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yn-bishop · 2 years

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You Belong With Me

Kate Bishop x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1011

Summary: Kate is jealous of your new girlfriend but can’t find the courage to tell you. Will your family help her out?

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Kate nods along as Y/N tells her about her girlfriend. Kate and Y/N have been friends for 12 years and in that time, Kate has fallen for the younger Barton.

"I gotta go. I'm meeting her in a few minutes but you can stay here if you want. You and my dad get along, right?"

Kate nods again and hugs her friend as she exits the house.

"You know she loves you, right?"

Kate turns her head away from the door when she hears a deep voice behind her.

She shakes her head when she sees Clint.

"No she doesn't. If she did, she would be with me instead of her"

Kate mumbles in disagreement and Clint sighs at her comment.

"She's with her because she thinks you don't like her. How the fuck are you both so clueless?"

Clint asks when he hears his wife call from another room.

"Language! Nathaniel can hear!"

Clint sighs in reply and turns back to Kate.

"Just ask her out and she'll say yes. Isn't the prom coming up? Ask her to go, you and I both know she's excited for it and if you don't ask her, she'll go with that Brittany girl and she won't let Y/N hang out with you"

After Clint's speech, Kate still looks unsure and Clint sighs.

"Or you can just let her stay with the girl who's only with her to get another girl jealous"

Laura walks in, holding a baby against her hip.

"Clint's right, Kate. Everyone can see she wants to be with you, you're just taking so long to ask her"

"If she wants to be with me, why doesn't she ask?"

Kate asks, unsure.

"Because she's shy. What happened to the annoying, overconfident Kate?"

They hear babbling and look over at the baby.

"You think so as well?"

Laura asks, hugging the baby closer when Cooper and Lila walk in.

"They're right, she definitely likes you. You should hear her at night screaming your nam-"

Cooper's cut off by Lila hitting him across the head.

"Cooper! Don't talk like that!"

Laura scolds as he rolls his eyes and goes to the kitchen.

Kate thinks about everything the Bartons have said and runs out of the room.

Later that night, Y/N hears tapping on her window. She walks over to it and smiles when she sees Kate standing outside, waiting for her.

"What are you doing here?"

Y/N asks, hugging Kate.

"I need to tell you.. something important"

Kate says nervously.

Y/Ns face turns concerned as she waits for her friend to finish.

"I love you, Y/N. I wanna be with you. I've never wanted anything more than I want you and I know you're with her now but she doesn't love you like I do and I don't think anyone can. I just- will you go to the prom with me?"

Kate rambles nervously as Y/N's face turns excited and then sad and guilty.

"Kate, I.. I can't. I'm sorry"

She says, looking away from her friend.

Kate nods before speaking.

"Th-that's okay. It's all good. I will see you tomorrow"

She says before walking away, leaving Y/N to cry in her room.

Y/N hears her door open and feels her bed shift before seeing her dad sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Dad, I-"

"Shh, I know"

Clint runs his hand through her hair and she falls asleep.

"Why would she say no? She's waited years for this"

"We both know Y/N's not the kind of person to cheat on someone, Clint. She already has a girlfriend"

Y/N wakes to the sound of talking coming from the kitchen and walks to the voices.

"Y/N! Hey sweetie, how'd you sleep?"

Laura asks when she notices her daughter.

"Okay. I need to go to school"

Y/N replies as she packs her bag.

"I can drive you"

Clint speaks up before Y/N replies to him.

"No, that's okay. I can walk"

She answers before walking out the door.

When Y/N gets to school, she sees Kate and walks the other way. This happens a few times until Kate's had enough.

"Y/N! Talk to me!"

Kate yells when she walks up to Y/N at her locker. The hall is empty as class is going on.

"I can't be with you Kate! I have a girlfriend! Why couldn't you tell me all that a few weeks ago? That's not fair! I love you so much Kate and-"

Y/N is cut off by Kate's soft lips smashing against her own. Kates arms wrap around Y/Ns waist as Y/Ns hesitantly wrap around Kates neck. Kate gently pushes Y/N against her locker and her tongue slowly pushes against Y/Ns lip. When Y/N opens her mouth to allow entrance, someone clears their throat.

"Brittany! I-"

Y/N starts to say before the girl cuts her off.

"It's okay, Y/N. I like someone else as well. Besides, I knew you were gonna get together eventually, I just thought I would give it a little push. Maybe you should try not to make out when class is going on though"

Brittany smirks at the girls before walking away.

"So, will you go to the prom with me now?"

Y/N smiles and nods her head, pushing her lips against Kate's. The bells rings signalling that school is finished.

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

Kate asks as she takes Y/Ns hand.

"That would be great, thank you"

Y/N replies as Kate opens the passenger side door for her.

"So, what does this make us?"

Y/N asks when Kate starts the car.

"What do you want us to be?"

Kate asks back.

"I want to be with you but only if you want

tha-"

Kate cuts Y/N off.

"Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?"

Y/N blushes before nodding and kisses her new girlfriends cheek and Kate grabs her hand.

Just wondering, would anyone be interested in me writing a Beca Mitchell or Emily Junk story that follows the Pitch Perfect movies? Let me know! I hope you enjoyed this and look forward to the next one!

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livingdreams97 · 1 year

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Emily Junk -- "The New Bella." (part 1)

Emily Junk x fem! reader/oc

Summary: Emily is a newcomer to Barden College and her dream is to be a part of the group acapella the Barden Bellas. She entered the house of the acapella group in order to fulfill her dream, but she ended up falling in love and living an experience that she had never imagined.

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NOTE: If you see any spelling mistake im sorry, english is not my first lenguage and i try to do it the best possible.

Y/n's POV

This was the end. What I have known for two years will disappear and cease to exist. After Amy bald to the president, the dean has decided he doesn't want the Barden Bellas to exist anymore and has banned us from auditioning.

This will be the end for the Bellas. I personally haven't taken it as bad as other people, Chloe and I've been crying all day. That's not to say it doesn't hurt, the Bellas have been my family for two years and I've been a part of them since my first day of college.

My older sister, who is part of the Bellas, encouraged me to study at Barden with her and join the a cappella group with her. The truth is that when Beca told me that she was in an a cappella group, I couldn't believe it.

I mean, my goth, antisocial sister being part of a group of girls who sing. The first thing I did when she told me about it was laugh, thinking that she was playing a joke on me and I wasn't going to fall for another one of her jokes.

But it turned out that it was true, that she was in the only all-female a cappella group in Barden and that she was enjoying it. She even told me that dad was supporting her participation in the group.

Which is not surprising to me, since since I left our mother and moved; He has tried to get closer to us in recent years. Beca has always been more reluctant to accept our father, I think the divorce of our parents hurt her more than me and as father she rebuilt her life quite quickly.

I was eight, so my attention was on gaming and cartoons. While Beca was already 10 years old and about to enter pre-adolescence. In addition to the fact that Beca was closer to dad, while I was closer to mom and that's why when he tried to have a closer relationship with me I didn't care much. And he pays for mi college so...

But back to the main topic. When I graduated from high school, I enrolled at Barden University with my father's help to study architecture and on my first day I auditioned to be part of the Bellas.

It is more than enough that they accepted me since I have a good voice and for being the little sister of Beca Mitchell. And although we are sisters, we are not very similar.

The only thing we have in common is blue eyes and brown hair. Although Beca's eyes are a bit darker than mine. I'm 1.73 so I'm 16 centimeters taller than her. Which is funny since she is the older sister and because of our height difference no one believes it.

Flo: For your hairy situation.- I listen as she reads and look up from the letter I'm reading, to see her with a box of depilatory blades in her hand and a confused look. -Oh.- she says realizing it and I laugh at her gesture.

Chloe: Very well, we are officially registered in the competition.- She tells us with a huge smile. –So renew the passports, because we are going to sunny and fabulous Copenhagen! - exclaims completely excited.

Stacie: Fine.- she celebrates by giving me and Amy a high-five .

Amy: Where is that ? - confused question and I look at her as if she were stupid.

Chloe: I don't know, I failed geography.- she answers shrugging her shoulders.

Y/n: It's the capital of Denmark.- I answer earning confused looks from the girls. –Is it in Europe, below Sweden and above Germany ? - I ask to see if they are located. -Leave it.- I deny when I see that no one knows what I'm talking about.

Chloe: It seems that the contest is dominated by that stupid German group that has taken the tour from us.- she comments between her teeth without looking up from the laptop.

Stacie: Who has stolen the tour from us.- She corrects our housemate and friend.

Amy: Exactly. You have to look for those Germans .- supports her. -They can't be that good, Germany doesn't produce good singers since David Hasselhoff.- she assures us with certainty.

Y/n: Since when is David Hasselhoff singing ? - I ask completely confused.

Amy: Always Mitchell junior, update yourself.- she tells me as if it were obvious.

Flo: It's that chubby man who was running in slow motion with a red swimsuit, right? - she asks with confusion and I nod in response.

Amy: We're going to crush them and when we do, those dumb asses will have to swallow all these cards.- She says confidently taking another card from the kitchen island. -Die bitches, die. Criticizing slut.- she reads stamping the letter against the island. -The Bellas are back! - she exclaims with emotion.

Flo: Yes.- She assures celebrating like the rest.

Chloe: Has anyone talked to Beca today? - she asks and I avoid scratching my eyebrow.

When I get nervous or hide something, I have a habit of scratching my eyebrow and everyone immediately realized it. The itching is something that I cannot avoid, at first I feel a slight tingling in my right eyebrow and then it triples, making it impossible for me not to scratch it.

Y/n: I haven't seen her after going to the introductions and my classes.- I answer by opening another letter, to focus on something else and keep myself distracted from the itch in my eyebrow.

Amy: Not since she left the room this morning.- She answers, shrugging her shoulders and not giving it much importance.

Jessica: Girls remember that today Chloe and Ashley prepare dinner while Y/n and Stacie have to clean up later.- She reminds us from the table in the corner of the kitchen and groans.

Y/n: But if I had to clean two days ago.- I complain like a girl.

Stacie: Don't worry honey.- she tells me hugging me by the shoulders and sticking me to her neck. –This time you will clean with me or me.- she whispers the last part suggestively in my ear.

Amy : I keep saying it Long live the tortilla! - she exclaims and I separate from my roommate to look at her badly. –What ? My room is above yours and I have ears. - she comments without much importance.

