#then im not doing anything with him for a while

[trivia-yandere]

ok head me out…jungkook…who happens to be your brothers best friend…are you catching what im saying???

well why the fuck not? off limits

he’s a 10 but…he’s your brother’s best friend & completely off limits.

word count: 3.118

warning: smut, little plot fr fr, age difference (like 3 years), fingering, unprotected sex, alcohol intake, oral sex (f/m) creampies, dirty talking,

“Did you know?” you asked Jungkook, head pressed against the cold window. Your eyes watch as the world passes by in a blur with the speed in which he’s driving. Your mind is a mess, the alcohol flowing through your body.

“Know what?” Jungkook asks.

Jungkook was the person you called to pick you up from your night out with your friends. It was nice of him to deal with all of you - the random crying in the backseat from one friend, to the angry screaming another did over the phone with her boyfriend. It was silent now, however, as he was on his way to driving you home. There’s soft music playing through the speakers that’s at the perfect volume for you and him to talk.

You don’t answer his question - not yet, at least. “Remember…my freshman year of highschool,” you start, lifting your head from the window to turn to look at him. “when I kissed you?”

Jungkook feels your eyes on him as he drives. His hand grips the steering wheel, his right hand lightly tapping his fingers against his thighs.

Jay, your brother and his best friend, would have not picked you and your friends up without giving you an earful along the way. Especially once he saw the way you were dressed - short skirt, tight shirt and laced stockings. It was one of the main reasons why you called Jungkook, after all.

“Yes.” Jungkook murmurs. “You weren’t even supposed to be at that party.”

True, you think. But neither was Jay. Your parents were out of town that weekend and that meant Jay was going to do what he wanted. You threatened to expose him if you didn’t go along with him - typical younger sister actions. After giving you a long list of things not to do, he allowed you to come.

Of course, he had told all of his friends about you being there and to keep an eye out. Your beer was stolen from your hands by Jimin who replaced it with soda. Taehyung had plucked the joint that was handed to you by a senior right out of your fingers and insisted you do something else. That something else was joining a game of seven minutes in heaven where, surely, no one would be there.

Except, Jungkook was. And the moment he saw that you were going to be in the closet with someone older than all of them, he had stepped forward and gone inside with you instead. He fully intended on not doing anything with you, of course.

“The look on your face was funny.” you snort, thinking about that memory. You haven’t talked about it with him ever - neither did you even tell Jay. Your brother made it clear from day one - back in elementary school when he met his closest friends - that you were to never be associated with them outside of a platonic relationship. 

They were off limits; and so were you.

“I wasn’t expecting you to do that.” Jungkook responds, snorting. You’ve done it so fast and it lasted less than five seconds. There was only a minute left in the game and you had placed a hand onto his chest and murmured a quiet “our little secret” before leaving. “You were like a little sister to me back then.”

Your smile immediately falls, your eyes shifting back to the road. The mood changes immediately and Jungkook notices it.

Your question you asked him before was did he know. Did he know that you liked him back then? You were only a freshman while your brother and him were juniors. You didn’t blame him for seeing you as a little sister as you all grew up around one another. He witnessed you and your brother fight and argue countless times, eyes bouncing between you and him with large doe-like eyes.

“How about now?” you ask as Jungkook stops at a red light. The roads are clear from any cars in sight. “Do you still think of me as a sister now?”

Jungkook allows himself to look at you fully now. He stares at you for a few moments, gathering your question into his mind. He doesn’t respond, unsure how to.

It was easier to see you as a little sister back then - all of the friend group had. Taehyung would always tease you like Jay had while Jimin was more of the caring type. 

Now, however, it was different. He noticed the shift as you began to grow older. Your senior year to be exact. Your figure changed, your voice grew a bit deeper and older. You were growing a bit mature for a senior girl. He told himself it was because you were a pretty girl so naturally, he would notice these changes.

But even after highschool, his eyes continued to wander to you and linger longer than they should. You moved in with Jay into his apartment to be closer to college and he would see you whenever he frequented there. Your shorts fit you perfectly, as did your shirts. You showed more skin (than Jay ever wanted you to) and when you spoke to him, it was always in a tone that Jungkook swore wasn’t entirely platonic.

“Kook?”

Jungkook blinks, turning his eyes away to look at the light that’s still red. He contemplates just running it as it’s nearly 3 a.m and not a single car around them. His cheeks are dusted a bit red when he realizes he’s been staring at you the entire time.

“No.” Jungkook says. “I don’t.” he answers truthfully.

“Kook?” you hum once more, this time a hand reaches out for him. It touches his arm and causes a jolt of electricity to shoot throughout his body.

“Yeah?” Jungkook swallows, adam’s apple bobbing. This damn light wasn’t turning fast enough. He turns his attention towards you. He notices from this angel, the red lights are illuminating your face. Your lips are coated in gloss and it shines.

“Can I stay at your place tonight?”

Another swallow, followed by a squeeze of the steering wheel.

“I lied about where I was going to Jay tonight. And…if I go home. He’ll see me dressed like this.” you explain further. It causes Jungkook to glance down at your attire again, immediately regretting it and then meeting your eyes. “He’ll call me a whore again.”

Jungkook wants to say no - that you should go home. Jay should be asleep by now; he had work in the morning right? 

Jungkook doesn’t see the issue of you being at his apartment. You’ve gone there before…with Jay. Without Jay, what would be the reason for you to be there? What if Jay found out and thought-

“You’re thinking too much into this, Kook.” your lips form into a smile and your head tilts. Your hand squeezes his biceps a bit. “Besides, what could go wrong? It’s just me.”

Everything could go wrong - and it did.

You’re unsure how long it took when you and him got into his apartment, but your lips were on his before either of you could think.

Jungkook’s mind screams at him to stop this. Not only were you not sober, but you were off limits. You were someone he respects greatly and shouldn’t take advantage of.

But your hands roam his chest, then go lower to his stomach. You grab hold of his hands and place them onto your hips - all the while continuing to deepen the kiss.

Jungkook gives in, pushing you closer. You smell of fruity alcohol and strawberries - your lips taste of peach; soft and sticky from the gloss. He’s hooked, the flooded feelings he suppressed coming out at such a terrible time. 

“I want you.” you mumble against his lips, arms wrapped so tightly around his neck. Afraid to let him go in the guise that this could possibly be a (wet) dream; one you didn’t want to wake from just yet.

Jungkook knows you do, but he’s hesitant. Kissing you is bad and it goes against his friendship. But fucking you was something so heinous. If Jay found it, it would ruin nearly two decades of friendship.

“Please,” you repeat, one arm unhooking from his neck to take hold of one of his hand that’s gripping your ass. You dip it between your legs and through the skirt so he can feel just how much you wanted him. “please.” you repeat.

Jungkook groans - how much could one man handle? You’re soaking through your panties and the stockings you’re wearing. His fingers are directly against your clit and on instant, they rub circles on the wet, sensitive bud.

“Jay’s going to kill me if he finds out.” Jungkook groans, capturing your lips into his as his fingers dips between your wet folds. He makes no move to stop or push you away, however.

“It’ll be our little secret.” you say, repeating those very words he heard years ago. A secret he was going to take to the grave with him, no matter how small and insignificant it may have been back then.

Jungkook dips his fingers into your hole. It’s tight and squeezes around him. Instantly, he begins to pump, needing to feel just how wet you were for him.

You don’t hide your moans in the slightest. You wanted Jungkook to know how much you wanted this; wanted him. You waited years to be in this position - to have Jungkook all to yourself, even if it meant that you had to do it behind everyone’s back.

“Just for tonight.” Jungkook says, his warm breath tickling your cheek. “Tonight I’ll give you what you want.”

“The whole night?” your hand is still holding his wrist as he pumps his fingers deeply inside of you. Your arousal is coating his palm, a groan escaping your lips.

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts, eyes already clouded with lust. “you’re going to be insatiable.”

Jungkook removes his fingers from you, a whimper escaping your lips at the loss of them. He juts his head down the hall to the bedroom. He tugs you along, slamming the door open and leading you inside.

You don’t take your time in removing your clothes and the stocking, having them pool around you.

Jungkook doesn’t waste time pushing you onto his bed and pulling your legs apart. Your pussy is glistening underneath his LED lights and he groans at the beautiful sight. His head dives down, tongue swirling onto your clit. He’s groaning and grunting, his cock throbbing with just the act of eating you out.

It felt so wrong doing this, Jungkook thinks. The same young girl who was once so innocent and sweet was now you. The girl who was an adult who knew what she wanted. Who was laying naked on his bed and whimpering as he suckled onto your clit.

Your hand places itself onto his head, gripping his hair. Your hips grind against his tongue and he lays it flat so you could continue. The amount of times you thought of Jungkook in less than holy ways couldn’t be counted on both hands, but getting to live it out was a dream.

“Fuck, Kook.” you moan. 

Jungkook wasn’t going to stop until you came - which wasn’t far. He has your legs on his shoulders and his hands on your thighs to assure you cannot squirm away from him. His tongue laps your clit greedily, messy black hair jumping with the way his head bobs back and forth.

Jungkook’s cock is painfully hair as you moan for him. His eyes flicker up to your face - scrunched in pleasure with your eyes fluttering open just in time to meet him. He doesn’t look away, a satisfaction flowing through him when your eyes widen slightly and you groan. His tongue continues to ravish onto your cunt greedily until you’re shaking with pleasure.

You begged for him to fuck you right there. To take you as rough as he wanted - to not hold back. You were on birth control, you said. You wanted to feel him - all of him if this was going to be the one and only time.

Jungkook was but a man. He was already a fucked up person and friend. He sinks his cock into you and pounds you so disrespectfully - as if you weren’t his friend's baby sister. As if you weren’t someone he cared about deeply.

You begged for more, each thrust causing your stomach to churn. Your breast bounces erratically and your pussy’s already squeezing out another orgasm, but you don’t want this to end; neither does Jungkook.

Jungkook turns you around and fucks into you even deeper, your face pressed into his cotton sheets. Your ass was amazing from this view - it was going to be engraved into his mind. 

“Your pussy feels so good.” Jungkook whines, fully positive that he sounds like a school boy experiencing sex for the first time. 

It doesn’t help that you’re far too willing for him  to fuck you that you do whatever . You spread your  legs even further to allow him more access, nails digging into his sheets. He pounds into you with no mercy, your pussy squeezing him.

Jungkook hovers about your arched back, right hand dipping between your thighs to capture your already throbbing clit in his. He rubs it as he pounds into you, his lips close to your ear. “Are you really on birth control or was that a lie?”

“I-I am!” you say through moans. “A-Are you going to cum in me?”

Jungkook grunts - you weren’t going to make it easy for him, were you? The thought of cumming in you was exciting as he never did it with anyone without a condom. 

What’s the worst that can happen? You and he were already doing the unforgivable.

“You want me to cum in your pussy?” Jungkook’s voice sounds like sex, deep and sensual. 

You cum right there, overstimulation flowing through you but you nod your head erratically. You wanted any and every part of Jungkook that he was willing to give you.

And Jungkook had.He came right in you - again and again.

The fucking didn’t stop until he’s came in you at least four times. One time on your back so he could see your face as you cum around his cock. Once while you ride him, his hands cradling your hips possessively, eyes darting from the way you rise and fall on his wet cock to your bouncing breast in his face. The next follows immediately after, this time Jungkook taking control while you kept your position right above him.

Somehow, even then you weren’t done. You allowed yourself an hour before you asked if he could cum in your mouth. The request was outlandish but, Jungkook complied. You laid on your back and opened your mouth for him to, in your words, use you.

Jungkook should feel disgusted of himself for already using you as if you were nothing but a whore, but it was far too tempting. He pumps his cock into your mouth, watching the way you take him effortlessly and he ponders just how long you wanted this.

Him fucking your mouth turns to him fucking your breast - another request you had. His hands squeeze your breast together as his thumbs twirl against your hardened nipples.

“I didn’t know you were such a slut, Y/N.” Jungkook grunts.

“Only for you.” was your response that has him cumming again, cum shooting out and coating your breast.

The amount of sex that you and he have leads the both of you exhausted, sprawled out on his ruined sheets and both breathing heavily and sweaty. Jungkook’s mind wanders to how he was going to be able to look at you or his friend in the face again without feeling like a complete asshole.

Neither of you have time to think when a loud ringing sound comes from down the hall. It’s your phone and judging by the time, you can guess who it was. 

“It’ll go to voicemail.” you murmur to Jungkook. “He still thinks I’m at a friends.”

Jungkook's heart sinks but he nods.

“Wanna shower with me?” you ask, a hand placing onto his sweaty forehead. “We can both use it.”

Jungkook sniffs. “If that’s what you’d like. We can.” he says. “Y/N, I-”

You place a hand onto his lips to silence him. “I know, Kook.” you murmur. “You don’t need to let me down easily.”

Jungkook lifts himself to a seated position. “I wasn’t going to say anything like that.” he shakes his head. “I just…I want you to know that I do have love and respect for you.” 

You blink as Jungkook continues.

“And I don’t want you to think that I view you as…a slut or…any less than before.” Jungkook’s cheeks are a crimson color now. “I-”

“Kookie,” you lift your body so that you can grab his hands into your own. The nickname was one he hadn’t heard since middle school and it immediately caught his attention. “I get it. Trust me.” you say, a smile forming onto your lips. “Did you know…” you began, repeating the question from earlier. “...that I liked you?”

Jungkook's mouth goes dry and slowly, he shakes his head. It should be surprising as Jungkook was oblivious to any and every girl that liked him.

However, Jungkook does recall one moment - an instant in which Jay had stated that you and him could never be together. It was a random comment that came entirely out of nowhere, but it happened right after you kissed him.

