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[sanguineterrain]

let me know that it's real - s.h.

Summary: You get stood up for a date. Steve finds you first.

Pairing: best friend!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings/tags: reader gets stood up, love confessions, and, wait for it... friends to lovers! shocking, i know.

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Your skirt squeaks against the vinyl of the booth as you shift. Your butt had begun to hurt around the half hour mark, and now, creeping upon nine o'clock, your legs are asleep.  

Your eyes water and you quickly dab at the unshed tears, partly out of not wanting to cry in public but also, you've spent a hell of a time doing your makeup tonight. You had felt pretty in your daisy patterned blouse and your new flared skirt, but now, it doesn't seem worth it to have agonized over such a thing. Your lips are sticky with pink gloss that you anxiously reapply every ten minutes. 

You pull out your compact again, checking your mascara to make sure it hasn't run down your cheeks. Not that it matters. 

"Miss," comes a voice from above. The waitress is back. "You gotta order something if you wanna keep the table."

She sounds sympathetic, maybe a little pitying. You try to ignore it. 

"Right," you sniffle, sounding nasal. "I'll have a, um, basket of fries. And a Coke. What time is it, by the way?" 

She checks her watch, wincing. 

"Ten to nine. I'll get those fries for you. Do you want 'em with cheese? On the house."

"Oh. Y-yes, please. Thank you."

She takes your menu and disappears back to the kitchen. You stare at the empty seat across from you, quietly lamenting. You should've known better than to accept a date with Andy Beltran. You'd been so desperate though. Not for Andy—not in a million years—but for somebody to take your mind off the true object of your affections. Even for a night. You haven't been able to think about anybody else since the tenth grade. It's, in a word, pathetic. 

Your Coke arrives first and you sip it absently, chewing on the straw. Around you, friend groups and couples alike chatter away, spending their Friday night properly. You've just wasted a whole night on a guy you hadn't even liked that much to begin with. And isn't that just like the universe, smushing your face into the dirt when you're already down. 

A knock on the window startles you. Sweet brown eyes meet your own. Oh. Steve.

Wait.

Steve? Shit, fuck! 

You scramble for a napkin to dab your extra tears. Steve stares at you for a moment, brows pinched. Then he marches away. That's fine by you—welcome, even. Especially right now, in the throes of your plane crash of a date. 

"Y/N?" 

…And he only walked away to come inside and speak to you face-to-face. Shit.

"S-Steve, um, hey. Hi. Uh, what are you doing here?" 

You hurriedly wipe your nose. Steve's brows crinkle. You can't hide anything from him. 

"Feels like I should be asking you the same thing."

"Here's your fries, hon," interrupts the waitress, setting down a plate of gooey cheese fries and a wad of napkins. 

She glances in Steve's direction, brow crooked disapprovingly. 

"Not polite to make a lady wait like that, y'know."

Steve's eyes widen. "What?" 

You hope the booth splits open and swallows you. Somehow this is more mortifying than actually being stood up. 

"No, it's not him," you say quickly. "He's a friend."

She looks at you, then at Steve. 

"A friend, huh?"

You sink into the vinyl. Steve takes a careful step forward, eyeing the waitress like she might whack him upside the head with her notepad. 

"Well. Let me know if you need anything else," she finally says, and walks away. 

Steve takes the empty seat across from you. 

"Hey," he greets gently, more tender than you deserve. 

You give a watery smile. 

"Hi, Steve."

"You look really pretty."

Pins in your heart. Steve sounds so genuine you almost want to cry. He's looking at you like you're the only one in the diner.

"Thanks," you say softly. 

"D'you have a date?" 

"Well, not anymore," you scoff.

"What? Who in their right mind would ever stand you up?" 

"Andy Beltran," you mumble. 

Steve won't ever make fun of you. He's better than that, has good friends to keep him and his hair in check. Still, you don't want to see the pity written across his face as you admit that you can't even get Andy Beltran, who's a solid seven on the sleaze scale, to go out with you. 

"Beltran?" Steve's nose crinkles. "A box of cereal would make a better date."

"Yeah, well, at this rate, I think a box of cereal is my only option."

You take a fry, the grease and salt welcomed by your growling stomach. Steve pushes a lock of hair back. He's handsome, the glow of the OPEN sign outside dancing across the contours of his face. You bite your fry and ache. 

"You deserve way better," he says earnestly, baby browns boring into you.

"Thanks, Steve."

"I mean it," he insists. "You do. You're, like, the coolest person I know." 

"Cooler than Robin? Better watch yourself."

"I can keep a secret if you can," he winks. 

You push the fries closer to him, gesturing. Steve takes a fry, then frowns. 

"Are you hungry?" 

"Well, the fries—"

"No, let me buy you a meal. We don't have to stay here either. I'll get you anything you want."

He doesn't mean it how it sounds. Steve's not promising you the world. But it sure feels like it. 

"You really don't have to—"

"Y/N," he chides. "C'mon. Let me. You deserve a good night. You got all dressed up and everything." 

Steve gestures to his own attire. 

"I don't exactly measure up here, but you should at least get a good BLT out of me."

"Okay," you agree, cheeks suddenly warm. "Thanks."

Steve beams and flags down the waitress. You order first. Steve asks for a slice of Oreo cheesecake. At his beckoning, you order a strawberry slice. 

"It'll be out shortly," the waitress says, smiling at you. 

Steve picks up another fry as she goes, shaking his head. 

"All these years we've been friends and you still refuse to acknowledge chocolate superiority," he sighs. 

"Strawberry wins every time. Plus, it's a pretty color."

Steve throws a hand up. 

"Where did I go wrong?" 

You giggle. "Guess you shouldn't have become friends with me then.”

"Nah," he says. "Best decision I ever made."

You don't know what to say to that, so you pop a fry into your mouth and ignore Steve's eyes on you. 

"What're you doing out this late anyway?" you ask.

"Robin was out today so Keith had me lock up. I was gonna order to-go here, since it's close. Didn't know you had a date tonight."

It's not an accusation. Steve's stating a fact. You didn't tell him. Which is weird, because you tell Steve everything. Except if you'd told Steve you had plans with Andy, he would've told you to cancel because Andy's a jerk. And you would've done it because Steve's right. 

And then you'd be home right now, wishing you had a place to put all your love.

"I, um, didn't think it was worth mentioning," you eventually say. "Not like I'm winning any prizes with Andy Beltran."

"Do you like him or something?"

"God, no," you say before you can think about it. 

Now Steve is really puzzled. You and your big mouth. 

"So why did you go out with him?" 

"I…" you trail off. "I don't know."

You don't have a better answer than that. You wish you could be honest with Steve. He's never less than kind when you tell him anything. 

But that's exactly what you're afraid of. You can't bear the thought of vomiting your feelings for Steve, all for him to be kind about them. 

"Well," Steve says. "You could've called me, y'know. To pick you up. I would've taken you home."

"It's late. I didn't wanna be a bother."

"You're never a bother, Y/N,” he scoffs. “Never, never, never.”

You smile and hide half of your face. 

“You’re a good friend, Steve.”

“Best friend?”

You laugh. 

“Yes, of course. There’s no competition.”

Steve beams at you, pink-cheeked, like you’ve just awarded him the highest honor there is. 

The waitress arrives with your food. You dig into your BLT, Steve his reuben. He takes a big bite and smears Russian dressing on his nose. You giggle behind your sandwich.

“Hmm?” he asks, cheeks full like a chipmunks.

That only makes you laugh harder and you take a napkin from the dispenser. You gesture for him to lean forward and wipe his nose. He scrunches his nose.

“You’d think the Harrington boy would know how to eat properly,” he says when he swallows. “Especially in such lovely company.”

You roll your eyes but your neck burns with nerves.

“Not lovely enough, apparently. Couldn’t even pull Andy Beltran.”

Steve’s brows furrow as he picks up his Coke.

“What’re you talking about? You’re the prettiest girl in Hawkins.”

“Steve.” 

“What?”

“Don’t lie to me, that’s what.”

“I’m not!”

“I’ve seen those girls who flirt with you,” you say. “I know a lie when I hear one.”

“I’m not lying!” he insists. “You’re beautiful, Y/N, I swear on the kids. It’s a fact. I’d much rather look at you than any of those girls.”

The lump in your throat grows.

“Even so,” you say, quieter than before. “It’s not enough.”

You drag a fry through your puddle of ketchup and avoid Steve’s eyes.

“Not enough?” 

“Well, yeah.” You scoff. “I mean, look. I wasn’t enough for Andy. I’m not enough for anybody.”

Not enough for you.

“Y/N,” Steve says, gentle and kind and you know that he’s trying to make you feel better, which only makes it worse. “You can’t really believe that.”

“I can barely score a date, Steve.” You laugh but it hurts. “I think it’s pretty obvious I’m not enough.”

You stare at your sandwich because you can feel the tears rushing in. And it’s so silly to cry over tonight. You don’t even like Andy. Most of you is relieved he didn’t show. But it just solidified what you know to be true: you’re not meant for this. And if you can’t even hold Andy’s attention, getting somebody you truly love is impossible.

“Y/N, you’re more than enough. You’re–you’re, God, you’re absolutely incredible. Out of this world! Not just for some guy but for anybody. Friends, family, dream job, whatever. You can do it all.”

You shake your head, tears sliding down your cheeks. 

“I’m not,” you rasp. “Oh, Steve, I’m plain. Nobody likes plain girls. I’m leftovers.”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

“But it’s true!” you cry. 

Thank God there’s hardly anybody in the diner. The waitress is nowhere to be found. You draw your arms around yourself and cry into your plate.

Your booth dips. Steve gently coaxes you further into the seat. Then he wraps an arm around your back and one over your arms. He pulls your head into his shoulder.

“Hey, hey,” he soothes. “You’re not leftovers or plain or anything like that. You’re dynamite.”

You sniffle and shake your head.

“No—”

“Yes,” Steve interrupts. “Yes, you are. I’d never lie to you, honey. You’re the most amazing person I know.”

You fist his shirt. Steve’s neck is warm and soft. His hair tickles your ear.

“I’m no good.”

“You are,” he says. “You’re so good. You’re perfect. Anybody’d be lucky to have you.”

“Not you.”

It’s a tiny confession, one that can’t even begin to encompass your unfathomable love for Steve. But you might as well have announced your crush on cable TV.

Steve freezes. 

“Me?” he whispers.

You squirm. You need to run, but there’s nowhere to go.

“Never mind.” You try to pull away. “Forget it.”

“No, wait, hey. Y/N, honey, hold on.”

You cover your face. Stupid, you’re so stupid.

“Y/N, please. Please look at me?”

Steve manages to wrangle your hands away. You look at him, tear-streaked and mortified. Steve makes a soft noise and carefully brushes your tears.

“Oh, oh. No, don’t cry,” he pleads. “Please don’t cry. I don’t ever want to make you cry.”

“I shouldn’t have said it. I’m sorry, Steve, I don’t—”

“Y/N, hey. It’s alright, it–it’s more than alright, really…”

“Don’t do that,” you hiss. 

Steve’s eyes are wide. 

“Do what?”

“Don’t be all kind and understanding. I know you spare lots of feelings, Steve. Don’t spare me.”

His hands go to the sides of your face. You sit and brace yourself. 

It’s okay, isn’t it? Steve will forgive you for loving him.

“I’m sorry,” you say again.

“Please stop apologizing.”

You shake your head.

“I can’t do anything more,” you whisper. “All I can do is apologize for how I feel, Steve.”

He traces the apple of your cheek with a knuckle, lips parted. He looks at you through his lashes and shakes his head.

“Never,” he says. “Never apologize for that.”

And he kisses you. He kisses you and it doesn’t taste like forgiveness at all. 

Your glossed lips stick to Steve’s. He puts a hand on your spine like you’re not close enough and butterflies flit in your belly. You loop your arms around his neck. 

You fit. How you thought any different, you don’t know.

Steve is warm and everywhere and you can smell his lemony shampoo and taste your vanilla lip gloss on his lips. He pulls back and holds your chin with his thumb and pointer finger.

“This is the best failed date ever,” you blurt.

Steve laughs, eyes dark and sweet. You want to kiss him again and again.

“Three years,” you say before you can convince yourself not to. “I’ve loved you for three years.”

Steve is stunned. You shift. Have you botched this good thing before you’ve begun? Have you–

He holds your face again like he can’t help himself.

“Four,” he says, because of course he has to have been in love with you longer than you have him. 

You lean back in for another kiss.

“Worth the wait.”

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Eddie Munson's royal fuck-up

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 11

Prompt: Royalty AU

Rated: G

CW: none

Tags: Rockstar Eddie Munson; Royal Steve Harrington; Meet cute; Flirting; Secret Identity; Sort of angsty/open ending

"So, tommorow…" Chrissy says from behind the folder they've been provided. It looks so posh with its dark green binding, the royal sigil embossed on it in gold print. Eddie hates it. It probably thinks it's so much better than the other folders. "When you're introduced to Prince Steven, you're to address him as Your Royal Highness. After that, you call him Sir." 

"What, really? Dude, at least buy me dinner before we start with the kinky shit." 

Chrissy shoves his feet off the desk, which almost makes him topple off his chair. 

"Can you take this seriously? A royal visit is an important matter. We can certainly use the publicity-" 

Eddie's hand crashes down on the desk. "I'm a fucking rockstar, Chris. That ain't enough publicity? This place is my baby, mine. What does that royal asshole know about what it's like to have a rough childhood? He thinks he can come here, give a little speech, smile for the cameras, and suddenly it's all about him?" 

"What, now you care?" 

He whirls on her, but the look she gives him makes him freeze. Chrissy sighs. 

"Eds, you are so busy with the new album and the tour, you haven't even met the new volunteers. I said I'd manage the place, and that's fine. But you must trust me. Just do it for me. Please?" 

*

The skate park has new graffiti, and he hasn't even seen it yet. Eddie exhales his cigarette smoke and watches how it curls up to the sign spelling Hellfire Youth Center.

Maybe Chrissy is right. Maybe he should be here more. Maybe he's been so caught up in the whole fame and fortune thing, he's losing sight of what's important, like- 

"Watch out!" 

Like guys on skateboards barrelling towards him. 

Eddie throws up his hands. The guy tries to swerve, completely tips his precarious balance, and goes flying off the board and right into him. They land on the asphalt with an undignified oomph. 

"Shit, sorry," babbles the guy and tries to disentangle his limbs from Eddie’s. "Couldn't brake-" 

"S alright," Eddie hears himself say, even though his ass hurts like a bitch from the impact and he can already feel the bruises forming. "You can fall into my arms any time." 

Skateboard guy blinks up at him and - fuuuck, he's cute! In a scrungly, beanie-stuffed-over-chestnut-locks, black-rimmed-nerd-glasses kind of way. 

For a second, nobody says anything. 

