#could i have given him more chest hair?? yes but i got lazy lmao

[jamesbukkakebarnes]

Shrunkyclunks AU where Steve posts a thirst trap and human disaster Bucky drunkenly comments on it (Steve slides into his dms later anyway~)

aka basically, i saw this post and i was immediately like ugh so buckycore so i ended up making this at like 3 am?? 🥴

^ one w/o the ig caption 😌

im getting a little better at animating i think? idk it was fun (and relaxing. drawing steve's tits as a break from studying is always nice sgsgsjsj)

[venusbby]

lazy day? lazy day

☆ chigiri hyoma x reader, fluff

+ wrote this because im just not having the best day today lmao. but i was really excited to write for chigiri at the same time so here u go <3 its so short sorry lol

"what are you staring at?"

"nothing."

you continued to stare despite saying that you're not. chigiri hummed at that, giving you a pointed look from across the room, carrying on with the task of brushing through his hair as he checked his appearance in the mirror.

from your comfy position on the bed, it was truly a beautiful sight. you could see his reflection in the huge mirror that he stood in front of. you didn't feel your lips curving into a smile as you took in the details, your mind completely surrendered to what you observed. your lover had given up on what he was doing by that time, trying to figure out what you were thinking. his eyes followed you through the mirror as you swiftly stood up and made your way over.

"let me do it." you mumbled, taking the hairbrush from him and he let you.

chigiri's effort in holding back his grin went to waste. he just found it really adorable that you wanted to do it even if it meant that you'd have to crane your neck to look up. "is that the reason you were staring?"

his teasing tone was enough to bring warmth to your face.

you drew your fingers through his smooth, crimson strands. he sighed. it had been a while since you did that.

i had been a while since you both did anything, really.

the entire week was exhausting for the both of you. from his constant matches to your constant work projects, there wasn't really a day where you got to spend time together without some sort of interruption. but today was not that day and he's so glad because he could finally enjoy your presence.

"have you ever put your hair in a bun?" you asked, trying to recover from his knowing eyes boring into yours from the reflection. you could easily hide behind him so he wouldn't see your face, but you couldn't just give up.

before answering he shifted, placing his feet far apart so he could come down to your height. you cursed, obviously annoyed that he found this so funny, causing him to laugh.

"i have," chigiri answered sincerely, as if he isn't standing in front of you looking like an idiot with his legs so far apart. you shook your head and grabbed a hairtie from him, gathering his thick hair in one hand and slowly pulling it into a low bun.

it took a few more rounds of the hairtie, and once you were done you took a few steps back.

he just keeps getting prettier.

chigiri turned around, not in that ridiculous position anymore, which meant he was towering over you a little. you smiled, adjusting his hair from the front as well.

"thanks. now i can do what i want to do without my hair in the way."

"..do what exactly?"

his eyes trailed to your lips for a small second before he leaned in while pulling you closer at the same time. your boyfriend didn't like wasting time when it came to these things. your hands locked around his neck as his travelled from your waist to your face, lips connecting in a sweet kiss that made your grip on him tighten.

yes, he didn't like wasting time, but he was also a tease.

so he pulled away just as quickly, winking. "don't mess up the hair now, love."

you lightly smacked his chest, rolling your eyes. "whatever, my job is done. im going back to lazing around."

"and im joining." he replied.

"rock paper scissors over who gets to be the smaller spoon?" you asked while walking back to the bed.

"hell yeah."

[roscgcld]

HEADCANONS + GOJO SATORU || onii-chan

note: this was a few ideas given to me by my beloved 🌸Anon - a bunch of new gojotwins!au headcanons c: this one is a little different compared to my other story, so this is a stand alone one. might turn it into a series if it gets enough love, but we’ll see~ you can read the original ask here!

pronouns: she/her

note: mentions of blood and death and spoilers for volume 8 & 9 of the manga. SUPER LONG by the way lol

gojotwins!au masterlist

twins have always been viewed as a bad omen for the parents - there are high chances of both twins developing no Cursed Technique at all, or have a Cursed Technique that is not desirable. So there had been no hope when one of the wives from the main family of the gojo clan was pregnant, and from what they can tell with twins at that

so it was a huge surprise to not only the elders but the entire jujutsu world when not one, but both of the twins were born with the coveted Six Eyes - something that had never happened in the history of the gojo clan. it was a moment to be celebrated!

if only they knew just what was lies ahead

much to the delight of the elders, the older one of the twins was the boy, satoru, while the girl was born 20 minutes after - it wouldn’t have mattered if it was the other way around, but just having the young boy being the one born first was definitely the icing on the cake

both of you were an absolute headache to deal with, causing so much chaos and mayhem that the elders had wondered if they should have celebrated at the idea of having two Six Eyes users under the same house was a good thing

the both of you trained together throughout your younger years, with satoru becoming super overprotective even though you were twins - he understood from a young age that the both of you were starting at different levels of footing because of your gender

yes, you are a girl - but at 7 years old you had exorcise a Grade-Two Curse by yourself with no more than an annoyed click of your tongue and a snap of your fingers, walking away whilst whining about how it got your favourite dress dirty

with that being said though, he loves to tease you are still the younger one between the both of you, and had teased you about how you should refer to him as ‘onii-chan’ instead of his first name

“come on, Y/N~ it’s a sign of respect~”

“i am going to spend you to outer space one of these days.”

the two of you were already known about the jujutsu world way before you even became old enough to enroll in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College - you two were even allowed to enter without an interview with the then principal of the school

who would want to waste their time interviewing two highly over qualified teenagers anyway?

the first time you met geto and shoko, they were both intimidated by your sheer presence. the both of them have heard talks about the gojo twins entering their year as a pair

so when they had first met you, standing there in your uniform with your bright blue eyes hiding behind a pair of blacked out sunglasses and an indifferent look on your face - they definitely felt a shiver go through their bodies

however, when they saw your twin brother appearing behind you with the biggest grin, hugging you from behind whilst you scowled and tried to push his head away - they were definitely less intimidated now

“now, now, Y/N-chan, stop being so scary~”

“nii-chan, i am giving you three seconds to let go of me.”

the two of you quite the duo, especially when you two are always pinned against one another with more difficult and more challenging missions compared to when you were under the care of the gojo clan 

geto felt less pressure to match up to his friend, since satoru and Y/N are always at each other’s throat - wanting to outmatch the other and one up the other with silly things like Curse head counts and how difficult its level is

with that being said, satoru is very protective of you - if any so much as speaks poorly of you, he would not hesitate to put them in their place

“oya? what makes you think you can speak of my baby sister like that?” satoru had hummed towards the small group of men, who were commenting on how beautiful the young woman was followed by a lot of unsavoury comments. 

satoru still sported his casual smile, yet there was a certain air around him that made them shut their mouths up real fast. “mind repeating that? just want to make sure that i have a good enough reason to put your lazy asses six feet underground..”

after that specific incident by the way, satoru had you and your friends out on a little excursion around tokyo - where they just did a bunch of stupid things together to calm down

you can read him like the back of a book though, so when both of your friends went away to browse through some shelves in a video game store, you just wrapped your arms around your brother with a smile. “you know, nii-chan, you don’t need to go about protect my honour. i’m a big girl now.”

he’d just blink down at you before giving you a soft but genuine smile, petting the top of your head with one of his hand while the other was resting inside of his pocket. “if i don’t protect you, who am i going to protect?”

that statement was proven during your second year - a cursed user had overpowered you and shoko and had taken the both of you hostage. the curse user had practically beaten you into a pulp, knowing that you were the stronger one between the two

shoko had been tied up and beaten as well, but you were definitely taking the brunt of his anger - along with being forced to listen about how he was going to sell you to some low life family that had been trying to get you to marry their sorry excuse of a son. 

you don’t even remember meeting the father of the boy, who had claimed to visit the gojo clan home a few times now

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” the man had gripped as he gripped your hair in his hands, giving you a smirk whilst you scowled over at him in annoyance, blinking the blood out of your eyes from the wound on the top of your head. 

before you can give another snarky answer in reply that will get you another beating, the sound of someone kicking the door in. before either one of you can move, the man suddenly let go of your hair with a pained gasp as someone grabbed his hair and forced his head back, looking up into a pair of glowing blue eyes

“get your filthy hands off my baby sister.”

geto was in charge of taking care of the both of you, leaving the room with a simple reminder to satoru that they needed to bring the man back alive

both of you spending most of your time trying to unlock the many secrets of the Limitless, and how to control it better

during the entire star plasma vessel fiasco, you had stayed by geto’s side. and while you didn’t manage to save rika from being murdered, you had, like gojo, managed to touch the core of cursed energy

toji had ‘killed you’ before he went after geto, yet like satoru, he did not decapitate your head; so you had slowly started to use the reverse curse technique to heal your wounds

so you couldn’t believe satoru’s belief when he found you using reverse cursed technique to heal geto, wrapping you up in his arms while you just smile and hold him as well

the three of you plus shoko had turned to one another for comfort, because along the way you four have grown close to the young girl, and her death really affected all of you

but if there is something bright that came out from this, is that you and your brother had really elevated yourselves to become the strongest duo of the new generation - both pretty much an entire chest above the current active sorcerers

after satoru had calmed down, he had told you about what toji had said to him before his death - about how he has a son that he had planned to sell of to the zen’ins

the two of you went to visit the young boy, discovering that he had an older sister as well; and without hesitation you had taken the both of them under your wing, pulling a few strings behind the scenes while also trying to provide him with as normal as a life as you two could

megumi had viewed you as a mother figure, someone who looked out for him and tsumiki, teaching the two of them life skills like sewing and cooking, making sure they always have warm meals. 

you never miss their birthdays either - always making sure to get them either a cake or a small cupcake with a candle on the top to blow out just for the sake of tradition

sure, satoru loves to spoil them too, but he acted more like their chilled older brother - he definitely relies on you more as a parental figure he had lacked for quite a huge part of his childhood

he had remembered how once, when you had made him his favourite curry and rice after a long week, he just sighed and said, “thanks mum,” before he started to eat his meal 

at first you froze in shock, and  megumi did too - but before the blushing teen can apologise, you had already wrapped him up in your arms as you just cried your heart out

satoru had teasingly asked him if megumi can call him ‘dad’, to which megumi just scowled and sent his divine dogs after your brother

satoru loves to introduce you two as the ‘strongest duo’ by the way - which makes you super awkward and you hate it with a passion. he wasn’t wrong, but it’s still awkward

“we’re the Gojos - the strongest duo out there.”

“please stop calling us that.”

feel like because you’re there, geto might still be on the path to the light lmao - like mans will be a teacher in school and you three will be dub the ‘idiot trinity’ or some bullshit nickname lol - the three biggest troublemakers in the jujutsu world

yet the three most capable ones as well - absolutely drive the higher ups of the jujutsu world insane

with that being said though - the three of you definitely hashed a plan to change the jujutsu world together. even shoko agrees that there should be some change to the old ways of the jujutsu world; so the four of you decided to sign up to work as teachers at Jujutsu High 

the first group of students you took under your wing was the then first years - maki, toge, panda, and eventually yuta when he joined your little class

you are the mother for the students while geto is the responsible dad; satoru is the crazy uncle that is not allowed to supervise the students alone, and shoko is the cool aunt who lets you skip class in her office if you want

all the students have, at one point, just referred to you as ‘mum’ and you had always just accepted that with a soft smile and a pat on the top of their head

even if they are taller than you, they will willingly bend down to your height so you can pet them on the head - even megumi lets you get away with it

when itadori and nobara came into the picture, you had taken them un as your own as well - but you did spend a good 5 minutes laughing with geto at the idea that yuji manages to control sukuna like he is just an annoying imaginary friend in the back of his head that refuses to shut up

you had tried to give them some form of normality and comforts as teenagers, even if many times they were forced into very uncomfortable situations

all in all - it was utter chaos the moment both you and satoru were born. yet it was a miracle nonetheless. many times you prove to the world that your bond is stronger than people think it is, and that you two will go through anything to make sure the other is safe. 

you are the younger one, but the more responsible one too. the motherly figure that everyone turned to, even your friends and brother, who needs comfort and a warm meal. yet if provoked, you can become deadly and kill with no hesitation. it’s because of this, both you and your brother are considered as quite the deadly duo; the strongest ones around. 

