of your hand as you eye the girl up and down, a suspicious feeling growing in your gut.

"What's in the bag? Why are you here?"

"Summer's almost over. Bag's full of the stuff I borrowed from you earlier. I just finished delivering newspapers." She shrugs "Got nothing to do now. March is busy. Dan Heng is... god knows where he is."

"Library?"

"Makes sense."

Pause.

"So you don't need anything?"

"Why would you assume I need something!"

She got way too overprotective, pushing herself off the countertop and staring at you with eyes that just screamed 'oh FUCK'. You groan, burying your head in your arms.

"Again?"

"Please, it's the last time I’ll ask you to come with me!”

Another familiar ding, a customer walks in and Stelle pipes down. Her voice quieter, but still holding the same pleading tone as she now throws in the bonus puppy-dog eyes that have you cringing in disgust every time physically but inside you hated how it made you feel rather... warm.

"Please?"

"Oh fuck you, fine." You curse, shoving Stelle away as she whoops and cheers, pushing herself off the counter and you shush her before the customer starts seriously judging you two. "So am I meeting you at 8?"

"Yeah! Same as always, my house. Love you! You're the best!" She calls out as she dashes out the door, the bell ringing through the now empty store once more. You don't realise you're smiling until your face drops at the voice behind you.

"She's always so eager."

You turn around at the sound of your mother's voice, not saying anything as she helps the customer pay for their snacks.

"You shouldn't get distracted-"

"I know, I won't." You mumble "I've been looking at universities already, I swear."

"You apply next year, don't fool around." She warns, her purple eyes narrowing at the magazine in your hands, and you feel a stirring irritation in your stomach you try to suppress. "School's in two days. Pull yourself together."

"Yes ma'am." You mumble as you stuff the magazine under the counter, moving away.

"You have training tomorrow, by the way!" She calls out after you as you head out the door, and you just do throw a thumbs up over your shoulder before shoving the door open.

The humid air hits you before anything else and you half-regret leaving the safety of your very much cool and well ventilated shop that your mom runs. You huff, forcing yourself to walk up the hill across the street up to where Stelle resides as the sun begins to set over the view of the city over the railings. You take in the sight, the city tucking the now-tired sun in for the night as the moon prepares itself for another day of watching over the city. Watching over you.

Stelle had always told you about wanting to travel beyond the skies one day, and you've always just laughed at her or teased her for her antics but you can't shake off this twinge in your chest as she discusses what lies beyond the stars. The idea of growing up haunts you, every day feels like a ticking time bomb and you feel like it's about to implode inside you. Lost in your thoughts, you feel your eyes glaze over slightly as you just move your body, one foot forward, another foot forward, another-

"Hey!"

A sharp tug on the back of your shirt has you letting out a choked cry as you stumble back. With your left foot tripping over your right, you fall to the ground with a dull thud, a searing pain shooting up your back as you land comedically onto your butt.

"What the fuck-"

Roaring, a car speeds by along with a gust of wind that slaps you right across the face. You scramble to your feet, pushing yourself away from the edge of the road you hadn't even realised you reached.

"Are you okay?"

A soft voice next to you causes you to flinch slightly, turning around with a quick whip of the head.

The girl that stood in front of you adorns the greenest eyes you've ever seen, like a lake on a summer day. The same green eyes you saw almost every day as a child, lilac hair now much longer and a shade darker.

Maybe it is best to pretend to not recognise her.

"I'm fine. Thanks." You say hoarsely, quickly getting up onto your feet. You wince at the quick movement, feeling the sharp pain on your lower back and you just know there's gonna be a bruise forming there tomorrow.

"Y/n?"

"Yep. Nice seeing you again, Robin."

You straighten up, looking the girl dead in the eyes now. She looks much more mature, but to be fair the last time you saw her, she was nine. She holds herself with the same elegance and grace, in a way you never could do yourself. She's still the same child you played with at the park, that you saw after school, that you shared snacks with on the swings. You never thought you'd see her again after that day. You never thought you'd want to talk to her after that day but-

"What are you doing here?" You ask awkwardly, shifting your weight from one foot to another. Her face darkens slightly, shock fading into a look that you can't fully decipher.

"I live here now. I just had a meeting with the school."

You take a small step back, taking in her full appearance. She's wearing school uniform- your school's uniform with the same badge adorned on the left patch pocket.

"You- what? I thought you moved to the states."

"Things happened." Her tone seemed much sharper, much more strained now. She looks at you in a way that makes you feel like apologising for no reason and it's very unsettling.

She was nothing like the Robin you knew.

But it's been years.

"I'm sorry."

A soft look quickly returns to her eyes as she shakes her head, holding her hands out in front of her apologetically.

"Ah- that was too harsh, wasn't it? I'm sorry. I just don't like talking about it."

"It's alright, I'm sorry for asking."

Silence fills the space as you awkwardly look around you- taking in each tree and each rock, each flower that blooms, anything but her.

"I'll see you around?"

"Probably."

Robin nods, shooting you a soft smile that you think hasn't changed since she left, before walking down the path you came from.

"Fuck."

Out of all people to have saved you from a speeding car, you didn't expect it to be your childhood best friend who left to the US one day. Out of everyone, she was the last person you expected to see back in the city. Something must've happened that brought her back, and it was best not to pry.

Stelle is still waiting for you, so you quickly make your way up the rest of the hill, crossing the road that almost killed you before reaching her house.

"Bitch, what took you so long?"

You fight the urge to throw a rock at her when she opens the door.

"I ran into Robin."

Her eyes widened.

"Robin? The Robin who left before middle school started?”

“Yeah.”

“Isn’t she in the states? I thought her family was loaded.”

“Who knows” You shrug, kicking off your shoes as you step into her house, Stelle moving aside quickly before shutting the door. “What’s the plan for tonight?”

“Same as before. We can just sneak in through the back up to the roof.”

“Why can’t you do this yourself?”

“You’re telling me you don’t want to see the full moon at it's brightest? Come on!" Stelle groans, throwing herself onto you. You wince, stumbling forward with a small smile on your face as you shove her off you. Stelle shoots you a grin, indicating how she's fully aware of how she's succeeded already. "Oh, you wanna see it so bad."

"I don't! I'm just coming to spend time with my friend." You mumble softly.

Stelle's favourite place to go to was this abandoned building that was technically off limits and would be trespassing if they were ever caught, but she loves seeing the stars from that building so you always accompanied her because you can't deny how beautiful the sky can look even on the days where it's believed to be bad. You can't deny

"Yeah yeah, whatever." She takes your hand, pulling you into her room. You just follow her as she throws the door open to reveal her messy room. A small room, made even more cramped with how she throws her stuff around. Clothes strewn across the floor and books stacked in places it shouldn't be stacked in. The actual bookshelf itself is neglected, filled with random junk Stelle definitely has not touched since she was twelve- and one too many raccoon figurines.