“Jay knew.” you murmur. “I didn’t tell him but…he knew.” you look away. “I thought maybe he told you. I’m glad he didn’t.”

Jay wouldn’t have - not even now. 

Jungkook slowly inhales. A part of him feels even more like an asshole because this was a mistake. You had feelings for him that should’ve been obvious if he wasn’t such an idiot. Things are much more complicated now.

“Let’s shower.” you say, noticing the change in Jungkook’s demeanor. This was a one time thing that wouldn’t happen again and you’ll grow to be fine with that. “Then if you’re up for it, you can show me that movie you’ve been talking about.”

Jungkook nods slowly, allowing you to tug him off the bed and towards his bathroom. His mind wanders back to your confession and recalls just the amount of times he’s caught you looking his way and smiling shyly when he notices.

Off limits, he hears Jay’s voice say in his mind over and over again as you turn the water on to heat up. He was fucked.

@darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree @chimmy-licious @investedreader @momnomnom

[pwnyta]

Stobotnik doodles...

Emotional support sycophriend.

Robotnik definitely doesnt need to touch Stone. In fact hes not touching him. He just showing him who is boss.

Ivo and Stone being very good friends while Ivo is recovering.

(A true but kinda useless fact- I was drawing this while listening to a Pet Sematary audiobook. It has nothing to do with this little doodle comic but whenever I look at it I think of that so....)

I am who I am and who I am is someone who likes to gijinka the creatures. So I gijinkad Robotniks little guys. Now Stobotnik has their own little primary color plus a girl gang. Shadow is also there.

Its spaghetti night.

I was just thinkin about how Ivo just fully jumped into having a 'real' family and how funny he might be having finally realized that Stone genuinely loved him (and he loved Stone back). Just him fully wanting to experience it all as quickly as possible to make up for lost time and Stone bein like 'Daddy chill.'

Hes not lonely at all. Hes never been lonely in his entire life in fact. //real //not clickbait

Early bird & Night owl

LICHERALLY.

Ivo is a Great Horned Owl cuz doodling Game!Bot made me think of them and Stone is a Purple Martin. Cus theyre purple. Incidentally swallows are used symbolically for hope, loyalty, and a promise of return apparently.... that worked out nicely I feel.

If you say anything about Stone being a Swallow Im bullying you.

I thought seeing Stones totally normal body dancing with Game!Ivos weird cartoon proportions would be funny. I was correct as usual.

Movie Stone is with Game!Ivo after his Ivo blows up I guess. Ive decided.

Spoilers for a later continuation of this featuring the Search party (two different parts)-

Fuck bein rational givem what they ask for. (Which is apparently this AU which is fun for me...)

[voguesabnxrmal]

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄, 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

Pairing ᯓ LSU! Joe Burrow x Reader

Summary ᯓ After LSU's football practice, your boyfriend comes into your dorm wanting something a little special from you.

Warnings ᯓ Smut, oral sex (m! receiver), kissing

Word Count ᯓ 931 Words

Authors note ᯓ Ik this isn’t what i was planning to write first but i needed something out so here you go haha, pls give feedback

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝, the night before a big game for your boyfriend and the team. So, being the girlfriend of the quarterback of the team you know how the routine of the day goes.

You know your boyfriend is going to just want to come to you after an extreme effort practice, and just cuddle.

And that's why you don't know how you ended up here.

When Joe walked into your apartment door. He was his normal sweaty sleepy self.

He sat his football bag on your counter and walked over to the couch where you were watching a movie to lean down and give you a kiss. “Im going to go take a shower, okay?” He mumbles against your lips. You nod into the kiss.

After a little while Joe joins you on the couch. You two just sit there a little while watching your show and giving sly glances to each other, the next thing you know you were on your knees with your hands on your thighs between his legs on the floor in front of the couch waiting for him to put his dick on your tongue.

The sight in front of you is a sight for sore eyes. Joe, manspread leaning back on the couch, mouth dangling open as he strokes his red-veiny cock; getting it ready for your mouth. Pre-cum coating the top making your mouth water.

It all turned sexual so fast that it surprises you. You're used to sleepy Joe after practice, not a horny Joe begging you to suck his dick in the middle of your show.

You sure won't pass up that opportunity though.

“You ready?”, he exhales looking at you with hooded eyes. You nod and hum reassuringly, the need making you to the point you can’t talk or think. The only thing on your mind is that quarterback dick in front of you.

He leans forward grabbing the side of your cheek guiding your mouth to his dick, tapping your cheek with his two fingers, “Open up, baby.”

You blush, face getting hot, not because you're embarrassed you've done this with Joe plenty of times, but you're so turned on at how Joe is acting, and the suspense of it all.

You put your hand that was once before on your thigh on the base of his dick giving it a semi-tight squeeze for pressure.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, running the tip of your tongue from the bottom to the tip, giving his tip a fast kitten lick.

“Come on baby hurry up or I'm gonna slam it down your throat.” He says gripping the makeshift ponytail he has wrapped around his large hand tighter and pulled you closer to his dick, rolling your eyes at his impatientness. You take his dick fully in your mouth, starting off by slowly bobbing your head letting your throat form into the shape of his dick.

When you finally get accustomed you start to go faster. Your nose hitting his pubic bone the faster and farther you get.

This causes Joe to smile and tighten his grip on your hair.

He starts to push on your head and take control, doing all the work just bobbing you up and down on his dick causing you to gag on it.

He pulls you fully off for a minute, “spit on it,” you do not once, not twice, but to the point his dick is forming white rings from your saliva.

It’s nasty, but it always is anything you give Joe head. He's a 6’4 quarterback he's freaky, what'd you expect getting with him.

You don't put his dick back in your mouth, instead, you start stroking his wet cock with your hand, pulling Joe farther off the edge of the couch. You lean down close to his balls, giving them a squeeze with your free hand.

You lean in closer giving little kitten licks to them before you start to suck on them, feeling Joe’s cock twitch in your hand of the feeling.

You stroke and suck faster and faster, causing him to start to shiver and whimper.

He starts getting louder, his groans, and just sounds in general.

So, you take his balls out of your mouth and become eye level with his dick once again jerking him off harder than before, with that his balls tighten up, and his dick twitches.

You close your eyes and stick your tongue out.

With that, he shoots his load all over your face and tongue. You swallow the reminiscents on your tongue and wipe his bodily fluids off your eyes.

Finally, catching his breath he looks down at you on the floor. “I wanna taste myself on your lips and tongue,” he says, still somewhat out of breath and chest moving up and down.

You climb up on his bare lap, putting your hands on Joe’s cheeks, leaning in to kiss him. He moans at the taste of his cum on your tongue, and sucks on it for a slight minute.

He pulls away with a slight tug of your lips, “God I love you, you treat me so good”, he says standing up heading towards your bedroom.

You giggle at his neediness kissing his lips one more time as he walks you to your bedroom, “It’s for goodluck on your game tomorrow, better go easy with me big boy save some energy for the big game.”

🏷️ : @hotburreaux

[loservillepopulationthirteen]

It continues to get worse

Goon#2: I’m so sorry boss! I didn’t know they were a teenager when I sold to them!

Red hood, sighing: atp im not even angry anymore

Goon#3:thank goodness!

Red Hood: I’m just dissapointed. I thought after all these years…

Goon#2: OH GOD THATS WORSE BOSS! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT!

Red Hood: Do better

The goons: Yes, sir!

*after Red Hood leaves*

Goon#1: the dad levels are so strong!!!!

-

Some child: *in danger and scared*

Jason, seeing his child self in the kid (canon btw): hey, hey it’s okay *acts like what his kid self needed because the levels of projection and need for therapy are so strong on this one*

Goon#5: his dad insticts… they’re kicking in…

-

Red hood, walking in to see his ‘organization’ messed up: What are you doing?!?

Goon#3, whose desperatly trying to fix it: uhhhh

Goon#5: Goon 3 tripped over your copy of pride and prejudice while carrying stuff

Goon#3: I’ll kill you

Goon#5: :P

Red Hood: *distraughtly trying to find his book*

Goon#1: Heres your book boss! Saved it while everyone was panicking

Jason, who was borrowing it from Alfred because they do book swaps: your my favorite goon now

Goon#1: *victory dance as all the other goons glare*

-

Batman: I am-

Red Hood: not supposed to be in crime alley

Batman, giving big kicked puppy (???) vibes: the kids want to see you at dinner :( Agent A requested it

Red Hood: the ‘kids’ ruined my case

Batman: Agent A made cookies

Red Hood: …

Red hood: yeah okay i’ll wrap up and go home

Vengence in the night, the scourage of the villain, Batman: *pleased vibes*

Goon#6, already texting the gc: Red Hood dadded the BATMAN!!

Goon#2, replying: Can’t believe Red Hood was so mad he almost missed Dinner with his Kids…

Oracle, who can hack gcs and thinks this is hysterical: im about to do something really funny *discreetly sends more evidence of Red Hood being ‘Batman’s Dad’*

-

*Red Hood, about to order something when the tiniest Robin bursts into the warehouse during the middle of the day*

Red Hood, frantic: what are you doing here?!? It’s a school day!!! (Jason loves school)

Robin: tch… it was dumb anyways… just some dumb kids… they don’t even know how to fight

Red Hood: Do you want me to text B or cover for you?

Robin: … I do not want to go back right now

Red Hood: okay, okay… why don’t we go back to my apartment and drink some vegan hot chocolate

Robin: i’d like that

(Jason, in his head: man im a great big brother- i remember when dick would take me out during school hours)

Goon#4: Oh my god, how many kids does this guy have?!?

Goon#5: who even gave birth to that many?!?

Goon#3: maybe theyre adopted?

Goon#4: no thats stupid they all have the same black hair and blue eyed features

Goon#5: …

Goon#3: you can’t think like that about our boss!

Goon#5: I didn’t say anything

Goon#3: I could hear your thoughts

Goon#4: I thought metas werent allowed in gotham?

Goon#3: no thats just a rumor- wait i meant metaphorically

Goon#5: …

Goon#4: …

Goon#3: can’t believe all of you misunderstood my one sentence I bet boss never went through people horribly misconstruing him!

-

Red hood: *visibly tired that morning*

Goon#4: Rough Night?

Red Hood: nah, just my uh… family broke into my apartment to watch movies last night because I ‘missed movie night’

Goon#5: *nods sagely* children amirite?

Red Hood: *snorts* they definitely act like children

-

*Black Bat kicks Red Hood in the face*

Red Hood, writhing in agony on the floor: ow owww what was that forrr

Goon#1, sympathetically patting his back: daughters, amirite?

Jason, thinking about Lady Shiva: I guess?

-

Goon#2: Boss!!!

Red Hood: ?

Goon#2: I… joined a knitting club some time back after you told me to quit being high and get a hobby… and uh…

Goon#2: *shoves a knit scarf that says ‘worlds okayest Boss’ but the B looks a bit messy like it was supposed to be a D but the B was hastily changed later from somethinng starting with D(ad) to Boss* okaythatsitbye *runs away*

Red Hood: what was that all about???

Red Hood, staring at the scarf and tearing up: I’m so glad I’m having a good effect on the community

The goon squad, from afar: *wiping tears as they watch Red Hood’s reaction*

-

Red Hood: *sighs* so I’m experimenting with different recipes to surprise my uhhh greatest inspiration (alfred)

The goons: *listening intently*

Red Hood: And I have extras.

Goon squad: *cheering*

Red Hood, embarrassed: shut up or I’m giving them all to the alley kids and not you!

Goon squad: *rush to grab it*

Goon#2: oooh i love the peppermint one! Very christmassy

Red Hood: *snorts at christmasussy like the immature 19 year old his is that no one pays heed to*

Goon#3: Is there coffee in this one?

Red Hood: just to bring out the chocolate flavor- one of the robi- uh younger ones is addicted to coffee and I’m not trying to give him an avenue

Goon#1: You’re so responsible boss!

Red Hood: *shocked and happy as this is the first time anyones ever called post mortem Jason responsible*

-

*finally at the reveal*

Red Hood: I have… something to show you *takes off his helmet*

goons: *open staring*

goon#5: wow you look… young for your age!

goon#4: drop the skin care routine

Jason, in his head: wow they must mean the six months I was in the ground for I didn’t realize it was that obvious!

Jason, out loud: Lazarus water

Goon#3, been hired for some weird stuff before: *gasps* no wonder old men are so obsessed with it!

Jason: *snorts*

Will Jason ever realize his goons think hes some kind of immortal old aged man with a great skin care routine (goon#5)/vampire (goon#2) /wereworlf (goon#3) / cryptid old man (goon#1) /gotham pollution gone well (goon#4 who got booed out)

find out next time in- what do you mean i dont get to make a show out of Red Hood goons?!?

Imagine in the beginning, before Red Hood's goons figure out that he is a baby, they think he is a single dad of a bunch of kids, instead. And it is not like they are wrong, since he does parent all kids of Crime Alley, but they mean not them. They mean Bats, instead.

No one is sure how old Red Hood is. But they saw a single white streak of the hair once, so he is... old, right? And these Batkids, they always hang around him, whining and asking for something - surely, it is his kids? Right? That gotta be it.

Red Hood: Now, back to- Sorry, I need to take a call. Goons: Sure, sir. Red Hood: What... Oh my god, Red. What do you mean, you don't know how to wash the carpet without- Spoiled brat. Okay, listen to me, you first need to get a really hot water... Goons: That's definitely his son being in troubles.

(It was Tim, who accidentally ruined Alfred's favourite carpet. He was in big troubles that day.)