© roscgcld — all rights reserved to me, rose, the author and creator of these works. do not repost/translate/claim my work as yours on any platform

[vinnieswife]

Goodbye—>

[Vinnie Hacker]

Precaution->smut,dirty talk,and I think that’s all lmao.

It had only been a few weeks, but it seemed like months since Vinnie last touched you. You had some rough goodbye sex before he left for a short trip to LA, which left you with plenty of material to think about in your spare time. How could anything compare to his lips marking bruises on your neck?

As soon as he dropped his bag at the door, none of you wasted time instead. Both are tangled in bed before they can greet each other well. Their kisses were careless and desperate, but neither of them cared. You certainly didn't.

"I missed you a lot." You whisper while he’s nibbling your neck

His kisses started going down your collarbones leaving bruises and hickeys all over the zone until he reach your breasts,he prepare kisses all over them,under your boobs,after than he just take one of your nipples on his mouth and he begins to swirls his tongue around it,giving it little bites,while he was giving attention with his mouth to your nipple, his hand would pinch the other one given you shivers,at one point he just change and the one who was in his mouth is now being pinched by his hand,and the other is receiving attention from his mouth and tongue.

You can’t say No to him.

Not with his hands playing with your nipples like that.

His kissing went down again kissing your ribs and abdomen slowly reaching for your underwear,kissing all the waistband and your hipbones biting them slightly.

“Can I take this off?”he whispers giving a kiss to your abdomen.

Yo nod your head “words baby,you know the rules”

“Yes,take it off please”

His hand come to you panties taking them of and throwing them into a part of the room.

Vinnie is a tease,and he enjoys being a tease,he start kissing your thighs stroking them with his hand,his kisses go down on your inner thighs,but without touching the place where you need his the most.

Then he plants a kiss on your clit, suddenly his tongue was sliding through your folds. He groaned at the taste of you, he had never tasted anything like you and he found himself burying his face in your pussy, his curls tickling your tighs.

He massaged your clit with his tongue before sucking on your clit roughly.

"V-vinnie please" you moaned.

“look at your pretty pussy baby.....love it”

A smile broke out on his face as his fingers finally met your core, a large moan breaking through your throat. You can hardly control your moans as his fingers hardly pound inside of your pussy, waves of pure bliss engulfing you at the feel. His cold rings adding a level of chill, making you shake as he speeds up.

“always so wet for me right princess?”

He put his lips to your clit and suck roughly and just-you were ruined, Vinnie felt so proud of himself.

"Does that feel good?" He asked sweetly

You moaned his name again,a little bit louder this time grabbing at his curls pulling on them causing his to groan sending vibrations through your pussy,making you shiver.

A few more trusts with his fingers and you come undone in his face and fingers,screaming his name,your chest rising up and down so fast.

When he pulled his fingers out of you,he looks at them for a second before putting them into his mouth,right after he left a kiss on your overstimulated clit.

“Tasting sweet like always princess”he winks at you,making you blush,it don’t matter the times vinnie eat you out,he’s always making you feel a thousand of butterflies on your stomach.

He gets up walking to his nightstand grabbing a condom from the package.

He puts the condom on his cock,slowly teasing you,he troughs his head backwards groaning at the light pleasure.

He put his hand on one side of your head and the other one aligned his ereccion with your pussy,he plays with his tip putting it in and out lightly.

“Vin please,don’t tease I-“

And before you could finish the sentence he had already slipped his dick into your pussy making you squeal.

“I missed you Vin”you moaned.

"Missed you too, damn it. Fuck you feel so good."

His thrusts were deep, and while they hit you in the right places, he was too slow. You needed more, and you could tell he did it from the growls he let out when you moved your hips to meet his.

"Harder ,Vin please."

Any other night you would be ashamed of how complaining and desperate you sound, he probably tease you and make you beg, but not now. You didn't have time for his teasing. You've waited long enough to get it back and now that you had it you weren't going to be modest.

"I - shit, love."

You kept lifting your hips as he slowly pumped you, saying all the things you know he loves to hear. Things that never stop irritating you and are ready to explode.

As you accelerate and hear him drop a special message from Vinnie and you think he will finally give you what you want. Instead, you have a very firm grip on your hip that holds you to the mattress.

"Why?”You complain petulantly

Why was he stopping you? You hadn't seen him in what seemed like years, and you knew he needed you as much as you needed him.

"You have to slow down" he groans,slowing the pace.

You raise your hands to frame his face. He was so perfect like this, his lips red and puffy, his curls stuck to his forehead by the sweat.

"I do not want to".

Twist your hips again, but this time combine it with a good tug on his hair. It was something that you accidentally discovered that he likes and that you always took advantage of.

His eyes close for a moment digging his teeth into his already swollen red lip.

"Uuhh please, I do, I don't want to get there yet. I've missed you too much, I still don't want to,I just want a little more”

The truth was, you missed Vinnie and wanted him to last as long as he could.

So you pulled him close to you, his mouth returned to the hickey he had been working on, and you let him hit you slowly. It is slow and lazy, but very nice.

Your senses are full of Vinnie.All you feel is him and all you can hear is Vinnie cooing compliments in your ear. About how much he missed you, how good you feel, how good you are to him.

Accelerate just the smallest amount, it all gets so overwhelming, and you can feel that familiar spiral in your stomach tighten.

"Vin,I'm going,t-to-" You choke with a moan on his neck, squeezing his shoulders tightly.

"Yes? Will you come for me princess?come for daddy I know how bad you want it"

There is only a small hint of arrogance in his tone, as he kisses your shoulder.

He puts his hand around your throat squeezing lightly with his palm,you feeling the cold of his rings.

The air is getting hotter in the room and the chain that hung from his neck left soft caresses on your breasts.

His grip around your neck becomes tighter this time, encouraging his movements.

"Come with me," you whisper, pleading.

He growls at your neck, a little rougher than usual trying to resist, wanting it to last longer. He wanted to make you come at least once before he got one of his own release, but he’s losing his resolve.

You pull your face off his neck, forcing him to look at you, leaning his forehead against yours.

“You are mine princess”

“I’m yours Vin”

“What do you want love?”

"Vin,I want you to please."

It's the way you look at him that he allows himself to give in. He would always give you what you wanted and if you wanted to join, he would give it to you.

"Fuck baby."

He lifts your leg up and wraps it around his waist, and it's so deep you swear you see stars.

It's just a few more thrusts before you fully untangle yourself under him, scratching his back and tugging at his hair. He pushes you through your orgasm and you can feel his soon after.

He ditches the condom, comes back from the bathroom with a clean cloth to wipe off, singing your praises for how amazing you were.

He settled back on the bed, wrapping his arm around you, stroking your hair.

"Welcome home." you laugh, snuggling with him.

He looks at you with a cheesy smile and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead.He start giving your back soft strokes and kisses on your head,both talked about his trip and about life in the future.

He has no idea what he had done in a past life to deserve you, but he thought he must have done something right.

[ahkaahshi]

life at home [hcs] (req)

🌻 anon: Ask and you shall receive!!*makes grabby hand motions* can I pretty please get some really fluffy domestic headcanons with timeskip Oikawa and Akaashi? Hehe I clearly have a thing for pretty setters (☆▽☆) 🌻

fran: ask and you shall also receive! of course you can!! such a cute idea and I feel like domestic headcanons are so healing 😌 and yes the pretty setter squad takes up a majority of the room in my brain so I support!

pairings: oikawa tooru; akaashi keiji x gn reader

genre: pure fluff

warning(s): n/a

life at home with oikawa is a wonderful mixture of tranquility and chaotic energy

by this I mean y’all can go from knocking out on the couch together when he comes home from practice to yelling while playing mario kart as soon as y’all are awake lmao

since you’re both busy at work/practice a lot of the time, whenever you’re both home, he wants to spend quality time cuddling with you

he’s not the best cook, but you must admit he looks v cute in his apron and he tries his best (tho he’s a lil too cocky given the level of his cooking skills)

toast: charred; pasta: mushy; sushi: from the store (he’ll tell you he made it tho. don’t listen to him)

you often end up getting takeout when he cooks 💀

can be v lazy, but if he sees you doing chores around the house, he’ll jump in and help (and by this I mean he’ll vacuum like one section of the house and leave the rest to you while he cheers you on from the couch LOL)

always tries to convince you to stop what you’re doing so he can lie down with you (excuse me, sir, the dishes ain’t gonna do themselves 😤)

will watch rom coms with you all day if you let him

likes trying new things with you or learning something you like so you have more hobbies to do together

for ex: if you like knitting, he’s there beside you with needles and yarn watching your technique. if you’re a yoga pro, he’s got a mat rolled out alongside yours, following along with your movements (have ice on hand; he’s not v flexible)

expect to take lots of baths together. nothing sexual. he just likes being in close contact with you and leaning back against your chest so you can run your fingers thru his hair

he’s a chaotic sleeper tho. full starfish one moment, dragging you across the bed so he can spoon you the next moment.

however, he always presses a kiss against the nape of your neck in the mornings, whether you’re awake to feel it or not

akaashi’s home is his safe haven. he’s such a homebody and he loves the simple pleasures that come with staying in

your home together will be very tidy, but full of fun little knick knacks or books that you find at funky lil stores in the city

loves cooking! is a form of stress relief for him, and he’ll always make you the best meals. of course, he loves it when you cook for him too

likes to surprise you with candlelit dinners out of the blue just to make the time you spend together that lil bit more memorable

could stay wrapped up in your arms, underneath a blanket for hours without so much as a single peep. the second his head hits your shoulder/chest he’s out

enjoys helping you with lil household chores. you clean the dishes and he’ll dust, or you do the laundry and he’ll change the bed. his love language is acts of service for sure.

expect lots of moments where he randomly comes up behind you and gives you a hug and a kiss on the back of the neck/head

there’s something about seeing your two house keys hanging together by the entryway that makes him really happy, and he loves seeing that yours are already there when he gets home from work

no matter what the season is, he loves making tea for the both of you before bedtime on the weekends and and settling in beside you with a good book

often gets stress dreams when he sleeps and has trouble staying asleep, so he’ll want to be in your arms or have you in his at night (except in the summer. y’all are sleep fighting in summer. arms and legs everywhere)

sometimes, you’ll have late night philosophical discussions that usually end with you falling asleep (I swear this guy’s a night owl)

kisses your shoulder every morning when he’s up before you are

[gogoseijoh]

cigarettes - ukai keishin x reader

summary: you make sure keishin knows about your least favorite habit of his, and he thanks the universe every day for bringing you into his life

genre: angst, implied smut, fluff... just throwing everything out there lmao

word count: 1.8k

(a/n): i was not thoughts head empty trying to work on ‘losing’ so i took a break with this :) it’s kinda rushed but i like it and i hope you guys do too... i did not proofread sorry for any mistakes lol

You always waited up for him. It was one of Ukai’s favorite things about you. No matter what type of day he had, he could trust that when he scaled the stairs to the cramped studio apartment above the store, you would be there, in bed with either the TV on or a book in your hand, waiting for him to give you a kiss before you drifted off. You’d wait, even if he was just downstairs, taking care of some final things for the members of the volleyball club and cleaning the store. It didn’t matter how late it was or how many times he told you that you could go to sleep without him, you would always just hum and tell him to mind his own business, and that you would sleep whenever you wanted. Ukai would just chuckle and press a kiss to your forehead, savoring the fact that you cared enough about him to sacrifice your sleep schedule. There had been a lot of late, stressful nights for him lately, but you still kept up your promise. However, he did sometimes forget something extremely important to you. 