She moves to pull out a backpack that was hidden beneath her pile of clothes, opening it up widely and moving to stuff a blanket inside alongside a notebook and whatever else Stelle needs on her astrology days.

"Should we bring snacks?"

"We're not watching a fucking movie."

"Might as well be." She shrugs, throwing a bag of chips into her bag as well before zipping it up "You hungry? I have leftovers in the fridge."

"I'm good." You nudge some of her clothes away with your foot to clear a space on the floor for you to sit down as she throws herself onto the bed with a grin.

"I'm so excited."

"If I get kicked off the archery team, I'm fucking you up."

"If we get caught, kicking you off the team would be the least of your concerns."

The only sound echoing through the nights was the sound of cars zooming by on the street across the old, abandoned building, and the cicadas singing under the lamp lights. The peaceful sound of a summer evening coming to its end is so graciously ruined by Stelle kicking down the back door to the staircase up to the roof.

"That was so unnecessary." You hiss as she tugs your sleeve, motioning for you to follow her up. You sit on the edge of the roof as Stelle sets up her equipment.

"Shut up. I looked cool as fuck."

"No you didn't."

As the headlights of cars zoomed by like laser pointers on a map, you take in the last of the summer days- the cool evening air brushing by and your heart is racing in your chest. The thrill of your feet dangling over the edge, the thrill of this moment with Stelle, the thrill of falling. You breath in deeply, letting out an audible sigh as you look up at the starry night. It's rare to get such clear nights, and you really would rather not be anywhere else.

"Dude, come take a look."

Quickly, you turn to move yourself off the edge as you walk over to Stelle's telescope set up. It was a rusty thing, something she got at a yard sale but she fixed it up herself with duct tape and whatever screws she could find. It creaks whenever she adjusts it and looks like it's on it's last limbs but she loves it with her whole heart. You can't help but swallow slightly when you take in the sight of her, grinning like an excited child in her oversized tee with a fiery look in her eyes that you only see in the dark when the stars are out.

Looking into the telescope, you smile. The moon itself isn't very clear, and given the status of the telescope you understand why. But its beauty still somehow prevails through it all.

"Looks nice."

"That's it?"

Stelle scoffs, pulling you away from the telescope as she quickly moves to look back at it.

"It's perfect."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You stand next to her, watching her as she looks through the telescope with the softest smile on her face as she mumbles whatever astrological science stuff to herself. The way she's been making you feel for the past couple weeks has you feeling sick to your stomach, because you know you're not supposed to look at your best friend like that.

The sound of a door creaking open has the two of you whipping your heads around to the source of the sound- fuck, did someone see you sitting on the roof?

Stelle looked like she was about to bolt for it until the person behind the door walks out, revealing the girl you saw earlier today. Revealing Robin.

"Oh, I didn't realise people were here."

Her voice is quiet, softer than it was earlier today. You just sorta nod at her and Stelle's eyes widen.

"Robin?"

"Hello. You're...?"

"Stelle, same fourth grade class?"

"Ah, right."

It's terribly awkward.

"You're not actually allowed to be here."

"You're here too."

"Ah, right."

Stelle looks away, clearing her throat as she looks at you desperately, clearly wanting you to take over the conversation before it goes wrong.

"Stelle just likes dragging me up here for the stars." You say softly, gesturing at the telescope "Why are you here?"

"Needed space." Robin shrugs, not looking at you, but at the telescope. "It's suffocating at home. I've been coming here for a bit the past few days. I don't know why I'm telling you all this, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise." Stelle smiles, and Robin forces a smile back. It feels weird knowing that you can't read her as well now, even though frankly it doesn't matter. "Wanna take a look?"

She just hesitates, looking to you before looking back at Stelle.

"It's okay. Sorry for intruding."

Before you can even say anything, Robin closes the door- leaving you and Stelle alone on the rooftop once more.

"She's different."

"It's been nine years."

Stelle shrugs.

"I know, but still. Change is weird."

"You've changed, haven't you?" You raise an eyebrow

"I guess. I don't see it though." Stelle fiddles with a part of the telescope that's sticking out "Have I changed?"

"Of course. From when I met you to now, yeah. But it's just hard to recognise exactly what the change is."

"Hm."

Stelle just leans back down to look at the moon.

"The moon changes once in a while to us, but at it's core it's always the same."

"Philosophical bitch." You grin, shoving her lightly as she laughs. And in this moment you want to take a photo of her smile under the beam of the moonlight, the last days before you're thrown back to a cycle of endless burdens and weights. The last days where you can just smile at the stars too.

Days pass by like hours when you can barely register your own thoughts. You find yourself standing with a backpack and archery bag in hand, standing right in front of the convenience store door as your mom crosses her arms.

"You need to-"

"Yes, I will talk to my coach about the competitions."

"And the-"

"Yes, I'll talk to Ms. Ruan Mei about the bonus credits in second semester."

Your mom heaves out a sigh, nodding.

"Good."

You don't look back at her, feeling her gaze on your back as she steps forward.

"Please start taking this seriously."

You grip the bag in your hand tightly.

"I have been."

You hear her footsteps, before her hand rests on your shoulders. You fight the urge to tense up.

"I'm just looking out for you." She whispers "I don't want you to end up like me."

You swallow.

"I know."

People are walking to school, shooting you weird looks and you notice a flash of lilac before your mother steps into view, forcing you to look into her eyes.

"I love you."

"Love you too." You mumble, looking down.

"Ms. Yukong?"

The voice has you frowning as your mother looks up in confusion, turning around.

"Robin!"

Robin smiles her perfect-girl smile.

"It's been so long, how are you?"

"I'm good." She nods "Transferring back is a large step, so I hope adjustment will be alright."

You just stand there, fingernails digging into your palms as the weight of your backpack starts a slight ache in your lower back but your mother talks and talks, and Robin smiles and responds happily in a way that you didn't see her doing earlier with you.

"Mom, I need to go. Robin, we'll be late."

"Right, yes. Please remember to ask-"

"I will! I will." You didn't mean to snap but fuck, that was the last straw. Robin hesitates at the sound of your harsh voice, looking between you and your mom quickly before bidding farewell with a polite half-bow.

"Why did you come up?" You hiss quietly at her as soon as your mother is out of ear-shot "Seriously?"

"What? You looked so uncomfortable, I was just trying to help." Robin whispers back as you both walk up the hill you almost got ran over yesterday.

"I don't need help." You grunt as you heave your bag onto your shoulder.

"Sorry."

