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snailsgoingdowntown · 10 months

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Blade x fem! Reader

Part 6 of writing for blade until he comes home

Warnings: mention of blood, implied murder, suggestive, toxic relationships (both familial and romantic) (I swear it gets ‘better’ later on, Blade is just a bitch), reader indecisive as fuck. Probably slight yandere, idek anymore, I’m tired.

Minors/blank blogs dni

Blog contains/creates/interacts with dark content. Dni if uncomfortable.

Written from 9pm to 1am with no break, constantly changing it, I’m sorry if it’s all over the place, tone never the same, and doesn’t make sense.

In which you wanted to try your luck with Blade

Sometimes, you’re scared by how much you’re attracted to him.

He’s easy on the eyes, fair skin tagged along with raven black hair, tips fading to red, and red eyes with specks of gold. He’s toned and built, easily able to lift a sword like nothing. Often times you find yourself staring at him, his side profiles more interesting than your blind date in front of him. He always sat behind them, blending in with the crowd, disguise casual but… suspicious.

And often times, you find yourself wondering how soft his lips are. If his hair is as silky as it looks, or body as firm. How scarred his body is, how his hands felt under those bandages and gloves. If he smelt of slight musk or something more ‘elegant.’ If he was capable of being gentle despite the stoic expression he bears.

His interests and disinterests, likes and dislikes, hobbies, fears, what makes him smile –

Your daydreams end before you allow them to begin. He’s shown little interest in you as a person alone – a romantic view of you would be ridiculous. And while you’re an avid reader of romance novels, you’re lucid enough to realize that most of them would happen in real life.

Especially with him, when he’s known for his violence. You’re not sure what else he does, but from nights when returns with bloodied clothing, you can only guess. Maybe you do have bad taste in men.

The expectations would only let you down, and besides, you think he would be a better fit with that coworker of his. She’s lovely, dreamy eyes and soft painted lips, purple hair that’s always stylish along with her clothes – she doesn’t have to try to be elegant. She already is.

Unlike you, who’s still unused to upper-class life, your brother took you in a few years ago. Prior to that, you had lived with your roommate in a dingy little apartment in the shady part of time – your family did not come from money. And yet, somehow, your brother managed to earn enough within a few years.

You push the thoughts of how away.

So here you are now, barely listening to your date – Adam – choosing to look at the attractive man behind him. Your companion sat behind a table, close enough to keep an eye on you and listen in. In the beginning, it annoyed you, being watched like a dog. But now… it gives you an opportunity to look at him. Even when your entire body tells you to look away, you don’t.

It made you feel like a creep, so usually you would zone back into the conversation, scolding yourself mentally. Your companion would not appreciate being stared at like arm candy.

But today… was different.

Today your blind date was interesting, more so than the others. He listened to you, smiled, tone polite, clothes fixed, and hair styled.

He was everything your ‘crush’ was not.

“- and therefore, the theory of – “

You keep zoning out. You listen enough to know what the conversation is, engage whenever needed, kept your shoulders straight. Everything you should do, taught through many stressful nights. “Hm, I see. But have you considered – “

Your eyes trail back to him. Black beanie and trench coat, mask pulled up and shades covering his eyes, they do little to hide his looks. Hell, the ‘mysterious’ factor brings even more attention, girls glancing at him and giggling. But that aura he gives off keeps them at arm’s length. You’re almost grateful for it.

“Oh, that reminds me, are there any books you want? I mean, there’s a bookstore across the street…,” you almost giggle at how cute your date is. It reminds you of when you took care of your brother when he was younger.

“Ah… I’m not sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to check it out.”

When he grins so brilliantly, your gut twists in guilt. You wish you could consider him as a potential boyfriend. But instead, the brooding man on his phone behind him already took that place.

‘Theory of Evolution’ was the book Adam presented to you. You took it from his hands, if only to calm the poor boy down, his nervous smile relaxing. You also suggested one for him, and he took it, not bothering to read the title. That was fine. This was out of curtsey.

However, what you were not fine with was your companion stalking you through the rows of bookshelves. From the corner of your eye, you would see him pick one up multiple times, flip through the pages, and either nod his head or scoff. He would then put it back, straightening the entire roll if it were not to his liking. It was cute the first few times.

Until he kept at it for twenty-minutes straight. It was like he couldn’t make his mind up. He would follow behind after a few minutes once you went to a different area. At first, you thought he did so to not attract attention – until you circled around the roll he was in, his face still buried in a book.

You waved, whisper-yelled, flipped him off once – no reaction. Not even a huff. How endearing. It would such a shame if you didn’t use this golden opportunity to finally try something you’ve been meaning to, slipping away like a ghost.

Despite your… ‘crush’ on him, you have always wanted to see if you could manage to disappear from his sight. You’ve tried a few times, only to be immediately caught not even a minute in. He was like a bloodhound.

But…

You have a better chance right now. Why waste it? Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

And, admittedly, the childish and romantic part in you wanted to see what his reaction would be. Pissed that you made his job harder? Jealous or worried you’re with another man alone? Or annoyed that you interrupted his reading time for a game of cat and mouse?

You grab Adam by the shoulder. “Hey, how about we go to a different spot? I saw some food vendors, and even a toy shop. Just to check things out, ya know? We’re both new to the area, right?”

He’s hesitant, at first. “Ah… are you sure? I mean… the toy shop is childish, and we already ate – “

“Please? I’m barely allowed to leave the house alone. I just want to explore.” You give him your best puppy-dog eyes, and he gives him after you whisper one more ‘please.’

“Alright… just make sure to stick close to me.” He offers his arm like a true gentleman, cheeks and ears flushed. Your gut twists in guilt again, but you still take the offer, wrapping your hands around it. “I’m not… used to escorting young women. Not even family members.”

Ah. This works for you.

He’s drawing a line while indirectly telling you he’s not romantically interested.

Good, you weren’t either.

Looking over your shoulder, your companion’s figure gets smaller and smaller the further you walk. He doesn’t react, not even looking in your direction. He flips the page.

Turning your head to the front, you feel all giggly inside. Even if your crush is unrequited, or if he doesn’t care about your well-being at all, it feels nice to slip under his thumb. Just once.

And besides, what’s he going to do? Kill you?

The toy shop is your first stop. Dolls, miniature trains, kites – name it and they’ll probably have it. The highest quality, everything from the actual toys themselves to the shelves polished. Your fingers glide across some of them, not even a speck of dust clinging to the flesh.

“Everything is so detailed…,” your date mumbles, clearly invested in the toys. Eyeballs painted so realistically it scares you, none of the paint chipped, the fur as soft as the real thing – stuffed animals that either look too realistic or the damn cutest thing ever. You might buy one.

“Yes… I’m not too surprised, considering this is one of the highest rating shops in town,” you pick up a stuffed wolf, raven black in color with red eyes. It reminds you of a certain someone, and you almost give into the urge to hug it. You quickly place it back, making sure not a piece of fur out of place.

“Hey… I have a question,” Adam turns around with a worried expression. “That guy at the café… and the bookstore… do you think he’ll show up here to?”

… you’ll make it a point to tell said man to be more careful from now on.

“What man?” titling your head, eyes round and big, you question him. Look as clueless as possible, as innocent. He’s going to get the wrong idea otherwise – or maybe even drag him along if he were to find out the truth. It would ruin the fun, the small independence you currently have – as said before, just a moment of being able to slip away was ideal, wanted. It made you feel like your actions were not constantly being reported.

“The one in the… strange outfit. Black coat? Beanie? And the sunglasses… it just makes him stand out more…” Adam runs a hand through his hair, either annoyed or stressed. Or perhaps both.

“That’s… casual fashion though, is it not?” You’re happy that someone finally agrees with your take on it. It makes him look handsome, yes, but it brought more attention than needed. The only thing keeping people at bay was that brooding aroura of his.

“I… suppose it is, but in the bookstore… he always showed up in the same roll as us. We couldn’t go to a different section without him showing up a few minutes later.”

That fucking bastard… ah, what does it matter?

“Maybe he just has the same tastes as us?”

“Maybe…”

Thirty minutes in and he still hasn’t shown up. Either he’s watching from the shadows or just leaving you to your own devices as he stays behind. The latter wouldn’t make sense, your brother blowing a fuse the first time it happened. But the former is also off the table because he would show himself in some manner, be it by ‘accidentally’ bumping into you, or getting in your direct area of sight.

Neither has happened.

It’s also the third time you hopped around, entering a clothing store this time. It was… decent, compared to the rest. Unusual for you ever since your brother demanded that you dressed better – a notion that gives you a headache. Even so, the quality was still good, just not as flashy or daring as the other clothing stores.

“Do you plan on buying something? Or just looking around?” Adam eyes a jacket, waiting for your answer.

An idea hits you.

One of your friends had asked you for a favor not so long ago… her family stricter than yours despite being in her mid-twenties – rich parents have a hard time letting go. And besides, you know her measurements (something you both shared on a drunken night, giggling like mad women). And besides, her birthday is around the corner… she’s also bragged about her… ‘activates’ with her boyfriend…

Fuck it.

“Yes, actually. But I’m getting it with my own money.”

A sheer babydoll would probably fit her. Pastel oink, maybe? God, this already feels awkward, but a favor is a favor –

“Are you sure?” His attention is back on you, and thankfully he’s not insistent on buying it for you. Maybe it’s because it’s a clothing store, and with clothing stores comes… spice. Not for him nor you.

“It’s a gift.”

“Ah, alright.”

You both go to different sections, and once you get to the women’s section, you’re met with dresses that have slits, coats with puffy sleeves (winter is coming), and much more. You walk deeper in, until you finally reach your destination – the underwear section.

You look at the different options, from a lacy panty and bra set to garter belts attached to underwear. When you finally find the set, you were looking for, you head to the register.

An hour and fifteen minutes.

That’s how long it took for your companion to find you, roughly grabbing you by the arm the moment you leave the store, getting some fresh air and bag in hand.

You bite back the whine of pain from his grip. You just hope it’s not going to bruise. Keeping your mouth shut would be the best choice right now, especially when you notice how tense his body is – fuck, you won’t be surprised if you end up dead tonight.

Either by him or your brother.

“…”

No words were exchanged as he drags you to an empty alleyway, his phone buzzing away in his pocket. It’s probably your brother. You’re definitely dead.

“Where were you?” He doesn’t release your arm, simply turning to face you the moment you step into darkness. His grip doesn’t loosen either, and once more, you’re reminded of why you shouldn’t be interested in him. If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under right now.

“On a date,” you should really watch your tone right now. His shades and mask may hide his expression, but you feel the bloodlust. “Getting to know him, the usual stuff.” You’re shaking in your knees. What are you trying to accomplish here? You already got a reaction out of him – he’s pissed, furious even, most likely thinking of ways to murder you in your sleep. Your mouth seems to disagree.

“The stuff my brother told me to do – “

“He didn’t tell you to sneak away with him. He told you to stay within my sight.” His fingers dig further into your arm. “I’m going to ask again; where were you?” There’s an edge to his voice. Its anger mixed with something else. It’s a really bad time to get your hopes up right now. Make up your mind – are you scared or hopeful?

“First, let go. If he saw us like this, he’ll think I’m a cheating girlfriend or something like that.” He lingers a bit longer before letting go. While you would have welcomed his touch in literally almost any setting, you want your arm unbruised. Sometimes it feels like he wants to hurt you.

“We went to a toy shop across the street, then a street food vendor, and finally, this clothing store. The one you almost broke my arm at.”

“I didn’t ‘almost’ break your arm – “

“I think you’re forgetting just exactly how weak I am compared to you.” You want the ground to swallow you whole. His phone buzzes again, and with a pointed look at you, he answers it. He says some stuff, the usual ‘Yes everything is fine,’ and ‘Alright, I’ll make sure she won’t leave the house for a while.’

Wait.

What?

By the time you reached for his phone, it was already ended. He lets you have it, scoffing when you get the password wrong. You resist the urge to lock him out of it. “… I’m twenty-five.”

“Yes, what about it?”

“And I’m being treated like a child. I didn’t ask for this – “

“You were the one who took his hand. And you also were the one who decided to run off… what’s in the bag?” He tilts his head, gesturing to it. A pink paper bag, the loops made of silk. Oh right. The underwear.

“Underwear. A babydoll set, if you really want to know, tell my brother that if you want to.” You shove it into his arms, any and all fun gone for the day. You should apologize and say goodbye to Adam before you’re dragged away. You turn on your heel, groaning when he asks:

“Were you going to fuck him?”

“No.”

You hear the bag rustle as he pulls it out. “It’s see through, and expensive… if it wasn’t for him, then who?” You don’t answer, walking ahead. You just hope he doesn’t follow you into the store. Otherwise, you’re going to be one killing him.

“No-one. And besides, if I was planning on sleeping with someone, it wouldn’t involve you. As a matter of fact, I feel sorry for you – to think, no-one would show a little bit of skin for you… how sad.” Was it out of spite? Frustration? Eagerness to see his reaction?

You give up on yourself. Whatever is said, is said.

“Like you’re don’t,” you’re not sure of when he got so close, or how his hand encloses itself around your neck, palm pressing against it. His breath hits your ear. “I see the way you look at me.”

“… Do you have nothing better to do with your time? Like, I don’t know, fucking off?” you don’t make a move to push him off, and he doesn’t move away. But his grip is light, extremely so that you could easily get out of it with just a twist of your hand.

You’re usually passive. You don’t get an attitude with him, if anything, you usually tend to be nice to him. Smiles and forced laughs and genuine giggles – but the fact you’re grounded like a child… no.

Maybe it’s because he finally hurt you.

“There’s a hotel nearby if you’re so desperate to wear this thing,” he bounces the bag midair. Where the fuck was this coming from? There’s never been any sexual tension, nor has he expressed or shown any interest in you. And after you just had an argument? On your date?

“I thought you said you don’t date.”

“I don’t,” a single kiss to your nape, “and neither do you.”

Sometimes, you’re scared of how much you’re attracted you are to him.

#hsr blade #hsr x reader #hsr #honkai star rail blade #honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere blade #yandere blade x reader #blade x reader

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negantwd4l · 7 months

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Regret… p2!!

