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The Bolter (part three)

Steve Rogers x f!reader

synopsis : Steve carries out his decision to return to Peggy, aiming to live out the rest of his days with her. But this means he's leaving everything behind - he's leaving you. Did he make the right choice? Will there be anything left with you to come back to?

in this chapter : The reader returns to New York for the first time after Steve left, reuniting with Bucky. We see a little more of what the reader and Steve went through while on the run.

themes/warnings : pining, tension, unrequited love, two sad saps (reader and Bucky) trying to get over trauma and heartache :(, language, brief mention of injuries

word count : <2k

masterlist ▪︎ previous chapter ▪︎ next chapter

2024, three months after Steve's departure

You just finished your second mission since the final battle.

Since Tony. Since Nat.

Since... him.

Only three months, or rather, three long months. You don't know why Sam was worried that you are apparently overworking yourself.

He keeps calling you up, checking in from time to time, making sure that you are allowing yourself to relax. Have a little break. Stay with them in New York for a while. Maybe even have a couple of sessions with the therapist Bucky is seeing.

He must have done a darn good job at convincing you, or maybe you were just exhausted, because you arrive back in New York soon enough.

And Bucky comes knocking on your door not long after.

Your eyes meet, both of you blocking your doorway. Not a single word needs to be said - the understanding you two share runs much deeper.

Two kindred abandoned souls and whatnot.

You step aside to let him through and close the door behind him. His hair is trimmed shorter now, and with his getup, he could pass as just another civilian. It takes another beat of silence before he finally asks, "So how are you?"

You snort at how ridiculous his question sounds. He knows. "How are you?" you counter, eyebrows raised in a challenge.

"Touché," he says, shrugging off his leather jacket and placing it atop your kitchen island. He knows his way around. He's been here before, on the many nights you both shared drinks with Natasha, Sam and... him.

Damn it. You curse internally. It's okay, his name was Steve. He's not the fucking boogeyman.

He gives you a quick once over, immediately noticing that you're putting a lot of your weight on your left leg.

"I fell out a window," you sigh.

"Fuck's sake," he grimaces, shaking his head.

"Hey, we can't all be super soldiers, Buck. My muscles are just a bit softer than yours."

He presses on, still concerned, "Checked in for your physical yet?"

"Booked it for tomorrow," you respond. "But it shouldn't be too bad."

You feel his eyes continue to scan you, but in a non-invasive way. He's checking for more injuries, more signs of wear and tear. He's a lot like Steve, but his gaze is different, less commanding.

More broken.

"Anything new?" you have to ask to distract yourself, and he picks up on it right away. About Steve. He hasn't shown up like he said he would. You had been dreading it - the possibility of seeing a much older Steve, after he got to live out his life in this timeline.

He promised he would try and find you. A version of him, at least. White-haired and wrinkled and weary, but still your Steve. He said you would see him again, in what would be his future and your present, and say a real goodbye. Maybe even tell you all about his life and his girl.

You thought you blocked all that out, but sadly it did not slip your mind. You remember. And you didn't want to be there when it happens.

But nothing did, and you didn't know whether to be worried or relieved.

"Nothing," Bucky shakes his head. "But Dr. Banner is keeping track on whether there are any anomalies in the timeline, specifically in where Steve went back. Everything seems to be normal."

He's fine, and he finally got his normal. And you should let go.

As if he can read your mind, Bucky says, "It's hard to let go, isn't it?"

He's struggling. Of course he is. Bucky also has an old skin to shed, and bones to bury. You never encountered the Winter Soldier back in the day, but you heard of him.

Once you got to know Bucky, you never needed to know anything else. This is who he really is, and he's a good person. He's your friend.

And Steve trusted him. He believed in him. That would have been enough in your eyes, if anything.

"What makes you think I haven't let go yet?" you smile weakly.

He exhales, smiling back. Because, he seems to say, I know you.

Stepping forward, he opts for putting a hand on your shoulder first, unsure. He squeezes gently once, but then changes his mind and pulls you in for a hug at the last second, careful not to add any stress on your leg.

It takes the breath out of you, with his vibranium arm wrapped around your midtorso.

"I'm glad you're back," he mumbles against your hair.

Bucky knows that only you would really understand. The others, maybe they loved Steve too. Admired him. But it was different with the two of you.

Clint can move on with his family. Sam has his new responsibilties. Thor is out of world. Wanda has her own burden to bear. The world will go on as it always has.

But not for us, you think. As he held you tight, you decide that you will help Bucky through it. You will make sure that he gets the peace that he deserves and he is able to let go of Steve. Even if doesn't happen for you, this would be enough.

You offer him a drink after a moment, and he accepts without hesitation.

This is how it starts. This is how the two of you begin to move on.

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2017, ten months after the Avengers' Civil War

"Where were you?" Steve's voice came from somewhere in the room. He was seated in the small living room of your shared cabin, blinds drawn shut, almost out of sight.

You twisted around, and let your duffel bag fall to the floor. Squeezing the bridge of your nose, you let out a shaky breath. "What the hell, Steve, you nearly scared me."

You rummaged through the cupboard, looking for your stashed whiskey. "Nearly," you repeated in jest, when you heard him making his way to you.

You got a much better look at him then. His hair had darkened due to its length, and his beard was thicker. You were going to need several swigs of hard alcohol to resist jumping his bones.

"I was worried," he said, and his tone was gentler. It made you feel guilty, and you didn't know why. "I came back from Wakanda and you were gone."

"I wasn't gone, Steve. Sam needed help getting away with something, you know how it is. We don't exactly have a set schedule on when and where to go, given our fugitive status."

"I know, I know," he said right away, frustrated. What's wrong with him? "But you could have called, left a note - "

"A note could have been intercepted."

" - anything. Just to let me know how you are. You could have been taken in for all I know - "

"You really think I would let them take me in?"

He threw a stern glare your way, propping a hand on his hip. Based on his stance, you thought of how it looked like Captain America was about to give you a good scolding.

But you beat him to it. You were just too tired, and your arm was killing you. "Look, Steve, I had to help Sam and you were still in Wakanda checking up on Bucky. I didn't think it was a big deal. I thought I would be back here by the time you - "

"What's wrong with your arm?" he interrupted you, his practiced eyes easily noticing the damage, and reached for your forearm. "Take your jacket off."

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head before you can catch yourself. "What?" you squeaked, but you knew just what he meant.

Steve was on full Captain mode, always looking out for anyone he feels responsible for. That's all it was. You had to remind your hopeful self that it was nothing more.

His hands were waiting by the neckline of your jacket, asking for permission. Ever so polite, even when his mood is sour.

You can ignore a lot of things, compartmentalize your emotions. You're used to it all, not getting too attached to anyone or anything as a result of your chosen life.

But you couldn't ignore the burning feeling his fingertips left behind as they grazed your skin. When he guided you to the couch so he can take a better look at the bruises on your arm, you were seated close. The closest you've ever been to each other, but he didn't look fazed at all.

Of course not. This doesn't mean the same to him, as it does to me.

You watched him the entire time, his long eyelashes almost grazing his cheek as he looked down at his work. His brows furrowed in concentration. Once in a while, he mumbled something that sounded like, never should've happened, or gotta watch out next time.

It didn't take long for him to fix you up nicely, your arm disinfected and wrapped in gauze.

After you thanked him, you stood from the seat, ready to compartmentalize that moment too. Because that was not the time to go falling for anyone, especially not someone who was just too good for you.

But he grabbed your hand before you walked away, looking up at you as he stayed seated.

"Steve?" There it was again, that burning. That warmth. If he didn't notice the goosebumps on your skin before, you were sure he saw them then.

"I - " he hesitated, before finally deciding on, "I'm glad you're okay."

You tilted your head, smiling. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, y'know."

His worried and serious expression drops and he smiled, eyes all crinkled.

And that was one sight you won't ever be able to ignore.

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A week later, Natasha dropped by. Sporting a brand new white-blonde hairdo that suited her just as fine as her signature red.

You teased her about it, saying how she must have been waiting for an opportunity like this to have an excuse to drastically switch out her hairstyle.