Ukai had made it a habit since you moved in together to keep a travel-sized bottle of mouthwash or a pack of gum in his pocket, along with a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. You made your disdain for kissing a smoker, and the fact that he smoked in general, clear when you started dating, and before you had started living together, he was largely able to abstain from smoking around you and just keep to vigorously brushing his teeth before any time he was seeing you. Moving in together, though, made it clear to him that he would have to take extra precautions to make sure his breath didn’t repulse you out of wanting to kiss him. He did his best, but sometimes it slipped his mind after he finished off his last cigarette while closing up the store. He’s make the mistake of giving you a deep kiss, just for you to grimace and insist on slipping out of bed to brush your teeth again. This was one of those nights.

You had smiled when you heard the jingling of his keys unlocking the door, and it only widened when the door creaked open and the blonde let out a raspy, “Hey, sweetheart.” Once he locked the door, he made his way over to you with a lazy grin on his face, a sign that his day had been a good one, and leaned down for a kiss, only for you to recoil before his lips could touch yours. Your pointer finger met his lips, and you grimaced, “Keishin.” He instantly backtracked, reaching the bathroom door and grabbing his toothbrush from it’s holder, squeezing a copious amount onto the bristles to make sure the taste of smoke would be gone.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he sighed, beginning to brush his teeth, “One uf deez days uh warnt s’ip upf.” His speech was garbled as he finished his proclamation that you had heard many times before in between strokes of the brush. He turned towards the sink, catching you shaking your head with a concerned look on your face behind him. You sat up in bed, pulling your knees up and wrapping your arms around them. He finished with a furrowed brow, spitting into the sink and washing off his toothbrush. Your face was hidden in your legs as he made his way back to your side, hand coming to the back of your head to stroke your hair, “What’s wrong?” He wasn’t expecting the tears in your eyes when you looked up at him. He instantly toed his shoes off, slipping behind you on the bed and pulling you back into his chest. This was always how he comforted you, knowing that you liked to lean back and listen to his heartbeat and feel the vibrations of his chest as he spoke to you. You nuzzled into his neck, and he could feel your tears wetting his skin. Ukai was completely lost in that moment. When he walked in, your smile had been so bright and contagious, so how had you gotten here within just a few minutes. He turned his head, planting gentle kisses on the crown of your head as you cried. He pushed your shirt up and before you knew it his arms were settled around your waist, knowing that when you were upset, nothing comforted you quite like skin to skin contact. It wasn’t much, but it must have been enough, because your sobbing turned into sniffling within minutes. 

You lifted your head from his neck and turned in his arms, straddling his lap and taking his face in your hands. He grinned, pulling you even further into him, “Hi, pretty.” You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his, just wanting to breathe in his air. Your silence was deeply concerning, because you were never one to hide from your feelings, and he spurred you on slowly, “(y/n), what’s going on? Did you have a bad day?” 

You bit your lip, shaking your head, “No, Keishin, I’m just worried about you.” The sadness in your eyes was legitimate, and it only grew as you continued, “I just, I don’t know, you’ve been smoking a lot more than usual. I know you’re stressed, but still, it’s not healthy. You know I hate that you smoke.” Ukai opened his mouth, but no words came out, but yours didn’t stop, “I don’t want to lose you, Kei. We’re getting married. We’re going to be starting a family, and I want you to be around to see all of it. I already hear you coughing sometimes, and it’s scary.” 

As he looked up at you, Ukai felt something within him stir. Again, he had known that you didn’t like his smoking as long as he’d known you, but he didn’t know that it was bothering you so deeply. You sometimes made sarcastic comments to him about it, but nothing this serious. You must’ve been holding this in for a long time, and Ukai’s heart fell into his stomach. He didn’t realize how much he was hurting you. One of his hands came up your back to cradle your head, hugging you so closely he thought you might lose the ability to breathe, but you only wrapped your arms around his neck, cheek to cheek with your fiance. Ukai murmured into your hair, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you like this.” You were so small in his arms, mostly from the emotional exertion of finally letting out your worries. Ukai continued, “I was focusing on the wrong part of the problem. I need to work on it.”

“I do appreciate you taking care of your breath, though,” you whispered, trying to break the tension with an attempt at a joke, “I’ll do anything to help you quit, Keishin. I love you so much.” You pulled back from his embrace, looking in to his gorgeous eyes in wonder.

His lips curled into a smile, “I love you more.” You suddenly leaned in, capturing his lips with yours. It was a slow, deliberate kiss, all of the passion you felt channeled into it. He couldn’t help but groan into it, feeling how soft your lips were against his. You were so sweet to him, so kind and so much more than he thought he deserved. You had assured him multiple times that you were with him because you loved him, and he was the absolute perfect man for you. He had won your affection a very long time ago, but he still found himself wondering at times why you had chosen him. When Ukai had first begun to like you, so had Shimada, and it became a sort of competition to see who could woo you first. It was futile for Shimada in the end, because anyone who came close to you and Ukai could see how much you liked each other. Ukai liked you because you were both strong and soft, keeping him on his toes with your witty comments and drawing him in with every giggle and grin you gave. You were just as whipped. You loved his hair, often helping him with touch ups, and you loved his voice, the tone always soothing you. Shimada had given up as soon as he saw it, that spark between you that lit the world around you on fire. When you were together, your smiles couldn’t be broken, and it was contagious.

Keishin knew he couldn’t let you go no matter what, so four years after you started dating, he proposed. It was simple, just a question he asked so casually that you could’ve missed it. You had been wrapped up in bed one morning, sheets tangled with your legs and your back pressed to his bare chest, soaking in the feeling of his warm skin. It was still dark, but you had woken up when he had tried to get out of bed, and you were quick to pull him back down. He told you that he had to open the store, but he couldn’t resist staying longer when your lips met his, not caring about any morning breath. That kiss quickly turned into his quick hands traveling down your body jokingly saying, “If you’re keeping me here, I gotta get something out of it.” That was just a front. There’s nowhere else in the world he wanted to be. The afterglow was spectacular, both of you breathing deeply and covered in the sheen of a light sweat. You were happy that you got him to stay a little longer, but you knew he had to go, so you turned in his arms and gave him one last kiss. You hummed, “Go get dressed, Kei. I don’t want your grandma to yell at you again, and more importantly, I don’t want to get yelled at.” You went to pull away, but Ukai didn’t release you, looking at you in a way you had never seen before. Before you could question it, he spoke quietly, “Marry me, (y/n).” You froze, eyes wide in disbelief. He continued, “I’m serious. I want to marry you. Will you marry me?” You said yes. 

Ukai couldn’t believe you said yes, but then again, here you were moved in to his tiny apartment a few months later with your wedding three weeks out. You did so much for him. How could he not notice how much his smoking bothered you? This is the least he could do, and he logically knew it wasn’t healthy. You were right about the prospect of a family, too. Ukai wanted to be there for you and your future children as long as possible, and if he kept smoking, that wouldn’t happen. He didn’t really care how difficult it would be, because it would be completely worth it to be in your life a long time. What could be more perfect than being able to grow old with the love of his life? The next day when he was researching the best ways to stop smoking, he couldn’t think of a single thing better.

[2018shawn]

Concept: Shawn and you have lazy parents sex lol and you’re having conversations through it “did you turn the washing machine on?” “Yh, did you iron the kids clothes ah fuck-” lmao idk why but this concept has me so soft and it’s so funny at the same time

oh my GOD i just got this and couldn’t NOT WRITE ANYTHING I’M NOT OK ITS 11.33 AM I NEED TO GO TO CHURCH

because shawn had been teasing you aaaaalllll day so you put the kids favourite movie on and wait with them until they’re settled. once they are you’re racing up the stairs to find shawn and cOiNcIdEnTly he’s in the bedroom, obviously waiting for you because he knows he’s been a little shit. “we good?” he would ask, throwing his phone onto the side. 

“we’re so good.” you would smile, letting out a squeal when he charges over to you and ends up pushing you against the wall when he kisses you because he’s so forceful and desperate and UGH, he just neeeeeeeds you. he’d obviously carry you over to the bed, whilst you’re trying to undress him and when you do, and throw his clothing on the floor he looks at the messy pile and is like “did rosie tell you i almost grounded her because she wouldn’t put her stuff in the laundry hamper..” and you’re like yeah, great, good parenting but how about looking after your baby mummy for a sec. so he’s like ‘right, okay. yeah.’ and on top of you when he’s thrown you on the bed, peppering kisses down your neck, leading to your chest and eventually your breasts. 

because you didn’t get many chances to have fun anymore, usually too tired at night time or quite frankly too rushed off your feet during the day, the sensation only felt more exciting and your legs came around his hips to pull him in further. his head bobbed beneath your face, kissing and licking around your nipples with your fingers running through his hair and tugging on the ends because you knew he low key loved it. “sh-shawn...” you whimpered as he travelled further down your body, only briefly showing some love to your torso because he was far too keen to get to where he needed to be. he hummed back into your skin at your moans of his name, simply taking it as approval for his touch. 

“shaaawn-” you moaned again as his head became level to your warm pussy, the feeling of his breath making you throw your head back in pleasure. he smirked before lowering his face down, your hand still in his hair and his tongue beginning to trace your lips. it took him by surprise when you yanked his head up, his eyes snapping into contact with yours and he stared at you, bewildered, waiting for your explanation as to why you’d stop the start of his performance. “shawn.”

“y/n?” he repeated. 

“did you put the washing on?” he rolled his eyes and nodded, as much as he could, given the fact you had firm grip of his brown curls. “and all the school clothes?” 

he reached up for you hand, dragging it out of his hair and pinning it beside you so you wouldn’t interrupt him anymore. you took it as a yes, though, when he dove back in, tongue connecting with your slick lips yet again until you were a moaning mess beneath him. 

you couldn’t last long - not like you used to, so ushered him up back to your eye level, his hard member prodding your thighs and reminding you just how much he loved you. it changed from needy to slow within a matter of seconds, shawn running his fingers through your hair, your running yours down the sides of his hips because you knew he liked the feeling. and with the arch of your back and thrust of his hips, he was deep enough in you that you suddenly forgot anything and everything. his breathing was heavy in your ears, his hands pinning yours next to your head as he slid in and out of you with smooth motion. “fuck-” you whimpered, eyes squinting shut in an attempt to hold onto the feeling.

they snapped back open when shawn stopped moving his hips, stopping dead in his tracks and when you opened your eyes he was still buried in the crook of your neck you were almost puzzled - questioning what you’d done wrong or if there was a problem. until he spoke.

“did you pick up that stuff for benji’s art project?” 

[yourfaceislikeabluemoon]

3-Ways Are All Fine And Dandy Until Someone Catches Feelings ~ Part 4

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Lust Covered Cherry Blossoms

Words: 2345

Warning: Biting (duh), kitten kink, dirty talk, slight degradation, blowjob, cum play, bareback (condoms are boring in smut, be safe kids!), and as usual very strong language. This is just straight up filthy bxb smut so fair warning, read at your own risk!

A/N: Ngl, I like this chapter, a lot. Guilty hehe. But yeah, I hope you enjoy, it’s a lot lmao

The first time Hoseok and Changkyun were away after you had made the relationship official, they had no clue how to act normal—being unusually handsy, excessively teasing each other, their typical clinginess dramatically heightened, caused the other boys to suspect something was going on that they didn’t know about. After a while, they were bound to find out or, at the very least, ask questions, but that was future Hoseok and Changkyun’s problem. The problem right now consisted of them both missing you, but Hoseok was craving attention and Changkyun seemed to be too tense to even notice Hoseok’s loneliness. Luckily, they were rooming together, otherwise things would’ve been much more complicated.

