#i swore i wouldnt watch

[teetering-dinosaur]

im literally sick to my stomach about lokius rn send help im not kidding

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

[puppyeared]

Atla live action 😐

[lizard-queen-izzy]

I have horrible news everypony. I watched the first episode of Supernatural last night. In the year of 2024.

And it wasn't as bad as I wanted it to be.

[corvidcall]

i wrote my post about haiku over a year ago and i still think a lot about how haiku. good. as a form of poetry, its so complex in a way that i think gets ignored constantly, so people think its dumb, and then they dont think that maybe they should look for depth in it.

anyway ive been using the ol' jstor 100 free articles a month to read a bunch of stuff about haiku. idk why, beyond the fact that i realized i could. and now i have even MORE stuff to say about haiku. but i already made my post!!!!! damn. guess i have to become a video essayist after all.

[audiodramatist]

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[obxsprincess]

luke teasing the reader and the reader calling him daddy jokingly and luke really… really liking it - 🪽

on a hike with all the younger campers n your tripping on every stick n literal air that sweeps under ur feet :( huffing n glaring all offended when luke laughs cus he offered to guide just so it wouldnt happen… n you swore it wouldnt, but you cant predict the future obviously duh?!? all “ya’ should really start watching your step,” getting a swat to his chest and ur bratty little scrunch, “mhpm whatever you say daddy,” n his dick jumps in his pants ! cus u’ve never used that before n you giggle

luke has sum major major daddy issues, so what if that translates to his underlying dominance when hes rutting into his pretty girl ajdhbsnjhs… knowing when ur all cockdrunk n whiny he can literally make you call him whatever he wants :(( I feel like the mommy kink and daddy kink goes hand in hand with luke hehe

[billsbabydoll]

“𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓂ℯ, 𝒸𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓂ℯ, 𝒾 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉ℴ 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓂ℯ.”

contains:SMUT<3

summary:after that totally hot session in the car, tom couldn’t wait to get me home after that, wasting no time to bend me over, and take me straight to edge.

WARNINGS:softdom!tom, sub reader, SLIGHT nipple play, pet-names, SLIGHT spanking, p in v (over the sink?), mirror-sex, quickie, ex-sex.

notes:i know guys know im so sorry this part two was wayyy over-due ive been having a rough time mentally so sorry for the massive delay.ALSO I RECOMMEND reading part one before reading this part for better context and if any of you who haven’t already, hopefully this doesnt disappoint lol!!!

part one:

oh the irony.

bet you all think its pretty predictable tom-fucking-kaulitz my ex who i swore i wouldnt ever fall for again and was ONLY giving me quick ride home.but after the hottest session in his cadillac, he was currently bending me right over my bathroom sink flipping my skirt over my ass, and pulling up my top revealing my hardened buds, who was i to resist him of taking a step into my sultry seduction?

oh i knew after that he couldnt wait to dive back into my love potion after he cumming all over my bj lips in the back seat of his sweet ride.

“gonna fuck you so good babe..”he cooed looking at me in the mirror ahead as his pants pooled down at his feet, his belt clacking as it hit the ground, his boxers effortlessly slipping down enough for his length to bounce out of the restricting material.

tom then looked back down to my arched back, taking the chance to slap my ass watching in awe of my cheeks rippling in slow-motion, before pulling my black thong to side to open my drenched arousal.

“c-cmon babyy..gimme what I want.”i softly whimper, my gummy walls aching to feel any kind of relief from the tension bubbling deep inside my core.

“so needy f’me hm?i knew youd miss this fucking cock..gonna take all of it like you used to yeah schatzi(sweetheart)?”

“uh-huh just give me what i want, fuck me like you used to tom..”

with that he chuckled, cockily shaking his head side to side, then taking his length into his right hand beginning to insert his cock inside my pussy, my jaw immediately dropping as i feel him filling me up inch by inch.

he leans forward a bit creating a better angle, his large hands then snaking their way up to my chest, cupping my tits as he begins to slowly slip his girth deliciously in and out of cunt.

as we all know this man just knows how to make any woman on this planet feel good with his impeccable techniques.

tom being usual tom obviously didnt even give me single second to adjust to his thick cock before proceeding to pound his cock into my pussy, his mushroom tip already kissing my cervix.

“fuck fuck fuck!”i moan repeatedly, my teeth painfully biting down on my swollen lips.

“you feel even b-better then i remember gorgeous, such a f-fucking tight pussy!”he praises back to me, the tips of his fingers rubbing mouth-watering circles on my perky nipples, his eyes burning into my mine in the reflection.

god i missed this feeling, im not gonna sit here and say i missed him or anything stupid like that but one thing i DEFINITELY missed was his cock and how he used it.he knew exactly what i liked, how i wanted it, and how to give it to me.

his pace was hitting all the right places in my grippy insides, the bathroom air was now hot and musky, the sounds of our sweaty skin slapping and our pornographic moans echoed off the bathroom walls, i was sure to get a few dirty looks from my neighbors the next day.

“ugh ugh!m’soo close baby!”i manage to croak out in-between the strings of swears falling from my mouth as his cock pounds deeper and deeper into my walls, i can practically feel him in my stomach.

“oh you wanna cum?!”

“komm schon, p-prinzessin! spritze auf diesen verdammten schwanz (come on, princess cum on this fucking cock!)”he encouraged his hands moving away from my tits now squeezing on my hips, pushing his cock further in.

“mmhm im gonna cum!”

my juices start spraying onto his length coating his cock with my sweet essence, my eyes immediately rolling into the back of my brain, my lips quivering into a pout at the yummy knot finally untangling in my core.

“ughh!thats it baby, holy shit!”he groans fucking his member into my cunt for a few final thrusts, finally shooting his seed into what i should really call his pussy, his strong ramming coming to a sudden stop as his face plops down into my frizzy hair.

as i felt him slowly lifting his weight off of me he began to whisper-

“to think i just wanted to give you a quick ride home, here we are mama.”

“oh you know you wanted it just as bad as me tom, otherwise you would have just drove past me.”

“got that right baby.”

THE END.

[j1mmys-darl1ng]

.ೃ࿐scarring and scaring.ೃ࿐

Pairing : tate langdon x reader

Warnings : mentions of sh, blood, use of y/n, probably mischarecterisation

A/n : im so sorry for not making a new fic, life has been really kicking my ass right now and literally the worst thing i thought could happen happened. Ill try and write a few more fics before October (im not participating in kinktober).

You were dragging the small, pointy metalic object along your arm, adding more pressure each time before you let out a small yelp. Shit. Tate is definitely gonna give you a scolding when he finds you like this.

You wash off the blood, watching the water turn red and then transparent again. You had ran out of bandages the last time this happened so you just pull the sleves of your hoodie down.

"hey, y/n, everything ok in there?" you hear Tates voice through the door. You knew he wasnt an idiot and would definitely know somethings up. He always does.

"uh... Yea.. Im fine" your voice wavers slightly towards the end, seeing the blood bleed through your sleeve. Holy shit. Mabye you went deeper than you thought.

"ok well im not leaving till you open this door, im not an idiot. I know whats going on in there"

You feel a pang of guilt in your gut, knowing you promised him that you would stop. But this time was the first in a while. You can just predict the 'you were doing so well' thats going to come out of his mouth.

You know he wont leave until he sees how much damage youve done. Its not really like he has anything better to do due to being bound to the house and all that crap.

"the door isnt locked.." you tell him, feeling too ashamed to open the door yourself.

He opens the door.

You see his eyes go down to your sleves.

"pull em' up" he tells you. Its not a question, its a command.

As you hesitantly pull your sleves up, the blood smears up with it, creating a bloody mess up your arm. Your eyes begin to spike with tears, your lip begining to tremble and your breathing getting shakier.

"c'mere, let me clean this since i know you wont" his voice is softer now, his disappointment clear but he knows better than to yell at you when your in a glass state. Both fragile and he can see through your words.

