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#this sounds like i'm complaining but i am absolutely not
timelessbibliophile · 8 months
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you can say what you will about ricky and gina, but you cannot deny that they can pull off a duet because oml if that can i have this dance cover wasn't the most my ears have been blessed with in quite a while
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kazz-brekker · 1 year
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i genuinely do not think this was my professor’s intent but unfortunately by structuring my advanced creative writing class to be 99% quiet work time and 1% check-in where you go around and say like 1 sentence about how your writing progress is going this week they seem to have landed upon the exact combination of factors to make me feel both wildly isolated from the other writers in my class despite the fact that the main reason i wanted to take the course was to have a community of writers around me to talk to and also to make me have a semester-long imposter syndrome breakdown about how my book is awful and none of the revisions are working and no one will ever want to read or critique it
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sapphicboyfriend · 1 year
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sorry still ranting but this might ALSO sound childish but my sister flat out admitting she doesn't have nearly as much experience with my brother and all of his isms and constant loud verbal stimming and sleep patterns makes me want to make her share a bedroom with him for six months first before she starts making me have to share a wall with him again. like sorry but i actually know what i'm fucking talking about and you don't. he is loud and no amount of fucking soundproofing is gonna do shit. please take my word for it. he's gonna be distracting for my school work no matter what. sorry to sound like a pessimist or whatever. i also shouldn't need a reason for not wanting my space to be invaded. so
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help-itrappedmyself · 29 days
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Dead on Main AU
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Guys, I'm so sorry. But here's this!
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Danny blinks and he is somewhere else. He’s sitting at a dining room table, surrounded. There are so many people here. They’re all talking over each other, some yelling, some laughing. This scene comes as a great surprise to him, who -one blink ago- was trying and failing to do his homework at home in his room. Danny shoots up, his chair making a horrible noise as he pushes it away so fast it tumbles over. Everyone in the room turns to look over at him like he’s insane. 
“Oh my god, who are you people?” Danny did not mean to say this out loud, but at the sound of his voice he startles. Danny takes a moment to assess, and then, “Oh my god who am I?”  He is tall, and big, and this is certainly not his body, what is he wearing.
The boy sitting to the right of Danny, a little shorter than he is, with black hair and blue eyes (though now that he’s paying attention that does describe most people in the room),  starts chuckling lightly. “Uh, Jason? Are you good?” 
Danny turns to stare him right in the eyes. “What day is it?”
And he can tell the concern around the table is just ratcheting up every time he opens his stupid mouth.
“Did you hit your head on patrol?” The voice comes from the only blond and one of the only girls in the room, who's to the left of the person across from him. The person across from him is another boy with black hair and blue eyes who is studying Danny in a way that makes him uncomfortable, that under-a-microscope look that makes you feel like you’re failing at something.
“I have no idea if Jason hit his head.” Danny says. “I was just trying to remember if it was my birthday.”
And if he thought the room was busy when he first arrived here it is absolute pandemonium now. Everyone starts shouting and asking questions that he can’t even hear over the shouting. Someone with white hair in a suit just came through a door he didn’t even see earlier to stand by the only person not shouting, who -Danny would guess- is the only other adult in this room, witting at the head of the table. He also has black hair and blue eyes, and where almost everyone else’s reaction was panic, he froze instead. The person across from Danny also isn’t shouting, but the person next to Danny on his right has now fully stood up and looks like he might actually jump across the table to win the argument he ended up in. 
“Are you Jason’s soulmate?” is the main gist of the shouting that Danny can interpret but he’s more concerned with actual Jason at the moment. If they switched bodies... Then Jason might be in trouble…
“Hey, I forget, how long is this body swap supposed to last again?” Danny asks.
“Until you and Jason have physical contact. You have to actually meet.” The boy sitting across from him explains. He seems like one of the only ones that heard Danny talk, everyone else was still shouting. 
“Oh, that just seems terrible. What if we’re in different countries or something?” Danny complained. “Everyone in the world is just supposed to be able to drop everything and afford to fly across the world. The universe is really trying to screw people over now. Honestly, am I in a different country? Where even are we right now?”
“You’re in Gotham.” This voice was new, coming from the head of the table to Danny’s right. 
“Oh no. Nope.” Danny started backing away from the table, almost tripping on his overturned chair. “Absolutely not, no, how do I get out of here?” He starts earnestly looking for a door to get out of this place, but there are three doors he can see and he has no idea where any of them go, and doesn’t this room have any windows? What kind of a room doesn’t have any windows? Do they like to eat in a basement?
“Jason- not Jason. Uh, you need to calm down, everything will be fine alright, We’ll get you and Jason introduced no problem.” Danny swivels to track the voice and it’s the one who was sitting next to him, he’s walking towards him with his hands up and out in front of him. 
“I have to get home.” Danny breathes. 
“We can get you there, promise. Now, I’m Dick, can you tell me your name?”
“Your name is Dick? Who named you Dick?” Danny is so confused he’s stopped panicking. “How old are you for you to go by the name Dick?”
“Okay, rude.” Dick sounds like a petulant child so Danny’s estimations for his age are continuously dropping. “I’m 24.”
Danny snorts. “Okay.” The blond girl starts laughing over at the table. “I’m uh, I’m Danny.”
“Nice to meet you. Sort of. I’m Tim.” The guy from across from him had made it over to stand next to Dick. “There’s a lot of us here today so the one laughing like a hyena is Steph. That one there is Duke.” African-American, still with black hair but he has brown eyes and waves once introduced. “Damian is the short one next to him, and Cass was sitting across from Dick earlier. Our dad, Jason’s dad-” 
“Not my dad!” Steph interrupted. Tim waves her off.
“Everyone but Steph's dad, is over there, Bruce. Alfred, our butler is the one next to him.” Alfred gives a slight nod to his head. Bruce is just staring at him.
“So, names out of the way. You said you wanted to go home, where do you live?”
“Amity Park.”
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astranyx · 3 months
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So I'm sure you've all seen this picture before:
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It's gotten a surprising amount of use here on Tumblr. So allow me to regail you with the tale of how it came to be.
A while back, (like five or so years) Facebook would not stop inundating me with an ad for a "build it yourself" Hurdy Gurdy kit. Naturally I complained about it to my friend group since it was absolutely ridiculous. Well after about three or so months I finally broke down and bought the damn thing. This immediately prompted my best friend @thevoidwatches to make an edit of the popular Garfield propaganda meme to read "You are not immune to the Hurdy-gurdy." And we all had a good laugh about it. Void ended up helping me build the Hurdy-gurdy which was a very fun time, even though the cursed thing sounds like a dying cat. But even still it's a very beautiful to look at piece so I keep it around.
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A bit of time passes and @theshitpostcalligrapher opened their askbox to get some good good shitposts to make calligraphy of, and naturally I had to get the meme immortalized. However I didn't remember the wording void used for some damn reason, and ended up submitting "I am not immune to the Hurdy-gurdy"
So why am I telling you all this? Well 2023 just ended and my friend group did our holiday gift exchange. And when I opened up my gift I found out that my best friend @anonforlackofabettername commissioned shits to make me a truly curséd thing.
BEHOLD:
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A new and improved version of the infamous "I am not immune to the Hurdy-gurdy"!
Apparently anne got pictures of the damned Hurdy-gurdy to send to shits for the drawing right in front of me, and I had no idea what their true purpose was for.
It goes without saying that I absolutely love and adore this gift. Now I just gotta find somewhere to hang it up.
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jinwoosungs · 1 month
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{ 013 }
- how they say goodnight to you -
featuring: gojo, geto, nanami, megumi, yuta
[ gojo ☽ ]
the moment gojo finds you already caught in a deep slumber was the only time he willingly remains quiet. his usually upbeat and cheerful voice being toned down into a hushed whisper of your name; the affection he felt for you being so evident and clear.
even his footsteps were lighter, tiptoeing across the hardwood flooring of your shared room as a soft smile graces his features. he carefully sheds off his clothes, never once looking away from the sight of your sleeping features. once he was comfortable enough, donning only a t-shirt and shorts, did he finally slide beneath the covers with you.
gojo feels the way you stir in your sleep, softly whispering to you how he was finally home to protect you from all the scary curses that go bump in the night. from beneath the pale lighting of the moon, he swore that he saw your sweet smile as you instinctively inched closer to him.
he wraps his arms around you, aquamarine eyes shining with absolute love and adoration, bringing you even closer to him when he wraps his arms around your back. his eyes slide shut while he allows his parted lips to meet with your forehead in a sweet kiss.
"goodnight, my love. i hope you have sweet dreams about me..."
[ geto ☽ ]
geto was never one to reject your need for affection, so when he heard your sweet voice calling out to him, asking if you could stay with him whilst he read-
who was he to deny his lover- of denying you of your wishes and desires?
so he extends his arms out to you, gaze appearing soft with an expression he only saves for you. during intimate moments like these, where it seems like it was just you and him against the world, geto knew that he could remain vulnerable with you.
for not only did he trust you with his heart, but his soul as well.
he basks in your purrs of his name, settling yourself atop his lap, the sensation feeling pure and familiar, like coming home. geto allows the tip of his nose to grace at your soft strands of hair before opening his book, reading to you, allowing his rich voice to fill at your ears.
geto had gotten perhaps 3 pages into reading the novel aloud when the sudden sounds of a soft snore was heard coming from below him. moving the novel to the side, he looks down at you with a tranquil expression, realizing that you had just fallen asleep on him.
"my my, what am i going to do with you?" he chuckles to himself softly before leaning in to press his lips against your cheek.
"rest well... i'll be here when you awaken."
[ nanami ☽ ]
feeling guilty for always coming home so late, it was truly nanami's decision to take some time off work and spend the day with you-
after all, it's what you deserved.
he swore that he lived to see you the joy paint your beautiful features, basking in the sounds of your laughter as you jumped into his arms. nanami would let out a soft chuckle while saying your name, allowing your infectious happiness to seep into him.
nanami, being the wonderful boyfriend that he always was, spends the day absolutely spoiling you. he takes you to your favorite restaurant and allows you to buy anything you wished to buy, stopping by your favorite stores while holding all of your bags.
never once did he complain, being so utterly in love with you that he felt fulfilled by just seeing your smile alone.
he ends up completing the day by sharing a bath with you, taking his time washing your beautiful form while lathering shampoo within your hair. as he continues to wash your body, he felt you slumping forward, nearly landing face first within the warm waters had he not caught you in time.
nanami calls out your name in a bit of a panic, "honey, are you alright?!"
only when he hears you letting out a yawn did he visibly relax, resting his back against the tub while chuckling. "i'm sorry, honey, are you getting sleepy?" his voice was filled with mirth when he presses a kiss against your bare shoulder.