Y/n: Whatever you say.- I deny I was amused and throw her a letter, which is not a good idea because the six of us ended up in a card war.

Once we're done with dinner, Stacie and I find ourselves in the kitchen scrubbing and cleaning everything we've used. The rest are in the living room or in their rooms, since we're going to go to the treble house in a whileand they're probably getting ready.

Y/n: Can someone open the door ? I yelled when I heard the doorbell ring.

I don't know if anyone has heard me, but I hear the door open and two people talk. Suddenly I feel something wet on my back and I jump letting out a scream.

Y/n: It's not funny.- I reproached my best friend, seeing her with an empty glass of water in her hand and an amused smile on her face.

Stacie: That's because you're the one with a wet back.- She assures me, laughing at the situation.

Y/n: Yes? - I ask and quickly grab the sink hose. –Tell me now if it's still fun.- I comment opening the faucet and wetting it between laughs.

Stacie: Y/n Stop! - she exclaims jumping on me and trying to take the hose out of my hands. –Stop! - she exclaims between laughs while we fight for the control of the hose.

Y/n: No! - I deny without stopping laughing. -Drop the hose.- I order amused, still laughing and getting both of us wet in the struggle for control.

Stacie: Let it go.- she orders me just as amused as I am.

Chloe: Everyone in the living room!.- She yells and we both stop turning off the tap.

Y/n: Because of you, she's going to tell us off.- I reproached her in a whisper, looking at her with half-closed eyes and earning me an offended look from her.

Stacey: Excuse me? - she asks ironically, placing her hand on her chest.

Y/n: I forgive you.- I reply with a superior smile.

Stacie: You're going to find out.- she threatens me and my eyes widen as saucers running out of the kitchen. –Come back here Mitchell!. - she yells chasing me.

I run into the living room, not paying much attention to the girls and not noticing the presence of a stranger. I see Amy and run hiding behind her back.

Y/n: Ams you have to help me.- I ask her, grabbing at her shirt.

Amy: Let me go, you're soaked.- she tells me, separating me from her body.

Y/n: No.- I deny trying not to let go.

Stacie: Come here dwarf.- she tells me standing in front of Amy .

Y/n: I'm as tall as you .- I remember her sticking out my tongue.

Stacie: You're going to find out.- She says just when Amy manages to let go of me and jumps on me .

Y/n: Ahhhh! - I shout falling to the ground with her on top. -Help she is crazy, she wants to kill me!- I yell moving on the ground and grabbing her wrists when she tries to bring her hands to my face.

Cynthia: As sexy as this is, we girls have a visitor.- She tells us and we both look at her confused.

Stacie: What?- asks just as confused as me, sitting on my lap and looking at our acasister.

Cynthia just nods her head, away from the direction we're looking and letting us know we have to follow her nod. We both turned our faces to the other side and we met a tall girl with brown hair.

I open my eyes in surprise and feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I get up from the ground along with my best friend in just two seconds.

Cynthia: Not that I'm complaining girls, but you're soaking wet.- She points to our clothes and I look down at my white t-shirt; seeing how it shows through.

I bite my lip a little embarrassed, separating the shirt a little from my body and preventing my lilac bra from being seen anymore. I clear my throat and look at the new girl.

Chloe: Well, leaving the whole wet t-shirt thing aside.- She speaks downplaying our wet clothes. -Emily here has come to do an audition.- she warns and I look at the confused co -captain.

Y/n: Not to sound rude or anything Emily.- I tell the nervous girl with a smile. -But we can't accept anyone , Chloe , you heard the dean and she practically forbade us from auditions to avoid our 'spread'.- I remind her, putting quotation marks around the last word.

Flo: She is an heiress.- She tells me a little low.

Y/n: One what ? - I ask confused.

Chloe: She is an heiress, her mother was a Bela and therefore she has the opportunity to audition.- She explains to me and I nod not very sure. - It is in the oath of the Belas and it comes to our hair. - she says to all those present.

Y/n: But we still can't do auditions.- I say confused, scratching my eyebrow nervously for not wanting to get in trouble with the dean.

Most of the girls may be graduating this year, if not all but me; but I still have two years left and I don't want to have any problems with the dean.

Chloe: We haven't really gone to where she is.- She points to the heiress, who is nervously playing with her hands. -She has come to us and she is an heiress, so we have to audition her yes or yes.- she assures me and I sigh exhausted.

Y/n: Okay.- I accept walking to stand behind the sofa.

Amy: Let's see what you know how to do heiress.- she points to her, falling on the sofa in front of me.

Emily: I'll sing a song that I've written.- she explains. –Although I haven't really finished it yet and it still has some work to do, so don't get all worked up . It sounded borderline, I didn't want to sound borderline. - she says quickly nervously. -Fat Amy , a beautiful little pussy.- she flatters and I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

Amy: Thank you, go ahead. – Thanks clearly flattered.

Emily: When tomorrow comes, I'll be on my own ...- she begins to sing and I open my eyes surprised by her voice.

There is something in her voice that is soothing and amazing. I can't help but stare at her in complete awe, detailing every detail of her face and the gestures she's making as she sings. I watch as she closes her eyes to concentrate and I can hear a slight rise in confidence in her voice.

She smiled tenderly at the gestures she makes, since she looks very tender moving her hands with the song and with her eyes closed. I nod for her to continue, when she opens her eyes and looks at me as she sings.

Emily: ...And in the dark I found .. - stop singing. –I'm still working and it's a bit green; so .. don't take it into account.- she explains and I press my lips together to avoid laughing out loud.

He sings again, but this time she moves her arms more and she does it with a smile on her face. From one moment to the next she starts making weird noises, like a guitar or something like that and I can't help but let out a laugh.

Chloe: Will you excuse us for a moment ? - she asks when she finishes singing.

Emily: Emm , yes of course.- She accepts confused and the co - captain immediately turns around calling us to come closer.

Chloe: It's pretty good, can we take it? - She asks us all in a whisper, but not low enough so that the heiress doesn't hear her and shifts uncomfortably in her place.

Amy: What do you expect us to say ? - she asks the only captain present. -It's right there.- she whispers, pointing at the girl with her eyes.

Y/n: And she can hear us.- I warn them in a whisper, making the girls greet her with smiles and she makes an awkward gesture with her hand in response.

Amy: She's not a soloist, that's clear.- she whispers giving her opinion.

Flo / Stacie: No.- they deny along with some others.

Chloe: She has come to us, we don't break any rules.- she reminds us in a whisper.

Stacie: The legal loophole is perfect for us.- She assures us and we all nod in agreement with her.

Flo: It's always good to have an extra body, in case someone is kidnapped for ransom, put in a freezer and forced to eat leaves and gas bills.- she says and we all look at her between confused and a little disturbed.

Cynthia: We shouldn't decide anything without Beca.- she doesn't say and I nod my head in agreement.

Stacie: Isn't it strange that she haven't opened her eyes at all?- she asks us and I open my eyes looking at Emily's awkward attitude.

Amy: We're talking about her and she's right there.- She says looking at the brunette with a slightly uncomfortable smile.

Y/n: And she can still hear us.- I remind them quickly when they all smile.

Amy: Let's start with the giraffe legs.- she whispers and I open my eyes in surprise.

Y/n: Amy no.- I deny quickly. -She's in front, she's listening to us and what you just said is offensive.- I scold her with a frown.

Stacie: And then she says that she doesn't look anything like her sister.- she comments, rolling her eyes amused.

Chloe : Okay, let's vote.- she tells us. -Whoever wants it a G sharp and who doesn't want it an E flat.- she explains to us and at three we all sing a G sharp.

We all walk towards her, to stand in front of her with serious faces and not giving her a clue of the result. She sweeps her gaze over all of us quickly, until she collides with mine and stares at me with unfocused eyes.

I look at her a bit confused by her look, but I assume it will be because of my nerves and I give her a soft smile to calm her down a bit.

Chloe: Welcome to the Bellas!- she shouts excitedly and the new one screams happily.

Emily: I'm a happy junk! - screams and starts to dance in a kind of cute but weird; very weird way.

Cynthia: You can stop, you can stop.- She asks gently grabbing her wrists preventing her arms from moving.

Emily: Well, when does my initiation start ? - She asks and I look at her strangely. -An idea, I'm going to my room and I'll act surprised when you cover my head with a hood, while I ride the rubik 's cube while I sip Vodka from a compress.- she says and I look at her as if she were crazy.

Y/n: Yes , well, I'm going to change and that's it.- I say a bit confused and walk towards the stairs.

Stacie: Wait, I'll go with you.- she tells me and slaps me on the butt.

Y/n: Stacie!- I exclaim jumping on the spot and seeing how my roommate starts running up the stairs. -You're going to find out!- i scream and run after her.

I take the stairs two at a time, running down the hall until I reach the door to our room and try to get in it. I hear my friend's amused laugh from the other side of the door, when it barely opens a few inches and she closes it on the other side.

Emily's POV

I watch as the pretty blue-eyed girl runs up the stairs, following Stacie and the girls next to me laugh at them.

Chloe: You'll get used to it, they spend the day making jokes and running one after the other.- She tells me and I nod, returning my gaze to the redhead and the blonde in front of me.

Amy: They're like a TV Reality , they entertain you when you have nothing to do and there's nothing better on TV.- She explains laughing and I smiled slightly.

Chloe: This house really is a 24h Reality.- she tells me laughing and taking a sip of whatever she has in her yellow plastic cup.

Amy : But I hope you have earplugs, heiress.- She tells me taking a step back. -Because with those two can make a lot of noise at night.- she comments with an amused smile and walks towards the kitchen.

I don't know why, that last comment has caused a kind of emptiness in my stomach and I don't really understand why. I mean, the blue-eyed brunette is clearly physically attractive and has a beautiful smile.

During my test, the two times I have looked at her, she has smiled at me in a way that is unique and difficult for me to express. But her smile has somehow put me at ease and my heart has beaten a few milliseconds faster.

Although it could be because of the nerves and the fact that everyone looked at me in a serious way except her. Yes, it's probably that. I don't like girls, so I can't possibly like her and I don't even know her name.

Emily: Are they a couple ? - I ask interested, trying to seem as casual and disinterested as possible.

Chloe: Who Stacie and Y/n? - she asks pointing with her thumb to the stairs.

Emily: Yes, you know from Fat Amy 's comment.- I explain and she shakes her head smiling.