The two of you just walk up in silence, chatter echoing around you but the two of you stay silent. The entire walk has you feeling like the bag on your back is growing heavier, and by the time you reach the school you feel exhausted. Your muscles ache, and you feel the searing pain of the strap of the backpack digging into your shoulders as you gently drop your archery bag down onto the ground.

"God. Fuck. This is a terrible start." You curse to yourself as you catch your breath. You feel this presence standing next to you, and you look up to see Robin just looking down, staring at you. "What are you looking at?"

"Uh- well." Robin shifts slightly, playing with a ring on her finger "I'm technically new, so... where do I go?"

You want to say no. You want to walk away from her.

"Follow me." You grit your teeth, picking up the bag. "We're taking a detour first. What class are you in?"

"4A."

Oh, just great. Same as yours.

"Wonderful." You mumble as you shove your bodyweight against the door to the locker rooms, throwing your archery bag in there before leading her out. "We're upstairs. I'll let you talk to Ms. Ruan Mei."

By the time you arrive, Stelle has already sat down in her usual seat, an empty one next to you. Her smile fades into a look of shock when she sees Robin walk in next to your very much disgruntled looking form.

"Robin?"

"Hi, Stelle."

You force a smile at Stelle.

"It's gonna be great. Great year. Just wonderful."

[gloomzi]

A Little Death

PAIRING sam riordan/emma meyer/gn!reader

WORD COUNT 743

SUMMARY (Y/N) comes back from class to find their partners, Emma and Sam, have started having fun without them.

WARNINGS sfw despite what the summary might sound like, reader is somewhat more dominant in the relationship, they/them pronouns for reader

NOTES this is my first fic on this blog + my first x reader in many many years, pls go easy on me 😭😭 i don't think this is my best work by any means but i wanted to write something gen v so here it is! title is from a the neighbourhood song btw :p that being said, hope yall enjoy!

Sam's hands rested gently on Emma's waist, fingers rubbing small circles over her hip bones as she kissed down his neck gently. Though he was mostly distracted by the sensation of her lips ghosting over his adam’s apple, he could just faintly hear the sound of (Y/N) entering the room, his eyes opening slowly to meet their gaze, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched them stand stock-still, bag slung over their shoulder. Emma had stopped briefly too, glancing over her shoulder to smirk at their partner before picking up where she left off, sucking a bruise right under Sam's jaw.

"Why do you guys always start having fun without me?" (Y/N) whined, walking over and forcing their way between them. Emma laughed, shoving their shoulder gently before allowing herself to be pushed out of the way, watching fondly as they pushed and pulled at Sam until he was sat in their lap. Though Sam was much taller than (Y/N), they were always eager to dote on him, this position becoming common between the two. From an outsider's perspective it probably looked silly, but Emma found it sweet and loved seeing the dynamic her partners had fallen into.

Sam huffed, crossing his arms, "We always start without you because you're always late,” He pouted.

Emma giggled, “Like seriously, do you just chat with everyone on your way back from class, or…?” (Y/N) rolled their eyes, ignoring Emma’s comment to squeeze Sam’s face lightly.

“Whiners, the both of you.” They muttered, kicking at Emma’s shin lightly.

Groaning, Emma moved closer to the pair, her legs propped up on either side of Sam’s, chest pressed into his back. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but she wanted to be close, so she’d deal with it for the moment. Wrapping her arms around Sam’s waist, she placed her head between his shoulders before loosening her grip so (Y/N) could maneuver him as they pleased. Using the hands that were already on his face, (Y/N) pulled him into a soft kiss, gentle and slow, his eyes fluttering shut as a hum of content slipped from his lips.

(Y/N) smiled slightly into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of the other boy's fingers sliding up the sides of their neck and settling behind their head. Sam nipped at their lower lip, smirking when he felt their fingers flex against his cheeks before trying to pull him in deeper. Emma watched them continue to kiss for a few more seconds before latching her own lips onto Sam's shoulder, biting lightly. The boy's breath hitched as he pulled away from (Y/N), a strand of spit following him back as he gripped Emma's thigh tightly in his left hand, his nails digging into her skin. His other hand held a handful of (Y/N)’s shirt, who watched the pair with half lidded eyes, their hands falling to Sam’s sides as Emma moved up his neck slowly, small bruise's starting to form a trail.

(Y/N) huffed a laugh, squeezing the boy’s waist lightly before smacking Emma’s knee, "First you start without me and now Sam gets all your attention," They pouted, though the lilt in their voice made it clear they didn’t actually mind.

Emma snickered, shaking her head, “Ohhh, poor baby! C’mere, I’ll give you all the attention you want,” She said, pulling away from Sam to lay beside the pair. After a moment of shuffling (Y/N) had been pulled into Emma’s lap, Sam’s face pressed into Emma’s collarbone, a barely noticeable smile on his face as he stared up at them. (Y/N)’s face had gone red, arms crossed tightly over their chest, still unused to the switch in position. Sure, they could appreciate being the one on the receiving end of the doting from time to time, but it wasn’t common, especially from Emma. Still, Emma cooed at their awkwardness, finding it cute as always, uncrossing their arms quickly and linking their hands together.

“Better?” Emma teased, swinging their hands with a grin. Sam chuckled besides them, muttering something about them being cute into Emma’s neck. 

“Just kiss me already!” (Y/N) whined, pulling their hands loose to slip into Emma’s hair, tugging lightly.

Sam giggled, rolling his head out of the way slightly, “God, you two are ridiculous.” He smiled, reaching behind (Y/N)’s head to push them together, “Just get it over with.”

[lavendermav]

MAROON | Tom Cruise (OS) | M

a/n: hiiii guys this is the first fic i've written ever so it is far from perfect and i have no idea what i'm doing, but thank you for being here!

Summary: You and Tom are getting ready for drinks with McQ, but he has something else in mind.

CW: MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY PLEASE | oral (f), fingering, very little plot

WC: 869

As you dug through your suitcase on the dresser, you felt your boyfriend, Tom, creep up behind you. He wrapped his hands around your waist, inhaling the scent of your perfume. “You look incredible tonight, darling,” he whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. The maroon cocktail dress you wore was practically made for you, how it wrapped perfectly around your hips. “I bought it last week,” you replied while inserting a gold hoop earring into your ear. Tom’s large hands slid down and grazed your smooth thigh. “Baby, what are you doing?” you breathlessly ask as his hand moves inward, eliciting a soft gasp from your mouth.

Tom chuckled as his fingers toyed with the edge of your panties. “We’re supposed to meet McQ and Heather at the bar in twenty minutes,” you whine. His free hand slid up your dress, reaching your breast, his mouth nipping at your earlobe. “We don’t have time for this, Tom,” you whimpered softly. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” He coaxed. His fingers found their way under your lace panties and stroked your slit, causing you to squirm underneath his touch. “You’re very wet for me,” he whispered. You close your eyes as his other hand slips into the top of your dress and rolls his skilled fingers over your nipple. “Can’t we be a little late?” He asked, planting kisses around your neck, nipping at your skin.