"For fuck’s sake," someone swears, and then little Max Mayfield is running towards them, ginger braids jumping with the movement. "I told you to be careful." 

"Sorry," cutie with the glasses says again. Eddie has never seen him around. He must be one of the new volunteers Chrissy mentioned. "Guess I'll need to practice some mo- ow, shit!" 

His hands fly up to cradle his knee. There's a hole and a rapidly spreading bloodstain in the fabric of his jeans. 

"Oh fuck," Eddie says, and whips his bandana from his back pocket to press it to the wound. "Red, why don't you hop inside and get the first aid kit? I'll stay here with …" 

He trails off expectantly. Cutie's eyes go wide. 

"I, erm … Dustin." 

"I'll stay here with Dustin." 

*

Dustin, it turns out, isn't just cute, but also fun to talk to. He doesn’t gush about what a huge fan he is or ask for an autograph once. Eddie never thought he'd appreciate that one day, but it gets really old really quick. 

Instead, they jump from one topic to the next, sitting on one of the benches and watching Max go on her board. Dustin has a quick, sharp wit and isn't afraid to counter Eddie’s jabs with his own, delightfully bitchy sense of humor. Damn, to think he almost missed this one. He really needs to be around more.

"I love this place, y’know? You created something great for these kids." 

Eddie jerks to attention. The sun has started to dip, casting Dustin’s smile and the hair poking from his beanie in a soft golden light. 

"Thanks man," Eddie murmurs, and feels the bitterness boil back up. "Some people seem to think it needs better publicity, though." 

Dustin shuffles awkwardly, winces when the movement pulls on the Care Bears bandaids Max has plastered all over his knee. 

"You mean the royal visit?"

Eddie huffs. 

"Yeah, man. I mean, what are they expecting me to do, bow and grovel while his Royal Doucheness prances all over the place with his perfect hair and fancy suit and thank him for it? It's not like he cares about these kids, it's all just a gig to him."

Dustin draws his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You can't know that. Maybe he does care. Maybe he's-" 

Eddie barks a laugh. "Oh, give me a break. All the royals are good at is looking important and spending our tax money. I can fucking do without-" 

"Steve? We gotta leave, c'mon." 

They both whip around. A fancy black limousine with tinted windows has pulled up in the parking lot behind them. A gruff looking man is holding the back door open and looking at them expectantly. 

Dustin sighs and stands. 

"Coming, Hop." 

"Wait, wait, what?" Eddie babbles as he walks towards the car, shoulders in a sad little hunch. "What's going on? Who's that guy? Why's he calling you-" 

And then it clicks. 

"Oh fuck," Eddie says. 

Dustin … no, Steve … no, Steven - Crown Prince Steven fucking Harrington - gives him a tight smile while the man ushers him into the backseat. 

"Thank you for your time, Mr Munson, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll try not to be too much of a douchebag, I promise." 

The door clicks shut. 

The car glides away. 

Eddie buries his face in his palms. 

"Jesus fucking Christ. He's the fucking Prince."

Beside him, wheels grate on asphalt as Max brakes.

"Wow," she deadpans. "You're in some deep shit." 

Eddie groans. 

Tomorrow is gonna be a long-ass fucking day. 

Part 2

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 [Part 3]

Sometimes you just miss your chance. Sometimes you have to take it.

Tags/Warnings: Non-Idol Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, former criminal!Jungkook, mentions of past neglect/abuse, reader has some pretty bad psychological problems (OCD, Anxiety, Selective mutism, hints at an eating disorder), hypersomnia, road to recovery, hurt and lots of comfort, angst, Jungkook has some problems with aggression and swears a lot, more TBA in future chapters

Length: I did not count sue me I guess

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It's not uncommon for him not to see you much during his work. But today, especially considering how close you've gotten to him and how comfortable, it's weird to him that he doesnt see you at all.

"Jungkook.." Hana says, catching his attention as he mops the floor of the lunch area where all hybrids had just eaten a few minutes prior. "Do you have a moment?" she asks, voice soft and kind, though he's guarded, because he knows that soft-tune she puts on.

She's talking to him like she does to the other hybrids.

Something's up.

"Sure." he shrugs, putting the mop to the side before followong her to the side. "What's up? Did I do something?" he wonders, hands in his pockets while he leans against the wall behind him.

"I think you've already noticed that 268- the hybrid you've been spending time with.. She's not here." Hana says, and she doesn't need to say your name to make his eyes harden. Technically you don't have one after all, only your ID number he's able to recite back by pure instinct. He knows that she's talking about you. There's no one else she could mean.

"what about her?" he asks suspiciously, already irritated because deep down, he's got his fears. Maybe you've been adopted. Then he should be happy, right?

Except he isn't.

"She's been transferred..." Hana says, sighing before she crosses her arms in front of her, a clear sign she's going to try and justify that action while also blocking his for sure incoming anger. "...to a correctional facility in Daegu."

"What the fuck?!" he loudly barks out as soon as he hears that, visibly distressed. "Do you know what they fucking do to hybrids in these shitholes?" he demands to know, fists curled tightly as hed pushed himself off the wall vehind him, walking a step towards her. "She's gonna be even more traumatized in there, good fucking job!" he scoffs.

"please, a bit more quiet-" she tries as she notices some hybrids looking. "-she's gonna be fine. They're trained in cases like hers-"

"and if she doesnt comply she will just be sent to another, and another, and a-fucking-nother! Great solution, really!" he barks out, pulling the nametag from around his neck aggressively. "I'm done participating in this bullshit."

"Jungkook-" she tries, but he's already walking.

"I've got a week left of this work and I've not taken any days off." he says grimly, turning around with angry eyes. "I'm taking them now." He growls angrily, leaving the area to go grab his things- when a young man looks at him, then at his nametag Jungkook is taking off in frustration.

"Jeon Jungkook?" The man says, standing next to him dressed in all black, a facemask covering half of his face. He looks sketchy- and has caught Jungkook during the worst time possible.

"What!?" he snarls more or less, before a letter is pushed into his hand, catching him off guard.

"You're being summoned to court." the man says. Jungkook's blood runs cold at that.

"I've done the community service shit, what the hell?" he argues, but almost weakly so- because he knows he's powerless against the legal system. If they believe he needs further, worse punishment, then he'll have to take it.

"Oh they know, it's not about that." the guy says. "Or at least, not entirely. Read it at home. I think you'll be interested in showing up." the guy almost chuckles, cat-like eyes showing his amusement over the situation.

"..huh." Jungkook doesn't say anything else, turning around to go grab his bag.

"Ah, and Jungkook-ssi." the guy calls out, making the younger man roll his eyes as he turns around. "could you borrow me some of your clothes?"

"..the fuck?" he squints his eyes, unsure what this stranger wants with his clothes of all things. "Why would you want my stuff?" He asks, cringing a bit.

"I think anything that's got your scent on it would do. Just bring something when you visit." the man says, handing him a card, and a plastic.. ID, similar to the one he uses to wear at the center right here. "I'm sure she'll appreciate it."

The card is from the Hybrid Behavioral Therapy Center in Daegu, contact info and location address clearly written down beneath the logo. But it'sthe plastic ID card that makes hus eyes widen, because it clearly spells out;

'Special Clearance Pass: Potential owner for hybrid 268.'

[shygirl4991]

Chapter 2 Isn't it Romantic?

A shout out to @cody-the-cat enjoy seeing the idea come to life! All art is by @alianarepasa do not repost! A Four Chapter special as thank you for all the support you guys have given me!

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Summary: SMG3 just wanted to make himself a nice cup of coffee before the work day began, but when he takes a sip from his freshly brewed coffee and passes out he will wake up to a huge surprise. Three other versions of himself now run wild in the mushroom kingdom and he has to stop them before the world learns all his secrets. 

Tags: Love Confessions, Enemies to friends to lovers, Romantic comedy, fluff and angst,

Book sighs walking up to Three “You done? We need to put our heads together and figure out how we can fuse.” Heart bites a cookie humming while Spade waits till Heart isn't looking to steal multiple cookies. Noticing what Spade is doing, Heart giggles acting like he isn't looking “I know this isn't all sunshine and rainbows but we are here together! Let's head home, get some coffee and think!” Three sighs walking ahead of them not wanting to look at Heart, Book frowns noticing the shift in Three’s behavior as they walk back to the cafe. 

Heart takes out a new keyboard from the bag humming “You think blue would like this?” Spade rolled his eyes. “Four is always on his computer. I swear that dumbass must be glued to it…so yeah he will.” While Heart and Spade talked, Book walked over to SMG3 “Feeling overwhelmed, or are you not a fan of having your heart open to the world?”  Three bites his lip staring at Heart then he walks over to the table with his leftover coffee and tosses it in the fridge “That can't be a part of me, i mean SMG4 is such a loser me falling for him ha funniest joke!” 

Book frowns “I think you should think harder about your feelings on this Original,” Heart turns hearing what Three said and frowns. Spade sighs, smacking Heart at the back of his head “If you're that worried then go show him why you're important, not that I care or anything about what happens. Just go, the idiot should be home.” Heart gives spade a soft smile before sneaking out of the cafe. Nervously he thinks of an excuse as a reason for the odd appearance as he enters the castle, there he sees SMG4 patting Beegs head with a huge smile. Heart could feel himself glow looking at the man, blushing as he approaches. “Um hey SMG4…” he takes a deep breath getting ready, Four turns around looking at him confused “What's with the pink?” Heart facepalms and groans doing his best to pull out a different trait, he crosses his arms “I made a bet and welp i got the shit end of that stick, look can we just not talk about my looks.” Four frowns before nodding feeling bad for his partner. He hums thinking of a way to cheer up the man, thinking up the perfect place he grabs Hearts hand causing the personality eyes to glow for a moment. 

“I need to do some meme research, want to join me?” he winked at Heart causing the personality to blush, then he intertwined his fingers with Four surprising him. Heart lets out a smirk that stuns the other guardian “Why of course! I may not know about living memes but an afternoon with you doesn't sound so bad!” SMG3 was feeling done with the conversations about Heart, there was no way someone like that is a part of him. His chest started to feel warm, his mind was then swarmed with thoughts of SMG4. His smile, the smug look he gives when he knows he has you beat. Three was confused as to the sudden urge to run to four and pull him in for a kiss, his face goes bright red as he turns and finally notices Heart is now missing from the cafe. He pushes Book aside looking at the empty chair next to Spade “where is he?”

Spade smirks as he paints his nails “Where is who? Oh you mean pinky, heard he got himself a hot date!” Three felt a chill go down his spine, he grabs the straps of spades overalls “WHAT DO YOU MEAN!” Book runs up to the pair pulling SMG3 away from spade, once free the personality checks his nails to make sure the paint wasn't ruined. Book sighs comforting the upset Three “Original we need to grab Heart, people will notice your strange look and that can lead to some trouble!”  SMG3 glares at Spade and nods “Yeah, we need to make sure people don't think he is me or at least belong to me bleh.” Book lets out another sigh unsure how he can convince the man that Heart is a part of him, Spade nods after checking if his nails were dry to slip back his gloves “Who cares? I mean know how many fucking people saw me?” Book smacks Spade “Behave! Are you aware of what would happen if we stay out here too long away from our body?” the other personality rolls his eyes as he opens the cafe door. SMG3 walks out the door, he was panicking he wasn't sure what that pink version of him is up to.  He did have to admit that there have been moments things were a little on the gay side between both him and four but they both agree it meant nothing. His face goes red again at the memories as Book chuckles “What's wrong original, feeling emotional about something?” 

SMG3 turns and glares at Book, the man shrugs seeing the glare “Look, Heart is a part of your emotions you can't keep denying it i mean look at you. I bet the igloo showed up again in your mind like it usually doe-” before he can finish he gets tackled by both Spade and SMG3 as they both yell “WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT!!” SMG4 was driving his forklift on the hunt for any freshly born memes while Heart was beside him humming a song. Four let out a soft smile hearing the hum, even though the man seemed upset earlier it made him happy to see and know that this ride was cheering him up “Feeling better?”  

Surprised by the question, Heart panic thinking “Uh yeah guess so! I mean how can I not when you're by my side blue!” He covers his mouth, eyes wide. SMG4 hits the brakes and stares at Heart “Blue..? I uh didn't take you as a nickname guy, it's uh heh nice i don't mind it.”  he blushes unsure how to take the sudden nickname. Heart hearing the reaction gave the man a huge smile making SMG4 mind go blank “Oh i'm so happy you like it!”  While SMG4 missed the usual look of SMG3 the side he is showing today was a rare sight, he wanted to memorize that smile. Noticing his train of thoughts he panicked, the sudden movement made him slip off the forklift. He screams as he hits the floor making Heart jump off to check on him “ARE YOU OKAY FOUR?!” As heart ran over to SMG4 his hat fell off, Four stared wide eyed at Heart and the light was hitting him just right to make it look like he was glowing. Teal green eyes looking into his blue ones as the wind blows his hair, he never noticed how fluffy SMG3 hair was even in a ponytail. He stretched his hand out to him, a sight that felt familiar “Get up scrub we have memes to hunt!” 

Four takes Heart hand, he pulls him up quickly causing Four to get a little too close as their noses are now touching. Heart let out a shy giggle as SMG4 was lost in his eyes, he knew these feelings well it wasn't the first time he felt this way around Three. This time though they felt stronger, flustered he stepped back “uh thanks..” SMG3 was looking around everywhere he thought would be romantic, that's when he felt his face heat up. His heart was racing and thoughts of SMG4 was swarming him “STOP! I HATE HIM AND WILL NEVER LOVE HIM LIKE THAT!” Book and Spade freeze from the outburst, the pair exchange a concerned look. That's when Book notices a stain showing up on Three chest, he leans in seeing the stain was purple and was coming out where SMG3's heart was. “...You need to accept the truth. How long will you push Heart away! Look at yourself by pushing your heart away, you're getting corrupted!” 

Confused he looks down seeing the purple stain, he touches it and flinches from a burning pain. This meant nothing he told himself as he kept walking trying to find his last personality, Book glares at Three making Spade cross his arms “Book, if the corruption has started that means Heart is going to vanish right? And if that happens we are fucked to yeah?” Book nods looking down sadly “If we lose heart we won't be able to feel anything…we will be an empty husk..” Spade takes off his hat then takes out a photo of Eggdog and smiles brightly at it, he then looks up at three and casually shows the photo “Hey what do you think about this?” Three looks at the photo of Eggdog and softens then continues walking “It’s cute but we need to find Heart!” Spade looks at the photo stunned. Book frowns as he puts his arm around Spade “This is bad, we normally would scream of excitement how deep in the pit is original..” 