Chloe: No, they only have sporadic sex when neither of them manages to flirt at a party.- She denies amused. -Or when they're horny and the hunter needs attention.- she comments in a whisper, shrugging her shoulders unimportantly.

Emily: The hunter ? - I ask completely lost.

Chloe: It's what Stacie calls her vagina.- She answers me amused and I open my eyes in surprise.

Amy: Okay girls! It's party time!- she shouts suddenly appearing next to me and I jump in fright. –We have the tickets for Copenhagen and a new Bella! - she yells putting an arm around my shoulders at the end.

Emily: Party ? - I ask confused and a little excited, it would be my first university party and also being a Bella.

Amy: The trebels are having a party tonight.- She replies, standing next to the redhead again. -Now let's go! - she shouts and they all start walking towards the front door.

Y/n: Wait for me! - She shouts already changed and going down the stairs two by two.

I take in the clothes she's wearing and I can't help but run my eyes up and down her body. I open my mouth in awe, at how incredibly beautiful and attractive she looks. She wears a black top with a V-neckline, revealing her breasts and abs. Oh my god! She has abs.

I look down from her abs, seeing her black mom jeans and how the waist and butt area hugs her body like a glove. I snap out of my reverie when I feel someone link their arm through mine and pull me towards the door.

Jessica: Hi, my name is Jessica and her name is Ashley.- She introduces herself with a big smile and also introduces the short-haired brunette next to her.

Emily: My name is Emily.- I introduce myself focusing on them and not on the girl who just came down the stairs.

Ashley: We know, you've already introduced yourself.- she comments with a small laugh. -Anyway, welcome to the Bellas Emily, you'll see how much fun you have and the fun things we do.- she promises me with a huge smile.

Jessica: Do you know the name of the girls ? - I wonder and I shake my head.

Ashley: Perfect, we'll point them out to you and tell you their names.- She assures me, positioning herself on my free side and intertwining her arm with mine; just like Jessica.

Jessica: The short girl with black hair and a Latin accent is Flo Fuentes, she joined the Bellas about two years ago and she's a lot of fun.- She points to the girl next to the Asian girl.

Ashley: The one next door is called Lilly, she is somewhat mysterious and quiet.- she explains to me. –We don't know much about her because when she speaks she does it very very softly and we are not able to understand her.- she tells me and the blonde nods in support.

Jessica: The ones who won't stop fighting and were all wet are Stacie . Conrad and Y/n Mitchell.- she says pointing to the duo. - Stacie is the one on her back, she's a bit cheeky and she doesn't care if her opinions annoy someone. - She comments while we see how the newly named jumps and climbs on the pretty girl's back.

Ashley: Y/n is the complete opposite of her, she is a very kind and direct person, but she tries not to make what she says bother or hurt someone by being as politically correct as possible.- She explains and I nod, keeping that information locked. .

Emily: Wait Mitchell? - I ask confused, since I know of a Mitchell in the Bellas and that is Beca, the creator of the Bella sound and a legend. -I thought that the only Mitchell in the Bellas was Beca.- I comment and the two laugh, but not in mockery or something like that.

Ashley: It was two years ago.- She tells me and I'm still confused. - Y/n is Beca's little sister, she is two years younger than her and I enter the Bellas as soon as I enter university.- she explains and I nod in understanding.

Emily: So Y/ n and Beca are real sisters.- I say to make the point clear and the two nod in confirmation.

Jessica: Yes, but they are completely the opposite of each other.- She assures me with a small smile. –While Y/n is more spontaneous, sentimental, fun and smiling; Beca is more serious, firm and only smiles when she is with her sister, Chloe , Amy or when one of us falls.- She tells me and starts laughing along with the other Bella.

Ashley: It's actually funny to see Beca all rude and serious at one point, but as soon as Y/n shows up and hugs her she's a total teddy bear.- She assures me and I can't help but smile imagining it.

I'm sure that Y/n's hugs are incredible, they are surely one of those that warm you up inside and make you feel safe. I bite my lip helplessly, imagining how it will feel to have Y/n come to your side and hug you.

Jessica: Then there is Cynthia Rose, she is very funny, somewhat rude and has an impressive voice.- she tells me excitedly.

Ashley: Really all of us have good voices, the best from my point of view are those of Cynthia , Y/n, Chloe and Beca to tell the truth.- She thinks and that makes me want to hear Y/n sing in some rehearsal with all my soul.

Jessica: Don't say we told you, but Cynthia in her first year told us that she had a gambling problem, when she left it with her girlfriend and started playing poker.- she tells me in a whisper and I open my eyes surprised.

Emily: But is she better now? - I ask a little worried, gambling is something very serious and destroys many lives.

Ashley: Yes, with the help of the Bellas she got ahead and hasn't played since first grade.- she answers me with a reassuring smile.

During the way to the trebels house . They keep telling me information and basic things about all the girls in the house. I have to admit that I have asked a lot about Y/n, trying to be as subtle as possible and thus avoid raising any suspicion.

Not that I like her or anything. It's just that Y/n makes me very curious and I'd like to know about her, before I talk to her and make a fool of myself in front of her.

Because I am very clumsy and somewhat shy, so ridicule is something that is almost guaranteed. But I don't want to make a fool of myself and let her see how clumsy I am the first time we talk. So I need as much information as possible that I can get, without my interest being too noticeable and girls thinking something it's not.

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literallybipanic · 1 year

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Be My Baby - Beca x Chloe Pitch Perfect oneshot

this is my first ever one shot pls do give criticism if there is any I would really appreciate it.

THIS IS A SFW REGRESSION STORY

Beca and Chloe had always been tightknit friends since they joined the Barden University Bellas a few years ago. But something strange had been happening to the duo lately - Beca had been feeling a sudden urge to be babied and coddled, while Chloe had been feeling a strong pull to take care of her friend like a mother. They couldn't explain why this was happening, but they never talked about it too much, fearful of sounding crazy.

One day, they were studying together in their dorm room when Beca suddenly had a meltdown, crying and screaming because she couldn't understand her math homework. Chloe didn't know how to calm her friend down, so she did the only thing that came to mind - she cradled Beca in her arms and patted her back softly, trying to soothe her. Surprisingly, Beca didn't resist; in fact, she relaxed into Chloe's embrace and let out a sigh of contentment, like a little kid comforted by their mommy.

At that moment, something within Chloe snapped, and she realized what she had to do. She whispered gentle words of encouragement and rocked Beca back and forth, singing a lullaby under her breath. Soon enough, Beca had stopped crying and had fallen asleep in Chloe's arms, her body curled up in a fetal position. Chloe knew that something bizarre was happening, but she couldn't deny the warm, fuzzy feeling that sprouted within her heart, and she quietly decided to keep the incident to herself.

A few days later, Beca and Chloe were hanging out with the Bellas by the pool, soaking up the sun and chatting about upcoming auditions for a new music competition. Beca was feeling unsettled, and she couldn't explain why. She wanted to be outside and play, but she also wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep. The latter urge won out, and Beca sighed heavily, rubbing her eyes in fatigue.

Suddenly, Chloe had an idea. She walked over to Beca and held out her hand, wiggling her fingers in invitation. "C'mon, Becs, let's go take a nap," Chloe said, her voice turning soft and gentle. Beca immediately felt her heart swell in happiness, and she took Chloe's hand, following her lead like a lost puppy.

They went back to their dorm room, which Chloe had decorated with twinkle lights and stuffed animals, giving it a cozy, comforting vibe. Chloe told Beca to get into bed, and she pulled the blankets up over her friend's body, tucking her in like she was a child. Beca felt a thrill of pleasure rush through her body, and she snuggled into the pillows, feeling safe and secure in Chloe's care.

Then, Chloe did something unexpected - she pulled down the shades of the room, creating a peaceful, dim atmosphere. She turned on a white noise machine that mimicked the sound of raindrops, and she began to sing another lullaby, holding Beca's hand and stroking her hair. Beca felt her eyes droop, and she let out a little yawn, feeling the strong urge to regress into a younger state.

Chloe noticed the change in her friend and smiled to herself, realizing that this was what Beca needed. She continued to sing softly, watching as Beca's breathing became steady and even, and she drifted off into a deep, dreamless slumber. Chloe stayed by her friend's side, watching over her like a guardian angel, feeling like she had found a new purpose in life.

When Beca woke up a few hours later, she didn't remember much of what had occurred, but she felt refreshed and rejuvenated, like she had been given a special kind of love that she had never experienced before. Chloe silently watched her friend, feeling a sense of pride and admiration wash over her. She knew that whatever this was, it was real and magical, and it was something that she and Beca would share for the rest of their lives.

#pitch perfect x reader #pitch perfect #beca mitchell #chloe beale #beca x chloe #bechloe #barden bellas #age regression #sfw age regression

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amorchai · 6 months

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adding dva and symmetra to my masterlist because i’m obsessed with ow2 it’s unhealthy!

also might add more pitch perfect characters like beca maybe?

#— ꒰꒰ °·˚tiempo por chai ₊˚⊹ ꒱꒱#i love being bisexual #overwatch 2 #symmetra #overwatch symmetra #dva #dva overwatch #dva x reader #beca mitchell #pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfiction

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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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Just had a fun idea but like, what about hcs on how the others would react upon realizing s/o has feelings for Alastor? Like out of everyone they could've fallen for of it HAD to be him kjbgbkjs

Thanks for the consideration and take care of yourself op! Drink water, eat food, and know ur favs adore you!

Everyone finding out that wifey is married to Alastor??? 👀 That's what I heard-

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: A little suggestive in the middle bit? Angel helps wifey buy lingerie

Description: ☝️⬆️

You meet everyone at the hotel separately from your husband, so they never make the connection until they actually see you two together

Except Niffty, Alastor just had her trailing behind him one day

"Niffty! This is my darling wife! She is the lady of the house!"

"Neat! I'm gonna go find some bugs!"

"...she's cute, Alastor."

"She's a menace in disguise, my dear~"

When you first met Husker, you were playing cards when he suddenly saddled himself next to you with the kind of confidence that only an overlord has

Luckily, the game was only for fun, the two of you competing against each other in friendly competition

It's a good time between the two of you, you're charming and witty, Husk just eats it up and keeps asking you to play another game

"You're pretty good at this aren't you, beautiful? Do you gamble often?"

You simply hum and politely sip your drink, carefully thinking about how you're going to turn down the overlord

"I don't tend to frequent these sorts of places but my darling husband and I are celebrating so it's a special occasion~"

"Husband?"