He begins to rinse the cuts, using a cloth to wipe the blood away. His cheek rests against your shoulder as he does this.

"you promised me. You swore that you wouldnt do it again, y/n."

".. i know.."

"do you?"

After rinsing out the wounds to the best he could, he pats your arms down with a towel, also adding a bit of pressure to stop the bleeding. Despite the cuts not being fatal, the more pressure you were adding with the tool was making it worse.

After a few minutes, he removes the towel, bandaging your arms with a secret stash he had hidden from you. It was tight but not too tight it would cut off your circulation.

He presses a few small kisses onto the bandages, his thumb rubbing over them gently. It was a sweet moment. One that never usually occurs.

It felt nice.

A/n : shout out to the swaggy discord server im in and shout out to lily for watching sleepover last night with me over a discord call

Thanks for reading! <3

[prettyboyrxpist]

My little brother Zee wanted to hang with me and my friends cuz were hot and smoke weed and he's a fucking cum hungry faggot.

He genuinely thought I didn't know what he really wanted when he said that he just liked Alessi because no one else he knew liked Mad K, or when he swore he was just staring because he thought Devonte's scars were really cool, but the runt knows by now that Genjutsu of that level doesnt work on me.

Of course I'm sex positive, I'm a slut and I love to nurture more sluts, if he wanted to get his pussy stretched pounded and filled up, if he wanted to fuck my friends, choke on cocks and piss himself in carnal ecstasy, I'm in his corner all the way.

But No One Is Sinking Into My Little Brother's Pussy Before I Do.

So I let him think hes pulled one over on me. I invited him to come camp with us, were gonna roll blunts, drop acid, barbecue and set off fireworks.

All that and the chance to get split open by one of my friends? What self respecting little brother slut could refuse?

And he didn't. Its probably the most impactful decision he's ever made.

Because when we got to camp and fell under the qualia of our intoxicants and cover of starlight and got high enough to see rythmic mandalas dancing in the shadows of our fire and he started touching Alessi's thighs I had no choice but do what i did and it irrevocably changed the direction of our relationship.

I grabbed him by his waist and picked him up and away from Alessi. Alessi's face fell from a grin to an expressionless combination of shock and curiosity. He knew what was about to happen, I'd told the both of them beforehand.

But i dont think they believed I'd really do it.

I carried him over to the tent, playfully shaming his desperation.

"You don't get embarassed, throwing yourself guys you barely know?"

"Of course you dont. Youre a testosterone pumped desperate little cuntboy faggot. All you care about is getting a fat cock in you."

"You want to bounce on dick so fucking bad dont you dirty fucking hole?"

Zee whined like a puppy when he could manage any sound at all in response.

"l'll be honest i thought you'd fold for Devonte before Alessi, but you're such a cum thirsty whore I bet you'd even fuck them both at once."

"Lucky you, youre gonna get them both."

"But first, youre gonna get something soooo much better."

I placed him on his back on the floor of the tent, he didnt let go of me.

Devonte and Alessi stayed close and watched us from just outside the tent, I wish theyd come in but i get it. They probably wanted to keep some distance from the monster who got his little brother tripping balls so he could rape him into a devoted pet cum slut.

I started peeling off Zee's clothes and watched his face twist into sick combination of shame and rapt anticipation. He was blushing redder than a strawberry and he would later confess to me that in that moment he was more afraid that I wouldnt go through with it than anything else (isnt my little brother the best?)

Once his soft pink glistening little cunt was out I was acutely reminded of the fact that I was an animal. And might as well have ripped my clothes from my body. His eyes were fixed on my cock like he'd never seen one before (turns out he hadn't, not irl anyway)

He was already soaking wet, I'd thank Alessi for rizzing him up but all four of us know he was so wet because he was boiling with the uncontrollable ecstasy of knowing he was about to get fucked by his big brother's fat throbbing cock.

I hooked my arms under his knees and pulled them spread nice and wide, the scent of his cum starved little cunny will be burned into my memory for all my time. I couldnt helo myself, I lined us up and forced the tip of my cock into him. Then more of me. Then more, and more until the tip of me was nestled neatly against his cervix, like he was made for me. Probably Because he was, what else are little siblings for?

He looked to be having a rougher time.

Digging his nails into my arms, gasping and opening his sweet little doe eyes so fucking wide and desperate. Pleading with me not to stop. He looked like he was about to cry, but in a good way.

Not that i'd have stopped if it was in a bad way.

1/?

[numberonetastemakerwhispers]

Lustful Desires

Miguel O'hara series...

Pairing: !pornstarmiguel x !smallcampaignreader

TW: NSFW BELOW CUT ✂️

Miguel o'hara. Known for his work and videos online through his years of working as a pornstar. Hes only posted little to few videos, but the outcome of them all were beautiful.

You had found him after scrolling through some videos on your browser, the title reading 'Lust and Fuck'. You pressed it reluctantly, expecting something boring than what the title was. Instead you were greeted with a muscular tanned man. Your eyes following how his muscles flexed, the way his lips curled up as he smirked. Shit he was hot.

And god you swore you almost came at the sight unraveling. (You did) The end where he was grunting loudly as his hips moved sloppily to where he finally came.

Your hands seemingly moving on their own as they dipped down to your panties, rubbing slow circles on your clit, making you shudder. (rewatching the video, hehe)

You watched the rest of his videos, cumming almost twice as much as you usually have in months. All being breath taking and exhausting as your hand cramped from chasing your high each time.

You were also a pornstar, but not on his level. You usually did solo videos, wearing pretty lacy lingerie, indulging yourself with your sways and swoons as you unraveled yourself for the camera. Maybe even fucking yourself silly with whatever toys you had, having you moaning like a slutty bitch. Your neighbors probably have heard.

Although you did solo, you did take some requests on considering to work with others, maybe those who also did solo, or more experience but god you weren't expecting the email you were just about to get sent...

----

Few hours go by as you were getting settled in your bed, getting ready to knock out when your phone suddenly buzzed. You thought it was from one of your managers, maybe even a notifiction from one of those thristy men on your porn site. You were oh, so wrong, looking at your phone as you gasped. Your eyes scanning the name from whom the email was from before opening it. Miguel O'hara.

You thought you must have been dreaming? The one and only? It couldn't have been! But you read the message over and over and that you almost peed your pants! (or maybe you did. jk)

The message was mind blowing to you, but still it was unexpected.

' Subject: Request ...

Hello preciosa, Ive seen your works and I must say you are a sight for sore eyes...

I was wondering if you would love to work with me in one of my own?

-

Miguel O'Hara.

You squealed as your fingers starting typing faster than your brain could process, having to delete then reform your words as you typed back.

'Subject: yes please!

Ive seen your works as well! I'm quite a fan

... and i would love to work with you. We'll work things out with our managers yea?

-

Y/N.

You sounded almost too excited. Desperate even. But who wouldnt be? When a well known pornstar like Miguel who blessed with a body of a goddess? You thought you had been blessed by the gods, or cursed even. Since you couldn't sleep a wink after that email.

-

6:00 AM

Your alarm had went off on your phone. Grumbling and groggy from your restless sleep as you turned it off, wiping your eyes and the puddle of drool that had been growing from your slumber, as you checked your phone. Another email!

You tapped it as you read it over, your body feeling fully awake now at the message.

Subject: Plan

'Alo, carino you sound excited.. tomorrow at 2 pm at ******.'

-

Miguel O'Hara.

It was short. It spoke truth. it was TOMORROW?! You had thought that a meeting would take a few days even a week but it was happening tomorrow! You felt your cheeks flood with redness as your buried you face in your hands.

What was the theme going to be? Did you have to bring your own clothes of choice? Was the fact meeting him face to face might actually give you a heart attack? Would he even like how you look in person? Would it give him a heart attack?!

