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jkslipppiercing · 8 months

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Never Been A Friend | Part 1 | Jeon Jk

♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion, desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?

♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.

♧ warnings: y/n is too drunk to form a sentence, jungkook loves cursing, jungkook is jealous out of his mind, kinda enemies but not really, jungkook calls y/n a brat that he cant stand, someone calls y/n a slut, and that's all i can remember 😙

♧ WC: 1.6K

♧ a/n: hello loves! wrote this in one sitting and it's barely edited, but the intention is there lmao i love you all so much please enjoy! dont hesitate to tell me what you think <3 im like the no.1 supporter for constructive criticism lol okay thank you byeeeee

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JK's POV

She whines,

Throws tantrums,

Acts like a goddamn brat for the sake of being annoying,

And I still want her lips around my cock.

Why?

That goes beyond the fucking level of my emotional understanding.

I want her wrapped around my finger. I want her to get on her fucking knees and apologize for all the turbulent feelings she makes me suffer by.

She ruined my night.

I was fucking.

Blowing a girl's back just to lay off some steam. Get the stress of the college life off my shoulders.

But then, she just had to cock-block me.

My best friend’s sister.

Speaking of the twat, he dared to interrupt my one night stand for the sake of his bratty sister.

Usually, I love brats.

My type.

They make sex enjoyable. All the more pleasurable when they try to resist.

Keyword: try.

Because I know for a damn straight fact when a girl wants to be disciplined.

Fucked right and put in her place.

Reminds me of her. Y/L/N Y/N.

Except for one thing, though- she makes my fucking insides churn in all uncomfortable ways.

She doesn’t have a bratty attitude, the bitch has a bratty personality.

Yes, she is indeed a bitch. I can't stand a girl who's always annoying just because she feels like it. She'd never had a valid reason to hate me, and neither did I.

When I first met her, I mean.

She was laughing with her brother having breakfast one time when I came out of my room for painkillers and a glass of water.

Her brother and I were both freshmen in need of a dorm, and we agreed on splitting the rent once in a frat party.

Yes... we were both strangers to each other, but we clicked.

Met through mutuals, and our vibes matched. After living with each other for over six months now, we've grown pretty close.

He's cool, agreed on basic rules like who does the laundry or dishes, helped with assignments, and was always there when needed.

He's a friend. A close one.

A tolerable one.

That can't be said about a certain someone, though.

She scowled at me that day and later told me she didn't like my vibe when I confronted her about it.

Bullshit.

And yet, she's the reason I left a naked girl in my bed and came to this godforsaken club in the first place.

Her brother is here, too, which is why he called me to come pick her up. Said something about her being drunk, and since he had taken a shot or two as well, he couldn't take her home himself.

Or he just didn't want to, because he was also getting laid tonight.

That's proven to be right when I see him making out with a girl near the bathrooms.

His hands grope her all over as she arches into him, which is enough to make me look away.

Sly motherfucker.

Casting my vision toward the main dance floor, I scan the crowd for a short brunette with soft features.

Annoyingly soft features.

So soft that I want to corrupt her. Tear the bratty exterior and dig through the filthy dark side on the inside.

But those features aren't the only things that infuriate the hell out of me.

It's her innocence.

How can a brat be innocent, you may ask?

When my gaze lands on her, my jaw tenses in annoyance.

She sways her hips sensually, eyes closed and mouth open as she slides her hands down her body to a seductive beat following her movements.

I follow the action, eyes unable to tear away from her figure.

Her fingers skim over her neck down to her breasts and then further, the lightness she seems to be handling her body with attending to a grace she always breathed by.

Fuck, I hate this woman.

Hate everything about her.

How she moves.

How she walks.

How she fucking talks.

Runs her mouth like a brat who needs to be handled.

No- not like- is.

She is a brat.

A brat who's oblivious to all the eyes she's attracting.

Including mine.

Fuck.

Her dancing resumes as her eyes stay closed, feeling every beat.

She's enjoying herself.

Not for long.

I school my expression- which had turned into a scowl the moment I set my eyes on her- and begin my stride towards her.

I spot a man doing the same, but she's absolutely mind-numb as she continues to dance with her damn eyes closed.

I was irritated, but now I'm literally fed up.

He's a couple inches shorter than me, wearing a white tee and skinny ripped jeans.

Not to mention, his hair is slicked back by a disgusting amount of hair gel.

Ew.

He approaches Y/N with predatory eyes and a shit eating grin, his gaze set straight on her perky ass.

Which is just barely covered by the tight little dress she's wearing, inching higher and higher up her thighs as we speak.

My steps quicken when I see him reach out, apparently intending to slap her ass.

My blood boils.

White noise drowns out all available access to the outside world as I break out into a jog and reach her just in time.

My hand swiftly slides onto her tiny waist, and I glare at the man whose shit-eating grin is now gone, replaced with confusion.

Y/N's eyes stay closed as she giggles, and it's now I notice how drunk she is.

Bright crimson tints her cheeks and her breath smells of strong tequila, obviously from having taken too many shots.

Isn't she here with friends?

How could they leave her alone like this?

Her brother's here. Her brother is here.

My breath turns heavy, my heartbeat quickening. I have to stop myself from punching the douchebag in front of me into fucking oblivion because I don't know if i'll ever stop once I start.

Fuck.

I try to focus on anything besides her frame that's barely hanging onto me, all the exhaustion from her dancing catching up to her as she fights to keep her eyes open.

Why the fuck is she here all alone? Why did they- whoever she's here with, except her brother- leave her here like this?

Like she's not even aware of where she is.

Like she's not sober enough to be responsible.

Like she's not fucking strong enough to defend herself if anything happened to her.

I might punch a wall.

My grip tightens around her waist, which makes her drowsily lift her head to stare up at me.

She's still shorter than me with heels on, enough to put her neck in an uncomfortable position whenever she looks up at me.

It's adorable.

But that's none of my concerns as the slimy fuck keeps undressing her with his eyes. Makes me want to claw them out with my bare hands.

Repress.

"Wha..." She starts, growing more and more confused as she tries to wrap her head around where the hell she is. "Jungkook? What are you..."

She trails off into a mindfuck, allowing me to set my full focus on the man still staring between us with wariness.

My gaze hasn't worn off him since I saw him fucking reach for her ass, which makes me want to bash his head against the wall.

My breathing turns heavy again.

Repress.

"Off-limits." I bite out with enough to control to shock myself. I'm even more surprised that this motherfucker is still breathing.

His eyes thin into slits as he eyes me suspiciously. "I haven't seen you here the last couple of hours. Thought her sexy ass came alone." His eyes skim over her body, gaze lingering longer than necessary on her breasts.

Guess someone's leaving with no limbs tonight.

"You thought wrong." It takes almost all the last bits of my control to reply with that before I start turning around to leave, Y/N almost falling asleep on my arm.

She clutches the hem of my shirt with a weak grip, like a toddler would its mom.

If I couldn't get here in time, what would've happened?

I catch myself before I overthink it. If I did, I'm afraid I might commit a crime tonight. One of shameless blood and murder-

Repress.

My back is turned to him when I hear a low whistle, which makes me pause, angry enough for my limbs to shake with adrenaline.

"You know, It's often rare for a slut with such a sweet ass to be out here all alone wearing that. Almost like she's begging for a cock-"

The words are barely out of his mouth before my fist connects with his face. The force of my blow got him on the floor, nose fucked and bleeding. Might be broken.

Good. Bare minimum.

I almost straddle him and punch him to his fucking fortunate death.

Almost.

But I have to get Y/N home.

I can't stand this anymore.

I can't stand her anymore.

Coming here alone? Dressed like that?

I mean yes, she did come here with her idiot brother who thinks with his dick, but he's nowhere to be found.

How can someone be so nonchalant to just leave his sister here all alone?

I'm so goddamn confused.

And infuriated.

And...angry.

Fucking fuck.

I need to get her the fuck out of here before i lose my fucking mind.

Fuck me.

The punch I just delivered did little to satiate my thirst for this slimy fucker's blood.

But again, Y/N's more important.

I turn, my panic spiking so high it reaches levels it had never before when I find Y/N out of my sight.

My breathing starts to go abnormal for the nth time this night.

I might develop heart problems.

A sigh leaves my mouth when I spot her by the bars, trying to convince the bartender to give her another shot. Relief floods my system, and my breaths regulate.

I send a quick text the girl- who i already forgot the name of- and tell her to head home. She sends a crying emoji back but agrees nonetheless, telling me to call her back when everything is sorted out on my end.

I have other things to care for.

Or I guess, in this case, a certain person to tend to.

God, It's gonna be a long night.

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mayearies · 11 months

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CATS ALIKE .. miles g. morales ⟡

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 miles g. morales x fem! reader , fluff , no disclaimer

𐦍༘⋆ SYNOPSIS; you wanted a cat. miles did not. he made this pretty clear. he ignored, dismissed, and persuaded you to stop asking for a while. however, it came back again and again and again. guess how he caved.

WC; 728

𐦍༘⋆ NOTES; old fic i wrote also test for engagement i guess

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he purposely avoided your eyes for a while now. a little bit too long for both of your liking. he flipped through thr channels on the tv as he held you in his lap and you kissed him all over his face, muttering the word ‘please’ without break.

miles grumbled, knowing he would cave pretty soon. he had a sweet tooth for those chocolate lips of yours. he sighed loudly, throwing his head back on the arm of the sofa before looking at you with an annoyed expression. “if i do this for you, promise me you’ll shut up about it.” you nodded in glee.

you knew how to hold your end of the bargain, just one small favor. one small thing couldnt hurt his cold and stoic soul. he took you to the nearest petshop on the block since you wanted this more than ever. a cat.

miles didn’t like the idea. he was away most nights and didnt want something there to create more of a mess than you already did of his room (he would scold you but you knew he didnt really care that much). he could think of a million reasons why this was a bad idea. the only plus was that it was cute.