Changkyun was lounging on one of the beds, mindlessly flipping through the channels, but not paying attention to whatever he randomly landed on. Hoseok’s voice brought him out of the weird daze he didn’t know he was under, “Kkukkung, you’ve been so distant all day. Are you ok?”

“‘m fine.” He mumbled in response, changing his position so he was facing the TV with his legs stretched out and his arms behind his head, supporting it.

“Are you sure? You seem really tense. I’m worried about you.” Hoseok tilted his head, studying the younger man intently; Changkyun didn’t answer, he only grunted stubbornly. The small smile on Hoseok’s lips transformed into a smirk as he crawled over the bed to get off and saunter over to Changkyun, “Now I know you’re tense because you only get this stubborn when you’re tense, what’s got you like this?”

“Just a lot going on.” Changkyun’s brief, vague, reply made Hoseok roll his eyes.

“Well, that doesn’t tell me much. Do you need your shoulders rubbed or something? Want me to order room service?”

Changkyun frantically waved him off, “I’m trying to watch my show.”

The older man chuckled, “You don’t even know what ‘your show’ is. I have an idea that could maybe ease some of your stress.”

“Yeah, ok,” Changkyun mumbled sarcastically, eyes immediately widening when Hoseok slung his leg over him and cautiously sat in his lap, “What are you doing?” He whispered to the man perched on his thighs.

Smirk still present on his face, Hoseok leaned forward to brush his lips against the shell of Changkyun’s ear, “What does it look like I’m doing? I already told you, I’m trying to be a good hyung and relieve your stress.” He nipped at the younger man’s earlobe, urging a hushed moan to slip past his parted lips, “Any requests?” He asked before leaving a sloppy trail of kisses down the side of Changkyun’s neck.

His back arched at the sensation of Hoseok nibbling at a sensitive area under his ear, something he now wanted so desperately to do to him, “Let me mark you anywhere I want and as much as I want.”

He felt Hoseok smirk against his skin, “And what do you expect me to say to the makeup noonas when they’re trying to cover up your mess?”

Changkyun laughed airily, “It’s a beautiful mess, you’re not supposed cover up art.”

Hoseok scoffed, “I don’t think that’ll go over very well.” He bit at the younger man’s flesh especially hard prompting Changkyun to yelp out another moan and squirm under his weight, “Hmm, I see why you like biting so much. Such cute reactions.”

“Well, w-what am I going t-to - ahh! - say when they a-ask about, about my m-marks?” Changkyun stuttered out, already beginning to quiver with pleasure.

The older man hummed against his skin, “You’ll think of something.”

Instead of relinquishing control completely to Hoseok, Changkyun growled deeply and grabbed Hoseok’s hips sternly, “Okay, you’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now.” He successfully flipped them over so that Hoseok was underneath him and removed his own shirt before shimmying Hoseok’s up and off his muscular torso. Blindly throwing the articles of clothing over his shoulder, Changkyun was already breathless as he captured the older man’s lips in a heated, desperate kiss, Hoseok clung onto him in a hopeless effort to get even closer. “You’re like a cat, wanting so much attention, it’s cute,” Changkyun whispered, amusement evident in his hushed voice.

Hoseok stopped him suddenly, his mind wandered to you and what you would say; worry washed over his reddened face, “Should we actually be doing all this without her?”

Changkyun chuckled while gently pushing the hair out of the other man’s eyes, “Knowing her, she’d probably think it was ridiculously hot and be all for coupling up whenever we feel like it.”

“You’re probably right.” He smiled warmly, reaching up to Changkyun’s neck to pull him to his lips again.

The younger man hummed against his mouth, “We’ll have to skype her sometime so she can watch us. Would you like that? Knowing you’re on camera, would that make you hornier? Would it make you cum harder knowing someone was watching you?”

Hoseok’s back arched off the bed, his wanton moans muffled by their lips together, “Yes. Fuck yes. I’d cum so hard for you.”

Changkyun’s laugh turned carnal, “Maybe some other time. I want you all to myself right now, kitten.” His fingertips danced along Hoseok’s abs, teasing the sensitive skin at the waistband of his sweatpants as he sucked the older man’s tongue into his mouth, his thigh brushed over his hard, twitching cock. Hoseok whimpered and wound his fingers tighter in Changkyun’s waves; the younger man’s groan was muffled by their mouths sloppily moving together, too caught up in each other to care what kind of mess they were making.

He pulled away to nip at Hoseok’s jawline, bruising into the delicate skin the colors of lust covered cherry blossoms, lapping and kissing at the marks he left in his wake while slowly inching the waistband further down his hips to expose more perfect flesh, begging to be poisoned by his teeth. Hoseok squirmed under his grasp, whining at the lazy pace Changkyun was moving along his body, “Hurry, I want...you.” He breathed, yearning for much more than the younger man was currently giving him.

Changkyun, again, chuckled darkly, “So impatient, are we now, kitten? How about I make it so that you’re begging me to stop instead?”

Hoseok nodded eagerly, intently watching as he slid the material completely off, writhing once more as his aching cock was exposed to the over-air-conditioned atmosphere of the hotel room. Changkyun shoved the articles of clothing off the bed and grabbed one of Hoseok’s calves in each hand, pushing his legs back until his knees were almost resting on the bed next to his head. The older man let out a breathy moan when Changkyun crudely spit at his entrance and smiled slyly, “No lube. Guess this is the way it has to be.”

“Why wouldn’t you pack that? That seems pretty important…” Hoseok struggled to speak, given his compromised position.

Changkyun squeezed at the supple flesh of Hoseok’s ass cheeks, smirking against his skin, “Well, it’s not like I expected some horny idiot to jump me! Why didn’t you bring it?”

Hoseok only huffed in response, toes curling when Changkyun finally began to lap at his hole. “Fuck,” he shivered, white-knuckling the sheets at his sides. Changkyun began to gradually loosen Hoseok up. “You— Fuck!” The older man shouted as Changkyun prodded at his prostate with his middle finger while sucking one of his balls into his mouth, “Oh god—” Hoseok whimpered, “You haven’t even touched my dick yet and I already feel like I’m gonna cum. What are you doing to me?”

The older man again felt Changkyun grin against him, “I already told you, making you beg for me to stop.”

Changkyun slipped another finger in Hoseok’s tight hole, causing him to gasp and drop his head back against the mattress, “Shit…” Hoseok squirmed, reaching up to clutch at Changkyun’s arm.

“Want me to stop yet, kitten?”

Hoseok shook his head and tried to urge Changkyun’s arm to move faster, “No. More. I want more…” He whined desperately, “God, please, more!”

Changkyun’s grin widened, loving how weak he made Hoseok, how well he listened, how cute he was when he begged for him—he loved every minute, “Does that feel good?”

“Yes…” Hoseok breathed, groaning deep in his chest, toes curling again as he felt his high fast approaching, “Hah, gonna cum!”

The younger man hummed, pulling out his fingers and sitting back on his legs, ceasing all stimulation, and Hoseok whimpered helplessly. Changkyun gently laid his legs back onto the bed, caressing the muscular flesh of Hoseok’s thighs; the older man’s ragged breathing began to slow, prompting Changkyun to lean forward to take his weeping cock into his mouth, once again encouraging Hoseok’s close release. Deep-throating him, Changkyun clutched at his hips while Hoseok writhed in pleasure underneath his weight, “But...I...wait--Ahh, fuck I’m gonna cum!”

Hoseok bucked up into Changkyun’s mouth; tears pricked at the younger man’s eyes as he gagged around Hoseok’s thick cock, nails digging deeper into his skin. He pulled away just before Hoseok could release and the whine that came out of him was the definition of sinful. Changkyun caved in, throwing all thoughts of edging him further out the window, setting Hoseok’s dick against his tongue and pumping it a few times before the older man came in his mouth, whispered curses tumbling from his bruised lips as he stared into Changkyun’s eyes and emotional tears began to blur his own vision.

“Shit…” He whispered as Changkyun closed his mouth and smirked. A devilish look flashed in his eyes as he crawled up next to Hoseok, the older man sat up weakly. Changkyun chuckled smugly, taking a seat in Hoseok’s lap and clutching his face in his hands, Hoseok’s parted lips provided the perfect opportunity to kiss them with his own. Changkyun’s surprise of not swallowing caused the older man to groan strongly, cum beginning to ooze out around their mouths as they moved in synch. They kissed for what seemed like hours, savoring the bitter taste of Hoseok’s cum between their wild tongues and swollen lips.

Changkyun pulled away, cum dribbled down both of their chins, and he smiled cunningly when he noticed the beautifully fucked out expression on Hoseok’s face. Changkyun trailed his fingers over Hoseok’s jawline, swiping up some of the sticky white substance that had escaped with his thumb and had the older man suck it off blissfully.

“I think you’ve got one more for me, kitten.”

Hoseok was feeling much too euphoric to protest to cumming a second time so close together so he just smiled weakly.

“On your hands and knees, now.” Changkyun wiped his mouth and got up to watch as the older man obediently obliged, wiggling his ass slightly and scooting back closer to Changkyun’s waiting cock, “So eager for my dick, huh?” Hoseok looked over his shoulder and nodded, biting his lip, “And not even the slightest bit ashamed about it, are you, cockslut?”

“No…” Hoseok whimpered, grinding back against Changkyun’s dick, still hidden behind the fabric of his underwear. “I’m not ashamed— I need you.”

Changkyun hummed, “‘Need me’? ‘Need me’ for what?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

Cock twitching in its confines at Hoseok’s blatant request, Changkyun clutched at the soft skin of Hoseok’s ass, dipping down to leave as many marks as he could over the expanse of his ass cheeks before grinding his tongue against the older man’s quivering hole, re-moistening it in place of lube to take his dick.

Hoseok whined at the sensation, his own cock quickly growing harder and harder by the second; his fingers wound around fistfuls of the sheets, “Please, take me already!” He practically screamed into the mattress.

Changkyun chuckled against him, “As you wish?” He slipped out of his boxers and spit into his hand, coating his dick with his saliva and readying himself at Hoseok’s entrance; the older man gasped loudly as he was filled to the brim. Changkyun leaned forward to nip marks into the skin of Hoseok’s neck and shoulders as he adjusted to the size. Heart pounding as the slight bit of pain subsided, Hoseok urged Changkyun to move, his own hips instinctively bucking to meet the younger man’s thrusts.

“So… good… fuck…” Hoseok moaned in time with Changkyun’s thrusts.

“That’s it, kitten.” Changkyun straightened up, “Taking me so well.” He admired the way his cock disappeared past Hoseok’s tight ring while whiny moans passed his own lips. Getting overwhelmed at how hot he found it, Changkyun immediately yanked Hoseok up flush against his chest to pound into him at a new angle.

Hoseok dropped his head back onto Changkyun’s shoulder, eyes slipping closed as he reached up to grip at the back of his neck, savoring the intense sensation when Changkyun’s fingers trailed over his dick. Again craving release, Hoseok began to thrust into Changkyun’s hand, matching the younger man’s pace, both of them nearing their end.

“Fuck, kitten, make me cum…” Changkyun groaned into his ear, Hoseok’s panting breaths almost drowning out his voice as he clenched around his cock. Changkyun’s nails dug into the older man’s hip and he bit at Hoseok’s shoulder to keep his shouts and moans at bay, stilling inside him as he painted his walls with his hot seed.

Changkyun swiped his thumb over Hoseok’s slit and he whimpered in response, fingers tangling in Changkyun’s hair once more. With a few more pumps, Hoseok clutched Changkyun’s wrist, with a strangled moan passing his lips, he came, hard, for the second time that night.

The two of them stayed in that position long enough to catch their breaths, both of them groaning at the overstimulation when Changkyun pulled out.

“Well, I guess we’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” Hoseok chuckled as he looked at the cum-covered sheets below him.

