#i need to drop my core four playlists

[lesbojughead]

potentially going to make another riverdale amv using ttpd, i just have to…. i cant rest until there’s a jarchie ttpd amv

[the-oblivious-writer]

Comfort Crowd

Core Four and Fem!Reader | Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader

One-Shot: Social Media Au, No GF Au

Summary: Just you, the core four, and a few other scream characters being chaotic

Warning(s): Swearing, "kys" being thrown around (once & jokingly ofc), no gf au, best friend's older sister & age gap (sam is 25/26 & r is 19)

Notes: First time doing a social media au thing for a fic soo if you have any feedback lemme know. Hope you enjoy, this was honestly fun to make

3/7 for Seven Days Of Christmas

mindythegreat

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mindythegreat: can’t take these bitches anywhere @y/n @justalilguy

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chadtheman_meeks: I just know your asses are freezing 💀

>justalilguy: SHE THREW ME ASS FIRST

>y/n: THREEWW?? YOU JUMPED ON MY BACK THEN SLIPPED

>justalilguy: LIESS

>y/n: YOU CAN SEE IT SO CLEARLY IN THE FIRST PHOTO

>justalilguy: GASLIGHTER

>y/n: LITERALLY STFUP

chadtheman_meeks: now they're at it in the replies 😭

>ambers_notafreeman: LMAO

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y/n

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y/n: we studying tf outa this exam 😤

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chadtheman_meeks: you spent the first 20 mins deciding on what playlist to use and then another 10 flirting with the librarian

>y/n: and you spent the first half hour giggling with liv on face time 🤨

mindythegreat: chad knows how to read??

>chadtheman_meeks: fuck you.

justalilguy: I see you've started without me 😒

>y/n: WE WERE SUPPOSED TO MEET LIKE TWO HOURS AGO??

>justalilguy: IT'S NOT MY FAULT MY ALARM DIDN'T GO OFF

>y/n: WE WERE MEETING AT 4 HOW MUCH SLEEP DO YOU NEED???

samcarpenter1997: @justalilguy This is the study session you slept through?

>justalilguy: sam?? since when did you have insta?

>samcarpenter1997: Mindy helped me set up an account

y/n: @justalilguy why have you never told me that your older sister is so breath taking? that's breaking girl code 😔

>justalilguy: no. just no. stay away from her.

>y/n: I was just making an observation? btw can I come over?

>justalilguy: NO.

>y/n: so in 30 mins work? great! tell sammy I won't be long

>justalilguy: YOU DID NOT JUST-

chadtheman_meeks: @justalilguy it's a canon event.

>not_ethanlandry: she hit on my sister too

>justwes: and mine

>livvy: mine too

>ambers_notafreeman: same.

>justalilguy: @y/n you have a fucking problem

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y/n

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y/n: bro's too stubborn to admit she needs help reaching the top shelf

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ambers_notafreeman: lmao she's so short not even tip-toeing would help her reach

>mindythegreat: rip amber

>livvy: was nice knowing you ames

>justalilguy: oh? well if I'm so short then ig I can't kiss you

>ambers_notafreeman: I didn't mean it in a bad way bby 😢

>justalilguy: there's a good way? please. enlighten me.

ambers_notafreeman: @y/n wat do I do.

>y/n: hm? oh, sry, I was too busy laughing at your ass being in the doghouse for the 3rd time this week 💀

>ambers_notafreeman: kys.

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samcarpenter1997

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samcarpenter1997: (sam? putting a caption? funny.)

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y/n: KSHFSKH I mean- Gorgeous as always 💕

>samcarpenter1997: Thank you! 🙂

>justalilguy: GTFO OF HER COMMENTS as for you @samcarpenter1997 wtf was that???

>samcarpenter1997: Your friend gave me a compliment. I literally just said thank you.

>justalilguy: since when do you actually reply to comments?? second of all, THE EXCLAMATION MARK AND EMOJI??? Sam. for you, that's basically jamming your tongue down her throat

>samcarpenter1997: I was just being polite, you're really overthinking this

>y/n: yeah, @justalilguy just listen to the drop dead gorgeous woman

>samcarpenter1997: @y/n Talking about yourself?

>y/n: oh!! 🤭

>justalilguy: I've died and this is hell.

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y/n

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y/n: me and my fav drummer boy @juswes are back at it again

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justwes: anything for my favorite guitarist 😊

>y/n: ❤️

chadtheman_meeks: I better be the first to hear it!

>y/n: was there any doubt??

samcarpenter1997: That guitar looks good on you

>y/n: bet you'd suit me better

>samcarpenter1997: We could test that theory

>y/n: oh, how I'd love to

>justalilguy: what. the. actual. fuck.

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mindythegreat

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mindythegreat: LMAOO guess what she just walked in on

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chadtheman_meeks: I KNEW IT I KNEW IT

ambers_notafreeman: @justalilguy I just got your text, I'm so sorry babe 😭

>justalilguy: IN THE FUCKING LIVING ROOM

not_ethanlandry: I don't get it?

>justwest: same

>chadtheman_meeks: y/n and sam were making out and Tara saw them...

>justwes: OH...y/n's gonna be annoying asf now right?

>chadtheman_meeks: 100%

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y/n

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y/n: LOST IN THE LABYRINTH OF MY MIND

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justalilguy: this is my new waking nightmare.

>chadtheman_meeks: I tried to warn you

>ambers_notafreeman: you should see the look on her face rn

nik: aww, you guys are so cute together 🥰

>y/n: thank you anika<33

not_ethanlandry: you said you weren't looking for a relationship?

>y/n: with you. I wasn't looking for a relationship with you

>not_ethanlandry: noted

mindythegreat: @ambers_notafreeman pay up

>ambers_notafreeman: @y/n you couldn't have waited another week before posting how down bad you are??

>y/n: the heart wants what the heart wants

samcarpenter1997: 🖤

>y/n: 🤍

>samcarpenter1997: Are you coming over later?

>y/n: ofc I am 😉

>samcarpenter1997: Then I'll see you later, beautiful

>y/n: skhfkhfksh see you 🥰

mindythegreat: @justalilguy weren't you just telling me you think they look good together?

>justalilguy: MINDY

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chadtheman_meeks

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chadtheman_meeks: @y/n was supposed to put them in for 10 minutes...she put them in for 30 😐

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justalilguy: @y/n how tf do you mess that up

>y/n: I don't appreciate being attacked rn

>justalilguy: hm?

>y/n: ...I wanted them a extra crispy

>justalilguy: you're such a dumbass sometimes 💀

>y/n: actually I'm just a girl

ambers_notafreeman: @y/n aren't you always saying how you'd be a housewife for the right woman and shit

>y/n: that still stands!!

>ambers_notafreeman: how do you expect to do that when you can't even bake cookies??

>y/n: wow. I wasn't expecting such sexism from you- chad maybe but you? it's the betrayal for me 😦

>ambers_notafreeman: idk how I tolerate you

>chadtheman_meeks: um hello???

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y/n

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y/n: Merry christler🎄❄️

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A/N: Tara and R in a nutshell (poor chad getting caught in the middle)

[ghost-proofbaby]

twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

HOUR THIRTEEN

in which eddie wants to distract you from the one thing you ask for: honesty. it's a shame he never realized just how dirty you can play when you want something bad enough.

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, upside down does not exist, smut, female masturbation/male masturbation, exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), minors dni

→ wc: 3.2k+

→ a/n: probably the shortest chapter of the entire series. if i added anything else from what will be in hour 14, it would simply get too long. and this length felt good for what i was trying to accomplish! as always with my smut, my apologies if it ain't up to standard. i don't really edit my smut chapters haha. thank you all for being so kind and for all messages, reblogs, etc! &lt;3

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13:00 ────────ㅇ───────── 24:00

HOUR THIRTEEN - 4:00 AM

“Would you like me to be honest now, doll? Or would you rather me eat that poor pussy right here, right now, on this counter?” 

Against your better judgment, your knees spread for him. 

Honesty can wait, you realize, as his palms are warm against your skin. He’s slow in his descent, dropping to his knees on his kitchen floor at an antagonizing pace. 

“Is that what you want? I was interrupted earlier, after all,” he murmurs, eyes locked with yours as he finally settles on the floor, hands cupping the back of your knees before tugging your hips to settle at the edge of the counter, “Use your words for me, sweetheart.” 

No, we can’t settle a fight with sex. That is not becoming our new normal. 

“Yes,” you breathe out, your mind in shambles as you look down at him on his knees for you. As if he’s prepared to worship. As if the two of you weren’t just arguing. 

“Yes, what?” 

He’s weaponizing himself against you now. Fingertips tickling down your calves, smiles lilting in a knowing grin. He knows that he has you right where he wants you right now. He knows just how desperate he can turn you. 

“Yes, please,” you beg, giving into the desperation far too soon. But he only tsks in response, not fully accepting the plea despite the rashness that drips from your tone. And so you try again as his fingers return to your waist and plays with the band of the sweatpants you had just put back on, “I want you to eat my poor pussy right here, right now. On this counter. Please.” 

He doesn’t expect the straight-forwardness, the crude words – you shock even yourself. You can see his upper-hand immediately falter as his breath catches in his chest and his hands curl unexpectedly into the bare skin beneath the clothing he was fiddling with. 

He thinks he has you right where he wants you, but you know better. You’ve caught on quickly; he isn’t just doing this to distract you, but because he needs it just as much as you. This is not a weapon against just you in this argument, but himself as well. The distraction is a double-edged sword, and just as he was pressing it against your own skin in the form of a devilish grin and wandering hands, you decide to press it right back. 

You go for the sternum as you whisper, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? It’s a win-win for you, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he keeps his face stoney, but you can catch his blush rising underneath the fluorescent lighting. 

In another daring move, you swat away his hands, and you remove the sweatpants.

Fuck Eddie. Fuck all the fights. Fuck letting him have all the control, all the fun. 

“No? Allow me to explain,” your voice grows in volume and confidence simultaneously, and you relish the way his eyes have widened when met with your clothed core once more. He’s looking at it like it’s the first time, as if he hadn’t just had his way with you on his couch, you at his mercy fully. “I think you want to get your mouth on me even more than I want it. And if you get your way, you also get to avoid honesty. Again.” 

Your mind somehow becomes sharper in the haze he’d originally caused. The look in his eyes only fuels you as you bring your hands to the edge of his sweater, toying with the hem and smirking at him. 

“I see,” he hums, reaching out for you, eyes still glassy and distracted. You swat his hand away before it even gets the chance to reach your knee. In an instant, his gaze adverts from your pussy to look up to you, stunned with a dumb-struck expression, puffy lips parted as his mouth hangs open ever-so-slightly, “That sounds like a win for me and for you. I’m not seeing the issue here, doll.” 

“The issue is you avoiding honesty, Munson,” you scoff. You finally lean forward, pulling his sweatshirt off of you. You toss it to the ground beside where he kneels, now wearing nothing but your panties and the shit-eating grin that would usually belong to him, “I’d like to propose a deal.” 

He’s easy to turn dumb. Too easy. The moment your breasts are exposed, the man before you is nearly drooling, eyes darting from them to your core, rinse and repeat, as if he can’t decide what to focus on. Anywhere but your eyes. Anywhere but your smug expression. 

You have the upperhand. 

“Look at me,” you demand. Your voice doesn’t hold the same strength as his would – that’s not your forte. Your forte is in the softness you continue to carry, the delicacy you now weaponize with shy fingers that trail down over your own stomach, inching closer to your underwear.

“What’s the deal?” he asks without complying to your request. 

Immediately, you pause your wandering hands to lean forward, balancing your elbows on your knees as a hand grabs at his chin. It’s daring, even for you, but oh so rewarding. Blown out pupils swallow up the shades of gold that thread his irises as you give him no other choice to focus on your face again. 

“What do you want?” he’s the one now desperate, still on his knees, urgency drowning out any cockiness that had been in his tone to begin with. He’s at your mercy, “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.” 

“Honesty.”

He’s turned into something impenetrable. You can practically feel the waves of his ocean still. Neither of you breathe for one second, two seconds, three seconds. Only three seconds, but it could have been an eternity there in his kitchen. 

Your grip on his chin never falls. 

“Honesty?” he questions, brows furrowing, eyes narrowing, “I already told you, princess, you either get one or the other. You can’t have both. Not happening.” 

“No?” you coo, finally removing your fingers from his skin. There’s not a single sign of the hold you had on him, your touch having been as soft as a butterfly’s wings. He’s unmarked, and he’ll remain that way, unless he agrees to your terms. You’re determined now. The upper hand won’t be sliding from your grasp as easily as it had fallen from his, “That’s a shame.” 

You lean back and his eyes follow your every movement, “And why’s that?” 

“Because if you’re not honest, you’re not laying a hand on me.” 

“That’s still my deal, baby,” he’s trying to be condescending again, to get you back under his thumb and constrained by his idea of a distraction. 

It won’t work. Not this time. 

He leans forward, and just as his breath hits the wet spot that had begun to form over your clothed cunt, you bring a hand to his forehead and push him away. Your knees snap shut immediately as he tries to keep his balance, leaning back on his haunches. 

He’s glaring up at you now. But he’s still not desperate enough. 

“Not your deal at all,” you continue on. You’re enjoying yourself far too much, and he can tell. His breathing is picking up, his jaw has locked as he gazes up at you, “See, pretty boy, with my deal, we could have our cake and eat it too,” He swallows hard as you bring a hand up to one of your breasts, “You’re honest with me, and I let you get your mouth on my pussy. A win for everyone.” 

“And if I’m not honest?” 

“Then I’ll take care of myself. I’m a big girl, simple as that.” 

You’ve had to spell it out for him, but it finally clicks in his mind. You can watch the mechanics of him processing your words in real time, and that desperation you’ve been seeking out this entire time has arrived. Pathetic, big eyes. Lips twitching to avoid falling victim to a pout. If you could see his knuckles, you’d find them turning a bright shade of white as he grips his knees painfully. 

Just as he opens his mouth to argue again, your finger flicks at your nipple. All words on his tongue die, shrivel, dissipate at the sound of your soft moan. 

“Such a shame,” you sigh out, heading lulling backwards. The back of your skull hits his cabinet with a soft thump and you hope that it won’t ache once the adrenaline and euphoria has passed, “I was kind of excited to see what that mouth could do besides piss me off.” 

“You’re bluffing,” he deadpans, zeroing in on your fingers as they let go of one nipple and move onto the next, “You’ll cave before I do, sweetheart.”

“I don’t think I will,” your voice is breathless as you twist your nipple, arching your back into the touch for emphasis. It’s not as good as his hands would be, you know that, but you’re not backing down now. You have your eyes on the prize, staring down honesty with the same intensity that he stares between your legs. 

“No? Are you sure you aren’t imagining how much better my fingers could be? My hands?” he eggs on. Almost as if subconsciously, he’s leaning forward into your gravitation again. When his nose brushes your knee, your thighs clench harder. 

It’s not to keep him out. His words travel down your spine, wrapping and shocking all the way down until they’ve reached your core.

His hands would feel better, but his honesty will feel the best. 

“You forget that before tonight, I went about life just fine without your hands,” you reply as you finally let your hand begin down a path over your torso again, starting at your sternum and traveling at an agonizing pace. You’re teasing yourself just as he would, as you know he wants to. 

As you know he craves to. 

“Yeah?” he chuckles lowly. Your eyes flutter close as your fingers reach the band of your panties, and you try to imagine the look on his face as you prepare yourself for his taunting, “I’ve seen the way you stare at my hands, baby. I’ve caught you staring when I’m playing with my rings. That dumb expression on your face as you watch me tap on tables. Just how many times have you imagined them wrapped around your throat, or knuckles deep in that pussy, before tonight?” 

Your eyes snap open. His chest is puffed up both in self-satisfaction and heaving breaths, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. And he knows you’re watching intently, making a show of it as he slows the drag of it. A small teasing of this tongue could be on you right now. 

“See, now you’re asking a bit much of me, don’t you think?” you try to keep your tone even as your hand stays poised at the edge of your underwear, making eye contact once more, “Sounds a lot like you’re asking for honesty from me. You shouldn’t ask for things you can’t give in return.” 

With those words, your hand plunges into your underwear, fingers sliding between your folds, teasing your hole as you gather wetness to trail back up to your clit. 

It breaks Eddie. Seeing your fingers hidden by your panties, pleasuring yourself, making whines begin to spill out between gasps, pulled from the back of your throat as your knees separate enough to accommodate your hand. 

“What do you want me to be honest about?” he nearly barks out. You see his shoulder moving, arm crossing closer to his lap, and know his palming himself through his sweats. 

You take the time to insert a finger into your clenching hole, Eddie’s eyes finding yours at the intrusion, biting down your moan into a mere hum before saying, “Why do you hate me?” 

“Right now?” he gasps out, confirming he is touching himself to the show you’re putting on, “I hate you for being such a fucking brat. I hate you for thinking you’re in control right now.”

“I am in control.” 

You slip in a second finger, curling them in sync as you press them in knuckle-deep. It’s not enough – it’s not as good as his fingers. You whine out at the thought, bucking your hips against your hand, palm applying pressure on your clit. 

“Baby, you wish you were-” he goes to bring a hand to your knee again, and you’re already ready with a hand, grabbing his wrist sharply this time. 

“How hard are you right now?” you ask, having to slow your movements to get out any coherent words. You can feel his heartbeat racing below his skin, feel the taunt muscles of his arm as he tries to exercise self-constraint. He’s losing – he’s failing, miserably. 

Just having his skin against yours as you continue to pump your own fingers into yourself has more intense waves of pleasure tearing through you. 

“How- I-” he stutters. He’s licking his lips again, but this time, it’s not to tease you. 

He craves it as much as you need it. You need his honesty, and you need his goddamn mouth on you. 

“I asked you a question,” you pant, grip tightening on him. You can see his shoulder shifting more fervently now, see the flush of his cheeks. He’s touching himself, and he’s close. 

If he finishes first, he wins. You can’t have that. 

“Tell me how hard you are right now, honestly, and I’ll let you touch me.” 

A snap in his composure. You feel it in the twitch of his wrist in your grasp. “Hard. So fucking hard, I can’t fucking think right now,” you begin to get starry vision, pumping your fingers faster, curling harder to reach for a spot you can’t seem to find when his eyes are on you and his hands are right there, “If I don’t get my mouth on you within the next five seconds, sweetheart, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” 

You’re right on the edge, teetering over a cliffside. At the bottom are all the repercussions of what is to come. The breeze of your defeat, the call of his honesty. You don’t have to think twice; you remove your hand from yourself despite the disappointment that ruffles your entire body, and your knees fall open to him. 

He hardly gives you the time to release your grip on his wrist before his fingers are tearing into the waistband of your panties and tearing them down your thighs, letting them fall to the floor limply once they brush your ankles. His palms dig into the meat of your thighs, spreading you impossibly apart and tugging you to nearly hang off the edge of the counter before he’s bringing his face to your hot core.

And then he pauses. You’re waiting for the feeling of his tongue in you, his nose to bump your clit, and he pauses. 

“For the record,” he breathes out, and it has your core clenching against nothing as you feel it against you. His fingers dig into your thighs harsher, “I never hated you.” 

You look down at him, pretty between your thighs, brown eyes sparkling, “Are you being honest right now?” 

“I am,” he doesn’t hesitate, leaning forward and kissing your mound, “I could never hate you.” 