The two of you sat on the bench on the patio while Steve chopped up wood in the distance, looking like a right ol' lumberjack.

He looked too damn good, and it annoyed you. He wasn't making any of it easy.

"You could switch your hair out too, you know. It helps in going incognito," she reached over and twirled a strand of your hair.

You swatted her hand away playfully, grinning, "Oh, but my face is too memorable so it might not even work."

"Oh really?" she smiled, with that mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, Steve certainly seems to think so."

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"He looks at you like you're his sun or something," she stretched out, amused by the obvious rush of blood to your face.

You shook your head profusely, because of how wrong you thought her assumptions were. "He looks at me because there's no one else around here to look at. Not for at least fifty miles or even more."

"Honey, please. It's my job to know these things."

"Oh, is it now?"

"Mhmm," she patted your knee, tilting her head in Steve's direction without turning to look at him. "I'm willing to bet Tony's LA mansion that he's looking at you right now."

"No, he's not - "

"Then prove me wrong."

But you turned, and you couldn't prove her wrong.

Your eyes met Steve's and when he realized your attention was on him, he simply smiled.

Like you were his sun, Natasha had said. But she was a bit off the mark.

You were never Steve's sun, but he was yours.

Read part four here ~

taglist (let me know if you wish to be added!) : @vicmc624 @littleliyah16 @babezawa @klammykayla @justsebstan @blue--ingenue @numblytemporary @bradshawass @delicious-xx

It will be a bit more of jumping back and forth through time, before we see everyone back together (even Steve? 🤷🏻‍♀️)

It's the start of a potential Bucky x reader. I gotta be careful here because I might just flip and want the reader to be with him instead.. who could ever look over Bucky???? He's going to make it hard for us that's for sure.

#steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #the avengers #mcu #chris evans #captain america #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #the bolter

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anadiasmount · 1 month

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can you write something smutty with brothers bsf! jude?? 🫡🤭

brothers bsf! jude 😵‍💫 DONTTT PLAYYY 😣 might not be the best but it’s definitely something 🤞🏻

you didn’t know how the two of you managed to escape, but you did. the night starting off with a small boat ride, watching the moon and stars as you spoke quietly amongst yourselves to now, where he had you placed on the dresser in his room. legs wrapped his middle as his lips devoured you as you struggled to keep up with him. it was hard becoming quiet now, all you could feel was him pressed against you.

jude picked you up, carrying you to his bed and locking the door. he removed your top, lips never leaving yours as he struggled to untie your shorts. you let out a small giggle, covering your face shyly as the white button up shirt he had was gone as well. your steps all over the place as he headed to his bed, laying you carefully and spreading your legs open with his knee.

your thighs struggling to stay open as you clenched your walls against nothing. jude licked his bottom lip undoing his own pants and his belt with one hand, staring down at you to see how the moment was affecting you. your cheeks flushed, eyes barely open, mouth taking soft yet deep breaths, he hasn't done anything, yet you were already all over the place. trembling, begging for some sort of tainted touch from your brothers best friend.

it was so wrong. this was the boy next door who came over all the time, having play dates with your brother, growing up to be one of the most successful footballers. it didn’t feel real, and over all no matter how forbidden what y’all were doing it felt right, perfect almost. you were madly in love with him, and jude the same, if not even more.

your hand searched to find somewhere to tighten, head rolled back as his skillful tongue traced your skin, feeling how he flicked your nipple and kissed around it. he marked your neck, kissing below your chin and then grabbed your face before capturing your lips together again. tongue fighting with yours as your soft moans and whimpers fell out and filled the room. "just one taste and look where we are...” he spoke deeper.

he moved your underwear to the side, his middle finger softly tracing from your erect nipples, to your belly piercing, and now your soft and wet folds. you whimpered, bucking your hips up to feel him. it was a longing desire, a desperate attempt.

"please jude... i need you there," you pleaded, looking up at his eyes, jude watching them roll back as he softly played with your bundle of nerves and circled your aroused entrance. "you need me here? hmm," he made your wish come true, his fingers slowly entering as he continued to softly rub and circle your clit.

you shut your legs at the feeling, jude letting out a small tsk and hiss, "uh uh... keep them open, it will be worth it,” he kissed you, feeling you struggle as you arched your back in pleasure and spread your legs once again, to his command. "there you go, good girl.." the night was just starting for the both of you, your friends and brother long gone. all you cared was spending a night full of intimate love and motion with your boyfriend.

you swallow a cold breath, nails rugged deep in jude’s biceps as he praised you over and over, his fingers moving in a curling place inside you. you back arching off the mattress, his kisses drowning you deeper against this magnet hold he had with you, it’s addicting, to you and him. “shit baby… so tight and it’s just my fingers…”

“i want more jude,” you whine, moving your hips again to feel him even closer but he retracts. jude captures your lips again, swallowing the loud moan that was bound to escape your lips into the shared house. “quiet darling… the whole house might here you if you keep moaning this loud,” jude said between your kiss.

“i’m sorry…”

“don’t apologize… it’s just me and you okay?” you nodded at his words, watching as he slowly stripped into nothing, grabbing a condom and slowly rolling down his long girthy shaft, a pent out groan escaping his throat as he stroked himself. he joined you once again on the bed, eyes locked in, not either of you wanting to escape this lustful moment.

you closed your eyes at the stretched out feeling as he slowly entered you, little by little filling you up to a brim. you but your lip, only whimpering when he fully was inside you. his cock twitching with anticipation and a sort of relief from the tightness caused by your walls. you gasped out a moan, jude hiding into the crook of your neck as he slowly moved his hips into you again.

“so perfect and all mine…”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham smut

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anantaru · 6 months

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DAY 26 — DEGRADATION

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — jing yuan, luocha

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, degradation, very mean, very rough as well, slight power imbalance

𖧡 — JING YUAN

"i can't believe you let yourself get fucked like that,"

jing yuan utters down on you, "yet you feel so disgustingly good," and his soulless eyes that look anything else but friendly, are pin pointed on your every reactions— although the moment that you clench around his length due to his words setting a literal fire on your wet sex, he holds back any shameful sounds for a good minute, yet his uneven breathing was giving it away, the general was enjoying this.

you finally flutter your lashes up to look up at him, your expression drenched in a haze with his own remaining flat and distant— and a slight scare claws at your gut when jing yuan curls his palms under your knees to place them on top of his shoulders before looming his complete weight forward, on the brink of splitting you in half.

it stung a little, yes, but at least he allowed to you to take a good, deep breather before he continued— you do have to admit to yourself that it was rare for jing yuan to treat you like a human, or without any belittling undertones at that.

situations like these in particular had become a comfortably familiar norm of your usual reunions— it would always start with jing yuan calling you to his bedroom, next commanding you to remove your garments for him before he'd let you lay down on his bed, with no words said out loud, but you felt the connection in the pit of your stomach, a warm, coming-to-life tingle that couldn't be a made up or remain an imagination.

despite the fact that he fucked you senselessly, once enticed in your hot cunt he'd never stop until he hasn't filled you up with his seed at least three times in a row, and you welcome him, dearly, his fingers holding over the curve of your hips as you grind yourself into his movements, the repeated clench of your walls around his cock making him twitch violently through your ringing sensitivity.

jing yuan hung his head low and let out a heavy sigh before resting it against your forehead, rewarding you with a small smile, which was new to you but you didn't mind— right now, your body was under a lot of overloaded pleasure and a comforting flood of a hot sensation crawled up your entire body, tears and drool coveting your entire face.

"at least— ugh, you're useful for this," jing yuan mutters a curse before he fucked you harder, never releasing his cock from your tight confines until you're gritting your teeth together, forced to being pushed back against the wet mattress with both of his hands clasping around the headboard and keeping you how he wanted you to, pounding into you with increasingly harder thrusts that you're screaming at the top of your lungs, your swollen pussy feeling like on fire every time you met his cock bulging inside your cunt.

