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dreamtofus · 3 months

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don’t let me freeze

Summary: Daryl fucks you in his jacket in the freezing cold.

Word count: 712

Author’s note: this is my favorite thing I’ve written so far LOL also female reader

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The breeze runs through your hair while the leaves crunch beneath the soles of your loosely laced Converse. It’s chilly but your sweater keeps you somewhat satisfied. The breeze doesn’t seem to bother the sturdy man alongside you, who is only wearing his leather jacket with a long sleeve under it.

You glance over at him, meeting his eyes. Dusk is starting to set and your feet ache after the long exploration, nowhere near home.

“I think we should settle down here,” You suggest to the archer, bringing some attention to the quickly setting sun.

“Yer.. Guess so.”

The two of you start collecting twigs and dry brush to start a fire. Once lined with a circle of rough rocks, Daryl gets started on making a fire.

Once it finally lights, the two of you huddle together next to it. You allow yourself to lean into him, enjoying his body warmth.

“Do you ever think about what it was like before… y’know? The way we adapted to this… lifestyle.” You genuinely ask, stirring up conversation.

His hands wrap around your waist and pull you in, “Naw, cus then I wouldn’t have found you… Besides, I was built for this.”

His response makes you giggle as your noses gently brush each other. You wrap your arms around his broad neck and gently press a kiss to his lips. He tastes like ash and candy cigarettes. His hands trail up under your sweater, raising soft goosebumps.

Your hips gently sway atop his knee as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Your hands anchor in his hair, pulling gently at the roots.

You work on removing his jacket, laying it to the side. He starts to peel your sweater off, and your shirt is next to follow. The cold bite of the night gnaws at your bare skin. You shudder, pressing yourself closer to him in search of warmth.

After he undoes your jeans, you kick them off along with your shoes. His rough denim jeans rub against your bare thighs, which are laced with tiny bumps and bruises. Daryl picks up his leather jacket which was thrown to the side, and threads your arms through the thick sleeves.

The jacket is big and bulky, but it provides some shelter from the wind. You smile at him before meeting his mouth. Your nipples poke through your lightly lined lacy bra. He pulls away just to admire you in his jacket. His hands rest on your hips.

“Shoulda done this sooner huh? When it wasn’t cold?” He chuckles and brushes his fingers over your breasts.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” You roll your eyes and scoff in response, pushing his hand off you.

He unfastens his belt and lowers his jeans slightly, revealing himself. He pulls your panties to the side and you line yourself up, taking the plunge.

He swiftly bottoms you out, making you both gasp in response. Your jaw clenches as you adapt to the feeling. His hands trail underneath your (well, his) jacket, making circles on your hip.

You slowly start to rock yourself back and forth, then work yourself up to a light bounce. His hand stops making circles, flattening itself against your back for support, while the other hand reaches between the two of you to graze your clit.

Light moans escape from his gritted teeth, “Goddamn girl…”

“Fuck Daryl! You’re so fucking good”

Delicate slapping and heated breaths fill the forest air as you feel that knot forming.

You huff into his ear, “Fuck I-I’m…”

He shushes you with an open kiss while you finally reach that high, blinded by an array of feelings.

He helps you pump your hips a few more times and finally releases inside you.

You playfully slap his arm and glare at him. After he buckles his belt, he slips your panties back into place.

“God you’re fucking awful,” You groan as you start to lay on your side.

He lays down next to you and pulls you closer into you, “That’s not what yer were saying five minutes ago.”

You giggle before nuzzling into his chest, ignoring your bunched-up sweater and jeans in the corner.

“Love ya girl,” He grumbles.

The comforting warmth puts you to sleep before you can reply.

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your girl is going crazy and insane

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cravingcoldoreocake123 · 2 months

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Choose to love

• You ignore everyone’s warnings and fall in love with him, but how well will that turn out for you?

• Warnings: Angst, unprotected sex, written porn (literally, find out for yourself ;) ), female reader, fluff, use of y/n, Happy ending. —————————————𝜗𝜚———————————-

“How hard is it for you to stop ignoring me and pretend you don’t love sneaking into my room every night?” You push him by the chest but it doesn’t seem to startle him nor does he stumble back upon the impact, and it frustrates you even more. How could he be so nonchalant and muggy? What does he even get out of pretending you mean nothing to him, you’ll never know. Heat floods your cheeks as you remember the endless amount of times he bumped your shoulder making you trip while also making sure to not spare you even one glance, or when you waved at him and all you received back were nonchalant glares instead of a smile or a wave, and you lower your hand as his dirty group of friends make fun of your pathetic attempt to talk to him.

You woke up earlier every day just to look pretty for him, you put on more makeup than you did before him, washed your hair and dried it, curled it even. Put on your nicest clothes, that you were now running out of and checked yourself in the mirror for what seemed like the millionth time, inspecting your face closely in case he spots a flaw you missed. The thing is, you put in a lot of effort for him, you wanted to look so pretty he wouldn’t even think of looking at another girl. You headed to grab breakfast with Astoria, you filled your plate less and less every day, trying to keep your weight in check while making sure he doesn’t think of you as less classy or less feminine, which didn’t make sense at all. Sure he was in your room every other night telling you how much he loves fucking you full of his cum, but for some reason he couldn’t act right when you’re around others.

“I forgot we even had homework, Snape’s gonna give me an earful today, ugh.” Astoria groans as you two walk arm in arm to the dining hall. “Wait, he gave us homework?! I don’t remember Snape… what?” You stop in your tracks when your sight lands on Matteo’s arm around a little blonde as she buries her head deep in his neck, giggling, making Astoria trip and drop her books. “What on earth are you doing?” She lowers down to grab her belongings, and raises her head to glance at you, but her face drops as soon as she follows your sight, “No. He. Didn’t.”

“I’m sure they’re just friends… right? I mean he- he wouldnt…?” You weren’t sure if you were lying to yourself to feel better, or to Astoria to not look like a complete fool. She had an idea of what was going on between you two and she did warn you of him, but to no avail. “Honey… she’s practically sucking him dry of his blood, “friends” don’t do that.” Your heart quite literally falls down to your ass. You couldn’t tell when you started crying, but multiple tears followed as soon as the first one dropped, sliding and pooling on your chin.

Astoria nudged your arm and pulled you slightly to follow her to your table, but your body refused to move, and your eyes couldn’t dare rip away from the sight in front of you. You were sure you made a fool of yourself, the hairs on your skin stood up as you suddenly became conscious of your surroundings, you could hear every whisper, every laugh and every snicker, and you were certain they were about you, every pair of eyes was glued on you and it made you feel trapped, you didn’t know whether to head to your table and pretend like nothing happened or to run out and not look back, whichever it was, you begged your feet to move and put you out of your misery, but your knees almost gave out as he looked your way, his sweet eyes carefully lingered on your body, and then finally landed on your own.

You felt nauseous as he tilted his head to the side in an attempt to provoke you, and the right corner of his lip lifted, flashing you his white teeth in an innocent little smirk. You felt more anger than pain at that moment, and you didn’t know how or when, but your legs carried you his way. The girl that was previously sat on his lap smelled trouble and wiggled her way out of his arms and went on her merry way before you reached them. You stopped in front of him and Astoria ran behind you pulling you from the scene. “It’s not worth it, he’s not worth it let’s go.” But you wanted to hurt him, you wanted him to feel the stinging you felt when you saw him with her, when he ignored you, when he embarrassed you, and when he creeped his way out of your bed the mornings after like a little skeez. So you smiled at him, and raised your palm as high as you could and landed it on his cheek, as hard as you could.

His face turned the other way around due to the… impact. And his friends snickered and gasped around the table, “Didn’t know you had that in you, y/n.” Draco snickered, “Shut up or it’ll be you next, Malfoy.” Astoria responded, crossing her arms and glaring at him, and god if looks could kill Malfoy would have been six feet deep minutes ago. Your attention turned back to Mattheo as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking at his friends and then you, and you couldn’t quite decipher what emotion his eyes held, you were sure it wasn’t regret considering his actions, but he seemed sorrowful… somehow. “Let’s not do this here, it’s not anyone’s business knowing what’s going on.” He stood up and tried to drag you along with him out of the room. However, you snatched your arm away from his grip and came closer to his face, “But you made it everyone’s business when she was sucking you dry of your blood and grinding down on your dick in front of everyone, remember?”

Mattheo stood up and stared at you for a good couple of seconds, before he bent down a little and picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed absolutely nothing. You hit and clawed his back and screamed at him to let you down but he walked away from the swarm of students all the way back to his dorm. “Put me down right now Mattheo! I’ll kick your face off.” However, despite your threats he didn’t stop and continued on walking. He finally reached his door, got in and kicked it shut with his foot. You scrunched your nose at the familiar smell of smoke and his cologne lingering in the room, and as he sets you down on his bed you recall the numerous times he put you down like this but under different circumstances, ones where he’d strip you both naked of clothes and make you take him like the good girl you are, you felt your core leaking at the memories but that couldn’t distract you enough from what he had done to you.

You stood up feeling nauseous and lost, you stumbled a bit and he extended his hands to try and steady you, but you backed up as tears started streaming down your face again. “No, no you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to break me then pick me up and try to glue me back together. You don’t get to give me the world and take it away from me that easily, God i- What does she have that I don’t, Mattheo? What did she give you that I didn’t? How could you make me feel like I was the only girl in the world then go and humiliate me like that? I don’t even know why I chose to ignore everyone’s warnings and let you make me so vulnerable like this, why could’t you prove them wrong Mattheo? Why?” You stopped to catch your breath but he took that opportunity to pull you flat to him and kiss you like he craved your lips for years on end. He cradled your face in his hands so delicately and kissed your tears away.

Your hand tangled in his hair, and you kissed him back with the same fiery passion, your tongues both stained of the salt in your tears, but it was short lived as you pushed him off of you and shook your head. “I can’t. I can’t let you in again. You’ve hurt me bad enough that it’ll scar me for a good while, I can’t let myself allow you to do it again.” Your eyes brimmed with tears and you hated yourself for it, you hated how weak and helpless he made you feel. But when you loved, you loved with every fiber in your being, so when shit backfires and goes wrong, you knew damn well it was gonna break you whole. Your knees started to give out at the wrong time, and you tried to hold yourself up but you still felt dizzy, this time he rushed to your side and held you ignoring your pleas for him to get away from you. “I’m here, okay? Please at least just let me take care of you right now, you can barely stand lovie.” Your heart warmed at the nickname, and you turned your face to stare at his with tired eyes, cursing at yourself for letting him get so close to you.

He picked you up again in his arms and set you down on his bed, he then rushed to get a cup of water and held it up to your lips as you looked up at him with bambi eyes. “There you go, good girl.” The cold water felt so soothing on your burning throat, and you closed you eyes savoring the feeling for a sweet while. He sets the cup down when you whine as a sign for him to stop, and he soon gets on the bed next to you. He sets his arm on your waist and pulls you close to his chest, and you let him. You laid your head on him and your muscles relaxed hearing his heartbeat. Your heart still felt heavy, and the scene of him smirking directly at you while she was on top of him still plagued your mind. He felt you tense up, and he raised his hands to your tear stained cheeks, and kissed your puffy eyes. “I always fucked up the things I love. I never felt important or secure, so now commitment scares me, it scares the shit out of me, I’m so scared i’ll get deserted by those I love so I just… leave before I get left, in attempt to save me and my feelings but I never thought of how it would make others feel. I realized you meant more to me than just a hookup, god my hands shook when I laid my eyes on you and my head hurt trying to comprehend how someone so fucking perfect could have interest in me. You scared me, I had never seen someone so delicate and angelic, you-” He stopped to stare at you, and suddenly his tears turned glassy with tears. Your eyebrows raised and your lips parted in shock to see him letting out such emotions. He sniffed and caressed your face, “I dreamed of you almost every night, and i thought about during the day, you never escaped my mind and it horrified me how someone else had such control over me, and me being the dumb fuck I am, I tried to suppress my feelings for you, and I tried to ignore you and hurt you so that you’d forget me, but it destroyed me inside. I was so scared of loving you, but I am terrified to not be able to do so now. Merlin, please forgive me, please forgive me. I had no idea what I was doing.” You looked up at him to find his face all red of shame, and his eyes wet with tears. You reached down to find him digging his nails so deep into his skin that blood started seeping out. He relaxed at your touch and let you interlock your fingers with his.