"mhmm, just a little bit, ken..."
without saying another word, he wraps his arms around your front, bringing your naked back closer to his chest as he presses kisses against your damp skin.
"go ahead and rest, love... i won't be going anywhere anytime soon... i love you."
[ megumi ☽ ]
because megumi could finally enjoy the weekend, taking a break from classes, he decided to humor you and spend the night staying up watching b-rated horror films with you on your laptop.
none of the jumpscares particularly scared him, and in fact, he found it amusing to hear your laughter at the poorly edited effects. each time you would point at your screen, megumi would simply roll his eyes in response, but inevitably brings you into his arms.
he continues cuddling you even when you both decided to lie down against his mattress. with the scent of your hair overtaking his senses, megumi quickly loses interest in the movie and decides to press lingering kisses against the back of your neck instead.
you didn't seem to mind his kisses, still watching the movie with glee. he basks in your soft giggles, and rewards the sounds of your happiness with even more soft kisses against your skin.
when the movie ends, megumi was the first to sit up, eyes seeing the credits roll when he asks what you would like to watch next. he frowns a bit, not feeling even the slightest twitch coming from you.
feeling panicked, megumi calls out your name while gently shaking you, only to be met with the sounds of your soft snoring. a relief was felt coursing through him when he visibly relaxes.
"i can't believe you fell asleep on me, dummy."
you showed no signs of hearing him, which was perfectly fine in megumi's book, since this meant he could cuddle and spoil you with his kisses without completely embarrassing himself.
letting out a huff, megumi goes back to holding you, pressing your back against his chest once more as his lips worked on kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder.
"goodnight..." his soft voice was heard, allowing the single phrase of i love you to linger within the night air.
[ yuta ☽ ]
yuta found that he couldn't sleep, knowing how much he upset you earlier.
you had gotten into an argument, your insecurities seeming to run at an all time high as you had somehow convinced yourself that yuta stopped loving you because you seldom saw him anymore. he does his best to tell you that he has been keeping busy with his work as a special grade sorcerer; that such distance wasn't anything purposeful on his part-
apparently, that was not the answer you wished to hear.
in a fit of anger, you demand that he sleep on the couch, not wishing him to share the bed with you. because of his shock, yuta ends up remaining rooted to the spot, unable to move.
you had never once kicked him out of your shared room, and the fact that you were doing so now was a clear indication that he had messed up. when he didn't move, you finally acted by tossing a pillow and a thin blanket his way, forcing yuta to hide his hurtful expression as he left for the living room.
he was uncertain with how much time has passed, with the moon already hanging high in the night sky, painting his world in melancholic hues of blue. yuta hated being away from you; he hated hearing the sounds of your soft sobs and how it twisted at his heart so effortlessly.
even when he was caught in misery, he knew he had to make it up to you when morning came, with his mind racing, thinking about all the things he could do to make you smile again.
in the midst of his reveries, he freezes upon hearing the way your bedroom door opens. waiting with bated breath, yuta didn't even dare to move when he catches the familiar sight of your figure coming out of the bedroom and approaching him.
his eyes were wide, seeing you holding your own blanket close to your chest. and your eyes were still rimmed red due to your tears, making yuta call out your name with concern.
you remain silent, simply landing on top of yuta as he lets out an audible groan in response. you bury your head within his chest, and somehow- somehow, yuta knew that all was forgiven.
he allows his arms to wrap themselves around your back, the movement being as natural as breathing to him.
"i still don't forgive you."
"uh huh."
"'m only doing this because i can't sleep."
"yeah, i know baby."
"i'm still mad."
yuta couldn't help but chuckle, hearing the pout in your voice when he leans in to press a kiss against your hair, "how about i make it up to you? would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?"
his smile was a triumphant one, feeling your nods against his skin.
"breakfast at your favorite café?"
"and lunch at that beef bowl place while finishing with dinner at my favorite sushi restaurant."
"you got it baby, you got it." yuta lets out a light laughter, evident of the relief he felt as he continued to hold you within his embrace.
he waits for your breathing to slowly even out, drawing imaginary shapes against your back while whispering your name like a reverent prayer.
"goodnight, baby... i hope you know that i will always love you unconditionally..."
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a.n. - because i would love to be kissed goodnight by my favorite jjk men 🥹
all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.
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woebegonesharks · 2 years
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brain am become stupid, destroyer of my life
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facefullofsadness · 1 month
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I'm gonna combine all 3 of these bc they're all kinda the same, hope u anons enjoy!
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content - sub!yunjin x dom!reader, smut (phew let's see, cunnilingus, edging, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, some corruption kink, some g!p reader)
wc - 970
a/n - the first anon is real, never escaping writing huh yunjin! am I complaining though? nope! love my rockstar tall hot perfect gf! lemme write her as a literal sub this time LOL
okay so sub yunjin.
I stand by the whole auditory thing, she loves sound. so not only does she love hearing your moans, her moans, the lewd sounds coming from her cunt, any of the above, but also dirty talk. you love to rile her on by whispering naughty things in her ear and watching her body stiffen.
she's not sensitive and loves foreplay. 70 percent of having sex with yunjin is foreplay, her relishing in the feeling of your skin touching her's and the pleasure gradually building the more you proceed. this way, when you get down to actually fucking her, her body is so incredibly responsive.
dropping to your knees to push her skirt up and panties to the side, sliding your tongue against her slit and filling your mouth with her slick, yunjin moaning out into the hot air surrounding you two. her thighs tremble on either side of your head and her hand threads through your hair, the other hand holding her skirt up to let you do your thing.
loud, responsive, and needy. yunjin whimpers with every swipe of the wet muscle trailing her clenching hole, hips jerking with every brush of your tongue against her clit, and whining your name like it's the only thing she can coherently remember in her brain clouded with lust. pleas for more leak from her lips when you tease her because oh my god is it amusing to see her so ruined by your touch.
and the joy it brings you to see her cry out for you when you deny her another orgasm, her body thrashing and tears welling at her eyes because you're so mean :( needs to cum so badly but you won't let her because "baby, I'm so sorry but you don't deserve it yet."
"I've been such a good girl though, please please god please let me cum. I-I can't take it anymore...!"
you bring your hand to cup her cheek and use your thumb to wipe her tears, cooing as she rubs her thighs together to suppress the orgasm, "you know I can't cum if you don't do it."
"I know my love, just hang in there," you shoot her a warm smile to comfort her as you plunge three long fingers into her pussy, making her scream out and tears trail down her cheeks.
forcing her legs open and smacking her ass if she dare close them. mumbling absolute nonsense as her hole sucks your fingers in more and more with each pump, her eyes rolled back and hands clutching the bedsheets. you'd keep aggressively fingering her until she'd squirt all over your hand, arm, and the sheets, continuing till she's completely overstimulated and forcing another orgasm out of her, giving her all the climaxes she had been begging for minutes prior.
alternatively in a g!p reader world, you'd pull out your fingers, denying her another orgasm and forcing a sob to escape her throat. you pull back from her and hover over her shaking body, tears staining her cheeks, hair absolutely tousled, hands clenching at your shoulders enough to hurt.
"wanna cum baby? need it? tell me, tell me how badly you want me to fuck you until you cum."
yunjin cries, pulling you in to bury her face into your neck and beg, "y/n-ie please! it hurts so bad! fuck me! ruin me until I fall apart, please please... use your fingers, bury your tongue in me, fill my pussy with your cock, just please!! it's aching!!"
your eyes darken and lip slides into a smirk as she trembles under you, begging to be fucked senselessly, it would be a shame if you didn't listen to her! and so you did!
kissing her tear-stained cheek and whispering a reassuring okay into her ear before pulling back and resting the tip of your cock against her entrance, swiping up and down to collect enough of her wetness.
looking yunjin in her watery and pleading eyes before slamming yourself into her, a scream ripping from her mouth. her moans deafeningly loud with every intense thrust of your hips into her soaking hole. you pant into her ear and she grips onto you for dear life. her cunt clenches onto your throbbing member and it's difficult to move with every stroke, but you power through because she feels so fucking good, taking everything you give her so well.
she blabbers incoherently and murmurs continuous thank you's as you ram into her with no mercy, your pace impossibly fast. the sheer amount of slick and spit on and in her pussy makes everything so easy and pleasurable that you can't help but to feel like exploding soon. you hold her legs wide open and push deeper, bottoming out into her and feeling her cervix on your tip, making her throw her head back and your nails sink into her plush thighs.
you continue to rail her, completely pussy drunk and obsessed with how corrupted yunjin looks under you, a shell of the former confident hot girl you knew. nothing but a fuck doll, begging to be ruined by you. rubbing your fingers against her clit and watching as it sends her over the edge, her legs wrapping around your waist, her hands digging into your back, her throat sore with another scream erupting from her throat, her cunt gushing with cum against your pelvis. you cum deep inside of her, spurting out ropes of white liquid into her, filling her to the brim with your seed.
both of your guys' legs shake with pleasure as you fall on top of her borderline lifeless body. she's panting and gasping, trying to grapple onto air as you lick along her neck, tasting her sweat and smirking against her shoulder, her squirming with every action.
a/n - pretty short bc there's no concept behind it, it's more just headcanon/thoughts!!
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hunnylagoon · 2 months
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Take Me to War
PT1 Friendly Fire
Streamer! Ellie Williams x reader
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A writer, I think is someone who pays attention to the world. We are observers, it is in our nature to be off-putting and turn shallow things deep.
Premise: Your neighbour is becoming increasingly loud and you decide to do something about it.
PT 2 Here!
Two things I hate the most?
My neighbour and New York City.
They shared something in common, they never rest. I liked my quiet life in my small town until I was convinced that all of the greatest writers lived in the city, what a joke. I sold my virtue to move to New York and now my body burned with the shame of not belonging.
I worked as a journalist and in advertisement but it didn't fill the gaping mass that consumed me, I felt like a sellout so I quit to do freelance, and now I feel like even more of a sellout. Freelance is making me think that I hate ghostwriting more than I hate my neighbour and New York City.
It's like you do all of the work and get zero reward but I'm desperate to pay the bills and all that stuff I've been telling myself all my life 'I may never be a rich man but the rich man will never have me' well, the rich man most certainly had me. I was paid an almost criminal amount of money to pour my soul into art just for it to get stamped beneath a new name and make a gross income six times the size of what I sold it for.