𖧡 — LUOCHA

"don't you dare waste my time," a crumbling moan flutters from your parted lips as luocha first moves his hips into you— and the moment you feel him plummet into you, you're so far gone, he didn't even try properly and you're at his mercy, as always, showing the painful truth of the situation.

"all you can think about is this, yeah?" he spat and he could only imagine how hurt you felt by his words as you frantically ache for him to fuck you already, "—how revolting,"

luocha wasn't necessarily mean to you, although he wasn't nice either. sure, he knew his way around your body and how to make you scream his name just when he felt like it, but there wasn't an inch of tenderness nor passion, it was almost like a business proposal— you show up, undress yourself and fuck him. while you do not mind and consented to this kind of relationship, you also wouldn't challenge him on changing his ways with you, with the power he supposedly held being wildly frightening to outside spectators.

even though you were burning up from being caged under a much larger person, your fear of being unable to breathe steadily was cut off by the feeling of luocha biting down on your lower lip and nibbling on the flesh as he continued thrusting into the almost suffocating heat inside of your trembling frame. the man growls in an equal amount of pain and pleasure when he felt your blunt nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders and paint him with red marks that manifested all over the scratched open skin.

his thrusts, keeping them fast and shallow, while luocha's eyes, were distant and barely looking at you— but he does enjoy it, you were a firm believer in that, there was no way he'd still be this hard and aching if he wouldn't like you at least a little bit, obviously ignoring all the times where he had been calling you filthy words out loud.

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan smut #luocha x reader #luocha smut #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #star rail x reader #star rail smut #kinktober #hsr jing yuan x reader #hsr luocha x reader

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skyeslittlecorner · 2 months

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I just notice that all the kings are like... really tall...

So... Could I request some headcanons about the kings with a smol MC (smolllll) are going for a walk, then MC tries to keep up with their long steps and said "Wait for me! I got little legs!!!". The king's reactions plssssss 😭😭 (sorryyyyy for the grammar 🥹)

They’re HUGE and perfect this way. PB didn't skimp on giving them growth steroids. And I'm talking about all their sizes. 38 cm… AHKEM back to the point. Poor Satan, he's the only one of reasonable size in human terms and suffers for it lmao Mocking him for it is my love language

Also, don't worry about your English, it's good! As long as we understand each other everything is fine. I'm not native english speaker myself.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan will look at you over his shoulder. He walks quite fast and is always in front to protect you. Usually, he will slow down a bit, but he won't want to walk hand in hand with you unless you are in a safe place or someone else is in front of you. For safety. If he wants to tease you, he'll pretend he doesn't hear you down there (do you know how satisfied that makes him? Finally, someone shorter than him). Ah, if you need to get somewhere fast, be ready to be thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. And he really hope it pisses you off~

Mammon slows down immediately. His Master's words are his command. It will take him a while to learn to walk really slowly, he is huge, his one step is your three. “Maybe we can work on speeding you up, Master? Maybe I'll carry you in my arms? Sedan chair? Levitating shoes? What do you mean, such thing doesn't exist? We will invent it for you. Walking slower is enough? Alright, then be it.” Still, he likes the idea of carrying you the most, so be prepared that sometimes your walk will be in his arms.

Beelzebub will speed up, turn on his heel and walk backwards, teasing you in the process. “These poor little legs need some work out, what do you say to run with me~?” His taunts go in one ear and out the other because you wonder how he hasn't tripped yet. When he gets tired of teasing you, he will come over and wrap his arm around your waist. That way he won't forget to go at your pace (suuure, we all know that’s not the real reason).

Leviathan will stop in place. If you run into his back, expect a glance of contempt over his shoulder. "Pathetic." But despite his muttering to himself, he'll be the only one who remembers it. Always. You may not pay attention to it anymore, because from now on he will always walk at a pace that is not a problem for you. He will remember it and adjust his speed to you every time. After all, he's perfect, isn't he?

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb mammon #whb leviathan #skye's little talk

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karteinss · 9 months

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Maid Cafe | 03: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭

Dom! Male Reader x Sub! Albedo

Chapter 3 of my Wattpad series ! | M.list

Cw: slight(?) dacryphilia, Sub! Albedo, Male! Reader

Yet another day of overtime in your god forsaken company. The thing is, it's already 11.30PM.

You should 𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 be paid $100 more for each hour you had to waste for overtime. It really was tiring.

You sighed, leaning back against your office chair- thinking about anything to release your stress.

But suddenly, an idea popped up in your head.

What better way is there to relieve yourself besides jerking off?

Jerking off to whom?

Well, of course.

It was Scara, your new-found crush.

It was really surprising.

A guy who you only met once and that's because you paid for his presence.

How awful.

You sighed, you could feel your pants tightening- you were already hard.

You palmed at your growing bulge as you let out a loud groan, you were lucky you were alone in the office.

As you kept rubbing your hand against to bulge, you realize how it wasn't as good as Scara's blowjob..

Well, you couldn't move on from the feeling.

His hot, wet mouth sucking your hard cock-

Gods, it was such an amazing sight.

You groaned even louder, your fingers caressing the pant's fabric.

Oh god, guess you have no other way but to visit that maid cafe again.

And here you were, 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

You never thought you'd be such a horny bastard but here you were, Infront of the lighten up cafe.

As you walk inside the door, you realized no one was there to greet you.

How odd.

As you looked around, the area didn't have as much people as before.

Damn, what happened?

As you looked around, looking like a lost child, you were suddenly greeted by a soft unfamiliar voice.

"Are you lost?"

The voice said, you turned around to see a light blonde haired man with pretty features-

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴..

You blinked once, then twice.

"Ah, no..I was just wondering why it was so empty.." You said, a drop of sweat falling from your neck.

The man seemed to understand as he nodded, "Ah, I see. Are you here to order food or-"

"Im here for your special service." You cut him off which the mean just looked at you with an unfazed expression.

"I see, who are you looking for?"

"Is..is Scara available?"

You asked, which the man quickly responds with a no.

"Unfortunately no, he hasn't come to work in the past few days..Anyone else?" He quickly tried to change the subject.

How odd

You thought for a second.

What were you planning to do here, anyway?

Maybe..

Sex?

Are you really trying to waste your virginity on some man you won't meet again?

Well, yes.

You were.

"Can I take you? I'm looking to have..sex." You said, slightly flustered- Meanwhile, the blonde haired man just oh so casually nodded.

He quickly led you to one of the rooms in the back, you both went inside as he locked the door.

You sat on the bed, already trying to take your clothes off.

The man just stared, it was awkward at first but when you slip off your boxers- you were already hard.

It was quite embarrassing..or was it not?

You just stayed silent, trying to look at the man Infront of you but when you did look;

You saw his eyes widening, seemingly impressed or amazed at your size.

How corny..

You coughed, trying to get rid off the awkward atmosphere.

"hey uhm..what's your name?" You asked, trying to make the thick atmosphere go away.

The man seemed to shake his thoughts away as he replied, "Call me Albedo..Master."

Ah, that name again..

Was it really necessary to be called master?

"So..uhm, this is my first time and I.."

You flushed, embarrassed to admit it was your first time.

"How can I..y'know.."

"lay down."

The man commanded which you quickly did as he said, you laid down on your back- The bed was comfortable, that's good.

You closed your eyes for a second but you quickly opened them when you feel a sudden weight added to your thighs, you glanced over as you saw it was Albedo.

oh wow what a shocker!

Albedo seemed to take something out of his pocket-

oh, it was packet of lube.

He ripped the packet and smeared the lube onto your very hardened cock. He spreads the lube onto the base of your cock till the tip of it, his cold fingers and the cold lube sent a shock through your body as you let out a groan.

The man made sure to evenly smear the lube onto your cock, even slightly teasing your slit and made you let out yet another groan.

The way he thumbed at your slit was so goddamn good, his soft and slim fingers felt so good on your cock and all you could do is flinch when he starts moving his hands up and down.

Unfortunately the sensation didn't last long as he quickly raised his hips to slightly hover on your hard cock, the tip slightly rubbing against his rim.

As albedo lowered his hips downwards, your slicked cock slipped and didn't pierce through his rim, making him let out a gasp.