Spade sighs putting the photo back into his hat “Get your fucking hand off of me,” Book lets out a nervous chuckle as he steps away from the man. Spade watches as the purple stain grows, he growls showing his sharp teeth as he stomps forward passing Three as he hunts down Heart. Heart was having a fun time watching Four take pictures of memes and writing down notes on them. Heart opens his mouth then freezes as he feels sharp pain go through his body. He looks down and sees the color on his overalls start to fade, his hands start to shake “Heh…still rejecting me…why…what did i do wrong?” Heart eyes start to water realizing he was being erased. SMG4 stands up excited to show a meme he found when he noticed Heart was shaking “Three are you okay?” Heart jumps hearing Four and starts to run away ignoring the man calling out to him. If he were to die he wouldn't do it in front of SMG4, the world starts getting blurry as he falls to the floor.

He could hear the panic in Fours voice nearby giving Heart more strength to get up and run “I…can't stop,” he then locked eyes with Spade running towards him. If heart didnt feel like he was going to pass out he would tease the tsundere personality for looking so worried. Spade dashes and catches Heart “HEART! GUYS I FOUND HIM!” Heart coughs and breaks down crying as he sees more of his color fade “Spade…i don't feel so good..” Spade nods patting Hearts head “Don't worry pinky, if i have to i will beat our original ass just know i'm not doing this for you alright? I'm just doing it because I would hate to lose my love of bombs.” Spade blushes as he picks up Heart and runs to the others, SMG3 eyes go wide seeing the energetic personality so weak and pale. The teal green eyes have gone gray, the rest of his clothing was slowly following. He reaches out to only feel sharp pain in this chest “AH FUCK WHAT IS THIS PAIN?!” he drops to his knees shaking as he looks at his hand covered in a strange purple liquid. Book slowly walks up to Heart and holds his hand “The pain is your heart dying…every time you reject him the more you reject having emotions. Heart is dying because you can't admit no because you're too much of a coward to admit the truth.” 

Book glares at Three “I SMG3 Logic admit the truth that i am in love with SMG4,” Three shakes his head causing more pain, Heart eyes flicker red for a moment as Spade sighs his face turning red “I guess…yeah i could be in love with that idiot so what?!” SMG3 shakes his head making Spade angry  “LISTEN FUCK FACE! WHAT'S SO WRONG HAVING FEELINGS! I LOVE BOMBS AND VOILENCE WOW HOW FUCKING HARD WAS THAT TO SAY!” Heart taps Spade letting him know to put him down. Heart eyes glow red as he gets closer to Three then smacks him “WHY CAN'T YOU ACCEPT ME! WHAT DID I DO WRONG!” SMG3 starts to cry as he suddenly hugs Heart. Spade and Book take a step back surprised, heart softens as he wraps his arms around Three. As SMG3 kept crying slowly the color was returning to Heart ��I…what if he stops being friends with me…i cant..i can't lose someone again.” 

Heart lets out a giggle “ Love is scary but remember what happens when you don't let me do my thing? We lost Terrance..and he never got to know we loved him like a son..please stop rejecting me.” he looks up his eyes looking into Hearts. He felt the pain slowly leave his chest as he wipes his tears, Heart gives him a soft smile starting to feel himself again “Honestly why are we so stubborn with our emotions hehe.” SMG3 lets out a soft smile “I love SMG4…i really do and im scared about it,” Spade rolls his eyes “Nothing to be scared of, not like that bitch can do anything if he does I BLOW HIM UP HAHA!” Three sighs watching Spade letting out an evil laugh.  Book lets out a huge smile “I’m so glad we got over that, cause now we have a new problem. Wasn't heart hanging out with SMG4?”

“SMG3 WHERE DID YOU GO!?” Four was running around in a panic wondering where SMG3 was. Three and Heart stand up in a panic “Shit!”

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Party

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Word count- 6.8k

Includes- First meeting, wall sex, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, table sex, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine

@yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana

@tannie13 @itstyraaxx @borntowalkaway

Jungkook POV

I make my way towards Jin, who's sitting by himself listening to the music

I've mingled with the other idols at Hobi's listening party as well as hang with Jimin and Tae

I know Jin is uncomfortable not really knowing anyone but us, Bang and P Dogg.

He was anxious before the party, worrying about talking to people he doesn't know

We assured him he doesn't have to mingle and he's been sitting alone for awhile

I decided to keep him company for a little

"Hey", I say sitting next to him

"Hey", he answers

"What are you drinking?"

"Alcohol"

I roll my eyes, "No shit. What kind?"

"Beer", he answers, handing me his cup

I take a sip

Not bad

Handing it back to him, I look for Hobi

And proceed to choke on air

There's a girl, hugging Hobi and she's drop dead gorgeous

And the clothes she's wearing, holy shit

So hot

"Who's that?", I breathe

"Who?", Jin asks, looking in the direction I am, "Oh. That's Jo"

Hold up

"Jo? As in his best friend?"

"Yeah"

"I thought Jo was a boy"

Jin shrugs, "No she's a girl. I remember him telling us."

Yeah but her name is a guy's name

Hobi's only ever called his best friend from home Jo

"Her name is Jo"

"Short for Joanne. You don't pay attention when we talk"

Ok fine, I'll give him that

I don't listen for the most part so Hobi could have said something about Jo being a girl

Obviously he did if Jin knows her full name

"Like what you see?", Jin smirks

I give him the side eye, "Are you blind? She's hot"

"No I'm not blind", he snorts, "Yes she's very hot. But I'm noticing your reaction to her"

"Just her looks", I answer, "I don't know her"

"Maybe you should. Maybe you can finally date someone instead of fucking anything that walks"

"Hey!", I argue, "I don't do that"

He raises his eyebrow

"Fine. But it's not anything. I don't fuck all the time and it's not just anyone"

I mean it's people I know like girl staff members

I've had a few one night stands but he's making it sound like it's every night

It's not

"And FYI I don't need a girlfriend"

"Yeah but I don't think you should just fuck Hobi's best friend. I think he'll take issue with that"

"She's her own person", I say defensively, "If she wants to fuck then I'm not gonna say no"

He sighs, "Can you try to get to know her? She's important to Hobi and you can't just smash and drop her"

I roll my eyes

I should be able to fuck her if I want to but I also get Jin's perspective

She's Hobi's friend, she's going to be around

I may have to see her if she comes to something else for Hobi

"I can get to know her", I give in

"Great", he nods approvingly

"Do you think I should go over there?"

Jin shakes his head, "Hobi's introducing her to people. She already met Jimin and Namjoon. He'll make his way here"

He's right

I don't wanna seem desperate

Staying in my spot, I watch Hobi introduce her to Tae, hoping he gets to us soon

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J POV

"Hi I'm Tae", Taehyung says, smiling and shaking my hand

"Hhh...hi", I manage to get out

"Nice to meet you", he says

"Yes very nice", I say, like an idiot

I can't believe I'm meeting BTS members

I had no idea that I would be invited to Hobi's listening party when I called him to congratulate him on his solo album

But he did invite me and here I am

Meeting my idols

"So Yoongi isn't here", Hobi says, as Tae goes back to talking to Jimin, "He's sick"

"Oh that sucks. I hope he'll be ok"

"He will", Hobi assures me

I'm so proud of Hobi

He's worked so hard for years, for BTS and I'm proud he's the first one to release an album

He's so talented and he deserves all this and more

I told him so on the phone and as soon as I got here

I missed my best friend but I understood when he left Gwangju for Seoul

He was following his dream

I'm just glad he never forgot me

Still kept in touch, still called me and now that I moved to Seoul, making time to see me, inviting me to his party

He's so famous and popular but he's the same Hobi I knew from childhood

"But he's here", Hobi says, wiggling his eyebrows

"Stop", I playfully scold, then ask, "Really?"

"Yeah, he's over there with Jin"

I casually glance over and catch an eyeful of Jungkook

Who's looking at me

I immediately turn away, my face so hot

Hobi is laughing and I glare at him

"Don't be scared Jo. He's just like any guy"

I raise my eyebrow, "You're kidding right? He's not just any guy. No one here is just any guy or girl. Except me"

Hobi shakes his head, "He's just a person like everyone else. And a huge pain in the ass. And a dork"

I giggle, "Yeah but all of you are dorks"

He puts his hand to his chest, giving me an exaggerated shocked face, "Excuse me"

I roll my eyes, "Oh please Hobi. You know you're a dork"

He smiles, "Yeah but I learned from you"

"Fair", I answer, smiling

"So you wanna meet him?", Hobi asks

I do

I really do

But I know I'm gonna be an awkward idiot

Jungkook is someone I've had a huge crush on for so long

Well as much as one can have a crush on a celebrity

And Hobi loves to make fun of me for it

"I uhh...I"

"You'll be fine. C'mon", he says, putting his arm around my shoulders and steering me in Jungkook's and Jin's direction

"He's already looking at you", Hobi says quietly, "The way he's looking means he wants to fuck you. Whether you do it or not is up to you"

"Uh what?", I gape

"You heard me. And you're a big girl, you can decide what to do on your own"

"You don't care if I chose to...you know?"

He shakes his head, "Nope. Have at it. Or not. Just don't get upset if he doesn't want anything more. He's kinda a man whore. So fair warning"

Great

I mean why wouldn't he be a man whore?

He's fucking hot, the golden maknae of course girls are going to throw themselves at him

Of course he wouldn't see me any differently no matter who I'm friends with

It's slightly disappointing but I can't do anything about it

And I don't have to sleep with him

We can just be friends

All too soon we are standing in front of Jungkook and Jin and my legs are slightly shaking

"Kookie, Jinnie this is my best friend Joanne. Or Jo if she says you can call her that", Hobi says looking at me

I nod

"Jo it is", he amends

"Hhh..hi", I stammer like a complete moron

"Hi", Jin says standing up, "Nice to meet you"

"Yes. It's amazing to meet you", I say like a total fangirl

Jungkook stands up and I look up at him

"Hey", he smiles, "Nice to meet you too"

My whole face is on fire but I manage to smile, "Great to meet you too"

"So that's all the members that are here. You can meet Yoongi a different time now that you live in Seoul"

He better not be about to leave me alone with them

I just met them

I thought he'd stay with me awhile

He looks at me, "I'm gonna mingle some more"

Oh god

He's ditching me

I glare hard at him, "Hobi"

"Don't worry Jungkook and Jin don't bite"

I gape at him

I'm so gonna kill him

He's dead

"Actually I need the bathroom", Jin says, then excuses himself and leaves

No, I can't stay here with Jungkook alone

Where is Jimin?

Jimin is always attached to Jungkook in the behind the scenes videos they take

Or Tae?

Where are they?

"Alright well Jungkook will hang out with you", Hobi says

"Yeah, cool", Jungkook answers

"I uh-", I start

"Great. I'll see you later", Hobi interrupts

He kisses my cheek, then leaves before I could say anything

Oh god

I turn back to Jungkook, so fucking nervous

We just stand there for a few seconds then I say, "Uh actually I need the bathroom too"

He nods, pointing the way, "It's over there. I'll wait for you there"

He nods towards a table

He's gonna wait for me?

Why?

That's so strange

"Uh yeah ok", I answer, then turn and head straight to the bathroom so I can get a fucking grip and talk to him like a normal person

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Jungkook POV

I sit at the table with my wine as I watch her practically run to the bathroom

She's nervous

I get it, I'm nervous when I meet celebrities too

I almost shit my pants when I met Charlie Puth

I saw Hobi talking to her, maybe warning her about me

I hope he didn't

She's so much more beautiful than I thought so that helps me want to get to know her

It's shallow I know but it is what it is

She walks back into the room and I call her name, waving her over

She comes, a wary look on her face

"Sit", I say, gesturing to the seat next to me

If I'm gonna get to know her, I should be able to hear her

"So, how long have you known Hobi?"

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"Pictures Jungkook", Namjoon says as he walks by us

"Yeah in a minute", I answer

I'm too engrossed in her story of how she won the tug of war for a PS5

She grabbed it first but someone tried to take it from her

"The guy was strong but I wasn't letting go. It was mine. He knew it was mine. He keeps saying that I'm a girl so I don't need it"

Idiot

I hate when guys think girls aren't gamers

I know lots of girls, online of course, who play games better than guys

And I discovered she is one

I discovered a lot of things about her while we talked

Her friendship with Hobi, her job as a video game designer, her likes, dislikes, favorite things

I already know her favorite video games are the assassin Creed series

I know she loves old games like Mario

I know she loves Pokemon and her favorite is Charmander

Her favorite color is black, she likes makeup, she loves chocolate especially Reese's, she lives in PJs, she's a black belt in taekwondo, she lives in a small studio apartment, she moved here from the U.S., her parents are both Norwegian, she has no siblings and she has a boy German shepherd named Rexy

She's so cool and for once I'm glad I listened to Jin

"Did you curse him out?", I ask

"Yes. He hit my hand to make me let go and I punched him in the face. That made him let go of the PS5"

"You punched....no way!"

She nods, "He hit me first. There were witnesses. One guy said he was going to deck him if I already hadn't. That's how I got my PS5."

"You are amazing", I gape, "Seriously so bad ass"

She smiles shyly, blushing, "Thanks"

I nod just as Namjoon screams my name

I snap my gaze to him, "I'm coming!"

"I'll go with you", she says, "If you want"

I nod, "I want"

Standing, I take her hand, tugging her along with me

As I pose for pictures, I see her taking some too

When we're done, I go back to her

"Lemme see", I ask, gesturing to her phone

She blushes but shows me the pictures she took

A lot is just of me

One where I'm doing Tae's peace sign, one doing the rock sign

As I scroll I find a picture of me sitting at the table waiting for her when she went to the bathroom

I show her the picture, my eyebrows raised

"You looked cute", she shrugs helplessly

I smile, seeing how cute she is

"It's a nice picture", I say, handing her the phone back

Standing in a minute of silence, I ask, "Dance?"

"Uh. I don't really-"

"Please?"

