#who knows if i'll be able to fuck around in the same way again next time lmao

[stillfruit]

i love not knowing if i'll ever be healthy again i love all of the time i've used to move my body become nothing i love spending my adulthood wasting away year after year for various reasons baby!

[bearsgrove]

ravell comeback!!!!!

favourite critter :^) my little wet pathetic guy

[plz dont tag as sk/rim this isnt sk/rim content this is just for me and my friends]

[shoyudon]

𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 .ᐟ

them forgetting a date night.

starring. gojo, sukuna, toji x fem! reader

heads up. cursing, no fluff, sukuna can use a phone (bcs u taught him lol /j), sukuna calling u "woman"

note. haiii, how are you guys doing? make sure to take care of yourself!! i'm feeling a bit angsty today, so i'm gonna write a bit of angst. i miss gojo, like so much u guys :( i might make a part two for this btw hehe

──────〃★ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

the one thing you hated more than people being late was people who don't keep their promises — your boyfriend wasn't an exception to it. gojo's a busy man, you get it. for months you haven't been able to see him because he was so caught up in the jujutsu world; he saves people dan and night from lingering curses that it broke you a bit.

the jujutsu world treats him like a weapon; and you never liked it. despite your constant battering on him, trying to get him to quit and just settled in for a quiet life, he tells you that he can't. that people needed him, and you felt selfish.

but isn't it fine to be selfish sometimes?

clutching onto your phone, you'd tried dialing gojo's number at least six times before he answers. his voice groggy and slow, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep, "huh . . . hello?"

you wanted to yell at him, especially because he was the one who has been reminding you about this particular date night — and he was the one to forget about it, "good sleep?" you ended up asking him, voice hard.

"y/n . . . why did you—"

"why did i call? oh, i don't know. maybe because my boyfriend stood me up for an hour and a half. i look like an idiot sitting here, satoru," you mutter out in embarrassment, avoiding the lingering gazes from both waiters and waitresses around you.

for the past hour, you've lost count of how many times you'd ask them to refill your glass of tea — embarrassing. then telling them you were waiting for someone when they tried to ask you if you were going to order anything since there were people waiting for a table, just for the said person not showing up.

"what time is— oh, fuck. baby, i'm so sorry, i fell asleep when i was work—"

before he could finish his words, you finished it for him, "working. i get it, you're always working. clearly, you don't have time for anything else, right?" you ask him, signaling the waiter nearby for the bill.

"baby, i know. i'm so sorry, i'm on my way, okay? please," he whispers. you could hear a few shuffling on the background; along with a few curses he muttered under his breath as he stumble over his feet, mind hazy from all the sudden movements he was doing despite just waking up.

"no need. i'm leaving the place," you mutter, walking out of the restaurant — heels clacking on the pavement, "and 'm leaving you, because clearly you're not ready for a relationship, so bye."

gojo yells out, "what? no, baby. i swear — i'll make it up to you, please. don't leave me . . ." he rambled on the same words over and over again, "where are you? i'm picking you up. please, can we talk about this? i'm sorry, i know i should've—"

"bye, satoru," and with that you ended the call.

──────〃★ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

you fiddled the hem of your dress as you sat inside the almost closed restaurant, the last speck of hope you had on your boyfriend —sukuna— dissipating into hopelessness. standing up you walked over to the cashier, taking out your card to pay for the one glass of shrimp cocktail and one glass of white wine.

the cashier shot you a sympathetic look, and you didn't dare to look her into her eyes. face hard from embarrassment and shame, "thank you for coming, come again next time, ma'am . . ." she bids you goodbye as she returns your card.

walking out of the restaurant that now had the 'closed' sign flipped made your stomach churn in mixed feelings: anger, embarrassment, shame, sadness, everything all at once.

sinking your nails onto the palm of your hand, you muttered out strings of curses. you knew being in a relationship with someone who had no understanding to the concept of love was a hard thing — but honestly, you thought you got a hang of it. all this time you had been nothing but patient with sukuna, but maybe even that wasn't enough for him.

three hours. you sat alone inside the restaurant you booked for the both of you for three hours — each hour depleting your hope even more. and sukuna just managed to fuck it up even after he said he'd try. well, you should've underlined the keyword there: he said he'd try not that he'd come.

maybe you saw it coming yet it still disappointed you anyways.

your phone rang. even before you see who it was — you knew it's none other than sukuna. your heart screamed at you to answer his phone call, but your mind told you to leave it ringing because you were in no mood to talk to him. yet, at the end — you still pressed the answer button.

"what?"

"where are you?" his rough voice echoed through the line as you walked down the nearly empty street, holding onto your purse, "place's closed."

scoffing, you answered, "'f course it's closed, it's almost ten. i've been waiting for three hours, ryo. three hours."

you could hear him inhale sharply, "i was caught up with something, woman. where are you now?" he questioned. hearing a few car honking behind on the background, "where are you? answer me."

"doesn't matter, i left. and i'm leaving you, i was wrong thinking maybe i could've changed you — turns out, i couldn't. good luck to you," you mutter out sternly.

sukuna raised a brow, "y're kidding."

you weren't, and all he could hear next was the loud dial tune of the other line hanging up — now did he realize that this was all serious and you were actually leaving him for good.

──────〃★ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

you sighed, dialing toji for the first time of the night when he said that he was going to pick you up for a date, the phone rung for a while before going into voicemail. grumbling under your breath, you tried dialing him again for the second time, which ended up the same way.

all these time spent on makeup and picking out the best outfit — all for nothing as your boyfriend, toji failed to show up on time. angry, you tried calling him again for the third time, only for it to end up in voicemail yet again. this time you decided to leave a message for him.

"hey, you forgot. didn't you? hope you're happy with yourself, cause 'm not."

dating toji wasn't the easiest — but you love him, no matter what he was like. and it was stupid of you to do so, all this time you've defended his name against your friends' malice towards him, saying how he wasn't treating you well enough and that you deserved so much better.

despite all that, you love him. disregarding their words, retorting back to how toji treats you well, which he does — except for the times he tended to forget about everything, even you. maybe it was time to open your eyes and actually break up; because you did deserve better than this.

it would be a shame to let all this makeup go to waste, and so you hailed a cab and decided to go out for a treat. and made the best out of everything, that is until toji decided it would be the most convenient time to call you back amidst your little "me time".

wiping your hand on the napkin, you answered him, "huh, you're alive," you muttered out, huffing.

he sighs, "i forgot, sorry." you couldn't see him, but toji actually looked remorseful, already on his way out of his apartment to yours, "i'm on my way."

you chuckled, "doesn't matter. i left my house," you informed, taking a bite out of the crab meat, "so don't bother coming — and i don't think i don't deserve this kind of treatment from anyone, even you, toji. i'm breaking up with you because clearly you don't take this relationship as seriously as i am."

toji furrowed his brows, "i forgot, i fucked up, i can make it up. where are you right now?" he asks, his voice still as calm as cucumber. but the look on his face contradicted the tone of his voice.

"bye, toji. good luck."

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[boowritess]

notsobaddasssoldier!reader who is kinda a cunt

reader who just doesn't give a shit about the 141 rank or title.

"you think just cause your captain of some lil task force i'm gonna bend over backwards for you? be serious."

"cool you're lieutenant...and.... anything else interesting? like how you think halloween is 24/7, or...?"

"oh so it's a big accomplishment you're sergeant at your big age? tell someone who cares."

you're just so... eh about their ranks. but they get some power trip when you call them said rank. makes them feel some sort of way that depsite your snark, you still call them by rank. showing the clear difference of inferiority and superiority between you and them.

till you notice and shut that shet down.

"your so fucking stupid. it's like if i met The Pope. I'm gonna call him Pope because he's The Pope. I still don't give a shit though."

"or like meeting a Doctor and calling them Doctor. I don't give a fuck that the persons a Doctor. I'll still call em it."

"better yet. hate the king. hate the queen. but i still call them the queen and king. because their dumbassary is just linked to their 'ranks'. if you keep annoying me the same is gonna go for you."

you have so much sass and snark that it becomes a truly humbling experience. and it's like - damn. they could put you over their knee and really put you in your place but reader takes things from 0-100 real fucking quick.

"you wanna what you fucking freak?"

"excuse me-?"

"you're so fucking dumb. get a braincell dumb bitch. do it and fucking find out what happens."

"shot me in the head and watch my corpse not give a fuck because I don't."

and when the guys get a lil too fucking serious about putting reader in their place. reader suddenly has a gun pointed at their face. you see what I mean by taking things to 0-100 real quick?

"dummy. really tryna fuck with me when we're surrounded by guns? fuck outta here with that bullshit."

"matter fact I'd just kill myself-"

"NO!" *141*

it's obvious you may be young and perhaps a little too mouthy for your own good but it's clear you're not going to be pushed around.

but it's obvious you ain't here for the 'greater good' and just doing the work to get the paycheck. while the guys find your snark to be really fucking annoying.

it turns out that you definitely have some perks.

you may not be able to hold yourself very long in battle, just a very basic solider with basic skill sets- your mouth and attitude can really work wonders on people.

in particular, the egotistical rookie who things they're all that. taking their sweet time with basic tasks, belittling other recruits who can do the bare minimum. just in general, an asshole. that's when you step in.

"you ain't shit bitch cause at the end of the fucking day turdface, you ain't bullet proof. i can shoot you right now, and all your running and yapping will cease to exist. your corspe will rot. people will stop knowing you as the loudmouth rookie, and you will just become nothing. infact. you are nothing."

*the recruit opens their mouth. you interrupt.*

"Nothing."

*recruit tries again.*

"Nothing."

it's an endless cycle that ceases when your hardened glare doesn't stop and you pick up a rock intending to throw it at the recruit. the blank, dead, serious look in your eyes showing you are more than fucking serious.

what really works wonders though, is they way you aren't worried about putting a superior in their place. the other 141 have basically been beaten in and to not question anything. they have been made to believe they are weapons more than human.

that gets shut down real quick.

you all have just come back from mission, that was grueling. a couple of you were injured. everyone looked worse for wear. dirts, scratches, blood. someone no longer had their vest. a few lost weapons. barely had any inventory. needing food, sleep, and then a long shower shower.

but instead waiting for the task force, was a superior officer, holding the next mission file. a mission they were supposed to be getting ready for and practically leave as soon as they got back.

before price could grab for it, you intercept. grabbing the mission file and throwing it at the superior officers face.

"you giant fucking anal peice of dried solid dog shit. we're not fucking doing that. we just got back from hiding in a fucking forest for three weeks with enemy surrounding us to get intel from a camp- THAT WASN'T FUCKING THERE. so you better turn and take those pretty polished shoes to another task force."

"what is your name, soldier?" *superior officer growls.*

"Dolly Parton. Now Dolly has just worked longer than a nine to five and Dolly ain't got the patience for dealing with a man like you. i got two bullets left. one for you and one for me. and if you think i won't do it- well we can put it to the test now-"

perhaps it was the utter dead look in your eyes, or the gentle yet seething venom in your tone. the superior officer simply growls and turns on their feet, leaving the task force.

it's funny cause you do get the respect, you are barely a good soldier but dang you can get shit done when need be. so price doesn't transfer you. he still keeps you close.

ghost is the one who loves the feral little shit you are. gaz and you talk mad shit about everyone on base. soap just absolutely adores you, you're the little sibling he's always wanted.

a/n: inspired by the feral nature of gen z.

[akxmee]

𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌//𝘑𝘑𝘒 𝘉𝘖𝘠𝘚

Your relationship was perfect, so why?

Satoru gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento.

𝘚𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘜 𝘎𝘖𝘑𝘖

: 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘.

If someone asked Satoru who his first priority was, you would be his answer.

Because that's what sounds right, isn't it? But no, deep inside you were anything but that. Satoru never considered you his top priority even though you were his girlfriend, the world was above you. Don't get him wrong; it's not like he didn't love you, it was just that his responsability as the strongest came first.

And you knew it.

You knew he would never choose you over his work, as much as he claimed that he was bored of it or how many times he slacked out of it. It was something he was chained to and he wasn't even aware of it, but you were.

So naturally, this was the main factor you two didn't really work. That's the reason you were driving your car right now, clutching on the steering wheel while being on your phone with Satoru.

—So you're literally telling me to go back right now?

—Yeah, sorry babe. I'll make it u-

—Don't you dare say you'll make it up to me, Satoru. It's our fucking anniversary, and you're going to miss it again?

Silence filled the air, you didn't hear a reply coming from your phone. You knew you hit a nerve there, because he did miss your anniversary last year too for the same fucking reason: some stupid, dammed mission that wasn't even that important. You heard a sigh, and he talked again in a softer voice.

—Y/N, you know this is my duty as the strongest..

—This is also your duty as a boyfriend, or did you forget?

—Please babe, you know the world needs me right now the most.

—I need you too, Toru.

It came out of you in a tone needier than I should be, you were desperate at this point. You had planned everything so nice for your three years anniversary; your cute elegant outfit that matched the blue of his eyes in such a sotisficate way, the place where you two would have dinner since you wanted to make it perfect..hell, you even planned to be the one picking him up since it was all a surprise! All he had to do is put a damn suit and spend the day with you, and he wasn't able to do that because of some guard thing. He has his right to be busy, yeah, but isn't he always? You would even understand if it was something urgent like a major threat curse, but it was some casual guard around Shibuya.

—I know you do, honey. I understand, but..

—But the world is more important, isn't it?

He kept silence, and then you knew again.

It has always been, so where's the surprise? You should've known better.

—I'm so, so sorry. I'll try to make time for next week, maybe?

—We make three years tonight, not next week.

—I know, i'm sorry.

—You're always sorry, Satoru! But you never show it. You were sorry last year too, and you're just going to do It again!

At this point your whole makeup was ruined by tears, but you still kept your cool as far as you could. You even managed to park your car at some parking lot you found on your way since driving while being distracted was pretty dangerous, and your blurry vision could mess you up while being on the road.

He sighed once again.