He tried again, lowering himself onto your cock just for your cock to slip away and instead rub against his buttocks.

He became even more frustrated, even slightly whining.

"𝘯𝘯𝘩..𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.."

Albedo kept trying to thrust your cock into his hole but to no avail, making him very frustrated.

"𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘺.." Albedo whimpers softly, your cock was apparently too big to fit.

He was getting tired, he eventually gave up as he sat on your thigh with a small pout.

"Just put it in me yourself.." He says, pouting childishly.

Which you agreed, you sat up straight as you placed Albedo onto the bed while you stood up behind him, his ass rubbing against your still hardened cock.

You tried to slip your cock in but to no avail, it kept getting you frustrated.

Albedo too was annoyed, his thighs were quivering and clenching around nothing.

You tried to slip it in again but to no avail, but this time your cock slipped in between his thighs, making you let out a moan at the sudden heat and clenching.

"𝘈𝘯𝘩𝘩~ 𝘸𝘩𝘺'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯-𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴..?" He asks, his voice was slurred and sounded oh so innocent as he looks back at you.

"I..it feels..good.." You were honest, it felt good.

Currently, his thighs were clenching against your cock, the head of his soft and plump thighs were like heaven, your cock hardened even more as you couldnt help but thrust into the warm heat, letting out both groans and moans.

“mnhh..[Y/n]...” Albedo cried out as your thrusts were becoming faster than ever, the way your wet cock was sliding against him made his eyes roll back.

He really needed you inside of him..

“Pleashhh— anhhhh...mff~

[Y/n]..w-wanthh...mworenhhh!!!” You couldn't help but get even more flustered as Albedo's moans and cries were so goddamn lewd, you gripped his hips tightly to the point it might leave a mark as you kept getting faster.

Skin against skin rang throughout both of your ears, it was as if you both were actually having sex.

As you felt yourself reaching release, you gripped Albedo's cheek as you kissed him roughly—

Your teeth clashed with his as you bought over dominance, though the ending was predictable.

You thrusted faster and faster, trying to reach your climax as you stared at the sight under you, Albedo's trembling figure and sweat made your cheeks were hot and red, you were panting harshly as you couldn't stop fucking his thighs, all the lewd noises were making you even more turned out as you let out a final groan before you finally came.

“Nghh..!” Albedo whined as too, came. He looks down to his stomach to see his cum sticking onto his abdomen, meanwhile your cum was staining the sheets below.

Both of you breathed heavily, you looked down to see how albedo was a crying mess, drool and saliva was visible near his lips.

Your body gave up on you as you laid down on the stained bed.

Fuck, maybe next time you'll lose your virginity.

Maybe.

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nackrosor · 5 months

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~"On My Terms"~

Sub!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x dom!Reader

warnings/tags: 18+, smut, p*rn without plot, mªsturbation (male receiving), sub/bottom Ghost, sub/dom dynamic, edging, orgasm delay, post-orgasm torture, established relationship, change of power dynamics, kinkyyy

summary: for once, you want to be the one in control.

word count: 4,1k

Simon’s hand is warm on your bare shoulder, his thumb gently rubbing it, drawing patterns on your skin.

His dark tired eyes are set on the tv screen, his back resting against the bedpost, arm draped around your body holding you close beside him. He's relaxing on the mattress after a long day on the field.

He has no wounds, is not ill, and is not ailing in any particular area; he is simply physically fatigued.

His exhaustion is evident from the way his head is inclined to the side as it lays on the wooden board, or from the way his long trunk-like legs stretch straight ahead, stiff, on the mattress.He hasn't even taken off his shoes yet, and he's been lying in the same position for about 30 minutes since returning home. He hasn't said anything to you since he marched in, not even when you offered to make him something to eat; he simply shook his head and beckoned you closer with a flick of his hand. And you immediately joined him on the bed, letting him pull you closer to his side, as if your presence and the warmth of your body would help him relax, as if you were the only thing he needed right now.

You've been staring at the passing images on the television with a passive gaze the entire time, your head resting on his firm chest, one of your arms loosely wrapped around his abdomen in a cosy side-hug.

From the moment you recognised the first signs of his fatigue, a thought has been pestering your mind, one that - truth be told - has recently become an unshakable idea of yours. You've been looking forward to a night like this. Waiting for him to be in such a tired state so that you could more easily… well… make him… or rather, be…

You shiver a little against him as you clear your throat; your abrupt movement causes him to take a deeper breath and tighten his arm around you, but he doesn't say anything.

You're losing your composure by simply fantasising about such an idea. You can't take it anymore. This is your opportunity. Your golden chance to finally satisfy that urge, that craving you've been putting off for as long as you and Simon have been together. Yes, because... having someone like Ghost as a lover doesn't really afford someone like you - obviously smaller in stature and weaker in strength - as much freedom in bed as you'd like. It's not that you're dissatisfied; in that aspect, you've never been more satisfied or cared for. And you can't really blame him; it's not his fault he can effortlessly manhandle you or make you lose your mind with a simple touch or a look most of the time. You're content with being on the receiving end of the action. You love how dominant he is, how he employs his strength to make you feel utterly powerless or protected and safe, depending on the circumstances at hand. He is in command at all times and in all aspects of his life. It's part of the job, part of his history. He never lets go, and he most likely can't... This thought is what has been holding you back the most, what has prompted you to hide and suppress this other side of you; a side that longs to take control from time to time, a side that yearns to make such a dominating man feel powerless, to make him beg, whimper, and utterly surrender to you... The idea of it excites you so much that you need to... you must...

"Are you feeling cold?"

The startling sound of his raspy voice makes you jump as though you've been jolted awake from a rousing dream, and you lift your head to meet his gaze.

"Huh?"

Simon’s gaze narrows imperceptibly at your wild-eyed look and he reluctantly lets go of your shoulder as you draw away from his side.

"You were shivering…"

"Oh, uhm…"

You hurriedly run your hand through your hair, your gaze darting about the room as you try to regain your composure. He's almost caught you... No, he has caught you thinking about him, even if he is unaware of it. He has no idea that your body was simply reacting to the fantasy you were enacting in your mind.

Your eyes return to his, and you meet his inquisitive look. He's probably wondering why you're taking so long to answer such a simple question, or why you're staring at him as if he holds the ultimate answer to the meaning of life.

It's now or never , you tell yourself, clenching your jaw as you make your decision.

Silently, maintaining eye contact, you sit up on your knees and slowly position yourself on top of him, straddling his lap. You hold your breath while looking down at his face, anticipating his reaction.

Simon holds your gaze, his expression enigmatic, his body immobile aside from a light tremble you felt as soon as your thighs wrapped around his. Your eyes are drawn to his hands as he raises them to grasp your hips. A whispery chuckle escapes his lips.

"I see… You do seek warmth..." His voice is low, almost a purr, and tinged with humour. “Come here…”

He pulls on your hips to propel you closer, but you instantly stop him. Your palms seize his wrists and tear them away from your body, pinning them to the mattress.

"No."

Your gestures and stern tone cause him to raise an eyebrow in both stupor and amusement. You and he both know you can't keep him still; he can easily remove his hands from your grip if he wants to, but... he doesn't. For the time being, at least. He appears to be intrigued enough by your peculiar behaviour to allow you to have your way.

"Someone feels bold tonight..." he remarks with a languid smile, his eyes still locked on yours, making your confidence falter as usual.

“What’s on your mind, kitten?”

You take a deep breath, hoping to ease the turmoil growing within you, while your gaze wanders hungrily over his figure. If this crazy fantasy of yours is just meant to last a few moments, you want to be sure you commit the mouthwatering image of him pinned under your weight in your mind. His fitting grey t-shirt embraces every muscle, accentuating his huge figure even further, while his cameo trousers, free of the belt he earlier tore away, are raised at the inseam, doing nothing to conceal the large package hidden beneath.

Your gaze slowly returns to his face, and you meet his delighted expression once more. He raises both brows, expecting you to talk .