Gosh you decided to calm yourself down, seeing how overwhelmed you were getting over a email. You took a deep breath and started typing a reply back.

'Subject: Plan

Im a little excited.. more nervous tho. Ill be there tomorrow!'

-

Y/N.

You sighed as you hoped the day would go by slowly, letting the time for you to consume your inner thoughts and the need to be settled down. You got up and went on with your day. (with the thought of miguel lingering)

-

It was almost 10 as you settled in your comforters after a nice long shower, finishing and editing a draft of yourself up to your site as you yawned exhaustly, ready to knock out. The thought of meeting up with him roamed your mind, making you jitter with anticipation and anxiousness. You pushed those thoughts aside, ready to get back to them when you wake up.

-

You groaned. you couldn't even sleep at all. Only finally falling asleep around 4 in the morning, scrolling through pages and posts to help you fall asleep faster, to no surprise it brought you hell.

It was 10 AM, your meet up was in 4 hours, but you'd be heading there an hour early since the place was pretty far from where you lived.

You called your manager, making sure everything was still in order (it was) as you were up and getting ready. It was scary really, as you did your best to find what would be most appropriate to wear and what wouldn't be.

You decided for a skim black skirt, white sweater with a pink vest over it. Your hair blow, starting your makeup after showering and doing your daily skincare.

You had lipgloss and mascara, a little blush from here to there and that signature mole on your right cheek. You made sure you looked decent as you did last minute sprints of perfume before you trampled out your apartment.

Rushing down your apartment stairs, as you hopped into your Toyota that you had bought off an auction for half the price, starting it up as you finally hit the road, ready for the day to unravel.

You made it, but 30 minutes late. Blaming the traffic that went on your hour early drive over. Always traffic...

You had found yourself talking with your manager along the way, him scolding you back and forth about being late, as you just huffed but apologized. You were lead into a room with lights and cameras scattered around the room, an area in the middle where it must have been where you were going to perform the scene with Miguel. It was all mind blowing, even more when you laid your eyes on him.

He was way more attractive in person, his smile flooding the room. The way his shoulders flexed with every movement, the way he slicked his hair back to not let any piece fall on his forehead. He was a man who would be seen as a piece from a museum you thought to yourself.

You had caught yourself staring that sent you straight back to reality. He was looking straight back at you, with a smirk that was seen clear for days. It had your cheeks flushed and your manager still fussing on how you weren't paying attention to his lecture.

It didn't matter after you and miguel had walked up to eachother greeting eachother and eachothers managers. You smiled sheepishly as he smiled back as well.

"Alo preciosa.." He said, his voice sounded rough and smooth a hint of a grunt being heard.

"Hey.." you said your voice almost a squeak from how shy you were. You earned a chuckled from him as he took your hand in his as he gave it a firm squeeze, placing a kiss on the back of your palm.

"No need to be shy carino, since we're working with eachother today." He reassured, which made not only your heart flutter but your other heart beat with need. (oopsies)

You nodded as you chuckled to yourself, looking up into his coffee brown eyes, his fangs poking out as he smirked at you.

"Okay ill try... but don't be disappointed when I do." You said softly as your managers starting discussing on the scene and prepping the platforms, choice of clothing and need of materials.

It was all so new to you, to be working in an actual studio, and it was a big bump to your campaign seeing as you were only just a small creator. Although you knew this would be a huge raise for not only you, but your campaign as well.

When you were pulled to the dressing room you had seen scatters of different clothing presented before you, making you awe and oh at such selection.

Although it all seemed appropriate for the scene you had to display with Miguel. The scene of which 2 lovers coming out of an argument, which turned to hot angry sex.

Something new to you and a jump to what you expected. Thought of maybe slow sensational romance, him coming home as you both held onto one another but instead happened to be this..

--

After roaming through your selection of clothing, you decided to go for a simple 'at home' look. Silk shorts that clung onto your thighs nicely, and a matching silk tanktop (sleep wear). You finished by getting prepped and sprayed down after having your makeover, mascara and eye liner, lip gloss and instead of your signature mark they decided for you not to wear it.

You made your way out the changing room as your eyes caught onto the tall burly man who wore a black t-shirt that strained against his chest, making it hard for your gaze to be pulled away. He wore grey sweats, clinging onto his musclar thighs just right, showing the plump of his ass which had you blushing like a fool.

He saw you, maybe even you staring at him in such a way, as he made his way over.

"mi nína... estás preciosa..." (my girl...your beautiful...) He murmured, his gaze traveling down the outfit you wore just for the show, for him specifically. You smiled softly as you didn't understand his spanish, which made it awkward but fun.

"What are you saying?" You giggled, looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours, the feeling of staring into his seemingly felt like you were being lured in.

"nothing to worry about." He smirked as he took your hand in his, his own making yours looked drawf compared to him. You felt jittery and vulnerable, letting him drag you along as you both got on set. You take a deep breath, feeling rather tense. Miguel seemed to noticed as his hand rubbed slow circles on the small of your back.

"shh..No te pongas nervioso, te tengo amor." (dont be nervous, i got you love.) He reassured looking down at you with comfort and ease in his eyes, your body seemed more at ease as you smiled up at him.

Although you didn't know what he was saying but you knew it probably meant something sweet.

--

"SCENE STARTS IN 3..." The manager yelled from the back, you being in the kitchen as he just got back home from the pub, really to you it seemed like a toxic plot, but with miguel he seemed so sweet and reassuring, that you didn't seem to care for the plot.

"2..1 ACTION!" Your manager yelled as cameras were turned on, lights making sure they luminated the right places, as miguel walked into the door of your home.

"Hola hermosa, ¿qué estás haciendo?" (hey beautiful, what are you doing?") He asked, his arms raveling around your waist, pulling you close as you nudged him aside.

Although you didn't know what he was saying, reading your scripts and having to scan it a million times put ideas in what it might be.

"Don't hey beautiful me." You mumbled, nudging him away as you avoided looking up at him. His eyes were analyzing your reaction and movements.

He scoffed as he shook his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he tried to approach you once more.

"Hey.. whats the matter with you?" He said, his accent weighing heavy on his words. His eyes demanded to look at yours, as he grasped your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

You furrowed your brows, huffing as you were forced to stare into such dangerous eyes, ones that made you dizzy and undone if stared into too long.

"Let go of me, you reek of alcohol." You said, slapping his hand away as you walked it off. But not without him swooping you against the wall, his gaze was sharp, a low growl heard from him.

"¿Con quién crees que estás hablando? You know better.." (who are you talking to like that?) He said in a firm tone, his face getting closer to yours, the feeling on his breath fanning against your lips.

Your lips quivered, his thumb brushing over them as his gaze dropped to your lips.

"cariño, dime, ¿por qué estás molesta?" (baby, tell me why your upset?) He sighed, letting his grip falter as he pulled you close, hands grazing down your body as he squeezed at the plump of your ass, making you squeak.

You'd almost forgotten that this was all for show, all for a video to publish, as you got lost in the thought of acting appropriately.

"Your always out, i..didn't have the best day today, thinking if I-"

"Took your anger out on me would help?" He finished your sentence, as you nodded sheepishly.

He chuckled as he pulled you closer, pinning you against the wall as he pressed a kiss on your temple, another to your cheek before whispering against your ear.

"Meaning it would help by getting me all riled up till we ended up hate fucking?.." He chuckled as he lowered his head, pressing kisses on your neck, making you moan out as you nodded.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Words hermoso , use your words." He hushed against your neck, biting at the nape softly, leaving a mark as he licked it afterwards, soothing the sting.

"yes.. yes i did.. bu-"

"but what? wanted me to lose my patience with you? wanted me to fuck you mercilessly? till you cant breath, till you cant think straight?" he clicked his tongue again, making you gulp back the guilt.