—Y/N, let's just talk it out. I'm sure we can agree on som-

—No, Satoru. I won't humiliate myself once again trying to make it work out all by myself. This is it; me or that mission of yours. You choose me, i let it pass and pick you up from whenever you go to get to our anniversary date.

You take a deep breath before continuing.

—You choose the mission, you don't call me again expecting another date. You don't even dare to call me again because i will block you, we're just done.

An uncomfortable silence appears, you can feel the tension even if it's just by the phone.

On the other line, Satoru bites his lip thinking what he should even do. He thinks and thinks, considering wether he should choose. The world was his responsability, but so was his relationship with you too. He knew how much you suffered everytime he left for a long period of time, and he didn't wish for you to suffer because of him and his work again. However his duty was also important, being the strongest and all. This job had him tied up and he couldn't leave it for you even if he desired so.

But as hard as this decision was, he had to make it.

So he finally chose.

—Okay, princess. I'm at shibuya's station, come and pick me up please?

He smiled sweetly at his phone.

Yeah, he did the right thing. You were worth the sacrifice and he knew you would be happy to hear it.

So, why weren't you replying?

Fuck.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP..

He tried to call you again, and again, and again.

You had blocked him by then.

𝘛𝘖𝘑𝘐 𝘍𝘜𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘜𝘙𝘖:

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄.

It all started by small mistakes, like this morning when you approached him while he was cooking. You hugged him from behind as he cooked breakfast for you and your little Megumi, who you loved as if he was your biological son.

—Hey hon. What are you making?

He looked at you over his shoulder, leaning in a bit and kissing your temple as a greeting before replying.

—Your favorite, scrambled eggs.

You paused for a second, wondering if you heard right.

—Sorry, what?

He looked at you weird as if he didn't understand where your confusion came from before repeating.

—Scrambled eggs.

—That's not mom's favorite, dad! I know it, she prefers them fried.

You hear Megumi from the kitchen table, and he inmediately smiles at you when he feels you look at him as he was proud of his answer. You nod your head at the kid.

—That's right sweetie. Mom's glad you remembered, unlike someone I know...

You joked, emphasizing the "someone" in your sentence. Megumi laughed and so did you.

However, he didn't laugh.

Instead, he simply put the scrambled eggs in his plate and put a new egg on the frying pan.

—Well, then fried eggs it is.

You thought nothing of it back then, until later on you found out a photo of toji and his ex wife having breakfast on a restaurant while you were looking for a shirt to borrow in his drawer. You looked at it closely, so close that you even looked at what they were having out of pure curiosity. Want to know what was in her plate? Scrambled eggs.

Now, the confusion had more sense.

It wasn't a mistake, he just did it again.

Once again, he reflected his wife in you.

This has happened more than once, him pretending you were his late wife just because he missed her. At first you didn't mind, he was getting used to the married life and having another wife after losing his last one was hard enough for you to understand it and let it pass.

However, as time passed by it became more frequent.

From him simply calling you nicknames like "Love" instead of "doll" or mistaking your clothes size with hers to things like confusing your hobbies, favorite movies and memories with hers. He recalled moments you didn't even spend with him that you later on figured that were with his ex wife, and Megumi was the one that usually had to correct him when he did so.

It was tiring, and it was driving you insane.

It made you insecure knowing that every time he saw you, his mind reflected the image of his deceased wife in his eyes. How many times have you thought about her while he held your hand, while he kissed you or while he held you? To him, were you Y/N or were you someone who really resembled her? He liked you because you were you, or because she was like you too? You didn't know, and you didn't want to.

So after thinking about it for what felt like an eternity and watching it happen again and again, you decided to leave. It wasn't healthy for you anymore, this lifestyle was only hurting you all over.

This had to end.

—You're going to leave dad, aren't you?

No way.

You looked behind you, finding Megumi at your door at the verge of tears. He started sobbing silently when he didn't hear a reply from you, rushing to hug your leg.

—Mom, please, d-don't go. I'll talk to daddy, I promise! We will make fried eggs tomorrow too. He will remember this time..

It sincerely broke your heart how tightly he clung to your leg. His hands were trembling and you felt the need to comfort him, so you grabbed him by his shoulders and crouched down.

Then, you spoke softly.

—It's okay, Megs. Mommy is not leaving, I'm just packing my things because i have to go on a business trip in a few days. You understand, right?

He looked at you as he sobbed, and you wiped his tears with your sleeve.

—So you won't leave me and dad?

—Yes, I won't. Mommy has a little something to do, but we can have fried eggs tomorrow.

He looked calmer, but he still looked at you worried. You could tell he was still scared.

—Mom..

He pulled on your tear stained sleeve.

—Yes, sweetie?

—Could you...—He looked down, shy to ask.— ..read me a book tonight?

You looked at him in awe, it has been so long since you read him a book since he claimed that he was a big boy now and didn't need it anymore. Yet, he was asking for you to do it again.

You looked at your bags and sighed.

—Yeah, why not.

And you did, you accompanied him to his room and tucked him in before grabbing a random book from the shelf to read. He struggled to stay awake throughout the story and managed to do so despite how sleepy he was, You could tell how he was still a little unsure that you weren't going to leave. So before you put the book back and kissed the boy goodnight, he asked if you could sleep with him that night. You hesitated but said yes, and he made space for you to fit in his bed while you two hugged eachother to sleep. He was calmer and happy now that you were laying with him since that meant you wouldn't leave, at least not for tonight if he stayed awake. That was his plan: staying awake the whole night to check if you were planning to leave or not. You wouldn't like it if he catched you, but he figured it was for the best. He smiled and snuggled with you, he won't let you go.

But his plan failed, he fell asleep.

And when he woke up, you where nowhere to be found.

𝘕𝘈𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘐 𝘒𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘖:

𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌.

Nanami loved you to the core, he was so sure of it.

You were the one he wanted to marry, you were the one he wanted to have kids with and he wanted to be the one you call "husband". As simple as that, he just wanted to have a future with you in it. He wouldn't have dated you if he wasn't sure of it, he was a determined man after all.

It took you so long to make him fall in love with you, but you managed to do so. You dug into his heart and reached places in him that he didn't even know he had in such a small place. You took over his heart and became the main focus of his mind, occupying all his thoughts throughout the day until he managed to see you when he came back home. You did little things for him every day that made him fall more in love with you every day, and he loved that.

Until you stopped.

It wasn't immediate, but little by little you began to distance yourself from him and stop trying to make him fall in love with you even more as you always used to do. The funny compliments without any context stopped being present in every conversation, your handmade gifts for when you got home such as cards or matching bracelets stopped appearing and time together It began to decrease more and more.

And he noticed that.

And he missed it, missed them so much. He did because he loved you so much, and he felt like he was losing you. He thought that maybe you were going through a bad time, that maybe you were angry with him, but every time he asked you you always answered him in such a sweet and kind tone that he knew immediately it wasn't something he did. Because he knew you, and he knew that the reason was something deeper than that.

He loved you so much that even when he looked at you right now, crying in front on him, he could only think about one thing: you're beautiful.

—How did you know, Kento?

He smiled at you, holding your hand and wiping your tears away. Nanami simply shrugged.

—I just felt that tension between the two of us. We weren't in love, not anymore.

—Yeah, i felt it too. I was just...worried of hurting you, because I had this feeling that you still loved me.

His expression remained as it was before despite what he was feeling right now. If only you knew how wrong you were to think that it wasn't true, that he didn't love you. He did love you, he loves you so much he wants to keep you all by himself and force you to love him again. He loves you so much he wants to cry hearing you confess to him that you fell out of love even if he already knew it.

He loves you so much he's letting you go.

—..but I'm glad you're the one who proposed the breakup. Otherwise, we would be still stuck in a no feelings relationship.

He finished wiping your tears and slowly moved his hand away, as if he was holding back the urge to touch you again.

—If you're glad then, why do you cry?

He asks you, genuinely curious. He was the one that wanted to bawl his eyes out, seeing the love of his life reach for the door to leave him and never come back again. However, you looked back again and shrugged at him like he did to you just a moment ago.

—I'm just sad that this is how we end. After 4 years of dating I... I just felt that you were the one I was going to marry one day.—You looked back at the door, opening it.—So I guess it's just younger Y/N lamenting the end of this relationship.

—Yeah, I understand what you mean.

You gave him a sad smile.

—I.. don't regret dating you at all, Kento. Just hope you know that.

He nodded, you took that as your sign to go.

—Goodbye, Nanami.

—Goodbye, Y/N.—He took a deep breath, whispering something.—..I love you.

But you already closed the door.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: nanami's was so short, but i swear i couldn't make this man suffer anymore he's just too good 😩 anyways, hope you enjoyed this angst! 💕

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my dirty little secret ~ bfd/daddy!Joel

↳ summary: Joel's tired of being hard all the fucking time while you're around and gives you a taste of your own medicine.

I'll never stop makin' you feel this good ~bfd/dom!Joel

↳ summary: After returning to your hometown, you reconnect with your childhood friend Sarah and her father Joel, a retired firefighter. As you spend time with him, you can't deny the spark between you, and soon you find yourself on a date with Joel, where things quickly heat up and the chemistry between you becomes impossible to ignore.

who's your daddy? ~ daddy!Joel

↳ summary: You're feeling down after a long week of unsuccessful dating app swipes, but Joel's "daddy effect" makes you feel desired and loved. You spend the night at his mansion, basking in his attention and care.

dirty daddy ~daddy/dbf!Joel

↳ summary: Congratulations, you've just earned yourself a daddy, albeit not for being a good girl.

crush ~ dbf!Joel

↳ summary: You find a way to have your way with your best friends dad

you got me thinkin' nonsense ~ dbf!Joel

↳ summary: Joel's asked to watch you and your parents' house while they're away, and boy, does he take watching you seriously.

without warning ~ dbf, creepy!Joel

↳ summary: You find yourself in an unexpected situation with Joel, your family's friend, and longtime acquaintance. But when the dust settles, you're left wondering if things will ever be the same between you two again. Will you be able to move past this moment, or will it forever change your relationship with Joel?

bad idea, right? ~ dad's boss!Joel

↳ summary: The thrill of sneaking around and the intense physical pleasure are difficult to forget, but the guilt and shame that accompany them can not be ignored. You find yourself questioning whether your actions were justified and whether you should risk it again.

pregame play ~ dbf/dom!joel

↳ summary: During a game day gathering at your house, one thing leads to another, and you find yourself in the bathroom with Joel Miller, one of your dads best friends. As you cross the goal line, you're with a newfound understanding of your own desires

candy hearts ~ outbreak!joel x reader

↳ summary: You find Joel the perfect Valentine's gift

unbelievable ~ mechanic!Joel

↳ summary: The 'I can fix more than your car' trope

a sweet arrangement ~ sugardaddy!Joel

↳ Summary: You sign up for a sugar daddy app. What's the worst that could happen?

free use, full plate - no outbreak au

↳ summary: Joel takes out his frustration on your pussy after a long day at work.

divide my legs like a mathematician ~dbf!Joel x virgin!reader

↳ summary: Joel takes your virginity by the pool

girl next door ~ neighbor!Joel

↳ summary: Joel finds himself overwhelmed by the desire to possess something that belongs to you, leading him to indulge in a secret fantasy.

daddy please! ~ daddy!Joel

↳ summary: It's that time of day, the one where Joel edges you for as long as he can.

Subscribe ~ dbf!Joel

↳ summary: When Joel accidentally stumbles upon your only fans, he convinces himself he's only subscribing to help you through college. And then you send him his top-tier subscriber personal video and he's fucked because you don't even know it's him your dad's best friend.

I'm down bad, fuck it if I can't have him. ~dbf!Joel

↳ summary: In the intimate confines of Joel's home, you navigate the complexities of an open relationship, discovering the liberating power of vulnerability and desire under the watchful eye of his wife.

How quickly can you take your clothes off, pop quiz ~ Joel miller x reader

↳ Summary: The enemies to lovers/one bed/forced close proximity/light grumpy x sunshine/patrol partner fic no one asked for.

Tastes like strawberries ~dom/dbf!joel

↳ Summary: after accidentally sending your dads best friend a provocative photo meant for someone else you go to "apologize" in person.

Watermelon Sugar ~ dbf!joel

↳ Summary: At the annual neighborhood barbecue, you can't ignore the sparks flying between you and Joel Miller, your dad's best friend. What starts as playful flirting leads to a secret, steamy encounter that leaves you both wanting more.

Moth to a Flame ~ Firefighter!Joel

↳ Summary: During a fire station training session, seasoned firefighter Joel Miller becomes entranced by a volunteer's poise and spirit. When you lose your cherished nanna's ring in the hustle and bustle, Joel seizes the opportunity to return it.

Howdy Honey Masterlist - Ranch hand!Joel x f!reader

↳ summary: After a tumultuous fall from your horse that leaves you with a fractured wrist and bruised ribs, you find solace in the strong arms and gentle care of Joel Miller, the new ranch hand whose rugged exterior hides a tender heart.

Sugar Daddy AU Masterlist

↳ summary: You sign up for a sugar daddy dating app, what's the worst that could happen?

Soft!Daddy Travel Diaries AU

↳ summary: you find comfort and care in the arms of an older lover, feeling safe and loved in their presence. And then he fucks you around the world.

Beach Daddy Masterlist

↳ Summary: You go on the vacation of a lifetime aboard your friend Sarah's yacht, but when you get there, you discover Sarah is engaged to your ex-boyfriend.

The only good thing about this trip is Joel. He's kind, considerate, and handsome. And you think he might be interested in you too. But he just so happens to be Sarah's dad.

[hauntedwitch04]

Little one

Sam Winchester x reader

Words: about 3.9k words

Warnings: smut, smut, I forgot to say smut, DESTIEL BECAUSE I LOVE THEM, dirty talk

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DAY 5: Size kink

"Hey little one do you need a hand?" You hear Sam ask, hearing in his tone of voice that silly little sly smile you hate so much. You huff as still with your back turned you don't even turn to look at him, knowing you couldn't help but melt under the gaze of his green eyes. You feel him coming up behind you, his chest brushing against your back as you see his hand reach for the book you've been reaching for for more than ten minutes. His presence behind you almost makes your knees give way.