"Oh, he's harmless! A real romantic...~"

He deflates a little at the mention of your husband but moves on like nothing happened and that's the last you see of him for a couple of months

That is until Alastor comes home one day looking exceptionally pleased with himself as he sweeps you up into an impromptu dance

"Alastor~! What's gotten into you~?"

"Another victory under my belt, my dear~! You know how you've been saying you always wanted a cat?"

"No?"

"Well, I went out and got you one!"

You barely have time to ask him what he means when suddenly Husk is standing in front of you, looking shocked

"Oh Alastor...tell me you didn't go after him just because he flirted with me a little.."

"Of course not, darling~! I did it beca-he did what now?"

Husk looks around in bewilderment before his eyes land on you wrapped in your husband's arms, pointing at you accusingly

"HE'S YOUR HUSBAND!? You need to look up the definition of HARMLESS cause he ain't harmless!"

You meet Charlie because she quite literally runs into you, tears in her eyes and obviously upset

"I'm so so SO sorry! I-"

"Hey hey...what are you sorry for? Are you okay, my dear?"

You can't help but mother her, wiping away her tears as she tries to excuse her tears as nothing serious

"Would you like to talk about it? I can't just leave you crying out in the street like a lost baby, now can I?"

She sniffles pathetically and nods, letting you guide her somewhere more private

"Y-yes please..."

"Come now, we'll make some hot tea and you can tell me what's got you so worked up..."

You two grow attached to each other after that and make time to meet with each other at least a few times a month

She gets anxious when she hasn't heard from you in a while and calls you whenever she's upset about something, seeking your opinion

You listen to Charlie's problems and try to offer her advice or do what you can to help her feel better, sometimes she just needs a motherly hug

She tells you about her hotel and whether you believe in her dream or not, you support her because she obviously needs it

Other times, you two talk about your respective partners and gossip

"Your husband sounds so sweet! I've got to meet him one day! When he comes back, of course..."

You laugh at her enthusiasm, gently patting her hand to calm the excitable young woman down a little and trying to quell the sadness of his absence

"And this girlfriend of yours sounds like she really cares about you, I'd love to meet her."

You feel compelled to look after her, and Charlie sees you as a source of comfort if not a mother figure to her

So she eventually introduces Vaggie to you because you've been asking to meet her, Vaggie is just excited to meet the famous Y/N

She's heard so much about you from Charlie that she had to see if you were genuine, she had to make sure you weren't using her girlfriend

Only to be taken aback by just how much she ends up liking you, looking to you for advice just as Charlie does

She's geared up, ready to fight, when one day you two are suddenly cornered by thugs out on the street, only to be baffled when you take them out with ease

Just how powerful are you?

"Wait wait wait-how did you pull off that move? I've been trying to learn how to do that for months!"

You're casually fixing your clothes and rubbing your wrist, completely unfazed by the ambush

"It's just a little something I learned from my husband~ Would you like me to teach you?"

"Y-yes! Please!"

She readily accepts, and soon she's just as attached to you as Charlie is, looking forward to the times you agree to spar with her

Her and Charlie talk about how much they love you one night before they go to bed

"So....she's great right?"

"Charlie, I fucking love her."

"Right!?"

You meet Angel at a clothing store, the two of you shopping in the same section when you catch him staring hard at the gloves

"You should try this one, the color compliments you really well, and they're made from a good material."

He jumps in surprise, obviously startled by your sudden arrival, but does genuinely seem to look at the pair of gloves you're pointing out

Angel picks them up and tries them on, seemingly more than pleased with your picks, whatever thoughts that were weighing on his mind momentarily forgotten

"Thanks..! Uh, maybe I can help you pick something out?"

He gestures to the many different lingerie in your basket, you're obviously having a hard time deciding which one to get

You have the decency to at least look a little embarrassed, a soft blush taking over your features and making you look innocent

"Would you? My husband is back, and I just want to show him how much I've missed him..."

Angel guides you to the fitting rooms, obviously excited to be of help, he could be saving a marriage for all he knows!

"Sure thing, doll! You put on each one, and Angel Dust here will tell you which one will knock your man off his feet! If I know anything! It's how to turn a man on!"

Normally, you wouldn't even THINK about showing another man your body in lingerie, but hearing that and having an inkling of who Angel is, you trust him

And it's surprisingly fun! Angel helps you narrow it down to three favorites that are sexy and comfortable, it never once feels creepy or uncomfortable

"Now pose like this when he comes in! Yes! Just like that! Your hubby is gonna lose his mind when he sees you!"

You can't help but laugh, not at all feeling ridiculous but enjoying Angel's antics and enthusiasm

"Thank you, Angel. We should go clothes shopping together again sometime, I had a good time today."

He winks and holds out his phone to get your number before walking away, no longer seeming so...depressed

"And you'll have an even better time tonight! See you later, doll~!"

You two shop together on the regular after that, greeting each other with air kisses and judging people together

"Ugh, do you see the hair on that gal? What an absolute wreck!"

"That hairstyle wasn't even popular when my husband and I were alive...ugh..."

"When am I gonna meet this man of yours anyways?"

"When he stops going to a tailor and agrees to come shopping with me~"

You're laying in bed with Alastor one night, nuzzled under his chin and cuddling in his arms when he suddenly speaks

"You know that little...project I've been working on?"

You're nearly asleep, the feeling of his thumb rubbing your arm soothing you more than he realizes

"Mhm..."

"Well, I was thinking maybe I could take you with me tomorrow...everyone there has been dying to meet you."

You open your eyes to look at your husband, smiling at him as you lean up to kiss him softly

"More people who don't believe that you have a wife? I'll be happy to set the record straight~"

He chuckles and rolls you two over so that he's on top of you, kissing down your neck as his hands push up your nightgown

"I can't wait to show you off to everyone~"

The next day, Alastor takes your arm in his and leads you inside, you're more than a little surprised to see that his project is a hotel

You're a bit shocked to see so many familiar faces in front of you, Niffty running up to hug your leg and Husk giving you a lazy wave

Charlie, Vaggie and Angel are all staring you like you're a ghost, eyes slowly moving from Alastor to you over and over again

Charlie drops her tray of snacks in surprise, rushing up to give you a bone crushing hug while Vaggie stands in front of Alastor as if to protect you

"Y/N! What are you doing here!? Are you here to give redemption a try? Oh, I knew you would come around!!"

You laugh and hug her back while patting her head, gently prying her arms off of you so you can pet Niffty

"It's good to see you too, my dear princess, though I'm here with my husband."

Vaggie's jaw drops, and she whips around to look at you, jabbing a finger at Alastor as you see her trying to digest the truth in front of her

"You! A-and him!? The Radio Demon?!"

Alastor takes the opportunity to pull you back to his side, a loving arm around your waist as you happily lean on him, hand on his chest

"Everyone! This is Y/N, my lovely wife~! Y/N, please tell them all that you're here of your own volition and that you are happily married to the most wonderful demon in all of hell!"

You hear Angel trying to hold in his laughter, obviously flashing back to the many conversations he's had with you about your mysterious husband

"Yes yes, I'm happily married to him and I'm not under any mind control or deal or anything else like that~"

You can hear Vaggie's soul leave her body, Charlie's delighted squeal and Angel's uncontrollable laughter at the sight of you and Alastor rubbing noses in an obnoxiously cute manner

"This is the guy you've been buyin' all those sexy clothes for!? Oh my fuck!! This is too good!"

"I can't believe Alastor was your husband this whole time!! I knew he was secretly a big softie! Oh my gosh! You should hear how he talks about you it's so cute!!"

"...I don't get what you see in him..."

"I don't either, you know that when I first met her, she called him HARMLESS? She's delusional."

"He's a bad boy and she LIKES IT~!"

Your husband looks at you in confusion, gently stroking your cheek

"All this time I spent singing your praises to earn you a decent reputation around here was for nothing? I should've known you'd have stolen their hearts already~"

You smile and kiss Alastor's palm sweetly, earning a chorus of cooing and disgusted noises from your audience

"Actually, I've met everyone here before, darling... it seems we've been unintentionally been keeping our a marriage a secret from everyone!"

Charlie is just so enamored with the way you two interact as a couple, her eyes sparkling whenever she watches you two together

Vaggie is just disappointed in your taste in men and shakes her head whenever you two are affectionate, secretly she thinks it's cute

Angel gets a kick out bugging Alastor about the clothes he helped you pick out, always asking him if he liked the lingerie

Husk is just thankful for the distraction you prove to be for Alastor because then he has more time to himself, encourages you two to go on a lot of dates

Niffty is just crazy as always 😜 She likes you two together though and will stab anyone who tries to separate you two

This one took so long!! I hope you like it!!

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

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dulcegal · 9 months

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NEVER GO INTO THE MILES MORALES X READER TAG

#always complaining let’s consider happiness #let’s consider having fun #like why are y’all so angry all of a sudden #beca luvs miles 🕷️#miles morales x reader #nyeah #WELL…I’m complaining but like yk it’s for a cause

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zyafics · 1 month

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play fake | rafe cameron (18+)

series play fake (part one) — ( masterlist )

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

summary when rafe cameron needs to secure a gf in order for his father to see him as a stable man, he enlists the help of a bartender who wants nothing to do with him.

content 18+, eventual smut, angst, fake-dating, jealousy, people-pleasing and independent! female reader, ward cameron pinning rafe and sarah against each other, rafe being an asshole

zya's notes i hope u guys enjoy! i'm just writing this as i'm trying to figure out the brother's rival series and what direction i'm going <3

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃 ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚ ⋆.˚

Who knew Rafe Cameron is a blabbering drunk?

Working as a bartender on the docks, near Heyward's Seafood, you have your fair share of stories about the people who come in. Most of them are locals from The Cut, with the occasional tourists who wander the streets, settling for a clean place to eat.

But it's very rare to have a Kook.

It's been a visit for the past couple of weeks. You don't understand what caused him to come here. There's plenty of bars near Figure Eight—some of which you are sure caters specifically to the Camerons—but you don't question it. Lately, business has been slow, a couple of locals in and out, and with the majority of your income relying on tips, you take it.

Locals don't tip.

Rafe does, however. When he settled down and ordered the largest and most expensive liquor you had on hand, he slipped a fifty into your hands and asked for the bottle as a whole. You don't know if he doesn't have prior tipping etiquette—or because he tips extra for you to keep quiet about his presence—but you gladly take it. Sitting at the end of the counter, his hand cradles a half-empty glass he sips from.