Your head rolls back against his chest. “Tom, you should at least text him,” you suggest. Not taking his hand away from your entrance, he pulls his phone out of his back pocket that reads, “McQ, can we push it to 8? Y/N and I are running a little behind”. “Done,” Tom states as he lays his phone on the dresser and pulls you backward until you’re both propped against the California king bed. “You’re seriously going to undo all the work I just did getting ready?” You shake your head and smile. “Turn around,” Tom commands. You do as he says and feel the zipper on the back of your dress slowly slide down. Tom spins you around to face him as the dress pools around your heels, revealing your breasts. “Such a stunning girl,” he whispered as he guided you on the soft sheets, exposing your writhing body.

Your boyfriend hovered over you, his large hands exploring your skin. “Please, I want you!” You beg, watching him tease his fingers through the band of your panties. “Really? Because a few minutes ago, you were rushing us out the door,” Tom teased. “I take it back, Tom,” you writhe underneath him. “Needy, aren’t we?” He smiles as he pulls your panties down your legs, taking them off gently. “You started it,” you reply. Tom, remaining at your legs, offers a dark smirk as he throws the soaked panties aside. He removes his dress shirt, revealing his toned chest. “Don’t want to get that wrinkled,” he smiles. Tom plants one hand on each leg and leans his head down, peppering your thighs with painfully slow kisses.

“Please, baby, more,” you whine. “What do you want, darling?” Tom murmurs as he hums against your thighs. “You, please! Just fuck me!” You shout. Tom’s lips continue upward, reaching the crease of your thighs. “What a good girl, begging for me,” Tom affirmed. Within seconds, you became a moaning, writhing mess under his skilled mouth as he glided his tongue over your dripping core. A gentle moan escapes your lips. “Louder, sweetheart,” he hums against you, his words making you melt. Tom speeds up, delivering quick but thorough licks and sucking your sensitive clit. “Oh, fuck! Tom!” You moan. “That’s my good girl,” Tom affirms, his words sending shockwaves through your body. You tried to close your legs, but Tom would not allow it. “Uh-uh,” he says, locking his eyes on yours, eyes filled with nothing but pure lust. Tom made his way up your body, kissing every inch. Leaving a hand on your soaking core, he circles your clit as his mouth finds your neck. You moan his name, nearly at your breaking point.

Tom kisses up to your ear, teasing it with his teeth. “Does that feel good, angel?” You nod. His finger speeds up, causing you to shake. “Use your words, darling,” he whispers. “Yes, it feels so good when you touch and fuck me like that!” You reply, nails digging into the sheets. Tom sucks at the sweet spot on your neck, just below your earlobe, causing you to erupt all over his skilled fingers. “Fuck, Tom, right there!” You moan as he rubs two fingers up and down your core, guiding you through your orgasm. Tom falls next to you, stroking his hand through your hair. “You did so good, sweetheart,” Tom affirmed as he wiped the smudged mascara under your eyelids. “When we get back from the bar, you’re going to pay for that,” you warned as you came down from your high and pulled yourself together. “Pay for what? Making you cum all over my fingers?” He teased. “Ruining my makeup, Tom,” you chuckled. “I won’t hesitate to do it again.”

The man did love getting the last laugh.

[wildsupernova]

a movie i’ve seen before.

summary: you can’t stop playing it out in your mind like it’s a movie. but the ending is always the same, no matter how many times you wish it would change.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: small amount of explicit language, a small mention of harassment, angst

word count: 1.6k

masterlist | prompts list

You’re counting the swirls in the ceiling above you. 

1, 2, 3. 

The music from the party downstairs shakes the floor beneath you and you hug your knees closer to your chest. You’d had to slip away when yet another drunk teenage boy had brushed up against you and played it off as an accident, but the way his hand had been dangerously close to the hem of your skirt had told you otherwise. 

1,2,3,4. 1,2,3,4. 

Your heart was finally starting to slow down and you could breathe again, although every inhale was shaky and every exhale caught in your chest. You continued to stare at the shapes the plaster made on the ceiling, counting the center of each swirl to keep yourself calm. You wished the night would just go by faster so that you could stop hiding away in Steve’s bedroom and leave this stupid party. You would have walked back home by now if it hadn’t started raining a few minutes ago. 

“Hey.” A soft voice from the doorway pulled your attention away from the ceiling, eyes barely able to make out the shadow of the boy standing there. Steve was offering up a small smile, one you tried-and failed-to return. “You okay?”

“No, not really.” He waited for a moment before he took a step into the room and sat on the floor next to you, knees propped up in the shape of a V, arms draped over them and a can of beer in one hand. 

“You wanna talk about it?”

When he asks, it all comes spilling out. 

“I’m not usually like this. I don't know why it's bothering me so much.”

“What's bothering you?”

“All the guys that keep…staring at me, doing that stupid thing where they walk too close to me and pretend they didn’t mean to.” His brows furrowed.

“Who? Because I can kick someone out if I have to-”

“No, I don’t want you to make a big deal about it, okay? I’m just gonna…sit up here for a while.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. You should have told me what was going on, I would have told them to leave.”

“That’ll just ruin the night for everyone. Please, it’s okay.” He looked as if he was about to say something further, but dropped it. 

“Fine, but the next time they show up for a party I’m not letting them in.” You let out a small, choked laugh. 

“Thanks.” There was a silence that settled over the room. It comforted you, to just be able to sit here and talk without trying to yell over the music. Especially if it was with Steve.

“I can take you home, if you want.”

“No, Steve, I don’t want to make you leave your own party-”

“It's not a big deal, seriously. I don’t want to make you stay if you’re uncomfortable.” 

You thought about protesting again, but instead you nodded. 

“Yeah, yeah I’d like to go home.”

He stood up and held out a hand for you to take, pulling you up quickly once you took it. His grip on your hand got tighter the longer it took for the two of you to weave through the crowd and make it to the front door, and didn’t loosen even after you’d left the house. He laughed as the rain, which had now begun pouring down harder, soaked through his clothes nearly the second he took a step out from underneath the porch. One step on the pavement and your shoes had completely soaked through with water, and all you could do was laugh as Steve dragged you through the rain and to his car. 

You wished the moment could have continued on just a bit longer. 

Next thing you knew, Steve was pulling into the driveway of your house and putting the car in park, the only sound in the car the squeak of the windshield wipers and the soft hum of the radio. You didn’t want to leave the sanctuary that Steve had been providing you all night, leave the only thing that gave you a chance to breathe. The second you opened the door and left, it’d be back to that place somewhere between lonely and lost, drifting untethered in some place you didn’t have a name for. 