"I've been thinking about this for a while..." You quietly declare, then bite your lower lip as warmth floods your cheeks. It's difficult to express such a deeply rooted desire, especially in words. However, your craving for it outweighs any embarrassment you may feel at coming clean.

"I want to be in control for once..."

Your vulnerable admission hangs in the air. His face is inscrutable while he stares up at you with that damned lazy smile of his. Then, with ease, he releases one of his hands from your grip and gently brushes his knuckles over the side of your neck, sending a chill down your spine.

"You want to take control, huh?" His voice contains a mixture of mockery and sincere devotion. It's as if he wants to commend you for your unexpected display of bravery while also taunting you for believing you could pull it off.

"And what are you going to do to me?”

As he humours you, his tone is condescending, amused, and mocking - it's rather irritating.

You grab his hand again and firmly press it back down on the mattress. This time, you trap both of his wrists beneath your knees so he can't free them as easily. He could still grab your legs and push you away or swap positions, but that would take a lot more energy than he seems to have right now.

Simon appears to be genuinely impressed by your actions, which gives you the confidence you need to take it a step further.

"I want to touch you..." you reply matter-of-factly, slipping your hand between your bodies and towards his bulge, your gaze set on his. "Please you... on my terms."

"Your terms..."

Ghost's gaze leaves yours for the first time since the game began, drifting down to your hand. He watches as you hook your finger over the hem of his trousers then slowly unzip his fly. The next moment, you're touching him from above the fabric of his boxers and he lets out a raspy groan.

"Yes, my terms..." you emphasise, your eyes piercing into his while your hand teases him. "Which means you only have to keep laying there and let me do the rest..." you add in a sultry whisper. You're slowly growing confident in your actions, fact that has not gone unnoticed by Simon.

He looks up at you, his eyes glinting with mischievous excitement. He lets out another quiet groan but it doesn't seem like he's going to say anything more. He keeps on lying on the bed, making no effort to move or to pin you down. He lacks the energy to switch roles and have his way with you.

He's letting you touch him and hold him still. Apparently, your little display is enough to impress him and pique his interest. Perhaps he's intrigued about what you have in mind or how far you'd go to get what you want. And since he appears to be willing to indulge you for the time being, you take full advantage of this opportunity and press your hand harder on him, starting to stroke your palm up and down - the fabric of his boxers creates even more friction between your palm and his sensitive skin.

You bend forward just enough to bring your face closer to his. Your eyes roam over his sharp, beautiful features before returning to meet his.

"You're so tired tonight... Aren't you, babe?" you ask softly, your tone mockingly condescending. "I'll take care of you..."

Ghost is growing more and more excited, as evidenced by the way his chest starts to rise and fall more rapidly, but especially by the way he's tensing and growing under your touch.

"I'm tired, yes... but..." He responds slowly, letting his words linger in the air for a few moments before continuing. His intense gaze is locked on yours.

"You don't want to take care of me. You want to use me. Your way."

His words send a shockwave through your body. He can see right through you, right through your actions! Yes, it is true. You want to take advantage of his exhausted state and do whatever you want with him. Just as he does with you the rest of the time to make you feel oh, so good.

You're stunned and you struggle to regain control of yourself for a moment, but then you abruptly take him in your hand and squeeze his erection. You're rewarded right away with a flex of his thighs and a breathless groan.

"Would that be so bad?" you ask, your tone clear and urgent. Your intense arousal is becoming frustrating. You must satiate it.

"Say it." you command, your lustful gaze fixed on his. Both you and Simon are taken aback by the authoritative tone of your voice. "I want you to say it."

You notice his gaze drifting down towards your hand, his eyes gleaming with eagerness. His pupils dilate, almost as if he's mesmerised by your actions and demeanour, which are so different from what he's used to.

“...You're... so... commanding..."

His voice is still filled with humour, yet he now sounds hesitant to speak, as if he wants more of your actions but doesn't want to give you any satisfaction of him asking for more - as if he's toying with you, daring you to make the next move.

"Say it, Simon." Your voice is now louder and more stern.

He maintains eye contact, just as he does when he is in charge. He still wants to act as if he's the one in control, as if he's allowing you to talk to him and touch him like that... But you both know it's different this time. You can feel his resolve waver, the shift in power dynamics taking its toll on him, drawing him into your web. It is just a matter of time. You're not going to give up now. He will be the one to yield.

Your hand travels up his erection, wrapping around the tip and gripping it firmly once again. You can hear him take a strong intake of air through his nose this time.

“What do you want me to say, huh kitten?”

His voice comes out a bit strained despite him attempting to hide it with his teasing tone.

Your free hand swiftly moves to his face, grabbing and locking his jaw. Before you grasp his glans again, you make sure his attention is on you. You brush the pad of your thumb over the slit and when you watch his brows furrow and facial muscles twitch, even if only for a split second, your eyes light up with excitement. You can also feel your skin moisten at the contact. Your teeth pop out to bite your bottom lip and keep a grin at bay. He's already leaking precum, which only confirms that he's enjoying this new dynamic.

"Tell me you want to be used." You command again, your voice barely above a whisper but with a clear demanding edge in it.

You keep your gaze fixed on his, engaging him in a battle of dominance. You must prove to him that you are not afraid, that you have no hesitation about taking charge.

You can feel his jaw clench under your grip, hot air flowing from his nostrils directly onto your tightened hand. His eyes travel over your determined expression, seemingly searching for something... something that isn't there. No, not today.

For a moment, he does not appear as powerful and in control as he usually does. He's doing everything he can to fight back, remain dominant and in charge, but something in his mind is clearly breaking apart.

He sighs and looks up at you. Your heart skips a beat as your eyes meet again.

He simply utters two words in a low, husky voice:

“Do it.”

You can't even remember the last time you felt a rush this intense.

“Use me.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat, and a shiver goes down your spine. Hearing him surrend in your fantasy is one thing; hearing him submit in real life is a whole different story. A completely unexpected sense of euphoria pervades you - one you were definitely unprepared for - and nearly knocks you out.

Simon stares up at you, no longer seeking control. On the contrary, his gaze appears docile, as if he’s under your spell, waiting for you to speak or do anything.

You've got him just where you wanted him.

A grin creeps onto your face as you keep staring down at him, teeth sinking in your bottom lip out of excitement and anticipation. You don’t have to restrain yourself anymore. He has just given you permission to use him…

...which is exactly what you intend to do.

Without a second thought, you pull both his trousers and boxers down his hips, just enough to have wiggle room for your hands so you may touch him fully and play with him without any restriction.

Then, your hands grab the hem of his tee and roll it up his torso until it gets stuck under his armpits. A wicked idea crosses your mind, and a rush of arousal surges through your body. You lean close, only a few inches away from his face; your hot breath mixes with his as your lips almost touch.

"You're not going to move, right babe?" You question him teasingly, your gaze roaming over his face, taking in every detail of his raptured look.

"Whatever I do, you'll stay still, yeah?"

When you see him nod faintly in response, your stomach flips and your grin widens.

"Mmm, good boy," you coo quietly before leaning in to trace the outline of his parted lips with the tip of your tongue. He immediately responds, craning his neck forward to press his mouth on yours, but you pull away just as quickly with a mischievous sparkle in your eyes. The groan of protest that erupts from him is the sweetest sound you've ever heard, and it goes straight to your core.

“I said, stay still.”

The hoarseness in your voice emphasises your authoritative tone.

You notice his jaw clenching and loosening a few times, his chest slowly rising as he takes a big breath, possibly in an effort to restrain himself. He's genuinely trying to hold back for you, to let you have your way... You can't keep a low satisfied chuckle from escaping you.

"Open your mouth for me…"

Simon only hesitates for a moment, his gaze drawn to your hand, which is still wrapped around the rolled fabric of his tee. Perhaps he immediately realises your intentions, or perhaps he doesn't, wondering what your little wicked mind has concocted, yet he obeys your direction and opens his mouth, much to your delight.

Your motions are slow and deliberate as you raise your hand and place the tense fabric between his teeth, tugging it to see how far it will stretch.