“which one you want, ma?” he followed you down the isle of cages and cries of the kittens, “preferably not the ones that shed a lot.” his voice sounded uneasy and skeptical. he knew how bad you wanted this.

“relax a little. these little things are so cute, how could you not want one?”

he crossed his arms and watched as you stuck your hands into the bars to pet each one of them, to which some would hiss and deny. “maybe because i dont like cats,” he hissed. “their fur gets everywhere.”

“i say it’s worth it,” you replied sassily to match his tone.

“of course you do.”

you saw one in particular that caught your attention. a black cat that was missing an eye. the shopkeeper said he was born that way and that nothing was wrong with him. he was adorable, just as fiesty too. it didnt let you touch it until it smelled your hand. even then it was still ready to fight. reminds you of someone else you know. “i want this one.”

“the things i do for you.”

you laughed under your breath, “you say it like it’s a bad thing.”

that night, you were so excited to play with the little guy. miles however, could care less. he didnt want much to do with it. well, it may not come off as that because he bought the most expensive bed and cat litter for it, despite it being no older than a few weeks.

you wanted to play with it first, but where’s the fun in that? “how about, i set up the cat litter and stuff and you get to know our new friend together?” miles raised an eyebrow as he set down the carrier. “is this some typa excuse?”

“no! just spend some time with it. last thing i ask, i promise.”

miles sighed and agreed. so much for promises. he opened the cage and waited for it to crawl out, but it didn’t. the sudden change in enviornment and scent must’ve been just kicking in. he reached his finger into the cage and felt the ends of the whiskers ticking it. then, it licked him. he wasn’t taken aback by it but it felt odd.

you finished installing the cat litter box and started walking towards the living room once you heard the tv on again, “so, how’d it-“ and the last thing you thought you’d see tonight just laid in front of you. miles was watching the screen as the little furball wrapped around itself on his chest. it was purring and by the torn fabric in his hood, you could tell it was kneading him.

“well, look who got along,” miles glared at you for that as you walked over to lay down behind him. “still don’t like cats?”

he playfully scoffed and rolled his eyes, his fingers drifting and gazling along the fur of its tail. “im still wondering why you chose that name for him.”

“whats wrong with it?”

“who names their cat ‘meows morales?’”

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holllandtrash · 2 years

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muse | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

after stepping back from music following a bad break up and a label drop, y/n returns and is on the search for a new muse, you just never thought you'd find it in italy sabrina carpenter faceclaim - a lot of reading with this one im so sorry

there is a spotify playlist to go along with this au if you're wanting to listen to the songs used/mentioned throughout, listen here (i suggest it bc the lyrics of some songs are important hehe)

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ynismygf SHES BLONDE AND WE'RE GETTING NEW MUSIC? im screaming

happy4u if we get a break up album im gna use it as an excuse to break up w my boyfriend

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zendaya 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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yourusername when in italy...drop a new song for the first time in 8 months

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dovecameron okay girly pop off

ynfanclub I THOUGHT WE WEREN'T GETTING A BREAK UP ALBUM

yourusername ITS JUST ONE SONG ynfanclub IM SCREAMING

ynismommy italy is good for her, i support this

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yourusername these last few days have been incredible, thank you italy for being so welcoming and thank you scuderia ferrari for allowing me to sing a few old songs on stage to celebrate your old company

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scuderiaferrari anytime 🫡🫡

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yourusername what is a paddock formulayn charles is flirting with her and she has no idea

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goldenyn SHE FOUND A MUSE SHES BACK TO WRITING

formulayn i bet you ANYTHING its charles, y/n probably took one look at him and was like yep i could write 10 songs about you no problem

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paddockupdates Y/N L/N sporting an all red attire at Circuit of the Americas!! Guess that week in Italy really did turn her into a Ferrari Fan

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yourusername i love sports

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charr16 love to see her at the races but also..bestie...we need more music

formulayn Y/N is at a race i repeat, y/n iS AT THE RACE

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charles_leclerc P1 and Fastest Lap 👊🏁 What an incredible race❤️

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yourusername gooooo charles !!

formulayn girl just say you love him its okay we all do

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yourusername woman of the hour ep...drops friday

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formulayn im really reading into the whole red theme a bit too much

leclerrspaddock same

dovecameron i've been waiting for this one

charles_leclerc can't wait

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yourusername happy woman of the hour release day ♡ thank you to the fans who have been so patient and supportive throughout my entire break (and my return to the studio) thank you to my friends for deleting numbers and blocking the pages i couldn't bring myself to and thank you to my muse❤️ i can't wait to write more songs about you in the future

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charles_leclerc this is my favourite album

sofiacarson ❤️❤️❤️❤️

formulayn IS THAT CHARLES IN THE LAST PIC i can't breath

scuderiaferrari already added to our garage playlist🫡

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charles_leclerc woman of the hour

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yourusername thank you for being my muse❤️

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formulayn so they met that first week in italy and fell in love and have just been secretly dating this whole time...cool cool cool cool cool🥹

goldenyn im glad she put her energy into charles instead of a break up album🥺🥺 y/n deserves to be happy

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coffeeghoulie · 3 months

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Hello! I dont see a will and wonts write list so please feel free to delete this if you're not comfortable or interested!!

Dew is craving comfort and closeness but feels like he has to earn that rather then deserve it. He agrees to a harder bdsm scene then he's typically comfortable with or a kink he's said no to in the past because he knows that'll warrent him plenty of aftercare and he's made his partner happy by doing something he typically wouldn't.

Thinking Raindrop but completely open to any ideas you may have and anywhere you want to take it 🫶

one day I will write out a proper pinned post. one day lol.

But thank you for this, this prompt was very fun to work with. I had a lot of ideas for this and not all of them made it in. Someday ;).

Content warning for choking, Rain's tentacle, subdrop, and safeword use.

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Dew doesn't know how he got here.

That's a lie. He knows exactly how he wound up on his back in Rain's nest, the water ghoul's long, elegant fingers wrapped firmly around his throat.

He'd woken up feeling strange, a deep, desperate ache at the very core of him. It made him feel listless, drifting outside of his body and needing to be put back into it. He knows how to fix it, but couldn't get his damn mouth to cooperate and ask. Hates being dishonest about his intentions but it burned deep in his chest, hotter than his magick and boiling his blood.

Dew can play the game. He knows who to go to. Aether will see right through him, gently chastising him for pushing his own limits instead of being honest, and Mountain's in the same boat. Even though he's looking for something cruel, Swiss likes to try and push a little too much on good days, and Dew knows what he can take but that's not what he's really looking for right now. Aeon's a little too inexperienced with what exactly Dew's seeking out, so as much as he loves the little voidling, they're off the table too.

Cumulus is too good at not taking bullshit, and Cirrus is in the same boat. And he loves indulging Aurora's desires, but she's in Aeon's boat experience-wise.

Which leaves Rain. And Rain is always down to play this little game.

It starts at practice. Running blocking for Year Zero, Dew creeps up behind Rain. The water ghoul looks mouthwateringly good, a dark flannel loose and open over a black cropped shirt, black jeans torn at the knee.

He stalks up, pressing his chest against Rain's back. Dew delights in the way Rain's head tips back, iridescent black waves spilling over his shoulder. He trails his spindly fingers up up up until he can wrap his hand around the column of Rain's throat.

Rain's hum buzzes against his palm, and the water ghoul turns as Dew presses his lips to his finned ear. It's the game on stage, Dew saying the most depraved shit he can think of, trying to get Rain to break in front of the crowd.

To Dew's dismay, Rain has never broken once. But maybe today.

Dew leans in, chapped lips brushing up against the fins on his ear. "I want you to choke me the way I pretend to choke you, make me fucking take it," he whispers, pulling away quickly to hit his next mark.

Rain isn't masked right now. Dew takes great delight in the way Rain's head whips around to follow him. His cerulean eyes are wide and pupils blown, a rich saltwater scent radiating from him. Dew's got him exactly where he wants him, hook line and sinker.

When practice ends, Dew pretends he doesn't notice Rain following close behind down the hallways back to the ghoul den. But the moment Dew gets his bedroom door open, Rain's shoving him through, slamming the door behind them and shoving Dew up against it by the chest.

Dew grins even as he's dragged up the wood, toes just barely touching the ground.

"What's gotten into you, Dewey?" Rain purrs dangerously, serrated teeth close to his ear. "You never want to submit for me, at least not without a fight. And you never want to be choked," His breath is hot against his skin, and Dew's head thuds against the door as he bares his throat, scars on full display.

"Mmph, what's wrong with that?" Dew snarks, squirming his hips against Rain's body. He wonders if she'll come out to play tonight. "Why not change it up for fun?"

"It's not like you," Rain says, eyes searching Dew's face for something. Dew isn't sure what he finds, but whatever it is, it's enough. Rain lunges in for a hungry kiss, gills flaring open on his throat as he shoves off his flannel. Dew kisses back just as eagerly, going dizzy with it, pulling at the hem of Rain's shirt. Spindly fingers dip just under the waistband of Rain's jeans, and Rain bites at his bottom lip.

The next thing Dew knows is falling back onto his bed, the tie holding his hair back finally giving and letting his hair halo his head. Rain almost snarls, pressing biting kisses down the column of Dew's throat. He marks up a clavicle as he yanks off Dew's pants and underwear in one fell swoop.

Dew gasps, laughing breathlessly at the cold air on his cunt. He hitches his legs wider on the mattress, giving Rain space to bully closer. Somewhere along the way Rain had lost the rest of his clothing as well.

