#I can’t believe that this is the tipping point for me to stop supporting him altogether but only because

[kennedybaby]

HAUNTING ~ JASON P. TODD. 18+

Summary: Maybe blocking Jason isn't such a great idea.

Contents: dry humping, oral sex (female receiving), fingering in the alleyway, fucking in the alleyway hence risky sex slash teeny tiny bit of exhibitionism, rough sex, size difference, unhealthy relationship.

Pairing: Jason P. Todd X Female! Reader.

Word count: 2.6k

Author note: an anon implied that they want a part two of the drabble i made abt ex! jason. it is here... and it's valentine's day special. sorry for dropping bangers and leaving for another 2 months. will do it again. enjoy!

🖥️ MAIN MENU. PART ONE.

I know if I’m haunting you,

you must be haunting me.

You told yourself this was going to be the last time. The morning after Jason had left, you were already blocking his number and changing the lock to your front door the next day. Maybe it’s the post-nut clarity that helps you realized that maybe… maybe this things going on between you and him wasn’t exactly healthy. Maybe it’s a good idea to ignore the calls you’ve been getting from ‘unknown’ caller knowing full well it was him.

You think it’s a little cute when he went as far as to text you from Dick’s number.

He thinks you’re a brat.

Besides, who cares if what him and you had going on wasn’t healthy? You didn’t have to blocked him.

Whatever, what’s done is done. “He’s going to stop reaching out eventually.” you told yourself only to see him leaning against his bike, waiting for you in one of the alleyway you always passes after your night shift a week after blocking him. The red helmet slightly glints in the dark when the streetlight hits, “come here,” he murmurs, head tilts slightly to the side. There’s a battered bouquet of red roses in his hand, the veins on his forearm pokes out from how tight he gripped the bouquet to the point that the stems are crushed. “Happy Valentine’s Day, princess. Come get your flowers.” Jason adds, his other hand reached up to removed his helmet as he placed it on the seat of his bike.

”I don’t want to.” A small huff left your lips.

”Just do it, goddamnit [Y/N].”

Old habits die hard.

Your shoulders drops in defeat as you dragged your feet to him, you can’t help it. As much as you want to keep up the ‘I’ve-totally-moved-on’ acts, you just can’t. So here you are, not even five minutes in and Jason already had his arms wrapped around your waist, his lips naturally finding their way to yours the second you had your head slightly tilts up. “Blocked my number, huh? What, you think you’re so mature, huh?” He snorts, letting the bouquet falls from his hand to hold you tighter in his arms. “I didn’t block you…” You whined, standing on your tip toes to keep him quiet by smothering his lips with small pecks.

”Yeah right, that’s totally believable.” He scoffed in between the pecks you're giving him, his head tilts down to make it easier for you to reached in for more kisses. “Because my texts and calls totally got thru.” You can practically taste the sarcasm dripping from the way he talks to you. “I might have accidentally blocked you.” You pulled back slightly to watch as his face gradually sours. He stared back at you with an annoyed look, his brows furrowed before a low groan leaves his lips. “Face the wall.” He groaned, his fingers running thru his black locks before you reluctantly turn to face the wall, “We’re doing it right here?” You stuttered as you spared him a glance over your shoulder, your eyes quickly widened when he pressed himself against you. His bulge slightly rubs against your ass, his hands digs into your hips to keep you still. “Damn right we are.” He says, his breathing slightly staggered as he moves his hips slightly to get more friction against his clothed cock.

You leaned the back of your head, fingers latching onto his forearms as a support. “You’re so annoying, you know that, right?” He speak with a gruff, there’s creases on his forehead as Jason looked back at him. “How many times are you going to do this, huh? Acting like I don’t exist and blocking my number the second we had sex. I’m gettin’ real sick of it, [Y/N].” His hand reached up to grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him  as he grinds himself against the curves of your ass. “Fucking brat.” He adds, his thumb gently brushing over your lips. “My fucking brat.”

“I don’t know,” you breathes, your lips instinctively parting as Jason slips his thumb into your mouth. “…until you’re bored of me?.” You muffled out your words, eyes slowly turning cloudy from the having his cock brushing up against you. He scoffed at your reasoning, rolling his eyes before he pressed his thumb down your tongue.

”As if.” He mumbled, leaning down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You’re gonna block me again after this?” His eyes flickered to looked back at you. You stared at him for a solid minute with only the sound of his jeans and your skirt rubbing together can be heard before he removed his thumb off your tongue to let you speak. “No?” You stammers, mentally cursing yourself when he smirked at your answer. “Good girl.” He replied, his hand falls to the hem of your skirt.

”I missed you,” A soft whine left his lips as his fingers desperately reached down to rub your clit. Jason leaned against you to leave kisses on your neck and up to your jaw as his fingers pushes your panties aside. “You’re so wet already, baby.” He mutters, massaging the bundle of nerves in a circular motion. He slowly swipes his fingers between your folds as you leave trails of your wetness on his fingers. “Looks like this pretty little thing misses me too.” He chuckled when you whimpers at the feeling of his fingers being pushed inside of you. “I missed you too…” You whined, eyes shut tight as he pumps his digits deeper into your sopping cunt. The wetness between your legs sticks to your thighs and clings to his fingers, his teeth hungrily leaving marks on your neck. “Sorry for blocking you.” Your body shuddered in sheer bliss when his fingers curls with his calloused palm constantly brushing against your clit.

”Yeah? You’re sorry?” He asked, his voice growing breathy while his other hand clumsily undo his belt and zipper. A small frustrated groan leaves his throat before he pulls his fingers out of you causing you to pout and whine. “Oh, come on. Give me a second.” He laughed, turning you around but this time facing his bike. He moves your leg up on the seat before he kneel down behind you. “Fuck… Look at that.” He whispers, his warm breath fanned against your pussy before he desperately buried his face in between your thighs. “Jason!” You squeaked, toes curling upon feeling his tongue lapping on your clit with his fingers tightly gripping your thighs. His thick fingers leaving marks on your skin as you squirmed on his bike, causing him to land a spank on your cheek.

You whined. “What’s that for?” You looked back at him only to be met with his dazed eyes and his mouth still latching onto your pussy, drinking every liquid that drips out of you. For once in the span of an hour filled with nothing but his sarcasm, he was quiet. Except for the occasional groans and moans every time you pushes deeper against his nose. Your nails digs into the cushion of his seat as you whimpers when he slide his tongue into your entrance, prodding in and out of your entrance before he finally pulled back for some air.

”Jeez, Jay…” He looked up at you when you pouted, his cheeks and chin were coated with your juices before his eyes cast down to the way you wiggled your hips at him. “…keep going.” You bat your lashes at him, the excitement in your stomach stirs as he tugs his pants and boxer just low enough for his cock to springs out of the tight confinement before gently slapping against his stomach. His thumb keeping your panties aside and your entrance exposed to him, "Calm down, princess." He sighs before his teeth digs into his lower lip, it's been a hard week since he felt anything close to this. Sure, he settled on his fist for the first two days before he completely stopped when he realised that fucking his fist to the thought of you wasn't as good as fucking you.

He slowly moves his hips, managing to bury the tip of his cock inside of you as he lets out a choked moan. "Still feels good as ever." He moaned, head tilted back with his eyes closed. His cock twitches in you when small whines falls past your lips, sending vibrations down to him as the muscles tightening around his length. "Christ, you're still not used to me?" His breath were shaky before he looked down to you, admiring at the clear size difference between the two of you as you tried your best to take every inch of him.

"S'not my fault," You huffed, your legs slightly trembles underneath him. Jason shifts your position slightly, holding you by the waist with one hand while his other hand makes their way under your shirt to fondled with your tits. "Never said it was." He replied, pushing his cock deeper inside of you until he’s halfway in when he stopped, noticing the way you tensed up. “It’s okay, baby. Just a few more inches and the hard part’s over.” Your body shuddered from his whispers, his breath tickling the back of your neck before you quickly nods at his words. His hand reached to wiped the sweats off your forehead before his hips slowly moves, “Mhm, just like that… Just relax.” Jason coos, planting small kisses on your temples.

A whine break out of your sealed lips when he completely buried himself inside of you, filling every crevices off your pussy with his twitching cock. The curve of his length itches just the sweet spot to make you see stars, “Jason…” The sound of you calling his name temporarily distracts him from the way your pussy clamped him down. His fingers had its deadly grips on your hips as you stand on your tip toes just to slightly fuck yourself on his cock, “Yeah?” He croaked, replying back to you with a deeper tone as he glanced down to the way your ass softly slaps against his pelvis, “You’re adjusting?” He asked before you let a small ‘mhm’ left your lips.

“You’re just fucking yourself on me.”

“No, I’m not.” You lied with a crooked grin. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Just look at the damn wall. You’re gonna break that dainty little neck if you keep looking back at me like that.” He mumbled, moving his hips into you in a more quicker pace. “Hold onto my helmet. Drop it and I’m stopping.” He grabbed a fistful off your ass while you quickly grabbed the red helmet, hugging it to your chest. The sound of skin slapping can be heard throughout the dark alleyway, your shared moans and groans reverberates and bounces off the brick walls. He moves his hand down between your legs, his fingers pressing down on your clit as he moves it in sloppy, circular motion. His other hand holding on the handle of his bike, “Lift your ass up, baby.” He grunted, brow furrowing as his hips moves back and forth, every thrust felt like he’s sending you over the edge.

”I’m trying!” You said in a hushed tone, too breathless. You weren’t sure if your knees can take anymore before they buckled to the dirty ground. In an act of desperation, Jason lifts you up with his forearm under your stomach causing your legs to dangled off the ground before he continue shoving his fat cock into your dripping pussy. You let out a small gasp, he’s really doing it-- he’s quite literally carrying you like a doll. “Can’t even do the simplest thing.” He huffed, eyes closed with his the tip of his nose tickling the crook of your neck as your fingers clings to his helmet, not wanting to dropped it lest he stopped just for the sake of making you miserable.

Your eyes lazily gazes at the other end of the alleyway where anyone that decides to passed the alleyway can noticed the both of you. Your cheeks warmed up at the thought, minimizing your moans into small squeaks and whines. You glanced at Jason, hoping he doesn’t notice only for him to sharply thrust into you to elicit a loud moan out of you, green eyes narrowing down at you. “Don’t be quiet,” He whispered, his other hand reached to traced the curve of your spine with his thumb lightly. “Let me hear you.” He dragged his voice to sound slightly whiny just to tease you even further.

You hated how much you expected this from the get go.

Blocking him was never an option, Jason has a knack when it comes to keeping you tied to him. One command from him and you’d rushed back into his arms like a puppy, hopelessly lingering around him. “Feels so good…” You whispered back, lashes thick with salty tears as wanton moans spills out of your swollen lips. You hated the fact that the both of you knows this. You’re not even sure if the both of you were even exes at some point. The feeling of the head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot sends you shivering despite being half dressed, it doesn’t help how godly his cock is. The delicious curve that sends you whining for more, the noticeable vein on the side of his length, the way his balls slaps against your clit, the thickness of it-- all of it drives you insane, fills your body with nothing but carnal desires.

“Outside? Inside?” He asked in between his groans, strands of his black locks sticks to his forehead as his jaw clenches. You know it’s near when his movement grow sloppy and inconsistent, his eyes darkened with sheer lust and the muscles on his bicep flexes. “Fuck, don’t just gimme puppy eyes, princess. Answer me.” He said with gritted teeth, purposely moving his hips rougher into you as you cried out of pleasure. “Out, out, out…” Your babbles almost went incoherent when you choked on your own moans while you blinks away the tears that welled at the corned of your eyes. He nods his head, burying his face into your shoulder as his arm around your waist tightens.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” He curses, his head spinning and leaving him dizzy. Jason wanted to stay inside of you badly, the warmth of your cunt wrapping snugly around him screams nothing but heaven. And the fact that you’re already cumming on his cock before he even gets to pulled out? God, you’re just torturing him at this point. He pulled out of you right before he finishes, wet and sticky seeds shooting on your back and staining your skirt as he winces when the cold air hits his cock. “Oh my god.” His chuckle were airy, skin were slightly flushed from the lovemaking. Jason cradled you in his arms, turning you around to face him before placing you on top of his bike.

”You okay?” He asked, softly massaging your inner thighs. His forehead presses against yours, his gaze softened at the sight of you looking back at him with tired eyes. “Yep.” Your answer were short as you steadied your breathing, your arms wrapped around his neck to pulled him closer while Jason fixes your clothes.

”Wanna go rest at my place?”

The both of you stared at each other for a solid minute. You give him a small nod.

“That’s my girl.”

DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE OR MODIFY ANY OF MY WORKS. ©️ KENNEDYBABY.

[jamminvroomvroom]

lando request where their super flirty around each other but always say they’re“just friends” even tho they hook up on the dl and everyone always speculates if there’s something going w

just friends

LN4 x reader | blurb

tysm for the request!! <3 enjoyed writing this one hehe

warnings: minors dni! suggestive content, language, fluff, lando being a little shit, alex and george appearance

“you need to fix your hair.” you teased, smoothing out your skirt, reaching around for your shirt.

“you need to fix your hair.” lando replied, sticking his tongue out at you. you just rolled your eyes in response.

“can’t believe you left a mark.” you whined, scanning yourself in the mirror and frowning at the purple splodge on your neck.

“whoops.” was all lando said in response.

“i’m serious! that is our only rule. i’ve got nothing to cover this now.” you huffed, trying to readjust your hair and your top to cover the mark.

he came up behind you, not missing the way your eyes fluttered shut in the mirror, just for a second, when he grabbed at your hips and dipped his head to rest in the crook of your neck.

“couldn’t help it, don’t like the way some of the other drivers look at you.” he murmured into your ear, nice and low, sealing his words with a light kiss against the bruise he’d left not ten minutes earlier.

you didn’t let him get too comfortable, elbowing him in the ribs and squirming out of his hold to finish making yourself decent.

“you’re being so mean to me today,” lando pouted. “i thought we were friends.” he teased, hand over his heart as though you’d wounded him.

“does this look friendly to you?” you deadpanned, scowling at him as you pointed at the glaring mark on your neck.

all lando did was blow you a kiss in response, and you couldn’t help but smile.

-

you managed to escape the motorhome unscathed, nonchalantly moving through the paddock side by side. he was making his way to the garage to hop in the car, qualifying about half an hour away, and you were on your way to cheer him on, tucked away in the garage like the good, supportive best friend that you were.

you’d gotten quite good at sneaking around the paddock, disappearing off together under the guise of close friendship, and returning a bit more disheveled and a lot more smiley. it was going swimmingly, and no one seemed to know a thing about how lando always found an opportunity to bend you over the nearest surface.

but that’s when it all went sideways.

you heard a voice call out lando’s name, followed by yours and you both stopped, waiting for the owner of the voice to catch you up.

