#and i will forever be his lil cock sleeve

[zujime]

arthur morgan got my toes curling, backflipping, and doing the worm he so fine🤭🥰

like i just wanna magically get rid of his tuberculosis then proceed to wring his arby’s meat mountain dry🤭 like, forget your old girl cause i’m your one and only now cowboy😉😘

why lasso me with a rope with your can lasso me with something else, mr. morgan?🥴

[apparentlytheproblem]

Theodore nott x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and soft smut she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty (maybe the actors spin-off book abt nesta and cassian-) and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-)

a l l u r i n g

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: hullo, I have my midterm math exam on Monday so its all rushed and i barely have time to post but this has me screaming and crying all at once. i could not find any hardcore smut from a court of silver flames , I couldn't find any hardcore smut from court of silver flames, I'm so sorry abt that. the scene you're reading out loud is written by none other than @lustingbones, featuring Dick Grayson. I've written her fanfic in cursive so as to not get confused. she has single handedly created an obsession for nightwing in me. here's the link to the inspiration :) requests are forever open, luv, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- mf this is an advanced apology, i've never written smut. i've never even held someone's hand romantically, hell, i can't even keep eye contact, soft smut, fluffy, vulgar language, they both are minors, no protection is mentioned, it might make you uncomfortable, the reading of smut, the writing of smut

The sleeves of your black satin shirt had already fallen down your arms, the shirt itself was only being held up by two thin chains over your shoulder. it was basically as good as transparent, there wasn't a thing you couldn't see through it.

Theodore had leaned himself on his bedpost, his shirt was long gone. You were reading to him, your legs were on either side of his hips, your ass was cupped by his hand as he found utter joy in this situation. Your breasts were Infront of his face as he struggled not to get hard under you so quickly. Theo was never this grateful for being taller than you, he could just look down at you and get a perfect view. he wanted nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze it or just rip the shirt off at this point.

"He moaned softly at the squelch of your cunt swallowing him, a creamy white ring surrounding the base of his cock every moment he pulled out."

your flingers grazed the hoops of his trousers, hooking them absentmindedly. sometimes they paused and was placed next to his hips.

“D-Dick, p-please baby-” a hitch in your voice. you could feel your pussy, but more than that, you could feel a lump in his pants.

"its so attractive when you say baby like that, but when i fuck you, its gonna be theo" he mumbled by leaning closer to your ear.

all you could do is nod as he signaled for you to continue.

“Gotta breed you baby.. Show all these fuckers that you’re mine and get you pregnant. You’d like that huh? All full with my baby, my cum deep inside this needy lil’ pussy, hm? You want that princess?” You felt him smirk against your skin as he never faltered, his cock reaching so deep inside you–fuck this man would be the end of you."

Theo's eyes were fixated on you. the way your voice was wavering, the way you squeezed your thighs, how a blush crept to your face. he loved how you got so shy with the pregnancy kink. it made him wonder if she had one herself.

"you're into that? why read about it when i can give you the full experience in 6D?"

you tried to waver him off, this was the last thing you needed in this situation

" "All I do is treat you so fuckin’ well, don’t I?” Dick mumbled as his fingers started to toy with your clit, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub in circles as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt. “F-fuck..” he whined as he pulled away for a moment to look down at where the two of you were connected, his cum from earlier rounds already starting to pool onto the bedsheets and trailing down your thighs. “S’good to me, ya know that? Such a good girl..” Fuck it was starting to become too much for him, but it felt so fucking good.."

you could feel your own pussy throbbing. If you were being honest to yourself, you were thinking about you and Theodore. your head keeps going to the idea of him saying this to you, doing this to you and feeling him so hard just got you more turned on.

“G-Gonna come, Dee–fuck!” you whimpered as you fell back into the sheets with your face squished against the pillows, gripping the blanket into your hands tightly."

your palm grazed his veiny arms, has he been working out? they've gotten so big..

“F-fuckin’ come baby, come all over this cock..” He coos through clenched teeth, his nails lightly digging into your plush skin as his thrusts sped up."

from palms to fingernails, they slowly trail up his forearm and roamed around his chest.

"Whiney breaths leave your throat as your climax starts building, before the coil in your tummy finally snaps, your juices gushing around him as he let out a whine and threw his head back."

you find yourself adjusting to place your pussy right above his cock. you could see his face trying to not to show any signs of satisfaction. that was all you needed.

“C-Come inside me, Dick–please!” you squeal with your face squished into the pillow to muffle your needy whines as his cock twitched inside you." 

all he could concentrate about is trying not to break character. his eyes fixated on the elegant curve of your back beneath the clear fabric. her rough voice ran through his head in circles. he lifted an arm from his side, letting it play with the bottom buttons, almost only leaving one left. The only thing covering you up.

“I know baby, I know–fuckk!” he groaned as you felt him release inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls a creamy white, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling inside you, pants and heavy breathing leaving both of your lips as you sat in silence."

you ran your arms down his abs, he loved your not so secret fixation you had for them. but you loved it more.

"You whine as you try to crawl away from his needy hands before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to flip you onto your back, a few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you with a grin painting his plush lips. Gosh it’s like he was trying to kill you."

“Said ya’ wanted to help me..” he cooed as he leant down with his lips ghosting over yours. "

“So, help me..”

Theodore was done. He gently picked the book from your hand and placed it on his nightstand. both his hands went under your thighs as to place you on the bed so he could tower over you, his chain dangling Infront of your eyes.

"hi handsome" you said peering up to him. you pulled his arm to examine it. his veins looked so hot, just absolutley lovley to have around you.

"hey beautiful"

you take his hand, a quiet smile made way too your face as you rest it on your breasts

Theodore felt your hands as it unzipped his trousers leaving him in boxers. your hand slid up and down his dick in slow strokes, just to drive him mad.

he takes her into my arms still kneeling, hitching your leg around his torso before pulling you as close as possible. The kisses you shared were soft, unbothered needy but never rushed.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

wicked, m | jjk, myg

full title: wicked (good boy gone bad) drabble series; inspired by TXT’s album minisode 2: thursday’s child

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x (plus a lil) yoongi

summary: He used to be a good boy, but now he knew what that really meant – being an obedient, dumb, naïve dog to a liar. Thanks to a combination of sex, chains, and rock-n-roll, that wasn't who he was anymore. Jeon Jungkook has gone bad. Just watch him.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language - if you dislike overabundant swearing, maybe skip this one; D/s threesome smut (fem reader, black leather collars and chain leashes, bondage, hair pulling, cowgirl, choking [note: Yoongi chokes JK and yoonkook choke each other], so much saliva /spitting kink, scratching, m-receiving oral, handjob, doggy); non-idol!AU - sub!Jungkook x goth, dom!reader x sub!Yoongi; Jungkook's POV to Yoongi’s POV

When I heard TXT's 'Good Boy Gone Bad', it immediately reminded me of collared!JK, who suffered a bad breakup, went to a party to snort cocaine, but instead he got fucked by a chick with a single white contact and daddy issues... oop. Yoongi's involved (of course). And they have choked each other before.

--

anger. the second stage of grief

-

A hand gripped his chin and shoved it up. Long callused fingers dug into his cheeks as his eyes rolled back, seeing only a blur of black and white. His chest felt like it was clawed open. His skin was covered with layer upon layer of red-hot lines, and those fingernails were digging in again, adding more, more fire, more marks, more pain.

It was too much.

It was just right.

This broken feeling is not too bad.

He tried to move his head and found the other hand grip the back of his skull, clutching a handful of his thick hair. Fingers twisting in between the strands, then curling in and grasping, pulling, ensnaring him with hurt.

“Stay still,” was growled above him, heavy and raspy. Familiar.

I like it.

He gasped and let his tongue hang, moaning as he felt wet muscle stroke his throat, hot lips pressing into his shaking Adam’s apple.

I want this.

“Do you miss the collar, my pet?” the voice in front of him purred, wicked and sweet. The owner of that voice was the cause of the marks he bore now. They were temporary, but the raw feeling was seared into his memory, a feeling for him to savor forever.

Watch me.

Jeon Jungkook opened his eyes, looking up to Min Yoongi, the one whose hands were gripping his head and locking it in place. Those narrowed dark-brown orbs glanced down at him. Cold and cat-like. Around older male’s pale neck was a thick, black leather collar that held a metal silver ring in the center, dangling above the Jungkook’s head. Jungkook’s eyes went to it, staring at the swaying silver catching the light of the bedroom.

Yoongi leaned down.

Let the cold metal touch Jungkook’s sweaty forehead, sending icy shock followed by surging jealousy through his burning veins. The collar ring lightly bounced against his brows in the steady rhythm that was the brutal force of hips smacking into his crotch, slick walls constricting around his rock-hard cock while his arms were bound, his clenched fists pressing to the small of his own back.

Jungkook tried to speak but he couldn’t.

His words were being snuffed out by his own moans.

Yoongi clicked his tongue and lifted his head. He seemed disappointed. Annoyed. The long-sleeved white shirt his hyung was wearing was ripped down the center, the edges jagged and torn, revealing his collarbones and part of the pale chest underneath.

“What good is givin’ you a chance to talk if you don’t take it?” Yoongi scoffed, his Daegu satoori adding a rough depth to his dangerous tone.

The hand on Jungkook’s chin slid down.

Break me more.

Those rough fingertips pressed down on the sides of his neck the same time Yoongi yanked Jungkook’s head up by his hair, forcing him to look forward as his blood began to thin out.

Just break me.

Yoongi choked him as Jungkook stared into the eyes of his favorite kind of pain, the eyes of the woman in black, the eyes that glittered with devious intent, the eyes that didn’t match. One real iris, one fake white iris. A contact lens. She cocked her head. Her clothes were still mostly on while she rolled her hips, thrusting his stiff length inside her tight heat. Nimble pink tongue flickering out, dancing against the side of her lips. Her hands splayed out over his inflamed chest, her pointed black fingernails digging into his pecs.

Fucking him on the black leather bench at the base of her bed like he was a piece of meat, not bothering to give him the grace of expensive sheets and soft mattress under his rigid, straining thighs.

She was grinning.

A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy.

She slashed down his sides, tearing airless gasp leaking out of his throat that morphed into an obscene moan as her hands hit the bench, the forward position allowing her to put more force in her fucking. Her torn-up band tee hanging down, breasts still covered in a black satin bra underneath, not even giving him a view for his unfocused eyes to lock on, the chain on her skirt jangling, smacking him and her, her juicy thighs squeezing his hard ones.

“Choke him harder, Yoongi,” she hissed, licking her teeth, open-mouthed smirk right in his face.

The pale hand around his neck took more blood away.

He craved the taste of pain and he knew it.

I like this altered face of mine.

Lightheaded and suspended in air, pleasure and pain flaring up his stomach, into his burning lungs, snaking around what was left of his heart that was full of scars from someone else, from another time where Jungkook believed in love, but love only gave him stress and pain, so now he gouged it out with blackout lust.

I like this me.

Higher and higher, less and less air, seconds like hours, ropes cutting into his skin, her slick, sweet-smelling cum dripping down between his tense legs, staring into Yoongi’s dark eyes that only grew darker in the shadows, his hyung bringing his face close to Jungkook’s panting-open mouth, that low whisper a command not to be defied.

“Cum.”

I like being bad.

Yoongi dug his fingers into Jungkook’s hair and pulled back hard.

It all crashed down, choked wail tearing out of him, his back arching to the extreme, stinging hurt from his head shooting down to meet pain crisscrossed over his chest, down to meet searing throbs of ecstasy and tense, straining legs, his hips jerking up strongly and pumping his orgasm out in short fierce jolts, spilling into the condom and deep inside the woman in black.

Airless, bloodless, suspended in pleasure.

For a singular, isolated millisecond, Jeon Jungkook was in heaven.

Kill me, just kill me.

Yoongi released him.

Air punched into his lungs and Jungkook’s head snapped back, pathetic whine mixing with coughing, held up by Yoongi’s hand behind his head, the other now between his shoulder blades, the powerful pulsing of her pussy forcing blinding bliss to interrupt his pain, helplessly falling apart to her grinding hips, her satisfied sigh drifting over him, hot breath against his burning, clawed-up skin. Yoongi pushed Jungkook’s lolling head up since unable to do it himself, panting, struggling to breathe, his limbs like lead from the high of his orgasm, his vision focusing, finding what he was looking for.

Those eyes.

Right iris real, left iris fake white.

She leaned down and licked his heaving chest, leaking saliva all over his marked skin.

Jungkook moaned, leaning into it as Yoongi’s hand moved from his hair and onto his collarbone, sliding down, graceful fingers following the dripping spit, spreading the slippery saliva all over, tongue and touch tracing the red lines and circling his nipples, and Jungkook’s hips thrust up into her even though the condom needed to be replaced, but he didn’t care, he didn’t care anymore, he just didn’t care.

His hyung snickered at his reaction.

“So needy.”

That’s right. I need this.

Up his trembling neck, and then she grabbed his chin and spat into his mouth, slick liquid sliding down his tongue and into his throat, and he greedily swallowed it all with a wanton moan. This was not the future his naïve past self had dreamed of back then. He couldn’t even remember what he wanted. Now? Now he was tattooed, pierced, chained. Tied up, scratched up, all kinds of fucked-up and Jungkook never wanted it to stop, never wanted to be let go, never wanted it to end, his kind of forever now was this kind of never.

He killed him.

The old, good Jungkook killed, replaced by this new, bad him.

-

“You really have changed, Jeon Jungkook.”

He almost didn’t recognize that voice. That voice used to mean everything to him. Everything. Nervousness and tenderness, heart on his sleeve, precious smiles and laughs, then creeping doubts, uncertain nights, staring at himself, picking at his face, swallowing his heart and wagging his tail for something that was all shattering slowly before him, all make-believe, all in the name of love.

But love was a lie.

Jungkook turned his head slowly, his black hair shrouding part of his vision in this dim nightclub, staring down at the one he used to call love, darling, one and only.

How stupid he was.

I loved that lie.

He tilted his head.

“Who are you?” he said to his ex-girlfriend, hollow and dead.

But not anymore.

She scowled, clad in a tight rose-colored chiffon minidress and dainty nude stilettos, jerking her head up and down at his appearance. Turning up her nose at him. Disapproval all over her delicate, pretty features, tossing her long, curled hair over her shoulder as she took in his distressed black and white wide-striped sweater with zippers at the shoulders, tight black leather pants, and thick-soled, silver-studded boots.

His neck clinked, heavy and weighted by a black leather collar and silver chain leash.

“You look like a dirty, mangy dog,” she spat.

Those words used to hurt him. She would say that when his shirt was untucked or if his jeans were ripped. Little things that did not match up with the heavy disdain in her voice, sending him into a wave of rocketing panic as he immediately tried to correct himself, trying to be the person she wanted instead of himself.

Was I ever myself?

Now, Jungkook found that those words barely stung.

He didn’t have a heart to feel them anymore.

He stuck his hands in his pockets, the chain leash dangling in front of him, leather handle hitting his thigh.

“And you look like the fuckin’ whore you always were,” Jungkook replied, slow and bored.

The old him wouldn’t have said something so cruel. The old him would have cared about her feelings, even though she hurt him countless times, knowing how fragile he was and dropping him over and over, leaving him to pick up the pieces, blaming himself every single time, believing it was him that lacked the understanding, believing that she must be right because she loved him, believing in the lie that was I love you, but there was a lie in believe, and Jungkook knew that now.

Her face contorted, painting dishonest injury over her scorning expression.

“How could you say something like that, Jungkook?” she pleaded, wretched with crocodile tears. “I came all the way to the city to find you and tell you I still love you.”

He had believed it every single time, back then, but that was the past.

“Come home.”

Her pretty hand outstretched, pampered and polished.

“I love you. We can make it right.”

Honeyed words that reeked of sewage.

He raised an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes.

I’m free now.

“Find another dirty, mangy dog to wag their tail at you,” Jungkook growled, the expansion of his neck from his deepening voice hitting the sides of the collar, causing the attached chain to clink and sway by his hips. “You’re uglier than I remember.”

The façade dissipated and she stared at him, enthralled, glassy eyes glittering with grotesque lust.

“I would have kept you if I knew you were going to get hot and sexy,” she breathed. She chuckled, a hideous smirk eating at her face, looking him up and down, unabashed, an object in her eyes. “Who paid for your body tonight? I’ll double it.”

She winked.

“For old time’s sake and charity.”

He let himself feel the anger. Relish in it. Become it. Harness it.

“Even if I was a prostitute,” he snarled, raising his chin. “No amount of money could convince me to touch your parasitic, STI-infested, flat ass.”

He could see the anger was rising now, but she was pushing it down, plastering a fake, sick smile to her face as her shoulders tensed, taking a step towards him, pulling herself to her full height, forcing out pitched laughing to mask her rage at his dismissal. Hilariously, it seemed to be the last adjective that pissed her off the most.

“Come on now, Jungkook,” she cooed, disgusting, prancing her fingers in the air. “Of course, we’re just joking.”

“I’m not joking,” he retorted. “I mean every word.”

Her expression cracked, fury leaking through.

“Tch, I don’t even know why I bother talking to you,” she snapped, clenching her jaw. “You’re thick-skulled and useless. There was never anything good about you except using your dick, and even that I found better replacements. But since you’re so pathetic,” she chuckled darkly, eyeing the hanging leash by his hips. “I don’t need your permission to remind you I’m the best pussy you’ll ever have.”

Her hand shot out.

Jungkook yanked his hands out of his pockets, but he was too late.

Another hand shot between them, snatching the handle of the chain leash next to Jungkook’s crotch. It twisted and slapped the back of his ex’s hand with the leather strap, so hard that the sound cracked through the loud music and drunken conversation.

“Ow!”

The screech of pain was so loud that the club fell silent.

“Get your dirty, mangy hands off my precious pet.”

A gruff growl, the sharpened tone of a predator.

The woman in black.

Leather jacket, too many zippers. Underneath, a bra with a mesh shirt over it. Shockingly short skirt adorned with hanging silver chains. Shredded tights and knee-high boots with a tall platform and high heel, causing her to tower over the other woman. Usually, she had a smirk or a grin. Demonic, but pleasing in its own way.

Not now.

His ex-girlfriend clutched her hand, gawking at the ice-cold gaze of one real iris, one white contact.

“You– You bitch!”

All of a sudden, Jungkook felt his contained irritation morph and burst into white-hot wrath. He did not care much about himself, but to say something so careless… he didn’t care if she was a girl. He didn’t care if he used to say I love you to her. He didn’t care that being the bigger person meant that he should back up and walk away.

Jungkook wanted to ram his knee into his ex-girlfriend’s face until she was completely unrecognizable.

Before he could do so, the woman in black sucked in her cheek with a loud popping sound, head cocked as she scrutinized the other woman. “Yeah, so? I’m a bitch. Congratulations, you got eyes,” she sneered, her voice getting deeper, slipping into her satoori.

His ex-girlfriend snapped her head at him, glaring, but Jungkook could see it in her wide eyes.

Fear.

He felt the anger bleed down, feeling a strange sort of satisfaction at seeing that fear.

“Yah, Jeon Jungkook! What’s this? You need a girl to protect you now because you’re so weak and pathetic? You’re even more pitiful than I thou–”

Another crack blasted through the stilled air of the nightclub.

His ex-girlfriend screamed, cowering back.

The woman in black rolled her eyes. “Wow, what a damn baby. All I did was hit my own hand and you’re the one cryin’ over nothin’,” she mocked, lightly tapping the leather handle in her palm. “Look here, you’re noisy and frankly quite hideous even though your parents worked so hard to make you pretty on the outside,” she grunted, shaking her head. “Guess if you’re full of shit, it comes outta your ass and mouth, huh?”

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t be amused at the dumbstruck look on his ex’s face, but he was already smirking.

“Get out. Your spoiled ass doesn’t belong here,” the woman in black hissed.

Strangely, his ex-girlfriend seemed to compose herself, gritting her teeth and backing up. Straightened her skirt and put on her crocodile sniffles, glaring accusingly, pointing to her now reddened hand. “I’ll have you arrested for assault, you slut!”

With a barking laugh, the woman in black doubled over. “Hahahaha, yeah?” Hands on her chest, pushing the mesh shirt into her cleavage. “But if I’m such a slut, I’ve probably slurped every policeman’s dick in this city. The handcuffs are just a kinky touch now,” she snickered, ticking her head like a curious weasel, vicious grin widening. “Come on, if you have a plan, you have to do better than that.”

But there was something wrong, because the woman in the rose-pink dress was not backing down, deadly glee overtaking her expression.

“Watch–” Jungkook started, but the leash was suddenly dropped.

“You thought I came alone, didn’t you?” his ex-girlfriend sniggered. She waved her hand and several men slipped out of the crowd to stand behind her. Chiseled jaws, one-size-too-small polo shirts, pressed khakis. “As if.”

Man, this girl is fuckin’ stupid.

Jungkook glanced at the woman in black.

She was not afraid.