Dew bites his lip hard, arching as he feels slick, cool skin pressing against his mound. Rain's already soaked, and Dew's halfway there too.

"You wanted me to make you take it?" Rain whispers coldly in Dew's ear. He nods frantically, his mind already starting to haze in the best way. "Do you want me to make you take her?"

Dew chitters and his tail pads against the mattress like a broken kickdrum pedal. Rain's a vision above him, the way his hair falls in waves over his shoulders, the darkness in his eyes like the deepest pools in the Pit. He bares his serrated teeth in a hint of a snarl, and Dew has flashes of thought, recalling exactly how they feel buried in his skin.

"Asked you a question, Dewey," Rain says, shoving Dew further up the mattress so he can settle on his knees between his spread legs. His cunt seeps slick onto the covers. That's a worry for Later Dew. "I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me. I'm not Aeth."

Dew tips his head back, short horns digging into the mattress as he bares his throat. "Make me take her," he gasps. "Make me take her while you choke me."

"Good boy," Rain grins, shining shark teeth, and grinds his cunt against Dew's. It's slippery and cool against his overheated skin, and Dew keens like he's been hit as Rain starts to grind. "We gotta get her to come out, and then I'll choke you good and proper."

Dew nods, gasping each time their cocks catch and rub against each other. It's slick and obscene. The last rational thought in his head is about how much laundry he's going to need to do when they're done.

He does the best he can to rut his hips up into Rain's, watching the way the water ghoul's face contorts in bliss, teeth sinking into his plush bottom lip. "She's coming, Dewey," Rain gasps at a particularly sweet roll of his hips. "She's gonna say hi."

Dew arches clean up off of the bed with a keen. "Oh fuck, please, please, please!"

There's a slick, wet noise, a curious pressure sliding through Dew's folds. Rain's eyes roll back into his head as he groans. "There she is," he shudders, the tentacle moving with a mind of her own. The tip presses into Dew's warmth, but his cry is muffled by Rain's hand wrapping around his throat.

His copper eyes go wide, staring hazily up at Rain as the tentacle presses deeper and deeper, probing and filling him so good. The press of Rain's fingers into the sides of his throat make his head spin. Callouses from playing dig just right into his gill scars, and he squeezes around the tentacle as she squirms inside of him. Rain rolls his hips into Dew's, fucking him deep and slow and intense.

"Fuck, baby," Rain hisses, pressing a filthy kiss to Dew's lips, parted in a gasp. "So fucking tight."

Dew keens as the tentacle fills him up, twisting and coiling. A sucker presses just right into the sweet spot behind his dick. He tries to scream, but Rain's elegant fingers dig harder and harder into the sides of his throat, cutting off the noise.

For a while, all Dew knows is the salty taste of Rain's lips on his, his panting breaths in his ear. The soft struggle of drawing a full breath. The maddening press of her inside of him. His mind, for a moment, is quiet.

And then he notices it welling up in the back of his throat. Hellfire. Ash. Rain's fingers dig into the scars where his gills used to flutter open. He can't breathe. Rain's not even choking him that hard and he can't breathe.

They're changing him, he's burning and his gills aren't working and-

Dew swallows hard and feels his throat work against the flat of Rain's palm. He steels himself against his panic, watching Rain's face. The water ghoul's lost in pleasure, his pupils blown wide, a thin ring of cerulean all that's visible.

He can be good. Dew knows how to stop this but he wants to be good more than he wants to breathe. He can be good for his Rainy, knows that he'll be so sweet to him after he's done. He just has to make his Rainy cum, he can do that, he can be good. He writhes underneath Rain's body, knows he can play it off as pleasure.

Dew focuses on schooling his expression, whining and biting his lip even as his tail coils around his own thigh, digging in.

He can see Rain's brow furrow, sees his lips move but his ears are ringing too loudly for him to make out the words. The grip on his throat releases. Rain's hips stop moving. Even she freezes inside of him, mind of her own.

Even as the oxygen rushes through his system, Dew scrabbles at Rain's hand, trying to pull him back. "No, don't, you weren't done-" He wheezes, freezing when he sees the look on Rain's face. His chest heaves.

"Did you hear me, Dew?" he asks, voice gentle. He cards his fingers through sweat-sticky hair, knuckles running against the obsidian of his horns. "I called red."

Dew scrambles to prop himself up on his elbows, eyes wide in horror. "Shit, pearl, what's wrong?" he stammers. bringing a shaking hand to touch Rain's cheek.

He chuckles, a little sad. "Not for me, baby. Well, kind of. You were somewhere outside of your body and I got scared when you wouldn't respond."

Dew swallows past the lump in his throat. "Shit, I'm-"

Rain tsks softly. "Don't apologize. Are you alright?"

He takes a moment, swallowing. The acrid taste of smoke is gone from his tongue, but if he really focuses... "I'm back here," Dew assures. He knows it's a nonanswer, but it's the best he's got without completely spilling his guts all over the bed.

Rain knows it too, but doesn't press. He will later, but Dew loses himself in the way Rain's fingers don't stop moving in his hair. "Glad to have you back," he whispers, rolling them over so Dew's curled up against Rain's side, his head on Rain's collarbone. "Let me be sweet to you for a while, please don't put up a fight about it."

He presses a kiss between Dew's horns, and his heart finally loosens in his chest. He feels Rain's body tense when he keens. His spiked tail pads against the bed, and Rain's grip on him tightens.

"Oh," he whispers, breath rustling against Dew's scalp. "I see."

"Mmph?" Dew chirrups, blinking up at Rain.

"I really think we need to talk about this later, Dewey," Rain whispers. His other hand settles over the knobs of Dew's spine, rubbing a slow path up and down. "But I think, and correct me if I'm wrong, but you want this. You want this and either can't ask for it or think you don't deserve this kind of treatment so you have to earn it."

Dew's silent, shutting his eyes so he doesn't have to meet Rain's. "Thought you said we'd talk later," he tries to quip, but it lands flat.

Rain purrs, pulling him closer. "I'm more than happy to treat you soft, ripple. You don't need to earn it. I know it's hard, but I will give it to you."

Dew presses closer, can feel more than hear the steadiness of Rain's heartbeat. The way his gills flutter as he breathes. "Thank you, Rain," he whispers, trying to put everything he can't say into it.

Rain smiles, starts to purr. "I love you too, Dewdrop."

#god i need to write raindrop more #anyways. off to worldbuild for the swiss thing #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #raindrop #cw choking #cw tentacles #cw subdrop

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god-has-entered-my-body · 5 months

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Please be naked - Matty Healy

A/N: remember when i said i was done? false. @awellposhmagazine you sweetheart ilysm and i hope u dont die. @beforeyougo-turnthebiglightoff thank u for your slave labour in finding the lyric for this fic xx

wc: 4.5k

content warnings: smut, fluff, use of sex toys (butt plug, strap), pegging, edging, exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, degradation but in a sweet way, praise, face-sitting, restraint (she holds him down), teasing, lots and lots of condescension, begging, the return of the little red kia, it gets weirdly poetic towards the end, two kinky knobheads in love

Matty was bold, always has been. Personal boundaries? Shame? Embarrassment? All foreign concepts to him. Evident in the way he spoke before he thought, blurting out strings of words that didn't even make sense most of the time. His behavior was no different, always going for the shock factor whenever interacting with you.

Which is why you were now standing in the middle of your shared bedroom, eyes flicking between him and the small, plastic device in your hand. He had strolled into the room awfully giddy, topless and grinning at you wildly, holding something in the palm of his hand, stopping right in front of you. You raised your eyebrows as he pressed the remote against your chest, it taking you a while to recognise it.

Eyes widening and staring at the object, you looked back at matty who had this mischievous glint in his eye, obviously plotting something. Your words caught in your throat when you tried to speak, struggling to form coherent sentences.

“Is this-?” you try to confirm that he was, in fact, standing in front of you with a buttplug in his arse. Matty wasn't shy, nodding his head slowly as it clicks in your head. It wasn't an impulse purchase, per se, just a surprising one. Matty had gone back to that same sex shop multiple times, even making friends with the owner (because of course he would), purchasing a multitude of odd toys to ‘gift’ to you. But only one of them genuinely took you by surprise: a black buttplug, holographic shimmers decorating the base.

“Yeah.” he breathes, squirming around on his spot, running his fingers through his freshly washed hair. You choose your next words carefully.

“And you-” Maybe he was taking the piss? A cruel joke, but you wouldn't put it past him.

“I’m wearing it.”

“But- we’re about to go-”

You cut yourself off, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind. The two of you had made plans with your mates, agreeing to meet up at a sort of bar-restaurant thing that had recently opened a few blocks down from your house. Was this really the best time to pull a stunt like this?

“I know. I want you to do it while we’re out.” he takes a step closer, brushing his fingers against your waist, refusing to touch you properly. Your heart beats erratically in your chest, and you try to breath steadily, composing yourself

“I want you to make me moan in your ear while our friends watch.”

You had always had this sneaking, sneaking suspicion about your boyfriend and his penchant for attention. His loud and pretentious manner drew people in, watching him with a certain look in their eye that he absolutely relished in.

You're snapped back to the present moment as he turns on the heel of his foot, walking towards the door and away from you. He’d closed it on his way in out of pure habit, not realizing the precarious position he had put himself in.

Your body moved a bit quicker than your mind, hand making contact with his lower back as you forced him forward against the closed door. He yelps as his cheek smushes against the cool wood, muffling his gasps as you feel him up from behind.

Your hands run up his bare chest, catching his pierced nipple between two of your fingers, tweaking it harshly.