You’ve won. Your victory settles in the air around the two of you, your victory whispers between each kitten lick he makes at your clit, to each thrust of his fingers when he presses two into you without warning. Your victory tangles in his hair just as your hands do as your hips buck up against his mouth, desperate and uncaring in lack of control. Your victory splotches your vision, blacking it out when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. Your victory dances with the stars behind your eyelids as he curls his finger into the spot you’d been searching for, as he traces an unspoken language over your clit, as you repeatedly call out his name and he murmurs “good girl” in vibrations that reverberate through your core, your spine, your vines, your flames. 

You’ve won. But it doesn’t feel like winning when you’re coming down from your high, Eddie pressing kisses to your inner thigh and lips shining from your slick, and his words come back to haunt you. 

“I could never hate you.” 

The victory has come at a cost. One that neither of you address as you catch your breaths. As you slump to the side, resting your temple against the side of his cool refrigerator, you look down to see a wet spot spread across the crotch of Eddie’s sweatpants. 

You knew he had been touching himself to you touching yourself, but the patch is far too large to have just been precum. 

“Did you…” you murmur, fighting a grin, “Did you cum from eating me out?” 

Eddie, remarkably enough, isn’t even shameless as he rakes a hand through his curls, pursing his lips in a way that only accentuates to the slow curl upwards of the corners, “You look so surprised for someone who was so insistent that I needed that more than you did.” 

“I was right,” you laugh, lifting out of your lean supported by the appliance to your left, “I knew it.” 

He only chuckles back in response, rising slowly from his kneeling position, “Yeah, yeah, Sherlock Holmes. You cracked the case – congratulations,” he doesn’t close the space between the two of you as he stands there, and his words pester the back of your mind again. If you could never hate me, why are you so far away right now? “Stay here, I can come back with another ra-”

“You don’t have to clean me up again,” you interrupt. His words are pushing forward now. I could never hate you. It doesn’t make sense, doesn’t fit right into everything you already know of Eddie, “I’ll be fine. Just clean yourself up, yeah?” 

He looks taken back, but says nothing more as he nods before leaving the kitchen. He sends you one last glance, one last chance to say more. But you can’t say a word to him, or even meet his gaze, as you filter through endorphins and try to pull sensibility from what just happened.

He leaves, and you regret. You don’t regret doing all of this with him – you’d enjoyed it, he’d enjoyed it, it was good – but you regret how it’s happening. You regret all the emotions it’s nurturing. Feelings that turn it all complicated, that make this entire ordeal more than something casual. This night is going to haunt your mind for the rest of your days. It has carved out an emptiness inside of you that hadn’t been there before, or maybe it had been, and you had already spent a year filling it in with the dirt of sour interactions and abrasive fights. 

It didn’t really matter, though, whether it had been there before tonight or not. All that matters is the space there was empty once more, hollowed out by five simple words.

“I could never hate you.”

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tv show - house of memories

tv show!percy jackson - the archer

perseus jackson - don’t blame me

tv show!percy jackson - like me

tv show!percy jackson - alibi

my instagram comments: a thread (percy jackson’s version).

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[flamedraco]

Day 2 of Making a Minecraft Diaries AU

So I don't have a day 1 post because I just came up with this concept on my second day of working on a Diaries AU. The fact I'm even going to make this AU in the first place is probably a testament to how old I am since Diaries is a nine year old series at this point, but if you haven't watched Minecraft Diaries you should. It's by Aphmau, there's a playlist on YouTube for seasons 1-3. Go watch it. I'm serious. Go watch it.

Anyways: Day 1 I decided to make a Diaries AU because I got to talking about the series to Em and got struck with inspiration to make a Diaries AU with DSMP characters. Namely with Wilbur as the protagonist with other members of the DSMP ensemble and a couple of OCs as the cast. Because look. Diaries has 200+ episodes and a lot more characters than you think. DSMP does not have enough characters for the amount of people in Diaries. There are like 40 characters on the DSMP. Just one look on the Diaries character Wiki will make you realize the kind of situation I'm in. Just in the Season 1 character list for Phoenix Drop ALONE there are 26 characters. And not everyone that was whitelisted on the DSMP is a viable character I can use for the story! So I opened a doc and got the series open on my phone and I started the process of rewatching and outlining a few chapters. I got four chapters outlined yesterday before realizing shit. I need to figure out how tf the rest of the story is going to change and what I need to cut because I am NOT writing a 100 chapters worth of fic. So I started the process of cutting out things I didn't like or felt were overall unimportant plot beats before I went to bed.

Today: I'm continuing the process of trying to summarize the story and boil down Diaries to its most core elements while still outlining chapters, cutting out a lot of the extra fluff to leave myself room to build my own story because obviously if I'm making an AU I don't want everything to be one to one. Also Wilbur isn't Aphmau and thus will behave differently as a protagonist. Same with a lot of the other characters. I'm not going to leave any major or minor character in Diaries untouched because this is an AU, not a crossover. If the character was named and important? I'm changing them. If you see a name you don't recognize, probably an OC or some character you forgot was part of the lore that I was able to sneak in.

Right now I'm trying to make a simplified plot overview of Season 1. Season 1 is already giving me a headache. Do you know how many kids these people have? How many random characters we see once or twice being actively important to the plot SOMEHOW!?

I'm still doing it because I think a Diaries AU would be fun and any of my readers who read it and don't know shit about Diaries are going to be so surprised by some of the things that happen. Diaries may be an old series but damn was it emotional and compelling.

Anyways obviously some character relationships are going to have to be changed and not everything in this AU and the OG Diaries is going to be the same. For anyone who's curious I'm already cutting out most if not all of the werewolf shit.

Wish me luck, I'm currently working on the outline for chapter 6 before jumping back to sorting out more of the timeline. I've got my phone propped up against my notebook and my computer in my lap :D

[peccaberry]

HI I HOPE YOU DONT THINK THIS IS STRANGE. if it is then please accept my apologies in advance!

i came from ACD — holy shit this fic has me under some kind of magic. i found it last night and am only just now starting ch10 but i have been having a blast with every single chapter. i can't put it down haha

i'm normally very quiet about my enjoyment of things because i don't like making myself visible, but it's quite frankly criminal that you don't have more people commenting on your work!!

i feel your characterization of volo to be incredibly accurate (seriously! i can picture him in my head easily with what you write for him), and your interpretation of rei is really creative — plus, i love that there's art and music/playlists to go along with the story. i love your uses for the legendaries thus far, and the core four of rei's team as well.

the humorous narration and dialogue you sprinkle in throughout the story have me having to take small breaks to really let some comments or exchanges settle in. that, along with how you title chapters — good lord, you are funny as fuck. please continue, i need more laughs like this.

this fic has been scratching every single itch i've had, giving me everything i was looking for (AND stuff i didn't even know i needed!) and the overwhelming joy i felt to see that the last update was YESTERDAY? is unfathomable.

i'm so genuinely excited to continue reading, but i just had to drop by and give you my support.

thank you so, SO much for sharing your writing! i'm so so so genuinely happy i found your fic. 🥹

my writer friend has encouraged me to comment more, so you might see some more gushing from me in your ao3 comments coming up. depending on if i chicken out or not </3

I'm trying to think of anything to say that isn't me just sobbing and going JFJFJEJFIDJ YOU'RE SO NICE THANK YOU??? but this broke my brain tbh. I didn't realize it was be nice to Pecca day but man I needed it.

Anyways uhhhh please do continue to comment with your thoughts if you feel you have anything to say because this really did and still does mean to world to me to hear!!!!

It makes me wanna keep writing and doing my best for you guys because the people who leave me comments like this are the ones I think about when I'm struggling to get through my own self doubt about if the story is any good or if people still want to read it. Like logically I know people still do but when you're a writer you get in your own head about it a lot.

Also the fact you sent me this after chapter 10 means a lot to me bc it's a chapter I love but it's also one I'm kinda insecure about. Some people like music in fics, other people don't but knowing it's reached the audience of people who would appreciate it makes me feel better :')

I am sending you so much love and appreciation for your support!!! Gonna work on the new chapter more today specifically for you Anon.

[theoutlasttrials24]

Diving into Terror: The Outlast Trials Review

When I checked out The Outlast Trials back in May '23, I was seriously impressed. The game was super polished, with no hint of early access - it was like diving into a top-tier experience without needing to buy Xbox games. My only worry back then was its future, which was up in the air. Luckily, Red Barrels has kept polishing their multiplayer-focused take on Outlast. Now that it's out of early access on PC and hitting consoles, The Outlast Trials feels fully loaded. It's a must-play for fans of the series and anyone into scary co-op games. If you don't know, The Outlast Trials is a spinoff prequel set in the Cold War '50s. Unlike the first games, this one's all about multiplayer, with tons of trials across three maps plus the new Courthouse level dropping on Day 1 for consoles.

Navigating the Outlast World: A Survival Tutorial

Thankfully, you can also rock The Outlast Trials solo, though the difficulty might trip you up, especially if you're used to needing to 'buy PS5 games'. I managed to ace most trials, give or take a few, but it really depends on how deep you've dived into the game mechanics and how much patience you've got. For those not in the loop, The Outlast Trials is a prequel spinoff set in the '50s Cold War era, adding to Red Barrels' horror saga. Instead of a straightforward progression with a couple of big areas to explore, The Outlast Trials breaks it down into distinct levels. These are the meat of the game, chosen from the starting area called the Sleeping Room. It's like a creepy facility funded by Murkoff, doubling as the central hub. Before you can hit up the Sleeping Room, you gotta grind through a solid 20-minute intro. It's not just a prologue; it's a slick tutorial on how to stay alive. If you've dabbled in Outlast before, that'll feel like old hat—assuming your idea of comfort is dodging Murkoff's shady science types in a nest of sketchy characters.

Introducing Extreme Difficulty and Weekly Challenges

In The Outlast Trials, missions or trials are handled through the Sleeping Room terminal. At first, you'll only tap into the Core Therapy playlist, which unlocks four main levels: Police Station, Fun Park, Orphanage, and the recently added Courthouse trial. These levels throw different tasks at you, from finding key items in corpses to chasing down and dealing with crazy folks in creative ways, like microwaving their heads. These side goals add a ton of spice to The Outlast Trials, keeping things feeling fresh. Though four levels might not seem like much, Red Barrels has made sure each one feels sprawling. As you tackle trials, new parts of the map open up, usually with three objectives per map. Finish the Core Trials and you'll unlock Program X, with harder versions of the initial trials. It's end-game stuff. Plus, on consoles now, there's an Extreme difficulty setting for the hardcore pros looking for a challenge. And don't forget the weekly challenges in the Sleeping Room. They switch up every week, offering fresh twists and giving newer players a shot at later game stages earlier than usual.

Red Barrels Nails The Outlast Trials' Multiplayer Transition

Speaking of putting in the hours, The Outlast Trials offers plenty of goodies to unlock, keeping you hooked while pushing you to tackle tougher challenges. Upgrades include RIG augments and Prescriptions for your character. RIGs are skills with cooldowns that give you helpful abilities like healing, stunning enemies, wall hacks, and more crucial perks that can swing the game in your favor. On the flip side, Prescriptions are permanent buffs and abilities that boost your parkour skills and survival chops during the intense trials in The Outlast Trials. They range from simple moves like sliding and faster item handling to essential actions like kicking down foes, especially useful when teaming up with pals. Beyond gameplay boosts, The Outlast Trials also gives you private chambers, your only safe spot in the game. You can jazz it up with trinkets and oddities to give your cell a personal touch. Plus, there's a wardrobe for unlocking character skins and outfits, adding even more customization options. Props to Red Barrels for nailing The Outlast Trials' transition from the series' nerve-wracking vibe to a blast of multiplayer fun with friends. It's no easy feat in the survival horror genre.

The Outlast Trials: Next-Gen Console Experience

And now that it's hit consoles, The Outlast Trials fully harnesses the PlayStation 5's power, with sharper graphics than Outlast 2, a slick framerate, and crossplay options with PC gamers right from the get-go. In a nutshell, The Outlast Trials serves up the gritty, dark vibes of the series in an outrageous multiplayer format that's a must-try for horror buffs.

[sk3tch404]

You're definitely right about me being absolutely unsupervised as kid on the internet 💀 bro I was THERE when wretched Scary maze and 2girls1cup thing was making it's rounds oof, 'twas a wild childhood. I vividly remember getting a JTK jumpscare thrown at me in the YT comment section at some point :,) but honestly... the Proxies man,,, core memory unlocked, I read so many creepypasta mansion x reader's on quotev it ain't even funny. THE QUIZZES TOO OMFG.

On another note, it's interesting how nowadays the JTK origin story creepypasta is universally agreed upon to be rlly bad and they talk about how it had bad grammar. The thing is, when I was at the very beginning of my CP phase, I didn't know shit about English, the only thing I had at hand were the translations of the most famous Pasta's and the translators rlly didn't fuck around when it came to grammar and localisation. I honestly think that if the translations hadn't been THAT good, I wouldn't have liked Jeff or the Pastas as much as I did, like these damned translations dragged me into the creepypasta fandom with no mercy. What also didn't help was the Yassification of every pasta in the form of fanart 😔 although some of them were still scary (I once saw a fanart of JTK, with the OG scary image face, smacked on top of an unreasonably well drawn feminine body in a skimpy bikini 💀💀). Honestly though, think I had crush on most Human-leaning creepypastas at some point. Not LJ though, lil me had a Clownphobia and this guy used to scare me shitless 🥲 good times, good times. The funniest thing about crushing on Hoodie and Masky for me though, was that I did not watch Marble Hornets until recently. My view on their personality was solely shaped by the fanfics I read on them agh :,)

Holy shit the edgy AMVs though- I was OBSESSED with them. They really shaped my music taste (linkin park & Melanie Marrinez my beloved <3) I still have some of them (the videos) in a playlist actually. Want a taste of what I was hyperfixating on when I was younger? lol

Also kinda funny how I'm stumped when I have to write essays at school but I can casually drop 200+ words whenever I send an ask too you, like I'm writing a long letter to a friend in ye olden times (Victor would be proud 😔✊)

-Ren'py anon

RENPY ANON ITS BECAUSE UR HAVING FUN!!!

I'm soooo glad I've found someone else who also played quotev quizzes and read those fics 😭 the quizzes were always fun, but it was always one of four. The seven minutes in heaven ;) , Which creepypasta is ur bf?, 24 hours with this character, and what does this character think about you?

WHOOO RENPY NONNIE the seven minutes in heaven quizzes I was taking when I was 10 were NO DAMN JOKE 😭

For most of these quizzes, they were also made my pre teens/teenagers, so the answers were always hella obvious and the characters were hella fanon 💀

I think I was on the internet when the scary maze thing was still a thing, but not as popular? Idk I didn't really care about it. But omg I didn't know what 2 girls and one cup was, and EVERYBODY was freaking out about it.

I looked all over YouTube until I could get a video more than 10 seconds long, and omfg I couldn't believe what my 11 year old eyes saw 💀💀💀 I didn't think it was real because NO WAY THEY WERE DOING THAT NASTY SHIT FR RIGHT???

Unfortunately it probably is real 😰

AND YES THOSE HOT AMVS AND FANART SOLD MEEEEEE

I really hated when people drew the original JTK's face onto normal or attractive stuff. It just killed the vibe for me fam :/

You know, there was always this one song and this one 'JTK tribute' video that I loved watching. It was just those picture slideshow videos, but it had the Super Crazy Psycho Love by Simon Curtis or something.

There was this one specific photo of Jeff with no shirt on. He had abs and was in a pool of blood.

... I was obessed with it. I loved it. I NEEDED IT.

I wasn't even into Jeff though? Like, my mans were LJ and Toby! Maybe Eyeless Jack or the painter guy every now and then, but those two were my favorites.

I vividly remmeber not wanting to be like those crazy Jeff stans and stuck to my own space. Idk why younger me wanted to be different so bad, but yk what good for me for not wanting to be into ultra toxic men.

Not me now though 😎

Idk why its it's such an iconic staple to my childhood and it's honestly a little embarrassing to talk about irl 😭

And yeah, the Jeff story is super flawed. I always thought it was stupid. I watched John Wolf buy and read a bad fanfiction book about Jeff and an OC. My personal taste and John's hatred for him was probably was why I didn't like Jeff in that way 😭

If you dont know who John Wolf is, he's a gaming youtuber :)

I too need to watch marble Hornets. In my pasta phase, I didnt really know them, but I just went along with it. Fanon hoodie was shy and nice, while fanon Masky was mature and calm.

Out of the two, I liked Hoodie more than Masky.

Toby is still my #1

I think it's because I used to tick most of the time when I was younger because my anxiety was so severe, and he was really friendly and loud about everything (I still tick, but not nearly as much thank god. That shit hurt fr)

I also heard they're still uploading? Just little snippets and short videos. It still sounds cool though.

AND OMG YES DROP THAT MF LINK. I didnt listen to Linkin Park, but I did listen to Melanie a whole lot!

[nastybuckybarnes]

Of Kings and Beasts  -  Six

Pairing: King!Bucky X Princess!Reader X King!Steve

Summary: Born a bastard of the King of Orlen, you’re thrust to the West to marry the Kings. However, the greeting you get is anything but warm, and your life with the King is far from enjoyable. He knows it isn’t your fault his husband is gone, but that fact alone won’t prevent him from taking it out on you.

Warnings:  Angst, Fluff, Near-Death, Smut (Oral, F receiving), 

Word Count: 4K

A/n: I think that this series has a vibe that is very blue and grey. Like, if I could associate the feeling with a colour it would be like a dark blue and light grey. Idk it’s just how I feel. I also have a playlist that I might drop for this series cause it’s gotten me writing soooo much. Anyway, I loved writing this part and I hope you guys like it!!

THIS SERIES CONTAINS SMUT AND DARK THEMES THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME AUDIENCES!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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Your head tilts back, a melodic laugh falling from your pretty lips, and Steve smiles warmly down at you.

James watches from the library window as his husband drapes his cloak over your shoulders, keeping you warm as the two of you walk through the falling snow in the gardens.

“You called for me, your Majesty?” James turns to the voice, nodding and waving the doctor over.

“What I am about to tell you remains between us and us alone, do you understand?” The doctor nods slowly, confused beyond his wits.

“I have been experiencing thoughts that are not my own. I fear my mind... it is not mine. I know not how nor why, but I... I feel as if someone has taken hold of my mind and my body.” The doctor is silent, his eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline.

“Can you elaborate a bit, your Majesty? I... I don’t think I’m understanding.” James nods, sighing heavily.

“I... I have blank spaces in my memory. I awake in places where I have not gone and I have bruises and marks that I do not remember acquiring. It is as if I am not in control of my own body at times.” Banner ponders this for a moment before nodding.

“If you follow me, I’d like to do a few inspections to see if there is anything on the surface that could be of any use in figuring out what exactly is happening to you.”

The King follows the Doctor to his office, sitting down upon the operation table.

The Doctor’s cold fingers probe along the King’s hairline, feeling for any unusual bumps or scratches.

Just as he’s about to give up, he feels a ridge along the base of the King’s skull.

“Lean forward, Your Majesty.” He complies, leaning forward and dropping his head to give the Doctor a better view of the spot in question.

“An incision has been made here. And not by me. It has been stitched expertly. Were I not so trained I would have missed it. Your concerns are very valid, your Majesty. Should I call in King Steven and tell him the news?” James shakes his head immediately.