“where did i see you two sneak off to earlier?” george stood before you, alex in tow.

“we were in the motorhome, mate.” lando replied, face neutral for a change.

“doing what?” alex teased, eyebrows jumping suggestively.

you opened your mouth to answer, but were stopped in your tracks by george’s elbow meeting alex’s ribs, as the mercedes driver’s jaw dropped. he knew. he’d seen it.

alex quickly clocked on and the tall men were laughing like school boys, tripping over eachother as they did.

“we fucking knew it.” alex tipped his thick neck back. “charles and pierre owe us two fifty each.”

you just avoided eye contact with both of them, while lando looked to the heavens and scratched his head awkwardly.

lando turned towards you slowly, coming face to face with your show stopping glare.

“this doesn’t mean we have to stop, right?”

you walked around him, rolling your eyes, the blush on your cheeks ferrari read as you stomped all the way to the garage.

“right?” lando called from behind you, jogging to catch you up.

“don’t push your luck, norris.”

lando wasn’t even remotely worried, knowing that whatever this was, this thing between you both was far from over. his confidence was reaffirmed when he looked up from the cockpit and just about managed to catch the kiss you blew him.

[dazed--xx]

SKZ reaction: S/O has childhood trauma (Hyung Line)

T/W: mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of bullying, mentions of abandonment, mentions of dead best friend, mentions of neglect, arguments, crying etc…

A/N: I’ll be posting the rest of the members soon then I will be posting the Jeongin angst request next then chapter 2 of one more time then I’ll start posting Cardinal, thank you so much for the support and requests are open

Chan: school bullying

“I JUST DON’T GET YOU!!” He shouted, veins popping out of his neck as he stared at you in anger. Your bottom lip trembled between your teeth as you held onto your weak figure. You couldn’t even figure out what set Chan off, but he was utterly pissed. “Chan what are you talking about? That’s all I’ve been trying to figure out why are you yelling at me?” You exclaim after 30 minutes of his ranting your voice shaky, eyes burning from tears as your boyfriend spewed venom in your direction about how inconsiderate and disrespectful you are. He growls as he pulls a magazine out from the coffee table you had never noticed he had placed there. “Stray Kids Chan GF sends threatening messages to old schoolmates?!” The headline reads. Your eyes widen in shock “C-Chan I can explain this!” You defend yourself. “Explain? How the hell do you expect to explain this?! How can you justify any of this? You called my fan a hopeless despicable piece of crap and that she deserves the shitty life she lives now! How can you sit there and act like that’s not a problem!” He growled, tossing his phone across the room the case shattering as it hit the wall.

A panicked squeal is released from your throat as your hands cover your ears and you drop to the ground. You head shakes rapidly as you stared at your boyfriend. “You’re irresponsible and completely fucking stupid to do something like this! What the hell went through your head?! Did you even think?” He continues, your anger bubbling up in your stomach as he continues to throw harsh insults toward you. “ITS WHAT SHE FUCKING DESERVED! HOW DARE SOMEONE THAT FUCKING TORTURED ME FOR YEARS!!! YEARS OF MY LIFE! SHE DESTROYED MY SELF ESTEEM, SHE HAD ME LOCKED IN A STORAGE CLOSET FOR A WHOLE WEEKEND! SHE CUT MY HAIR AND MY ARMS AND THEN TOLD THE COUNSELORS I WAS SUICIDAL SO ID GET LOCKED IN A PSYCH WARD! SO YEAH, I FUCKING SAID WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED TO SAY WHEN SHE TEXTED ME ASKING ME FOR MONEY! MONEY TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH I OWE HER MY LIFE BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO KILL ME BUT DIDN’T BECAUSE SHE FIGURED ID BE USEFUL LATER IN LIFE! SO, FUCK YOU BANG CHAN! YOU DIDN’T EVEN ASK ME WHAT HAPPENED! YOU DIDN’T CARE SO YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF ALONG WITH YOUR LITTLE FAN THAT THREATENED ME AGAIN!” You snap, venom spewing toward him as he stood there his mouth hung open in shock as guilt filled his eyes. “Babe…” he called an apology on the tip of his tongue as he made his way across the room “I-I didn’t know—y-you never told me—I’m sorry I’m so fucking sorry” he cried as you held your hand up toward him stopping his march in your direction “Please just…just give me a second I thought out of anyone in this world if anyone would understand anything it would be you but you didn’t even give me a chance to tell you what I did literally last night. And I just I can’t believe you would say those things about me please Chris just—just leave me alone for a bit” you explained tiredly as you made your way to your bedroom leaving your boyfriend in the living room with guilt plastered on his features and sadness in his heart.

Minho:death of best friend

“I-Is it nearby or do we have to keep going?” Minho questions, you could feel his nerves from beside him as you point to a small light a few yards away. “It’s at that light” you smile at him gripping his hand. You felt nervous, you’ve never brought anyone here, to your safe space. You stare at the man beside you, your heart races at how ethereal and beautiful he truly was. You’ve never known anyone so understanding, so deeply determined to get to know you for you. You couldn’t understand him at first but now as you stare at him you can. You can understand the want; the yearning feeling of wanting to know every single thing about someone you love. You’re pulled out of your thoughts as you feel Minho’s arm wrap around your shoulders pulling you into him. “You okay, precious?” He questions, concern laced in his tone as a pout form on his lips. You nod a small smile form on your lips “I’m okay…… just lucky to have you” you confess as your hand wraps around his pulling him toward your destination.

A small giggle is released from Minho’s lips as his legs speed up to keep up with your pace. Finally, you reach the small angel light seated on top of a marble headstone. Your smile grows wider as Minho kneels in-front of the stone placing a page of sheet music, “your song is beautiful” he states “I hope you don’t mind that you don’t mind that I sang it to Y/N, so she’d go out with me. It really spoke to me and explained how I feel about her.” He apologizes softly. “O-Oh! I’m Lee Minho, I forgot to tell you who I am.” You stare at your best friend's grave. “He’d be happy you came honestly I talk about you all the time.” You confess. “Is it inappropriate for me to ask where his family is?” Minho questions. “His mother still comes to see him every day. His dad can’t.” You explain, as you look at your boyfriend “too much guilt, me and his dad were the ones that found him” Minhos eyebrows scrunch together in confusion “H-how did you say he died again?” You shook your head “I didn’t. He committed…you know when we were 14. He had gotten into this huge fight with his dad about wanting to go to a music high school and came to my house crying when his parents showed up to my place he just disappeared, and we found him a week later in our clubhouse in my backyard. I could have sworn I checked there every day until we found him but yeah.”

You feel a strong hand gripping yours as you eye your boyfriend “I’ll make sure she’s okay. She’s going to be okay with me, so I’ll come see you again. And if you want, I’ll make sure your music gets heard. I-I’m an idol I can do that for you, my leader Chan really liked your song. We’ll make sure you’re not forgotten.” He states to your friends' grave as pride swells in your chest. “Thank you for coming with me” you state with a peck to his cheek. “Thanks for letting me” he beams at you.

Changbin: neglect

“I just don’t get why it’s such a big deal?” Changbin questions his tone laced with sadness as a sigh is released from your throat. “I just don’t like my family Bin, they’re not good people and to know that they tracked you down makes me extremely uncomfortable.” Your voice is shaky as the memories come flooding back into your brain. “What happened?” His voice is only barely above a whisper as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into his strong figure. “They’re just not good people. Please understand that at least.” You groan your hand rubbing against his forearms. “If you’re not ready to tell me that’s fine babe I just want to make sure they didn’t hurt you. T-they didn’t hurt you right?” He asks almost as if the answer would hurt him. The question left you puzzled. Did they hurt you……… Not physically, they’d have to actually be around for you to be physically hurt; no, you weren’t beaten by your parents. Sure, they rarely were home, but they never laid a hand on you. For a while you and your birth givers were quite…. cohesive. They’d leave enough food for you to make sure you didn’t die, nothing that was hugely sustainable, but you had been able to figure it out. From a young age, you knew how to shop for your own groceries, make money, apply for government assistance and just get by. You were sustainably independent all from the ripe age of 6 years old. Honestly you couldn’t for a moment remember a single conversation with your parents where you weren’t reminded of how unimportant you were in their lives.

You shook your head after some time. “Not physically no” your eyes drift to the ground. You feel your hair being brushed to the side as Changbin placed his chin on your shoulder. “You don’t have to say anything else if you don’t want to….” His grip on you tightens “I love you; you know that right?” You nod in response “I love you too, but I want to tell you. They just didn’t really act like I existed; they made sure I had just enough food to not die but nothing enough to actually help me feel okay. When I turned 6, they just stopped coming home every night and I’d see them once a week maybe…. I don’t know I just—they made sure I knew that I was a mistake I guess and I just kind of figured everything out on my own.” You confess. Your head hung low as your boyfriend rubbed your hair. You could hear his breathing grow heavy as his grip on you tightens “well you’re not a mistake to me, I love you so much and I’m happy that I have you and you have me too, okay? I will never hurt you in anyway” he declares pressing his lips against the back of your head as you nuzzle against his strong frame.

Hyunjin: abandonment

“Come on! Please just talk to me” Hyunjin pleas behind your front door. You sat with your blood boiling; arms crossed over your chest at his nerve; the audacity of this man to have disappeared for 5 months only to try to saunter back into your life like nothing happened. The fact that he couldn’t answer your calls or texts nor the final voicemail you had left for him ending your 2-year relationship said everything about how he feels. You couldn’t for the life of you understand why he finally decided your presence was once again needed. The pounding on the door intensifies as your nerves grow weaker and weaker. With a growl to yourself you force yourself up from your seat in your couch and stomp your way over to your door, forcing it open so hard it almost comes off its hinges. “What?! What could you possibly want?!” You snap, you notice the guilt and sorrow all over his features. His lips formed into a pout as he reached out for you only for you to slap his hands away. “I asked you a question, Hyunjin” your eyes form into a scowl as you cross your arms over your chest as you glare at your ex. “Babe…come on—don’t call me that!” You growl.

The look on Hyunjins face is almost as heartbreaking as his abandonment. “W-what?! Babe please let’s just talk about this! I just heard your voicemail. I’m sorry I’m so sorry please I don’t want to break up!” He pleads upon deaf ears; you scoff in response “you should have thought about that before you disappeared for 5 months Hyunjin. Doing whatever the fuck you were doing!” “I WAS ON TOUR! You figured that out at some point, right?” He argues “yeah… through fucking dispatch I found out you were in America after 3 MONTHS! 3 MONTHS OF NO CLUE WHAT WAS GOING ON! 3 MONTHS OF COMPLETE AND UTTER CONFUSION HYUNJIN!!—Sshhh please don’t be so loud” he cuts you off gesturing you to go into your apartment, his hands firm on your waist shoving you softly back. Your hands find their way to his chest as you shove him out the door. “No! You don’t get to come in here! You don’t get to waltz back into my life after I’ve already became okay with you not being in it anymore! You’re just like my parents; you used me up until I had nothing left to offer you then you just tossed me to the side like I am nothing! Well, I do mean something, and you can’t just abandon me and then show up when it’s convenient for you! I’m tired of shit like that happening and I won’t allow YOU to do that to me!” You growl. Tears stream down Hyunjins face “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to. I-I know it doesn’t mean anything but please know I thought about you the whole time I begged my manager for a new phone so I could call you because I left mine here! Please don’t break up with me I want to be with you!” He cries as he dropped to his knees his arms wrapping around your waist as he buried his face in your stomach “I’d never abandon you! I could never abandon you I love you I love you so much please I didn’t know what your parents did I don’t want to leave. I’m sorry” you stared at the man whose heart lay on the floor. With gritted teeth you sigh “fine come inside but don’t think I’m not still mad at you” he nods quickly hoping to his feet before wrapping his hand around yours pulling you into his large frame. You feel butterflies as the familiar feeling of his soft plush lips connected with yours, putting every ounce of emotion into his kiss. Your cheeks grow a bright scarlet as he pulls away, a small smile creeps on your lips. “Still mad?” He questions jokingly. You scowl at him “don’t push it.”

[gtgbabie0]

Oh bloody hell

{James accidentally gives you a nose bleed}

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James is a very spontaneous person, so when he asks you to bake a Victorian sponge cake with him at one in the morning because he’s ‘bored’ and can’t sleep, well who are you to deny him?

“You need some help with that?” You ask with a teasing smile as you watch him struggle to open the jam jar, you giggle at the way his eyebrows knit together, and his eyes crinkle slightly with frustration he lets out a huff.

“Nope, I got this,” he says popping the ‘p’ as he wipes his hands on his sweatpants before trying to open the jar again, you shake your head at his stubbornness.

You reach for the powdered sugar, leaning over to where James is, his elbow slightly elevated in the air as he tries to dramatically open the jar with a slight grunt. The next thing you know you hear a ‘pop’ and James’s elbow collides with your face, with force, making you stumble back slightly, and a string of ‘oh my fucking god, shit, I’m so fucking sorry’ escapes his mouth with frantic panic.

The jam is immediately discarded, and he rushes over to you his hands pushing yours away from your face as he looks for any injuries. He’s still apologizing, wincing when he notices the tiny cut on your top lip.

“Love, I’m so so sorry I didn’t even realize you were there” he sounds so guilty as he wipes the tears from your eyes with his thumb and he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.

You notice an abnormal pressure building up behind your nose, almost as if a rubber band is about to snap, it’s an uncomfortable burning sensation and it causes you to go a little light-headed.

“No sweetheart it’s okay, I’m fine, I’m fine- it was just an accident” you smile trying your best to shake off the funny feeling in your nose, that is until you feel an awful rush, and suddenly hot blood is trickling it’s way out your nose, and James looks at you with a horrified expression, eyes wide, he looks like he’s going to be sick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” he panics, quickly grabbing a hand full kitchen roll, pressing it against your bloody nose as his hand supports the base of your neck tipping your head up slightly to look at the ceiling, his hands jittery with his panic.

“Are you okay?— Shit— stupid question, of course you’re not I’ve just elbowed you in the face—“ he freaks out hand resting on the small of your back while he gently guides you to the dining room chair “here sit down lovely” he watches as you pinch the bridge of your nose in hopes it’ll do something.

“I’m so sorry, I’m really really sorry lovely,” he says and you swear he hasn’t stopped apologizing since his elbow connected with your face.

“It’s alright James” you mumble, glancing over at him with a small smile.