“I’d say mine is pretty well fucked,” Changkyun snorted, Hoseok hit him for the stupid joke and both of them headed off to clean up before returning to the clean bed to sleep away their evident exhaustion.

[tvntae]

heartbreak hotel 3

pairing: reader x ceo!jeon jungkook

plot: was sleeping with your boss really such a great idea?

Genre: smut (eventual), angst, fluff

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut? but like poorly written lmao, dirty talk?? talks of anal play???

Your usual morning alarm blast through the silence of your usually quite room. It has you jolting awake, almost wanting to rip your hair out by realizing how much sleep you got. Or better yet, how much rest you missed out on. You tossed and turned all night after Jungkook suddenly showed up to your place. It took fucking forever to finally get him situated on your couch. The amount of walking back and forth between your room and your living area where he was staying nearly killed you. You feet felt swollen, and they ached, your head pounded and you weren’t even the one who spent their night and morning drinking their life away. The asshole also dared to demand he take your bed and you sleep on the couch because he’s your guest. Unwanted guest, you whispered under your breath when he said it. He didn’t hear you, but a part of you really wished he had. You finally reach over for your phone and hit the stop alarm button. You feel like absolute shit once you notice it is only 11 am, which means you just got a total of 3 hours of sleep, no thanks to Jungkook. What the fuck was your life becoming of. You sigh for what feels like the 100th time today, you need a shower and quick. You were quietly hoping, praying that Jungkook had left already and you two could put this whole situation behind you and pretend it never even happened. 

You grab some fresh clothes from your laundry basket and head to your bathroom, because yes you are a lazy bitch that never puts her clothes in their respective drawers. You smile when you take a peak in your living room and see Jungkook gone. You almost do a victory dance but decide against it since your head is still throbbing like crazy. You sigh a breath of relief when you notice your bathroom is empty as well. Jungkook must really be gone, thank God. You probably would have actually ripped your hair out if Jungkook was somehow still here, in your home and eating your food. You felt so much more refreshed after your shower. Your ‘nap’ had left you sweaty and sticky since you had begrudgingly given up the only fan you had in your home to Jungkook. He begged for it and as much as you wanted to slap him across his face for disturbing your unbeauty sleep you gave it up to finally sate him. 

Once you dry off and change into new clothes, you head to your kitchen to make yourself a late breakfast. You smell an odd burning smell coming from the living room and rush to find out what the hell could possibly be burning. You frantically search around to see what’s burning only to come face to face with the Devil Himself. 

“What the hell are you doing? God, it smells horrible in here.” You seethed and pinch the bridge of your nose when Jungkook drops your favorite skillet in the process of turning around. It’s not like you cooked in that skillet or anything, but it was a non-stick and absolutely fucking beautiful, so how dare he drop it? He frowns when he sees you, visibly nervous and now you kind of feel bad for scolding him. He lifts up a plate of mouth-watering looking pancakes and mumbles, “Made ‘I’m sorry’ pancakes.” And now you feel even worse for yelling at him.

The pout that sits on Jungkook’s face when you take your seat at your small kitchen table makes you want to giggle. He looks cute and not like the big mean boss or the drunken frat boy personalities you’ve seen before today. His cheeks are full of pancakes and syrup runs down his chin to slowly drip down to hit the surface of the table where his plate rest. On instinct, you lick your thumb and gather the droplets of syrup from Jungkook’s chin. He smiles brightly at you but, you could see the hesitancy in his face. You internally scream at yourself, now he thinks I’m a fucking weirdo. Jungkook awkwardly coughs and sets his fork down, and you think for a second he was going to get up to leave until he starts to speak.

“So,” he draws out. You set your own fork and knife down, you were in the middle of cutting yourself another small slice of pancake but figured Jungkook was finally going to address the elephant in the room. The big fucking elephant. You give Jungkook your full, undivided attention, “So?” You question him. 

“How do you like the pancakes?”

The question was simple enough, yeah, but what about the more critical issues at hand, like you know ‘why are you here, still?’ Maybe that was a bit rude, harsh even, but it’s not like he’s your sugar daddy or something, he’s your boss. Essentially, yes he is paying for your apartment but that’s because he’s your boss, you're his employee. So he doesn’t really get free reign when it comes to your personal belongings and living space. And, God you were praying he didn’t break your skillet. 

“Like them, a lot,” you reply after stuffing your face with another big bite. He smiles at that. The two of you sit in unbearable silence, you kind of want to speak first but what exactly would you even say? Jungkook coughs, rather loudly and you drop your fork again, waiting for him to say whatever he needed to get off of his chest. 

“I really am sorry you know. About just showing up to crash here, I needed a place to stay, and I thought you and I were close enough of friends that you wouldn’t have... minded. You didn’t mind, right?” He starts to rub the back of his neck slowly, a habit that you noticed he has when he’s nervous or stressed. 

Of course, you did mind that Jungkook stayed the night without correctly asking, but you’d be a shitty person to have kicked him out. And besides, he thinks you’re his friend. How horrible of a person would you be if you told him no? He most likely would think you’re a jerk and that’s just something you could not have. You were the type of person who liked to have close relationships with their bosses, and so far Jungkook was opening up to you. Hell, he takes you home from work every day, the least you could do was return some kind of favor. 

You shake your head no, and the non-verbal answer seems to appease him, so he continues.

“My fiancé and I sort of got into an argument about something silly, and so I went out for drinks with some buddies of mine and just drove myself here. Probably wasn’t the best of ideas,” he nibbles on his bottom lip, still a little hesitant about telling you what happened, but you made sure to show him you were listening regardless. 

“but nonetheless I really appreciate you being patient with me, so that’s why I made these pancakes. Actually, haven’t cooked for myself or anyone else in a while but I decided ‘why not’ ya know? I also noticed you were short on a few ingredients, so I went to pick those up as well. Hope you don’t mind, I kind of went a little overboard. You have shit choices when it comes to grocery shopping.” He smiles so brightly at you that you completely ignore the innuendo and smile back. Am I really that crappy at grocery shopping? 

Jungkook stands up to collect the now empty plates, and you silently thank him once he starts to wash them as well. You try to help him, but he shoos you away and says he’s perfectly capable of cleaning dishes that he dirtied by himself. 

You flop on your sofa and Jungkook follows you soon after, offering you a glass of iced tea and you joyfully accept it from his hands. Jungkook didn’t say much to you once you started up Netflix and put on a comedy for the two of you to watch. Either he didn’t find it funny at all, or there was just too many thoughts racing through his mind all at once for him to give the movie his full, undivided attention. Nonetheless, the silence was palpable, and he must have noticed it too at some point. He slowly but surely starts to inch his way closer towards your side of the couch and astonishingly you don’t mind the newly added body heat so close to your own. You can see him gulp as if he’s contemplating something fundamental and then he abruptly asks if he could stay another night with you. 

He chooses to avoid eye contact, and you figure it’s out of nervousness of being rejected. Jungkook is your boss, and there is and should be a fine line between appropriativeness and unprofessionalism, and you are sure as hell Jungkook is crossing that line. Like, he’s taking a gigantic leap over that line, and it is pretty fucking obvious. But to be honest, you feel sorry for the guy. It’s obvious he’s going through some personal things, and he just needs a shoulder, maybe even someone to listen, and he must think you’re the right person for that. Are you though? You were always bad at sympathy and giving advice and even when you did go out of your comfort zone to help someone they never listened to the help you’d suggest. Yeah, Jungkook’s situation is different, but how would this affect your work life? It was bad enough you had a semi-crush on him, it’s even worse now that he wants to stay another night at your cramped little shitty apartment that probably smells like trash since you hadn’t taken it out in a few days... He looks so timid though, and it makes you want to just roll him up in a burrito blanket and smother him in kisses. 

He patiently awaits your answer and when he gets tired of waiting he sighs. “I’m making you uncomfortable, aren’t I? I should go.” He says, and he sounds so fucking dejected you almost cry, almost. He gets up to leave, but you stop him, your tiny hand holding his much larger one and you can feel his fingers twitch. He wanted to hold your hand much tighter but decides against it, not wanting to make you any more uncomfortable in your own home than you probably already were. 

“No, you can stay Jungkook,” you rush to tell him. Maybe you should have given it a lot more thought, but you didn’t want to displease him for some odd reason. Besides one more night wouldn’t be that bad, right? 

The knocking sounds of your headboard are so prominent throughout the entire room, and you’re sure the neighbors can hear. You don’t understand why Jungkook and your self are being so quiet, but it sends a fire throughout your core and has you silently pleading him to fuck you even harder. His thrust was so slow and saccharine at first, and you felt as if he was torturing you, but soon he too got bored of the vanilla shit and starts to fuck you like he was some wild animal. You were trying your hardest to bite back moans, and you could see the struggle in Jungkook’s face as he did the same as well. He was fucking you so hard, and so thoroughly you were sure you’d pass out from over-exhaustion, but you desperately held on. His kisses went from a light ghost-like breaths to full-on lip biting, teeth clinking, hard kissing, and you loved every second of it. When was the last time someone fucked you this good? All you do know is how great you feel now. You feel so full of him, and just that thought alone has you smiling to yourself. 

Jungkook starts his assault on your clit, and you almost scream for more but soon remember that silence is apart of the ‘game.’ You want to moan so bad, tell him how good he’s making you feel but you won’t give him the satisfaction. You can’t let him win. 

Jungkook’s breaths get deeper, and he drops lower so his body is flushed up against yours and you know he’s close but hell, so are you. Your long nails dig into his back, and he lets out a low grunt that has your pussy tightening around him even harder. 

Essentially, yes you won the game since Jungkook did make a noise, but you weren’t going to ruin such a perfect moment by saying something about it. Your release feels so close and yet so far, and it’s driving you insane. You don’t know exactly what you need, but you need more of it, more of him if that’s even possible. 

“Please Jungkook, fuck, please,” you croak out. Jungkook looks at you, his pupils are so large in the dark that his usual soft brown eyes are unrecognizable. For awhile the two of you just stay like that, him rocketing into you, making intense eye contact until he pulls out and flips you over on all fours, your stomach flat against the bed sheet and ass arched high into the sky. He drives himself back into you, and you scream as loud as you can, having finally been able to be as vocal as you like. Jungkook must like the sounds you make because he's picked up an unbelievable speed. 

“I’ve wanted to fuck this cunt for so long,” he lowers his chest to your back to whisper in your ear, still keeping the same fast past thrust that has your body hammering against your headboard. “fill you up with my cum for so long,” he’s growling now and you feel so close to cumming. You never took Jungkook for a dirty talker, but the surprise is pleasant. “Have you ever had your ass played with before, baby?” 

You look over your shoulder to get a better look at Jungkook, and he seems to be completely enamored by the way your ass shakes every time his hips meet your ass cheeks. When you don’t reply fast enough for him, he slaps your right cheek and smirks, and you feel his dick twitch when you choke back a cry from the harshness of the slap. 

“n-no, never,” you stuttered, internally wanting to slap your self for sounding so small. Jungkook hums, “next time I’m gonna fuck your pretty ass, watch it bounce on my dick, you’d like that wouldn’t you, huh?” Jungkook starts to circle your clit again, and you know now any moment you're going to cum, and you pray he is too. You weren’t sure how much more you could take.

“Cum for me y/n, come on,” he cheers you on. And you do. Your body starts to shake from the intensity of your orgasm and then you finally let go. Jungkook follows soon after, cumming inside you and you feel some of it drip from your cunt, making you cringe at the thought of having to wash cum stained bed sheets when morning came. Jungkook softly lays you down, and he hops off the bed to run and fetch you both cold bottles of water. He must be completely confident in his body, as he should be because he foregoes his underwear that lay haphazardly on your floor and walks around with his soft dick swinging.

 You thank him for the water and he softly kisses your cheek. You want to be happy about getting the best fuck of your life but why do you suddenly feel so guilty? 