Robin, appearing on the doorstep of Red Hood's den: Scram. I am here to see Hood. Goons, staring at little Damian: Hm-m. Red Hood, pushing them away: Bad day? (Damian wordlessly raising his arms to be picked up by Jason) Okay. It is fine. Goons: Hm-m-M.

Nightwing, whining: You are so boring. Why don't you want to play Twister with us this Sunday? Red Hood, rolling his eyes: Shut up. Goons, overhearing the conversation: Kids, am I right? Red Hood: Huh?

Goons, watching Batman and Red Hood shouting on each other on the rooftop: Hey, do we think Batman is also his kid?.. Goons: (thoughtful pause) Red Hood, completely pissed off by his dad in the meanwhile: I am TIRED of you. Go back to your stupid ass CAVE and think about your behaviour. I don't want to see you AGAIN. Batman: But- Red Hood: OUT OF MY TURF. NOW!!! Goons, staring at Batman, who walks away sulkily: ...HM-M.

Red Hood, staring at the "Best Dad" merch, given him by his goons on his birthday: I am confused. Do they mean kids from Alley, or they view themselves as my kids... What does it mean? Uh. Whatever. It is kinda sweet. Red Hood, on the next day: Thanks, guys. Very thoughtful of you! Goons, high-fiving each other: Sure, boss!

[urfavhecate]

I’ve been waiting for too long | drunk!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: After your breakup with Wanda, Natasha takes care of you… good care…

Warnings: oneshot, drunk Natasha, SMUT, +18, MDNI ! drunk sex, breakup mention, short one, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), multiple orgasm, kinda overstimulation.

Note: Hey guy, it has been long time since last post. As always… English isn’t my first language sp im sorry for all mistakes. This year I have my finals so it’s hard to find time for hobbies but I hope I’ll find more time to write some stuff. If you have any ideas for next shots or stories m requests are open, or if you want to yapp a little I’m also here. <3

No one is allowed to copy, translate or pubish my work as their own!

The life of an Avengers was never easy. As soon as you started your relationship with Wanda, you felt like you had found everything you needed, almost like you had grabbed God by the legs. However, as it quickly turned out, nothing lasts forever, because a few months later Wanda broke up with you.

It was one of those evenings when the Avengers tower seemed empty. While everyone else was busy with their own things, Natasha was sitting in the living room drinking her beer. When she saw you enter the room, she handed you a bottle so you could rest a bit.

„Have a drink and relax” she simply said. You thanked her and fell down on the couch next to Natasha. She just looked at you, knowing something was wrong. "Rough day?" she asked with a stoic face.

“Wanda broke up with me,” you replied quietly, your voice breaking at the thought of what had happened. “She chose that fucking toaster on legs over me.”

Natasha couldn’t help but giggle softly at the comment. “Vision you mean?”

“i don’t get it… what did i do wrong?”

Natasha’s smirk disappeared from her face. She leaned back on the couch, and she sighed before she could muster up a response. “Maybe you didn’t do anything… Sometimes its about what people want or don’t want”

“But him?! Really?! What did he have what i don’t?” You were irritated just thinking about him. He was a robot, he wasn’t even human.

"Beats me... He can fly and shoot lasers from his head" Natasha laughed again "You know... not everyone has good taste"

You laughed softly as you started to question whether or not he had a metal dick. You started to joke as Natasha smiled knowing that she cheered you up a bit, she didn't like seeing you down. Your relationship had always been weird. It wasn't just friendly flirting, but you never talked about what was between you, pretending that you were just friends and worked together.

“I think we should find you a new hobby because I don’t want to picture his metal dick again” The redhead laughed.

“I have one idea… We could always go to a bar”

It wasn’t long before you ended up at one of the nearby bars, drinking and dancing. A few shots and drinks later, you both were visibly tipsy, the alcohol was taking effect. Natasha’s usual composure loosened as her inhibitions lowered, her gaze more carefree and lighthearted. She leaned back against the barstool, studying you with a lazy smirk on her face.

“What?” you giggled noticing she was staring at you.

“Nothing… You just a lot more fun when youre drunk” she answered letting inner thoughts threaten to spill out.

When you finished on the dance floor, your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, you danced and your bodies rubbed against each other. She let her hand drift to your hip, pulling you even closer to her. Her eyes met yours, dark with mix of intoxication and desire.

“You're beautiful you know that?” you mumbled moving closer to her, your lips were now just inches apart.

“Am I?” she murmured softly, her voice a low seductive purr “Or is that just the alcohol talking”

“you are hot as fuck” Natasha's smirk turned cocky as her eyes burned with desire. She gently pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall, trapping you against it with the weight of her body. Her hand moved from your hip to your chin, tipping your face up to meet her gaze. Natasha chuckled, her body pressing against yours, her hand still holding your chin, her gaze boring into yours. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your earlobe, her voice a heady whisper in your ear.

"You don't know what you're asking for," she muttered huskily, her free hand roaming over the fabric of your clothes. "I can make you feel things you've never felt before." Wanda wasn’t really dominant so this was new and exiting at the same time.

Natasha dragged you into a taxi and you headed back to the tower. Throughout the whole way, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves, wandering over the other woman's body.

Natasha's patience had reached its limit. The moment the elevator doors closed behind you, she punted. She slammed you against the wall, her body trapping yours, her gaze smoldering with desire.

"I can't wait anymore," she panted, her hands roaming all over your body, touching you with a desperate need. Her lips found your neck, kissing and nipping, leaving a trail of heated affection “I’ve been waiting for too long”

You moaned when her lips touched your neck and your fingers tangled with her hair. Natasha hummed against your neck, the sound a mixture of approval and desire. Your moan sent a jolt of arousal through her body, fueling her need to feel your skin against hers. Her hands roamed freely over your body, slipping under your clothes, seeking more contact, more flesh. Her kisses moved up until her lips found yours, capturing them in a passionate, demanding kiss.

When you got out of the elevator, Natasha immediately pushed you against the wall. Natasha groaned when you wrapped your leg around her waist, the action bringing your bodies even closer together. She ground her hips against you, the movement hard and desperate, her need for you becoming almost primal. She broke the kiss just long enough to let out a ragged exhale, her breath mingling with yours. "I want you. Now."

“Say it again... please….” You moaned. Natasha's hand gripped your hip, her fingers digging into your flesh as she pushed you harder against the wall. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, her voice a low, sinful whisper.

"I want you. I need you. Now." Her hand slid up the length of your thigh, hooking your leg over her hip, the movement more possessive than ever before. "You understand?"

At that moment, you didn't care about the breakup or that anyone could see you two. Natasha's sloppy kisses were driving you crazy, so you dragged her to your room. Natasha pushed you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and pinning your hands above your head.

"Wanda never dominated you huh?" Natasha smiled knowing it was true. "Baby with me you'll feel things you could only dream of with Wanda"

A moment later they ended up naked in your bed. Natasha moved lower kissing your chest, your stomach and finally ending between those legs. She couldn't help herself and ran her tongue through your wet folds. She moaned loudly at the taste of you on her tongue.

"oh god... you taste so good"

Your fingers tangled in her hair holding her where you needed her the most. Her tongue moved faster and faster, and you squirmed beneath her. Natasha grabbed your thighs to keep you in place. She continued to eat your pussy like it was her last meal. She was hungry for your taste. It wasn't long before she added her fingers, pushing two of them roughly into your pussy. You moaned with pleasure, wanting more. You tugged at her hair, holding her between your shaking legs. Her movements were still sloppy from the alcohol. She mumbled something under her breath as she gently sucked on your clit.

"I’m… I’m gonna... cum... Natasha please… can I cum?" you moaned. Your body trembled as you ere closer to the pleasure, as Natasha’s fingers curled inside you, finding that sweet spot.

"Good girl, asking for permission... such a submissive good girl." Natasha mumbled, pushing another finger into your pussy "Cum for me baby"

It wasn't long before you came on Natasha's face. The redhead lapped up your juices, not wanting to waste a single drop. Her face was covered in your orgasm and her eyes still held a hunger. Her pupils were much larger and her irises were a darker shade of green.

“Nat… Natasha… oh god… fuck…!”

“Good girl, scream my name… my good girl” she kept mumbling.

As you came down from your high, you thought Natasha would pull away to kiss you, but she continued eating your pussy. She couldn't hold back, it only took a moment for her to become addicted to your taste. Natara's free hand pressed gently against your lower abdomen.

"Natasha...tooo sensitve..." you tried to pull away but Natasha held you in place.

"Don't you dare move. Just one more"

Natasha continued fucking you not paying attention to the overwhelming pleasure that was spreading throughout your body. Life mattered to your cheeks. Your legs shook as Natasha's fingers moved in and out at a rapid pace. You squirmed, moaning her name like a prayer.

"I can't...I can't…" You kept screaming.

"You can do it baby....You'll feel so good..."

“Tell me when you belong to… Tell me you’re mine…” She softly bit your clit.

“I’m yours… only yours…”

As you came a second time Natasha smiled and kissed your forehead. Her hands moved to your breasts. “I’m not done with you yet”

[hoonieyun]

why... ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

an interview between you and your ex for a popular youtube show explores the reasons for your failed engagement and why you called off the engagement

park jongseong x reader

genre: angst, heartbreak, exes reunited

warnings: talks about relationship trauma, mentions of mental illness, profanity, 18+

masterlist - wc: 4290

15 years since you met jay. 

4 years of dating jay. 

3 years of being his fiance. 

and 3 years since you’ve seen him last. 

did these numbers mean anything to you? probably if you were the person you were three years ago when it was all that weighed on your mind as you looked at jay with tears in your eyes. that night often played in your head when you wallowed in your sadness, letting the darkness shroud you and envelope your being, the silence ringing throughout the room as you’re forced to remember one of the saddest days of your life. 

you and jay met 15 years ago through a mutual friend and after talking back and forth and trying to ignore the tension between the two of you, jay finally asked you out on a date which turned into several dates; which then turned into 4 years of being his girlfriend. 

“yn, we’re ready for you.” the PA says, peeking into the small room they had you waiting in. you give her a smile paired with a nod as you stand from your seat, following her to wherever they needed you to be for filming. 

if you met jay 15 years ago, then now would be 3 years since you broke up. 

she instructs you to stand on an X marker on the ground and quickly tells you what to do, walk from behind the wall, stand in the center of the set and in front of the camera and introduce yourself. simple enough, you thought. so you did just that, walking around the wall and onto the set where everything was a stark white but your breath gets caught in your throat when you see the face that you’ve been seemingly trying to forget for the last three years. 

jay sat there, on the stool with his arms crossed as he watched you enter from the other side of the room. he looked even more handsome than he did the last time you saw him and you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty as there seems to be an air around jay that you hadn’t witnessed when you two were together. 

“please, introduce yourself.” the producer asks from behind the camera when he and the rest of the crew, along with jay, have noticed you’ve spaced out and had been staring at the camera. you clear your throat before answering, muttering a small apology. 

“hi, i’m yn and today i’ll be doing an interview with my ex.. ex fiance.” you say, taking your seat from across jay who’s eyes have not left your figure since you walked in and although you wanted nothing more to lock eyes with him and take in his features now that you were much closer, you couldn’tbring yourself to do it because you’re afraid all you’d be able to see was the sorrow that filled them much like that night all those years ago. 

how long did you guys date?

your eyes were glued to the white floor of the filming studio, several scuff marks that you suddenly found so interesting as you focused on them instead of the interview you were currently filming. you weren’t even sure why you agreed to do it but it was all in the name of closure you assumed when sunoo, the mutual friend that introduced you to jay, set up this whole thing. 

sunoo said something about seeing the series on the internet and thought that it would be perfect for the two of you. sunoo kept in touch with you both after the fallout and has always hated how he managed to be at the center of it, trying his best to keep his two best friends together when you were being held together by a thin piece of thread. 

he signed up the both of you without you knowing and before you know it, sunoo was driving you to the studio while jay willingly abliged. 

when sunoo had told you what this was all for he apologized profusely but wasn’t going to let you walk away. he knows how much pain you had gone through the last few years and imagined that this was the only way to help you move on. he knew it was wrong to throw you into this, blindsided and unaware, but he knew it was for your own good. 

“we dated for a total of 7 years, as boyfriend and girlfriend for 4 years and we were engaged for 3.” jay speaks up after the silence in the room. you could feel him still staring at you and because you didn’t want to meet his gaze, you averted your eyes to the camera and nodded, silently agreeing with what he had said. 

everyone in the room can feel the tension between the two of you and one would think that this tension would create a great episode for their show, angst and tension filling the room about the history between the two of you; but you just didn’t feel like this was the right place to finally have this talk. 

you didn’t blame sunoo because he’s always pushed you to do the right thing but this was the one thing that you didn’t want to have to do. 

jay could tell from the moment you walked in that you were nervous. he was always good at that, reading you and understanding you when no one else could. he could tell by the way your eyes wavered, the way your lips quivered, and the way your leg bounced that your nerves were eating you up from the inside. 

so, jay did what he always did. took initiative so that you wouldn’t have to face the worries swimming in your head. 

what was your first date?

“i took her to a strawberry farm, we picked strawberries, pet the farm animals, and at the end the kind people at the farm made us several pastries with the strawberries we picked and packed up the rest. 

it was a beautiful place, they unfortunately got shut down a few years ago.” jay explained and you could almost smell the pastries from that day. strawberry turnovers, tarts, and croissants that tasted sweeter than anything you’ve ever tried before. there was only one thing that tasted sweeter but that was something you’d never be able to taste again. 

“i didn’t know that..” you gasped, looking up at jay when you heard about the news of the farm. you loved that place, albeit you only went that one time, it was a memory you’d forever hold close to you. the information of the farm closing down had instantly lowered the wall you had previously, causing you to break out of whatever resistance you had and instantly responding to jay. 