She hesitates then nods

Taking her near the guys, I face her, starting to move little steps

She just stands there, her face on fire

"C'mon Jo. You can move. Just go side to side"

I show her, doing an exaggerated dance, making her crack a smile

She starts to move with me and I nod encouragingly

We keep dancing and she starts moving her feet too

As I watch her, I notice she can dance, I just think she's too self conscious

I can fix that

I offer her some of my wine and she shakes her head

"It's just a little", I encourage

She bites her lip then reaches for my glass

She sips some, smiling at me

I'm surprised that I'm having a lot of fun with her

I still want to fuck her, no doubt about that but I am having fun

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After a few more drinks, we're both loosened up

Not drunk but loose

"Kookie", she giggles as I do exaggerated faces and silly moves, twisting my body around

"Like my moves?", I ask, wiggling my eyebrows

"They're very nice", she snorts

"I don't think you can look away", I tease her

"Yeah, it's like a train wreck. I can't look away"

I pout as the song ends

"Fine", I sigh dramatically, grabbing my drink, "No more dancing"

Instead I lay down on the small stage, on my back, my knees up, holding my glass

"Jungkook get up", she laughs

I giggle shaking my head

"C'mon", she says, coming over and taking my hand, pulling me towards her

Instead, I pull her to me and she tumbles on top of me

"Oof", she says, her upper body on my chest, "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you"

"Pft no, you're not heavy", I answer, moving on my elbow

"Yeah well I'm sorry anyway", she says, her face so close to mine

"It's fine", I say, my eyes moving to her lips

So pretty, so pink

I wonder if they're as smooth as they look

Without thinking, I close the distance between us, pressing my lips against hers

As soon as I do it's like everything in my world changes, everything flips

Holy shit

She kisses me back, her arms moving around my neck

"Guys", Hobi interrupts

We pull away as I look up at him

"Take this in the back room where there's no cameras", he says, warning in his voice

Right, shit

I so don't need this leaked anywhere

Hobi helps her up as I get up

"Don't be so stupid", he growls in my ear before walking away

"Jungkook-"

"Come with me", I say, taking her hand

She nods and I lead her to the dressing room we all got ready in

Closing the door behind us, I face her moving closer

The second my lips touch hers, heat runs though my body

Jesus, her kiss is amazing

I kiss her harder, sliding my tongue in her mouth

She responds, her arms going around my neck, pulling me against her

Kissing her wildly, I roll my hips into her, my hard cock moving against her

Her hand fists my hair in the back of my head, pushing her hips into me too

As we hump each other, I slide my hands under her shirt, feeling her soft skin

She moans softly, pressing her body harder against mine

"We don't have to", I say, kissing her neck

I can't believe I'm saying this

I can't believe I'm not trying to take her clothes off yet

I want to fuck her but I'm not going to force her

I want her to want me too

"I...I want to", she says, breathlessly

"Are you sure?", I ask, still checking

"Yes, fuck yes"

"Good", I answer, finally moving my hands down, opening her pants as she kicks her boots off

I pull them and panties down while her hands shoves my Tshirt off

"Jesus", she breathes, looking at me

She bites her lower lip as she runs her hands gently on my chest, shoulders and stomach

My body trembles against her touch especially when she starts peppering kisses all over me

It feels so good

I start kissing her neck, pulling her shirt up and touching her body, her skin is so smooth and soft

And warm under my hands

I move my hands up more and more, pulling her shirt off

She immediately unbuckles my belt, pulling down my pants and boxers

I kick my shoes and clothes off, then undo her bra, pushing her against the wall

I lift her leg around me, kissing her as I touch her cunt

"Fuck you're dripping. Want me this much huh?"

She nods, whimpering softly

"You'll get me baby. I'm gonna fuck you so good"

I push my head into her and start to slip inside her slowly, inch by inch

"Fuck", she moans, grabbing my arms tightly

"Oh my God", I whimper, as I bottom out, her incredibly tight pussy spasming around my cock, "You feel so fucking good"

She feels amazing

I've never been with anyone as tight as she is, who I fit into as well as I fit in her

I start moving, in and out, feeling her tiny cunt open for me over and over, pleasure instantly running through me

I fucking love how she feels

And I love how she's clinging to me, her body right against mine

"Jungkook", she moans

I never knew I'd love hearing my name be called so much

"God Joanne, you're fucking perfect for me", I praise her, "Such a tight, wet, warm cunt for me. Perfect fit"

She really is

"Fuck Kookie, you're ppppp.....pppp....perfect for me too", she stammers, "you feel so..so....fuck"

God, I like that I'm giving her so much pleasure that she can't talk

I grab her ass, holding her as close to me as I can, slamming hard in her

"Oh god Kookie, fuck harder!", she yells

Yes, fuck yes

Grabbing her other leg, I hold her against the wall, going harder and faster, plunging my cock deep inside her cunt

"Jungkook, oh shit, Jungkook", she shouts, "I'm gonna cum!"

Fucking pure pleasure runs through me as she tightens on my cock, coming as soon as she finishes speaking, shaking and gripping my body so tightly

"Holy shit Joanne!", I yell, "Oh my God it feels so good. It feels so good"

Having a girl cum on me has never felt so amazing

Never been this good

And all I know is I want to feel it again

I keep slamming inside her over and over, listening to her shouts

"Jungkook, oh god Jungkook. You fuck.... your cock, you ..you're amazing!" she shouts

"Yeah baby? You like it?", I smirk

She nods, holding tightly onto me

I slam inside and I hit her spot that makes her scream and shake in my arms

"Oh fuck Jungkook", she screams, "Yes, yes, YES!"

Fuck, I never had any girl react like this to me

Just the way she's screaming and clinging on me is everything

"There baby?", I smirk again, "You like it there?"

I slam against her spot again, hard

"YES!", she shouts

I keep moving, making sure I get that spot every single time

"C'mon, be a good girl and cum", I urge her

She's right there and I just want to feel it again

"Oh god, oh god, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!", she screams, exploding on me

Fuck

Jesus, she feels so good and the pleasure is so intense, I'm struggling to keep standing

I adjust my hands, lifting her higher, slamming her against the wall

Shit, I didn't mean to do that

"More Kookie, I want more of you", she whines

"You can have me whenever you want baby", I groan, starting to thrust in her again

"Fuck Jungkook!"

God I love her screaming my name

"Scream louder baby. I want to hear you"

"Jungkook!", she screams louder, listening to me, "Harder Jungkook, harder! Fuck me harder! Ruin me on your cock"

Oh I will

I pound in her more forcefully, feeling her cunt clench me over and over, her slippery grip on my cock so tight

"Oh shit, you feel so good Kookie", she moans, putting her face in my neck

Her hands move to my upper arms and she grips me so fucking hard

But it feels so good at the same time so it doesn't hurt

I feel her pussy starts to throb uncontrollably and I'm so excited for her orgasm

"Yeah baby, you gonna cum baby girl?", I moan, "I feel you want to"

"Yes I want to Kookie. Fuck, make me. Please", she pleads, "I want to cum on you"

Fucking hell, she's making it hard for me to not cum

"Fuck Jo, I want you to cum on me too baby. You feel so fucking incredibly good when you do"

"Yeah? You like it baby?", she asks

"I love it. I had it twice and I already want it so much more. All the time", I murmur, "So give me baby"

Thrusting into her spot, she screams my name, her body shuddering against me and her hands squeezing my arms so damn hard

"Oh fuck baby", I yell, feeling the mind blowing pleasure

She rides out her orgasm on my cock and I pull out when she's done, setting her down

"But...but-", she babbles

Moving my mouth to her ear, I tell her, "I'm gonna eat your pussy"

"I...uh...what?", she asks, her confusion so cute

"I'm gonna eat your pussy", I repeat, "See I've been imagining what you taste like since you walked into the fucking party"

I move my hands down to her cunt, running my fingers on her

Fuck she's so wet

"And I want my mouth here", I tell her, "I want to see if you're as good as I think you are"

"Fff..fuck", she whimpers

"So I guess the question you have to answer is are you gonna let me eat this cunt?"

"Yes, fuck Jungkook, yes"

"Good girl", I praise her, then kiss her cheek before dropping to my knees

Excitedly, I open her legs, her cunt so cute, so pink and so wet

I run my tongue along her pussy once, making her moan

I never wanted to eat a girl out more than I want to eat her out

I start to lick her pussy quickly, sliding up and down, tasting her juice

"Fuck you taste so fucking good", I tell her, swallowing her juice while I feel it run down my neck

"Jungkook", she yells, her hand going in my hair, pulling

I'm so surprised at how good it feels and that I'm letting her as I don't like people touching my hair

But with her I'm more than ok with it

Swirling my tongue around her, her legs start shaking and she starts to fall down

"Stay up baby", I say

"I can't. I can't", she moans, "It feels too good Kookie. Your tongue feels so good. I can't"

I really like that

I like that my tongue makes her feel so much pleasure that she can't stand up

I pull away, standing up and she whines so loudly

Then I grab her and pick her up

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J POV

He picks me up, carrying me to the table in here and lays me on it on my back

I watch him pull a chair to me, sitting down, immediately spreading my legs open wide, putting his hands on my inner thighs and holding my legs open

I feel his tongue slide up my pussy again, slowly

Pleasure hits me fast, making me shake

I still can't believe this is happening

I had sex with Jungkook

Jungkook from BTS

And he was fucking amazing

Not that I thought he wouldn't be

And now he's actually eating me out

And his tongue, fuck, he knows how to use it

My mind is blown

I can't believe he wants me like this

Me

A nobody

"Fuck, baby you feel good against my tongue", he groans, "So wet, I love it"

Jesus Christ

He loves it?

I can't...this is insane

He licks my clit and I can't help but whimper, my hand burying in his hair

"Hmm my girl likes it there?", he teases

I nod, "Yeah"

He keeps licking my clit over and over, the tip of his tongue rubbing the same spot

"Kookie, fuck", I moan

God it feels so good, his tongue working me so well, pressing hard so I can feel everything

"Gonna cum baby?", he asks

"Mmmm"

I can't talk

The pleasure is turning my mind off

He puts his mouth around my clit and sucks

"FUCK!", I scream, my body arching from the table on it's own

"Good girl", he praises, then goes back to sucking

The pleasure is so intense, I can only feel

"Cum for me baby. I want to taste you", he pleads, "Please"

Is he really begging for my cum?

Goddamn that turns me on so much

"Give me", he begs

His next suck on my clit causes so much pleasure and I can't handle it

My body shakes hard and I cum so fucking hard, pulling his hair and screaming his name

I love screaming his name

"Jungkook!", I scream, "Oh god Jungkook"

He lets go of my clit, his tongue sliding down my pussy, while I cum

"Oh my God", he moans, licking over and over, "So fucking good baby girl"

"Www...what?", I breathe hard

Did he really just say what I think he said?

"Your cum tastes so fucking good", he repeats

Oh my god, he did say that

Holy mother of God

"Fuck baby can I have more?", he asks

"Yyyy...you....www....want...", I stammer

"More. Yeah baby", he says, sucking on my clit again, "Please?"

"Yyy...you can have anything you want"

He starts sucking my clit hard and fast, making me squirm under him from the pleasure

He switches to licking me, his tongue gliding all over me

"Oh Kookie, baby", I whimper

He slides his tongue inside my pussy, making my hips snap up into his face

"Oh shit", I yell

No one has ever done that to me before

I can't even describe how good it feels

"Baby likes my tongue in her pussy?", he teases

"Yes fuck, yes", I shout

"You want me to do it again?"

"Yes"

I feel his tongue slide back in and I fucking love it

He licks out and up my pussy then back down, going back in

I feel myself getting closer and closer with every lick

"Jungkook..fuck...I'm..I'm..", I whimper

"Cum baby", he says, then slides his tongue back in

I clench as hard on as much of his tongue that's in, coming all over it

He makes moaning noises while he licks and it's getting me so horny

I don't know how

I've never came this much and I've never just wanted more of someone

Only him

I just want to feel him inside, feel him move, feel his kisses, his hands grabbing me tightly, his skin on mine

I just want him

"Baby girl is so good", he moans, pulling away, "So fucking sweet"

"Yeah Kookie?"

He comes on on top of me, kissing me everywhere

"Yeah baby. I'm going to be thinking about how you taste all the time now", he murmurs

Oh damn

He pulls me up, helping me to stand

"I tasted you, it's only fair you taste me", he says, kissing my cheek

I mean it is fair

And I do wanna suck his cock

"Ok", I answer, dropping to my knees, licking his length automatically

"Fuck, baby", he moans

God his cock is so big, so thick and so hard, pretty veins along it

Moving my mouth around his head, I suck on it, keeping my tongue on the underside, licking as I go

His hand slips in my hair, gripping loosely, his head tilted back, eyes closed, moaning

God he's ethereal

And he looks like that because of me

God it's such a power trip

Breathing in through my nose, I push further on his cock, feeling the thickness open my mouth more

Jesus fuck, this thing fit inside me how?

And he bottomed out every time too

Sliding up and down his cock, suck too, loving how he feels in my mouth

Loving how he tastes, how every so often his cock throbs, loving the pretty sounds he's making

Every bob of my head, I take him a little more in

His head presses against the beginning of my throat and I choke

He immediately pulls back, concern on his face, "Are you ok?"

I nod, "Fine"

Taking him back in my mouth, I want to get him all in

I want to feel his huge cock in my throat

I've deepthroated before but none have been as big as him

I move him in to where his head is back at the beginning of my throat

I take a breath and push further, getting him in

I gag, with him telling me, "You don't have to baby. Don't hurt yourself"

Ignoring him, I keep taking him in, until I get him all in my throat

I suck on him softly, getting used to his size in my throat

It's not too bad once he's all in

"Baby, fuck. You're mouth is amazing"

If I could smile, I would

Moving my head, I start bobbing back and forth on his cock, fucking his cock into my throat

He yells in pleasure, my name coming from his mouth over and over, his fingers tightening in my hair

I continue pleasuring him, loving how his cock throbs in my throat

Why I love it, I can't tell you

I just do

"Baby, I can't. Fuck it feels so good, fuck"

I feel him move out of my mouth, his thighs shaking

"Open your mouth", he gasps

I do, sitting back on my legs

"Tongue out"

As soon as I do, he rubs the underside of his cock on my tongue over and over

"I'm gonna cum. Do you want to taste it or do you want me to cum down your throat?"

I want to taste it

Hands down

I need to know what he tastes like

"Taste", I manage to get out

"Fuck, good girl. When I cum, suck on my cock ok?"

I nod

I can do that

"Fuck, Joanne, fuck", he cries

I feel hot thick cum on my tongue and I immediately close my mouth around his length that's in my mouth, sucking hard

His taste hits me hard and oh my god, it's so good

Fuck, how does cum taste this good?

I don't know but I want fucking all of it

Sucking desperately, I swallow over and over, sucking everything out of his cock

"Mmmm", I moan

"Fuck you like it baby?"

I nod, still going at it hard

After a minute, he whimpers, "Stop"

I don't want to but I don't want to hurt him

Pulling off him, I'm shocked to see his cock hard

"Uh..."