His breathing speeds up as you grind against his arse, pressing your body flush against him and in turn, pressing him up against the door even harder. His skin is smooth under your touch, goosebumps breaking out wherever your fingertips danced, a small sigh of satisfaction leaving your lips.

“Think you can just order me around? Have me do whatever you want?” your voice is low in his ear, your free hand running over the controls of the remote you were holding. This sudden change of pace makes Matty’s head spin, disorienting him right when he thought he had bested you, leaving you speechless. You tap the device against his hip, feeling him twitch slightly at the sudden pressure.

“I’m going to make you regret it. Wish you never gave this pretty little thing to me.” you coo into his ear, condescension coating your words.

The click is soft, but his reaction is anything but. Matty, always so sure of himself, had bought one specifically designed to directly stimulate the prostate when inserted, the vibrations only amplifying the sensation. His knees weakened under him, the only thing holding his body up being the weight of yours pressing him up against the door.

Turning the toy off, you sigh and let him go, making him fall to the floor at the sudden loss of support. He yelps as his knees hit the hard floorboards, eyes darting up to meet yours while he tries to steady his breathing, willing himself to not get hard.

“I’ll be downstairs.” you say, and he can only nod in response, scrambling to get up and finish getting dressed, the plug shifting inside him with every move he makes, small groans spilling from his parted lips.

It takes longer than usual for Matty to finish up, meeting you at the front door dressed in the same jeans you had left him in, paired with a yellow t-shirt, slightly too small for him. You chuckle at the sight, a small sliver of skin being revealed by the too-short fabric.

The place was a short walk away, maybe ten minutes if you walked fast. It saved Hann the pain of having to drive and pick you up, whining about the cost of gas and how his car wouldn't be able to take much more if he was constantly chauffeuring the two of you around (you find he was overreacting a bit, but it is his car).

The process of putting on your respective shoes is done in silence, the tension thick in the air as you take your keys off the hook, stuffing them into your pocket. Matty was right behind you, fastenting the straps of his boots, the clanging metal impossibly loud in the echo of the foyer.

Sun hits your face the moment you step outside, welcoming the comfortable warmth it brought with it, a soft breeze blowing through your hair. The click of your shoes against the pavement was even, the road fairly empty as you walked, hand in hand, Matty’s fingers tightly clasping yours.

The restaurant/pub was more Ross’ aesthetic, the earthy, wooden exterior not really what you were used to. You could feel Matty speed up as you neared the entrance, excited to finally see his mates again, have a drink and talk shit. Your hand moves away from his, gently settling on his lower back, stopping him in his tracks as he grasps the door handle, about to pull it open.

You bring your lips to his ear, his hair slightly in the way, curls brushing against your face lightly.

“You going to behave?” you whisper, warning him. His smirk tells you all you need to know before he even opens his mouth to speak.

“In your wildest dreams.” he blows you a cheeky kiss and flings the door wide open, cutting off your retort.

Ross and Hann greet him first, lifting their pints in his direction. His laugh as he sees them is infectious, making you crack a fond smile as they all hug, Matty sliding into the booth next to Ross. George gets up from his chair, pulling you in for a tight hug and saying how nice it was to see you and Matty, pushing a french martini in your direction.

“I could kiss you.” you say, bringing the glass up to your lips, taking a grateful sip. George chuckles, his deep voice oddly comforting.

“No need, pretty sure Matty would stab my eyes out.”

“What would I do!?” Matty yells at him, only catching a small part of his sentence, too engrossed in his storytelling to listen to his answer. You wave your hand in dismissal, turning your attention to Matty’s story, a detailed recount of his first kiss.

How he got to that topic within ten minutes of entering the joint was beyond you, but you listened, laughing at the gross descriptions of the girls lips, using way too many adjectives Ross didn't even know existed.

The remote is heavy in your pocket, burning a hole into your skin as an idea pops into your head.

He chats animatedly, his voice loud and booming, so unmistakably him.

“Genuinely tasted like sand, nearly impossible to get any real acti-” you cut him off by clicking the toy on, his eyes immediately widening at the sensation. He chokes a bit, his words coming out weird and in bits before he decides to try and cover it up with a cough. The guys give him a weird look and you play along, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Alright, Matty?” Ross asks, taking a sip of his pint at the sudden, awkward silence. You grin at him, turning the vibrations down a bit so he could speak.

“Everythings good, just got a fucked throat.” he smooth talks his way out of it, glaring at you from across the table as the conversation shifts.

You continue toying with him, playing with the remote mindlessly as the minute tick by, another round of drinks being bought by Hann. Whenever he goes to speak, you make a point to turn the vibrations up, even if only a little bit, just to watch him squirm in his seat, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Mate, you look wrecked. Sure you're okay?” Hann presses a paternal hand to his head, checking his temperature. Matty was flushed a bright shade of pink, a look of pleasure on his face only you could truly recognise, having seen him in this exact position a thousand times. Yearning, begging, willing to do anything just to finally have some relief.

“Y-yeah sorry, I must've caught something.” he forces out, a slight edge to his voice as you eye him, catching a suspicious glance from George next to you.

“Go home then, I'll even drive you back.” he offers, earning a groan from the other two men. Apologizing, you offer to buy everyone a round on you as a peace offering for leaving early. Hann promises to come back after, not letting Matty’s little bout of illness ruin a perfectly good outing. If only they knew.

He’s a bit sick I reckon, nothing a good rest cant fix.” you move to get up, brushing off your jeans as you shuffle out of the booth, watching Matty closely.

“Dickhead.” he mutters as he passes by, being led to the car by Adam. You grin from ear to ear, taking your revenge.

“Watch it, sweetheart.” you click the vibrator on higher, making his knees buckle and he falls into your arms, a look of betrayal, mixed with undeniable pleasure, evident on his face.

“Jesus, Matty, let's get you home.” you mutter, your voice one of faux-concern as you stroke his hair, half carrying him to the car.

The car ride is oddly quiet, Hann making casual conversation as Matty curls up in the backseat, knees to his chest, feigning illness. The radio plays softly in the background, some country stuff that was popular.

“No music commentary today? Pretty sure this is Taylor Swift.” you chuckle at your mates words, watching Matty’s reaction in the rearview mirror.

“She’s fit.” His voice is slightly raspy, teasing as he makes eye contact through the reflection, almost as if challenging you. You roll your eyes, a prick of jealousy bubbling up inside of you.

“Not as fit as my girl though.” he adds, making Hann groan in disgust.

“I don't need to bear witness to your weird flirting. It's bad enough having to watch you drunk snog every week.”

Even though you tried to keep your affection to a minimum around the guys, with alcohol being thrown into the mix it was impossible to keep your hand off each other. The brick wall of the alleyway behind the bar had seen a lot of makeout sessions, and more often than not, Hann or George would walk out for a smoke right when Matty was shoving his tongue down your throat.

“Why do you watch us? Might be a sign, mate.” Matty mumbles, kicking the back of the driver's seat aggressively, making it shake.

“I hope you choke.”

“So does she.” he sniggers, wiggling his eyebrows at an exhausted Adam, at his limit with Matty’s bullshit for the day.

“Ugh, please stop.”

You wave goodbye to him and walk up to the front door, unlocking it swiftly as Matty trails behind you, legs weak and barely holding himself upright as the toy buzzed inside of him. He lets out a string of gasps as you turn it up, clicking a total of two times with an intention to overwhelm him.

“What's wrong, love? Too much?” you ask, cupping his face with your left hand. His eyes are glazed over, tears threatening to spill as pleasure radiates through his entire body.

“F-fuck me, jesus thats high.” he pants, chest heaving as you grin, satisfied.

“You picked it out.”

“Not to be used against me.” he shoots back, slowly getting used to the sensation, his mind clearing enough to speak properly.

“And whose fault is that?” you press your lips to his in a chaste kiss, the weight of you against him driving him insane, getting lost in your touch. Pulling away suddenly, you put a bit of distance between the two of you.

“Fuck you-” he cuts himself off with a choked moan, his hand twitching as he attempted to stand up straight.

“Go upstairs and wait nice and pretty for me, yeah? I'll be right there.”

He moves faster than you expect, stumbling up the stairs in the direction of your shared bedroom, his footsteps heavy.

You know exactly what you want to do, the whole day building up to this exact moment. Gathering a few items from a certain box that lived on the shelf in your living room, simple and unassuming, you follow his path, peeling off your shirt as you walk, discarding it somewhere in the hallway.

Matty is naked on the bed when you enter the room, back slightly arched as the plug pressed up against his prostate, his cock hard and aching, leaking all over the sheets. Your heart skips a beat when he smirks at you, his hair thrown carelessly over his face curls obscuring a small part of it.

“No strip-tease today?” he shakes his head, smug expression wiped from his face as his eyes fall on your chest, clad in only a simple, black bra.

“Can’t fucking- please darling, please I need you so bad.” he whimpers, hips bucking upwards as you dangle the remote in front of him, kneeling onto the bed between his legs.

You look up at him with an innocent expression, eyes wide as you watch him squirm, so desperate for your touch it made him dizzy.

“What do you want from me?” you whisper, the edge to your voice making Matty still. Obviously, he was expecting more of a fight, more begging, more effort. You were in a different sort of mood today, much to his delight.

“Sit on my face, make me earn it, please. Wanna taste you on my tongue, make you feel so good.” he moans, the toy making him see stars behind his eyes. Matty’s in a daze that only happens every so often, his cocky and arrogant demeanor nowhere to be seen. Instead, it's replaced by a look of utter devotion, willingness to give up every fiber of himself to you, hand over his mind, body, and soul, placing it carefully in your hands.

“So eager.”

“Only for you.”