I look for happiness everywhere but I do not find it. I search for it in things everyone seems to pry joy from; I go clubbing, walk in Central Park, and date around, but happiness doesn't seem to exist there for me.
I plead for it in my morning cups of tea with a spoonful of honey, the sunshine glittering in a puddle after a rainstorm, for a brief moment, it flickers in the light of my cinnamon-scented candle. The truth is I am almost comforted by my sadness and it is in my lowest moments that my creations are the most beautiful, it is like I am dead and I despise those who aren't for I enjoy the company of my silence more than anyone I have ever met.
It was my dream for my name to be above 'New York Times Best Selling Author' but instead, it is just my work beneath it and maybe that's why I'm so bitter.
Right now as I am trying to salvage the bits and pieces I was given by a washed-up pop star for her memoir my neighbour is screaming and laughing incoherently in their apartment, it makes me miss living in an actual house.
The noise usually started up when I would finish up my writing and get ready for bed, then it would go all the way through the night. The dumb fucker probably threw parties every single night; my roommate never faced an issue with this as she worked at a club and was usually working when the deafening noises would begin.
I on the other hand who lived in that apartment and worked from that apartment was always cursed to listen to the random thumps and spats of laughter that sounded all through the night. At least once a night when I'm sound asleep, I hear a bang against the wall and each time without fail, I'm brought awake with my heart thumping.
Trust me, I have retaliated.
On occasion when I'm sleep-deprived and at my absolute limit I'll bang on the walls, that only stops the noise for a minute. I've even complained to my landlord and that one week was heaven until it eased back to the clamour that I've almost grown used to.
Almost.
I still hate it.
I'm broken from my thoughts when my phone rings, it vibrates till it's almost at the edge of my desk and I feel for it; don't worry buddy, I wanna jump too. I read the caller ID and I almost wanted to gag, it was a woman from the publishing company who reached out to me and asked me to write Nicole Elliot's novel. Despite wanting to throw my phone against the wall to stop Noemi's constant checkups and get back at my neighbour while I'm at it, I answer the phone "Hey, Noemi!" I glance out the window where the winter sun has long set, leaving nothing but billboards, street lamps and neon signs to light up the New York night. Under the unforgiving lights I can barely make out the gentle snowfall.
"Hey," She draws it out and I can hear in her voice that she is smiling "I know it's a little late, just checking in, how is the draft coming along?" A loud thump sounds against my wall along with intolerant cackling "What's that?"
"Just some street noise," I dismiss "Anyways, the draft is coming along great, I'm a couple thousand words away from finishing it. I will of course send it to you and I would really love it if you could reach out to Nicole and ask for her opinion on it before I carry on with the final copy," I give a middle finger to my wall, even if my neighbour can't see me, it makes me feel a little bit more formidable "I did follow her outline, which was difficult but I think I salvaged it pretty well."
This time there is a yelp from my neighbour and what sounds like someone slamming their hands down onto a table, Noemi thankfully ignores it "You haven't been in touch with Nicole?"
My eyebrows furrow "She hasn't responded to any of my emails and she's been turning down all of our scheduled Zoom calls, so no, I have not been in touch with her."
"Weird," Noemi comments and there is a brief break of silence between us "She's been M.I.A on our end too," I could hear her scribble something down. "So can you get the draft to me by Friday?"
Two days? If I lock myself inside and don't see the sun then I totally can "Absolutely!" I do work better under a deadline.
"Great," She sounds almost relieved "We will hunt down Nicole, it would be nice to get her greenlight with this but whether or not she approves it, she has already signed off and it will be going to print."
"Okay," I fight the urge to respond with 'sick' or 'aight' because I'm an adult now and someone who is masquerading as a professional.
"Sorry, what was that you mentioned about an outline?" Noemi asks, she sounds more confused with each word "I wasn't aware Nicole made any-
She is swiftly cut off by a crash from the other side of my wall, when I say crash I mean it. It sounded like someone just bodied their car into drywall. My eyes went wide as I saw a crack splitting up my once pristine white wall. I hold my phone against my collarbone as I get up and pound my fist against the wall, giving it a kick for extra measure.
"Is everything alright?"
"Certainly," The nice thing about phone calls is that the person on the other end can't see your awkward habits or subtle outbursts (Or neighbours breaking through your shared wall). After I hit the wall, everything went silent for just a second before laughter sounded heavily from multiple people. "Noemi, thank you for sourcing me out to write this, I am really grateful for this opportunity I will send you that draft on Friday." I try to wrap up the call but she speaks up.
"Well, I've read your work and I was very impressed, I trust you will do well with this. Sorry to have called you so late-
"Thanks, have a nice night now!" I'm talking faster than I can even think, the only thing in my head is the fact that my neighbour is slowly deteriorating my wall.
"Wait-
Before Noemi can finish her sentence, I've hung up the phone. I'm leaning back in my cushy office chair, hands gripping my hair as I stare down the newly formed crack in the wall. I don't entirely like to be confrontational, even in school I hated drama, but I was beginning to think it was necessary.
I saved the progress I had made on the memoir and pushed myself up from my desk. I was clad in nothing more than a t-shirt and some plaid pants, it was my writing attire and in the moment I didn't care much to make a good first impression. It was fucking freezing the second I got up from my desk.
The moulding on my bedroom window was broken which allowed the frigid New York air to slip into my room and make me shiver with each breath. At my desk, I would usually have a throw blanket to shroud my freezing body but the moment I discarded it, I felt regret. I almost wanted to wrap myself in it to confront my neighbour but the pyjamas alone didn't help me look tough.
I did however shove my feet into some cow slippers and march right up to their apartment.
Apartment 2D stood in front of me, the pastel blue door making me angrier with every second that I looked at it. I rapped my knuckles on the wood and crossed my arms to stop me from shuddering.
My nerves built up as I slowly heard a door within the apartment shut followed by footsteps leading to the door. I would just ask them politely to quiet down and calmly work on a way to fix the shared wall that they are slowly ruining.
The door opens and staring me down is a woman. I had expected it to be a man to be truthful. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, the colour teetered on the verge of auburn and brown. The woman is clad in a black tank top and grey sweatpants, it's almost parallel to my outfit.
"You need to be quiet," I say the first words that come to mind "And stop assaulting my fucking wall."
She sucks a sharp breath through her teeth "Are you apartment 3D?" She asks to which I nod "I knew you would be stopping by soon." She has this sheepish and almost sardonic smile on her face and despite the amusement she's portraying I can see sadness brewing in her green eyes like a storm.
"I don't know what you're doing in there where you are up all night, I don't even have a clue how you sleep and work with all this time to spare to be a nuisance." I say and then swiftly feel the urge to backtrack "I'm sorry, that was a little rude, but mate, I can't sleep or work when you're being loud doing whatever you do."
"Fuck," She mutters looking back into her apartment and then at me "I'm sorry, I'll keep it down."
"What about the wall?"
Her eyes look me up and down, settling on my cow slippers "I'll find someone to fix the wall."
I press my lips tight together, looking dead into her eyes, scraping my brain for something else to say. It was almost like I wanted to fight. I had expected this to be a full-out conversation that ended in yelling but god she was pretty and she was telling me just what I wanted. "Okay."
"Okay?"
I regard her once more with what I assume is a cold glare before ushering back into my apartment and slamming the door behind me, the whole time, my neighbour watches me from her doorway.
That was the first night of uninterrupted sleep I'd had in a month.
-
I woke up earlier than I would've liked when my roommate Margot came home from work at 4:56 on the dot. She made sure to slam every single door and cupboard before throwing herself onto her bed in all of her makeup and musty clothes that had to endure whatever happens at a nightclub between the hours of 8 pm and 4 am, which I can't imagine is very clean.
Still, even though I was a little ahead of schedule I fell into my morning routine. It started with ignoring my phone, this was followed by a mug of Bengal spice tea with a teaspoon of honey and a splash of cream.
Sometimes I would curl up on the couch, though it snowed last night and I loved fresh snow. Freshly fallen snow absorbed sound, it was like soundproofing for the earth. There wasn't anything like the rare peace you could find in New York. I figured I would have my morning tea on the fire escape.
My peaceful image was destroyed the second I pried my window open and crawled through I was hit with the intense smell of pot. "Shit," I mutter, instinctively wafting the scent away from my nose.
"Sorry, man," I see my neighbour leaning against the railing of the fire escape, nursing a joint. It hadn't crossed my mind that I shared a level of the fire escape with her, I had never seen her out here but now the smell of weed that drifted through the damaged moulding on my window made sense, I had always assumed it to be Margot.
"Joint for breakfast?" I ask, half-joking. A dusting of powdery snow adorns each step and railing, creating a delicate layer of white that contrasts with the industrial gray of the metal though it looks like my neighbour has pushed all of the snow off the platform.
"Nah, for dinner I guess, it helps me sleep," She's in the same outfit from last night, except her hair is now loose around her face and she threw a hoodie over her tanktop.
I furrow my eyebrows "You've been up all night?" The slight tension from the previous night has dissolved completely.
"Yeah," She says it like it was a stupid question and it partially was but I hadn't stayed up that late since New Year only because I was the designated driver and was in charge of getting everyone home safe. "I don't sleep much, that's probably why I keep you up all night."
I mean, I'd let her keep me up in other ways "Honestly, I've gotten used to it, it's almost like white noise." I try to sympathize even if it isn’t necessarily true.
"Next time I'm loud, you have every right to bang on my door and chew me out." She takes a drag from her joint and I watch as the smoke escapes her lips, her cheeks tinted pink from the cold.
"Good to know," I glance behind her at the open window and all I see are purple LED lights cutting through the darkness of her apartment. "Now I know that we share a fire escape I'll just crawl through your window and yell at you that way," I joke, taking a sip from my snoopy mug.
This makes her laugh in the slightest, she crushes what remains of her joint on the cold railing and tosses the bud into the pot of a dead plant that's covered in snow and has lived on this fire escape long before I moved in; one time I just about removed it but I felt bad, it's like I was evicting it from its rightful home "Feel free."
"Am I allowed to ask why you're up all night breaking the sound barriers?" I ask, pulling my fuzzy robe tighter around my body to fight the bitter air. "Are you the leader of a cult? Would it be better for the world in the long run if I push you right now?"
The corners of her lips curl up into a smile once again "You've figured me out, just know I've got some big plans with Koolaid," She plays into my teasing.
"It was flavour-aid, actually." I don't know why I said that.
"What the fuck is flavour-aid?"
"Koolaid basically," Silence stretches between us "So what do you actually do all night?"
"It's a bit complicated," She says, of course, it was complicated. "I work from home," She couldn't do something normal, she probably did voice acting or ran a podcast or some weird shit like that.