“Ho.” A low chuckle, looking at each of those pampered faces. “You that good?”

He could see the slow, demonic grin forming on her lips now.

A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy.

Jungkook didn’t bother to move. There were five guys and his one pathetic ex-girlfriend that was moving behind them, all versus the woman in black who was removing her leather jacket, tossing it behind her. He caught it, carefully folding it in his hands.

One real iris, one white iris, all danger.

Raised her hand, beckoning them forward.

“Come at me,” she growled, low and treacherous. “Bring it on.”

His ex-girlfriend glared at him, grisly triumph twisting her facial features. “Last chance to save your monster girlfriend,” she jeered.

He shrugged, the chain leash swinging. Then he raised his chin, bouncing it once, ticking his head from side to side.

“Hm, maybe look around you first before you do something stupid.”

And now, now they finally looked around, finally realizing the club was dead silent, because every single face was turned towards the outsiders. Leather, vinyl, mesh, too much makeup and too many tattoos, pale faces edged in black, watching, even the bartender clutching a beer bottle and the band on tables, holding their instruments, squinting down at these idiots that thought it was a good idea to harass the Boss, not only the owner of the music studio the band rented, but also a constant financial supporter of the night club they were standing in.

The woman in black looked exasperated, rolling her eyes.

“You serious? Are you gonna let me beat up at least one of them?” She pointed at one of the primly dressed men, waving her finger around. “Come on, his nose already looks broken. If I break it again, insurance will cover it instead of him paying out-of-pocket!”

“Come on, Boss. Your dad is gonna be sad if you get hurt,” the bassist of the band chuckled, jumping down.

“Papa can go cry into his gambling money and nurse his sugar babies,” she growled irritably, taking a step forward. “Fuck ya’ll. Imma get at least one punch in for fun.”

Shing!

She jerked back, the gleam of a silver sword reflecting off her eyes.

“Can’t let you do that,” said a deep, raspy voice.

Her head turned, facing cold, cat-like eyes.

“Yoongi.”

Min Yoongi smirked, open-mouthed and pleased. Tongue between his teeth. Long black hair framing his cheekbones, pale skin glowing in the overhead lights. He purred her name back, tilting the traditional sword to reflect off her full lips.

“Lookin’ kissable tonight, Boss.”

The tips of her cheekbones flushed pink at his hyung’s comment.

There was a flurry of noise and the six outsides took that awkward moment to vacate, pushing through the crowd and out the door. Of course, they did. The whole club was grabbing every blunt weapon available and then some crazy guy shows up with a sword out of all things? Jungkook would have bounced the second they were distracted too.

“I always wanted to do that,” Yoongi chuckled, sheathing the sword.

“What are you?” she cackled, shoving him in the chest playfully, making everyone laugh. “Some kinda historical drama protagonist? You nicked the damn sword behind the bar and started waving it around left and right! What if you lopped off someone’s head?”

Yoongi scoffed, placing the black traditional sword gently onto the bar top where the bartender sighed in relief, shaking his head at them. “Come on. I told you I did some sword dancing at university. I know how to handle a sword. It’s not even sharp.”

She slapped her hand down on Yoongi’s shoulder, turning him around.

“Come here.”

Angling her head, pushing Yoongi against the bar, lips to lips in a fiery kiss, raspy chuckle between them, her body fitting against his, practically bending his back over the bar.

“Aw, Boss, not on the bar! Get outta here with that shit!”

The bartender was shooing them away and she detached from Yoongi’s face, grinning, a little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy, grabbing Yoongi by the collar of his shirt and slipping her hand in the leather strap that Jungkook held out, tightly grasping it, dragging them both along, insane laughter tumbling from her lips.

He thought it would bother him, seeing the one he used to call love.

Strangely, it didn’t.

Probably because he killed that good boy wagging his tail, ditching those hopes that his love could change unfaithful hearts, because the only thing worse than a dumb bitch was the one that believed in her lies.

Jungkook felt the leather collar snap into the sides of his neck and felt himself smile, following the call of the chain.

-

It felt so good.

It felt so good being bad.

“Tighter.”

Min Yoongi stared into those large, dark brown orbs, glassy and fucked out. Tattooed arm extended, hand turning at his command, winding the silver chain around the leather strap and pulling hard, the sides of the thick black leather collar pressing into Yoongi’s neck.

He mirrored Jeon Jungkook’s movement.

Yoongi watched the younger man’s face shadow with pleasure, the slurping sound under them getting louder, messier. He let his hips roll forward, fuck, the tight wet heat all around him, looking down to watch Jungkook’s cock getting swallowed with some effort. Her hand around the base, rubbing the balls with her slippery palm. Yoongi thrust harder, slightly bent forward from Jungkook’s strong grip, feeling the tendrils of lightheadedness creep up his head, his cock getting even harder, twitching inside her at the anticipation.

Guess there as a reason for the length of these chain leashes after all.

Yoongi lifted his head again, licking his lips, watching Jungkook.

It was such a beautiful, exquisite descent into madness.

He snapped his hand up and Jungkook’s head tipped back, leather collar squeezing the sides of the younger male’s neck, his sweaty black hair flying, wanton moan dripping from his shapely lips, the tiny mole exposed under a trembling mouth. The silver lip ring glinted in the bedroom lights, wayward pink tongue caressing it.

He knows how to look pretty.

Yoongi smirked as Jungkook noticed him watching.

The eye contact was held for way too long but they were also choking each other and fucking the same woman between them, so it was hard to tell how much was too much.

There was a loud slurp and lips smacking against sensitive skin, visible shiver overtaking Jungkook’s broad frame, gasping as she lifted herself, string of spit snapping, halfway crawling up the younger man’s chest, laughing hoarsely.

“You’re gonna make me choke on his dick, Yoongi.”

“Good,” he hissed out, snapping his hips into her soft ass and making it bounce.

He could hear the rapid sound of hand on wet cock, could see it all over Jungkook’s face, overcome by pleasure and pressurized by speed, his head falling back, choking himself more, shoulders and chest flexed from tenseness, struggling to hold his torso up, and it must have been difficult, the pace of that tight and unforgiving hand matching the tight and unforgiving walls that wrapped around him, squeezing his stiff, throbbing length, harder, trying to make her lose grip, but she planted her hand onto that muscular chest and pushed back against Yoongi, forcing him deeper inside.

Fuck.

Jungkook pulled harder.

Fuck!

The younger man’s lips curved into a roguish smirk.

What happened to the good boy?

Yoongi clenched his teeth and yanked hard.

He must have gone bad.

“Cum for me, Jungkook,” Yoongi heard himself whisper, smokey and thin in his ears, using the last of his breath. Those brown eyes widened, surprised to hear it from him and not, well, the one furiously jacking his dick.

Closer.

Yoongi grinned, maybe a little psychotic.

Closer.

There.

“Fuck!”

And he had no idea who said it, him, Jungkook, her, maybe all three, but then it was a mess, white dripping down the back of her hand and splattering onto Jungkook’s lower belly, her pitching forward and clutching the younger man’s shoulder, wildly moaning into his flexed, hard chest, then the sudden clenching pulse around his twitching cock, and he was gone too, strong jolts filling up the condom, bent over her back, the sudden rush of oxygen knocking the wind out of him, his arm going slack, his hand letting go of leather and metal.

He heard Jungkook gasp, his arms giving out and falling onto the bed with a hard fwump!

Her hand on Jungkook’s shoulder immediately slid down onto the bed, her elbow locking, and she held herself up, anchoring Yoongi in place. His chain leash draped over her shoulder, hanging in the air, already released in Jungkook’s euphoria. She laughed huskily, just a touch of deviousness, slowly rubbing her cum-covered hand all over Jungkook’s spent cock.

Whines and whimpers echoed in the room, the younger man squirming under them, but there were no weak pleas, no refusal, no desire to stop, only those glassy brown orbs opening, begging to be broken, more, just break me.

She leaned down, hot breath against Jungkook’s shaking lips.

“Good boy.”

Snickered, sweetly sinister.

“Just kidding.”

Her agile tongue slid out and licked Jungkook’s cheek, making him break out into a mischievous grin.

“You’re not a good boy anymore, thanks to me.”

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01 opening sequence — myg 03 trust fund baby — ksj 04 lonely boy (the tattoo on my ring finger) — kth, ft pjm 05 thursday’s child has far to go — knj, ft jhs 02 good boy gone bad — jjk, ft myg (collar!AU)

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Scars, chapter 3

A/N: ON WITH THE ADVENTURE OF READER AND ASSHOLE BODYGUARD!BUCKY. Ah, I mean, he’s not really an asshole, just very professional. Well, a lil’ asshole in this chapter. It’s for good reason!

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Chapter 3: Cat and Mouse

4 fucking days. Four. Stuck in this godforsaken apartment with only Bucky Fucktwat Barnes as your company and you were losing your goddamn mind.

He was insufferable.

Completely. A dick. An ass. No, not an ass, he was like those pesky hairs on your ass that you couldn’t shave off. Because he stuck to you like flypaper and you were just about to kill him, super soldier or not.

“Could you fucking move?” You asked angrily, kicking your legs a little against his - he had sat down on the couch next to you and apparently, he had a hidden superpower of expansion, because he took up literally the entire couch.

“Language.” he simply said, staring at the sitty tv show running over the screen.

The days had been endless and full of bickering. Bucky was unwavering in his “I gotta protection, come what may”-attitude, and it was like murdering you slowly with a dull spoon - you didn’t have any time to yourself expect for showers, bathroom breaks and nights. Not that you really got to relax and sleep at night, because goddamn nightmares had filled your brain since stepping inside of the safehouse, making you wake up sweating and screaming. If he heard, he didn’t tell you.

“Listen, we’re supposed to be somewhat cordial, but you’re making that fucking impossible.”

“Likewise.”

“Y’know, you can attract bees with honey. In your case it’s flies and faeces.”

“Good one.” You groaned at his refusal to react even a little bit.

“I know, asshole. Could you try to have a conversation with me?” He glared at you, eyes narrowed and his lips in a tight line. “I don’t think so, doll.” He sounded so fucking condesending, you thought the anger in you would make you break out in spontanous combustion.

“I’m not your fucking doll, stop calling me that!” He fiddled with the sleeve of his leather jacket, which apparently had been glued to his body, because never took it off.

“That’s cute, where’d you get it? Forever 21?” He rolled his eyes.

“I pity your significant other. They must have their hands full.” He retorted. “Screw you, you absolute dingleberry.” You glared at him, getting out of the couch, absolutely seething with rage.

“I’m so fucking sick of your shitty attitude! You’re supposed to be helping be, not make me want to jump out of the fucking window!” He cocked his eyebrow at you.

“You wouldn’t be able to break the glass. It can withstand grenades.” “Okay, what do you have going for you? You’re not pretty enough to be this stupid.” You spat. He leaned back again, settling into the couch.

“I have the couch.” You groaned. “You’re a dick.”

“I have one, yes.” You seethed at him.

“I’m supposed to feel safe around you, you goddamn truffle, which I’m not feeling at all, and you’re just sitting there, acting like you’re better than the entire world, when, Bucky, your IQ is in single numbers, and your nasty behaviour is probably the reason for your receding hairline.” He blanched a little at this, a slight crack in the leathered armour.

“My hairline isn’t receding.”

“Pft. You’re a fucking dick and I don’t like you. Couldn’t I have gotten Sam or Steve or even fucking Banner to protect me? I’d even take the fucking bugman at this point.”

“You got the best, because I’m the fucking best.”

“In your mind, maybe.”

“In everyone’s mind.”

“Piss off.”

“Y’know, I’ve been known to make stupid choices, but this is probably the stupidest.” He said with a completely straight face.

“You need therapy.”

“Workin’ on it, doll.”

“Fuck you, I’ll be doing some work unlike someone in this apartment.” You could practically hear him rolling his eyes. You set your computer up, connecting to Zoom and waited for your editor to show up. This was a shit situation. Like, down shit creek without a paddle. Or a life vest.

“Y/N?” Your editor, Patricia, was on the screen with a smile. “Hi, how’ve you been?” You shrugged.

“Not dead, so there’s that.” She nodded solemnly and went straight for business. She was a great editor, but not at small talk.

“Listen, I know I benched you after that horror story…” You groaned. “Can we not? It’s not my fault that the asshole decided to sue the paper.” She glared at you. “After that horror story, but I think we need your quick fingers and brain back in the saddle.” You leaned back and crossed your arms.

“How so? Doing what story?”

“Well, yours.” You chuckled mirthlessly.

“Funny, really funny, Trish.” She didn’t say anything. “Uh, no? There isn’t a case or a story at all! I’m stuck in a padded cell without the padding after seeing something I shouldn’t. No story.” Patricia sighed and leaned forwards, her face a little too close to the screen.

“Maybe not yet, Y/N. I’m just saying that this is a developing story, and you have a front seat to it. Intel, what’s happening, who’s doing what… If it goes to court, I’ll let you have first pick.” You rumbled. It was a good opportunity to come back, but you’d hate to put yourself out there. “Listen, the story is already out. Someone told someone who told someone, and it hit print last night that a civilian found some Hydra stuff and the Avengers are on it, and that the civilian is currently hiding somewhere in New York.” You rolled your eyes. “What’s the point of going underground if it’s being blasted over the Times?” You asked annoyed. “I… I can’t say yes or no just yet. I hate to say it, but I gotta talk to the team first, I don’t even know if they know that this has been published.” Patricia nodded.

“Fine. Give me an answer in a week. Now to something way more fun.” She smiled at you.

“Until you’re out of the safehouse, I know you’re technically on physical leave, but we do have the fundraiser coming up.” You groaned. “Noooooo, Trish, come on! I’m hiding for my life here, and you think I’ll waltz in there?” “I’m not saying you should, I’m saying you can. You can even bring that bodyguard of yours.” She winked at you before her face fell. “Listen, we’re hanging on by a thread here. We need some backing and we need it soon, especially after the lawsuit.” Guilt gnawed at you.

It had technically been your fault that the paper got sued. Alexander Pierce apparently didn’t like it when strong words were aimed at him. Without a go-ahead from him. Also, maybe he didn’t like that you exposed a bunch of his connections with some very, very bad people. At any rate, he hated the paper and he most definitely hated you.

“I know, I know…” You mumbled. Patricia gave you a rueful smile. “I get it, Y/N. I’m not saying come or you’re fired, because your safety is a top priority, but at this rate, you might not have a job to come back to.”

“I’ll ask the team, okay?” She nodded. “And you’re working on the articles I sent over?” You nodded. “Yup. Deadline hits on the 27th, so I’ve got time.” She smiled.

“Alright, the meeting adjourned. Let me know what your answer is, okay?” You nodded and waved before slamming your computer shut.

Godamnshitstickdickasswipe.

You stuck your head out of your room, shouting to Bucky that you were taking a nap and if he woke you, hell would rain down on him.

“Hell is below, how would it rain down on me?” You grunted. “And here I thought you had a degree.” He said with a laugh as you closed the door and threw yourself on the bed. He was an actual skidmark on your brain.

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You woke up not even an hour later, screaming your head off. The silent screams had been deafening in your nightmares, blood and bile dripping down your throat as you were tied down to the fucking table. It was too much. Maybe you hadn’t really processed what you’d seen down the hallway, because your brain sure as shit did not want to let you forget it.

You debated trying to go back to sleep, but your brain had different ideas, and so did your bladder.

You trotted out of your room on bare feet, the sound of your soles against the hardwood floor was the only sound filling the entire apartment. Bucky, thankfully, was nowhere to be found, which probably meant he was hanging upside down like a bat in his broody man cave.

You flung the door open to the bathroom and was met with a very naked Bucky, dripping wet, clearly straight out of the shower.

“What the fuck?!” He groaned and threw a small hand towel over his… Area. It did not help anything.

“Oh my god, dude, have you heard of a lock?” You screeched, clasping a hand over your eyes. You felt your ears burn.

“I need to be able to get out quickly!” You rolled your eyes behind your eyes. “oooOoOooh, such a big strong man.” He huffed.

“Can I get a minute to pee?” You asked, still a hand clasped over your face, now pointing to the ceiling.

“No.”

“Dude!”

“I was here first.”

“Oh my god, what are you, a fucking toddler?”

“I’m naked.”

“I have to pee.”

“Hold it in, princess.”

“Talking to you is like stepping on a leaf in autumn and not hear a crunch. Disappointing.”

“Get out.”

“Let me pee.”

“Fuck off. I’m a trained assassin and I can and will make your death look like an accident.”

“I have notes in my pocket saying Bucky did it.”

“Get out.” He growled the last part and you finally gave in.

“Fine. Hurry the fuck up, asshole.”

“No.”

You left the bathroom, slamming the door behind you and finally opening your eyes. He was seriously dancing close to the pearly gates at this point, trained assassin or not.

He was insufferable. You started the coffee machine with a huff of annoyance and stood to watch the coffee drip slowly down into a cup. You hated it here. The coffee was slow, the company was like getting a Brazilian wax, where the wax got stuck, and you might just die here, right on the floor, because clearly, you were stuck in purgatory.

Your coffee finished and you slurped the black, caffeine fueled goodness. Coffee was a gift from above.

“Bathroom’s free.” He sounded annoyed. You turned to him with a tight smile.

“Thanks.” You hurried up, rushing inside and almost slipped in the massive puddle of water, the dickbag left on the floor.

“Are you trying to get me killed?? At least throw down a towel, you uncultured swine!” He just laughed in response.

After you finished your business, you went straight to your coffee cup - but the table, where you left it, was empty. You were sure you’d left it there. Scanning the room, you saw Bucky silently sipping the coffee at the dining table.

“You are a grade A bitch.” He raised his eyebrow at you and deliberately took a giant slurp.

“Whoops.”

“You know, your skin is glowing, but I’m pretty sure that’s radiation from your toxic ass personality.”

“Uff, that hurt.” He said with a grin. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Anyway, as much as that stung, I’m gonna need you to leave the room. There’s a debrief in a few minutes.”

“That’s the most words you’ve spoken to me so far. And you’re telling me to leave.”

“Yes.”

“Nope.” You sat down, waiting patiently. “No?” You nodded. “I’ve got shit to tell, too.” He rolled his eyes but let it rest - a very different reaction than you’d been used to.

“Whatever.”

“Are you going soft on me, Sarge?” His shoulders tensed. “Don’t call me that.” You were about to retort with something really fucking clever, but a ping sounded and a hologram of the team popped up. Steve looked worried, Natasha bored and Tony looked like he was ready to kill.

“Hi, peeps.” You said slowly. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You didn’t think to tell us that you’ve written a fucking piece on Alexander Pierce, exposing him for being a powerhungry, abusive nazi asshole??!” Tony was seething. Whoops.

“Uh, no, I didn’t think it mattered much.” Bucky groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Didn’t think…” Tony looked absolutely aghast. “HOW did you think that it didn’t matter?!” You shrugged.

“Because it’s over and done?” Tony looked like he was about to explode, his face red and puffy. “Y/N, you’re…” He didn’t even finish his sentence. “She’s fucking impossible.” He said to someone, probably Steve DoGood Rogers, who had the sense to stay out of frame.

“Wow, chill out or you’ll blow a fuse.” You grinned at the hologram.

“Y/N, do you have any idea how much Pierce has to do with Hydra?”

“Yeah, I kinda reported on it, you dumbass.” Bucky snickered. “Did you, by chance, see the name on some of the files you handed over?”

“No. I was busy looking at the dead people, Tony.” He rolled his eyes. “Y/N, Pierce has a finger in this. You’ve just gotten to the top of his shit-list, because you’ve once again gotten in the way of him.” You felt the colour drain from your face.

“So I guess it’s out of the question to attend my paper’s fundraiser?”

A collective groan filled the room.

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Armin Arlert x reader

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Content Warnings: sort of public sex?, Cunnilingus, vanilla sex, masturbation, a lil bit of fluff too

Summary: A date with Armin at his family owned theater, Armin makes you feel like the luckiest girl alive. *cough*y'all bang too*cough*

word count:3.4k

Also, fanart is by atosaido on insta.

Gazing at the sunset at the horizon spreading its rich hues of red blended with orange, purple and cimsons into the grateful sky when you heard your phone chime. The name on the notification itself was enough to pull the corners of your mouth into a smile. Gently you placed the book that you were reading on the table to grab your phone and unlocked it to see the message. It was from your boyfriend, Armin. Your heart swelled reading the contents. Armin requested you to get ready for a date that he was coming to fetch you in like an hour, however he didn't mention where he'd be taking you. Not giving yourself a chance to try to assume the location, you looked at the time. It was currently six in the afternoon, plenty of time to dress up until seven.

Clothes thrown all over your room, scavenging the closet you were having trouble settling on an aesthetic for your outfit. Since Armin was the type of person to take you to places that could be either cosy or extravagant or both, you made up your mind to a dark academia getup. A brown checkered mini skirt complimented with a beige sweater seemed to be quite perfect for the date. Your hair straightener was heating up while you were doing a light make up. Ten minutes later you were ready. It was almost seven as you went outside to wait for Armin's car to pull up to your apartment.