Oh yeah, it’s because he’s getting married to 5 months. 

[futurewriter2000]

Home ~ pt. 6

A/N: Thank you @rosegoldquintis for motivating me to finish this fic. Finally. And no that was not the end. But really though. THANK YOU  for making me realize that this fic existed, unfinished. Anyways, hope you guys like it. I didn’t read it through again becuase I am so lazy so sorry. 

WARNING: I am really lazy to read it through.

TAGS:  @siriusly-loves-snuffles, @slither-in-a-half, @nadinissavage, @shadyladyperfection, @geeksareunique, @ashkuuuu, @xinyourdreamsx, @maralisa124, @loserslytherpuff, @chloe-geoghegan1, @musekala, @moonysmilkshake, @crispyfrenchfrieschrusis, @unicorn-sparkles123, @queenofravenclaw05, @redhead-weasley, @fashionlive15, @quokkatrash, @bennie-badeend, @sly-vixen-up2nogood

Other parts —> MASTERLIST

( REQUESTS ARE CLOSED) - lmao almost wrote cold. Hahaha. 

xx

If everything was a dream it would be so much easier. You would open your eyes and feel the sun shine through the window. You would get up and walk to the mirror, where your reflection would smile at you for another great day at school. A letter would be sitting right on your bedside table with your sister’s handwriting on it while your mother would be sending you a Howler.

But it wasn’t a dream. It was far from being that amazing because when you woke up, you saw the tears of a woman whose you weren’t used to seeing. “ Mom?” you spoke weakly and she gave you a forced smile.

“ Oh, my dear (y/n). Thank God you woke up.” she put her hand on your forehead and brushed it down your cheek.

“ You’re here.” you smiled, feeling your heart unchain and finally beat.

“ Honey, if I’d have known you weren’t going to Max’s place for holidays I’d take you in our small apartment ourselves. Why didn’t you say anything, honey?” she spoke worriedly, taking a hold of your hands while your eyes landed on her boyfriend beside you.

“ You were just so happy.” you smiled, looking at both of them. “ I didn’t want to take that away from you.”

“ Honey, I was never happy without you.” she cried and kissed your hand. “ I always told you that you and your sister are the biggest treasure God has ever given me. I would always, ALWAYS, choose you two instead of anything.” she smiled and gave you another kiss on the hand.

“ And- and- him?” you stuttered.

“ Your father is at the police station. He’s being held up until you recover. Your mother and I will take him to court.” your mother’s boyfriend, Alaric, spoke and you felt yourself smile at the thought of seeing your father at the court.

You never thought you could hate a man so much. That his existence would make you want to die yourself. To feel so furious and angry all the time. His breathing made you want to suffocate him. His voice made you want to yell and shout and his eyes... his eyes made you want to unleash the darkest part of you.

When you did, finally, recover from your foolish and reckless mistake, your mother and Alaric took you to their apartment. It was indeed small but you didn’t mind. There was different energy in it. Positive. And though it was small and crowded right now you loved that you were staying there. Just to stay there forever was such a nice dream.

You stayed there for a week until you recovered. When you started laughing with Alaric when he tried to teach you the guitar, you knew you were better.

“ No, the A chord. “ he smiled as he held to his own guitar.

“ I am doing the A chord.” you replied, laughing back at him. “ Oh, wait. That’s a B chord.”

“ Both of you chords come to the kitchen or both of you will be facing cold dinner.” your mom joked and walked back to the kitchen, smiling at both of you.

She was happy. She was the happiest you have ever seen her in all your life in this world. Even her food tasted better. It tasted delicious and she cooked with so much joy in her heart you could almost taste it in these cheese sauce.

“ The Headmaster wrote me a letter, saying you could stay another week if you want to but you might-”

“ No, I’m alright. I can go back to school.” you smiled at her and she smiled back.

“ So is there some brooms we’d have to travel with or do you just poof out of here?” asked Alaric, making both of you and your mother laugh at his question.

“ Professor Slughorn, the Head of Slytherin house will meet her here and take her back to school by floo powder.” your mother answered and the both of you looked at the confused man beside you.

“ A floo what now?”

Both of you started laughing again. “ You’ll see.” you smiled and continued to eat your dinner.

---

“ So Miss. Maxime has been attacking me with all sorts of questions about your situation.” Professor Slughorn kept talking, finally telling you the parts you were actually interested about. “ As for Mister. James Potter, I believe has been bothering professor McGonagall with all sorts of questions.”

“ And what did you answer them.” you asked curiously.

“ That it is not my duty to tell.” he smiled at you and you smiled back. Both of you were now standing in front of your dorm room and he placed his hands on your shoulders, looking deep into your eyes. “ No pills, no potions, no mixing them up. You do that and you're expelled.” he sharped with his tone before turning around and shouting. “ Toodles.” with a big, wide smile on his face.

Your hand placed itself on the doorknob and before you opened the door you heard a familiar voice. “ If you tell me one more time that I can’t hit a Bludger into that arse’s head, it will hit your head instead.”

You chuckled to yourself, hearing her ambitious self-bringing out the anger on the surface. She hated when someone doubted her. She turned into the devil itself if someone told her it was impossible for her.

“ I mean it wouldn’t be that bad for her head. She does need to get some sense in her head.” you commented as you entered the room, all heads turning to you.

Max immediately jumped on her feet and ran over to you, knocking you on the ground. “ I’m so so so sorry for what I did! I am so so so sorry for putting you in second place and I promise I would never ever do that in my entire life. And you’re not a girl with issues but my best friend who I love the most in the world and I am just so happy you are back and I will never leave your side ever again!” she muffled in the crook of your neck, holding you tightly.

You laughed at her, hugging her back. “ I love you too, Maxy.”

“ So, (y/n)...” said one of your roommates. “ Did you see your cousin while you were back home?” she grinned and you grinned at her as well.

“ I did and he is currently taken.” you lifted your head, trying to get out from Max’s hold. “ Max... I can’t get up.”

“ Okay.” she mumbled and kept holding you.

“ You need to let me go.” you chuckled and he only let a huff of disagreement.

“ I said I’m not leaving you.”

“ Okay, fine. Guess, we’ll lay on the ground then.”

---

“ A chord, (y/n)! A chord! “ shouted Thomas, the Hufflepuff who kept trying to improve your guitar playing.

“ I am having my fingers on the A chord! “ you shouted back before finally realizing your finger has indeed not been on A chord. “ Oh, shite. “

“ What’s with you and that B chord.” he huffed and you smiled.

“ I don’t know. I just forget it all the time.” you laughed and kept stringing on your A chord.

“ You are horrible at this.”

“ Shut up. I’ll get it right.” you smiled at him before deciding to take a little break from it. You put your guitar down and watched as he quirked an eyebrow at you. “ I never said thank you for saving me back there.”

He put the guitar down as well. “ You don’t have to thank me, (y/n).”

“ Yes, I do. You were the only one who helped me while the others stared.”

“ Well, you saved me from throwing up on the train back from the holidays. So I ought to help you back.” he joked around and you felt yourself laugh along.

“ Must have been a hell of a party.”

“ It was a hell of an Afterparty.” he widened his eyes before starting to explain the whole story to you. The story of two Hufflepuffs living two blocks away from each other as two normal boys and both getting a letter on their 11th birthday. Both Muggleborns, ready to explore the Wizarding worlds.

As the two of you said your goodbyes, you started to make your way back to your house, smiling and carrying the guitar with you. Alaric gave it to you as an early birthday present, writing ‘ The music will follow you if you let yourself follow her.’

Thomas wrote on it as well; ‘ A comes before B. Just like you come before me.’

It was so sweet it made your heart giggle if it was possible. You couldn’t believe how happy you were at the moment. How everything started falling back into place.

“ (y/n)! “ you heard someone shout your name, followed by loud steps.

Turning around you found yourself now an inch away from the boy with hazel eyes. “ James.” you spoke quietly as though your breath got caught up in your throat because of your proximity.

“ (y/n).” he replied in one breath, looking down on you. “ You look absolutely bea-”

You cut him off before he could finish, pressing your lips against his. He didn’t think twice of returning the favor and kissing you back, deepening the kiss into a strong and passionate one. His one hand ran through your hair as the other gripped your waist, pulling you against his own chest. Your hands, however, found their way around his neck, feeling his strong pulse as you did. But as strong as he was, you believed yours was even stronger as you felt your heart about to give out from so much fire.

He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours and smiling. “ So how about that Friday we always talked about?”

~ Fin

[rosierthot-blog]

Three Days

November 2nd, 1981. During the Waxing Moon.

A/N: Major Remus angst I guess lmao. Featuring some fun unrequited love and betrayal moods, just what the doctor ordered :^) 

Just something I wrote for practice... I’ve kind of let myself go creative writing-wise so I thought I’d try to go back to my roots: misery lol

A warm green light filled the small living room as green flames leapt up to devour the hunched figure of Albus Dumbledore. As quickly as the green warmth came it was gone and dusk once again draped itself around the hunched figure of Remus J. Lupin.

Remus had collapsed into an armchair, his face in his hands, his nails digging into his temple. He was filled with… The werewolf closed his eyes, his eyelids burning. Something was gnawing its way through his throat muscles, his chest constricted.

Sirius Black. Padfoot. It doesn’t add up, a voice in the back of his head said. The voice felt far away from him. It doesn’t add up.

A shard of ice slipped down his spine. Remus got up, his mouth dry and his hands shaking. Lily and James and Sirius and Peter. Vertigo took hold of him, causing his eyes to swim and his stomach to lurch. It was all he could do to rush over to the kitchen faucet, his knuckles growing white as he clutched the counter top---his stomach emptying itself into the brushed steel sink.

Staring down at the mess in the sink, his jumbled thoughts lurched into focus. James and Lily were dead. And today, Sirius had been found their betrayor. As good as their murderer.

Robotically, Remus stretched out his hand---turning on the faucet to at least make an attempt at cleaning the sick. The drain will clog, the little voice nagged in his ear.

The truth made his skin crawl and his throat constrict painfully. His best friends. Two murdered---no, three murdered: Peter was gone too. Peter, who had always found himself left in the dust of the brotherly bond between James and Sirius. Peter---so unlike Remus---had been unable to adapt, unable to establish himself and find his place in the pack. The beast inside Remus reared its head: He was never one of them, he lacked the character and adaptability. Immediately, Remus regretted the ugly thought. After all it was Peter Pettigrew and not Remus John Lupin who’d gone and lost his life confronting the traitor.

Sirius. With a pang, Remus pictured a younger Sirius--it must have been their seventh year, before they’d left for the Christmas holidays. “I’ll miss you Remus,” Sirius was wearing that expression of his that always left one weak in the knees, “Don’t be afraid to write---if you forget about me, I’ll hex you when we get back.” He’d leant in close to look Remus in the eyes---an unnerving habit of his, that always caused Remus’ mind to go blank and the werewolf’s heart to leap into his throat. Those sharp grey eyes had a way of making you feel like the floor had given way beneath you. 

Remus fist went to the place just over his heart and gripped the shabby nightshirt he was wearing. There was a tightness in his chest, his breathing became ragged and painful. All these years, Sirius Black had been his greatest friend.

Theirs was a different friendship from that of Sirius and James. Sirius and James were all hard slaps on the back, competition---sharp edges and fierce laughter. He and Sirius had been incessant teasing, lingering eye contact, and hugs that had maybe lasted a few seconds too long. Sirius and James were blood brothers, yes, but Sirius had grown closer to Remus. Perhaps it was because Sirius was more able to be vulnerable with him--ironically enough, as Sirius pointed out himself one library session in the autumn of sixth year, he had a sense of security with the werewolf, one he’d never found with anyone else before. Remus still remembered the way his ears had burn and his heart leapt when Sirius had confessed this to him. Sirius had always had a way of making you feel special. When Sirius spoke, Remus would find himself lost in his deep voice, his cadence lazy with a gravely rough-around-the-edges feel. He had a way of speaking that made you feel like you were the only person in the world to him, the only person that mattered. Sirius had a way of making people feel special. Back then, Remus had bitterly concluded that this was the quality that made him so popular with women. Well, one of the many qualities at least.