You lean back to admire your work and bask in the sight of him, sprayed out in front of you, his arms and hands bound to the mattress and under your weight, his mouth clogged with his own tee, the fabric of which digs slightly into the skin of his chest, tightly stretched as it is.

Your hands reach out to touch him, attracted to his body as if by a magnet. You glide your fingers over his broad shoulders, muscular chest, and chiselled abs... until your palms wrap again around his hard cock, eliciting a muffled sound from him.

You make sure his eyes are locked with yours before you start moving your hands, rubbing them up and down, stroking, squeezing, pressing hard onto his sensitive flesh. Your pace is sluggish at first, but you quickly pick up the tempo, without even giving him time to adjust to your moves. A series of unintelligible guttural sounds rumble out of his throat, all muddled by his shirt, the fabric of which you notice with glee is starting to soak up his saliva.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" You taunt him affectionately, your voice a velvet caress in contrast to his stifled humming.

Simon doesn't respond. He seems to be completely transfixed by your actions. You've never seen him so helplessly aroused by your touch; you've never seen him so completely devoted to your will.

You lean down and tease the tip of his cock with the pad of your tongue, and the sudden spasm of his hips that repays you causes you to giggle out loud.

You feel so giddy, so euphoric and completely turned on by what's happening. Your panties also dampen as a result of your own arousal, blood pouring to your core and making it throb with desire. You rub your groin over his thighs, seeking for some kind of friction. A gratified moan escapes you at the contact.

His biceps flex a bit as though he's about to pull his arms out from beneath you, in order to touch you. You press harder on him to prevent him from moving, then halt in your actions to glare playfully down at him.

"Hey, we agreed on it! No moving..." You chastise him mockingly, one hand going over his tee to firmly yank at it.

Simon huffs loudly from his nostrils, clearly frustrated, yet he freezes and stares obediently up at you.

You hold his gaze, keeping your hand at the base of his erection completely still but securely wrapped around it. You wait a few moments to test his patience; you half expect him to grumble in objection, but when he doesn't, you offer him a saccharine smile and lean down again. Your tongue slides around his glans more vigorously this time, explicitly aiming to please him. And you immediately hear him moaning in appreciation. You watch him as his eyelids flutter closed and the back of his head sinks into the pillow. The scene makes your stomach flutter and your core throb, but it doesn't stop you.

Wrapping your other palm around him, you resume stroking his length with vigorous, precise movements, never ceasing to work on him with your tongue. You can feel him ache in your hands, as he gets closer to his climax.

You look up to see his face contorting in ecstasy, his teeth digging into the fabric of his tee, saliva streaming down his chin. You're certain that this vision of him will haunt your fondest dreams and fantasies from now on.

He looks to be ready to experience the best orgasm of his life...

You almost feel bad for what you're about to do, yet you can't stop yourself.

Your hands abruptly come to a halt. The tip of your tongue teases him with a couple more flimsy licks before you take that contact away from him as well.

A deep, loud groan of outrage thunders out of his throat, slipping past the fabric obstructing his mouth. His eyes strike you with their intensity as they shoot wide open and dart towards you like lightning. His piercing gaze makes you quiver with both fear and excitement.

Without uttering a single word, you start grazing his length with your fingertips in an almost tickling caress, following his veins pattern, your other hand still wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. He groans once again, his hips shaking as tiny huffs of breath escape his nose. He looks like he's about to break free and take charge, but as soon as your teasing caress reaches the tip of his erection and brushes his slit, he absolutely loses it.

His hips buck up sharply, causing you to lose your grip on him, his loud grunts making you jump. You watch enraptured, your eyes wide open and your stomach flipping, as his cock throbs vehemently, spasming on its own as cum pours down its length bountifully.

You've never seen something more arousing. You almost reach your own climax only by witnessing the scene.

His body is still quivering, his breathing heavily pronounced by the frenzied movements of his chest, his eyes squeezed shut; you savour the spectacle for a few moments longer before leaning back in and stroking his cock again.

Another sharp shudder of his body instantly rewards your touch. Simon gasps, eyes fly back open, breathing coming in short, staggered bursts. He tightens his grip on the sheets, a low groan arising from his throat. Somehow, craning his neck and raising his shoulders, he manages to free his mouth; the damp fabric of his tee drops heavily on his chest.

"You… little… minx…" He utters in a coarse tone, fairly stuttering due to his shortness of breath.

You giggle amusedly, your hands hastening their torture and causing him to twist in pain.

You struggle against his frantic movements, trying everything you can to keep him down and still. This time, however, you can't put up with his brute force as he rips his arms free from under your weight.

A loud yelp escapes your throat as in the blink of an eye you find yourself lying down on the bed, back slammed into the mattress, hands pinned at either side of your head, thighs squeezed firmly between his knees.

Your stupefied gaze meets his menacing look, and before you can stop yourself, you burst out in a hysterical laugh.

Simon raises his brow and shakes his head at you, but you notice the angle of his mouth twitching as he fights back a smile.

"You had a lot of fun, huh?"

You nod quickly in answer, seemingly unable to stop laughing long enough to talk.

"Well..." he trails off as he raises your arms and wraps his hand around both of your wrists, holding them down firmly over your head. His free hand sweeps quickly across your face, his soft touch clashing with the severity of his features and the frustrated edge in his tone. As he leans down to hover his lips just barely over yours, he buries his fingers in your hair, threading soothingly into your roots; your hot breaths merge together and you both stare deeply into the other's eyes.

Your voice chokes in your throat as soon as you feel his hand clasp your hair in a tight, almost painful hold.

"Guess who's about to have a lot of fun now?"

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peachypinkygloss · 1 year

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Can you write about this: you and your bf Jungkook got a lil adventurous and decide to have a 3some (with his friend Taehyung) but during the moment Jungkook secretly wasn’t too happy about it seeing you with another man. And i trust your creative juices to add some more to the story (smut/angst)

I can absolutely write about that 😌 Are we vibing with jealous jk? 🤔 I think we are... Thank you for your request lovely 💜 and I hope you like it! xox

Plan à trois gone wrong

Jealousy is a bad flaw, Jungkook knows it, but was this threesome really a good idea?

⭐︎ pairing: dom!jungkook x sub/fem!reader (ft. taehyung)

⭐︎ genre: university au, established relationship, smut

⭐︎ word count: 4k

⭐︎ warnings: jk's very... vulgar 😳, jealous jk (it's really not secretive atp, I'm sorry), possessiveness, toxic relationship (or just toxic jk 👀), spanking, unprotected sex, praising and degradation, fingering, oral (m), it's nastyyy 🫣, don't insult jk or compare him to th (he's still my character and im susceptible ❤️).

a.n.: Don't trust me too much on the angst hehe... 😈 But I appreciate it. 🥹 Might be the most toxic thing I ever wrote lmaoo, but gosh, I'm kinda obsessed with it.

playing: SPIT IN MY FACE! & Romance

Jungkook is looking at you getting Taehyung's fingers in your insanely wet pussy, the smell of sex completely invading the room. His long fingers penetrate you as you are on all fours on the bed, ass in the air and face buried in a pillow.

The threesome was your idea and after a lot of begging and letting him fuck your face, he finally said yes. He chose Taehyung because he thought it would be best to do it with a friend. Now, he seems to enjoy this way more than him, shoving his fingers deep into you, curling them to hit your sensitive spot while you moan loudly.

He's smirking deviously, an arm around your waist to hold you up and Jungkook's wondering why he's enjoying this so much. Is this because he's fingering someone else's girlfriend as she cries in pleasure like a bitch? Or is it because he likes you?

The bulge in Jungkook's pants shows that what he sees is turning him on. Of course it does, he has to see you spread in front of him taking fingers like a slut. It's just the way you're moaning at his ministrations, as if he does it better, and it makes him a little... jealous.

You're taking his fingers so well, so compliant and submissive like a well behaved slut. It makes him hard, his cock pressing against the material of his briefs.

"Ah, shit! Tae..." You whine as you push your hips against his hand. "I'm gonna cum, fuck!" You yelp, your eyebrows furrowing and your mouth hanging open.