"Qué desastre para mí, cariño, un pequeño desastre, a slutty whore for me yea?" (such a mess for me baby, a pretty little mess) He chuckled, making your face go red as he picked you up, pressing his lips against yours as you both savored each other. His hands holding you firmly against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist for support as you felt his bulge against your stomach.

You gulped at the size, it felt huge. Girthy even. He noticed by your face, whispering something against your ear, quiet enough for the cameras not to hear.

"Gonna ruin you sweetheart." He whispered. He pressed a kiss on your temple before wrapping his lips around yours, letting his tongue explore. His hands worked on your body, groping the flesh of your hips, traveling up to squeeze and tease at your breast, making your back want to arch off the cold walls.

His weight pinned against you, making no effort of escape possible as you moaned out his name, trying to hide your face into the nape of his neck before one of the managers yelled.

"DONT HIDE YOUR FACE." Your manager yelled leaving you pouting as you brought your face back up. Miguel's eyes gazing into yours as he smirked, before running his hands under your tanktop, flicking and pinching at your breast as you whined against him. The feeling of his hips trying to find relief only adding on to your pleasure.

He peppered you with kisses, biting and sucking marks all over your chest mumbling 'mine' and 'who do you belong to hermoso?' here to there, not that you noticed, already being lost in the feeling of him slow burning your need for him.

He stopped, making you whine as he smirked momentarily.

"Got to fuck you properly." He growled, as he brought you back into his arms, carrying you to the bedroom, as he threw you down onto the bed. Your body plopping into the soft mattress before his weight towered over you.

"shh.. quiet don't want to wake the neighors." He teased, before going back to kissing you until his lips left yours, as they traveled down your body, biting and sucking at at soft flesh. His hands soothed the sting that brought from the bites, the pain only making it better.

He finally slid down your shorts, revealing the heat growing between your legs as he groaned at the sight.

"joder..toda mojada y bonita para mi ... all for me." (fuck... all wet and pretty for me) he growled as he dove right into your wet heat, lapping at the nub of nerves making you quiver, your thighs tightening against his head. His large burly hands wrapping around your thighs, pulling them apart as he started fucking you with his tongue, making you moan like you haven't before.

"M-miguel plea-"

"Shut up.. you wanted me to fuck you right? Fuck you the way I wanted? Then let me do it properly you greedy slut." You whined. His words degrading you making you nod obediently. He then slowly teased the entrance of your cunt, before shoving them right in, curling them right right.

You gasped as he started thrusting them into you roughly, curling his fingers at that one spot that made you come undone. You felt like you saw stars with how far your eyes rolled back.

You panted heavily, you were close. The feeling of him sucking at your clit with his fingers stretching you out was all too much. He must have sensed it, pulling his fingers out your needy cunt, licking one long line against your puffy clit. He pressed an open mouthed kiss against your clit before sitting up.

"Taste so good precioso" He groaned before unbuckling his belt, your eyes wavering over as he patted the spot infront of him, making you get up, crawling over to him.

He pulled his cock out, groaning as he pumped it a few times before instructing you to open your mouth, his tip leaking with precum. He had to be atleast 8 or 9 inches, girth making it seem abnormal from how large it was.

The cameras came closer to the scene as they made sure to catch your face, not missing a single shot of it as he slapped his cock against your tongue, throwing his head back with ease. His hands bunching up your hair into his fist before pushing your head down, not letting you breathe from how far he pushed his cock into your throat. You gagged and drooled, his hips fucking his way into your throat as he cursed at how tight it was.

"Fuck.. baby relax your throat f'me.." He groaned. As you did your best, allowing him to use you as if you were some type of sexy toy, his sex toy. He rutted himself into your throat, loving the way tears trickled down your face, mascara running down your teary eyes as your flushed cheeks brought a primal part of him out.

He pulled out as you gasped for air, his hands manhandling you effortlessly, throwing you onto your stomach as he pushed your back down, your ass up on display for him as he slapped it, leaving a light sting and a imprint of his hand.

"Qué hermosa... eres jodidamente hermosa." (your beauitful, fucking beauitful) He awed at how his hands left beauitful marks on your flesh, before soothing it over with his hand, before placing his hands on your hips, as he alligned himself.

"W-wait miguel let me-"

Before you could even speak he already slammed his hips against yours, shoving all 9 inches of himself into your tight wrath as he let out a breathless curse. Your eyes rolling so far back into your head you couldn't even remember if cameras were still filming or not. Nonetheless if you were even on stage or at home experiencing this.

"What were you saying? Can't hear with you

cryinf and moaning bonito.. All pretty and displayed for my cock." He grinned as he started thrusting into you, slamming into you faster but with long rough deep strokes that hit against your cervix, making you go numb.

Cameras came close, ones filming the way he was fucking you recklessly while other on your fucked out expression. Your makeup all ruined, tears prickling down your eyes at how overwhelmingly good you felt. You moaned like a bitch in heat, the way he groped at your breast, pinching the sore parts of them making you whine and cry out in pleasure as he fucked you mad.

His low grunts and groan, the breathless curses he let out as he slapped your ass, making it all red and achey before you finally felt your climax building, throwing yourself back against him as he growled at the feeling, slapping your ass roughly, pulling mewls and gasps out of you.

"Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock baby?" He cooed, slapping your ass over and over till it was a deep shade of red. His groans growing more desperate as his hips slammed into you sloppily, showing how close he was.

"Cum with me.. cum with me mi precioso" he panted, leaning down to press soft kisses along your spine, as he slammed into you once more, shooting his ropes of cum inside you, fucking it back into you to keep you nice and full. You rode your high, his hips grinding into you slowly helping you out tremendously. As you fell against the bed limp, exhausted and fucked out as he chuckled, pulling out slowly as his cum drooled out your hole, the camera making sure to catch the sight.

He leaned over, pressing kisses on your temple, over your cheeks, and the nape of your neck all the way down your back.

"You alright mi amor?" He asked softly, his voice the sound of gravel and softness as all you did was nod numbly, trying to present a smile.

-

The scene was done and you both got cleaned up, refreshed and back into your normal clothes. You whined at how sore your cunt felt, maybe he did go a little too rough, not that you cared atleast. You had marks littered all over you, from bitemarks, to hickeys, scattered everywhere making you huff at the sight.

You finally met with eachothers managers, both seeing eachother once more before he brought his hand to hold yours, pressing a kiss to the back on your hand.

"Pleasure working with you hermoso..." He grinned, standing back up at his full height.

"Pleasures all mine, I hope the video came out as you liked." You smiled up at him, the feeling of pride filling your senses.

"Might be my favorite tape..." He chuckled, seeing the way it made you all flustered.

"Here.. before we part ways." He pulled out a piece of paper, placing it in your vest pocket as he gave you a playful wink before waving goodbye, which made you confused, excited, and sad.

As he left you pulled the note out of your vest, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your veins as you read.

'mi amor ... here is my number .

(***) *** ****, for when you want to talk or work once more. don't be shy to call mi amor.'

Miguel .

Your heart felt as if it pounced out your chest, the feeling of getting his number was all you needed to be able to expect further things in the future. But for what you knew, you were definitely going to leave a little message in his inbox.

* End *

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(This is my first publish of thought! Sorry if theres any miss spells or grammer issues-- scanned through it so many times and still struggling.

Hope you enjoy!)

[bridgyrose]

Nuts and Dolts Week Day 2: Married Life

Ruby gripped the side of the sink, arms shaking as her heart pounded in her chest. Each breath felt like her chest was burning as she swore she could feel claws digging into her. She swore she saw Cinder’s face in the mirror, her fingers shaking as she tried to compose herself, only to feel Penny wrap her arms around her. 

“Morning,” Penny said quietly. “You are up early.” 

“I-I couldnt sleep,” Ruby said as she leaned back into Penny, her heart slowing as she took a few deep breaths. “How did you deal with it?”

“Deal with what?” 