“We can hangout tomorrow if you want.” Steve adjusted himself a bit in his seat, taking one hand off the wheel. “We haven’t hung out just the two of us in a while.”

“I’ll have to check with my parents but I don’t think I’m busy.” You flashed him a smile, one he returned. Another silence fell over the car, this one much thicker. 

You hadn’t gotten a good look at Steve since before the party. His hair had begun to dry on the drive here, strands starting to curl softly at the ends. He smelled of beer and expensive cologne, and his soaked shirt stuck to his chest and arms. His smile had dropped into something neutral, and the way his eye flicked over your own face had you feeling self conscious. 

“Something wrong?” Steve shook his head and let out a breath. 

“No, nothing’s wrong, I just…” He paused and tried to find the right words to say. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I don’t have to.” 

“Yeah, you do.” He swallowed. “You know your parents will kill you if you miss curfew.”

“Right.” Your heart was beating in your ears, so loud it was almost deafening. “I should probably go, then.”

“Right.” You contradicted your own words and made no move to leave the car. There was another moment of silence before Steve let out a breath that seemed to say ‘fuck it’. 

Before you could process it, his lips were on your own, soft and hesitant and sweet. It took your breath away, made your body freeze, but the second your mind kicked back in, you were kissing him back. He relaxed, bringing a hand up to cup the side of your face and hold you there. It felt like something out of a movie, the kind of scene where some cheesy pop track plays in the background and the whole thing goes into slow motion. 

It couldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes, but you were breathless when you pulled away. Your hand gripped the handle of the car door, popping the latch and pushing it open. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” It was hard to get the words out, but when you did, Steve smiled.

“Yeah, yeah okay.” 

Three weeks later and you’re waking up in Steve’s bed, a single beam of sunlight passing through a gap in the curtains. The sheets are soft against your bare skin, and you bury your face further into the pillow as you feel the soft shapes Steve’s fingers make along your back. His touch is soft, never traveling too high or too low, but still running along every spot nobody else has ever touched. At some point you fall back to sleep, and when you wake up again you find yourself thinking about how nice this feels. The sheets feel like a shield, blocking out the chaos that had been surrounding the two of you for days. You find three words teetering on the tip of your tongue as Steve presses his lips against your neck. 

They’re still there when he drives you back home, and they slip between your lips when he does something stupid that makes you laugh. 

“God, I love you.” You don’t realize that they’ve come out until he freezes, and you try to take them back. “Fuck, I’m sorry I-”

All he does is cut you off with a kiss, as if he were drowning and you were the only gasp of oxygen he could get. It was his hands gripping tightly to the sides of your face, your eyes shooting open in surprise, your hands clutching the neck of his shirt to ground yourself. It was three words that had slipped out of your mouth, and three words he still wasn’t quite ready to say. 

“Y/N?”

But it wasn’t real. 

This isn’t how it went. 

He didn’t kiss you. You can’t even remember the last time someone kissed you, especially not someone like Steve. It felt like a movie because it was, one you’d made up in your mind and played on repeat like an old VHS tape. You always tell him you love him but he never says it back because you know it isn’t true, but you still keep watching hoping that one day the ending will change.

Your eyes snap back into focus as you turn your head away from the car window, no longer watching the raindrops race to the base of the window. 

“Huh? What did you say?” You clear your throat and pretend your voice didn’t crack, but the look on Steve’s face tells you he noticed. 

“I asked if you wanted to hang out tomorrow.” He phrases it more like a question, and the way he’s looking at you makes you want to shrink into your seat. Your face heats in embarrassment and you hurry to open the car door. 

“Uh, yeah, yeah sure. I’ll, uhm, call you in the morning.” He opens his mouth like he wants to say something but you’re already out of the car, rainwater splashing up onto your legs as you run through the front door. The second it shuts, you blink away the tears that had been threatening to spill since Steve pulled into your driveway. 

You tilt your head upwards and start to count the swirls on the ceiling. 

1,2,3,4. 1,2,3,4.

[miumura]

LOVING YOU FROM A DISTANCE — TEASER.

S ☆ — Heeseung has liked you for ages, too long for him to even recall how. Sure, he should be confessing now, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t, especially if you have a boyfriend. So how is he going to tell you his feelings in only a span of a year before he leaves?

2 LOVERS? — best-friend!heeseung x best-friend!fem!reader

GENRE — high school au, bsfs to lovers to ???, he fell first, she fell harder (+ sort of right person, wrong time), angst, fluff

WARNINGS — some curse words possibly, insecurities (abt looks, way they act, etc), some ppl might act shitty .. (will add more if any in actual post for the fic)

FEATURING — beomgyu from txt, sunghoon from enhypen, yoon from stayc

SOPH — since lyfad had the most votes in the poll, here is the long fic that i will be working on 😊 hope you guys think you made a good choice on picking this!! enjoy this little snippet 🤭 + thank u sona fans (or u guys) for picking one on sonas poll, as promised, here is the teaser <3

"Dang, you're good. Never knew you could play," you exclaimed as he finished playing the guitar.

Heeseung smiled and put the guitar down beside him. "You know me, always good at everything, but I don't mean to boast," he said. “You really don't know your best friend, do you?"

"Seriously, you're good at everything. It's hard to keep up with you," you joked, thinking about all the skills he possessed. "I wish I could play like you."

"It's not that difficult to learn. You're a quick learner," he reassured.

Eagerly, you suggested, "Could you teach me?"

"Sure, why not?" he agreed with a smile.

Excited about the opportunity to learn from Heeseung, you both decided to take some time for a quick guitar lesson. You sat right beside him, preparing to learn a few tips.

"Alright, let's start with the basics," Heeseung said, holding the guitar and showing you how to hold it properly. He hands you his guitar, allowing you to copy what he did.

You watched attentively, eager to learn everything you can. "Like this?" you asked, mimicking his hand position.

“Exactly, just position that slightly a bit more towards this way,” he scoots closer to you, propping the item correctly in your hand. “You’re doing great!”

"Now, let's learn how to strum the strings." He demonstrated a gentle strumming motion. "Try it yourself." He hands you the pick, watching over you as you try it out.

You nervously held the guitar and attempted to replicate his strumming. The sound was a bit off, but you kept trying.

Heeseung smiled reassuringly. "You’re doing great! Perfect for a first timer."

He patiently taught you the chords, giving you encouragement and guidance that you needed. Even if you fumbled a bit, you gradually started improving the sounds. "Wow, that sounds much better now," you exclaimed, surprised by your progress.

Heeseung chuckled. "See? You're a fast learner. Just keep practicing, and you'll be playing like a pro in no time."