"Sick," Don't worry, I made myself cringe when I said that too "I work from home too."
"Yeah, you said something about work last night, are you in marketing?"
I shake my head "I'm a writer," every time I tell someone that, I feel a twinge of embarrassment. I know it wasn't a noble career like my parents had hounded me over, but it felt noble to me. I had two absent parents and was raised by a pack of wolves, I would devour as much food as fast as I could because I didn't know when I would be eating next. I was far too emotional to be around all of the narcissists who preferred their own faces to my company, the only friend I had was the written word.
Since then I have been serving my soul up to strangers through word documents.
The thought makes me homesick for the arms that did not hold me and I truly expect my neighbour to make a mockery of me, the way others have. The way they've told me 'It's a tough industry but hang in there!' and pat me on the back like I'm a hopeful child clinging to her mother's skirts.
"That's really cool," She smiles while she gazes out to the skyline, I can see her perfect side profile and ski-slope nose "I wanted to be a writer, I thought myself to be a poet, and then I thought myself to be a scientist and wanted to be an astronaut. Now, I'm here."
"Where's here exactly?"
"Working things out, figure it out as I go," She shrugs like she is unsure of her answer.
I think it's beautiful how everything around me has been touched by human hands and carries so much history. For a quick moment, my mind wonders to those who built this building, the calloused hands that crafted the iron railing and now my neighbour who was leaning against it. "What's the end goal with this whole freefall thing?"
"To make it out alive."
"And your name?"
"It's Ellie."
-
That night Ellie stuck to being quiet as she promised. The next night was a different story. I was so close to finishing the draft of Nicole Elliot's memoir and was praying that the deadline would pass with no issue.
However, the noise began again. I was coming around to like Ellie and I didn't want to go yell at her again so I shoved my headphones in and turned up my playlist as loud as I could. There is no song I can blast in my headphones to drown it out.
She did say that the next time I was loud I could come and chew her out, I wouldn't do that; I would just knock on her door and quickly tell her that she was being too loud, and then we would both carry on with our respective work.
I stopped in front of the smooth door and raised my hand to knock. Ellie slips the door open just a crack, when she sees that it's me she opens the door. "Hey, Ellie."
"Hello," She smiles "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She had a very nice smile.
We both know the circumstances of my visit but I spell it out anyway "Dude, you're way too loud, it's disruptive and I'm working under a deadline."
"I know, I'm sorry." She looks genuinely apologetic.
"I don't know any office job that needs you to scream for hours on end," Alright, that blows what could've been a simple visit where she apologizes and I leave, I always had to add on.
"Right, sorry," She carries herself with so much confidence that it is like she is wearing armour made of gold though she has these subtle awkward tendencies of someone who has never been loved and was forced to improvise. "It's hard to explain,"
"Yeah, you've said-
"Do you wanna come and see?"
I'm taken a little aback and for a minute I think this is all a ploy for Ellie to lock me in her her apartment and kill me because she is sick of her neighbour banging on her door "What?"
"Well, you've asked a couple of times and if you have a minute I can show you."
I pause, mauling over her proposal. I think of my laptop on my spruce desk, open to the final pages of the memoir and I make up my mind "Alright, just not too long."
"If you say so," Ellie opens the door wider for me to move past her and then shuts it behind us.
Ellie's apartment is what I had expected from her even though it is surprisingly nice. She has a large L-shaped sofa in the living room adorned with throw blankets and pillows and a huge flatscreen with a coffee table in front of it. The layout is exactly like mine but inverted, her open kitchen has some odd knick-knacks that looked like they belonged on an Amazon must-haves list.
I don't go into her bathroom and the door leading to one of the rooms (What is equivalent to Margot's bedroom) is shut. The apartment itself is pretty sparse aside from little bits and pieces as she only moved in a month prior.
On the left side, I see that purple LED spilling out of what I assume to be her bedroom.
She walks in ahead of me and the second I follow in after her there is one question I have to ask "Ellie, are you a porn-star?" There are entirely too many computers in here. Her desk is set up with one of those fancy triple-screen PCs and she has a laptop placed seemingly randomly on a white loveseat that's pressed against the right wall.
There is one of those galaxy lamps that projects that trippy shit onto your walls and ceiling. The screen of her PC is facing our shared wall and I can see a huge hole where I assume that a loud crash from the other night occurred. Plastered all over the walls are posters from video games and movies, many of which I hadn't seen.
"What?" She sounds nearly offended "No," she grabs a folding chair from the corner of the room and unfolds it beside her black florid office chair. She sits on the folding chair and motions for me to sit in the office chair. "Come, sit."
I hesitantly sit in the chair "Are you going to attack me now?" I ask, getting defensive for no particular reason other than it was in my nature "Because I've read The Outsiders and I'm pretty sure I can fight."
She chuckles "I'm not gonna fight you."
"Because I'd win?"
She furrows her eyebrows but has this look of amusement on her face "Yeah, definitely."
"So what is this?" I motion around at all of her equipment.
Ellie puts one earbud in then hand me the other "Chat," She says, looking dead at the camera clipped onto her PC "This is my neighbour who came to yell at me for being annoying, she has every right."
"Who are you talking to?"
"I'm streaming," She said, clicking something on the screen so it changed, instead showing Ellie and I in front of the camera, I looked absolutely lost next to a rolling chat bar full of jokes that I didn't understand and people saying hello to me.
"So I was right," I turn my attention to Ellie "You are an internet person."
"Yeah, I'm an internet person but you weren't right, I don't do porn."
"Not yet," I shrug "Times are desperate," To this, the chats come in even faster than before. "So do you just sit here all night and scream at people?"
"I play video games and do challenges, sometimes I do just sit here and scream at them."
"That makes so much sense," I say "If there's any job that needs you to be obnoxiously loud and annoying, it's a youtube personality."
"Okay, well-
"So you're like Logan Paul?"
Her eyes go wide "No-
"What explains why your eyes are so bloodshot."
"You are a writer," She says it like it's a fact I wasn't aware of "You are in no place to judge, you probably spend as much time in front of a screen as me."
I nod "I hate to say you're right," My attention shifts to the hole behind me "Can you explain how playing video games put a hole through the wall?"
Ellie looks almost embarrassed, she doesn't say anything in response, instead, she just clicks something to screen share with us in a little box in the corner and then goes into YouTube. She types in 'Ellie Williams falls through wall' My eyebrows furrow as I read it, and she clicks the first video that pops up.
The video starts off strong; Ellie is cackling at something that her friend off-camera is saying, her friend then makes a comment that makes her laugh even harder and she throws herself back in her chair. This act breaks it, you can hear the chair snap beneath the pressure and Ellie just lets it happen as the chair crashes against the wall. Her eyes go wide when she realizes she's just put a massive hole into the wall and seconds later you can hear me on the other side banging my hands on the wall. Her eyes go wide and she stares at her friend off-camera, all of the laughter stops abruptly before her friend can't hold it in anymore and erupts in chortles, and the video cuts off.
My hand flies over my mouth to fight back the laughter I so badly want to let out. Ellie and I sit wordlessly, the only sound being donations on the screen and my giggles slipping through. Eventually, I manage to compose myself and look to Ellie, I don't have much to say except for "Oh my god."
A/N: Streamer! Ellie won the poll so here we are. As I was drafting out the other chapters for When I Was Your Girl, I decided that it is most likely to be discontinued unless I do a rewrite which will not be in the near future. I’m not rocking with the plot and there was a lot of mixed feedback, sorry if you were invested I guess, but you have this series to be invested in now!
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thvhoe · 1 year
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Wallbreaker | JJK
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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader
Genre: Neighbour AU, smut, pwp
Word count: 4k
Warnings: reader is very girly, Jungkooks bulge, strength kink, dirty talk, he twists her nipple like once, reader has daddy issues, huge dick!Jungkook, chocking.
Synopsis: You become highly aware of your new neighbour's midnight antics the first night after moving into your new apartment.
It's already challenging enough that you've decided to take a break from dating, so it gets harder when you can hear his sighs and grunts rather clearly through the paper-thin walls.
When the wallbanging threatens to literally bounce you out of bed one night, you—dressed in a pink baby-doll nightgown and sexual frustration—confront Jeon Jungkook, your heard-but-never-seen neighbour.
Turns out that your obnoxious loud neighbour is a almost 6ft tall tattooed man that is willing to rock your world, and suddenly, you realize that you might have learned a completely new definition of being a good neighbour...
A/n: I know it's not too long like you're used to seeing from me, but I hope you still enjoy this little drabble 🫶
"He's been going at it for an hour now" you whine to Jennie over the phone, the banging against your wall keeping you awake at 1am.
You'd just moved into your new apartment in Seoul after moving there, and at first, everything felt like a dream come true. The rent was pretty affordable. You had a 7/11 right down the street, and the view from your window was just amazing.
There was just one problem, though: your next-door neighbour.
Since day one, he's been bringing girls home—which originally you have absolutely no problem with nor do you care—but it's the fact that they're so damn loud that you can't even hear your own thoughts sometimes.
"Are you dressed? Go knock at his door and complain," Jennie answers, not tired at all having just come home from the club, all while you stayed all comfied up at home.
You sigh, rolling your eyes when another set of moans and grunts was heard trough the walls.
"I'm not about to tell my neighbour to keep it down! That's embarrassing." You respond chewing on your lower lip.
Jennie sighs at the other end of the phone, taking a look at the time and grabbing her keys "you want me to come over and beat his ass?" He asks nicely, smiling to herself when she hears you snicker.
"No, you go relax, I'll just put on my headphones and play some music until I fall asleep. Thanks for letting me complain, though." And with a quick goodnight, Jennie hangs up, leaving you all alone again.
Laying back in bed, you raise your brows, noticing that the noise had stopped, and just when you were about to turn your lights off and lay down -
"Oh my god!"
"Yes! yes! faster! Ah-"
-
"Long night?" Lisa asks as she mindlessly strolls into your apartment.
Maybe it was a stupid idea to give your best friends each a key to your home, but better be safe than sorry. You never know what could happen.
Taking another spoonful of your cereal, you nod and stand up, heading to make her a coffee.
"Well? Who was it this time? Old Mrs. Jang and her cats or your hot neighbour?"
You raise your brow at her. "How do you know he's hot?"
Lisa shrugs, "must be, the amount of girls that guy has over every night is..." she says, waving her hands around. "It's self-explanatory"
Humming, you watch the coffee pour into the mug as you stop and think for a second. "He should be more considerate, given that I'm on a dating hiatus and the sound of sex is contraproductive."