The two of you have been playing this game for weeks now, provoking the other but at the same time neither of you seems to have the courage to take matters into their own hands and drag the other into your bedroom. A few days ago Sam realized how sensitive you are to the size difference between the two of you. You have never considered yourself short, you have always been average, but next to him you look little more than a smurf. He is literally a giant, and that doesn't mean he is merely tall, but because of the life you lead he has developed a lot of muscles in his arms and chest, as well as perfect abs, and that makes him imposing, and fuck if that isn't attractive. You get lost in thinking what it must be like to be under him, enclosed between his warm body and his bed, but almost immediately you are interrupted by a cough behind you. You turn and see him with a raised eyebrow looking at you amused. Now the two of you are face to face, or rather you have your face at his chest level, and in fact you have to look up to stare into his eyes.

The man in front of you seems to be quite amused by this, in fact he leans forward a little, thinking you would move for that movement, and instead you stand still, not showing weakness.

"Careful little one your neck will hurt if you keep holding it like that. Maybe we should buy a stepladder at least you'd be able to look me in the eye without any trouble." Says Sam, a breath away from your lips.

"You giant asshole, I swear I'll cut your balls off if-" You start to threaten him, but you are interrupted by a new voice. Castiel has just entered the room and is looking at you with a questioning expression before shouting.

"Dean they are doing it again." He says to the other hunter who immediately responds to the angel, threatening you as well.

"Home run before you see things you don't want to see. And you two stop circling around the fact that you want to fuck. There's too much sexual tension in the air and no one can take it anymore. You better find a solution or I swear I'll have the next witch I meet charm you." Says the brother of the man in front of you, from the kitchen, making both you and Sammy blush.

"Fuck you Dean." Sam manages to say, not looking you in the eye. Immediately you turn away from each other, going in different directions.

You arrive in your room, close the door, and lean against it as you take a breath of relief.

You can't deny that there is not that sexual tension between the two of you that Dean accuses you of, but at the same time you don't have the courage to take that extra step for fear of being rejected because treacherously you think Sam intends all that as a kind of game between the two of you, but nothing more. You stay for a moment thinking again about the feeling of his body so big and muscular against yours. You felt so small and helpless, and yet you were not afraid, in fact all your brain could process were rather spicy situations with the youngest of the Winchesters. Then suddenly you violently detach yourself from the door, as your mind was again training itself in those overly specific thoughts of what it would be like to be fucked by Sam, placed on all fours on his bed, while he on top of you, with his chest pressed against your back, holding the bed keyboard with one strong hand to make stronger, firmer thrusts. You get lost in thinking about what it must feel like to have his kisses on your bare back with the light beard he has, what one of his strong hands gripping one of your hips must feel like, or his cock pushing in. You decide it's time for a cold shower at the very moment you're left thinking about whether the size of his member is directly proportional to everything else, hoping that at least that might bring you back to your senses a little.

You've never been much of a person who likes to go to parties, but you certainly can't say no to a nice evening with your favorite people spent drinking and singing your favorite songs. By now it is very late and both Dean and Cas have gone to bed, no matter how much the last one doesn't sleep, but by now since they had declared themselves to each other they had created a routine, thanks to which the oldest of the Winchesters is finally able to sleep without nightmares. You are happy forni your friends, they both deserve the small portion of happiness that fate has reserved for them, and on the contrary you wish they had fi more. Since they've gone to bed, though, you and Sam are left alone, with more than ample amount of alcohol in your system, which is a bit dangerous considering the thoughts some days that led you to take a shower so cold that even penguins would beat their beaks for cold.

You and young Winchester spent those days avoiding each other, and when you couldn't, all you could do was avoid each other's gaze and not blush.

You remain silent again, enjoying that peace to which you are not very accustomed. You are sitting side by side, and you can't help but slowly move closer to his body, attracted by the warmth it produces.

It seems like hours go by, and maybe it's only a few minutes, but eventually he interrupts that state of stillness.

"Can I ask you a question?" Sammy asks, turning toward you, and you can't help but be a little annoyed by his question, but you nod as you down some more alcohol. He seems to consider what words to use.

"Have you ever thought of anything more than this between us?" The man asks, looking you in the eye. You pause with your glass in midair, petrified by that question. For a moment it crosses your mind that he has figured out how you feel about him, but then you look at him and see him waiting for your answer and realize that he is really only asking you out of pure curiosity.

"Why did you think of that?" You ask in turn defensively. You see him hesitate for a moment as you did a few seconds earlier, but eventually he flashes you a smile, regaining all the resourcefulness he has shown in this last period.

"Oh little one, I'm afraid I'd scare you if I told you all the things I've been thinking about doing with you." He says in a rough, sensual voice, and you immediately feel a shiver go down your spine. You feel him move closer to you, while you remain still, afraid that if you moved even a finger, this whole situation would vanish like a soap bubble. You think more than once that all this is a dream produced by the alcohol in your system, then you feel his lips on your neck and realize that it is all true.

"Well you could show me a couple of things you've imagined doing with me, and I'll tell you if they're the same things I've thought of." I say in a whisper, as he continues to nibble on my neck, leaving sweet kisses at times.

"You're going to fucking kill me sooner or later." Sam comments before standing up, and with a smooth, quick movement, hoisting me onto his shoulder. I let out a soft yelp, before starting to bombard him with threats and questions.

"Sam Winchester, let me go now! Where are you taking me?" I ask, trying not to give away that just that simple gesture that showcased his strength and how much bigger he was physically than you was turning you on.

"In the room, unless you want to be fucked here where anyone could walk in at any moment. I didn't take you for that kind of person, but we could always try it another time." He says chuckling, while you in response punch him lightly in the back. "Besides, from here I have a first-class view of your ass." He continues nonchalantly, and you can't help but blush.

"Sam!" You take him back, but he immediately doesn't give you time to continue.

"Little one, don't be an angel, because we both know how many times you've thought about doing dirty things with me, and you can't even lie because it was all over your face." Notices Sam, scolding you as one scolds a child who has eaten too much candy.

"Like you had a marble mask on, and you couldn't see all the times you looked at my boobs." You comment, as you try to figure out by now where you are, but the corridors of the bunker are all dark and you can't quite get your bearings.

"It's not my fault you have particularly nice tits." He replies, as if it were a given, and you can't help but laugh at the situation. Your laughter is interrupted, however, when Sam throws you onto what you recognize to be his bed.

The playful air that had been created disappears in an instant and gives way to a new tension, steeped in passion and mischief. The youngest Winchester slides all the way down your body until his plump lips are inches from yours. The feel of his body, so large compared to yours, is even better than you had imagined. He spends a few seconds teasing you, kissing all over your face and the area near your mouth, but he doesn't touch your lips a single time, until you slip your hands into his hair and force him to do so. He smiles against your lips, and when you pull away to get some air, he teases you.

"Someone is a little impatient, what can't you wait to feel my cock inside you anymore?" He asks rhetorically, while his hands begin working to remove the several layers of clothes you are wearing.

"All promises Winchester, it's time to keep them." You say, trying to answer him again in kind as pleasure begins to work its way through you.

"You'll regret this shamelessness little one, another time, not today, but next time I won't be as good to you as I will be this time."

Quickly he removes the few clothes you have on while you do the same to him, a little groggy from pleasure and a little from alcohol.

He kisses your neck, leaving red, biting marks as he slowly moves down to your breasts, to remove the bra you still have on. He takes one of your nipples in his teeth, while the other teases it with his hand.

Once he is done torturing your breasts, he goes down to your navel with his kisses and then gently bites your panties. A shiver runs through you again as you feel his lips graze the skin of your legs, while he stares into your eyes and pulls them off with such slowness that you feel faint before long at how hard your heart is beating.

"You better get moving Winchester." You try to threaten him, once he completely peels off the penultimate layer of clothing that stood between you and him, since he still has his boxers on.

"Or what small thing? I don't think you're in a position to threaten me." He comments amused, before returning to your center, and leaving sweet kisses all around in your inner thigh. You can't help but sigh as you slip a hand into his soft, long hair, trying to take him where you most desire.

"Fuck you." That's all you can say in response, and he can't help but laugh. Eventually Sam lets you guide him where you want him, and finally his lips meet those of your pussy. You can't help but let out a moan mixed with a scream as the man squeezes your clit between his teeth as he had done with your nipples earlier. With his tongue he continues to lick you, slowly increasing the pleasure.

Suasult when you also feel his fingers join in the torture, as he rhythmically works them into you. His fingers are long and big, enough to reach all the right places, and make you wriggle between the covers of the now unmade bed, making you clutch the sheet so tight you thought it would tear.

Eventually, faster than it had ever happened to you, you feel the orgasm coming, with the impetuosity of a wave ready to sweep whatever it meets in its path.

"Sam- fuck- please don't stop." You beg him, as you continue to move your hips under his mouth to create more friction.

"Oh my little one is cumming?" He asks, pulling away from you slightly.

"Sam, please." You beg him again as you run a hand through his hair again, and he can't help but moan as you do so.

He doesn't respond to you, but his actions speak for themselves as he again begins to lick your center as he speeds his fingers entering your pussy. A few minutes pass and you finally reach orgasm, and for a second you think you lose contact with the whole world. All you hear in your ears is blood pulsing, your eyes narrowed as your lips hold back a scream, while your hands continue to cling tightly to Sam's hair. Once you regain your breath and some clarity you stop and look at Sammy who is now looking at you seriously. Around your mouth you can still see the remnants of the otherworldly experience you just had.

"Are you okay?" He asks you as he licks his lips.

"Never felt better." You answer, as you signal for him to come up. He complies and comes with his face at the same height as yours. You kiss him softly, and he can't help but do the same. It is very different from the kiss you shared earlier, passionate and impetuous, but no less sensual and beautiful. Then suddenly you take him by surprise and reverse the situation by finding yourself on top of him.

"Now it's my turn to torture you a little." You whisper in his ear before moving down to his boxers. You slip them off him the same way he took off your underwear, which is with your teeth, and you hear him cursing as you brush against his now very obvious erection. Then unable to hold back you take his member with your hands, and like everything in your body it seems to be huge compared to you, but in this case you don't really know if it is your point of view or is objective. You tease his entire length with your tongue, before starting to suck lightly at the tip, while moving your hand along everything else you don't touch. Immediately his hand, almost as big as your head, gets stuck in your hair and begins to send you further and further down, at the pace he likes best. That's how Sam begins to fuck your mouth, at first slower, going steadily increasing, so that the last thrusts you feel his cock coming down your throat, and you can't help but get aroused when you feel the air miss you. He continues this game for a few minutes, until with a series of moans where he screams your name he doesn't cum in your mouth, and you swallow everything he gives you.

"That's my girl." Sammy comments as he catches his breath, but you see a spark in his eyes that tells you you're not even close to the end.

"So far we've been playing, now comes the main course." He continues, as again he reverses the situation, bringing you under him. You feel one of your thighs open, and with his knee he stimulates your pussy. Immediately you let out a scream that he silences with his lips. You begin to kiss more and more passionately as you feel him driving his cock in front of your entrance. The moment he is about to push in for the first time, you stop him by asking him a question?

"Are you sure it fits?" You ask slightly frightened by his size, and excited at the same time. He looks at you and chuckles a little, throwing his head into the crook of your neck.

"It's just that I've never had anyone so ...great, it's no laughing matter Winchester!" You continue, chuckling in turn. He kisses you gently on the nose before answering you.

"I promise in case it does you, you'll just have to tell me and we'll stop right away, okay?" He asks seriously, watching you as he moves a strand of hair away from your face. "Besides, I think the orgasm has prepared you well honey." He finishes by winking at you. He kisses you again but this one more gently, trying to distract you. You feel him enter you, and for a moment you think you have died and are in your own little piece of heaven.

"Are you okay little one?" Sam asks seeing your closed eyes and clenched fists holding the pillow.

"Oh God, Winchester you better move your ass and fuck me before I come at this exact moment." You whisper, as you release one hand to bring him to you and kiss him. You feel him begin to thrust in and out of you, picking up a rather fast pace as he stimulates one of your breasts with one hand and his lips are busy making more marks on your neck, lest he cry out your name in pleasure. You are not much better off, so much so that at one point you feel an iron taste of blood in your mouth from how much you bit your lips to keep Cas and Dean from hearing you. You keep moving in unison, seeking pure pleasure.

"God baby, you are so perfect. You don't know how much I've dreamed of having you under me, screaming my name, rocking your world." Sam comments, before kissing one of your breasts. "I love your body, so small compared to mine, so much that I'm afraid I'll break you every time I touch you, but at the same time so sinful that I can't stop myself from doing the worst sins they ever came up with even in hell."

You fail to respond too caught up in everything the boy is making you feel. You feel like it's the first time in years you've breathed again, the first time you've really tasted oxygen.

"Sam, please, I'm going to-" You are interrupted by a kiss from him.

"Me too baby." He replies after pulling away from your lips. "Your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard, I think I'm about to go crazy." He comments, and it seems that his words are the keys to reach again that already before, only with his fingers had you tasted, but that was but a paltry appetizer, this was of the magnitude of a wedding feast. Your whole body quivers with force, as your center, in pleasure, tightens even tighter around his size, making you feel the size of his member even more.

Just as Sam's words were for you, for him it seems that your orgasm triggers his, in fact when you finally seem to have regained some mental clarity, after spending several minutes with your mind clouded, drowsy with pleasure, you feel your womb being filled with his seed, and you have another orgasm, smaller than before, but still quite important.

It is some time before both of you have caught your breath, in each other's arms. You remain in silence enjoying the warmth of the naked body of the person you love by your side. Then without saying a word Sam moves to your side and encircles you with his arms, having spread a blanket over your uncovered bodies. You fall asleep within minutes, with a smile on your lips, both of you happy to be close to the one you love, and especially happy to know that the one you love loves you back.