"I just have to teach you a few more basic chords before I can teach you a song," Heeseung said, reaching over to take the guitar from your hands. However, before he could proceed, the door swung open, revealing Beomgyu. He greeted you both with a warm smile.

"You know," Beomgyu chimed in cheerfully, "if you really wanted to learn guitar, you should've asked me." He plopped down beside you, extending a hand towards Heeseung. "Hand me that guitar, Hee."

You exchanged surprised glances, amazed by the unexpected turn of events. Handing the guitar over to Beomgyu, you watched as he effortlessly adjusted his posture and strummed a few chords.

"I've been playing for a while now," Beomgyu continued, "and I'd love to share what I've learned with you."

"You know how to play guitar too?" you asked Beomgyu in surprise.

"Of course I do. Your boyfriend knows a thing or two," Beomgyu replied cheesily, earning a giggle from you. As the playful banter continued, Heeseung couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort, sensing himself becoming the third wheel. However, it wasn't an entirely unfamiliar situation.

Gradually distancing himself from the two of you, Heeseung settled into a corner, observing your interaction. He wore a gentle smile, occasionally chuckling at your playful mistakes and Beomgyu's teasing scolds.

In that moment, Heeseung couldn't deny the bittersweet longing within him. He wished he could be more than just your best friend, wishing for something more.

In the corner, Heeseung's heart felt conflicted as he watched your interaction with Beomgyu. Part of him wished he could be the one making you laugh and sharing those playful moments together. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he were the one holding the guitar, strumming strings that would make your heart skip a beat.

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I really enjoy watching and analyzing The Bear. On my rewatches, I have noticed and written about numerous themes, connections, lines, acting choices and plot points that weave and connect together in beautiful ways. Rewatching and analyzing often exposes other things as well. Some are a little odd to me, to the point where I made the list below:

Season 1

The Timeline. I’m not going to fully get into this, but the timeline on this show is confusing. I think it’s because they shot the pilot episode in the summer and the rest of S1 and all of S2 in the winter/early spring. I’ll just leave it at that, but for example, how we get from a few months after Michael’s death (February) to his birthday, (in November) over the span of the first 3 episodes doesn’t gel with the dialogue. The prop of the card that shows Michael’s birthday and day he passed is what I am basing the dates on. Was this a props error? The pilot is so clearly summer in Chicago and in the rest of the episodes in S1 it is clearly freezing.

Cigarettes. Throughout S1 snd S2, the cigarettes Carmy smokes vacillate between light cigarettes with white filters, and regular ones with dark beige filters. No one just switches between lights and regulars who seriously smokes, as Carmy does, making it feel like a props mistake.

Chain. Carmen is wearing a complexly different chain necklace in the pilot episode vs the rest of S1 and S2.

Hand washing/double spoon use. The scene where Carmy “washes” his hands at the end of 1x2 is bizarre. He puts soap on them and then dries them off immediately with paper towels without using water again or looking down. It’s the only time we ever see him wash his hands so it really sticks out as abnormal and totally out of character. He’s a smoker and coming from fine dining and there has been/still is a pandemic. He would have washed his hands throughly here to show how much attention to detail his character puts into his work. Michael, by contrast, is seen washing his hands fully in 1x6. Was this an editing error? It might have been. It really took me out of the scene the first time I saw it. After he does this, he uses a spoon to taste something, puts it into his mouth, and then uses that same spoon to move chicken in a pan. I think this was an editing mistake, like maybe they cut out the part where he uses a new spoon, but as is, it makes it look like Carmy doesn’t care about cleanliness, which, after watching him obsessively scrub the kitchen on his hands and knees earlier in the episode, makes no sense.

Possible contamination. Carmy touches his face while making hotdogs in 1x4. Uncle Jimmy is telling a story and he’s laughing and it’s clearly very cold outside, but he wipes at his nose and face and then shakes his hands off over the food he’s prepping. This was one of the very, very few moments to me that felt out of character. Carmy would have reflexes to not contaminate food from his years of service, especially the years under microscope scrutiny from the chef in New York.

Camera is visible. You can see the camera person in 1x8 in the reflection of the glass door when Carmy goes to open the door and get the order from the delivery guy.

Carmy’s fingernails. Throughout S1, and in S2, Carmy’s fingernails are trimmed, buffed, neat and clean. I looked for this in every scene, as it helps us understand his character and how seriously he takes his himself and his craft. It also provides a sharp contrast to Richie (in S1), whose nails are visibly dirty, causing us to distrust him and not take him seriously as someone who should be handling food. However, in arguably the most important moment of S1, when Carmy texts Sydney, and then opens the envelope from Mikey, his thumbnail on his left hand is too long and looks unclean. Actor’s nails fall under the jurisdiction of the makeup department so I’m confused why they didn’t realize there was going to be a major closeup on his hands in this scene and fix them if they were not camera ready. It’s the only time in S1 or S2 his nail looks off and it’s an extreme closeup. I noticed it the first time I watched this scene and it really took me out of the moment. I cringe every time I see that nail. In the next scene when he’s making the spaghetti, this nail is neat and clean again, so to me, the prior scene was a mistake.

Season 2

Lockers. Carmy has switched his locker to the other side of the wall. In S1, his is on the left. In S2, it’s on the right. Usually your locker is YOUR locker. This was odd, but it set up the Sydney/Carmy scene well and maybe Carmy moved to be closer to Mikey’s locker.

Tattoos. You can see the actor Jeremy Allen White’s personal E.Z. tattoo on his arm when he’s in his apartment before he sits in the chair in 2x1. There’s no makeup on it at all. It’s completely visible. This tattoo is not Carmy’s, it’s the actor’s, and I think he has said before that it’s his mother’s initials. This tattoo has always been covered with makeup. I don’t understand how this oversight from the makeup department made the final cut.

Different vs differently. In 1x5, Sydney tells Carmy about her catering company, Sheridan Road. “Not a night goes by that I don’t think about what I could have done different.” In 2x3, Natalie tells Carmy, “I don’t want to be treated any different.” In both instances the word differently should have been used. It’s not proper English otherwise. The characters don’t need to speak perfect English, that’s not the point, but these episodes were written by the same person, so that might be why both characters use the same word.

Area codes. I am so baffled by this, I’m still thinking about it. In the beginning of 2x6, there’s a sign on the wall in Donna’s house with everyone’s name and phone number written on it. On this prop, the name Michael is actually spelled wrong, as “Micheal”. Carmen and Michael’s area codes are both listed as (913). Carmen’s area code is well established as 773, which he literally has tattooed on his arm, and it’s in the script, as he verbally says his phone number to the fridge guy and then Claire in 2x2. Michael’s area code was (847), per the script, via Richie to Uncle Jimmy in 1x4. The (913) area code is for Kansas. I don’t understand why the area codes would be for Kansas and not the ones that we already established were theirs, for Chicago, and the suburbs of Chicago, 5 years before present day in the timeline of The Bear.