“Knowing that you died.” 

“I was eased through it. My memories slowly brought back until I could handle knowing what happened to me.” 

Ruby sighed and nodded as she finally calmed. “And how long was that?” 

Penny shrugged. “A few months.” 

“Right…” 

“Its okay if you are not over it yet.” 

“But I should be! Its been two years since I died and came back-” 

“And you are human. Dying takes a toll on people and you are supposed to rest.” 

“I… I cant.” Ruby took another breath and pulled Penny into a hug. “I cant rest. I need to be out there helping people, I need to be fighting grimm and…” Her words trailed off as she squeezed Penny and held back a few tears. “I… I want… I want to be out there to keep our life safe.” 

“No matter what, our life will be safe,” Penny said with a smile. “We got married knowing our life would not get easier after everything we have been through. But I want to be there for you no matter what, at your side to help you through anything you go through. And then once you are healed, we can go on missions again.” 

Ruby nodded and pressed her face into Penny’s shoulder, still trying to hide the tears that started to fall down her cheeks. The pain that radiated from her chest wasnt easy to ignore, and yet, while being held by Penny, it almost felt like the pain had melted away. The woman she loved, her wife, her shining star that seemed to always light her path. 

She finally pulled away from Penny and looked up at her with a smile. “And you’re sure you’ll always be there?” 

“Always. I will make breakfast while you finish getting ready for the day. Our garden will not tend to itself.” 

Ruby nodded and watched Penny walk off, her smile fading once Penny was out of sight. She walked to the closet to start getting herself dressed, taking her time so she wouldnt strain herself. “I dont think I’ll ever get used to the quiet life,” she said quietly to herself as she put her cloak on. “But I have to get back out there.” 

[kumezyzo]

could I get more fwb sapnap, but this time brothers best friend version? I’m literally obsessed with this man rn oml😭😭

it took me so long to think of any ideas for this so its very very short. but i havent posted in a bit so this should be enough 😤😤😤 (jk i know it kinda isnt) i also got this ask right after i was like 'oh im taking a bit of a break'😭

so, the brother!george one is more fluff than dreams. thats it.

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

dream

its hard for you and sap to sneak around without your brother knowing. it was almost as if it wasnt worth it. but you would completely forget when he's kissing you and his hands are all over you.

everytime you two end up in either of your rooms, you're worried about dream finding out.

"i really dont think we should be doing this," you whisper as he is sucking hickies into your collarbone. he squeezes your waist and scoffs lightly, his breath tickling your skin.

"you just need to be quiet, baby," he tells you, moving down to kiss your chest once before planting a kiss on your lips.

"as if you're not loud."

but its hard to keep quiet sometimes. especially when he's hitting so deep inside you and speaking to you so lewdly.

george

when sapnap would visit you in london with george, they would stay with you. late at night, he would sneak into your room to see you quietly waiting for him.

you two had to keep quiet or else you brother would wake up. but it was worth it, especially after you two only got to see eachother once in a blue moon. and thats why you two cuddled afterwards, catching up as if you didnt sext/text and call almost everyday. but you both swore there were no feeling involved.

"you should move to florida," he suggested, moving the hair away from your neck. "it would be easier for us to do this, i mean."

you look up from his chest and think to yourself for a moment, "i dont know how i feel about living in america."

he scoffs, "but im there. your brother's there. it wouldnt be too terrible."

you hum, "i dunno...maybe."

i finished watching The Queens Gambit yesterday and i love Harry Mellings acting so much. AND he did so fucking good in The Pale Blue Eye 😫😫😫 i love good actors so mf much -nony

[emmastarr999]

So I was thinking about the "I'm a demon. I lied" line. Because it's easy to remember the "just an angel/demon that goes alone with heaven/hell as much as he can" parallel, but there's another line that gets repeated twice in the minisode, right?

And the thing that got me thinking is, the first time, well, it wasnt true. When they meet Job's children and Crowley goes "Im here to destrroooyy you all" (10/10 delievery would watch again) and Aziraphale is all "but you said you wouldnt kill them!" and Crowley delievers the first "I'm a demon, I lied" line.... he doesnt kill the kids. He hasnt been lying.

So later on, when Aziraphale confronts him about the lonely line, and Crowley admits to having lied about not being lonely... What if that, too, wasnt exactly a lie?

One thing that didnt sit right for me, with all this talk about lying, is that season 1 Crowley made a point of never having lied to Aziraphale. I cannot exacly remember the line but it was something like "when have I ever lied to you?" and Aziraphale went all "well you are a demon it's in the job description" and Crowley brushed it off with a "well im not lying" and they kept on talking about the hellhound. But Crowley is not a liar: on the contrary, season 1 heavily played with the subversion trope of the angel that lied (I dont know where the antichrist is, Crowley, I dont even like you, Crowley) and the demon who was honest, direct, even trusting.

I get that this wasnt to be taken so literally, and things can have different levels of meaning, but the focus that they put on the lying part is intentional, so that took me back to the original point: what if Crowley, in the Job minisode, hadnt been lying at all?

The thing is, when he almost killed the kids, at first he wanted Aziraphale to believe him. He wanted for Aziraphale to take him seriously as a demon, to frighten him a bit, and he wanted to prove him wrong, to some extent. See, you dont really know me. See, Im not the angel you mentioned before. But at the end of the day, it was a mask. Crowley hadnt lied.

So what about the lonely part? Aziraphale thought he was going to hell, and Crowley swore to not tell anyone. Some could argue it was the first time Crowley actually saved him. Ans then they kept talking.

Now, picture this: you are a demon, who is different from all the other demons, and pretty soon you decided to create your own side, so to speak. You meet this gorgeous angel who gave away his sword and is kind to you and you think that maybe, you know, maybe. Then you meet him again before the flood and you think that you must have been wrong, that he is actually just like the rest of them, because how could he stand there and watch God kill all those people? All those kids? So you truly are alone. But then. But then. Then you see him again and he talk about saving Job's kids, he wants you to go against God's plan, and he eats something that you offer him, and you talk, and you think yes, this one, this one.

That night, when he tells Aziraphale that he is "just a demon that goes along with hell as much as he can", and Aziraphale asks him if he is lonely, Crowley doesnt really have to lie.

And then, on thar bench, in the most absurdly beautiful scene ever conceived, Aziraphale is so distressed when Crowley tells him that he is "an angel who goes along with heaven as much as he can" (basically saying that they are on their own side for the first time but its fine I dont have any strong feeling on this topic or anything).

But Aziraphale looks so sad.

And its clear that its far too early for any of those talks, that Aziraphale is still brainwashed and they have spoken for a total of maybe 4 times in a millennia, so Crowley retreats. And he goes back to the lonely line.

But when he said that he wasnt lonely, he wasnt lying. He has never lied to Aziraphale, back from the beginning.

So that's it, tell me what you think about it! I may be getting it wrong but its been buggering me for a while, and I'd love to hear your opinion on this!

[serxinns]

Hello! :3 so I have yandere platonic another sibling request so how about Izuku having a older sister who is protective I mean protective of him and would always glare at anyone who is mean to him and plus she is a platonic yandere, so when she learn about students who make fun of him in junior school let’s just say those students got put in the hospital for bad burns, and Izuku’s older sister would be friendly to class 1-a and kinda friendly to bakugou because she almost burned him after she hear that he was bullying Izuku, also here’s a scenario so her and Izuku and he accidentally talked about the training island arc and how there was no teachers on the island and when she heard that she went to nezu office and started screaming at him and almost burned his office if it wasn’t for class 1-a holding her back, so if you want to add any another reader oc maybe Izuku’s cousin?

Ok!