Despite having the whole bottle set in front of him, he still makes you serve him.

Why?

Because he's an asshole.

"You know what he wants to do?" Rafe slurs from across the counter, his eyes flickering to find your presence behind the bar. "He wants to give the company to Sarah."

You hum in response, drying the washed glasses in your hands with a towel as you listen to his nondescript rambles. You knew most of the people he's referring to Sarah Cameron, Ward, and the occasional Pogue you don't know the name of. But, that's how Rafe sees the world: his family, the Kooks, and then everyone else.

"She's nineteen and going around OBX with her fucking Pogue boyfriend and he sees her as stable?" Rafe scoffs, shaking his head as he brings the edge of the glass to his lips and takes a long sip. "Fucking bitch."

Listening to drunk customers vent about their home lives is part of the job description. While it’s dark outside and Rafe is the only customer left, you are technically free to kick him out and make him go about his day elsewhere.

But, there's a rule in your family regarding business: don't go home until the last customer leaves. There's no such thing as kicking someone out at closing time; you were there to wait, serve, and hope they spend a couple more bucks on some more booze. It's a cheapshot of handling enterprise, but that's the way you need to do business and survive as a Pogue.

Rafe taps his empty cup in his hand, eyes pinned on you. "Refill," he mumbles, to which you resist the urge to roll your eyes, and walk over to do exactly as he asks. Lifting the bottle set in front of him to pour him another shot, he watches you as you watch.

"You think it's stupid, right?" He asks, his gaze lifting to study your face. "He thinks Sarah is more equipped to handle Cameron Development because of that Pogue. Because he ties her down. Is that some bullshit?"

His gaze is intense and you don't know whether to answer or not. While you don't know much of the story, of the background behind his persistent rambles, you pieced together enough that it's about Ward deciding to give Sarah the family company because of her stability as a person. Because she's reliable.

You shrug, "I don't know." Because you don't. You don't want to get involved in whatever problems Rafe is dealing with. You don't want to offer unsolicited opinions because who knows if it'll come back to bite you in the ass.

He scoffs, then releases a bitter laugh. "Of course you don't," he leans back against his seat, almost swaying against the backless stool, before shaking his head, disciplining himself. "You're a Pogue. I must be losing it if I'm talking to you."

You roll your eyes, turning away from the Kook and settling on the rest of your tasks. You're used to Kooks putting you down like that, seeing you as nothing more than the bottom of the chain because you don't have some fancy degree from UNC or because you aren't floating on a yacht somewhere.

Just as you're returning bottles back on the shelf, you hear Rafe mumbles to himself. "Does he want me to be tied down or something?"

You let out an abrupt laugh, before quickly stiffening the sound. However, it was too late. When you look back over, you see his blue eyes set on you, a hard expression on his face. "Sorry," you mumble, wishing you had better control over your tongue. "I thought I heard something funny."

You wished you could blame it on the TV, but unfortunately, you had turned that off a while ago.

"You laughing at me, sweetheart?"

"No," you clear your throat, but the look on Rafe's face makes it seem like he's in no mood to hear lies right now. You rectify the answer. "Yes."

"What's so funny?"

"The idea of you getting tied down," you answer slowly. You carefully study his expression to see if anything you say could trigger a bad reaction. "It just seems amusing to me."

Because it is. Rafe is known around Outer Banks as the reckless prince, the one who hosts parties, gets shit-faced drunk, and hooks up with every woman within his proximity. The idea of him losing all of that—the parties, the drinking, the women—was not something you could picture in your head.

"What about it?" He challenges, an edge to his tone. "You think I can't fucking do it?"

From your experience as a bartender, you know he's coming close to unraveling. What you say next could cause him to erupt or calm down, and while you would love to sell him some lies, to get him to back down and leave, something in you doesn't let it pass. All night, he's been nothing short of an asshole to you. To act like he's above you because you are nothing but a Pogue meant to serve him. Why would you pass up an opportunity to deliver some harsh reality?

"Look at yourself," you gesture to him, "you're here, drinking at my bar after an argument with your father. He's trying to tell you that you aren't dependable enough to rely on and the first thing you do is turn to your vices. What do you think?"

Even if you intended it to be harsh, you said it nicely.

He stares at you, hard. You don't like it. You heard the rumors of what happens when he gets pissed—where he throws chairs and smashed bottles. You don't want to be a recipient of that.

"Never mind," you shake your head, returning back to your task. "Just forget it. I'm misreading the situation."

"No," he says with a shake of his head. "You said it. Might as well own it with your chest. Dancing around it wouldn't make you anymore likable."

You clench your jaw. On top of being a blabbering drunk, Rafe is cruel.

Not answering him, you walk over to where he sits and take the glass from his hand, right as he's about to take another sip.

"What the fuck?"

"I think it's time for you to leave."

He scoffs, not moving from his position. "Just because I said I didn't like you?"

"No, because you're acting like an asshole and frankly, I don't want to put up with it anymore," you say, pouring the rest of the content down the sink. "You can take the bottle with you. But other than that, you need to leave."

Rafe stares at you for a few seconds, contemplating what to do, but he doesn't have any grounds here. He may be a Kook, but that means shit when he's in the south side of Outer Banks. When his opponent is a bartender. Instead of responding to you, he slides off the stool and grabs the booze by the handle.

Just as he's about to set out of the door, you shout behind him with a mock farewell, "'pleasure doing business with you!"

—

That day, you thought would be the last of your interactions with Rafe. After all, most people don't want to continue doing business with someone who calls them out on their bullshit and kicks them out of their shops.

But, a couple of days later, Rafe comes through the door of your family-owned pub.

You paid little attention to him. You were trying to log the tips into the cash register, not catering to some entitled prick who has no means being here. Plus, there's another bartender on hand who's more than willing to help Rafe with anything he needs.

You didn't care.

Your coworker can get his tips.

As you're filing in the last of the receipts, Miranda comes over to tap you on the shoulders.

"Rafe wants to talk to you."

You stare at her for a few seconds, as if she was speaking another language. You thought she did. Why in the world would he want to talk to you? You were unpleasant to him. You were nothing of the customer service attitude your parents drilled into you as a child. You thought it was clear grounds for him to look the other direction.

"I'm busy," you say to Miranda, who shifts uncomfortably in her stance, not leaving.

"He said he's willing to wait."

That means he was expecting you to say no.

You scoff. "Tell him I'm not going to be free until closing time."

"But..." Miranda starts again, and you are starting to lose your patience with her. "We don't have a closing time."

You smile at that. "Exactly."

Despite the harsh undertone, Miranda still relays the message back to Rafe. You watch as she does, his eyes briefly pans over to you as you offer him a forced smile with a wave of your fingers and his jaw visibly tense. You thought that would be the end of the conversation but, to be proven wrong again, he slides into the bar stool he previously occupied the other night and orders a drink.

Then another.

You did your best to avoid the area he occupied, but it was proven to be difficult as he spent his time right in front of you. You got busy, running around and assisting locals and tourists who came in to get a taste of the infamous and historical Sailor of Outer Banks. While you're running around, placing orders, making drinks, and trying to navigate the cramped space behind the bar—Rafe remains.

He remained until he was the very last customer.

You sigh as you glance at the clock. Miranda has since left and you're left carrying the shop ever since. All you want to do is go home and relax, but that will be proven impossible until Rafe leaves the establishment.

With a strong reluctance, you step forward to where Rafe sat, his eyes on the TV screen hung on the wall, while his hands occupied another glass.

"Fine," you sigh, causing Rafe to tear away from the screen. The corner of his lips lift into a self-satisfying smirk. "I'm here."

"You finally ready to talk to me?"

"You ready to stop being such a prick?" You quip back, just to see his expression broadens at your snark. You can't lie and say the movement didn't make him more attractive. "What do you want?"

For a moment, you thought he might be here to apologize for asking like an ass the other night.

But, you were too hopeful.

"I came up with a solution," he begins, his words a subtle slur that contrasts the intoxication of the other night.

"For what?" You entertain the conversation, crossing your arms over your chest.

"My dad." He answers. "He wants me to be stable."

"I remember."

"And from when he was talking about Sarah, one of the reasons he thinks he can rely on her is because she's with that Pogue." He explains, "that it somehow makes her dependable. I don't fucking know, the logic is flawed."

"And old-fashioned, but continue."

His blue eyes dart to your face, before he utters the next words. "That means I need a girlfriend."

You nod, glad to see that he came to his conclusion. You thought this was another one of his ramblings, a need to vent to someone he doesn't think matters in the long-run, just to get it off his chest. Now that it is, you're about to step back and turn around to start your night tasks before he holds out a hand.

"Wait," he commands, causing you to stop on your tracks. You raise a brow at him. "I want you to be my girlfriend."

You laugh. It truly is a bad habit of yours but the idea came out as total lunacy and shock. You thought he would join. But, when you look back to his face and have the striking realization that he is serious, you start to sober up. "You're serious."

"Yeah," he says, clenching his jaw, like the moment of wonderful ideas was truly something he was proud of and you struck it down like lightning.

"I'm sorry but," you shake your head, not having the ability to wrap your head around the suggestion. "You barely know me. Isn't there a line of other people who would love to become the next Mrs. Cameron?"

You know that's true. You also know if he had told Miranda this, she would've jumped to the idea before he concluded his brilliant plan. So, you can't, for the life of you, figure out why he's choosing you out of everyone else.

"Yes, but I don't want them." He answers with a shake of his head, leaning closer to the counter. You don't know why but something about that makes your chest warm. "I don't want a real girlfriend. I just need you to pretend to be."

Just like that, the feeling in your stomach dies.

"Pretend?" You repeat.

"Yes," he nods. "It's just like you said. I still have my vices. I don't want to give them up. I just want my dad to think I did."

"I still don't understand how this has anything to do with me," you furrow your brows together.

He sighs, out of frustration or impatience, you don't know. But, he goes to explain, "my dad once told me that John B was a reliable person. That he was a Pogue who was hard-working and determined. That's why he likes him for Sarah—because he hopes it would rub off on her too."

You nod slowly, connecting the dots as he continues. "You're a Pogue," he says with a huff, the title left his tongue with an ounce of disgust you were ready to throw him out of the bar again. "He likes to go on his good samaritan bullshit and employs people from The Cut for certain events. You were one of them."