“If this has been done without even my noticing, it has been done by someone close and near. We cannot risk them finding out. Steve cannot know, and neither can (Y/n).” The very mention of your name has his blood boiling for some reason.

“Your Majesty... may I ask... what thoughts are you having that have been so concerning?” The King sighs, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I fear that whoever has done this to me has done it with the intention of ruining my marriage and destroying my kingdom right from the inside. With the very thought of my husband or my wife, I am filled with anger unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It fades as days pass, and then it will be brought back out of the blue.” The Doctor purses his lips, trying to piece things together.

“May I take a few tests? I would like to analyze some samples. Perhaps they can bring us closer to figuring out what has happened.” The King nods, laying down and allowing the doctor to do whatever procedures he’d like.

“Must you go?” You ask sadly, looking down at where your hand is linked with Steve’s.

“Unfortunately I must. I would much rather spend time with you, however, the council has urgent matters that must be discussed. I will join you for dinner, on that I promise.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Do you think James will join us tonight?” You ask softly. Although he hasn’t been the kindest to you, you were enjoying the time you spent with him and are missing his presence.

You have hardly seen him since the day he and Steve came to your chambers.

“I cannot guarantee it. I hope he will, but I do not think we will be so lucky.” You nod sadly, sighing when he lets go of your hand.

He cups your cheeks in both of his warm hands, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. Your heart races in your chest and you hold onto his wrists, leaning up into the gentle touch of his lips against your own.

Your eyes stay closed as he pulls away and he chuckles softly, pecking your lips once more before stepping backwards.

“I will come to find you as soon as I can, my love.” With that, he takes his leave. A smile spreads on your face and you sigh like a young maiden in love.

The thought takes you by surprise and you realize that you could very much be falling in love with Steve. He’s kind and gentle with you, and he’s taken the time to get to know you. He’s a man that you would willingly marry.

You’re getting ready to head back inside when you’re intercepted by a knight.

“Your Majesty.” He bows deeply then stands back up, a smile on his face.

“Do you require something?” You ask. He nods, offering you his arm.

“I have been ordered by King James to escort you to the stables. He wishes to go riding with you.” Your heart jumps in your chest, excitement filling you at the thought of getting to spend time with your other husband.

The knight is swift in his walk and you nearly have to jog to keep up.

You find it slightly strange that James would want to go riding when the snow is starting to fall harder, but you pay it no mind.

The knight helps you up onto your horse when you get to the stables, a smile on his face.

“The King wishes to meet you out past the stream. It is ten minutes west. He is eager to see you.” You nod, gathering the reins in your hands and thanking the knight as your horse leads you through the growing snow.

Steve’s cloak does little to keep you warm as the wind blows hard against you. Even through the layers of your dress and your coat, the coldness seeping through and chilling you straight to your core.

You’re not sure how many minutes go by, but the snow is thickening quickly, and before long you can hardly see in front of yourself.

“James!” You shout, trying desperately to find the King.

Your horse slows, not liking the storm. She turns you in a circle then huffs out a breath through her nose.

You’re about ready to head back when she suddenly raises up onto her hind legs, sending you falling to the snow beneath you.

You yelp out in pain as you break your fall with your arm, pain shooting up.

The wind howls in your ears as you push yourself to your knees, fear grabbing your heart and making it race as you struggle to see past your nose.

Snow gathers in thick clumps on your eyelashes, weighing them down and adding to the struggle.

“Aryo!” You call out for your horse, pushing yourself to your feet and wrapping your arms around yourself to try and preserve what little heat you have left.

It doesn’t take long for you to realize you’re alone, your horse long gone to find shelter in the storm. You don’t blame her. You would have abandoned yourself too.

Teeth chattering, you try and find any trace of a path to follow back to the Palace as the storm rages on around you.

“Is that the Queen’s horse?” Nat asks, looking out the window at the blizzard.

James is on his feet in an instant, looking out the window then at the redhead.

“Where is she?”

She shakes her head, “Steve dismissed me. But he’s in a meeting now. I would have thought she’d come back but I haven’t seen her since.”

Before she’s finished speaking, James is sprinting down the stairs.

He pays no mind to the snow, feet pulling him to the stables as the stable boy tries to calm down your mare.

“Where is the Queen?” He asks desperately, shouting over the wind. The stable boy shakes his head.

“I was dismissed by a member of the guard. He had the queen with him and the last I saw she was riding west.”

The colour drains from the King’s face as he looks towards the dark clouds rolling in.

“Get me my horse. Now!” The boy turns and runs to get the King his horse, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste.

“You’re going out there?!” He turns around to face Natalia, nodding. “She’s out there and she may be in danger. I know Steve would not entrust anyone but Sam or you to escort her anywhere.” His conversation with Doctor Banner earlier rings in his mind and he feels fear claw its way up his throat.

“Have a warm bath prepped. Bring all the furs from the entire Palace to her chambers and have the fire ready. And find Steve as soon as you can.” The stable boy brings over James’ horse and the King is mounted upon his stallion and taking off into the storm.

You don’t know where you are or where you’re going. You can hardly feel your body. Everything is so heavy and you want to take a break, rest your eyes for a moment to regain your strength.

You stopped shivering a while ago.

Trudging through the knee-high snow, you blow warm air onto your frozen hands, trying desperately to warm something up. Shivering was so much better than this.

Something catches on your shoe and you fall face-forward into the snow with a yelp.

Instead of standing up, you roll onto your back, eyes half-open as snowflakes kiss your face.

Just a moment. That’s all you need. A moment to rest.

Your eyelids flutter closed and warmth settles into your limbs.

In the distance, you swear you hear someone calling your name, and you can’t help but smile. In this vast expanse of nothing but white... he cares for you.

Even if he’s only a figment of your imagination, he cares.

You’re jolted back to reality by the sound of your name being bellowed close by. Eyes heavy with snow, you slowly look around, neck stiff and frozen.

James jumps down from his horse, your figure barely visible through the snow.

“(Y/n)!” He sprints to you, foot slipping on a patch of ice and nearly pulling him to the ground.

His arms are cradling your frame as soon as he’s close enough, one hand pushing the snow out of your face and pressing his fingers to your neck.

“Oh thank the gods,” he whispers, your pulse like a drum grounding him.

He hauls you up into his arms and climbs onto his horse, the stallion taking off through the snow.

“Stay with me, (Y/n), please,” He murmurs, warm lips pressing against your frozen forehead.

Your eyes fall closed again and he has to take deep breaths to calm his racing heart.

Only when the Palace comes into view does he allow himself to feel any form of hope.

He rides right up to the front doors then slides off his horse, your body held securely in his arms. Guards are already waiting, one taking care of his horse while the others lock the Palace doors and clear a path for the King.

He swears he’s never moved this fast in his life.

The door to your chambers is open and as soon as he’s inside, Natalia is pulling you from his grip and hauling you right in front of the fire.

He kicks his shoes off and shrugs out of his coat.

“Get her out of her clothes,” he orders, pulling off his trousers and stripping until he’s nearly naked.

Nat does as ordered, confused until he lies down next to you, pressing your freezing body against his and pulling the furs overtop of the two of you.

The fire burns hot against his face but it’s doing its job.

Soon enough he can feel you breathing heavier against his chest.

"Where is Steve?” The brunet demands, looking over at Nat. She shakes her head. “With the council still. I tried getting him but they would not allow me entrance.” James sighs, tucking your head between his shoulder and his neck and smoothing his flesh hand over your back, hoping the friction will warm you up faster.

Nat takes her leave, hoping to find Steve, and James scoots the two of you closer to the fire.

When you let out a sharp breath then start violently shaking in his arms he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

You’re burning. Tiny needles are prickling your skin all over and it won’t stop. There’s a clattering noise that is absolutely annoying you and you recoil away from the heat.

It’s only when your face gets smushed further against a hot chest that you realize the chattering is your teeth.

“You’re okay,” a deep voice whispers, lips pressed against your frozen hair.

“I-It hurts,” you croak, throat sore and aching.

“I know, dove. I know.” His nose is buried in your hair, warm tears dripping from his eyes as he hugs you close to his chest.

The pain slowly fades and you sigh gratefully, bringing your hands up to press your frozen fingers against his warm torso.

The muscles in his abdomen clench at the contact and he lets out a sharp breath.

“You’re so cold,” he whispers, bringing a leg over yours to drape you in more of his body heat.

Your toes press against his other thigh and he groans.

“S-sorry,” you manage to get the word out without biting your tongue.

“Shh. It’s alright. Just warm up. You’re alright.” You nod, cold lips brushing against his chest. You press the tip of your nose against his skin and the contact nearly burns.

He presses kiss after kiss to the top of your head, thankful his body is always warm.

You gradually stop shivering but he doesn’t let you go, far too terrified that this is the last time he’ll get to hold you.

It’s only when you pull back to look at him that his arms loosen.

You notice his red eyes and instantly frown.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice is hoarse and he makes a note to get Wanda to bring you some tea.

“I...” He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and kissing your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, hot tears dripping down onto the furs beneath the two of you.

“For what?” You’re genuinely confused.

“Everything.”

“James, look at me.” He does so, reluctant but desperate to see you. Your lashes are wet and you can’t tell if it’s from the snow or your own tears.

“I’m alright. Without you, I wouldn’t be here. You saved my life.” He shakes his head, sniffling and squeezing you tighter to his chest.

“Why were you out there by yourself?” His voice is weak and muffled but the question confuses you.

“I was told that you wanted to meet me out there. A knight escorted me and delivered me the message. I was confused because it was snowing but I was eager to spend time with you.” He shakes his head, dread settling in his gut as he realizes that someone is indeed trying to sabotage his marriage.

“Did the knight give you his name?” You shake your head, fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

“I never told anyone anything. I was with Doctor Banner for a better portion of the day.” Your brows furrow and you pull back to look at him.

“If it was not you who sent for me... why would...” You trail off, eyes widening.

“He meant for me to die out there, didn’t he?” James swallows hard then nods, sighing heavily.

“That’s how it would seem. I do not know if those were his intentions and we will need to question him. But that all comes second.”

You snuggle against his chest further, his warmth and scent engulfing you and making you feel beyond safe.

“James?” You ask softly, pulling back again to look at him when he doesn’t answer.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” The heartbreak in your voice makes him want to die. He presses his forehead against yours and his lips quiver.

“I am terrified of being near you because all I have ever done is bring you pain. I do not wish to do that. Not ever again.” You bring one hand up and cup his face, wiping a tear off of his cheek.

“The only way you will bring me pain is by pushing me away. I miss you.” Your eyes flash down to his lips then back up to his eyes.

“With every day that goes by and I do not see you... I am saddened. We did not start our marriage well, but we can fix it. Please, James, don’t push me away anymore.” Your pleading breaks his heart and he nods, sniffling again.

“If I ask something of you... will you do it?” You ask softly. He nods without hesitation.

“Anything.”

You wait a beat, your heart thumping hard in your chest.

“Kiss me.” His eyes flash open and he pulls back to look at you. When the edges of your lips curve up he nods again, leaning down slowly.

His warm lips meet yours in a kiss that is filled with unspoken words and forbidden feelings. Tears cascade down his face and he leans further into the kiss, pushing himself up onto his metal forearm and rolling slightly until you’re on your back and he’s on his side. His flesh hand comes up to rest gently on the side of your neck, the thumping of your pulse beneath his fingers enough to have him relaxing.

Your hands come up instinctively to his hair, fingers tugging through the damp strands as you share your first real kiss with your husband.

His tears drip onto your face and you feel your heart break for him. You pull him closer, leg lifting and hitching around his waist to bring him flush against your body.

It’s like he’s never touched you before.

The feeling of your breasts pressing against his bare chest combined with the way you’re pulling him tight against you is enough to have him stirring in his britches.

He pulls away, shaking his head.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs. You sigh, fingers threading through his glorious locks. “You won’t. I just want to feel you. Have you close to me. Please.”

The look on your face has his resolve crumbling and, as if smelling your success, you pull him down, lips crashing against his.

“Will you let me try something? To make you feel good?” He asks breathlessly against your mouth. You’re not sure if anything can feel better than this but you’re more than willing to try.

He trails kisses down your body, taking a moment to pepper them over the soft skin of your breasts. His tongue flicks over your right nipple for a moment before retreating back into his mouth and allowing him to continue kissing down down down.

When his head is between your legs you push onto your elbows, nervous about having him somewhere so intimate.

“Relax. It won’t hurt, I promise.” You take a deep breath and nod, relaxing slightly as he presses gentle kisses to the insides of your thighs.

He pulls your legs over his shoulders and traces his tongue over your slit.

You jolt at the contact and he breathes a chuckle before diving in, his tongue working on the little bundle of nerves that makes your toes curl.

“J-James!” You cry, hand instinctively coming to his hair. He loops his arms under your legs, warm hand splayed on your stomach while his cold hand comes to your mound, middle finger slipping inside of you.

He’s gentle, thrusting slowly while his mouth focuses on your clit. Your legs clench around his head as the pleasure builds, a coil tightening in your belly.

A second finger slips inside of you with surprising ease, but you don’t dwell on that for long. His metal digits find the spot inside of you that makes you see stars and, upon hearing the guttural groan of pleasure you make, focus on hitting that spot with every thrust.

Your back arches and your fingers pull his hair so hard that it borders on pain, but one glance at the bliss on your face and the pain is forgotten.

His tongue works your clit while his fingers fuck faster, harder until you’re crying out, legs trembling and face scrunched up in pleasure. Your cunt clenches around his fingers and your slick gushes out around them.

He slowly pulls his fingers from you, cleaning up the mess between your legs with his tongue. The gentle kitten-licks just enough to prolong your climax.

When he finally pulls away and looks at you, you’re already watching him, your chest heaving and sweat glistening on your forehead.

“I suppose we warmed you up, didn’t we?” He asks playfully, grinning when you laugh breathlessly.

He adjusts himself in his pants then lays down with you once again, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“What about you?” You ask shyly, glancing down to the tent in his underwear.

“I can handle it, dove. You need your rest.” You cuddle up against him on the makeshift bed, the crackling of the fire and the feeling of his fingers tracing up and down your spine lulling you into a deep sleep.

He holds you in his arms, mind racing to who might want you out of the kingdom and why, and then to Steve. Steve who’s been gone for a suspiciously long time. Steve who’s supposed to be in a meeting with the council conveniently at the time of you disappearing.

When the blond in question is finally free from the council, Natalia is there to tell him what happened.

He’s bursting into your chambers moments later, his heart in his throat until he sees you asleep with your head on James’ chest, the brunet holding you close to his body beside the smouldering embers of what must’ve been a roaring fire.

A small smile spreads over his face and he closes the door, taking off his shoes and stripping down to his underwear.

He climbs onto the thick cushion of furs, shimmying beneath the blankets draped over your frame and placing his arm over your waist, hand resting against his husband’s stomach.

James reaches down and squeezes Steve’s hand gently, meeting the blond’s eyes over your head.

“What happened?” He asks softly, not wanting to wake you up.

“She was set up,” James replies, his eyes full of so many emotions.

“By who?” James shakes his head, sighing heavily.

“We have much to discuss, but it can wait until morning.” Steve nods in agreement, pressing his body against yours.

You sigh, sandwiched between their warmth and lost in a deep sleep.

Steve is pressed against your back and James against your front, the two holding onto each other’s arms over your waist.

And at that moment everything is as it should be. As it should have been in the first place.

But James knows that this may be only temporary unless they can find the traitor responsible for nearly killing you.

He hopes to the Gods that they find whoever it is soon because now that he has you in his arms, he never wants to let you go.

[hotmesshapa]

VIP • Bang Chan

pairing: bang chan x female reader

genre: smut • DJ!chan x stripper!reader

rating: 18+

word count: 4.6k

warnings: strong language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, slight jealousy, very light orgasm denial and spanking, a bit of fluff

a/n: this is the first fic I’ve written in literal years and I have no idea what I’m doing, so I’m sorry in advance lol. also shoutout to these lovelies for being interested from the start 🖤 @mikoto-ica-fics @missskzbiased @bratforbin​ @jungkooksbroski​ 

There are three strict rules in the club: no touching the strippers, no romantic work relationships, and absolutely no sex in the club. Your manager had everyone sign off on his rules for a reason; you didn’t even want to imagine the chaos that could ensue if everyone was allowed to do whatever they desired in the club.

However, whenever Chan was DJing on the nights you worked, you always considered blowing off those rules. But you knew better. You both enjoyed your jobs at the club and wouldn’t risk getting fired over something as stupid breaking the few rules, despite the obvious sexual tension between the two of you. It’s not your fault that he always came into work wearing tight shirts that clung to his muscles in ways that made you drool. It’s not your fault that he flirted back whenever you playfully hit on him while handing off your playlist for the night. It’s not your fault you noticed the way his eyes hungrily stared you down whenever you were on the main stage, or the way his jaw clenched in jealousy whenever you took a guest to the VIP room.

But rules are meant to be broken, right?

Tonight starts out no different from any other work night: greeting the other girls and bartenders, taking a quick shot of tequila for an extra boost of confidence, and digging through your purse trying to find your flash drive of songs you want played for your routines.

“Got anything new for me, babygirl?”

You snap your head up at the sound of the handsome DJ’s voice. “Hello to you too, Chan,” you reply, rolling your eyes. He shamelessly checks you out and gives you a cocky grin that you can’t decide if it makes you want smack him or pounce on him “You know if Minho hears you speak to me like that, you’re in a world of shit.”

“Then it’s a good thing he’s not here tonight. But even if he was, he wouldn’t dare fire me. I’m the best DJ this club has.”

“Well then, fuck my drag,” Changbin pipes up from behind the booth, shooting a glare at Chan. “If you’re so great, set up your own table then.”

“Don’t listen to him, Binnie,” you giggle as you go back to searching for your flash drive, “He just likes to think he has all the power around here.”

Changbin scoffs as he continues to set up his mixers. “Only when you’re around. The other girls would kill to have him flirt with them.”

You feel your cheeks flush at the comment, but try your best to ignore the feeling as you turn back to Chan and hand him your music. “I have some new songs for tonight. Feel free to play whichever ones you want to watch me dance to.”

“Jesus,” Changbin rolls his eyes, “get a room, you two.”

You shoot Chan a quick wink, earning a smirk from him, and turn around to head to the dressing rooms, well aware his eyes are glued to you as you leave.

You close the door behind you and set your purse down on the vanity, checking your phone and cursing at the time. You hadn’t realized that your mini flirting session took up more time than expected, and start frantically getting ready, changing into your black satin two-piece that left very little to the imagination and applying a generous amount of body highlighter to every exposed part of you.

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but think about what Changbin had said. You and Chan flirt all the time, and normally it doesn’t affect you, but something about Changbin’s comment has your head spinning. Something about discovering Chan only flirts with you just makes you want to break the rules even more, but you don’t want to risk your jobs just because you desperately want him to dick him down. You wouldn’t do that to him. You sigh and slip into your stilettos, checking your appearance one last time before stepping out onto the main floor for your night to begin.

The night had been running smoothly as usual: three pole routines with the songs Chan chose from your collection (all by The Weeknd, of course), and a few rotations around the club flirting with guests, giving a couple of lapdances. You have a generous amount of bills tucked into your thong and bra, and you pull them out to count, trying to smooth them out and make them look somewhat presentable. You make your way to the DJ booth, where you find Chan leaning against the wall beside the booth, scrolling through his phone and sipping on a beer, while Changbin is behind the table, engrossed with the set he was playing.