You were always protective of Izuku, ever since you found out Izuku was quirkless you swore that you would protect him no matter what, whenever bakugo tried to mess up and tease Izuku about not being quirkless you would call off his bluff and you ended up turning and into a yelling match between the two of you, if it wasn't for izuku excusing "kaccha's" words saying he was just teasing him the two of you would've been in the hospital

Izuku admired his older sibling ever since then he thought that you were all might 2.0! He would glare at any student who dared to talk to his sibling or drag you away making excuses saying he needed help with some of his homework or wanted to show off his new all might figure as the years grew izuku grew more attached to you way too attached to the point where you can't even be alone with him but you brushed it off as it was your job as the older sibling to protect plus you even admired how he was protecting his younger cousin Izumi!

But ever since he suddenly got this Powerful quirk and went to Ua your stress levels and protective levels went to the chain, giving you a heart attack every time a new scar was on his or Izumi's body, your mom crying finding out about The USJ incident and the and endless hospital trips was giving you a gray hair you even begged for your mother to just pull him and Izumi put of UA already 😭

You just wanted your little brother and cousin to be safe why can't they realized it yet!?

One day when you izuku and Izumi were talking to One another izuku accidentally mentioned the camp and you went BALLISTIC pressuring both of them to tell what happened Izumi spat out everything every single detail while Izuku was sweating bullets from seeking your frown turned into a deadly glare

Nezu was busy doing some school paperwork it was 5 pm he was happily drinking his tea and humming to some sweet classical music until he heard a bang and some yelling "Y/N SAN PLEASE!!" "NO WHAT WERE THEY THINKING THOSE BASTARDS" He heard him turn down his music a bit to listen to Cleary of what the commotion was about not even a 1 min later he saw a raging h/c you fire coming out of your mouth and with what seems to be ripped tape around their body like someone was trying to restraint them and izuku and Izumi and other of his classmates trying to hold you down

"Y/N MIDORIYA THIS IS NOT A APPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR AS CLASS REP I ORDER YOU TO STOP THIS AT ONCE" Iida yelled while grabbing into one of your arms while Kirishima held the other "Wow Izuku I didn't know your sibling was that strong" Kirishima said as he tried to pinned the other arm "Y/N PLEASE THEY ALREADY HANDLED IT I SWEAR IM FIN-" "BULLSHIT THIS WOULDNT HAD HAPPEN IF THIEE TEACHERS DIDNT DO THEIR FUCKING JOB" you said shaking and squirming around trying to get iida and kirishima off you so you can kill the rat

While all this is happening next looks so done just sipping his tea with a "😐" face and signs "4th destroying office incident this week" he thought as he sipped his tea once again and decided it was enough watching this tomfoolery "Right everyone let's y/n go I'll have a private chat with them" everyone including izuku and Izumi hesitated but let go praying you wouldn't kill the principal

After the whole conversation, you both agreed that the staff and teachers would be extra careful with you and make sure to watch out for Izuku and Izumi more (especially Izuku) in the condition that you get a week of house arrest cause you interfere with his quiet time and ruined almost half of his paperwork lol

[cupoftaae]

Hate To Love You (PJM Drabble )

Summary- you and your ex husband, Yoongi, reunited at one of your mutual friends party. You haven’t spoken to him in years in resentment for his behavior towards you and assumed he despised you just as much, only to find out it’s actually the opposite, despite you being ready to move on when someone unexpectedly shows up….your best friend.

warnings- well its basically a friend hookup thing, minor smut (oral female receiving) (no penetration) sexual tension, swearing, alcohol, mentions of divorce and cheating, angst, sadness

rating- 18+

It was a stupid argument, really

You never guessed it would spark the conversation that would months later be the result of your divorce with Yoongi.

"you are just always at work, and I understand-"

"you cant get upset with me for working, y/n, who the hell would pay for all the bills?" he scoffed, sitting at the desk in his recording studio.

taken back, you decided to defend yourself against your husbands sudden coldness.

"I work too, thank you very much"

"you work two days a week in an office"

"so?" you stood, beginning to grow annoyed "I still make money and pay for half the shit we own"

He laughed, seemingly amused at your efforts, "you dont have the pressure to make said money, y/n, and plus, our jobs, our lives arent...."

"arent what? yoongi?"

He sighed, "dont you have higher aspirations for yourself? rather than working twice a week?" he looked over, quick to defend his statement before you flipped out,

"I know you work, y/n, but you cant compare our schedules....I hope you see what im trying to say?"

Scoffing, you paced around, you felt insulted. You didnt have the pressures of being a musician, sure, however you still had to take on the pressures of being a woman, wife, the maid, the chef, the doggy daycare worker, the therapist, etc etc because the list can go on for hours

You sensed the conversation took a turn in a direction you had not been aiming for, your objective was to kindly seek more time off with your husband considering your 4 year anniversary was coming up, and he took it and did a 360.

It didnt get better, either, because this exact conversation would end up becoming the topic every time you argued, and in a short amount of time it quickly got heated.

"Yeah, you are probably off somewhere between her legs, because wouldnt you fucking love that yoongi??" you threw your water bottle at him as he stood at the doorway of your bedroom, he watched you intensely

"I told you, I had to stay late tonight, I fucking texted!" he defended

"you are telling me you were in that fucking office until 3am? okay..."

He brushed his hair back in disbelief, "yes, if you dont believe me, text hoseok"

"Let me see your phone then" you spoke up after a few moments

"what?" he scoffed

"phone, let me see it"

".....y/n, you dont trust me?" he seemed genuinely upset at this, putting his guard down

"no, I dont"

"that girl who works as an intern has never even spoken to me, you think im off having sex with her??" he snapped

You shrugged, keeping your arms crossed, "I dont really know what to think anymore yoongi, you keep disappointing me, we keep disappointing each other, it seems."

He glared at you, trying to read your face, you were serious. "well then what are we doing this for?"

You bit the inside of your cheek and shrugged again, shaking your head and looking down, "I dont know."

and thats exactly how one week later, you showed up at his job with the divorce papers, slamming them on his desk silently.

And thats what leads us here tonight, at Namjoons house party exactly a year and a half later.

The divorce was never finalized, never made legal, he put it off until you threw your hands up and moved out, and if anyone asked- you were a divorced woman, no long a Min.

You swore you would never trust him again, never him creep back into your life in the same way he always tried. you were done, over him, even.

But God, did it strike the deepest nerve in your system when you saw him sitting on the couch, his arm draped around some other girls waist while he chatted with friends.

You watched, leaning against some crowded doorway with a half drunk cup of liquor in your hand.

"bored?"

you looked to your left to see your friend Jimin pop up next to you, almost scaring you.

"jesus, jimin" you sighed, turning your body away from yoongi to look at the boy in front of you.

"seems like you are not having fun, we can change that" he smiles and holds up another expensive bottle of alcohol, making you groan.

"rather not have a hangover tomorrow" you frowned and looked back at yoongi, Jimin noticed.

"hey, whos that hes with?" he asked, following your gaze to the crowded couch in the other room.

"no idea..." you exhale, turning back to jimin with a sad look.

"oh my god" he froze

"what?"

"dont tell me"

you tilted your head in confusion "tell you what?"

He began to smile, laughing almost "you are jealoussss"

You scoffed, nudging his shoulder "no-im not. we arent married anymore I dont give a shit what he does"

"seems like you do, though" he smirked

your face fell into your hands before shoving him teasingly, something that caught yoongi's eyes as he gazed across the room at your back facing him. You were talking to another guy.

"I know you guys arent even divorced legally" he whispered

"what? yes we are!"

"yoongi spilled the beans...no you arent"

You frowned, crossing your arms. "that motherfucker."

"he was drunk and was going on a whole tangent about how he refused to sign the papers and what not...tried to like, push it back as much as he could"

You shook your head "when was this?"

"like a week ago, when I mentioned you would be at the party"

"Jimin we havent even talked in over a year....pretty sure he blocked me, why the hell would he care?"

He shrugged and looked back at the couch, surprised to see Yoongi looking already at the two of you.