It takes a second to remember what he was talking about. He's right. A couple of years ago, when you were eighteen, you got a catering job from the Camerons for some big business event. It was the most you made in your lifetime, from all the tips and drunk Kooks who wanted to give back to the poor.

But, he never employed you again.

"Do you see where I'm going now?"

You do, but you hate the attitude he's giving you. Like you were a Pogue who couldn't string together simple facts. Like you should've known what he's talking about.

"I do, but why the fuck you acting like I would've known the whole thing with John B?" You snap, and this surprises him for a moment. Taking a breath to cool the anger in your chest, you calm. "This doesn't explain why it has to be me."

His next statement comes off more nice. "My dad wants someone like that. I doubt he would approve of anyone else, and plus, I don't have to worry about you wanting something more. You clearly despise me."

That isn't true, but you do understand where he's coming from.

"So, let me get this straight." You start. "I'm basically an arm candy for you to parade around in front of your father while the rest of the time, you are free to drink and fuck whoever you want."

"I'm glad that Pogue brain of yours is catching up."

You glare at him, but say nothing else. Picking up the dirty rag off the counter, where you were planning on using to clean, you turn back to Rafe, "as much as I would love to play house with you, I don't have time. Unlike you, I have bills to pay and a job to do."

You turn your back to him but he stops you.

"I'll pay you."

You scoff. "It's not that," you say, because truly, it isn't. A few short-term payments for a couple of missed shifts isn't going to help you in the long-run. You're trying to revive Sailor, to make it a place where it can stand on its own. What is a couple of bucks going to do for that? "I'm sorry, but I don't have the time for it. You're going to have to find someone else."

"I don't want someone else."

He looks at you desperate, as if you would give in, and for a moment, you might. Perhaps it's because you're so used to helping others, or because you were raised to cater to people—to people like him—that your stomach cower at the thought of saying no. But, you have to stand firm on this. You don't have time to go out and party, much less spend your free-time parading around in his arms as some sort of trophy.

You were serious.

"I'm sorry, I truly am."

Your voice is filled with sympathy, and it softens him for a moment. But, that quickly passes as Rafe Cameron has to recoil with the idea that he didn't get what he wanted. Probably for the first time in his life.

With an annoyed huff, he slams the cash for the drinks he's been nursing and leaves.

You thought it would be the end of it.

Not knowing, by the end of this week, you will be known as Rafe's girlfriend.

— read part two —

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The massive list of SFW and NSFW Gale Dekarios headcanons

Gale of Waterdeep x Reader (Gn! for the most part)

A/N: the more I write Gale, the more in love with him I am. I started this before patch 5 and haven't been able to play it myself, so whoopsies if I just have to make another one of these. Lots of requests included in this one, to be expanded on later!

Gale is the most caring partner in the whole group. Followed by karlach and Wyll

He would much rather do everything for you than anything for him

This means he often over extends himself for you and you have to convince him to let you help him

Quality time and words of affirmation are his main love languages. All he wants is time alone with you, and he will do so much to make that happen

Gale actually sets up his tent to be as comfortable as possible because you don't have your own tent, and he doesn't mind at all if you sleep in his

eventually you basically just sleep in his tent exclusively, platonically at the moment. Sleeping on other sides or with a blanket between you

It isn't until you wake up from a particularly bad nightmare that your accidental touches aren't followed by apologies. Not quite embracing but not flinching away

He held you that night, wrapping his arms around you, his hands were big, soft, and comforting. He didn't speak until you did, who knows how long that was. All he said was "You're safe. It's ok."

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He truly believes he doesn’t deserve you and that weighs kind of heavy on him

That shows in his body movements, confidence, still hesitant to be close to you physically in an extremely subtle way

With more flirting, more talking, more late nights close together, but still apart, still a gap in your embrace

Gale is still in touch with his sexuality and sex, but sex is different than love making. And he knew, when he fully let you in, when he’s finally stable and his mind, body, and soul were ready, he’d make love to you

Your first time together was for the most part, pretty talked through. You set your boundaries and safe word pretty fast

He’d stop at some point, pull back and just admire you

Stop is used lightly because he’s definitely still inside you and just very slowly still pumping in and out of you

“You’re absolutely ravishing.”

And he’d give himself fully to you

Gods he’d be all over you after, so touchy, even if not sexual in nature, any tough felt electric

Gale holds your waist more than your hand, it feels more romantic, showing you off to the world as someone that chose him. It’s really sweet, the first time he does it, he hand trembled a bit, he thought he was smooth enough for you not to tell but you could definitely feel it

Don’t get me wrong, he is confident and cocky at times, everyone knows that. But with you somehow, he feels nervous that you deserve more than he could give

Part of your early relationship is making sure he knows he’s wanted and loved and more than anything you could have wished for

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Cuddling is always fun because it usually end up with fucking

If you’re the big spoon? He becomes such an angel and snuggles into your touch

If he’s big spoon he’s immediately turned on by everything, you being so close into him, your ass pressed against him, so many beautiful places for him to touch

Always ends in side fucking, just pulling your underwear down just enough to grind his cock on your bare ass

It’s also just convenient and easy if you’re getting busy while the others are sleeping in camp

But many days your time has you weak and just ready for rest, but you're both more horny than tired

that's when mutual masturbation becomes a daily routine, which never really leaves, even when you aren't as tired and have more privacy

he likes you call you his cherished work of art, seeing you spread for him is like a painting

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One night in baldurs gate, you stay up into the morning drinking and talking in a bar, they only kicked you out when they literally were an hour last close, keeping it open because you had bought so much

It was literally anything, just talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Past pets, stupid haircuts growing up, embarrassing failures

That was the night everyone else really realized how deeply in love you two were

Like sure there was romance but real true love, with sparks

They absolutely made fun of you when you finally stumbled to your camp and passed out all day crammed into the small one person beds

I like to believe Astarion drew a stick figure version of y’all’s sleeping position to make fun of you when you woke

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Once you’ve moved in with him he gets more and more turned on by you every day

You could be doing nothing and he’d grab your thigh and give you such a dirty look of lust

Not even three months in and ya'll have fucked on every surface possible, knocked over many books, and accidentally broke a vase and a bit in the shower

For the most part, your cozy days consist of him reading, and you beside him, feet resting on his lap

If you're a bard, of course he's going to ask you to practice and play around him and while you relax together, his favorite sounds all come from your sweet melodies

if you drink you definitely share a bottle of wine throughout the day

When Gale get's tipsy he just gets lovey and nerdy

telling you about a favorite bit of history or a spell, interrupting himself to compliment you "Gods you're beautiful, have I told you that today, dear?" and "And that's how the stars fell in love with- that top is stunning my love, mind if I take it off?"

cooking is fun yet very stressful unless he has a drink in hand

it's his kitchen and he's not used to company in it, so he often bumps into you or doesn't know where to say something is, so he just ends up getting it for you

I have a feeling this man is super into coffee and the roasts

like he's an absolute snob over it. A whole glass cupboard is dedicated to bags of coffee from where ever he travels

"Just too dark of a roast, it muddies the hazelnut flavor" (yes I believe he's a whole bean light roast lover)

Maybe you get a normal, non-speaking cat for yourself and just to have a bigger family in your home

I'd imagine a very reckless black or ginger cat who tara takes a VERY long time to love

but it's your and Gales cat. It's a thing you own together and love dearly

There's also a self of cards, board games, etc, for your date nights in

Gale legitimately is just as happy if you win than if he, if not more happy for you

He often takes a while to take his turn because he's distracted by you

super sweet but makes games feel much longer

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aajjks · 1 year

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FUCK! (I)

synopsis. You hated your roommate but he had the biggest crush on you, fuck.

pairing: fboy!jk x fem!reader

genre: f2l, e2l, roommates au, fboy au (wow so many cliches), comedy au, mature themes, bad language, sex jokes.

warnings. simpy simp koo. soft koo, sentimental koo, yns got some issues, relationship issues, fuckboy koo, hater yn(?), cringey, he’s so nosy, jealousy, bad first date, yn is a heartbreaker actually, they are both very blunt w each other lmaoo.

disclaimer. this is purely fictional and this doesn’t represent bts’ jungkook irl. mature themes 18+ content ahead. mdni. ps. this jungkook thinks w his dick 👍

note. SHARE FEEDBACK AND ENJOY! xx also I’ve been having the worst migraines for the last two days so plz forgive my shitty writing.

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“You look hot, going somewhere?”

Jungkook looked at you, his eyes carefully watched you as you came out of your room, you looked up to see him, there he was, sitting against the kitchen counter with a bottle of soju in his hands.

“Thanks for confirming. Yes I am.” You replied, looking for your red heels. You had put them right outside your room at the halls walls.

“I think your heels are there.” Jungkook pointed to the opposite side of the wall and you hmm, muttering a ‘thank you’ as you pick them up and wear them.

“Goodness I think I’m kinda late already.” You huff in disappointment. Jungkook chuckles at that making you stop what you’re doing and you roll your eyes at him.

“It’s not funny, jeon.” Jungkook shrugs. “I didn’t say it was, but it’s just such a you thing, yn.” He’s got that playful smile on his lips, “you’re always late.” He states it as a matter of fact.

Your housemate is so annoying.

“Haha okay.” You reply to him sarcastically. Jungkook winks at you.

“So is it a date?”

And very nosy too.

“Why do you care? But yes.” You pick up the purse and your coat, wearing in a hurry. “I don’t know, we’ll see how it goes though.”

Jungkook nods, his lips pursed together in a straight line. “When is it going to be my turn yn?”

That question makes you stop in your tracks.

“When can I take you out on a real date?”

You sigh, “jungkook.” You don’t know how to say it, he knows the answer but he always asks the same question again and again.

“You just broke up with your girlfriend.” You remind him, grabbing your keys. “And never” It’s hard for you to be so blunt about this, but you have to be honest.

He’s not your type.

“You’re not my type.”

You hear his tongue click and he gets up from the seat to walk up to you.

“Ouch. Too bad you are my type.” He confesses. “But it’s okay. I’ll just have to wait and convince you.” He rolls his arms across his chest.

“Have fun.” He winks again and stares at you in a weird way, almost like if he was heartbroken, you gaze back at him and it makes you feel like a bitch.

but you know better.

Guys like Jungkook were never heartbroken. Guys like him broke hearts.

“Thanks jeon, you too.”

And you can’t afford to have your heart broken again.