You eventually pull the blood-soaked tissue from your face, and he lets out a sigh of relief as the blood slowly stops.

You look over at him, he’s holding his face in his hands in distress and his eyebrows are pulled together with worry, “Sweetheart I’m so sorry, I’m honestly so sorry” he mumbles guilt lacing through his tone, and his heart wobbles at the thought of you being in pain, you watch as tears build up in his eyes.

“It’s fine James, I promise you it’s fine,” you say trying to get your point across to the very concerned boy, who’s on the verge of tears, “I’m alright, wasn’t that much blood” you smile letting out a breathy giggle. He looks at you with an exasperated expression as if he can’t believe what you’re saying.

“What? no- any amount of blood is too much blood— I can’t believe I did that” he sighs looking down at the floor, wringing his hands, James refuses to look at you scared of the pain that might still linger in your eyes, the pain that he caused, and the stubborn guilt doesn’t budges from its place in his heart.

You stand up, your hand settling against his shoulder, “You can make it up to me with a hug?” You ask coyly watching the smile that wobbles on his lips as he tugs you into him, his head resting on your shoulder.

“I’m alright James, a little headache but I’m fine, I promise you,” you say with honesty as he squeezes you against him before pulling away from you, and your heart aches at the tears that collect on his eyelashes, you tut as you wipe them away with your sleeve.

You watch as he wets the kitchen towel under the sink, he walks over to you, his hand cupping your face carefully, fingers pressing against your warm cheeks as he starts to clean your blood-stained nose and chin, and he winces at the sight.

“Am I still pretty?” You giggle as he scoffs, shaking his head slightly before discarding the towel, he kisses the top of your nose, before studying your face for a moment.

“Yes, so so pretty, even when your nose is spewing blood because your dumb, overzealous boyfriend elbows you in your face”

And you can’t help that laughter that bubbles out from you, he can be so dramatic when he wants to be, and you sigh rolling your eyes, as his head goes back to resting against your shoulder with a huff.

“Well, my dumb, overzealous boyfriend needs to realize that it was just an accident” you chuckle and your fingers rake through his hair, as he nuzzles further against your neck.

He’s pressing apologetic kisses against your shoulder, “I love you” he whispers, hands settling against your hips, squeezing them lovingly, and you're grateful he's stopped apologizing.

“I love you too, now let’s go clean up the mess” you smile motioning to the cake batter that’s somehow splattered all over the kitchen counter, he nods, not leaving your side and you clean the kitchen with James practically glued to you.

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☾⋆AN/ based on that one time I was baking and got a killer nosebleed! Hope you enjoyed lovelies!! <3

[obx-pogue4life]

Donut Dick

Summary: JJ thinks he's funny when he puts a donut on his dick and tells you he's got a snack for you but you turn the tables on him and go from silly to sexy, making him absolutely insane and dying for his release

Warning: Cum play, daddy kink, oral sex, dirty talk, squirting, ball play, kissing, fingering, hand job, food (mentions of eating a donut), begging, taunting, teasing, orgasm denial, boob and nipple play, intense orgasms. I hope I didn’t miss any and if I did, let me know

Author's Note: Hi everyone! So it’s been quite a while since I’ve written and posted anything- I can’t believe it’s been over 6 months! I just wanted to take a minute to say thank you for sticking with me after all this time! Whether you are someone who follows me or just someone who happened to stumble across this post, I appreciate your support and taking the time to read my work very much! I hope you enjoy this weird and sexy story I’ve come up with, it’s basically 5000 words of ridiculously silly filth haha I figured I might as well come back with a bang! GO BIG OR GO HOME, RIGHT??!? 😂❤️

"Hey babe, come here," I hear my boyfriend JJ yell from the kitchen.

Groaning to myself, I put my phone down and yell back, "What is it? I don't wanna get up!" and go back to scrolling on my phone.

About a minute goes by and I hear JJ say again in a weirdly peppy sing song voice, "y/n... I've got something for youuuuu" he drawls out. "Come on babe, I made you a snack" he says again trying to coax me.

I groan again but start to get up because I'm sorta hungry and a snack sounds pretty good right about now. I make my way towards the kitchen and nearly drop my phone when I see the sight that's presented before me. Standing smack dab in the middle of the kitchen is a completely naked JJ, standing there in only his black socks! He's got one leg up on a kitchen chair and his arms proudly on his hips, grinning at me like a lunatic. This man also has a full on erection and has decided to hang a fucking donut from his cock. I'm desperately trying to hold in my giggles but then he starts swiveling his hips in a circle and puts his hands behind his head and gives little thrusts and I just lose my cool completely and can't stop laughing at him.

"Like what you see babe," JJ says in a fake sexy accent, adding to my laughter.

"Oh yeah baby, dance for me you sexy hunk of man," I manage to get out while he try's to spin the donut on his cock like a circus trick.

I'm laughing so hard at this point, I have tears streaming down my face and I can't breathe. He is so silly sometimes, I just don't know what to do with him.

"Come on take a bite of the snack I made you," he coaxed cheekily. "I want you to pull it off my cock with your teeth."

I roll my eyes and flip him off but he just laughs at me and grins that goofy grin again, still playing with his dick and twirling that damn donut.

I decide to have a little bit of fun of my own and slowly walk over to him, stripping my pants, top and bra off on the way, before immediately dropping to my knees in front of him.

"Oh my god, are you actually going for this? Holy shit! I was just kidding y/n but fuck, yes! Will you really eat a donut off my dick?" He asks, genuinely unsure if I'm really gonna do it.

"Anything for you J," I say in a mock of his sing song voice from earlier. I can hear his breathing hitch and I lean forward ever so slightly and stick my tongue out and gently lick the tip of his still hard cock, making him softly groan out.

"Oh shit" I can hear him mutter a few times as I open my mouth a little more and swirl my tongue around his head and start gently sucking. I decide to keep my hands to myself and while I'm sucking his tip I start to play with my breasts and squeeze my nipples. It feels so good I moan out in my own pleasure, causing his cock to twitch in my mouth. I look up at him through my eyelashes and continue what I'm doing, looking right into his eyes. A few more moans from me and he's nearly there and I've barely touched him yet. I stop abruptly and sit on my heels and wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb, sticking it in my mouth after and licking off and precum that got on my face.

"Hmmm," I say to him sort of as a question. I really am hungry and lean in to take a bite of that donut that's been staring me in the face. I hold it with my hand so it doesn't crumble and lick some of the frosting off before swallowing and taking another nibble. JJ is looking at me with wide eyes and I can tell that this weird show I'm putting on for him is really turning him on. I take one more nibble and let the donut break apart in my hand and sexily lick the frosting off my wrist purposely leaving the remaining frosting on my fingers. "You want some," I ask him innocently and put my fingers up to his mouth, teasing him. He leans down and licks the chocolate off my fingers and swallows hard, still looking down at me while I'm kneeling before him and wondering what I'm gonna do next. I don't waste any time and put the rest of the donut on the tabletop. "Looks like someone's been playing with their food... such a naughty boy. Guess I'll just have to clean you up..." and I hear him suck in another deep breath in anticipation.

I lean forward again and begin to kitten lick his cock, making sure to tease his tip and the underside of his shaft while I lick up all the remaining frosting and donut bits that are left behind. He lets out a content sigh and I smile into him, temporarily releasing him from my mouth. "Do you like that baby?" I coo to him. "Does my tongue against your cock feel good?" I ask. He nods his head quickly while I look up at him, putting his dick back in my mouth, taking him in completely. "Fuck yes y/n, that feels so good," he moans out and gives me an animalistic growl. "Fucckkkk."

I start bobbing my head and swirling my tongue, letting him go further and further down my throat. I love the way he's grunting and moaning. I love being able to make him lose himself in such a short amount of time. He reaches down and brushes some of the hair out of my eyes that has fallen forward and I pull back to get a breath. "You look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth," he breathily says to me, instantly making me blush. I look away for a minute and notice he's got some frosting on his balls and an idea plants itself in my head. I quickly lean forward again and gently cradle his balls in my hand. "Y/n what are you-," he begins to say but I quickly cut him off.

"I promise I'll be extra gentile J, can I?" I ask him, half thinking he's gonna tell me no and to stop. He doesn't usually like his balls messed with but the few times he has let me play with them, I know he enjoyed it.

"Sure babe, I trust you. Just be extra careful, ok?" He says a tad hesitantly. A huge smile spreads across my face and I gently move my fingers up under them and feel around a little.

"Such cute little donut holes you have J," I say sitting back on my heels. He grins at me and and laughs.

"Oh I know you did not just call my balls donut holes, you weirdo," he says throwing his head back still giggling.

"I am not the weirdo here, sir, you are!" I say, clutching my chest and faking great shock. "You started this whole thing baby and I'm just finishing it," I smile coyly. "You made quite the mess earlier, J. I think I'm just gonna have to lick that silly left over frosting right off of you if we're ever gonna get you cleaned up," I say and bat my eyes as I look up at him. His leg is still propped up on the chair and he nods his head and opens his leg up a little wider so I can get in there better. He gives me another nod and an excited smile and I lean in forward once again, putting myself face to face with his cock and balls.

I grab his cock with one hand push it up towards his stomach. With my other hand I trace the veins on the underside of his shaft with my fingertips and then my tongue. I can hear him take another deep breath in and out and I can feel his body relaxing. I continue to run my tongue along his veiny underside for a minute and then move down to where his cock actually meets his balls. It's fleshy and sorta squishy and as soon as I press my tongue to it I can feel him stiffen up a little. I put my hands on his thighs, rubbing them reassuringly. "I promise I'll be gentle baby, don't worry," I breathily say. He lets out a deep breath and his body relaxes again. Just using the tip of my tongue, I tease that delicate space between his cock and balls, gently licking up and down and back and forth. His breathing quickens a little and I can tell he's starting to enjoying this. I move down a little lower every time I lick and pretty soon I'm right on top of his balls. I decide to place a gentle kiss on them and to kiss all around his pelvis and at the base of his shaft. Anything I can do to ease his mind and let him relax so he can enjoy this. I notice his tip leaking again and brush the precum off with my fingertip. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this baby," I tell him. He smiles and nods again and just watches me silently, waiting for my next move.

I use his cum like lipgloss, spreading it evenly on my lips and puckering them. "Jesus Christ" I hear him say under his breath. I look directly at him and suck the remaining cum off my finger as seductively as I can. I hear a loud gulp come from him and I smile to myself knowing that all this is working. His dick twitches in my hand again and I immediately lick my lips a little and start softly kissing and licking his inner thighs, head and shaft. He moans out in appreciation and slightly bucks his hips into my face. I quickly make my way back to his balls and feel his breathing quicken a little but he's still very relaxed. With just the tip of my tongue I circle each orb with feather light touches and can feel the weightlessness they each seem to possess. Running my tongue all around them and over the seam in between cause my boyfriend to let out a manly shriek and groan and his sounds make me instantly stop, not knowing if it was a good sound or a bad one.

"Oh my gosh, are you ok baby? I'm so sorry, I was being so careful, I -" Fuck, no. Feels so... good... babe please... keep... going..." he barely gets out, his breathing is so erratic. "Aww baby I love how good I'm making you feel, you sound so sexy coming undone for me. Don't hold back J, you're making me so wet every time I hear you moan. My panties are soaked for you. Your voice alone in driving me crazy but it's still your turn baby," I say as he reaches for me. I gently push his hand back towards his chest and put my hands on my tits and massage them a little and tweak my nipples. "Mmmm," I let out slowly as I rock my body a little. "This feels good but it's better when you touch me, baby," I tease. His eyes go wide and he licks his lips but I ignore it. I squeeze my breasts together and bounce them with my hands a little and just stare at him and then stop and just smile. "Later," I say and wink at him. "Shit" was all my boyfriend could say.

Satisfied that I had teased him long enough, I dove right back in and started to sensually and slowly lick all around his balls and his ballsack. I could tell he was as relaxed as ever because when I gently started sucking on one of them and ever so delicately pulled it into my mouth, he didn't even flinch. I made a humming noise as I swirled my tongue around and gently pushed my mouth all around it, cupping it around my lips. He grunted and squirmed in satisfaction as I released that ball from my mouth and quickly but softly licked up and down his seam. A long, breathy string of shits and fucks left his mouth and I used my hand to tease the tip of his cock again, the feeling of the two together giving him an extremely pleasurable sensation. I quickly repeated the process on his other ball and as I started to make my way back to his seam and started licking again, he gently tugged on my hair so I stopped. "Too much baby?," I half tease.

"Girl I need to sit... down," he part moans, part chuckles. "So fucking good," he said plopping down on the kitchen chair. Regaining his composure, he tells me he is so full and he needs to cum. "I swear if I don't cum right now, I'm gonna fucking explode," he pleads with me. "Please y/n let me fuck you. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Wanna hear you moan and scream my name over and over again. Plant my seed deep within your pussy and watch you get all swollen with my babies. Fuck, please babe, I want you. I need you," he pleads again.

"That sounds like a lot of fun baby, but it's gonna have to wait," I say getting comfortable on my knees. "I'm not done with you yet," I simply say and smile. A confused look spreads across his face and just as he's about to protest I bring my hands to my chest and start pulling and pinching my nipples. Rolling them between my fingertips, I let out a filthy cry of pleasure and he instantly goes silent and leans back in his chair to watch the show I'm putting on at his feet. I smile at him again and begin to kneed my breasts as I rock back and forth on my heels. I lean in slightly and grab his cock, licking it from base to tip and then stick it as far as I can down my throat while trying to swirl my tongue around him and not choke. I swallow around him and can hear those familiar grunts I love so much coming out of his mouth. Needing air, I pull him out of my mouth and take a much needed breath. "God I love you," JJ says to me, drunk off my mouth.

"You think you love me now J, just you wait baby," I say with a wink. I gently grab his hand and put it on his cock and place mine over his and start to pump his dick. Using my other hand I start teasing my nipples again, pleasuring ourselves in unison. As he starts to get the picture, I let his hand go and massage both my tits with both my hands. He continues to stroke himself while he watches me tease and grope my breasts and his dopey grin is all I need to see in order to know he's loving this just as much as I am. I start to moan his name and tell him I can't wait to feel him inside me when he quickly says that he's gonna cum. I immediately sit up and stop his hand movements and he groans out in frustration. "Why are you stopping me, do you need me to beg? Fuckkkk. Please let me cum babe, I'm so close. I was right there," he says slightly annoyed.

"I get to make you cum," I say sternly. "I get to make you feel good this time baby," I say a little softer.

"You're a terrible tease," he says sighing.