BONUS (I can't help it, I love bonuses too much :) )

Dean sits at the kitchen table as Cas hands him a steaming cup of coffee. He thanks him with a whisper before sipping his drink in silence. The only noise in the room is that of the liquid slipping over his lips as the two lovers stare into the void, lost in their own thoughts. Eventually it is the angel who breaks the silence.

"We need to soundproof the rooms better." He comments, and Dean can make no more than a sound of approval. They had not slept a wink because of your shouting, and as happy as they were to know that now the tension between the two of you had been cleared up, they also did not want to hear how their nephew was created, since his brother and you had not made much effort to be quiet. And this was not the first time. Since you had come out to each other now almost a month ago, every night you had done nothing but shout each other's names in pleasure, so much so that often both Dean and Cas had decided to go for a drive, but they couldn't take it anymore.

"You're damn right." Dean says before taking another sip of coffee. "You know I almost preferred it when they hadn't come out, now I'm afraid to turn the corner and watch them procreate on the library table." Dean comments amused, finishing his drink as he sees his boyfriend shoot him a look and a smile.

"As if we never did." Cas says, laughing.

"But they don't know that." Dean replies, giving him a wink, then getting up and leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead and heading out of the room, obviously checking to make sure you are not in it.

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[mr-damian-s-power]

So Fat Nuggets being a gift to Angel Dust from Valentino kinda makes his existence feel less impactful. Angel finds comfort in a pet his abuser gave him. How does that work?

Worse yet, I'm sure I heard somewhere that originally, Angel rescued FN from a butcher. How is that not the better option? Angel felt sympathy for a small helpless animal and rescued it when he could have just as easily turned away and kept walking. He can feel positive emotions and thus, is viable for redemption. Organic character development, which Vivienne is allergic to, I guess.

Here, I thought up a scene for his introduction:

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One day, Charlie notices Angel sneaking into the hotel. He seems very shifty, constantly looking around as he sneaks to his room. There's something in his hands, clutched to his chest. He keeps hiding behind stuff until he's able to dart up the stairs.

Charlie sees all of this and is naturally worried. Why is Angel sneaking around? What was he holding? Oh no, was he sneaking drugs into the hotel again? She has to confront him about this.

She goes up to his room and knocks on the door. A clatter is heard from inside, like something big fell on the floor, followed by a high squeal of all things that definitely didn't come from Angel.

Angel - What? Who is it?

Charlie - It's Charlie! Can I come in?

Charlie hears a quiet 'oh shit' followed by rustling from behind the door.

Charlie - Angel?

She goes to open the door, but it opens a crack as the Spider Demon casually leans against the doorframe.

Angel - Oh hey, Charlie, didn't hear you come in! What can I do ya for?

Charlie - Angel, I saw you creeping around the lobby just a minute ago before you came up here. I just wanted to know why.

Angel - *shrugs* I felt like it!

Charlie- *sighs* Angel, you know I don't like it when you lie.

Angel - I'm not! That thing I was holding was just...food!

Charlie- *narrows her eyes* I never said you were holding anything.

Angel looks visibly uncomfortable and begins sweating.

Charlie slips into the room and begins looking around.

Charlie - Angel, we've been over this. I don't want you sneaking drugs into the hotel anymore. Now where have you hidden them?

Angel - I wa- I wasn't doing drugs!

Charlie- Then what are you hiding?

She looks over at Angel's bed as her eyes move downwards. An empty bag lay next to it. There must have been something under there.

Angel - Charlie, wait! No!

Charlie gets down and looks under the bed. She gasps. Instead of drugs, she finds a small shivering Hellpig staring back at her. It dashes out and runs to Angel Dust, who quickly scoops it up.

Charlie - Angel, what is that?

Angel - Charlie, look, it's not what you think, okay? He's not violent or anything. He won't bite! Hellpigs a-are actually way cleaner than you think. I promise I'll keep him-

Charlie - Angel Angel Angel, slow down! Okay, take just take a minute to breathe and tell me what's going on? Where did you get this Hellpig from?

Angel - *sighs* Alright! I was walking back here from another job, when I walked past a butcher. I looked in and saw this little guy. He was in this tiny cage, squealing for help. I looked at the greasy bastard running the place and knew he was gonna enjoy chopping this one up.

The Hellpig oinks sadly and nuzzles into Angel's chest.

Angel - I couldn't just leave him there! He looked at me with his big eyes and I knew what I had to do. I opened his cage, grabbed him and ran! The guy chased me for a bit, but I gave him the slip.

Charlie - You...rescued him?

Angel - You should have been there! The poor guy was miserable! I guess I just know what it's like to be trapped with no way out. I couldn't leave him to suffer the same.

Angel brings the Hellpig up and hugs it to his face. The small Demon snorts and wags his curly tail.

Charlie - Aaawww, Angel~

Angel - *cringes* Don't fucking 'aww Angel' me! You would've done the same!

Charlie- But you did it! You had no monetary gain in this, you just did it because it was the right thing to do.

Angel - Uh.....yeah! Yeah, I guess I did!

Charlie- And he's so cuuuute~

She grabs the Hellpig's cheeks and squeezes them.

Angel - Yeah, hehe, he is! He's like a little fat nugget!

Charlie - Well that was really nice of you, Angel. I'm proud!

Angel - So he can stay?

Charlie smiles and nods. Angel cheers and snuggles his face against the wiggling Hellpig.

Charlie - I'll leave you two alone now.

Angel - Thanks, Charlie! Oh, by the way, if some asshole comes over here looking for a Hellpig, tell him to fuck off!

Charlie - ......I'll keep that in mind!

-

Thoughts?

[litomilo]

part. 2

billie eilish x fem!reader 🧟‍♀️

warnings: smut, fingering, oral.

we were all having dinner, without glass plates or silverware, yes, we ate with our hands and the plates were paper or plastic, disposable so we wouldn't have to make noise when washing them, here everything is completely silent. billie was sitting next to me, this girl is very bold, she kept wrapping our feet and running her hand (the one she didn't use to eat, obviously) on my thigh.

god, I'm going to have to sleep in the same bed as this girl. i can't stand it.

as we finished eating, we threw the plates away and washed our hands. it was already 7:39 pm so i went straight to my room, i need to sleep so i can wake up early tomorrow, just like everyone else, nowadays everyone goes to bed either very early or very late... or not at all.

as soon as i got to my room, i grabbed a toothbrush from my backpack and went to the bathroom. i brushed my teeth very carefully and went to bed.

a while passed and someone i thought was Billie came in.

"lock the door" i murmured. i heard the door being locked and i relaxed back into bed.

"can i use your toothpaste?" the girl asked in a hoarse voice.

"go ahead," i answer, turning to the bathroom door, about 3 minutes later billie turned around, turned off the light and walked over to me, lying down next to me, facing me.

even in the dark, it was possible to see her blue eyes shining.

holy. shit.

"did you lose something here?" she asked, removing a strand of hair from my face.

how can i say anything without stuttering?

"no, sorry, good night," I replied dryly, turning to the other side.

"you don't have to be like that either," she whispered in my ear, making me shiver all over. the black-haired girl brought her body closer to mine and put her arm around my waist.

"you know, billie, who or what gave you all this authority? we practically just met!" and that's me playing hard to get.

"oh, don't be annoying, y/n! i know you want it..." she said smugly.

"big ego, eilish" i rolled my eyes.

"roll your eyes like that again and i'll give you a good reason to do it" darnn, she say these things with that hoarse voice of hers, my god... "did the cat got your tongue?"

i sigh.

"you know what? fuck it" i whisper, at that moment i took the desire that i had been repressing since the moment I saw her for the first time and went after her.

she seemed surprised when I pressed our lips together, but she wasn't even crazy enough to stop it, in seconds, the girl reversed positions, bringing her right hand to the hem of my blouse and i helped her take it off.

billie started to kiss my neck and down to my abdomen, probably leaving some marks along the way. as she went down, she also took off the sweatpants i was wearing.

"fuck... you're so fucking hot she said, stroking my waist. "it's going to be torture not being able to hear you while i fuck you" she whispered in that damn hoarse voice in my ear, making me shiver.

"go on, billie" i practically begged, bringing her hand down there, she just laughed and went back to kissing me, and when i least expected i felt her hand going into my panties, which made me moan softly.

"shhh" she said against my lips as she massaged my clit "I don't want to catch you by surprise, okay? I'm going to put two fingers now" she warned.

"okay" i nod, already anxious, soon feeling her inside me "oh my fuck, bil-",

"no noises" she interrupted me, covering my mouth with her free hand. billie started to speed up her movements, making me writhe all over the bed and i couldn't say anything.

this is being a torment.

"billie" i called in a whisper and she took her hand off my mouth "I'm gonna cum" i pant softly, she brought her face to my intimacy and spread my legs.

"quiet" was what she said before she started sucking my clit, and damn, it's so hard to stay quiet in this situation. i just grabbed the girl's hair and pulled it towards me to bring her face closer. she started to lower her mouth to my entrance, where she put her tongue in.

"jesus, billie!" i started in a high pitched tone, but when she squeezed my thigh (definitely leaving marks there) i lowered my voice and whimpered. she was moving her tongue in me, her hands all over my body, i just couldn't hold back and came undone in her mouth. ".... holy shit" i whisper breathlessly. billie licked all the cum that was dripping, making me let a low moan and went up again to kiss me.

"you taste so good" she said, giving me a few quick kisses.

"yeah?" i ask still breathless and she nods "then let me taste it too" i whisper kissing her lips.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Pure Filth

Pic used: x - It has not been altered.

Summary: You and Jensen enjoy a brief interlude back stage.

Pairings: Rockstar!Jensen x Musician!Reader (You)

Warnings: Smut. Dirty imagery. Brief fingering. Unprotected PinV sex. Public sex (mostly - your backstage, people are around). Little bit of dirty talk.

Word Count: 801

A/N: Okay, so I'm for sure still working on Chapter 5 and 6 of The Quicksilver Princess and barring some sort of disaster, I'll post both chapters by next Friday.

But I still haven't been able to get Austin out of my mind. The man is an absolute sex rock god! and the concert is lingering in my mind. I know I'm not alone. I got this request from @kayyay1219 and I knew I had to write something else besides Whiskey, Neat.

Hope you enjoy!! ❤️

As always, of course, this is a single, multiverse version of Jensen. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊

His head was thrown back, his pearl white teeth sunk deep into his plush bottom lip as you rubbed him through his jeans. His body still dripped sweat and the tang of it hit your nose as you buried your face in his neck.

You and Jensen had barely made it off the stage before he'd slipped behind some stacked up equipment boxes to slam you against the wall there, only partially shielding you both from the eyes of those who were running around backstage. 

It didn't matter. 

The rest of the band and the road crew knew how the two of you were together. You fought hard, fucked hard, and made incredible, electric music together.

That volatile combination was what brought endless, teeming crowds to your concerts and made the band skyrocket to the top of the charts over and over again.

So everyone just dealt with the fallout from it.

Jensen's lips were frantic and searching now; he breathed you in as he ran his tongue along your jaw before plunging it, wide and wet, into your open, waiting mouth.

As he inhaled you, consumed you, his hands were pulling at your clothes, shoving them up and out of his way so he could dimple your soft, yielding flesh with his hard fingers, squeezing you so tight it felt like he was leaving his fingerprints behind.

You pushed your hands up under the tank top he wore, running them over his sticky skin to his back, loving the way his muscles flexed and moved under your roaming fingers. 

He lifted your tight black skirt so it sat around your waist and then pushed your panties aside so he could swipe his middle finger and forefinger through your hot, wet slick, coating them quickly.

“Unf, fuck, fuck…” He chanted into your ear, before growling loudly as you raked your nails down his beautiful back, collecting him under your nails. The skin and sweat there made you feel dirty and clean at the same time.

You often joked with each other that the life you lived together was pure filth.

The way you loved each other was pure, even if it was dangerous. The way you clung to each other as Jensen slammed into you, acting as an alchemist, changing you from two beings into one. He was Plato, putting the two halves of your one soul back together, and it was pure. 

But the sounds you both made, the physical reality of the moment between you was filthy. The way he grunted as he desperately tried to get even deeper inside you, the way you sucked in too much air and let it slowly leak out of you in an earthy, whining sigh, the way your bodies slid against one another, slick with sweat - it was filthy.

The two of you together were pure filth.

In the hot, thick cacophony of backstage, he fucked you hard and deep, your leg held to his hip as he drove into you. His other hand was pressed tight against your clit, his fingers circling and creating a sharp and aching pleasure that you knew was about to explode.

He knew it too, and when he spoke his voice was rough, whiskey soaked and demanding, the same voice he used when he sang your songs on stage.

“I want everything from you, baby, squeeze me so fucking tight. Give me all your heat and all your screams.” 

He bent his head to lick the salt from your skin and suck on your neck, drinking you in like smooth, sweet tequila.

With his final thrust, you gave up all he asked for, screaming and clenching around him so tightly that he came instantly, his body rutting against you as your pussy milked him dry. 

You both stood on shaky legs and pulled in shaky breaths as he crushed you against the wall, the only thing keeping the two of you propped up.

Less than a minute passed before you heard your stage manager calling out to you both, standing far enough away that she wouldn't get an unsolicited peep show.

“Come the fuck on, you two!" She yelled at you. “The crowd's going ape shit for an encore!” She walked away, shaking her head indulgently.

You managed to help each other stand up straight; you tucked Jensen back into his jeans, and he pulled your skirt back down.

The way you could feel his cum slowly leaking out of you, staining your panties and wetting your thighs, was indecently filthy.

But the warmth in his shining green eyes as he looked down at you, and the way you could both feel your hearts pick up the rhythm of the drums as they called you to the stage - that was beautifully pure.

It was the Yin and Yang of your lives with one another and you wouldn't have changed that perfect balancing act for anything.

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Power Play

It was never meant to have happened, but in all fairness I'm glad it did. I do have an unspoken duty of care after all.

I'm Gavin, 22, studying at Uni for theatre. Friends have always said I've got an uncanny talent for acting, able to hide how I'm feeling, telling the most convincing lies, but despite that I do have an earnest care for my friends and for some that's a big deal.