A fresh chilly wind brushed against your face pickling your nostrils but it brought you out of your daydreams to your senses as you felt alive and connected to reality. You rubbed your nose for warmth with your sleeve when right at that moment a white BMW. You swore your heart leaped in your chest upon seeing him. Like a happy puppy running to its owner, that's how Armin saw you when you were running in your boots to him. Throwing your arms around his neck, you jumped for a hug. Armin being quite well-built was able to handle your weight as he lifted you up to spin you around.

"Ahaha y/n I'm so glad to see you," Armin's voice muffled against your hair.

"Me too Armin, me too," you replied pulling back to make eye contact with him.

You had no idea how Armin liked you saying his name, especially when you were screaming it.

"Let's get in the car shall we? It's getting a little chilly," Armin said opening your door to let you in. You gave him a light smile for his chivalry. Closing it after you sat, he went to take his place in the driver's seat.

"So, are you going to tell me where you're taking me?" you asked him.

"Hmmm, nope," Armin answered bopping your nose with his index finger, "I'm keeping as a surprise till we reach it, besides I think you'd probably guess it with the route we're taking."

"Well then, let's see if I guess it right. Let's go!" you excitedly shouted.

Analysing the passing buildings and blocks, a light bulb went off in your head.

"Wait, are we going to your family owned theater?" crossing your fingers you questioned.

"Heh, you've got a good memory," Armin smiled over to you one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh rubbing small circles.

Shrieking in happiness, you couldn't help it as that theater was nothing but a comfort place for you. Pressing the button to pull down the transparent glass, you let the cold wind hit your face making your hair fly, a smile stretching your mouth aware that this was going to be a good night well spent. Across the seat, Armin admired you for a while before pulling into the parking. How he wished he could keep looking at you forever. You were like drugs to him, no matter how much he consumed of your presence or just you in general, he's never satisfied.

Before you could get out, Armin came to your door to open it, extending his hand. Taking it, he pulled you closer to him, faces millimeters away. Smiling against his mouth but you didn't kiss him. Instead, you placed your finger between your lips, "Quite a gentleman, aren't you?"

"Only for you my love," Armin replied dragging you to the theater's entrance.

Hand in hand, you both ran to the magnificent creation that was the building. Nobody was in sight signaling you that you two were the only beings present in that place. The only sounds that could be heard were you and Armin's giggling and the rustling of the trees with the wind. The moon was shining so bright in the sky lit up by thousands of stars. It's brightness was the same as the one Armin brought in your life. He was your sole source of joy alongside the reason why you adored being alive so much.

"You really like the night sky, don't you?" Armin asked as he looked at you staring at the moon.

"A lot. The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I could die happy."

Your heart felt lighter than air at his answer.

"Before we go inside, mind if I blindfold you? I don't want to ruin the surprise," Armin requested holding up a black cloth.

"Sure thing," you replied as he tied it lightly so as not to hurt you.

Rather than taking your hands to guide you inside, Armin choose an easier method which was to carry you in his arms. At first you were bewildered but then when it hit you, it didn't really faze you as he was always doing sweet unexpected actions like this. He treated you as though you were the most precious thing to him, which you in all honesty were.

While he was walking to take you to the destined spot, he couldn't stop himself to gaze at you. You gave so much meaning to his life and to every little thing to him. From the feeling of the first sunlight hitting his skin, he was reminded of your warm smile to the moonlight illuminating the dark sky, he thinks of the way you bring him positivity even in the toughest of situations. He couldn't be in anymore bliss as this was the definition of heaven to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck for support, he was carrying his literal embodiment of happiness.

Gently putting you down, he asked, "Are you ready?"

"I'm more than ready!" mirthfully you exclaimed.

"Okay then", Armin said removing your blindfold, "Ta-dah."

At that moment, you couldn't decide whether you were more likely to smile because of what you were seeing or more likely to cry because of what you were seeing. Your mind chose the later as tears started to run down your cheeks.

"He-Hey, don't cry, why are you crying?" Armin confoundedly wiped your tears with his thumbs as he cupped your face.

"Did you do all of this... for me?" sniffing you looked at him.

"For who else did I do this stupid? Of course it's for you y/n", he beamed.

Apart from the usual dark room with a dark vibe like a traditional theater has, for this date, Armin had set up projections on the ceiling. And it wasn't any type of projection, it was the space scattered all across the white roof.

In awe, your eyes widen at the celestial beauty in front of you. Stars twinkling like little fairy lights, even a nebula in vivid details. It doesn't stop at that as there were loads of other spatial phenomenons occurring. Not only did Armin set up a picnic on the stage but beside it was also a mattress big enough to accommodate both of you to 'stargaze'. The fabric set with Ratatouille in a bowl, a bottle of red wine glimmering under the light and various pastries sat in soliditary splendor in the middle of the wide open space which was the stage.

"I feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have you Armin", you said sitting on the cloth spread on the wooden floor.

"No, I feel like the luckiest man to have the most perfect woman," he corrected you as he was pouring some wine into your glass.

Red tinted your cheeks.

"Cheers ?"

"Cheers," you raised your glass to clink with his.

This night couldn't be any more flawless.

A nice dinner in your favorite place with your favorite person, what else could you ask more?

As soft as clouds, the mattress sunk in with both of your weights. The wine coursing through your veins served as intoxication transporting you into this realm of abstractional interstellar.

Still mesmerised by the exquisite visual that resembled as though some heavenly artist had crushed crystals into his paint and then colored the cosmos with the finest of brushes, it didn't even compare to the beautiful man on whom you were laying on. Your hand on his chest, head on his shoulder, Armin held you so close to him as though you were going to disappear if he looked away. The blues and purples of the projection caressed his face.

Moving strands of your hair away with his finger, Armin asked, "What's the matter y/n?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering how pretty you are."

"I-I thank you," Armin blushed.

Gosh he was so cute.

Lifting yourself up, a frown on Armin's face at your action but then replaced by a astonishing look when he realised that you were straddling him. You had no clue of what you were doing, maybe it's was the wine or maybe it was just your desire for him, nonetheless, you craved his touch.

Your soft skin reflecting the light of the led made his fingers curl with the urge to stroke it. To his surprise, you grabbed his hands and placed it on your thighs revealed with your skirt lifted up. A light squeeze was given to them as Armin began stroking with his thumb waiting for your next move. The light illuminating from your behind aligned your figure making you appear as an angel in Armin's sight. Running your index finger from his cheekbones to his lips, you neared your bodies to press your boobs on his chest as you kissed him. His left hand dragged up your flesh to grab your ass while the right one entangled itself in your hair pulling your faces closer. Lips overlapping each other as you fought for dominance with him. Though Armin seems like a very sweet guy but looks may deceive, well, not completely. In bed he's like a cocktail, a combination of gentleness like flavored syrup or juice and of roughness like the alcohol in the drink.

Pushing your hips to his pelvis area, a groan leaving his lips cued you to further tease him. Up and down you grinded on him. Breaking the kiss to pull back, Armin went lower to your neck to pepper small kisses all over your sensitive skin, all the way to your jaw, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth to back on your neck to suck on your sweet spot. A light pain accompanied with pleasure made a tiny 'ah' leave your lips as he was marking your body. This only turned Armin more than he already was the moment he saw you.

Bringing his face back up , you collided your lips to his, more passionate than before. Sloppily you unbuttoned his shirt.

Abruptly he grabbed your back to switch positions with you. His chest now exposed was in front of your eyes. Removing the fabric off his body, his muscles shined in the light. This man was built like an art piece, his chest sculptured like the Greek soldiers.

"Allow me to be the one to please you," Armin's breath tickled your ear.

Feather like touches brushed your throat down to between your breasts to your stomach through your clothes. He took all the time in the world to appreciate the fact that you were with him and for him. You've probably never experienced such tenderness before meeting Armin. While making out with you, he his hands underneath your sweater to cup your boobs unaware of the dampness pooling between your legs.

With a swift motion, Armin took off your sweater and threw it across the stage. Black laced bra covering your breasts made you look more lustful. Armin's breath hitched in his throat.

"I don't think I'd ever get enough on beautiful you are y/n, everytime I undress you, it always feel as though it's the first time", he breathed.

You tugged at his belt, unbuckling it.

"Then show me how much you want me," you swiped your thumb over his lips.

Armin smirked. If looks could kill, you'd probably be dead by that.

"As you wish my lady."

Armin's big hands stroke your curves, brushing his lips from your collarbones slowly down your bellybutton but he didn't kiss your skin until he pulled down your skirt for your damp fabric to come in view to him. His soft lips didn't hesitate to press against your core.

"Ah- Armin-"

"You look so hot making that face, baby," Armin replied mouth still on you, you felt the vibrations of his voice through your underwear giving you goosebumps.

Armin dragged his tongue from the buttom to your clitoris, sucking on it making your underwear even wetter.

"Does this feel good?"

"Hmmm yes~," you reached out to grab his hair.

He chuckled at your reaction and proceeded to remove your last piece of garment. Your entrance dripping with anticipation, Armin gulped hard.

Like a wild animal out of cage, Armin attacked your pussy with his mouth. You leaped at his rough action and gripped on his hair for dear life as it seemed like this man wasn't going to leave you until he's had every part of you. Out of nowhere, Armin stuck his tongue into you making you arch your back. Thrusting it in and out of you, he gripped your hips in place so that you wouldn't squirm away.

"Gosh you have no idea how good you taste y/n," Armin panted sending chills down your spine.

Your tiny little pants and moans only fueled him to gain speed as he flicked your pearl in his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh-ah-Armin- Don't stop I'm close ~"

Taking your words into command, Armin didn't cease until you gasped and released everything in his mouth.

He swallowed every single drop of you as though it was his last time drinking any sort of liquid. While he was licking his lips to consumed everything he removed his pants as you were catching your breath. His dick sprung free from his cage, tip leaking with precum.

"May I?"lining his dick in front of your cunt he asked for consent.

"Just fuck me already Armin."

Slowly, Armin stoked it on your wet folds to lubricate it for it to enter more smoothly. Wet sounds of both of your excrements mixing filled the theater.

"Fuck you're so tight,"Armin groaned in his first thrust into you,"Are you okay baby? Do you want time to adjust? "

Still panting over his big size you nodded your head, your arm covering your eyes.

"It's okay love, take your time," Armin gently moved your hand away from your face to stroke your cheeks.

"Okay, you can move now," a minute later you told him.

Intertwining your fingers, Armin held your hand while the other held for support on the bed, Armin began to move.

With the projector in the background, this moment seemed so magical.

"You feel so good y/n arg-"

You hummed still doused in this dreamy state. The world around you blurred as the only thing visible in your peripheral vision was paradise. You could feel him moving so slowly between your walls, each of his popping veins so clearly. With time passing, your need for him grew bigger.

"Please go faster Armin."

"Anything for you," he replied as he picked up speed, this time more rougher on you.

Skin slapping, you arched your back, this time Armin slipping his hand on your back to make your bodies touch each other. Chests rising and falling rapidly, you brushed Armin's hair from his face to see his expressions better.Face twisted with pleasure, this man was so attractive.

It wasn't long until you felt the knot building up in your stomach.

"Y/n I'm-I'm close"

"Me too Armin, please cum with me"

Eyes boring into yours, Armin didn't hesitate to go even more rough with you.

Bending down Armin kissed you as he released his hot fluids into you.

"Are you okay? I hope I didn't hurt you my lady," Armin moved your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

"No Armin, I know you could never hurt me, that's why I love you."

"I love you too y/n," Armin kissed your nose.

Helping you to get up, he took some tissues from the straw bag in which he carried all the food in. While you were tying your hair into a ponytail, Armin wiped his cum from your body.

"I'm sorry I made such a mess on your beautiful skin y/n."

"Armin, why are you even appologising for this, please don't ," you giggled then grabbed his hands and kissed them.

Inhaling a deep breath, Armin got up to fetch your clothes and helped you wear them.

"Let me drop you home okay?" he carried you in bridal style to the car due to your legs shaking and being unstable. Throughout the whole voyage back, you just wished this night could last forever but alas reality is a bitch. His hands warming your thighs till his car reached your house and he took you to your bathroom to help you get into the bathtub.

Not wanting to hold him any longer, you reassured him that you were now okay and that he could take care of the theater to clean it for business the next day. The thought of people coming to a place where you and Armin banged without them being aware of it brought all the blood to rise up in your cheeks.

Parking the car, Armin entered the building with the scent of sex still lingering in the air. Taking care of all the stuff on the stage and cleaning it, he went to remove the projectors. Out of the blue it clicked in his head. Security cameras. Heaving a sigh of relief that he recalled this crucial detail, he rushed into the surveillance room to discard of the recordings for the night. However, before he did that, he did in fact consider to watch it. Debating in his head like attorneys in a courtroom he finally yielded to looking at them. He didn't even play the video that he was already blushing redder than his blood. Pressing the play button, he sat down on the wheelchair.

Holy shit did he not regret watching it. Even in bad lighting, you looked so hot on camera. It felt illegal for Armin to be doing whatever he was doing then.

"Ah-ah Armin-" you moaned his name and that awakened something in him or more like that hardened something in him.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath.

From his pants, he could see the lining of his growing erection but he tried to ignore it. Eventually it began to feel a little painful from the restriction of release. Giving in into his urges, he unzipped his pants to let his dick breath from its suffocation.

He hissed as he spread the oozing precum across the tip looking himself eating you out. With his face buried between your legs, at that moment he couldn't clearly see your facial expressions compared to now.

The way your breath got stuck in your throat, your mouth made an 'o' when you tried to control your moans. The next time he was going to make love to you, he's keeping in mind to prevent you from holding back the sounds you make as he wants to hear each and every one of them.

Stroking his shaft up and down just like he's thrusting in and out of you, his motions rhythmic, he threw his head back on the chair hearing your sweet voice resonating the room.

Sinful.

To his shock, he came at the exact timing he came within you in the recording. Letting his actions absorb, still drown into the cloudiness of his mind, Armin couldn't wait for the day he could at last marry you.

Without further ado, he deleted the clips after he sent them to his phone as a token.

End.

Thank you for reading this. :)

[sweettodo]

I need longer than 7 minutes ⟿ Eren Jaeger x femreader [pt . 1]

Includes : swearing, making out, alcohol, lime, consumption, insinuation of marijuana [small reference].

Word count : 3,1k

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This’ll be a few parts, this is my lil re-creation. I tried to make it original, but I give creds to the person who originally wrote 7 minutes, she surly will be with us forever; I’ll never forget that story :D

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You run home from your last lecture in the English building; bag swinging and hitting your back while you sprinted across campus.

You didn’t expect to be held back twenty minutes after class; all because you got a B- on group work, your incompetent ‘buddies’ who had to help- didn’t. You did it all, in a week. Thankfully your professor had kept it somewhat short with you; letting you know you weren’t going to have to redo it.

That was besides the point though; you needed to get to the fraternity house, now. You had promised Jean and Connie you would help clean the house before people arrived. As you near the house, you pant, throat dry and your chest burns from running, your leggings made you sweat like a madman.

Running up the porch and fumbling with the doorknob, you swing open the door and see Connie, frantically grabbing cups from shelves and coffee tables, throwing them in a giant black bag and he begins shouting when you’re tossing your bag on the couch and tying your hair up, “What the fuck y/n!” He whines, “you know I don’t clean for shit!” He hollers, you snag the bag from him and he smiles childishly and plops onto the couch. Little shit. You pick up where he left off, dragging garbage by the arm into the bag.

“Maybe if you knew how to clean-” you start, Jean comes down the stairs, only in a towel, you roll your eyes, looking back at Connie, “maybe if you two got off your dead asses, you wouldn’t need me to clean for you.” You growl, steam practically flying from your ears, looking back at Jean, with that silly smile on his stupid face.

“You live here too.” Jean teasingly cackles, you huff and charge towards him, shoving a finger in his face. He looks down at you with a smug smile on his face.

“Used to- it’s not my fault I had no idea college relationships don’t work out.” He sticks his tongue out at you and ruffles your hair, stepping back and strutting away in his low hung towel.

‘I don’t get paid enough for this.’ You mumbled under your breath.

He turns a head before walking towards the staircase, “pshh, you used to be over here every day with Connie! doing whatever toxic couples do. And look at you, still here for him.” He teases, Connie laughs, throwing his head back and standing up, walking towards the kitchen.

“That’s because she still loves me.” He sneers, you drop the bag on the floor and head towards your bag, swinging it over your shoulder. The boys start towards you, begging for you to stay, “I didn’t mean it! Please help.” Connie begs, you comply and place your bag down once more.

“Yeah let me get dressed and I’ll help! Don’t leave us! Please.” Jean implores, quickly running up the stairs, followed by hearing a door shut. You continue cleaning up the downstairs rooms, cleaning what needed to be disenfected so on so forth. Jean did in fact help you, while Connie prepared the bar, and drank half of it while he was at it.

Finally stepping in front of the door, taking a gander at the clean and organized house, surfaces cleaned and dusted, the garbage needed to be emptied a total of twelve times by the time you were done.

You though- you were proud at the work you’ve done, disappointed at the fact you knew it would only stay like this for not even two hours, knowing this house would be full of kids like every weekend, “let me go back and get ready, I’ll be back in a little.” Before they get a chance to say anything, your ass is out the door and walking down the sidewalk to the neighboring dorms, the sun slowly disappearing, the skin turning a milky pastel pink and orange. Students walked, groups of people skateboarding, while most conversed amongst each other. You scurried into the dormitories where you resided and headed for the elevator, pressing it a few times before quickly opening, you step in and slam your two fingers on the floor of your room.

Finally reaching your floor, your feet quickly move down the hall, unlocking your door and slipping in, Historia sits in her desk chair, doing work, “hey Historia, wanna tag along?” You’re throwing your shirt off your head followed by your leggings, you two had changed in front of each other so many times, neither payed any mind.

“No, I’m behind on an essay, I’ll come next weekend I promise.” She pleads, you smile and wave your hand in the air dismissively while standing there half naked.

“Please! You know it doesn’t hurt my feelings, I just don’t want you crammed in here all the time by yourself, it’s unhealthy.” Hands deep in your drawers, you’re looking for a dress, she lets out a sigh of relief and drops her pen on her textbook, standing and walking towards me, opening another drawer.

“I know what dress you gotta wear!” She sings, you follow her hands, fingers strolling down the neatly folded clothes within her clothes drawer. She rips out a black bodycon dress which wasn’t longer than mid knee, with a nice dip in the v-line.

Graciously taking it from her hands, a small gasp and smile planted on your mouth as you slip it over your feet and thighs, shimmying your arms into the strings. Historia had quite a delectable taste of fashion, she had worn and worked every style she’s come across, “you look hot.” She places a love tap on your ass and you stick your tongue out, taking a good look at yourself in the mirror, turning around to look at your body.

Releasing your hair from the hair tie, you shake your hair out and brush it. Being cautious you’d run late again, Historia is picking out a perfume and matching lotion, spritzing you and you take the lotion out of her hands, squeezing the sweet flower smell into your legs and arms, “thanks roomie, please, reconsider; come with me.” You plead one last time, she shoves me playfully and points to her textbook.

“Next weekend, go. Don’t make Connie mad by being late.” You groan and slipping your feet into black platforms.

“You’ll regret saying that, I don’t like Connie.” You shut the door behind you. Walking back towards that elevator.

The sky was pretty much dark at this point, the party was twenty minutes from starting, and you had just walked through the front door as Connie was swinging it open, letting people know they could come in, a few boys sat on the couch. Jean could be seen pouring drinks for himself and probably his friends. “I knew I heard y/n!!” Jean cheers, jogging over to me and scanning his eyes up and down my figure, “looking- uh, sexy.” He coughs, shaking his head and the little bit of pink brushes his cheeks, handing me one of his drinks.

Marco leaps over the couch and jumps towards Jean, leisurely throwing an arm over his shoulder, “maybe you’ll finally get a piece tonight,” he nudges, you smack Marco upside the head and he mutters swears under his breath, pulling off of his friend, Jean rolls his eyes and takes a gulp of his drink, cocking an eyebrow.

“Who says I haven’t hit already.” Before the boys can even react, your knee meets his groin, kicking him, he screeches and falls to his knees, the room stays silent for the most part besides laughing, “alright! I haven’t hit it yet- Jesus y/n!” He hissed, rolling back onto his feet and practically limping out of the room. I turn around to see if the others got the warning, but instead see two boys standing at the front door, both staring at me with wide eyes and interested looks.

Both were tall; one blonde haired which covered his forehead, keen blue eyes, the other wore baggy sweats, a black short sleeve shirt, his hair was messily pulled back. You stand there like a ditz, kinda humiliated.