You leaned and kissed him, and he had never felt alive until then. You threw your arms around him and he deepened the kiss even more as he trapped you in his arms and switched your positions so that he was on top, and you were stuck under him. He pulled away to say something but you couldn’t let him away from you, and you latched your lips on his again. He whined as you bit his lip and you took that chance to slip your tongue in his mouth. His hands immediately grabbed your back and flipped you on your stomach, you yelped in surprise and he grinded down on your ass. “I’ve never seen such a pretty thing, you are everything I have dreamed of. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you, lovie.”

You moaned as he kept grinding on you, you had missed feeling all of him against you. He latched his lips on your neck marking it and you threw your hand back to tug at his hair, but he grabbed both of your hands and held them behind you. “I missed my girl so much, no one could ever compare to you.” His other hand had flown to your exposed thighs, gripping them as he sucked at your sweet spot, and when you moaned his name, he felt like he was going to lose it. He wandered higher and under you skirt, pushed your soaked panties aside and slipped a finger in you, pumping it slowly in and out of you. He twitched and leaked at every sweet little sound you made, he had missed you more than life, and everything he had screwed up- everything he tried to fix- he was certain you were his reward.

He pulled his finger out of you and put it to your lips to let you taste yourself, and he moaned at the sight, his dick ached to be inside of you. “God you are so fucking pretty.” You smiled shyly at the compliment, but you felt empty due to the lack of contact so you rutted along his cock, and he cursed at the feeling. He felt how soaked you were though the thick material of his jeans, and he smiled at how warm your cunt was for him. He flips you again to face him, and the smile still lingered on his lips at your beauty. He hurriedly takes your clothes off, leaving you in your underwear only, and he kisses you from your forehead all the way down to your clothed pussy. He strips you of your panties as well and the sight of it alone made him feel like he was gonna cum right there and then. He raises his face to kiss you gently before freeing himself of his clothes.

Your eyes wander down to his cock as he pumped himself a few times, and your cheeks redden at his length, he was big. Sure you had seen him and he has been inside you before but you never got used to his size. “You okay sweet girl?” You nod at him feeling a loss for words. “If you want me to stop just tap my shoulder, got it baby?” The effect this man had on you was ungodly, you couldn’t dare tear your eyes away from him, if god had favorites he was certainly at the top of the list. “Use your words honey.” He snaps you back to reality and you suddenly feel shy under his gaze. “I got it, I’m good.” “Good girl.” He says before he lines himself with your entrance and your hands fly to grip his broad shoulders, and he shoves himself inside of you slowly to not overwhelm you. The moment your velvet walls grips his cock, his shackles crumble and he sighs shakily at the feeling. You feel him lay his weight on you as he gripped your neck and hip to fuck you as deep as he could.

He started off slow and gentle so you’d get used to him, and as soon as he felt your body relax against him he picked up the pace, his hand wrapped around your neck keeps you grounded, and he squeezes it enough to make your eyes roll back from the amount of pleasure you’re feeling. His other hand slid to your tits, gripping them and rolling your nipples between his slender fingers, “My hands are yours.”

his cock fucked into your poor cunt even harder and somehow deeper, forcing you to grip the sheets at the feeling. “My cock’s yours.”

He kept fucking you as he angled his head down to reach your lips and he planted a sweet kiss on them. “My lips are yours.”

He grabbed your hand and put it to his chest, right above his fast beating heart, he made sure to let your hand there long enough you could feel it beating out of his chest. “And my heart’s sure as hell yours too, lovie.” Your own heart fluttered at his words, and you felt overwhelmed at how good he was making you feel. His hand still held your own tightly and you scratched his chest, arching your back as you cried out his name. “Fuck Mattheo. I’m.. close.” You could barely form words, and you dared to open your eyes and look at him, only to find him already admiring you, you couldn’t handle it and your cunt squeezed him tight. He groaned and choked your neck, nothing feels better than him buried balls deep inside you, fucking you full of his load.

Stars dotted your vision, and you used every ounce of energy you had left in you to wrap your legs around him, pulling him even closer, and he took that as a challenge to fuck you even better at that angle, and you felt your orgasm rocking through your body. “Are you close, princess? I can feel you squeezing me, honey.” He giggles a little and kisses the tip of your nose. “You’re gonna be the death of me. You’re taking me so well, love. You’re doing so good f’me.” His sweet words throw you over the edge and you moan as you release yourself on his dick, and he reaches his hand down between your bodies to rub your clit and overstimulate you. He buries his head in your neck as he feels himself getting closer, and you bite his shoulder as he abused it.

“I’m- I’m cumming- fuck-” his movements slow as he reaches his high, and you feel him fall limp on top of you after he pumps his cock in and out of you a few more times. He stays like that for a little while, and you raise your hands to play with his soft curls. He throws his arms around you and savors the moment, kissing your neck every now and then. “Thank you, for letting me in. I’m not gonna let anything or anyone hurt you, I love you.. I’m in love with you. I love you so much.” He looks up at you with his sweet eyes searching yours for a reply, and you flash him your sugary smile and his heart melts all over again. “I’ve loved you for a long time and I’m not planning on stopping.” You say, and he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and leans to your lips to kiss you so delicately, smiling between kisses.

“Do you want to go eat, lovie?”

“I can’t really move, Mattheo.” You say shyly, and he smirks at you as he gets up from the bed. And he cleans you and himself before helping you put your clothes back on, “I’ll carry you.” He shrugs, putting his shirt on. “Are you crazy? Everyone will know we fucked then.” You shook your head at him, straightening your skirt. “As if everyone doesn’t already know. You were screaming my name, darling, they know.”

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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Neighborly Love

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,446

Summary: Bucky is your new neighhor and tension has been building since he moved in so when the water in his apartment stops working he comes to you first.

Author’s Note: So my dear love @mickeyhenrys made this edit for me and it sparked an idea because omg it’s glorious and Bucky in glasses is just 🔥🔥🔥and it all happened while we were thirsting over the recent pics of Seb and his MAN BUN! YUM! Thank you so much love and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you darling Daisy🥰

Warnings: Fun, flirty, some fluff, some tension, the doorbell is a pain in the butt, i-mpl-ie-d s-e-x-y time

The below edit is NOT MINE: credit goes to @mickeyhenrys thank you again my lovely

I’m also including the pic of Seb and his beefy bun below the cut because YES

After a long debate with yourself over whether or not you want to walk to the bathroom in just your tee shirt and panties you decide to make a run for it so you can wash up and change all at once.

With that decision, you open your bedroom door and step into the hall, about to walk to the bathroom when it’s door opens.

Bucky freezes in the doorway when he sees you, his eyes running down the length of your body.

“Mornin’ doll,” he says before clearing his throat. “Sleep ok?”

His long hair is curled around his ears, still wet and sending droplets of water dripping onto his bare shoulders that converge into a glistening trail down his naked chest, zigzagging through his sculpted abdominals before disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.

Jeans that hang low enough to reveal the defined V-cut of his hips.

He raises his arm, towel in hand, and starts to dry his hair, drawing your eyes to his flexing bicep.

“UGH!”

You push him out of the way and slam the bathroom door behind you.

“Guess that’s a no,” he mutters before walking back into the living room.

Once you’re washed up and you’ve used the bathroom you stomp back out, having forgotten all about changing.

You walk over to him and shove his glasses at his chest, hard. “You forgot these in the bathroom.”

“Doll?” Bucky asks in confusion.

“You’re over here, using my shower, walking around like that,” you mutter as you clang angrily around the kitchen.

“Did I miss something?” he asks from the doorway.

“Put a shirt on Bucky,” you snap, keeping your back to him.

“Only if you put on some shorts and a bra doll face,” he replies with a chuckle.

You suddenly go still, remembering you’re only wearing your panties under your oversized tee. Whirling around with the intention to slip past him, you glower but when you reach the doorway he blocks your path, maneuvering you against the wall.

He raises an arm above your head and leans in, the clean scent of your shampoo in his hair. Your eyes travel over his skin appreciatively and when you meet his gaze you find him staring down at your legs. Your thighs rub together instinctively and he lets out a grunt filled with desire.

You try to unjumble your thoughts, the tiny rational part of your brain yelling at you to run.

But everything else is too loud.

“Bucky?” you breathe out and your eyes fall to his mouth.

He lifts his other hand and gently brushes his thumb along the curve of your jaw, in the process bringing your face closer to his. Goose bumps erupt across your skin at the scrape of his calluses and your mind fills with thoughts of how those hands would feel on the rest of your body.

You breathe out his name once more as his head dips, his lips just brushing along yours when the doorbell rings.

With a muttered curse, he retreats, his eyes filled with the promise that this isn’t over.

“I’ll get it,” you squeak.

He catches you by the arm to stop you.

“I’ll get it doll face,” he rumbles, letting his eyes sweep down your body. “No way I’m lettin’ anyone else see you like this.”

You nod with wide eyes and hurry back to your bedroom, quickly glancing back to watch as he lifts his shirt over his head and shoves his glasses onto his face.

“Who was it?” you ask when you return, now dressed in leggings and a new shirt.

“The landlord,” he answers. “My water should be fixed by five.”

“Ok, great,” you say with far too much cheer. “Coffee?”

“Sure, thanks doll,” he says as he takes the hair tie from his wrist and secures his hair at the base of his neck in a small bun.

You stare for a moment too long before looking away and trying to focus on making the coffee.

A few minutes later you walk into your small living room, mugs in hand and sit next to him on the couch. You place the steaming coffee down on the small table and snuggle into his side.

“Thanks again,” he says.

“For what?”

“For letting me crash here and take a shower.”

“Of course,” you tell him. “I’m just glad one of us has working water to use. It seems like everything goes wrong all at once in this building.”

Your gazes hold for a second before he reaches for his coffee. When he sits back you lean into him again.

“There’s a whole lotta couch ya know doll,” he teases.

“You’re warm and you smell nice,” you pout even as you push yourself away from him.

He goes to reach for you so he can tuck you back against him but unfortunately during all the shifting you manage to spill a spot of your coffee on his shirt.

“OH MY GOD,” you screech as you plop your coffee back on the table, spilling more, before you grab his shirt and pull it away from his body. “I’m sorry! Are you ok?”

He carefully places his coffee mug down and gives you a lopsided smirk.

“Pretty sure that was my fault,” he says sheepishly. “And I’m fine doll. Don’t worry.”

Your fingers slip higher and you lift the wet fabric, searching his skin for any redness.

His stomach muscles flex under your touch.

“Are you sure?” you whisper, finally dragging your eyes away from his skin.

“I’m sure,” he replies, his voice gruff.