"You're sucking baby. Got me hard again"

Oh damn

He helps me up and suddenly he shoves me on the table, climbing on top of me, kissing me deeply

"Can I go back in baby?", he asks

I nod, "I want you"

The smile he gives me takes my breath away as he moves on top of me

I wrap my arms around his back, pulling him against me, feeling his soft skin on mine

He kisses me, his lips so soft against mine, his tongue so good against mine, his lip ring cool against my lip

He runs his fingers up and down my body, heating every nerve

I move my hands along his back feeling his muscles through his skin

Jungkook has a reputation for being very strong and that reputation is true

I can feel the strength in him and it's fucking sexy

He wraps my legs around his waist, still kissing me as he pushes in

God, he feels so good

We both moan and my body lifts off the table, pressing into his

My body just wants to feel his and he grabs onto me, keeping me against him

He starts moving slowly, in and out, waves of pleasure rolling over me over and over

"Jungkook"

"Joanne, baby you feel so good. How do you feel so good?", he murmurs against my shoulder

"I.. I don't know Jungkook. But you feel incredible. No one has ever felt like you", I whimper

That's a fact

It's just too bad this is a one night stand and that's all he does

He moves faster and harder, making everything feel so much better

"No baby, no one has ever made me feel as good as you do", he groans, kissing me, "No one compares to you baby. No one"

It makes me feel good to hear that although I know he's just saying it in the moment

He thrust harder, slamming into me, making me scream

"Yeah baby girl. I love hearing you scream"

Pleasure crashes over me with every thrust

I start moving my hips up, meeting his thrusts and he goes in so much deeper

"Holy fuck!", he yells

I grab onto his arms again, squeezing tightly, the pleasure intense

One of his hands is gripping my thigh so hard as I tighten on his cock and he shouts in pleasure

"Oh my god baby. Don't let go. Please don't let go", he begs

I love that he's getting so much pleasure from being with me

His next slam makes me snap and I scream, coming on him again

"Good girl. Again baby girl", he urges

Jesus Christ he feels so good moving inside me

I don't want him to ever leave

"Please baby, I need it", he moans, pounding right into my spot again

"Jungkook! Oh god!"

He starts moving so fast, smashing into my spot over and over, while I move my hips up, making the slams even harder

"Jungkook!" I scream again, my orgasm exploding all over me

My body shakes hard against him and I can't stop it

Oh god it feels so good

"Baby!", he yells, "I....I can't baby. I want to cum baby. I want to cum inside you"

Fuck me I want that so much too

"Yes Jungkook, fill me up "

He shouts loudly as he cums hard, his body trembling on mine

"Joanne oh shit! Baby!"

I wrap my arms around him, holding him while he cums

I don't know how I can feel it, but I feel him coming and holy hell it feels good too

Everything he does feels good

When he finishes he collapses on top of me

I just hold him to me, kissing his neck and shoulder, running my fingers up and down his back

We lay there for a few minutes, until he stirs, lifting himself off me

"I'm sorry", he says, "I didn't mean to squish you"

"You didn't", I assure him

"Oh", he says, then holds his hands out to me

I give him mine and he pulls me to a sitting position

He looks at me with an unreadable expression before he looks away, turning to get his clothes, I guess

Tightening on his hand, I pull him back, making him face me

Pulling him closer, I run my fingers in his hair once then kiss him

It's not a hard, wild kiss

It's a soft gentle kiss, one I just want to feel before I never see him again

Pulling away, I avert my eyes, scooting over to the side and getting off the table

Heading to my clothes, I dress quickly and when I turn back to him, I see him pulling on his shirt, the last of his clothes to go on

Getting my phone out, I look at the time

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Jungkook POV

"Holy crap", she squeaks

"What?", I ask, startled

I don't know what I'm feeling right now

It's not something I feel after having sex

I want to hold her, fall asleep with her

I was almost out when I realized I was still on top of her

I've never fallen asleep with a girl I had sex with

Ever

This is the very first time I ever had a feeling that I want to

And that last kiss that just happened?

Totally blew my mind

I haven't been kissed softly or gently

It's always hard and rough because that's how the sex is

She just threw me for a huge loop

"It's 2am. Shit, I have to go. I have work tomorrow"

I just nod, ready not wanting her to leave

"I gotta find Hobi", she says

"Ok. Let's go", I answer

Getting back to the party, she beelines straight for Hobi

I watch her talk to him, smiling and giving him a big hug

I see her say 'I love you' to him and I instantly get jealous although I know it's friend love

I need to calm down

She kisses Hobi's cheek, then turns walking back to me

"So I'm gonna go", she says, "Thanks for hanging with me. And uh....um...you know. I had fun"

"Yeah me too"

"I guess I'll see you around"

"Yeah I'll see you", I say, feeling hesitant

She starts to turn around and I just speak, "So uh, can I have your number?"

She turns back to me, tilting her head, "Huh?"

"You're number", I repeat

She looks at me warily , "Oh uh look Jungkook, I'm not really a friends with benefits type of girl. I know we just....but I don't normally do that, so if that's what you're looking for, I'm sorry but it can't be with me"

I nod, understanding completely

"Well it's a good thing I don't want a friends with benefits thing with you", I answer, "I want to date you"

Her eyes pop open in shock, "You want...really?"

I nod

Yeah I like her

A lot

I got to know her a little like Jin asked me too and all that did was make me want to know more about her

Makes me want to try and see if we'll work

"Yeah. I wanna go out with you. Take you on a date", I say, "And we don't have to have sex again until you're ready to. I can wait"

She just stares at me and I think that she may not want to date me

Maybe I just assumed

"If uh, you know that's what you want?"

"Of course that's what I want", she blurts, then slaps her hand over her mouth, her face so red

But honestly I'm just smiling at her reaction

"It is?", I ask shyly

"Yeah Kookie. I.... I always liked you. As a fan. You're my bias. Meeting you was like a dream come true. And everything else that happened....I never expected it. Not in a million years", she says softly, "And I guess...I'm hesitating because I can't believe that you'd want to date me. A nobody"

"You're not a nobody Jo", I tell her, "I'm not going to lie ok, when I first saw you all I wanted was to fuck you. But Jin suggested I get to know you because you're not just any girl. You're Hobi's best friend. And I never listen to any of the guys but you have no idea how happy I am that I listened this time. I got to know you a little and all I want is to know more about you. I really really like you and I want to see where this with us can go"

She smiles and it really is beautiful

"Yeah Jungkook, I'd like that too"

I smile at her too, in relief and excitedness

We exchange phone numbers and say bye for now

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips

"I'll call you", I promise her

She nods, smiling, "Ok"

She kisses my cheek, then walks to the exit

I watch her and I know I have the goofiest smile on my face

I'm gonna call her tomorrow

I can't wait to take her out and spend more time with her

I think I may have just found the girl for me

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Enough, Enough Now.

Summary: You're getting married! Why can't you stop crying?

Jason Todd x ExReader

2.5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Only. Chocking, Oral, angst, HAPPY ENDING. Dick Cameo, Kate Cameo.

Enough.

"Hey kid, how you feeling?" Kate asks as she steps into the bridal suite, "holy shit, you look good." She smiles as she takes in your wedding dress, the fancy style of your hair and the exquisite way you've done your makeup. 

"Kate, i-" you turn to her, tears already welling in your eyes.

"Oh kiddo," she rushes forward, embracing you in a tight hug, her fingers gently brushing the tears as they start to fall, "you know you don't have to do this."

"I know, I know," you start to sob into her shoulder, "I want to. It's just-"

"Jason." 

"Yeah, I feel like he's here. Like he's watching me, still."

"He's not here." She pulls you back, holding you by the shoulders, "It's only us. Dicks on his way, but Jay-"

"I feel like I'm doing the wrong thing," you confess, deflating into an armchair, "I just- is this even fair to marry him when-" 

"Look at me, kiddo." Kate says sternly, smiling down at you when your eyes meet, "This life, it's not for everyone. I think you're smart to get out. God knows I wish I had."

"I still love him."

"It'll pass."

Meanwhile on a rooftop across town.

"Figured I'd find you here." Dick smirks, his face taking up the full view of Jason's scope, "thought you weren't coming little wing."

"I'm not. I'm just here to make sure she's alright."

"Let me take a peek." Dick pushes him out of the way so he can stare down the scope, noticing how you're held in Kate's arms, "doesn't look okay to me."

"I know. She's been like it all morning."

"Go to her."

"Dick, I can't. You know I can't."

"Why not? Just tell her you love her and steal her away. Shit man, I'll help you."

"She's getting married! It's not like-"

"Like what? Like you still love her? Like you know that she loves you. It's easy."

"It's not easy. She deserves better than me Dick. Someone safe and fucking normal like Dr whatever his name is."

"I thought you'd know better than to tell a woman what she deserves."

"It doesn't matter anyway." He says with a sigh, sliding down the guard rail and pressing his face into his hands, "it's done, she's getting married Dick. Whatever I want, it doesn't matter. It's too late."

"It's not. Never is, little brother."

The Bridal Suite.

"Sorry I'm late, got caught up," Dick smiles as he walks into your room, giving Kate a quick high five, "time to tag out Katie, I got it from here."

"Good luck, she's a mess." Kate says, grabbing her coat and a glass of wine, "I'll see you in a few." She kisses your forehead, wrapping her strong arms around your head and giving it a squeeze.

"Thanks Kate," you wipe the tears away, "I'll be alright."

"Course ya will. I'm here now." Dick beams, encircling your waist and pulling you into a hug.

"Have you seen him?" You blurt out as soon as Kate exits the room.

"Yeah. I saw him."

"He's here isn't he? I can feel him."

"Aren't you marrying someone else?"

"Yeah," you sigh, "guess I am."

"Good. So tell me, is this really what you're wearing?"

"Fuck you! This dress is perfect."

"Dude, you look like a cloud."

"I do not!" 

"Kind of do. Like a big white fluffy cloud."

"Don't be a dick on my wedding day." 

"Comes with the name."

"Whatever, we should get going."

"I just need to go to the bathroom." He smirks, "don't wanna have to pee during and miss the ceremony." 

"Fine. Actually, could you help me? I was going to ask Kate, but-"

"How do we do that?"

With a lot of maneuvering and lifting and twisting of your fluffy cloud dress you finally manage to get yourself on the toilet with Dicks help. 

"We're late." You mutter looking down at your phone. Noticing that you still haven't heard from him. Not a message or a call or anything. 

"Let's go then. Wouldn't want the cloud Princess to be late."

"You're not calling me that." You glare at him.

"Of course, Miss Cloud.” he extends your elbow for you, “Now let's go get you married." 

The walk down to the large greenhouse has your hands twitching, your nails digging into the nook of Dicks arm as you approach Eli and the rest of your life. Are you making a mistake? Fuck, why does it feel like you are? Like you should be walking down to meet someone else. Someone taller, bulkier, eyes blue as the sky that's shining through the windows.

"It's all right, Cloudy. It'll be ok." Dick squeezes on your hand, "I can help you run if that's what you want."

"No. I just-" you shake the thoughts from your head, "nerves."

"No need for that, puff n fresh." 

"You're right."

"Righter than you think," he smiles as he presses a soft kiss into your hair, before pulling the veil over your face, "Open the door." He says to the attendant who's standing by, "she's ready."

The door swings open and your eyes are already downcast. You're thankful for Dicks sturdy arm leading you down the aisle. You can hear Selina, her gentle voice coming from the left, telling you how pretty you look. Dicks hand squeezes yours as you feel water starting to fill your eyes. This is wrong. That you shouldn’t be doing this. It’s a mistake. You stare up at Dick to tell him as much, but he only gives you a reassuring smile. He releases your hand to rest his on your back, "I got you." He whispers, "it's alright."

"I-"

"Just a few more steps."

You keep your eyes on Dick as you stop. Unsure you can even look Eli in the eye and tell him no. You can't.

"You're not here to marry me," Dick smiles, trying to pry your hand from around his arm, "turn around, little cloud."

You give him a nod,  turning in place to face Eli. Your eyes still downcast when you notice heavy combat boots in place of Elis signature loafers. Your eyes travel upwards, the suit pants are wider though just as black. You fixate on the strong hands that reach down for your veil, unable to look up. Are you imagining this? Is your heart going to fall onto the floor when your eyes meet his?

"I'm up here, Kitten." Jason's low voice whispers as he drapes the veil over your hair and his fingers hook under your chin, "look at me."

Hesitantly, your eyes travel up as he lifts your jaw, "Hi." Jason beams at you, "sorry I was late."

"You- we." You fling your arms around the back of his neck, your dress poofing out behind you as he holds you so tight you think you might split in two. "Grayson." You mutter into Jason's neck.

"You're not mad?" Jason asks right into your ear. 

"Did you kill him?"

"No, Dick paid him off. Which was surprisingly easy."

"Asshole." 

"Idiot. I wouldn't trade you for anything." He starts to kiss into your neck. "You wanna get married, Kitten?" He asks as he sets you on your feet, "be a shame to waste such a pretty dress."

"Yes."

"Good girl. We can sort the rest out later."

You can't stop smiling, the world seems to have gone from the wrong way up to spinning so fast in an instant. You're disappointed in Eli first of all for being so easily bought. But you can't be mad at Dick for what he did, though the uncertainty of what's going to come after this is niggling at the back of your mind. The voice is small, almost inaudible under the joy in your bones.

As the night draws to a close you say goodnight to all your guests, which with Eli's family bailing amounted to about 10 Wayne's and a few of the friends you'd made in town. 

"This our room?" Jason asks, scooping you up in his arms as you open the door, "it's nice. But you know what'd be nicer Kitten?"

"What's that?"

"Letting me unwrap my wedding gift."

"Jay I-" 

"Come here," he sits down on the edge of the bed, his arms reaching out for you, "Good girl, now turn around."

"I'm the gift." You realise as you spin and his lips land on your shoulder.

"Yes, the best gift Grayson has ever gotten me." His fingers work slowly to untie the corset back of your dress, gliding in and out his breath growing heavier with each tug on the ribbon. "Step out," he says holding the skirt wide for you, "now turn around." He scans over the tiny bodysuit, the white lace wrapping around you in all the right places. His lip is almost bleeding from how hard he's biting down on it.

"Can I undress you?"

"Yes, my beautiful wife. But I want to hear you say it."

"Please," you kneel down, your hands skating up this thighs, "my perfect," your get his belt undone with one flick and yank it form his pants, "handsome," you unbutton him, "sneaky, wonderful husband," he lifts up letting you pull his pants from you, "please can I undress you."

"Such a good wife." His hand weaves through your hair, "you want to suck my cock?"

"Mine now." You smirk up at him, licking at his head as he starts to grow in your hand.

"Yes Kitten." He thrusts up into your mouth, "all yours." His hand tightens in your hair, pushing himself further down your throat. "Fuck you're so good at that, Kitten." He moans, your pussy quivering at the sound. "Yes- yes- fuck. Just like that." 

You lick at the underside of his cock, sucking at the tip as he withdraws. Your nails biting into his thighs as you fight to breathe through your nose. Your pussy aching and pulsing with every breath he takes, every moan that leaves his lips and the shaky way he calls you Kitten.

"You need to stop." He shakes, trying to pull you from him, "be a good wife and stop." His fingers yank at your hair, drawing you back and smiling at the pout on your lips, "get on the bed." He demands, pulling his tie out and throwing his jacket and shirt to the wayside as you climb onto the bed behind him. "Fuck you're beautiful." He says, sliding his hands down your legs and hooking his fingers into the snaps on your body suit. "How will I get this off you?" His teeth connect with your thigh as his lips work to ease some of the pain.