“Here,” you say, handing Chan his tip. “You made some really good choices tonight. I had a feeling you’d choose The Weeknd.”

“What can I say,” he smirks, “You can’t just give me the option to play his hottest songs and not expect me to do anything about it. Especially when I get to watch you dance to them.” 

He suddenly leans in, closing any space there was between you two. “By the way, your routine to ‘Life of the Party’? So. Fucking. Hot,” he purrs, looking straight into the eyes.

“Chan,” your voice falters for a second, your eyes unintentionally dropping to his lips, before bringing them back up to meet his stare. You clear your throat in efforts to recover, desperately trying to ignore the heat rising in your core. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“Come on, Y/N, would that be so bad?”

“God, I can’t leave you two alone for one set, can I?” Changbin slides himself between you and the other DJ, throwing an arm over your shoulder and playfully wiggling his eyebrows at you both.

You elbow him in the ribs, earning a dramatic cry from him in return, and you can’t help but giggle. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Three shots? Maybe four? I don’t remember.” He hums in appreciation as you hand him a wad of cash. “I can’t believe I’m gonna pay this month’s rent with your ass money,” he laughs, trying to shake off as much body glitter from the bills you handed him before sliding them into his wallet.

You roll your eyes. “I can give you tit money, if you pref-“

“There’s my baby!”

The three of you spin around at the familiar voice, coming face to face with a young man, his dark hair grazing his eyes as he shamelessly checks you out.

“Jisung! I was wondering when you’d show up!” Changbin greets the man with a typical bro handshake, before swinging an arm around his neck. “Here for the usual?”

“Of course,” Jisung smiles at you, “It’s not a Friday night without a visit with Y/N.”

Jisung was one of your regulars; he came in every Monday and Friday to book private lapdances with you, and only you. The first night he booked you, he almost immediately admitted how enamored he was with you, and ever since then, he refused to book with any of the other girls. And to be fair, you might have allowed him to break one of the rules, letting him grab your ass, hips and breasts as you danced, especially since that always earned a better tip from him. But now, while he still did request lapdances every now and then, he mainly booked you just to talk, and fortunately for you, he still tipped generously. He was an assistant to a big-time music producer, a job that came with a handful of stressors that he just needed to rant to someone about, and you were always willing to be there to listen.

While the relationship you and Jisung formed over the past year is strictly platonic, that hadn’t stopped Chan from developing a slight sense of jealousy. And to make matters more complicated, Jisung was well aware of that tension and loved to push the DJ’s buttons, much to your chagrin.

Jisung shifts his focus to Chan, giving him a cocky smirk that you know will be followed by a snarky comment. “I’ve been dying to see this pretty lil’ lady all day. You don’t mind if I steal her away, do you?”

“Of course not,” scoffs Chan, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need my permission. She doesn’t belong to me.”

“Awww. And I know that must be difficult for yo-”

“But she doesn’t belong to you either.”

Jisung says nothing for a moment, before cocking his head at the DJ with a smirk and stepping towards him. “Oh? Is that so? I don’t see anyone else going to the VIP room with her the nights I’m here.”

“Guys-” you feebly try to take control of the situation, but your words fall on deaf ears.

“Y/N is a human being, not a fucking dog, Jisung. Nobody ‘owns’ her.” Chan crosses his arms against his chest, looking the younger man dead in the eye. “If anything, considering you’ve been coming here and paying her the big bucks, for what, a year now? I’d say she’s the one that owns you.”

Jisung smirk immediately disappears and you swear you can feel the air between the two men flood with tension. But within an instant, he smiles again, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Now, now, there’s no need to get your panties in a twist. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her and have some fun for the both of us. If you want, I can tell you all about it later.”

You quickly glance at Chan, his fingernails digging into the skin of his biceps, his jaw clenching so hard he looks like he could bust a vein in his neck.

“That’s enough,” Changbin interjects, massaging his temples in frustration. “Come on, Chan, you’re in the booth next. And Jisung? Just remember the club rules-”

“I know, I know,” Jisung rolls his eyes and turns back to you. “Shall we, baby?”

You nod, silently praying that Changbin will calm everything down once you leave, and the two of you head to the VIP room. Jisung opens the door follows you inside, jumping in surprise when you slam it shut and shoot him a glare, and he only laughs in response. “What? If you can tease him, why can’t I?”

You sit on the maroon leather couch in the VIP room, counting your tips and mentally making sure you had enough to pay your upcoming bills for the month. Jisung had left about twenty minutes ago, and the lack of muffled music from the main floor indicates that it’s finally 3am and the club is closed for the night. You release a long sigh, slouching in your seat and resting your head back on the couch. You close your eyes, your mind still reeling from everything that happened. Everything about tonight shocked you. Usually, Chan was good at hiding his jealousy, since the last thing both of you want was to scare away potential guests, or for Minho to notice. But Chan talking back? His reaction to Jisung’s last jab before leaving for the VIP room? Those were new.

You have never seen Chan that jealous, and if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it was fucking hot. Thoughts of Chan not only standing up for you, but also being possessive of you, and what he could do to you out of jealousy filled your head, and you feel a sudden tingle shoot down to your core. Everything in you knows that you shouldn’t fuck Chan. There are rules, but you can’t stop your mind from imagining all the possible sinful acts you could do with him that you would do anything for at this point. You know that would be a bad idea, but the delicious wetness pooling between your thighs shoves any inhibitions you previously had out the door.

Fuck the rules.

You walk out onto the empty main floor, letting out a breath of relief to find Chan packing up his mixers - alone. You tap on the booth to get his attention, giggling when he jumps in surprise.

“You’re still here? I’d thought you’d be gone by now.”

“I was just counting tips,” you reply as you glance around the club, making sure you two were truly alone. “Chan… about earlier-”

“Yeah... sorry about that.” He lets out a long sigh and runs his fingers through his dark, messy hair, the tips of his ears turning pink in embarrassment. “I don’t know what came over me. I just... you know I get a bit jealous sometimes, and that prick was being extra annoying about it tonight.”

“Not gonna lie though, your clapback was pretty great. And hilarious,” you nudge his arm with your elbow.

He laughs. “Yeah, well I’m glad you thought it was, because Changbin sure as hell lectured me about it for a solid 15 minutes.”

A comfortable silence falls between you both as Chan goes back to packing up the table. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to figure out the best way to ease any tension that might be lingering, and to bring up what you truly want from him. “Chan... Jisung and I just talk when we’re in the VIP room. Nothing happens-”

He shakes his head, keeping his focus on his current task. “You don’t need to tell me, Y/N. It’s honestly none of my business what you do with the guests. Like I said earlier, you don’t belong to me.”

“But what if I want to?”

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at the look of utter confusion on his face. You lean in closer, lips inches away from his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/N… w-what are you doing?” Chan shakily asks, his stare flicking between your eyes and your lips.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you with such an intensity that ignites a fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, placing kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen, and it makes you smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing onto yours, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, indicating how desperately  both of you have been wanting to do this.

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at the look of utter confusion on his face. You lean in closer, lips inches away from his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/N… w-what are you doing?” Chan shakily asks, his eyes flicking between your own and your lips.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you back with such an intensity that further ignites the fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you softly moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, planting kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen as he brings a hand up to gently cup your cheek, and you can’t help but smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing down onto yours, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you instantly give him. You can feel his hard on growing beneath his jeans as he rolls his hips against you once more, making the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Hey, so I’m done-”

Changbin’s voice abruptly interrupts your heated rendezvous, making you frantically scramble out of Chan’s arms and dive underneath the table, while Chan quickly pretends to continue breaking down the DJ booth.

“You guys are literally the least discreet people I know. It blows my mind that you haven’t been caught yet.” You can’t see him, you just know Changbin is shooting Chan one of his signature death glares, intended for the both of you. You poke your head out from behind the booth, which only gets you dramatic eye roll from the other DJ. “Just don’t make a mess and don’t forget to lock up,” he grumbles as he turns to leave. “Oh, by the way bro, you got shit on your face.”

You glance up at Chan, giggling at your lipstick smeared along his lips, jaw, and neck, the bright red color prominent against his pale skin. He narrows his eyes at you, and you innocently mouth the word “whoops”, grinning as he rolls his eyes.

As soon as you hear the doors close, Chan pulls you to your feet, lifting you up and pinning you to the table. He attacks your neck and collarbones with rough kisses, but thankfully not rough enough to leave any marks that’ll need to be covered up for your next shift. Desperate for more, you wrap your legs around his waist and grind your hips up against his, smirking against his lips as he groans into your mouth.

Chan begins to plant wet kisses down your stomach as his hands frantically move from your hips to his belt. He begins to undo the buckle before you grab his hands to stop him, which only gets out a small whimper in confusion from the man. “Not here,” you lean up to pull him closer and playfully nip his bottom lip, before grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling it so he’s looking you straight in the eyes. “The VIP room.”

Chan’s eyes darken with lust as he harshly kisses you again, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, but it makes the heat between your legs grow by the second. You let out a yelp in surprise as he lifts you into his arms without warning, making his way to the infamous room where he’s watched you lead guests into night after night.

The second he steps into the VIP room, it’s as if both of your desires are kicked into overdrive, the desperation for what you’ve been waiting for all this time becoming almost unbearable. You take his bottom lip between your teeth again and tug on it lightly, relishing the way his grip on your ass tightens exponentially. Chan kicks the door closed, not breaking the kiss for one second as he sits down on the leather couch, positioning you so that you’re straddling his lap. You can feel his prominent bulge underneath the rough material of his jeans as he ruts up against your clothed heat, and you whimper as you grind against him, desperately wanting more and trying to indicate how much you want him need him now. You feel his hands firmly hold you in place, halting your motions and making you whine in frustration, which only earns you a low chuckle in response.

“Use your words, Y/N. Tell me what you want.”

You roughy kiss him and swivel your hips against him, smirking when he releases a throaty groan against your lips. You take a hold of the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him away from you so you can look him in his lust-filled eyes. “I want you, Chan. All of you.”

Chan smirks, giving you a quick kiss before lifting you off his lap, pulling down his jeans and flinging them off to god knows where. You hastily rip off your two piece and toss it haphazardly across the room, giggling when Chan pulls you back into his lap the second you’re bare in front of him. His gaze is locked on your form, taking you all in before looking back into your eyes. He stares at you as if you are a goddess, and you feel your cheeks flush from the attention.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mutters, his hands sliding up and down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He brings one hand to your jaw, pulling you into a searing kiss, his other hand taking hold his rigid member and sliding it through your sopping folds, making you shameless moan aloud. “Ride me babygirl,” Chan mumbles as he begins to kiss and nip at your collarbone, “take what you want from me.”

With that, you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, keening at the way he deliciously stretches you out, finally giving you the taste of what you’ve been wanting for so long. Chan throws his head back, screwing his eyes shut, a sinful groan falling from lips as you sit on him completely. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to his size, you wrap your arms around neck and pull him back so he’s meeting your gaze. You take his hands and intertwine them with yours, pinning them behind his head as you begin to ride him, slowly lifting yourself off him before quickly dropping back down. A string of illicit moans and curses falls from Chan’s lips, his hands firmly gripping yours, desperately trying to keep himself from breaking your grasp and taking control. He trails wet kisses down your chest, licking your nipples before taking them into his mouth and rolling them between his teeth, making you whimper and lean into his touch. You pick up for pace, admiring the way his face contorts into different expressions of pleasure as he throws his head back and looks up at you with glassy eyes.

“S-shit babygirl...”

His bout of self control doesn’t last much longer, because the next thing you know, Chan rips his hands from your grip, placing them on your hips as he begins to thrust up into you, meeting your movements halfway, hitting you in just the right spot. He moves a hand from your hips to rub firm circles against your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.

“F-fuck... Chan- oh my god...”

You try your best to continue to ride him, but you feel your thighs getting weaker and weaker with every thrust. You feel the pressure in your core building to the point of complete euphoria, when he lifts you off of him completely. You whine in frustration, feeling your high fade, hating how empty you feel without him buried inside you.

“Don’t worry baby,” Chan chuckles at your protests, suddenly flipping you around and positioning you on all fours on the couch. He places a tender kiss on your shoulder blade, before moving up to nibble your earlobe. “You’ll get to cum soon enough.”

He aligns himself with your entrance and eases into you, the new position allowing him to fill you deeper than before, making you both release illicit moans at the feeling. Chan slowly retracts his rock hard member from you, only to instantly plunge back into you, taking no time to pick up the pace, slamming into you at a rate that’s making you see stars. The momentum of his actions force you forward on the couch, making you cling desperately to the armrest in attempt to stable yourself, praying your shaky legs won’t completely give out underneath him. Suddenly, a sharp slap comes down on your ass, making you cry out and clench around him.

“Fuck... you like that, baby?” He massages where his hand had landed, only to spank your ass once more.

“G-god, yes Chan... p-please... harder.”

You feel another slap, come down on your other cheek, this time much harder, and you can’t help but moan loudly at the feeling, the delicious sting causing your grip around his cock to tighten exponentially. You hear him let out a low groan as his hips begin to slap against yours at a brutal speed, and you feel the knot in your stomach begin to unravel again.

“C-Chan, I’m... I’m close...”

“I know, babygirl, I can feel you.” Chan leans over you and plants rough kisses against your neck. “Go on, Y/N, cum for me.”

With his permission, you come undone around him, your release white hot, hitting you like a train and making your mind go completely blank as he continues to roll his hips into you, helping you ride out your high. Your legs feel useless under you, but thankfully Chan’s firm grip on your hips keeps you from collapsing from exhaustion. His thrusts start to become more and more erratic, desperately chasing his own high, groaning at the feeling of your tight pussy still throbbing around him. You can tell he’s close, and clench around him hard, smirking as you hear a string of curses fall from his lips, his hips rutting and quivering against you as he paints your walls white, and you hum in content at the warm feeling.

Chan slowly pulls out of you and falls back on the couch, gently pulling you so you’re laying on top of him. You leans up and playfully nip at his bottom lip, making him chuckle.

“That was...”

“Amazing,” you giggle, burying your face into his chest.

A comfortable silence falls between you two, and you eyes flutter close as you bask in heat the radiates from his body. He absentmindedly run his fingers lightly up and down your back, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” He quietly asks, as if he’s hesitant to bring it up again. “Do you want want to belong to me?”

You look up at him, and you swear you can feel your heart expand at the way he’s staring back at you with so much hope and adoration. “I do... god I really do, Chan, but you know we can’t. We barely manage to flirt without getting caught, so this has to be one-time thing-“

“I got offered a job at a different club,” Chan quickly blurts out. “It has better hours, more creative freedom since I wouldn’t be DJing for strippers... If I took it, would it change things?”

“You’d do that? But you love this job.”

“I do, but not gonna lie, I mainly love it because I get to see you.” His comment makes you blush, and you bury your face in his chest again if efforts to keep him from noticing, which only gets you a soft laugh as he gently tips your chin up to face him again.

“Honestly, if it means I can do what we just did with you whenever we wanted, without having to worry about stupid rules or anything, then fuck yeah I’d take another job. The only downside is I won’t be able to watch you dance when I work.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, laughing when you just roll your eyes at him.

You sit up, positioning yourself so that you’re straddling him once more. “That just means you’ll have to come back here as a guest.”

“Hmmm...” he mumbles as his eyes travel up and down your body, his hands reaching around and lightly squeezing your ass. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to follow the club rules though.”

“Don’t worry about those,” you purr, leaning down and nibbling on his ear, earning a quiet moan from him. “If you become my regular, all the rules are off the table.”

“I like the sound of that.” Chan gently cups your jaw and pulls you into a tender, but passionate kiss.

You smile against him, running your fingers through his hair, before pulling away slightly, your forehead resting against his. “Then I’m yours, Chan.”

“And I’m yours as well,” he whispers, pressing one more kiss to your lips, before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the couch, earning him a yelp from you. He lays you down on the couch, hovering over you with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. “What do you say, let me show how I can really treat you in the VIP room?”

[unopenablebox]

i’m drunk on like eight champagne and just finished djing my parents’ friends’ nye

i’ll tell you the core principles for dj ing some 60+ hippies

1 george harrison wah wah at midnight (parent friend group tradition )

2 ramones i wanna be sedated

3 3 to 10 more songs that are less central to the interaction/allow further hangs, but ones they know adn love (heart of glass, the chain, pressure drop clash, et cet. era) (edit: oh and GLORIA patti smith everyone will dance to it and say glass you are a genius we will add this to our playlist next year)

4 los campesinos! you me dancing , for you and your dad to bop to [ 8if your dad doesn’t love los campesinos you me dancing you may need to choose something else and my condolences also]

5 if you timed it right you r parents friends will say ‘we. Have to go’ at the end of lc! in step four, and that is when Born to run starts

and everyone will stay for born to run

and sing along and love it. if you end the party on born to run everyone has a great time and leaves happy

this is how to do that. i solved it for tou

[firefly-in-darkness]

Worst Idea Ever [Part Four]

Characters → Y/N & Bucky Barnes, Other Marvel Characters.

Series Summary → Wedding Season is brutal as it is but throw in two friends that decide to be each other’s plus ones and a mixed bag of feelings, what’s the worst that could happen?

Part FourSummary → Y/N takes Bucky to a place from her past, meeting people that he never imagined Y/N to be friends with and someone else from her past tries to come back into her life.

Word Count → 3k.

Part Two Warnings → 18+, swearing, angst, jealousy, illusion to sexy things. Two idiots.

Beta → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.

Series Taglist  → Open, just drop me an ask!

A/N → And once again, I wrote the first draft and left it in my docs like I’d posted it... thank you @whitestarbucky​ for being late to the party and reminding me that I actually hadn’t posted it.

Series List // Marvel List // Masterlist

Previously in Part Three: He sunk back into the pillow, his hand dragging down his face. Bucky wasn’t sure what the billionaire genius was referring to, but he felt guilty for whatever Y/N had to witness of him and Jackie. He thought going home with someone else would help quash his feelings but now that he was sober, he knew that it was a stupid idea. He only felt guilt and remorse for what had happened the previous night.

Hooking up with a woman in front of Y/N was the worst idea ever.

The breeze from the rental car window was just enough to keep Y/N alert as she drove the last stretch of their five-hour journey, well maybe a bit longer if you counted going through the whole airport process. Y/N had felt tense the second she met Bucky at JFK and the thought of being confined to a small space that was thousands of feet in the air.

Y/N didn’t want to talk about how things had become uncomfortable after Peter and Gwen’s rehearsal dinner. She was embarrassed but she also had avoided the subject completely when she met him the next day for the wedding. Bucky’s familial duties took him away from her which, to her benefit, meant that she hardly saw him. 

The celebration was enjoyable but there was an annoying voice in the back of her head telling her to talk to Bucky about everything. But she couldn’t, he was her friend of over a decade. Plus, now that they were on their way to another wedding, it had already been three weeks since they last saw each other. 

Bucky had probably forgotten about the incident, and he was too drunk to see that he and Jackie hurt her. She should just brush it under the carpet, right?

The journey wasn’t as bad as Y/N thought; she was able to lose herself in her book or the music playlist that Nat had sent to her a few days ago. ‘Perfect for long journeys’, she’d said. All the while, Bucky lounged in the seat beside her, reading on his kindle or chatting about the usual nonsense that was his dating life.

It was as if nothing had happened, nothing had changed, and Y/N knew that she was just overthinking the possibility of them crossing the line of friendship. It was only a side effect of their fake dating arrangement and being in romantically charged places.