"I know!," you reply happily and then lean back on your heels again. You look at him with innocent eyes and squeeze and push your tits together and shake them a little.

"SEE!," he exclaims! "TEASE!," he fake yells.

"Look JJ, I just thought you might like to titty fuck your way home today, ok?," you say as nonchalantly as you can muster and shrug your shoulders. He leans down and roughly grabs your face with his hand and pulls you up a little so he can kiss you. His kiss is so needy and so rough. It's sloppy and wet but I love it. I smile into his desperation and let myself moan a little. He's so horny he is literally grinding into the kitchen chair and bucking his hips into my stomach. I pull away and grab my tits again and just stare at him for a minute while he eye fucks me. "So...?" I proposition him again. "You wanna cum all over these titties baby?," I say confidently, shaking my breasts and making them jiggle.

JJ licks his lips and mutters something incoherent while I lean back a little, offering my chest to him. He pumps his cock a bit to get himself started up again and then slaps his dick against each of my breasts a couple times. He takes his tip and circles my hardening nipples, getting them a bit sticky with his ever leaking dribbles of cum. I continue to hold my tits up for him while he plays with me and that dopey smile is back, plastered across his face. This man loves boobs. He'd play with them all day if I let him. I hardly ever let him cum on them though because it's messy and I just prefer him to cum inside of me so he knows that I'm doing all of this for his benefit. After a minute more of him rubbing his cock all over my tits and body he's made me sufficiently horny, way more than I thought I'd be with him just slapping my tits with his damn cock. Somehow it works for me though and I am slowly becoming an insane mess. Seeing him get so turned on was making me turned on and hearing him was even worse. He was overly ready, his tip was so red it looked like it might hurt, and that was fucking with me too. All I wanted to do was put it in my mouth and suck him dry but this wasn't about what I wanted. I was doing this for him.

I leaned forward and sat up a little again and kissed him. He stopped his movements and kissed me back. I pulled away slightly and kissed his cheek, down his jawline, down his neck and stopped right over his Adam's apple causing his head to roll back in pleasure. He loved when I sucked his skin right there and loved it even more when I left love bites for him to see later on. It was a sexy kink of his that I loved too. "I love you JJ," I quietly say into his neck.

"And I fucking love you y/n," he murmurs back immediately running his hands through my hair. I decided to take this opportunity while he was still blissed out from my neck kisses to put his eager cock between my breasts and start rubbing them up and down his shaft. With my hands, I pushed my tits together as tightly as I could while encompassing his rock hard dick. Up and down I went, letting my whole body bounce and trying to give him the most pleasure I possibly could. "Uhhhh... yes babe.... Fuck! I'm not gonna last much longer y/n.

"Let go baby, cum for me then," I sweetly coo. He groans and starts to buck himself up in between my breasts. Faster and faster he went, both of our breathing increasing as we meet each other's movements. His pumps getting rougher and faster yet. He was so close. I can't believe he's lasted this long, his stamina is always so sexy to me. I love the control he has over his body and just thinking about it makes me sweat. I am dripping wet and very thankful I've kept on my panties this entire time. After a few more quick thrusts he finally lets out that manly wail I've been longing to hear and I can feel his hot, thick ropes of cum go all over my upper body and onto my neck and face. We both slow our movements and just breathe together for a few seconds. I let go of my chest and his cock, pushing a little of the cum off my face and lick it off my finger. "Mmmm you taste so good, J," I sexily say and lean forward, kissing him on his wide open mouth. He's gawking at me again so I decide to finish my little show for him the only logical way I can think of. I pull away from the kiss and start massaging his cum into my breasts. "This feels so good, baby," I say, trying to keep eye contact. "I hope it was good for you."

"Best afternoon of my life, y/n," he says earnestly. He pulls me up onto my feet and pulls me onto his lap and kisses me again. I can feel his truth through his kiss and it makes my heart flutter.

Instantly his hands start roaming the sides of my body. His one hand brushes back and forth over my nipple while his other hand travels down to where I've been aching for him the most. He gently brushes a finger tip over my opening and immediately I can feel him smile into the crook of my neck. "You're actually dripping, y/n. Like legit dripping wet," he says completely in awe. Still stroking just my opening, he begins to kiss my neck and I can feel him start to suck on the spot that I know, he knows drives me crazy. "Mmmm that feels so good baby, don't stop," I moan out, arching my back slightly and letting my head fall back against him.

"You really have been torturing yourself as much as you have been torturing me, haven't you?" he lustily murmurs into my neck.

"Mmmhmmm," is all I can get out, followed by a sharp and deep breath in. He chuckles at me and says "does my pretty little tease of a girlfriend want to cum?" He questions. I shake my head yes and instinctively start to grind my ass against his leg. "Jesus, you're desperate for a release aren't you babe'" he whispers.

"Please," I whisper back, sounding way more needy than I intended.

"You want my fingers in that pretty little pussy? Like this?" He questions, slowly moving my panties to the side and dipping one finger into my waiting folds. In and out, he shallowly teases my entrance. It feels good but I need more. "Please," I say again. "More please, baby," I plead.

"Whatever you want babe," he complies. Quickly he stops his teasing and puts three fingers deep into me, plunging in and out at a rapid pace. I involuntarily arch my back and hook my one arm around his neck and use the other to hold onto the seat of the chair so I don't fall. "Oh! OOOHH!" Is all I can groin out, the feeling overwhelming all of my senses as I melt into his body. He uses his free arm and hand to hold onto my hips to help keep my now shaking body steady. His arms are so long that he can reach all the way around me to my pussy and uses his fingers to dip into the top of my panties and rub circles onto my pulsating clit. The material of my underwear is so tight against my skin I can feel it start to rip but I couldn't care less. I just need more. I frantically start moving my hips and fucking myself onto his his fingers in rhythm with his hand thrusts. I'm getting so close, I can feel it beginning to boil over within me. He notices my worsening desperation and fucks me faster yet with his fingers, adding an insanely pleasurable fourth finger to the mix. At this point I feel like I'm about to lose my mind any second when he decides to stop rubbing my clit and to pinch it instead. Gentle at first but then a little harder, him being careful to make sure it was making me feel good and not hurt me, before giving me more. Quick and rough pinches followed by firm, repetitive tapping on my most sensitive and over stimulated area was enough to make me yell out his name in pure unashamed pleasure. "j...J...JJ!" I practically scream but I just can't help it. I'm so worked up that I barely recognize my own voice. My body is trembling and I'm randomly convulsing and I seem to have lost all control of my movements. If he wasn't strongly holding me in place, I'd have been on the floor a long time ago. He repeats the pinching and tapping over and over again while his thick fingers stretch me out more and more. All of the sudden I feel an indescribable high wash over me and my vision starts to go fuzzy. He does not let up though and the euphoria I feel is more than incredible. It has me screaming out like a wild animal and I feel like my entire body is on fire. Before I can even realize what's happening, I feel another intense pressure building up within me and there is no turning back now because I am on the brink of explosion. JJ can tell how close I am because all it takes is a few dirty words from him to send me over the edge.

"You're so fucking sexy like this y/n. Completely at my mercy. Show me what that body can do. Show me how you squirt for me y/n. I want your pussy to squirt all over my hand. Do you understand me? If you can do that like a good girl, I promise I'll make you squirt all over my cock when I give you the fucking you deserve, later. Come on gorgeous," he says leaning in to my ear, licking and sucking on my ear lobe. "Squirt for daddy," he whispers.

That whisper was all it took for me to come completely unraveled on his lap. The waves of pleasure circulating through my body were some of the most intense sets of orgasms I've ever experienced. I could feel myself leaking all over him and the pleasure I was receiving from it was enough to bring tears to my eyes. I was sweating, crying and panting over my ragged breathing and loss of breath. The only thing I could do was scream out in pure ecstasy and I was so intoxicated by this wonderfully strong feeling and waves of feel good emotions that I didn't care one bit how loud I was or how I sounded.

As he helped me ride out my incredible high, I got lost in a state of bliss for a few minutes. He stopped all his motions and just held me while I continued to have my tiny tremors of pure lingering pleasure every so often while I was slowly coming back down to normal. Once I finally opened my eyes and looked at him he was just staring at me again with a cocky but semi concerned look on his face. He sighed out in relief and brushed a few lingering tears off my cheek. "What," I said breathily, wondering why he was once again, staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

"Y/n," he grins at me lustily. "It's been like 5 minutes since you came babe," he says incredibly cocky and proud. "I fucking thought you were possessed for a minute," he laughs. "You just kept going and going and moaning and shit. And babe- look at us! Look at the floor! You squirted like a fucking fountain y/n. It was so hot, I'm fucking hard again. You did so good for me, gorgeous. Such a good girl." He praises me, spinning me around so I'm straddling his lap. He leans down and kisses me, making sure to take his time. I feel my cheeks heat up at his words and pull away from his kiss to take a breath. He strokes my cheek lovingly and leans in and kisses my neck reassuringly. "Daddy is so proud of you," he quietly says into my ear between kisses. The feeling of his breath on my neck and his dirty words makes me shiver a little and he pulls back and smiles at me, leaning in to kiss my lips once more. He breathes into me and I can feel all the life coming back into my body. I instantly relax and smile into his kiss. The way he contently sighs back and the way his tongue gently and passionately explores my mouth while his hands tenderly cup my face make me feel so loved in this moment. His kiss always gives it away. If he never told me again how he feels, I'd still know it because I can feel it in his touch.

He eventually and reluctantly pulls away and presses me into his chest, hugging my body tightly and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Who knew my dumb joke would turn into all this," he chuckles. I smile into his chest and chuckle back. "Yeah who knew your donut dick would turn me on so much," I say, shaking my head. He laughs again and kisses the top of my head lovingly.

"I love you, my little freak," he says affectionately.

"Love you too, my little weirdo," I say back.

[miioouu]

3-Degradation: Oikawa Toru

    The hands wrapped around your neck were preventing you from breathing properly, let alone answer his question. His gaze burns through you, grabbing into your soul and twisting, making it hard for you to keep control and not just give in to the pleasure. 

     "You better answer me!" His voice harsh as he furrowed his eyebrows, his face inching closer to yours. One of his hands left your throat and traveled south, brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps, as he finally reached the hem of your panties. "Don't make me repeat myself baby." But still you can't answer. It's not his hand now preventing you, but the immense amount of arousal buzzing through your veins, the shock making it impossible to utter a word, only a gasp leaving your lips as Oikawa finally took the lacy material off, the cold air hitting your wet folds. He whistled at the sight before him, chuckled meanly when his eyes darted from between your legs to your eyes. “I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re dripping wet already? Should’ve believed them when they told me you’re a slut.” You again had no response, no clap back, and even if you did, what’s the point in it, he’s right. “So answer me again love, does he make you feel as good as I do? Is he better than me?” He knew the answer, it was obvious by the way you were drooling, your nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, and the way your head was thrown back. 

       A genuine smile finally appeared on his face once you stuttered out a simple “no”, while it usually wasn’t enough to satisfy him, he let it slide this time… Well, not really. “Are you sure though? If that was the case, then why is his cum dripping out of you?” This earned him a whine, a moan when he finally let his digits slide down, between your lower lips, making sure to give your clit a teasing brush before diving into you. “I’ve only been gone for four days… Are you really that desperate? Can’t wait to have a dick inside you, you whore? Well, I did prepare you a surprise, it was going to be real nice… But of course you had to ruin it, idiot.” And those words should really have hurt your pride, but no, in fact, they made your guts twist in arousal, in need, and it made you grind your hips against the palm of his hands, begging for more. 

      One hand was resting next to your head, supporting Oikawa, as the other was deep inside you, rubbing that spot that made you see stars. “I need you to stop being dumb for a second and tell me how good I make you feel. Can you do that? Or is that too difficult for that teeny tiny brain of yours?” Your eyes filled with tears, from embarrassment or ecstasy, you couldn’t really tell at that point. You only had one thing on your mind right now; proving him wrong. Your thoughts were clouded with lust, you tried to push through, to open your mouth and just praise him, but it was like he had a sixth sense; anytime you decided to use your voice, he took it away. His fingers left the warmth of your walls, making you  feel empty but only for a split of a second, he ran his member between your folds, making sure to rub the tip against your clit multiple times, and finally thrusting in. In a swift motion he bottomed out, the head kissing your cervix already, making you feel fuller than before. “Oika-Oikawa!” Despite all the words you wanted to say, his name was the only thing you could voice out; if you didn’t feel dumb before, you definitely did now, and he didn’t even try to make you feel better “Awww, look at my little slut. Is that the only word you know? You only know how to say my name? How cute. I hope you were screaming it while humping on his dick. I hope it’s my name you scream when you  go out there being a whore.” He set up a deep pace from the start, progressively getting faster, sloppier, making your eyes roll back and your back arch. Your hands flew to wrap around his neck, bringing him closer to you. His face a breath away from yours, his lips a breath away from yours "You know you belong to me slut… My slut. Stop whoring around, just be mine." And you had half a mind to register his confession, stupidly nodding your head, agreeing to whatever he said. It's when his lips finally pressed against yours, for the first time, that you were pushed to the edge. His hands holding your hips steady, frantically thrusting in and out of you until he reached his high "You're made for me, my good girl." 

[itsanerdlife]

Broken Knight 6

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Castle!Reader

Warnings: violence. Language. Stalking. Smut (later on). Pettiness. Lies. Secrets.

Working for my father and uncles, has never been an easy task. When I get attacked one night, it sets them off. My father hires a security team he knows. I’m unwilling, till he steps off the plane.

Now it’s complicated and blurry. James Barnes is more than I bargained for. And far more is happening then my father bargained for. I can’t help myself, only I know nothing is easy, and my father isn’t one to be disobeyed.

Hell’s going to rain down, I’m not sure who is going to survive this time.

It’s just getting awkward at this point. Her client refused to even make eye contact with her. He sat scrolling through his phone, refusing to speak to her.

“Mr. Rhomade.” She clears her throat. It’s visible on her face as she gets more and more annoyed with him. “I need you to speak to me, if you want this contract.” She pats her hands on the contract in front of her.

“Woman, are not made for places of power.” Her client mutters. “Though it is nice to see your father has you presented with a man, now.” His eyes cut to Bucky. “Perhaps he and I can talk.”

“He doesn’t work for Stark Inc. He works for, me, or my fathers, I’m not really fucking sure how that works, but he is not an employee of Stark Inc.” She stammers and growls.

Once more, he refuses to reply.

She sucks in a deep breathe, licking her lips.

“Please follow me Mr. Rhomade.” She smiles sweetly, standing up with the contract in hand. “I’ll take you to someone in charge.”