“when?” you asked, a small smile on jay’s lips after you’ve finally started to speak again. “three years ago.” he responded and it almost made you laugh. not the type of laughter that came from the chest when you would laugh and run out of breath whenever jay would tickle you, no. it was a bitter laugh, like you couldn’t believe that the farm you had your first date with jay closed down around the same time you two called off the engagement. 

correction– closed down around the same time that you called off the engagement. 

it was poetic almost but you weren’t ever fond of poems. 

who said i love you first?

“me.” you spoke up, you didn’t know that this question was coming but as soon as you heard it you were speaking before you could even think. a slightly shocked expression on your face when you realize you had spoken up so fast. “i did, i remember that day pretty vividly because it was our one month of officially dating and jay has prepared a whole dinner by himself but the oven in his apartment stopped working in the middle of cooking and he was on the verge of a breakdown. 

i hadn’t seen jay like that before and it hurt me to see him so hurt. he was trying so hard and i knew he felt like he was disappointing me because the dinner he had planned failed but i didn’t care. i loved that he cared so much that it almost brought him to tears but i just wanted to be with him, the dinner was just a plus.” you recall the story and jay is silently laughing to himself as he recalls the memory too. 

“it was supposed to be a perfect dinner for you, i prepared so much that week and my oven just had to stop working… we ended up ordering take out.” jay added. 

“it was perfect just as long as you were there.” you whispered, jay barely hearing what you said but you were loud just enough for him to hear it. a smile tugging on his lips. 

what do you think was the cause of your breakup?

“um– we were together for a total of 7 years, had known each other for a total of 15 and i was very happy to be with jay– when he proposed it was all i could talk about for months. that year was so magical and i felt like i was constantly on cloud 9 but… the year turned into two and eventually it turned into three and then i felt like the wedding that i had dreamed of since i was a little girl was never going to happen. 

every year that we were engaged i had brought up the idea of starting to plan for our wedding, location and date, things like that, but it felt like it wasn’t going anywhere. like i was the only one excited to get married and eventually the excitement was replaced with dread and doubt. 

i was afraid that the longer that we waited to get married that we would only lose love for each other. i mean– i never stopped loving jay, but it felt like the engagement didn’t hold the weight of the meaning of that word. it’s not anyone’s fault, especially jay’s, i don’t blame him for any of it because at the end of the day i made that choice. 

feeling like my love was slipping away and time wasn’t doing what it was supposed to. the longer i waited the more it seemed like my brain was just filled with doubt and no matter how hard jay tried to soothe my worries and tell me that he loved me no matter what, i couldn’t shake the feeling that the wedding was never going to come. 

and didn’t… all because of me.” this was the most you had spoken throughout the filming, tears stinging your eyes as you finally spoke about the pain you had been harboring for so long. jay always knew that you were battling with these emotions and he did his best to make sure you knew how much he loved you. 

he couldn’t let you blame yourself for this because he knew he had a part in it too. jay didn’t know why he kept prolonging the wedding. you were always so excited to talk about it and he’d always give you a short answer when you would ask. 

“soon, baby.” 

“we’ll get married soon, i promise.” 

he’d say, but soon turned to never and he didn’t know why. jay loved you, that was a fact, but the idea of marriage became more and more of a distant thought the longer the two of you remained as engaged. he wanted to marry you but the time never felt right to him and he didn’t know why. 

he still doesn’t know. 

jay couldn’t give you an answer then on why he always avoided marriage plans even though he was the one that proposed, if you were to ask now; he’d probably just stare at you. a blank expression on his face as he tries to come up with an answer that he knows he still doesn’t have. 

was it because he couldn’t see himself marrying you? 

was it the fact that marriage was merely a dream and not a reality? 

or was it the fact that jay felt like there was no where else to go? and that marriage was this last option that he thought could bring something new but it only brought dread. 

he could never confess that to you, you held so much pain already, it wasn’t fair to you if he told you that. 

nor was it fair that he’s let you live with this pain all these years letting you think you were the cause for all of this. 

he was a coward and he knew that. 

is there anything you’ve always wanted to tell the other that you haven’t? 

the silence was deafening, both of you had so much you wanted to say to the other but neither of you wanted to speak up. you went through the several things in your head that you could choose, which of those thoughts that has plagued and polluted your mind for years could you possibly present to jay that would provide you any sense of relief. 

feeling his loss of love and interest since he slid the engagement ring onto your finger? 

the growing distance between the two of you that he’d try to mask with an occasional fancy date that would only subdue your worries momentarily? 

the way you noticed that happiness became a chore for the both of you? 

so many different things that you wish you could tell him and talk about but none of which felt right because it seemed that you were always the one that was wrong in the end. 

and you knew that. 

“yn… i know our relationship was long and filled with so many good memories– but i felt like you were always fighting something internally that i couldn’t help you with. i tried my best to be there for you but you often pushed me away no matter how hard i tried to help you. 

it’s not your fault, i hope you know that but i could only do so much and at some point… i didn’t know what else i could do.” jay’s voice was low, a tone that you’ve never heard from him before. it was a mixture of despair and mockery almost. like he was telling you something that you already knew but reiterating it and centering himself in your own agony to make it seem like whatever issues you were dealing with directly affected him. 

in some ways, it did. you could admit that. jay tried his best to make you feel loved and to help you get through whatever you were going through, but you not once pushed him away. any chance that you could get to feel his love you grasped onto it like it was a lifeline. 

and it was. 

jay was your lifeline and when you called off the engagement and your relationship as a whole, you felt like you were drowning in something that not even jay could pull you out of because instead of throwing you that lifeline, jay just seemed to watch you be swept away by the waves. 

his words were a shock to you, jay knew from before you dated about the things that were running wild in your mind. your sense of detachment and attachment to people, trust issues, and other traumatic experiences from your childhood that would continue to torment you into adulthood. 

even now. 

so it didn’t feel fair that jay would use that against you.

“a lot of our friends and family  feel like the reason we ended was because of me, and i take responsibility for most of it– but what they don’t know is what drove me to do that… 

ever since we got engaged i could feel you pulling back. like you didn’t love me the same way and that the ring was merely a piece of tape to poorly patch up the cracks in our relationship– but jay, as much as it hurts to say it, i think you only proposed because you could see that our relationship was reaching its last leg and maybe you hoped that marriage would save it– and i thought it would too… but we both know that the longer we were together the less love we had for each other. 

i loved you so much and i know you loved me too but i just couldn’t shake this feeling that you didn’t love me the same way anymore and as much as it hurt me i had to make that decision because… i just– i didn’t feel loved anymore. 

no matter how hard you tried to tell me that you did and showed me you loved me with dates and gifts and trips… there was an emptiness there that only got bigger and bigger until it inevitably turned into a gap between us.” 

you originally walked in there thinking you would break under jay’s gaze, that seeing him after so long would have you in tears– and at some point you did cry, but right now, you felt nothing of sorrow. like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders that you didn’t know how to relieve. 

and all you had to do was come to terms that maybe you weren’t the one to blame for feeling unloved and that feeling was simply because someone has chosen to stop loving you and it wasn’t your fault. 

do you regret breaking up?

“no..” you said, a quick and sharp answer as the tears once in your eyes seem to have dried up as you look directly into jay’s eyes. his gaze slightly wavering at the change in your demeanor; like you had arrived upon an epiphany; and soon guilt would eat at him. 

“i wish things were different..” jay answered, causing you to scoff at his deflection. “answer the question..” you said bitterly, cutting off the producer who was about to ask his next question. “do you regret breaking up?” you repeated the question back to him, testing him to see if he’d lie for the cameras similar to how he has seemed to have come onto the set with a facade of some sort to make it seem like you were the root of the problem when in fact, you were the only one watering. 

“no. no, i don’t.” jay simply says, a small smile tugging onto your lips. not one of pleasure, moreso, mischief. 

if you could, would you get back together?

“no, i think we’re in different parts of our lives now; but i think we could become friends again..” jay answers and you’ve grown tired of his answers. like they were rehearsed scripts that he had come up with to paint this picture of how your relationship was when in reality, it was the opposite. 

he made it seem like you were going through this internal battle and constantly needed to be coddled by him when in reality, jay would have bouts of altered behavior where it seemed like you were so hard to love. like it was a chore to him to love you and when you started to notice that, any normal person would start to recoil; as if they were the issue. and jay knew that. 

your behavior towards the end of your relationship was merely a reaction to jay’s actions. 

“i wouldn’t want to either, because i don’t think i could go back to someone who promised that he loved me but constantly made me feel unloved.” bitterness on your tongue as those words left your lips and you could’ve sworn you heard some of the crew sneer and gasp at your response. 

jay looked at you with wide eyes, like your words were a rude awakening for him as he himself realized at the same time as you did, that you knew it wasn’t your fault. 

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jay ran after you once the crew had given you both the clear to leave, there were a lot of things going on in your mind, as it usually does, but right now a lot of it was anger. you couldn’t believe that after seeing jay after all these years and being with him for even longer, that he would try to play you in your face in front of these cameras. 

like he saw an opportunity and tried to start some smear campaign against you because he knew how vulnerable this was going to be for you. 

“yn, wait!” he shouts as you’re storming out of the set, “what? jay? what else do you have to say to me? are you going to try to tell me that it’s my fault again? i already know that’s how you feel but i refuse to continue to let you make me feel that way.” you spoke with a type of anger in your voice that he’s never heard before. the type of anger that came from betrayal partnered with anguish. 

“no– it’s just.. fuck, i don’t know, ok?” jay’s chest was rising and falling quite fast after running after you, you took a few steps forward, looking jay directly in the eye; looking for something that reminded you of the jay that you had fallen in love with and dreamt of marrying– but all you could see was the jay that dreaded to be with you. 

the jay that would release a sigh of exhaustion whenever you asked if he was okay. 

the jay that would try to make it seem like everything between you was perfect in front of your friends and families when at home the two of you barely spoke. 

the jay that didn’t love you anymore. 

“i mean this.. with every fiber in my body. i’m done feeling like i was the reason we didn’t work out because i made the decision that you were too much of a coward to face. you and i both know that i wasn’t the only one to blame but if it helps you sleep at night to think that, then go right ahead. 

because from now on, i’m going to bed at night knowing the truth while you try to convince yourself that whatever deluded and false reality you want to live in is the truth.

goodbye, for good.” 

and with that you walked away, sunoo had arrived in the middle of this argument and watched the two of you have a standoff, ultimately leaving jay speechless as he watched you climb into sunoo’s car. a narrowed glare on sunoo’s face as he looks at jay. 

“everything okay?” sunoo asks, afraid of how things turned out as he could tell you were upset. you took some time to steady your breathing before answering sunoo, you couldn’t even be upset at him for doing this because it brought you to a revelation you so desperately needed to find. you spent the whole car ride telling sunoo of what happened, tears falling as you retold the events of the filming, and sunoo felt incredibly bad that you had to face that. 

you told him it was fine and that you were somewhat grateful for it because you finally got the answers you wanted after years of feeling like you were the problem when you really weren’t.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

“are you ready?” sunoo asked as he looked at you in the grand mirror you were currently sitting in front of. you looked over at him in the reflection, eyes wide and a nervous but excited smile on your face. you didn’t think you’d ever be here but here you were now, hair and makeup done to a point of beauty and grace, your body adorned with pearlescent and ivory fabric, and a veil flowing behind you. 

“i can’t believe i’m getting married.” you told sunoo as you stood up from your seat, making your way to the entrance of the ceremony. 

if you told yourself that two years after recording that video with your ex-fiance that you would find the love of your life and would soon be walking down the aisle to marry him, you’d tell yourself that it was a lie and go back to crying over jay. 

but right now; it was everything you could dream of and none of it was a dream. it was a life that you were now living and so happy to be in. like all that pain and waiting was worth it and you’ve found the one. 

this boy that you were now marrying knew you from inside and out and had no problem waiting for you. he was patient and kind, and knew how to care for you without coddling you. he understood you on a level that taught you new things about yourself and most importantly–

he didn’t make you wait. 

he was always ready for you, ready to shower you with love and everything you deserve; showing you the type of love that you craved and undoing all of the mistakes that you had made that has caused you to build an unbreakable wall around yourself. 

although you still had a lot of pain to heal from; he’d be there for you every step of the way, holding your hand and not only watching you heal, but being a part of that healing. a person who loved you for your flaws and encouraged you to be the person you wanted to be not the person he thought you should be. 

a type of love that knows no bounds and flourishes between two people. 