I am so so sorry for the wait I’ve been so pre occupied at the moment. And I had no idea how to end this 🤷‍♀️

It will include, riding, age gap(reader is 20-23, negan is 50ish..?) , bit of a daddy kink, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, Idek what else sorry

18++

“WHAT THE FUCK” is all you can hear from outside negans door while your still in ecstasy from the orgasm you just had making you giggle. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had daddy” you say it loud enough so that Nate can hear you saying it.

While Nate’s storming off negan makes his way up to your lips, kissing you so you can taste yourself and oddly you liked it. “Goddamn you taste good doll” he says breathily on your lips making a smile come through your face. You can feel his fully erect dick against your leg through his jeans creating your mouth to water.

You push him back so he’s sitting up. Your hand still on his shoulder you move your other hand down to his belt and start unbuckling it. You throw it to the other side of the room before unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock that’s as hard as concrete, after admiring it for a beat you lightly run a finger up his shaft and feel it twitch beneath your finger making you shiver. The sound of both of you panting fills the room along with a few groans from negan. You slowly kiss your way down his toned body before reaching his painfully hard erection and licking the pre cum off it earning a loud grunt from him.

“Mm you taste so good daddy” you whisper in his ear before kissing him so he can taste himself. Making your way back down you slowly lick the tip, swirling it in your mouth before plunging his length as far as it’ll go making his hips jolt up and moan. You start bobbing up and down and his hand grabs the back of your head pushing you down further “that’s a good girl. You can take it” he manages to get out between pants.

Hollowing out your cheeks to amplify the feeling he thrusts his hips up again making you gag. Tears falling down your cheeks get wiped away with his thumb before he stops you, pulling your head up with your hair that he grabbed “you look so pretty with your mouth around my cock doll, but we cant end this yet. Hands and knees. Now.”

You do as he says without protest excited to finally have him inside of you. He teases you by rubbing the head up and down your slick folds. Your whimpering and about to beg, just as you open your mouth to he thrusts fully inside you making you cry out. Your walls stretching to fit his as he slowly comes back out before pushing straight back in. His grunts and your moans fill the room “god, baby your so tight for daddy’s cock” your moan is your response because you can’t get any words out. You can feel the burning ball in your stomach indicating your getting close and negan can tell. You pull your body away from his “you okay doll?” He asks breathing heavily. “Lay down” you command and he does so. You position yourself over his hips before slowly lowering yourself down onto his length “good girl. Ride me like you’ve imagined for the last year baby” he growls out.

After adjusting your self you start rolling your hips to hit your g-spot, he grabs your hips in a tight hold pushing you to go faster. Your head rolls back as you get closer to finishing, “no look at me. Look at me while you ride my dick” moving your head to look at him he hits your g-spot again making you cry out on pleasure. The burning ball in your stomach was intensifying, negan reaches his hand under you and pinches your sensitive clit making your legs start shaking and toes curl “cum for me baby” just as he said that your orgasm hit so hard you almost saw Jesus as he continues to thrust in you to chase his own orgasm. Shortly after as your still coming down from pure bliss he finishes as well filling the room with a loud string of curse words and grunts. As you’ve come down from your high you look down and your eyes widen, you’ve just squirted all over his lower abdomen.

You slowly move up off his now only semi-hard dick to go get a towel and clean up your mess thinking how embarrassing this is but luckily he doesn’t say anything and your pretty sure it’s because he knows your embarrassed. After cleaning it up you lay next to him with a hand on his abs drawing circles. After a few minutes laying in silence you decide to break it “what do we do about Nate?” “If he was stupid enough to go around touching other women when he had you he doesn’t deserve your time. Just forget about him” you look up and smile at him and he winks in response. After a beat your intrusive thoughts get the best of you so you slowly move your hand down right above his shaft and watch his dick grow in amusement loving the effect you have on him “you cheeky little shit” he groans out “you have to take care of that now” he says with a grin. “Happily daddy” you say in his ear before moving your head down, mouth watering at the sight of it.

“God the things you do to me”

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After both of you have ridden out of your highs you get up to get dressed and negan does so too. As your about to leave his room he questions you “where are you going so fast?” “I gotta go find Nate. I’ll be back” “wait I’ll come with” he says speeding up to catch up to you. You both look around the house for him with no luck, the garage being the last place you look. You found him in there punching the punching bag angrily not noticing you’ve walked in. “Nate?” You say softly making him realise you’ve come in. “You.” Is all he says before coming up and swinging at his dad knocking him backwards, Nate then runs off to his room

“Are you okay?” You ask concerned looking at his eye that’s already swelling “I’ll be fine doll. Go after him I’m gonna get some ice on this” you quickly start making your way up the stairs and reach his bedroom. After knocking lightly you enter the room and is greeted with him sitting on the edge of his bed with his hands between his head. “Why the actual fuck would you do that” he hissed “I know you cheated on me. Never cheat on a petty person” you hissed back.

“So you found out” he whispered expressionless. “Of course I did, your not very good at hiding things” he chuckled dryly at your response before getting up to face you. “Look I’m sorry. But my dad? Really?” Just thinking about it has your core clenching. You can’t think of a response so you just stare at him awkwardly filling the room with a odd silence. “So your not even going to apologise?” His remark has you rolling your eyes before you reply “fuck no.” You can hear him practically growl after saying that before muttering something under his breathe as he pushes past you to leave the room.

You quickly follow after him but he’s too fast for you and leaves the house before you can catch up to him. “You think he’s mad?” A scratchy voice you recognise immediately calls from the kitchen making a giggle form in your throat. The thought of Nate completely vanished from your mind as you stalk towards negan until your pressed flush against him, leaning your head up to catch him in a soft but rough kiss. “What do you say we take this back to the bedroom darlin” he whispers against your lip and before you can even reply he’s already dragging you by your hand to his room but you follow happily basically skipping knowing this is exactly what you want.

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just-a-creep-babe · 3 years

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Hoodie throatfuck hoodie throatfuck hoodie throatfuck hoodie throatfuck hoodie th

-tiny anon

Idek if this was meant to be a request but like,, I wasn’t just gonna pass up an opportunity to write a hoodie throatfuck, so here it is 😳😳 even tho it is pretty short whoops

Requests are closed

Masterlist: x

His hands are tangled in your hair, fingers gently tugging at the soft strands

Every slow, gentle thrust of his hips has his cock hitting the very back of your throat

“That’s it, atta girl~” he hums, praising deeply

He’s taking it easy on you, enjoying the wet warmth of your tongue lapping up at him, savoring your mouth wrapping around his length, but you know it’s just the beginning

He plans on ruining you, and you know it

You welcome it

Pressing both hands at the back of your head, he pushes you forwards, forcing you to take him in deeper until your nose is nearly touching his pelvis

Tears spring to your eyes, your gag reflex reacting before you can overcome it

You expect him to pull out to give you a moment to breathe, but he only shushes you and keeps you firmly locked around his length

“Shh, shh, be a good girl for me, baby. Be a good girl and swallow it down—swallow down my cock”

You whimper pathetically, glassy eyes glancing up at him

There’s a hint of an amused grin tugging at his lips as he gazes down at you, like he’s enjoying watching you struggling to take him

“Are you my little slut, baby? My good little cockhungry whore?”

You make some other indignant noise in agreement, just barely managing to move your head in a nod

He chuckles at the sight and finally, finally, releases his hold

You immediately pull away, coughing and gasping as you try to catch your breath

His cock twitches in front of you as he patiently waits for you to recover

And once he decides you’ve had enough time, his hands return to your hair—harder, less forgiving this time

He pushes his hips forwards to rub his cock against your cheek, smearing a mix of precum and your own saliva against your face

The grip on the back of your hair never loosens, so you’ve no choice but to maintain eye contact as he degrades you with the tip of his cock

“I’m gonna fuck your throat, alright, sweetheart? And I’m not gonna give you another break until I cum insides that cute little mouth of yours. You understand, baby?”

There’s a certain sense of authority to his voice that you’ve heard before—and you know better than to disobey

You swallow thickly, your heart thumping eagerly in your chest as you nod

That slow, cruel grin returns to his face

“Good girl,” he chuckles, “now open”

You do as he says, and when he orders you to stick your tongue out for him, you immediately do so without question

You know you must look stupid like this—your hair a wild mess, spit and precum clinging to your cheek as you stick your tongue out—on the verge of drooling for him

But you’re so eager to please; you can’t find it in yourself to care

He enjoys the sight a little longer before rubbing the tip into your mouth, massaging himself onto your wet muscle

And then in one slow, long thrust, he pushes all the way down into the back of your throat

This time, you manage to hold back your gag when it threatens to have you spluttering around him

But he doesn’t take the time to praise you for it

Without hesitating, he pulls out and pushes back in again, practically cramming himself in all at once, forcing you to take him whether you’re ready for it or not

He thrusts out and repeats the motion again, not going too quickly but using you roughly—like your mouth is a fleshlight at his disposal

“Fuck, you feel good,” he cusses

His second hand joins up with his first to push your head down around him in tandem with the movement of his hips

You’re drooling, tearing up and struggling to breath in through your nose as he picks up the pace

You can feel him stretch out your throat every time he fucks into you

“My little cumslut,” he groans, and the sound reaches right into the depths of your core

He shows no signs of slowing down or stopping

Instead, he keeps going faster and harder, making you take him in deeply with no regards to how often you choke on him

You have to lifts your hands up against his calves to brace yourself

Eyes squeezing shut, if it was any other time, you’d be cringing at the wet smacking sound you‘re making around him

But you’re far too horny to care as he uses you for his own personal gain

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!~”

His moans and groaned curses encourage you to stay still and complacent for him

You know he’s getting near when he keeps twitching and throbbing against your tongue

When you whimper around him, he cusses again, throwing his head back and shoving himself as deep as you can take him

His cock twitches frantically as he pumps his load down your throat, bringing a fresh wave of tears to your eyes

You try not to let anything escape past your lips, but there’s just so much of it that you can’t help the small amount dribbling down your chin and onto your chest

He keeps himself slotted far down your throat as he comes down from his high, still faintly rocking into you, like he doesn’t want to lose the feeling of your lips wrapped around him just yet

When he gazes back down again, that slow smirk returns to his face

“You like that, sweetheart? Hm? You like tasting my cock and drinking up all my cum?”

You nod, whimpering

And before he pulls out, you swallow down everything in your mouth

He curses one last time as your throat tightens around him

And then he’s releasing his grip in your hair and letting you disconnect from his pulsing length

Your throat feels raw and used, your mind swimming

“Now, what do we say after getting used like a good little cocksleeve?” he coos

You look up at him, still dazed and panting heavily

“Th-thank you, Daddy”

#creepypasta #marble hornets #creepypasta smut #slenderverse #hoodie #hoodie x reader smut #creepypasta x reader

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ktheist · 3 years

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lips? sealed. legs? spread.

premise. because of the pandemic, you’re forced to have your graduation online. but that’s not stopping you from driving down to the beach to celebrate with your friends. it just so happens that you’re the main attraction of the night.

muses. jimin x reader, taehyung x reader, jeongguk x reader, yoongi x reader, yoongi x jimin.

word. 3.6k

warnings. consensual gangbang. public sex. unprotected sex. sex on the beach. bigdick!tae, bigdick!jeongguk, thick dick!jimin

note. this is pure absolute filth. idek why i wrote this.

it started with truth or dare before the word “boring” comes out of park jimin’s mouth and a “strip” added to cure that boredom to get you through the night. lisa manoban ends up stripped down to her panties and bra and steps out of the game.

“nah, i’m out, you guys have fun though.” she waves her hand in surrender, picks up her clothes and slips away from the circle to emphasize on her withdrawal from the game.

a series of ‘aww’s and ‘boo’s follow from you and the rest before hoseok disappears five minutes later, saying something about needing to take a number 1 but never coming back and getting forgotten by everyone.

he’s probably left to check up on lisa who said she was going to grab some snacks from the convenience store that’s just three minutes away from the beach.

the flames of the custom made bonfire dance in the night, cackling and laughing when it’s your turn to discard your bra. the chilly air making your nipples stand. your cheeks are burning as you cross your arm over your exposed chest. the hesitant way you look down and bite your lip is enough indication that you’re thinking twice about being the sole winner of tonight’s strip truth or dare. kim taehyung attempts to place his jacket around you but is met by a series of protests.

“if you wanna put on a jacket, you gotta be prepared to admit defeat. that’s the rule.” or so jeon jeongguk announces.

“never heard of that rule before.” kim jennie looks at him with an elaborated twist of her eyebrows to show the utter confusion and absurdity she finds in his words.

“yeah, well, now you know,” jeongguk winks.

it’s either because of the man’s flirtatious advancements or because she really needs to go to the bathroom, that she stands up, pick up the shirt and the only piece of article she’s taken off and walks towards the cars. somewhere a few feet away, the lights of the convenience store and closed diner illuminates the area.

jisoo shoots you a look that you shoot back with another look of determination. if there’s anything you’d never be caught dead doing, it’s raising the white flag before jeon jeongguk does.

so she ends up chasing after jennie on her own.

“anyone else wanna be loser?” jeongguk asks, vanity apparent in his voice.

you wonder how it’s not shivering in the cold with how he’s stripped naked to his boxers.

“i need to get some water,” seokjin announces and struts towards the direction the girls were headed.

he’s one of the lucky few that managed to keep his clothes on throughout the game.

it’s become an unspoken knowledge that the ones who backed out will go home in seokjin’s jeep.

there’s only you, taehyung, jimin, jeongguk and yoongi.

namjoon was the first to leave because his girlfriend called him crying for some reason and he’s the kind of man that would come running to his girl. somewhere in your heart, you feel a tinge of jealousy for chaeyoung for having such an amazing man who loves her to the moon and back.

“this is getting boring.” jimin confesses for the second time of the night, bringing the bottle to his plump lips.

“let’s play 7 minutes in heaven.” jeongguk suggests, “we’re all bored here.”

“but there’s just one girl...” jimin murmurs to himself.

“so? you can make out with one of us,” taehyung winks.

but jimin’s shyly looking down and smiling is the last thing you expect to see. he’d usually just brush off his best friend’s advancements by laughing or flirting back but never speechless.

“alright, here’s the bottle,” jeongguk says afer gulping down the whole content of the beer and lifting the opaque glass in the air, “game’s simple, it’s like spin the bottle but instead of making out, you spend 7 minutes in one of the cars.”