Eleven Madison PARK. Richie insults Carmy in 1x1, calling him “Eleven Madison Park dic@&ead.” In the coda to this line in 2x8, Carmy calls Richie “Eleven Madison dic@&ead.” Park should have been part of that line for it to fully connect, as it’s the name of the NYC restaurant where Carmy worked, and he’s saying the line, so it should have been the same here for consistency.

The card from Michael to Carmen “I love you dude. Let it rip” is written differently in S1 and S2. The handwriting doesn’t match. It looks like a different prop.

Left handed staff/actors. In 2x9, Carmy freaks out about the pan station. “These should be on the right side because we are all right handed.” This line of dialogue is not true of the actors on this show. If you watch closely in season 1 and 2, BOTH actors portraying Tina and Ebrahim are actually left handed. The actor playing Manny is left handed, and the actor playing Richie favors his left hand as well. This line should have been cross checked with the various Actor’s actual physicality because it doesn’t really make sense.

Food runners. Why are the food runners not running food in 2x10? They stand in the background most of the time and don’t move, even when Carmy and Sydney are yelling for hands. No one moves when Carmy says he needs hands please for PX table 31, Claire’s table, but three food runners are standing directly behind him and completely ignore him. It’s their first night on the job and Carmy is the Executive Chef and owner. They should have helped run food or not been in the shot because it’s confusing.

I really enjoy analyzing this show, and see and greatly appreciate all of the creativity, energy, effort, talent and passion that has clearly been poured into it by the entire creative team. This post is not meant to do anything other than point out the few moments I noticed that made me pause and say, wait, what?

Are there any others that you noticed?

[plscallmeeren]

A Night to Remember

Sirius Black x Reader

Request: yesss @JulzLovDraco4Eva

Summary: you are lily's twin sister and after being saved from muggle-born-based bullying by the Marauders in first year, you've become Sirius' closest friend. It's the holidays before 6th year and everyone is invited to James' house, except no one likes the state Sirius shows up in... can I call this a Christmas special? I really shouldn't

Warnings: Swearing; mentions of mental and physical abuse; injury; seriously sad Sirius; not proofread

Word Count: 2.4K

"Did you see her face?" James roared, stepping aside absently for his mother to get past him to vacuum. "I mean, pure high comedy, guys, seriously."

Peter sniggered at the centre of the couch, gnawing on a candy cane he stole from the Christmas tree.

Remus looked like he was straining to hear, lying on the floor and rolling over occasionally for Mrs. Potter to remove the pine needles from the floor. One time the vacuum attached itself to his jumper, inciting quite the kerfuffle.

You sat with a leg draped over the edge of the sofa, eating a caramel apple from that day's batch. Beneath you Lily was propped up against the fabric, leaning her head on your abdomen.

"I think I'd hit that, though," James continued, blanching when his mother glared at him, agape. "Sorry, mum, I was just joking. Y'know, peer pressure."

She snorted. "I doubt your friends here are dying to take Professor McGonnagle to bed, dear," she menaced, tugging at his ear gently on the way out of the room. "Save the dirty talk for when I'm not around!"

James looked slightly sick, which of course made you all burst out laughing.

It felt like Christmas already.

The whole room was dipped in a yellowing light that faded at the edges, the Christmas tree standing proudly in all its glory, it's baubles and tinsel and shining stars reflecting the glowing candlelight and desk lamp.

Remus pulled a face from the floor, grinning at his distorted image.

"Speaking of dirty-," James started, making Remus, Lily and you groan while Peter perked up, fascinated. "What, you acting all peachy now as if we'd never talked sex?"

"We never talked about it as much as you," you protested, lifting your coffee from the table and handing Peter his cocoa, licking the last of the caramel from your fingers.

"Well, what can I say? Bloody pussies. Anyways, this is mainly directed at you, Lily, but I was thinking... we should try doing some more kinky things, like bondage, sa-"

"Bloody hell, man."

"Shut up, James."

"Aren't you scared your mother's around the corner?"

"I cry for you, sister dear," you sighed, knowing for a fact they hadn't even fucked yet. "And for you, James - so desperate to prove and to overcompensate."

Remus snickered, Peter's eyes went wide.

"I have nothing to overcompensate for," James retaliated, finally sitting down on the coffee table. That alone earned a glare from Lily. "And what about you, huh, (y/n/n)? Where's your boyfriend?"

"Fuck's sake, James, you know there's no one around here in my league," you cooed, sparing a glance at your watch. "Hey, when's Sirius coming? Was he gonna be late?"

Lily frowned. "We mention boyfriends and you bring up Sirius?"

"Suspicious," Remus added.

"Seriously suspicious," James said smugly. "But no, he should already be here. Guess he got caught up with his mum or something."

Your heart sunk. He was right, of course, but the mere thought of Sirius' parents filled you with leaden dread. No good news ever came of them, and undoubtedly very little would. You had heard countless stories in vulnerable moments or disguised as jokes; stoned confessions or drunken retellings.

None of them were good.

"Great. Just great."

"I really worry for him sometimes," Remus admitted, sitting up and crossing his legs. "He's not safe there."

You all nodded in agreement. The conversation moved on, but your mind was stuck on a certain boy.

The doorbell rang cheerily.

"That must be him," James called, putting down his cocoa carefully and happily making his way to the door. You breathed a sigh of relief, smiling to yourself as you heard his scuffling footsteps.

What you were not expecting was a strangled scream, a desperate cry for someone, anyone to come.

You all jumped up, you almost kicking Lily's face in the process, rushing to the door as Mrs. Potter thundered down the stairs elsewhere.

At the door you weren't met with the slightest relief, but with complete and utter horror.

There stood Sirius, beautiful Sirius, suitcase in hand, out of breath. His face looked torn as if by a bread knife, reaching from the left corner of his mouth to the apple of his cheekbone. A bruise was forming over his right eye and his clothes held the subtle scent of smoke. The blood trickled down his face to his neck and through his white shirt as James stepped away in fear. Red bloomed somewhere near his chest, deeper the closer you looked. He slumped to one side.

Lily and you didn't hesitate, unlike James, who was hyperventilating, and Remus, who was murmuring things under his breath he probably couldn't hear himself.