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[nemesyaaa]

sweet creature // truck driver!rafe x housewife!reader

summary : just a few mixed headcanons.

warnings : +18 content. minors dni. strong age gap. sweetheart x old man trope. smut. p in v. teasing. smoking. size difference. full nelson position bc big men lovers club here. hand fetish(sorry.). sleazy!rafe. squirting. loss of virginity. please, be aware of the warnings before reading.

author's note : muchas gracias a mi dulce @rafesangelita for giving me the idea bc i really loved to work on the concept of truck driver!rafe. shout out to crush by ethel cain too for give me the inspo of the story. <333

can't stop thinking about truck driver!rafe who's a proud working man. he's soooo bulky from charging alone some weighty goods on his eight wheelers everyday to deliveries driving for weeks and days. he's massive without forcing just because he's doing so hard with his hands on daily.

speaking of this, he's got such big sized hands. apparent thick veins on the back and calloused on the palms. large fingers with too much strength. easier for him to manhandle you or lift you up. they're very manly and rough. fat and round biceps with a strong size. he's tall and big, literally showing you without speaking who’s the man of the house, and who you belong to. you feel so secure every time he's around because you can be sure no one is touching you, no one is looking down at you, no one just dare to even glance at you. he doesn’t like to fight because he doesn't want you to think he's gonna hurt you one day, but if it's for you, he can do anything.

even if you don't like it, he's always smoking a bunch of cigarettes while he's driving and listening to some kind of old music. john denver or johnny cash are his favs.

he's always buying some new marlboro reds at the gas station with some gum when he's taking a break. if he's not smoking, he's chewing some gums until there is no flavor. he's just needs to get something in his mouth. just a bad habit.

he’s a loyal man that doesn't care about women hitting on him at the gas station. but sometimes, he's nostalgic because years ago , you were one of them. you were that pretty rebelious girl who's acting like she has no dad, no family and proudly flirting with him, doesn't give a fuck about getting away with a stranger. at first, you called him old man to joke. at contrary, he directly called you sweetheart, thinking that you're such a sweet thing.

both of you ended up in the motel. “ im curious of what you’ve got in your pants, old man. ” “ you're too young for that shit. ” “ huh, huh…don't you think it's more like you're too old for that shit, sir ? ” the smirk on his face at the moment was really something else. that fucking attitude of yours making him bite his lips.

the minute after, you were pinned down on the mattress, his whole body size over yours. “ repeat it. ” “ i said, you're too old to fuck, sir. ” “ isn’t a fucking virgin thing who doesn't even know anything about the word she's saying who's talking right now ? ” “ I'm not a virgin. ” you lied, rolling your eyes at the sight. “ i swear, I'm not ! ” he laughed softly. “ why are you lying, so eager to be a little slut ? that's why you ran away with strangers like me ?” it was the first time a man like that, and you were speechless. not in a bad way. it was just surprising. “ i think you're forgetting your manners. ” he said carefully, his blue gaze burning over yours.

“ if you want it, i will fuck you. but i need you to say it. clear and ‘oud. ” you turned your head away because there's no way you're gonna say such a thing to him. “ i will find someone else then. that receptionist girl was pre…” “ fuck me. ” you quickly said before repeating it slower and clearly. “ i want you to fuck me…” “ alright. spread those fucking legs for me, sweetheart…huh, look at you, being so wet for me…you really need me.” “ ugh, just touch me ! stop talking, old man. ” you gasped. “ remember that you asked for it. ”

“ yea, yea. ” he started to unbuckle his belt before taking off his pants. your mouth was gagging at his fat cock hanging between his heavy thighs. “ it’s not gonna suck itself. ” you gasped loudly, swallowing hard. “ i j-just don't know how to do it…show me please. ” “ fine. after all, it's my job as your eldest. ”

and that's how you consumed your first night with rafe.

truck driver!rafe who’s got such a pretty polaroid of you that stays and never leaves his truck. there is your lipstick stains on it and a sweet “ good luck ” written on the white space.

as a good housewife, you always prepare him some delicious meals to keep him fed even if he's away. you're always checking on your man' and loves when he's gaining more weight.

he's starting to get old, hitting his forties soon. he doesn't really care about his physic anymore but you still find him so attractive. when you met him, he was already a grown man so it didn't really change anything. he loves to wear a cap on his messy mullet, thinking that it makes him look cool. biggest tees with long sleeves lover. the fabric is not good enough to hide his muscular frame because his big size is so obvious. and he's wearing those blue jeans that fit his muddy boots.

he's not very hairy, but he's not the type to shave often like he used to when he was younger. he's fine with the apparent thick hair of his happy trail and mustache that makes him look like an 80's pornstar. when he's come home, shirtless and sweating, he's just serving you the best look to fuck.

you're obsessed with his scent after a long shift work. you don't care how strong he smells, you just want to hug him and never leave. while he's holding you tight, he's getting you locked on his hug, your face buried against his heavy and glistening chest. and you can't help but kiss his wet sweating tee.

even if he's tired, just knows this man gonna fuck you very hard, especially when you're so clingy to him. you can forget vanilla with truck driver!rafe, there's no way he's gonna be sweet on your fucking pussy, especially after you've been teasing him with dirty pictures of yourself while he was away and driving. also, he does need some stress relief so prepare to be dumb for at least one fucking day raw.

he's excited the moment he sees you. there is no more teasing. he's now in charge of everything and you better take everything he's gonna give you. this is not like he gives you other choices. at this moment, his favorite position to fuck you will be full nelson because you're trapped on his tight muscular hold, forced to bounce on the thickness of his dick. he's dicking you down so hard that you could hear the famous flap flap flap of his heavy balls slapping your skin.

“ don't fucking move. ” he treaths you with the raspy sound of his voice, while your body is bouncing at every of his thrusts. you're shaking loudly on his rocked abs, lips filled with drool and tears running down your heated cheeks. ” you're so fucking tight..! gonna give your pussy a big stretch…fuck ! ”

every back and forth is powerful enough to make your pussy throbs. the way his fleshy cock is moving and bruising your hole — going further and further to the point your stomach is filled with every inch of his shaft, the veiny lines of his dick pulsating inside your cunt and growing harder on your belly. all your whines and cries are nothing for the truck driver, nothing more than a sign to fuck you even faster and stronger. he still holding your twitching body against his toned chest, feeling every squirms of yours on his sweaty skin, and his hands grips at your back legs, while giving you the craziest thrusts. his hands feel so warm and huge on your lower tummy, fingers bruising at your belly while his length is striking to your spot each time. “ you're d-deep…fuck, rafe !! ah…it feels so good…” you cry out of emotions, tears bursting on your face again. “ yea, right ? fucking deep’. you really feel it inside you baby. ”

he's stretching your cunt so well that you can't stop screaming and quivering, feeling his sweat sticking to your body. his breathing is hard and heavy on the side of your cheeks, his jaw slacks but he keeps his mouth wide open loudly panting and getting deeper and stronger, lips tugging at your ears.

he's such a bully. i mean, his dick is. hitting and hitting your g-spot with any fucking breaks, always striking at it like a weapon. getting no mercy and pity on the way he's making you cry. he loves to see your face turning dumb, eyes wide shut, mouth leaking too much saliva, stupid babbles coming from your trembling lips. he's just pushing himself so deep inside your swollen core, breathy moans filling his lips as his cock hardly twitch between your walls, making your throbs even more. you can't even breathe without choking on yourself.

it's like he knows how to take all your energy with his thrusts. his cock won't leave your pussy alone, the veins still hard and bulged with pumping blood, and balls full even after your first orgasm. but not only he wanted you to come but to squirt too.

“ r-rafe, i feel it coming…nghh! ah stop. i c-ca…” “ just let it go, baby. can you do that for me ? ” and it happens just two seconds after, your stretched pussy opening bigger to splash a strong liquid over your folds and making a pool everywhere on yourself. you can't even process the situation that his dick is back into your walls again, merciless pounding your wetted hole. with the same fucked pace. you're such a shivering mess you can't feel anything except the length that's driving hard in your soaked insides. now that you're squirted, it's such a big wet place on your cunt. and he leads him to make you squirt another time. the sound of your pussy pumping his dick is so squishy and loud.

when he comes inside you, you can be sure it's gonna leak a lot from your slick. he's gonna fuck until his balls are empty, and your pussy gonna coats with so much of his sperm.

to be sure of his cock being dry, he's softly slapping at your lips with the tip, and making you clean it. he loves how sloppy you're sucking when you're tired, but he's a hard sucker for the look you give him when his dick weakly falls out of your mouth, and a stream of his sperm sticks at your lower lips.

and you're just off, laying your body back to the sheets.

you can't believe this man was soon forties. you simply can't believe it.

[mashtatosworld]

HII HII can u please do a gd x world-famed kpop idol?? like blackpink-famous iykwim!! and maybe reader being a "junior" in the industry? (eg. them coming from 3rd gen era like bp or basically js young) they met for the very first time at an event, and reader being his junior went excited "omg g dragon?? the G DRAGON???" basically.

idk where to go after that point but perhapss (an idea, take it with a grain of salt lolol) gd was actually lowkey a fan of her instead? like reader was a breathe of fresh air, very talented, on the rise in the industry (did a hollywood thing) or something !!! i hope this part isnt too OOC but UH basically do your magic author!! im going to love anything you write either wayyy xxxxx🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

only girl

summary: in which you're both pretty in pink

You had to physically stop yourself from bouncing on the couch.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and faint cigarette smoke, a combination that somehow smelled exactly like you imagined he would.

Even after two weeks of your evenings spent here, sitting in G-Dragon’s studio still felt like a fever dream.

Your hands clenched into fists in your lap, trying to keep your excitement contained as Jiyong sat across from you, casually scrolling through his laptop as if this wasn’t the biggest moment of your career.

“This is the track,” he finally said, pressing play.

A deep bassline rumbled through the speakers, followed by a hypnotic melody. The beat was dark and sultry, unmistakably his sound, but then - your voice.

Your breath hitched.

He had already layered your demo vocals onto the song.

You glanced at him in disbelief, but Jiyong was watching you intently, one hand resting lazily against his lips.

“You like it?”

“Are you serious?” Your voice cracked slightly, betraying your nerves. “This is - this is insane. It’s so good.”

He smirked, pleased.

“I'm glad you agreed to work with me. I’ve been a fan of yours for a while,” he admitted casually, as if he hadn’t just shattered your entire perception of reality.

Your brain short-circuited.

“I- wait, really?”

Jiyong chuckled at your reaction. “You have this energy- ” he gestured vaguely, “- that the industry needs. It's addictive. This is your first solo project, right?”

You nodded, still processing the fact that he admitted to liking your music. You were a part of a girl group that were on the rise to success with a couple of hit songs.

The girls were currently on hiatus as they worked on their individual careers and this was the first time you'd worked on something without them. It was surreal that he chose you to feature on his comeback album after his years away from the spotlight.

“Well,” he leaned forward, eyes glinting, “let’s hope this is just the beginning.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 Six months later, 2024 MAMA Awards:

You were trying very hard to keep a straight face.

Which was difficult, considering G-Dragon was standing directly in front of you, smiling that slow, knowing smile like he knew a secret no one else in the room did.

Because he did.

Your bandmates, however, were completely oblivious, practically vibrating as they struggled to remain composed. You were nearly hit in the face with a light stick.

“Holy shit, it’s actually him,” one of them whispered.

Your leader was the first to recover. “Ah! Sunbaenim! It’s an honour to meet you!”

Jiyong chuckled, bowing respectfully. “I’ve been meaning to say hello.”

As he rose, his eyes flickered to yours, just for a second.

No one else noticed, but you did.

That subtle flicker of amusement, that unspoken acknowledgment.

You had seen each other just last night.

And yet, here you were, pretending this was your first interaction.

“I’m a huge fan,” your youngest member gushed. “Like, actually. Huge.”

Jiyong smirked. “Oh?”

Your bandmate nodded rapidly. “We were literally just talking about your performance.”

Which was true.

Jiyong had just stepped off the stage after his first live performance in years, wearing a custom pink ensemble that had the entire room of idols buzzing.

And coincidentally…

You were wearing pink too.

Your stylist had handed you this dress earlier today, saying it would be “perfect for the show.” But you knew better.

This wasn’t a coincidence.

Jiyong planned this.

It was a silent, unspoken statement - one only the two of you understood.

Your bandmates, still too distracted by his presence, completely missed the way his fingers briefly grazed yours when he moved past you.

A touch so fleeting it almost didn’t happen.

Almost.

And then, just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone.

Your bandmate immediately turned to you, shaking your arm.

“Hello?! You love G-Dragon. Why aren't you screaming right now?!”

You blinked innocently.

“Oh, trust me,” you said, lips curling into a secretive smile.

“I was dying on the inside.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Your back hit the hotel suite’s wall with a soft thud, Jiyong’s mouth already on yours before the door had even clicked shut.

His hands found your waist, fingers pressing into the silky fabric of your dress - the pink dress - bunching it slightly as he pulled you closer.

“You looked so good tonight,” he murmured against your lips, voice husky.

You smiled into the kiss, fingers tangling in his pink hair.

“You planned it.”

Jiyong pulled back slightly, cocking a brow. “Planned what?”

You scoffed. “The outfits. You knew I’d match you.”

He grinned, shameless. “Maybe.”

You swatted his arm, but he caught your wrist, pressing a slow kiss to your palm before lacing his fingers with yours.

“You should’ve seen your face,” he mused, smirking. “Trying so hard to act normal.”

“You weren’t exactly subtle either,” you shot back. “The lingering looks? The hand touch? Jiyong, come on.”

He hummed in amusement, resting his forehead against yours.

“We’ve been careful for six months,” he murmured, thumb stroking the inside of your wrist. “You really think people are starting to notice?”

“Not yet,” you admitted. “But if you keep showing up to award shows looking like my soulmate, they might.”

Jiyong chuckled.

Then, softly - softer than you’d ever heard him - he murmured,

“Would that be so bad, Jagiya?”

Your breath caught.

This wasn’t just a secret fling anymore.

It was something else entirely.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

double dropping in one day? oops. im becoming consumed by tumblr 🤭

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[manmuncher777]

Bestfriend!Gojo who was hanging out with you and some girl friends when he went to get himself another drink, he got distracted on his phone before heading back, only to hear the topic of the conversation has changed. Hushed whispers and giggles coming from the living room and he stood behind the corner listening intently.

“What?!?! Never, come on your joking.” he heard a friend gasp.

“Not even that other guy you dated? the one with the weird facial hair?” your other friend asked only to be met with your embarrassed shushing.

“Guys, its not a big deal!”: you whispered. Gojo was intrigued now, what could’ve gotten little old you so embarrassed

“You’ve never been eaten out, its a huge deal!”

“Shut up, I don’t need Gojo hearing!”