So, it all happened one Friday night, some of the girl friends were hosting a house party. Alcohol, music, conversation, the usual. My friend Janice had asked if I was free earlier and invited me. I hadn't seen her all week so the chance to catch up is always welcome. I put on my best clothes and headed off to the house which thankfully wasn't too far from my own place. I brought along some Amaretto for the party and got to mingling with others. I arrived quite early so there weren't too many people around and I got the chance to meet the partygoers and meet up with Janice.

'Hey Gav, glad you could make it! Got some pretty big news!' whispered Janice excitedly in my ear.

'Really? What is it?' I asked eagerly. She waved her left hand in front of my face, a gold ring on her finger. My jaw dropped.

'Tina proposed to me, we're getting married in the New Year!' she cried. I smiled and hugged her. Tina was a friend of ours and had confided to me in secrecy that she had a crush on Janice, and over the space of a year it looks like they'd both hit it off really well.

'Congrats, that's awesome!' I cried. 'Is Teen here tonight?'.

'Yeah she's just over in the other room, I'll go get her' said Janice, and she made her way through to the kitchen. I sat down on the sofa and waited a while. More and more partygoers arrived and as the night went on I forgot about Janice and Tina.

Getting progressively tipsy and humming along to 'Tainted Love', someone slumped down on the sofa next to me.

'Fuck them lesbians' sighed a voice. I opened my eyes and looked to my right, there sat a guy that looked about 30 with a bottle of Budweiser in his hand, shaking his head.

'What's up?' I asked, looking to him in concern. The guy looked to me and shrugged.

'Same fucking story everywhere I go, I see a cute girl, magically they're gay. Swear every fucker's gay these days' he said, taking a sip of his drink. I didn't say anything, took a sip of my drink and looked across the room. I could see past the crowd by the doorway was Janice. She was consoling Tina, who was crying. We caught eachother's eyes and I tilted my head subtly to the guy next to me, she nodded and kissed Tina on the head. I understood the situation.

'So how about you my man? You smashing some puss tonight?' the guy asked, looking me up and down. I turned to him and smiled.

'Nah mate, I'm more for the buss!' I replied, winking. The guy almost spat his drink out.

'Fuck off mate, you ain't gay!' he said laughing. I sighed.

'Oh sorry, were you expecting something more like this?' I asked, dangling my wrist and swiping the air camply. He laughed again, looking at me in disbelief.

'For a moment there I could've sworn you were straight' he said.

'Well you know, not all of us act camp, I like what I like but keep it on the down low' I replied, to which he nodded. I felt like I needed to move this along.

'Say, do you work out?' I asked, looking to his arms. He looked and flexed his right arm.

'Ah, you like what you see?' he asked smugly, grinning. I nodded and took another sip of my drink. He chuckled softly.

'You know, I've never tried a guy before' he said quietly, leaning in a little closer.

'Might be your lucky night' I suggested. He started nodding and bit his lower lip, taking a good look at me. I could have cackled at how easy it was to get him invested.

'What do you say we go find somewhere quiet to… break some new ground?' he asked, chuckling. I could have suplexed myself from the eye roll I wanted to do, but I had to keep my composure and giggled.

'Well, my place is just down the road, should give us a chance to get to know eachother better' I smiled. He drank the last of his drink and stood up. I happened to catch sight of his bulge as he offered a hand to lift me up, predictable. I tenderly placed my hand in his and he hoisted me up onto my feet, grinning.

'Let's get going then!' he said, heading off out of the house. I followed behind him, giving Janice a quick thumbs up and a wink as she nodded understandingly, mouthing the words 'Thank you'.

We returned to my place, him squeezing my ass and getting excited all the while. I unlocked the front door and invited him in. As soon as I was done locking the door, he made his move, pinning me to the door and burying his nose in my shoulder blade, taking a deep sniff.

'Mmm, you smell good!' he said. I rolled my eyes.

'It's Playboy' I said passively. He pulled his nose out.

'That's what I'll call you! Playboy!' he said, smiling maniacally.

'Sure thing, umm' I said, looking to him for a name.

'Just call me Daddy you cocksucking bitch!' he growled, pinning me further into the door and kissing my neck. Daddy, how fucking predictable. I could just see how this was going to go down. He pulled away and exhaled, stroking my chest.

'I'll bet you're a right little slut aren't you, Playboy?' he asked, fiddling with my shirt buttons, slowly revealing my chest.

'Oh for sure!' I grinned, moving in to kiss him. He hesitated but proceeded to kiss me back. I moved my hands behind his shoulders, embracing him. I could feel his dick pressing against my leg, he was totally enjoying it.

'Fuck me!' he said, dazed.

'Don't you mean fuck ME, Daddy?' I asked. He started laughing and moved his hands down to my thighs.

'Didn't think I'd ever be doing this with a guy, it feels so good' he said, looking into my eyes, amazed.

'Well, let's enjoy this then' I said, taking him by the hands and guiding him to my bedroom.

We got into the room and he thrust me down on the bed, biting his lip.

'Alright, strip down Playboy, nice and slow' he said, stroking his own crotch. I sat smirking as I kicked off my shoes and undid the last buttons on my shirt, taking it off and throwing it away. I went to unbuckle my belt when he stopped me.

'Come over here, I wanna try something' he said. Walking over he turned me around and began to unbuckle my belt whilst his cock was grinding against my butt. Always so cute when first timers try to be all freaky.

'You like that?' he asked, resting his chin on my left shoulder, watching as he pulled my shorts down.

'Yes Daddy' I said breathily, trying not to laugh. He dropped my shorts and began rubbing my butt through my boxers with his hands.

'Oh that ass feels so good Playboy, can't wait to explore it!' he whispered.

'I sure hope Daddy's packing tonight' I replied. With that he turned me back to face him, pulled me into a passionate kiss and carried me over to the bed, laying me down on it. Getting on top of me, he looked down as I looked back up at him. I began to pull at his shirt and he took it off, revealing his muscular chest, I'll admit it wasn't half bad. Then I began to unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down, which he kicked off and there we were on the bed in our boxers.

'Open Daddy's pants!' he ordered, and I nodded, slipping them down his thighs. His dick sprung free, big and girthy, just how I like them.

'Ooooh, Daddy's got a big one!' I remarked in surprise, looking at it. He placed a hand under my chin, lifting it up to face him.

'Suck it, Playboy' he said, and so I began to do so, placing it in my mouth and beginning the blowjob. As it went on, his face became more strained as he tried not to shoot his load.

'Shit, you're good!' he moaned, looking to the ceiling. Eventually he stopped me and turned me over, pulling my boxers down.

'Alright Playboy, going in!' he chuckled. I could have cackled there and then, but I had to withold on the irony of that line. He began to spread my ass cheeks and inserted the tip of his dick, which slipped in easily. Even he was shocked.

'Damn, I thought you'd be tighter!' he said.

'C'mon Daddy, I'm a whore remember? Don't ruin this for yourself' I replied, massaging his leg. He nodded and continued to ride my backside, shaking the bed doing so. I'll admit this guy fucked with feeling, and as it went on and he reached climax, he wasn't aware of what else was going on.

When he finally came, sweaty and panting, he whooped in amazement.

'Wow Playboy, that was amazing!' he laughed, pulling himself away, but he soon realised he couldn't remove his dick from my ass.

'What's the matter Daddy? Too balls deep in me to let go?' I asked, turning my head to look at him. To his horror, his hands were beginning to sink slowly into my back, his pelvic region already sunk furthest into mine, and our feet had merged.

'Yo, what the fuck's going on?!' he shouted, but he couldn't pull himself free, he continued to sink into me as I began to cackle.

'You just fucked your way into a whole lot of trouble my guy!' I replied, laughing as he struggled.

'Let me go you fucking freak!' he roared as our legs were fully joined and his arms had sunk in.

'You upset my friends tonight, 'Daddy'. The lesbians you were moaning about, they just got engaged and you just had to come along and ruin their day' I said coldly as his back and shoulders sank in, him yelling out for help.

'And for the record, the name's Gavin. Suits me well considering how many homophobic, misogynistic pricks like you I've been gathering up to stop my friends being harrassed' I explained. By now the guy's face had melted into the back of my head and his screams became more and more muffled. Eventually he was fully sunk inside me, his added mass stretching me out and I began jerking my own dick, getting off my bed and spunking a few heavy loads on the carpet, excising myself of him. I looked at the pool of cum as it began to dry into the carpet.

'That's all you ever were, just a stain on society's carpet. Thanks for the muscles though' I said, cracking my neck and massaging my new musculature, reaching for my clothes. Though I thought to slip on the guy's jeans, they fitted me pretty nicely.

Making my way back over to Janice's place, most of the partygoers were filling out of the house. I went back in and found Tina and Janice, their faces lit up.

'Gav! Did you take care of that bastard?' asked Janice hopefully.

'Hey, I'm wearing his jeans aren't I?' I asked, turning to show them off 'Plus he filled me out a bit'. Janice shook her head, but smiled.

'I don't know how you do it, but thank you' said Tina, bowing her head. I pulled them both into a hug.

'Forget about him, he won't be bothering anyone anymore. Nobody messes with my friends' I said, looking to them in admiration.

'You're definitely gonna be the Best Man at the wedding, you know that right?' asked Janice. I folded my arms and rolled my eyes.

'And here I was hoping to be Chief Bridesmaid, oh well!' I sighed, shrugging. Janice and Tina began chuckling as I turned my attention to cleaning up the empty bottles and beer cans that the guests had left.

[redcherrykook]

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College Photography Teacher!Jungkook x Student!Reader

27 year old, stupidly handsome asshole teacher Mr. Jeon has absolutely no human decency, he believes your victim complex is what keeps you from ever achieving anything, letting people use you as a bridge. When something unexpected happens, the ice starts to melt as a foreign word called "empathy" enters his egocentric lense. Maybe he will finally manage to teach you a lesson now, since you keep failing his class.

(Mini series)- Episode six!

Song recommendation: Art deco- lana del rey & wicked games- the weeknd

Content: Cold, mean, distant, unprofessional Jungkook, hurt, stubborn reader, enemies to lovers, lowkey dramatic, accident happens, mutually beneficial relationship (emotionally), Jk learns a lot from her, Jk is mean but has a soft spot for reader (eventually), 6 year age gap, Reader is from a struggling background, Jk kind of rescues her, happy ending, angst at first, fluff, smut, comedy/crack, bickering, college setting, brief hospital setting

Warnings: swearing, name-calling,mentions of an accident involving a biker, mentions of hospital, mentions of injuries, really mean Jungkook, i promise he gets sweet, mentions of trauma and abuse (non detailed), mental health struggles (semi detailed), arguments

Sexual content: praise kink, size kink, oral; male receiving, hair pulling, chest play, making out, penetration (missionary, "legs up") clit play

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"What the fuck" you groan as the brightness hits your eyes

A familiar chuckle is heard not far from you, as your eyes try to rub the sleep away.

"Forgot you're not so sweet when you wake up" the same deep, morning tainted voice says, one knee dipping back into the bed after opening the window.

Jungkook looks annoyingly handsome with his hair messy and his voice raspy.

His body laying back down to yours as he makes the effort to hold you close, one arm wrapped around your waist.

The morning fog slowly whisps away and realization hits,

You're next to your teacher,

Your boyfriend,

Who ate you out on his couch yesterday .

"You okay baby?" he teases, his thumb holding up your chin with that smug smirk on his face.

You scoff, hiding your face in his naked, toned chest as he laughs, caressing your head softly,

"You're so annoying kook. Stop calling me baby i'm gonna pass out"

Your head wobbles back up, face right in front of his.

You're able to graze upon every little feature that made him even more beautiful.

He looks so much warmer with a soft smile and the sunlight that kisses his face good morning,

Until he flicks your forehead and rolls his eyes.

"Absolutely not, you're an idiot for believing i wouldn't call you whatever i want now that you're with me"

The plain look on his face says enough, so you smack his chest,

But he notices your smile that´s playing softly on the corner of your lips, kissing it briefly.

"You like it"

Sick of his teasing, your hands cup his cheeks, placing a long delicate kiss on his lips,

As your eyes meet back to his, he looks stunned, almost confused.

"I do. But you do as well. Stop it now seriously"

He groans, standing up and ruffling your hair, as if the previous sleep hadn´t already messed it up enough.

"Shut up. You're bold now huh? That's alright baby, i'll tame you again" with a small wink, he makes his way out of the bed.

Maybe that's for the better, knowing you two would bicker until the sun sets once more.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The morning time hasn't been awkward with Jungkook at all, not after the first two days of sleeping over.

However this is the first morning waking up on his own bed, with having kissed him the night before.

Having felt his attraction to you, his warmth.

It was impossible to imagine how life would look like now, that's what scared you the most

The only thing that did change was how touchy he is. Wrapping his arms around you from behind while you clean up, stroking your hair when he could reach, planting little kisses all over your head and face.

Never would you have imagined someone as stand-offish and rude like him to be so delicate, to be so in need of close proximity.

A warm and gentle heart is sometimes the hardest to have when the world works against you, forcing you to close down on yourself.

However, anything you had to endure, every snarky comment and mean word was worth it,

Worth even the first touch of his careful lips.

The little home fantasy in the comfort of his presence cannot last forever.

When it became time to face university again, the question of what happens with Jackson and Tae needed to be brought up.

Jungkook already filed a report to hold a meeting with Jacksons teachers and the principal, the very least he would do is get his scholarship revoked, although he was aiming for suspention.

Taehyung on the other hand, technically didn't do anything apart from being a horrible friend.

You haven't seen him yet, this being your first day back in Photography class with your newly aquired boyfriend. It was inevitable to meet him, blocking Tae's number wouldn't make him disappear.

And you knew that, even if you hoped by some miracle that he wasn´t going to show up.

Practically pacing around the classroom while glancing up at the clock, 8:30 am it reads, you start getting anxious.

Jungkook had obviously driven you with him, placing a reassuring hand on your thigh during the car ride.

"Hey, settle down yeah? Students are gonna come soon" he speaks firmly but remaining a soft look in his eyes, walking closer to stroke your shoulders with his big and comforting hands.