“Here- Eren, Armin.” Jean is coming from behind you, handing these men drinks, patting Eren’s shoulder all ‘buddy - buddy’ as they walk deeper into the house, you shake off the intense vibe you felt from the two and drink more of the flavored vodka. Your ears suddenly perk up like a dog when you hear Jean’s loud mouth from the kitchen, “oh that’s y/n, isn’t she just a gem? my nuts still hurt.” He laughs, the slight hint of sarcasm in his remark, you swing around and walk into the kitchen, interjecting yourself in their conversation; the three chat it up, Jean’s eyes land on yours and smiles like a brat.

You poke Jean in the side and smile at whichever Armin and Eren were, “Isn’t Kirsten so peachy, this is why I love him.” You giggle, the boys in front of you laugh; both absolutely stunning bright smiles, you could get used to their faces around here. You also wondered where they came from.

“Oh, to be Jean’s nuts right now.” The dark haired one jokes, arising laughter amongst the three boys. Your eyes practically fall out of their sockets, an immediate halt of poking Jean’s side, the little ball stood out, you were absolutely thrown off any train of thought you had. People start filling the kitchen, you were so frozen in feelings you looked so ridiculous, shaking it off with a little smile, you needed to flirt back, he started it.

“And don’t I wish I was that tongue piercing.” It was now their turn to be frozen in shock, the blonde one turning his head to look at the other, a little ‘Eren’ could be heard from his lips; ‘so that’s his name, he kinda looks like an Eren.’

The loud chatter and booming music has overtaken the house, it was getting harder and harder to hear a single conversation as more and more people filled the house.

Jean wraps an arm around me, “I love it when she’s bold, she only gets worse the more she drinks, be careful.” Jean gives me a tight side hug and you down the rest of the liquid in the cup, I had stunned Eren into silence, Armin broke that silence with a small laugh. What Jean said was true, I had a small track record of flirtatious behavior when I had enough liquid courage.

Eren smiles at you, “so intense, let’s get them a room already.” Your eyes peel off Eren’s, Sasha stood there with a bottle in her hand, a huge smile on her face, “it’s like a staring contest over here, what’s happening guys?!” She hollers over the music, poking my boob a few times, you swat her finger off your tit and she giggles, hiccuping, she was much more intoxicated than yourself.

“I was just getting more to drink, gimme gimme’” you snatch the bottle out of your friends hand and pop open the cap, “I hope to see you all later, I plan on us all playing a little spin the bottle or something.” You swallow, Armin tilts his head and looks at you.

“Isn’t that for high schoolers?” He asks, a smile on his face, you lean in close, your head right between both Eren’s and Armin’s ears, they subconsciously lean in to hear what I have to say.

“With a twist.” You hum, pulling away and following Sasha towards the basement stairs, personal tequila bottle in tow and ready to drink.

An hour later you’re faltering towards the couches and sliding down onto your wobbly knees, Connie and Jean rounding up the people we are closest too in the basement, dizzy and laughing at practically every little thing in sight, Sasha and Mikasa sat to your left and right, equally or less drunk as yourself.

Our friend group sits on the floor in a giant circle and you stand, “okay my friends, I figured we could do a little something different this weekend.” You announce, the room falling somewhat quiet as they listen to you, “we’re gonna play spin the bottle, but instead of just regular old spin the bottle, if one spins and it lands on the other, they can head into the closet for seven minutes, but when your turn comes again, or that person that you went into the closet with previously, you go into the bedroom for a timed thirty minutes. No backing out.” You didn’t even catch Eren making himself comfortable next to Jean and Marco, Armin sitting on the couch behind Connie also planning on participating.

Eren had noticed you though, standing there with that half empty bottle and your tight dress, your messy makeup which he found beyond sexy. He couldn’t stop thinking about how you told him you wished he was his piercing, no girl had ever been so outgoing and bold. Although he was slightly stoned, and definitely drunk, he couldn’t rip his eyes off you; he sat on the ground intrigued, “I’ll do the first spin.” Sasha gushes, grabbing the empty beer bottle and giving it a strong spin.

It spins and spins, you sat pretty on your knees and wait for it to land on someone; an eternity later it’s pointing between Mikasa and Jean. He was jumping onto his feet in an instant, you knew Jean so well that it was impossible for him to act cool, he was freaking the fuck out. Mikasa stands and pushes Jean towards the closet, he stumbles, drunkenly tripping over his feet and we all laugh at him, they go in and I set a timer, starting it immediately.

We all talk and laugh, Connie and Marco had their ears pressed against the door like perverts, “hey pervs! Quit it you two!” Sasha shouts, they leap away from the door and soon enough the ringing plays to signify the end of the long 7 minutes, you stand and knock on the door, Jean comes out first, dizzy and face flustered, totally beyond repair. Then Mikasa following behind him, perfectly fine but with a domineering smirk plastered on her face. We cheer and Jean plops down on the ground, the boys patting and laughing, congratulating him.

I go, spinning the bottle and anticipating the stop, when it finally comes to a stop, my eyes follow the top of the bottle stopped right between the legs of Connie and Eren, seeing both staring at me, ‘ooh’s’ and laughing fill up the room, there was no way I was going into that room with Connie. “Rock paper scissors!” Jean shouts, I slap my hands over my face in embarrassment, my luck I’d be stuck with Connie who would probably just start a fight with me.

You peek your eye through your fingers and see the two boys play it out to see who would get to go into the closet with me.

Connie one- Eren two.

Your hands drop into your lap, feeling lightweight, almost like you were floating, a mixture of both anxiety and excitement flickering in your stomach, he was so intimidating and you felt tiny in front of him- in all honesty, flirting was one thing. You stand up hesitantly and walk towards the closet, his body blocking you from being able to see your friends one last time. He shuts the door and wastes no time looping his arm around my waist, pulling me into his rock hard chest, looking up at him and begin to gnaw on your bottom lip as he cops a feel of your ass; his strong hand groping your ass, hand rubbing and squeezing, “eager are we?” You tease, he hums and continues.

You were spiraling under his strength. He walks both of you backwards until your back is hitting the wall, dipping his head down to your ear, “what happened to the tough guy act?” He purrs, you shiver, his hand moving from your ass and down your thigh slowly, “you wanna kiss me?” He asks quietly, forehead pressed against yours, you respond with a little nod, his lips instantly meeting yours, your eyes shut and it only becomes more messy as seconds pass, his hand that was once on your thigh was now separating them, sliding his thigh in place between your legs; pinning you. While his thigh sat between yours, you could feel the growing erection poking your leg; which he paid no mind, this was about you. His left hand behind your neck, thumb caressing back and fourth on your jawline softly whilst fixing his right hand back on your ass, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

His body was warm, nose drinking up his vanilla scent, he tasted good, vodka completely soaked your tastebuds, the faint aroma of weed could be tasted in your nostrils from his clothes. Your hands loosely around his waist feeling up his back muscles only slightly.

The metal bud on his tongue keeping you enticed, colliding with your own tongue, it was like a little magic ball that could instantly have you on your knees; sparking these new and mysterious sparks within your body which you wanted more of. It was fun to play with.

He slowly pulls away, a string of saliva dragging from his lips to yours, he licked his lips, you kept your eyes on that piercing like an owner holding his pets treats in his hand, “I need more than seven minutes.” He grunts, your swollen lips begging for his again.

You were going feral, the tips of your fingers teasingly touching the hem of his sweatpants, feeling his boxers underneath, “you’re a good kisser Eren, wonder what else you’re good at, hm?” You whisper in his ear, he was tense, body still latches onto yours so you could feel the flexing of his muscles.

“I would tear yo-” our heads snap to the side, the knocking on the closet door, that was seven? Already? He pulls off of you, immediately feeling cold, your hand coming to your mouth so you can wipe it and somewhat look composed. Like nothing happened, he’s swinging the door open and cockily walking out, you walked out beside him, the girls overwhelmed with cheery grins and jaws hitting the floor, the boys ‘oohing’.

“Was it good?” Mikasa questions, tugging at your arm so you could sit in your spot, you look at her with devilish eyes.

“I’m taking that as a yes, he looks high and mighty don’t he?” Sasha chuckles, you glance at Eren who is looking at you with low, seductive eyes. You gulp and explode, looking at the floor and feeling like all eyes were on you.

“Next person!” Jean shouts. We all prepare for ourselves for the next round.

Fifteen minutes later, after Marco and Sasha had completely demolished each other’s necks in the closet, plus Connie and a random girl spending an odd eleven minutes in the closet after we all pounded on the door to get them out; God knows what they did in that closet. You look for who’s turn it was next; it was finally Eren’s turn to spin.

You were rather... irritated; he was gonna get to please some girl with his mouth the same way I was so blessed to have bestowed upon me. You drink from the bottle, drowning your new attitude. Now everyone is shock, leaping to their feet and jumping around like teenagers, you look around and Eren is walking towards your sitting body, your messy and drunken eyes looking up at him confused, “looks like we get our thirty minutes.” He smirks, your eyes bulge and you quickly stand to your feet, what luck!

Walking down the small hall of the basement, your back only barely touching his front side as he’s pushing himself through the doorframe, you push the door shut with your foot and pick up right where you left off.

“I’ll need more than thirty minutes.” You stand in shock at him ripping his shirt off his head. His finger touching your chin before being able to stare at his body, “get on your back princess.” He starts, gently pushing your back onto the bed.

“I need to taste you, please.”

[demolition-lovers-blog]

A DARK LOVE EXTRA

PART 3

Harry x y/n

A/n: final part Sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy!

Definitely smut, a lil fluff, minor angst

Harry came back to the bed after the short break he gave her. He held her face in his large hands an leaned down to kiss her with everything he had. Y/n fell head first into the kiss getting falsely sucked into a loving kiss.

Harry pulled back suddenly. She whimpered and he just gave her his famous smirk.

“Looks like I’ve given myself an appetite, hmmm I wonder what I’m in the mood for?” he said as he moved down her body slowly kissing and sucking his way down, making little comments. “That tastes good but it’s not sweet enough.” He said licking your inter thigh.

He took a few minutes to lick her other thigh. Finally he licked up her center as she gasped. “Ahh there is my sweet spot.” Cocky as ever.

“Now you don’t have to ask to cum, but you do have to tell me when your close.” She nodded wildly as she thought he was finally cutting her a break.

Harry licked softly up and down her lips,poking his tongue,just the tip into her dripping hole.

He was enjoying eating her out, he really was he wanted to take his time taste every inch of her pussy. Although he was doing it for his pleasure he knew the slow pace was going to drive you crazy. Putting just enough pressure to her cunt to get her going, not to mention he had totally avoided her clit all together.

She wanted to yell at him, scream at him to please do something, but she knew that would only work against her.

Harry was very impressed how she was holding herself together, but that just drove him to work harder and breaking you down. So he slipped his had over and grabbed the remote to a bullet and turned it up. He figured she got to used to the setting it had been on for so long.

Her body jumped, he smirked, but continued to eat her out lazily.

Finally getting what he wanted when whines and whimpers started falling out of her mouth. Smiling to himself he totally flipped the script.

He shoved two fingers into her cunt and brought his plump lips to her clit an sucked harshly.

“Ahhhh!!!” She screamed. His only reply “remember tell me when you feel like your gonna cum babygirl.

Y/n was out of her mind with pleasure, but still not bringing her to her release. This continues on for wha seems like hours for her. He was enjoying her taste to much to end it yet, plus he has one last trick up his sleeve.

Y/n finally said the words he was waiting for. “Daddy I’m so close I’m gonna cum!” He stopped immediately, she started to protest but he flipped her on her stomach making her arms cross over each other. He then grabbed her hips so her ass was lined up with his cock.

Harry pulled the vibrator and almost instantly pushed his cock into her thigh ass, oh fuck it was so tight.

She let out a cry from the stretch, but quickly turn into a moan.

“That’s right daddy’s little slut, she wants it so bad that she will take daddy’s cock in any hole.” He said slamming in and out of her.

“Fuck baby your so tight I’m gonna cum your making daddy cum already.” And with that Harry came hard in her ass. Y/n laid there realizing that he probably wasn’t going to let her cum, when he asked her if she needed a water cause he was going to get one. She was now sure of it.

Harry was taking forever and then her heart sunk in understanding.

Harry went down to get y/n a water. He left her tied to the bed and with a belt around around her neck. He had plans when he got back to her.

When he entered the room his heart skipped at beat. She was laying there with tears in her eyes, not the kind from being frustrated from lack of her orgasm no, she was crying, the cry of someone heartbroken.

He quickly walked over and set the water down. He kneeled up on the bed “baby girl, what’s the matter, why didn’t you say apple?” He asked starting to go for the ribbons. “No don’t take them off I’m ok.” He looked down at her confused. She shook her head. “I’m ok, I promise.” “Then why are you crying?” He asked her.

“I thought you left me here for the night. After all the time you were gone and with no contact I thought your final punishment was to leave me here alone for the night, and I couldn’t bare to have you in the same house and not sleep next to you, it just hurt.” She said with a little sob. Tears ran down her face again and Harry broke. He quickly turned her back over removing both the ties and the belt.

“No Harry, I said I’m fine.” He cut her off with a soft kiss.

“Baby,baby,baby. Don’t cry my love I’d never do that to you. You are my everything.” He said as he hovered over her, his elbows next to her shoulder.

He cupped her cheek gently with one hand and with the other slowly touching her body.

He kissed her again slowly, softly and lined himself up with her messy hole that had been dripping for hours with no relief since the first orgasm he gave her.

He pushed himself in slowly sinking deep then deeper until he couldn’t go any further.

“You are my angel in my darkness, the light an love I have in my heart is only there because you put it there.” He spoke as he slowly started moving in and out of her.

He was making love to her, this wasn’t the first time they made love but this felt so much more intense.

Harry didn’t think he could love you anymore then he already did, but after the threats made against her, coming home to see her bags packed and last seeing how heartbroken she was thinking he had left her for the night, made his love tripple. To himself he giggled a little thinking of the grinch’s heart in “The grinch who stole Christmas” how it tripled in size, but that’s how he felt.

He was grinding down on her while still moving in an out of her. “I love you baby,so much. Please don’t ever doubt that.” He could feel you pulsing around his cock he knew you were close. He just needed one more thing to from you.

“I know your close baby girl, but can you wait for daddy baby? I want us to come together.”

She nodded instantly” Yes daddy, I’ll wait.”

“You are my sweetest baby, I’m so close angel.” With that said her reached down and started rubbing your clit.

“That’s it baby cum, cum with daddy. Fall over the edge with me dove.” With that y/n came so hard with Harry at the same time.

They laid in each other’s arms, just holding each other or more so Harry holding her tight against his chest.

He kisses her softly. “I mean it baby your my world, both above and below.” She giggled a little at that, she was so tired.

He smiled at her softly. “But I think it’s time I made you my princess. Will you marry me baby?”

[watermelonsugawara]

Just Like That

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❥ character: daichi

❥ warnings: nsfw under the cut, alcohol, just a lil booty shakin, aged up

❥ a/n: damn this is taking me forever... i kinda popped off on daichi.. who’s surprised NOT ME LOL also this is my first nsfw post dont bully me im sensitive

❥ summary: fem!reader feelin sexy and giving Daichi a lapdance. That’s really all there is to say LMFAOO

❥ wc: like 500ish jfkdjf

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Thigh riding Daichi is literally canon so lap dances are a must with this man

dear god imagine this man in the club, sitting back in his chair, watching your every move and soaking in your touch

A silk button down shirt, sleeves neatly rolled tightly around his strong biceps, some buttons left undone

Black jeans that hug his thick thighs, small rips along the knees

My god I need a MINUTE to collect myself yall lmao

He’s really not one to shy away from a good lap dance, I mean look at you

He gets off knowing everyone’s eyes are on you, but he’s the only one indulging in the sensation of your ass against his lap, your small hands sliding up and down his muscular thighs

Your favorite song comes on, Like That by Doja Cat

The alcohol running through your system combining with the deep bass of the music put you in a trance, your hips moving in sinful ways

You feel the warmth of his large hands on your hips through your dress as you sway to the beat of the music

Don’t be scared, I ain’t afraid

Just like that, come my way

The chorus of the music sounds even better as you throw back the last of your drink, your body fluidly moving to the beat. You could practically feel Daichi’s piercing stare even with your back to him, his aching desire almost tangible within the walls of the nightclub. This, combined with the fruity concoction settling in your stomach, spurred some newfound confidence within you.

A smirk is painted across your face as you turned away from the dance floor. Daichi noticed the subtle glimmer of mischief in your eyes and he raised a brow at you. You sauntered over to the table where your boyfriend sat, and you felt the intensity of his gaze, his eyes drinking up every inch of his girlfriend. Your dress hugged your curves in all the right places, your skin glistening from small pearls of sweat adorning your skin. The fire in his eyes causes a similar heat to stir in your stomach.

Daichi sat slouched in his chair, holding a half-empty whiskey glass and resting it on his thigh. His silk button down is opened halfway, his muscular chest exposed with a delicate silver chain resting on it, with a coin pendant of your initial. His legs are spread, his lap practically screaming for you to sway and slide against it. It was damn near impossible to keep your composure, your inner thoughts begging for him to have his way with you, but you tried your best not to falter. You were taking the reins this time and you weren’t about to back down.

You squeeze past the various people on the dance floor towards Daichi. You rest a hand on his warm chest, feeling his heart pounding as you stare down at him. “(Y/N)”, he groans, and you enjoy the trance that you’ve put him in. His eyes are dark with lust, a subtle pink flush sprinkled across his cheeks, neck and chest. His plush lips are slightly parted as he silently waits for your next move.

You walk around to stand behind him, your hands sliding from his shoulders down his chest , feeling the silky material slide against your palms. You lean down and kiss the sensitive spot behind his ear, and you feel his sharp inhale as you whisper, “is this seat taken?” Eyeing his lap, the prominent outline of his cock in his jeans looked oh so inviting.

Daichi would have rolled his eyes at your comment but he’s too overwhelmed by your teasing touches and the whiskey in his system. He finishes the rest of his drink in a swift motion, the burn of the whiskey sliding down his throat is nothing compared the feel of your fingertips dancing across his skin.

You slowly make your way back around to stand in front of him again, enjoying how Daichi is becoming increasingly impatient as each second passes by. He sets down his glass on the table next to him, watching your every move and enjoying every little touch. 

You trail your small hand across his back and shoulders until you’re standing between his legs again. Daichi looked up at you expectantly, hands resting on your hips. His eyes flickered between your face and your slightly exposed chest that was conveniently at his eye level. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh at the sight of you, the colorful flashing lights of the club highlighting your body in the most delicious ways. You spun around on your heels and held Daichi’s knees as you began to arch your back down onto him, pressing your ass against his erection, swirling your hips mercilessly as Daichi writhed under your movements. You pressed your back against his chest, feeling his breath across your neck, causing you to shiver. You continued to draw figure eights with your hips as you danced on his lap, feeling his hips buck upwards slightly. You feel a deep groan vibrate against your back as you reach a hand around to hold the back of his neck. The feeling of his hard dick nestled against your ass, his thighs flexing underneath your small hands, the warmth of both the alcohol in your system and the coil in the pit of your stomach— it’s almost euphoric.

You throw your head back and Daichi takes the opportunity to pepper kisses along your neck and shoulder. You instinctively reach a hand back to grab the hair at the crown of his head, your nails slightly scraping his scalp before you the fistful of hair a tug. A deep growl vibrates against your neck as Daichi sucks on the delicate skin, intent on leaving an embarrassingly dark mark on you. His hands have been roaming across your body as you danced, finally finding a home on your waist, his hands gripping you almost too hard, pulling you out of your confident headspace. Daichi slides his hot tongue along your ear before he whispers, “It’s cute that you think you’re so dominant, princess. When we get home I’ll remind you who’s in charge-- the night is young.

[namfine]

Hiii♡ can I request a fluffy smut with jungkook and a lot of rain. Like it started raining and you're both drenched and hurry back home and... Yeah well, you're both cold and drenched and one thing leads to another... you probably get it hehe Thank you🥺💕

Hello!

Here’s a lil rain smut for ya, not a whole lotta fluff but I threw some in there. Hope you enjoy!

-Admin Zesty

It wasn’t supposed to rain today.

Or, at least, that’s what the weather forecast had said that morning when you and Jungkook had left the house. Regardless, you had been caught out in the downpour, rivets of it running through your hair and down your body, plastering your thin clothes to your form.

Jungkook was no better. The white long sleeved shirt he had thrown on that morning clung to his body, outlining the shape of his shoulders, the muscles in his back. He pulled you into the apartment behind him, both of you laughing at how soaked you were. You were lucky the weather was so warm or else the experience would have been horribly unpleasant.

“Why don’t you change into something dry?” Jungkook said, pulling you close to kiss your forehead. “Or else you’ll catch a cold. I’m going to light the fire.”

You pulled away to look up at him, your hands nesting into his soaked shirt. “The fire? It’s May.”

He crinkled his eyes at you, giving you a mocking voice. “I know, but I want to open the windows so we can listen to the rain and I don’t want it to get drafty, genius.”