"Lick me, please." 

"What perfect manners," his head dips between your legs, "how could I deny my wife." His teeth snag on your buttons, ripping them apart until he's finally got your pussy free and he starts to languidly lick and lap at you, "so wet Kitten. This all for me?"

"Yes, always."

"I know. Always." His hand snakes up, flicking the delicate ring on your finger, "you're mine forever now Kitten." His tongue presses into your pussy, fucking into you. His thumb presses on your clit, and you can already feel your body start to tingle. 

"Jay- fuck." You arch down into him, pressing your pussy into his face. But he pulls back, his eyes searching yours.

"Kitten." He says in a low warning tone as his fingers press at you. "Say it." You start to squirm under him, "say it wife and I'll give you what you need." He palms at his cock as his fingers press into you deeper, "you can do it."

"Daddy." You moan as his fingers fill you and he presses his lips to yours, "fuck me, please fuck me."

"Again."

"Daddy please I need you to fuck me." You beg, your nails clawing into his shoulders to try and bring him closer.

"Good girl." He wraps your legs around him, his cock slapping down onto your clit, "my pretty wife." He slaps it again before lining himself up, his fingers gripping his base.

"Fuck, Daddy." You cry as he presses into you with one thrust, "fucking burns." 

"Going to fuck you like this every night." He pants, picking up one of your knees and throwing it over his shoulder, "make up for- Uh, fuck. Make up for all the nights we've been apart."

"Too many."

"Way too many." His hand gently holds your face as he starts to fuck into you. Your boobs bouncing from the force of him, your hands gripping tight on his arms to keep you in place. "Got a lot to make up for, Kitten. Starting now," his longer fingers rub at your clit, your pussy starts to pulse as you cry out into the night. "Give it to me." He moans, he brings you higher so he can fuck down into you, "give me my cum." 

You moan into his mouth as your release floods his cock, the wet slapping sounds ringing in your ear as you start to see stars, "too much," you pant as he goes harder and faster.

"More, give me more pretty wife."

"Can't."

"Yes you can. You can take it." His hand slides from your chin around your neck, "cum again and again for me. Make me fill you up."

"Deeper," his hand releases your throat for a second, picking up your other leg and pressing his cock even further inside you. Grinding down and rearranging your guts as his tongue swirls inside your mouth.

"I love you, little wife." He moans into your mouth.

"I love you," you pant back, grinding up into him, "love you so much it hurts."

"Can feel you getting close again. Let go, tell me you love me and let go. I got you. I got you forever."

"I love you, fuck. Right there. Yes. I love you," you brain starts to fog as you're overwhelmed with Jason, with pleasure and the reassurance that he's not leaving this time. You spasm, your muscles locking into place, toes curling and your back arching as you shiver underneath him. Jason's cock pulses, throbs and releases inside you, sending another wave of pleasure over you. 

Your body goes limp, your mind dead as you attempt to catch your breath. Gently Jason lets go of your legs, his body rolling you on top of him as he pants beneath you. His fingers rubbing through your hair as you bask in the afterglow.

"Are you ok little wife?" He asks in the softest tone you've ever heard.

"Wonderful."

"Good, get some rest." 

"What happens now? Are you going to give him up?" You say, already feeling sleep pricking at your eyes.

"We'll talk about it in the morning. I think I found a compromise."

"Not going back to Gotham." You admit, wondering if maybe you should have had this discussion before, ya know impulsively getting married.

"I wouldn't ask you too. Dicks got a plan."

"Are we joining the circus?" You ask, nuzzling into his chest. His strong arms wrapping around you, holding you close.

"Oh, little wife. You joined the circus the second I laid eyes on you."

Taglist.

@lovelyrissa @megumisbabymomma @nutmeg030 @gone-batty-fics

AN: My brains kind of broken at the moment so im just going through and finishing all my WIPS

[ladykailitha]

Hello,

I am probably being a mom about this (having been described as a mother hen even before I had my own kids), but I have a very different take to the two most recent gifs of Joseph Quinn I've been seeing today.

Both of them were at a film festival where he is very dapperly dressed in that cream suit with the black button down. I can't find the gifs right now, so you're going to have to hope I describe them well enough (writer power activate!)

The first one is of him standing with another man, older and taller than Joe. The man puts his arm around his shoulder and Joe makes this funny hand sign, like he was trying to do the horns and the peace sign at the same time and then just ends up awkwardly waving.

And everyone is going on about how cute and goofy that little wave was. But I think people missed the part where as soon as the other guy puts his arm around Joe, his arm holding his jacket immediately goes up and knocks the other guy off. Then you can see him go "oh shit" and he turns it into the awkward wave.

And for me it's that little "don't touch" move that makes the wave a little less cute and little bit more, "poor Joe!" Because he shouldn't have to turn him setting his boundaries into an awkward wave as to not get in trouble.

And the second one. Joe is talking to someone else but it doesn't seem like the person is a guest (the guy is wearing a t-shirt and shorts). He's got something in a wine glass that he is holding both casually and stiffly. And he appears to be upset and he's saying something like "that's just how I am" or something like that. Which I originally thought he was saying "that's not how I am" but the second word looks more "just" and the third looks more like "how" the more I'm watching it.

First off I don't like how the shot is framed. It looks like someone filmed it from angle where Joe didn't know they were filming him. Well, same for the other gif, too. Because in both he's not looking at the camera filming him. I get at events like this people are going to be filming all over the place, but these two both seem to have caught something they shouldn't have.

In the second one's case he looks like he's having an argument or something.

Now here's where I get really uncomfortable, because if this is after the awkward wave, this could be him complaining that he didn't want to be touched like that and "that's just how I am". Because if that's the case whoever is doing the filming of these caught Joe in the act of having his boundaries violated, by violating further those boundaries.

I don't know. I could be reading too much into it. Projecting my own feeling on him. But it does look like that to me. And this isn't me saying "oh you can't find it cute!" because I'm not. I'm just saying he doesn't look comfortable and we should examine why.

And since this already too fucking long, I'm going throw in another Joseph Quinn problem I have.

How different he looks from Eddie Munson to his other roles or just in general. I can't find the article now (shakes fist), but Joe talked about how on Stranger Things he dropped 10 kilos or 22lbs to play Eddie so he looked younger and was more sinewy. That he fasted, gave up carbs and had one coffee a day to look the way he does in season 4.

Like actors shouldn't have to do that shit for roles. Isn't there a healthier way to do that? So when that one picture popped up today of Joe looking into the camera I saw someone tag (could have been @vecnuthy) that it looked edited in some way. But it was the most Eddie like I'd seen him look since the show dropped. And if it wasn't edited that means that he dropped those 20lbs again.

And of course I hope that means Eddie's back but even if it is or it's for another role, I hate how thin he looks in that picture (and I love his "slutty Eddie waist") means he's crash dieting and that makes me sad.

Sorry about this. Just...ignore me I guess. But I don't think we talk enough about how actors go through this shit as much as actresses do just in different ways.

[misseffect]

7 snippets, 7 mutuals

Thanks for the tag @otemporanerys!

Tagging a lot of people who have already been tagged: @diaphanouso @helila @dispatchwithlove @kalliesa @angry-jager @dwarrowdams @serendipitys-teapot

All of these are from my Mass Effect F1 AU: Flashpoints

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Singapore Shower

One moment Garrus is holding her by the arms, water rolling over his shoulders – there's a knotted look on his face; his mouth is moving but no sound is coming out, which is weird – and the next she's lying on her back on the shower room floor.

"Shepard? Hey – c'mon."

Garrus is kneeling beside her, pinching her arm gently, holding her legs in the air with his shoulder. She feels heavy, like her bones are full of syrup, and the thumping behind her eyes is keeping time with the fuzz crowding her vision.

"Shit."

"It's alright." He sounds further away than he should, and so does the water still beating down on his back. "You passed out for a second, that's all."

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Shepard Does An AMA

probinguranus6969 - Would you rather fight 20 duck-sized Jokers or 1 Joker-sized duck?

janeshepard54 - I know your reddit handle joker

probinguranus6969 - damn it

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FaceTime Antics

She fishes another biscuit out of the packet while Garrus props his phone up on the side and heaves his suitcase onto the bed. It’s a nice enough room from what little she can see: old-fashioned, like the rest of the place, but in a plush, cared-for sort of way.

“Oh, by the way–” Crunch. “–you don’t happen to know how the dark web works, do you?”

He unzips the case and flips the lid. “Not really. Why?”

“I got called up for drug testing at Paul Ricard and my sample went missing,” she says, chewing glumly. “Joker’s winding me up about it; thinks someone’s selling vials of my piss on the black market.”

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Normal Thoughts To Have About Your Bestie's Car

The second he starts to ask the car for more, everything changes. 

It feels familiar – in fundamentals, sure, in throttle and steering output – but there’s something else, too. It’s more pliable than the Hierarchy car, more predictable than anything Omega or Archangel could give him; it's unlike anything he’s even driven, but somehow he knows it. Like catching a familiar smell in a place you've never visited.

And then it hits him.

It's not the car. It's her.

He knows Shepard's driving style almost as well as his own – reactive and twitchy, nose-heavy, late-braking, all faith and guts – and this thing lives and breathes it. It takes everything he's got to give, the good and the bad, and amplifies it tenfold. It grins and says c’mon, I dare you.

It’s not just a car designed with her in mind. It’s like wearing her clothes.

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Not To Be Dramatic But I Would Die For Mr Blobby

Shepard rounds the corner into the kitchen to find Mr Blobby loitering by the back door like a pair of cow-coloured slippers.

“He’s in a time-out," Hannah calls through the open window, paintbrush in hand.

“Aww, Blob.”

Mr Blobby makes a mournful rrrr sound. There’s a dab of brown paint on the end of his tail.

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Shepard Has PTSD Probably

It's not a nightmare really. Sure, it wakes her up every few hours, sweaty and unrested, and when she closes her eyes again, it drops her right back where she left off, but it's not scary. She's not being hunted or chased. She's not standing at the front of class with no clothes on. Nobody's dying.

Shepard's driving a road car on suburban streets - shifting, nebulous streets; faintly European but also faintly not - and somewhere in the distance, there's a fire.

There's a fire and she has to reach it.

She can see a column of black smoke in the distance, catch the odd lick of orange between buildings, but every turn she takes feels wrong and by the time she doubles back, the smoke isn't where she thought it was. It's in her rearview mirror, or out to her left when it was on her right. Sometimes a fire engine blasts past her in the opposite direction, the wailing siren fading before she can follow.

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Everybody Hates Conrad

Mathematically Shepard could win the Championship as early as Japan, five races before the end of the season, and it shows. Media seems to come naturally to her in a way it never has to him, but still; he’s never seen her so relaxed this early in the year. Al’Jilani can’t draw her in with pointed questions about Anderson giving her an easy ride and she doesn’t even bother taking a bite out of Conrad Verner.

“Any comment on rekindling your relationship with Thane Krios?” he asks, his big square face expectant.

Shepard scratches under her chin. “Why am I always the last person to find out who I’m dating?”

There’s a ripple of laughter. Emily is checking her watch and people are starting to shuffle their belongings around.

“Are you going to answer the question?” Conrad calls, but by then there’s enough ambient noise for everyone to plausibly ignore him.

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @destielbuddiepipeline before it was even Wednesday for me. But now that I've actually been to bed and had some coffee, I was inspired by Temptation Tuesday and started this bad boy (just for @destielbuddiepipeline bc they got super excited for it, which made me excited so I put words to the screen.)

This is my Buck is an NFL quarterback and in a secret longterm relationship with Eddie, who is the newest member of the 118. Chim and the others are really curious about their new team member who has years of experience, shares little about his personal life, and never works a shift when the L.A. Rams have a home game.

“HOLY SHIT!” Chimney shouts the moment the tweet pops up in his notifications. ESPN and the NFL app follow shortly after with the same breaking news.  One of the top quarterbacks in the league was coming to L.A. on a blockbuster trade.

“Put ESPN on!” Chimney demands as he pushes himself away from the kitchen table and quickly shuffles his way over to the lounge area.

Jefferson doesn’t hesitate and immediately changes the channel from the Bones rerun to a panel of sport analyst of ESPN.  Scrolling across the very bottom of the screen read, “Breaking News: Evan Buckley traded! Headed to Los Angeles Rams!”

“Oh my god! Our chances at the Super Bowl just skyrocketed!” Chimney exclaims in pure delight.  High fives are spread all around with those who actually appreciated the Rams.

In the distance a phone rings in the captain’s office.

“It’s official.” Maddie says over the phone. Eddie hums, watching the muted ESPN channel as the panel of several sports’ analyst freak out over the block buster trade. “And you’ve given your notice? To both districts?”

“Yea. Captain Royce is sad to see me go but thinks the change of scenery would do me good. Which I don’t know if I should be insulted or not.” Eddie answers.

Maddie is silent for a moment.  She was probably remembering how Eddie almost lost his life during rescue attempts after Hurricane Harvey. Or maybe she remembers the nasty custody battle he went through with Shannon just before she was killed in a hit and run. There was also Buck’s leg injury that almost ended his career and Maddie’s ex-husband trying to kill her only to end up dead himself.  There were several not-so-great memories wrapped up in Houston, but neither of them actually says it out loud.

But yea, the change of scenery would be good for all of them. The Texans just weren’t the team for Buck anymore and the L.A. Rams were just on the precipice of another Super Bowl run.  They believed Buck was one of only a handful of missing pieces to make it happen and Eddie could see by February next year Buck hoisting the Lombardi.

“LAFD is one of the top fire departments in the country.  They’ll be lucky to have you.” Maddie finally says.

Eddie laughs, “Well they may be just a little too excited. I’ve already been assigned a house even though we won’t be out there until end of May.”

“Oh? Which house?”

“118 with Captain Robert Nash.”

Ya'll I even made a fake tweet with an actual sports person who basically has all the inside information for the NFL. He always breaks the big NFL news first. This will probably end up being a long one shot. The timeline is an odd mix of canon 9-1-1 and actual NFL events mixed all together.

Also it pains me greatly to make another NFL team so amazing and win the Super Bowl that isn't the Kansas City Chiefs. But since they won this year, the pain is less.

Tagging: @ebdaydreamer @buddiefication

[claymorexpunisher]

We're Not Just Messin' Around (18+ One Shot)

Pairing(s): Liv Morgan/OFC

Summary: Liv and Harper have always had an unspoken attraction to one another. That attraction comes to a boiling point during a long day of traveling...

Disclaimer: All of the characters in this work of fiction are consenting adults. If the type of content that I make sure to tag isn't your cup of tea, do not read it. Also- I always try to get certain themes as accurate as possible but I'm not perfect. Either way, I hope you enjoy!!🖤🖤🖤

Tags: 18+, mommy dom!ofc, sub!Liv, mommy kink, consensual kink, friends to lovers.