“no –not my car,” jimin complains, throwing his head back, probably recalling that time when he lent jeaongguk his car and in the morning, started blowing everyone’s phone up by spamming the group chat, sending death threats to jeongguk for those stains in the back seat.

“i’m out.” yoongi says simply, but doesn’t move from his spot which is sitting on the log between taehyung and jimin.

his porcelain skin is painted auburn from the fire in front of him. he raises the beer to his mouth and starts downing it.

“ugh okay, okay, how about just making out here for 7 minutes?” jeongguk mediates.

that receives a moderate response of ‘not-so-thrilled-but-not-against-it’ kind of nod.

jeongguk places the bottle down on the ground and yoongi plainly points, “that’s not how physics work.”

“shh,” the younger man shushes him up, “it’s gonna work.”

then he spins the bottle just a few centimeters above the sand. the opaque bottle spins in the air for the briefest moment before it lands on the grainy sand, it’s top pointed straight at you.

“okay, so me and ___ are the first pair.” he grins, excitement flashing across his eyes.

jimin goes next, mimicking jeongguk’s techniques and the bottle points at yoongi. all of a sudden, a strangled silence settles in.

the elder man makes an impressed nod –probably surprised at how things turned out.

“okay, tae, you spin the bottle and if falls on me or ___, you can join us and if it falls on jimin or yoongi, you can join them.” jeongguk says as if he’s done this plenty of times before.

you attempt to pick up your shirt when jeongguk clicks his tongue and wiggles his index finger in the air, “nu-uh, the game’s still going on, you put on any of the clothes you’re not supposed to have on, and you’re out.”

“that’s a dumb rule and i’m cold.” you roll your eyes and slip on your shirt anyway.

your nipples appear more protruded underneath that thin layer of material but it’s better than having to cover them with your arm.

jeongguk groans but doesn’t say anythng else as taehyung picks up the bottle and spins it.

in the end, you have a pair and a trio.

since taehyung is right next to you, crash your onto with his. it takes him a moment to register that the seven minutes start now before he swipes his tongue over your lower lip and you let him in, tasting the bitter beer in his mouth while he suckles on your tongue.

you expect taehyung to play along for the first few minutes and let jeongguk and you have a go at it. but the proactive advancements aren’t unwelcomed.

“hey! come on!” jeongguk whines somewhere in a distance –he’s sat across from you.

it doesn’t take long to make his way over and starts kissing your shoulder, sitting on the vacant end of the log. it’s the hand that snakes under your shirt and gropes your breast that makes you moan into taehyung’s mouth.

jeongguk pinches your nipple almost painfully, as if getting payback for starting without him.

when you don’t budge and wrap your arms around taehyung’s neck, he stops his assault on your sensitive buds and slips his hand under your panties. you gasp, body frozen from the unannounced intrusion and he takes that chance to turn your face to him, capturing your lips.

taehyung sighs softly, as if foreseeing that jeongguk would sweep you away from him. and you thought it the end of that.

but instead, you feel more slander fingers than jeongguk’s on your other breast that jeongguk didn’t touch. they’re gentle and handle you like you’re a delicate porcelain doll.

and like you said, taehyung’s touches aren’t unwelcomed.

that, paired with jeongguk’s careless fingers on your clit, easily makes you moan out in pleasure as sparks course through your veins, stars behind your eyes, your arm around jeongguk’s neck and your mouth tore away from his.

jeongguk lets out a low whistle as caresses your sensitive clit in a circular motion and stops when your hand grasps his wrist, telling him you need a break.

“wait, out here? dude, you can’t be serious,” taehyung lowly cautions as jeongguk shifts behind.

you barely get to focus your eyes after coming down from your high, noticing the two men making out behind taehyung where you last saw them. yoongi’s hand is in jimin’s pants.

“baby, can i put it in?” jeongguk’s voice is uncharacteristically silken and sweet.

it doesn’t take a genius why.

you throw a glance over your shoulder to see him pumping himself, his tip glistening with pre-cum.

“no, i want tae’s.” you say vindictively.

“what – “ the aforementioned man’s eyes widen, skin appearing olive gold next to the fire.

“may i, tae tae?” you smile, fluttering your lashes and smiling coquettishly as you caress him through his pants. just like jimin, he only lost his shirt in the earlier game.

his adam’s apple bobs as he contemplates your offer but spreads his legs open as though welcoming your touch.

“i...” he says thickly, “i don’t have a condom on me...”

“it’s fine, i’m on birth control,” you shrug, lips still curled into a suave, inviting smile.

then his head shakes in the smallest nod.

“yeah?” you ask, head tilted ever so slightly to the side in an innocent gesture.

“yeah,” he echoes your words, eyes screwing shut, “please.”

it takes you close to no difficulty to take him out. you ravel in his size –he’s possibly the biggest you’ve ever seen. taking him in your mouth, you let jeongguk pull you panties to the side and slip his tip past your entrance. he groans, appreciating your warmth while you coat taehyung’s length with your saliva.

once you’re sure taehyung’s all ready to take you, you lift yourself up, earning a whine from jeongguk whose closed eyes shoot open as if he just woke up from a delightful dream and crashed into reality. you lower yourself onto taehyung, humming in appreciation like jeongguk did as the taller man stretches you out to fit his size.

once you’re sat on his lap and taking him to the hilt, only then do you pay attention to jeongguk who’s directing your hand to wrap around his length.

you start to move your hips, appreciating each delicious graze of taehyung’s length stretching and molding you to fit his size while pumping jeongguk’s shaft and lowering your mouth to wrap around his tip.

“i’m close,” taehyung murmurs breathily, his hand ghosting over your hips as though barely fighting against his primal urges to grab your hips and move you to his desirred tempo.

“you can come inside,” you say, tearing your mouth away from jeongguk for the briefest moment to throw your head to meet taehyung’s hooded gaze.

“please, can i cum inside you too? after tae?” jeongguk asks, knowing full well that he’s walking on thin ice with you.

“no.” you deny curtly, making sure to shoot him a glare to emphasize your disapproval.

“fuck,” taehyung’s voice cuts through the night as he’s pushed to his limit. those large hands dig into your skin as he bounces your ass on his lap the way he wants it.

and you let him. moaning against jeongguk’s tip as your brain shortcircuits. you barely notice the way jeongguk’s thrusting his length down your throat –much deeper than you’d allow him, just because you’re not a fan of his arrogance but also can’t completely resist it.

once you and taehyung stop moving, jeongguk easily lifts you up from taehyung’s lap and place you down on his.

“jeongguk,” you say warning, not at all pleased that he handled you like a ragdoll but can’t help the way you tighten around him –he’s winning in girth compared to taehyung.

“don’t move –i promise i won’t come inside you, just please let me feel you around me,” jeongguk’s basically begging as he hugs you close to him –it’s probably to get you to stop any inch of movement but your stomach is fluttering and your cheeks are immeasurably hot.

you bite your lower lip from moaning.

while he’s holding you so tight, your clit is rubbing against him and you’ve got the fattest dick inside you.

there’s no way you can sit still.

you move your hip in a circular motion, the groan coming from jeongguk’s lips being music to your ears.

“fine,” you push the mated hair from his face when he pulls away from your shoulder and looks at you in the eye, they appear to be twinkling in the flicker of the flames, “you can come inside.”

the last thread of his sanity seems to snap. he lays you down on your back and because the log isn’t long enough for that, you end up having your head laid on taehyung’s thigh, his just-cummed dick still out in the open. every time jeongguk thrusts inside you, you end up brushing against it.

taehyung, having lost his reserves about sex in public, smiles down at you and places a hand underneath your head to support you while his friend is thrusting in and out of you like a mad man who’s never tasted a woman in his entire life.

eventually, taehyung, the moans and the squelching sounds disappear into a blurred mess. you don’t know where you start and where jeongguk ends.

when you come to, you’re staring at the starless night sky, breathing heaving into steady breaths as you feel satisfaction tingles in between your legs. a mixture of jeongguk and taehyung’s cums pour out of you and onto your stained panties.

and in the peaceful cackles of the bon fire and the sound of waves crashing, a shadow blocks your view.

“uh, ___,” jimin says hesitantly.

“hm?” you look up at the man with his length out –he’s probably the shortest compared to taehyung and jeongguk but his girth could give the latter a run for his money.

“we got turned on looking at you guys,” jimin stammers, cheeks flushed while yoongi stands next to him, stroking himself to the sight of your glistening and naked body.

“come here,” you giggle, pushing yourself up.

“let me,” taehyung whispers, sending shivers down your spine as he holds out his hand for you to use as a support.

you don’t realize how spent you are until you decide to stand up but almost go tumbling into the ground again a second later. you would’ve faceplanted into the sand if taehyung hadn’t caught you. he helps you to sit on his lap and holds both your legs up.

your panties are now discarded on the ground while sticky, white cum drips out of you freely and park jimin’s got a front row view of that.

you should be embarrassed but the last of your braincell’s got fucked out of you by jeongguk who’s now passed out on the sand, snoring away like he’s got no care in th world.

jimin’s face is beat red as he slips right inside you. it would’ve taken more teasing if you were to take him without jeongguk and taehyung’s jizz dripping out of you.

“you mind if i give you head instead?” you ask the elder man.

“not at all,” yoongi shrugs but that unbothered facade comes crumbling down like sand castle as soon as you wrap your lips around him, hand covering where your mouth can’t reach.

well, you can, but deepthroating’s jeongguk’s made you too tired to take another man deeper than you do now.

you sigh softly when jimin starts moving. he’s gentle with his strokes, as if making sure you’re gradually getting used to him. probably because he knows he’s thicker than the average men. and jimin being jimin, will probably make sure all his partners are comfortable (how ever comfortable you can be butt naked in the open and with sand sticking to your soles and exposed flesh.

but all that easily melts away as jimin hits that one spot that gets you throwing your head back on taehyung’s shoulder. even when he goes faster, he’s still attentive of your reactions and actions.

you’re not sure how he can read you when it’s covered in yoongi’s cum. he’s the fastest to cum out of all the four boys. somewhere in your mind, you thank the universe for giving you a fast and easy blow.

when yoongi steps away, you shift your focus to jimin, “i’m coming,” you murmur.

it takes a few strokes more for you come at the same time, jimin throwing his head back, barely moaning out. it’s as though his reservations still cling onto him and stops him from losing himself.

jimin pulls out with a sigh, legs barely able to stand so he tumbles back to one of those empty logs and zips himself up.

just when you’re about to pull your legs together, all of a sudden, conscious of how exposed and naked you are –taehyung’s hand stops you.

“taehyung...” you murmur, cheeks burning at the way you’re spread and bare with multiple men’s cum dripping down your ass.

but he doesn’t seem to mind as he slides his fingers down your stomach and slips two of them past your entrance, coating those slender digits with the cum inside you.

his motion starts picking up and until he’s thrusting his fingers inside you like he would his dick. you’re grasping his arm and biting your lips at the sudden yet different rush of pressure you’ve had up until now. with the pleasure jimin left you, it doesn’t take long for it to built up in the pit of your stomach and spreads through your body likes the waves against the shore.

the rest that follows is a blur. you remember foregoing your undergarments and slipping on your jeans and shirt before having taehyung sweep you off your feet and carry you to the car.

“t-tae! i can walk!” you try to protest but he simple chuckles.

“you can barely stand.”

you can only cast your eyes to his collarbones –anywhere besides his eyes as you recall the throbbing sensation between your legs.

jeongguk, having been kicked to wake by yoongi, scampers to stand up and follow the three of you. he falls a step behind and complains the whole way to the car, saying something about “can do that too”.

whatever that is.

when you reach your home, the lights in the living room are still on and you’re quite literally screwed.

“come on, i’ll help you to the porch,” jeongguk says ever so casually as he undes the safety belt.

yet something instinctual makes you hurl out words of rejection right there and there despite your brain telling you that you’ll barely make it three steps out of the door without crashing against the ground.

“no, i’m good.” you huff, swigging the car door open yet you hear another car door open and the sound of feet hurriedly shuffling over and in no time, jeongguk’s arm is around yours.

“i don’t need your help,” you hiss under your breath despite the relief that floods your system from jeongguk’s support.

“what are the chances of your parents letting you coming back past curfew slide because the face they saw walking you up to the porch is mine?” he makes a compelling argument.

before you can even refute, the front door swings open to your father’s glum expression. though his face lights up like christmas light as soon as he sees the man next to you.

“jeongguk! well, i’ll be damned,” your father beams, hands on his hips, “i didn’t know you two made up.”

“evening, mr. ___,” jeongguk nods in greeting, pretending not to hear the last part.

“thanks for walking me,” you say, strained.

gathering all that’s left of your might you take a step forward and out of his arm to stand next to your dad, waiting for him to leave.

“did someone say jeongguk?” your mother comes running from the couch, “oh, how’s your mother? is she well?”

“yeah. too well, actually. she’s been into yoga lately, keeps saying she’ll be able to beat me in arm wrestling,” jeongguk chuckles, scuffing his sole against the ground, hands buried inside his pocket.

“yeah, it’s getting late, don’t you think?” you cut in.

your parents seem to take the hint, your mother wishing him a one last, “tell minhee i said hi, yeah, son?”

“will do,” he smiles, eyes travelling to yours only to have him drop his gaze. “have a good evening mr. ___, mrs. ___.”

then he’s walking back to the car where you can see taehyung waving his hand from the passenger seat. only then, does an actual smile curve on your lips as you wave back, pretending not to notice the slouch in jeongguk’s figure.

that’s the last you talk to jeongguk privately. sometimes, when you’re texting in the group chat, you can’t help but reply to his dumb memes. yoongi and you exchange music in private message while you and jimin are ‘best friends’ on snapchat and you occasionally reply to taehyung’s insta story.

no one spoke of that night.

it’s as if it never happened.

the girls asked about it but you simply brush it off, “oh we had some drinks and decide to go home because it wasn’t fun with half of the squad not around.”

they don’t believe it.

but they don’t push it either.

but they probably thought you made a mistake and that mistake having something to do with your summer fling slash childhood friend, jeon jeongguk.

part of it was true.

except you fucked half of the boys in your group of friends.

it’s a month later, did you get a text from jeongguk on one ordinary friday night, after coming home from work. after going back to seoul.

jk: hey

jk: me and taehyung are going out for a drink

jk: since we live ten minutes away do you wanna come?