Lisa moans, throwing her head back in frustration. "Come on! Are you still onto that stupid 'not dating for a year' thing?"
When you don't answer, lisa continues, "You and Taehyung broke up last year, girl. Last. Year."
Whining you lean against the wall, "I hate men, jesus, why did god make me straight-"
Ding dong
Shocked, you stare at Lisa, wondering who in their right mind would be ringing at your doorbell at 8 am.
"Did you order something?" She asks, sipping on her hot beverage as she watches you shake your head and walk to the door.
"Hello?-"
"Hey ladies," the hot stranger immediately speaks up, his hand resting against your doorframe, looking casual, his shirt slightly pulled up, making you be able to see his v-line. His toned v-line.
It didn't help either that he was wearing grey sweatpants, which did nothing to hide his well sized bulge.
"H-hi?" You answer, "I-uh- what can I help you with?" You ask slightly nervous, looking back at Lisa, who was having the time of her life watching you interact with the hot stranger.
"I'm Jungkook, your next door neighbour, sorry for not having introduced myself earlier but- yeah" he shrugs as he smirks down at you, his tattooed hand brushing through his hair which showed hat he'd just woken up.
"Listen, could I maybe borrow some milk? I ran out and the supermarket opens in like 30 minutes"
You take a second to process what he said before eventually gulping and nodding lightly. "Yeah, give me a second -" walking to the kitchen, you stare at Lisa with wide eyes, making her weeze.
Meanwhile, Jungkook takes a moment to look into your apartment. It was very different from his. It was more girly and cleaner. Very pink and glittery, some pictures and Polaroids of your friend's on the wall as well as lots of fluffy pillows. It was the same size as his—not very big but not small either. It was a one bedroom apartment, meaning that your bed was also on full display; a cute pink chequered blanked adorned it as well as some pulshies of all different sizes. He could see fairy lights embellish the bed, and looking at the bedside table, he saw an adorable little lamp that he assumed you left on while you slept.
Cute
"Here you go," you say smiling, his eyes locking with yours as he just stares for a moment, making you blush. Smirking, Jungkook winks, taking a step back "thanks".
-
"Fuck! fuck! FUCK!"
Once again, right on cue Jungkooks, one-night stand was tormenting your night again. "Fuck my life" you moan into your pillows as you turned the volume on your laptop louder. Still not covering the sounds, you decide to just turn off the show completely, considering if you should actually just knock on his door and complain.
But Jungkook was so nice to you yesterday, he seemed like a good person. It would make you feel bad to go and complain about him being too loud now.
"What should I do, huh?" You sarcastically ask one of your plushies, sighing when it obviously didn't respond.
"Oh my- oh my GOD"
"Okay fuck this" you hiss, grabbing your keys and walking out the door in your cute little body doll nightgown. Sure, maybe it wasn't the best attire to wear to complain to your neighbour, but it just didn't occur to you to change beforehand.
So walking out the door huffing, cheeks red with embarrassment, you knock on your neighbours door.
There's a silence at first. Then, footsteps that get louder and louder as they approach the door.
And then Jungkook himself opens the door, making your eyes almost pop out of their sockets when you realise he's almost butt naked. The only thing covering him up being his tight black Calvin kleins.
He seemed to have been doing the same as you, which was looking you up and down. Maybe the two of you weren't dressed too appropriately at the moment. But you didn't care. You needed to tell him to keep it down.
"What's up, doll?" The nickname infuriates you even more as you stomp your foot. "Can you -" you start, locking eyes with him. "Can you keep it down a notch?"
Rasing a brow, Jungkook tries to speak up but gets interrupted by you again.
"You've been keeping me awake with your escapades for the past two weeks that I've been living here! Do you even realize how annoying it is to hear your neighbor fuck someone's brains out right on the other side of the wall?-"
Laughing, Jungkook rests his head against the doorframe as he watches you complain, his long hair falling in front of his eyes, blurring his vision a bit.
"Excuse me? How is this funny?" You complain, crossing your arms.
Jungkook just shakes his head, speaking up only to get interrupted by Mina who was now standing behind him.
"Jungkook baby... who's this?" She pouts. The only thing covering her names body was one of his shirts.
"Oh, this?" He smirks, turning to you. "That's just my cute little neighbour Y/n, she's telling us to keep it down, so..." he turns to Mina, who was now visibly annoyed at the fact that you interrupted her orgasm. "Leave? I'll call you back"
"Wait- Jungkook, but I thought"
Shaking his head, he smiles at her. "I'll call you back, alright, here put in your number, and I'll text you"
"I didn't mean to-" you start, feeling bad that you were the reason he was kicking the girl out right now. Poor her, you think a sympathetic smile on your lips when she leaves after putting on some clothes.
"Better?" Jungkook tilts his head.
-
Jungkook has, in fact, been keeping it down lately. Actually, you dont think that he's been hooking up at his place at all since you scolded him. What irritated you most, though, was the fact that now, every time you saw him at the elevator or in the lobby, he smiled or winked at you.
We're you going crazy? Maybe. Maybe it's the fact that you haven't actually been getting laid since last year.
Sure, your breakup with Taehyung was bad, but why did you deserve to not have orgasm when Taehyung was probably out and about himself.
Perhaps Lisa and Jennie were right; your dating hiatus was stupid and needed to stop.
That's how you found yourself in front of Jungkooks doorstep one night, skimpy lingerie underneath your big shirt and shorts, knocking on his door.
When he doesn't open his door for some time, you overthink your decision on coming here. Maybe you shouldn't be asking your neighbour to fuck you silly on a random Friday night, maybe you should be sitting alonen in your apartment, eating ice cream and watching love Island.
Maybe-
"Hello?" Jungkook asks as he opens the door, but when he spots you, his eyes grow wide in surprise. Tongue licking over hips lips as he analizes your outfit for the night.
In his opinion, you looked sexy. Effortlessly sexy.
You're startles for a second, your heart skipping a beat as you unintentionally suck in a breath.
"Hi um-" You start, mentally slapping your face. This was a stupid idea. What were you going to say anyway? 'Hey could you maybe fuck me?'
Oh my fucking god y/n you're actually crazy
Raising a brow Jungkook cocks his head, slightly amused at your sudden shyness.
"Actually, never mind, have a good night-" you were about to leave when his hand stopped up from doing so. Strong enough to do so, Jungkook pulls you into his apartment, pining you against the wall.
"What? You were confident enough to knock on my door to get fucked but too shy to speak it out loud now?" His smirk grows wider when your blushing face and lack of words proves him right.
And that's how you started hooking up with your next-door neighbour; Jeon Jungkook.
-
"Fuck Jungkook!" You Moan as he hungrily eats you out.
To be honest, you don't think you've ever experienced sex the way you experienced it with Jungkook.
With him, you felt like a virgin all over again. His hands did wonders, and so did his mouth.
"Cum again for me" he mutters, his fingers sliding in and out vigorously, his tongue flat against your clit as he hums in contentment. "You're so pretty like this, all nice and wet, ready for me" he groans as he leans back, chest heaving as he watches your pussy convulse around nothing.
"Want you so bad, Kook, so so bad"
Laughing, he sits up, his upper body glistening with sweat from the blowjob you previously gave him. "You know I have this one neighbour who gets really irritated with me when my hookups get too loud-"
Hitting his chest, you roll your eyes, "stop saying thatttt" whining you get on your knees, now only inches from his face. "You're so mean".
"You love it when I'm mean to you, doll."
He was right. You loved it when he put you in your place. You liked getting bratty with him from time to time.
Inching closer, you start kissing his neck, his brows furrowing in concentration when you kiss that one spot that gets him weak every time.
Squeezing your ass and twisting your nipple, he groans. "Alright, spread your legs for me, I've been wanting to fuck you all day".
Jungkook wasn't lying; ever since he saw you at the lobby in your skimpy skirt this morning, all Jungkook could think about was just that.
With your legs spread and pussy wet, ready to receive him, Jungkook comes closer to you, pumping his cock a few times before aligning himself at your entrance.
"Wait- Jungkook- condom" you manage to say, overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure Jungkook gave you as he rubbed his tip on your clit.
Throwing his head back in frustration, Jungkook stands up, walking to his nightstand as he looks for one. You catch yourself watching his behind. The man was really attractive in all aspects of his body. Maybe you'd ask him if he'd be up for mirror sex sometime, so you could watch him fuck you silly.
You read the package; XL, as Jungkook rips it in half and holds the condom out for you to put on. He loved watching you pump his cock a few times before he'd eventually fuck the battyness out of you.
"Ready?" He asks, squeezing your ass for good measure, waiting for you to give him the go.
When you nod, it's over; he's plunging into your at an incredible speed from the start, not letting your adjust to his massive size, knowing you loved the bit of pain that came with it. If only other people knew how much of a dirty girl you actually were.
"Oh my god" you moan, eyes closed and arm covering your eyes as you just let Jungkook play with your pussy for a few minutes. That's until you finally gather the courage to move your hips back against him, forming a comfortable but fast rhythm.
His hard-on was filling you so nicely that it felt like a part of you was missing every time he pulled out, just to push back in 10 times harder than before.
Loud moans escaped both your lips, yours higher pitched than his. "Fuck just like that doll, you're so tight" he hisses, one of his hands coming up to choke you a little, enough to get you to roll your eyes back in pleasure and making you only think about him at this moment.
Pulling out, Jungkook forced you to go on your stomach, ass up while your head leaned against your arms in submission.
Jungkook takes a second to appreciate the position, tattooed hand stroking his cock while he watched you struggle to contain yourself. You were so horny he felt like you two could go at it all night long.
"Put it in" you whine, looking back at him with teary eyes, patience run out.
"As you wish, doll"
With some kisses against your neck as he leaned down, he positions himself at your entrance again, sliding inside of you once more. The position made you moan out loud; his dick hitting all the right spots.
You found yourself closer than ever, and the fact that Jungkook wasn't fully pulling out and sort of just pressing himself further inside of you with every thrust made your pussy twitch in anticipation.
"You're gonna cum again?" He laughs, his hand pulling your hair out of your face so he could watch you cum.
Simply looking back at him, the way he was playing with his lip-piercing and abs flexing with every thrust made you finally let go.
"That's it" he growls, pulling out and getting rid of the condom, jerking into his hand as he came on your pussy.
Mixing your juices together as you both calmed down, Jungkook watches your eyes slowly shut.