Word Count: 2,297

Those of us in the Smackdown roster had a long day of travel ahead of us.

We were headed to Boston, but we had a 3 hour and 25-minute layover in New York.

So, Liv, Lacey, and I had explored the town for a bit before we decided to come back to the airport with enough time to board our plane.

I let Liv rest her head on my lap as we waited for our flight to be called and I slowly carded my fingers through her silky blonde hair…

It felt nice to have these moments with her where it felt like it was just us in our own little world.

Liv and I often skirted the line between just friends and romantic partners.

Neither of us ever denied having feelings for each other whenever people asked-and they asked a lot.

But we never unpacked any of that.

I guess I should thank Lacey for how this situation ended…

‘’Mommy… wait… mommyyy…’’ Liv suddenly mumbled, giggling softly in her sleep.

An amused smirk lit up my face and I was about to let her continue sleeping, until…

‘’I’ll be good, mommy…’’ I heard Liv mumble.

The words were mumbled so low, I thought I was the only one who caught them.

My hands paused in her hair, but still, I let her sleep.

‘’… Harper,’’ She moaned softly and let out another giggle.

Oh.

Well, dang…

Suddenly, Liv and I had plenty more to unpack, but first I had to deal with Lacey.

‘’… Liv. Wake up. Now.’’ Lacey said sternly, shaking Liv’s shoulder a bit harshly.

‘’Dude, relax.’’ I said to Lacey, but she ignored me.

‘’Liv, wake up.’’ Lacey barked again, leaning over me to shake Liv awake once again.

Irritated that she was ignoring me, I batted her hands away from Liv.                                                                                                                                          

But it was too late.

Liv woke up, apologized for falling asleep on my lap and she asked if our flight had been called already.

‘’Nah, not yet. I think you were having a nightmare, though. So, we had to wake you.’’

I said to Liv while I eyed Lacey, practically daring her to embarrass Liv in any kind of way and especially in front of me.

‘’Oh,’’ Liv said as she let out a soft and sleepy chuckle.

But I could tell that she hadn’t missed the animosity between Lacey and I.

Lacey clearly took my demeanor as a challenge because after a few seconds of awkward silence, she asked to speak with Liv in private.

Against my better judgement, I let out a stern ‘’No.’’

‘’Woahh, H. It’s fine,’’ Liv said, staring between myself and Lacey.

 I wanted to shield Liv from what I knew was going to be a full-on verbal lashing on Lacey’s end.

And I didn’t want to air this all out in an airport of all places.

But sure enough, when Liv and Lacey returned from the airport bathroom, I immediately noticed that Liv’s eyes were red-rimmed and teary.

The sight of her and how self-satisfied Lacey looked made me see red.

‘’The fuck did you say to her, Lacey?’’ I hissed at Lacey as I met her and Liv halfway.

Liv bypassed us both and went to fiddle with her carry-on bags as I was laser-focused in on Lacey.

‘’Ohhh, MomMy to the rescue, huh?’’ Lacey scoffed. ‘’Mind your business, child.’’

I laughed incredulously at her audacity.

‘’Hol’ up… Wait. You’re the grown adult having a meltdown over a dream that someone else had- something that doesn’t affect you directly in any way. Acting like someone committed a crime against you or some shit. But I’M the child? Get a fuckin grip, dude-‘’ I began to argue, my voice raising an octave.

Liv suddenly stepped an inch between myself and Lacey, holding onto my arm.

The hesitant way Liv reached out to me made my heart crack a bit.

‘’Harper, let it go. It’s fine. Let’s not get kicked outta here, okay? We have somewhere to be.’’ Liv murmured to me, avoiding both mine and Lacey’s gaze.

I hated the downcast look in Liv’s eyes.

I hated the way she seemed to shrink into herself, like she wanted the ground to swallow her.

Like she had anything to be ashamed of.

The whole thing was so fucking ridiculous; I couldn’t believe it.

And as she came into my line of vision, I was reminded of the fact that I wanted to minimize her obvious embarrassment.

Yet here I was, almost losing my shit and blowing up the whole situation instead of diffusing it.

Was the idea of Liv wanting to call me ‘Mommy’ a bit jarring?

Sure, maybe.

Mainly because like I said, any flirtatious interaction between us never crossed the line into anything else.

But at the same time… I had to admit that the idea was intriguing.

And sweet…

And the way it sounded coming from her lips did things to my heart and other places…

Due to our comfort level with one another, the idea of trying anything like that with Liv didn’t feel daunting or scary in any way.

But I wanted to earn that title, not demand it from her just because I now knew that she was interested in some way.

Now it was just a matter of talking things out and seeing where Liv’s head was at…

~~

I ended up switching my airline ticket along with Liv’s.

We didn’t care if we got into the next town a bit later, we just wanted to get away from Lacey and the whole fiasco for as long as we could.

Lacey had three whole seats to herself now and she could barely look Liv in the eye, so she didn’t bother complaining.

When we boarded the plane, I obviously asked Liv what went down between her and Lacey when they spoke in private.

She didn’t wanna touch the subject and so I let it go.

It wasn’t till we landed and got to our hotel room that Liv finally filled me in on the shitshow caused by Lacey in the airport bathroom.

After some reassuring that we were cool but that we’d talk about things later, Liv and I decided to chill out in our usual shared hotel room together.

‘’It was a mess, dude.’’ Liv said, smiling though I could see she was doing a shitty job at pretending to find the whole thing laughable now.

With every word-for-word recount that left Liv’s mouth, my jaw dropped further and further.

Again, I scoffed at Lacey having the nerve to call me a child.

‘’She made me feel like a fucking predator or something…’’ Liv laughed softly again, but this time her eyes watered just as they did hours ago at the airport and I didn’t miss the soft sniffle that followed.

 As Liv finally fell apart, I held her tightly against me.

Again, I reassured her that things were okay.

That she wasn’t a predator.

She was far from it.

And for Lacey to equate a certain kink personal preference with someone being a predator was absolutely insane.

It was bullshit.

‘’As long as you are also with a consenting adult and no physical, emotional, or mental harm comes to neither of you- what’s the problem? Surely her husband has called her ‘baby’ a time or two. So, what’s the fuckin difference? Surely, he’s not referring to an actual baby considering she’s a whole grown ass woman…’’ I ranted.

‘’Have you spoken about this with other partners?’’ I asked once Liv had calmed down and we began pulling back the comforter on the bed to settle down for the night.

‘You’re making fun of me-‘’ Liv began, smirking slightly despite the uncomfortable look that resurfaced in her eye.

‘’I’m not making fun o’ you!’’ I laughed.

‘’Really,’’ I said quietly. ‘’I’m genuinely curious! Have you?... I mean you totally don’t have to answer.’’ I said, noticing her silence.

I let Liv process my question, not at all pushing her.

I could see that she was beyond hurt over Lacey’s reaction and it broke my heart.

I knew Liv needed time, especially with how horribly things went down with her former friend.

Lacey, who Liv has never made a single pass at, not even in a joking manner- and as I considered that fact, I had to wonder if deep down, Liv had always known that Lacey would react that way even if Liv had just been joking.

I know I wasn’t exactly shocked by Lacey’s reaction.

-On the surface, Lacey seemed like a cool, easygoing person.

-But once you got to know her, there were certain things about her that seemed… old fashioned, let’s put it that way.

‘’Honestly? It never really crossed my mind until… until you and I started joking about that stuff,’’ Liv replied, letting the words tumble out quickly as if she were ripping off a band-aid.

‘’Oh?’’ I said, raising a brow.

I chuckled at the light blush that dusted Liv’s cheeks as we finally slipped into bed, laying on our sides facing one another.

Again, she avoided my eyes.

‘’Liv. If you ever wanted to try something like that, I’d be totally down for it. We don’t have to jump into anything you don’t want to, though.’’ I said, chuckling again as Liv buried her face into the bed covers.

‘’Are you serious?’’ She said, peeking at me.

 ‘’Course!... Look, the cat’s outta the bag already. Isn’t it? So why keep denying ourselves of something that could be at the very least, fun? I’ve never been a Mommy to anyone, but I have to admit that being a Mommy to you doesn’t sound half bad.’’ I murmured and I slowly reached to thread our fingers loosely together.

For a moment, I was unaware of how close our lips had slowly become, until Liv closed the distance and pressed our lips together in about the sweetest kiss I’ve ever received in my entire life.

As much control as I was taking in this conversation, I melted against her almost instantly.

My body molded to Liv’s easily and I held the back of her thigh as she laid on top of me and she practically straddled my lap.

I hummed softly as her tongue swiped against my bottom lip slowly, I narrowly stopped myself from slipping my hand into her pj’s to cup her ass.

‘’I don’t if… I don’t know if I’m ready to call you that yet,’’ Liv said as we slowly pulled away.

She stayed perfectly content laying on top of me while I rubbed slow, affectionate circles along her back.

I let a few beats pass before I answered, continuing to rub Liv’s back and feeling her body slowly begin to sag against mine.

She felt warm against me.

Like a steady weight anchoring me to reality and feeling like an absolute dream all at once.

Moving my hands up into Liv’s hair and letting the soft strands slide along my fingers, I finally spoke up.

‘’That’s okay. There’s totally no rush.’’ I said, kissing her shoulder.

Both of us sighed contently as she cuddled further into me, and she covered us up with the duvet with only our heads sticking out.

By now our bodies felt furnaces but we didn’t care.

‘’It’s just… I mean I know we’re not doing anything wrong. I’m just… I’m overthinking, I guess.’’ Liv mumbled against the safety of my neck.

Once again, I told her it wasn’t an issue.

As we dived into this new territory, we’d definitely have to talk about things more openly, but again, there was no rush.

~~

It took Liv shorter than I expected to actually call me ‘’Mommy.’’

But, god… when it happened I felt absolutely elated.

It felt like I could walk on water if I wanted to.

To know that she trusted me that much made so fuckin’ happy.

That was about a year ago now.

But I can honestly say that I feel just as elated when I hear that word slip out of her beautiful lips as I did a year prior.

‘’Mommy, please… more…’’ Liv whimpered.

I raised a brow as I scanned her prone body, sweaty and reddened, just like I loved it.

Liv looked stunning like this, spread out on my bed with clothespins decorating her breasts, flogger prints all along her supple body, and that hazy look in her eye that told me she was completely under my spell.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

And I knew that would never get enough.

Running the flogger along her stomach and down toward her pussy, I then swirled it slowly before I brought it back down on her thighs with a loud popping sound.

I smirked at the yelp she let out and I felt my body respond along with hers, watching the way her body arched upwards, now wordlessly continuing to beg for ‘more, more, more…’

‘’More? More what, sweetheart?’’ I cooed, licking my lips and smirking as I watched her body once arch into my touch once again as I ran the flogger along her breasts.

The action tugged a bit on the clothespins that were snuggly attached to her tender flesh and my clit throbbed as she whimpered once again.

‘’I know what you want, babygirl…’’ I said in a show of mercy as Liv struggled to string a coherent thought together.

Overwhelmed tears were beginning to stream down her cheeks the second I tossed the flogger to the side, and I rubbed her soaking wet pussy with the pad of my middle finger.

I showered her with praise as she nodded rapidly, she looked absolutely stunning.

And she was mine.

Because she wanted to be.

[manicpixiedreamcurl]

Your tags on that post you’re so right- like Lucas wanting to play basketball and move on from more nerdy stuff felt like a specific nod to his race and his need to be around more of his peers, (nerdy shit even to this day can be super exclusive and black people are constantly made to feel unwelcome in those spaces) and how he in particular struggles more with being an outcast, but they never fully address that or go anywhere with it and it feels like a total cop out and just another device to add tension. Justice for my boy Lucas 😭

Oh 100% and on top of that like idk it's so weird to me like it feels so specific also to have him get into sports as a route to acceptance, which I don't know the full context in America or within basketball but certainly thinking about Black British football players who are praised and held in such high regard (right up to the second they miss a penalty or something). Like playing a sport and being good at is it is almost a way to protect yourself and gain respect in some way even from the people that are actively racist. So that feels intentional but then it isn't treated as intentional, it's just treated as ah well Lucas isn't as dedicated to the geek lifestyle and ALSO he's proven to be wrong because Jason is a mega-prick. So HE ends up going 'I never should have wanted to be like Jason' but did he??? Really??? Or did he just want to like play basketball and not face bullying and be supported by his friends?

Like I don't think it even would have to be such a major change to a lot of the writing. Like they could have done this very briefly, where Mike and Dustin actually maybe feel bad that they didn't support their friend. And have them realise that Lucas isn't just up against the same bullying as them, but actual discrimination. And again why make Billy's character racist in the first place if he was going to be written as sorta redeemable? Could he not just have been a general bully a la Steve? Like it's such an irritating thing when they sort of allude to racism (as well as misogyny/homophobia) but don't follow it through with consequences or even the real effects of racism. So Lucas (and Erica) are being discriminated against but like the post said their feelings about it aren't at all accounted for. Racism is just treated as a kind of vague sign that somebody maybe isn't a very good person.

[schizosamwincester]

Hello! Welcome my sideblog! If you want to see me post about not Supernatural, my main is @drowninginredink.

If you're not going to read this introduction, it/its please, yes I am actually schizophrenic, and beware, incest lies ahead. The rest is below the cut.

I am watching SPN for the first time and am currently on episode S1 E21. I told myself I was going to wait until I finished S2 to start this blog... and then until I finished S1... and then my queue hit 100 posts and I realized I should just start it already. That said, don't worry about spoiling me. Trust me, I've already been all over SPN tumblr. And yes, I am already headcanoning Sam as schizophrenic despite having not yet gotten to the part where he actually hallucinates. Pretty early on, I'd seen enough from the fandom to know that Sam was going to give me ~feelings~ as a schizophrenic, but Home was what sold me on it. The way he responds to the vision is exactly like my experience of delusions. It's like having blinders on. You can't think about anything else and you need to figure it all out and fix it right this minute. It's urgent and obsessive in the same way Sam was. His body language, too, was just perfect, down to just what he did with his hands. I look at Sam, especially Sam getting visions, and I see myself. So. Sam Winchester is schizophrenic. Not in some "Sam hallucinated the entire show" way (God I hate those theories) or that none of the supernatural stuff is real. Everything we see is real, but Sam's brain also pulls some shit of its own.

Sissy - trans femme!Dean x John

Fics:

Sober II/samjohn

Webweaves:

less words/wincest

Father/deanjohn

San Cristóbal/Sam

All the posts about my pet headcanon are tagged "#schizophrenic sam winchester." Creative, I know. The occasional solely schizophrenia related posts are tagged "#schizospec education." Queue tag is #hallqueuecinations and oh boy do I have way too much stuff queued. I do tag ships so you can filter them out if you want to, but like... I am a johndean and wincest person. If you really don't want to see that, you should just leave.