Bestfriend!Gojo who’s stopped dead in his tracks… so no one has ever eaten you out huh? Figures with your list of lames ass fucking exes. He never liked any of the guys you brought home, always thinking you could do with someone better, someone like him…. Now that was becoming a lot more clear to him.

Bestfriend!Gojo whos thinking about how good he would treat you if you were his, he wouldnt be able to let you go 12 hours without getting a taste for you. If he was dating you, your pleasure would be his priority. But for now he was going to keep this to himself.

Bestfriend!Gojo who’s walking around the corner with significantly tighter pants now, smirk on his face. “What am i not allowed to hear sweets?” he questioned, lolloping down next to you on the couch, a lot closer than he was before. He was staring at you intently, and you had to try and make yourself concentrate

“N-Nothing!!” You squeal out, your voice noticeably higher than normal. Your face was pink, covered in a hue of blush. Your friends sat there trying to hold in their giggles at your embarrassment. Like school girls with a secret they were hiding from the teacher. You shot them a look to tell them to shut up, but it only made them giggle more.

Bestfriend!Gojo who was having trouble concentrating for the rest of the night after what he heard. He couldn’t believe it was true, he also couldn’t believe how flustered you were getting over it. He was also struggling to stop him imagination. Images of your whirling around in his mind, how you would sound ur he finally got his mouth on you. He knew he would make you enjoy it, he would have you cumming until you couldn’t anymore. Until you were shaking and all you could scream was his name. All he could do was sit and watch as you chatted vibrantly to your friends, while he was there imaging how you would taste.

Bestfriend!Gojo would couldn’t be happier when your friends finally leave. It was a long evening filled with wine and chatter, and he wasn’t able to enjoy it ever since your little secret got spliced. I mean what kind of man would he be to ignore such a thing like that. Now that he finally had you by yourself, he could get you.

“So you gonna tell me what your little friends were giggling about so much earlier.” He leans on your counter, watching as you pack away various things of the night, he had followed you into the kitchen for this interrogation.

“Not sure what you mean,” You shut him down, your back to him while you put away things in your fridge. Your back to him so he couldn’t see the blush on your face.

“Oh I think you do sweetheart, You were redder that a tomato” A sly smirk on his face as you whip around.

“I was not!”

“Oh yeah? You sure, because you look the same right now.” He said smugly, not moving despite your angry glare “C’mon, it cant be that bad, im your best friend, You can tell ‘Toru anything.”

you freeze for a second, a nervous shiver wracking over you and you can feel yourself flush. You couldn’t imagine telling Gojo such an embarrassing secret. You were mortified enough as it is

“It’s embarrassing Gojo” you say firmly, but he can hear the nervous shiver in your voice.

He makes his way round the counter. stopping right in front of you as you turn from the fridge. His towering figure stood above you like some kind of god. a knowing smirk on his face as his piercing blue eyes stared intently at you.

“Oh cmon sweets don’t Gojo me.” His deft fingers reaching to brush the prickled skin of you arm. “Jus’ tell me, can’t be that bad.” That smile might seems warm and welcoming, but you could sense something else under there. something you couldn’t quite place.

you sigh, an exasperated noise leaving you. you struggle to hold eye contact with him, glancing down at you feet. trying to hide the flush in your face

“Trust me. it’s pretty bad”

“You know you can tell me. Promise I won’t make fun of you. Scouts honour!” he places a hand over his heart as he speaks

“You were never a scout Satoru” you laugh at his joke. the tension you felt easing. maybe you could trust him

“Still applies.”

you pause for a moment, mulling it over in your mind. I mean he promised not to make fun of you. maybe it would be fine. You could just tell him and move on, that way he would stop bugging you about it… right?

“basically. Noonehasevereatenmeout.” “woah slow down. I didn’t even hear that”

you take a deep breath turning your head to the side so he can’t see your face

“I have never been eaten out! okay. No big deal”

the silence is almost palpable. You kept your head to the side, awaiting a loud laughter or some sort of chuckle. maybe some sort of mocking. but nothing. Just heavy breathing as you felt that presence get even closer.

“oh sweetheart” Gojos voice rang out with sympathy. not mocking. his hand gently dripping at your chin and forcing you to face him. those eyes of his as intense as ever. “You mean no one has ever gotten to taste that pretty little pussy?”

that question struck you to your core. your stomach warming at the crude nature of his comment. You couldn’t will yourself to fight against his grip and pull away. You allowed yourself to be entranced by the man.

While his voice may be kind. that smile on his face was anything but

“want me to be your first baby?”

bestfriend!Gojo who lowered himself onto his knees in front of you. A imagine you wanted imprinted in your mind forever. he looked heavenly, those gorgeous blue eyes never leaving yours. As soon as you nodded your head yes he dropped you onto your counter, spread your legs and dropped To his knees. Something you never thought you would see him do. But there was something about that look in his eyes. The way he never took them off you. It sent a shiver through you.

Bestfriend!Gojo who pushes up your skirt so sweetly, waiting to see if hes pushing some kind of boundary, but when he sees your blushing face, he knows you’re enjoying yourself to. His eyes now flickering down to where theyre begging to be.

Glancing down to your panties, a pretty black lace that he was soon peeling down your legs. ( slipping them into his back pocket for…. Later)

Bestfriend!Gojo who would sense your nerves, a hand stroking at your thigh as he stared at your pretty pussy. Folds glistening with arousal under the lights in your kitchen

“Oh? What’s this?” A long finger dragging through your folds, making you gasp. “Wet already sweetheart?”

You were certain you were a bright shade of scarlet now, you can feel yourself furiously blushing. You couldn’t place the reason however, was it because you were embarassed? Or maybe because you felt vulnerable. Or maybe it was because your handsome Bestfriend was on his knees infront of your needy pussy

Bestfriend!Gojo who wouldve liked to spend more time teasing you and making you beg for him, but he could save that for next time. Right now he just had to get his mouth on your pretty little pussy. He looked almost entranced, like a child being gifted a new toy.

Bestfriend!Gojo who wastes not a second longer, gripping your hips with his huge hands as he pulls you into his face. Burying himself in your folds eagerly. His tongue discovering each and every part of you. He did his best to start off gentle, but those sweet little moans you let out for him were making it hard to keep control

“Oh!” You gasped out, not expecting him to be so eager to eat you out. Goosebumps prickling all over your body as the first flick of his tongue hand you squirming. And he certainly doesn’t stop there, his tongue diving through your folds, savouring every drop of your essence with each greedy lick. One of your hands gripping on the edge of the countertop while another flies to his hair, tugging on the strands harshly as his tongue drags oh so sweetly over your clit.

“H-Holy fuck” you stutter out, you were a mess. Not expecting any of this to be unfolding, and not expecting it to be this fucking good.

Your flushed face screwing up with pleasure from the man beneath you, head flung back as moans and gasps leave you. It was a foreign feeling, but certainly not a bad one. You could hardly control your hips as they bucked into the mouth of your best friend.

Bestfriend!Gojo who is having the best time of his life, buries deep between your thighs. He never wants to forget the taste of you on his tongue. Swiping through your folds over and over again, dipping into your dripping opening. Slowly hes losing his resolve, getting messier and messier with each movement. Rumbling groans leaving his chest as you tug on his hair when he sucks your clit. Your juices dripping down his chin, but that doesnt stop him. His mind slowly being flooded with thoughts of you and only you. Nothing compared to the noises you were making in this moment, he wanted so badly to be able to see you. Just from those noises you were making, he knew your face would look so sweet, sweet enough to match the pitchy moans leaving you. The breathy plea’s for more. And the way you sounded when his name left your lips. But he didnt dare remove himself from you, unsure if he would be able to manage even a second away from you pretty little cunt. He wanted to eat your until you were crying.

Bestfriend!Gojo who can tell when you’re getting close, removing one of the hands that was keeping your legs spread for him, and tracing it down to your needy cunt. This was his chance to look at you, removing his mouth from you, allowing his deft fingers to take the place of his tongue tracing over your clit. Your body jumps at the feeling, a sharp gasp leaving you.

“Toru~”

“s’alright sweets, I’ve got you.” He assures while he traces sloppy kisses up your thighs. You can feel his eyes watching your every move. He’s glad he got a chance to look at your fucked out features that were all because of him. A smug sort of pride filling his chest knowing he was your first, and knowing he was the one who turned you into a moaning mess.

“Feels good huh?” He asks, and your can hear the smirk in his voice, youre not too sure if you can manage to open your eyes though. Unable to look at your Bestfriend in this moment. The only thing you can do is nod as his fingers work merciless circles over your clit.

“Oh come on baby, you can do better than that.” His fingers slow slightly “Open those eyes for me… unless you want me to stop of course.”

In an instant your shamelessly snap you eyes open “Fuck- no toru, please don’t stop.” You whine as your glassy eyes meet his. Tears of pleasure building slightly, threatening to spill.

You can feel your orgasm building in your stomach, that delicious feeling creeping closer and closer.

“There she is” he smirks. And finally his handsome face comes into view. You can see the shine of your slick coating his chin and mouth that is currently pulled into a mean smirk.

“S’good toru, so good.” You whimper as his fingers take up their usual pace, you’re so close, on the edge. And that look in his eyes is only making your situation worse.

“I know sweets, I know. So why don’t you be a good girl and cum for me?” Spiting a thick glob of saliva on your pussy, right before he dives back in, determined to finish you off.

And with a few more ravenous licks of your cunt, you were doing just that. Legs trembling and eyes squeezed shut you came on your best friends tongue, harder than you had in a long time. Back arching into the air as you yelped out for him. Grinding against his face as he helped you through your orgasm, movements never ceasing as you soaked his face.

Bestfriend!Gojo who didnt stop until you were squirming from overstimulation, pulling himself up on his knees and wiping his face while you sat there a dripping and quivering mess, still recovering.

“You wanna see what else im good at baby?”

[robertsfloyd]

Okok I saw you asked for requests and I was wondering if you’d do alpha!lando x omega fem!reader and he’s in his rut and knots her? Please and thank you 🫡

i kinda wanna branch out and do other au's, maybe a hybrid!au series, but im not sure. let me know what you guys think!

cw: 18+ smut, accidental knotting

it wasn't supposed to be anything serious. you and lando were just fooling around. he was your partner for your heat and you were his partner for his rut.

nothing more than that.

he wasn't supposed to knot you. he wasn't supposed to tie himself to you, spill his seed inside of you with no way for it to escape.

the aim of knots was to get the omega pregnant. but you didn't want that. he didn't want that. that was why he pulled out when he began to feel his knot inflate, spilled onto your stomach while he knotted his hand.

not this time.

you'd never felt a knot inflate inside of you before. you gripped his shoulders, staring at him as it happened. "lando," you whispered as his eyes went wide with horror. "pull out! pull out! pull out!" she cried.

"i can't!"

"pull out!"

"baby!" lando didn't mean to snap. his hands were on either side of your head as he loomed over you. "i can't pull out. if i do, i'm gonna really hurt you."

you released a breath as he stilled. his knot fully inflated felt incredible, but it wasn't what you wanted. it wasn't what either of you wanted.

"shit, i'm sorry," he whispered, head falling forward. "i'm so, so sorry."

you swallowed as you nodded. "hey," you reached up, threaded your fingers through his hair. "it's okay. this is on both of us." he closed his eyes, tipped his head towards your hand. "besides, i'm on the pill."

"you are?" he asked and released a breath.

"c'mon lan. it was bound to happen sooner or later; we're not exactly the safest."

he released a dry chuckle as he laid down beside you and pulled you close to him. "maybe one day," he whispered and kissed the back of your neck. "if you'll have me."

he held you close until his knot deflated.

[willyoubemycherryy]

“I’ll watch over you.” (C. Novak)

Summary: A harmless invitation turns out to be very enlightening…

Contains: Fluff, Dean being a little mean, pining, GOD the pining, sleeping, reader sleeps easy bc she isn’t traumatized, accidentally and hopelessly in love secretly, dreaming, kissing, reader wants to kiss a few people, Dean and his stupid bets, unsolved emotions with everyone’s favorite angel baby

A/N- this is just the beginning. Im obsessed with him and I will be a fiend about it.

There was something so serene about it. The stillness, the silence, how the body warms while you’re completely at peace. Soundly sleeping.

This was something he couldn’t do with Dean.

He didn’t like when the angel watched him during unconsciousness and he wasn’t particularly keen about upsetting boundaries so when either brother would tire, he’d go occupy himself elsewhere. It wasn’t until you came along where he found not all people minded. It was also where he found a strange warmness in his chest, fuzzy and new.

The leads to the creature you were all hunting had been successful though more research had to be done and that would take time but since it was late enough, you all returned to where you were staying and begun to settle in. Sam was set up in the kitchen with his laptop and Dean got ready for his “4 hours” on the couch while he stood in the middle of the room. As he kicked off his boots, laying down Dean rolled to face him, pointing a finger in warning.

“I better not wake up to you watching me. You remember our talk? S’ creepy.” He shudders at the memory of all the times he woke in a start to just that. Castiel sitting quietly in the darkness with his eyes on him.

The angel nods, holding back a small sigh. He truly didn’t think it was a concern. Humans sleep, angels watch them. He personally felt it also helped to keep you all safe- him watching and guarding your mind- especially in your unconscious subconscious. He prepares to go somewhere else when you stroll by, making his heart pause in that curious way it does around you as you pull his tie on your way towards the room.

“Hey, just so you know- I don’t mind you watching me while I sleep.” His eyes widen and Sam’s stopped typing, looking up at attention, he exchanges an amused look with Dean. Castiel struggles to find a response for a beat, eventually coming up with;

“You don’t?” And your eyes seem to sparkle as you spin on your heel, turning your head over your shoulder, shaking your head as you smile. At him.