"Hey hey" his soft voice wakes you,
"Come on we gotta wash up"
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fuckmymunson · 11 months
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thinking abt steve and robin teasing eddie about how nervous he gets around reader and how she probably ruins him in bed.
little do they know, he’s the one that ruins her, teasing her until shes begging him to fuck her and then fucking her into the mattress until she can’t think about anything but him🥴
💌; Oh fuck yeah, definitely. Especially because Robin and Steve helped him to fucking rehearse asking you on a date... Which didn't end up as expected. Not mattress because I'm in the mood of wanting to be fucked in a car sorry I love u anon.
💌; 18+!, smut, minors DNI. Oral sex (m), a lil' of facefucking, the tiniest bit of mean!Eddie (if you squint, like he's not even mean?), dirty talk (he says slut like 1 time), facials <3.
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"Again! From the start, come on Munson you can do it" Robin sighed from her place in Steve's couch.
"Can I please take this fucking thing off?" Steve groaned from his place in the kitchen, referring to the cheap party shop wig he was wearing. It wasn't even your hair color.
"No you can't, now bring your ass over here, and please make a better impression, she doesn't sound like that, she's not permanently congested" Robin yelled from the living room and shook her head. "This cheap actresses that I gotta work with..."
"Hey! I heard that!" Steve yelled back. "Can we please focus?" Eddie complained from his spot on the living room as well, rubbing his face with frustration. "She would never go out with me! I can't even talk to her without stuttering and getting all flustered and—"
"But that's why we are here, dumbass" Robin interrupted him, crossing her arms over her chest. "So you can practice your pick-up lines on our cheap harlot" "Hey!" Steve chirped, again. "I'm not cheap!" "So you are a harlot" Robin laughed. "I can't do this" Eddie ignored them, already sinking on a spiral of anxiety and disappointment.
Unbeknownst to him, or anyone really, a certain someone knocked on Steve's front door. Their voices combined and Eddie's tantrum muffled the gentle knocks. The door was unlocked, and you saw Eddie's van, so you might as well just invite yourself in.
As you walked in, your eyes met the back of a leather jacket, Eddie was unaware of your presence as he continued rambling about how much he hated himself for being an illiterate fuck. Robin, on the other hand, saw you— But quickly pretended not to, instead, she pinched the bridge of her nose. She only had one chance to pull this card.
"Okay, Munson. Let's pretend she is here" Robin called your name and that made you stop your tracks. Were they talking about you? A lump of anxiety started forming on the pit of your stomach. "What would you say to her, if you had the damn ability to talk without sounding like an idiot?" "Well..." Eddie sighed, already feeling his cheeks reddening at the thought of your soft, caring smile, to the sweet sound of your voice. "That I like her, so, so bad. That I can't spend a single fucking day without thinking about her. How much I want to fucking yank her and kiss her every time she places a hand on my arm to ask me how my day was. Fuck, I think I'm in love with her. I wish I could tell her how fucking insane I am about her. I just want to make her happy, dude, but I can seem to form a single damn rational thought whenever I'm with her. I probably sound like an idiot" "Probably?" Steve asked from the kitchen's arch frame. He also failed to notice you. "But how in the hell I'm going to tell her all that?" Eddie gripped the end of his jacket with frustration.
"I think you just did, dumbass" Robin smiled and pointed at your direction with her chin.
Both Eddie and Steve screamed your name; One, by embarrassment of you listening to his literal love confession, and the other one because you saw him wearing a horrible, odd smelling wig.
Since then, you two had been dating. At to say it was practically like touching heaven, was bit of a understatement.
Sharing every little moment with him was absolutely amazing.
As time passed, other things started to happen as well...
It started off slowly, both of you exploring each other's bodies, learning what made you moan, cry, scream his name... Eddie was as fast as he was eager. This boy was utterly starved, and he treated you as his favorite desert, or meal, or drink, or whatever.
Robin and Steve usually bothered him of how much of a whiny bottom he was. If he had to pretend Steve was you to fucking ask you on a date (which was a disaster), how could he even have the balls to dom you when the doors were closed? They learned that under your sweet, caring façade, you were quite bossy.
"Eddie, let's go" You frowned, grabbing his arm. "It's getting late"
"But love" He whined, dragging the pet name. Sometimes he could be a pain in the ass. "I don't wanna go yet"
"I don't care, we have school tomorrow, plus you are driving me home. You're not drinking anymore" Your tone was worried and a tad annoyed, it wasn't your best day either.
"Go with your mommy, Eddiebear" Robin laughed, using the nickname she heard from you to tease him endlessly.
"Or else she will spank you" Steve joined, twisting another beer and throwing the tap around his backyard.
"Fuck you" Eddie groaned and flipped them off.
"Not our job, Eddibear" Robin snapped back and the pair started laughing until it hurt.
Eddie pouted the whole ride, already scheming what he had stored for you. You failed to notice how his eyes looked at you from head to toe, feeling already eager to bend you over the kitchen counter and have his way with you.
At the end, he couldn't wait either.
He parked the van next to a closed restaurant, closer to the alley where the trash truck drove by. Dragging you to the back of his vehicle and forcing his cock down your throat. He watched how the tears rolled down your cheeks, and how your hand sneaked between your skirt to finger your already wet cunt. Yanking your hair, he slapped your cheeks a few times for good measure.
"Keep your fucking words in line, okay?" He asked and you nodded weakly. Sucking the swollen, leaking tip of his cock.
"Sorry," You apologized, going down to lick and suck on his balls, making him groan in delight.
"What did you say, slut?" Eddie grunted and yanked your hair to rub his dick in your forehead as you choked on his balls, trying to speak. The muffled sound made him moan, close to cumming.
His hand on your hair tightened and Eddie slid his hard, thick cock inside your eager mouth again, fucking your face without any restrain, already knowing how you liked it, how soaked it made you, and of course, how much he loved it.
"F—Fuck" Eddie whined and came all over your face, pleased with your little cry of satisfaction. He watched you lick him clean and use your finger to smear it over your lips, tasting him, moaning in contentment. "Only I can fucking use you like this, did you hear me, princess?"
"Yes, Sir" You smiled and he leaned down to kiss you, shoving his tongue down your throat. "I love you, Eddie" You moaned against his lips as his free hand came down to pinch your nipples from over your thin tank top.
"I love you, princess" He sighed back, kissing you again.
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💌 Bit of a rushed ending? I don't know. Hope you like it! Mwah.
Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
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narcissistshandler · 2 months
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are you still making hobie fics 🙏
ps omg ur stuff is sooo delicious its crazy
req; please make a fic of hobie squirming from the reader's suggestive teasing/touch in a public place (diner, movie theater, school etc.) thanks so much !!!
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𝗔𝗧𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗣𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗔
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pairing. hobie brown x gn reader
warnings. dry humping, frottage, cumming in pants, everything happens in public, reader has no gender or genitalia mentioned.
a/n. I don't think you guys have any idea how happy I always am with your compliments, I really hope you like this.
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The chaotic, loud and fast symphony reverberated through your ears, the notes that sounded between a mix of rock and hard-hitting singing echoing through the speakers and filling the small local bar that was not much more than a joint where young people gathered to drink, listening to music and criticize the government — everything Hobie liked most, and that's why you had brought him here for a 'date'. Date. This wasn't exactly most people's idea of a date, but seeing the smile that never left Hobie's face as he jumped up and down and sang along to the familiar lyrics of the famous song the band covered, you knew this was exactly the ideal type of date for your boyfriend.
Everything was perfect. The band was a little out of tune, but that was ok, the stage presence made up for it. It was too crowded, and you could barely move without bumping into someone, but people were at least polite. Although, when Hobie was wearing the tightest leather pants, tall boots, and a fishnet top under the jacket that hid absolutely nothing, it was hard to pay much attention to anything else.
You gripped Hobie's hips, fingers against the cold leather hanging right over the protruding bones, tight enough to feel like a second skin. The set of belts purposely left a little loose over his pants and the silver of the thin strap around his neck reflecting under the lights. Hobie's body was warm, sweat running down the back of the neck under the black frizzy curls and you couldn't help but lean in and press your lips there, taking in the cold of the choker and the heat of his dark skin.
It was difficult to talk here and very easy to get lost in the small, lively crowd, which made it convenient for you to stay behind your boyfriend's body, holding him close to prevent you from separating —and from anyone getting the privileged view of Hobie's round ass.
Hobie chuckled, the bass of his laugh vibrating against your chest pressed against his back, otherwise it would have been difficult to notice. "Wanting to mark territory, huh?" he teased, turning his head a little to meet your gaze. The soft lights of the bar reflected in his leering gaze as he continued, "Not that I mind, but we're in public, babe."
You smiled playfully, fingers drawing circles on his hips. "I can't be blamed for wanting to keep the competition at bay. This privileged view is reserved for my eyes only."
Hobie opened his mouth and you leaned in even closer so you could hear what he was saying over the ferocious drums, "Well, in that case, I'm all yours. But let's not make it too obvious, or we might end up stealing the show."
“You’ve never complained about being the star of the show before,” you say, tone heavy with innuendo that precedes your hands inching up the sides of his hips, towards the toned stomach that ripples under your touch.
“Not when you're my only audience,” Hobie says back, but he doesn't pull away when your thumb traces his belly button piercing.
Although it was impossible to ignore the bodies pressing against you from all sides, elbows occasionally finding a target and feet stepping on each other, the atmosphere was dark enough that it was difficult to make out faces and between the euphoria, the alcohol and the music, you knew that something was missing for this date to be the best for Hobie, unforgettable. And he knew it too.
“I’ll still be in the front seat,” you said amused. Your fingers found the hem of his pants and Hobie's body shook, as if an electric shock had coursed through him. "Watching you, adoring you. No one else matters. What if someone sees? I'll still be the only one touching you."
Hobie turned his attention forward, seeming to look to see if anyone was paying attention. “I don’t know,” he said and you almost didn’t hear him, hand already flat against the front of Hobie’s pants. "[name]-" He tensed against you. You felt his erection through the leather, feeling the delicious heat of it radiating through the fabric. The contact made Hobie shudder.
Your lips pressed against his ear, wanting to make sure every word was heard:
"But you're already hard for me. You've been practically since we arrived. Don't think I haven't noticed you rubbing your ass against me."
Despite the stiffness in his shoulders from contact, there was still amusement and pride in his tone when he answered you, "I'm sure I wanted you to notice that last part."
"I'm sure you did, dirty boy."
The music pulses and the bass chords dance at the same time as your fingers run down the front of Hobie's pants, tracing the familiar outline of the member that presses against the leather. It felt like touching bare skin. "[name]," Hobie calls again, you don't hear the sound, you just read his full lips moving.