#taehyung smut #jungkook smut #yoongi smut #jimin smut #bts smut #taehyung scenarios #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #yoongi scenarios #jimin scenarios #bts fics #jungkook fics #yoongi fics #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfics #taehyung fanfics #jimin fics #taehyung fics

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marswritingss · 4 years

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reader kicking assses in da bus

req: Hellou, how about your shiratorizawas,inarizakis and nekomas manager and your on the bus to a game and you all have fun and talk and one member tells you to ,,finally shut up" and since you take no $hït you tumble over the seats and beat him up💕💕happend to me irl😂sorry if it's weird

me: yes ofc! you really said 🦵hope you like this :))

warnings: none? reader ends up kicking some asses and then saying sorry so nothing really lmao

hi this is me after a shit ton of time after starting this: i couldn’t bring myself to finish this in headcanons, so i made them one shots (nekoma was the only one i could do in “headcanons”, if you want, i can rewrite this tho)

hi this is me a week after. i’m really really sorry, but my mind can’t finish the inarizaki one, so i’m just going to post this, i hope this is alright and i can try writing it later. sowwy :((

nekoma

– so you guys were on your way to a practice match with uH

– let’s say shinzen idek

– okay i once went to pamplona and used a bus where they even had a bathroom wtf

– ANYWAY

– so uM

– you were playing uno with yaku, kuroo, the second years (surprisingly, kenma included) lev and shibayama

– and oH boy

– it was one hell of a game

– first, lev had been peeking out his tall ass neck to see tora’s cards, which made him almost hit the stupid poor guy

– yaku had teamed with shibayama (who, had incredibly good skills at cheating in the game and somehow got fired up on the game) to turn down kuroo

– kenma remained unbothered, he hadn’t had to take cards off the stack and didn’t make anyone take either

– fukunaga teamed up with you and for some reason he knew who was going to draw what

– kuroo had thirty (30) cards and adding more as shibayama drew +2 cards, and then yaku added another +2 card

– you weren’t the most fired up

– but you did in fact, yell everytime tora or kuroo would pull out a reverse card

– it was when you had lost for the fourth time when lev, of all the people, told you to turn down the volume

– so uM

– with the recent loss, you were riled up and ready to kick the guy in his balls

– which you almost did

– thank god kuroo took you from your armpits like a cat and restrained you from leaving lev without kids

– but you still had that little fire telling you to kill someone

– so you ended up slapping kuroo in the face so hard you’d have knocked him down if he hadn’t been sat down

– and kenma laughs

“oh shit! sorry kuroo!”

“pfffff nice kill y/n” says yaku

– shibayama is scared

– lev thanks the gods for this new chance of life he has been given

– kuroo has a red cheek

– fukunaga is lowkey laughing

– tora, kenma and yaku are laughing their asses off

– this isn’t what you requested wtf

– anyway ima do better in the next one hol on

shiratorizawa

"the girl isn’t even pretty” you muttered. you were watching a movie with tendo and ushijima for the sole purpose of seeing the actress’ ‘undeniably and blinding beauty’, how the spike haired boy had said it.

your taste in girls was picky, though much less picky than in guys, even so, you really couldn’t find anything in the actress that said ‘undeniably beautiful’

“WHAAAA!” tendo screamed, while taking the ipad away from you and looked at you with a surprised face. “the actres is beautiful!” he said remarking the word beautiful. “you have no taste.” he crossed his arms. “at all”

you were about to say something when you saw ushijima nod

huh?????

since when did ushijima, the stoic stone face ace, the super volleyball idiot, the ‘i don’t know anything else than volleyball’ comment on someone’s appearance, other than his volleyball team mates, with the reasoning of their wellbeing??

maybe you had to lower your standards...

“y/n~” said tendo, looking at you with a grin. “admit it y/n... you have no taste, at all” he said. surprisingly, ushijima nodded. semi in the back did too, and you saw shirabu shaking his head, even though it was laying on the ashy haired boy’s shoulder.

i can’t believe i’m talking about taste with 6 feet idiots that like to run around a court following a ball.

your annoyance started growing. of course you had taste! you, f/n l/n, had indeed a very VERY refined taste. you weren’t a tasteless person! much less when it came about women. we’re talking about women!

“ts” you said. you heard shirabu mutter something about a salt stick, and chose to ignore him.

“cmon y/n... it’s okay to admit it...” said semi, trying to be sensible. “the actress is pretty... and when we talk to you about the girls in school you say there isn’t any of your taste...”

?????? so semi, who had NO taste at all, either in girls, boys, clothes or food, was now calling you out??? was this an alternate universe? or a joke from god?

the last straw was when goshiki said you had never had any couple because of your impossible standards.

your blood was boiling and, being tendo the closest you had, and the starter of that argument of you vs the whole shiratorizawa vbc, your hand moved without you even realising and a second later, tendo’s face was red. and a little swollen.

everyone in the bus went silent and returned to their own devices.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry..” you said, inspecting tendo’s face. the slap had left him kinda shook, but he was smiling.

“it’s okay y/n... you just have to admit your taste is bad and i’ll forgive you” he said, grining.

“seems like you’re completely fine to me...” you said, suddenly backing off and letting tendo’s face suspended in the air.

“i hope you’re not making any ruckus back there, or you’ll have to do twenty serves for any hair i’ve got in my face” said coach washijo in the front, which made both tendo and you straighten up. there were a lot of hairs in his eyebrows

PLS WTF IS THIS I’M CRYING AJKDHJKDSHSJKD LMFAOOOO anyway,,,,

i’m so sorry this is so late

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #shiratorizawa #nekoma #nekoma manager #nekoma x reader #nekoma hcs #nekoma x y/n #shiratorizawa hcs #shiratorizawa x reader #shiratorizawa manager #shiratorizawa x y/n

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kulabutterfly · 4 years

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Joy Package: Cabin By The Lake (M) PJM

Joy package are stories that consist of 3 main characters which are Seokjin, Jungkook and Jimin. They were in a band called Black Swan, Jimin as a vocalist, Seokjin as their guitarist and song-writer, Jungkook as their basist.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Synopsis: It’s been a month since you dated Jimin and he invited you to join him and his band mates for a retreat.

A/N: Idek if people would actually read this or nah but this is kinda the first time I tried to write something and I’m soo sorry for all the mistakes. Also you can read: Joy Package: Toxic What?

It’s been a month and a week since me and Jimin started dating. He was my first ever boyfriend and he was so sweet and every time I’m with him, it’s like, I’m in the cloud. I’m so happy I could die.

“Minjoo-ya, is it weird?” Minjoo was eating her cereal very slowly, daydreaming about I don’t know what.

“Bitch!” I called out for her again and she jolted.

“What?” She groaned annoyingly.

“It’s like a month since I dated Jimin, and we still haven’t kiss yet.” I pouted as I sat on the chair in front of her.

“No shit, I thought you guys have fuck?” She laughed, “You’ve been so annoying and act so lovey dovey. How are you guys still not kissing yet?”

“We’re shy. Also, I don’t know if he’s up to that.”

Minjoo pursed her lips awkwardly, and whispered even though no one’s there to listen, “run bitch.. run..”

“I love him for who he is!! It’s okay even if we won’t kiss.” But I wonder how Jimin tasted like…

“Whatever floats your boat, girl.” She stood up and took away her empty bowl of cereal to the sink.

I felt a vibrate on my hands, it was Jimin texting me. I automatically smile as I read his messages.

Jiminnie💓: Baby

Jiminnie💓: Me and jin hyung decided that we should go for a retreat for our band

Jiminnie💓: you know, like an MT

Jimminie💓: do you want to join us?

Jiminnie💓: pls say yes 🥺🥺🥺

Jiminnie💓: everyone’s bringing their girlfriends

Jiminnie💓: u should invite minjoo too

Jiminnie💓: cause jin hyung would be alone and i dont want him to disturb us

Jiminnie💓: baby where you attt?

Me: im hereeee

Me: sounds fun! I never went to an MT before

Me: okayy i’ll ask minjoo too when is it??

Jiminnie💓: this saturday

Jiminnie💓: pls say youre free 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Me: hahaha yes im free

Me: but idk abt minjoo

Me: i’ll ask her!

Jiminnie💓: okay baby!

Jiminnie💓: imma go practice!

“Minjoo-ya” I turned to look at the kitchen sink and she wasn’t there so I stood up and looked around.

After wandering for a few minutes I saw Minjoo on the balcony talking on the phone so I guess I’ll just ask her later.

“Ssup.” Minjoo says as she flopped on the couch beside me.

“Who’s calling you?” I asked, shove a grabful of popcorns inside my mouth.

“Taehyung.” She shrugged. “Ask me to follow him to somewhere.”

“Somewhere where?”

“I don’t even know.” She answered short.

“Oh bish, Jimin invited us to join him for a retreat.” I turned to look at her, my eyes glowing.

She looked at me weirdly, frowning. “Me too? Because?”

“Because you’re my best friend and he doesn't want you to be alone on the weekend.”

She faked a smile, “aw what a thoughtful boyfriend you had.” And rolled her eyes. “Thank you for the offer, but I really don’t want to be a third wheeler.”

“Noooo you won’t be! Seokjin will be there too.” I pouted, “Minjoo pleaseee.”

“More reasons for me to not go.”

“What? Bitch, it’s Seokjin. He’s single.”

“So what? No! He’s going to think I’m a freak.” She sighed, “also, I’ve promised Taehyung I’ll follow him.”

“What?? Nooo. Going where??”

“His bandmates rent this cabin by the lake or something.” She shrugged.

“Taehyung was in a band? Since when?”

“He just got accepted last month. As a drummer.” Minjoo says as she scrolls her phone. “Have fun with Jimin, bish.” She then smirked. “This is probably the time.”

“Bish…” I whined, “I can’t do this without you. I’m nervous. Cancel on Taehyung please? Come with me instead.”

“Bitch what the fuck? Don’t be disgusting and go find some cute undies!”

Jiminnie💓: Baby, you ready?

Jiminnie💓: we’re outside now

Me: oh yeah I’m coming!

I grabbed my luggage and ran to the entrance door, “Minjoo!!!! I’m leaving! See you on Sunday!!”

As soon as I reached the lobby, my eyes wandering looking for Jimin’s car.

“Baby! Here!”

Oh my God. He’s so shining, I’m going to be blind. I jumped happily as I walked toward where he was.

“Good morning!” I said as soon as I saw him. He opened the door for me and we both sat on the back passenger’s seats.

“Morning, baby.” He said and kissed my cheek slightly, making me blush. It’s been like 5 weeks since our first date, we’re still on early stage so a simple action like a kiss on the cheek could still make my heart beat like crazy.

I noticed Jin sitting alone in the front and I whisper to Jimin, “Is it okay if we both sit at the back? How about Jin?”

“I wanna be with you now,” he pouted. “He won’t leave me alone when we reach the cabin later.”

“We’re going to the cabin?” I asked Jimin and he nodded.

“Yeah, Jin hyung’s cabin. It’s so pretty, baby. And it’s by the lake.”

“It’s Jin’s cabin?”

“I mean, it is his parents’ but they rented it out for whoever wants to chill there. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure we get to stay on their master.”

The journey to Jin’s cabin took about 2 hours. We don’t really say anything. Jimin fell asleep about an hour later, his head leaned on my shoulder. He was so cute and I can’t stop looking at his little pout as he slept.

Jin was quiet as usual. Sometimes he would yawn and sometimes he would sing very very quietly. To be honest, I don’t know why he’s single. Well, he’s not as hyper as Jimin but he’s very good looking and I could tell that he’s nice. Ugh, if only the blind date could work out between Minjoo and Seokjin. She’d be here with us now!

We arrived at the cabin about 2 hours later, and just like what Jimin said, it was so beautiful. The lake is so clear, the porch was so cozy, and the inside was absolutely amazing. It was very very spacious and Jimin managed to get us to stay in Jin's master bedroom. He was so fast, like, as soon as we arrived, he grabbed our luggages and just shoved everything inside the bedroom. Seokjin just rolled his eyes and put his luggage in the second bedroom, near the living room.

While waiting for Jimin’s other friends to arrive, me and Jimin chilled in the living room, watching some cartoons. Seokjin was sitting on the couch near the entrance door, probably writing some lyrics.

Spending time with Jimin makes me happy but at the same time, I was nervous cause this is the first time that I’ll be meeting Jimin’s friends. Well, other than Seokjin cause he was there during me and Jimin first meeting. Other than him, I don’t know anyone. What if they don’t like me? What if their girlfriends gang up and decided to just outcast me or something? Ugh, if only Minjoo and Seokjin liked each other!

I heard someone coming from the porch and Seokjin went to get the door. After not less than 15 seconds later, I heard gasps and Jimin got up to see who it was.

“Minjoo?”

“Seokjin?”

“Wait, you guys know each other?”

I squinted to see clearly and what the fuck? “Minjoo?!” I gasped. “Bitch! What are you doing here? I thought you’re with Tae-” I turned to look at her side and saw Taehyung looking at me too.

“Eh? Minjoo’s housemate?! You’re here too?” Taehyung said as he saw me. “Oh my God, you’re Jimin's new girlfriend?!”

“Shut up, Tae!” Jimin and Minjoo said simultaneously and Taehyung pursed his lips.

“Bish, I’m glad you’re here.” I whined as I pulled Minjoo inside and hug her. “I didn’t know that Taehyung’s your boyfriend.” I say as we both flopped on the couch at the living room.

“He wasn’t! I told you, he wanted me to go with him cause all of his bandmates are going to bring their girlfriends along.” She rolled her eyes, “Where’s Seokjin’s girlfriend?” She whispered.

“Well,” I shrugged, “you were supposed to be his girlfriend, but oh well.”

“Bitch what the fuck he don’t even like me!”

“Minjoo, you don’t even know that.”

“Oh yeah? Then what makes you think you know that?” she raises both of her brows.

“Just a feeling.”

“Feeling my ass.”