You nibble on your lip nervously, "i'm sorry i'm really trying kook i just-" you sigh as he wraps you in his arms.

It feels safer to be there, be held in his embrace, but knowing the location of you two, he had to pull back sooner than you need.

His voice is a whisper now, authority glimmering in his eyes

"I know. I won't let him out of sight okay? Not gonna let that bastard hurt you, i promise" one last time, his lips meet yours to peck them.

Everything would be okay as long as he is there,

So you whisper back "thank you kook" and sit down awaiting Taehyung's entrance.

Almost as you had guessed he shows up a minute before class starts, his eyes wide as he spots you sitting at your desk.

But you don't bother looking at him, not when he sits down next to you either, not when you feel him burning a whole through you with his stare that want to say a million words at once.

You remain focused on the teacher, on Mr.Jeon, who's explaining the next chapter to expect from this class.

"I'm sorry. I really am can we talk?" his breath dances on your cheek when he leans over to whisper a compilation of things you didn't want to hear.

Reminding you of the way he looked eating that girls face while you were drenched,

physically making you cringe at the memory.

"No" you whisper back, never once turning your attention away from the lesson.

Knowing it was pointless, trust is earned and after getting beliterated, leaving you to fuck a random girl at a shitty party, alone with someone who wanted to persuade you into things you definitely did not want, Taehyung messed up the chance to earn trust from you.

Jungkook turns around, adjusting his glasses as he steps closer to give you a look,

To show you he still sees, still keeps an eye on him.

The gesture makes your shoulders fall back down, not having noticed that you tensed them upward.

Taehyung sighs as he leans back into his chair.

Thankfully leaving you to do your work the entire lesson.

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The rustling of chairs and people packing their bags full with books again consumes the classroom as you do just the same. Taking it slow of course, to be the last Student in Mr. Jeon's class.

Another one plans the same it seems, since Taehyung stands next to you, his bag already slung over his shoulder.

Uncomfortable silence fills the room once you're done packing, Jungkook having set up his laptop and typing away at something, almost unaware of anyone's presence.

"Please i'm sorry, i was a shitty friend" Tae tries once again,

This time you do look, being met with a face painted by worry, eyebrows clutched together tightly.

You sigh, opening your mouth to say something,

"I was just really frustrated and acted stupid" he continues, his voice becoming louder

You flicker towards your boyfriend that has a stern glare set on the younger man, even meters away the anger in him was clear as day.

He nods, almost asking if you need him to step in.

Softy you shake your head, with your voice stuck in your throat you manage to answer Taehyung.

"Look I really don't wanna talk to you it's all done and I don't wanna be your friend Taeh-"

The grip on your arms cuts you off, his fingers digging into your forearm slightly,

You look up to his face with your eyes glimmering in fear, he meets them, looking upset.

As if you were the one in the wrong.

Even though he hasn't checked once if you're okay.

"I just wanted to get you to sleep with me , fuck it but you wouldn't and you wouldn't even have fun you were just- just standing and-"

The sound of Taehyungs groan leaves his statement unfinished, horrified and what has already been said so shamelessly, you stand there.

Stand there watching as Jungkook yanks Taehyungs arms away from yours, stepping between the two of you.

The sight of his back did not take away from knowing the expression on his face, you know he must be glaring at him right now, his eyes sharp and his face reading nothingness but disgust all at once.

"I do not condone this type of behavior in my classroom. As a authority figure i have the right to step in. You have been dismissed by her multiple times, which makes further action as classified assault. I ask you to step out the class before I suspend you myself"

Something you note is that he was always there.

Jungkook was always there to help you when you needed.

With his strong, stern and sometimes cold attitude he always found a way to get your ass out of trouble.

From saving you from homelessness to protecting you from someone who hurt you,

Jungkook was always there.

As your teacher, your friend, your lover.

Safety has been forgein to you, unsurprisingly for someone with a broken home and a low self esteem.

Security is a craving you found to be unrealistic and insatiable, always chasing after another feel of it, a glimmer of it.

In this very moment, safety felt normal.

It felt like it belonged to you.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head and wordlessly leaving the classroom.

Shooting you one last look before he´s out of sight.

You sigh in relief when Jungkook closes the door and once again, you find yourself caged in his hold.

"Thank you kook I can't believe he said that.. he's so.. so blunt and.. i don't even know" trailing off into a hum, he kisses the top of your head, slowly rocking you side to side in his arms.

"If we weren't here i would have beat him to an inch of his life, pathetic bastard talking about i'm sorry and then blaming you. Can't believe i had to hear that fucker say he wants to sleep with my girl"

His jaw tightens while he speaks, contradicting his soft hold by spitting out these words so purely enraged.

It was endearing to hear him worked up over you,

Somehow it made you feel even more safe.

You nod into his chest, unable to form another coherent thought at the situation at hand.

"Let me drive you home baby. You're not feeling well" he whispers down to you, slowly moving his arms apart and resting his hands on your side.

"Thank you, really. You're a blessing" while weak, the smile on your lips is enough for Jungkook to feel better, knowing he would always look out for you.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The drive home was filled with humming and casual conversation, Jungkook dropped you off and sped his way back to work, he wouldn't be home until five hours later,

Speaking of home,

It had been two full weeks of living with Jungkook.

Although it's safe to say you have settled in, that you two are living comfortably,

The relationship is still very fresh.

A day old to be precise.

He did say he would let you stay until a shelter called, and while cherishing the closeness of him, you were still anxious about being a burden.

A second person to pay bills for, pay groceries, plan into your daily life, your chores,

It's something that requires talking and planning, maybe rushing it would only strain your relationship?

So when the home phone rings just as you're cooking up lunch for him,

A smile forms on your face.

The shelter would be closer to campus, meaning a bit further from Jungkook's place.

The spot cleared up and a reply is to be handed in until tomorrow afternoon, given the need of shelter for many women around.

Unsure of how Jungkook would react, unsure of even your own desire to move out of a comfortable shared space, you would need to talk to him about it.

Luckily time passes faster than expected.

Dinner finishes with Jungkook telling you about the upcoming meeting with Jacksons teachers as well as his general work day

"You definitely improved in my class, fair and square" he teases, aware that he helped you study to better that grade more than he should have.

Rolling your eyes, you reach forward to grab his hand,

"I have some news" you smile, notably nervous at recalling what you planned to tell him.

"Good? Bad?" his voice is stable, although the look in his eyes reads a bit nervous himself.

A chuckle leaves your mouth,

"Good, i think? A shelter called today, they would have a spot, close to campus too"

Carefully monitoring his reaction, your eyes scan over the slight scowl on his face, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to play with his lip ring briefly,

The tone of his already deep, stern leaning voice only reassures you that Jungkook doesn't seem to phased,

Slowly slipping back into his habits.

"Why is that good?" he asks as you swallow a lump in your throat, squeezing his hand a little tighter,

"I just thought you know.. maybe it's better to take things slow..? Also, until i can help financially i don't want to burden you" Sincerity paints the look in your eyes.

Only to be met with his retracting hand a scoff, his tattooed hand swiping through his beautiful locks.

"Slow? After living here for two weeks, you want to move out when you're mine now? And-" he stops, the inside of his cheek pressed forward by his tongue,

"Burden? Seriously?"

Beautiful raspy vocals make up for the harsh nature of it all,

He's just too fucking hot,

Its pissing you off.

It's your turn to scoff now, leaning back in the chair you're sitting in, your head shaking slightly.

"I'm sorry i worry about being a strain on you Jungkook, i guess being considered isn't so nice of me"

Following actions startle you a bit as he moves so rapidly,

He stands up from his chair, walking over to yours as he crouches down slightly,

Your eyes falling naturally to his build form, his strong arms that cross in front of his full chest,

He's sexy when he's mad, you've discovered that.

The heat between your legs only worsens once his gaze falls down on yours,

He's pissed as well.

"You're so stupid sometimes, you're all i fucking want. Stop with that bratty attitude, can't you just accept it? That i want you around me? If you really wanna move out, i won't stop you. But you're not burdening me in the slightest"

As the last words leave his mouth, his fingers gently tilt your chin up to make your flushed face look up at his.

Preciously stern and unexplainably hot, sharp eyes scanning your every feature with his jaw clenched oh so slightly.

Pressing your thighs together for some friction, the tiniest bit of pressure, a chain of muttered, almost stammered words leave your lips

"You do? Really want to wake up next to me from now every day? I don't know Kook"

But as usual, he grows impatient with your rambles, leaning down to press a heated kiss on your lips

"Shut up, i'll show you if you won't listen"

The small moan that leaves your lips is enough space for his tongue to find its way in, groaning, almost growling as he does so.

His lips are so soft, kissing you like the world would end if he stopped,

Taking your bottom lip in his teeth gently.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifts you up under your arms, your legs finding security around his waist,

His hands holding you up so easily, large palms finding a firm grip on your ass when he squeezes.

"So small, can just get you any way i want can't I?" his plump, eager lips are now kissing down your neck, nibbling and sucking softly at the delicate skin,

He's needy, he's impatient, somehow still careful at the same time.

Devoted to you with each kiss that you respond to.

Once the hushed moans and whines leave your lips, they don't stop, your own hands finding their comfortability in his hair.

He groans in approval, clearly affected by your responsive nature.

Once his kisses have painted your neck, they find your ear,

"Stop me anytime yeah doll? Always remember" he whispers, even though his voice is deep and sultry, you can tell he's sincere

He walks over to the bedroom, laying you down in his silky sheets, slowly moving to hover above you, his hands eagerly reaching under your shirt,

Caressing the soft skin of your stomach.

He leans down again slightly, kissing your jaw.

"So pretty, ridiculous for thinking i wouldn't want you with me. Fucking look at you doll, let me fuck you like i mean it, because i do"

His words are burning up your skin, itching for every inch to worshipped by his hands, his lips, his praise.

You pull his head to yours, capturing his lips in a heated kiss,

"Please kook, i want you" your voice is almost unrecognizable, small and whiny under his spell.

He smirks into the kiss, tugging your shirt over your head once he breaks the kiss.

He stares at the exposed skin, a soft breath shuddering out of his swollen lips.

"I will, i promise baby. So fucking pretty for me" as if it was in his nature, he leans down to your chest, unclapsing your soft pink bra that thankfully, closes up in the middle.

Releasing your full chest from its hold, completely at his mercy.

"Pink looks good on you, you're so beautiful whining from the slightest attention" small moans of his own leave his lips as they find yours again, interlinking his tongue in your mouth, exploring every inch, every drop you allow him.

His hands moving up to your naked breast, groping them upwards and meeting your own moans.

He gets off on your pleasure, on feeling your soft skin underneath his hands.

The stars in his eyes reassure you as he parts away and kisses down your chest, squeezing and groping eagerly at your skin.

"Prettiest tits fuck, i need you so bad" his voice hushed flush against the swell of your chest, his tongue running more firmly against the hardness of your nipples.

His tongue feels so good moving against you, making your eyes close and whimpers slipping out softly.

His sweet kisses making their way down your stomach, becoming sloppier with each one.

Eager to see more of him, to know what he's like when he feels good,

"Jungkook please, wanna touch you"

He groans in response, his hands pulling down your shorts to reveal another soft pink item of underwear, delicately covering your heat.

His hands caress your thighs as he leans back up, placing his forhead on yours

The warmth of his skin combined with being almost completely bare under him making you shiver,

He's making you feel things you didn't even know exist.

"Yeah baby? Want to run your tiny, pretty hands all over me?" he smiles with his awfully smug expression, tilting his head to the side as he's already chasing after another taste of your lips,

"Could kiss you forever" he mutters against them your own hands now being the eager ones,

As you sit up slightly, moaning into his kiss, they slip beneath his shirt.

"Want this off please" you manage to whimper between moans,

He hums as he pulls his shirt over his head, taking your practically bare hips into his hands.

The sight of his toned abs will make you drool forever, slightly glistening with sweat,

"Sit on my lap pretty, you're so cute right now, so fucked out already"

So you comply, well aware that you could never deny him, not when he's this alluring.

Moving into his thighs,

Once again, his hands run down your waist to find your hips, gripping firmly while his eyes are locked on yours.

Yours touches aren't any less arousing then his, the sight of your hands caressing every line of his abdomen muscles making him tense up beneath him.

"What a good girl, doing so well doll"

The praise has you practically squirming in his lap, your hands now looking almost comical on his large chest, pressed firmly on him to stabilize you leaning forward.

He moves his head back slightly, as if to deny you of a possible escape from his strong, desire fuled gaze.

"You like that don't you? You love when i tell you how good you are doll?" he teases again, his eyes looking down to your chest, softly biting his lip as he does so.

How could he not when your tits are pressed together, meeting because of your elbows that support your hold on his chest.

Without further need of words, your lips find the soft skin of his neck, pressing your panty covered core to his clothed hips, your hands eagerly caressing down his abs until they stop at his belt.

All while listening to the pretty man below you moan and groaning softly, encouraging you to keep going.

He sneaks a hand up your back, pressing you closer to his body,

Which only earns another desperate press of your hips,

He growls again,

"Such a good girl, doing so well at making me feel good"

A louder whine escapes your lips, parting from his neck to look at him, slowly licking at his lips while your hands work to undo his belt.

He hums, lifting his hips for you.

A quick second later even his boxers are off, which has you staring in slight fear but overcome with excitment.

His cock is thick, thick and long with a vein running down the side.

The sight of his red and swollen tip already wet with precum makes your hands move almost automatically, licking your lips while wrapping a hand around his length,

A soft moan leaves his lips, your eyes moving up to meet his.

You love every little sound that makes it's way to your ears,

"You like this dick doll? Want me to fill up your pretty little cunt with my cock?" His voice is deeper than it has ever been, completely gone with lust as he sinfully speaks to you, teasing you with his shameless attitude.

So you nod in embarrassment, leaning forward to kiss him as your hand begins to move, slowly pumping his cock in your hand, you thumb leaking over his tip to spread the precum on it.