The motel parking lot gravel crunched under the tyres as Y/N pulled in. Relief flooded her and she sluggishly climbed out, stretching her arms high and shaking out her legs. The freedom from the cramped space behind the wheel didn’t alleviate heaviness in her muscles and all that she craved was a nap.

Bucky headed to the reception to pick up the key, and within minutes they were able to access the room, and Y/N instantly flopped face-first onto the bed. Kicking her shoes off and shuffling up the mattress, she pulled the side of the duvet and rolled over into a cocoon and let the nap take hold of her.

Bucky clambered through the door with Y/N’s luggage as well as his own, muttering to himself about her being a lazy pain in his ass. But when he saw her peacefully sleeping form on the bed, he couldn’t help but smile. The way she had cocooned herself in the covers, and how her soft snores puffed out her lips; it was adorable.

Then the guilt reared its head. He’d tried to approach the subject of the rehearsal dinner at the airport but from the tension in her body and the intense focus on reading her book, he knew that she wouldn’t talk. She was embarrassed, and he would have been too if he’d been caught with a sex toy at a rehearsal dinner.

Deep down, he knew something else was bothering Y/N. She was too focused on the road ahead instead of listening to his woeful attempts at dating. His thoughts kept reverting to the moment he kicked Jackie out after awaking to Y/N’s text messages; he felt like he’d upset Y/N, disappointed her but wasn’t that what this was all about? They were being one another’s company until they found someone they wanted to date. That’s what this was.

Since Peter’s wedding, fond moments Bucky had shared with Y/N had started to dance behind his eyes. Their shared memories from over the years playing on repeat at night. Making breakfast together while the rest of their friends groaned about their hangovers in the other room, the candid way she’d grab his prosthetic arm and he always felt a rush of warmth when he realised that once again, it didn’t bother her. 

That was before all the technological adaptations to connect to his nervous system. She touched his arm like it was real. And once those adaptations were made, Bucky felt her tender touch and the soft skin of her palm. He felt at ease, calm, at peace even, with her compared to the rest of the people in his life, the world. He was whole with her.

A horn blasted in the parking lot and caught Bucky’s attention before he refocused on Y/N’s sleeping form. Bucky wasn’t sure about his feelings anymore, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of their pact or whether Y/N felt something more. He could be just imagining it. She had never judged him, had always been by his side at college. 

They were partners in crime, as thick as thieves. And since then, they’d drifted into a more casual friendship but maybe there could be something there. Stop it. He berated and carried on unloading the car, focused intently on collecting their belongings.

Y/N felt better than before but she still felt drowsy, and the flickering television showing an old western film lulled her further into the bed. Absentmindedly, she pulled Bucky’s arm around her shoulder and nuzzled into his chest. The smell of his cologne added to the comfort she already found herself in, then she realised what she had done.

Now that she was there, she didn’t know what to do, she was frozen in place. She could remove her arms from his waist, or maybe pretend she was still asleep and roll away again. The embarrassment tingled at her cheeks and the feel of his toned stomach under her forearm made her core ache with want. She snapped out of it when she felt Bucky shuffle away from her.

“Erm, what are you doing?” Bucky frowned at her, seriousness in his features.

“It’s just a hug, I’m half asleep, chill out.” Y/N pretended to not let the hurt of rejection show and put it back onto Bucky, “Do you not like cuddles or something?”

Bucky unfurled his arm and shook his head at her, “I don’t wanna cuddle you.” 

Y/N sighed dramatically and flopped back onto bed dramatically, “Fine, don’t crawl over to me when it gets cold in here tonight.”

Bucky had lied, he did like cuddles. He wanted to cuddle Y/N with every fibre of his being. He didn’t want to get used to it, to the feel of Y/N’s warm body pressed against him, only to have it be taken away. He didn’t want to miss her touch once he had been graced with it. He wasn’t good enough for her, anything more than friendship wouldn’t work. It surely couldn't?

He turned off the television and decided to leave her to sleep in peace. He knew for certain that the next time she woke up, she’d be cranky because she hadn’t eaten. With the fear of Y/N throwing a tantrum like a two-year-old, he headed out into the town to find some food for the drama queen.

Bucky threw on his jacket and grabbed the keys, Y/N’s phone flashing drew his attention. A notification: an envelope with Dean bolded beside it. He knew that he wouldn’t read it, no matter how tempting the voices in the back of his head were telling him to see what had happened since Y/N and Dean’s rendezvous at Darcy’s wedding.

Bucky, annoyed at the taunting notification, he knew Y/N’s password, it was the same for everything and he’d constantly scolded her for that. But he’d never invade her privacy. And right now, he needed to get out of the room. It was stifling and it felt like the walls had closed in around him. Y/N’s soft snores had become irritating as the recurring feeling of jealousy took over and he stormed out of the room.

A group of large men covered in tattoos with long beards, unmistakably their Harleys resting in the parking bay out the front of the venue made Y/N feel like she was finally home. It wasn’t the usual aesthetic for a wedding reception and maybe Y/N should have warned Bucky. Where’s the fun in that? She thought as she reached the entrance, but Bucky was no longer beside her.

Y/N turned to find his confused face across the sidewalk, “Come on, we’re here.”

Bucky jogged over to her, he frowned as he read the sign on the wall, “Right, we are going to a bar called Hell House that used to be a Catholic boarding school for a wedding?”

“Yes, I told you, it’s for some dear friends from when I lived here.” She ushered him inside with a giggle. “I know my way around, just follow me.”

“You said you lived in a suburb,” Bucky muttered as he walked into the dimly lit bar.

The number of people dressed similarly to the men outside was growing tenfold and Y/N could feel the tension reeling off him. She knew he wouldn’t be scared, but probably surprised by the company she kept in her hometown. They were a different, very different group of friends to those she met at college.

“Hey Chocolate Puddin’!” Y/N screamed and threw her arms around the man wiping down a table.  The man reciprocated with the usual awkward hug; not holding her too tightly in case Y/N clocked him one for feeling her up on accident again. She pulled away and gestured to her date. “And this is Bucky.”

He shook Bucky’s hand and introduced himself, “Weasel. This one just mocks me for not knowing what emojis mean.”

Y/N tugged on Bucky’s jacket to bring his ear closer and whispered, “He thought the poop emoji was chocolate ice cream or somethin’.”

“What can I get you to drink?” Weasel asked as he wiped the glasses and placed them on the bar.

“Blowjob!!” Another man shouted and spun Y/N around, pulling her away from the bar and out of Bucky’s hearing range. “Well, look at you Care Bear. Looking like a fuckable plushie.”

Weasel muttered under his breath and fixed the bailey and whipped cream shot while jealousy brewed in Bucky’s chest as he watched Y/N being picked up by the handsome man. He couldn’t react, how could he in a room full of giants and he’d hardly admitted his feelings to himself yet. 

Instead, he clutched the bottle of beer that Weasel handed him. Y/N knew these people, if she didn’t want to be manhandled then she would have done something about it. And Bucky wasn’t sure why that annoyed him more; that she was more casual with affections or that she didn’t do this with him.

Bucky turned away for a second only to turn around to see a woman grabbing Y/N’s face and pushing their faces together in a smacking kiss. His mouth dropped agape, as the women giggled and hugged one another. He needed to talk to you about what kind of place you grew up in because this was not what he pictured.

“You get used to it.” Weasel commented and held up two crossed fingers, “those three are like that. Never known a throuple like it.”

Bucky frowned, “a what?”

“He’s messing with you Buck, he’s just jealous that he never got to tap any of us. Bucky, this is Wade and Vanessa.”

It then dawned on him that the man that ordered a blow job and the woman that snogged his fake date were the newlyweds. Vanessa was one of Y/N’s oldest friends from high school and had introduced her to Wade, but never explained how. Maybe the venue had something to do with it but now he was even more curious and a little less jealous.

The four of them drank round after round at a table that had been set aside for the special couple. The table didn’t look any different to the others apart from the fact that it was probably the cleanest and the only distinguishable feature was the folded piece of paper with the words ‘reservation for wade & ness’ scrawled on it.

“So how did you two meet?” Bucky asked the couple.

“Y/N and I went our separate ways after school.” Vanessa held out her hand on the table, Y/N immediately grabbing it. “One of us sold themselves to the world of men and the other became a stripper.”

Y/N cackled, and Bucky enjoyed the carefree nature that Y/N had around this pair. She was uninhibited and more herself than he’d seen in a long time. Growing up with someone is a different type of friendship with the ones you meet at college. Bucky’s mind drifted to Steve Rogers, his childhood friend and how they were practically brothers, always getting into trouble. 

“Wade came in after finishing a job, courtesy of me.” Y/N dramatically placed her hand on her chest then looked at Bucky, “Oh right, you don’t know what Wade does for a living. So erm, basically he can be hired to help people with difficult situations rather than calling the police.”

Bucky paused and dropped the bottle onto the table with a thunk and immediately found Y/N’s eyes. He wasn’t sure where this story was going but he didn’t like the sound of it at all. Not one little bit.

“My ex was causing me some hassle and Wade gave him a little scare.” Y/N beamed through her drunkenness and turned back to the couple, “and because Wade came the next night to pay his merc fees, he met Ness.”

“Oh yeah, it was that douche, Francis. Francis. Stalker shit his pants when he saw me.” Wade barked out a laugh and turned to Vanessa, muttering words into her ear. The couple becoming completely lost in one another.

Bucky turned to Y/N, “Didn’t you date Francis in college?”

Y/N hiccupped and nodded, then vacated her seat before Bucky could respond. He watched her fiddle with the dials on the jukebox while he mulled over his thoughts; why hadn’t Y/N come to him or Sam about Francis? 

He’d have to ask her when she was sober because there was no way he was going to get the information from her now or the newlyweds. They were almost tearing each other’s clothes off as they made out. 

Y/N had finally picked a track and it boomed through the speakers. Her and a group of others dancing along to the beat. Bucky left the passionate display of intimacy and joined Y/N on the makeshift dance floor which was just some tables pushed to the side.

“Buckaroo!” She crooned and pulled him into a formal hold for such an upbeat song, “So who are we hooking you up with tonight?”

Bucky was completely surprised at her comment, he had hoped that she didn’t like what had happened on their last date and how it turned out with Jackie. Then again, Dean had text her earlier. He must have read this situation completely wrong, and he didn’t want her to know that. She couldn’t know how he felt, he wasn’t sure about it either. That’s what he kept telling himself.

He decided to play along and nod towards a young woman, “what about her?”

Y/N checked over his shoulder as they spun around the small space, she rolled her eyes at the sight of Hope Summers, “I don’t think that’s a good idea unless you want to get beaten up by her dad.”

He followed Y/N’s line of sight and spotted the man glaring at him as if he knew exactly what Bucky had thought or said about his daughter. He immediately shifted Y/N around, spinning her out and back in to avoid looking into the creepy old man’s death stare.

“I need a drink,” Y/N stopped dancing, gathering her breath.

Bucky led the way to the bar and Y/N happily held onto his hand until they were met with Weasel’s agitated face as he held the corded phone to his ear before placing the receiver to his chest.

“It’s for you.” He gestured to Y/N who rounded the bar with confusion etched across her face. Nobody who knew Hellhouse's number knew she was here or would be calling because they’re all here as far as she could tell. 

Weasel kept his hand over the mouthpiece as she approached, “It’s Tyler.”

Y/N glanced to Bucky who sipped on his beer and talked to Neena, another of her high school friends that had ended up in similar work as Wade, she was nicknamed Lucky for all the ways she miraculously got out of tricky situations.

Bucky ducked closer to Neena’s, whispering into her ear and a wave of anger erupted in Y/N. She was done with being second best, Bucky was only doing this to meet other women. She wasn’t what he wanted.

Finally, she put the phone to her ear and prepared herself to listen to whatever her ex-boyfriend wanted to say. With a deep breath, she answered the call as coolly as she could.

Bucky turned back to the bar and saw the frustration on Y/N’s face growing, it wasn’t a pleasant phone call. Plus, surely, they would have rung her mobile. He scooted around the bar and approached Y/N, her back now turned from him and her fingers wrapped and unwrapped from the coil of the phone’s cord.

“Tyler, please just listen to me.” She hissed. “I am not interested. I’ve moved on.”

Bucky froze at Y/N’s words, when did she move on? And who had she moved onto? Was it that guy that she met at Darcy's wedding? Dean. The name grated his nerves. He couldn’t blame her; she was allowed to move on. Worry filled his thoughts, could he have caused Y/N to run into the arms of someone else because he hooked up with Jackie.

Y/N slammed the handset into its holder on the wall, spinning to Bucky and the moment he saw her unshed tears, he pulled her into his arms. Pushing his feelings aside, he knew that he needed to be there for her regardless of if she had moved on to someone new.

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[sapphic-yearning-lesbian]

The Magic Phrase

This SMUT is part of my Kumandra Memorial Hospital story, BUT this can be read solo! So ENJOY! (18+ content!)

OKAY! So I've noticed the lack of toys in SMUT! Trust me, I love all-natural as much as any other but thought it would be fun to write something new.  

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, light BDSM, praise kink, foreplay, toy-play, oral sex, overstimulation, lots of teasing, and dirty talk.

Word Count: 5604

A03

     Raya looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was wearing lingerie that somewhat resembled the colors of her old military uniform. The bralette and thong were a lacey royal blue color. Her emerald green leather garter was simultaneously attached to her waist and upper tighs.

     Her hair was in a messy braid so she could wear her emerald green military beret. She chuckled as she readjusted it upon her head, tilting it a bit down. Raya choice to include the hat because Namaari had revealed days before that many of her sexual fantasies included fucking her in a military uniform. And Raya wanted to provide.

     She bit the inside of her lip as she looked back into the mirror, psyching herself up, "Why are you nervous? She loves you! You could be wearing sweatpants and a baggy shirt, and she'll still devour you! YOU GOT THIS." Raya finished her mantra and chuckled, remembering she told Namaari she was too tired to do anything tonight when in reality, she's going to cave to several of her desires. She exhaled as she grabbed the silk white robe hanging from the bathroom door, putting it on and letting it rest on her elbows. 

     Raya opened the bathroom door and spotted no Namaari in the hallway. However, she does spot Tuk Tuk at the end of the hallway, staring at her, tilting his head in confusion; she quietly chuckles as she continued to her destination. Once she got to their bedroom, she slowly opened it and peaked her head in, spotting no Namaari. She entered quickly and closed the door behind her locking it. She needs to make sure all the supplies are at reach. Tonight Raya was giving in entirely to Namaari, allowing her to do anything she desired once she earned it. 

     She looked under their bed, pulling out a box that held their straps. Quickly tossing them onto the small couch at the end of their bed, yet she had a feeling Namaari wasn't going to gravitate towards them tonight. 

     Raya then maneuvers to their nightstand, pulling out a regular bullet vibrator with a corresponding hand strap, a feather, cuffs, a flogger, a clitoral vibrator, a curved beaded glass dildo, a rabbit vibrator, and finally, some silicone lube. She settles on only these options for tonight. They only have the rest of their lives to explore new ways of pleasure, but for tonight, the possibilities should be more than enough! After retrieving all the toys, she places them on the small couch.

     "What else? What else" Raya whispers to herself as she retrieves her phone, pressing play on her premade sensual playlist. She almost runs her hands through her hair, only realizing she is wearing a hat. "Lighting," she suddenly remembers, running to the door, unlocking it, and dimming the lights just enough so they can see each other but dim enough to set the sensual mood. 

     "Perfect," Raya declares. 

     Raya then quickly makes her way to the bed, resting on her knees, spreading them apart; Before arching her back slightly as she places her right hand on the mattress, her left hand running up and down her left thigh. "NAMAARI, COME HERE FOR A SECOND" She screams as she bites her bottom lip, nervous while also dying in anticipation.

     Namaari hears Raya scream for her as she watches TV on the couch; she quickly turns off the TV, standing up, leaving her sleeping kitty on the couch. Making her way to the bedroom, assuming Raya wanted to cuddle. 

     Once Namaari reaches the end of the hall, she hears Raya's sex playlist emulating from their bedroom. "Guess she changed her mind," She whispers to herself, opening the door. She's greeted by dim lighting, sensual music, but the greatest gift is Raya's beautiful and provocative pose on their bed.

     Raya just looked absolutely stunning to Namaari.

     Namaari felt her jaw almost hit the floor, seeing all of Raya's exposed skin. She was overwhelmed by a warm, tingling sensation as she ran her eyes up and down Raya's attire and body. Once her eyes set on the military beret, a huge grin appeared on her lips, knowing Raya was giving into one of her deepest desires.

     Raya seductively crawls off the bed, her eyes locked onto Namaari's chocolate eyes as she does. "I was thinking...I give a little tonight," she whispered as she approached the other.

    Namaari's back hit the door as she pushed it shut, licking her lips as Raya stopped in front of her. "You want me to submit you? When you look like that," Namaari chuckled as Raya pushed herself up in her tippy toes to be at Maari's level.

     "Mmph only until you say the magic phrase...Only then...will I bend to all your wants and desires," Raya whispered into Namaari's ear before gently nibbling on it.

     Namaari shivered against Raya's breath as her eyes widen with pure suspense and want. "Fuck" She stuttered as Raya grabbed onto the straps of her sports bra, tugging at them before turning them around in a swift movement, shoving at her chest, pushing her back.  

     Raya attentively watches as Namaari goes tumbling back onto their bed: her legs touching the bed before she's forced into a sitting position when falling. Her face is covered in shock, but there is also darkness in it; her lust. "That's exactly what I'll do if you don't guess the phrase," Raya purred as she started swaying her hips to the sides, running her hands up and down her body. 

     Namaari was squirming as she sat on the bed, "Princess, come closer," she whimpered.

     Raya pressed her lips together as she stepped closer to Namaari, still doing her dance. However, as Namaari reached her hands out to touch her, she stepped back. "I have two rules you have to follow, handsome."

     I'm so done for, Namaari thought as Raya chuckled at her.

     "I want you; that's the phrase, right?" Namaari stated with a raised eyebrow. 

     Raya smiled as she stopped dancing, kneeling in front of Namaari, hoovering her lips over the others, "Nope," She whispered as Maari had pushed her lips forward, just as she stepped back, regaining her posture. "Rule number one; I'm the dom until you guess the phrase," She states as she begins to remove her robe slowly. "Rule number two; you cannot touch me... or kiss me until you do..."

     "WHAT?" Namaari exclaims as her eyebrows crease, and a frown appears on her lips; even so, she feels her core begin to pool warmth.

     "Extend your arms, daddy," Raya orders as she lets the gown hit the floor before reaching for the flogger.

     Namaari does as she told, entending her arms out, "Mommy? or Mamas?" she questions as Raya shakes her head no. She watches as Raya lightly brushes the white flogger onto her skin before looking into Namaari's eyes. For just a second, she watches Raya push away her lust as pure love replaces it.

     "Handsome... Remember, green means keep going, orange means use caution, and red means stop completely," Raya says in a soft voice while Namaari huff's at her amused. 

     "I know, love...I trust you," Namaari breathes out as Raya subtly runs the ends of the flogger onto her arms, easing her into the new feeling.

     Raya's breathing deepens as she sees Namaari's eyes close before humming into the sensation of the leather against her skin. That's when Raya pulls the flogger back and whips Namaari's open palms. Maari slightly jumps into the feeling before Raya hits her other hand. "Green," Namaari purrs as she lets her hands fall. 