"Yes?" you ask, giving him a chance to stop you even if you don't stop touching him, rubbing the palm of your hand against him and pinching the tip between two fingers. Your other hand holds his hips, feeling the tension that ripples through the muscles. "Come on, Hobie, you know you want this."
His hips snap at the touch, slamming against your hand, then back against your crotch and back into your hand. There's still tension there though, and maybe it's because of the danger of doing this in public, but his every movement feels restrained and hard, like a poorly oiled gear trying to work.
Hobie is all hot against you, pulse racing beneath your open lips over the salty skin of his slender neck. He turns his head back, almost bumping his head against yours and searches for your mouth. "You're wicked, [name], you know I would never say 'no' to you," he pants, drowning the words against your mouth, forcing you to swallow your own name. He kisses you then, desperately, breathless and completely weak to the pleasure coursing through his veins as you slowly run your thumb along the sensitive tip of his member, matching the rhythm of your tongue sliding into his mouth.
One of your hands slides across the smooth leather, dragging your palm against his cock as you kiss him, the lyrics that sought to remind of all the weight and filth of the society clicking in your ears. Your other hand moves up, running over the bumpy fabric of the fishnet until finds a bulge that presses against your finger. The cold metal slides against your touch, pulling with it the pointy brown nipple peeking out from under his top and Hobie moans against your mouth, asking for 'more'. It was as if today, before leaving home, Hobie had chosen his clothes thinking about how you could touch him without difficulties or real barriers.
You drink in the sounds Hobie makes against your mouth, their volume is lost beneath the music, but the vibration of every moan and every utterance of your name reverberates against your lips, right into your mouth, like a song that only you had access.
Hand wrapped awkwardly around Hobie's dick, fingers practically digging into the sides of it, digging into the leather to get enough precision to pull him hard and fast through each thrust. Hobie writhes against you and melts and it's the most beautiful show. He keeps his mouth against yours even when the kiss ends, humming along to the guitar chords, cursing and following the lyrics of the song. He seems lost in his own head, his brown eyes shining with lust and one hand reached back and gripping your hair, using the support to swivel his hips in a sensual circle, the belts slapping against your arm.
"[name]," he sings through the song's lyrics as he moves against your hand, taking what he needs. "That feels good... you are... I need more... can you...? Fuck."
In the low light you doubted anyone could see the vision of the beautiful man coming apart beneath your fingers to the point where tears glistened in the corners of his eyes. It was a good thing not. You didn't want that in the end — soon — when the night reached its climax and Hobie followed, spilling for you in his pants, anyone else could watch his mouth falling open, hips erratic and his entire body shaking as he became unable to say anything other than your name. The most beautiful spectacle of all and that belonged only to your eyes.
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reallyromealone · 4 months
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please can you do a story with Kirishima, he is so cute, it could be a cute and hot topic where the male reader is Bakugou's brother
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He does deserve a much and I'm here to give him some romance!
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Kirishima didn't even know Bakugo had a brother, the explosive blond never talking about his family, the other Bakugo sibling having to come along to family night at U.A and clearly didn't want to be there as the Bakugo parents praised Katsuki.
"Hey! I'm kirishima, nice to meet ya!" He said happily to (name) who looked at him suspiciously "uh hey" he looked uncomfortable at the red head who seemed to burst with happiness "why aren't ya hanging with the others?" Kirishima asked as he sat beside (name) on the bench, the other sighing "and see my brother be the better sibling more? No thanks" it wasn't a secret that Bakugo wanted the attention and always made a point to be on top, it was also something (name) experienced his whole life"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm the younger brother of the one who got into U.A, I don't have a cool quirk-- hell I don't even have my parents quirk I have my grandfather's quirk! I just didn't want to be here so my parents could point at how much better he is" (name) didn't know why he was trauma dumping to the stranger or why the other looked at him with so much emotion.
"Wanna go for a walk?"kirishima offered and (name) didn't know why but he agreed, letting the other lead him around campus, Nedzu watching through the cameras happily.
(Name) snort laughed as kirishima did a silly run with his quirk activated "what even is that?!" How this person was bakugos brother was beyond Kirishima but he wasn't complaining, (name) was an absolute sweetheart once you got passed the awkward and rough exterior.
"It made you laugh did it not?" He smiled and (name) rolled his eyes "thanks... You didn't have to do this"
"It would be unmanly to leave you by yourself, besides a chance to show a cute guy how manly I am is an opportunity I won't waist"
"You think I'm cute?" (Name) asked as they stopped walking and kirishima blushed "uh, yeah... I wanted to talk to you since I saw you and God this sounds so stupid"
"I think you're pretty cute too"
Kirishima looked at (name) dumbfounded and (name) continued"maybe... We could go out sometime? Unless you're the type who needs to do the asking out"
"No! I mean yes! Dang, I mean I would love to go out with you!"
(Name) gently kissed his cheek "we should probably head back, it's almost 9pm"
"Yeah..."
"Walk slow?"
"Like a turtle!"
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angelltheninth · 6 months
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Not a Game Anymore
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, kissing, D&D, teasing, making out, confession, grinding, mention of a boner, friends to lovers
Word count: 0.9k
A/N: In case you're not aware, I'm a huge D&D nerd. If you liked this fic please leave some feedback with comments/reblogs, I love hearing what you think.
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"And that is where we're gonna end it for tonight guys." Eddie clapped his hands, mostly to himself but also to everyone at the table, "Thanks for playing. It got intense there for little bit." Through absolutely no fault of his of course.
"Tense? I almost died to a fucking slime ball? How is that in any way fair?" Steve complained as he picked up his character sheet.
"At least you got a good item drop. What the hell am I supposed to do with a spell book? I'm a rouge." You went over your items list with a critical eye, "And a love potion? That seems a little too convenient given that the NPC is already in love with me, I don't need this."
"Sorry guys, it's not up to me. It's all in the dice and the rolls. You can sell those when you get back into town if you want." He looked so smug leaning back into his chair. He never cheated in a game, he just had insane luck as a DM, so there was not much anyone could get angry about, "I have something special planned for next week though, it's gonna be fun." As everyone packed up he noticed you hovering around a little, trying to peak into his character notes, "Hey! No peaking, you little cheat."
You sighed at getting caught, "Just making sure you really weren't the one cheating." Pretty soon it was just the two of you in the library, "Thanks for the game Eddie, it really was fun. If a little frustrating."
"A good DM has to give their players a challenge every once in a while. How you feeling about the romance? Am I still good to go on that front?" His eyes widened briefly when he realized that may have sounded like he was asking you out, "With the characters I mean, still okay?"
You smiled at his flustered face, it wasn't often that you got to see him like this, "Still fine. But..." You chewed on your bottom lip, "Don't go into too much detail. It would make me feel like I'm... well, I know we really wouldn't be but..." There was a part of you that thought about Eddie in that way, he was a handsome guy, charismatic, sweet to his friends and very creative.
"Oh? So if I were to say: he walks up to your character, pinning her against the desk," His smirk widened as he did just that, watching your expression go from flustered to wide eyed, "and kisses her right on the lips. Would you think of us doing the same thing?"
"No! Come on! You're... a friend! And a jackass for making fun of me!" You pushed him away but he held steady, gripping the edge of the table, his hands firmly on your sides, "Jerk. Stop being so close."
"Why? You thinking about kissing m-" You didn't just think about kissing him, you did kiss him, if only to shut him the hell up because you couldn't deal with his flirting anymore. He made a surprised noise from the back of his throat, a high-pitched sound that you never heard Eddie make before, "Not thinking. Okay."
You sighed, ducking your head, "Forget it. I... need some time alone, I'll..."
Eddie grabbed you by the hips and pressed his lips against yours again, "You know, a good part of roleplay is knowing what it feels like in real life. If you're up for it, I wouldn't mind for some inspiration." When you looked into his eyes you didn't see rejection or anger at your kiss, but curiosity and maybe the same feeling you've been feeling before. "What do you say?"
"Is this... all for the game?"
"Fuck no." His lips were on yours again, taking your next breath away and lifting you up onto the table, his body sliding between your legs, pushing himself on top of you without breaking the kiss. "Was hoping to do this in real life. Saw you reacted to the flirting and how you acted around me lately. I'm no genius but I can put two and two together." Eddie smirked at you, his tongue poking out to lick your lip, asking for more.
It was a request you happily granted with all your heart and body. As soon as your lips connected you arched into him, his body pushing back, urging you to get as close as possible. That was limited by your clothing but you could still feel the beginnings of his boner. "Heh, are you gonna make me roll to take my clothes off next?"
"Hm, that sounds like something you'd have advantage in, judging by the fact that you're very enthusiastic about this. But I have to point out that our characters have been on a date in game, but you and I haven't. I like to have even progress for all my players." He wiggled his eyebrows at you, still close, "That way we're gonna be on the same page and if you play your dice right you might get your close taken off sooner then you think."
How soon was too soon?
"That's in interesting game system you've got there, Eddie. In that case, since our characters already slept next to each other and I'm staying over, it's only fair that I sleep in your bed tonight." You can turn his game logic right back around.
"True, true. I wasn't gonna let you sleep on the couch anyway." With a slight grunt Eddie pulled you into his arms, his hands under your thighs, a dice rolling onto the floor at his feet, "I'll be damned, a Natural 20."
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Edge of Seventeen
I'm a little later in the month than I normally am, but here's my February entry for @steddiemicrofic at a T rating. The prompt was "edge" with the word count 509. I know I'm a little behind Valentine's Day, but enjoy!
Their security hated when Steve did this. They always tried to talk him out of it, and the compromise included at least two members of the team standing near him and a few extra joining the venue security on the other side of the barricade. But he loved the feeling of being part of a crowd, of looking up at Eddie just like any other fan.
"And that's what I am," he'd told a reporter at the Oscars last year, Eddie's arm wrapped possessively around his waist. "I mean yeah, he's my husband too, but I'll always be one of the fans." The absolute heart eyes Eddie had sent his way were still making the rounds as a reaction image on social media.
Steve thought he had a similar expression on his face now. He leaned against the barricade, fans pressing in around them. There was a woman practically hanging on his side that reminded him of Robin. Clearly Lawrence on security didn't like that she was touching him, but when Steve had made it clear that he was fine, there wasn't much the guard could do.
"Jeff thinks I'm a sap for this," Eddie continued, practically purring into the mic.
"No, no," Jeff said. "I know you're a sap for this."
The crowd around Steve laughed, then laughed again as Gareth added the slap stick sound on his drums.
"You see what I put up with?" Eddie complained, but his smile never left his face as he flipped off his friends. "Anyway, it's time for my annual tradition. It's the only time of year I let myself be this gooey on stage."