As we were talking, Taehyung, Jimin and Seokjin were in the kitchen, preparing for lunch. Jimin told us to just sit and do nothing and that they would prepare for everything. We both heard a noise outside, and we figured that must be Jungkook. Minjoo walked to the entrance door upon hearing someone stepping on our porch and I followed her from the back.

“Jungkook’s here?” Taehyung asked out of nowhere and I nodded. He then proceeded to follow me from behind.

“Jungkook-ah, what takes you so long-”, Taehyung says as Minjoo open the door, “Miss B?” He frowned as soon as he laid eyes on Jungkook’s girlfriend. Minjoo and me were speechless as we just stared at the girl.

“What are you guys doing here?” Hyewon questioned us, she removed her sunglasses.

“You guys know each other?” Jungkook looked at us and Hyewon back and forth.

“Holy pineapple! Minjoo, I’m scared.” Taehyung tapped on Minjoo’s shoulder and she rolled her eyes.

“We’re roommates,” Minjoo says and Hyewon shrugs.

I finally came into my senses and pulled Hyewon into her embrace and hugged her, tightly! “Yay! We’re all here! Oh my God!!” She screamed. “This is the best MT ever!”

“Wait,” Hyewon pushed me away and looked at Taehyung, “What’s Miss B?”

Taehyung shrugged while pursing his lips, and quickly ran off to the kitchen making Hyewon roll her eyes.

Most of us just sit around and chat. Me and the girls talked a lot while they guys were outside doing I don’t know what. It’s mostly Jimin forcing Taehyung and Jungkook out, playing badminton or volleyball. I don’t really care.

Seokjin was inside though, he’s at the kitchen, writing on his notes. Probably lyrics.

“Minjoo, bish, why don’t you go and talk to him?” I move both of my eyebrows up and down, grinning.

“Why the fuck would I?” Minjoo says, rolling her eyes.

“Come on, Minjoo. He’s so hot and single.”

Hyewon scoffed, “Jin is hot and single. But he’s not available.” she shrugged.

“You know him that well?” I asked Hyewon and she nodded.

“I mean, I’ve known them for like 2 years? But damn, Jin was hard.” Hyewon says, “He has a lot of admirers but accepted none of them. I bet he’s a virgin.” She laughed.

“Jimin? Do you know how Jimin was before?” I asked and she nodded.

“Well, partly.” She shrugged. “I know that his ex-girlfriend cheated on him for some other guy.”

“What?”

“Jimin’s a nice guy. Don’t worry. He may be a little bit too hyper so sometimes he’s kinda annoying, but oh well.” She shrugged again.

Seokjin cooked us bolognese for dinner and it was so good. Reminds me of my hometown. We were all now chilling in the living room,

“We brought beers.” Jimin says as he placed dozens of beers followed by Jungkook at the back with more beers.

“That’s a lot of beers…” Minjoo says under her breath, quietly.

“Everyone can have this except Minjoo.” Taehyung remarks and everyone was looking at him weirdly.

Oh yeah, remember when Minjoo got drunk and made Hyewon give me giant ass hickey? Gosh.

“Ya, why are you deciding for her? Minjoo, don’t listen to her, let’s just drink.” Jimin says and Minjoo smiled faintly.

“No, she can’t have any of this. She does weird things when she’s drunk!” Taehyung pouted and Minjoo kicked Taehyung’s waist to shut him up.

“I wonder what they are.” Hyewon smirks.

“I want to see what Minjoo will do when she’s drunk. Let her drink, hyung.” Jungkook says as well, also smirking.

“No” Taehyung insist.

“Hey Minjoo, don’t be lame.” Hyewon nudged Minjoo’s waist and Minjoo rolled her eyes.

“Whatever.” She says.

“No, Minjoo. I won’t let you-”

“Shut up, Tae.” Minjoo sighed. “Let’s just get over this.”

“Ooh! Let’s play truth or dare!” Jimin suggested and Taehyung screamed, “No!! We’re not playing that!”

“Mr Boyfriend, you can leave if you don’t want to play, just don’t ruin our fun.” Hyewon rolled her eyes.

“I told you, I’m not Minjoo’s boy-”

“Whatever.” Hyewon cut her off, showed her palm to Taehyung signalling her to stop talking.

“You’re Miss Bitchy.” Taehyung said back.

“Truth or dare it is!” Jimin squealed as he sipped on the beer.

“Okay, who’s going to start?” I asked and Jimin raised his hand.

“I’ll start. Hmm, I choose,” He paused, looked at me, and smiled. “Y/N. Truth or dare?”

“Uhh. truth.”

“Okay, hmm. Why are you so beautiful?”

“Ugh! Get a fucking room!” Taehyung groaned in annoyance.

“Answer the question or you’ll have to be punished.” Jimin smirk.

“Uhm.. I was born with it.” I blushed.

“Move on please, next!” Jungkook says.

“ I choose.. Hmm.. “ I paused for a few moments. “Seokjin!” He was shook upon hearing his name being called as he was just minding his own business. “Truth or dare?”

“I don’t want to play.”

“Hyung..” Jimin whined. “Truth or dare!”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Truth.”

“Okay! Are you a virgin?” He widened his eyes and the boys laughed at the question I asked. I mean, I was curious cause he was so good looking. And Hyewon says he is a virgin so I wanted to confirm. There is no way this hotie’s a virgin.

“Do I look like I am?” Seokjin asked me back and I stuttered, “N-no?”

“There you go.” He shrugged.

“Okay, Jin hyung! Choose!”

“Hm, Jungkook.”

“Dare!” Jungkook screamed. “A man should always choose dare!”

“I dare you to stop touching Hyewon in front of us. It’s very disturbing.”

Everyone laughed except for Jungkook and Hyewon. “That’s not fair, hyung!”

“A man always chooses a dare.” Seokjin mocked him and Jungkook stomped his feet, angry.

“Anyway, I choose-” he paused, listening to Hyewon that was smirking and whispering at him.

Okay, Minjoo.” He continued. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Okay, take a one shot of beer! The whole can.”

Ohh fuck.

“Whatever.” She say as sip on a whole can of beer,

“Jungkook-ah!” Taehyung yelled out annoyingly and Jungkook shrugged. Still smirking.

“My turn.” Minjoo says, rather calmly. “Hm.. Hyewon..”

“Yes?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Why are you such a bitch?” She asked, her eyes slowly drifting out of focus.

“Minjoo and her damn repetitive questions!” Hyewon rolled her eyes. “Because this is who I am. Now it's my turn, Mr Boyfriend!”

“I’m not her boyfriend!” Taehyung groaned.

“I don’t care. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Kiss Minjoo.”

“What the fuck Hyewon! Why are you always like this all the time!” Taehyung groaned.

Hyewon shrugged, “do it!”

Taehyung sighed as he went toward Minjoo, Minjoo was looking at him, emotionless. He kissed Minjoo on the forehead, earning an angry yell from Hyewon.

“You didn’t say where!” Taehyung pulled out a tongue at her and she rolled her eyes.

“I choose.. hmm Jimin.” Taehyung says, “Truth or dare?”

“Hm dare.”

“I dare you to spell Y/N’s name with your butt.”

“Taehyung-ah that’s so embarrassing.” He kicked Taehyung’s knees.

“A dare is a dare”

Jimin complained but still getting up, he was pouting as he looked at me and said sorry. Then, he did it. He spelled my name with his butt. I laughed. It was so cute.

The games go on quite innocently, to my surprised until I turned to look at Minjoo who’s already on her third can of beer and she looked tipsy as fuck.

It’s Hyewon turns again and fuck. I don’t know why, I’m scared whenever it’s her turn. She always… ask us to do weird things.

“Minjoo.” She said as she smirked. Damn this would be it. Minjoo looked at her, still emotionless. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“You’re lame. Choose dare.”

“No.”

“Fucking choose dare!”

“Ugh whatever.” Minjoo massaged her temple.

“Choose any guys of your choice, and give them hickey.” She smiled. “Any guys.”

“Am I included too?” Jungkook asked and Hyewon rolled her eyes, “yeah fucker.” And Jungkook smiled.

“Any guy?” She looked at Hyewon and Hyewon nodded.

“Well, except Mr. Boyfriend.” Hyewon laughed. “That would be lame.”

Oh Lord, I haven’t even given Jimin my love bites yet please don’t choose Jimin.

“Just walked to him without saying anything and just attack his neck and suck.” Hyewon added, still laughing.

Minjoo started to roam her eyes, looking at each guy carefully, but still, emotionlessly.

“Fast Minjoo. Do it.”

She looked at Jungkook who’s already looking at her while smirking and then she frowned and turned away to look at Jimin who’s sitting beside me. He was not even looking at her. And then she turned to her front and saw Taehyung on the floor. He was just sitting there, pursing his lips and she tilted her head. Probably thinking of something.

“I said except not Mr. Boyfriend!” Hyewon hissed.

“Who’s Mr. Boyfriend?” Minjoo ask her back, still confused. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Kim Taehyung!” Jungkook answered for her, “Anyone except Kim Taehyung.”

“Oh.” she turned her head towards the end of the couch and saw Seokjin. He was looking at her, and she shifted her gaze towards his neck.

Minjoo's body then moved towards Seokjin and we all gasped. Seokjin blinks his eyes a few times and then she just- go to his neck, and peck a little before pulling away.

“A hickey Minjoo! Not touch it with your lips!” Hyewon groaned.

She pulled away, looking away from Seokjin who’s already red. “I- I don’t know how to do that..”

Taehyung went towards her as he tried to pull Minjoo away from Jin as well but Hyewon stopped him, “Leave her alone!” She yelled. “Minjoo, just fucking suck his neck until you taste blood.”

“What?!” she looked at Hyewon in disgust. “Wouldn’t it be hurt for him?”

“No, it won’t”

“I don’t want to taste blood.” She whined.

“Well, suck to be you.”

“Ugh” she groaned, as she turned back to Seokjin. He was just there, not moving. Minjoo moved closer again to his neck, slowly, and pulled out her tongue and kitten-licked one part of his neck, and that’s when he- uhh- he started to breath sharply. After a few licks, she went in and sucked his neck slowly, and then after a few moments, she suddenly got on Seokjin’s lap and grabbed his neck and shoulder. Seokjin’s breath was getting heavier that one might mistake it for a moan.

Minjoo was still, weirdly, on Seokjin’s neck when suddenly she was being pulled away by Taehyung. I guess she felt so mad at the loss of touch cause then she started to cry and struggled to escape from Taehyung’s arms.

“No! Let me go!” She cried and Taehyung hugged her, tightly, “enough Minjoo. You’re drunk. Let’s sleep.”

“No I want that! Let me go!”

“Minjoo! Let’s go!” He yelled as he dragged her to their shared bedroom, “You guys continue.” He said.

“Minjoo is so drunk.” Jungkook says as Taehyung dragged Minjoo away to their room.

“Well, not as drunk as she was before.” Hyewon shrugged and started to kiss Jungkook's neck. “You’re disappointed that she didn’t choose you, baby?”

Jungkook shrugged, “well, kinda. I mean, we all know I’m the hottest here.”

Jimin scoffed upon hearing what the maknae said, “obviously she didn’t think that.”

“Says the one who’s avoiding her cause you’re scared of your girlfriend.”

“Shut up, there's a difference between scared and love, okay?”

I pursed my lips, and almost blushing when I heard Jimin said the “love” word.

“Whatever. Hyewon, let’s go.” Jungkook grabbed Hyewon’s wrist, “I know what else can we do other than this stupid game.” He smirked.

And they walked away.

Seokjin stood up and grabbed his notes and guitar, “I’ll be at the porch.”

“Y/N, do you want to shower first?” Jimin asked me and I shook my head.

“You can take shower first, Jimin. I need to call my mum.” I said and he nodded.

“Y/N, you can shower now,” Jimin said as he entered our shared bathroom in a robe.

“O-okay.” I say, quickly ran out to the bathroom, leaving Jimin in a robe without looking back. Gosh he’s making me blushing, he’s so hot!

I was halfway showering when I realized I forgot my towel and underwear. I finishing shower and figured how the fuck would I reach to the bedroom without them.

I peek outside the bathroom, Jin is still outside, Jungkook and Hyewon in their room, same goes with Minjoo and Taehyung. Welp. Whatever I guess? I’ll just cover my body with my dirty clothes.

“So C-cold,” I managed to get out as I raced to the bedroom, stopping suddenly at the sight of Jimin, standing only in his briefs.

Jimin smiled as he spread open a giant towel. “Come here.”

I went to him gladly as he wrapped the towel around me, then grabbed another towel to put on my head. He moved me to the cushions he had spread out on the floor near the heater and couch.

“Oh my God, Jimin. I’m freezing.” I told him through huge shivers as he sat behind me and began rubbing my hair dry.

“Well.” He put his arms around me and leaned against me. “I’ll warm you up.”

I was amazed at the difference Jimin’s body heat made. He definitely warmed me up, but it took me another ten minutes before I could stop shaking long enough to properly dry myself. I then grabbed my fresh undercloth and went to the bathroom to put them on, quickly returning to the heater with a brush in my hand and began running it through my hair to try to make it dry. I gave up after half an hour. It was as dry as the humid air would allow.

I turned to see Jimin leaning against the sofa. He sat on the cushions he had taken from the sofa, spreading them out on the floor to mimic the size of a twin bed mattress. His eyes were on me as he sat inside a blanket, his only movement coming when he spread the blanket open in an invitation to join him. I went up to him after a moment of hesitation. I still felt cold. I reached over to him when he spread his legs, enabling me to sit between them, putting his arms on my stomach-clad T-shirt.

After a while, I don’t know how long we had been here, we both were relaxing and off into our own world when I suddenly felt the difference in the small of my back.

“What.. are you thinking about?” I asked him quietly.

“Guess.”

He pulled my back against him, and I felt his hardness plainly against my back. He moved his hands beneath the blanket, warming my skin as they sent tingles through the areas he touched. My legs were warming as his fingers moved flatly over their tops, making me bend my knees and bring them up to satisfy his reach. His fingers that moved toward the inside of my thighs sent tingles through me before moving on. Jimin’s left hand moved up, beneath my T-shirt as his right hand moved to the elastic band of my underwear.