     Having permission to keep going, Raya begins to whip other places of Namaari's body. Such as her thighs, her abdomen, her shoulders, and her collar bone. Each whip received with a groan of pleasure from Namaari, "You're so sexy," Namaari whispers as she opens her eyes, looking at Raya, whose slightly sweating from the physical strength needed to whip the other.

     Raya drops the flogger after a few whips as that wasn't the activity she was genuinely looking forward to performing on Namaari. "Hand's up," she exhaled. Namaari only smirking and doing as she told. Raya knew the other had figured out the magical phase but was waiting for the perfect moment to say it.

     Namaari watched as Raya began to sway her hips again, and just as she did, the song Moan by Kodie started playing. Raya grinned from ear to ear when she heard the music: playing her movements to sway with the song. Namaari lightly bites her inner lip looking at Raya's pear-shaped body. Raya was perfect to her. Her breasts were about the size of a B-cup; she had an average waist, a visible four-pack, and wide hips that complemented her bigger than average ass. 

     With one hand, Raya grabbed her braid, tossing her over her right shoulder as she grabbed Namaari's hands, gently leading them up and down her body as she swayed: Never allowing the other to touch her. Namaari grunted, growing sexually frustrated. Raya sighed as she dropped Namaari's hands and turned around, grinding her ass lightly on Namaari. "I love you," Namaari whispered as her hands quickly gripped Raya's ass, massaging it. Raya only chuckled as she continued her lap dance. 

     Having guessed the phrase, Namaari would be rewarded. 

     Namaari indulges herself in groping Raya's ass for a few moments before running her hands up Raya's waist. Before wrapping them around her chest and grasping her boobs. Raya only moaned as she proceeded to grind her ass on Namaari's lap, making her head spin--Namaari was enjoying this, but she wanted control. So as Raya briefly lifts her ass off her, she gripped her waist once again before standing up. Then in a swift motion, Namaaril turned them around before roughly tossing Raya face down onto the bed. 

     "I love it when you toss me around, daddy," Raya declared against the mattress, making her voice sound muffled.

     Namaari's cheeks quickly turned a shade of red, feeling even more turned on. Even so, she crawled onto the bed, hovering over Raya, spreading her legs with hers. Before quickly grasping Raya's arms with her hands, pinning them over her head as she began to kiss and suckle at her neck. She could only hear the muffled hums and moaned escaping from Raya's lips. "Be loud for me, princess," Namaari whispered into Raya's neck only to be answered by Raya nodding yes into the mattress. 

     Raya feels Namaari bite down on her neck, right on her pressure point. An audible moan escaping her as she pushes her ass up against Namaari, wanting more of her. 

     Raya was very aware of how her heart began to race, her temperature had risen, and her core, well, it was hot and very moist. 

     Namaari finally pulled back from suckling on Raya's neck as she felt her briefs soaked, and it wasn't her who drenched them. "Raya, did you cum already?" She chuckled as she let go of Raya's hands, placing them on either side of her, pushing herself up. 

    Raya is a squirter and usually cums multiple times before orgasming; this wasn't new's to the both of them. However, to Raya, this is an inconvenience, but to Namaari, it's hot and completely undoes her. 

     "You'll be punished for that," Namaari stated as she crawled off the bed, leaving a shivering and whimpering Raya lying face down on the bed. She quickly grabbed the flogger that was on the floor.

     Raya purred, "Whatever punishment you find fit, daddy."

     Namaari huffed, slapping the flogger against her left hand. "On your knees."

     Raya didn't hesitate and quickly stood up from the bed; before kneeling at the bed's edge, her back facing Namaari. Raya's breathing was becoming harder to maintain at a steady pace. And as Namaari brushed the ends of the flogger over her shoulders and neck, her breathing began to falter. 

     Having dabbled in pain infliction pleasure before, Raya quickly extended her right hand, showing she was ready for the first whip. Raya was mentally prepared to feel the whip; however, her body still shivered while the flogger was against her skin. Noticing this, Namaari eased Raya into the feeling, making sure to slowly and gently run the flogger down her whole arm before resting it on her open hand. Only then did Namaari lift the flogger before bringing it down roughly on Raya's open palm. Raya only winced at the slight pain but found herself in love with the euphoria of it. 

     "Green," Raya whimpered as she moved her hands to rest on her thighs.

     After getting the green from Raya, Namaari ran the flogger over several areas of her skin before whipping her, each time being received by Raya with a wince of pleasure. Namaari did this for a while, using the flogger against Raya's shoulders, back, and bottom. Yet it was very straining actively, so she found herself sweating and tired. To catch her breath, she dropped the flogger and made her way to the edge of the bed, sitting down, simply patting on her lap, singling to Raya what she wanted.

     Raya grinned, standing up and throwing herself over Namaari's lap; her pelvis spread across Maari's lap while the rest of her body was on the bed. "I love you," Namaari whispered as she pulled down Raya's underwear, as far as her upper tighs, only getting them out the way. She then gently began to rub circles into Raya's ass. Raya only whimpered before closing her eyes, trying to feel most of the following sensations.

     Namaari began slowly by rubbing circles into Raya's ass before lightly tapping it to signal her following movements. "You're the only one for me," Maari grunted as she brought her hand up, slapping down: Raya flinching as she received the hit but relaxing after, moaning. 

     Namaari repeated this process, rubbing, tapping, then slapping. Yet with each new slap, an added pressure and strength was added, usually resulting in a pleasurable moan from Raya.

     "Plus, this ass is--" Maari began to say as she noticed Raya's body began to tense. Having seen this shift, Namaari grounded herself by rubbing circles into Raya's ass; she was also hoping this action would also bring Raya back to the present moment. Maari patiently waited for Raya's body to relax, tapping on her ass again, right before slapping her hand down, this time more gently. "It's delicious," Namaari growled as Raya moaned. 

     "This feels so good handsome, but...I need more, I need you," Raya managed to communicate between her spanking. Her significant other, Namaari, only chuckled as her cheeks turned red. 

     Wanting to shift her focus, Namaari rubbed circles into Raya's ass one more time before noticing her handprint beginning to show in red. She quickly bends over and lightly nibbed on the already sensitive skin. "MAARI," Raya moaned, causing Namaari to laugh into her ass cheek before letting go of the tender skin between her teeth, lightly kissing the area after.

     Namaari only snickered. "What happened to daddy or handsome?" before letting her back fall onto their bed, which resulted in Raya quickly positioning herself to be on top. This position was okay for now as Namaari closed her eyes, feeling her core lingering with several sensations radiating throughout her whole body. 

     They both were dripping messes.

     Raya quickly rid herself of her panties, leaving her garter's on, as it would take too long to free herself of them; before properly adjusting herself on Namaari's core, thrusting her hips into her. She watched as Namaari's eyes remained closed as her lips slightly parted. Raya was sure Namaari was about to orgasm, but she suddenly opened her eyes and looked her up and down hungrily. 

     Namaari grabbed Raya by the waist and stopped her from grinding onto her. She wasn't going to allow herself to orgasm until she fucked the shit out of Raya--Seconds after grabbing onto Raya's waist, Namaari aggressively tosses her off and onto the side of the bed. Raya only gasps in surprise as her back hits the mattress. 

     Within seconds Namaari was crawling onto Raya before crashing her lips onto hers. The kiss was messy yet so intoxicating. Their tounges engaged in a tango of sorts, each of them taking their turn to lead. The only breaths are taken from their noses or when one of them bites down on the other's bottom lip. 

    While exploring every crevice in Raya's mouth with her tongue, Namaari's left hand is unclasping her bra. Simultaneously, her right hand is slowly making its way down the ride side of Raya's body, only stopping at her right knee, gripping the bottom of it, bending it to grant her better access. Only then does Namaari part their lips, slowly kissing and suckling on Raya's jawline. Her left hand now massaging Raya's left breast. 

     Raya purrs, "That feels good, daddy."

     Namaari hums, "Just wait Dep La."

     Raya's hands this whole time have been weakly running up and down the other's biceps, but her mind was foggy, lost in her pleasure. 

     Namarri's right hand swiftly grabbed the lube placed perfectly on the couch nearby, not needing to stop her previous activities. Once the lube was in her grasp, she works her mouth down Raya's body, leaving passionate kisses against her skin. Concurrently Namaari's left hand was kneading Raya's right breast; before stimulating her nipple between her fingers. For a brief second, Maari tears her sight from Raya's body only to generously squirt lube on Raya's outer labia, who reacts by shivering to the coldness of it.

     Raya was going to remark when the cold lube touched her hot core; however, feeling Namaari's right hand already rubbing it into outer labia caused her to lose her words. Namaari was gentle and teasing as she ran her fingers throughout all of Raya's folds, being sure all the surface area was coated in a generous amount of lube. Simultaneously, her mouth had engulfed Raya's entire left breast in her mouth, gently sucking and rolling it. Raya's back arched as her ecstasy overtook her; however, Namaari hand and mouth stopped. "Only release when given permission, love," Namaari whisperers against her left breast, lighting kissing it.

     Namaari pulls her face away from Raya's breast as her eyes land on the glass dildo. She grabs it with her left hand as Raya lays beneath her, trying to control her breathing. With her right hand, she grabs the lube and squits some on the dildo, quickly stroking it to make sure the lube was distributed on the toy. Namaari then lowers her face down to Raya's collarbone leaving gentle kisses as her right hand returned to Raya's core.

     As Raya tried to control her labored breathing, she felt Namaari begin suckling against her neck as her right hand was teasing her entrance. Raya brought her hands up to Namaari's neck, her left hand gently pulling on her hair while her right scratched the back of her head. She needed to concentrate on anything that wasn't the tingles and pressure pooling in her core. So she kept her eyes closed, trying to memorize the touch and feel of Namaari's scalp against her fingers.

     Namaari stopped teasing Raya's entrance and inserted two fingers. She watched as Raya's eyes opened only to roll to the back of her head before she arched her back, pushing her pelvis towards her hand, wanting more. 

     Raya saw stars as Namaari's fingers pumped in and out of her, curling to hit her G spot. Suddenly Namaari's face was hovering over her, and she pressed their lips together. "I love this pussy!" Maari mumbled into their kiss. 

     Namaari continued to kiss Raya passionately while Raya kissed her back tenderly, struggling to focus. 

     Namaari only pumped her fingers inside Raya a few more times, trying to memorize how deep Raya's G-spot was. She then pulled her fingers out, causing Raya to whine. However, in seconds the dildo once held in her left hand was now in her right hand, which she teasingly placed on Raya's entrance. Her left hand still kneading one of Raya's breasts; without ever breaking their kiss.

     As Namaari watched Raya's breathing began to labor again, she finally pushed the dildo inside her, only deep enough to hit her G-spot before pulling it out almost instantly. Raya whimpered against her lips as she did this a few more times. 

     Raya's whole body trembled, feeling the beaded dildo enter her so easily. Namaari had it gripped in a way that made sure it applied pressure onto her G-spot each time it went in, making her whimper against her lips each time--She no longer tried to kiss Namaari back as the glass dildo was pushed all the way in. Her whole body tensing as she felt a rush of heat elevating all over her body.

     Once Raya stopped kissing Namaari back, overconsumed by her pleasure, it pushed Namaari close to her own edge. Even so, she continued to press gentle kisses on Raya's jaw and neck as she varied how deep she trusted the dildo. "Release on the count of three," She murmured against Raya's neck as she moved her left hand down to Raya's clit. She gently lifted the hood off the clit and started rubbing circles into it; as she continued to thrust the toy with her other hand. "one..." Raya's whole body was arched as she trembled to keep herself from finishing, "Two..." Namaari pulled her lips away from Raya's face only to watch her crash. "Three." 

     Raya couldn't believe the high she reached before coming crashing down, the moans and groans escaping her lips echoing throughout the room. "Just like that Dep La," Namaari said, coaching her through the orgasm. Her left thumb continuing to stimulate her clit as her right hand trusted the toy in and out of her at a slower rhythm.

     As Raya's back relaxed, and the fogginess of her mind began to dismiss. She opened her eyes to see Namaari's glistening in her sweat and panting resulting from the pressure she caused her. Raya also became aware of the tight grip she had on Namaair's hair; quickly letting go as she giggled, "Ohh, daddy, that was--"

     Namaari cut her off as she pressed a quick peck onto her lips before pulling out the toy from within her. Raya only gasped against her lips as she began trailing kisses down her body. "I'm not done, Raya...Relax for me." 

     Raya felt her bottom lip quiver as she nodded yes. Each of the trailing kisses of her partner burning into her skin. Her legs were slightly trembling as Namaari's kisses reached her navel, her hands dropping from the other head and neck landing onto the mattress. 

     Raya had bent both her knees at this point, spreading her legs apart, knowing Namaari was going to eat her out. No sooner had she spread her legs had Namaari crawled off the bed and kneed down in front of her, however before diving in, she rid herself of her sports bra, knowing things would get messy.

     Namaari was buying Raya some time to cool down from her first orgasm before coaxing her into a new one. Raya is very intuned with her body, and pushing her into another orgasm way too soon can be more painful than pleasurable. This isn't a problem for Namaari as it allows her more time and space to worship Raya.

     Raya looked down at Namaari, who ran her hands up and down her inner thighs before pressing kisses into her sensitive skin. Once Namaari found a tender spot that made Raya whimper, she would gently nibble it or suck a hickey into it, causing subtle moans to escape her partner.

     Once Namaari heard Raya's breath settle as much as it would. She trailed her kisses towards Raya's core. Taking a moment to admire all of Raya's folds, the way her clit had retracted back into its hood, how her outer labia was painted in a rosy pink from her arousal. "You're beautiful," she admitted as she looked up to Raya, who tossed her head back giggling. Nevertheless, Namaari could still see the red beginning to appear on Raya's cheeks.

     The way Namaari appreciated her body made Raya's heart skip a beat. She was so in love with her. However, Raya's train of thought disappeared as she felt Namaari's flat tongue exploring her core. 

     Namaari explored Raya's outer lips, vaginal opening, and perineum before she began gently licking Raya's inner labia, making sure to brush her tongue against all her folds. As Raya started to whimper, she gently sucked on her folds, causing Raya's whimper's to amplify. She knew the anticipation was probably torturing Raya, resulting in her arousal increasing. Namaari was purposely ignoring her clit, trying to postpone the second orgasm.

     Raya groaned as Namaari licked her entrance before slightly dipping her tongue inside her. Yet that was a tease as Namaari continued using broad strokes to lick up and down her vaginal opening, no longer penetrating her. Raya was tired of waiting, so she moaned and pushed her pelvis up, forcing Namaari's face into her entrance.

     Namaari's face was engulfed by everything that was Raya. The pungent sweet smell, the slight taste of tartness from her vaginal fluids, and the slipperiness of the lube. 

     Raya kept her eyes shut tight as she grabbed the sheets. Her breathing becoming heavier as Namaari's pointed tongue gently explored her inner core before beginning to pump in and out. Raya moan-groaned, thinking to herself she had to get back at that teaser in between her legs.

     Namaari used her tongue to penetrate the other however felt Raya's wall's almost instantly tense around her. Soon after, Raya began to shake from her overstimulation but moaned to make it clear to Namaari it was more pleasure than pain. Knowing it was okay to continue, Namaari tenderly ran her left hand up Raya's abdomen, running her fingers through all the muscles as she inserted three fingers from her right hand into Raya, as her tongue retreated.

     Raya's moans sounded broken as Namaari's fingers worked on stretching her vaginal wall, her tongue now circling her clit. She was going to orgasm, and she couldn't hold back. 

     "Release when you're ready," Namaari growled into her Raya's clit. She had been swirling her tongue over the hood, so she brought her left hand down, exposing the clitoris in its swollen pink state. After doing this, she moved her left hand lower to spread apart Raya's labia. Her tongue shifting from circles to up and down on Raya's clit. After a few strokes, she retracted her tongue and gently held the other clitoris between her lips before tugging on it ever so slightly. 

     Raya felt her legs trembling as she felt herself release, with a death grip on their sheets. Her whole world was dark with speckles of color with her overstimulation. She couldn't hear herself anymore, but she was confident the noises escaping her mouth portrayed the pleasure she was feeling.

     Namaari was overjoyed watching Raya squirt onto her fingers. Some people are addicted to nicotine, but Namaari is addicted to the taste of Raya's cum. 

     As Raya was coaxed through her pleasure waves by Namaari's tongue and fingers, she felt her senses began to return. The sound of her vaginal juices was the prompt sound hitting her ears as Namaari curled her finger inside her. She could also hear her own broken moans and Namaari's grunts and growls. Her grip on the mattress loosening, and she let her back lose its arch.

     Once Raya's wall's relaxed around her fingers, Namaari pulled her fingers out quickly, licking them clean before dropping her face in between Raya's folds. She then made sure to lick all the juices off Raya's outer core before dipping her tongue inside her and licking her walls clean. "Enough of that." Raya panted as she pushed Namaari's face away from her entrance. 

     Once Raya was able to look at Namaari's face, she noticed her slick all over her face. She also noticed how dazed in her own arousal Namaari was, so Raya wrapped her hands around her neck. Raya then pulled Namaari up from in between her legs before pulling her down to her. She then gave Namaari a tender kiss before quickly shifting their positions; Raya was now on top. Raya was exhausted, but she was going to return the favor! Plus, Namaari was about to hit her breaking point.

     As they continued to kiss, Raya began to pull Namaari boxer briefs off, which Namaari was quick to help her. Once they were off, Raya separated their lips, turning to look at the couch and reaching for a feather and a bullet vibrator with its hand strap. She quickly wrapped the strap around her right hand and placed the bullet vibrator in its specialized pocket. The toy was resting on the palm of her hand--Once the toy was secured onto her hand, she began kissing her way down from Namaari's jawline down to her collarbone. Her left hand was running the feather over Namaari's exposed body. 

     Namaari exhaled deeply, closing her eyes, feeling the tender kisses all over her chest, the feather stimulating her body into further arousal. She was trying to flourish in this feeling as she knew it wouldn't last once Raya touched her where she longed to be touched.

     Raya ran her fingers through Namaari's folds, only briefly knowing she didn't need to coax her into arousal; she was already there. 

     As Raya's two fingers entered Naamari, she was greeted by a river of wetness and a warmth that almost felt to be emulating from a furnace. "You're so wet for me," Raya purred as she began curling her fingers inside the other "That's a good Dep La, get wetter for me.

     Praise. 

     Namaari felt her body trembling in approval of Raya's actions and words. She knew her core was on fire, and now her cheeks were too. She felt her jaw tense, trying to keep her moans in as Raya's speed increased. "A good Dep La would be vocal for me," Raya whispered into her chest before filling her mouth with Namaari's right breast.

     They have a well-established dynamic: When Namaari tops, Raya calls her Daddy or handsome, but when she bottom's, Raya calls her Dep La. In contrast, Raya doesn't mind what Namaari calls her, resulting in Maari calling her whatever feels right in the moment of arousal. This dynamic works wonders for these girls.

     Namaari relaxed her jaw as she felt Raya drop the feather to the side and move her left hand to her burning core. Suddenly she felt Raya's fingers slow the speed of their penetration before her fingers were vibrating inside her. 

     Namaari groaned. "FUCK" 

     Raya's only responded with a subtle mischievous laugh as she bites her bottom lip. "That it Dep La." Namaari's eyes rolled to the back of her head as Raya started spreading her fingers inside her, while her left hand was gently stimulating her exposed clit. "Tell me how it feels?" 