Although inexperienced, your undeniable need to make him feel good makes you want to do anything to try and achieve it.

He moves his hands to tangle in your hair, pulling on a strand softly,

You wince at the sensation, loving his growly voice and dominant attitude.

"Take it in your mouth pretty, wanna see you choke on my dick so you stop saying nonsense like moving out"

Instead of protesting, you move off his lap to kneel before him, stroking his thighs while one hand finds its way back to his throbbing cock.

The pure image of you so needy, lips swollen and pouty, in solely your pink panties, looking up at him with those big eyes,

It made him a mess, his heart beating faster than it ever has before.

His urges take over, one hand occupied with gripping the sheets as the other tugs on your hair again

"Gonna teach my baby now huh? Don't be scared, you're a good girl"

"Yes please, help me jungkook" you whine again, he grabs the back of your head and lowers you down.

"Lick over first, slowly push it in doll. Then just wait for me okay? Gonna breath through your nose baby, you can do that for me right?"

He coos, lovingly patting your head before you start swirling your tongue around his head, making him grab a fistful of hair once more.

"Hmm fuck good, keep- ugh- so pretty" he's already crumbling at the firmness of your tongue so delicately swirling around the tip of his sensitive cock.

But he looses it entirely when you start taking him in your mouth, moving your head down and up slowly.

Instead of letting you take control, his moans and groans speed up, taking the back of your head and pushing it up and down on his cock,

Your big eyes water as they look up to his half closed eyes, making you moan while his dick is stuffed down your throat.

He's lost in the feeling of your soft tongue sliding along on him, deep into your mouth and covering him in your spit,

It drools down the corner of your mouth which makes him shiver, tightening the grip on your hair.

"Prettiest- fucking- oh god fuck- doll" he moans out, suddenly removing your lips from him, even though you feel him twitch inside your mouth.

You pull away from his cock, Moving to stand before him while he's panting.

Unable to look away from his stiff length standing up straight to his lower abdomen.

"Kook? Is everything okay? Was it not good?"

The question has him shake his head quickly,

"So good, too good, wanna cum on top of my pretty little cunt, not in your mouth. Lay down for me baby yeah?"

God the way he speaks makes you want to listen to every word he says,

So you do just that, he hovers back over you, sly fingers peeling your soaked underwear to the side.

His thick cock in his hand as he gathers your slick, rubbing it up and down your folds.

His tip rubbing against your clit teasingly, making you arch your back and whine, only aware of him, to concentrate on the picture between your legs.

"Want this dick to fill you up baby? Gonna take every inch?" his movements have sped up, humping his cock against your sticky pussy,

"Please please jungkook please i'm gonna take it well, i need you" begging for more, you're willing to cry at this point, it's impossible to ignore the burning heat between your legs, wanting nothing but him to be deep inside of you.

"So fucking good for me" he breathes out, slowly lowers the tip in your entrance, pushing carefully as his eyes watch you wince and grip the sheets tightly,

He presses a kiss to your lips, moving in a bit deeper,

"Taking it so well baby, gonna make you feel so good, you're so perfect pretty" he whispers against your lips, feeling your walls clench as he pushes in the last inches.

You feel the burn,he's stretching you out deliciously and all you want is to take it,

For you to be fucked senseless.

Before thrusting, he waits for you to tense less, kissing your cheeks and neck sweetly all while caressing your head.

"You can move please"

It doesn't take any more for Jungkook to start moving his hips,

Snapping into yours slowly at first, which doesn't last long because of your loud moans and whines, calling out his name desperately,

You can feel him filling you out perfectly.

His moans match yours in a lower tone, increasing the speed of his thrusts, securing your hips beneath him in his large hands.

Never once looking away from you, the way your tits bounce up when he pushes in, your parted lips and the way you try to keep your eyes on him too.

"So fucking tight-mhmm fuck doll- cutest pussy- fuckkk- taking me so well"

His words come out broken between curses, you try to reply while your hands find his hair, tugging on his soft locks.

"Yes- yes oh my god so big so so big" you squeak out, his thrusts become deeper and harder, moving at a speed that shows how good his cardio is,

The heat in your lower stomach is pressing, tightening further while the urge to scream and touch him becomes stronger, gripping his shoulders and digging your nails into him.

He loves the sting, he loves knowing that your reactions belong to him.

"All mine, look at that, so pretty falling apart doll" his groans intensify,

Suddenly, his right arm sneaks under your thighs, moving one over to the other side, effectively holding both of them under his arms, pressing it to your chest.

Your nipples rubbing against your thighs with each one of his powerful thrusts, feeling yourself so close to the edge of coming while he keeps praising you.

The new position has you feeling him way deeper, way easier to snap against you with such force.

"Close kook please oh god oh god please" your rambles become louder, squeezing your eyes shut with the new feeling.

"Good, cum for me doll, cream on my cock baby" his eyes roll back as well, obsessed with the way your tight walls clench around him, keeping his dick feeling good.

"So full fuck- you're so big kook" the knot in your stomach finally snaps with his approval , feeling yourself get lost in his tip hitting the back of your sweet spot,

But he keeps going, keeps groaning as you whine in complete bliss.

"One more doll, one more you can give me one more fuck- wanna come with you- you're so tight" he rants, panting through hard thrusts,

It's too much, way too much in the best way possible.

His voice, his words,

And it becomes even worse once thumb finds your clit, sneaking in to stimulate it.

"Fuck fuck fuck so much too much" your whines are like music to his ears and you're sure you feel him shudder,

Your second orgasm approaching rapidly due to the sensitivity and his thick cock hitting inside your every spot so perfectly, the look on his face being the prettiest thing you had ever seen.

Head thrown down, sweaty messy hair hanging down his jaw with his bottom lip tucked beneath his teeth.

His eyes are half lidded, overtaken by you.

"Good fucking girl come, come with me, gonna fill you deep baby, gonna be dripping"

The thought of your pussy being dripped out with his cum is enough to make both of you release with heavy breathing and loud songs of each others names.

Slowly he rides our your orgasms, sliding out of you and laying your legs down to the side, panting as he caresses them.

"God, you're so fucking breathtaking" his lips trail to your thighs, kissing softly as his eyes lock on your puffy folds, covered in his slick that´s running out ever so slightly.

The sight makes him moan, he mentally takes a note to remember this for every other time after.

"Kook..?" your hand reaches out to hold his arm, unable to function properly after having been fucked to heaven and back.

"Yes doll? Are you okay? Was i too rough?" His body moves up to lay beside you, eyes soft and contradictory to the way he fucked your brains out.

His hands moves up to remove a couple stands of your face, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

"No no, you- you were perfect. Thank you.. you know uhm, for making me feel so good"

The blush on your cheeks creeps up fast, smiling to meet his pretty, post orgasm face.

He chuckles, pulling you into his bare and glistening chest,

A soft caress on your head makes you sigh.

"Don't say thank you idiot, i loved this. You sound so cute, and you're so damn good doll" he kisses the top of your head, softly caressing your back.

You tug on his arm playfully,

"You're amazing" he just hums, letting silence take over the intimate moment of both of you cuddled up naked.

A couple minutes later, he leans your chin up to grin at you,

"Hey y/n?"

You smile back, pressing a kiss to his nose briefly, making him squeeze your cheeks in an effort to focus.

"Yes jungkook?"

"I love you" he nuzzles his nose to yours, breath fanning against yours

"I love you too" you smile, butterflies filling your stomach, leaning to close the gap,

Capturing the love of your messy life in a sweet kiss.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Bonus:

"Okay baby let me clean you up" he says, swiftly moving your body into his arms and hoisting you up.

Smack!

"Ouchh kook"

"Sorry" he grins, smacking your ass once more as he sets you on the bathtub rim

"Just too cute to resist"

"Koooook!"

He chuckles, bending down beside you to turn on the water for a nice hot bath.

The position is fortunate for you,

Smack!

He gasps, turning over to look at you and shake his head, a small smile betraying his fake angry face

"You're never moving out"

[imbored1201]

Hello, can you do a Lionesses x Teen Reader? where the reader's having a crush on a girl but the Lionesses are not having it. Not in a homophobic way, but just them not liking that you have a crush in general. They tried everything to make your crush go away 'cause for them, reader is too little and too cute for something like that.

The Text Message

A/N: I don’t know why, but I struggle so much with coming up with a title for the fics😭

Lioness x Teen Reader (Reader also plays for Barca)

Word Count: 1,094

You could feel their stares, but continued to ignore them. You were sitting far away from the rest of the girls. Texting your crush, well, trying to get the balls to send the 'I like you' text. 

Usually you would sit next to Mary and throw food at everyone, but now you were quiet, in your own little corner, attached to your phone. 

You had been doing that for the past two days.

You met your crush after a game with Barcelona; you saw her regularly since she went to lots of them. She was always sitting first row behind the goal on the left side of the field, so it was easy to find her, and you found yourself staring at her a lot during pregame warmups. 

You would always have a little chat with her while you signed stuff for the fans around her. It wasn't until a huge win where you scored a hat trick that you gained the confidence to ask her for her number, and she gladly gave it to you. 

Then came the texting none stop; you even went to the movies a couple of times together. You didn't know if she felt the same though; you didn't even know if she liked girls. 

This is why you were sitting here staring at your phone, deciding whether to send it or not. It wasn't until Tooney and Alessia decided to sneak up on you to see what was dragging you away from the rest of the team. 

They made themselves known when Tooney snatched your phone away and read what was on the screen. "hey!" You yelled as you tried getting it back, but Alessia held you back.

"You have a crush?!" Tooney yelled in shock. She swore just yesterday you were ranting about how dating was disgusting. 

"Lucy! Your kid has a crush." Lucy looked confused, but walked over and looked at the phone. "Who is this?" She questioned you, "someone." Millie took the phone now. 

"Girls, just leave her be," Beth tried to defend you. "It's normal for a girl her age to have a crush on someone," LJ added. At least they understood. 

"Who is this?" Lucy asked again, "A girl, Lucy, possibly my future girlfriend. Probably not; I don't even know if she fucking likes girls!" You ranted, "Language, jeez, you see what you're teaching her, Mary." Mary looked offended at Lucy's comment. 

"Stop it! Leave her alone." Keira took back your phone and handed it to you. "How much money do you want?" You looked at Millie, who had a serious look on her face. 

"What?" "I'll give you whatever you want if you forget about this crush of yours." Keira laughed in disbelief. "Millie, you cannot be serious. It's just a crush!" Millie shook her head. 

"She's too young for that!" Rachel joined in. You were starting to get overwhelmed, considering everyone was gathered around. 

"You didn't care when I told you about my crush on that character," you told Lucy as you crossed your arms.

"Because there's no chance in hell you would be able to date her, you actually have a chance with this random girl." While Lucy was ranting, you continued to stare at the text. 

"I'm sending it." Before you could, you got tackled by two different people, Millie and Rachel. "No! You're too innocent to start dating. She can hurt you," you groaned as Mary took your phone. 

You glared at Tooney and Lessi and said, "You two started this; you need to learn how to mind your own business." They both looked offended and shocked by what you said. Chloe and Georgia bursted out laughing as they took your phone to scroll through the other messages. 

"So, you've been to the movies with her," Georgia whistled. "What! When?" Lucy looked betrayed that you didn't tell her. 

"Like two weeks ago," you shrugged, "and you didn't tell me?" "Look at how you're reacting right now; this is the reason why," you told her as you huffed and stormed out of the room. 

Lucy groaned as she watched and turned to Keira, who was giving her a look of disappointment. "What? She's too young to date Keira."

"Oh please, everyone in this room had their first girlfriend or boyfriend when they were like 14, Lucy. She's 16 and just trying to experience new things outside of football.”

Everyone went silent. "We don't want her getting hurt," Rachel told her. "She'll be fine; trust me, Lucy will interrogate that girl to make sure her intentions are good." Lucy smirked and proudly nodded. 

"Now go apologize to the kid," they all groaned and left to find you. 

—————

You rolled your eyes as you heard a knock on your door. "What?" You said harshly. "Kiddo, can we talk to you?" Mary asked, "No." You stubbornly said, "Come on, open the door; we have your favorite candy." You perked up at that. "Fine," you said, opening the door, and Millie was quick to barge in. 

"Hey! Where's the candy?" "We'll get it for you later." Rachel held out her pinky, and you gladly took it. 

"We're sorry," Millie started as she elbowed Lucy. "Yeah, sorry," Rachel and Mary nodded. "And we'll support the relationship," Mary added on.

"But if she does something, we can hire teenagers to take care of her for you. We would, but we're assuming she's underage," Rachel said, but she saw the little smirk on your face. 

"She's your age though, right? I know your into older women." You blushed at that and nodded. "She's 17." "17?!" Mary shouted, "Mary, I turn 17 in like a month, and she just turned 17 a week ago." Mary let out a sigh of relief at that. 

"But you have to tell Alexia, and I don't want you going to her house alone," she warned you, and you rolled your eyes but nodded. "And I need to meet her." "You know we're not dating, right? I don't even know if she swings that way." 

Millie pinched your cheeks. "Who wouldn't want to be with your adorable face?" she cooed, and you smacked her hands away.

“You’ll be fine; I’m sure she likes you.” For the first time, Lucy was right. She did end up liking you, and now you were taking her out on a date. 

Of course Lucy was there to see how she was, and she ended up liking her a bit, but not fully since, according to her, ‘it’s too early to tell how she truly is’. 

[blingblong55]

So into you-Keegan P. Russ NSFW

Based on a request:

Keegan Russ with 24 and 5 with a cherry on top and so you can actually say yes I'll even add sprinkles it can be m or f reader tbh i don't care --- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, breeding kink, dad's best friend(DBF), unprotected!sex, age gap, all characters are of consenting age(18+)

A/N: it's a well-done deal.

Your dad had served in the Marines with Keegan before he retired and began working elsewhere, Keegan had become a huge part of your adult life. After introducing him to his daughter, he and you grew close. For one, he was at least four years younger than your dad but still much older than yourself. It was around springtime when he came to your parents' house, your parents celebrating their anniversary and you coming back home from a long work trip.