"I dont know...but something tells me he cares a lot more than you think"

"dont be cryptic and ominous" you rolled your eyes, "what do you know that I dont? what did he tell you? be honest" you pleaded

"listen" he half smiled, "all im saying is that you two had known eachother for 8 years before getting married, then you were together for 4 more years, I dont think that kind of connection suddenly falters you know?"

"no-I dont know, I know nothing at all"

"ok well you are impossible to talk to, also- you suck at taking hints" jimin teased before turning to walk away, "oh, and by the way, hes been staring at you for the past few minutes"

You froze and turned your body slowly, jumping when you realized Yoongi had gotten up from his distant seat, and was now right behind you.

"holy fuck" you gasped, putting a hand over your heart.

He didnt say anything, his casual blank emotion plastered over his face as his hands fell into his pockets. "hi" he mumbled

"hello?" you scoffed, "you scared the shit out of me to say 'hi'?"

he slightly smiled, "yes"

you glared at him before walking past, directing yourself to the kitchen, he followed behind, unable to help his gaze trail from your back, down to your ass-the dress you chose to wear tonight definitely suited your figure.

"why are you following me? are you lost?" you sarcastically mumbled, turning away to grab some of the crackers that were next to the snack trays, softly nibbling onto them.

"what were you and jimin talking about?"

"oh please" you laughed, turning to see him, "this is why you are talking to me? for the first time in a year? to discuss jimin?"

he nods.

"hes in the other room, heard he is single, your hair is nice-you might have a chance" you joked coldly, wishing you could run away right now.

he released an airy laugh, leaning against the counter as he waited for the random person in the room to leave before speaking, "You look nice"

You raised an eyebrow, "...thanks...you do too i guess?"

"im just complimenting you, didnt have any mal intent behind it" he gazed at you "its not like we are strangers, you know"

"i know" you mumbled, continuing to eat the dry ass crackers.

He sighed and looked around the kitchen, grabbing a drink for himself.

"dont you have some girl to entertain, why are you sitting in here with me?"

He laughed, "you have not changed at all"

"whats that mean?" you asked defensively

"i mean, we havent spoken in so long and you still only care about if other girls are getting into my pants" he smirked, taking a sip of his drink.

son of a bitch.

"I dont care! also-dont need to know!" you pressed your lips together tightly.

He sat silently, watching you

"stop staring at me, freak" you sighed, knowing you could just walk away but somehow didnt choose to.

"you know your mouth is gonna get dry from all those crackers" he spoke calmly.

"i can handle my own, thank you" you spoke, putting down the stack of crackers in your hand.

He smirked and walked over, tipping your chin up to press his cup of alcohol to your lips, giving you a sip, "there you go"

You stared wide eyed at him before taking a step back, wiping your mouth. "what do you think youre doing?" you bit

“Socializing. It’s a party, no?” He raised a brow, pulling back a little

“Go socialize somewhere else, you’re in my personal bubble” you fixed your hair and tried to calm your breathing before once more pushing past him, walking into the other room.

He snickered and took another shot before catching one of his friends and striking up a conversation.

“How’d it go?” Jimin suddenly popped up next to you, scaring you again.

“You need a fucking bell”

“Sorry” he giggled, standing next to you against the wall.

“Literally nothing happened, he is still the same snappy person he’s always been” you spoke, eyes trailing over across the room to see yoongi speaking with his friends. The purple lighting of the party reflected onto his long black hair and pale skin, no one could deny his beauty, especially when he smiled.

Jimin noticed, a softer smile peaking up onto his lips, “do you want me to go speak to him for you?”

You immediately shook your head, crossing your arms as you tried to change your glances at someone else, eyes shooting onto Nayeon who was 2 seconds away from making out with jungkook.

“Get a room” you whisper

Jimin laughed, “rather quick to the point”

“Jimin shut up” you whined, “I wasn’t talking about you! I was talking about-“

“Wait” he perked

“What??”

Jimin giggled mischievously and looked back at yoongi before looking back at you, “just be honest, you still have feelings for him, huh?”

“No!”

He raised his eyebrows

“Jimin-“

“Admit it! It’s okay!”

You sigh and cover your face, “jimin….of course I do….I just can’t stand who he is now. I fell in love with the old him, before everything came crashing down…I have to remember that’s not him anymore”

He smiled gently, rubbing your shoulder “he has changed”

“No he hasn’t, and it took less than 5 minutes of banter to figure that out”

“Y/n, he still….” He stopped himself from talking, realizing it might not be his place to say.

“What? He still what?” You inquired

“Nothing…”

“Jimin.”

“He may or may not have feelings im not sure I can’t remember”

Your eyes widened before relaxing “yeah no, he was flirting with other girls like a few minutes ago”

“Mmm….maybe he was trying to get you jealous”

You rolled your eyes at his words

“I saw we give payback”

“What….?”

He smirked, “cmon, pretend to be up all on me or something, he’s looking, he will get jealous”

You laughed, “I don’t think he will believe the fact that I’m interested in you”

He pretended to be offended

“Hey, you’re cute but we are friends and have been since diapers, I don’t see us like-“

“God you complicate everything, just…follow me” Jimin sighed, taking your hand and throwing yoongi a quick glance before leading you up the stairway behind you.

You followed along, trying to see what Yoongi’s reaction was as you crawled upstairs, he seemed annoyed, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

Jimin led us into a room and shut the door, a smile on his face as he searched for the light switch.

“It’s dark” you whispered, “we didn’t actually have to hide in the room you know, we could have just sat in the hallway until he came up for me”

“Whatever, if we are playing the part we do it right” he mumbled, still scanning the wall with his hands trying to find the switch. “I can’t find it”

“Whatever” you huffed, sitting behind the door and tucking your knees to your chest. You don’t know who’s room your in, the only light noticeable is the moons reflection peaking in from the windows.

“You ok?” He whispered, finding a spot next to you.

“I don’t know” you shrugged, “I just….wish I never showed up to this party, and I wish you never told me yoongi still has feelings for me”

He felt suddenly guilty, “I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, I think …despite me still having ‘feelings’ for him, I just need to be away from yoongi. I fell in love with him years ago, he was so different and family oriented….he has changed so much and I can’t submit myself to that just because it’s him, and I’m attached”

He nodded, taking your hand “I understand”

You tried to even your breaths in fear of crying, “he treated me badly, and I did the same to him, we don’t work together and I refuse to try again just because he thinks it’ll be good for us”

“That’s reasonable, y/n, you can make your own decisions, im sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable situation”

“It’s not your fault Jimin, if you weren’t here I wouldn’t have even come to this dumb party anyways” you slightly smile

“Hey, I’m always here for you” he raised his hand in a fist bump, where you happily reciprocated.

“Thank you, I’m here for you too Jimin”

He hummed softly “do you wanna go back downstairs?”

You thought for a moment, “not really….I might head home soon anyways, you can go back though”

He shook his head “nah, I’ll chill with you until you decide to go”

“Really? You don’t have to, I know you have many possible girls and boys downstairs for you to entertain” you giggled

“Eh…”

“You’re like the number one flirt, don’t tell me there’s no one at this party that has hookup potential”

He sat for a moment, looking down at his knees as he quickly tried to wipe the smile off his face “mm…nope”

“I doubt that” you snicker

He shrugged, an eyebrow raised as he kicked his feet out straight in front of him, arms in his lap.

“I don’t know if I would hook up with anyone here, yoongis friends are okay looking but the idea of doing it with anyone associated with him just grosses me out”

You both giggled as he nodded “nah that’s reasonable, I almost hooked up with one of his studio friends and then I found out he literally had a girlfriend”

“What!??” You looked at him despite the dark room making it difficult to see his face

He nodded shamelessly “yup” he popped his mouth at the “p”

“It probably would have been bad sex anyway” he couldn’t help but laugh at himself

“I mean yeah, not to talk shit but yoongi and I usually didn’t have the best chemistry with shit like that, must be the studio guy genre” you joked

“Really?? He looks like walking sex, you’re telling me it sucked?” Jimin questioned

“It didn’t suck necessarily but….I don’t know I don’t wanna talk behind his back”

“No no no tell me” Jimin giggled “because a few months before you got “divorced” he was preaching about how good he was to you in the bedroom”

“He was discussing me in front of all his male friends?….”