It’s a whole 180. Plastering on a customer service face and voice. She stalks out of the office, Bucky hurries after her. The client and Clint follow.

Her steps echo with anger as she moves down the hall to a small meeting room. Tony, Frank, Howie, Peter and Billy are sitting, talking. She stops next to the table.

“Mr. Rhomade, believes because I have a vagina. I am incapable of handling his contract. Since apparently having a dick is some God send, when we all know I take a better pounding than he would.” She shrugs.

“Oh god.” Peter drops his head.

“No.” Howie whines, trying to slither under the table from his chair.

Tony beams with pride, Billy covers his mouth with a hand, Clint is beat red with stifled laughter, even Bucky chokes down a snort. Frank is the only one remained unbothered, with the same murderous look on his face.

“What? I’m just saying I got jumped.” She smirks. “Someone with a dick take over.” She holds up the contract.

“I’ll do it.” Peter sighs.

“And tell him to go fuck himself.” She tosses the contract into the air. Unbound, held together with paper clips, the papers fly, flutter and drift across the table and floor. “You know, cause I’m a woman and he won’t acknowledge me.” She sasses, turning on her heels she leaves.

“I love her.” Tony grins.

Bucky and Clint hurry out after her.

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They sat in her office silently, as she flicked through a finalized contract that needed signing still. Slowly she sets it down, glancing over at him. He closes his book, watching her.

“Bucky?” She spoke softly. “Is it okay I call you that?” There is hesitation in her voice.

“It is.” He nods.

May I ask you something?” She wonders with a sigh.

“You may.”

“How do you know my dad?” She asks with such curiosity on her face.

He sighs, leaning forward. Supporting his forearms on his thighs.

“What was said to you during your attack?” His brow lifts.

“I told you.” She cuts her eyes away quickly.

“A lie.” He points out.

“You could have just said you wouldn’t tell me.” She huffs, rolling her eyes.

“Is there a reason you don’t trust me?” He wonders. His head tips slightly to the side.

“Who said I don’t?” She shrugs.

“You’re lying to me.” He settles her with a direct look.

“Maybe it’s not about you.” She tucks a strand of hair back.

“Who is it about?” His brow pulls in.

“Maybe I’m protecting someone like you’re protecting me.” She spoke softly.

“I could protect the two of you, if you tell me.” He reminds her.

“This is on me.” She lifts her chin, picking up her contract again.

“You’re very infuriating, Princess.” He mutters, sighing as he leans back in his seat. Snatching up his book again. Her eyes snap up to him for a moment, before dropping them to her work.

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Frank sent her home early, after her stunt in the meeting room. She’d fallen asleep on the couch, he covered her with a blanket before setting about checking the locks and apartment. He had a feeling she didn’t do well sleeping alone now, that was expected after all she’d gone through.

He’d barely pulled off his T-shirt and turned down the bed. It sounded like a breathless yell, cut off before it became a scream. He’s hauling ass out of the room, and down the little hall when it comes again.

Her face pushed into the couch pillow, stifling the sound. Fucking nightmares. His hand closes on her shoulder, shaking her enough to wake her.

“Y/N?” His voice just loud enough not yet a yell.

She jerks up, slapping his hands away as she lets out a startled yelp. Panic, fear, confusion washing across her face as she scrambles away from him. Blinking wild eyes, she’s trying to focus, gather her surroundings again. He holds his hands up in defense, slowly sitting next to her.

“It’s just a dream. You’re okay.” He spoke soft and slow.

Her chest rises and falls fast, panicked, scared.

“It’s okay.” He nods, watching her. She stares back at him wondering if she believed his words. “You’re safe, Princess.” He reminds her.

He’s surprised when she moves, throwing her arms around his neck. He stiffens for a moment, slowly relaxing he wraps one arm around her, hauling her in closer. When she sniffles, he can’t explain why it’s such a gutting feeling for him.

“Shit, don’t cry.” His other hand comes up, brushing back her hair.

“Fuck, sorry.” She sniffs, looking guilty. “I’m crying on you.” She attempts to pull away.

He doesn’t know why, can’t explain it, but his arm locks, keeping her in place.

“It’s ah, it’s fine.” His brow pulls in. Confused by his own words.

“Thanks.” She spoke in a broken whisper.

“Anytime.” His own voice practically a whisper. He settles back against the couch, pulling the blanket over her, letting her settle in next to him.

Was this possibly crossing some line? It was a blurry line.

Was this going against the one thing Frank Castle told him to not do?

Completely.

Yet it wasn’t enough to stop him.

Bucky called to let Frank know they’d be boarding a flight and departing in the hour. Frank only had one things to ask before they were airborne.

“I ask one thing of you, James.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t get involved with my daughter.”

“Understood.”

“Promise me. You will keep this one hundred percent professional, Barnes.”

“Promise, Castle. You have my word.”

“See you when you land.”

“You have nothing to worry about, we��ll be there in two days’ time.”

[englishstrawbie]

For the lyrics prompt: Stef and Lena + the song Duet featuring Stephanie Briggs by Penny and Sparrow. It’s been one of my top adamsfoster songs for a few years and honestly, it’s the whole vibe of the song for me so I can’t even pick a specific lyric. But if any one in particular stands out to you, run with it! 😊

You're right, this song is so perfect for them. It was hard to pinpoint just one moment. And yet, when I started writing this several days ago, I very quickly went off-course and it got too angsty! So I scrapped most of it and started again. 🤦🏼‍♀️🤣 Anyway, I hope you like what I came up with.

A link to the song

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Lena makes her way around the room with ease, making conversation with her guests and possible donors. The last few months have been a whirlwind as she has prepared for this evening, her first fundraiser to kick off her campaign to run for the California State Assembly – in between moving out of their family home and seeing their kids disperse to different parts of the country. If she stops for too long, she realises just how exhausted she is; so she keeps going, always with a smile painted on her face.

Her eyes scan the room, finding her family scattered amongst the crowds. All five of their kids flew home to be there and support her. Despite their bright eyes and wide smiles, she can tell that they are hiding their boredom well, and she feels a surge of pride and love for them, and for how grown up they all are.

A hand on her back grabs her attention and she looks over her shoulder to find Stef stood just behind her. Her breath catches in her throat, just as it has every time she has caught sight of Stef schmoozing their guests, every bit the dutiful wife to a democratic candidate. She wears black pants and a cream blouse (adorned with a Democrat Party badge, of course), open to just above the swell of her breasts, and a delicate gold necklace that entices Lena’s gaze to the dip in her neck.

“You know that golfing friend of Jim’s he mentioned at lunch last week? He wants to meet you. If you can sweet talk him, I think he’d be willing to put his hand in his pocket to fund your campaign.”

Stef is all business and Lena can’t help but find it hot. She grabs Stef’s hand as she starts to move away, keeping her close for a moment.

Stef looks confused, her brow furrowing. “Is everything okay?”

“Thank you,” Lena says. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Stef smiles sweetly. “You’re the one who’s been running around making all this happen.”

“And every time I’ve got home late, you’ve made me dinner, or run me a bath, or rubbed my aching feet,” Lena gushes.

She smiles as Stef presses her lips to her cheek, the simple act of affection spreading warmth across her chest. Her exhaustion has left little time or energy for more intimate activities, but as the relief of knowing that she has successfully pulled off tonight’s party, the familiar urge to drag her wife into a dark room and kiss her until her mouth is sore is starting to build.

Lena licks her lips instinctively, a sign that Stef knows well, bringing a smirk to her face.

“Eyes on the prize, my love.”

“Oh, they are,” Lena teases.

She watches with glee as Stef’s head tips back to laugh, exposing more of her neck.

“Okay, Casanova, we’ve still got another hour or so before we can get out of here,” Stef points out.

A low grumble escapes from Lena as she accepts Stef’s outstretched hand, falling into step beside her wife as they make their way across the room.

“This is amazing, by the way,” Stef says, looking around at the decorated hall. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I haven’t done anything yet,” Lena says, very much aware of how much money she needs to raise tonight to be able to continue her campaign.

“Honey, look at this place,” Stef says, pausing for a moment and gesturing around her. “All of this is because of you. I really do believe you’re gonna do this.”

“You do?”

Stef nods confidently. “You’ve got my vote.”

Lena leans in then for a kiss, soft and slow, not caring that they are in the middle of a room full of people. After all, if people are going to support her, they need to know exactly who she is and who they will be voting for.

“Come on,” Stef prompts her when the pull apart. “It’s time to get your game face on.”

[1989dreamer]

Chapter 26 of Looking for a Place to Call Home

LfaPtCH Tag

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Derek can barely keep his eyes open as they eat, still leaning on Stiles. He keeps expecting to be shrugged off, but Stiles smells content and actually loops an arm around Derek to keep him upright when he lists a little too far and starts tipping over.

Isaac made far too many waffles even for five werewolves and three humans, and even Laura and Cora reach their limits after a fourth helping each.

Derek manages three bites of his third serving before his stomach slips and he rushes to the bathroom, barely able to hold off on expelling the food he’s just eaten before his head is over the toilet bowl.

Someone brushes their hand down his back, offering a bit of comfort as he dry heaves, saliva dripping from his mouth.

Slowly, Derek becomes aware of the person speaking. He isn’t too surprised to find that it’s Stiles rubbing his back, talking quietly as he keeps a steady, grounding pressure on Derek’s back.

“You’re okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

Derek doesn’t believe him. How can everything be okay when Derek can’t eat enough to put on weight and Laura is going back to her captors to rescue the child they forced her to have? How can Stiles lie so easily when Derek knows he has seen so many bad things as a deputy?

Stiles helps him stand when he finally stops retching. He wets a washcloth and gently wipes snot and saliva from Derek’s face.

“How are you feeling now?”

Derek shakes his head. He still feels queasy even if there’s nothing left in his stomach. He doesn’t know if the sensation will pass shortly or if he’ll have to stay in the bathroom in case his body decides to eject more.

Peter knocks on the door frame. “Is everyone okay?” he asks, eyeing Stiles with unbridled suspicion.

“Is there any ginger tea?” Stiles pats Derek’s back lightly before rubbing a soothing circle between his shoulder blades. “My mom swore by it whenever my dad or I felt a little under the weather.”

“Just ginger tea?” Peter asks, mischievous. “Not something stronger? She was knowledgeable about a lot of different plants, after all.”

“She was also the Hale emissary before she died.” Stiles sounds hard, like Peter pushed too hard and now he’s trying to hide any hurt behind a shield of anger.

“And your dad became our emissary after,” Peter says with forced lightness. “We—I am so grateful to your parents for the support and kindness they showed my family. I’m sure we can find some ginger tea if you think it will help.”

“What do you say, bud?” Stiles pats Derek’s back gently. “Think ginger tea sounds good?”

Derek nods. He has a faint memory of being sick as a very young child and being given something warm and spicy to drink, but he doesn’t know if that was ginger tea nor does he remember who gave it to him.

He lets Stiles heft him up into his arms and carry him into the kitchen. He could walk but his stomach hurts and he’s tired. Besides, Stiles has a nice scent. Derek buries his nose against Stiles’ shirt and inhales deeply. This smell must be why Peter likes him so much.

Stiles’ heartbeat quickens as Peter trails them back to the table where Erica already has a mug steeping.

“Thanks for supper,” John says, “but it’s way past time to be going to bed.” He yawns widely as if to make his point. “I’ll be back around 4:00. Be ready to go.” He leaves but Stiles stays at the table, watching as Derek takes careful sips from the mug. It definitely is the spicy drink he remembers, and with more life experience, he can definitely taste the ginger in it.

Peter hovers behind Stiles for a few minutes, something distinctly indecisive about his scent.

As soon as Derek finishes drinking the tea, Peter takes the mug and puts it in the sink. Then, he sits next to Stiles, who barely spares him a glance.

“Do I make you nervous?” Peter asks.

Stiles’ scent goes sour. “No,” he replies stiffly. “Why? Are you trying to make me nervous?”

Peter smells sad, as if Stiles said the wrong thing. But how could he? He’s telling the truth as far as his heartbeat and sweat response betray.

And then Derek remembers something about his uncle: he shows his teeth when he’s flirting. Mom used to explain to the men Peter brought home that if they were patient then they would get past the teeth. Not many had enough patience, and the ones that did were meaner than Peter.

Derek looks between his miserable uncle and his equally miserable crush and rolls his eyes at them. Neither of them notice because they’re too busy ignoring each other.

“Peter likes you,” he announces, making them both jump. Peter flushes under Stiles’ sudden stare. “And Stiles likes you too, Peter.”

Stiles blushes hotly too. “I do not,” he protests as his heartbeat blips wildly.

“You do,” Peter says, amazement in his tone. “Even though you think I’m a murderer?”

“I know you’re a murderer,” Stiles corrects, “but I’m not so sure that you’ll keep murdering people aside from the trip you’re about to take.”

Peter lowers his head and closes his eyes. Then, slowly, he lifts his head and opens his eyes. Stiles doesn’t react to Peter’s blazing blue eyes.

“I know the people in New York have hurt your family,” Stiles says softly. “And I know law enforcement has failed you before, but I don’t trust you to come back unscathed. You have to understand; that’s my dad. My only living relative. I can’t lose him.”

“I can’t promise anything,” Peter’s eyes flicker back to human blue, “but I can tell you he’ll have better odds if I go too.”

Derek leaves them at the table and goes to his room. Isaac is sitting at the desk, writing a letter. Derek ignores him and crawls under the bed. He isn’t hiding exactly, but he doesn’t want to be found.

He doesn’t want his sister to go to New York but he does want them to find her daughter.

He also doesn’t want to listen to his uncle awkwardly try to flirt with Stiles. He’d be happy to call Stiles “Uncle” but it’s a little too soon to know if he and Peter even want to date each other.

Attraction doesn’t mean love.

Kate and the hunters have taught Derek that. He remembers things, sights, sounds, smells, and he curls into a tight ball, hands pressed against his ears, trying to block everything out.

“Are you comfortable under there?” Isaac asks, breaking into Derek’s spiraling thoughts. “I mean, I’m sure you are, but don’t you want to be on top of the bed?”

Derek slides out from under the bed and climbs under the covers. Isaac stacks his papers, clicks his pen a few times, and turns off the light.

The bed dips when Isaac gets in, and a few minutes later, he’s settled and drifting off to sleep.

Derek listens to his slowing breathing for fifteen minutes before he’s positive Isaac is asleep. Then he slips out of bed and tiptoes back to the kitchen where Peter and Stiles are still sitting.

“I don’t care what advantage it would give me,” Stiles is saying, low and vehement. “I don’t want the bite.”