It was really in fifth year that Remus began to second guess his relationship with Sirius. It was then, that he realized that James’ eyes never caused his heart to perform summersaults in his chest, Peter’s voice never made his fingers tingle, none of his friends caused his head to spin and his heart to sore--none of them except for Sirius. Perhaps, it was this realization that caused Remus to pull away from the dark haired boy. He could still Sirius’ younger face, grey eyes just as piercing and filled with something incomprehensible: “Why’ve you been avoiding me Moony? What’s your problem…” Sirius had later said that that year, Moony had been like sand running through his hands. Remus’ heart had clenched when he’d said this, though he chastised himself for it. Fifth year had been the year he’d both discovered and accepted his feelings for Sirius were beyond platonic. But it was also the year that he’d resigned himself to the brutal reality: his was an unrequited love. He felt content knowing that his heart belong to his handsome best friend and although he did feel the usual twinge of jealousy whenever Sirius gushed about one of his conquests or whenever he walked in on Sirius and yet another red-faced Gryffindor girl, he was content to be by Sirius’ side. He’d reasoned that he didn’t need much more than Sirius’ friendship and his continued trust.

Remus’ heart and throat both constricted painfully, and he forcefully wrenched himself back to reality. No. He shook his head, stumbling backwards until he connected painfully with the kitchen wall. His legs went weak, he found himself on the floor. That never really was Sirius. He’d been wrong, he’d misjudged. Sirius had played him. He’d played everyone.

Taking his head in his hands, Remus dug at his scared, prematurely aged face. He’d noticed Sirius pulling away from him these past few months. He’d noticed the deepening gulf between them, the way Sirius would go quiet whenever he entered the room. He’d noticed that those rare times Sirius had actually spoken to him it wasn’t like it had been then. Then had been words laced with cinnamon and warmth beyond description. Now, it’d been hard, distrusting. 

It had been Remus’ turn to panic, to frustrate, to feel like Sirius was pulling away from just out of his reach, fading into the background. He’d never understood why--Well, he admitted to himself, perhaps I did have some sort of theory. Perhaps Sirius had grown to mistrust him for what he was, an evil, dark beast. Perhaps Sirius had grown weary. Perhaps Sirius believed that he’d be the one to give up Lily and James---and it was then that pained disbelief gave way to pure, unadulterated fury. Moony wanted to break, to break until his insides became unbroken. He felt the wolf inside him rage against his ribcage.

With a new found strength, Remus was on his feet and his fist was through the wall. Fuck Sirius Black. Curse him all the way to hell. Liar, player, disgusting and revolting bastard--he’d played them all, and he’d played Remus most of all. He’d never felt anger like this before, it was intoxicating yet oddly replenishing. He took a step back from the wall, shaking his now bruised fist. His knuckles bleeding. You’ll regret that tomorrow, the voice nagged in his ear.

Why hadn’t Sirius confided in him? Why had he pulled away?

Guilt washed over him: he should have been with Peter. He should have been by Wormtail’s side, ready to duel the traitor. Peter wasn’t stupid, but he’d never been a gifted dueler. If only he’d come see him beforehand… Then for the umpteenth time since the waxing moon had begun, Remus Lupin cursed his horrid condition. It had cost him his childhood, his youth… and now potentially the life of one or all three of the people he loved most in the world. He’d been weak, everyone had seen it. The new moon marked the beginning of his fatigue, in reality he was always exhausted but the closer he got to the full moon the older and greyer and shabbier he became. He hated his lycanthropy, but most of all he hated that even when he wasn’t transformed it still weighed on him. The wolf inside him constantly hungered, draining him at all stages of the moon both physical and mentally.

It doesn’t add up, the voice echoed in his head.

And that’s when the tears came and his heart broken. He hated Sirius. He hated Sirius for ruining the part of himself he treasured the most--his love for Sirius had always made him feel more human, more redeemable. And now, now there was nothing left. His continued love for Sirius now made him feel dirty, guilty. He wanted to break, to destroy everything Padfoot was--but deeper down, he knew that if he saw Sirius again, he would not be able to. But most of all, he hated Sirius for allowing Voldemort to take away James and Lily. For murdering Wormtail. For orphaning James and Lily’s young son. He hated Sirius for tearing a hole in his and so many other’s lives. He hated Sirius for taking away his pack, for forcing him back into isolation and loneliness. At 21, he felt the way he had after his sixth birthday, a full year after Fenrir Greyback’s cruelty had altered the course of his life forever.

But most of all, he hated Sirius for proving him wrong. He hated him for tainting those memories Remus held the closest to his heart.

[kairoth]

Could you do all of the questions?

heyhey! yea! done on my laptop :>

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?♥ usually more milk but then i try to fix the ratio and it ends up being more cereal asfh

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?♥ eehhh sometimes

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?♥ mostly just pieces of paper lol

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?♥ with LOTS of sugar

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?♥ yes. it's gross

6: do you keep plants?♥ yea!

7: do you name your plants?♥ ofc i do

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?♥ music mainly. like you'll know my mood by knowing what song i listen to

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?♥ ye ~

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?♥ my side usually but i move a lot in my sleep

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?♥ bongwater,,

12: what’s your favorite planet?♥ saturn! and pluto,,, and jupiter ahh

13: what’s something that made you smile today?♥ thinking about puppies !!!!!!

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?♥ idk? messy

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!♥ apparently you get taller in space

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?♥ this is boring of me but i like plain ol' pasta with butter and salt the most

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?♥ white with purple ombre !

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.♥ HHH when i was 6 months old i ate a spider and anyone who knows about it never lets me live it down

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?♥ i try to keep em and write in em but i often forget

20: what’s your favorite eye color?♥ mmm i can't choose, they're all great !

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.♥ oof my batman backpack that i gave to my dad. that thing went through A LOT. my new one is really good too tho. it's just red and black but it's served me well.

22: are you a morning person?♥ depends on if i've gotten a good night's sleep and if i'm particularly excited for the day!

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?♥ sleep, listen to music, read

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?♥ yea. we don't talk anymore tho. i miss him

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?♥ nowhere? i've never broken in before

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?♥ i always wear my vans til they fall apart. my current pair are space themed bc ofc

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?♥ juicyfruit ig?

28: sunrise or sunset?♥ sunset

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?♥ ASFH UHM idk?? them just being themselves is enough for me to smile over them

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?♥ yes

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.♥ i wear mismatched socks all the time but like they do match each other somewhat. like. i have a bunch of stitch socks and i don't wear their match but i'll wear another stitch sock with it.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.♥ uhh me and two friends played never have i ever over kik once and long story short we learned a lot abt each other. some things we never wanted to know

33: what’s your fave pastry?♥ idk! i like danish pastries pretty well tho

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?♥ teddy!! i got him when i was 5 from my cousin for like a nickel. he's just a standard lil brown teddy bear. and ofc i still have him asdgh can't sleep without him. i even bring him to sleepovers

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?♥ yea! i use them when i can

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?♥ EDEN. and crywank generally fits me too

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?♥ i like it to be clean but often it just gets cluttered and i don't have the motivation to clean it

38: tell us about your pet peeves!♥ uhhh i hate rude, arrogant, judgemental people, disloyalty, uhm, the sound that weird plastic makes, uhhh idk

39: what color do you wear the most?♥ mostly black and white

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?♥ my solar system bracelet! i saw the post for it on tumblr and sent it to my mum, and she ended up getting it for me for christmas!

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?♥ we were liars by e. lockhart. if i had to choose a fave it'd be that one. i sobbed for days after reading it. i think it kinda did smthn to my soul

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!♥ i do not sadly :

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?♥ my mum, i think ?

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?♥ oof, when harley was still here. it was a nice day, the sun was shining through my window, birds singing, EDEN playing softly, and harley was all cuddled up on my chest with his head tucked under my chin, purring away.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?♥ depends. i try to evenly listen to my instincts and to logic

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.♥ my friend used to make a lot of bone puns bc of undertale and sans and one of my faves is "wasn't that HUMERUS"

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?♥ SEAFOOD it's grrrrrrrrrrroooooooosssss

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?♥ death. and yes.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?♥ haven't bought many of those, i mostly listen to spotify :0 i did get the vinyl of black parade that mcr was giving out for the anniversary !

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?♥ crystals ig? pokemon cards, pens, books. uhh. i have a lot of paper and notebooks lmao

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?♥ mm. good times by all time low.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?♥ uhh idk i like all of em

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?♥ heathers is epic and i love christian slater but also his voice is hilarious, beetlejuice was good and amazingly weird, and i've no seen the other two yet.

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?♥ HHH. the other day my mum's friend was talking abt how she's having problems with renters and she looked like she was gonna cry but it was more frustration than anything so idk?

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?♥ man idk it's prob somethin big but i don't remember

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?♥ ? idk. it depends ig?? like for my one friend i love that he loves animals, for my other i love that she loves music. for one i love her kindness and outward innocence and i find it hilarious when she actually shows her angry or sassy side.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?♥ god i love bohemian rhapsody. so good. so catchy. the best. me and my former bff used to sing it all the time

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?♥ mmmm idk :0

59: what’s your favorite myth?♥ i love myths abt creatures! my faves are about the fae folk.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?♥ idk :0

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?♥ uhh just a basic gift card ig. and uhm idk?

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?♥ mm if i have juice i'll drink it!

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?♥ i try to keep them organized

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?♥ it's getting late and it's kinda cloudy and grey

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?♥ yeaa.

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?♥ mmm idk! maybe lots of purple and light blues? :0

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?♥ bad. i've always been nervous with storms and whatnot and those kinda days just make me jittery.

68: what’s winter like where you live?♥ well for a while it actually is winter and gets cold. but it's florida so ofc it goes back to being hot af.

69: what are your favorite board games?♥ i've always been fond of sorry sliders and candy land

70: have you ever used a ouija board?♥ NO AND I NEVER WILL. my mum and aunts did once and HHHHHHHH they ended up with a possessed barney doll

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?♥ earl grey ! i really wanna try lavender tea tho

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?♥ yea but i don't often actually do it

73: what are some of your worst habits?♥ i sleep and procrastinate too much but i'm trying, i pick at threads a lot hhh,

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.♥ ok uhh. they remind me of a canary bird. i associate them with yellow and pink. they're super sweet. always helpful. sad and i wish i could help them more. all in all a v good friend and v good person.

75: tell us about your pets!♥ OOF OK GET READY. syd: sydney, my man. the big orange floof. meathead. he likes to stand up and hold onto your shirt or pants and it's cute but also CLAWS. v smart, knows that if he annoys me enough i'll open my door for him. maggie: pretty pretty princess. also the grossest princess. beaut white, brown capped fur and green gold eyes and cutest lil meows. bean: has two thumbs, one is teensy tiny. meows are like inaudible. usually grumpy and will run if you pet her. only accepts affection when she's sleepy. sebastian: the real grumpy cat. russian blue boy. has a hard time jumping correctly now cos he's old. always talking and complaining. likes pets. will fight you. ash: scaredy boi. dark as night. murrs instead of meows bc he wasn't raised by other cats. rarely purrs but you know he loves you. likes head bumps. will scratch you if you're not paying attention to him. can be a bully. arrow: FAT. has scabs bc he keeps scratching himself,, why boi why (we think he's allergic to smthn). meows LOUDLY. eats everyone's food. likes to go outside. once got stuck in the same tree twice. shelby: old girl. jack russel. super hyper but also LAZY. only sleeps under blankets. gets jealous. will force her way onto your lap. the smelliest dog in existence i swear. emmy: chihuahua. grumpyyyy old lady. always telling people to shut up (mostly shelby). cute tho. has seizures sometimes. will purposefully use the bathroom on the floor where you'll step or on something of yours if you upset her. moriarty: my snek! good boy. likes to be under his paper towels. smol. has a cute face. percy: GRUMPY leopard gecko. she's a blizzard morph and she looks purple. so grumpy aaaaaaaaah. red: my betta girl. the other girls with her (blue and esme) died. she comes up to the glass to say hi to you. oscar the grouch: hedgehog. SO GRUMP. he literally turned his entire house around so you can't see him. rude. lillith, yuki, and star: ferrets. inseperable. good little catsnakes who i love. yuki has a thing for feet and shoes. star messes with the dogs/cats by nipping them. lillith is good but bites a bit hard. the chickens: we named them after the avengers. cap can die. literally she hates me and my mum she tries to fight us. RUDE.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?♥ yes. schoolwork

77: pink or yellow lemonade?♥ i like both !