You laughed as you untangled yourself from him and disappeared into your shared bedroom, stripping off the soaked clothing piece by piece. Grabbing a towel you dried off your body and rubbed out your hair before running a comb through it. Looking at the mirror you held back a grimace. You looked rough but honestly, who wouldn’t after they got completely drenched on the city streets.

You decided to forsake the pants and just put on a simple pair of underwear and one of Jungkook’s baggy t-shirts. He wouldn’t mind and honestly, they were beyond comfortable. You liked how they smelled of him, oaky with a hint of pine.

You returned to the living room to find Jungkook crouched stoking the fire, still in his soaked clothes. As promised, the windows were open and the steady sound of rain filled the room alongside the crackling fire. He was right, the open windows brough a chill to the room and the fire was a welcomed asset. The sound of the heavy rain through the trees silenced any sounds of traffic from the street below and you were high enough up that you just had a view of dense forest and partial bits of cloudy sky. The trees stood ominously as the sun slowly set and a soft darkness settled over the room making you glad for Jungkook’s presence.

You moved behind him, sliding to the floor before wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his back, soaking in his warmth.

“What are you doing? You just changed and now you’re going get wet again,” he said. Satisfied with the fire he put down the poker and leaned back into your embrace, intertwining his fingers with yours against his toned stomach.

“I don’t care,” you whispered, lips brushing against his back. You felt him shiver from the subtle movement, the fire quickly doing it’s job of warming the room. He turned in your arms to look at you before scooping his head down to catch your lips.

The kiss was slow, gentle, like he had all the time in the world. The rain pattered outside and a gentle breeze blew throughout the room as you looped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

He laughed at your earnestness and smiled against your lips. “Someone’s a little eager after all that walking we just did. Did that not wear you out?”

You pulled back and gave him a sardonic look. “Really, Jungkook? You think walking four blocks in the rain is enough to keep me from jumping your bones the second we get home? Guess again.”

He laughed again and leaned back on his hands, his long legs spread out on either side of your crouched form. “Maybe I’m tired.”

You leaned forward, bracing your hands on either side of his narrow hips and brought your face right up to his. “Bullshit.”

He laughed, knowing you were right. Jungkook was never too tired for sex.

“You have to get out of these clothes though,” you said, pulling at his shirt. It clung to his skin, sticky to the touch but through it’s thin material you could see his dark, erect nipples and the canyon of his abs in the firelight.

He watched you, lazily, as you slid your fingers under the hem and lifted the damp fabric up over his head. You moved to straddle him, brushing your fingertips over his tanned skin, sticky from the rain. You ran them along his collarbone and down his torso before coming to a rest on the waistband of his pants. Jungkook watched your movements like a cat watching a mouse in the garden, with feigned interest but a body poised to strike.

You tugged on his pants and gave him a pout. “Are you going to help with these or just watch?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “This was your idea, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes knowing he was getting a kick out of making you do all the work and unzipped his pants to reach down and palm him through his underwear. You were a little surprised to feel how hard he  was already for the disinterest he was feigning.

“Seems like someone’s a little more eager than they’re letting on.” You whispered and Jungkook let out a slow grin, knowing he was caught.

“I’m a little interested.”

You increased the pressure on his bulge and felt his cock jump under your hand. “Just a little?”

Jungkook groaned, his head lulling back to expose his long neck and Adam's apple which bounced as he swallowed. You felt heat pool in your core at the sight of him completely under your control.

“Okay,” he panted as you removed your hand and stood up, eyeing him as you slid your panties down your legs and tossed them away, his eyes devouring your every move. “I’m more than just a little interested.”

You settled back over him, reaching down to slip his member through the hole in his boxers, making sure to push them down past his balls so he wouldn’t have obstructed access. He was almost fully hard just from your palming but you gave him a few pumps, watching the way his face twisted into one of unadulterated pleasure.

“You’re g-going to have to stop t-that,” Jungkook stuttered, his face flushed red. The rain began to pick up outside and a cool breeze caressed your legs. “Or I’m going to c-come.”

“Ready, then?” You asked lifting your hips so that you could line him up with your entrance.

“I was born ready,” he whispered and you pushed onto him in one fluid motion, reveling in the way he filled you up entirely.

“Fuck yes,” Jungkook whined, feeling your tight walls around his cock. You began to softly grind your hips into him and he finally moved from his relaxed position to move up and grip your hips, pulling you down into him as you moved. You wrapped one arm around his neck to balance as you rode him. Mist had begun to settle outside with the darkness of the night and the steady fall of the rain made you feel like you were the only two people in the world.

Jungkook was growing impatient at your slow pace, you could feel it in the way his hands tightened on your hips and the little growls he let out in the back of his throat as he leaned forward to capture your neck with his lips and nip at the sensitive skin as you worked him towards his release. You loved the power you held over him in this position, the way his body responded to every roll of your hips and the depths he could reach deep inside you.

Finally, his impatience got the best of him and he flipped the both of you over, not entirely graceful since his pants were still on and you both laughed at the imperfectness of the situation. Jungkook hovered over you in the firelight and you reached up to caress his face, studying his eyes.

“I love you,” you whispered.

Jungkook slowly pushes back inside of you, reaching down to seize your lips with his own before looking into your eyes. “I love you, too.”

He begins to move his hips into you fervently and you wish you could hold onto this moment forever. The sheer adoration and trust you had in this man made your heart soft and you clung to his back as he picked up his pace, chasing his release.

It’s a light touch, a caress, a flick of the tongue and a brush of hot air as he thrusts himself into you again. And again. Until he is sputtering out of control, spilling himself deep inside you, and collapsing beside you on the floor in front of the fire.

He immediately reached for you, wanting to feel you in the security of his arms and you fold yourself into him, welcoming the embrace. You wrap your arms around him, brushing the hair out of his eyes, sweat glistening on his forehead. Now he looked spent.

“Your pants are still wet,” you whispered and he chuckled against you, tracing the line of your jaw with his fingertips until brushing against your soft lips.

“I don’t care,” he responded before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips as the rain began to lighten up outside.

[illfoandillfie]

Welcome Home

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Summery: Roger’s delayed getting home from tour.

Warnings: SMUT (18+),but it’s like light smut lmao,cock warming,morning sex,just like some fluffy bullshit really

Words: 2326

A/N: Been a lil minute since I wrote Rog and I kinda missed him. this idea came to me last week and wouldn't leave me alone lmao

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It had been a couple of months since you’d seen Roger face to face. The biggest downside of dating a rock star was dealing with his absence. Everyone seemed insistent on dragging him away from you, often to the other side of the world. You took comfort knowing he missed you as much as you missed him, and that he was leaving you to live out his lifelong dream. What could be more important than that? When he was away, he called frequently to check in with you. You’d laugh about whatever drama he’d had to endure during rehearsal (though privately you were sure he exaggerated) and then you’d tell him all about what he was missing back home. But the further into the tour he got, the more the calls changed. Gone were the long conversations that unpacked every minute aspect of your day. They were replaced with long conversations that answered the question how was your day? in the first five minutes and dedicated the rest of the time to talk of possible ways to celebrate his eventual return, growing steadily filthier. The problem was that, having moved in together, you’d become accustomed to a certain amount of physical intimacy that you just weren’t getting without Roger there. You missed being able to startle him by laying ice cold hands against the back of his neck, missed cuddling up with him on the couch. You even missed the way he’d pinch your bum as he hugged you, laughing when you squealed in response and batted his chest with your palm. Of course, you missed the sex too. He’d always claimed to be a good lay and, so far, he hadn’t disappointed you. It wasn’t always easy to unwind after a long or hard day of work without being able to grab Roger by the hand and pull him into the bedroom for a few hours, and sometimes the forced abstinence just added to any tensions or stresses you were already dealing with. Plus it was nice to have someone you enjoyed having sex with, who liked making you feel good, and it kind of just sucked to lose that. So being stuck with nothing but your imagination soon had you desperate for Roger’s return and he seemed to feel the same. By the end of the tour you’d abandoned all pretence and we just having straight up phone sex every other night, Roger locked away in his hotel room, you wherever you’d happened to pick up the phone – bedroom or kitchen or lounge room, it didn’t matter.

There was some mild embarrassment at the thought of what may be said of you if anyone were to overhear. Things mentioned in the heat of the moment often seemed silly after you’d hung up, the fog of needy lust subsiding. But while you were on the phone you couldn’t care less who heard what, as long as Roger was there, listening to you, describing his own ideas in response. It was good that Roger had just as large a disregard for anyone else’s ears as you because you were sure one of the boys would be in the room next to his, probably able to hear everything he said. Perhaps if they’d been able to hear your voice, your moans, you would have been more concerned, but you were alone on your end of the line, free to be as loud as you liked. And when you were lying in bed, one hand shoved down the front of your pants, listening to Roger describe how he wanted to fuck you, loud is exactly what you were. The hand that wasn’t pressed to your clit held the phone held tight to your ear, as if loosening your grip would shake you loose from Roger himself.

“Christ I miss your cunt,” he groaned down the line, the sound of his hand sliding over his dick audible beneath his words, “tell me you miss my cock,”

“God yes Rog,” you whined, a little startled by just how much you meant it. “Miss how you fuck me. My fingers are fucking shit compared to the way it feels when you fill me,”

“Shit, love. The second I see you I’m going to slide into your pussy and just stay there for as long as I can.”

“I’ll squeeze down on you,” you warned, not in the mood to think about being full and unfucked.

“Good. I’ll cum in you and then stay there until you’re squirming and begging and I’m hard enough to pound you. Fuck you so loud the neighbours complain. Might even keep myself stuffed inside you until I can start round three.”

“Jesus Rog,”

“You like the sound of that? Being my own personal cock sleeve?”

“Mmhmm, so much. You could live in me. Just stay inside me forever, fucking me and pumping me full of cum over and over.”

“Fuck. I can hear how wet you are.”

So it usually went, or something similar.

But, unfortunately, your most recent phone call was nowhere near as fun. Roger had meant to be home by six. You’d been excited and spent the afternoon getting things ready. A nice hot bath with your favourite scents, fresh sheets for you to ruin the minute he walked in the door, a bottle of wine for afterwards. It would pair nicely with the steaks and sides you’d prepped – all easy and fast to cook as soon as you’d recovered enough. You even put on some of your nicest underwear. Not your fanciest lingerie because it was likely to be torn in his haste to undress you, but it was a matching set and one you knew he liked. But six o’clock came and went and he didn’t walk in the door. Enough time passed that you’d gotten cold waiting in just your undies, so you’d thrown a robe over the top and settled in front of the TV under a blanket. But it was hard to relax when you didn’t know where Roger was or why he hadn’t come home when he said he would. After a few more hours the phone rang and you raced to it, slightly worried you were about to hear something devastating. You sighed in relief at the sound of Roger’s voice but he didn’t have much time to chat. He rushed out an explanation for his being late – something about a weather delay and missing luggage – and then hung up again. A little upset at having to wait even longer to see him, and that your night had been ruined, you fixed yourself a quick dinner, leaving the steaks for the next day instead. You didn’t change though, just in case, your head flicking towards the front door at every little sound. It was late when you finally decided to call it a night, stumbling up to your room, not even bothering to change into pyjamas before you slipped under the covers.

The next thing you knew was being woken by someone climbing into bed next to you, the chill of his fingers making you shiver as he brushed hair off your face. You cracked an eye open, but the sun hadn’t risen and it was hard to see more than a vague outline, Roger’s quick apology for waking you confirmation of who he was. He felt you move to try and get a better look and softly told you to go back to sleep. Instead you waited for him to finish undressing and then shuffled closer, reaching out for him. He let you wrap your arms around him, repaid you with a soft kiss.

“You’re home,” you mumbled, not fully awake.

“Finally. Sorry I’m late,” his voice was low and rough and comforting to hear, right beside your ear, undistorted by connection issues and distance, “Fucking terrible night. But I’m glad to see you again.”

“Not quite the welcome I’d planned,” you said through a yawn.

He laughed softly and kissed the tip of your nose, “Me neither.”

“I got all dressed up and everything,”

Roger raised the blankets into the air, peaking under, trying to see what you meant, letting out a low whistle and a “now I really wish I’d been here sooner,” though you weren’t convinced he could actually see the set through the grey black of the early hour.

You laughed sleepily and raised a hand to stroke his cheek as he fell back to the pillow.

“I was thinking about you the whole way home,” he broke off to yawn, “Had to have a quick wank halfway across the Atlantic,” he yawned again and let his eyes shut for a moment, blinking them back open to look at you with a hint of his cheeky grin.

“Remember when you said you’d fuck me as soon as you saw me,”

“Not sure I have the energy for that. Don’t think you do either.”

You hummed in agreement, the sandman tugging at the corners of your brain, but there was another idea there too. Something more insistent. You tightened your grip on Roger, adjusted yourself to be more comfortable, pulled his head closer to the crook of your neck, able to feel his warm breath on your bare skin. “Kinda want you inside me anyway, Rog.”

“Really?”

The more you thought about it the more you wanted it. You’d missed his presence in the house, the smell of his shampoo and his cigarettes and his aftershave all mixed together, the way his laugh could fill a room, how it felt to sit in the backyard on a warm day and listen to him plucking at one of his guitars, the way he smiled when he said he loved you. And now that he was back all you wanted was to keep him close, listen to his every breath, feel his hair tickling your neck, the scratch of his stubble before he shaved, his warmth seeping into your skin. Just lying beside him wasn’t enough. You wanted to drown in him, completely and utterly surround yourself in him. But that was too hard to explain so early in the day, when you’d had only a couple hours sleep and he seemed to be running on even less. So you replied with a short, “Mmhmm,” lilting upward, and dropped your lips to the top of his head.

“You sure?” his question was an exhale against your throat, fingertips dancing closer to the waistband of your knickers.

“Positive. Just for a bit, please,”

He stifled another yawn as he pushed your underwear down, letting you kick them off one foot as he got rid of his own. There was a pause as he ran his hand along his length in long lazy strokes, a needy whine caught on the tip of your tongue as you waited. But it died there, replaced by a gasp as he pulled your leg over him and slowly sunk into you. Your fingers tightened where they lay and you felt his groan as vibrations against your throat as he filled you inch by inch.

“You okay?”

“Perfect,” you whispered back, “Welcome home.”

Roger hummed and breathed deep, taking a moment to wiggle into a slightly more comfortable position, hitching your leg up a little higher, tilting your head down so he could find your lips again. You saw his eyes flutter shut as he relaxed into the pillows, content to just stay like that until he could summon the energy to do more. You let your own eyes shut too, relishing the way it felt to be stretched around him, listening to his breaths slowing down and evening out.  

It was Roger’s groan that made you stir. An almost desperate sound, though he tried to keep it quiet. Slowly you blinked your eyes open, trying to tell whether Roger was awake yet too, or whether the noise was made in his sleep. You could see him clearer now, the bags under his eyes, the ruffled unkempt look of his hair. Your leg was still slung over him, slipped a little from where he’d placed it, and without thinking you made to move it back. Roger groaned again as a small gasp left you, the full memory of what had happened the previous night returning to you. It was weird, waking up so full, but not unpleasant.

“Y/N,” he sighed, “you up?”

“Mmhmm,”

“Love, do that again and we’re going to have a mess to clean up,” he warned, softly.

“How long you been awake?”

“Not long. But you’ve been clenching around me a bit in your sleep and I’m so close.” The last two words were almost pained and you briefly considered moving, letting Roger go so he could calm down sufficiently. But you were comfortable and happy wrapped around him and the memory of your phone calls nagged at the back of your mind, “You can let go,”

“What?”

“I’m… what’d you call me…your personal cock sleeve? So let go,”

Roger stared at you, eyes wide though still tired looking, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. But, when you didn’t take it back he leaned in to kiss you, rocking his hips against you slowly, letting out a low noise as you felt him empty inside you. You kissed him in return, stroked his cheek as he calmed down. Just for a moment you let your eyes slip shut again, basking in the feeling of it all. When you looked back at Roger he was still staring.

“I love you,”

“Good, I don’t plan on letting you leave this bed much today,”

“Sounds good to me,” he laughed softly, following it with a hiss when you intentionally clenched on his sensitive dick again, “wait, wait love, give me like another minute.”

You apologised and settled for another kiss instead, leaving a few extra along his jaw until he was able to make good on his earlier promises.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [eight]

Warnings: smut in the beginning (18+), male receiving oral not crucial to the story, lil praise kink, language, cuteness, a little bit if good old parental fighting but its light hearted, talk of previous relationships

Word Count: 6,164

Author's Note: So this chapter doesn't involve actual Christmas, and I think I'll just kinda brief over it in nine, but I do enjoy this chapter and I hope you guys do too. Lemme know and add yourself to my taglist if you enjoy :) 

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Everything played out in Tom's favor Sunday morning when it came to his golf match. Not only did Ivey get you out of bed as promised to both you and Tom, but she punctuated it with coffee and drove to the golf course. Tom caught your eye a few times on the sideline as he waited for the other players to make their shots. Just like that day you watched his first match, it was dreary, cold and drizzly and you honestly, couldn't wait to get in someone's car to warm up. What's different and breaks the deja vu feeling is that rather than Harrison winning Medalist, its Tom, the usual round of golf claps going around the small crowd, congratulations thrown his way from all directions as he walks the line towards you.

You both remember what you told him you'd do if he did good in the match and he held up his end of the bargain, it's only fair you do the same. He smiles as he stands just before you,

"Hey." You smile back up at him, nudging his chest with your shoulder,

"Hey stud. Good job." He chuckles cockily as you launch yourself into his arms, your own bound around his neck as you lean in to kiss him and he holds you around the waist,

"I'm so goddamn proud of you baby." You tell him, peppering his face and throat in kisses. His chest rumbles, arms setting you back on your feet as Ivey and Harrison approach. Harrison bro hugs him as Ivey congratulates him and he suavely thanks her, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Your roommate diverts her attention to you,

"So are you guys joining us for breakfast at the diner?" She poses expectantly. You glance up as Tom clicks his tongue, his eyebrows raised as he looks down at you before he bites his lip,

"Think Y/N has another breakfast plan in mind." He jokes, laughing and rubbing his pec after you punch him, a whine slipping from his lips as you turn your attention back to your royally confused, yet amused friends, a heat creeping from deep within your body as you attempt to explain to him,

"He and I... w-when THAT happened at the club the other night... I promised him a uhh, a victory blowjob if he did good during the match today." Your cheeks burn bright red, Tom's bottom lip drawn between his teeth as he smiles down at your flushed self and Harrison and Ivey somewhat awkwardly confirm the information. She smiles,

"Well... good luck. I see that you're starting to adapt to the whole, dating a British frat boy and all like I have. If you guys... get done or whatever, you know where to find us." Before the situation gets any more awkward, she turns and leads Harrison to her car as you sigh and walk from under Tom's arm, listening to your childish boyfriend's laughter as he follows you towards the notorious SUV he dons,

"Was I wrong?"

"No, but you didn't have to say it like that. It's embarrassing, admitting I'm blowing my boyfriend for the first time no matter how comfortable I am with the person." You lecture, Tom's body suddenly the smallest bit heavy as he realizes you're actually upset. He jumps to take your hand, pulling you back into him as the guilt weighs heavy,

"M'sorry, I didn't know you were so upset about it. I really am sorry, I-I didn't mean to... embarrass you or anything. I thought it'd be funny to crack the joke." He admits, genuineness set in the coffee colored eyes that dart between your own. You nod after a moment of staring up at him, licking your lips as you lean against his car,

"Its okay." You mutter softly, pulling open your door when he unlocks it. His eyes are trained on the road as he drives, letting you stroke up and down his bare arm, one of the first times you're seeing his arms not covered by a sweater or long sleeve shirt. He enjoys the contact and so do you, driving along the one lane road until he pulls into the usual dirt lot, previous tire tracks from his car prevalent in the path. He leaves the car running, turning to look at you,

"You know you don't have to right? I mean... this is your choice but I don't want you to feel pressured because I ate you out the other night." He reasons. You smile and nod,

"I know, I want to though." You reassure. He nods in return before watching you clamber into the backseat again, sitting off to the side as he reaches across and slides the passenger seat all the way forward, climbing into the backseat with you and doing the same to the driver's side seat, allowing for more room for the both of you. You smile down at him as he climbs back into the bench seating, swallowing as you climb into his lap, your crotch rested over his as you lean in to kiss him. Your fingers thread through his hair like they always do, Tom sighing at the feeling as he wraps his arms around you. You run your hands down his arms, slipping your hands between you to tug at the hem of his polo. He allows you to pull it off and over his head, his hands pulling at the hem of your own shirt to tug it off, Your hands rest on his bare shoulders for a moment as you move back against his growing erection, his hands riding to your lower back, his lashes fluttering as he stares up at you,

"Baby-"

"Shh." You quiet, holding the back of his neck as you kiss him again, hand slipping down into the waistband of his pants and boxers. He hisses, his breath caught in his throat as you stroke him, his skin soft despite the throbbing of his length,

"Fuck... darling..." He spits out, hands rested over your butt as you stroke him, your tongue caught between your teeth as you smile,

"So hard baby boy, do you get this hard just looking at me?"