His cock twitches against his stomach as you peel off your jeans, your panties quick to follow suit, gone in a pile on the floor. Eyes trained on you, he watches how you shuffle upwards, glistening cunt hovering over his mouth in anticipation. His hands come up to grip your thighs, attempting to pull you down onto him, your resistance making him frown.

“I don’t want to crush you.” you murmur, a small moment of weakness in a situation where you held all the power. He looks at you confused before reassuringly shaking his head, running his fingers over your cunt, making you gasp in pleasure.

“Please.” his voice cracks, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine at the simple word.

Lowering yourself onto him, he tugs you completely onto his mouth, not letting you hover. The room instantly fills with your moans, the sounds bouncing off the walls and going straight to his cock, beads of precum spilling from his tip.

The toy buzzes against his prostate, making him whimper against your cunt as you play with the settings, never letting him get used to it before switching it up. His tongue laps at your clit, sucking it between his lips, creating a delicious suction he knew made your mind go blank. You grab onto the metal bed frame for stability, back arching as the pleasure between your legs took over your entire body.

You hear him whine beneath you, the pressure of the plug getting to be too much, his hips bucking wildly for any sort of friction, being met with only air. The obscenity of his actions only spurs you on, filthy words falling from your lips as your orgasm rapidly approaches.

“So good for me, eating me all messy. Like it when I tell you how good you're being for me?” you breath, words broken up by gasps of pleasure as he draws figure eights on your clit with his tongue. His curls stick to his forehead, the room stinking of sex and his fucking perfume, clinging to his skin like some kind of sex pollen.

“Fuck, i’m so close, please make me cum.” you breathe, looking down to rake your eyes over his face, being met with a blissed out expression as he shoves his way inside of you, tongue stroking your velvety walls.

“Oh fuck, fuck, right there just keep doing that.” he lets you grind against his face, licking a thick stripe over your folds, making you shudder as your climax hits you like a freight train, pleasure crashing over you in mind numbing waves, your legs clamping around his head.

It takes you longer than normal to catch your breath, your skin sticky with sweat as you pant, shuffling down his body to settle on his hips, his cock grinding against your arse from behind.

“So good, love the way you clench around my tongue.” you cringe, screwing your eyes shut at his choice of words. You flush a deep shade of red when he winks at you, licking his lips provocatively, refusing to break eye contact.

“You're so filthy, can you at least try to use metaphors? Christ.”

“Nah, much better seeing you blush for me.” an exasperated sigh leaves your lips, looking unimpressed by his attempt at a flirt. You’d believe he was only joking, purely messing around if it wasn't for the way his cock leaked onto the sheets, twitching at every vibration of the toy inside of him.

“God, your ego is huge.”

“Not the only thing that's huge.” jesus.

“Oh, fuck off, honestly.”

“Only if you promise to fuck me first.” his tone changes, and you know he’s deadly serious.

His eyes flicker over to the strap laying innocently on the bed, silently begging you to have some sort of mercy.

“Did it feel good, almost having the guys catch you?” you ask, lowering your voice as you reach for the toy, your movements excruciatingly slow. He shuffles under you, one of his arms lazily resting behind his head, trying to appear lax.

“Felt even better seeing you watch me, trying to get me to react.” you giggle, his words ringing painfully true.

The whole point of playing with the controls was to see exactly what made him squirm, moan against his glass and attempt to cover the whole thing up with a cough, eyes desperate to find yours as you chatted to George, pretending to be blissfully unaware of his little predicament.

“You did, didnt you?” of course he did, how could he not?

“You try having a massive plug pressed up against your prostate for an hour.”

“Youre so vulgar, fuck's sake.” you groan, pressing a hand to your forehead in disappointment. You loved him, but Matty’s choice of words was incredibly unsexy at times, ruining the mood.

“Just-” he starts, cut off by his own gasp, the toy shifting inside him slightly, hitting his G-spot with jarring accuracy.

“What?” you tease, narrowing your eyes at him as he flushes a deep crimson, the blush spreading from his face down to his chest, making your heart skip a beat.

“Just- fuck me, i’ve been ready for you since-” he yelps when your hands find his waist, maneuvering him onto his stomach, quite aggressively at that. His face is pushed into a decorative pillow, muffling his sounds of protests, much to your delight.

“Since?”

“Since you pressed me up against that door.” he mumbles, rutting against the mattress, an attempt at some kind of relief, having spent the better part of two hours right on that edge, nothing substantial to push him off it.

“Really? Must’ve been pretty painful, walking around hard where our mates could see you.” You think back to Ross’ weird look. Matty had already let slip that he told him more than was necessary, the thought making you shudder. Imagine if he knew the actual reason you had left in such a hurry, desperate to get home to ‘nurse Matty back to health’.

“Please, darling, I'm so ready for it, just let go. Fuck me so dumb I cant think. I deserve it.” he moans, pressing his hips towards you, arching his back. You catch a glimpse of the plug, the sight making your heart speed up, thrumming against your ribcage as you fumble with the strap, using his little ramble to slip it over your hips, tightening the clasps.

“You deserve it, do you?” your mouth is right against his ear as you lean over him, pressing the tip of the flush against his arse. The remote is abandoned on the other side of the bed, too out of reach for you to turn down the toy, leaving Matty helpless and twitching, the pleasure being just too little to make him cum. He lets out an infuriated groan when you chuckle, the bed creaking as you get comfortable on your knees.

“What you deserve.” you whisper into his ear, hearing his breath hitch at the proximity. “Is to be fucking destroyed.” he gasps, feeling your fingertips ghost over the base of the plug before slowly slipping it out of him, leaving him empty and wanting.

“Please.” The word is small, miniscule as he trembles under your touch, his body limp against the mattress.

You take your time, pressing the tip of the strap against his entrance, teasing him until he jerks under you, his voice high pitched and exhausted, yearning for any kind of relief. Brushing his hair out of his face, you grab his jaw, making his neck crane to look at you. His eyes are wide, an insatiable hunger evident in them.

Sultry moans spill from his lips as you press inside of him, barely giving him a moment to breathe before thrusting out, setting a fast-paced rhythm as he writhed against you, grinding back onto the strap like his life depended on it.

“Fuck, thats so good, oh my- yesyesyes.” he whines, hands moving down to grip his cock. You catch him before he does, pinning his wrists above his head as you relentlessly drill into him, drinking every noise he makes.

“So deep, shit. Fuck me, god- harder.” your stomach flips, the sound of him begging you to take him even harder making you feel dizzy with power. He groans against the pillow when you speed up, one of your hands gripping his waist for leverage, hitting his prostate with scary accuracy.

“Harder, yeah? I’m going to take you apart bit by bit, love, make you scream my name until your throat is actually sore.”

“Feel how good I fuck you? Reduce you to little pieces at my feet where you belong.” you're drunk with power, Matty’s twitching and desperate frame beneath you sending you to another plane of existence, making you believe that if there truly was a heaven, this would be it.

“I’m yours, fuck- all yours- Please, don’t stop.” his eyes water at the force of your thrusts, and you feel him shake at the strength of his impending orgasm. You reach down his mouth at his neck, biting down hard, littering his neck with deep, aggressive bruises that you knew would last for days to come, if not weeks.

"You make me feel so good." he mutters, and you feel a sense of pride swell up inside of you.

“Cum for me, love, please, I wanna see how good I make you feel.” his muscles tense under your grasp, arms flexing under the skin of his tattoos.

“I’m so close, please don't stop, fuck, I love you so much.”

You love him too. It's all you could do, show him how much you loved him, how much he occupied your every thought and action. Everything depended on him, nothing existing without the knowledge that he was by your side, giving your life true, veritable meaning.

“So good for me, Matthew. Let go, feel it, let it consume you.” he frantically grinds against the mattress, chasing his high as you whisper dirty words into his ear, encouraging him.

“Oh god- just- fuckkk.” he finally cums with a cry of your name, hips bucking up against your strap as he heaves, sputtering and moaning uncontrollably

“So pretty when you cum, fuck, love it when you scream my name, love.” he goes limp as spurts of cum spill onto the sheets, his thighs tensing at the sheer intensity of his orgasm, eyes screwed shut with bliss.

Your hand releases his wrists, soothing raking your nails over his back, bringing him down slowly, not wanting to overwhelm him.

“You’re perfect, my gorgeous boy.” you coo, peppering kisses down his bare skin, licking at the harsh bite marks from earlier, blooming on his neck.

“Yeah, m’yours darling, all yours.” he mumbles, hazy from his climax, mind still foggy from the pure pleasure he had experienced. You slip out of him, watching how he clenched around the toy, as if trying to keep you inside of him.

“I love you.” you whisper, hugging him tightly from behind.

“I love you too, now get down here.” he violently tugs you down next to him, cupping your face in both hands, still trembling slightly. A genuine smile spreads onto his face as he kisses you gently, enjoying this tender moment of vulnerability between the two of you, wanting it to last forever. The two of you giggle into each other's mouths, giddy and relaxed, at peace.

“I love you.” he rolls his eyes playfully, grinning against your lips.

“You already said that.”

“I know.”

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purityonice · 9 months

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💙 BRANCH X AUTISTIC! READER 💙

calming you down.

Requested? Yeah :)

TW// panic attack!

Also sorry if i got this wrong dont be afraid to correct me!!!

im sorry i havent been posting ive just been busy plus i had mad writers block!!

Branch knew you were different, thats why he liked hanging around you.

You two had so much in common and he felt like you were the only one that got him. Even his best friend Poppy didn’t get him like you did.

He never knew why you were so against taking off your headphones or joining in on any of the parties but he was glad for it.

So he knew that when Poppy decided to throw another massive party just for funsies you would come knocking at his door. But not how he expected you to.