Suddenly, the air feels too thick and the feel of him under your fingers, the heat from his body and the way his eyes shine with desire makes it hard to breathe.

You lick your lips, needing to kiss him.

His head dips to yours as you move upward and then his mouth is on you, frantic and hungry.

Strong arms circle around you, his hands splayed over your back as he pulls you closer until you’re straddling him.

You roll your hips against him, feeling how much he wants you. Your hands dance along his chest and reach behind his head to tug his hair free of the tie, letting it spill out around his face before you slide your fingers through the silky strands. His glasses go askew and he pulls away just fast enough to rip them off and drop them on the couch.

His large hands smooth down to your waist to grip your hips and you feel the pressure of him holding you down as you grind over him again and again. Tightening his hold, he lifts his hips, increasing the pressure.

With every roll of your hips you grow needier and his grip turns bruising.

“I need to come Bucky,” you murmur against his lips.

He growls your name, and then kisses you again, keeping your hips in constant motion over the hardness between his legs.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his cheeks flushed.

“Please,” you whine, your fingernails digging into his skin. “I need you. I need you inside m…”

Ding Dong

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” he growls.

You’re still seated in his lap, your heavy breathing the only sound when the bell buzzes again.

“Don’t move,” he commands as he gently lifts you up.

He adjusts himself in his jeans and grabs his glasses, pushing them up and over his nose. With one last longing glance he starts to walk toward the door.

“Bucky wait!” you call quietly.

He stops and looks back as you hop off the couch and go to him. You press your body along his and reach up to fix his hair and adjust his glasses.

“There…,” you say. “Your hair was a bit mussed and your glasses were crooked.”

“Thanks,” he says with a grin then grabs you around the waist, presses you so close that feel every inch of him and kisses you until you’re breathless.

Third buzz of the bell.

He stomps away and opens the door with too much force, making you giggle. Then you hear him saying a lot of “uh huh, ok, that’s fine, yeah, yeah,” and then the door slams shut and the lock clicks.

“Was that the landlord again?” you ask as he stalks toward you.

He nods but doesn’t elaborate and when you open your mouth to ask more questions he presses a long finger against your lips.

“It’s fine,” he says. “Now…”

He starts walking you backward toward the couch and sits, pulling you down over his lap.

“Where were we?” he murmurs with a whisper of his lips along yours.

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vanteguccir · 3 months

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There's someone inside my head | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Y/N is targeted by a certain ghost during the filming of the Sam and Colby ft. Sturniolo Triplets video.

Requested?: Yes, from anon.

Warning: Paranormal, supernatural, ghosts, mediumship, physical injury, pain.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

PS.: I will definitely post more x reader based on the video between Sam and Colby and the triplets! It's so fun to write them.

PS. 2: This one happens in the same "universe" of this Matt Sturniolo x Reader of mine.

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"Wow, the smell of roses in here has gotten stronger." Matt commented as soon as Colby closed the large door behind them, lifting his chin slightly as he smelled the strong scent of flowers.

It was time to investigate the Maximillian room, which was on the mezzanine; the room that held eight mirrors surrounded by gold that cost way too much and a painting of Empress Carlota, who, according to legend, was there because of those same mirrors, as they were gifts from her husband at the time.

And it was precisely because of her that Y/N was feeling so anxious. From the moment the hotel guides took them to there while showing them all the main haunted rooms in the building, the girl felt strange.

Because Y/N was a medium and was aware of it since she was a child - consequently training her "skill" as she grew up -, her sensations with the supernatural were duplicated and very accurate; Not only could she see, hear and feel the presences, but she could also feel what came with them and the weight of each one.

That's why, on her first trip to the room, she quickly found Carlota, who surprisingly allowed the girl to see her, but Y/N wished she hadn't. Carlota was beautiful, exactly as in her painting, still dressed in classical clothes, but her eyes carried so much anguish. Contrary to the hope of Audrey - their main guide -, Carlota did not appear to have found peace in the afterlife.

But what surprised Y/N, or scared her the most, was the hatred in the ghost's eyes, and strangely, this hatred was directed only at her.

Upon stepping into that room for the second time that night, the girl felt nausea rise from her stomach to her throat, swallowing hard; Her heart raced stupidly fast and the hair on her arms and legs stood up, raising goose bumps on her skin. A weight settled on her shoulders and the back of her neck, making her feel as if any sudden movement would send her straight to the ground.

Her hands shook slightly as her eyes swept the room. She focused her senses better, being able to capture several spirits coming and going from one mirror to another, reminding her of the portals created by them. Y/N felt the pain, sadness, anger, and melancholy of each of the ghosts, her throat becoming dry and her eyes burning with tears. She felt overwhelmed.

"Baby? Hey, what happened?" Matt's soft voice close to her ear woke her from her intense trance, her eyes meeting the blue ones that kept her grounded.

Y/N noticed that the others were a little further away and already in the center of the room, talking to each other while Sam arranged the camera to record the investigation. She was internally grateful that Matt had come to her unnoticed without attracting attention from the others.

"Sorry, I'm fine. Just overwhelmed. This place has a horrible atmosphere." Y/N responded in the same soft tone as her boyfriend, keeping her eyes fixed on his, trying to convey confidence.

"If I'm feeling the burden in these walls, I can only imagine what you're feeling, dove. I promise I'll be by your side the whole time, and if it gets too much, let me know, and we'll leave right away." The boy spoke, taking Y/N's right hand with his left one, squeezing lightly. Y/N smiled in gratitude. She was so lucky to have him with her.

"So Carlota likes compliments and flirting?" Colby's deep voice caught the couple's attention while asking the rhetorical question. Y/N and Matt looked up at the others, seeing Sam already with the camera on and passing the lens along the decorated walls surrounding them.

Matt turned off the light on the switch near the door as previously agreed before they approached the others, ready to start what they needed to do there.

"Hey Carlota, here we have five fine men, but only three are single and available for you." Matt spoke first while settling close to his brothers, his eyes scanning the space completely despite being able to see practically nothing through the darkness.

Y/N followed his action, sweeping her eyes around her and the ghosts there, internally trying to focus only on Carlota's spirit. She kept her right hand intertwined with Matt's, not wanting to let go of his warmth, knowing that he was the only one who could keep her under control in that situation.

"Can you see her, Cole Sear?" Nick asked Y/N, crossing his arms and looking at the girl with a curious gaze, who nodded after rolling her eyes momentarily at the reference to the movie Six Senses, smiling sideways.

Nick was scared to death of watching horror movies, but he loved it when Y/N watched them all and then told him the story.

"I can, but I can also see several other ghosts that probably have nothing to do with the hotel's history and are only here because of the portals. I'm trying to just focus on her."

Colby and Chris started throwing random pick-up lines into thin air, trying to attract the Empress's ghost. Their words made Y/N let out a low laugh, they were ridiculous.

After a significant effort, Y/N finally managed to clear all the ghosts in the room from her mind, being able to see only Carlota. The woman stood a few steps away, her eyes on Colby and Chris as she held an elegant and calm posture, an arrogant smile on her face, probably satisfied with all the attention.

But that changed when she realized that Y/N saw her completely now, her empty eyes going to the girl, a flame of anger and disdain shining behind them, seeming to penetrate Y/N's eyes and run throughout her mind.

The girl's hands flew to her own head almost instantly, pressing down on each side as her body arched slightly forward, a growl escaping her throat as her knees shook, weakened by the sudden pain.

Matt had never moved so fast, his body positioned in front of his girlfriend's as his hands held her arms, which were more tense than ever before, her own fingers tangling in strands of her loose hair, pulling hard while trying to stop the intense pain of the sudden migraine.

"Y/N? Baby, talk to me. What's... What's going on?" Matt spoke in a desperate tone, his eyes going from his girlfriend to the boys repeatedly, hoping they would have some kind of response.

Nick and Chris ran to the two, positioning themselves on either side of Y/N, choosing not to touch her so as not to worsen her overload but showing that they were there for her.

"It must be some spirit that is messing with her, perhaps trying to attack her or, at worst, control her." Colby commented, approaching as well as his eyes traveled around the dark room, looking for any clue as to what it was, even if he couldn't see anything.

Sam lowered the camera, the lens focusing on his feet as he too approached. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern, the blonde knew well what it was like to be attacked by spirits, and if he could, he would put an end to what Y/N was feeling at that very moment.

"Matt." Y/N let out in a pained groan, an intense pressure establishing in her right arm, as if something was holding, or rather crushing the region. She lifted her left hand, placing it on Matt's right shoulder while trying to find stability.

With great difficulty, the girl looked to her right from the corner of her eye, catching Carlota there, just a few inches apart from her. Feelings of fury and disgust emanated from her aura as her right hand squeezed Y/N's arm, and although she didn't say anything, the girl knew that that gesture was a request - mandate - for her to get out of there.

Nick and Chris spoke to Sam and Colby in low tones, probably trying to understand the situation and find a solution to reverse it.

"I'm here, honey. I'm right here." Matt whispered repeatedly, bending down slightly to be at the same height as Y/N while holding her hand that was on his shoulder, stroking the skin softly with his fingers.

He felt his breathing quicken in anxiety at the sight of his girl's state, panic wanting to take over his body, but he maintained control, closing his eyes momentarily to compose himself, as he whispered sweet nothings against his girl's ear.

Seconds later, when he saw that Y/N was still moaning and grunting in pain, he took a deep breath before turning around, turning his back to the girl and facing the room. Little did he know that Carlota was right next to him.

"I demand that you cut all effect on Y/N right now. You are not allowed to mess with her." Matt's voice was stern, like never before. His eyes held determination while running around the room, his hands behind him, maintaining contact with his girlfriend's body. "She's not yours!" He growled.

Suddenly, all the pressure on Y/N vanished, and a feeling of relief took over her, as if fresh air had entered her nostrils and filled her lungs, bringing comfort to her body. The girl exhaled sharply, removing her hands from her head slowly, as if expecting the worst.

Y/N straightened her posture, opening her eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the light. One of the boys had probably turned it on in the meantime, and the girl mentally thanked whoever had done it, finally being able to see the surroundings better.

The negative and evil energy had left her side, but Carlota was still in the room, Y/N could feel her.

Matt turned abruptly, facing Y/N again, pulling her into his arms as he held her head against his chest, caressing the area carefully.

"You're okay. You're okay." The boy repeated it like a mantra, trying to calm Y/N or himself. He wasn't sure.

Y/N winced at Matt's movement, the pain in her arm intensifying, reminding her that Carlota had almost ripped it off.

“Wait, are you hurt? Where does it hurt, Y/N?” Nick asked after hearing it, finally getting close enough to be able to lightly touch his best friend's shoulder, a worried look decorating his face.

Matt pulled away from Y/N almost instantly, ready to investigate her injury, feeling anger rising through his veins. If he could see and touch ghosts, he would kill Carlota again.

Y/N just raised her right arm, rolling up the sleeve of her jacket with her left hand. Chris, who was on the other side of the girl like a bodyguard, his blue eyes still darting around the room as if expecting something to appear out of nowhere, let a surprised sound escape his lips at the sight.

"Oh my God, Y/N. This is bad." The youngest of the triplets murmured, an expression of discomfort taking over his face as he thought about the pain resulting from the injury.

A handprint was perfectly carved on Y/N's arm. It looked like someone had taken a pencil and ink and drawn in the area. That would definitely turn out purple.

"That's crazy, dude. Does it hurt bad?" Colby asked, taking a few steps closer to get a better view, receiving a nod from the girl, who was still looking at the mark in disbelief.