“Not at all.”

He watches you nudge the door open with your foot at the end of the short hallway before turning to him again.

“You coming, angel baby?” The room feels a bit different now and not just because he can feel the brothers grinning for some reason. Angel baby was your special alternative name for him that came from a song that you favored. You favored the song and he favored the name because he favored you. This time he actually is quiet, simply nodding and you go into the room to prepare yourself for sleep and he stands motionless. Almost hypnotized. Quietly processing until Sam coughs into his fist, Dean chuckling.

“Well? That’s your cue, go get ‘em tiger.” He furrows his brows in confusion because he wasn’t getting anything. Regardless, he follows after you. The door closing behind him with a soft click.

Inside, the room is dark and quiet. Curtains closed with your form laying still on the bed before you turn your head in his direction and pat the space next to you.

“Sorry in advance, my dreams are a real party sometimes.” Your soft voice whispers and he follows the call, bed dipping as he sits beside you and like always, you turn your head to find his eyes- even in the darkness you seek his face. It’s honestly a habit. Since the day you met Cas, you’ve been drawn to him. The pretty blue eyed angel Dean managed to charm down from heaven and onto his shoulder.

“That’s fine. I’ll watch over your parties as well.” You bite your lip and sigh. It comes out more longingly than you’d prefer but he sounds so sincere- like watching you was serious business. Snuggling deeper into the covers, you let the natural exhaustion of the day wash over you and close your eyes, breath evening out as intense blue eyes silently but softly watch. A witness of your easy decent to sleep.

It’s quiet. So quiet but there’s something about the quiet that comes so serenely- it’s utterly beautiful. Your every inhale is like a prayer. There’s a clench in his chest; a fondness he’s beginning to associate with you. Your back rises and falls as he listens and keeps count of your heartbeat while you breathe, eyes softening at the slow tempo and the way your expression could only soften this much during sleep and sleep alone and you were sharing this vulnerability with him. The vulnerability of that part of your mind where it was beyond consciousness to conceal.

It means more than you know.

True to his word, he does watch your dreams; shielding the unpleasant ones from entering and observing the ones that stayed. Small scenes and scenarios that became more detailed and vivid the longer you slept. They were very random too. One would start and seemingly have a plot before an entirely new one would begin. He recognized some of the people in them and others were stranger. Most had you in various roles. A florist, an ice skater, you with your siblings when you were smaller- he smiles at that, seeing your young life through gentle unbiased bright eyes- or one where you were wearing matching black suits with Sam or hanging around Bobby’s. There’s even one where you dream of you and your life as an angel but the more dramatic version with huge wings and white eyes. His eyebrow raises as he watches one where you and Pamela kiss. Hes noticed you always seem somewhat stricken by her when she comes around but you’d always insist it was because she was “just really cool” not because you “have it in” for her and he trusts you but the subconscious was telling.

You shift, breathe catching lightly before evening out again and your lashes flutter against your cheeks where they’ve fallen closed. On impulse and before he can truly comprehend the why of it, he strokes a finger down your cheek, the skin soft and warm from sleep and he’s rendered breathless by how effortlessly you captivate. Him, especially. He’s seen beauty everywhere as everything came from god and thus was made in his image but you…from the arch of your eyelids to the slope of your neck- the kind of loveliness you were made in made a hopeless fool of him.

You, yourself were a very open person. Not going out of your way to hide things about yourself and encouraging others to do the same. So, it wasn’t a surprise that you welcomed his odd habits but to him it was. A nice surprise, however.

In your next series of dreams, he sees himself. And there’s you. He freezes at how much closer you two are in the scene, the intimacy displayed being so casual and easy. Holding hands then sitting so close that you’re almost in his lap and his hands are low on your back and you’re talking before this time- it’s you and him that kiss.

The warmth in his chest is hotter now, coming in with an edge and something else he can’t accurately place but it isn’t unpleasant. After that, the scene changes completely and he’s seeing a lot of himself through your eyes. He doesn’t realize his lips have turned up but he’d get back to that later. The current focus being-

You think of him. Often.

His eyes widen as the next dream comes softer but this time it’s you and you alone- praying. Your mouth moves but your voice is light and he’s able to make some of it out but what’s clear as rain is; “…Castiel..”

You not only thought of him- you pray to him. He’s sure it’s more than fondness he feels for you. The way you think of him; your eyes and fingers as pens as you memorize him in every alphabet in every language and memorized your memories until they multiplied…

He suddenly misses you.

Yes, you’re right there but you’re somewhere not present with him and he doesn’t want to wake you since it’s only been a few hours, time passing by as he watched over you.

Now he had to decide to continue to watch over you or wake you. It would wait, though. Humans needed their rest and your wellbeing meant too much to him to disturb it. Besides, he had much to think on himself while you slept.

Starting with you.

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Meanwhile outside with dumb and dumber:

“It’s awful quiet in there..”, Dean gruffs out in the quiet space to Sam after getting only 3 of his 4 hours who just hums, flicking his eyes over to his brother with a ‘duh’ look on his face.

“What did you expect? It’s Cas, Dean. She told him he could watch her sleep not watch her-“, he cuts himself off because he was not going there but the mischief in deans voice lets him know he has every intention of going there.

“Right but cmon look at her. She’s gorgeous-“,

“Dean-”, he warns but he doesn’t pay it any mind.

“And you know it too-”,

“Yeah but-”

“She could tempt the robes off a priest-”

“DEAN!” Sam exasperates and Dean throws a hand up in defense.

“I’m just saying a woman like that invites oblivious lover boy to watch her sleep…”

“And?”

“And it writes itself!” Sam scoffs, taking a sip of your vitamin water that you left on the table.

“You think they’re gonna get together or somethin’?” Dean lets out a sharp whistle, snapping before he points at him.

“Absolutely. In fact, let’s bet on it.”

“…alright. I’ll bite. How much?” Dean hums,

“200. A hundred for both.” Oh boy. Here they go again.

“You really are sure. So 200$ says they’ll get together-“

“Or kiss”, Dean cuts him off and he rolls his eyes.

“Right. Or kiss and if they don’t you gotta pay up?”

“Yup. If she and Cas or she and you don’t end up kissing eventually then you can make my pockets hurt.” Wait. Sam looks around in confusion, brows furrowing as he jerks his neck back.

“What- wait, why me??” Dean gives him a look that makes him feel like he missed something significantly obvious.

“Remember the black suit you wore when we went undercover 2 weeks ago? Should’ve seen the look in her eyes-”

“Alright alright,” Sam cuts him off, feeling the back of his neck warm as he fights a flush.

“Deal.”

Yeah. Here they go again.

[tass3l]

heartbreaking! this man got attached to a character who is doomed no matter what

[quigzahhutt]

everyone pondering whether to continue writing or posting Logan works...

DO IT!! PLEASE !! your creativity and vision does not deserve to go to waste !! and also like, right now is honestly the BEST time to post things because we're so short on content !! it's ok to feel demotivated or just need time for a break bcuz of him dropping out of ELMS, but please don't feel like people are going to become disengaged! I know personally I'm still all over Logan art and fics rn; if anything I'm more engaged now just because Im being more proactive about checking for Logan content bcuz I know we won't be getting new content of him for a while

anyways. I've just been seeing a lot of people asking if they should even continue posting their Logan stuff bcuz he's kinda disappeared recently and it makes me so sad bcuz like. I care !! I wanna see ur stuff !!!

[reikafanfic]

Random Nsfw Head Canons For Riize Maknae line (with Fem!Reader)

( Includes: Seunghan, Sohee and Anton )

Again, there will be so many typos in this so get ready, I didn't proof read this at all.

Also hanis section might not be the best because I got into riize after they put him on hiatus (I hate sm so bad don't get me started) and I have a hard time getting a read on him but I tried

Hyung line, Maknae line

♡ ♡ Seunghan ♡ ♡

I had a hard time getting a read on him at first because he's such a cutie (he doesn't deserve half the shit that he gets OT6 WHEN I CATCH YOOUUUU-)

But honestly after thinking about it a little bit...this man is a undercover freak, HEAR ME OUT

The type of guy to finger you under the table when you're out with friends, smiling and chatting it up with everybody as if he isn't knuckles deep inside you.

He's so sweet too, calling you "his girl" and talking about how happy he is with you as you're struggling to not make any sounds.

That's his entire thing, he'll tease you and be so so mean but he'll do it with the sweetest smile on his face.

I would consider him a strict soft dom, If you're a good girl he'll treat you like a princess, praise you day and night but if you start getting bratty with him, he'll get so mean (in a fun way 🤭)

You bent over as he's fucking you from the back, your face buried in the pillow so you can't beg for his forgiveness whenever he slaps your ass.

"Awe are you trying to say something baby? I can't hear you sweetheart"

Also a bit sadistic, loves leaving marks on you, especially ones that last for days.

Seeing you wince whenever you sit down after he spanks you gets him so hard, literally ready to go for round two right then and there.

As much as he loves when he gets to punish the brat out of you, he also loves when you're his good little girl.

It's been said before but this man is a EATER, if you behave you get your pussy ate till your brain melts out your ears.

His aftercare mainly consists of him putting on ointment where you need it and making sure you're okay, since he's the Dom it's catered to what would make you feel the best.

At your beck and call after sex, the sweetest man alive.

SIGH I MISS MY MAN

♡ ♡ Sohee ♡ ♡

Virgin loser. IM SO SORRY HSHA

I'm a loser!Sohee truther, this man hasn't been near a pussy his entire life, gets absolutely no play.

He's always been too nervous too approach women and when he started training to become an idol he just didn't have the time.

So when he meets you he's all nerves, too shy to say anything, so you'll have to be the ones to initiate things.

Probably the most submissive out of Riize mainly because he's inexperienced and more comfortable with you taking the ropes.

Cums way too fast the first few times you two do it, is super embarrassed about it but he can't help it :(

"shit- sorry- it just.... you...you feel so good I'm so sorry"

Because of that he insists he wants to learn other ways on how to please you, whether that's oral or through his hands.

In the beginning of your relationship he's kinda sloppy but what he lacks in experience he makes up for with enthusiasm.

After learning and practicing a whole bunch I honestly think he has the best head game in Riize, he lives to please.

Same with his fingers, because he has a hard time lasting during sex he got really good at basically everything else so don't worry, you'll definitely leave the experience satisfied.

Also probably the most vanilla in Riize, you're his first and he's still figuring out the ropes, definitely wouldn't be into BDSM.

Maybe over time after you've been together a while but for the time being he's more than happy with missionary.

He does eventually get over his cumming too quickly problem but he's almost disappointed, he kinda liked the humiliation. 🤭

Aftercare is more of a joint activity with him, prefers to both take care of you and be taken care of.

You've gotten in the habit of alternating who gets to be the small spoon.

He also likes to talk after sex but it's more like him quickly rambling before falling asleep mid sentence.

Also gets the cutest bed head the morning after.

♡ ♡ Anton ♡ ♡

Sigh.....MY MAN MY MAN MY MAAANNN okay sorry wait-

This is gonna be long because he's my favourite, tee hee.

I don't think he's a Virgin but he's mostly inexperienced, hasn't really done a whole lot but knows the basics.

I mean have you seen all the shit he was up to? Swimming competitively, playing the cello, being an Idol, this man doesn't have time for anything.

Also another one that takes his time dating you before you two sleep together, I don't think he'd wanna sleep with you if he wasn't sure you two would eventually be official.

Also another switch, leans dom though, specifically soft dom.

This man is PACKING, we've all seen that one screenshot, definitely the "Big and doesn't know what to do with himself" trope.

Would honestly prefer a more experienced partner, tell him what to do because he doesn't know.

Also has a size kink, you could only be like two inches shorter than him but the fact that you're shorter at all gets him going, it's not just about height either.

He's broad as hell so he loves giving you back hugs, especially when you're brushing your teeth so he can see himself engulf you, that visual really gets him going.

Unexpectedly kind of a tease, leans into kiss you but pulls back just before your lips touch his, passing you a big smile when you pout.

Also speaking of him being huge...his hands....okay listen listen.

Whenever he plays the cello I can only think of one thing...

There's no way his clit rubbing game isn't on point, not too hard, not too soft, keeps it at a consistent pace, doesn't loose it mid way...

NEED THAT. DESIRE THAT.

Also his fingers are so long? He has the biggest hands in Riize, I just know they can do some damage.

Loved laying your back against his chest and reaching down to finger you, has a arm wrapped around your waist so you can't push him away.

"sshhh it's okay baby, just stay still. let me make you feel good"

Also loves giving and recieving head, I already wrote a whole fic centered around him eating pussy so I won't go into details about that here.

He loves watching you struggle to take his cock into your mouth, it's nearly impossible to get it all down and it makes his size kink go crazy.

He rarely finishes in your mouth because seeing you struggle to suck him off makes him want to fuck you right then and there.

Gets so sleepy after sex, like wants to fall asleep then and there type of sleepy. He isn't great at aftercare solely because he gets lazy and just wants to sleep and also because again he isn't that experienced.

Will eventually get a hang of it though, will clean you up and praise you, he doesn't even really do it on purpose it just kinda slips out, how you're so pretty, how you feel so soft, how much he loves you etc etc.

Wants you to sleep on top of him because feeling your weight on top of him is comforting.