“B-Branch! open the door please!” You cried out desperately your hands covering your ears as you crouched down staring at his trapdoor. A loud bang and a bright flash assaulted you as loud cheering could be heard from a mile away.

Poppys parties had become so much more intense after the truce with the Bergens and this one was the worst.

Branch leaned on his lever as he yawned adorned in his robe and coffee in his hand unaware of your predicament. The elevator came to a stop as he began to undo his series of locks, the sound of the party drowning out your whimpers.

The final lock was undone and he swung open the trap door, your scared face looking down at him trembling trying to calm yourself down.

Branch’s face dropped as guilt bubbled up inside him, wondering how long you had been waiting for him. Quickly grabbing you and pulling you inside, closing the door and locking it again.

As you writhed from the sudden contact the bunker was alot quieter than outside, the music was muffled by the underground walls while you swayed back and forth on the ground. The feeling on the elevator soothing you abit as it began to descend.

“Are you alright? you dont look so good.” Branch finally spoke his voice laced with worry as he lowered himself down to your level.

You couldn’t respond your body was to letting you speak as Branch sat besides you.

He knew what was going on all to well.

“uhm- I have this place that I go to when i’m feeling overwhelmed… do you want to go there?” He said softly his eyes gazing your body as you shook your head yes. A soft warmth in his stomach grew happy that youre starting to reapond to him.

“I also have this technique to help want to try it? its going to be awhile before we get there my bunker is pretty big.” Branch asked his eyes never leaving you waiting for you to respond. After you agreed he got right into it.

“Okay just think of three things you see, hear, and smell. it always helps me.” He yawned out streching his legs as you stimmed beside him.

your eyes darting around the little elevator walls as rooms passed by.

Storage room, dirt, Branch

Branch looked at you as you stared at him a heat rising on your face as you closed your eyes to hear better your thoughts begining to calm down as you swayed back and forth.

The elevator gears moving, very faint music, Branch

Branch was shuffling around in his spot his soft grunts as he got up from his place probably to quickly grab some stuff knowing him. His body plopped softly on the floor besides you again a soft jingling following.

Keeping your eyes closed as you began to smell the area that surrounded you a soft pop was heard but never the less you continued, this was really working.

Oil, dirt, Branch.

He smelt pleasant like fresh from the shower nice, the would explain the robe. Your eyes remained shut as you soaked in Branches scent not realising that he was now speaking to you. He snapped his fingers infront of your face to grab your attention.

Your eyes flutters open to a few fireflies illuminating the area the soft buzzes of their bodies was so nice as they danced infront of you both.

“You smell so nice Branch.” You said bluntly while your eyes were still locked on the bugs that flew ahead of you. He was taken a back and let out a chuckle as you started to shuffle closer towards him.

“This is so nice thank you for helping me Branch.” your voice was soft leaning your head on his shoulder as you listened to his breathing.

Branchs body was stiff feeling you drape your head on his a his body heated. A dorky smile on his face as he looked into your eyes full of light. A soft smile plastered on your face while you just let your surroundings soak in.

“So did you still want to goto the room I was talking about earlier?” Branch said feeling you nod against his shoulder you interwined your hand with his as you looked up at him.

“Yes please.”

#branch x autistic reader #trolls band together #trolls #trolls world tour #branch trolls #branch #trolls 3 #branch x reader #reader insert #branch headcanons #THIS IS SO CUTE IM SORRY IF ITS BAD #trolls 2 #branch x reader insert

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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How was <I like you> YN's & JK's first time together? Who iniated it? 👀

-> Masterlist

"Jesus christ-!" Jungkook curses under his breath, using a pillow to block his view of your naked body emerging from the bathroom.

"I mean, I'm only me but thanks for the comparison?" You giggle, trying to pull down the pillow- though he's got an iron grip on it. "Come on kookie, it's just a pair of tits!" You laugh, but he shakes his head, looking away as you successfully put the pillow down, sitting next to him on the bed, your knees digging into the blanket on the mattress.

"Its not... just any pair." He mumbles to himself, not daring to move his head.

"Are you a Virgin?" You ask, and he shakes his head. "Oooh, do you just not like sex-"

"No, that's not it!" He softly argues, unsure where his eyes should roam as he instead uses the blanket close by on the bed to cover you. "Its just- you'll laugh at me.." he almost whispers, attempting to get up- but you hold his wrist, keeping him with you with no strength needed.

"Jungkook." You say, bone chillingly serious. "I'll never laugh at you, okay? Not with any intention to hurt, at least." You make sure he knows. "I might laugh about.. stuff that you do, or when your hair is all chaotic after you took a nap, but that's never to hurt you." You say.

"No, it's fine-" he starts, already uncomfortable because you shouldn't have to reassure him. He's the man. He's supposed to take the lead and all that.

"No, it's not fine." You shake your head. "I don't know who might've done that shit to you, but I won't. And if something I do makes you all weird inside in a bad way, you gotta tell me. I won't hate you." You shake your head.

"I just.. don't know if you'll even like me. Like.. that." He offers, a bit unsure as he looks at his hands in his lap. "I get all sweaty n' gross.."

"So?" You shrug. "I sneezed while giving head once. It can't get worse than that." You reveal, and he has to force back a laugh unsuccessfully, immediately turning his head to apologize. "Dont, it's fucking funny in hindsight. You can laugh!" You giggle, running a hand through his hair. "I'll go wash my hair-" You start, but he instead leans forwards, captures your lips.

He's got to jump over his shadow at some point, he decides. And you're worth it- because he's safe with you, after all.

"No you won't." He tells you under his breath, moving his body and adjusting both of you so he's towering over you, blanket slowly pulled away by his own hand, revealing your bare skin to him for the first time. You're so pretty to him it hurts, and you smell sickeningly sweet like peaches and coconut, a new bodyspray probably- you love those with glitter in them, giving your skin an almost otherworldly shimmer.

And he can agree that it's beautiful- but right now, you're perfect like this, no matter how you look. It's more so the fact that you've chosen him that makes him feel so oddly proud.

"You're.. " he mumbles against your skin, lips running over the side of your neck. "...really pretty." He compliments, and you giggle excitedly.

You've gotten a lot of empty compliments before, things said just to keep you soft and compliant with anything said or done. But he's got no reason to compliment you. Jungkook doesn't have to tell you that you're pretty- so everytime he does it, it feels like he actually means it. You know he means it.

You think he's pretty too.

"Condoms are-" you want to tell him where you've put them in your pink bag near the bedside table- but he shakes his head.

"I'm taking my time." He explains, smiling at you.

"Oh my God, I'm secretly dating a sex God am I?" You dramatically joke at him, and he can't help but laugh.

"I'm not sure about that.." he shakes his head, before he leans back and pulls his oversized black shirt over his head- for the first time revealing his rather toned physique to your wide open eyes, and there's an unfamiliar sense of pride growing in his body at the sight of you flustered.

"-But I can certainly try and live up to the title."

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook x reader #bts jungkook imagine #bts jeon jungkook x reader #bts jeon jungkook imagine

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 8 months

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reader comforting sad ethan?? like could be something his dad was suggesting/saying and ethans really frustrated. had prob been avoiding girlfriend! reader for a bit bc of the whole plan thing. hes prob reconsidering it all bc its been the happiest hes been in his LIFE and he feels like a shitty bf for the shit abt to happen. but he obviously cant talk abt it so he tries to shut her out, which doesnt work clearly. its up to you if you wanna include smut (tbh dont see dom! ethan existing here) but definitely just angst to fluff! this boy needs a hug ):

Okay, hi! I was about to go to bed when I got this request, and just HAD to write it. No smut, I thought it was better without it. I hope you like it:)

Everything We Need - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend is feeling guilty about being Ghostface, and wants to do whatever he can to protect you.

A/N: I LOVE THIS. There's just something about sad Ethan that makes me love him even more🥹

When Ethan met up with Quinn and his dad, he felt sick to his stomach. The plan that had been in the works for a year was coming to fruition, as two wannabe Ghostface’s had met their demise. He really wanted to back out. For the first time in his life, he had someone in his life that made him want to get up every day, and that’s been weighing heavy on his mind.

“Ethan, are you listening?” Wayne asked, Quinn rolling her eyes.

“He’s probably thinking about his girlfriend,” she scoffed, as Wayne’s face got even more serious.

“You need to keep your head in this. Don’t you let some little bitch keep you from doing what we’re all here to do,” he said, scanning his sons face. “Richie would never let me down.”

His dad always used that against Ethan. Richie and his dad were so close, while Ethan didn’t get the whole father-son bonding experience he craved. That’s why he agreed to go along with this plan in the first place. He wanted his fathers love so badly that he was willing to kill for it.

“I know, dad. I won’t let you down,” he said, as Wayne started to discuss the plan further.

“Wait, does Ethan’s little girlfriend have to die, too?” Quinn asked, as a lump formed in Ethan’s throat.

“Shut the fuck up, Quinn!” Ethan yelled, as his dad stood there, thinking about the best way to respond.

“She might. I don’t know yet. You might want to distance yourself from her. If she finds out, she will have to die,” Wayne said, as Ethan’s eyes started to water. A single tear slipped down his cheek, quickly wiping it away with his hand.

“Ethan, I don’t think I can count on you for this. Your head is obviously somewhere else, as usual,” he said, shaking his head. “Why can’t you be strong like Richie was?”

The rest of their meeting consisted of Ethan getting berated by Quinn and his father. He knew he needed to keep you safe, so he decided that maybe he should put a little distance between the two of you. He felt like shit that your friends were on the literal chopping block, and he knew how badly this would hurt you if you ever found out he was a part of it.