"When you said you were Lorraine Warren, I didn't think you would perform the entire The Conjuring movie. If I had known, I would have brought a priest and some holy hater." Sam joked, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere, as he momentarily turned off the camera.

The blonde made a quick mental note to delete all footage of that disturbing episode, not wanting to expose such a vulnerable moment of his new friend.

Y/N let out a laugh. The ghosts really hated her.

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vminizzle · 1 year

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Stop teasing

pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluff

warnings : needy!jk, marking, dry humping, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, penetration

words count : 1.1k

A/N : hello loves, i hope y’all spent a nice week :) I’m sorry if I can’t post often, I’m kinda busy with college but I’m doing my best to write contents whenever I can. So here’s a little something I wrote yesterday. I apologize because it’s kinda short sorry. Have a nice weekend everyone love y’all 💕 reminder: english is not my first language

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY WELCOMED

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“Stop teasing.” you whined as Jungkook kept on caressing your thigh up and down, goosebumps raising after the soft touches.

“I’m not doing anything.” he smirked pretending he was focused on his phone.

Well, you were sitting on your couch, reading peacefully until Jungkook crashed next to you, this one playing with his phone.

All was nice, his presence bringing comfort until he decided to distract you. At first, it was a gesture of affection, like usual, your boyfriend would put his hand on your thigh drawing little patterns on the soft skin.

But this time was different, his fingertips were getting a little bit too higher, purposely grazing the hem of your panties, pulling at it a bit then retracting his hand to continue going up and down your thigh again.

Why was he like that ugh.

“What are you reading?” he bent near you, resting his chin on your shoulder his breath fanning on your exposed neck.

“seems really interesting” teasing dripping from his tongue. His hand wandered over your stomach until it reached your hip bone.

“Ok.” you sighed.

"I know you’re doing this on purpose.”

“what? what am I doing?” he asked innocently.

You put your book away on the coffee table before sighing.

“What do you want?” you finally looked at him.

“I want attention” he pouted teasingly.

He’s so cute.

"your attention."

“Jungkook” You chuckled.

He smiled as you practically jumped on him to hug him tightly. His hands travelling to your hair to play with it.

“baby?” he talked making you hum waiting for him to continue.

"you look so beautiful today.”

“oh so I’m not beautiful the other days?” you raised an eyebrow.

“no I’ve never said that y/n” he whined.

“y’know, I- can we?” you looked at him waiting for him to continue.

“can we what?”

He looked down at his lap.

“look at what you did to me.” his eyes pointing to his boner. You looked at the confined little bump growing bigger.

“I didn’t even do anything” your cheeks heating up as he bite his lips.

“you were so sexy while reading this book darling.. and wearing my shirt without nothing but panties under it ” he groaned admiring your body. “you’re just so .. I can’t find the words.”

“oh lord ,stop why are you like that?” you laughed hiding your face behind your hands.

He chuckled before laying you on your back, spreading your legs to made room for him to lay in between them.

"do you feel it?” he pressed his crotch against yours making you whimper. Jungkook lowered himself a bit, grinding his boner against your light-covered clit making you bite your lips, hands clenching at his shirt. Getting the hint, he he kneeled to get rid of his shirt.

He bent down again, his lips hovering yours. When you cranned up a bit to connect your lips together he backed away a little, your lips chasing his for a kiss but he kept on teasing you. You whined giving up and let you head fell on your pillow “such a tease.”

He grinned before finally kissing you “making it fun baby.”

Jungkook sucked on your neck softly, painting a beautiful purple mark on the sensitive skin. He kissed his way down over your -his- shirt, he stopped when his lips reached your covered clit leaving a light kiss on it making you hiss “so sensitive.”

He kissed the inside of your thighs, leaving love bites behind his trail “oh lord stop teasing."

Jungkook laughed looking up at you “let me take my time y/n”.

“I was reading a book peacefully, you came to me disturbing my reading because you needed attention and now when I’m giving you what you want you’re teasing me.” you huffed.

“aw baby don’t be like that” he put his thumb over your pout caressing your lower lip.

He tugged on your panties waistband, looking into your eyes waiting for you consent. When you nodded he immediately got rid of it “fuck baby you’re dripping” he lowered himself between your legs, staring at your glistening lips making you look away embarrassed.

Jungkook disappeared between your thighs as his lips connected with your folds. His tongue entered you unexpectedly, your hands flying to his black locks as he massaged his thumb over your sensitive clit “yes Jungkook keep going.”

"keep your eyes on me baby” he ordered making you watch him eat you out fighting the urge to close your eyes at the pleasure he procured you. He started rubbing faster on your clit earning moans from you “I’m near I’m near fu-”

“c’mon cum for me my love” he didn’t have to ask twice as you cum right away all over his chin. He kept on drawing little circles on your clit to help you finish.

He backed away with a victorious smile as he observed your state “so ruined.. cute” he stroked your thighs gently.

You rolled your eyes at his words “still down for me to..y’know.. or you too tired?” Jungkook asked a bit shy.

How is that possible?

“Come here baby” you pulled him on top of you wrapping your legs around his thin waist. “hurry! what you waiting for now?” you said before pecking his lips

Jungkook looked at you surprised before smiling. He got rid of his pants as fast as possible, positioning himself at your entrance. He rubbed the tip of his cock on your clit making you whined “you’re not going to tease again.”

“sorry” he chuckled before enteringyou slowly. He looked down at you checking on any sign of discomfort before moving in and out of you.

He held one of your hand, his other one resting on your waist as he picked up the pace after he notice pleasure written all over your face “Jungkook please” you bit your bottom lip trying to keep your eyes open to watch the beautiful man on top of you, sending you to another world.

He went faster feeling his orgasm coming “baby are you near?” you whispered a weak yes not fully ready to face your second orgasm.

“Can I- Can I cum?” you let a sob out.

"cum baby cum.” And here was your second orgasm, your warm release sending Jungkook over the edge as he abruptly pulled out raising your shirt up to cum on your stomach.

He watched in awe the sticky fluid painting your stomach.

“wow” he breathed out.

"well, I hope I gave you enough attention” you laughed.

"oh ya’ you did” he laughed hiding his face in the crook of your neck peppering soft kisses over the smooth skin.

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A/N : sorry if it’s not that good, i was a bit tired this week but yea. Anyways, hope you liked it tho :) ,,

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 7 months

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Irūdy (Gift)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f!reader Warnings: No plot to be found here, dry humping, smut. Word count: ~1300

Summary: Aemond has always hated his name day, until today.

Author's note: A birthday gift for @aemondsmoon - happy birthday, Mar! I hope you enjoy. No tag list - follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on notification. Community labels are for cops.

The flagstones are cool beneath her bare feet, her way dimly lit by the braziers that burn low against the walls of the corridors of Maegor’s Holdfast. The heavy wooden door creaks in protest as she pushes it open, slipping through the gap before closing it firmly behind her.

“Are you asleep?” She whispers into the gloom of Aemond’s chambers, moving with less trepidation now that she is in the privacy of his rooms.

“I was about to be”, comes his clipped reply, yet he eyes her with mild amusement and curiosity as he sits perched on the edge of his bed.

His hair hangs loose around his shoulders, the sapphire in his left eye socket shines faintly in the light reflected from the dying embers of the fireplace.

Seeing him dressed in only his breeches, sculpted torso bared to her, she feels less self conscious about her state of undress, though she wishes she’d taken the time to put on a robe before sneaking in here. The thin cotton of her nightgown does little to protect her from the chill of the air and she shivers slightly as she stands before Aemond, taking in the sight of him.

“Was there a reason you decided to sneak in here, or have you just come to gawk at me?”

She would assume his words are harsh, were it not for the faintest of smirks upon his lips that hints at subtle playfulness.

Huffing a soft laugh, she shakes her head, feeling her skin grow warm with embarrassment. “It is the hour of the owl,” she tells him softly.

“Hmmm,” Aemond cocks his head, “my betrothed can tell the time, such a clever little thing.”

She rolls her eyes, moving to sit beside him on the bed. “That is not what I mean! It is your name day!”

His shoulders sag slightly, mouth pressing into a tight line as he looks away from her. “So it is.”

“Are you not looking forward to it?” She asks, craning her neck slightly in an attempt to meet his eye.

He sighs, rolling his eye. “No. It seems farcical that there should be a day to celebrate my birth, when I am ignored on every other day of the year. The only difference is that Aegon will have an excuse to be in his cups all day.”

Her heart sinks. She knows that Aemond is not especially fond of celebrations, but had never imagined that that extended as far as occasions designed to celebrate him.

“This year is different though,” she reassures him, taking his hand. “This year you have me.”

He interlocks his fingers with hers, stroking his thumb softly over the back of her hand. “Yes, I have you. Forgive me. I do not meant to be ungrateful, it is just–”

She shakes her head, her free hand reaching up to stroke the softness of his long hair. “There is nothing to forgive. Perhaps my gift will lift your spirits?”

Aemond raises an eyebrow. “I did not see you bring anything in with you.”

She smiles, bumping her nose softly against his. “It is something we shall experience together.”

His right eye darkens, pupil dilating slightly as he lets go of her hand to cup the back of her neck. “And what is it you’d like to experience?”

A shiver of excitement runs through her and she has to remind herself to remain in control. Throughout her courtship with the One Eyed Prince it has been all too easy to allow him to dominate her; when he sinks his deft fingers into her hair as they kiss, cradling her head but also directing the pace of their movements. He takes the lead when he holds her down by her thighs and feasts on her cunny like a man starved, even when she sinks to her knees to pleasure him, he grabs a handful of her tresses as he thrusts himself into her mouth.

She knows that look, the gaze of a predator stalking its prey. It has arousal pooling between her thighs, but this time she wants to take charge. The idea has not left her mind since her chambermaid told her about it in hushed, excited whispers as she had combed through her hair just a few days ago. She had decided there and then that this would be the perfect occasion for it.

“You are going to lay back and take off your breeches,” she tells him, attempting to sound more authoritative than she feels, as she wriggles free from his grasp.

He stares at her for a moment, a silent challenge, but she juts out her chin in defiance, not backing down from her command.

Aemond sighs. “Very well,” he slips off his breeches and lays back on the bed.

Long and lean, he is a magnificent sight to behold, stretched out and bare before her, half hardened cock sitting proudly between his thighs.

She gasps it, reveling in the velvety softness of its weight in her palm and proceeds to stroke him from root to tip, watching his lips part and his breaths become more shallow as she rouses him to full attention.

Satisfied with her work, she moves to straddle him, a knee digging into the softness of the mattress either side of her hips, and lifts her nightgown above her hips, hovering over his erection.

Aemond’s brow furrows, he places a firm hand upon her thigh to halt her movements. “I would not sully your virtue before we are married for something as frivolous as my name day,” he scolds.

“Do not worry,” she soothes him, stroking a hand down the smoothness of his chest, “I will not take you inside. Trust me, this will feel good for both of us.”

He drops his hand back to his side, watching her with curiosity as she presses herself against his length, rocking her hips backwards and forwards, gliding along the length of him, coating him in her slick.

His eye widens and he draws in a shaky breath, causing her to grin.

“Does that feel good?” She asks in a whisper.

Aemond screws his eye shut, nodding as she quickens her pace, rubbing against him in faster strokes. “G-gods…yes. It feels divine.”

She giggles, feeling her core begin to throb as she continues to rock against him, gasping as his hands reach for the hem of her nightgown.

“It would be cruel of you to give me a gift I cannot unwrap,” he rasps, pulling the garment off and over her head.