Really hope y'all like this, writing these was so fun

[mxnhoo]

hit the stage! (y. jw)

✎ yang jungwon x reader genre concert, jungwon is in a band, reader is the photographer, jungwon and reader are best friends, reader is a hopeless romantic, kissing, cute as FUCK, the audience are cheerleaders fr, more kissing, not proofread, short cos i have 0 writing momentum warnings none word count 1.4k cly's note hai guys i'm back after almost being killed by assignments! this is like really cringe cos im like suuper rusty, sorry bout dat! hope yall like this one

now playing beautiful life - b.i

Upon a single spotlight lighting up a single spot on the stage, loud cheers erupted as the audience grew more excited for what's about to come. You held your camera, checking the settings and ensuring they were good to go before the whole concert started, and before you knew it, the whole stage lit up, a figure running out from backstage causing the cheers to emerge more violently.

Your eyes shot up instantly, the sight of Yang Jungwon never failing to mesmerise you no matter how many times you've seen him. Without wasting a moment, you held up your camera to your face, adjusting the focus to be perfectly on him.

Your finger pressed down, waiting for a moment to let it properly focus before pressing down on the button, which was followed by a loud shutter sound. As soon as you took the photo, you slowly let down the camera, wanting to see the stage with your own eyes and you could feel your whole world stop.

It was almost like your ears blocked out any sound, and you stood there with your mouth slightly agape, the sound of your heart beating at an accelerated rate being the only thing you could hear. He looked good — no — good was not enough to describe him — he looked godly, ethereal, delicate.

And from the way he made eye contact with you for a few seconds made your head spin, but as the drummer hits the crash symbol lightly, it sent you back to consciousness and you immediately brought the camera back to your face, accidentally hitting your mouth in the process.

You licked the inside of your mouth of the area you accidentally hit while focusing on getting more shots, moving around the stage if necessary and careful not to block others. You were Jungwon's personal photographer, well, technically, because you took photos for the band, and also his best friend. It was always his dream to be able to be in a band, and you were always by his side, supporting him in every way.

When his band was just starting out, they were in need of a publicity team, and you'd offered to help out. And here you were, at their concert, holding a camera just like you'd imagined. But one thing you didn't expect was how your body was reacting to this. Your palms were sweaty, your chest was pumping at a concerning rate, and your mind was filled with so many thoughts — each of them being related to Jungwon in some way.

If you couldn't tell already, you had the biggest.. fattest.. hopeless.. crush on your best friend. And you couldn't do anything but to just suck it up and pray it magically appears one day. You bit your lip, hearing the girls near you scream Jungwon's name, an unfamiliar feeling of jealousy filling your chest.

Jungwon raised his hand to the beat of the song, the beat drop of the song approaching, and as the drummer rolled on the snare drum and lifted his sticks for a brief moment, him hitting the crash symbol caused others to jump to the beat of the song, Jungwon pointing his fingers to the crowd and nodding his head as he continued to sing.

Your body was full of adrenaline, the thought to just forget about the photography and to just go crazy and enjoy the concert at the back of your head, but you brushed the thought away and remained professional, giving yourself a way to vibe by nodding and tapping your foot to the beat.

You were sitting down on a nearby chair, your hands still being put to work even after a few hours, taking individual shots of each group member now. Jungwon was now talking about their journey to make this band, and you tried to double task, listening attentively to his words as you shot photos for the band.

You giggled as Jake, the guitarist, made a cute post and you didn't hesitate to snap a photo. Your camera glides away, the camera now focused on Jungwon.

"We couldn't have done this without one person.."

Snap!

"I couldn't have done this without one person."

Snap!

"And to my convenience, that person is here. She's always been".

You lowered your camera, curious to who he was talking about until you saw him turn towards your direction, your brain having to take a moment to process what was going on.

"Y/N, our lovely photographer and our number one fan."

The thoughts in your head vanished, your mind struggling to even form thoughts as you stared at him with your jaw dropped. The crowd cheered loudly but you could only hear your own heart beat. Your eyes were locked with Jungwon, and even with the audience and the loud cheering, it was almost as if it was just the two of you.

He continued, not giving you a chance to recover, "My dear best friend". He flashed you a warm smile, your heart threatening to jump out as you continued to stare, not knowing how to react.

"And with this, I dedicate the last song to you, Y/N".

He gave you a cheeky wink before turning away, the drummer starting to play again being your cue to snap back and focus on photography. You felt sweat trickle down your temple, your breath irregular as you went back to your main responsibility.

As the guitarist started to play the introduction of your song, your eyebrows raised further, realising that they were playing the song.

"Since living feels like hell,"

That song.

"why don't we give love a try?"

Your favourite song.

You've never failed to play Beautiful Life at least once everyday. You shook your head and tapped your head to the beat more aggressively, mumbling the lyrics you knew softly as you continued to snap more shots.

Jungwon got lost in the music, his body moving freely as he moved with the music, his body like water and his hand switching from sliding on his body or pointing to the air. You grinned softly, enjoying the sight of your best friend live his dream, until you saw him look back at you and start walking towards you, while holding a mic.

You were puzzled, but kept the camera to your face regardless. You watched him through your camera as he jumped down the stage, confusing striking in everyone, especially you. You slowly lowered down your camera, unclear as to why he was walking towards you.

"So that's why..."

He maintained eye contact as he slowly made his way towards you.

"If i take your hand, accept it.."

You made steps backwards, being fearful and puzzled because you had no clue what was happening.

"I let out a clumsy confession.."

You stopped moving and he stopped his tracks right in front of you. You mumbled the next song lyrics, but his voice interrupted when he asked "Can I kiss you?" into the mic.

You stared at him, dumbfounded, but you body responded for you when you nodded slowly without realising. He let out a heave of relief before he stepped even closer and cupping your cheeks, pushing his lips onto yours.

His hands felt so warm on your cheeks. If anything, you were expecting him to be rough because there was a whole audience, but he was soft and gentle with you. He lead the kiss, slowly following the rhythm of the song. His hands ran down to your neck, his touch electrifying as you felt the strands on your arms stand up.

You released your camera, your camera dangling from the strap around your neck and you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. It almost felt like your heart already jumped out from how fast it was beating, and a mix of emotions filled your chest.

You felt confused, ecstatic, thankful and relieved all at the same time, and you most definitely weren't complaining. The kiss was so soft and initimate, you almost wish it lasted forever and you were disappointed when he pulled away.

He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes vulnerable as he smiled at you. With his mic still in his fingers, "Y/N, I like— no, I love you!".

The crowd cheered impossibly louder and your heart skipped a beat. Your chest was tightening from his confession and you could only chuckle. You put your hand over his, forcing the mic towards your face.

"I love you too!" you yelled, your head spinning from how ecstatic you felt.

Jungwon's eyes were filled with happiness as he gave a warm grin, the one you've always loved seeing. The one that never failed to light your day.

He cupped your cheeks again before leaning in once more and kissing you again.

extra note i'm really rusty so this is mad cringey.. oh well

[darlingstarkey]

think later - pt 17 (FIC & smau)

series masterlist

summary - y/n, formerly a pogue princess, finally had her big breakthrough and got signed to a record label in LA. little did she, her boyfriend rafe cameron and the rest of her friends know how things would really change as soon as she becomes famous.

anything in dark mode is rafe's phone!

authors note (IMPORTANT): im so sorry i was mia recently. i had so much going on and just got super overwhelmed! i finally figured out how i want this to end :) expect to see very very fluffy rafe upcoming. i kinda wanna turn this into something sweeter after their rough patch! what do you guys think?!

THIS PART IS VERY WORD HEAVY. NO SOCIAL MEDIA WAS USED IN THIS PART.

CONSIDER THIS A PT. 17 & THE NEXT PART WILL BE 17.5! I JUST REALLY WANTED TO MAKE THIS FIC ACTIVE AGAIN AND DEVELOP THEIR STORY :)

wc: approx 1.4k

warnings: canon!rafe mentioned, depression mentioned, rough childhood mentioned, swearing, drugs mentioned, crying, soft!rafe, angst but eventual fluff, y/ns parents, long monologue. cliff hanger.

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and there he was, in fact outside. rafe stood there wearing a fitted white t-shirt, with a slightly grown out buzz cut and a badly shaved stubble. he looked different, tired, sad, exhausted even. rafe leaned against his ferrari and stiffened as soon as you walked out and up to him.

looking up at him you grabbed his jaw and tilted it to the side, biting the inside of your cheek as you inspected him. "you look like shit." you smirked slightly, breaking the awkwardness between you two. he playfully swatted your hand away, bringing you into a familiar warm hug.

"i missed you." he choked out, nestling face into your neck. his voice was raw and broken. you could feel rafe's tears plant themselves in your skin, almost burning you with how much pain you felt in this moment. all of what you went through with him in the past couple of weeks had all just melted away in this moment. having rafe hold you in his strong arms, inhaling his familiar scent of pine trees and whiskey and his warmth, felt healing to you.

you pull him away to see his bright red face and tears freely streaming down them. "i missed you too." you say softly, wiping away his tears. you apologetically smirk up at him, "wanna talk inside?" you say shrugging your shoulder in the direction of your newly acquired mansion.

he nods softly and follows you into your home. it was different, for sure, compared to the run down 2-bedroom for you and your parents back in the cut. this home had everything anyone could ever ask for, and it's exactly what you deserved.

as the door clicked, you heard your mother call out "y/n?" she echoed through the house. "yeah mom, here.." you sigh, waiting for this interaction between your mother and rafe to be over. you swore you could see her eyes bulge out of her head as she laid them on rafes figure.

"oh rafe darling!!" she smiled sweetly as she headed over to cup her hands in between his cheeks. "how have you been my love?" she smiles at him. his face turned a bright pink as he replied, "hi mrs. y/l/n, i've been well, how are you?".

"oh same old same old, except missing my gorgeous daughter here. i can't believe she's about to go all the way to europe for months! can't you believe it?!" your mother beamed. of course she was proud, anyone would be. but this right now, was not what neither you or rafe needed before the conversation you were about to have.

"of course i can believe it.. she's amazing." rafe said genuinely as he looked down at you with admiration.

"well, mom, we'll be upstairs if you need us." you smile softly at your mother, while giving her a 'what are you doing?!' look. finally getting the hint, your mother steps out of the way back to doing whatever task she was indulging in before. you and rafe head up the massive stairs leading to your bedroom.

as rafe steps in, it's almost instantly foreign territory. everything is upgraded and completely different from your old bedroom. no crayola marks from when you were six all over the walls, no piles of clothes due to a lack of dresser, but there was one thing. a photo of you two framed on your night stand.

rafe picks it up and smiles at it while shaking his head. "i remember this day.." he recalls. "you looked so beautiful in that dress, i remember kiara begging us to drive her out onto the main land and hours away for her photography skill development." he chuckles at the memory.

"yeah, that was fun. it was the day you told me you loved me for the first time.." you agreed and plopped next to him and took the photo from his hands, your thumb caressing the glass as if it was the most delicate thing in the world. "we were running hand in hand through the grass and i just remember the look in your eye, you looked like there wasn't a worry in the world rafe.." you look over at him, and he's already staring.

"that's because with you, there isn't..." rafe mumbled.

he starts to twiddle his fingers between eachother, a habit that you've noticed that he engages in when he's anxious.. "listen y/n, i've been a real fucking jerk since you left." he sighed and looked at you with pleading eyes. you gulped, anticipating the words that would come out of his mouth.

"y/n, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. i never knew anything about love, compassion, honesty, and loyalty before i met you. you remember who i was then, a broken kid from a broken home with nothing but money to fix my issues. you fixed me, you took every little broken piece of me and put it together, and i don't think anyone else in the world is able to do that for me but you.

it's not even the way you fixed me, it's the way you managed to do so gracefully just by being yourself. you understood all my breakdowns, all my anger and sadness and it wasn't because you felt like you had to, its because you wanted to.

i am the luckist man in the world to have had you for the time that i did. so even if you just listen to all of this then decide that you don't want to be with me anymore, then so be it. because i know i got to experience great, pure and real love that everyone talks about in the movies." he choked out.

rafe took a long pause before continuing. "i was an idiot, i fucking know. but there's no "how-to" for when your girlfriend suddenly becomes one of the biggest pop stars in the world and you're the one at home fighting the same issues that you would before she came into your life.

god i'm proud of you, hell i wanted you to become famous even more than you did at one point. but when you left it was like a piece of me left and i was fucking scared you would never come back.

your welcome party sucked, i was so worried i had been replaced already.. then jj was there when i was just stuck here already wishing for you to come back and i just spiraled. everything was a threat to me. those LA boys, jj, and just you living out your dream without me there. i went to sofia because she was the only person who would actually listen to me. i never liked her. i was fucking desperate, y/n. i promise you she never meant anything to me. that night at the party with her, was a mistake.

i never wanted to do anything with her, i just wanted to get her alone to talk about how i'd been feeling. and that's why i said something i didn't mean. i was so mad and upset because i felt so lost without you.

i dealt with all of this pressure and issues we had by acting like my old self, the rafe that would just manipulate, bully and push away everyone so badly that it hurt them to protect myself. and i did that to you. i shouldn't have done that because you didn't ever deserve that treatment from me. i let you down these past couple of weeks with all my actions.

i know it isn't an excuse, y/n. i know that what i said was fucked up and horrible. i know i shouldn't have broken up and ran away when things got hard. i wouldn't forgive me if i were you, but i just wanted you to know.

i wanted you to know so i wouldn't live the rest of my life without telling you." he stated sharply, still holding the intense eye contact with you. your face felt hot, and you barely noticed the tears streaming down your face. the silence between you two was so loud that the only thing that was genuinely heard was your thumping heart.

"oh.. and she likes barry.." he says finally.

"w-what?" you choke out, barely hearing him from the ringing noise in your ears.

"sofia. she likes barry." he whispered and looked down at his finger nails.

you placed your hand on top of his and softly touched his hand. rafe shivered at the heat radiating from your hand as it interlinked itself with his almost instinctively.

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