My breathing was cut short as my senses peaked, waiting silently to see what he would do next. I didn’t wait long because then, his left hand moved over my breast, my left nipple tightening upon contact. His right hand went lower, fingers taking pleasure in the softness of my mound as his legs moved over mine, going around them and spreading them apart. I was exposed to him now and he was taking full advantage of it, knowing just where to touch me and coax me into sparkling sensations.

With my head back against his shoulder, my hands moved over Jimin’s legs and arms, the only part of him I could reach without changing my position. God! How could this one man change me so quickly and so completely from a thinking, functioning human to a creature that’s totally lost to sensation with a deep need to be satisfied.

“Y/N.. You’re so beautiful..” Jimin breathed softly against my cheek.

I turned my face toward him, allowing him to meet me in a first kiss that was deep and encompassing. Oh, he tastes so good, just how I always imagined it would be. His tongue was teasing me, excites me as it touched my lips and tongue as he pulled back slightly before resuming the deepness of our kiss again.

I noticed the change in his breathing, becoming as strained as mine. His left hand moved from my breast to my thigh. It was pulling me back against him as his other hand worked with me, pressing my writhing hips against him. I could feel him behind me, his burning flesh now against my flesh.

When he had lifted my shirt earlier, my wriggling had maneuvered his underwear lower. He was leaning forward with me now, his legs spreading further as he pressed against me. God, he was exciting me beyond belief. The only thing that my mind could grasp was that the extreme need to keep kissing Jimin in the highly erotic way he had begun.

I don’t even realize that I was arching back against him, again and again that spasms washed over me until I heard a sound. Was it possible that those noises were coming from me???

I was slow coming out of this one. My hands moved slowly over his arms until his hands met mine, entwining his fingers with mine until I became aware again. Jimin warmed me, prompting me to get to my knees to turn to him and then raise his knees as well behind me.

“Jimin?”

“Shh. It’s okay.” His arm came around my waist as he took off my shirt and his other arm caged around my torso. He leaned forward against me, lowering my face onto the cushions.

He pressed me against the cushions as his mouth met my shoulders. Curiousness made me remain still under his touch, not knowing just what to expect next. He moved my hair off my back to give him greater access to my shoulder and back before sliding his palm sensuously over my shoulder and down my side, then resting on my waist. His mouth gave my neck kisses, moving lower until his hand caressed my firm bottom. His lips brushed along my spine and across my sides, making me clutch onto the cushions in response to the softness of his lips and tongue. But when his hand moved lower between my legs tried to get inside of my pants, I stiffened and tried to get up.

“Jimin! What are you doing?!”

He stopped his downward movement, hesitating a moment as if indecisive, then changed position until he was lying next to me. His hand stayed where he was, making my stomach knot again, making me feel more alive with each bursting sensation. His fingers played me like his well-tuned instrument.

“I hope this means you’re ready.. because I am..,” Jimin whispered against my neck.

There was a low fierceness in his voice as he pulled off my pants and panties simultaneously, but when he moved to lie above me and spread my legs, I stiffened again under his touch and tried to get up.

“Jimin! No! Don’t!”

“Shh..” His hand stroked my hair as he kissed the side of my mouth.

“No- please, Jimin, don’t!”

“Y/N..” he moved slightly so he could look at me more closely. “Baby, I wouldn’t hurt you.” His voice tried to soothe me, but I didn’t want any part of what I thought he was about to do. I had heard stories in school, and the thought filled me with fright.

“Baby.. you’re twenty years old now.. How could you remain so naive? You’ve got to know more than you let on..”

“I’m only twenty years old, Jimin! I’m not like your other girlfriends! Forgive me for not being as accomplished as they were! But I have no desire to fuck around with people! I wanted to do it with someone I truly love!”

I probably shouldn’t have brought it up. I mean, I wouldn’t have if he didn’t mention my age and the fact that I’m a virgin like it was so bad to be one. The anger in his face sent a chill through me as he moved over me once more. I felt his hand moving beneath my waist, jerking me up until I hanged like a rag doll out of his hand. He took a cushion and shoved it under my belly, then pulled me on my knees.

“Don’t bother about my ex-girlfriends. I’ll just fuck you better, so you could satisfy my needs later on.”

I felt his cock throbbing under me as I tried to dive away, but he was quick to lean over me and wrap his arm around my waist. His other arm also came around me, but his hands moved in different directions. One was cupping my breast and the other moved down to below my stomach.

“Jimin! Don’t!” I growled through clenched teeth.

“Don’t fight me, Y/N! Jesus Christ, did I ever hurt you before?!”

He held me against him, front to back as we both were on our knees. My breathing ragged from trying to escape. His mouth came down on my neck, gently kissing the sensitive area of my shoulder as his left hand caressed my breast, making me relax slightly.

Jimin’s fingers slowly reached the softness below, moving lower to make me need him again as much as he needed me, continuing until I was pressed back against his chest and moved my hand over my shoulder to feel his face. At this point, I was beginning not to care how he took me as long as it would be complete. The intensity of his cock riding up between my thighs, sliding between them, was driving me nearly mad. My hips were moving under the guidance of his hand, making my own hands move to his hips and thighs as Jimin continued to send me to a point near fainting.

“Do something!” I was trying to say it in an irritated command, but it came out in a velvety moan.

“Is that an order?” His voice was very low and husky as he breathed into my ear.

“Please..”

Jimin didn’t hesitate. He slowly stood up, picked me up and gently laid me down on bed. I was mildly aware of his hands on my calves as he spread me open and I was so scared. I could feel my heart beating like crazy, I’m pretty sure I’d die.

Jimin spread my legs wider and guided himself toward my already moist entrance. I was expecting it to be a painful and shameful experience, but surprisingly there wasn’t any pain as he filled his cock inside me, slowly, sending a deep moan from me. It wasn’t what I had expected at all.

“Do you want me to stop? Am I hurting you?” His question brought another deep moan from me.

His hand cupped my chin and he kissed me with combined tenderness and passion as he let out a low groan and began to move back and forth in gentle thrust that soon became more and more urgent.

“Jimin..” I whispered, straining against him.

“Y/N..” his voice broke as he quickened his pace, gathering me even more tightly against him. I started to feel something on my stomach when suddenly Jimin decided to pull his cock all the way out. My body constantly changed its mind and I feel empty and aching, which was very confusing to me.

“Jimin..” I whined. Unable to say anything but weirdly, Jimin understood, and pushed his cock inside me again, this time, fully, all in one stroke.

Nothing had ever felt this good.

Nothing.

The moan that came out of my mouth matched with his as he began moving inside me. I tried to remain still but then I lost myself and rolled my hips. Jimin said in a tortured voice, “Yes baby.. grind on me- fuck, Y/N! You feel so good.”

I fell back and adjusted my legs, trying to find a place to put them. Everything about him was big, even his hips and I was unsure of myself. Jimin seemed to understand my thoughts and lowered himself over my body, resting his weight on the forearm that pressed into the mattress on either side of my head. Then he hooked one of my legs around his waist and pushed deeper into me.

“Oooh oh oh!”

“Too much?”

I wrapped my other leg around him in answer.

“Dig your heels into my bottom” he commanded roughly. I did and it opened my legs wider and it changed the angle again.

“Yes!” I cried out with more enthusiasm than intended. “Jimin!”

He chuckled in response, and I felt so happy, I laughed too, breathless. Jimin’s mouth found mine and I accepted it, greedily kissing him back as he rocked into me steadily. A lock of dark, damp hair brushed across my face as he dipped his head to my neck, sucking and kissing. His shoulders bunched. I ran my hands through his chest, then skimmed around his sides, feeling every taut muscle in his torso, tight and hard and shifting beneath my exploring fingers as he moved.

I accidentally made strange noises but Jimin felt so good, I couldn’t make myself care anymore.

“Y/N, my God.” He whispered against my ear. “You feel like heaven. So perfect. Even better than I imagined.”

My pleasure was honed by his words, abruptly quickening. The slick muscles at my center wanted to clench and bear down on him, but he was too big for me. I cried out in frustration, feeling the urgency of what was coming, almost frightened by it. It was gathering within me with alarming speed.

The last time when Hyewon brought me to orgasm with a fucking vibrator, that was one thing. This was wholly different. Park Jimin was inside me. Sharing the same pleasure. Filling me. Surrounding me. I was humbled by the intensity of emotions that bloomed at the horizon and raced my thundering heart.

“God damn.” Jimin cursed appreciatively as my center tried to clench around him again.

“Jimin, oh my God. Please don’t stop!”

“I won’t, I won’t,” he said, pumping his hips with urgency. “Come for me, baby.”

I grasped his solid shoulders, slick with sweat. My breath caught as I tightened around him for a final time. Euphoric spasms pulsed through my center, bringing wave after wave of astonishing pleasure. I was shook. I whimpered and just when I began to fall back down to the Earth, Jimin pounded into me a handful of times with such intense strength, I opened my eyes to watch him.

Mouth slack and wide, he bucked, squinted his eyes closed, and bellowed out an extended cry that reverberated through me as he shuddered in my arms like a great, divine beast taken down by a single bullet.

Jimin then rolled to his side, taking me with him, and I heard his heartbeat pound in time with mine, slowing and heavy, I felt an unyielding sense of brutal possession and fuck. I am so fucking in love with Park Jimin. How could I have doubted him? I should have known that I was safe with him, that he wouldn’t hurt me. Jimin’s eyes were closed and his breath still irregular, but his hand moved until it found mine, gently grasping it.

“I told you I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Yes. You did.”

“And you didn’t believe me.”

“I didn’t-“

“You didn’t know.” He chuckled and it warmed me.

“Jimin..”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you..”

“No, baby.. thank you..” he kissed my forehead as he pulled me closer to his embrace. “Now let’s sleep.”

#park jimin #jimin #btsjimin #bts #jimin fluff #jimin smut #jimin fanfic #bts fanfic #bts smut #jimin au #bts au #bts fluff

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this-do-be-therapeutic · 4 years

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Fall

Sebastian Stan x Reader

A bunch of fluff that will hopefully make you smile.

Warning: Seb is so good???????????????????

A/N: Just like my last one, this both felt super long and super rushed at the same time???? IDEK anymore, man. I hope you enjoy.

If you have any writing tips (like not writing all of your fan fictions at 1 in the morning), I’m open to any and all of them!!!

People love Fall for many reasons. The pretty leaves changing colors, the weather getting cooler letting everyone get ready for hot chocolate and cuddling, Thanksgiving, even the leaves when they fall and get to the satisfying crunchy state. However, that was also the worst part of fall, the leaves falling. I always spent over an hour raking up the leaves that fell from my huge maple tree in my huge yard and the two other trees in my yard, it was so much work, every single year.

And that’s exactly where I am right now, raking up the leaves for my parents because they’re both old and always working. My mom recently got kidney stones take out, so it’s understandable that she wouldn’t want to be dealing with these. My dad was always busy working in his store that he owned with a partner and my brother. Why my parents couldn’t ask one of the other boys to do it, I’m not sure, but whatever.

I’m raking up the leaves, with my rake, like every normal person does, when I hear a loud whirring noise. Like someone running a motor, and the sound of leaves rustling after it.

Okay, so someone is cleaning off their sidewalk with a leaf blower, fantastic. I’m glad people care about others walking on the sidewalk.

I turn to glance at the good samaritan and am shocked at what I see. Not only is that man absolutely stunning in his leather jacket, short brown hair that looks way too soft to be real falling in his eyes, his perfect muscular build that is oh so tasty, but he’s not using the leaf blower to clean the sidewalk. Oh no, he’s using it in his freaking yard?! Who on earth does that? That is not morally okay. I take back everything I said about his stunning body.

Okay, fine, it’s not the worst idea. In fact it’s kind of genius, sort of. But you’d think with a body like his, he’d be fine doing a little work, and I definitely would not mind him doing it. But it’s also kind of dumb. First of all, you can’t really aim with a leaf blower, it’s just air, so it goes everywhere, often times making an even bigger mess than you started with. And it doesn’t make satisfying piles that everyone loves to jump in even when it’s not the leaf pile they made in their own yard and it makes a huge mess for the owner of whoever’s house it is has to clean up and it’s so rude and frustrating and freaking trespassing and GET OUT OF MY YARD, YOU CHILDREN.

Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

I continue to stare at him doing that for a few more minutes, torn between swooning and going over to chop off his head (and maybe keeping it in the freezer with some sunglasses, kinda like Medusa, ya know? Because I’m sure his gaze is just so darn captivating I would freeze up the moment he looks at me, wink wink) when he glances up at me. He turns off his darn leaf blower and sends me a shining smile while walking over to my parents’ yard. And let me say this right now, he gets more and more attractive the closer he gets, HOT DANG.

“Hi neighbor. Couldn’t help but notice you checking my girl out. She’s pretty, right?” Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my gosh his voice is breathtaking. But who is he talking about? Is this his way of telling me to stop looking at him because he’s off the market without actually having a female around??????

“She? What are you talking about?”

He smiles even wider, as if excited to show me this girl. He lift his leaf blower, using his head to gesture at it a little. “Her name is Ethel. She works real hard and well. Had her for about 5 years now.” First off, that’s a gross name (A/N, I am so sorry if your name is Ethel, I asked my friend for a name and he came up with that and the reader had to think it was gross, love you!), and second, what?

“You... You named your leaf blower?”

“Of course, who doesn’t?”

“Any person with any sort of common sense????”

“I don’t see a problem with it. People name their cars. Anyway, my name is Sebastian Stan.” At least his name isn’t terrible. I kinda like it, actually.

“Huh, well good for you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some work to do.” I gesture to the yard and my rake before I begin again, the sound of the leaves getting crushed and moved loud and hopefully ending the conversation.

“Wait, what’s your name?” And he didn’t leave.

“Doesn’t matter, you won’t be seeing me again anytime soon. I don’t live here, and I only come when my parents ask me to.” And that’s when it starts to rain. “Freaking hormonal weather...” I curse the rain because it means I can’t finish my work today.

“Shoot, I should get home, get Ethel in a warm dry place, she gets a little finicky when she’s wet.” He smiles again before walking away.

I sigh and sit on my parents’ porch. I took a cab here, neither of my parents are home so the door’s locked, I don’t have a key, and I can’t call a cab because of course my phone decided to die a little after I started raking. So I just sit there, watching the rain pour down on the pile of leaves I had managed to make.