     Namaari growled, trying to find words for the crazy sensations focused on her core. Apparently, Raya got restless, waiting for an answer as she stopped touching her clit and made the toy vibrate at a higher speed. "...It feels...so...good," she groaned.

     Raya grunted, "Want to make me happy, Dep La?"  

     Namaari nodded yes without opening her eyes. Raya only chuckled as she began to move her wrist with her fingers, making her curling all that much more intense for the other. 

    Raya watched as Namaari's body tensed and her back arched. Her left hand went back to stimulating Maari's clit. Raya quickly noticed the tightening of Namaari's walls around her fingers and the grunts and growls becoming that much more breathless. "Cum for me," She breathed out.

     No sooner had those words escape Raya's lips as Namaari felt herself release. She trembled with the overpowering stimuli all over her body and even felt her toes curl in pure pleasure. Raya's fingers working slower to help her through all the stages of her orgasm, but what brought her back was Raya's praise."That's it--You got this--That's my Dep La--Mmphh so beautiful--Take your time, my love."

     Once Namaari breathed through her last wave, she smiled before opening her eyes. Raya's stopped stimulating her clit and turned off the toy. Once Namaari opened her eyes, she saw a panting Raya pulling her fingers out from her core, cleaning them with her mouth before letting herself fall onto of her. 

     Raya felt her chest collide with Namaari's. Their breast's pressed against each other—their combined panting to regain their breaths, the only sounds echoing in the room. 

     Namaari wrapped her arms around Raya's waist, pulling her closer as if that was even possible. Raya quickly barred her face into the crotch of her neck, placing a gentle kiss into it. "That was--" Raya began to say.

     "Amazing," Namaari purred as she pressed a kiss onto Raya's forehead, feeling the other kiss her neck. Then Namaari used her nose to push the hat off Raya's head. "That hat is hot but was kinda in my way."

     Raya laughed into the other's neck before she felt Namaari cheek rest upon her head. "I love you so much! And this was fantastic, but let's hold off with toys and BDSM for the next few days; my legs need the rest," she said with a chuckle.

     "Agreed." Namaari whispered, pausing for dramatics, "I love you too."

     There they slept, both of them way too hot to shift to be under the sheets.​

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AHHHH I had so much writing this. Of course I only touched the surface of BDSM, kinks, dirty talking, and worshiping to name a few; but this one-shot was already so long.

Anyway I hope you guys love it! 

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pairing — kim seokjin x black female reader genre — smut word count — 2k summary — “His favorite view was, now, the contrast between the melanin of your skin and the red lingerie he bought for you as you danced on his lap” warning — explicit sexual content, lap dancing, dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, face sitting, multiple orgasms, soft dirty talk, cussing; honestly, just your basic filth

a/n  — omg, I’m just so excited for this series! This is just a few of the naughty, filthy, nasty shit that I imagine with the members, I hope they don’t get offended or anything skjsksjksj I had the idea with the Jungkook one-shot that will come later in the series, but I won’t take anymore of your time with this note. The goodies will be under the cut, enjoooy <3

Tour. That was the word that you’ve been hearing the most for the past three months. All the preparations, the extra practices, all the rehearsals, and Jin with his mind all over the place because he thinks he’s not focusing enough.

To be honest, you always thought he had the coolest job. He can travel all around the world and see the faces of many, many fans. And the best part was to see the sparkle in his eyes as he told you all the good things that his job had to offer.

But it wasn’t always the best, and it is one of the hardest jobs out there. To you, it was particularly hard when you had to be separated. Which was about to start tomorrow.

His first show in Seoul would be in a couple of days, and you decided that it would be in his best interest if he just focused 100% on his job. Him having to come to your apartment late at night just to leave early in the morning was not the best choice, especially if the dorm was closer to the company.

So, to have a “goodbye party”, you wanted to give Jin a lapdance. He loves when you dance for him. He loves to see how sexy you look wearing nothing but your confidence. And some high heels.

You’ve been planing on this for the past week or so, and you wanted to set up a moody room that would be engraved in his memory. It had to be perfect because your man deserves the best. 

After half a day decorating your room, everything was ready for his arrival. Now you just had to wait for him to come home.

You heard the front door unlock and went to take your place in the bathroom, as you wanted him to imagine what was going to happen before you came to his view.

“Babe?” he called, but you didn’t answer. He saw rose petals in the living room that gave a trail to your bedroom. He was now intrigued and excited. Most of his tiredness was now replaced by his horny instincts.

It wasn’t the first time you surprised him like this before he went on tour. He was expecting something to happen in the bedroom, as it’s where the usual surprises had taken place. But this rose petal shit had his senses tingling.

He quickly dropped his bag on the sofa and rushed to the bedroom. He opened the door and the first thing he noticed was the dim lights, followed by the aroma of vanilla-scented candles. “This is nice”, he thought.

He looked to his left and saw more candles and an improvised tent above the bed, made of a bedsheet and Christmas lights with a few throw pillows placed in a chair with a note that read “seat here”.

He cheered a little and eagerly obeyed.

“I’m sitting, babe” He let you know out loud and you could see the smile on his face just by the sound of his voice. And that was your cue to put on your favorite mood playlist and Jin knew he was in for a show. He grinned widely as he recognized the song.

“Are you ready, baby?” you said coming out of the bathroom. You walked and took your place in front of him, legs slightly apart and hand on your hips. His jaw dropped slightly as he looked at you. 

You were wearing the red lingerie that he bought you, knowing it would compliment your melanin. He was absolutely right. You moved to his side and whispered to his ear: “No touching”

A shiver took control of his spine as he gulped loudly. He dried his sweaty palms in his jeans, that were now outlining his hard bulge. You leaned back and placed your right foot in between his tighs, he widened them more, your heels making slight contact with his dick. He hissed.

You looked down and noticed his growth, smirking.

“We can take care of that later” you said, making Jin look a you “But know, just follow my hands”

You moved your hands to your face and winked at him as he smiled and made himself more relaxed in his chair. You then moved them to your neck, scratching it slightly with your nails. You closed your eyes and move your head side to side.

Opening your eyes and making eye contact with Jin as you slowly moved your palms to cup your breasts. He licked his plump lips as you squeezed them. 

Your hands headed down to your crotch, but before you could touch it, you removed your leg from the chair and turned with the beat of the music.

You started to move your hips, hands caressing your sides as they went up to your hair. You looked back to see Jin moving his eyes from your ass to your eyes. 

You close your eyes again to get into the music. Your hands were now doing their best to slowly move down your back, palming your ass and bending over slightly. Jin moaned as you scratched your skin again, this time leaving a faint mark.

You then squatted down, Jin now seeing your side profile. You caressed your thighs and send him a kiss as you came to all fours and crawled to his front. He bit his lips and smirked.

With your hand on his knees, you danced your way to his lap, first standing up, then turning your back at his chest and sitting right at his crotch.

You leaned back on him as you body-rolled, wanting really bad for him to touch you. But he was always a good boy.

You placed your legs right by his outer thighs and leaned forward to hold his knees again. This time with the perfect leverage to grind on his dick.

“Fuck!” He screamed. “Please let me touch you” he begged

“Why do you want to touch me, baby?” you asked “To rub my ass faster on your dick?” And just because of your words, you decided to grind even slower

Jin took a deep breath and tried to control the urge to touch you, he knew his good behavior always paid off.

Looking at your ass move back and forth and then up and down would be tattooed in his eyelids for the rest of your days apart, he was sure of that. It would make the list of his top favorite views. 

His favorite view was, now, the contrast between the melanin of your skin and the red lingerie he bought for you as you danced on his lap. That’s definitely his number 1.

You were getting tired of this dance, and you were getting wetter and wetter with every grind, so you decided to finalize it.

You set up straight, grabbing Jin’s hands and placing them on your thighs “Time for your reward” you said looking at him. He widened his eyes as you moved his hands to cup your breasts. He wasted no time and grabbed them firmly, making you moan.

You made sure his fingers came in contact with the front hook of your bra. He took the hint and easily opened them, throwing them on the floor.

You danced a little more as you moved his hands on your sides, stopping at the hem of your panties, you stood up and let his thumbs slide your panties off as you bent over, exposing your wet core.

That was it for him. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you. He needed to be between your legs, tasting you, making you moan as many times as possible.

“Babe” he pleaded with a sweet voice. You could never say no to him when he asked like that, so you both stood up and you pushed him to the bed, then getting on top of him. He kissed you firmly, holding your sides. His lips were soft against yours, your tongues melding against each other.

You grabbed a chunk of his hair as he deepened the kiss. He moved both of you so he could be on top, one of his thumbs drawing circles against your waist, the other cupping one of your tits.

He let a loud moan as you bit his lower lip, placing both of your tighs on his sides. He moved his hand to your core and circled your clit with his thumb, making you drop his lips to moan loudly.

He then inserted his two fingers in you and moved them back and forth slowly to concentrate on not dropping the friction on your clit.

But he couldn’t concentrate enough, he wanted to hear you moan once more, so he focused on working your sweet spot, hitting it with the speed of the music. 

He wanted to hear your moans from the VIP section, so he buried his head on the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses at your collarbones. The sensation of his kisses and fingers were too good for you, so good that you needed more.

Your hands went to move around your clit as the other held tight at the same chunk of his hair. The more in sync you both stimulated your sensitive spots, the tighter was the knot forming in your belly.

Jin noticed you were close by the way you were clenching on his fingers and knew just how to push you over the edge. “Cum for me, baby” he whispered in your ear. His velvety voice was always your breaking point. You reached your first orgasm of the night with a scream, and Jin stopped all his movements to help you calm down.

But you were ready for the next one and your hips moved in search of more friction. “Do you want to cum again, my love?” He asked softly 

“Yes” you answered

“Tell me how” he demanded.

“On your lips” you whispered. His eyes darkened at the sight of you massaging your tits, and he considered just lowering his head and doing what you wanted him to.

But you were his queen, and this was going to be his last hit for a while, he wanted you to remember this night too. So he decided that his lips would be the soft cushion of your throne.

He took off his clothes to make himself more comfortable and he laid on the bed. “My face is your throne, sit where you belong”

And so you did. You placed one leg over him and sitted facing his dick, his plump lips waiting to please you.

He first wetted his lips and kissed your outer lips, then placing his tongue out and flicking it over your clit before sucking it in.

You arched your back and moaned his name. He grabbed you by the hips and placed you lower so the suction could be deeper.

You arched forward and placed your hands on his chest. He placed his tongue out, so you rode it back and forth, your entrance making contact with the tip of his nose. 

The sight of his dick throbbing and wanting to be used made you salivate and made you wetter, the extra juices going directly on Jin’s top lip. He moaned with your taste and sucked your clit once more.

He then placed you again on your back, with your knees now on his shoulders. He placed his fingers inside you once more, but this time his lips went to your clit.

He moved his head side to side as he licked your clit, contrasting with the in and out movements of his hands.

The knot on your belly returned as he continued the combination of suction and fingering, only taking a couple of minutes to make you cum once again.

He laid on your side as you took a few deep breaths. You look to your side and you both smiled. “My turn” you tuned, more than happy to be the one to make him cum just like you did.

[xpeachesncream]

acquainted | six

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summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 4.7k

warnings: unprotected sex, begging, rough sex, doggy style, hair pulling, very slight dirty talk, slight hints of jealousy, very brief moment of spit play, oral (f. receiving), breast play, cum eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, marking/hickeys, cussing/mature language, angst, cuddling/after care, mentions of car accident/death, insecurities, unanswered questions, dont really know wtf this is or where it’s going, love triangle mess

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish @photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1​ (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

The Uber ride is silent, and part of you started to question whether or not you should continue. But, before you could really talk some sense into yourself, you had arrived at Jin's house.

You remember him dropping his address into your text thread after Chance's death anniversary, in case you ever needed anything. For which specific reasons, you had no idea what. Maybe for times like these? You were beginning to think this is what he planned all along.

As you slowly walked up to the front of his perfect family sized home up in Orinda, you felt a little weird seeing his car and what you assume is Grace's car. You also remember him briefly saying Grace would be in New York, but you double check your receipts just to make sure [on some serious hoe shit]. If anything, you could just make up some weird, bullshit excuse and run away, right? Pull the drunk student card. Hopefully, you wouldn't have to.

You ring the doorbell once and stand there awkwardly. You didn't hear any movement in the house, although the lights were on, so you hit the doorbell once more, the cold settling into your skin as the minutes go by. This was the moment you started to really question your decision. Like what the fuck, Y/N? What are we—

Lo and behold, Jin answers the door. He looks like he had just hopped out the shower since he showed up in sweats, a white longsleeve and damp hair.

"Sorry, I just hopped out the shower." He steps aside to let you in, almost like he already expected you to show up.

"It's alright." You fiddle with your fingers.

"It's freezing, are you cold? Do you want a sweater?" You look down at your leggings and the thin sweater you grabbed.

"I'm good, thanks." You say softly as you follow him deeper into the house. It's quiet for the most part, and you feel incredibly awkward walking behind him like a lost child. He stops in his kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water.

"Water? Or anything to drink? Eat, even? I might have something I could whip up for you really quickly." You chuckle.

"No, don't worry."

"Soooo, wanna tell me what you're doing here Y/N?" He chuckles at you.

"Don't flatter yourself, Jin."

"Can't help it since Jungkook doesn't seem to live here." He smirks, his hands now dug deep into the pockets of his sweats. You can't help but marvel at the sight of his long, veiny arms and the way his collarbone is poking out from his longsleeve. Oh, the thought of his hands wrapping around your neck.

"Ha-ha, very funny." You say sarcastically, crossing your arms.

"Just going along with your game." He's now closer and towering over you, subtly biting his bottom lip as he looks down at you. "You have fun with my stepbrother tonight?"

"And if I did?" At this point, your knees are buckling and you're about ready to pounce on this man with the way he's been acting.

"So then let me ask again - what are you doing here, Y/N?" His voice slightly deepened as his finger rose your chin for you to look him in the eye.

"Why ask when you know?"

"Cause I wanna hear it."

"You really wanna hear why?" You say, almost at a whisper.

"Yeah, I do." He edges his face closer to yours, the lust very apparent and strong as hell between the both of you. "Or you can show me." You suddenly can no longer hold yourself off, forgetting the events that played out until this moment. You instantly throw your bag aside and jump onto him, kissing him as he wraps his arms tightly around you to hold you up. He doesn't break the kiss as he's making his way up to the bedroom.

He gently lays you on the bed, taking off his shirt before aiding you with yours. You bite your bottom lip as you gush at the sight of his upper body, your panties feeling more soaked by the minute. You wanted every bit of him, and you were ready to get filthy, fulfilling every need Grace couldn't. He snatches your leggings off, tossing them across the room. His large hands are feeling down your entire body as he deeply kisses you. His lips move down to your jaw, then down to your neck, his tongue swiping across your skin before nipping and sucking on the surface to leave his mark. You let out a moan while your hands are in his hair.

"Fuck me, Jin. Pleeeease." You mewl as he's sucking on each breast, his tongue toying with your nipples before gently sucking and nibbling on them. He makes his way down your stomach and to your inner thighs, his long fingers hooking onto your panties and shoving them aside.

"God, Y/N. You have no idea how bad I've been wanting to fuck you." He says lowly before he lowers his mouth onto your wet pussy. He instantly swipes his tongue down your folds, sucking all the wetness that leaks out. You let out a breathy moan when the sensation hits you, sending chills and goosebumps down your body. He inserts two digits, biting his lip at the sound your pussy makes every time he curves upwards and picks up the pace.

"Ohhhhh my god." You moan as you slightly arch your back and palm your breasts, toying with your own nipples as he continues to finger you and suck on your clit like no tomorrow. "Mmmmmm, fuck!" You almost yell as one hand is gripping the sheets, trying your hardest to hold on for as long as you could, but this man was really about to make you cum right at this moment.

And so he does. He makes you cum so fucking hard your body needs to be held down from how bad you're trembling. All you want is more, and he knows you want more. He pulls you to the edge of the bed, ready to line himself up with your entrance but you take his cock in your hand and jerk him off for a bit. His cock is long, and the perfect thickness. His tip red and angry, pooling with pre-cum that your thumb is swirling around and playing with. Your free hand is grabbing his other hand and inserting the two digits he used to finger you into your mouth, sucking each digit slowly. He can't even fucking bear this sight right now, or else he'll probably blow his load right onto you. His eyes are rolling to the back of the head and all he can think about is fucking you so hard that the headboard almost breaks the wall.

He wanted you so fucking badly, and you were being the biggest, dirtiest tease.

You finally insert the tip into your entrance, gasping and smirking at how good it'll feel when he completely fills you up. He wastes no time pushing himself into you, completely bottoming out until he's thrusting into you harder than you imagined. Your body is moving upwards, titties shaking and bouncing from how hard he's going. One hand is gripping your thigh tightly as you wrap your legs around his torso, the other is around your neck.

"Jin! Fuck, you're gonna make me cum again." He groans, closing his eyes as he continues to thrust hard, going deep every time he pulls back, hitting your core with the sudden movement.

"You think my brother can make you feel this way?" He lets out breathily.

"N-no." You whine, tears streaming down your face at the overwhelming sensation.

"Seemed like you thought so earlier." He has this look in his eyes, the same look he had when he was hungry for you at the club. Except this time, it was ten fold more being he was in between your thighs, fucking you until he couldn't anymore. And honestly, this shit was boosting his ego because Jungkook had you wrapped around his finger all night and he hated it. Jungkook was a really good looking dude, who was good at a lot of things, and Jin couldn't help but feel a little competitive against his own sibling.

But here he was, getting you all to himself.

"N-no!" You beg. "Only you. Only you can make me feel this way. Please make me cum." He groans, his thumb now working circular motions onto your clit until you're letting your climax take over your entire body once again. You're so out of breath at this point, but Jin doesn't stop and instantly gets you on your fours. He swipes his hand down your pussy, making you suddenly jolt at the sensitivity. You feel his spit dribble down your folds, causing your breathing to hitch. It was obvious Jin was letting out this pent up sexual tension or whatever the hell it was, but you honestly couldn't care less. He could use you all he wanted, especially if he made you cum the way you did just these past two times.

At first, he was gripping your hips, holding onto you as he hammered into your pussy from the back. You started following his movements with his, making him pause just to feel you move along his cock. He gives your ass cheek a good smack, causing you to yelp at the heat pooling at the spot. He grips your ass, spreading it just enough to continue burying himself deeper into your core.

"Just like that." You moan. "Hohhhhhgod, just like that!" You're almost crying. He grabs a hold of your hair, tugging it back so that he can see your face.

"Let me see you play with yourself." He spits out. You reach down for your clit, your hands rubbing in circles as he continues to fuck you and tug on your hair. You let out a loud moan, the headboard really damn near about to create a dent into the wall. "Yeah, that's it. You're fucking naughty." He says in your ear. You feel yourself spiraling for the third time tonight, and this third time has you weak, causing you to collapse down onto the bed as he continues to thrust into you and fill you up with his seed, his hand pressing your face down against the bed ever so slightly.

"Ohhhhggfuck!" You groan, twitching at the last minute aftershocks running through your body.  The only sounds filling the room are you and Jin catching your breaths. He slowly slips out of you, grabbing a tissue on the nightstand to clean you up before cleaning himself up and throwing on his sweats and shirt.