He ignored every text you’d sent him for the last few days. He declined every FaceTime. You were really starting to worry about him. Aside from the worrying, your heart hurt, because you’d just taken his virginity before he stopped talking to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if that had anything to do with why he pretty much ghosted you.

As you were on your way to Sam and Tara’s, you sent Ethan another text asking if he was going to be there. You hoped for a reply, but you never got one.

You sat around the living room with Anika, Mindy, Tara, and Quinn when Chad walked in. You waited for Ethan to walk in, but he never did.

“Hey, what’s up, guys?” Chad said, taking a seat next to Tara.

“Where’s Ethan?” Tara asked, knowing you wanted the answer.

“Oh, he was going to come, but he decided last minute to stay at the dorm,” Chad said, before looking over to you, “He didn’t tell you he wasn’t coming?”

“No,” you whispered, as Quinn rolled her eyes. She couldn’t stand you and hoped that Ethan wouldn’t have taken their dad’s advice. She wanted nothing more than to make you one of her victims.

“That’s really weird,” Mindy said, a confused look on her face. “Maybe you should go check on him.”

“He ignores me every time I try to contact him,” you said, “I don’t think he wants to see me.”

“That’s definitely weird because he won’t shut up about how much he misses you.”

You were so confused, but you tried to ignore the urge to go see him. Maybe he was just going through something and needed space, but you still thought it was strange that he didn’t tell you what was going on with him.

As everyone got ready to leave, you pulled Chad to the side.

“Is Ethan okay?” you asked, as Chad shook his head.

“He’s always talking about you, but he isn’t sleeping. He’s barely eating. I don’t know what’s going on with him,” he responded, a little bummed that his friend wasn’t doing well.

“I think I’m going to go see him,” you sighed, pulling your jacket on.

“I’ll be there soon, I want to hang out with Tara for a little bit,” he said.

You nodded as you grabbed your phone and started the walk to his dorm. When you got there, you knocked on the door, hoping that he was home.

Your mouth dropped when you saw his face as he opened the door. His eyes were sunken in, he was very pale. He looked like a shell of his former self.

“Baby, what’s going on?” you asked as he gestured you in.

He sat down on his bed beside you but didn’t want to speak. He didn’t want to put you in danger.

“Please talk to me,” you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

Hot, fat tears started to flow down his cheeks. You pulled him close to you as he sobbed into your chest.

“I don’t know why you want to be with me. I’m worthless,” he cried, your heart shattering at his words.

“Baby, why do you think that? You aren’t worthless,” you said, a few tears slipping past your bottom lashes.

“I’m nothing. I’m weak. I don’t deserve you,” he was choking out his words between sobs as your fingers ran through his hair.

“Ethan, I love you. I love you with all my heart. I don’t want you to talk about yourself like that. You’re perfect the way you are,” you whispered to him as you kissed his forehead.

“No, I’m not. My dad always compares me to my brother. He’s always been the golden child while I’ve been the black sheep of the family,” he said, your nails gently dragging across his scalp as you tried to soothe him. He’s never mentioned his family, and it really pissed you off that anyone could make this sweet boy feel this way.

“You’re always golden to me, baby. You mean so much to me, and it breaks my heart that you feel this way.”

In that moment, everything clicked in Ethan’s head. He knew he didn’t need his dad because he has you. Someone that loves him unconditionally.

“What if we just leave?” he asked, sitting up to look at you.

“Why do you want to leave?” you asked, taking his hand in yours.

“It isn’t safe here. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he said, his eyes pleading with yours.

You started to think about it. All classes have been cancelled for the last week. Most of the students have already returned home because of what happened to the guys from the Film Studies class.

“Where do you want to go?” you asked, smiling at him.

“I don’t care. I want to get as far away as possible,” he said, standing up. “I’ll grab what I’ll need, and we’ll go to your dorm next.”

You helped him grab the necessities, noticing things you knew he’d need that he didn’t seem to care about in his current state. He grabbed stacks of clothes, piling them in his suitcase.

“Can you sit on this for me so I can zip it?” he asked, as you giggled. You did what he asked as he sighed in relief, ready to get your stuff so you could get the fuck out of the state.

You walked out of the dorm and went around the back of it.

“Wait here,” Ethan said, running over to the dumpster. He pulled the robe, mask, and knife out of his backpack, throwing it away.

He was smiling when he came back over to you, looking like the normal Ethan you fell in love with. He picked you up and spun you around, before kissing you.

“I love you,” he said, as he sat you back down and his forehead rested against yours.

“I love you, too.”

Once you arrived at your dorm, you grabbed everything you needed in a matter of minutes. Ethan was deep in thought as he sat on your bed.

“You having second thoughts about this?” you joked, as he shook his head.

“No, there’s nothing more that I want than to get away from here with you,” he said, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Can we take your car?”

“I was kind of hoping that was the plan,” you laughed, as you double-checked the room to make sure you weren’t missing anything. “Let’s get out of here.”

Your hand was in his as you walked through the student parking lot to your car. Once you made it there, Ethan asked you to get in so he could put the luggage in the trunk. You thought about how Chad mentioned that Ethan hadn’t slept in days, so you decided that it’d be best if you drove.

He started to feel uneasy, so he felt around under the bumper of your car.

“That stupid bitch,” he muttered, pulling off the tracking device Quinn must’ve put on your car.

“Okay, we’re ready. I just need to run by the ATM before we leave,” he said, as you looked at him, confused.

“Uh, my dad has experience with finding people, and I don’t want him to see my card transactions wherever we end up going,” he explained, as you nodded.

You pulled up to the ATM as he handed you his card and told you the pin.

“How much?” you asked, entering the pin on the pad.

“Let’s get two thousand for now,” he said, as you turned to look at him.

“How much money do you have in here?” you asked, your eyes wide. It’s not everyday a college kid pulls two grand out of their bank account.

“I have a lot. When my mom died, she left a lot of money to me,” he said, as you rubbed your hand against his thigh.

“I didn’t know that babe. I’m sorry,” you said, withdrawing the money and handing it to him.

As the two of you crossed state lines, he finally stopped looking behind him. You felt a little nervous that he was so concerned, almost like he thought you were being followed. The further you drove, the more exhausted you started to get.

“We might need to stop soon,” you said, Ethan’s tired eyes looking you over.

“Okay, let’s take the next exit. We can get a hotel room for the night,” he said, as you nodded, a yawn slipping out.

Once you got to the room, he crawled onto the bed. You helped him take his shoes off before you snuggled up beside him.

“Thank you,” he said, as he laid his head on your chest.

“For what?” you asked, starting to relax in the bed.

“For loving me as much as you do.”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream

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kittyamore0 · 2 years

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Part two of my sweet baby where ethan is their and he wants to hold the baby and you have a talk with him about the baby and agree that he can be involved with the e

A:N: HELP I DIDNT EXPECT ‘My sweet baby’ TO BLOW UP SO QUICKLY???

Our sweet baby…

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[PART II]

RATING: SFW

FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, scream 6, ghost face, fluff, and slight angst

TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @ilovechickenwings, @alice121804, @baby-alien11, @0000-lover-girl, @astrelvs334, @babywantskith, @homebyeleven, @liyahsocorro, @iatemyhampster1, @christianyelichislife, @lil4chry, @kaiawolf

READER: To my Anons, I'll be answering your questions and putting the link for part 2 for you since i cannot tag you!

POV: 2nd person

WRITING STYLE: One-shot, fluff, and angst

PARING: Ethan Landry x Reader

Reminder: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy, or steal my ideas!

CW: Labor, Fem! Reader, pregnant reader, newborn birth, swearing, knife, fighting,

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"Hurry, Sam!"

Tara gestured towards Sam, as Sam and Tara weaved through the crowd of people at the hospital. "Tar Tara! Slow the hell down!" Sam shouts when she nearly trips on her feet, still being dragged by Tara.

"No. You start running faster!" Tara retorted. Sam could only hear a loud bang, caused by Tara's hands slamming on the front desk.

"Hi, my names Tara Carpenter. This is Samantha Carpenter. We're here to see our friend [Name] [Last name] who is currently going into labor as we speak, and you know, we were the ones who brought [Name] here. Yet, they took her from us and didn't even tell us where she went and i would like to know straight away to be there for my friends whose in pain. So, yea."

Sam chuckled at Tara's fast, angry rant. Tara just put on a, 'tell me right now or Ill fuck you up,' innocent smile while the nurse stared at her, disturbed. "Uhm...yea, right...[Name] [Last name], right? She's She's in room 317. I I'll I'll tell them, the doctors, you both are making your way there..." Tara hummed. "Thank you," she whispered.

"c'mon, Sam." Tara eagerly grabbed Sam's hands and once again dragged her towards the elevator.

Surprisingly, no one was in the elevator, but that only meant the faster they get to you. Tara kept pressing the button and Sam literally had to hold her arms to restrain her from breaking the button.

Tara had practically ran when she heard the elevator ding when she felt it stop. "Oh, my god. Tara! Calm down. Shes okay! God...dammit, Tara!" Sam started running too.

Tara shook the doctor by his shoulders and Sam was holding Tara by her waist, trying to pull her away. "Miss Carpenter, we assure you [Name] is fine " He was cut off when your screams came from inside the room.

"Let me in, or i swear to fucking god " The doctor sighs before opening the door letting Sam, and Tara.

Tara runs to you and grabs your hand, while Sam feels her phone buzz. "Mindy's on her way. Gale wants to come. Dont know about the rest..." You weakly nod and so does Tara. "She can come..." Sam lets out a quiet 'okay,' while a dirty look spreads on Tara's face.

"Push one more time, [Last name]," you whimper and shake your head. "Hey, hey...look at me," Tara looks you in the eyes with a determined look on her face. "You can do this, just a few more.."