You feel like it’s almost and truly hypocritical of you to go on a date whilst keep rejecting Jungkook.

And this is not fun either.

“Umm, I don’t really have anything fun to share about me.” You are not sure of what to say or how to make this conversation go forward.

It’s been so long since you’ve been on a date.

And this guy? You’re not too sure about what to feel about this. “It’s okay. I know it can be hard but, you do seem interesting to me,” He seems okay. But you are not too sure if you want this to go further.

And it’s not him that’s the problem.

You are.

“Also the food was quite good? No?” Your date, Hyun-Jae asks you, you smile despite your inner dilemma and nod. “Thank you, I really did enjoy this time with you.”

A lie.

You did not, actually this was a mistake, you had just wasted a nice guy’s time. Why did you even agree to this? You weren’t ready emotionally for dating again.

This was a bad decision and you feel so bad.

“So? It’s quite late now? Would you like for me to take you home?” You stand and the man follows. “Umm actually Hyun-Jae? You go ahead, I’ll manage.”

The smile of Hyun-Jae falters.

Damn, you really are a bitch

God, the guilt that’s weighing down on you has you feel suffocating, your past relationships have fucked you up so bad.

You give him a small smile and bow your head, the guy doesn’t speak a word and does the same, you pick up your stuff and pull out your wallet to get the cash out, you put it on the table and signal the waiter.

“I’m sorry.” That all you say before you leave the restaurant.

You don’t think you’re capable of dating someone anymore.

Jungkook feels so distracted.

For the last few hours, especially since you left. His mind has been fixated on the same thing.

You looked so incredibly beautiful in that dress.

And someone else had the privilege of seeing that so closely, probably. He munches on the popcorn harder, so much that he almost bites his tongue.

Jungkook wants you so bad.

The movie plays yet it fails to interest him, your thoughts are enough to keep him occupied, he doesn’t understand this infatuation that he has with you, his roommate or housemate.

You are so effortlessly beautiful, that’s for sure, you’re so different from what he’s used to when it comes to women.

You have him hooked.

But you don’t want him, you’ve made that clear since day 1. It is unfortunate for him.

But maybe it’s his karma.

Jungkook’s eyes are fixed on the large screen but the frustration doesn’t die down.

He wishes you’d want him too, give him a chance to prove that he can change. He can change for you.

Meaningless sex is actually worthless to him now, it doesn’t help him get over this huge crush that he has on you.

And his methods of ‘getting over you’ aren’t the most moralistic, they don’t help his case either.

No matter how much clear Jungkook makes his interest in you, you keep on rejecting him.

Maybe this is what he deserves for being a fuck boy.

A chance at love gone.

Before Jungkook can sulk into the couch even more, the door opens, his ears perk up at the sound of your keys juggling and he tilts his head, muting the film.

“Welcome back, yn.” He stands up as you come in, putting the bowl of popcorn down, you greet him back, shutting the door behind you.

“Hey jeon.” You look at your roommate and see a silly smile on his face. “Bad date I’m guessing?” He grabs your coat and purse as you sit down on the couch.

Your feet hurt a lot.

“Bad me.” You sigh sadly. Jungkook sits down beside you, looking at you with his brown eyes filled with curiosity.

“What do you mean?” He asks you and you close your eyes.

He’s going to think you’re so stupid.

“Yeah no I just… in the middle of the dinner with such a nice guy I realised my relationship issues. I can’t be a good partner.”

He doesn’t reply, Jungkook knows you well. His feelings pushed aside, Jungkook knows you have a lot going on.

“Jungkook I feel so bad…” you don’t look at him but he can tell you’ve got tears in your eyes. It makes his heart clench.

“Yn..” he calls out your name, moving closer to you to hold you tight. “It’s okay.” He pulls you into his embrace and you don’t resist, letting him take you into his arms.

Jungkook holds you so close to his heart.

It feels so good to him, that is a foreign feeling for him.

“It happens, you’ve been through so much. I’m sorry.” He apologises to you, “you’re perfect though, y’know?” His hands caress your shoulders.

“Even though I used to be such a fuckboy? I too used to have a ton of bad dates.” He laughs, you laugh too, it makes him happy.

“You’re still a fuckboy, koo.” You reply, and he tells you to shut up.

“That’s not the point yn. But if you feel so sad, let’s have some ice cream together and watch a movie and you can vent all you want.”

“I’ll always listen to you, your dear fuckboy is here for you!”

It only makes you laugh harder. And he can’t stop smiling like a fool hearing you laugh so beautifully.

Maybe it was better to be a simp instead of a fuckboy.

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corroded-hellfire · 1 month

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Okay this is random but I work at a daycare and this little boy who’s about two years old looks exactly like his dad and their eyes are just so blue and distinctive but he has his mom’s hair and I was just wondering if you could write something like that with Eddie x reader, I just think it would be so cute to see their little mini me ! I love your work so sos much no pressure if you don’t want to of course:)

Eddie as a father? If only I had some experience writing that 😜 I hope you enjoy your and Eddie’s little mini me!

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“Can you believe it?”

“No. I mean, it’s been two years and no.”

Max and Dustin sit on the floor of your living room, watching your son rummage through the toy box on the other side of the deep brown coffee table until he finds something suitable to play with his babysitters.

Bret settles on his Fisher Price Rescue Hero action figures and tries to collect as many of them in his tiny arms as he can. A few curly strands of hair fall into his eyes which he shakes out of the way as well as he can manage in this position. Satisfied with the haul he’s gathered, he lugs himself out of the toy box and toddles back over to his favorite aunt and uncle. At least that’s what Max and Dustin tell themselves.

“He’s like their clone,” Max speaks softly as Bret sits down and spreads the toys around his small body to get a better look. “Dad’s hair curls. Mom’s hair color.”

“Dad’s eye color, Mom’s skin tone. Jesus, I’d swear Eddie grew him in a lab if he knew the first thing about science.”

“Technically, Bret is here because of biology,” Max teases as the two-year-old in question hands the redhead a construction worker action figure.

“The one aspect of science Eddie’s willing to experiment with time and time again,” Dustin says.

“Hmm?” the little boy asks Max, having heard her say his name.

“Huh?” Max asks, looking down at the youngest Munson. “Oh. Um, what game are we playing?”

“We playin’ heroes!” Bret announces, having the firefighting action figure he’s holding fly in an arc over his head.

“Are they superheroes?” Dustin asks. He lays flat on his stomach to be more on an equal level with the toddler. Action figures of every occupation are spread out in front of him on the plush navy blue carpet.

“Not all,” Bret says with a shrug, which is the spitting image of one of your usual quirks.

“Which one do you want to be?” Max asks.

Bret’s eyes scan the variety of toys laid out around him, his small tongue peeking out from between his lips as he thinks about it. Max can’t help but chuckle at the familiar image in front of her, just on a smaller scale.

“I don’t know!” Bret pouts, his lower lip jutting out. He slumps down on the carpet, his head coming to rest on his Uncle Dusty’s shoulder.

“Aw, come on, Mini Munson.” Dustin rolls onto his back and lifts Bret over his head. The two-year-old giggles wildly and starts to kick his feet as if he’s trying to swim away. The laughter is so loud and piercing that none of the three hear the front door opening.

“Careful,” Eddie says as he walks into the room, you trailing just behind him. “He had a few waffles for breakfast, and I don’t want to see them come back up over Uncle Dusty’s face.”

Bret giggles—slightly evilly—as if this would be hilarious.

You set your purse down and slip your shoes off, throwing Max a smile.

“How was the troublemaker?”

“The usual amount of trouble,” she tells you.

“So, nowhere near as much as his father. Got it.”

Your husband walks towards Dustin, ready to scoop your son up out of his grip, but the little boy squeals and dodges his hands.

“Hey,” Eddie pouts, which only makes Bret giggle. “Bret Michael Munson. Are you trying to escape your old man?”

“Yeah!” he replies cheerfully, making Dustin laugh.

Eddie softly kicks his best friend’s shoulder with his socked foot.

Across the room, Max accepts the glass of water you hand her.

“How was your afternoon date?” she asks.

“It was fun. The weather’s really nice and I beat Eddie by three points because he couldn’t hit his ball through the little windmill,” you say with a giggle.

“You’re definitely going to have to be the one to teach Bret to play mini golf,” Max says.

The two of you look over to your son, where he seems to be the object of a game of keep away between Eddie and Dustin. Bret giggles wildly, his face scrunching up in a way that makes the tip of his nose wiggle.

“It’s so crazy how much he looks like you when he scrunches his face like that,” Max says, shaking her head in amazement.

Bret must’ve caught his aunt’s words because he looks over at the two of you, a tiny furrow between his brows.

“But Mommy’s a girl!” he protests.

You blow him a kiss and he’s quickly sucked back into whatever game he’s playing with the guys.

Once Bret is tuckered out from the roughhousing, he plops down on Dustin’s chest and Eddie makes his way over to you. He catches wind of your and Max’s conversation of how your son looks just like the two of you. When Max slips away to grab her things, Eddie places his hands on your hips from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Wanna make another one and see if they look more like you or me?”

Just the thought sends a pleasant tingle down your spine.

“You’re on, Munson. Meet me in our room. Nap time.”

“Bret’s or mine?”

A snort of laughter bursts out of you, causing Eddie to smile and only hold onto you tighter.

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neuvistar · 2 months

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maryse girlie h..how do you think…biker!blade fucks you…

been thinkin’ abt this HARD 4 days nonstop god bless u anon

biker!blade x fem!reader. cw. blowie, cunniligus, use of nicknames, riding, v4ginal fingering, blade referred as “yingxing” twice(?), mentions of smoking n cigarettes. minors dni. (biker blade is my dream ride)

BIKER!BLADE who is willing to fuck you anyway you want him to! you want him to eat you out? his tongue is already lapping at your warmth! you want him to fuck you from behind? he’s already ramming into you from behind tugging at your hair, you went him to finger you? his fingers are already teasing at your clit. it’s best to say that blade is willing to fuck you anytime any-day and any hour, as long as he’s in the mood for it!