A few minutes of sitting there by myself and Sebastian comes jogging into my yard with an umbrella. “Locked out?” he asks, as if it’s not obvious.

I roll my eyes and respond, “No, I just love sitting in the freezing cold rain without a jacket watching my hard work get ruined.”

He chuckles a little before walking up to me, offering his hand. “Come to my place. It’s warm and unlocked right now. I also make a mean cup of hot chocolate.”

“Tempting, but how do I know you’re not just luring me into your house so you can murder me?” I glance at his hand. It looks rough and calloused. Probably from lifting weights. Those metal bars aren’t exactly easy on the skin.

“Come on, would I do that? With a face like this?” His smile is literally blinding me.

“Yes.”

He sighs, his smile falling a little, making me sad. “Come on, at least if I’m a murderer you’ll die comfortably and not out in this ice cold rain.”

I nod a little. “I guess you’re right.” I reach up and take his hand, his smile back to its original brightness as he pulls me up.

“So, do I get to know your name yet?” He wraps his incredibly warm arm over my shoulder so I fit under the umbrella with him.

“Not until I’m certain you won’t kill me.” He laughs again and squeezes my shoulders gently in amusement as he leads us back to his house. My hand flies to his chest in that action and I can feel his well defined pectorals, taunting me because I can’t see them.

“I guess I’ll just have to come up with a name on my own. How about... Jessica?”

“Oh gosh, can we end this nonsense right now? I don’t want you calling me any actual names.”

“But you look like a Jessica to me.” I shoot him a glare right as he looks at me. “Fine fine, how about Princess?”

“You’re killing me, Sebastian.”

“I think it fits you.” He squeezes me again as we get to his door.

“And how do you figure that?” He pulls his arms from around me, causing me o shiver from the cold reaching where I was used to his warmth.

“So far you have been nothing but a royal pain.” He opens the door before closing his umbrella and shaking the water.

“Wow, thank you so much. That means a lot to me.” Sebastian looks back at me and we both just stand there, looking at each other, his face no longer having his beautiful smile. Instead, he looks thoughtful and serious.

“That’s exactly why I said it. I couldn’t possibly risk upsetting the princess.” He continues with a straight face for just a few more moments before bursting out laughing and telling me to go inside with his arm. “Please, come inside. Ladies first.”

I scoff, just thinking ‘That’s what she said’ as I walk in. When I first walk in I see the living room. A love seat against one wall across the TV on top of a little dresser thing, most likely full of movies, consoles, games, all the works a stereotypical man would have. Between the TV and couch is a coffee table, a vase of yellow roses in the middle of it. In the corners of the room are lamps and other plants.

“Please, have a seat. I’ll bring you something to drink.” He shuts the door and heads into what I can only assume is the kitchen. I take a seat on the couch, enjoying the softness on my bum.

Sebastian comes back around 5-10 minutes later with 2 cups of a steamy beverage. He takes a seat next to me and hands me one. Hot chocolate, I soon realize. “Thank you, Sebastian.” He nods silently, watching my reaction as I blow on it before taking a small sip. At first, all I can feel is it burning across my tongue and down my throat, but the after taste is magical. It straight up tastes like caramel Lindor chocolate truffles. “Holy heck, that is amazing!”

He sets his own cup down with a smile. “I’m glad you like it. My mom taught me the recipe. She is a magical woman. She would have liked you.”

“Oh? How come she isn’t around to like me?”

“She lives in Romania.”

“Romania? Is that where you’re from?” He nods, his hair that had been tucked away falling back into his face. My hand shoots up to tuck it away so I can see his beautiful eyes better. “Do you miss being there?”

“Of course. My family is there, and many of my old friends.”

“How come you moved here, if you liked it so much?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just felt a pull to move across the globe. Maybe it was your soul telling mine it missed me.” He smiles sheepishly and looks down.

“Do you really believe that stuff?” He nods again. “That is so disgustingly cute.” I smile when he looks up again.

“You have a beautiful smile, you know that?”

‘No, not many people tell me that. I guess I don’t do it that often.” I lean my head against the back of his couch. “Not many people try so hard to get me to smile.”

“Well then it is their loss. Your smile is breathtaking. Thank you for blessing me with your smile, Princess.”

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“Y/N, that’s my name.” He hums softly.

“I think Princess fits you better.”

#Sebastian Stan #sebastian stan x reader #Sebastian Stan Fluff #Sebastian Stan x Female Reader #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes x Female Reader #Bucky Barnes Fluff

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lunebinnie · 5 years

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(1/14)I am so sorry for taking so long! (I also had to spend a lot of time studying this week bc I had my first exam for my Anatomy Lab on Wednesday... And then we had our first exam for *Lecture* Thursday (which also was the day I had a bunch of powerpoints due for my very intimidating adviser...) and then I had to substitute teach all day Friday (and then I meant to respond sooner but I got so busy 😭) so yeah I completely understand about school getting in the way no worries abt it!)

And also sleeping in on a day off when you’ve been busy studying lately is completely valid hon 👌 I hope that your midterms go well and that you’re able to stay healthy and take care of yourself in the midst of preparing! (not that you wouldn’t, I just have a bad habit of neglecting things like healthy sleeping and eating habits when I get caught up studying, so hopefully you’re not like me in that way) And yeah me too! I mean on the one hand I understand *why* they have that limit

3)If u could just send as many as u want there would be so much more spam and ppl would definitely abuse that. But also?? Um? I have a chronic condition called ‘Can'tShuttheFuckUp-itis’? 🤷 This policy is so discriminatory towards people like me who suffer from this crippling condition! I feel oppressed honestly 🙄 tumblr rlly has something against ppl just trying to get to know each other huh? Lol, but at least now we know why it eats them I’ll be sure to try to prevent that in the future

4)And oh my gosh that’s so cool! I’m super jealous!! 😮 lol. I wish they hosted kpop nights at my local bar! 😭😭 But no, I’m here at my little state college in a little 2 mi2 town just under pop 5500 (and idek if that’s before or after counting college students) in the middle of the 'farm zone’ of my state. All we get is country night @Riley’s 😩 RIP. But ya I wish I had more ppl around me who were into kpop! So far I’ve only met 3 ppl who listen to it. One was that roommate I told you about

5)One is just a casual listener who isn’t really into 3rd gen groups and mostly just listens to Girl’s Generation but that’s valid, and one isn’t even rlly a fan of any groups in particular, she just puts the kpop station on when she studies bc she says she needs music but if it’s in English she gets distracted, lol And omg that is insane! $500?? And 5 copies of the same album? 😲 (Says the girl who’s been a Monbebe for a hot 2 months and has already bought three (3??) Monsta X T-shirts… 😂

6)in my defense tho one of them was only $10 bc it was Black Friday? And u can’t blame me, Hot Topic is my krypotonite lmao) but yeah I already feel guilty about spending 30+ dollars on one copy of an album (thx international shipping) That’s so wild. And yeah I don’t get why ppl feel the need go out of their way just to insult other ppl’s music taste. I’m also pretty self conscious abt sharing my music taste and obviously the way everyone around me talks abt kpop has made me even moreso now 🙃

7) I haven’t gotten into too many groups yet bc I’m trying to go slowly and focus on getting into one group at a time but I do have a long list of groups I plan on getting into eventually! NU'EST is one that I’ve heard some of their songs on my Spotify based on my listening history and they’re on the list haha 😂 And omg I feel really similarly about Got7! I tried to get into them after I got into Monsta X and right before I got into Astro and although I did really like some of their songs

8)I haven’t really been able to get into their music as much as MX and Astro’s yet. I do think they seem like a really fun group in terms of personality though. As for the comeback I know right?? I mean I know a lot of ppl were freaking out abt the comeback being a 'sexy’ and how it wasn’t gonna be the same cute Astro we all love anymore. But they filled the MV with flowers and glitter and still managed to make it sexy as fuck! This album has a very different vibe but it still felt like them

9) They managed to pull off a more mature and sexy concept while still staying true to themselves and I’m so here for it! I don’t know if I could really pick a favorite era because I love them all! I mean Spring Up was an excellent era and every era since then has been great. They really don’t know how to have any bad concepts or make any bad songs huh? Lol. Since I’m still pretty new I really love the title tracks since I’ve heard them the most. (I have listened to their full discography

10)But I haven’t listened to their Bsides enough to pick out my favorites from those) I also really love Again though! The first time I saw the dance practice I was super into it and then I looked up the lyrics and was like 'this is supposed to be sad/regretful song it has no reason to be this much of a BOP?!’ 😂 I have such a hard time picking favorites though. Since All Light is new though I actually have listened to it enough times to pick some 'non-title song favorites’ from there haha

11) Other than All Night (which is great, obvi) I also really like Starry Sky, Moonwalk and Role Play 😂 and Bloom is so pretty oh my god! 😭😭 the album is great and has no bad songs but those are the ones I particularly like. I feel u about the dances honestly. I think that’s actually what drew me to kpop initially. I mean I like listening to the songs ofc but it wasn’t until after I actually watched an MV/saw the choreography that I actually was like… Oh shit I’m gonna have to be a fan now

12) It was the visual aspect that really made me want to be a kpop fan bc I haven’t really seen that level of performance with any western music. Which isn’t to say I think all western music is bad but I think it’s really impressive to watch kpop groups singing and also doing really impressive choreography and performing at the same time. Plus that’s the part I can show my family and say 'even if you don’t like the music because of the language barrier you have to admit they’re talented dancers’

13)And yes! With Astro especially I think the dance practices rlly succinctly capture the reason why I love them so much. They are *super* talented but they also have such great chemistry and u can rlly tell that they just love each other and have so much fun together! I love a family of six hardworking dorks! 🤧💗 lol. And yeah it’s too bad that neither of are able to see them this cb ☹️ (I also did the 'hypothetically…’ research but it wouldn’t have worked out 😒) I hope you’re right though!

14)Hopefully the success of this comeback is the catalyst to Astro getting more of the attention they deserve and there will be many more opportunities to see them in the future! (Although it is too bad we won’t be able to see live performances from this cb, since it’s so pretty 😭 tho with their track record I’m sure future cb’s will be just as good lol) But what about you? Do you have any favorite songs from this cb in particular? Talk again soon! (I’ll try 2 b better @ responding 😭) -AHA

FUCKKK okay so after like a million years of midterms + 2 days straight of sleeping ya girl is BACK to answer these asks after getting through the hurdle of copying and pasting and italicizing 14 asks onto one response on my phone. Did I perhaps fail at least 3 of my midterms? Quite probably. Do I have the energy to care atm? No. Did I need to get away from everything and fly to Boston to visit my friend for reading week? Yes.

How did all your exams go? That sounds crazy though! I hope you got through everything ok!

Tbh I have the same unhealthy habits too, I essentially became nocturnal and lived on like one meal a day + snacks and coffee 😭 fr, I would be writing my midterm from 11:30-1:30, go home to eat, sleep from 4-7pm, then wake up to study all night for the next one, and repeat,,,,, I’m like an actual mess tbh

Honestly as much as I’ve enjoyed the Aroha secret admirer thing (it was sooo nice getting to meet new people) rn I’m just so glad that post-reveal we don’t have to deal with tumblr ask limits and writing entire essay responses all in one go.

Honestly 3 shirts isn’t even THAT bad especially if they weren’t all like ordered from overseas so they wouldn’t have been that expensive. When I went to the Myeongdong underground shopping centre I went craaaazy with Kpop merch despite stanning (at that point, pretty much only) BTS for a whole 3 weeks, so I ended up coming back with 2 albums, a bunch of stickers, a photocard pack (also bonus: got an Astro one too) and like a BUNCH of bt21 stuff. Speaking of, my All Light album finally came in!! I ended up getting a Moonbin, MJ, Jinjin, and Sanha photocard plus the a Rocky lyric booklet and ik I basically got THE best set for someone who loves all of them w my whole heart 😩✊ but I’m still sad I didn’t get any Eunwoo cards since he was my first Astro bias 😭 it’s soooooo pretty I love it sm and like lowkey I’ll probably end up buying more of their albums anyway oopsss

Speaking of Monsta X btw, I heard their new song and I thought it was really good! What did you think of it?

Regarding favourite songs, I swear my moods change so much, so it’s pretty common for me to not love a song at first and sort of rediscover it months later, and tbh that’s kind of what happened with Innocent Love, Baby, and Again. In this album though, I’d say my favourite Bsides are probably be Bloom, 1 in a Million, and Heart Brew Love.

And I toootally agree with the performance aspect of kpop being the thing to attract me it, even before I got really into it I’d sometime like to watch dance practices (and lowkey even learned a bunch of choreos a with my friend last term just bc we had access to a frequently empty dance studio). It’s just super impressive to see people singing and dancing at the same time mostly live, and for the same reasons I’m also super into musicals as well, which isn’t so say I think like lip syncing or just dancing/singing is bad, it’s just refreshing to see it done all at once, you know?

Also side story it turns out that I actually DO know another Astro fan irl!! Her older sister (who I’m closer to bc we’re closer in age) is the one who bought the million got7 albums. Even though she’s been a fan of Astro since before debut, her sister doesn’t even know she listens to kpop since she was afraid of getting roasted at first, but now she’s in too deep to say anything. I’d mentioned liking Astro to her before, but she didn’t say anything bc she didn’t want to expose herself in front of her sister but on Friday I saw her while her sister was out and she was like “oh btw here’s a secret I went to the Toronto fanmeet last year but my sister doesn’t know” I was SHOOK but tbh I’m just super glad now to have someone to talk about it and go to concerts with (I’m banking on the fact that they’re coming back)

Anyway, THANK YOU SO MUCH for waiting 2747287482 million years for my response, and it was so great to finally (officially) meet you Kjersten!

@kaptain-k-pop

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cupcakesquid · 7 years

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Drunk in the morning (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Drunk in the morning by Lukas Graham (Lyrics)

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk people

a/n: i love this song so much sooooooo.. also ty @rougeunknown por helping meh understand drunk, because the only experience i’ve had with drunk people was in this hotel at like one in the morning where i had to go to the lobby and there were a bunch of drunk people shouting and it absolutely terrified meh so.. also idek but it may be just the slightest fluffy also @maiamiii

‘are you still awake?’