“Nothing graphic, that’s all he said is that he knew how to satisfy a girl” he shrugged in defense

You rolled your eyes “yeah….sure yoongi.”

Jimin laughed

“He…god this is embarrassing…I wouldn’t even finish most times, and I had to fake it”

“No way” he seemed genuinely shocked

“Yeah, maybe I faked it a little too good, striked his ego up and shit” you giggled, hiding your face.

“So you’ve never had an orgasm?”

“Oh I’ve had a few, but like it was always 50/50, I never knew if it was gonna be a good time or not you know”

He nodded, taking in the information as you spoke.

“But whatever..” you sighed, leaning your head against the door. “We should probably head downstairs”

He sighed, looking at you as you began to stand to your feet, he stood too. “We don’t have too”

“Well what else is there to do?” You giggle “we can’t sit in the room forever, it’s pretty late too”

He looked at you as best he could

“I could give you an orgasm” He calmly spoke like it was no big deal

Your eyes shot wide open, “w-what??”

He shrugged, silently

“What did you say?” Your voice was startled

“ I said I could give you an orgasm, if you want one”

“Um….Jimin you are my friend” you whispered

“I know, I just feel bad after hearing about the yoongi thing, and I want to make it up for you”

You tried to not freak out at the fact your best friend calmly asked if he could make you cum.

You bit your lip, “uh…”

“We don’t have to do anything” he gently waved his hand “it’s just a sudden horny suggestion”

You softly giggled, looking at your feet.

“Wouldn’t it be kinda, I don’t know, odd?”

“Not really I guess, I mean I always thought you were hot”

You blushed, feeling suddenly overwhelmingly shy.

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

You bit your lip nervously.

It would be a lie to say you’ve never thought about Jimin like this, which is why it’s such a shock that it was randomly happening in some random persons bedroom at Namjoons party.

“Yes” you breathed out

Jimin smiled “then…the offer stands” he begins to walk towards the door before you gently hold his arm and stop him.

“Jimin”

He looked back, a soft expression as he waited for you to finish speaking.

“Make me forget” you whispered after a few silent moments, your faces close together as he began to smile slightly.

“Are you sure?” His voice was low and quiet

You nod slowly

“We don’t have to, you seemed unsu-”

“I’m sure” you began, “I’m just kinda in shock that it’s actually happening”

He giggled “you’re cute…come here” he gently held your hips in his hands, your heart racing faster than it ever has as he pushed you softly against the door.

Jimin finger raised to his mouth, “quiet, mm?”

You nod, already feeling breathless before his lips suddenly crash into yours, taking any air out of your lungs.

Your hands flew to his hair, pressing him against you as much as possible. “Mm” he moaned against your lips, the vibrations sending straight to your core.

He didn’t fail to notice your red, blushed face even in such a dark room. “You okay” he quietly panted, pulling back a little

“I-I’m okay, that was nice”

“Good” he laughed, returning his lips to yours for a quick peck before trailing down your jaw and neck, so slowly that you felt you were going to explode.

He had you trapped against the door and his body, Jimins warmth only stimulating you more.

“This okay..?” He whispered, pulling his lips away from your cleavage as he fell to his knees, arms softly trailing your sides.

“Yes jimin, it’s okay”

“You trust me?”

“Mm” you nod, feeling his fingers at the hem of your dress, thighs tingling. “I trust you”

With that- jimin gently folded up the bottom half of your dress, exposing your laced red underwear, he felt prideful in seeing the slight wet mark that had dampened them. He went against mentioning it in fear of embarrassing you, rather instead keeping the image in his head that he was able to do such thing to you.

“I can take these off? They are so pretty” he whispered, looking back up at you

“Yeah you can….” You bit your bottom lip, trembling slightly

His fingers delicately hooked into the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling them down while making sure you were still okay with his actions.

“Tell me to stop and I will, okay baby?”

The pet name had you almost moaning, you found the strength to nod, “o-okay”

“God….so perfect” you mumbled to himself once he caught a glance of your dripping core, he’s never seen anything like it.

Jimin took a breath after tossing your underwear to the side, his hands climbing up your thighs as he encouraged you to part them for him, his two fingers gently exploring your folds, pressing against your clit, making you gasp.

“Oh-” you pressed your lips together and leaned your head back against the door behind you, knowing that there are possible people on the other side who might hear.

He was in amazement at how wet you were, the soft squelch sound was the only audible noise in the entire room, making your cheeks red.

You tried to thrust your hips a little to silently plea for what you wanted, his eyes raised up to you

“Use your voice, tell me what you need”

“Jimin….” You whispered, his fingers still slowly rubbing your bud. “Your m- ah…your mouth please”

You wanted to fall into the floor as you heard how needy your voice had become for your friend, but one look at his shit eating grin and suddenly you reminded yourself he was enjoying this just as much as you.

“Okay baby, remember, be quiet yeah?”

You nod and close your eyes, preparing for what was to come.

The moment you felt jimins plump lips reach your core, your arched your back away from the door, moaning softly “oh shit, jimin” a hand reached down to rest atop his head.

“Mm taste so good” his voice was pressed against you, the vibration only stimulating you more. “Here baby” he pulled away a little, helping you lift a leg and throw it over his shoulder so you hadn’t lost your balance while standing.

His tongue resumed to your clit, sucking and swiping through the wet folds, savoring the flavor that was you

“Oh…fuck jimin!!” You whined, throwing a hand over your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut, “it’s so good”

Jimin brought up the hand that wasn’t holding your leg, tracing it up your thigh before pressing a finger into you, the wetness making it easy for him to slide in.

He groaned, “oh shit”

Your mouth had fallen into a small o shape, the pressure of his one finger turned into two, and before you knew it, he was curling them upwards and around, searching for your g-spot

“J-jimin!” Your hand clutched his hair, he only smirked before returning his lips to your swollen clit, sucking vigorously as if it was his sole mission in life to make you cum all over him.

You suddenly moaned out loud, mentally cursing yourself for the volume, he knew in that moment that his skilled fingers had found your frontal wall perfectly, he continued to press into that spot quickly as the wet sound between your legs got louder and messier, tongue lapping at it all.

“Jimin im gonna cum, oh god, oh god” you whispered, squirming your hips a little so you were quite practically riding his face.

He silently encouraged you, the hand holding your leg up began to softly rub into your skin, giving your permission to let go.

“Fuck!!” Your vision suddenly turned white with one last thrust against your g-spot, you tried to balance yourself before you felt jimin help you keep still, “shit” your voice was shaky as the orgasm ripped through your body aggressively, his fingers swiping between you to gather your slick, licking them off in front of you.

“How was that?” He panted, pulling your dress down as he stood

He gave you a moment to catch your breath, “that was….so….oh my god”

He laughed, reaching down to pick up your underwear “I’ll take it was nice?”

“Absolutely”

“Good” he smirked, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Here” he whispered, giving you back your undergarments.

“No no” you smiled, taking them and putting it into his pant pocket

“Oh?” He raised a cocky brow, “does this mean I qualify for a second round?”

You smirked “do you have plans this weekend?”

“I can clear them” he spoke quickly, making you laugh

“Ok…let’s go before people get suspicious” you whisper, trying to quickly make yourself presentable as if he didn’t just suck the life out from between your legs.

He nodded and helped you fix your dress more before opening the door, both of your eyes following over to yoongi who stood on the other side of the hall, watching you.

“Oh fuck”