At that, Taehyung fastens the pace of his fingers, going in and out of your quivering hole while wet sounds can be heard. It's vulgar and literally pornographic how he holds you and shoves his digits knuckles deep into you, your boyfriend watching the whole scene.

"Stop it." Jungkook orders his friend and his movements halt, staying still inside of you. Taehyung looks at him curiously, wondering why he wants to stop this moment right now.

You cry in complaint, disliking being edged from your orgasm. Though, this order wasn't for you, so you move your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on Taehyung's slender fingers. This only infuriates Jungkook more.

His expression doesn't reassure Taehyung so he slowly pulls out his fingers out of your wet cunt, making you whine like a brat. Why do you have an attitude when he commands you? But when it's him, you obey like a cock hungry whore.

"She doesn't cum until I say so." Jungkook severely announces as he settles beside you on the bed, his knee sinking into the mattress.

Taehyung retrieves quietly, not daring to make a move that would anger his friend more. You, on the other hand, whimper and cry so fucking annoyingly that Jungkook just can't handle it. You have no business being that much upset when your boyfriend hasn't even touched you yet. You're so bad-mannered.

He slaps your cunt and your juices splash everywhere. You cry at the harsh hit you just received and look over your shoulder to see Jungkook frowning, the face he does when he's angry. "Stop crying or I'll make you shut up myself." You whine one last time, staring at him with a saddened expression, but Jungkook doesn't forgive so easily.

"Jungkook, I don't think-" Taehyung begins, but he's rapidly cut off by his friend.

"Wanna take Tae's cock in your greedy pussy, hm, baby?" Jungkook asks you, his voice filled with malice. He caresses your ass rather softly, something you shouldn't get tricked by. "Answer me." He emphasizes his command by slapping your ass cheek, your flesh bouncing from the loud smack.

Nor you or Taehyung knows if his question is a trap, so you don't know what to respond, afraid it'll be the wrong answer.

"I- I want yours, Kookie." The nickname is a way to get on his good side, Jungkook isn't dumb. If he wasn't threatening right now, he knows for a fact you'd have jumped on Taehyung's lap the second he asked the question.

But you said you wanted his dick, so that's what you're going to get.

"Hear that, Tae?" He raises his eyebrows, sending a smug smirk to the man on the other side of you. Normally, Taehyung would have retorted, but when Jungkook's upset, you don't want to bring him to his limits. "She prefers me."

You like Jungkook more, obviously. He's your boyfriend after all, isn't he? Then explain to him why he feels like it's not what you wanted. You lied just because you're scared of him or whatever. It's not like you're not turned on when you're being treated like a slut.

"Now, she's gonna suck your dick and I'ma fuck her." There's no debate possible and if he dares to contradict him, it won't end well. Why would he let his friend fuck his pussy?

No, Jungkook isn't jealous. He would've quite liked seeing you being split open by someone else, really. The idea is pretty nasty, but that's what gets Jungkook on. You being used for the pleasure of others. And, you, being the cock hungry slut that you are, love it.

There's only one thing that bothers him right now, though. What if you like Taehyung's cock more? What if Taehyung thinks you're his now? He can't risk that, he fucking can't. Jungkook will never admit it, but he's afraid you'll replace him with somebody else.

Taehyung undresses and settles down in front of you, his crotch directly in your face. Jungkook is quick to do the same, placing himself behind you instead. He slaps your butt again and you whine out, pretty much telling that he's ready and he won't wait any longer.

Taehyung strokes your hair with a disconcerting sweetness, passing his fingers through it and finally laying his hot palm against your cheek. He sends you a reassuring smile, looking down at you like you are one of the wonders of the world. You should return his smile, but you feel guilty, guilty of having this intimate connection with your boyfriend's best friend.

Luckily, Jungkook doesn't notice it. He swipes the tip of his cock through your wet folds, collecting your arousal and spreading it all over his throbbing erection. Meanwhile, you envelop Taehyung's base with your palm, bringing the mushroom head to your lips. You dart your tongue out of your mouth, flattening it against your chin.

Right as you're about to lick the underside of Taehyung's dick, Jungkook enters you without a warning, making you gasp and lean forward. You're then forced to take his cock into your mouth and you inevitably choke around it due to its long length, which makes Taehyung hiss.

"Dirty bitch." Jungkook mutters under his breath and smacks your ass. You cry around Taehyung, your mascara flowing down your cheeks.

He starts pounding into you vigorously and your pathetic moans are muffled by the intrusion of Taehyung's erect penis into your mouth. You're drooling on him like a dog, finally eating your treat after having waited for way too long.

Your ass jiggles each time Jungkook bottoms out, reaching deep into you. He's sure you can see the bulge in your tummy, moving at the pace of Jungkook's hips. It's something Taehyung will never experience. Well, not with you, that's for sure.

Jungkook grunts as his skin slaps against yours and wet sounds are coming from your pussy, echoing in the room. You gag around Taehyung and something snaps in Jungkook for some reason because the next thing he does is quite surprising.

He leans over you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back, and grabs your hair to make you take more of Taehyung's cock into you mouth. You literally choke around him, your drool now dripping down to his balls and down on the bed. A wave of heath goes between your legs from being used in such a disgusting way, your walls clenching around Jungkook's dick.

"Oh, fuck!" Taehyung curses and doesn't dare to touch you, leaving his arms on both sides of his body. Your nose is pressed against his pelvis and you hollow your cheeks, wanting to pleasure the two men with you so bad.

Jungkook pushes your head on him while still entering and exiting your hole at a regular pace. He seems so at ease as he goes hard on you and Taehyung wonders if sex between the both of you is always that... harsh. You seem to like it, though, which is reassuring Taehyung thinks. He wouldn't let a woman be treated this way, but he agreed to this threesome, didn't he?

Your boyfriend removes the pressure on your head, his hand going back to grip your hip. You then pull his cock out of your mouth rapidly, coughing and chasing for air. Nonetheless, you don't waste any time and run your palm up and down Taehyung's erection covered in your saliva.

"Isn't she a good girl, mh?" Jungkook leaves the trace of his hand on your ass again, smacking it and making you moan out loudly. His bangs are wet from his sweat, his eyebrows furrowed as he's concentrated on his thrusts.

You take Taehyung back into your mouth, your lips smoothly sliding down his length. You bob your head up and down like a pro on his cock and Taehyung has to admit it; you do it like a good girl.

"Yeah..." He agrees with Jungkook, looking down in awe at his dick disappearing and reappearing between your swollen lips.

"She'd do anything for your cock, even letting me make her choke on it." He makes sure you understand what he's saying by giving you a hard thrust that makes you lean toward his friend again. You whine around him and Taehyung can't get over the vibrations that go through his dick.

Your boobs are bouncing around on your chest as Jungkook's hips roll swiftly against yours and Taehyung can't help but grope them. You glance up at him at the contact and your pussy contracts around your boyfriend's cock despite your will not to. Jungkook moans at the grip your walls have on him and he wonders how your cunt can still be this tight while being so wet.

"Shame that you're not getting that pussy. Feels heavenly..." He says, panting. Technically, Taehyung should be able to fuck you, it's part of the deal, of the threesome, after all. But Taehyung's surely not in charge of the rules. "You still got that slutty mouth, though. It's great, isn't it?"

"Fucking great. Fuck." He's quick to answer, curling his toes as he feels the knot in his stomach tightening. He pats your hair, a little bit of affection amongst all the strong testosterone in the air.

"Yeah, I know. That mouth can do so much..." Jungkook rocks his hips against your jiggly ass, approaching his high. His dick brushes against your sensitive walls, hitting your magic spot perfectly and it brings you close to your orgasm as well.

You take Taehyung out of your mouth, licking your lips and stroking his wet erection to keep the moment going on. "Fuck, Kookie, I'm close!" You announce, looking over your shoulder to get a glimpse of Jungkook.

He grits his teeth, lowering his gaze down at you, looking into your glossy eyes. "I'm aware, you're sucking me in like crazy." He spanks your ass - again - and he knows you won't be able to sit properly the next day. "Your job's not finished." He tilts his chin toward Taehyung, commanding you to put his cock back into your mouth.