"God you are so cocky, what happened to you? Give you just a taste of sex and you go fucking crazy with it you little vixen." He growls, reaching out to swat your butt sharply. You narrow your eyes,

"But you love it. You're fucking throbbing in my hand Thomas, tell me you don't like me calling you baby boy and jerking you off, I dare you."

"Fuck that, I fucking love it." He pants, trying to hold onto you before you slip down to your knees between his legs, letting him push his pants and boxers down, cock springing free in all of its glory. You hum, having ditched your own jeans just for the hell of it and lean in on his thighs, hands roaming up across his hips. You trace the delicate v-line he sports with your finger until your hand wraps around his thick shaft, pumping it just like you did before, watching his skin wrinkle and straighten out, His tip leaks pre-cum out across the skin of your hand before you lean in to lap it up, Tom sucking in a deep breath as you run your tongue over his tip, humming to yourself at the velvety feel of him and the taste, salty yet sweet. He drapes his arm over the back of the seats his hand placed over his thigh as he watches you lick up the underside of his shaft, your eyes sparkling up at him.

He hums, tilting his head to watch you, lips pursed as you run your hands across his chest and stomach, mouth dipping around his cock. The warmth sends goosebumps across his body, his head tipping back over the back of the seats. He groans, cock twitching in your mouth as you gently bob your head, one of your hands now resting on his thigh, rubbing across the cream colored skin,

"Fuck darling, it's been forever since I've gotten a blowjob and your mouth ... feels... fucking fantastic." He groans, reaching down after a moment to gather your hair in his hand. You hum around him, hollowing your cheeks as you pick up the pace just the smallest bit, a loud, pleased noise leaving his throat. You smile, letting him press on the back of your head, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat. You gag, a grunt slipping from Tom's lips as his hips involuntarily buck up into your face. You gag again, hand pressed to his hip as your nose nudges his pubic bone.

He's set to apologize, releasing the hard grip in your hair before you grab hold of his thigh, tugging on it as if to urge him on to do it again. His eyebrows furrow as you pull up, taking a breath and you raise your own eyebrow,

"What?"

"Did you... did you like that?" He poses, amusement present in his voice. Your eyebrow rises again,

"What, having your dick forced down my throat? Course I do. Its sexy as fuck and... I'm fucking in love with all of you hot stuff." You purr, stroking him as you stand just the smallest bit to kiss him. He smiles into you, holding the back of your neck, even as you draw back and stare up at him, his nose nudging along yours,

"The hell are you doin to me woman?" He asks softly, listening to you giggle as you kneel between his legs again, licking your lips before shrugging,

"Nothing you don't enjoy." You mutter before taking him back into your mouth. He lays his head back against the seats again, reaching down to guide you along with a much more gentle push on the back of your head. He watches you, raising his hips a few more times to watch you gag, your eyes diverting up to him, innocence laced in them that drives Tom insane. He grunts, gathering your hair up to guide you along, your tongue stuck out around him as he forces your head down, saliva dribbling down around him. You reach up as he releases you, fondling his balls as you raise your head to catch your breath, lapping up your own saliva just to clean him up a little,

"Look at you baby. Such a good girl." He coos, watching your face change. He knows the look too, he's the same way, loving the praise from a partner. And he can tell that even though you've never talked about a bad relationship, the praise he gives is something you want, something you crave and of course he plans to keep doing it. Your lashes flutter as you suck at his tip,

"Gonna cum for me?" You ask softly. He nods,

"Course. And if you want, I'll cum down that pretty little throat." You smile, nodding and letting hair fall into your face,

"I want you to. That'd be so sexy." You reply, having never looked more beautiful to Tom than in this moment. As you take him back into your mouth, hands placed over his thighs, he reaches behind you to unclip your bra, dragging it down your arms and tossing it aside to feel your breasts. He rolls a nipple between his fingers, a small moan slipping from between your lips as he watches you, guiding you with one hand and palming your breast in the other,

"You're doing so good baby. That feels real fuckin good. Bet you're soaked too huh?" You hum, nodding and staring up at him as you suck more and more of him into your mouth. You bob your head rather quickly, Tom scooting forward, gagging you with each movement before he takes hold of your hair, jolting his hips forward. Your lower back presses to the base of the center console, your hands pressed to his thighs as you gag and slurp around him, his tip poking into the back of your throat. He loves the noises that come from you as the coil in his belly grows nearer and nearer to snapping as you let him fuck your face. He groans,

"Fuck darling, m'gonna cum. You want me to cum?" You manage to nod around him, eyes locked in his as he continues before his back arches just the smallest bit, his head falling back as he spills into your mouth with a long winded moan. You swallow a few strands of it before he draws back, watching you close your mouth, his tongue caught between his teeth,

"Gonna swallow all that for me pretty girl?" He purrs. You nod before you give one last swallow and Tom hums,

"God you're gorgeous. C'mere pretty girl." You crawl into his lap, his lips meeting yours in an instant as you straddle him. He holds one of your cheeks, your chest pressed to his as you kiss. He reaches up, stroking your hair down against the sides of your face, your fingers threaded through his hair after a moment. When he pulls back, he smiles, letting you lay your head against his shoulder with a sigh,

"Good, now I feel less bad about you not getting any sex from me. You did." He chuckles and nods,

"That I did. Like I said, I didn't need it but I am glad that I got it. That was good." He tells you, tucking hair behind your ear. He smiles, pecking your lips once more before he sighs and wraps his arms around you, laying his head against yours as your eyes close. His fingers trail up your back, body slack beneath you,

"Can't wait for my girls to finally meet." He mutters. You smile, kissing his neck,

"What, me and your mom?"

"You to meet my mum and my puppy. If my dog likes you, you stay." He cracks. You giggle along with him, snuggling down into him,

"Oh really?" He nods,

"Hell yeah." You share another laugh as Tom fishes a blanket from his hatch area, wrapping it around the both of you so you can sit comfortably for a little while.

                                                                        ---

Approximately nine hours and twenty minutes in an airplane could be a good idea. That is of course if the airplane is only populated by you and Tom and not screaming, crying children who kick the back of your seats and thoroughly make Tom rethink his claims about having kids someday. Of course, his tight grip on your hand that, over time gets tighter until he realizes he's breaking it and let's up just a little bit and his gentle kisses when he wants to pay you some attention after you haven't talked or such in a while and his head against your shoulder or yours against his when you take one of the few naps, interrupted by said children that make Tom want to give himself a vasectomy, is nice. The only thing that changes his mind just the smallest bit about babies is the way his heart melts when he sees a woman, only a few years older than the both of you, cradling a small boy to her in an attempt to get him to sleep, wild brown curls atop his head and piercing blue eyes similar to Harrison's staring up at him sleepily as he suckles at a pacifier. He's clad in a blue and orange planet footed onesie and once he realizes he has Tom's full, undivided attention as he heads back to you from the bathroom, a small, pudgy hand reaches out to grasp the air in a wave and Tom's knees nearly give out. He and the mother share a kind, loving smile as he passes, whispering a soft greeting to the her and the baby boy before he slides into his seat beside you, his hand sliding into yours and he squeezes. You giggle,

"What?" He shakes his head,

"Nothing I just, I saw a cute baby coming back from the bathroom and for the first time during this whole flight it didn't make me wanna chop my balls off." He jokes. You snicker again quietly for the sake of those asleep around you on the plane, especially now that most of the screaming monsters have worn themselves out and you really don't want to poke the bear. You rub your thumb over his knuckles, eyes closing again and with how peaceful and warm the cab is as you fly over New York, lights twinkling far below, he knows that you're asleep in seconds, letting you rest your head against his shoulder and trying his best to lean in and kiss your temple when he starts to miss you again. And be that as it may, he's actually more than happy to shake awake when the plane lands. He smiles and mutters good morning and how much he missed you before you sleepily trudge through the airport with him.

It's pretty cold, Tom knowing exactly where to go and excitement buzzes off of him as he pulls your bags off of the conveyor belt, carrying the bigger ones. When Tom sets his bags down you look up at him, confused, but he has the biggest smile on his face, even more so than when he looks at you. And before you can question it, he kneels and there's a flash of grey before Tom is laughing and holding something back. It's a little medium size grey puppy, lapping at Tom's face as her tail whips wildly through the air. You giggle, a few people approaching as you watch Tom and his dealbreaker dog reconvene on the floor,

"You must be Y/N." A sweet voice is omitted from a beautiful, redheaded woman in a similar accent to Tom's. You smile and nod,

"Hopefully if you've heard of me it's been all good things." You half joke, something you've learned from her son before her smile widens and she pulls you into a hug, rubbing up your back,

"Tom wouldn't have brought you home if he didn't think you were worth it." Your heart swells as she says it, moving aside to gesture to the man beside her,

"This is his dad, Dom, and his youngest brother, Paddy." She introduces, both men beside her greeting you kindly before Tom tugs at the bottom of your sweater, bottom lip caught between his teeth as you crouch beside him and the dog is stunned on her back, Tom's hands roaming up her sides,

"This is Tess." He states. You smile as he lets her up, watching her stand and shake, trying to climb into Tom's lap before he forces a paw out for you to hold,

"Tessa, this is Y/N. You're the determinant as to if she stays around or not." He tells her and your group of five share a laugh as you peak her interest and she clambers towards you bulkily, tail slowed down, but still thunking away at Tom's chest now,

"Hi. You're a pretty girl-"

"Don't give into the sweet talk Tess, that's how she gets ya. You can't be biased." Tom jokes again, Nikki now standing behind him and swatting at his head,

"Our dog is not going to be the deciding factor on if a girl you could spend the rest of your life with, stays." She lightly scolds. But of course Tom knows that. Tessa has never not liked a girl Tom brought home, she's a friendly dog and he knows she'll love you. And even if she didn't, he'd probably still keep you around because you at least make him happy. But Tessa seems to love you. She nuzzles against you and flops in your lap, lapping at the underside of your chin as you giggle and try to tame the beast. Tom smiles, watching you and his parents don't say anything but the look in his eyes shows that he's happier being with you than all the other girls he's been with. His old girlfriends disappointed and discouraged him from looking at them with such love by asking him what he was looking at while you're preoccupied and you'd love to catch him looking at you the way he is. You look up into his beautiful eyes,

"She's adorable. My dad never wanted a dog so we never had one and I love her." You tell him. His smile widens,

"I think she loves you too. She's crazy right now." He tells you before he stands, taking hold of her leash,

"You can get on my bed with Y/N when we get home Tess, let's get outta here." He mutters, tugging on the leash as his dad and Paddy take the bags he'd been carrying. You follow the small group out to an SUV, Tom holding the door open for Paddy to climb into the very back and you and him to move into the middle seats, you sitting in the middle and Tom sitting at the edge, holding your hand in his lap. Tessa curls around you in the other outer seat, laying her head over your thigh. You lay your hand over her back, head against Tom's shoulder,

"Tired babe?" He asks softly. You shrug,

"I feel good right now. This is somewhere I've never been so my body is alert so I can take it all in." He smiles, kissing your temple,

"Well you'll see a lot more of it. I'll give you a full tour, promise." He whispers into your hair, smiling as you nod. He hums, leg bouncing softly as you drive through his hometown, your head turned up to watch the old buildings pass. The weather outside is gloomy and cloudy, the occasional fat raindrops striking the windows. Tom points out some of the shops he used to go to as a kid, restaurants he loves and plans to take you into. When you turn onto his block, he straightens up a little,

"So are you making her stay in the guest room or can she stay in my room?" He asks his mom who smiles as she glances back at the both of you,

"Is your bed big enough?" He shrugs,

"We sleep in those college dorm cots just fine. Think my bed's the same size if not a little bigger." He remarks as his dad turns up the driveway, putting the car in park. The conversation haults as you climb from the car, helping haul the bags inside and following close behind Tom to an off white colored room, Tessa jumping on the bed before you. You smile at her, sitting at the edge to pet her. Her tail rustles the blanket below you both as you lay back on the bed, letting her upper body rest over you so you can pet her head,

"What do you say you and me take the bed and force him into the guest bedroom?" You joke. Tom clicks his tongue, coming to stand beside the bed,

"Oh ha ha, I'd like to... actually no, you both could kick me out, you know what, fine, see if I ever kiss you again though." He jokes before you jump up, grabbing the collar of his shirt and dragging him down to peck his lips,

"I'd never kick you out. Who else would protect me and lo- a...dore me?" You sputter out. He chuckles, hands placed over your hips,

"I lo- adore you, huh? You sure?" You shake your head and he presses his lips together, not liking the uncertainty and slight sadness in your eyes. He wraps his arms around you, humming at the warmth of your hands on his biceps,

"I do adore you. I've never told a girl I loved her this early. Hell, most the time I say it, they get snippy and up and leave." He admits with a sadness of his own his eyes. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair,

"I'm not pressuring you Holland. You'll say it when you're ready but... in case you hadn't noticed, I can't go anywhere." You tell him. He smiles and nods,

"I know. And like I keep saying, you're different and that's what I love. But... I wanna catch you off guard when I say it." He says. You smile as he collects your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss you once, twice, three times before Nikki knocks on the wall just outside his door,

"Hey you two, we were uhh, talking about dinner. Wanna get some Nando's? Give her a full English welcome?" She poses with a smile. Tom strokes up your back and nods,

"Definitely. God, I could go for Nando's." He groans, letting you press your hand to his stomach as you smile up at him. Nikki nods,

"And when we get back, we can decorate. I got Y/N just a little something in a stocking. Tom can hang it so you don't know what it all is." She directs to you. You smile,

"That's sweet, you really didn't have to."

"Ahh, nonsense, any girl the boys bring home gets something." She waves you off. Your smile widens as you nod,

"That's sweet, thank you." She returns the smile before turning and heading down the hallway again. Tom hums,

"God, that's the one thing I hate about west coast America, no Nando's. I think it's better than sex." He tells you. You giggle, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulders and lead you towards the stairs, Tessa trailing behind. You stand at the bottom of the stairs, Tom rubbing his thumb over your shoulder as the three other people argue amongst themselves. Tom kisses the top of your head,

"This is such a great English welcome. Arguing ten minutes in." You giggle again,

"My parents did the same. They would've been arguing when we met up with them at the airport." You tell him. He smiles before walking to sit in an armchair and pulling your body into his lap. You wrap an arm around his neck as Tessa jumps up to lay on his other leg, Tom grunting softly under the weight of you both. You press your lips to his temple with a sigh, eyes closing as jet lag starts to kick in, your hand laid over his shoulder. He sighs,

"I'm glad you came with me. This is like... the life. You, my family, my dog, my hometown-"

"And Nando's?" You jokingly interrupt. He looks up, eyes on your lips,

"I hate to break it to you darling, but I'd give up Nando's if it meant having you for the rest of my life." He admits. You hum,

"Aren't you sweet." You tell him. He smiles and allows you to kiss him, index finger tucked under his chin. He hums, hand placed over your hip. He gives a gentle squeeze before Dom clears his throat, the both of you looking up,

"Sam and Harry should be in in just a few minutes. Then we can get you guys fed and back here to chill out for the rest of the night." He informs. You smile and nod, laying your head against Tom's shoulder,

"Are they those type of parents that want to buy me dinner while I'm here?" Tom smiles and nods,

"Basically. You should be that type of girlfriend that just accepts it. Don't fight it." He mutters in return, listening to you grumble,

"How the fuck else am I supposed to spend daddy's money?" You mutter. Tom chuckles before the front door opens and two boys, similar looking to Tom but scrawnier and younger walk in. The shorter, more curly haired boy looks you over,

"How much is he paying you? There is no way a girl as hot as this is with someone like you without being paid." He jokes. You smile as Tom grumbles,

"Asshole here is Harry. The quieter, more pleasant one is Sam." He introduces. You smile, nodding to the two boys, Harry of which smiles cheekily at you in a similar way to Tom’s. He holds his hand out,

“Tom told us he was bringing his girlfriend home but… I didn’t realize your standards were so low you’d take pity on my brother.” He continues to joke. Tom grumbles,

“Harry, shut the hell up.” You giggle,

“I’m Y/N, your brother is currently my favorite person.” You say sweetly, Tom smiling up at you. You smile back before Tom scoffs,

“Yeah, not for long.” Harry mutters before Tom lurches from beneath you leaving you and Tessa displaced as your boyfriend grabs his brother and pulls him into a headlock,

“Ass-”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding, you're a great guy and she's lucky to have you." Harry squeals, you giggling as Tom releases him, staring after the boy who backs away. He fixes his sweater around his waist, leaning down to kiss Tessa's head, leaning on his hands on the arms of your chair,

"Hungry?" You shrug and nod,

"Yeah. What exactly is Nando's?"

"This amazing South African restaurant. You get chicken with some sides and maybe some dessert. Of course you can get a salad or a wrap but... fuck babe, this place is so good and America only has it on the East coast. Which, speaking of America not having, there is so much I want you to try. Greg's, jaffa cakes, my mum's shepard's pie-"

"Is there anything not food related you want me to try?" You crack. Tom pauses, mouth hanging open before he shrugs,

"We'll probably go golfing and maybe bowling. Ooh, pub quiz is pretty good. Could do that."

"I don't know what that is-"

"S'alright, I'll teach you, get ya real drunk and bed ya." He mumbles with a wink. You hum,

"Yeah, keep tryin stud." You mutter back, leaning up to kiss him. He smiles before Harry speaks up again,

"Can we get food? I'm starving." The family agrees, collectively filtering out into the chilly air and welcoming you in like an old friend.

                                 ---

"Got it?"

"Mhmm." Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you pin Tom's stocking to the wall along the staircase. He places his hands over your hips as you back into him. He sighs, watching Harry and Sam hang theirs and glancing over his shoulder at his parents and Paddy decorating the tree. He smiles,

"Wanna help me with the tree topper?"

"Tom, I don't wanna impede."

"Oh come on, I hang it every year. I want you to help me." He tells you, wrapping his arms around you and walking you to the tree. Nikki smiles, holding the angel out to you,

"My grandmother originally had this. She's passed it down and... hopefully, my oldest and his wife will get it to give to their own kids someday." She explains with a smile. The look in her eye, the way she elaborates to you her hopes makes it seem like she's hoping she'll pass it down to you and Tom. Tom kisses your temple,

"Need the step ladder?" Glancing back at him as you hold the antique tree topper in your hand, you nod, letting his warmth leave you as he fetches the small step stool, setting it up beside the tree. With a reassuring hand at your waist, Tom places a foot on the bottom step, watching you as carefully as you can place the angel as straight as possible on top of the tree. He smiles as you turn to look at him, his arms binding around your waist again as you step down, Dom moving the step stool,

"'S odd, I don't think I've ever seen Tom this lovey with a girl." He says, Tom sitting in the same armchair as earlier. He sighs as you sit in the arm,

"No, not at all. Y/N is definitely something different. It's nice though." Nikki replies, smiling at you. You lean back into Tom, running your fingers through his hair,

"I don't know if I should be flattered or scared." You joke, Sam and Harry sharing a laugh. Tom clicks his tongue,

"See, if this is how being back here for Christmas with my family is gonna go, I'm sendin you back to Seattle in a box." You squeal as Tom drags you back into his lap, tickling you. You squeal and squirm, trying to hold his hands from your body. You giggle, trying to catch your breath as he finally let's up, small chatter erupting amongst the house before Paddy calls out to you. You stand and follow the waving hand, assisting him in wrapping the last few lights on the strand in his hand around the railing up the stairs. He seems to be the one to have taken to you the fastest out of Tom's brothers. He laughs as you both walk down the stairs, Nikki stands up straight from over by the couch, camera in hand,

"Tom, come stand against this wall with Y/N. I want a picture of you two." She tells your boyfriend who stands, ruffling his hair before he sighs, steps up beside you, and wraps his arm around your shoulders, your own arm wrapping around his waist. He squeezes your shoulder,

"Are you having fun yet?" You glance up at him, smiling and nodding,

"Yeah. With you, always." You reassure, Tom smiling down at you. There's a quick flash before Tom glances up,

"Mum-"

"Tom, don't start, that was adorable." You giggle, pressing your opposite hand not clutching his side, to his stomach, smiling at her. Tom follows suit, tucking his free hand in his pocket. She clicks a few pictures before Tom's name is whispered. You both glance up, Paddy smiling ear to ear as he holds a single strand of mistletoe above your head. Tom chuckles, glancing back down at you,

"I'm afraid we've been tricked darling." He mutters to you. You smile and shrug,

"I'm okay with it."