His hands reach up to her breasts, thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks, making her whine. He leans up, wrapping an arm around her waist and captures her lips in a heated kiss, his mouth moving hungrily against hers as she threads her fingers into his hair to draw him closer.

It’s only when she feels his other hand grab her hip, pushing and pulling her against him, as his hips buck against her, adding to the friction, that she realises he has managed to once more take control of the situation.

She does not mind though, not when every thrust of their hips against each other builds such delicious pressure deep within her. Their breaths become ragged, their panting and the sounds of Aemond gliding through her wetness filling the silence of the bedchamber.

Feeling him throb and pulsate against her sends her over the edge and she tenses, trembling as she falls apart, clenching around nothing, watching through hazy, pleasure drunk eyes as Aemond spills pearlescent strands of hot spend across his lower abdomen with a groan.

He lets go of her, collapsing backwards and she allows herself a moment to admire him. He is truly beautiful like this, hair spread messily like a halo around his head, covered in a light layer of perspiration as he fights to catch his breath through slightly parted lips.

Flopping down beside him, she reaches out to caress his cheek. “I do hope you enjoyed your name day gift.”

He is quiet for a moment, before turning to gaze at her. “I think I will prefer next year’s, when I can spill inside of you.”

Perhaps he is growing to like this special day after all.

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twice-inamillion · 4 months

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A Change in Sana

Fluff, Story Building, Light Smut (breast play and hand job)

Chapter 223

1770 Words

(Little by little, Sana’s health improved. With the support of those around her, especially the children, she is regaining her energy back. She’s even willing to ask favors that she never knew she could.)

It’s been more than a week since the members went on tour to the United States. Sana and the girls have kept in constant touch to ensure she isn’t left behind. They spend a few minutes in the morning and about an hour at the end of the day. You could see how much she would have liked to join them, but she knows that her health is the most important thing right now.

Luckily, she’s been preoccupied with playing with the kids, especially Da-eun. She’s been attached to Sana as of late, raising her arms whenever she wants to suckle on Sana’s breasts. Sana has been more than willing to allow Da-eun to entertain herself and feels a sense of comfort and warmth whenever she does it.

This has also caused her to ask you for a favor by asking you to massage her breasts when the two of you shower together. At first, you were hesitant since you didn’t want to make it sexual, but after her asking you multiple times, she ended up convincing you.

You walk into your shower, turn on the warm water, and let it run for a bit as you undress yourself. Once it’s at a good temperature, you slide the door open and enter, enjoying the warm water on your head. As you try to clear your head, you hear the door shower door slide open, and a small cool breeze touches your skin. “I’m coming in.” You feel Sana’s soft skin graze yours, making her way into the shower. She slightly bumps into your arms as she embraces you, “Thank you, oppa, for being there for me.” You don’t say anything, and instead, you hug her.

The two of you share a beautiful moment together before you help scrub each other’s backs. It’s your turn to wash her, and she moves your hands toward her chest and says, “Can you massage my breasts?”

“Say again, I don’t think I heard you that well.”

“If you could massage my breast. Jihyo’s mom said that it helps with breast development.”

“Okay, are you sure?”

“Yeah, here, I'll even help you,” as she moves your hands towards her breasts. You cup her small mounds and slowly begin to massage them. She slowly begins to moan, enjoying the feeling of her breasts being played with. She notices your member behind her getting hard and touching her bottom. Sana grabs your cock and slides it between her thigh gap, feeling the throbbing of your member against her lower lips. “Oppa, just like that. It feels good.” Enjoy your massage. She could feel a hot feeling in her tummy that she hadn’t felt in a long time, but she tried to suppress it by turning around.

“Now, it's my turn.”

Sana, now facing you, grabs your cock and gives it a few pumps. “I’m sorry I can’t give you more than this, but I’m still not ready.” She places her head on your chest and continues to jerk you off in a slow and easy manner, working magic with her hands. You’re close to cumming and warn her, “Sana, I’m about to cum.” She grabs your cock harder and looks into your eyes as you cum in her hand.

After your shower, you both get dressed and help her blow dry her hair. She gets into bed with an oversized shirt and shorts and turns on the television. She puts on a movie and invites you to join her, “Come on, Oppa, join me.”

“Okay, let me get something to drink.”

You head to the kitchen and grab a pair of water bottles before returning. When you enter the door, Sana signals you, “Hurry, hurry,” patting the bed. You hop into the bed and rest your back against the headboard. Sana rests her head against your body and enjoys the movie. You pat her head as you watch the movie, trying to comfort her as much as possible. When the movie is over, she says, “I’m sleepy. Can you turn the TV off?” Without a word, you turn off the television and place your head on your pillow.

“Oppa, can I tell you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“You know how Da-eun’s be suckling on my breasts?”

“You’ve mentioned it before and how Jihyo’s mom recommended it.”

“Well… I was talking to her and Chaeyoung’s mom, and they mentioned that you could help.”

“I don’t get you.”

“You know…” giving you a slight smile.

“You mean…” looking down at her chest.

“Please… I just like the feeling, and it makes me feel safe.”

You’re hesitant once more and debate if doing it is right considering the situation, but the look on her face makes you cave in and say yes. Happy with your response, Sana kisses your cheek, takes off the oversized shirt, and tosses it at the end of the bed. You throw the covers and lower yourself to her chest area.

Sana guides your face towards her chest and glides her fingers through your hair. You attach your mouth to one of her breasts and begin to suckle. She holds you tightly as she hums you to sleep.

With you deep asleep with your mouth attached to her tit Sana received a text from one of the members, “Sana! Good morning. It’s morning here but night over there. Are you free to video chat?”

After responding that she’s free, she gets a call request and answers, “Hey, how are you guys?” Momo responds, “What are you doing?”

“About to go to sleep, you?”

“Just about to have breakfast.”

“Oh, what are you girls having?”

“I don’t know yet, but we are ordering. The members are meeting here in a bit. How are you doing?”

“I’m okay. Every day is different. I’ve been watching over the girls and helping oppa with some work, mostly staying at the house.”

“Nice, taking it easy is good. Where is he, by the way?”

Sana smiles and lifts the covers, revealing your face to Momo, “Oh my god. Girls come to see this!” The screen is then overtaken by most of the members, who laugh at the sight of you attached to Sana’s breast. The sound of screenshots is heard behind the laughter as the members try to save this moment and tease you with it for the future.

“How does it feel, having him suck on your tits?” asks Chaeyoung.

“It feels nice; I like it.”

“What else have you two done?” is heard from the back.

“Nothing, just this. I’m not really feeling it, like doing it right now.”

Jihyo responds, “Don’t worry about it. Take everything at your own pace. There is no rush to do things you’re not comfortable with.”

“Thank you, Jihyo. That really means a lot. I don’t think I’m ready to have sex or try for a baby, not for a bit. Maybe when my body gets before and when I’m okay, knowing that he’s gone.”

She then hears Tzuyu say, “Don’t worry unnie, you have the kids at home too!”

“Thank you, Tzuyu. They have definitely helped; they’ve kept my mind occupied.”

Changing the conservation, she asks, “How’s the tour so far?”

Tzuyu yells, “It’s fun! Met a lot of Once!”

“Yeah, they really miss you,” says Dahyun.

“I’ve heard them chant your name,” mentions Mina.

“Aww, that’s sweet. I wished I could have gone.”

“You’ll have a chance. Just focus on recovering,” says Nayeon.

“I will. Oppa said that he’s going to take me out, maybe even visit the construction for the house.”

“That sounds cool. I wonder how much they’ve built so far. I can’t wait to see it when it’s done,” says Mina.

“He said it's going great and is ahead of schedule. He’s been making phone calls and video chats to the people in charge of the project. I’m really excited to go.”

“That sounds great, Sana. Since it’s late over there, we’ll let you go, but we’ll call you tomorrow,” says Jihyo.

“Okay! Good night, everyone.”

“Good night, Sana.”

—————

Two days later, after going back and forth with the construction manager, you decide to visit the site. “Sana, are you okay with going today?”

“Yes, let me get my things ready.” She rushes to change into some comfortable clothes and puts a cap on. The drive there was about an hour away, but it was fun, with Sana playing her music. You arrive at the location and see the workers having lunch. Let Sana know to wear her face mask to prevent people from recognizing her. She does, and you both exit the vehicle to greet the project manager.

He gives you a tour of the property; the foundation is done, and the structure is being completed. You can see the house in your mind and are happy with the results. Sana looks around and tries to figure out the layout of the massive house, so you try to explain it to her.

“Look here; this is the kitchen and one of the many living rooms.”

“Wow, they are so big. I didn’t know we needed more than one living room.”

“Well, based on how big the family is getting, we might need more than one. Plus, this is the main kitchen, the secondary kitchen, and the storage room.”

You try to explain the layout of each of their bedrooms and are surprised by how big it is going to be, especially when they each will have their own walk-in closet. “Thank you, thank you. I’ve always wanted my own walk-in closet,” giving you a hug.

The both of you spend thirty minutes taking a tour of the house and going over the layout. Once you are finished, she goes out for a walk around the property while you talk to the project manager. She falls in love with the property because of the open space and trees throughout the area.

You walk to find Sana lying down on the grass by the large tree where you had Jihyo had sex before. “I think this might be my favorite spot. You can see everything from here,” as she points at the beautiful view.”

“Beautiful, the view, too,” you say as you kiss her hand and enjoy the view together, holding hands.

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forlovvers · 5 months

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( your fault! )

pair: sunghoon x f!reader | genre: fluff, just a tad suggestive, e2??? | warning(s): a soaked white shirt, one swear word lol | wc: 1k ish | synopsis: in which you and sunghoon are very late for school.

lynne’s notez 🗒️ : another consistent post .. who am i

something about you gets under park sunghoon’s skin. normally, he’s calm and collected, but whenever you enter the room it’s like you make it your life’s goal to annoy him to ends meet. you’re constantly poking at him and making small remarks about the way he pushes his hair back or the way his handwriting wasn’t perfect.

“why’s your jacket unbuttoned? tryna impress someone, park?” you’d say, drawing his name out. and he’d intentionally roll his eyes, making sure you saw it. while thinking of a snotty comeback, sunghoon would slyly button up his jacket (the unbuttoned thing was suggested by niki, why sunghoon took the younger’s advice is beyond him). maybe he was upset because you were right or the fact that the person who he was trying to impress didn’t give him a second glance. either way, park sunghoon wasn’t very happy that day.

and of course, you were the one person he bumped into while being late to school. sunghoon had decided that maybe he’d treat himself to some coffee before his classes, but the new barista was very clumsy and had to remake his favorite drink twice! so much that it didn’t even taste like his favorite drink anymore.

while turning the last corner to school, you just had to be in the way. it was almost like the heavens above were punishing him for skipping that one skating practice in eighth grade.

when the two of you collide, sunghoon’s drink goes flying from his hands and because the new barista doesn’t know how to put on the top properly, the contents of his iced mocha land across your white button-up and it immediately soaks through the light material.

“park! are you serious!” you yell suddenly, your hands flying up in frustration. you were already having the worst day. firstly, your alarm was set to 7pm instead of 7am and all of your school blazers had not been done drying since you put them in the washing machine last night. on top of all this you just had to run to into park sunghoon and his stupid iced mocha.

the coffee stains your shirt and you can feel it bleed through the thin fabric, leaving a big black mark across your chest and the unmistakable smell of strong coffee mixing with your perfume. you swear under your breath, reaching up to try and wipe it off with no luck.

you spot a hose attached to the side of a local fish shop, you were sure the owner wouldn’t mind if you used it. without a second thought, you walk over and detach the hose and grab a bucket from the stack nearby (hopefully it hadn’t been filled with fishes beforehand).

sunghoon watches you dumbly as you continue to fill up the bucket. “what are you doing?” he asks and walks over to you to get a closer look. you’ve already pulled your hair to the side as you hand him the bucket.