A very important note, given the name of my blog: schizo is a slur. I reclaim it a lot. I was diagnosed by people who want to change the definition of schizophrenia, and so for a long time, I was explicitly told not to call myself schizophrenic. That's bullshit. My symptoms aren't quite traditional, and I am at the more mild end, but as per the current DSM? I'm schizophrenic. But because for a long time I got told "you're schizo-spec, but not schizophrenic," the word I associate myself with more than anything is schizo. I try to actually write out schizophrenic when I'm on this account, but in real life, I usually don't. But if you are not anywhere on the schizophrenia spectrum, you should not say it (unless you're tagging me). I don't want my handle to give anyone the idea that you can go around calling Sam a schizo. I can. You can't.

My purpose isn't directly to educate about schizophrenia, but I know that the general cultural perception of it misses a lot, so just by shouting about how I headcanon Sam as schizophrenic, I will accidentally teach you all things. In light of that, there will be the occasional reblog of not at all SPN related awareness posts, and my asks are always open. You all have my permission to ask rude and personal questions about it that you should not ask strangers. Schizophrenia is basically a special interest of mine at this point. I am very open about stuff, not so much because of desire to educate or what have you but just because part of my schizophrenia is having very little filter. I will say that if you ask me about the delusions I've had, you're going to get an incomplete answer because going into them too much can be triggering. Everything else is on the table, though.

My banner is from this webweave (which I made).

And once again, I am very much johndean trash, with a strong love for samjohn. I do certainly partake in my fair share of wincest as well, but really, I'm here for The Dad Ships. Point is, this blog is very much not an incest-free zone. I'd say that I'm sorry, but I'm not. You're watching The Incest Show. What do you expect? If you do not like that, block me now and move on.

Fun fact: my birthday is November 5. No wonder I eventually broke down and decided I needed to see what SPN actually was.

[stonyponyofficial]

i was tagged by @cyber--grrl to list ten songs with food and or beverage in the title. thanks fer the tag :3

ill also rate how yummy each song is for fun! 😋

1. dog food - 100 gecs: mm yummy girlkibble just for me ^w^ also very yummy song. the beginning gives me goosebumps every time, and the ending vocal noise feels very eating kibblecore.... u agree right? umm 8/10

2. Chocolate Matter - Sweet Trip: if there were something out there generically called like "chocolate flavored matter" i think id eat it. also DELICIOUS song lots of variety and good texture here 9/10

3. Cream Soda no Yuutsu - ......... : ill admit im not much of a cream soda fanatic. nothing against it in fact it sounds quite yummy at the moment i just don't really have it ever. similar feelings about the song. good i just haven't listened to it much.. feels like im on a cream soda beach being soaked in the waves 7/10

4. Lean Beef Patty - JPEGMAFIA, Danny Brown: mmm yumm yummy yummy scaring the hoes for dinner AGAIN fuck yesss 🥰😻 however just a patty? in a state of being .. maybe cooked? could just be raw meat on a plate. hmmmm. while the song would be near perfect yumminess on my Violet Yumminess Scale the title brings it down a lot... ill say 6/10

5. honeydew blue - 800 Cherries: oooh double fruits on this one :3c melons besides the famous wawermelon aren't really my go-to fruit snack but id have a little if u were having some o_o and like u were making it look really good idk... oh and id have a few of those 800 cherries u have too even tho i said i didn't really like those too... also the song is what i hear when im full from a nice fruit meal. and the triannnggllleeee 😩 chews on it. it is metal. i was gonna give this song an 8 but me not liking honeydew that much should not bring it down this song is a 9/10 yumminess

6. Fresh Meat - Diet Tea Other Cola: yet again we run into the clash between song and title yumminess. fresh meat: the song's yumminess comes from dtoc's slick lyrics and how they mix like backing screams into these songs with little midi beats? i think they're an interesting artist but thats for another time. fresh meat: the food however? would maybe not be as yummy i think. 4/10 bleh!

7. Princess Lunas Glorious Grilled Cheese Sandwiches - Cats Millionaire: i would do unspeakable things to a grilled cheese rn. especially if it was one of princess lunas 😳.... isn't my favorite off fun fun fun but is still yummy in its own right! 7/10

8. Hotel Breakfast - Bladee: listen if there's a whole buffet of shitty breakfast food im there. and if there's a bladee song about it im also there. wait he missed the hotel breakfast bc he slept too late? rookie mistake. 6/10 for missing it lol

9. Stir Fry - Migos: mmmmmm im just making myself hungry now. personally id fuck up some stir fry. chunky ass noodles. little corn. shit. and this Migos song? yummy enough to back it up 8/10

10. Piggy Pie - Insane Clown Posse: hmmmm if we're talking like a pork pot pie from the freezer section yeah sure yummy as hell. however im not sure about these fellas food handling credentials or their ingredients..... song is very crunchy and record scratchy and yummy however so to balance all this. a 7/10 yumminess :3

okay here is where i use my summoning spells.... in case anyone would like to show off their yummy songs as well ^w^ u don't have to rate them that was just for me hehe.... u don't even have to make a post we can just think about yummy songs together instead! ummm okay here i goes @numetalpuppygirl @metroid-fusion @transgirlmononoke @malicious-face @toriel-vapes @a-little-bit-poss SHAZOOO spell of increase ur notification number by one

and as always thanks for w

and as always anyone can lie and say i tagged them if they wanna do yummy song game!

[mlmxreader]

Here's how I see it: Anyone can write the most disgusting thing they can think of. Make it as fucked up and illegal as their heart's content. But KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. Don't post it on the fucking Internet.

Obviously I think people who write shit like this need serious help but if they really want to get off to their sick fantasies nobody is stopping them as long as they keep it private. There's absolutely no reason whatsoever why their nasty shit should ever be made public. If it's really a "coping mechanism for trauma" as some say it is (which I highly fucking doubt) you're still being able to vent your trauma without traumatising others.

I'm totally w you, tbh, I agree 100%.

I think a lot of what people tend to MISS is that, even if you're doing it TO COPE, there's not actually a genuine reason why it should ever see the light of day - you wouldn't post self harm injuries, or brag abt vomiting or something else. so why is this suddenly different?

and on that same wavelength, unhealthy coping mechanisms EXIST. and if a coping mechanism ISN'T healthy, then you are ONLY going to make yourself worse off. genuinely. I would know, I used to have some VERY unhealthy coping mechanisms and it did fuck me up in the long term, and I had to actually put in the work to BE better. and that's what these people AREN'T doing, if they're allegedly doing it to cope, they AREN'T putting in the footwork to BE better, they're only fucking themselves up further.

and on top of that, as you said, when you make it PUBLIC, you are exposing victims and survivors to that shit and you ARE going to retraumatise them, bc even KNOWING that accounts like that exist CAN be retraumatising for people. and it DOES trigger people, even if they never read it, just KNOWING that it exists in certain spaces (eg the "noncon" tag) can be triggering on its own. and it CAN cause people to relapse and to be worse off.

there is also the fact that by MAKING THESE THINGS sexualised on purpose (be it incest, pedophilia or rape), it's directly removing actual victims from the equation; it's removing their VERY REAL experiences and their very real triggers completely. bc these ghouls like to say "CARE ABOUT REAL VICTIMS!!!" until real victims actually come forward and speak about how retraumatising, triggering and disgusting these things are. it's "WELL WHAT ABOUT VICTIMS!!!" until victims say that making real abuse into pornography is disgusting and triggering.

bc the fact that they can't seem to grasp is that your victimhood is NOT an excuse for turning trauma into pornography. your victimhood does NOT negate you being a gross piece of shit. regardless.

and it's the fact that they DON'T actually care abt victims and survivors, either; I've had my experiences, my trauma, called into question by these cunts bc of the times I've spoken against rape porn - and it's the exact same rhetoric that was used to PREVENT me from speaking up in the first place when said trauma happened.

nobody gives a shit abt real victims until we're some "haha, gotcha!" for gross cunts who like to make porn.

and even THEN!!! EVEN THEN!!! if you told someone "oh, I get off to rape porn lol" irl, they'd punch your fucking lights out. 🤷🏻‍♂️

to wrap it up, we have the "coping mechanism" argument again, to which I say: if it's a coping mechanism for you, why are you making comments abt it like "omg this is SO hot!!", "I want him to rape me 😫", "I want to molest him SO BAD"? why are you making fucking disgusting comments like that if you're "coping"? 🤨🤨

[gaykarstaagforever]

Oh no! @alatterdayknightofjesuschrist is going to block me! Someone tell the President!

You are clearly taking this stupid nonsense way more seriously than I am. Chillax, dude.

To actually answer your weird whatever, there is no evidence for any of these people actually existing, either, besides ancient Harry Potter books about them. The basic Wikipedia article about Theudas has a whole section about how scholars are debating about what exactly any of this is really about, and whether any of it is an actual historic thing.

In that specific case I would accept that some guy named Theudas / Judas led a revolt against the Romans in the 40s, because that was the cool time for that shit and that is a pretty common name. But the fact that scholars think there is confusion in the sources between potentially different revolts by at least two guys with that name, utterly proves my point.

John the Baptiat was a relative of Jesus who, EVEN IN THAT STORY, is so willfully eclipsed by Jesus that he left nothing behind. He's fake too. What point are you even trying to make with this? All of these people were fictional, until I see solid evidence they lived. Otherwise it is just a big pile of fictional literary nothingness.

Also, giving me a reply timetable ultimatum is one of the simultaneously funniest and assiest things anyone has ever done to me on here. You are a dick, but I almost respect the dork balls on you. So kudos, if only for being surprisingly interesting.

You can block me all you want. I don't intend to follow you and do not care. But before you do, I would love for you to go through my tags of "bible" and "christianity" and reblog any of those genuinely funny, well-written posts with your yelling. So few people on here fight with me about my brazen gay antiChristianity, and it is disappointing.

You could be my own personal Ben Shapiro.

Plus you obviously enjoy this too so you are totally missing out on ample opportunities to do whatever it is you think you are doing.

I'm still looking for one person on this website who knows the Bible as well as I do. If you do, go after my shit, please. Especially if I state a wrong fact. No one ever challenges me.

I'm dead-serious. Me being corrected when I am actually wrong has led to lots of personal growth on here. Me being challenged to evolve as a person is the last fun thing life has to offer me. You might be a valuable tool for that growth.

...So long as you criticize genuine factual errors and stop being a regressive fundamentalist bitch. It isn't a good look.

You should evolve too. Try it. You might find you like it.

[samnia]

I FINALLY figured this shit out so could u maybe please make a Twdg Marlon x reader where maybe someone else in the school has a crush on the reader but Marlon also does or possibly the reader is really unpredictable and just kinda disappears and reappears out of nowhere, thanks for reading this ifu did😋😋

he third party is named Vicent (after Vicent martella)

Marlon had asked half the school where you were and still didn't have an answer! He hoped you weren't with Vicent, Marlon could sense that he was fond of you, maybe even trying to distance you away. But that wouldn't work. Being in one place for too long will bore you. Perhaps it's the same for a certain someone. He was going to need his coat back too, as winter was approaching.

Marlon saw Clementine pat A.J. on the back and hand him his pistol, then make sure it was loaded. Once A.J walked away, Marlon approached him. "Hey bud. Do you know where Y/n is?" Marlon asked, that came off more desperate than he expected. "Oh, she's gonna show me how to make maple syrup." He answered, A.J. mispronounced the "maple" like apple. It was understandable. It's possible he just heard of it until now. Being born in a place where there's no time to discuss past customs explains it well enough.

"Can I come with you?" Aj shook his head, a simple yes.

after a long walk there you were. Marlon was relieved. He was going pull you into a hug until a familiar voice spoke, "Hey Marlon, didn't know you were tagging along." Vicent said. Marlon sighed with disappointment. "We're almost done, I don't know why you'd come now." He teased. "Look, im here to be of use. Holding a twig isn't." Marlon snapped, subtly pointing at his hand. The tension between the two was ever-growing, and it was only a matter of time until Marlon punched him.

"Well, on the bright side, we have enough sap for everyone. A.j., try some!" A.j. walked over and cautiously hovered over it, "Y/n, is it poisonous?" He questioned.

"I can vouch y/n. It's good." Said Marlon. A.j. looked at Marlon hesitantly, and then dipped his finger in the pot and tasted it. "It tastes sweet." He claimed. A smile crept on his and Y/ns face, and Marlon cherished that. "It wasn't bad after all, was it? But I have to ask you and Vicent something. Can you go back to the school and ask Omar to cook it?" Y/n asked

"Yeah, you want to come along?" Vicent said. "I have to do other stuff." Y/n picked up a bucket and motioned for Marlon to join her. She held Marlon hand while walking to the fishing dock, making Marlons heart race faster than before and blush. "It's been a while since we were alone." Marlon said, picking up a spear and gifting the other to Y/n.

"Yeah, it reminds me of, never mind." They hushed. "Wait, of what? If you mind me asking." Marlon asked. He was intrigued. It wasn't every day Y/n speaks of the past. "When the outbreak happened, I'm going to be honest. All I wanted to do was be by you." Y/n whispered. He had lost he composure, but regained it and smiled. "I was childish back then. So you wanted to be with that?" He chuckled, Y/n replied, "I was too, so does it really matter?.

"Not really. I never thought you'd enjoy my company. I think we should get to fishing." They walked back.

Marlon had seemed unfocused. for example, he aimed to catch a fish but instead missed it, and his spear broke on a rock. "Dammit. I'll get another one. Stay here."

" I'll fix it, Your face looked red. What was on your mind?"

Marlon gulped at the question. He had wanted to spend time with Y/n and get some time alone with them to talk. However, his thoughts had been on something else, something that had been bothering him for a while now. "Nothing, just stressed about Vicent. That's all," he lied. "If you don't mind, why?" Y/n said. That encouraged Marlon to speak a small portion of what's on his mind.

" think you can trust Vicent? He's been shady lately." He whispered. "Kind of. Thanks for worrying about me, but that's not usually like you." Y/n teased. Marlon tensed up. "I can't help it, especially when it's you on the line." That came out more flirty and sincere than expected.

"I reckon that's not the only thing on your mind."

Marlon grabbed ahold of their hand. "You're right, I wanted to tell you, but it wasn't the right time. I've liked you for a while now." He finished. Y/n didn't seem to be involved, so in Marlons eyes, he could be rejected. Right here, right now.

Y/n smiled, "I've been waiting for you to say that."

Sorry for leading it off like that. I have some things to do, so I haven't had much time, I liked the first half, but the rest kind of died off. Critism is also welcomed, but don't be a dick about it.. Y/n lowkey has like 13 words the their name tbh