You let out pained screams, as your vision grew blury and fuzz filled your ears, blocking out every sound...until it soon filled with a babies cry.

"There he is..." Tara covered her mouth with both of her hands, on the verge of tears. Sam awed at him. "Can... can i hold him?" The doctor nodded and handed you the crying baby.

You smiled and softly kissed his forehead. more tears streamed down your face, and Tara cooed at him.

Sam turned around to the knocking, seeing Gale and Mindy waving like crazy people. Sam rolled her eyes at Gale. Gale was literally taking pictures.

"Hi, Elijah..."

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Your keys jingled, working on unlocking and giving you access to your front door. It had been 2 weeks since your son, Elijah, had been born.

You walked into your living room, spotting Mindy bouncing Elijah on her knees. "One...two...three!" She turned Elijah to face her and let out a, 'Rah!' in his face.

She smiled and mouthed, 'hes been very good,' you just chuckled. "Oh, look! Who's that? Mommy! Mommy's here. Lets go!" She picked him up and lifted him up high, making her way towards you.

"Hi, baby boy...you're so cute. Yes, you!" Mindy grabbed her coat and boots. "Im gonna head out. Tara called, something about watching a movie. See you, [Name]," She waved and left. "Bye, Mindy!"

You walked over to Elijahs little comfy chair and placed him down, strapping him in. "Mommy's gonna make dinner, okay? Okay!" You blew into his neck, rubbing your face into his neck.

Your eyes perked up, as your home phone rang. You rushed over, hesitant to pick up. This had reminded you about how you were stabbed in the stomach 2 weeks after you found you were pregnant, and this is 2 weeks after Elijah had just been born.

You took a deep breath and put the phone to your ear.

"Hello, [Last Name's] residence. How can i help you?"

"[Name...?]"

The man breathed out.

"Im Im sorry, but...who is this?"

"Ethan. Ethan Landry."

Your throat went dry, and your hearts pace quickened. You looked over to Elijah and worry crossed your face.

"Okay. Look, whatever sick fucking joke you're playing, its not fucking funny!"

"Oh, im not playing jokes, [Name]..." You jumped back when the voice came from behind you. You turned around to see your ex-boyfriend, Ethan Landry. "I've missed you, [Name,]" You dashed to your kitchen counter and pulled out the biggest knife you had, eventually standing in front of Elijah.

"Im not here to hurt you, or Elijah," You shook your head, and he slowly lifted his hands next to his head. "You're lying. You're a sick fuck!" Ethan whimpered and mumbled something. "I didn't want Quinn to stab you. I told her multiple times to be careful, and she didn't. She's the sick fuck! I pushed her away, and " You laughed in disbelief.

"You only pushed her away when you found out i was pregnant. What if i wasn't? Gonna let her kill me?!" Ethan shakes his head and sighs.

He stepped forward, you stepped backwards.

"I fell inlove with you since the day i saw you, and me and Quinn were planning to kill Tara and her friend, excluding you, but Quinn thought otherwise." He started and you quirked an eyebrow at him

"Quinn didn't like you. I did though, so thats why i always defended you whenever she said some bullshit about you. I planned to marry you, have a baby with you. Just like this, but then again...not like this...I spent most of my time with you, rather than planning with my dad and Quinn. Guess that got her pissed." He shurgged.

"I was always gentle with you, honest. The only time i wasn't honest was lying about liking that dumb 21 movie...and liking your friends, Tara, Sam, Mindy, and everyone else..." He chuckled

"I loved you, [Name]. I still do, and i want to continue my life with you! You're all i have, all i need and want, all i could ever imagine, both you and Elijah. I have no one else than you and Elijah, regardless i want no one else, please..." You hadn't even noticed he had gotten so close, until he grabbed the knife, threw it backwards and embraced you.

"Let go! You...!" You squirmed in his arms, but his tight hold hadn't faltered. "Im sorry...Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry! I never meant to hurt you! I loved you! I'll never hurt you on purpose! I never meant to! Please believe me...!"

Eventually, you gave up squirming, crying into his chest. Everything he said. Thats what you're noticing now about him, he was right. He treated you right, never hurt you except for the scream encounters, but he had never intentionally hurt you. He would say sorry, and always end up at your door with this stupid smile on his face with gifts in his arms.

Talked about starting a family with you, cooked with you, cuddled with you, rode roller coasters, watched movies, all of it.

"I....I forgive you..." His eyes lit up, and he smiled brightly. "You do?!" You nodded. He rested in the embrace for a moment. "Can...can i hold Elijah?" You took a deep, shaky breath, but nodded.

He got up and stared at Elijah, before unstrapping him and taking him into his arms. "He looks like you..." You smiled at Ethan

You stood up, and dusted your knees. Elijah leaned towards you a bit, wanting you to hold him now. You chuckled at Ethans pout, but he gave Elijah to you anyways. You bounced Elijah on the side of your hip, before staring at Ethan.

Ethan stared into your eyes. Oh, how he missed those captivating eyes. You both stared at each other for a while, that momment both making you close your eyes when Ethan placed his hand on your cheek and learns in forward, closing the gap between you both.

It was a sweet, chaste kiss. One that you missed. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you [Name..]"

"I...I love you too, Ethan..."

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bi-ss · 6 months

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~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Summary: You agreed to arrange marriage when you were little, after seeing who you are to marry. You wish you could go back.

Warning- drinking? None i can't think of.

(Spelling may be bad as I'm very dyslexic sorry in advance)

You've been staying in your bestfriends apartment for 2 days now, you've just had more time to think about what will become of your life, you didn't get as many texts from James as you thought when you went to bed around 11PM but oh lord when you woke up it wouldn't stop going off, in all truth your phone died and you fell asleep with it on charge.

"Omg, would you turn that off.. It's 6:30, i love you, but not that much.." your friend groaned as she walked over to your phone to turn it off seeing you still in your make shift bed, you were about to get up and go get coffee but a 'huh' your friend made caught your attention.

"What? If it's something stupid, imma smack you so hard.." You look at your now bright screen to see unread texts coming through from an unknown caller, you picked it up and started reading some, with her reading over your shoulder, your were confused at first because you didn't know who it was but when finding out who thought it would be an amazing idea to text you at an ungodly time, but you soon figured it out, it was james.

You were annoyed at not only did he get home at 1am close to 2 so you would have been there for hours on your own but because he was the last person you wanted to talk to.

Rolling your eyes you went on with your life, making and drink a cup of coffee then getting ready to attend a fashion show, you weren't walking but you were invited with front row seats and couldn't pass it up, and there was have after party which you managed to get your friend into aswell somehow, so a minimum of 6 hours away from James and all the stress in the world.

"I wonder if theres cute guys there? I hope so. Ugh, after me and Josh broke up, I've been so lonely.. in bed, of course, i dont want commitment!" You watch as your best friend since college, Chloe, yapped about boys while realising for the 4th time today what's going to change when you marry James, "have you seen Joshs new girlfriend, I think we went to high school with her.. shes nice..." As she continues to gossip while doing makeup, you zone out and think about your life until she claps, getting your attention once again, "you know what?! I'm happy for Josh. I'm happy being single. He's happy being non single." She smiled at you."You should be happy you're marrying one of the most richest and most powerful men in America, probably the world, maybe.." You just nod and smile at her. You don't know if you are smiling because she's smiling or if what she said was correct, you're sure you'll find out.

While driving to the fashion show, the topic of James was brought up, "if I were marrying him, I'd be in his bed so fast," Chloe stated for the 38th time. "Is it true? The rumours about his arm, that's is.. no doubt the rumours about his dick aren't false -" You zone out from your friends rant about James when your phone screen lit up from a text... his text.. one after the other..

You zoned back in to hear chloe talking about Zeon. In all fairness, you didn't know who he was, but also, she hadn't spoken about him til now, or you think so? You were about to ask who he was until you see a modern building with lots of windows and a weird looking woman statue but with no curves and all straight lines and spikes, it did make you uncomfortable in an unspeakable way but you got out of the car and walked past it while looking down, you walked up to the bouncer you, showing your Ids and was let in, after the man blocking the door with a clipboard questioned chloe about if she was in the right place or not.

You were seated towards the end of the runway, which you didn't mind, but what you did mind was the constant camera flash some for the models but mostly for you.. that isn't helping you stay away from James, but you do like attention. The event was over later than you expected as some older women went on a rant about how fashion changed and how it was disturbing now or whatever.

You parked in a 24/7 parking zone and walked a little over 10 minutes for the after party that was already in full swing when you got there, heading straight towards the bar with chloe walking close behind to order a mocktail since you dont drink often but over to your left chloe was downing tequila shots like water, that wasn't surprising but what was surprising was when she ordered a cocktail and sent it your way, she knows you don't drink but looking around and seeing all the lady's glancing at you knowingly you thought this was one of the rare occasions where you will drink, and drink you did.

You knew from the start that marrying James Barnes wouldn't be easy from all his "fans" who are just girls throwing themselves on him but finding out he has a girlfriend? A whole other can of worms you didn't realise opened but the girls at this club were a new level of bitchy, like one tried spilling her red wine on you but ended up missing and it went over the lad next to you who weren't amused at all or when you were dancing with chloe and some other chick tried tripping you but you stepped over her foot unknowingly but 30 seconds later you did almost trip yourself up, but that's about the last thing you remember apart from getting more drink and getting hit on some else happening then dancing on someone or dancing on your companion.

But you do know 1 thing for certain is that you've woken up with a massive banging head ache in a warm bed, half dressed and with what you assumed someone sleeping next to you as they haven't moved, unless they're watching you sleep?

(Lol sorry i hadn't been posting i just moved, lmao, so that's taken most of my time)

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