“you want me to do the ice bucket challenge on you?” sunghoon’s eyes widen at the odd request and you want to strangle him. this was no time for jokes.

“are you an idiot? just pour a little on my shirt to get the stain out. i can’t show up to class an hour late and dirty clothes.” you say irritatingly. you tug on the shirt to get it as far from your skin as possible and pray sunghoon doesn’t get any water on your pants.

“doesn’t this need soap?” sunghoon hesitantly raises the bucket up. although he might hate your guts, dowsing you in fish shop water didn’t seem the most appropriate way to go about this.

“just do it.”

“okay nike,” sunghoon gently pours the water over the stain, careful to not let too much spill out. the more he pours, the more he realizes how close the two of you are and how your shirt seems to become more and more transparent.

your shirt is practically see-through and sunghoon really does try to polite about it without spilling water all over you, but it’s quite hard to contain the water without properly looking at you. there’s a pink that dusts his cheeks and he can’t help but want to bang his head onto a wall.

deciding he’s had enough, sunghoon abruptly drops the bucket to the floor and starts to shrug off his own blazer. he was a gentleman, of course. “wear this.” is all he says, dropping it into your hands.

you eye him suspiciously but take it any way with a small nod of thanks. “this is all your fault yknow?” you say, buttoning his blazer up. it was a bigger than your own, but you should be able to still get away with it at school.

“my fault?” sunghoon says in disbelief. he can’t believe he just gave you his blazer (which he might get written up for for not having) just for you to say that. “it’s not my fault you have a shit sense of direction.” he defends himself surely.

“whatever you say, park.” the nickname rolls off your tongue smoothly and the more you use it, the sweeter it sounds to sunghoon. once you finish putting on the blazer, you reach for your previously discarded backpack, but sunghoon beats you to it.

“what are you doing?” you throw him a confused look as he pulls the straps of your bag over his shoulder.

“it’s the least i could do, i mean it’s my fault, right?” a boyish grin tugs at sunghoon’s lips and he starts walking ahead, forcing you to catch up.

you aren’t sure if it’s his teasing tone, his rolled up sleeves exposing his arms or his stupid smile, but you begin to see sunghoon in a different light.

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ghouljams · 7 months

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Does Liebling ever get possessive or jealous if people flirt with Konig? Maybe of other fae or seers?

The short answer is yes absolutely, but the long answer is König makes sure she knows they aren’t threats, by getting rid of them.

You always wonder what other people must see, or not see, when they look at König. You know roughly how his hood works, the slippery feeling of not being able to quite look at it, but surely someone sees something. They must, the way he draws attention. You can’t walk down the street without someone staring at him, and it’s sort of fun to know people are scared of the menacing figure that follows you. It’s a lot less fun when he’s noticed for other reasons.

Reasons like now, when you sidestep a woman who purposely bumps into König. He stops, and blinks down at her. As surprised as you that a human is going out of their way to notice him let alone interact with him. You’ve been told that some people are too magically inert for obscura to work on, just seeing whatever human shapes their brain wants to fill in. You assume it’s related to intelligence, the way she bats her lashes at a man that’s so clearly with someone.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there,” The woman touches his arm, and you can see a shiver go through the obscura. You roll your eyes, you've always thought this song and dance was sort of demeaning.

"It's alright," König tells her, attempting to step away. The woman keeps her hand on his arm, squeezes his bicep.

"Oh my god, is that your muscle? You must be super strong." She strokes a hand down his arm, König's eyes dart to yours. You raise your brows, and give a quiet 'wow'.

"I am," he nods. The woman coos over your boyfriend, measuring her hand against his and running the gamut of flirting techniques. König doesn’t seem eager to tell her to fuck off, which is bothering you more than you thought it would. He almost seems curious as to what she’ll try next, studying her movements and reactions.

You aren’t really the jealous type, or you didn’t think you were, but you’re getting agitated standing around waiting for this woman to… fuck, notice you? She must know you’re standing right there.

“Excuse me,” You cut in, the woman glances at you, and continues talking to König. You feel your brain stutter, overloaded with the sheer amount of question marks that it conjures. You have never been so thoroughly or efficiently brushed off.

You know what? You don’t have to stand here and wait for your dumbass boyfriend to turn her down. You’re out, you’re gone, you are going home. König can show up when he’s done with whatever the fuck he’s doing. Maybe he’ll follow her home and be out of your hair for a while. Stupid bastard.

You turn and stalk down the street, resuming your walk home. You don’t know why you stuck around so long, but the next time this happens you’re leaving him high and dry.

“Oh. That’s too bad,” König sighs, looking over her head at your storming off.

“What’s too bad?” The woman asks, clearly thrown by the immediate loss of interest from König.

“You’ve upset my, hm,” He thinks for a moment how to quantify his relationship with you, future wife? Beloved? Pet? He supposes you call him your boyfriend, it’ll have to do. “My girlfriend,” He finishes.

“What? She doesn’t trust you?” The woman purrs, obviously trying to say something. König isn’t particularly interested in whatever game she thinks she’s playing.

“No,” König wraps a hand around her throat, the lustful surprise in her eyes turning to terror as his grip tightens and he lifts her off her feet, “but not for the reasons you think.”

He squeezes hard, let's his teeth bleed through his hood, to call him threatening would be an understatement. This isn't a threat, this is a period on the end of a promise. The woman's voice dies on her crushed larynx, her hands scrambling against his wrist, nails digging into his skin. It's really too bad she'd stuck around so long trying to get his attention. Well she had it now, whether she wanted it or not. Her feet kick out at him, trying to land a blow with the last bit of fight pumping through her blood. König can smell it, hear it, her blood rushing through her veins, fear tainting the meat. Heart, lungs, liver, so many snacks, so little time.

You're walking further away from him every second he spends squeezing the life out of this stupid person. He'll cut the thrill short. His claws sharpen and drag, digging into the woman's neck before he tugs sharply, ripping the carotid and severing the windpipe. The twitching. Hm. He should've severed the spinal column, he hates the twitching.

König crouches next to the soon-to-be-corpse and drags his tongue over his teeth for the corpse’s viewing pleasure, her eyes wide and fearful in the last seconds before death. He likes killing the humans that can’t see him properly. There’s always that wonderful moment at the end when they realize the world holds horrors they’d never imagined, a sickening pallor comes over them every time, and sweetens the meat.

Humming, he makes a neat Y incision, and pulls free the pieces he wants. Heart, lungs, he eats the liver as he catalogues what else might be good. He can't exactly take it to go, but he doesn't want to leave you to sulk too long. König feels his spines twitch in the cool evening air, his claws clicking as he spears kidneys to pop in his mouth. You're going to be upset anyway he may as well finish his meal.

#cod x reader #x reader #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig #könig mw2 #König x oc #cod x oc #x oc #oc: liebling #tw gore #tw violence #König goes home and Liebling is just “I assume you ate her”#König: i did eat her yes #Liebling: alright will go shower you smell like blood #and try to look a little more human your spines are scratching my ceiling #fae!König #1fae1

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bonny-kookoo · 9 months

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Ooo now I'm even more curious,

Bonny has the ilysib talked to each about their trauma and wounds that happened with their own past relationships? And if they're still healing from that or if it's just smth that's left in the past

I know it was kind of mention before with ocs parents and her relationship with them but I wonder is she ever experience smth similar in any of her romantic relationships

I love this couple and I love seeing then grow together 🫶🏼

"Jungkookie- baby can you get the door please, I'm still naked!" You call out from the bathroom, and Jungkook calls back a simple affirmation that he's gonna do just that- by now definitely comfortable enough in both your home and with you to do these things.

"Huh? Who are you?" The woman in front of the door asks, face confused, before the man behind her looks over her shoulder.

"Do you live here?" He asks, and Jungkook tilts his head with a curious but suspicious frown on his face.

"I- somewhat. What do you need?" He asks politely, when the bathroom door opens.

"Who was it Koo-" you drift off, not finishing your sentence, and Jungkook can instantly feel the way you tense up in a defensive stance. "What do you want." You ask lowly like a predator warning it's enemy, and he can feel his skin become oddly cold.

He's never seen you like this.

"Checking up on you?" The man says, almost scoffs. "You never call. We didn't even know you have a boyfriend now." He accuses.

"Maybe I just don't want to annoy you with my stupidity." You bark back, gently placing your hand on Jungkook's side to push him slightly away from the door. "I'm alive, cool, now leave."

"We're your parents- we have a right to know what's going on in your life." Your mother says, eyes tearing up. Jungkook feels a bit bad for her. He doesn't know the situation after all.

"You had that right, you didn't want it." You shake your head. "Now go before I call the cops on you."

"You wouldn't do that. I raised you god damn-!" you father says, angrily, pointing a finger at you. You step back, bump into Jungkook's chest-

And then he feels it.

You're shaking, body trembling against his. And he's not sure what kind of instinctual behavior suddenly comes over him- but his hands find your shoulders, keep you close, before he reaches out for the door.

"I think it's best you leave. She clearly doesn't want you here." He politely tells them, and before they can say anything more, he shakes his head. "I will genuinely call the police to have you removed, please." He asks one last time, before he closes the door. The doorbell rings. Knocks are heard. You turn around and begin to cry in his chest.

He's not sure what must've happened between you and your parents to have such a strong reaction to it- bit it must've been bad, if you're this upset at just them visiting.

Now that he thinks about it, you never really tall about them at all.

"I'm sorry." You somewhat get out as you lean back from him on the couch, knocks still echoing. "They're not gonna leave." You sigh, wiping your face somewhat dry.

"Then we'll actually call the cops, no worries." He shrugs, when the knocking stops.

"You won't even call your own doctor's office to schedule an appointment." You huff, and he rolls his eyes before he laughs, pulling you back into his chest. "Got me all soft for you though, acting like a knight in shining armor and all.." you mumble, and he hums a reply simply, a hand on your shoulder carefully running up and down to soothe you. "I don't like them."

"I guessed as much." He chuckles, and you wiggle closer to him.

"My mom always said I don't put enough effort into myself. My appearance, my life, anything. And my dad always said I talk dumb and look like a whore." You quietly confess. Jungkook tilts his head in frustration.

"You think he's still out there?" He asks, and you lean back to look at him.

"Dunno?" You say. "Why?"

"No one calls my girlfriend stupid or a whore." He threatens, and you laugh. "I'm serious!" He defends, and you smile, leaning in to peck his lips.

"I know." You say, finally smiling again. "And that's soooo cute!" You tease, making him whine.

"I'm not cute, I'm your knight in shining armor!"

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook imagines

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dfortrafalgar · 12 days

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I'm Losing You... (But We're Filling the Cracks)

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem. But sometimes, you just need a little bit of love... and a little bit of science.

Warnings: read chapter 1 for warnings.

Chapter 25

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The shock did not go away. If anything, it packed its bags and moved into your home.

You stood in front of the mirror in your bathroom dressed in only your bra and underwear. Law stood behind you, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. The air in the room was stifling as you gazed at the bump that had already started showing in your belly.

You had an approximate due date. May 22nd.