You stared at the text message you received from Dick. It has been about a week since you last talked and that was quite a long time considering that he was a close friend. All you knew about him was that he was out with Jason since Jay texted you. The real mystery here though was what prompted him to text you in the wee hours of the morning? You shook your head and placed your phone back on the nightstand and laid your head on a pillow. You shut your eyes peacefully.You assumed you were still dreaming or something. It was a strange occurrence, but not as strange as him going out with Jason to grab a drink. Being his best friend was quite a handful, but knowing that he was out drinking with Jason worried you about his safety.

Suddenly it clicked in your mind that he was probably drunk. You quickly grabbed your phone again to see another message.

‘awake enough for me to see you?’

Okay, you couldn't tell if he was lonely or needed a ride home. It was very hard to tell through text. You typed up a response ad sent.

‘Dick, are you drunk? and what's up? You haven't talked to me for days.’

You got a response almost instantly.

‘please just listen, i know it's late but better never than late, right?’

He was definitely drunk and pretty clueless. You wondered how he could even text properly. You figured you had to pick him up before things get out of hand.

‘what the fuck are you going on about? I’m coming to pick you up, where are you?’

You got up and walked over to your closet looking for a jacket. You found a leather jacket and wore it. You went back over to your nightstand grabbing your bag. You were about to walk out the door when your phone vibrated quite violently in your hand. You answered it and held it close to your ear.

“Dick, where are you?” You asked seriously concerned.

“It’s 5 right? Uhm. Who am I calling?” He giggled happily like a child.

“Dick, it's (y/n). Now where the fuck are you?” You slightly yelled getting irritated.“Woahhh, don't get mad lady. Oh wait you're (y/n). Hah.” He continued laughing with his voice sounding very tired.

“I’ll come over, girl. We haven't seen each other for a while. You might be lonely.” He responded ending the call. You groaned and dialed Jason. He answered and you were about to let out some anger.

“Jason, where the fuck is dick and what the hell did he drink?” You spat out.

“I’m working on it, okay?” He said sounding apologetic. You could hear the concern in his voice too so you took a deep breath before speaking again.

“I’m sorry. What do you mean you're working on it?” You asked less furiously.

“We were walking to his apartment when he just ran away.” Jason explained. Your eyes widened.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You mumbled pacing around.

“How did you know by the way?” He asked. “He just called and said he was coming over.” You massaged your forehead and sat on the couch.

“okay, he’ll probably be there in a few. Just wait for me when he gets there.” and with that he hung up. You thought you should prepare for the mess to be here so you went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. You were sure that dick handled his drink well, but you were obviously wrong. You also prepared some pancakes, because you were hungry too.

After you were done with your preparation, a knock came from the door perfectly timed. You opened it to see the drunk wing.

“you’re so beautiful.” He slurred.

You rolled your eyes. You helped get inside and closed the door. You were able to sit him down and drink some water. “So how'd you manage to get to my apartment?” You asked genuinely wondering how he did.

“there was this unicorn.” He hiccupped.

“Really now?” You laughed. You were mad as hell, but drunk dick was actually quite cute and precious. “Yep, but that doesn't matter.” He placed an arm over shoulder and was barely hanging.

“Will you go on a date with me?” He asked as you looked into his drunk eyes. You decided to amuse him and play along. “Will the unicorn be there?” You asked. “Of course.” He replied laying his head on your thigh, looking up at you. He was so cute. You could not help, but play around with him. He was so clueless and carefree.

“Then I gladly accept.” You said poking his nose. His eyes lit up like child’s eyes would on Christmas and he had the widest smile in the world. It was refreshing to see his smile after a long period of not seeing each other. You wished you could just kiss his adorable face, but you knew it would cause some controversy. The problem with your thought was that it was not just yours; it was also his. He sat up straight and started caressing your cheek.

“Dick, what ar-”

He suddenly brushed his lips against yours and the rest just happened instinctively. You slowly accepted it and you were in an extremely heated moment. You tasted the alcohol on his lips, but he smelled like the sweetest of candies. He started to tug the hem of your shirt and you quickly pulled away. That reminded that he was drunk. He was drunk in lust, love, and so much more. This was nothing, but a mere dream.

“Dick, you're drunk.” You sighed sadly and looked down.

“No I’m not.” He slurred once again proving himself wrong.

“Just keep telling yourself that.” You laughed yourself. He just frowned sadly.

“to prove I’m not drunk, I’ll ask you out again tomorrow I swear. I’ll even note write.” He hiccupped. You decided to be happy again and just entertain. There was no use in making him miserable “yeah, sure.” You slowly smiled again.

Jason knocked on the door repeatedly until you came to answer it.

“he’s over there.” You said pointing at the couch. Jay quickly walked over and helped dick get up. “I’ll see ya tomorrow, (y/n).” He garbled flirtatiously as Jason rolled his eyes.

“Thanks so much. I owe you one.” He helped Dick out the door. You just smiled in response with your sweet smile. You figured dick wouldn’t remember any of this which was sorta a tragedy, but it was fun while it lasted. In a matter of moments you were left in silence, alone in your apartment like the beginning. You went into your bedroom with your phone in hand. You plopped onto your bed laying down comfortably. You sent a text to dick which read ‘have a good morning dork.’ and placed it on the nightstand. You closed your eyes and slowly fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up late, but you didn’t wake up on your own terms. You were awoken by the banging of your door. You lazily stood up from your bed and made your way to the banging door. You were still half asleep and very grumpy at whoever the fuck thought they could wake you up from your enchanting sleep. You opened it to see a hungover, yet quite happy grayson. He hugged you and you just breathed in response. He let go and looked at you realizing he interrupted something.

“Uhm. sorry. I just had to talk to you now.” He said apologetically. You nodded in response letting him continue.

“Uhm there was this note in my phone, that told me to ask you out..” He started which caused you to widen your eyes. He actually did it. You were just terrified of what possible words could come out of his mouth next. You didn’t know what was going on; you were just having a nice siesta until this dork came along and talked about something that could potentially change both of your lives.

“What did I do last night?” He asked.

“Well, to be precise it was 4 in the morning and you may or may not have asked me out.” You trailed off. He just froze up and nodded his head the same way you did to let him know he could continue.

“And well i said yes, of course. There was going to be unicorn according to your drunken state.” You laughed and let out a smile chuckle. “Then we kissed..” You finished looking up giggling in a pathetic way. Dick looked at you sadly knowing that your laugh was not a happy one. “And i told you that you were drunk and that wasn’t actually how you felt and-”

“It is how I feel.”

A long silence filled the space between both of you and him. He then took the liberty of kissing you again, but this time is was truly sincere and genuine. You really felt the emotions he was trying to get to you that morning. You didn’t believe it before, but now you were very sure of it.

He did love you.

After a few more moments, he pulled away. You both felt like the happiest lovers on the planet, because both your troubles have ended. Dick leaned on the door frame ‘seductively’ for laughs and asked

“So, about that date?”

#dick Grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #richard grayson #richard grayson x reader #richard grayson imagine #reader #x reader #imagine #drunk in the morning #drunk in the morning by lukas graham #fluff #drunk

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metallikca · 7 years

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If I could only remember my name

Characters: Amnesia!Sam(Doesn’t know of Rowena), Human!Meg, Human!Castiel, Rowena, Mention of Dean, (Possibly Crowley in later chapters if I keep this going,)

Genre: Angst?,

Ships: Megstiel,

A/N: Idek what I’m doing here, I just felt like writing more, and I wanted to write about the Megstiel ship, but with them both as humans. In this Rowena is the one who killed Dean, but Sam doesn’t remember anything about Rowena, so he doesn’t know much until the last part of this chapter(? if it can be called that....) about Rowena.

‘Castiel? Please Cas! Wake up!’

A deep whisper came through the mind of the comatose former Angel, like a breath of fresh air.

‘C'mon, Clarence, wake up. It seems stupid, but we do need you, you dumb angel! Get your ass out of your head and open your damn eyes!’

A scream broke the silence in his head, and he realizes he'd sat up. He notices Meg beside him, looking quite startled. Sam was there too, but Dean is nowhere to be seen. Cas is used to not having Dean around by now, but he still seems to expect Dean to be there whenever he wakes up. Dean has been dead for almost a year, they lost him long before he was dead though.

A memory flashes through his mind as he remembers his friend, before he gave into the mark of Cain. Cas and Dean are standing beside Baby, right after Cas becomes human for the second time. Dean hands him a beer, freshly opened, and Cas takes a tentative sip. Gagging, he spits the beer out and runs to the car to find something different to drink, sputtering he grabs one of Sam's smoothies and takes a long drink. But he soon realizes that's entirely worse, and he makes a horrible face at the cup with the tri-coloured straw sticking up from the top.

'What is this made out of?'

'Greens and death. It's Sam's.'

'Are you sure?'

'well it could be made of poison, too. Sure tastes like it.'

'Why don't you have any water, Dean?'

'I dunno, we just never get any. ‘

'That's not healthy. '

'Beer is my water. '

'Beer won't hydrate you, Dean. ' 'So?'

The image fades slowly and Cas returns to the present time, he looks around and sees Meg right beside him, she quickly releases his hand as he looks down at her, confusion crossing his normally blank face. And then realization, as he looks into her eyes. She needs him here, She does. Not Sam, though he will say he does any time he is asked, but it is Meg that was begging him to come back this whole time. Meg who prayed every night to a God who had forsaken her as a Demon, though she, too, was human now. They had purified her, about 3 months after Dean's death, they purified her. Though it would seem her sarcasm and witty quips were a part of her human personality, too.

'Meg?'

'Yea, Clarence?'

'What are you doing here?'

'Oh nothing, just bugging your ginormous friend here,' She points to Sam and he glares at her for calling him ginormous.

'be serious.'

'I can't be Sirius, I'm not in Harry Potter. And anyway, who would want to be Sirius? he dies.' the side of her mouth tilts upward as she looks at the disheveled former angel,

'what?' Cas looks at Sam for answers.

'I love how you look when you're confused.' Meg smiles at the man in front of her, baffled that she feels this affection towards him.

'It's a book reference, Cas,' Sam adds, 'So what were you doing before you were put in a coma? we got a call from the hospital about a week ago, and When we got here, sure as they'd said, you were out. We've been here for about four and a half days now.'

'oh...um..'

'Clarence.....' Meg's face turns steely, and Cas relents.

'I was...' Cas tries to swallow the lump in his throat, '...hunting,'

'Goddamn it Castiel!' Meg exclaims, 'what the fuck? do you have a death wish? we don't hunt alone!'

'..we?' Cas' eyes turn to Sam, 'You two... hunt together?'

'Sometimes. Never demons.' Meg answers, shifting uncomfortably in her seat, looking at a silent Sam, who is leaning by the door with his arms crossed, the slightest of smirks on his face.

'Let's get him out of here, Meg.' Sam opens the door and ushers Meg through,

'We're going to go sign you out, Cas, then we'll be back.'

'Do you think he's okay?' the words came out like a whisper, 'he looks like shit.'

'I think, if he's brought back home, and has some time to heal, that he will be okay.' Sam's voice is soft, comforting. 'Don't worry too much, Meggie, he's been through worse.'

'Don't call me that.'

Sam chuckles, 'Don't call me ginormous, then.'

'hmmph. fine.' Meg smiles slightly to herself,

'Hi ma'am. our friend is awake, and we'd like to check him out of here.'

'I'm sorry, but we'll have to do an evaluation before he can leave.' the redheaded woman smiles at the two unlikely friends, and fondles the hex bag in the pocket of her doctor's coat.

'Let's go and see what we can see, and then I'll be able to tell you if your friend needs to stay here longer or not.' The woman smirks as she leads the way back to Cas' room.

The door is opened, and Cas is standing by the window, looking out into the street.

'Cas, the doctor is here to evaluate you,' Sam starts to explain,

'What the hell is she doing here???' Cas exclaims, backing away from the Witch in front of him. 'have you two gone crazy? Why would you bring her here?'

'Who? Dr. Fergus? Why do you care which doctor we brought, Clarence?' Meg asks, concern crossing her face.

'That is no doctor, Meg,' Cas glares at the woman, the woman who helped cause the death of his best friend. 'that's a monster.'

'Well, I've heard worse, but that still hurts, Castiel.' The doctor's smile faded. 'then again, I suppose I've earned the term.'

The woman snaps her fingers, and Meg suddenly flies through the air to the opposite wall away from Cas and Sam. 'Now, darlings, you might want to be careful what you say to me, or,' she squeezes Meg, who is now pinned against the wall, and the girl begins to choke, gasping for air as her lungs are contracted.

'NO! Stop Dr. Fergus! What are you doing?' Sam yells, uncertain about just who this woman is.

Sam rushes towards her, only to be blown back by Rowena's magic. He hits a wall hard, and his eyesight starts to fade.

'Rowena! stop! please!' Cas pleads, and Meg is able to breathe once more. She glares at the redhead and takes some deep breaths, shaky from the lack of oxygen.

'What do you want, Rowena?' Cas asks, anger barely hidden in his deep voice.

'Ro...Rowena?' Sam mutters, disoriented. The name rings a bell but he can't figure out why.

'Yes, darling, I am Rowena. A Witch. I killed your brother, Samuel. and I've killed many more than that.'

'You... Killed Dean?'

Sam starts to feel a boiling sensation in his chest, anger pooling as he pulls himself up off the floor.

'ah ah ah, little Samuel. No getting up quite yet.' Rowena says, pushing him back onto the floor.

Turning to Castiel and Meg, who is now by his side, she starts to speak to them.

'What do I want, Castiel? What do I want? You know what I wanted. I wanted my son killed. But little Sammy here, he couldn't. He was too weak.'

She nearly spat the last word at Sam, who was still pinned to the floor.

'He couldn't complete the one simple task I gave him, and yet, I managed to get that damn mark off of his brother. I managed to hold up my side of the bargain, and yet he couldn't do the same. So what I want, is Sam Winchester's head on a platter.'

And with a puff of smoke she was gone, and gone with her, Sam.

#Supernatural #SPN #Fanfiction #SPNFanfiction #Megstiel #Amnesia!Sam #Dead!Dean #Human!Cas #Human!Meg #Rowena #Meg Masters #Castiel #Sam Winchester

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