That was absolutely a lie, and Steve was sure the whole crowd knew it. But when Eddie had found him in the crowd and crouched at the edge of the stage to talk right to him, Steve wasn't going to tease him about it. Not right now anyway.
"Happy Valentine's Day, baby," Eddie said. "I gave you a Springsteen last year, which means it's an off year. I get to pick something else, and while I know you were hoping for ABBA, I can't quite give up my metal card that swiftly."
The crowd laughed again, especially since Eddie had serenaded Steve with Take A Chance On Me six years ago. This year, Steve had seen the betting and predictions online. ABBA had been a pretty strong contender.
Eddie continued, "I figured it was time for a badass lady I haven't sang for you before."
This time the crowd screamed. Steve's smile grew, then grew wider as he recognized the guitar riff of a song he'd convinced Eddie to dance to on New Years Eve. He'd been hoping for some Stevie Nicks.
Apparently so had some of his new friends because the crowd screamed as they placed what it was.
Steve loved his husband's fans and their support. But most of all, loved that they could stand here in a sold out show on either side of the barricade and have a moment just for them.
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partycatty · 3 months
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i am so desperate to top dark star!johnny he makes me so horny mad, like someone humble that son of a bitch. it so doesn’t fit him to be topped but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️
UGHHH UR SO ME FR!!!! LMFAOOAAO i love pathetic men!!!! i love projecting my kinks onto my fics — WHAAAT WHO SAID THAAAT????
for those unfamiliar with dark star!johnny
dark star!johnny cage > payback
you have had it up to HERE with the white man's utter nonsense.
warnings: you humble evil johnny sexually. 😀 no but fr this is nsfw, bratty johnny and he hates it, he says "stop" and "no" but we all know he's lying and he loves it (afab reader)
notes: i was so excited to write this i don't even think it's coherent i'm literally barking gnawing frothing foaming i crawled to my pc to boot up the game to make gifs of him for future use bc i know DAMN well i will come back to this clown
masterlist &lt;3
i will microwave him.
part 1* / part 2* / part 4* / part 5* / part 6*
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•lord have mercy where do i even begin.
•alright, so let's paint a picture here.
•dark star!johnny may have stupid amounts of money, but he's a fucking idiot. he didn't spend a single cent on you for christmas! he'd argue with you for hours, saying both "i am the gift!" and "i buy you enough shit the rest of the year and now you want more?"
•when you argue to the point of running out of new things to bring up, you decide to angrily drop the topic entirely and move on with life. that is, until you hear johnny's muffled voice call from you from upstairs as you begin to prep dinner several days after the holiday.
•"sweet cheeks, a hand would be nice!" he shouts, a suspiciously evident grin in his tone of voice. you roll your eyes as his persistent cocky nature, but your frown turns into a little gasp when you open the bedroom to your shared door.
•this absolute idiot is sitting face down ass up on your silk sheets, tied down nice and tight with a thick red ribbon. a bow rests on his neck and broad chest. The Coat is discarded on a chair beside the bed, but everything else is still on. he smushes his cheek against the sheets as he desperately tries and cranes his head to look at you.
•"heeeey babe," he'll meekly greet you, shimmying his shoulders. "i, uh. i was going to surprise you. but i kinda fell forward and couldn't get back up. it was supposed to be a sexy pose but i tied my arms down before anything else and i can't prop myself up."
•"you're a dumbass," you reply back with a frown, not entirely amused as much as he is. "you think this makes up for your fuckup?"
•"...yes?"
•"no! and you know what? i'm gonna fucking enjoy this whether you like it or not!" you sigh with exasperation, slapping his clothed ass pretty hard, the sound of contact echoing in your large bedroom. he lets out a whiny shout, trying to tug his hips away from you out of desperation and ending up flopping onto his back.
•"hey! not fucking funny. i hate when you do that," he'll complain with a scowl, but his protests are hard to take seriously when he flips over and reveals an angry boner throbbing against his pants.
•"yeah, that's why you have a raging hard-on," you reply with a dramatic groan, grabbing a handful of his thick shaft through his dress pants. he yelps again, twitching his hips upward as you feel his heartbeat through his cock. "i'm not helping you up, johnny. this is payback. for christmas."
•you climb on top of him, hovering your lips right above his in a sickeningly sweet way. johnny, like the needy whore he is, tries to lift his head up and capture your lips, but you cut the attempt short when you expertly undo his belt in a swift one-handed motion and squeeze his dick through his boxer briefs. his once puckered lips open to let out a deep, strained whine, and you feel a warm wetness in his pants as you milk the pre-cum from his tip with your grasp alone.
•ohhh he is in AGONY. ds!johnny literally HATES when he's not in control, and even though he feels his dick get impossibly harder, he's still writhing at the thought of not being the leader.
•"come on, dollface," he'll try to protest with furrowed brows, but you see the way he bites his bottom lip. "don't play mean. that's not how this was meant to go."
•you don't even reply to his annoyance, you just stick a finger between his neck and the ribbon around it, tugging it and sending a wave of pressure on the sides of his neck. his eyes involuntarily roll back as you temporarily choke him with his own doing.
•"you're gonna take it, aren't you? the torture?" you ask, palming him through his underwear and holding his face close to yours. his expression contorts instantly at your roughness. "how are you gonna fucking like it when i treat you like shit?"
•"you'll regret it," he groans out in an attempted threat, but it ends up sounding more breathy and gravely than intended. "you'll fucking regret crossing me like this."
•he's literally the one that had the genius idea to tie himself up. he's a Grade A idiot for putting himself in the situation to begin with. or maybe he likes it :)
•you hastily tug your own pants off, shaking your leg to throw them aside. once you're free of the fabric, you pull down johnny's pants too, since he hasn't got the ability to do it on his own. sure enough, his underwear is already definitely stained, and yours is getting there. the sight along made a wetness pool in your panties. something about such a cocky, annoying man finally being put in his place was starting to drive you a little wild as you straddle his hips.
•you shove your panties aside and settle them in the crack between you pussy and thighs, and return the gesture to your boyfriend by tugging his waistband down and unleashing his little jonathan (sorry). his pink, angry cock springs free and slaps against your tummy. you giggle.
•"ha, ha. very funny. untie me now," johnny whines again with a frustrated tone, but there's a hint of blush on his cheeks as he looks away from your body on top of his. his anger contorts into needy moans when you wrap your fingers around his dick, stroking at a medium pace and coating himself in his own precum. "ngh, fuck — stop it, i'm not fucking playing around — aah —"
•his back hopelessly arches as you lazily stroke his dick. when you decide he's hot and ready enough for the real thing after he turns into a blabbering mess, you hover above his dick and grab two fistfuls of the ribbons; one on his neck and one on his chest. his pretty lips part as he catches his breath from the sudden movement, eyes darting across your features.
•as he tries to make sense of your bold move, you sink down onto his throbbing cock and fully take him in your walls. he's unable to writhe and squirm as you hold him in place firmly. johnny's eyebrows knit together and he swiftly moves his head to the side, his sunglasses crooked and dropping on his hooked nose. when he finally gets the strength to look down at your pussy engulfing his length, he whines at the beautiful sight and involuntarily bucks up to relieve the strain. you immediately let out a little shout of discipline and pull his upper body toward you.
•"my pace or no pace," you warn through gritted teeth. "don't pull that shit again."
•"or what?" he replies with a cocky grin, his horniness absolutely dripping from his voice. "you don't scare me." as he tries to play right back, you slam yourself down on his cock again without warning, his tip kissing your cervix invitingly. his eyes widen and he yelps out pathetically before turning it into an angry groan. "you're such a fucking bitch. i hate you."
•he starts to spew more utter nonsense about hating you and you being a bitch as you start to actually ride him, for once at your own pace. he's typically fucking up into you but this time he's tied down and taking it like a good boy! you needed this, though, to let out your frustrations with him lately. it's incredibly funny that, yes, he could technically just start bucking his hips into you, but you take note that he's actually listening to your threat and allowing himself to be used. you remind yourself to ask him to top him more often. i doubt he'd say yes.
•your pace becomes a relentless combination of slamming his cock and grinding on it to stimulate your clit, and johnny has now turned into a whimpering mess. his perfect hair was sticking to his forehead and flying out in all directions, his sunglasses were just barely hanging onto the bridge of his nose. all the while, he's still sputtering complains about being used and begging you to stop, but they sound hungrier than disgusted. your deep moans drown out his whines and cries, and you frankly don't really care about how he feels.
•you've officially fucked him stupid. he can't even get a proper word out as he's now trying to literally break the ribbons and give him access to his hands, but he's so horny he can't find the strength he typically has.
•"b... stop — babe — 'm gonna cum if you — aah, oh you fucker —" johnny starts to twitch and whimper, thrashing his head side to side as he gets closer toward release. you don't really give a shit though, as you're now chasing your own orgasm as your grinding becomes increasingly uneven. you grab hold of his neck to stabilize yourself, and the coil in your core snaps, your body sending waves of blissful pleasure through your entire being. you're violently reminded of your boyfriend's impending load when he throws away all command you gave him and starts fucking up into your sensitive pussy, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he pathetically tries to get himself there, too.
•you're acutely familiar with how his cock throbs when he's about to cum, and you use this information to your advantage as you abruptly pull yourself up and away right as he shoots his load. he lets out a damn near cry for help as he makes a complete mess of himself. it shoots up high, painting his stomach and chest as his hips thrust into nothing.
•"YOU FUCKING —" he groans out, eyes clenched shut as his desperation makes him act out. "I WANTED TO CUM INSIDE. YOU KNOW THAT'S MY FAVORITE. AND YOU RUINED A PERFECTLY NICE SHIRT!"
•all you do is return to straddling his hips, sliding your panties back into place and catching your breath.
•"but you look better like this," you reply lowly, taking a flat palm and putting it on his stomach. "all tied down and fucked out. i could get used to it. besides, this was my gift, wasn't it?"
•as his head tilts back to regain his composure, you snap a quick photo of his cum-stained shirt, flushed expression, and weeping dick.
•"consider this payback," you chuckle, wiggling the photo in front of his eyes. "i might just post this everywhere if you don't get me anything for my birthday next."
•"delete that, you cunt," he hisses back, once again trying to free himself. "untie me now. fun's over."
•"nah, i'm good," you reply, your annoying boyfriend being restrained giving you a dangerous amount of confidence. "i think i'll just leave you here. not before cleaning up your cum with your coat, maybe."
•"DO NOT USE MY COAT. IT WAS EXPENSIVE."
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