"So am I." He mumbles before leaning in to press his lips to yours. You giggle as another flash goes off, Tom's hand sliding down to your shoulder blade. His opposite hand comes up to cradle your chin. He pecks your lips one more time, glancing up at his mom,

"Got it?" She nods, proud smile on her face. Tom nods, placing his hands over your shoulders as you turn to wrap your hands around his waist,

"You gotta get her to print two sets of those pictures, one for you, one for me, so when we have a nasty breakup, you can burn them and I can tear them up.” You joke. He chuckles,

“And then when I beg to have you back because I can’t sleep at night and my mum misses you and I might miss you, you can tape the pieces back together.” He jokes back. You giggle and nod,

“You gotta remind me to keep them so if it's like… a year or so later, I haven’t thrown the pieces away.” You tell him, watching his face turn up in a laugh again. Laying your head over his chest, he sighs and rubs up your arms, wrapping his arms around you. He rubs up your back as your eyes close. His heart seems to skip a beat, picking up in pace. You frown, but ignore it, relishing in the warmth and comfort Tom exudes. But you’re convinced your own heart stops when he says what he says, and for a moment you wonder if you heard him correctly.

“I love you darling.” Your eyes go wide as you glance up, Tom leaning back to look down at your face,

“What?” You ask breathlessly, tears collecting in your eyes. He clicks his tongue, reaching up to swipe your tears away with his thumb,

“Its three words Y/N, it's not that big of a deal.”

“It is to me. T-this has been the agreement in our relationship since the beginning. Did you- di- say it again.” You tell him. He scoffs,

“Once is enough baby.” He runs his hand down across the expanse of your neck with his fingertips, brushing your hair aside, starting to lean in to kiss you. You draw back,

“Tom-”

“Alright, alright… I… I love you Y/N.” He says, rolling his eyes and smiling as you smile,

“I love you too.” You say. He nods, leaning in to kiss you finally. He hums, nudging his nose against yours, squeezing you as his arms wrap around your waist,

“I love you.” He mutters again. You smile,

“Well Merry Christmas to me then huh.”

“And a Happy New Year darling.” He coos, rubbing across your back with a warm smile, your whole body buzzing in excitement and love, relieved and excited that he finally admitted he loves you.

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Hi Moon!! I didn’t think this commission would be done so soon, but I’m thoroughly excited to read it… ergo, I have decided to do a live reaction as I read it. Here we goooo. First off, JK in a suit in the banner- YES, love it 👌Second, the way you started off this whole piece with their cold morning greeting??? I can feel the TENSION AND I LOVE IT. Their backstory tho??? They went through a loooooot of effort just to be hooking up… more effort than any standard fwb no??? Interesting. 🤔A L R I G H T Y, then I see it’s swoon sunday. 🥵🥵“Every morning he would put his black messenger bag under his desk, turn on his computer, and roll the sleeves of his white button-up shirt to reveal one very tattooed arm. His wavy hair was usually put back into a half ponytail for professionalism…” (Moon did NOT have to go that hard with this headcanon, but they DID… and I am hollering). This whole interaction with jimin is givin me suspicious vibes… he knows there’s a no fraternization policy, yet he’s propositioning her?? I mean.. If she doesn’t want him, I do!! Haha ne waysss, that look that JK gives her tho??? He sounds almost smug that she turned down Jimin, but i guess we’ll find out his true feelings later. “I wish you knew how much I’d go through to be this close to you, to be inside of you” I JUST YEETED MY SOUL FROM MY BODY THIS IS THE BEST LINE EVER 😳😳😳I adore her inner monologue btw. Like she clearly felt more than just something physical for him and now she’s pining away for him uwu. SHE KEPT HIS NUMBER AND THE LIL HEARTS BY HIS NAME??!?! Sooo she was treating him like a BOYFRIEND??? Also, the black-on-black casual outfit that he shows up in is sooo JK, and I adore him like this. I find it so poetic that she’s wearing the same LBD that she wore on their first “date”, and most importantly, that he noticed too. “I miss you” SOB😭. And the fact that they’re texting each other from across the room when they could be having this conversation in person is so symbolic of their emotional distance over the past 8 months. OH GOD ARE THEY ABOUT TO FUCK ON JIMIN’S DESK??? She’s been worried about him being with other people… but he goes “me neither” T-T I think my favorite part is their confession. The way she initiates admitting to missing more than his body and their physical relationship and he ends it with telling her he missed her as a person and my heart just crumbled. “You dumped me” and “I like to think we were together” 🥺🥺OMGAWD my heart is mad weak for him. Aaaaaaaaaaand now my panties are flyin off. I can't believe he just finger fucked her on jimin’s desk with his tattooed digits… and he moaned when she came!!!🥵🥵 This smut tho… is SO HOT. Ok, but the fact that he’s nervous about fucking her again while he’s fiddling with his zipper and then goes to rub her cum all over his cock is makin my mind spin!! That’s so sexy. “Can I fuck your brains you?” YES YOU MAY, plus I love the consent, soft toned whispers paired with those dirty words has me sweating!! OMFG NOOO, NO HE DID NOT JUST WALK IN ON THEM!!! AND HE FILMED THEM?!?! WAIT HE’S BEEN THERE THE WHOLE TIME?!! Ok, but I love this ending for them- fucking and then sailing off into the sunset with each other- makin a run for it. Thank you for writing this, Moon!!! It feels like my birthday and this is the best kind of gift. Also, shout out to all the fic writers for participating in this event!! I am beyond touched by how this lil writing community has banded together for a good cause!!!! 💕💕

😂 I’m fucking dying at your live reaction

I’m glad you liked the banner, I slapped that shit together so fast and used all of my brain power to write the fic 😂

they did jump through some hoops just to bang, and I liked that idea 1. so they would be forced bang at the work place this time around, 2. cause you know they had them feels for each other but y/n was in big denial.

I had to hit you hard with the tattoo kook, professional look, little ponytail combo.

ahhh yes Jimin, in this fic he’s such a big butthole. Please come get him, he’s being unruly. 

her inner monologue. you ever hear you don't know what you've got until its gone? That’s y/n in this fic, but more horny. she definitely did keeps the hearts by his name in her phone, and I like to think Jungkook did the same with hers. our girl was in a vast amount of denial, maybe scared of getting caught but idk my own characters make me so frustrated at them 😂

I just HAD to have them text each other from across the room like two awkward teens at a school dance 😂I got the idea in my head and it was just so cute to me that I had to do it. it is indeed very symbolic of their emotional distance.

“OH GOD ARE THEY ABOUT TO FUCK ON JIMIN’S DESK???” 😂 they fuck on Jimin’s desk, revenge is sweet.

I feel like I should’ve done so much more with the confession, so I’m glad you liked it, I really doubted myself on that one.

“Aaaaaaaaaaand now my panties are flyin off. I can't believe he just finger fucked her on Jimin’s desk with his tattooed digits…” I snorted so hard with laughter that it hurt.

I wanted the whole thing to be like soft but hard? like I have feelings for you but I need that dick, you know?

Jimin watching AND recording, that was such a questionable end for me, I almost didn’t because I feel like it crossed a line. What I was going to do was make her accidentally give jk a hicky and they go back down for everyone to see it, Jimin notices, has the boss pull the security tapes, and it shows them fucking. BUT  I feel like that would be a less smooth ending and it would take away from the instant ending of them planning things together and jk asking her to be his girlfriend, it would’ve just felt less satisfying in my eyes.

I’m so glad and relived that you enjoyed this, I was so nervous, no one has ever paid actual money (even as a charity donation and even though I chose you) for me to write a fic before, so I hope I did well on it for you. Thank you so much again, from the bottom of my heart for donating and commissioning this fic and also being around as my follower for FOREVER DUDE! Now you have a little place here on my blog as well as in my heart where you already live rent free  💕

[illdesigns]

3 H ☁ for mags/pickle? 8)

fic prompts - (jail cell, blackout, lipstick)

It hadn’t been Pickles’ first time in a cell. Or the first time he woke up in one completely unaware of how he had gotten there in the first place. It had just been the first time in a while. The fact that he hadn’t experienced that level of disorientation in a while threw him off. And the realization that he didn’t exactly have a ton of Snakes ‘n’ Barrels money or fame for possible bail set him on edge. He hoped that it was for something minor, just a regular public intoxication, not resisting arrest or armed robbery or some horseshit that might actually take him to court or prison. Again, the money that could help clear this up in a good out of court settlement was far, far from his fingertips at this point.

The sound of a different cell door opening had woken him up. Pickles rubbed his eyes and inhaled sharply. The conversation and lights and smells all flew around like little cartoon birds around his head before settling in his skull to nest painfully. The feeling of nausea and sluggishness associated with a hangover-inducing migraine made him lurch forward for a second, rub his face and smack dry lips.

He sat there for a moment, face in his hands, trying to focus. Phones rang. The distant sound of crying bounced off tile. Muted conversations he heard two words of at best. And right next to him, at his side, a snore. A thin, high one that ended in a click. A snore that was oddly comforting in its immediate familiarity - considering how Pickles would usually wake up to it at three in the morning. Usually accompanied by a nightmare of being eaten alive by a snake, or strangled by vines, only to find long limbs wrapped around him and hair that was not his in his face and mouth. And the source of the snore’s face pressed against him, breathing hotly on his skin and whining at any attempt Pickles made at prying himself free.

Pickles looked down next to him and saw the source in the flesh. Right now, it was a lump of curls with long legs stretched out the length of the bench, boot-clad feet dangling off the edge. He groaned and sat up against the concrete wall before reaching a hand out to shake the lump’s shoulder.

“Magnus,” Pickles muttered. “Magnus. Magnus? Magnus!”

“Five more minutes,” was the muffled response, Magnus’ face buried in the jacket bunched under his head in a makeshift pillow. A hand reached out from under his body to swat Pickles’ away in annoyance.

“Five fuckin’ nothin’, dude, wake your ass up,” he hissed in annoyance. “We’re in jail, dipshit.”

“What?” Magnus jolted awake, legs kicking out, head lifting up to look around at their surroundings. At the realization they were, in fact, in jail, he groaned. “Ohhh, fuck…”

“Yeah, oh fuck!” Pickles replied incredulously. “You know what happened?”

“No? You...don’t?” Magnus heaved himself up with a grunt, stretching his arms and cracking his neck. “Shit.”

Pickles inspected him for clues. He couldn’t see himself, but if he saw his apparent partner in crime, there might be a hint as to how they got here. A vivid bruise was forming on Magnus’ cheek but beyond that, he looked normal. His hair was wild and puffed out like an annoyed cat, his shirt was annoyingly unbuttoned three buttons too far and-

“The fuck’s this?” Pickles asked suddenly, jabbing an accusing finger at his chest.

Black lipstick. Everywhere. On his face, on his neck, leading down into his shirt. Magnus looked down at himself, rubbed one of the marks and looked at his fingers. Pickles rubbed his own lips and saw the back of his hand come back clean. That wasn’t his.

“Lipstick?” said Magnus with a cautious tone. Pickles crossed his arms and sucked his teeth, making Magnus roll his eyes. “We’re not arguing about this of all fuckin’ things right now! And you, you’re covered in the shit too!”

He dragged another finger across Pickles’ face and showed it to him. Red. Okay, fine. What’s good for the goose was good for the...other...goose. But that doesn’t negate the fact that there was an implication of two missing people in this equation. One of whom was wearing black lipstick and was going to get a thorough fucking talking to if Pickles got his hands on them. Pickles looked around at the slumped over drunks and surly faces that were their new roommates. None of them struck Pickles as his type and while Magnus had lower standards, their faces were bare too.

“Mag. Don’t fuck with me. If you remember anything, tell me, dude!” Pickles begged. He didn’t even care about the lipstick at this point. He just wanted some kind of answer. “Even if it involves you new lil’ girlfriend or whatever-”

“Man, if you don’t shut the fuck up about this I’m kicking a drum in when we get home,” snapped Magnus in turn. “Like, what if we had a foursome, lucky us! So drop it. We need to...call...someone…”

Pickles decided he was going to pout. That was an easier solution than trying to figure out how they got into this mess, or how they would get out. A hand found his knee, which he jerked away pettily, pulling a heavy sigh from Magnus. They sat like that in silence for a moment. For a long moment, it seemed, as Pickles found himself blinking and opening his eyes to someone being escorted out of the cell. It was cold. He still had a headache. He was sore. And now he was cold on top of everything.

The cold was okay. But the chills that his hangover gave him on top of everything was almost embarrassing, feelings as if everyone could hear his teeth chatter over the commotion going around them. But he sat and suffered and wondered where his jacket went. It was October, so he had to have worn it out. That was his good jacket with the fun patches. He was going to be so mad if he couldn’t fucking find it again. It was probably already lost forever.

The shivering was offset by the feeling of denim being tucked around his shoulders. Pickled was jerked out of his thinking and he slipped his arms inside the sleeves. They fell over his hands like a kid playing dress up, but it was warm. And smelled like cigarettes and sandalwood and sweat and...Magnus.

“Thanks,” Pickles said softly, cowed by the simple gesture into dropping his anger. Magnus grunted in response. “Thank youuuu.”

“Welcome,” was the reply. Magnus looked over at Pickles and cocked a brow. “You still pissed off at me for something you did too?”

Pickles blinked.

“No,” he grumbled. “Sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” Magnus chuckled as he spoke, nudging Pickles’ foot with his own. Pickles nudged in turn. Jail footsies wasn’t what he pictured when he said yes to the offer of dropping acid and watching Star Wars as a date a few months ago, but it somehow felt fitting. “Very grown of you, Pickles.”

Before Pickles could say something back, the cell door rolled up.

“Hammersmith? And…” the officer sighed. “Drummer? Bail’s posted.”

“Oh, thank fuck! Me! Us!” Pickles yelped, jumping up and waving awkwardly like it was a roll call.

“You call someone?” asked Magnus as they walked out. Pickles shook his head, slipping his arm in Magnus’ to draw him close. “I didn’t. Who the hell-”

“Me,” a voice rumbled next to them, making them both jump. “You uh...you called me. For some reason.”

The source and their savior was a very displeased, very sleepy Nathan Explosion. Who was standing trying to look stern despite his grogginess in a stained hoodie and pajama pants. Pickles started in surprise, looking up at Magnus for an answer, who shrugged.

“So, you thought drowing in a goddamn fountain was gonna go well, Pickles? Or spitting at a fuckin’ cop, Magnus?” scolded Nathan. “And don’t you two have any other friends? Shit, we’ve hung out three times, y’all.”

So that’s what happened. Why the kid they knew through their dealer was the first number in either of their brains was yet another question they didn’t have the answers for. Or why he posted their bail. Or why they both felt properly reprimanded by someone who was probably in middle school when they were graduating. But things just happen.

“We do, but! Thanks man!” Pickles said happily, reaching out to pat Nathan on the shoulder. “You’re a good one. Our new best friend.”

Nathan rolled his eyes, trying to tug the smile on his face back into a frown. Pickles chuckled to himself as he reached inside of Magnus’ jacket to steal his cigarettes, if he still had them, pulling out a piece of paper instead.

Had a real fun time. Call us. Staci and Luna. XOXOXO.

“Hey!” the call jolted Pickles from his thoughts before he could even process what he was looking at.

The three turned their heads to the source of the sound. Faces pressed against the bars of the next to where Magnus and Pickles had been, two women peered out at them with wide grins. And smeared red and black lipstick on their mouths. One shook her extended thumb and pinky against her head and mouthed “Call me!” while the other blew a kiss. Nathan whistled a sharp note, nodding his approval when Magnus and Pickles looked back at him.

“Good job,” he said before patting Magnus’ arm. “Let’s get you guys home.”

The cold night air was more than welcome when they stepped out into it. The smell of falling leaves, crisp autumn and freedom. Nathan jerked his head at the beat up pickup parked in front of the station and popped the seat back for one of them. Pickles climbed in the back, immediately regretting the decision when both seats were crammed against him to make room for two sets of long legs. But it didn’t matter. If he remembered right, their apartment wasn’t too far away, and it was made alright when a hand reached into the back and found his knee. He smiled and set his own hand on top of it. Nathan gazed into the backseat for a second, eyes scanning Pickles’ face before looking down at the obvious affection, and cocked his head before starting the truck.

“Ohhh!” he said after a few minutes of silence, making both Magnus and Pickles turn tired gazes at him. “Your apartment only has one room!”

They really shouldn’t have laughed. He did drive out in the middle of the night and bust them out. But it couldn’t be helped.

[mightyfineblog]

‘Stand By Me’ -4-

Ben Hardy x Reader

Ch. 4

Summary: You are moving in your boyfriend’s flat. As you unpack, you remember the long road you two have walked down from when you met to where you are now.

Chapter summary: This chapter brings back a thigh clenching memory from last year, when Ben was on set of Bohemian Rhapsody, and you accidentally called him Roger. Oopps. So embarrassing for sure, but wait a minute. Did he just call you a groupie?

And why is Joe so suspiciously asking you two out to dinner?

Words (this chapter): 2.2k Warnings:  fluff, smut, oral, name calling. No angst or tears this time.

So here is. Enjoy:

“Mmm” you snort, as you shuffle around searching to get to the blanket “Mso cold.” You growl, as you try to get it off Ben.

He snorts, turning on his side towards you.

“C’mere baby” he curls his arms around your waist, pulling you in his brace, pulling the blanket over your entangled bodies “Betta?”

“Mhmm” you groan against his chest. The corners of your lips curl into a smile, as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, while your hand is gently placed behind his neck. You close your eyes once again, feeling the moment.

Morning like these. Nothing in the world compares to the feeling of waking up in your boyfriend’s arms. His flushed cheeks and messy locks.

“I could stay like this forever” you murmur, planting gentle kisses along the side of his neck.

“Then let’s stay for a while longer.” Ben’s deep husky morning voice sends shivers from your head to toe.

“So sexy.” you sigh, biting your lip, at which he only lets a throaty moan.

“You’re the sexy one.” He flutters his eyelids open, rubbing them with his free hand.

You smile and climb onto of him straddling his waist, you lay you head over his chest.

“Your heart is pounding.” You lift your head to give his plump morning lips a chasteful kiss.

“All you baby” his hands brush over your hips.

“Shall we have breakfast and then unpack the rest of my things?” you draw circles on his shoulder.

“Glad you brought it up, I’m so hungry.” He growls, gently stroking your hair.

After another hour of snuggles, kisses and under the warm blankets, kisses and soft caresses, the two of you finally get up.

Opting for bagels with crunchy peanut butter and berry jelly, you get dressed.

Rolling up your sleeves, you open another box labelled ‘Accessories’.

“So I’d say these” you gesture the pile in front of you, “Go into the back of the closet, because I use them less.”

“Sure, baby, put them whatever you see fit. Just be careful with MY stuff.” He waves it off.

You push the box further, but stop at a plastic case at the very back.

“Hmm. What do we have here?” You bring the case into daylight. “A full on Roger Taylor costume. And, oh the wig.” You giggle.

The outfit reminds you of one particular moment from last year. It was the first few weeks of filming Bohemian Rhapsody. The set was just outside London. All crew members were settles in their trailers on the field, right next to where the stage for Live Aid was build.

You hum at the tingling feeling of that memory. Taking a seat on the bed, your hands brush along the shirt that was in the case.  Closing your eyes you travel back to that particular day.

…

September 2017

Somewhere outside London, UK

Knock Knock

“I said I’ll be out in 5.”

Knock Knock

“Bloody hell, do you ever” Ben stands up from the couch and opens the door.

“Hope I’m not intruding.” I murmur, stepping back from his forceful gesture.

“Fuck, baby.” He chuckles shaking his head. “Noo. Come on in.” he extends his arm for me.

“Sorry I didn’t announce my visit Mr. Hardy, but the MI5 radio was broken this morning.” I playfully snort with snobby manner.

He chuckles, pulling me in for a hug “I’m glad you came over.”

“Are you now?” I give him a sweet pout with my lips.

“Msorry, I’m just so stressed out with this role.” His hands gesture his outfit.

“That’s why I came over.” I walk backwards pulling him by his vest, until the back of my legs touch the end of the bed. He takes a few steps with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Yeah?” he cocks his head to the side lifting an eyebrow.

“Come here, pretty boy.” I coo as I hop on the bed. He follows, snuggling me  in his brace.

“Mmm” I moan nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck “I like these…” my fingers toy with the necklaces hanging on his chest. “Any your random shirt” I trace the collar,

“Opened just perfect” I murmur against his neck.

He hums with a big smirk on his face, as the hand wrapped around my back squeezes tighter, eventually making me throw a leg over his, giving me a half-straddled position.

I just can’t keep my hands off him. Something about this outfit is tingling a little something inside of my stomach. My hand tugs gently at his wig, as I nip on his neck.

His hand keeping my hip secure over him, traveling up and down until he finally slides it under the skirt. Brushing his fingers around my bum, he grabs ahold of it, earning a squeak from me.

“Fuck. Come here, baby.” He growls, as he roughly drags me on top of him. Placing wet and sloppy kisses all around my neck, his hands grind me down onto his lap.

“Aah.” I gasp burying my fingers in his wig keeping him pressed against my showing cleavage.

“You like that? Hm?” his husky voice melting me in his hands. “Grinding down on me?” he quirks a brow.

“Mmm Roger.” You throw your head back as my hips pick up the pace, bringing painfully slowly to the friction I’m craving.