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?♥ uhh hate club ig? idrk?????

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?♥ mmmMM my former bff used to be very supportive of my clinginess and she would be talking and i could just like hold my hands out to her or hug her and she'd be totally ok with it and not even pause talking. the best thing ever tbh

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?♥ two walls are light grey and the other two are a slightly darker grey! i chose it :> i wanted a good neutral color besides beige or white.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.♥ mmm. like the sun shining through the branches of the trees.

82: are/were you good in school?♥ i mean?? ig? i get ok grades (mostly Bs) but i always procrastinate assignments cos i'm lazy and unmotivated

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?♥ ooohh my fave is from life starts now by three days grace. i actually made it my theme once on chrome

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?♥ yea! i wanna get a lot of space related ones! and maybe the chip number of my boy harley

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?♥ mm. i read webcomics! a fave of mine is stutterhug by samantha davies on taptastic :>

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?♥ uhhhhhhh i don't know any off the top of my head and i looked it up and it says american idiot by green day is one and i love them so? yeah

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?♥ THE CROW. and the last unicorn!! both so good

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?♥ i've always been fond of symbolism

89: are you close to your parents?♥ i'm close to my mum! not so much my dad

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.♥ woodsboro, maryland! that's where my aunts and cousins live. i love going up there!

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?♥ idk! my mum did bring up going somewhere this year tho

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?♥ barely even a pinch. unless it's spaghetti and that powdery parmesan cheese

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?♥ wellll we shaved the sides and back so it's just long at the top and flipped sideways

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?♥ ? it was my mum's boss's birthday a few days ago :0 we all had lunch together and she asked me what name she should call me by. i love her tbh

95: what are your plans for this weekend?♥ hopefully i can go see the puppies !!!

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?♥ procrastinate

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?♥ infp, leo but i relate more to my scorpio chart, and hufflepuff!

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?♥ i've never actually been hiking!! and tbh i enjoy pretty much anything long as i'm with someone i like!

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.♥ jupiter by EDEN, leech boy by crywank, lost//found by EDEN, boats & birds by gregory and the hawk, and saturn by sleeping at last. a lot of others too ahh

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?♥ five years in the past. i could fix a lot of things that happened.

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Tastes Like Love

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Three different sweet treats for a very sweet day. Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T Warnings: Swearings 1,925 words

Notes: So...it’s been too long...LMAO. I haven’t been happy with my writing lately and I can’t seem to put any ideas into words but last night I got this little idea and ran to write something before it escaped! It’s not much but at least it’s an update. Here’s the visual of the cookie I mentioned down there, if you want. Happy (belated) Valentine’s day y’all! <3 Enjoy!

It's around 9 in the morning when the team finally lands at the Avengers facility, having flown an all night flight after a mission in a remote place in the globe. Everyone is just so tired and so damn sleepy that the usual formalities are forgotten and Steve settles for a late debrief, after they're all rested and fed, at least. All Bucky can think about is taking a shower and hitting the sheets. He knows it's Valentine's Day and he knows that it's likely that his doll would be anxiously waiting for him to come home, but the idea of a shower and a nap is just too appealing for him to pass away. That is, until he finally arrives home.

Their apartment is feeling warm and cozy when he steps in, maybe more than he's ever noticed before hence his current tiredness but the even better than that, is coming home to her lovely voice singing in the kitchen while she appears to be making pancakes for breakfast.

It's a sight to behold really – his girl looking completely and utterly cute in one of his shirts, sock clad feet parading around the kitchen's floor while she sings to one of her indie tunes and makes him a welcome breakfast. She isn't one to cook often but he appreciates everytime she does and right now isn't going to be any different. Bucky thanks the Gods that he's still able to be as silent as mouse even tired and in less than three steps he's standing just behind her, arms wrapping up her waist from behind as she lets out a startled shriek with the sudden presence. It takes only a flip of his arm until she's facing him, her lips parted in surprise until he's covering them with his own. She tastes like whipped cream and strawberries and more importantly than that, she tastes like home. "Oh my God– oh my God, you're home!" She beams up confusedly once they part the kiss, her arms immediately wrapping up his neck as she squeezes him for her dear life. "I missed you so much!" Bucky chuckles quietly against her neck and presses a little kiss to the curve of her shoulder, arms tightening just as much around her waist until her feet is nearly off the ground. "I missed you too, baby girl." Bucky grins, his teeth grazing against her skin until she's laughing quietly and pulling his head away from the spot. "What you've been up to, huh?" She does her best to look guilty under his eyes and Bucky can only think it's the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen in his life. With a quick look around, he notices she's really making pancakes but one of a very special kind that is. He can't help but smile dumbly as he notices it, the plate of nearly ready pancakes resting on the counter beside one bowl filled with whipped cream and another one filled with chopped strawberries. "I've been moping around and babysitting the neighbor's dog all this time." She replies dramatically, starting to take slow steps behind until she's got him sitting by the table. "Bentley makes so much better company than you, though. You need to step up your game." "Or we could just get a dog ourselves." Bucky offers as nonchalantly as he can, knowing that his words immediately peaked her interest by the way she quickly turned around to him, wide eyes and whatnot. "Well, it's true. You always keep complaining how lonely it can get sometimes, I just thought we could get some you your own company." With a bowl of whipped cream in one hand and a bowl of strawberries in the other, she just suspiciously narrows his eyes at him before placing the dishes on the table, almost failing to keep her facade as he throws a flirty wink to her direction that nearly makes her smile. "This is serious business, Mr. Barnes. We'll need to discuss this further." She says in a serious tone that instantly melts once she grabs the full plate of pancakes, placing the last goodie on the table before winking back at him. "But you'll need to eat my Valentine's Day pancakes first." He swears he tries to but it's almost impossible to hold a smile after her speech. "Valentine's Day pancakes." "Yes." "You made them." "Of course." "Heart-shaped pancakes." "What?" She pouts through a cute frown, crossing her arms around her chest and doing her best to look as sad as he can while Bucky just tries to hold back a grin, raised eyebrows as he slumps back against the wooden chair. "You don't like them? They're cute!" Her insistent remark is enough to make him chuckle and reach out his vibranium arm around her waist, wrapping her body in a gentle hold until he's pulling her to straddle his lap and she's loosely throwing one of her arms over his shoulders. He can only guess he looks just as tired as he feels but once he's got her just like this with him, gentle hand brushing over his stubbled cheek, Bucky decides he can forget about his tiredness and shower an nap for some time more. "I love them." Bucky mutters with a lazy but tired smile, making her smile just in the same way when he leans forward and presses a lingering kiss to her lips, the taste of whipped cream from his mouth filling her own. "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything for Valentine's. I should've picked up something before coming home." "I've got my very own present right here." She smiles brightly and runs a hand through his hair, making him dip his head back and expose the column of his throat as she starts to press small little kisses all over his skin before mumbling again. "I'm glad you're home." Heart-shaped pancakes. All Bucky can seem to do in that moment is smile. "I'm glad to be home."

It's around 4 in the afternoon when Bucky wakes up from his well deserved nap, trying to catch up with all his lost sleep while his girl went out to her own doings. He's supposed to be back at the facility for the debriefing by now, but he's feeling way too meh to go all the way back now.

Plus, the fact that she seems to be getting just home again just adds him one more argument to skip the duty. Bucky gets up from the bed in still silent but lazy steps, dragging himself all the way from the bedroom to the kitchen, where she's placing various bags on the counter with a rather teasing and way too suspicious smile. It's a good thing he can figure out one of the bags being from their favorite little bakery back in Brooklyn. Not even minding his own state – shirtless with messy hair and sleepy eyes, Bucky doesn't even think twice before digging into the contents of the cute pale pink bag, not even regretting the choice of ripping the pretty thing apart despite her complaints. He's familiar enough with her and the bakery to know that it's several boxes of cookies that are filling the bag. First because she isn't very fond of cooking or baking anything for that matter and second because they're already acquainted with the place's everything to know exactly what it is. But just as in the morning, Bucky isn't expecting to find those kind of cookies. His expression must have shown his surprise because as soon as his eyes land on the treats, she instantly starts to laugh and walks around the kitchen to stand beside him by the counter. "What the hell?" Bucky mutters under his breath, only making her laugh harder as he picks one of the cookies to take a closer look at the drawings, beautifully made but still making him confused. "Did they actually sell those? Or did you order them?" "They sell it but you can ask for a customized one if you want to." She smirks knowingly and reaches out for a chocolate one, glancing at it with a content sigh before taking a bite of it. "As I'm the greatest girlfriend in the entire world, I obviously asked for customized ones." He truly looks torn between surprise and adoration and confusion, so much that she can't help but press a quick smooch to his lips before feeding him with the rest of the cookie she's got in hands. The cookies are neatly placed on the box and though their style is a bit funny, Bucky can't deny they look beautifully made and just ready to be eaten, even more after a long and relaxing nap in the afternoon. As he finishes eating the one she gave and picks another one, she takes a moment to glance at him with pure delight. "You like them?" She asks rather anxiously, munching a cookie of her own until he opens his mouth to reply and she's covering it up to speak again. "Don't lie to me on Valentine's Day, bitch." Bucky immediately lets out a laugh, throwing his arm around her shoulder and pulling her chest flush against his before picking up another cookie. With gentle nibbles being given to his jaw and hands sliding all over his back, he takes a look at the writings and shrug dismissively with a teasing smile, just to repeat the words that decorate the cookie. "Meh...they're ok."

It's around 10 in the evening when Bucky lies her down on the bed, his hands roaming through every little piece of her skin as she just keeps giving these little content sighs that kills him every single time. He ends up not going to the facility at all, and the main excuse ends to be 'it's fucking Valentine's Day, Steve' to which his friend is surprised to be remembered of.

Whatever plan Bucky had for that night  is long forgotten over his girl now. Though she isn't wearing anything fancy, just one of her usual pairs of panties and a Stark Industries shirt, she's easily the most beautiful woman he's seen in his entire life. Nobody can hold a candle to the skin he knows like the palm of his hand, the smell that seems to linger on his clothes whenever he's away, the smile that is nearly impossible to forget by now. This isn't a traditional Valentine's Day and he's well aware of that fact but he loves it all the same because it's theirs and special in its own way despite his hectic work or her witty sense of humor. The pancakes were funnily heart-shaped, the cookies had sassy sayings and the box of chocolates he's bought her when they went out...ended up in the microwave, melted to attend much improved activities. It's not surprising that they're nearly done with it by the time they finally make it to the bedroom. He can still see the faint trail of chocolate lingering on her neck and collarbones, a few smudges around her breasts and stomach here and there, a spot he didn't notice over her thighs. Sweet as all the treats they've been eating through the day but not as sweet as the words that she softly whispers to him in the dead of the night, hours after the Valentine's Day is done. "Hey, Bucky?" She whispers softly, cheek pressed against his chest as a shy smile curves up her lips and his heart nearly skips a beat. "I love you."