Lily grabbed him under the arms as he fell, guiding him to the inside floor gently. You perched in front of him, ripping open his shirt and losing some buttons, biting down on your tongue as you saw the rectangular burn bloodied with tissue damage. You tried pushing the gash on his cheek together, but being awkwardly crouching above him, you were half-afraid you'd fall over and rip something else open that was supposed to be very keenly connected.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Remus whimpered, but it felt like far away, a distant body of yours hearing his words even as Sirius was taken from you by Mrs. Potter. You didn't move for a moment, not realising what had happened, and by the time you were racing to the dining room to follow she had shut the door behind her, saying (most unhelpfully) that he would be alright.

Your chest heaved. Your shoulder was vaguely aware of Lily's weight, but it didn't matter. Sirius was in there, hurting. Hurting because of something presumably his parents did to him. Presumably with a fire spade and a kitchen knife and the knob of a very particular and expensive cane. Merlyn, you couldn't breathe.

The door creaked open slightly, James' mother poking her head out. Her face was awfully pale, but a determined peace had settled on her face.

"James, dear, help me get him up to the room he was going to stay in, will you? He'll need a bit more patching up, but after that he'll just need to rest." She seemed to sense your thoughts, answering your unasked question: "I'd ask you to help, dear, but you're looking a little faint yourself."

You just stared, letting Remus and Peter tug you away while Lily provided some extra support to James and his mother. You felt useless. You wanted to do something. You wished you could breathe or see properly, too.

"He'll be fine," Remus assured you as he sat you back down on the now unfriendly couch, sounding very unconvinced himself.

"Aren't you worried?" you snapped automatically. "Sorry," you reconciled at his hurt expression, "I didn't mean it like that. But aren't you- why aren't you all scared out of your minds?"

"We are," Peter said softly.

"Just... maybe not as much as you."

"Right," you breathed. You felt slightly more steady now.

Lily came down the stairs with small, slow steps. She looked like her heart had beat more times than was fitting for any living occasion.

"Hey. James thought I should check on you. His mum's doing a really good job, by the way. I think Sirius will have his stupid grinning face back soon enough."

You smiled a little, but your heart still raced. Lily gave the other two boys a look which sent them out of the room very quickly. She sat down beside you, laying an arm around your slouched back.

"You're really freaked out, huh?"

You hummed quietly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek as if she wouldn't notice. "I just- seeing him like that, still standing, straight from the Floo Network to who knows where- Lily, why on earth didn't he just come to this fireplace? Why did he- Why did he-"

"Sis', calm down. He's fine. Sort of. He probably wasn't thinking that clearly and just said the street name or something."

"Who the fuck remembers a street but not the name of one of your best friend's?" Lily laughed; yours came out watery.

"Come on, we're talking Sirius here. He'll survive anything. Honestly, a good kick might do him some good after all the shit he pulls. Admittedly, I would have preferred to hand it to him, but..."

You couldn't find it in you to be mad at your sister at that moment, so instead you just sniffed aggressively until she handed you a tissue.

"I just... oh God, Lily, what if something really did happen to him? What if I couldn't get him back? I just..." You trailed off. Your eyes widened.

"What is it?" Lily asked timidly, as if scared of chasing off a wild deer.

"I- Oh Merlyn, I think I like him," you sighed, sounding almost disappointed.

"Well, I'd hope so, he's your best friend."

"No, Lily, I like him. Merlyn, I love him! He's perfect. Oh, no... oh, for fuck's sake..." you began muttering. If anyone knew about his copious affairs, it was you, and all his flirting was probably habit. You liked him. You loved him. That was real. That was dangerous.

"Seriously? Jim?" Lily deadpanned, looking thoroughly unimpressed. "Couldn't it be anyone else?"

"Oh, shut it, you've given up to the arrogant charm of Potter." You hesitated a moment, then: "I'm gonna tell him. When he wakes up. Then, at least, if he dies from shock, I can blame it on his parents."

•••

A few hours later Mrs. Potter entered the living room with an expression that reminded you uncontrollably of the time she sat you and the Marauders down at 13 for the talk - it resulted in little more than raucous giggles and jokes about storks. It might have been more successful and terror-inducing had you not discovered a spicy story in a Playboy magazine and read it together some weeks ago.

"Alright, I have some news," she announced herself solemnly before breaking into a wild smile that made you all wonder if she had gone mad with witnessing death or something. "Sirius will be moving in with us as of now. James, I know this might be hard for you to adjust to, but-"

"Hardly," he interrupted, grinning. "I get to have him over all the time?"

"Mrs. Potter, you will never know peace again," Remus warned morbidly. You laughed at that, shoving away any thoughts on what exactly he was escaping from.

"Anyway, he's been asking for you all. But make it quick - he needs his sleep."

She didn't have to say it twice. All four of you were lunging up the stairs in an instant, barging into his room so quickly, he looked up from under his covers startled.

"You're alive!" Peter cried, almost jumping on him to give him a hug, but Sirius managed to keep him at a safe distance as he received it.

"Thank Merlyn... we were really worried," Remus added.

"Can I say something extremely cheesy and heartfelt?" Sirius looked at you all expectantly. You sat down on the edge of his bed: "If ever there was an acceptable time, it's probably now."

"Right," he grinned. "Well, I just wanted to say that you're all such great friends and I'm really lucky to have you. Not many people could run away from home and have a new one organised within the hour."

"It's been four hours; sure I shouldn't call mum back?" Sirius slapped him weakly on the arm. "No, but seriously, it sounds like brain damage."

"What James is trying to say," Remus butted in, "is that he's thrilled to have you living with him."

"Yeah, that too," James conceded. "You have no idea how worried (y/n) was about you. She went all berserk. The rest of us were totally cool."

"You were not!" you defended, glaring at him as Sirius gently took your hand.

"Why so worried?"

"I don't know, hon'. I guess I just really like you. Maybe more than I thought I did. And I can't lose you. Ever." When he didn't react, you added: "This is me, confessing."

"Yeah, I figured," he answered. The room went awkwardly quiet. "I'm glad you feel the same."

"Wait, what?" You stared at him, completely dumbfounded.

"Well, I love you a lot also. More than I should, I mean. And you won't lose me unless you get fed up with me yourself." He smirked that perfect smirk. You were taken by the sudden urge to kiss it off his smug face.

The urge succeeded, apparently, because before you knew it you were leaning down, kissing those lips that you had always watched kiss others and longed for half-subconsciously since you stole each other's first kisses as trusted friends. There they were. They worked. They worked well, indeed.

"Oh, fuck off," James interrupted, making you pull away. You didn't even have it in you to be annoyed. Sirius was staring at you, eyes wide, lips parted, pretty even through the stitched over his cheek and the blackening eye pushing his lids together.

You flipped James off as you helped Sirius up, leading him down the stairs with the others in tow to sit at the kitchen table and help Mrs. Potter until she was ready.

Throughout dinner, your hands were clasped beneath the table surface. This was not the night to discuss what had happened. This was a night to remember.