BIKER!BLADE who would have you ride him on his lap while you both sat on his newest motorcycle he recently bought, hands squeezing at the fat of your ass.. that stupid coy smirk on his face. “this was your idea. why are you crying, pretty girl? can’t take big dick anymore? thought i stretched out this pussy enough.” god, he’s so annoying sometimes. you could tell he enjoyed taunting you, jerking his hips forward to thrust himself inside your overstimulated cunt, small tears streaming down your face with pure ecstasy you couldn’t explain, not even to the stars. “mm.. so how do you like this new motorcycle?” you wanted to open your mouth to speak, your words immediately got caught in your throat as a whine left instead when he began to pound your pretty pussy, his large hand gently placed on the back of your head.. that stupid smirk on his face. “well? do you like it?” “.. i— fuck.. i do!” “louder, angel. let me hear you.”

BIKER!BLADE would smoke often, it’s like every time you see him.. you always see him puffing up a cigarette. it’s hot to say the least, especially when you suck him off. he took a puff from his cigarette, the entire room smelled like complete bounce that ass a deep woody aroma, a scent that drove you crazy from how strong it was.. but you didn’t care much. blade gazed down on you from above, his cock throbbing in your mouth. cockhead hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. his hands gripped your hair tighter, pulling your head harder against his crotch, putting that damned cigarette near his lips again as he took another puff. your tongue swirled around his member desperately, feeling the veins of his cock brush against your wet muscle. “that’s it, keep going. keep sucking my cock until i’m done with this cigarette.” blade slowly leaned closer, bringing his voice down to a whisper. “.. it’s gonna take awhile. don’t take those eyes off of me, keep that pretty mouth on my cock.”

BIKER!BLADE is willing to try new things with you, especially if it meant fingering you beneath the moonlight at an empty parking lot. his fingers are good, you can’t deny that. he’s obsessed with fingering you, he loves how slick your pussy can get from his fingers alone, hips jerking forward to let you feel how hard he gets, a low yet deep chuckle rumbling from his throat. “what? you can’t take it? remember what i told you, baby.. big girls can take this. your pussy should be used to my fingers by now, c’mon.. show me that you’re a big girl.” curling his fingers within your pussy sent you in absolute shambles, the way he curled them could be enough for you to release all over his digits. the tip of his fingers found your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. “nngh.. yingxing p-please..” you begged, your body aching for more. “don’t worry, angel.. i won’t stop until you’re screaming my name.” he increased the pace of his fingers, switching between rubbing your cunt and thrusting his fingers inside, his chin on your shoulder as he held you firmly against him.. his hair brushing against your skin.

BIKER!BLADE who would set you down on his motorcycle and eat you out, keeping a soft and firm grip on your hips so you don’t fall! to be honest, i’m sure you’d be afraid of tipping over because of how good he was getting in there. blade couldn't help but marvel at the sight before you, your body.. your skin glistening with sweat and desire. his tongue, the instrument of your delight continued its dance, each flick and lick drawing moans from your lips. be could feel your body tremble, each shudder making him harder, wanting to tease you further. “such a sweet girl you are, huh? letting me eat your pussy while your juices drip right on my motorcycle.” a low chuckle left his throat as he gazed at you, your eyes closed, your face a picture of ecstasy. “y—yingxing.. ‘m gonna fall..” you murmured softly, your body arched like a silent plea for more, and he couldn't resist. he plunged his tongue deep inside you, savoring the taste of your arousal. “oh you’re gonna be fine, sweetheart. just sit there and look pretty for me.”

BIKER!BLADE who would have such good stamina. not only does he have stamina on the roads, he has stamina in the sheets too. “ugh.. fuck this pussy’s good, angel. can’t get enough of it.” his erection was hard and ready, your eyes locking onto him with a hunger that matched his own. blade positioned himself between your legs, his gaze never leaving yours. “again?” you asked, your voice breathy and soft. that same cocky grin that belied his nerves. "always for you, angel. this dick is yours, so take it.”

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unholy drabble #2 | jjk (m)

pairing boyfriend!jk x reader

genre/au’s smùt (are we surprised?)

summary your boyfriend has you worked up over his body proportions after the vogue magazine becomes available.

word count 1.3k

author’s note this isn't proofread, again some silly stuff cause we got absolutely wrecked with the content today. i hadn't expected to even do a second part to this 'drabble' series ummmm anywho dshjfgdjhfg enjoy this filth. @btscontentenjoyer you're at fault for this.

you knew that jungkook was the creative direction for the project for vogue. yet he left out a tiny detail.

he would be wearing a crop top and showcasing that fucking waits of his.

when you had first received the magazine, you were thrilled to see deeper into the concepts of time that your boyfriend had picked out. you just hasn’t expected to see him so… fuckable, all spread out and screaming the words ‘use me’ in his position.

raising an eyebrow as you study the picture of him, you look up to see jungkook singing loudly to that that while cooking for the both of you. it still amazes you how he’s able to do both so well. this duality will be the cause of death one day, but for now you’re just extremely affected by your boyfriend.

therefore, you stand up, closing the magazine and walking towards him. jungkook doesn't react until your arms wrap around his waist, squeezing him tight as he mumbles a sweet; “hi baby.”

“smells good.” you kiss his neck, inhaling the sent of kimchi fried rice. jungkook giggles, grabbing a spoonful to make you taste.

“tell me if you like it.” you wrap your lips around the silver spoon, carefully taking a bite to avoid getting burned and after a few seconds, your eyes pop open by the taste.

“i love it.” you finish chewing, jungkook returning to make sure it doesn’t burn, the scraping of a wooden spoon hitting a pan erupting in your kitchen.

“you know what else i love…?”

jungkook raises an eyebrow, “me?”

you chuckle, pecking his cheek. “of course i love you but… this.” your hands trail underneath his t-shirt, feeling the soft skin on your palm as your squeeze his waist. “i fucking love your waist, you’re so pretty baby.” you nuzzle your nose in his neck, causing a light tickle.

“fuck.” jungkook breathes out, enjoying the feeling of how your arms so easily wrap around him. he feels small, delicate in your gentle touch and just as he’s about to tell you that food is almost ready, you drop down on your knees and pamper it with kisses.

you love showing admiration to jungkook’s body, it’s something you’ll never grow tired of, because have you seen him?!

“o-oh—“ jungkook almost loses his grip on the spoon while his shirt is half ridden up, your mouth and tongue kissing him all over where you love holding him.

“so tiny.” you murmur, “you’re so hot.”

jungkook grows flustered over the way you so effortlessly compliment him and his appearance. here he has been dating you for almost five years and he still manages to get shy when you say the smallest thing about him.

“d-dinner’s ready.”

you remove your lips, too hungry to continue whatever you were starting and get up to set the table. jungkook is in awe over how quickly you act as if you didn’t just let yourself fall to your knees over his waist.

as you eat the food, jungkook can’t stop thinking about how you held him, how your lips felt on the edges of his skin as you spoke so honestly about him. it starts affecting him and before he knows it, he’s growing hard under the table while you mindlessly swallow what’s in front of you.

“you’re suddenly quiet, do you not like it?” it’s not hard for you to notice when your boyfriend is quiet and wants to remain silent, and usually it means something is bothering him. you assume it’s the food, because his plate has barely been touched meanwhile yours are left with a few crumbs.

“no no, it’s just.” jungkook sighs, slumping in his chair. “love when you compliment me.” he mumbles the last part, fiddling with his fingers.

you don’t hesitate to get up, and sit down on his lap which causes jungkook to gasp.

“i will never stop showering you with compliments, have you seen yourself?!” you joke around, but internally mean every word and jungkook can defuse the humor and the seriousness in your comment.

“i love you.” he kisses your lips softly and you melt into his touch. his hands are roaming on your back as you continue kissing, tongues intertwining to meet each other halfway.

you don’t hesitate to bring your hands down to his waist again, loving how it feels under your palm as jungkook’s mouth moves to kiss you on your neck.

“you’re so good to me.” he whispers against your skin and your mouth drops, loving the feeling of his mouth on your neck.

“j-jungkook.”

it’s a quickie as some would call it, because frankly you just need him this instant. you fiddle with the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them in one go as jungkook helps you out by raising himself a little.

he’s already hard, waiting for you to do anything. you spit directly on it, stroking him as you bring your lips back on his. jungkook has trouble kissing you back, mouth agape and small moans escaping with each breath.

“f-fuck.” he hisses when your hand moves upwards, thumbs playing with his wet slit and that’s when patience runs thin. with one hand still gripping tightly onto his waist, you use your free hand to free you from the loose fitted sweatpants. they fall in an instant and jungkook being as impatient as you, runs his fingers on your wet core, pulling the fabric aside and letting himself feel just how wet you are.

“can’t believe i can get you this wet.” he breathes out, continuing to move his fingers as your grip on his cock goes back to a mix of slow and rapid strokes.

“need you.” you admit when his thumb starts toying with your clit.

he removes his hand, watching you sink down on him slowly, your heat engulfing him further. a synchronized gasp from each of you slips out when you’re fully settled down.

you don’t ever drop your hold on jungkook’s waist, even when you start riding him, bouncing up and down as jungkook bites down on your earlobe.

it’s as if a mutual agreement is made when you don’t ever slow down, wanting to chase that high you’ve yearned for since you saw that picture of him in that magazine and the same counts for jungkook who’s been waiting after your form of teasing in the kitchen.

you’re surprised the chai doesn’t fall off at any minute, despite the thrusts being firm and hard, skin slapping against skin filling the dining room, mixed with your sweet moans all together.

your eyes keep slipping downwards, watching how jungkook’s cock disappears inside of you with each bounce. foreheads are leaned on each other, breaths mingled as the orgasm is close to washing over you both.

“come on baby, wanna see you cum.” jungkook whispers, biting your bottom lip in encouragement, sensing your legs are already about to give out. you hadn’t really expected to be riding him in the middle of you both eating dinner, but then again your relationship with jungkook is full of surprises.

“you’re so perfect, fuck—“ you moan, gripping his waist harsher as your pace turns more precise. jungkook can feel himself grow close, bringing his thumb on your clit and rubbing it in slow circles. the extra feeling of stimulation has you nearing the orgasm much closer than you expected.

“i’m about to—“

“me too, baby, come on.”

it’s all that’s needed for the final band to snap, causing you to tense as you come undone all over jungkook, while his cock twitches inside of you, filling you up.

as you both come down from your high, you caress his stomach, giving it small rubs and pamper his cheeks with kisses.

“my perfect boy.” you mutter, jungkook’s heart hammering in his chest over your words.

he’s so fucking lucky.

“remind me to thank vogue for putting me in a crop top.” he jokes with you, and you smile against his skin. “shut up and eat your food.”

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