"There she is," Keegan opens his arms and you hug him. "Looking much older now, huh." you tease and he playfully nudges your arm. Dinner went great, all stories from everyone's adventures being told but one thing changed, that being him. He no longer looked at you with innocent eyes, now all there was, was lust. After your parents returned to their bedroom, you and Keegan stayed in the lounge, his hand placed on your thigh. "You've changed, R/N," his voice smooth, filled with some newfound passion. You would be lying if you said you never found him attractive, he was after all a very attractive man.

Much conversation led to his fingers teasing the hem of your shorts. "Keegan-" You wanted to stop him but deep down knew you wanted what he wanted too. "It's okay, I promise to be gentle~" he smirks and without any warning, his lips fall on yours. You let him take lead, his body and yours having the same reaction, "Keegan, is this...this isn't..." but each time you tried to make some excuse he would hush you by making your hnads explore his body. "I don't know i'f i'll be able to control myself, R/N." his voice raspy. His ever needy body pressed to yours, not wanitng any space left between either of you. "Let me have you," he whispers and you nod.

"I need words, sweet girl."

"Yes,...you can have me, all of me," you beg and he smirks. He could do this with you for hours. With one smooth hold, he takes you upstairs, placing you on your bed. "I've waited so long to have you, R/N. The moment you walked in, wearing this-" he licks his lips, unzipping his trousers and then stroking his cock under his boxers. "God, you are such a beautiful view." he leans forward, now on top of you as his fingers linger on your chest. your nipples getting aroused by his grip on them. "I've been wanting to make a move on you," he kisses your neck and eagerly removes your shirt and shorts.

Next thing you knew, your delicate panties were on the floor, and he was still stroking himself. "I won't touch you unless you tell me to," he admits. "I want you to touch me. Please touch me, Keegan," the way you said his name, was like a sweet melody to his ears. "That's my girl." his fingers touching your folds, "I can already tell my sweet girl is so wet for me." he kisses you again. His fingers get coated in your wetness, and you moan as his fingers rub your clit, he looks at you, a smirk on his face. "That's it, let me ruin you for all these guys you meet."

He loved the idea of you never getting any release from any other man but him. He knows deep down, he is the only one who knows how to please you. He bent down, his lips to your hips, leaving a trail of wet kisses on them as he slowly reaches to lick your wet cunt. "Oh, my sweet girl, you taste like heaven." His tongue teases your swollen clit. And his own tip begging to be pleased by some sort. "Moan for me, princess," he begs and begins to eat you out. His moans and groans send vibrations to your sensitive clit. Fingers pumping into you and then he gets back up.

"Can I fuck you, my angel?"

"Please~"

"Atta, girl"

His hips rocking as his length parted your now needy and very wet pussy. His tip pleasing you in ways you never knew your body could feel. "Yes. Oh god yes." you whimper. He places kisses on your collar bone and tits. "Fuck, you're so tight," his lips on yours. It was electric,, all the waves of pleasure he was sending thrugh your body. He ruined you in less than ten minutes of fucking you, you both know that very well. "Just imagine yourself, getting stuffed with my cum," he whsieprs, he keeps thrusting. His eyes on yours, the ones you could barely keep open. Another moan, this time like a mewl. "God, you make the prettiest sounds ever," he comments.

"I want more~"

"I know baby, I know," he kisses your shoulder.

"Say you need me," he continues to kiss your shoulder and neck. "I need you. Fuck, I need you, Keegan," you whisper as he sends more waves of pleasure through you. It wasn't just meaningless sex between you two, it was the unspoken tension that had been building up since your twenty-second birthday. It was love in the form of a forbidden fruit. He loved the way your body moved with his, the rhythm of his thrusts making your tits bounce, your hardened nipples being felt on his own chest.

"I need you so bad, Keegan~"

That was as much as it took to make him lose all control. "Fuck, R/N, you don't know what you're doing to me," his voice hoarse. "I want you to milk me. I want that greedy pussy of yours to fucking milk me for all I'm worth," he demands. As he begins to fuck himself deeper into you, he knows that by the way you clench around him, you are near the edge. His big hand on your tit, gripping it. "Come for me, R/N," he pauses between words, trying his best to keep his own hot seed inside before you come. "I need you to come on my cock," he demands.

His body pinned you down to the mattress, your hands gripping his arms and back, leaving definite scratches. "Keegan," you moan. "I know baby, but I want you to come now," he demands once more. Your back arched, his mouth fell on your tits. Kissing them and nibbling on them. He rubs your clit, circling his thick fingers around the sensitive tissue, being rough, then soft with it. You shut your eyes and come undone on his cock. In that same moment, you felt his thrust slow down, his grip and groans increase but are still low. "R/N," he growls and then stays there, letting all of his cum flow into you.

Both of you panting and kissing through both of your climaxes. He lets out a chuckle and kisses the top of your nose, "You are lucky I can't treat you like a slut," he moves some of your hair away from your face. "What do you mean?" your hands caress his back. "If it weren't for your parents sleeping down the hall, I'd fuck you like the little slut we both know you are." He kisses your lips before pulling out of you. His cum dripping down your cunt, just like he wanted. "I wasn't too rough right, my angel?"

"No. I liked it," you kiss his lips and he smiles. "Good, that's good my girl." he kisses you back.

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[moremaybank]

If you are still taking prompts, could I request #30 for Rafe.

I absolutely love your writing!!

"i bet i can make you cum without even touching you."

warnings 18+, use of a fuck machine (don't even ask where that came from), reader is restrained and gagged, nipple play, masturbation (rafe), language/dirty talk, mentions of anal, mentions of face-fucking

author's note thank you so much, love! sorry for the wait, i hope you enjoy 🤍

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One of the biggest mistakes you've ever made was tell Rafe Cameron that he couldn't make you cum. You were being petty. He was getting on your nerves and it just slipped out. It was an obvious lie, but that didn't stop the darkness from flashing through his eyes when he chuckled dryly.

"I bet I can make you cum without even touching you, sweetheart. You don't wanna test me."

Now, here you were, gagged with one of his ties and plopped up on a chair in Rafe's bedroom. Your wrists and ankles were secured to the armrests, keeping you restrained and open to him. A machine was set on the edge of the bed a few feet in front of you, and attached to it was a thick sex toy that closely resembled Rafe's cock. It plunged into you harshly, your boyfriend controlling it with the small black remote in his hand. The devilish grin on his face was enough to tell you that he was enjoying this different surge of control far too much.

"You know, I originally bought this as a present for you. For when I was on a business trip and you were missing my cock. Missing me making your legs shake. I was gonna get you to send me videos of you using it so I could take care of myself. But now...now I'm thinkin' that there's so many other ways that I can have fun with it."

He clicks a button and the speed kicks up a couple notches. Your breath shuddered around the silk, and it was almost completely soiled with your drool as the liquid dripped past your lips. You closed your eyes, feeling your insides turning to jelly when the toy hit your special spot. Your pleasure climbed and you struggled against your restraints. Your hips jerked as you helplessly tried to soothe yourself from the rough fucking Rafe was giving you, though you were completely devoid of his touch.

"Eyes open. I want you to watch me take every ounce of your control from you. You need to know who's in charge, baby."

Rafe slipped the remote into his back pocket before walking over to you. His hands worked to free his cock, and he dragged it over the pools of saliva rolling down your naked front. He hooked his index finger under your chin, making you look up at him as he gripped himself. He hit his tip against your wet lips a few times, and your mouth ached to feel the glorious weight of his dick against your tongue and down your throat.

"You wanna tell me I can't make you cum?" He asked. "Well, guess what, baby? You can't make me cum either."

He started to stroke himself, flicking his wrist and twisting. His lusty eyes never left yours as he pleasured himself right before your eyes. It was torturous, watching his chest as he panted heavily, hearing the throaty groans escaping his lips. One of his hands retrieved the remote once again, setting it onto the highest setting.

You started to yelp, barely being able to grab a hold of the oxygen you needed. Tears gathered in the brims of your eyes and were soon rolling down your cheeks. You squealed when he abandoned the remote and twisted one of your nipples, pinching your sensitive bud tightly as the machine fucked you.

"Gonna use this thing to fuck your throat next, get it nice and bruised. Then I'll put it back in your pussy and fuck your ass myself, all at the same time," he mused, rutting his hips against his hand. "Your poor little holes, princess. They're gonna be gaping and sore."

Your sobs were making your throat raw, but they were music to Rafe's ears, causing his cock to twitch in his hand and his balls to draw up nice and tight. His skin felt as if it was on fire when you tried to beg him for a break through the gag of his tie. Your words were muffled and racked with your gorgeous cries, and you were hyperventilating with a struggle for air.

Rafe's hand migrated to your throat, squeezing as he fucked his hand hard, feeling his orgasm building up in the pit of his stomach. His seed shot out in spurts, ribboning over your plump tits and the curves of your stomach. A string of curse words fell from his lips, accompanying his release.

"Such a good doll for me, yeah? Letting me paint you and use you like a goddamn toy. So fuckin' pretty, baby."

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[hwanchaesong]

━⁠☞🍽️ Second Course: He treats you so well, and you're naive enough to believe that only you have the key to his tasty heart. Or his pants. 🥢

🎧: Olivia Rodrigo - Traitor

wc: 1.0k

genre & warnings: angst, some fluff, mentions of sex, cursing, crying, there's another girl, lovers to exes, pure heartbreak :D , Yeji of ITZY special appearance etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Sour Restaurant series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

ps. i've already reposted this but it still won't appear under the tags that i've put so ig i'll just let it be lmao. imma just post it the way it is bc i'm tired of trying and thinking on what to do to make it work.

At the tender age of 13, you took note of everything that was written in an article that you accidentally opened and read on a fishy website entitled, 'Signs that your partner is falling out of love.'

You thought it would help you avoid conflict with a future partner, it would help you evade an impending heartbreak, but nothing can prepare you for the real world, it seems.

Your boyfriend, Park Seonghwa, was the definition of a picture perfect man.

He's kind, respectful and loving. He had all the love languages.

He never shunned away from skinship, and most of the time, he's the one who's initiating it. Giving you hugs and kisses even in public without any ounce of shame.

Even when he's busy, he still gives you the time of his day. Often, he would choose to lose sleep if it means that he'll be able to talk and see you after a long, tiring day at work.

He's also the type to buy 'just because' gifts. Randomly walking around a park then he'll see this cute bunny keychain, buying it immediately so he can give it to you because the bunny reminds him of you.

Fixing collars, tying shoelaces, cooking you food— he does it all, and naturally too. The way he pampers you like a mother hen is the sweetest thing you have ever seen in a man.

The most important thing though? It's his ability to listen and soothe all your worries away. He tells you that if you're overthinking, you can simply say it to him and he'll gladly give you all the assurance that you need.

So, what went wrong? Where did it go wrong? Is there something wrong with you?

The situation at hand made you question yourself, then again, are you really the problem here?

"The least you can give me is a reasonable explanation!" you yelled, gripping Seonghwa's arm that was holding his suitcase, attempting to stop him from leaving you without any form of closure.

"Well, what do you want me to say?" he snapped, raising his usual soft voice at you, something that he has never done before.

"A reason! Explanation, anything! Why are you suddenly breaking up with me?!" you blinked rapidly, the itchiness in your throat makes it harder for you to breathe, and the sinking feeling of dread in your stomach is urging you to vomit.

This is so fucking messed up.

Just last night, Seonghwa was fine. He even made love to you in your shared bed, whispering how good you are for him.

Last week, he brought you flowers. Last last week, he took you to a nice restaurant for dinner. Last month, he took you to Maldives for a summer getaway.

Nothing changed and everything felt the same, thus, the current happenings don't make sense.

You come home from work and the next thing you know, your significant other of how many years are mumbling nonsense of going separate ways. That you two are better off without the other.

You just don't fucking understand what the hell went wrong.

"I don't love you anymore."

You never knew that a mere sentence that is composed of five words is more than enough to break your heart, your world.

He doesn't love you anymore?

"Since when?" you weakly muttered, wanting answers that will probably hurt you more.

"For the last few months."

You winced, there were no signs of him not loving you. He must be lying, his shaky chocolate orbs say otherwise.

"Okay." you speak, no more energy to fight for him, to fight for a battle that is not worth the blood, sweat, and tears.

Just like that, you watched him walk away. Out of your home, out of your life, and you were left alone. Crying your heart out, gripping your chest as it physically hurts as well, the pain searing through you.

Two weeks later.

Your friend, Yeji, was making a ruckus, she was basically shoving her phone in your face.

"Y/N, look! Isn't this your ex?"

You peeked at the device, and your heart dropped along with your mood.

What the fuck?

That is your only reaction at the photo posted on Seonghwa's instagram because it hasn't been a month, and here he is, with a girl that he's being lovey-dovey with.

A girl.. a familiar one.

"That fucker." you uttered menacingly, your fists tightly clenched on your lap as your friends worriedly glanced at you.

Isn't that the one you asked him about? The fucking girl that was lingering around him all the damn time like a wretched fly. He told she's nothing but a co-worker.

Sure. Kissing your co-worker on the cheeksin a field of maple trees is very professional, isn't it?

You are not sure what to feel. He broke up with you so he could date that girl, it seems.

Should you be thankful? Or should you curse him until he dies?

Either way, now that you're thinking about it, maybe he really didn't fall out of love with you, just that he found someone that he loves more. There was no proof, but there was evidence of his upcoming betrayal.

The way he was always on his phone, and maybe, all the things he had done for you before were nothing but distractions so you wouldn't notice what he was doing behind your back.

A lady's gut never lies, yet you choose to ignore it, and this is what you get.

You laughed yet the tears dripping down your cheeks is the complete opposite of your actions.

Not once did you hear him apologize during the argument about the break-up, and my god, did you hate him so much for entering your life like a storm and leaving such a mess behind.

Park Seonghwa is no cheater, but he is a raging traitor.

Then again, no one is at fault here but you, as you should've seen this coming. You should've been alert, using your rationality instead of your useless heart, and now you're paying the price for his treason.

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