“Just think of all the cases you could solve if you had my senses.” Peter sounds passionate, like he truly believes he’s offering the best thing in the world to Stiles and Stiles is too dumb to realize it.

But Derek knows, as does Peter, that not everyone survives the bite. And sometimes, they don’t turn into werewolves at all.

Peter should tell Stiles about all the risks and not just the benefits.

Stiles responds with something biting but Derek doesn’t hear it because Peter suddenly grabs him and drags him into the kitchen by his collar.

“Little pups have big ears,” he says, pulling out a chair and pushing Derek to sit in it.

Stiles glares at Peter. “You shouldn’t be so rough with the people you claim to love.”

“Claim?” Peter snorts. “There is no ‘claim,’ Deputy. I love my family beyond life itself. I don’t need you to tell me how to show it.”

“Then you need to not grab or drag people around like they’re bags waiting for you to move them.” Stiles and Peter glare at each other, and Derek holds his breath, certain that Peter will lash out and Stiles, human Stiles, will get hurt.

Instead, Peter breaks eye contact first. “I’m sorry, Derek,” he says gruffly, sincerely. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Derek stays quiet. Peter absolutely meant to scare him. What he probably didn’t mean to do was hurt him. There was no reason to grab Derek like that, and he’s glad Stiles pointed it out.

Peter hugs him, smacking a kiss onto the top of his head.

“It’s past time for you to be in bed if you’re going to New York.” Stiles’ tone is icy. He’s still mad.

“Will you stay?” Peter asks. “I’m sure we can find room for you somewhere.”

Stiles shakes his head. “I’d better head out.” He narrows his eyes at Peter as if telling him to behave. “I’ll stop back tomorrow to make sure everything is going okay.” He gives Derek a one-armed hug. “Call me if you need anything.” He presses a card into Derek’s hand. “My cell phone is always on, no matter the time. If you need me, I’ll be there.”

Then he gets up, grabs his keys, and leaves. Derek doesn’t wait for Peter to apologize again. He crawls back under the covers in his bed, listening to Isaac’s quiet snores, to Boyd’s deeper ones, his sisters’ gentle whimpers, Erica’s deep breaths, and doesn’t sleep at all.

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When Stiles gets back to his apartment, he finds Kincaid and Ramirez sitting on his front step.

“No offense,” he tells them before they can say anything, “but I’m really not in the mood.”

It may not be  terribly late—only just past 8:00 p.m.—but Stiles is exhausted. Maybe it’s the conversation he just had with Peter Hale. Maybe it’s the overtime he’s pulled the last few days. Whatever the cause, he can feel it in his bones, and he does not want to be dragged into whatever the rookie officers have come to consult him on.

“We just wanted to let you know that the preliminary autopsy on Alan Deaton didn’t find any wounds,” Ramirez says. “Apparently, he just drove into the lake on his own.”

“Or he swerved to avoid an animal,” Kincaid adds.

“I don’t care,” Stiles says. He still believes Peter had something to do with it, but at least he was sort of telling the truth when he said he hadn’t killed Deaton.

“Just thought you should know, sir.”

“If it’s any consolation, we think the FBI agent investigating the connection between the murders and the Hale house fire is a giant douchebag.”

Stiles stifles a laugh. Ramirez is going to be a great officer if she keeps her wits about her and doesn’t let the politics of law enforcement twist her morals. And as long as Kincaid follows Ramirez, and as long as he remains uncorrupted, he’ll be just fine too.

“Anything else?” he asks, key in his lock.

Kincaid blushes while Ramirez makes direct eye contact with him, challenging him to something he doesn’t realize until she follows it with, “We’re together, Thomas and I. We won’t let it affect our work, but we also won’t let it keep us apart.”

“Congratulations,” Stiles says dryly. “But I’m not your supervisor. If you want to make it official, you’ll have to take it up with Sheriff Parrish.”

Ramirez and Kincaid exchange a look of relief.

“Thank you, sir,” Kincaid says. “We’ll let you get back to your evening now. Have a nice night.” He takes Ramirez’s hand and leads her to a powder blue Toyota Corolla that has seen better days parked in front of Mrs. Henderson’s house.

Stiles waves them off and then heads inside. He hangs up his keys, locks the door, and grabs a beer from the fridge.

He doesn’t drink often, too afraid he’ll end up like his dad did right after his mom passed. It had taken almost three years before Dad sobered up enough to pay attention to Stiles again. By that time, it was almost too late to salvage their relationship.

Stiles has been very careful and only consumes alcohol in moderation, but tonight he just really needs a drink to help him digest everything.

He picks up a bottle opener and heads out to his back steps. He flicks off the cap and takes a long swallow.

Peter killed Kate Argent. Of that there’s no doubt. Although, Stiles doesn’t think he’d be any more likely to abstain if he’d found out she was the one who burned his family alive and kidnapped his nieces and nephew.

Peter’s involvement in the deaths of Deaton and Myers is less certain.

And to complicate things even more, Peter keeps flirting with Stiles.

There must be some kind of neon sign stuck to him that attracts crazy—no, Stiles corrects himself quickly, not crazy. Supernatural.

He sighs, finishing the bottle and setting it by his feet. It’s disgusting to him, but that’s why he drinks it. He won’t ever be tempted to empty his fridge if all he has is this cheap swill.

Nudging at the bottle with the toe of his shoe, Stiles idly wonders what effect alcohol has on werewolves. Would they get drunk and recover faster? Or would it not affect them at all?

He could ask Peter, but he doesn’t think that’s the best idea. Peter might just try to bite him.

Why, though? What’s wrong with being human? And more pressingly, would Stiles survive the bite? Mom was a spark, according to Dad. And something else, like Mom or Deaton’s sister, made them unable to be a werewolf at the same time. Talia Hale hadn’t bitten Mom because it wouldn’t have helped.

What if Stiles has inherited the spark from his mom?

Could he accept the bite knowing that it could—would probably—kill him?

No, Stiles decides. Human is what he’ll have to stay. He doesn’t need enhanced senses to know when someone is lying to him. He doesn’t need extra strength to take down perpetrators.

He doesn’t need to be a werewolf.

Stiles yawns widely, jaw creaking with it. He doesn’t need supernatural abilities, but he does need a good night’s rest. Especially if his plans to see his dad and his “team” off to the airport.

It’s a little suspect that everyone trusts this half-baked scheme. Stiles knows they can’t just be going back to New York for a gun competition, but he hopes they don’t end up murdering more people or worse.

Although, if Peter tags along, it seems likely that there might be just a touch of maiming.

Stiles takes his bottle inside to rinse and put with the other recyclable glass.

He brushes his teeth and takes a quick shower to wash off the day.

He sets an alarm, sets up his coffee pot for a few minutes before the alarm, and then lies down on his bed, listening to the building settle.

His upstairs neighbor, usually awake at this time and moving around is absent, so it should be easy to fall asleep, right?

Wrong.

Stiles’ mind is buzzing too much for his eyes to stay shut despite the lethargy pulling at his limbs.

And what is making his mind race? Peter Fucking Hale.

Peter, who flirted like it was a battle that he was going to win by sheer surprise.

Peter, who killed to avenge his family and to protect them.

Peter, who Stiles wonders what he would taste like if he kissed him.

It’s been a long time since Stiles has felt attraction. Just his luck that it’s the local murder-wolf.

Stiles sighs. He’s not getting any sleep tonight. He might as well get up and do something productive, like…like?

Like write out a list of pros and cons for dating Peter Hale.

Con: Peter is a murderer.

Pro: Peter only murders people who hurt his family.

Con: Peter confessed to killing Kate and will likely be arrested and prosecuted over it.

Pro: Peter looks like a good kisser and Stiles hasn’t been kissed in literal years.

Pro: Stiles is bi and Peter is easy on the eyes.

Pro: Stiles is ready for a relationship.

Con: With Peter?

Stiles drops his pen and buries his head in his arms.

Why does he make life so difficult on himself? Why did he have to get suspended—forced vacation, his ass—and why did he have to go back to Erica and Boyd’s house? Why is he even entertaining the idea of dating Peter Hale when there’s overwhelming evidence—and a confession to boot—that Peter Hale kills people?

He doesn’t have an answer. Not even close. He crumples up his list and throws it away.

Then he lies down on his couch and turns the TV to a late night infomercial channel, mutes it, and stares at the screen until his vision blurs enough that he can finally drift off to sleep.

He dreams of teeth and claws sharp enough to tear him apart and used gently to explore more of his body than he’s showed his last three partners.

And if Stiles wakes up with a crick in his neck and an uncomfortable hard on in his pants? At least there are no werewolf noses around to detect the shame on his skin before he washes it away with a cold shower.

On his way out the door, he grabs the pros and cons list out of the trash. He scribbles a large “X” over the page, flips it over, and writes one pro: loyal. He crumples the paper again, shoves it deep in the trash can, and then drives to the Boyds’ house.

He’s not going to stop Peter or his dad from going, but he also doesn’t want anger to be the last emotion he shares with them, especially if things go badly. And what the hell, he might as well find out if Peter kisses as good as he looks like he does.

                                                                                                                    ~ * ~

[bunybot]

my transfem (+ leo) knights agenda is oh so dear to my heart.

naru being the original donino piece. ritsu has never cared about gender, had always been one to say their preference is whatever, but getting to know naru helps them come to the realization that they want to go on estrogen. that their transition goals align with a more androgyne body. naruritsu doing each other’s e shots once the two enter their third year. (naruritsumika also helping mao come to the realization she’s a tgirl during naruritsumika girls nights since mao is constantly at the sakuma home. mika is a bigender tgirl… also again found herself through naru’s openness about her identity.) izumi resonates with ritsu’s feelings about their gender identity… being agender but tfem as well.

tsukasa comes out after ritsumika but before mao. ritsu never had a proper coming out, because they knew they’d be understood by their fellow knights. tsukasa on the other hand made a formal call to knights to meet. izuleo literally fly from florence to yumenosaki. only for kasa to simply tell everyone “i believe i’m a trans girl… and i hope to come out to my parents and begin estrogen.” she comes out first to knights because they are more family than the suous will ever be. group hug from 3/4… the fourth obviously being sena who pats her on the head. leoritsu kiss her on both cheeks too. she’s showered with love and support and also bombarded with questions and how they can best support her. naru chats up kasa after the meeting more in depth. helps her with passing tips and naruritsu plan a shopping trip with her. kasa is very insecure at first about her body in relationship to feminine clothing but naruritsu build her right up!!!

meanwhile in florence. once she graduated, sena had been doing drag shows. it’s the most she has felt herself. after kasa’s coming out, seeing ritsu and naru becoming themselves… she ponders if there’s more to her identity than the drag persona. if the most beautiful she’d feel would be as a woman. while cuddling in bed sena asks leo how he realized who he was (leo is tmasc and had began transitioning before entering yumenosaki). leo goes on an inspired tangent, somewhat obviously fictional backstory. but in a sense he means all of it. sena straight up says i never thought i would care as long as i was beautiful but what if being a girl sounds like the most beautiful thing to me? leo kisses and is like you’re beautiful no matter what :) the next morning leo is trying to find resources for sena and shocked by him being up earlier she is curious about it. they sit down and talk about it in depth and sena starts seeing one. she wonders if she should start e in fear of ruining her modeling career which leads her to calling naru. naru assures her and they talk about what to do from here. izuleo do their e and t shots together :3 she eventually comes out to ritsukasa… ritsu predicted it. as ritsu does. but kasa is a little bit shocked and supportive. she returns the same head pat as sena gave her when they meet up again and they are just. cutie.

all 5 of them are dating. btw. izuleo are engaged. they make an effort to see each other as much as possible. naruritsu visit florence to see sena’s drag shows and sena puts them in drag at one point. leokasa support while kasa also tries italian desserts. leo feeds her them. oughh

naruritsu is also dating mika. ritsu is engaged to mao who is dating trickstar.

kasa has a big crush on sora but has yet to do anything about it.

the specific identities:

ritsu: tfem agender lesbian, they

tsukasa: bisexual tgirl, she

izumi: tfem agenderfluid lesbian, they she

leo: tmasc nonbinary lesbian, he they

sorry. this is long and incomprehensible i took my melatonin i just can’t stop thinking about them

[hoofenxit]

“Ghost of Ohio” A Honeysuckle Drabble

// while writing this I was listening to a song of the same name: https://youtu.be/GEMye-5l2DA

The setting is when Honeysuckle was 23, reflecting on her life and how to move forward from it.

in case anyone needs it, TW for the following: Drug usage, Abuse mentions, Near death Experience

Life always had it’s ups and downs, people came and went...It was just how things were, and Honeysuckle knew it...Though there was always that urge of saying fuck all and leaving it all behind, to pack a bag and head to the nearest bus stop to get out of her hometown.

Of course she toss and turned with the idea since she was 13, whether or not she should leave her mother and brother behind...Of course she knew her step dad wouldn’t care, in fact she figured he would be thrilled with her gone.

When she turned 18, not long after she learned the truth about who her real dad was, she and a few of her friends who shared her dream of leaving Ohio and traveling preforming concerts would pack their bags, their equipment and head on out, Honeysuckle leaving a note behind for her mother and brother:

Dear Mom and Damian,

  Sorry you had to find out like this...But I’m tired of staying in a house where I’m constantly degraded and told I will never be anything than a horse faced bitch..Heh..Guess James will be happy huh? Not having a horse step daughter around to plague his life...

  Anyways, i’m heading outta town, maybe to the next town over or hell outta state with some of my friends. Don’t worry I got my ID and wallet on me. I’ll try to keep in touch so you wont go worrying.    I need this, it’s time I find my own path and see what’s out there...Who knows, maybe I’ll be famous like dad...My real dad...Someday. But until then, I need to do this.

                                                       Sincerely yours,                                                                     Honeysuckle Horseman

It was hard but it had to be done...With that out of the way she began her journey to freedom.

Of course this was just the tip of the iceberg...As quickly she would soon miss home but kept trying to tell herself that she can’t go back...At least not now, she still had so much to do and see. It would be about 7 months into her new life, she had preformed at least 20 gigs in different towns, making a name for herself and her bandmates, even earning money along the way. It was during this time she met a leopard in what looked at first to her, monochrome clown paint, though through talking with him she would learn what a Juggalo was.

For about a year, things were good between the two, Honeysuckle doing her music while her new boyfriend would attend every show to support her...Though at some point during that past year, he had gotten Honeysuckle into trying drugs, claiming it would make her stress and worries melt away...And she believed him, thinking what harm could it do? After all she trusted him and didn’t think he would try to harm her in any way...Being 19 and becoming addicted to drugs..She didn’t notice when she started to act so reckless...