You were officially, according to your implantation date and calculations done by Robin, on your ninth week of pregnancy. Your hCG levels in each blood test had increased as expected, and your babies had heartbeats.

Your babies. Plural.

Your symptoms were exacerbated by the fact that you had not one, but two embryos inside you. Breast tenderness, backaches, nausea, dizziness, the whole nine yards.

Though, if you were being fair to yourself, your dizziness could easily have been a side effect of being labeled as ‘extremely high risk.’ Due to your history, and now due to being pregnant with multiples, you were given strict instructions to be much more present at your doctor’s office. You were given prenatal vitamins to begin taking daily every single morning. You were given foods to avoid in order to lower your risk of developing gestational diabetes. You were also given foods more encouraged to eat. Raise your blood iron. Raise your sodium, but not too much. Eat an increase of around 1000 calories a day to support the growth of two placentas and two babies. Watch out for spotting, bleeding, pelvic pain, irregular bowel movements. Watch out for headaches and weight gain or discolored urine, you might die. Keep an eye on your mental health, what stresses you, stresses the babies. But mostly, be excited!

Yeah, right.

Your hand traced the small bump in your belly.

“You know…” you began, making Law perk his head up to listen to you. “I always thought that seeing a baby bump would be the most exciting moment of my life… but I’ve never been more scared. Ever.”

Law approached you from behind, wrapping his hands around your bare waist and resting his chin on the crown of your head. His scent enveloped you like a blanket, instantly warming your skin and calming your heightened nerves. One of his hands traveled down the skin of your abdomen, resting on top of where yours lay above your uterus.

“I can’t lie to you… I am, too,” he added, his voice heavy with thought.

“Am I a bad person for not being excited?” you asked, your voice surprisingly stable despite the racing heart in your chest. “I mean, I am excited. So far their hearts are still beating… but…”

“You’re not a bad person at all,” replied your husband, planting a kiss to the back of your head. “It’s perfectly rational that you feel scared.”

“Terrified…” you clarified for the both of you. “I feel terrified.”

You and Law made eye contact in the mirror. The way he had his arms wrapped around you reminded you of a security blanket given to trauma victims in an ambulance. The thought made a wry smile break out onto your lips, making your husband cock an eyebrow.

“What’s got you smiling all of a sudden?” he asked with a slight upward turn to the corner of his mouth.

You mustered out a dry chuckle. “You’re my trauma victim security blanket.”

The randomness of your sentence made Law’s shoulders bounce slightly as he laughed, holding you closer to him. “I know it’s really hard for you to do so, but I think we should both try as hard as we can to think positively. It’ll probably be healthier for you.”

You looked up at him, a smirk dancing over your face. “That sounds crazy coming from you.”

You yelped in surprise as Law scooped you into his arms and carried you to your shared bedroom before plopping you down on your mattress, him sprawling out beside you. “What was that for?”

“So you wouldn’t stress yourself out in the mirror,” he replied, his voice hoarse yet tender as he stared at you from his pillow. “I’m being serious, though. I know the stakes are high, but there’s gotta be things we can think about to prevent you from getting stressed.”

You turned your body to lay on your back, lacing your hand with his as you stared at your ceiling. “Any examples?”

Law hummed in thought, glancing around the room. His eyes landed on your framed, signed Sora poster. The frame had a very small crack in it from being moved out of your sophomore year dorm room, but the poster inside was still in perfect condition. “Think about our kids watching Sora. Maybe we can dress them up as Sora and Stealth Black for Halloween.”

The tender thought almost immediately made you smile. Your mind flooded with even more thoughts of Law as a dad, tailoring Halloween costumes for his kids and making them feel perfect. Your thoughts of Law with one baby had now evolved into thoughts of him with two, rocking two armfuls of swaddled infants to sleep, kissing their little foreheads, pushing them in a double stroller. Your eyes began to well with tears which you quickly blinked away, choosing instead to push yourself up and roll over, hooking one of your legs in between Law’s and laying across his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, tracing invisible patterns into the skin of your back.

“I get really happy thinking about you as a dad,” you sighed. “You’re gonna be so amazing.”

Law chuckled, his chest rumbling. “That’s the kind of positivity I’m talking about.”

You giggled. “I mean it, though. Remember before we got married and you said you were so scared to have kids one day? Because you didn’t want them to go through what we had?”

His face fell slightly, recalling the memory. He was still in the middle of his residency program, and you were jumping job to job with random, unstable freelance gigs. It wasn’t the instability of your lives that made him weary, however. Rather, it was the looming anxiety that everything good in Law’s life would someday be snatched away from him. And that had happened to you, twice.

But when he stepped back and thought about the broader picture, it got easier for him to see clearly. How you put up with his shitty attitude when you first met. How quickly you opened yourself up to him, exposing your deepest fears and troubles and being patient with him when he struggled to reveal his own worries to you. How you told him you loved him after only five months, terrified that you were going to scare him off, and all he could do in response was give you the most awkward, inexperienced kiss you had probably ever received. And you stayed by his side even when it took him almost a full year to say those three little words back.

You brushed your fingers along Law’s cheek, tracing the soft hair of his sideburns before hooking around his head and burying into the fluffy black wisps behind his ear. You pressed a smattering of kisses across his jaw and cheekbones, over his nose and finally on his lips. “When I think about positive things, I think of you.”

Law’s lips broke into a wide smile, the kind of smile he only ever showed you. The kind of smile that wrinkled the skin around his eyes and revealed the single small dimple he had on his right cheek.

A sudden ringing from his phone on the bedside table startled the two of you out of your lovestruck daze. With a grumble, he reached over and grabbed the device, you rolling off of him and sitting criss-cross on your side of the bed. He tapped the answer button and pressed the phone to his ear. You could just barely make out the words spoken on the other end. After a brief goodbye, Law hung up the call and uttered a heavy sigh before standing up and grabbing his uniform coat.

“Emergency surgery?” you asked. You were only slightly disappointed with the interruption of your intimate moment, but it was nothing you weren’t already used to.

He nodded with a frown before walking back over to you and stealing a quick kiss from your lips. “Patient just came into the ED with a STEMI. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Don’t worry about me, go save the world,” you said with a smile. He tossed you a somber grin as he stepped into his shoes, grabbed his work bag, and booked it out the door. Living two minutes away from the hospital by car definitely had its perks.

You were surrounded by silence in your apartment when the front door was closed behind your husband. With a sigh, you stood from the bed and paced toward Law’s wardrobe, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out one of his old sweatshirts. It had a custom design on the front of it, one that he also had tattooed on his back. His living situation after he lost his biological family wasn’t ideal, but the little ways he held onto the memory of his adoptive father always brought a smile to your face. You pulled the hoodie over you, taking off your bra underneath it and throwing it onto the end of your mattress, tiredly rubbing your sore breasts underneath the soft cotton of his shirt. You turned around to face the rest of your bedroom.

The pregnancy journal that you barely started writing in was placed on top of Law’s desk. With a deep breath, you grabbed the book, a pen, and a roll of white-out tape and proceeded to your couch in the living room.

You smiled at the sight of Bepo, stomach completely upward facing and paws outstretched as he snoozed away on his dog bed. You had a feeling Bepo was going to be an absolutely incredible big brother.

You leaned against a pillow rested along the arm of the couch and propped up your knees to place the book on your thighs. You finally mustered up your anxieties and opened the cover.

“Nothing but positivity,” you muttered to yourself. You uncapped the pen and started writing.

#x reader #reader insert #fem reader #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #i'm losing you

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mushroommanstan · 11 months

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Creepy Tenko asks if Y/N her big titties to give him a titjob?

“Ya like em sweetie?”

He nodded against your luscious lobes, his dry skin accidentally catching on your nipples a little and making you squeal. You grabbed his black locks instinctively and tried to hold his head still. The position you left him in had his neck craning up to you, his Addams apple standing out as he gazed into your eyes with such adoration you could swear you just promised him your kidney.

He slobbered over your globes messily, humping the air as he kept eye contact with you all throughout. The sight of his fluttering eyes and his tinted red face you were pressing into your bosom was almost enough to make you cum right then and there. It sent sparks of electricity down your spine, each pathetic whimper he let pass his lips making you moan out along with him.

“Mmmhmmm” he whined. “Y-mmy/n… I-I wanna… I wanna-“ you released your hold on his head, letting him swiftly, yet visibly reluctantly, leave the warm embrace your bazongas had given to his face.

“You wanna what baby?” You smirked down at him in amusement as his mouth opened and closed in desperate attempts to speak, small gasps only escaping for a short amount of time.

“W-wanna… wanna… wanna get ‘tit job mistress! Wan-want you to put y-your, mmmnhgaah, your t-t-tits ‘round my cock ‘n squeeze ‘em! Ngaah!”

You chuckled. Look at him, already in euphoria and you weren’t even touching him. I guess just the idea and potential opportunity for him was enough to get his cock pulsing painfully.

“Oooh, little Ten-Ten wants a tit job? Well, ok! Because you’ve been such a good boy-“ his cock visibly twitched “-you deserve a little treat. C’mere baby, sit up and let me work my magic~”

He raised up to your level eagerly, but before he could push your breasts down to his waiting cock you grabbed him by the hem of his hoodie and looked at him scornfully.

“But! If you ever forget to say ‘please’ again when begging me for help, I promise you there will be punishments. You’re lucky I’m letting it slide this time. After all, I’d think such naughty, perverted losers would know to take what they can get you cocky bastard.”

Your insults were hollow, you both well knew that. And frankly, they weren’t even that good. But they still excited you both and had shivers going down his spine as he was reminded of your authority.

He nodded submissively, and you loosened your grip before taking your hand off his shirt completely. Then, while still glaring at him in dominance you lowered your chest into his lap, as he let out a high pitched keen at the feeling of your blissfully warm and soft skin surrounding his cock.

They wrapped around his shaft, placing comfortable weight on his sensitive area like a weighted blanket would, and when you squeezed then together created a perfect little pocket for him to hump. Which he did, quite pathetically might I add.

It felt even better than he ever imagined, and he squealed while balling his bedsheets in his hands, jerking his hips up into your chest with such force his tip kept bumping into your chin.

It didn’t take long for him to climax, it never did, but since his dick was still pinned between your breasts, your face took the full impact of his discharge. He held your face up and moaned dramatically, eyes rolling back as he tugged at your hair and drooled in ecstasy. There was, so, so much cum. Again, like usual.

By the end of it, it practically looked like you had had a bowl of ranch dumped on your head. And the feeling of his warm seed drying on your face and the sight of his worn out body collapsing backwards onto your thighs had them rubbing together in excitement.

Oh yes, you’ll be doing this again.

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fuckmymunson · 2 years

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𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 - 𝐄.𝐌

a/n: Trying to write with a broken heart, excuse any typos, of course not proofread, love y'all, thank you for always brightening my heart ♡. Probably the too small and rushed, but I really liked this initial thought ):

cw: Stalker/Perv!Eddie, masturbation, brief mention of pubic hair, thoughts of sex (vaginal and kinda anal?), 18+.

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Eddie bit his lower lip, wrapping a large hand around his hard cock, pressing his back against the cold corrugated steel of his trailer. A thin layer of sweat coated his pale skin as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

He wouldn't miss the sight of you fresh out of the shower for anything in the damn world.