"You okay?" He slightly chuckles, handing you one of his shirts to slip into. You weakly get into it, running your hands through your hair and fixing yourself up. Your panties and bra are still off to the side, along with the clothes you came in.

"You wanted to know why I was here, right?" He smiles, his cheeks tinted a rosy color.

"I'll get you some water, but is there anything else I can get you?" He asks, holding onto the door frame, fine as fuck doing the bare minimum. You shake your head and he disappears out of the room.

You can't believe this happened. So much for keeping distance. But did you regret it? Honestly -absolutely not.

Jin comes back with two glasses of water and sets yours on the nightstand next to you, which also has a picture of him and Grace. Ironic. He sits right next to you on the edge of the bed, watching as you yawn before sipping some water.

"Tired?"

"Yeah, it's been a really long night."

"Tell me about it, Miss 'I'm trying to keep my distance from you.'" You shake your head.

"Yeah yeah, keep it up. It's exactly what I want." You sarcastically joked.

"I'm kidding." He places a hand on your covered leg and gently gives it a squeeze. "For the record, I'm happy you swung by."

"I am too, but I should probably make my way home soon."

"What? No, stay. It's late. Plus, you're tired."

"A-are you sure? I-I mean, I don't wanna--" He shakes his head to cut you off.

"I honestly would really like you to. Besides, I don't know why you expected me to let you go back home this late." It was weird. You honestly thought he'd fuck you then send your ass home, but here you were, cuddling into his sheets and getting warm. But this was Jin - the same guy who didn't go home until you had a chance to spill out your feelings and made sure you were okay. The exhaustion hits you, being that it's 3-4am or something like that, you don't even care to know.

"Okay." Is all you say, sinking deeper into the sheets that smelled like lavender Downy detergent.

"I just need to clean up a few things, alright? Go to sleep. I'll be back in a minute." You quietly nod as you lie on your side, examining the photo on the nightstand. Fantastic job keeping up with your end of the deal, Y/N. Although your friends would probably make jokes about it at first, they'd be so disappointed beneath the surface.

You shake your head and turn the other way to erase your thoughts. You start to feel comfortable, enough to the point where you find yourself falling asleep pretty quickly.

Meanwhile, Jin is cleaning up his kitchen and living room before shutting off the lights and heading back upstairs. By the time he's back in the room and shutting off the bedroom lights, he sees you fully asleep. He smiles to himself and slips into the bed, careful to not wake you, but he's unsuccessful as he feels you stirring and getting closer to his body. Jin welcomes it, throwing his arm around you and allowing you to snuggle up onto his chest, gently running his fingers down your sides. Your skin felt like butter.

"Are you not sleeping yet?" You mumble into his chest.

"I'll sleep soon." He says softly, flipping through the channels on the TV in front of him.

"It's late, though."

"It's a Sunday morning. I'll be okay." He smiles at how cute you were being. "Go back to sleep, cutie."

"Hmph, suit yourself." You say, making him silently laugh to himself. Attitude still on na-na even half asleep. He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head and brings the covers up to make sure your entire body is covered completely.

This.

This felt right for him, no matter how fucking bad or wrong this all went down. No matter how he tried to look at it, or anybody else. He felt deeply for you after tonight and there was really no way of hiding it. Why shit came about this way, he won't ever truly understand, but he always looked at you as some sort of sign. Some kind of blessing in disguise. He knew what he wanted for himself. He had to do what was right for him, whatever that meant. He was the only one who could truly understand.

You shot up from the bed, grabbing your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing. You had just experienced the worst nightmare you had ever experienced, the only part of it you remembered was seeing Chance behind the wheel as soon as the truck came head on first.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Jin asks in a deep, sleepy voice, slightly raising his head and eyes barely open. You feel his hand against your back, gently caressing it.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Bad dream?" He's now yawning and sitting up against the headboard, his fingers still lightly caressing your hips.

"Yeah."

"Wanna talk about it?" You shook your head.

"I just saw Chance behind the wheel before the oncoming car came on head first."

"I'm sorry." He says softly as he pulls you in.

"It's no big deal."

"Wanna make sure you're okay, though." Is all he says. He doesn't press you for details, or anything along the matter and simply sits there in silence, caressing you and holding you close. He knew you and Chance had a strong relationship, just based off of the way you talked highly about him, and that it was taken away from you unexpectedly. He wouldn't expect you to be completely over it. He would never understand the pain or how it feels, but he could do his best to be here for you. "You know I'm here if you need me."

"I know. Thank you." He smiles.

"Would you like some breakfast?"

"Sure."

"I'll cook something." He places a small kiss on your temple before getting up to get this Sunday started. You took a couple of deep breaths, still a little shaken up from the dream you had. But, you brush it off and get up to meet Jin downstairs. You slip on your panties, still walking around in Jin's shirt, and pass by his walk-in closet only to see Grace's clothes against one wall. You suddenly start to feel weird, so you hurry on by and get downstairs before you could start falling into a rabbit hole about your feelings. Jin was already at the stove, whipping up some eggs and getting some waffles into the toaster. He looked good doing so, his shirt doing a damn good job of outlining his back muscles and broad shoulders. You honestly wouldn't mind another round of last night.

You sit on the stool in front of the kitchen island and fiddle with your bag to grab your phone. It was still pretty early, so it wasn't surprising to see no texts from either of the three. You were sure you were going to hear from Ryujin soon, and you were going to make sure you would be home by the time she called. Hopefully, at least. However, there was a text from an unknown number, and your heart slightly sank when you realized who it was.

[unknown number] 3:02am: had a lot of fun tonight. probably the best birthday yet. thanks cutie :) hope you got home safely.

Jungkook.

"Friends blowing up your phone?" He raises his eyebrow as he watches you stare at your phone. You slightly chuckle and tuck it aside, making a mental note to respond when you got home. Yup. This shit is messy already.

"Not exactly, thank God." You rest your chin on the palm of your hand. "Sorry about earlier, by the way."

"Sorry about having a bad dream? Y/N, don't worry about it."

"And thank you for letting me borrow your shirt and for cooking breakfast." Jin smiled as he began to plate your food. It was the little things that he appreciated, the little things like the way you said thank you for everything.

"Of course." He walks over to your side and puts the plate down in front of you. You raise yourself up a bit in order to kiss him on the lips, knowing you weren't gonna stop that kiss right away. "Your. food." He spits out in between kisses, making you laugh.

"Okay, okay." He chuckles as he sits next to you, digging into his own plate. The both of you start talking about plans for the day and week, with no mention of Grace even though you knew your alone time with Jin would come to an end. No discussion about what this was, or what you both intended for this to be, especially in the long run.

"Why don't you come and stay the night again?"

"I got some work to do." You pouted.

"Then bring it over."

"Bring it over and then what, get distracted by you all night?"

"Maybe." He smirked.

"Mmmm, we'll see." He pouts.

"Fine, I'll let you do your own thing." You chuckle.

"You're a baby."

"I just got you to myself." You shake your head and quietly poke at your food. Suddenly, you felt the need to ask the question. You were just dying to. Like.. what now? What happens when Grace comes back? Nothing? You didn't know what to expect, you should've known this couldn't be much with Grace being back soon.

"So." You poked at your eggs.

"Hm?" He continued to eat, his cute, bug eyes occasionally glancing at you.

"God, I really don't know how to ask this."

"Just ask, Y/N. It won't hurt." He gave you a small, reassuring toothless smile.

"So, what happens when Grace gets back?" He shrugged. Really? Just a shrug?

"Honestly, I don't know."

"Look, I know I can't ask for much right now but are we just going to continue living our own lives after all this? Are you just going to keep me here with Grace around too?"

"I know I can't promise anything but it's not my plan to keep both of you around like that. I'm going to talk to Grace because I just don't think this is working between us anymore."

"How are you so sure? What if Grace comes back and you realize how much you truly do love her?" You felt stupid for asking but you were also dying to know. Your thoughts were everywhere and right now, it felt like your mind was your biggest enemy. You really didn't know what to do, and part of you [majority of you, really] felt like this was completely and painfully temporary and that he was never going to leave her. He had no plans to. You were just filling this void.

You couldn't be mad at it though.

"Y/N, please don't worry about this, okay? I'll take care of it." You simply nodded, knowing you couldn't settle on this too quickly because you didn't even know what that meant. Maybe, this is what it was. Just this. You couldn't expect more. Besides, you still had Jungkook around. You didn't even know what you were trying to do with that either, cause he was fine as hell. A sweet soul too, with the way he handled you at the club, careful to not overstep boundaries and disrespect you in anyway.

Too bad you were too wrapped up in his stepbrother.

Obviously, these things were never easy.

"Okay." is all you say before you continue to finish up your food. Once finished, you do what you can to help clean up the dishes and the kitchen before changing back into your clothes so Jin can drop you at home.

On the way home, Jin has his hand on your thigh while you looked out the passenger's window. Last night replayed over and over in your head and you had to bite you bottom lip to prevent yourself from smiling too big.

"Oop." You say as you jump from the vibration of your phone. "Oh shoot."

"Everything okay?"

"It's just Ryujin, hang on." He nods silently. "Hello?"

"Girl, I'm hungover as fuck. Let's get coffee or walk around somewhere. I need fresh air."

"Sure, I'll be home in a minute, I can meet you up in the next hour or so."

"Where the hell did you go this early?"

"Run errands, workout." You lied. But did you really? You kind of did get a workout in early this morning.

"Run errands and workout after a late night at the club?" She snorted. "Okay. I guess we clearly handle the morning after way differently."

"Yeah, just wanted to avoid the crowd." You glance over at Jin, who's smiling and silently chuckling go himself.

"Mmmkay." She yawns. "Hey, did you ever get that guy's number? I forgot his name." You subtly roll your eyes because you know damn well she wasn't gonna try and make you say Jungkook's name right now. She was drunk as fuck and flirting with Jin's friends when you had given him your number. Of course she couldn't remember for the life of her.

"Yeah, he asked."

"What's his name though? It's bothering me, cause I feel like I knew it all night but now it's not coming to me."

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it does, especially if you're planning to continue seeing him and throwing your pussy at him." You deeply sigh.

"Jungkook." You take another glance at Jin, but this time his smile had slightly faded. "Look, I'm about to get home, okay? Just text me where to meet you."

"Alrighty, we're continuing this conversation though. See you soon." And with that, the call ended. It was silent for a minute and you were unsure if you should apologize, or bring up the whole thing about Jungkook.

"Ryujin doing okay?" He asks, giving you a small smile. You simply nod and look back out the window without saying anything else. Maybe you both just didn't know how to approach the Jungkook thing. You sure as hell didn't, not around Jin.

You finally get to your apartment building, with Jin sending you off with a quick peck on the lips. You take a long, hot shower before hopping into some warmer and more decent clothes for your walk with Ryujin. You also had just remembered to text Jungkook back now that you were alone.

[y/n] 9:47am: sorry, had such a long night and knocked out. but yes, got home safely. i'm glad you had a great birthday. :)

[jungkook] 9:53am: she's up! goodmorning beautiful. hope you're still down for our date.

[jungkook] 9:54am: (sends picture of him laying down in a hoodie and glasses which makes you smile to yourself cause he's cute as fuck)

[y/n] 9:56am: of course i am. just let me know time and place.

[jungkook] 9:58am: time? yes. place? no. i'll keep it a surprise. :-) is it okay if i call you later?

[y/n] 10:02am: sure!

[jungkook] 10:03am: k, i'll talk to you later then. gotta run errands and stop by my brother's spot really quickly. have a good day today!

Whew, just imagine if you had run into him at Jin's house. What would you do then? Lie and tell him you came over for some homework help? Bitch, please.

The heavenly being above was on your team right now, but you knew that wouldn't last long with all this sinning.

After getting a good, quick shower in, you hurriedly got into your car and drove off to your destination, making it just on time to catch Ryujin stepping out of her car. She already has coffee for you, so you both start walking around Lake Merritt, revisiting last night's festivities and the fun you both had. The cold air was still nipping at your skin, cause you to rub your hand on your neck to try and provide some warmth. Suddenly, Ryujin grips your wrist and furrows her eyebrows at your neck.

"Y/N, what is that?" She points. Then it suddenly hits you - the hickeys Seokjin left on your neck. "Are those hickeys?!" She gasped.

Well, fuck.

"Keep your voice down." You say as you zip your jacket all the way up.

"Did you and Jungkook fuck last night? Is that where you actually were? You didn't run errands or go to the gym early this morning, did you? You actually just ended up going back home from his spot early this morning?" She threw questions left and right, her eyes wide and very suggestive.

"No, no! I didn't go home with Jungkook."

"So, did you guys do shit in the club or something? I'm confused, but also impressed if that's the case cause it's bold. I didn't know you got down like that, but I kind of like it." She pinched your side.

"No." She raises an eyebrow.

"Then why the fuck do you have hickeys on your neck? Who else could you have—" She stops in her tracks, hand over her mouth as she slowly approaches you again. "Y/N, who gave you those hickeys?" You simply look at her, your eyes already giving off the answer. "D-did you hook up with Seokjin?" She pulls out his first name, knowing 'Mr.Kim' was not appropriate for this matter.

"Yes."

[cafedanslanuit]

Sure! I loved writing these, hope you like them <3 Also, here’s the Dabi + Shigaraki relationship headcanons SFW & NSFW

|| SFW ||

Keigo would want your relationship to stay hidden from the media and the Hero Public Safety Commission. They have access to almost everything he is, does and owns, so he rather keep them away from you. He wouldn’t want them interfering with something he really cares about.

Your relationship with him grew organically, there was no formal question asked. You had kept bumping into each other at random places, so after thinking you were very attractive, he asked for your number. You thought it was a joke because why would the Numer Two Hero actually give you his real number, but hey, that same night he texted you. Months after him stopping by your place to eat take out and chat about everything and nothing, he kissed you.

You did your best not to interpret his kiss as anything more than that but a couple of weeks of kissing later, he referred to you as “his girl” once he was teasing you through text and you just knew.

His favourite kind of dates is sitting on your living room floor and eating take-out (preferably something with chicken). You chat until it’s past midnight and then go to sleep or watch a movie until both of you do.

Keigo’s favourite sleeping position is him on top of you, resting his head between your neck and chest. He loves when you fall asleep caressing his wings. He also likes sleeping on his side, but his arm always ends up in a strange position when he tries to spoon you.

He loves making playlists. He has a playlist for almost every occasion. Once, you were sitting down on the floor after having dinner and he suddenly asked you to dance. You expected some silly music, probably the one you would hear at a nightclub, especially when he turned the lights off, the only light coming from the moon peeking through your open window. You were pleasantly surprised when he pressed play and took you in his arms, slow-dancing to probably the corniest but also most beautiful playlist you’ve ever heard. Your love for him only grew when, after a bunch of songs, you took his phone to pause it and realized Keigo named the playlist after you.

Has a habit of sending one of his red feathers flying through the sky until it reaches your always open living room window. It’s a reminder he’s thinking about you even if he’s not around and you always smile whenever you find one of those.

While on public he’s always smiling, agreeing to selfies and signing autographs, his social battery tends to drain out when he’s at your place. Sometimes he wants to be with you, but he doesn’t really want to talk. He’ll just watch TV on the couch or take a nap on your bed. You’re more than welcome to join him, though, but please don’t talk. He just needs to feel you there without the need of having to fill the silence with words.

It’s very important you understand both of his sides. It’s not that his Hawks persona is entirely fake, he really likes making cheeky comments and teasing you until your whole face is burning. But he also lives a very complicated life, not only as a hero but also because of the way he was raised, to serve the Hero Public Safety Commission and do what he’s told to do. Behind his TV smiles, there’s a kid who lost his childhood and one of the things he loves about you is that, with the small amount of information he’s managed to tell you so far, you’ve understood the depth of his character and learnt when to give him space and when to cuddle him with a big grin.

Keigo’s philosophy is always oriented to the greater good, so he has a problem with putting himself first. His choices will always go to which one will bring peace to the world in the most immediate manner. That’s one of his main issues when you two start dating. You’ve taught him that is okay to choose himself from time to time, but it’s difficult to change what he’s been taught at such a young age. This will lead to him missing dates or taking on missions he doesn’t really want to do just because the Hero Public Safety Council tells him to do so.

One of your favourite bird-like characteristics of him is the fact that Keigo likes to collect little items from each one of his favourite dates with you. He has a drawer filled with folded-up receipts, a couple of taps of soda bottles, the extra disposable chopsticks the restaurant had accidentally sent you the first night you ate together at your place, a pen from the hotel where you two had spent a night under fake names with the help of a wig and the tape you used to hide Hawks wings under a trenchcoat. You sometimes wonder if your missing earrings are there as well.

Your least favourite one is the fact he’s always up at ungodly hours of the morning, no matter which time he went to bed. He’s learnt to stay on the bed until you wake up, though. Sometimes, he will wake you up with a trail of kisses from your neck to your shoulder. Other times, he will find a more creative way...

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Yes, you guessed it. There have been times where you have woken up, feeling Keigo’s erection grazing the back of your thighs. When you do, you tend to turn around and kiss him, but sometimes you decide to play with him a little. You will play-pretend to be asleep, trying to cover your smile when Keigo, quickly catching on, jokingly laments you’re still asleep. “Aw, I wanted to play with my baby bird” he will say, softly playing with your nipples and leaving small kisses on your shoulder. “Too bad she’s still asleep. Maybe… there’s a way I can wake her up…” he says, as he slowly pushes himself inside your already wet core.

Keigo only has to modes: animalistic, rough sex or quiet, caring sex. There are times he’s going to take you on all fours, his fist grabbing your hair from behind and other times he will lay between your thighs, grunting against your neck, his hands settled on your waist as you circle his hips with your legs.

There are a lot of fun times, though. Sometimes you’re riding him while he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and one bad movement bends his cock. You both groan at the pain as you quickly remove yourself, but end up laughing so much it takes a while before you can resume your previous activity. He also never lets you forget the time you accidentally fell off the bed while he was taking you sideways and thrusted particularly hard.

One of his favourite things to do is sitting you on the kitchen counter, kneeling between your thighs and eating you out. He loves leaving you hanging, stopping just before you’re about to come and have you beg him to bring his mouth back on you.

Keigo also really likes overstimulating you. Once he lets you come, he’ll keep his mouth on your folds, wanting to see how many times he can make you come.

He’s all up for pleasing you. He really liked when you comfortable enough with him to tell him what kinks you wanted to try out. You set out a whole night for exploring. It started with spanking and somehow it ended up with you dropping hot wax on his chest. Even if most of the things you tried out didn’t stick, it was probably the most intimate night you two had, laughing when you discovered the wax had stained your sheets and him accidentally swallowing the Halls candy he had on his mouth while eating you out.

I can see Keigo being really into role-playing. He especially enjoys situations where he’s in control and you’re more than happy to give it go him. You haven’t experimented too much into this, but he definitely loves face-fucking you, seeing the tears running down your cheeks.

One day, you were coming out of the shower and felt really confident in how you looked. Knowing you had a date with Keigo that night, you snapped a nude photo of yourself kneeling with your legs wide open on your bed in front of the mirror. You grinned to yourself when you got a text back: “fuuuuuuck. you’re a whole course meal, baby. can’t wait for tonight”. Your giddiness stopped when that night, as you opened the door for him, you saw a bruise on his forehead. Concerned, you asked him about it, only to laugh loudly when he explained he had crashed into a lamppost when he opened your message.