It was during one of her concerts, she was blitzed out of her mind on drugs that she started to climb some platforms off stage while preforming, singing her song and wandering a bit aimlessly until she went to jump off of the platform only to miss the landing, smacking her ribs into the side of the stage and blacking out for a few moments, only to get back up onto the stage and announcing some songs that weren’t on the list for the night.

Her bandmates were confused but didn’t question it until after the show was over when one of her bandmates approached her and noticed how dazed she was, asking if she was alright before she would go “Yeahh im fiiine” and proceed to black out once more.

Her manager would take her to the hospital which would come to light that she was on heavy drugs and would need to detox while her ribs healed. It wasn’t an easy thing for Honeysuckle to accept, getting mad once she was awake, claiming the drugs were the reason she felt no pain and that she knew what she was doing...Of course her boyfriend backed her up but never admitted to being the one that gave them to her but also to avoid suspicion did side with the doctor at least to help get Honeysuckle to the point she could go back to their apartment.

Once she was released when life started to get real for the poor girl...Getting into fights with her boyfriend over drugs, her band, their relationship...This went on, on and off for about a year...Age 20 was when a breaking point hit, Honeysuckle was given more doses than she was used to, her heart racing as she got into a heated argument with her boyfriend which only made it worse as he slapped her across the face and chased her into the bathroom which she managed to lock before he could get in, her mind and heart racing as she could barely stand, sliding down the door onto the floor as she curled up as her breathing became quick, almost as if she was running out of air...She wouldn’t know it, but she blacked out due to a drug overdose, their neighbors who had heard the fighting called the cops which in turn, saved Honeysuckle’s life as she was escorted to the Hospital and had her stomach pumped...Her boyfriend arrested as the officers found drugs in the apartment and on his person.

The next 3 years, Honeysuckle would spend her time getting herself clean, her band taking a hiatus while she did so. It gave her plenty of time to realize she had lost her way for the 5 years...But now...She wanted to change that. Heading out of her new apartment’s balcony, she lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag before holding and exhaling, leaning over the fence as she looked out into the city...She thought about her mother, her brother...The friends she had come to see as family...She owed it to them, and to herself to keep clean and better herself.

She would softly chuckle to herself, “Guess I could call myself...The ghost of Ohio.”

[naatsuuki-chr]

i hate this

I doubt I’ll ever go through with it but decided I should write this in case. I don’t know how much more I can take but I hope venting it out will take the edge off or something rather than drive me to doing something irrational. Everyone gives me different advice but none of it helps. All my friends are sick of me constantly fucking being sad and bringing it up and I wish I could stop but it just comes in waves and they keep getting higher and higher. It’s like if in a water park the wave machine broke and just kept pushing them higher and higher and I’m just a small kid being drowned and pulled in. One friend in particular is fucking sick of me like this and just wants me to take action but I’ve tried and it doesn’t help and I can’t make myself heal faster. Another one of my friends gave good advice but it’s just not helpful in how to cope when I still enjoy them so much. Another friend just doesn’t get it at all and tried to help but for once his comfort doesn’t actuslly help. One friend was probably the best person to talk to about it but it’s all just about how I didn’t fuck it up when I did and I know I did. My parents just want me to let it go and live my life but it’s not that simple and even they are sick of it and just don’t understand it. The person from underscord helped in the moment but their advices help faded as I kept trying it because I can’t make myself believe that I don’t love them even if I need to. Id put it into music but even that I’ve lost motivation for and really can’t force myself to make it to get shit out because then I create shitty music and hurt myself worse by forcing myself. It’s just an endless, meaningless, and painful cycle of waking up crying, showering, going to classes, coming back, crying, doing things so the RAs don’t worry and check on me, coming back, crying again, watching YouTube to try and distract myself, and then cry to sleep. I have nobody left to vent to and I don’t want a fucking therapist or meds because I don’t want to live like that paying to speak to someone and paying for pills for relief. I deleted most of my shit from social media even though I still lurk around it but I want it to be empty with only what I’m proud of if I end up going down. I have to deal with one friend all the time just saying shit like “shut up” and being passive aggressive saying I don’t take anyone’s advice and honestly I’m sick of it and if anything I think that mixed with being heartbroken over someone I still love so much is gonna be my tipping point. Everyone’s support seems so shallow because yeah they care but only for so long and eventually everyone gets sick of me. Everyone either hates me, gets sick of me, or is disappointed by me and it’s just fucking devastating to live knowing that. If I didn’t have parents and family I’d be gone right now and sometimes I wish I didn’t have them so I could just finally be free of all this pain. Luckily I’m so much of a coward that it’s keeping me alive but it’s just tiring. I’m so tired of living in this sick twisted paradox that life is putting me in. I have to live without the person I love so much but I have to constantly yearn for them. I have to want them to be happy but also inside kind of want them to be unhappy with him or for him to fuck up or fall in love with someone else. I want her more than anything in the universe but I can’t have her but I can’t want anyone else. Hearing her new boyfriend’s name makes me so sad but angry but happy he treats them right. I’m so fucking upset that he gets everything I dreamt of and still dream about but now I can’t have even though now I know I would be the best, better than I ever have. All the things I wanted and still want to do like play skylanders with her, play fossil fighters with her, cosplay cool characters we like, do couples costumes and shit, play other fun games together, build minecraft homes together, cuddle and watch movies we like, stare into their pretty eyes and tell them how much I love and adore them, own a snake or a lizard with them, own a sphinx cat, own a bunny, own a purple 1970s dodge challenger, take rides in the 1950 ford, go watch movies at a drive in theater in the ford or my jeep, invite them to my college on a weekend and hold hands as I show them around campus, cuddle in my dorm room, talk for hours about all the things we like, talk about our childhoods, kiss and feel their warm soft hugs, hear their little cute squeaks when they’re tired, rub their back, bring them things when they are on their period or just in pain in general, take care of them when they get sick, make omlettes for breakfast for them and surprise them with it, take them to heids and eat grilled cheese hoping that a train goes by, walking next to Onondaga lake with them, taking them around Ithaca to see the pretty hills and gorges and forests, take them to beaver lake and carve our names into a bench or tree, take them to the state fair, introduce them to the people at tie dye rose I’ve known since I was a kid, poke bunny butts and pet cows with them, own a pretty house in the woods, buy them random things just because I think they’d like it, take them to concerts for artists we like like tøp, underscores, or Jane Remover, play music together and do cool artistic shit on stage, do awesome photoshoots with cool premises like jester idea I had, have a perfect kid and name her Blaire, make cool clothes, take them when the animatronic dinosaur thing was in town, take them to the record store, watch battlebots, call eachother cute nicknames, sing love songs to them at random, watch The Shining or Hot Fuzz together, share pokemon cards, and now it’s all gone and I cant see that with anyone else. I hate this empty feeling of love that isn’t returned anymore especially when I still see my life with them even when I try to see it with someone else. I don’t know what to do. I’m trying my best to just live my life but it’s so hard knowing the one pwrson I love is out there and most painfully has probably forgotten me or doesnt like me or even care Anymore. It hurts to go to bed and dream of them and see their smile only to wake up and realize I lost it. I never had any problems until now and it’s the worst fucking feeling. I wish there was an easy way out but the worst part is nobody would notice or care except my family and even they probably wouldn’t know for a day or two or even more. I just don’t know how much more of this I can take it’s fucking killing me and if I don’t end up killing myself ill just be a mess for the rest of my life. Everyone keeps telling me it isn’t going to last forever but that it will take a long time to heal but I don’t think I can take anymore. I’ve written poems, I’ve talked to people, I’ve written so many songs I cant anymore, and I lost the girl I wanted my life with, there’s nothing left for me if my music can’t make me happy and the person who made me happy is gone I can’t see a purpose on this cruel fucking earth. If I don’t end it I know I’ll just be praying and mourning and loving for the rest of my life hoping I can try again but knowing ill never get that and being cursed by seeing their perfect smile next to me on a pretty winter morning is so fu king painful. It hurts so bad feeling like they don’t even think of me or that they hate me even if it’s not true because it’s how I feel but then immediately that being followed by the exact opposite feeling. I just wanna get so drunk I get alcohol poisoning or something because at least that would be fun until the end but I can’t even drink without it being so shitty and my brain keeps ripping itself apart. No matter how much I try, if I try to convince myself ill never be with them again it drives me to this and if I try to convince myself I will be with them it drives me to this. I’m sick of shaking and crying and being a snotty drooling mess. I lost the prettiest angel and I can’t fucking take it. I keep having a dream that keeps repeating where we make up and cuddle and shit but it hurts so much to wake up and realize that it may never even happen. I’m writing this just in case I lose this battle. It’s not anyone’s fault. If she finds out I would like her to know it isn’t her fault. I just wasn’t strong enough and I want them to live a happy life with him and not throw it out for their shitty ex even if i still adore them. I want everyone to know it isn’t their fault and ultimately if I have decided to do it which I doubt I will, it was my decision and it was the best for me I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I don’t think I can take anymore. I don’t know what I’m going to do so I’ll just put this somewhere in case it’s my last day or i just randomly decide to do something drastic but I doubt it. Ill probably put myself through another year of suffering before I even have the guts to end this miserable fucking life and even then ill still be scared and still love them.

[magic-can]

MR. ENTER TURNED OFF COMMENTS ON HIS TURNING RED REVIEW LMAO

[chai-ssi-latte]

false god 💋💞

Chris Evans

About: You realize that you and Chris have a special way to resolve and forget problems.

Note: 18+ (I think) Not very descriptive (idk how to write smut). Still read at your own risk. 

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Hands on his hips, Chris stared out at the window with his back turned to you. Both of you breathing heavily after an intense verbal fight. Lately, the rumors of Chris dating another girl is getting the best of you, especially with the media shipping him with the woman saying that they deserve each other. 

AS IF you and Chris have not confirmed your relationship four months ago. 

You decided to confront Chris about it, whether he’s going to deny the obvious fake news (that seems to be you’re the only one who believe so), or he’s going to talk to make them stop. “It’ll die down. Give it a week.” he had said. You told him that the news just keeps burning and it looks like it won’t pass by anytime soon. Not now, with all his fans riding the trend of this newfound lover.

You wanted to pull out all your hair. Y/N, you’re so stupid that things will work out with you and Chris! He’s so out of your league and here you are... 

“I can’t believe I said I’d die for this guy.” You murmured. “Are you done staring out? Or are we gonna continue our talk calmly?” You wanted this to work out, really. Let’s just say moving from one state to another was pain in the ass, and also, you don’t think you can live without Dodger at this point. “Chris?” You called out, trying to get the attention of your boyfriend who seemed to be more interested in the city lights than you.

Finally, a sigh escaped from Chris’ lips. He still avoided making an eye contact as he passed you by. He made a beeline to the kitchen and you followed behind him. “I’m gonna need wine if you want to continue.” He said. He went to grab a glass while you instinctively went to get the wine. 

“Chris, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Chris.” Kevin Feige watched as you and Chris exchanged your hellos. “She’s a new big screen actress coming from theatre. I met her through my wife.”

You couldn’t stray your eyes away from Chris the whole night, your confidence boosting when you would caught his eyes in yours too. Trying to hide the shake of your hands as you sip on your whiskey, you tried to pretend that you didn’t notice Chris making his way to you.

“The night is young, you should have fun,” Chris sat on the stool next to you. “I’ll take what the lady is having.” He ordered. He was surprised to know you've enjoyed two shots of whiskey and was already in your third one. “You should hit the dance floor. Let out a few steam.”

You raised an eyebrow, then looked at the dance floor. Most of the Marvel actors that were invited in Kevin’s party were seated on their couch and round table. The people who were at the dance floor are Kevin’s and his wife’s friends outside work. 

You looked back at Chris and saw him with challenging eyes. Smirking, you drank down your whiskey bottoms up. “Now, why would I do that when I can stay here with you?” 

Chris seems to be satisfied with that answer as he leaned his arm on the bar, inching closer to you. “Is that so, baby?”

“Baby? You call strangers baby?”

“How about we solve that stranger problem?”

To be honest, if you could describe how you and Chris now in the kitchen you’d say stupid. You both look stupid, sitting across each other, sipping on a glass of wine, and none of you daring to speak. You also forgot the topic you were supposed to bring up earlier which adds up some itch on your skin.

God, please talk. You begged in your head. You don’t want to start the conversation anymore. You’re tired of always being the first one to speak up on problems and trying to ease down a hard road.  You were startled when Chris’ chair scraped across the floor, not noticing that he had finished his wine, and yours is still half full. 

Chris doesn’t seem to care about your wine though. He grabbed your hand and pulled you up on the chair, dragging you behind him. “Chris?”

“We’ll talk in our room.”

It feels good. God damn, it does. The tingles in your skin as Chris thrust in and out of you felt surreal. His random kisses on your neck, breast, and collar bone are enough to take you into bliss. 

For a moment there you memorized every touch of Chris’ lips on your skin, his tightening grip on your hips, and his wandering hand on your your upper body. You felt your hips buckled forward as Chris thrusts faster and faster, deep groans and growls falling out of his mouth. There was like an electric current that runs on your veins sending your legs to shake as you both reach your orgasm. 

Chris’ voice turned coarse as he rode out his high, leaving wet kisses on your chest, up to your neck, and one final kiss on your lips. As you open your eyes, he was already looking at you with a grin. “Tired?”

Smiling, you turned your body facing him. “Not yet, are you?”

“I could go another one.”

“So what’s the plan?” You broke the silence, referring to the drama around Chris’ name. “Are you gonna make a public statement or what?”

Your breath quickened when Chris didn’t answer but remove the shirt covering his body. You could see his toned back, and his tattooed chest when he turned to face you. “I am.” Chris spoke. “But we need this off first.” He tugged on your shirt, urging you to lift your arms.

You instead pursed your lips, crossed your arms, and raised an eyebrow. “I need to know the plan.”

Chris sighed, removing his hand away from your body. He unbuttoned his pants, stepping out of it, then kicking it away. You could see the outline of his bulge. You and Chris have done the dirty many times before, and even with his member covered up, your mouth almost watered at the sight. You tried to hide the itching feeling on your skin, wanting to grab his member, and just ask him to take you.

“Chris.” You warned as he step closer. “The plan.”

“The plan is to have sex until your anger is out of your system.” He said plainly, grabbing your waist, and connecting his lips to yours. 