His chocolate eyes roamed unashamedly your naked form. You always forget to close the drapes. Fine with him, though. The towel pooled at your ankles and Eddie gasped in ecstasy. Tiny bits of water slid down your body, and he could only wish it was another thing sliding down your abdomen, your thighs…

Eddie loved your body. He worshiped every single inch of your body, if he could, he would kiss the ground you step on. Eddie adored how carefree you acted when you thought you were alone, and how genuine your attitude was. Eddie loved seeing you being you. His cock twitched against his palm when you turned around, facing the window, raising your arms to dry your hair. God, he would give everything just to wrap you in his arms and bury his face on your tits, to inhale your scent, your natural self, so fresh and hot. His eyes darted down almost immediately to your thighs, once again imagining how good they must feel around his head, suffocating him.

It was wrong, he was practically invading your privacy, but it wasn't his fault you were so beautiful and desirable. Eddie wasn’t guilty of his actions, at all. Why? Because at the end of the day it was his teeny tiny little secret, and, because he knew sooner or later, you would be his.

A heavy shiver ran through his spine, and he helplessly came with a gagged moan, hot ropes of his cum coating his hand and his white reeboks. Eddie groaned in frustration, he didn't mean to finish that quickly.

But seeing the adorable patch of hair between your legs did it for him. He wanted to bury his face between your legs, nibble your wet folds and bump his nose into your clit. He wanted to fuck you with his tongue and be coated with your slick, with your essence. Eddie was drunk at the mere thought of you.

Tucking his soft cock inside his tight black jeans, he whined pathetically when you bent down to pick up the towel, and he couldn't help but wonder how good you would feel bending over and letting him slap your precious, plump ass with his large hands, spreading your cheeks as he's pounding relentlessly on you, shaping your tight gorgeous pussy to the shape of his fat cock, before spitting right into your pretty asshole and teasing it with his thumb.

He got carried away in his dreams, in his nastiest fantasies and desires, immersing himself on the idea of your sweet voice moaning his name, tugging his black curls as he devoured you. Eddie was lost in his little daydream.

“Eddie?”

He blinked once, twice.

“Eddie?” It was Wayne, who was just leaving for his night shift. “It’s almost 1 am, what are you doing here?”

He looked back at your window, the curtains were closed, and the lights were off.

“Yeah, sorry, I just needed some air,” Eddie said, kicking a few rocks and tucking his hands in his pockets, trying to wipe off the cum stains.

Inside his trailer, he locked the door of his bedroom, and from under his filthy pillow, he grabbed one of your t-shirts, the one he stole from the cheap wire you hang up your clothes on. The scent of the fabric softener was replaced with his own musk, the strong scent of cigarettes and weed, and the dry residues of his cum.

Perhaps he could pay you a small visit one of these days

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six-white-venus · 3 months

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there’s a scar that extends over my body- long, lithe, endless.

it starts its journey from the back of my neck, right where my hairline ends and branches into two lines; one creeps up my face and cracks my skull in two and one slithers down my collarbone. my head still hurts, sometimes. i shake a bottle with no label and pills fall into my hand: white, pink, grey, blue. i swallow them dry.

the one down my collarbone has tapering ends- a ghostly white weed that has taken root in my chest, one that can never be plucked out. i smooth my hand over it and linger over a particularly nasty bump right where my heart beats. the clumsy stitches holding my wound together left a phantom pain behind. time has healed the wound to a mere scar but the pain, ever the loving old friend, drops by to say hi now and then.

i don’t like bitter things. it doesn’t sit well with the metal on my tongue and yet, that’s all i taste in the delicacies i’m being served by my beloved. maybe it’s yet another thing i’ve started to make up. or maybe, it’s the sight of the bleeding wound of yours that’s poisoning everything that touches my tongue.

the wound, it’s fresh and a horror to look at. you are white as a sheet, shaking, shaking and oh, i remember that. i remember that. i remember the only colour i used to see back then: an endless, cruel, grey.

i can see colours now. food on my tongue tastes like something. but i look at your blood and feel something akin to longing, to hunger. jealousy feels sour at first- like a candy made wrong- and then simmers down to a slow, unbearable bitterness. i assess the sight, committing every fold of the disfigured skin to memory, and ask, “how does it feel?”

“painful.”

the sudden image of my viscera spilling out of my gaping stomach fills my head. i blink and press my palm on my torso. it’s intact. i raise a glass of water to my lips and wash away the bitterness.

sometimes, when i’m laughing and giddy with happiness, it hits me. i am suddenly five and in a crowd full of strangers who are pushing and pulling and happy and feel that awful, disgusting desperation well up in me as i beg, “i wanna go home.” but i am not five and there is no crowd and i am wearing pajamas in my house and you are here and lord, i still want to go home.

“let me tend to it.”

you smile and extend your hurt with trusting eyes. shame tastes like stale milk and yet, i drink the barrel dry.

this scar of mine, it travels down my thighs and winds itself around my ankles, shackling them. i touch the raised skin, contemplative. it feels like seconds and ages ago at the same time, that fateful day i picked my skin apart, pushed my bones back all wrong and stitched it back together. i don’t bleed, not anymore. wrong has become my right and there’s nothing wrong with that.

this body of mine, it has never known what it meant to rest, what it meant to not bleed. i stand in front of the mirror and stare. the scar is long, lithe, endless. i can never finish mapping all the crevices of my body it hides in. home, for so long, was walls painted grey and endless nights and the embrace of my empty bed. it was brittle bones and trembling fingers and the anvil on my chest. and i think that’s what you call home too, now.

after stuffing my organs back in my body and stitching myself up for years filled solely with nights, holding myself together feels more natural than breathing. i see blues and purples and pinks now. my ribs are cracked open and filled with a garden of dandelions. i sleep and i wake up and my smile doesn’t waver. it’s new. it’s terrifying.

maybe, i’ve never known what a home is. today, my bones are strong and my heart is light and i find that it’s okay, it’s wonderful, it’s stellar to be alright. “i wanna go home” i think and with a start realise i can build one now. i think i would paint its walls a hundred different colours. it will be horrible. it will be mine.

“that looks painful,” i say, and mean it, “let me take care of it.”

you do. i wash your wounds with cold water and dry them with care. i press my lips over the patched-up skin and tell you it’ll heal, that it always does. you don’t believe me but that’s okay. i wouldn’t have, either. for now, i’ll cut some apple slices and try not to nick myself. the only way i know how to peel an apple is the way my father did: careful and slow, in an awfully clumsy way that ended up scraping more flesh than peel off the fruit.

we eat apples and you count my scars. they look like lightning, you say, and ask me how the thunder sounded. loud, i say and you hold my face like you could have shielded me from it. you didn’t, but it’s okay. we’re here now.

wounds scar. they heal. we will paint our walls yellow first- yellow like the sun, my garden of dandelions, your smile. in the warmth of our home with our bodies pressed together, the thunder won’t be so loud.

(for @nosebleedclub's january #18 prompt)

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meowzfordayz · 5 months

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a cheerful farewell

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: none

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I’m flying back to uni tomorrow and feeling a little pre-homesick (like you’re not there yet but you feel it because it’s your final night?? Does that make sense?😂)

Can I request Kyojuro comforting his s/o during their final night at home? Maybe a little cuddle session on the bed and “you’ll do great/ I’ll be waiting for you” kind of thing?

The apartment feels off when Kyojuro returns from his run, afternoon shadows usually so soft and welcoming climbing the walls instead with a mangled sense of urgency and coolness, your mug of tea abandoned on the coffee table, a familiar nest of blankets empty on the couch. A low hum vibrates in his throat Perhaps they decided to properly nap?, deftly slipping off his shoes, wincing at the faint scent wafting from his socks, padding quietly down the hallway toward the half open bedroom door.

“Honey?”

An uncomfortable silence answers him, different from the playful anticipation of knowing you’re hiding somewhere obvious for him to find, beads of sweat prompting him to hesitate—Maybe I should shower first?—before nudging at the door.

Something suspiciously you shaped greets him, your body a lump beneath the comforter, throw pillows and stuffed animals knocked to the ground in the wake of your burrowing.

“Leave m’ ‘lone.”

Kyojuro’s eyebrows raise at your muffled voice, his endeared expression invisible to you as he promptly walks to the side of the bed, a curious finger reaching out to prod at what he thinks is your back.

“Go shower you stinky man,” you mutter, rolling away from his poking, becoming ever so tightly swathed, “Shower, then snuggle, then takeout for dinner.”

“I appreciate you planning our agenda for the evening!” he laughs brightly, leaning over to kiss your shoulder (kneecap? head?), “I shall return for snuggles imminently!”

—

With mild concern, Kyojuro retreats from your disgruntled form, grabbing a random t-shirt and flannel pajama pants from the dresser as he hurries to the bathroom. Barely waiting for the water to heat, he hops into the shower, bar of soap hardly sudsing, skipping shampoo and conditioner in favor of patting himself dry, skin still damp and glistening as he clothes himself.

—

“Record speed,” you remark, feeling his steady weight sink into the mattress beside you, faint smiling tugging at your mouth, “Did you sprint?”

“Of course not!” Kyojuro declares, “Sprinting inside is dangerous!”

“Well did you even touch a towel?” you quip, head slowly emerging, “You had to shave time off somewhere in the process,” legs struggling to untangle themselves from the comforter.

“Would you like assistance?” he asks, dutifully pulling on the comforter’s edge, tacking on gently, “I was motivated by your apparent distress.”

With a huff, you finally free yourself, elbow nearly bumping into his face as you stretch out your limbs, his practiced hands shaking out the comforter till it drapes cozy and heavy atop both of you.

“More snuggling, less questioning,” you mumble, tucking your nose into his collarbone, toes sandwiching themselves between his calves, “M’justsadthatit’sover.”

“What is over?” Kyojuro’s brow furrows, one arm acting as your headrest, the other slung across your hip, “Is your favorite restaurant closing? Is that why you wanted to order takeout for tonight?”

“No, Kyo,” you sigh sheepishly, “Although, you’re so observant and thoughtful it makesmewannacry,” eyes squeezing shut, “Did you really forget?” swallowing thickly, “I’m flying back to university tomorrow,” whispering shakily, “And I miss you already.”

Everything falls into place with your admission, Kyojuro’s frown deepening as your teardrops make their way to his bicep, the gravity of tomorrow registering in the dim glow of early evening.

“I could never forget,” he murmurs, lips pressed against your hair, “I apologize, my love. I did not realize how affected you were,” maneuvering you easily and swiftly onto his chest, content now with you as his second comforter, “I suppose I take it for granted, that you will be okay, because I have known since our first I love you that I would wait without regret for you. I failed to consider that such assurance in my heart may not be as resounding in your own.”

“You’re such a sap,” you grumble, cheeks hot as you sniffle wetly, giggling despite yourself, “How do you come up with such fanciful and romantic sentences?”

“I do not come up with them,” he says simply, palms calloused and warm as he kneads at your lower back, “They are just the truth. I did not mean to neglect your feelings, but I also hope you understand how secure mine are for you.”

“What if I fail all my classes?”

“Your classes and my feelings are separate matters,” he chuckles fondly, lightly nipping at the top of your ear, “But I believe wholeheartedly in your ability to pass at least one!”

“Heyyyyy!” you whine, feigning offense as you butt your forehead against his jaw, “Rude much!”

“Fine, fine,” he grins broadly, “How about two?”

“Joke’s on you, because who do you think I’ll come crying to when I’m on the verge of failing all but one of my classes?” you retort.

“You can come crying to me anytime,” Kyojuro replies smoothly, still grinning, “But I am certain you will exceed your expectations and do splendidly!”

“I guess that’s better than at least one,” you scoff teasingly, interrupting yourself with a loud yawn, blinking sleepily as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, “Can we talk dinner now? It’s getting dark out.”

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