“What?” he pulls away. “You just called me Roger, babe.” He pushes me by the shoulders.

“Shit, I’m so sorry baby.” I chuckle trying to hide down my embarrassment.

“Hmm” he licks his lips “Get over here.” He flips us over, making me lay flat on my back. Hovering between my legs he spreads the apart with his knee. Pressing down his hips he pins me against the bed, making me moan softly, as I stare between our bodies.

“Do you want ‘Roger’ to fuck you, petal?” he coos above my lips, barely touching them.

“Would I be such a bad girlfriend if I said yes?” I wriggle underneath him.

“Not a single bit.” He confides with soft voice. “In fact” he pins my hands above my head “I’ve always dreamed of having a groupie” he coos close enough for me to squirm under his breath.

“We gotta be quick, doll. I ain’t got long.” He grunts, as his free hand roams up and down your body. “And keep it down.”

“Please. I’ve always wanted to be fucked by a rock star, who also happens to play my boyfriend too.” Is all the wit I manage to pull off.

“You’re so fine, love.” His lips tremble on my chest.

“God. You’re squirming little existence is turning me on so much. I’m going to fuck you, and you won’t protest, will ya?”

“No. No it won’t” I shake my head in anticipation. His hand rolls my skirt up.

“So impatient. I love me a cute lil slut today.” He drags a finger on the outside of my knickers, making my head fall back at the new friction. And he does it again, earning a loud moan from my lips.

“Shh” his hand moves from my wrists to my mouth.

He stands up and quickly shoves down his pants and belt.

“Keep your clothes on B-Roger.” I lazily ask with a finger on my lips.

Grabbing my hips, he pulls me over to the edge of the bed. One of his hands glides over my stomach and waist. His hand firmly glides from my throat to my chest, slowing down around my breast. His finger pinches and rolls my nipple, making me squirm even more.

“How does that feel?” he continues to touch me over my t shirt.

“Mmgood” I whine squinting my eyes, as I push my chest up to his grip even more “Please, oh, yes that feels so good.”

“Look at you.” He coos over me. “Poor little thing. So needy.”

He pulls me even closer to him. I achingly look over at his erected shaft, while his hands work my breasts, making my nipples even more sensitive than they already were.

“Get down, love.” He commands, and I know what he wants.

“Suck me. Suck me good.” He smirks with his eyebrows furrowed.

I slip in his feet, the most obedient way I can. I bring my lips to his glistening tip. I place a few soft kisses, before taking as much as I can in my mouth.

He grunts “Fuck, your tiny little mouth! Damn. Made for blowing.” He hand grips at my hair pushing me further, making me groan from deep within my throat.

“A good little groupie you are!” he moans as I bob my head up and down on his hard.

“Easy, easy now.” He stops my head, taking a moment to study my face.

“All drooling and messy. But you don’t get to finish me off yet.” He brings me up and tosses me onto the bed.

Placing my legs over his shoulders, he licks his lips, and lines himself at my entrance.

“Please.” I grunt, but before I can say anything else I feel him slamming inside of me in one harsh move. “Fuck” I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut, while my hands grasp the sheets from each aide. At last, being filled by his cock, stretching me out, it almost hurts.

He hisses at the view underneath him, not spending another still second he starts fucking me mercilessly.

“Fuck. Baby.” I can feel him pooling in my arousal.

“What an amazing cunt.” He grunts. His words only adding to the heat building up inside of me.

“Do you like fucking me? Am I good enough shag for Roger Taylor?” I tilt my head to the side, squirming, trying my best to hold a normal voice from his hard ramming into me.

“So fucking good.” He whimpers picking up the pace. Yanking my hips to the sides, he cradles closer. Hovering over me, his lips find my neck. Nipping and biting over my pulsating veins, he reaches deeper in my core. Hitting one particular spot, giving me a heated burning feeling every time he presses against it. My hands release the sheets, finding their way into his hair, tugging on it, keeping his head on my neck and chest.

“Fuck, I’m so close. I’m so close.” I whine, as he bites on my collarbone.

“I’m almost there.” He growls, as his hand travels down between our bodies. His thumb finds my clit. Just from the pure friction of his dry thumb is enough to send my eyes rolling at the back of my head. I let a poem of cursing while my body is squirming and shaking, back arching, reaching my powerful orgasm.

“Aghh” he growls “You tight pussy convulsing onto my cock, shit, I’m coming.” He releases his long held hot mess with deep groans and toe curling motion. The way he closes his eyes is pure bliss for me, I can come again just from the flushes look on his cheeks.

“Baby. Baby” I pant.

“My personal groupie to fill up.” He gulps, before pressing a kiss onto my lips.

Ben stays still for a while longer, buried inside of me. I stroke the hair on his wig, as he places soft kisses all along my shoulder.

Finally pulling away, he grunts while putting his pants back up.

“Please.” I give him puppy eyes “Cuddle with me.”

“Hmm” he smirks shaking his head.

“Hey. You.” I throw a pillow at him to catch his attention. “I want my boyfriend back.”

He smiles warmly and crawls onto the bed, laying by my side. Stuffing a few pillows he rests his back against the wall.  Pulling me in his arms, I sigh from exhaustion.

“I didn’t know shagging a rock star could be so…” I lift my shoulders.

“So, what?” he moves a few strands of hair off my face.

“Exciting. It was like, a stranger was screwing me.” I bury my head in his arm feeling the tiniest bit of embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s alright baby girl.” He lifts my chin up “We don’t have to do it again if you don’t want to.” He kisses my nose, helping me relax my tensed muscles.

“I think I liked it.” I bite my lip, trying to avoid eye contact. he chuckles and kisses my cheek.

…

“Love?” you hear Ben shouting from the living room.

“Baby?” you hear him again, quickly flicking your eyelashes open.

“Huh? What? Did you say something?” you shake your head.

“Joe is inviting us for dinner. You wanna go?” he lifts a brow as his graze traces from you to the case and back.

“Yeah, sure. Be there.” You nod.

“Oh and uuh, he said to wear something fancier, we’re going to the Clos Maggiore.”

“Okay…. S a bit weird. Joe isn’t into such posh places.”

“I know” he makes a grimace “something ‘bout a surprise, idk” he places his hand over the speaker of the phone.

“Alight, cool. Tell him we’ll be there.” You leave the case aside and stand up. Passing by Ben you place a kiss on his cheek and skip to the bathroom to get ready.

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[despairforme]

     ‘ Dreamcatcher tattoos ‘ was a pretty LAME name. Nnoitra wouldn’t even have considered walking in there if it hadn’t been familiar. While he wasn’t opposed to trying something new, he wanted to make sure that he got a skilled tattoo artist. He happened to know that Kyota had been working here for a while, and since he couldn’t think of a more talented artist than him, he figured that this was the sort of place who hired SKILLED people. Their standards were probably high. Of course, Nnoitra wouldn’t have gone here if he thought he would run into Kyota. Even he could see how insensitive something like that would be. Nnoitra didn’t have any wish to cause the tattoo artist – his ex – any sort of problems. In any case, there was no chance of him running into Kyota, who hadn’t showed up at the studio for months.

     Nnoitra entered the shop, his attention caught briefly by the ringing of a bell, signaling his arrival. The studio wasn’t ‘ fancy ‘, but neither did it look like a common street-shop. There were various pieces of art decorating the walls, and a comfortable waiting area with well-used chairs. By the front desk, there was an exhibition of piercings, some looked pretty expensive. Nnoitra briefly mused over the fact that Grimmjow had gotten his bellybutton pierced. For a bet, right? What an idiot. It brought a small smile to his face just thinking about it, or rather – about him.

     He headed over to the front desk, and leaned against it. There was nobody manning the front desk currently, but he didn’t mind waiting. He studied the artwork on the wall above the counter. Having dated a tattoo artist, Nnoitra actually had a little bit of knowledge about tattoos, and could recognize the designs as traditional Japanese. Dragons, geisha and --- what were those dogs called again? Nnoitra didn’t get the chance to try to think back to when he had been told about these designs, because someone approached him. Nnoitra turned his attention to the man, and straightened himself up from leaning on the counter. He noted that the other’s expression changed to slight surprise, now that he got to see just how tall Nnoitra was.

     ❝ Yo. ❞ Nnoitra greeted, cocking his head back all casually. The man was much smaller than himself, with pierced ears and bleached hair. Silver hair. See, it wasn’t just Grimmjow who was in his late 20s and still dyed his hair!

     ❝  Welcome! I’m sorry I wasn’t here to attend you. I’m Kimura Katsu, how can I help you? ❞  The man introduced himself with a Japanese name, and that meant his first and last name had swapped places. This made it even more difficult for Nnoitra to remember, but thankfully ‘ Katsu ‘ was a short name. He repeated it a few times in his head in order to at least attempt to remember it.

     ❝ ‘S fine. ❞ A small shrug was given. It was a good thing that the guy was busy, right? It meant this was a popular place, which mean lots of people trusted these tattoo artists to not fuck up their skin. ❝ I’m lookin’ ‘ta get tattooed. ❞ Might as well cut to the chase. Nnoitra had wondered how he was supposed to walk into a tattoo shop and say with a straight face that he wanted to get a couple tattoo. With his boyfriend. It had SEEMED like a problem, but after the whole ordeal he had been through now, it just wasn’t that big of a deal anymore. If anything, Nnoitra was so fucking happy to still be together with Grimmjow, that he didn’t think it was embarrassing to want to get a couple tattoo. ❝ Me ‘n my partner- ❞ Nnoitra rarely talked about Grimmjow to others, and he never referred to him as anything other than his ‘ friend ‘. Sure, he could’ve just made this tattoo artist think that he wanted to get a friendship tattoo with his best friend or something, but no. Nnoitra wanted to do this properly, without pretending it was something else. He didn’t have to be ASHAMED of being together with a guy. It didn’t make him girly or weak or anything like that. Right? So, he decided to correct himself. ❝ - My boyfriend. ❞ He watched the tattoo artist’s expression, to see if he was judging. The other’s face didn’t change at all, he was still smiling politely, just like he had been a moment ago. ❝ We wanna get some matchin’ tattoos. Just a pair ‘a simple ones. ‘S that somethin’ that ya’ll do here? ❞ If they didn’t do couple tattoos here, then there was no need for Nnoitra to waste his time.

     ❝ We do them. ❞  Katsu said with a small nod. Nnoitra thought there was a bit of hesitation in his voice though. He arched his brow, as if to urge him on to say what was wrong. ❝ I know it’s really not my place, but as someone who has seen people make decisions about their skin they have regretted later on, I have to ask if you’re both completely sure you want this? A tattoo is something you’ll have for life. ❞  It was obvious, even to Nnoitra, that Katsu was uncomfortable, even though he was being what Nnoitra would describe as ‘ professional ‘. Nnoitra knew why he asked, of course. Relationships could end, and who would want to walk around with their ex’ name on them? But he really was CERTAIN that he and Grimmjow would stay together. Grimmjow had asked him, or – told him – to stay with him forever. Nnoitra was never going to leave him. They loved each other. This tattoo artist didn’t know anything about them or what they had been through, and Nnoitra didn’t want to share DETAILS with him, and saying something like ‘ we love each other and will stay together forever ‘ was simply… Too much for him. Referring to Grimmjow as his boyfriend had been a big enough step. Instead of saying anything about his relationship with Grimmjow, Nnoitra rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie, to flash an insanely skinny wrist. It even surprised himself to see how skinny he was, and it put him off for a moment, but then he held it up for the other to see. What was he showing him? Oh, the tattoo he had gotten in his last relationship. There was a small, black infinity symbol.

     ❝ It’s from my ex. No matter what happens, I ain’t gonna regret nothin’. ❞ Basically, he was showing Katsu that he was the sort of guy to make bad decisions. Though, Nnoitra didn’ regret that tattoo, or the two others he had.

     ❝ I see. Well, I’ve done my duty of asking now, but since this is something you’ve done before you know what you’re getting yourself into. ❞  Oh, this guy was pretty REAL wasn’t he? Nnoitra would rather have people be like that with him. ❝ Have you and your partner thought about designs? ❞

     ❝ Yeah. I’m gonna be gettin’ a sun, ‘n he’s gettin’ a moon. ❞ Was it lame? Nnoitra didn’t even know. He had seen online that it was actually a pretty ‘ common ‘ couple tattoo to get, but that didn’t bother him. Seeing as these symbols actually had meaning to them. Why should they care that others also had such couple tattoos? They hadn’t got shit to do with their relationship. ❝ I was thinkin’ ‘a gettin’ it here. ❞ Nnoitra pointed to the inside of his forearm, right beneath his elbow ditch. ❝ We’ve both gotten tattooed before. ❞ That was the sort of thing tattoo artists liked to know. ❝ I’ve got ‘da ‘lil tattoo on my wrist, ‘n on my tongue - ❞ He briefly dipped his tongue out to show off the ‘ 5 ‘ there ( it needed to be refreshed, honestly ). ❝ ‘N I also got this one. ❞ He tugged his hoodie down a little, to show the top of some sketchy letters spelling ‘ Santa Teresa ‘.❝ ‘N he’s got a tattoo on his lower back, ‘n also beneath his eyes. ❞ So they weren’t going to be fucking pussies about getting tattoos. Nnoitra knew that dealing with people who were getting their first tattoos was difficult. Having dated a tattoo artist came in handy.

     ❝ Looks like you’ve really prepared for this, hm? ❞  The other mused with a small smile. ❝ What kind of style would you prefer? ❞

     ❝ Black ‘n grey ‘fo ‘sho. ‘Ta match ‘da rest ‘a my tattoos. I ain’t ‘bout that color. ❞ He said, shaking his head like the thought of a colorful tattoo was really off-putting. Which it was. He wasn’t a fucking happy-go-lucky guy who would wear permanent color on his skin. ❝ We just want somethin’ simple, but I don’t want it ‘ta be too small. Gotta be able ‘ta tell wha’ it is, ‘n don’t gimme any ‘a that girly shit. ❞ He was a MAN, and he wanted a manly tattoo. Not one of those fucking ‘ instagram tattoos ‘. He’d rather have a burn mark.

     ❝ So, you want something strong. Something that’s easily visible and legible. Simple, but not simplistic. ❞  It seemed like Katsu was talking mostly to himself, nodding a bit like he was making mental notes.

     ❝ Yeah, ‘daz right. Neither ‘a us can draw, so if ya wanna do it, I’mma leave it ‘ta ya ‘ta draw ‘da designs. ❞ He could trust this guy to do a good job, right? It seemed like he understood what Nnoitra wanted. That he understood that even though Nnoitra was dating a guy, he didn’t want some faggot tattoo. No fucking rainbows or flowers or that shit. Just a SUN. And a moon for Grimmjow.

     ❝ I’d like to draw them. But I want to draw something that matches your personalities. I think I have a good idea about how yours is going to look. ❞  Oh, was it that easy to read his personality? GOOD. Nnoitra wanted everyone to understand what sort of person he was. That he was a STRONG MAN. ❝ I’d really like it if you could tell me a bit about your boyfriend? What sort of person is he? ❞  This made Nnoitra pause. He never talked about Grimmjow, so it was a bit difficult to just all of a sudden describe him to a stranger. What sort of a person was Grimmjow? The BEST type. If that was a type. But anyone would say that about the person they loved.

     ❝ He’s… ❞ He tried to come up with something that would describe Grimmjow. ❝ He’s ‘da sort ‘a guy ya’d turn ‘round ‘n look at if ya passed him on ‘da street. ‘N that ain’t just ‘cause he’s got fuckin’ blue hair ‘n he’s missin’ an arm. He’s just so fuckin’ bright. ❞ How FUCKING LAME! But this was how Nnoitra saw Grimmjow. He saw him as someone who brightened up everything, wherever he went. Like the sun. ❝ He’s fuckin’ snarky as hell, ‘n he uses sarcasm all ‘da time. ‘N he’s loud when he talks, ‘n somehow he always knows what’s ‘da right thing ‘ta say. ❞ Always. No matter how low Nnoitra got, Grimmjow – somehow – always managed to pull him back up. Above water. ❝ He’s strong. He ain’t no fuckin’ pussy. ❞ There was another pause, while Nnoitra wondered if he should say the last thing he was thinking about. The tattoo artist patently waited. Fuck it. ❝ ‘N he saved my life. ❞ Yeah. He saved his life. Nnoitra COULDN’T live without him. Grimmjow had said that he wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for him, and now – the same was true for Nnoitra. Without Grimmjow, he really wouldn’t survive. He wouldn’t want to survive. Katsu was still smiling, and he gave a small nod.

     ❝ I think I know what kind of moon I will draw for him. ❞

     Nnoitra ended up leaving the tattoo studio with an appointment set for next week. It was just a consultation though, and he would bring Grimmjow so that they could look at the designs the tattoo artist had drawn. Nnoitra could hardly wait to tell Grimmjow! Finally, they would be getting those tattoos! If ever there was a time to get them, it was now. After everything they had been through, Nnoitra felt even closer to Grimmjow. It was an amazing feeling.

[eeveedel]

Hiiii. Any chance of us getting a small snippet from FIO to celebrate author’s appreciation day? Or could we know what they’re up to today? Also, I adore you and you’re the best human and this fandom doesn’t deserve you at all but I’m so thankful you’re here 💞

hiii so I didn’t post this yesterday bc I had a rather hectic day but I thought I would give y’all a lil something now. I hope you enjoy xx

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Louis pushed himself back into Alex’s arms and closed his eyes, just feeling Alex and all his warm, naked skin behind him, his heavy, wiry arm was slung around Louis’s middle. Alex’s mouth was pressed to the back of Louis’s ear, breathing hot air and tickling Louis’s hair.

The omega sighed happily and lifted up a hand, holding Alex’s limp fingers where they were draped over Louis’s belly.

“I love you, alpha,” Louis murmured, and Alex kissed the back of his ear.

“I love you, too, omega,” Alex told him, and then nosed into his ear, “You smell good, little doll.”

Louis giggled, squeezing Alex’s hand again.

“I smell like you,” Louis said.

“A little,” Alex admitted, “But mostly you just smell like you. And that’s the best part.”

Alex kissed him again, and then again, and again, little kisses rained down against the back of Louis’s ear and then down his neck. Louis giggled and shrieked, kicking his legs a bit.

“Alpha!” he squealed, squeezing Alex’s fingers again. Alex chuckled and then gave him one final kiss before sighing and settling against the back of Louis’s neck.

“Christ, I’m going to love you forever, you know that?” Alex said, “No matter what you do, I’m always going to love you.”

Louis smiled to himself, and slotted his fingers with Alex’s own.

“I know, baby,” Louis said, “I’m always going to love you, too.”

“Yeah?” Alex asked. His voice was light, but Louis could catch a bit of hesitation in his voice, like he didn’t completely believe him. Louis squeezed his alpha’s hand twice and pushed himself close to Alex again.

“Always,” Louis said, pressing on the word, “You’re always going to be my alpha.”

Alex was quiet for a moment, and then he kissed Louis again, but this time his lips pressed down over Louis’s bond mark. Louis shuddered a bit, but still whined happily. He felt Alex smile against his neck and then the alpha settled down there, his nose in Louis’s neck and his lips on his bond mark.

They laid like that in silence for a while, their bodies pressed close and their hands still intertwined over Louis’s belly. Louis’s eyes felt heavy, and he wanted to fall asleep right there and not bother getting up and going to bed.

His eyes were closed and he was on the verge of falling asleep when he heard the front door click open.

Alex cursed softly as the lights flicked on. He moved quickly and covered Louis’s cock with his hand, and Louis sighed as he heard Harry’s footsteps come into the living room and then promptly stop.

“So,” Harry said, “You two have fun while I was away?”

“Don’t look,” Alex grumbled.

“I can’t see anything, dumb ass,” Harry sighed, “I’ll go get you a blanket.”

Harry’s footsteps receded down the hallway, and then returned a few minutes later. When Louis opened his eye he saw the other alpha was carrying a big blanket from the hall closet. He smiled at Louis when he saw his eyes were open, and then he unfolded the blanket and draped it over Alex and Louis. He smoothed it down a bit, just over top of Louis’s body, and stroked his hand over Louis’s side as he did so. Then he leaned down and kissed Louis’s temple, making the omega blush and squirm.

“C’mon, little brother, where’s my kiss?” Alex asked, his voice muffled against Louis’s hair.

“You’re not getting one from me, not when your cock is out under this blanket,” Harry said flatly. Louis snorted, and he shifted to look at Harry fully. Harry had taken off his suit jacket and he was just in his button down and tie, although the tie loosened a bit around his neck and he had his sleeves pushed up. His crucifix laid down proudly over top of his tie, and it winked at Louis even in the dimness of the living room.

“Thank you, Harry,” he murmured, and Harry smiled back at him.

“Of course, love.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and glanced at them, then took a step back.

“Good night, you two.”

“Night,” Alex mumbled, just as Louis said, “Good night, Harry.”