It worked. The night ended with you caressing Chris; face as he fell into a deep slumber. Your anger was long gone, and he did promise that he’ll make a statement tomorrow to clear all the rumors that are tarnishing your relationship with him. You two ended up cuddling, your hand on his chest with one leg over his torso.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The smell of brewing coffee was enough to wake up your senses. Your body instinctively stretched out as you welcome the warm rays of the sun hitting the bed. Rubbing one eye, your other hand mindlessly find your boyfriend. Jesus, Y/N, of course he’s the one brewing coffee. 

You jolted at the sound of your phone  ringing on the bedside table. You lazily crawled to grab your phone as you swipe to answer the call.

“Good morning, you lucky bitch!” You pulled the phone away from your ear because of the loud voice. Reading the name, you rolled your eyes and wondered why your best friend is calling you at eight in the morning.

“Good morning to you too.” You greeted, “What’s up?”

“What’s up?! Bitch! You know I only call you when I’m jealous of you and Chris’ flaunting each other!” She said. You curled your lips knowing full damn well that’s a lie, she’s like a sister attached on your hip bone. “Like damn, I wish I have that kind of relationship, fuck you.” She added.

You laughed, “I really don’t know what you’re talking about, babe. I just woke up.”

“Y/N. I know the sex was great and I think everybody in the world knows too. But please tell Chris to stop making us feel single than we already are.”

“What?” You quizzed.

“You know what, bye. Check instagram. I hope you get pregnant.”

“Y/BFN!” and the call ended. “What the hell was that?” You didn’t even get the chance to comprehend what’s really happening and the call was already done. Plus, your just-woke-up brain didn’t help.

Curiously, you opened your very inactive instagram account and noticed thousands of notifications on a post that Chris tagged you in. Your mouth hang open in shock at the pic he has chosen to post. You were sleeping and covered up, yes, but the obvious love bites on your neck and collarbones were there for everyone to see.

chrisevans nothing greater than waking up next to the love of your life. Rumors are rumors, while it’s out there making people go crazy, I’m going crazy over someone else @ yn

“Did you like my post?” Chris walked in with a tray of breakfast and cups of freshly brewed coffee. “Is it too much?” He asked placing the tray on the bed.

You beamed at him, “Nope. I like it.” You even showed how you double tapped on his post. Only hiding when you started typing a comment.

“I’d still see that you know.” Chris chuckled.

“Not when it got covered by your fourteen million followers.” You stuck your tongue out.

“Not when the media make an article about it.” He rebutted. 

You groaned, “Whatever. You just don’t like losing, do you?”

“Eat.” He commanded. “I have the whole day off and I’m thinking about only one thing we could do all day.”

I apologize for the sudden MIA. I was on a writer’s block again. Hope you enjoy this one though! Please be gentle with me :> 

Also, I almost typed down while it’s out there spreading like a wild fire, i’m spreading something else but it just doesn’t sound like Chris and IT’S MAKING ME LAUGH. bye

~ chai

[adviceformefromme]

How I finessed £850 for a pair of Jimmy Choo’s off a man I’d known for one week and NEVER met in person before... Okay ladies, story time. I met a guy, 10 years older on an app, very successful, handsome, lives and runs a business in my neighbourhood. Easily searchable on the net, his office is five minutes from my house. HOWEVER, I have never met this man. We’d been in deep WhatsApp messages for a week, sharing political views, discussing dreams, aspirations, hopes etc. For a penpal this felt like a deep connection already. I made myself available to communicate with him as intense as it was at times. We had planned to go for a little walk and coffee to meet a few days after connecting but it didn’t happen, but I was open for a low key meet up just to see him in person. How I use 'cause and cure' to finesse. I generally create a problem, this can be a joke or a real issue, e.g 'I can’t believe you missed our one week anniversary!’ (always add playful emojis when finessing ladies) allow him to reply and then always ask ‘how do you plan on making it up to me’, fortunately in my finesse story this man loved spoiling women, so he suggested 'heels or lingerie', naturally, I said ‘both'. After some back and forth flirts I sent him the link to the Jimmy Choo’s and we discussed how hot they were. I then sent my Paypal details and told him ‘let’s see how much weight your words hold’. TIP. MOVE fucking fast. When a man is ready to drop that cash, you don’t take your time and message back after you done eaten your pasta, or had your bath. No sweetie, you reply immediately. And once that money drops you keep the momentum going. Reading this, it sounds fairly straightforward, and I literally had no idea it would be this easy especially as we had never met. I had however engaged in ALOT of back and forth messages with this man about trading, tech, dating, love etc. A connection had been established. Even though it had been just over one week it wasn’t like I was getting money from a complete stranger, some of the messages exchanged were more deep then men I’ve known for months. He opened up to me and I created space to continue to talk to him even when I was busy. There was time, energy, investment. Tips: Firstly, make sure you are dealing with a man that loves to spoil women. Make time for him if he is willing to talk, go deep, ask questions. YOU ARE VETTING HIM at this stage. Find out his motives, what he wants, what has worked for him, what makes him tick, what is missing from his life right now. Stop being so surface level with the chats, everything is behind the screen so who even cares. Once the CONNECTION has been established, then you can progress. LOOK THE PART. Your social media. I never really realised the importance of this but if you want to manifest that luxury life ENSURE your IG is on point. I recently got back from a beach holiday with a girlfriend so I had the IG photos to support the aesthetic of a luxury life. This is how men will perceive you. If you need some inspiration, start researching women who look like they are spoilt, think photos in high end restaurants, outside beautiful homes, bikini snaps, holidaying in luxury locations. Be creative. Final note: There is an abundance of wealthy men that enjoy spoiling women. So if you want this life, make sure you're focusing on your type of people. Stop wasting time on people who aren’t for you, men who don’t spoil, men who don’t spend, men who don’t provide you with the life you’re already providing for yourself. Stop choosing dusty men who choose you, start choosing men who are able to provide you with the dream life you already created for yourself and more.  💕

[tojisblunt]

WHEN HE OVERSTIMS YOU — inarizaki edition.

hcs — original, not requested.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. heehee i was bored so here u go (i dont know if i should make this into a series or not but we shall see)

CHARACTERS. suna rintarou, atsumu miya, kita shinsuke, aran ojiro, osamu miya

+ includes. overstimulation, daddy kink, mentions of multiple orgasms, squirting, size kink, cunny slapping, fingering, creampie, choking

— ATSUMU MIYA.

overstimulating u is his job.

if by the end of sex ur not panting like a dog while ur legs shake like crazy,

then he believes didn’t do his job right.

so i’d say, just be prepared.

atsumu has your knees pressed against your chest, feet thrashing around as you whine from the heightened pleasure of his cock drilling into your sweet spot. he has you seeing stars, and the tears streaming down your face is urging him to go faster.

“faster, tsumu! f-fuck, i’m gonna cum!” you cry, pussy clamping from the previous orgasms he’s thrown you in. you’re so overstimulated, you don’t think you can possibly take any more of his abuse. however, something about the way his veiny cock is sliding against your velvet walls has you begging for more.

it’s not like he wasn’t going to go faster anyway. whether you asked or not, he was going to abuse your stupid little cunt until you’re desperately pulling away from him because the pleasure is just too much.

“oh yeah? faster?” he chuckles, giving your ass a harsh slap, the tip of his cock ramming against your cervix causing your legs to tense every so often, “you little slut. aren’t the orgasms i’ve already given you enough?”

he knows it’s not enough. he loves the sight of you rolling your eyes back, mouth wide open as you keep panting, body trembling because he’s just making you feel so good. he loves it even more because you’re just so sensitive, and he’s the only one who can make you feel that way.

— ARAN OJIRO.

jesus fucking christ this man has a big fucking cock.

so whether he tries or not you will always be overstimulated.

because his cock is stretching you so wide that you can’t help but cum every single time he’s moving.

he loves it even though he acts all nonchalant about it.

“what’s this?” he chuckles, eyes furrowing as he watches you cum, back arching and your head falling back as a whine leaves your pretty lips.

he had just slid his cock inside you in one swift motion, yet you’re cumming already. he has your ankles in his hands, using them to spread your legs even wider to get a better look at your quivering little pussy.

“already? but baby, i just put it in?” he asks, keeping up with the innocent facade that he has going on. you’re sniffling, keeping your hands concealing your mouth as you continue squealing from the shocks of pleasure that your orgasm had brought.

“d-daddy..” you sigh, removing your palms from your mouth to play with your tits, “m-more, please..” you squeal once more as he starts moving as soon as those words leave your mouth, leaving you no time to calm down from your orgasm.

he continues fucking you like you ask, and eventually, you’re crying as you beg him to stop from the overstimulation. he doesn’t stop though, because the way you’re clinging onto him as you cum over and over again is what gets him going.

“dirty lil slut,” aran pants, whispering against your ear as you cry out from the feeling of his cock pistoning your pussy, “look at ya, look so pretty.” he licks the shell of your ear, groaning slightly when you tighten around him, signalling him of your impending orgasm.

“d-daddy! too much, pl-please!” you sob, nails scratching the smoothness of his skin as your legs are spread wide from underneath him. aran hisses at the feeling, but his eyes roll to the back of his head as it’s mixed with the feeling of your pussy creaming all over his cock.

“too much, baby?” he asks, and you whimper as you nod, tears lining up at the edge of his eyes, “you can take it, you’re my good girl, come on,” he encourages, and you cry in response, the feeling of your orgasm coming in like a truck.

“daddy! fuck, i’m cumming!” you scream, legs shaking as you attempt to close them, but aran leads back and keeps them spread wide open, continuing his thrusts while your pussy gushed out your cum, squirting it all over his lower abdomen and the sheets below you, “oh god! feels so good, daddy, please!”

he doesn’t know exactly what you’re crying please for, but h keeps going, wanting to hear your cries more.

— KITA SHINSUKE.

i dont care what yall say this man is a FREAK.

HE A FREAK IN THE SHEETS.

just like atsumu, he loves to overstimulate u.

he knows his effect on you and evilly takes advantage of it bc the sight of you crying underneath him is just something he loves the most.

“k-kita, baby, please!” you sob, shaking your head as your eyes plead for him to give you just a little bit of mercy. kita hisses, shaking his head as he reaches down to give your stupid clit a harsh slap, his eyes looming down at you with coldness.

“wrong name, bunny,” he sighs in feigned disappointment, which only furthers your crying. he sighs once more, caressing the side of your head before he thrusts sharply against your hips. your juices are clinging onto him, making him more aroused as you continue to cry.

“daddy! i’m sorry!” you shiver, eyes resting at the back of your head from the intense pleasure as he continues to thrust. the tip of his cock is slamming against your sweet spots, earning labored breathes and loud cries from your drooling mouth.

“i know, darlin’,” he coos, “give me one more, ‘kay? one more,” he smiles and you whimper, yet you give him a nod as you bite your lip, trying your best to suppress your loud moans.

you can’t hold them back though, because kita is fucking you so well that you’re unable to control yourself. he throws your legs over his shoulders, leaning down to press his chest against your own. he uses a hand to play with your neglected clit, and the sensation has you cumming all over his fat cock.

“there we go,” he smiles, cock hardening from the way your body is trembling underneath him. you look so pretty with tears streaming down your face as your tongue is hung out of your mouth, eyes rolled to the back of your head.

nothing beats the sight of your creaming so prettily for him, and he’d love to keep you creaming all over him again and again.

— OSAMU MIYA.

unlike aran, this motherfucker is actually really oblivious about it.

he’s so confused, you’re crying and begging him to stop yet your pretty cunt is cumming all over him?

like come on, pick a side.

he learns to ignore your cries tho because ag the end of the day, he knows what you want.

your legs are resting on his shoulder, giving him more control as he keeps his mouth on your puffy clit. your back is arched from the overwhelming pleasure, but also because the counter he has you laying on was so cold due to the marble material.

he’s been eating at your pussy for hours, and your body is on the verge of passing out from the amount of orgasms he’s given you without stopping at all.

“fuck, ‘samu..” you sigh, legs quivering once he darts out his tongue to give small kitten licks onto your clit, “god that feels so good!” you sob as he inserts two thick fingers into your tight cunt, stretching you to the point where it slightly burns.

you’ve always loved his hands, didn’t you?

“you’re tightening around me,” osamu says, looking at you through his lashes as he kept his mouth occupied on your clit while his fingers were digging up into the spongy spot inside your cunt, “y’gonna cum?”

you bite your lip and desperately nod, grabbing onto the soft locks of his hair and gripping them tightly as your back arched, legs shaking as you rode his face into bliss.

it doesn’t take long for you to snap, and you do so with a cry of his name and your legs locking around his neck, juices gushing and squirting onto his face, and osamu does nothing but moan and keep playing with your clit to ride out your orgasm.

“n-no more, ‘samu, please!” you beg as he keeps playing with your little clit, but he does nothing to end your quivering body. you grip the edge of the counter as tightly as you could as you feel another wave of pleasure start to rush through you, a wanton cry leaving your pretty lips.

— SUNA RINTAROU.

this lazy piece of shit actually knows what he’s doing to you and he takes advantage of it.

he never usually does the work, but his cock makes up for it.

so you always end up getting overstimulated anyways.

and he loooovvvesssss it.

“keep ridin’,” suna’s voice is husky as he has his palms gripping your ass, helping you grind against his cock. this has been going on for a while now, and you’re not sure if you can take any more.

your pussy was constantly tightening around him from the never ending orgasms he’s sent you to, and if it wasn’t for his support on your body, you would have given up by now.

“r-rinnie..” you sniffle, throwing your head back as you kept your arms lazily wrapped around his neck. suna is staring at you with hooded eyes, and if you weren’t so lost in unbelievable pleasure, you’d be cumming just from the sight of his look alone.

“hm?” he acknowledges, leaning forward to wrap his lips around your perky nipples. you sigh in pleasure, “too much?” he asks and you nod, whimpering. he just smiles and thrusts up, nearly knocking your body out from his hold.

“fuck!” you cry out, and suna smirks. he grips onto your ass tighter and lets his lips leave your nipples before throwing you down to lay on your back. he lifts your legs up to your chest, roughly thrusting into your sopping pussy, “r-rin! please, feels so good! i..” you trail off, only to choke in your own spit as the tip of his cock is abusing the entrance of your cervix.

“feelin’ good, aren’t ya?” he smiles, wrapping his hand around your throat, pressing onto the sides tightly. you hold onto his wrist, staring up at him as he continues to abuse your poor little pussy.

“c-cumm—i’m cumming!” you sob, shaking underneath him once you’ve reached your end. suna cums with you, but he doesn’t stop there, “rin, please! w-why?!” you try asking, but he keeps pistoning his cock in and out of you thag you can’t breathe.

he’s not done, and he won’t be until you’re squirting all over him, making a mess on yourself, him, and the bedsheets below you.

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