You take the head back into the warmth of your mouth, eliciting a sweet moan from Taehyung. He places a hand on the back of your head, gripping at your hair, but he doesn't push or force you down on him.

You can't refrain yourself from moaning and whining around Taehyung's erection as Jungkook fucks you mercilessly, never missing your sweet spot. You want to please them so bad, but you can't keep Taehyung in your mouth anymore. You pull him out and fall on his lap, letting your boyfriend use your pussy however he desires.

"Oh, my God! Kookie!" You cry his name as spasms take over your body, your hole quivering repeatedly around his cock. You come undone under Jungkook, your sweaty face pressed up against one of Taehyung's thighs.

You cream Jungkook's dick and a coat of your cum circles the base. As he goes in and out of you, not caring if you're too sensitive after your orgasm, vulgar sounds come out of your pussy. He pushes your juices around in you, covering his meaty length in your natural fluids.

"Fuck, fuck! Jungkook, please!" It's like he doesn't hear you or he's just ignoring your pleas.

In reality, Jungkook likes to see you like this, brainless and broken under his larger body. He has control over you, which nobody could ever take from him, not even you.

Your tears fall down on Taehyung's thigh, but you suffer through the overstimulation and turn your head around. You grasp Taehyung's cock with a shaky hand and direct the tip between your parted lips. It's nothing you've never experienced before, you don't have to be all that dramatic, Jungkook thinks. He bets you're enjoying everything and he's proven right when you gladly bounce your head around his friend's cock and moan around it.

"Good girl, continue like that." He smacks your butt and keeps his pace going, his erection twitching angrily into the mess that is your pussy when you take more of Taehyung into your mouth at the praise.

"Ah, shit." Taehyung groans and you feel the weight of his erection against your tongue, throbbing as you bob your head faster. "Fuck, gonna cum, sweetheart." The corners of your lips lift up at the use of the nickname, looking up to meet his hooded eyes.

Jungkook catches that, though and he immediately wants to break this proximity that you share with his best friend. "Cum on her face, she loves that." He stops his hips movements, glancing at Taehyung to have his answer.

"Oh, yeah." He grunts and pushes your head up by your hair, his cock falling out of your mouth and bouncing up on his stomach.

Jungkook pulls out of you and you fall down on the mattress when both men are not near you anymore. You whimper a little from the emptiness that your boyfriend left you in, but you still slowly turn yourself around to lay on your back.

Taehyung kneels beside your head, his cock in his hand. "Is this okay with you?" He asks you and you blink in his direction, processing what he just said.

Jungkook wants to roll his eyes at this. "Of course it is. My baby's just a cumslut after all, mh?" He looks down at you, giving you a slight spank on your thigh.

Your eyes flick between Taehyung and Jungkook and you look totally braindead. "Uh-huh." You nod, nonetheless. "Ah! Koo..." You squeak when he penetrates you again, sliding all the way in until his pelvis touches your clit.

Taehyung starts stroking his cock over your face and you can't help but clench your walls around Jungkook at the view he's offering. You stick your tongue out and prepare yourself to be painted in Taehyung's cum. His biceps tense up and his abs flex as his orgasm is approaching, heath building up at the pitch of his stomach.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He angles his tip down toward your face and you blink quickly as long ropes of white cum land on your heated cheeks and tongue. He fucks his fist as he milks himself dry, little droplets of cum falling on you.

Your face is now painted in his seeds and Jungkook didn't think he would like it so much to see you in that position. The hotness of the situation combined with the clenching of your walls around him brings him to his climax.

As Taehyung sits back against the headboard, Jungkook slips out of you rapidly and grips his cock tightly. His eyebrows are pinched together, giving him this severe look as he runs his palm up and down his pulsating dick.

"Shit!" He throws his head back and he shoots his cum on your belly, making you moan with him. He marks your body like Taehyung previously did on your face and a groan leaves his throat. He fucks himself dry, sitting down on his heels.

The heavy smell of sex hits him again, every single person in the room is panting and catching their breath. Jungkook looks at you then at his best friend and he wonders... was this worth it?

Why are you with him? Is that what all it takes? A threesome and now you're fucking besties. Or was there something before? Fuck this shit.

Jungkook heads toward you and Taehyung, chatting mindlessly in the university's cafeteria. His tattooed hand holds the strand of his backpack on his shoulder and he clenches his jaw when he sees him laughing, leaning closer toward you. You giggle, and fuck, he wants to smash his head against the table underneath him.

He fucked your mouth and now he thinks he can have you? You and your pretty laugh? You're his, you're Jungkook's.

"We're having fun as I see?" He sends a fake smile to his friend, Taehyung's eyebrows raising up in surprise. Jungkook leans down beside you, his palm flat against the surface of the table, the other tightening around the strap of his bag.

You look up at him and your gaze could break him into a hundred pieces right away. You seem disappointed, annoyed that Jungkook interrupted your little conversation with his best friend.

"Jungkook, please." You beg him, but not to fuck you, not to finger you and give you the best orgasm ever. You beg him to leave.

His nostrils flare in anger, his dark orbs focused on you. You look away and you shiver uncomfortably, swallowing as you stare ahead of you.

"Don't be mad-"

"Shut the fuck up, Taehyung." Jungkook responds sharply to Taehyung, but keeps his gaze on you. You know your place, that's why you're cowering now. "You fucked my bitch and now you think you can tell me what to do? Get lost and don't come near her again."

Saying Taehyung he's baffled would be an understatement. He thought everything was fine after yesterday night. Jungkook was okay, he told him so. What's up with him?

"And you," you turn your head toward your boyfriend as he's talking to you, "come with me." He grasps your bicep and pulls you up from your seat. Taehyung doesn't dare to say anything and lets Jungkook take you away.

He takes you to the bathrooms, completely empty as it's early in the morning. He shoves you in, letting the door close behind him. You look as angry as him, your mouth sealed shut and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Didn't you have enough? You have to turn around him like a fucking dog in heat?" He knows he's harsh, but how can he be calm when the only thing he hears right now is his heartbeat thundering in his rib cage? "You're mad I didn't give you his dick, is that why? Is that why, baby?"

He steps closer to you and you back away, your back hitting the counter. You're trapped and you can't get away from him, not anymore, not a second time.

"You don't know a thing, Jungkook." His name comes out like venom from your mouth, the name you're used to moan loudly when he fucks you dumb. You cross your arms over your chest, accentuating the swell of your breasts.

He scoffs, pushing the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He smiles arrogantly, making you feel so, so stupid and inferior. "I know everything about you, baby. You're my girlfriend, after all, aren't you?" He specifies when he doesn't really need to, but he has to put you in your place. "Because guess what... No fucking guy would want a girl as crazy as you, except me. And still, you're ungrateful."

You bite down on your lip to hold in your tears because you know he's right. You know he's the only one that would ever understand you. The single and only man on the planet that can satisfy you. And yet, you want to ruin your relationship, destroy him for a guy as meaningless as Taehyung.

"Grateful for what? You're the one acting crazy over nothing! Jealous for no reason." You turn your head away, avoiding his piercing gaze.

He purses his lips and shakes his head slightly from side to side, looking disappointed in you. He cups your chin rather gently, holding it in place so you can look at him in the eyes. "I'm not fucking jealous. Do I look jealous to you?" You don't respond because yes, yes he is jealous. And you're going to tell him why he is. "He fucked you, didn't he?" He murmurs, almost afraid of his own words. He doesn't want to know the answer, but he has to at the same time.

Your eyes widen and your mouth hangs open, offended. "How dare you accuse me of cheating!?" You snatch his arm away from your face, pulling your own up, ready to smack him in the face.

But you stop yourself, Jungkook's eyes freezing you on the spot. Your tears finally fall out of your eyes, beautiful pearls wetting your cheeks. Your palm retracts into a fist, arm trembling as you break apart in front of an unfazed Jungkook or that's only the image he gives you.

He closes the gap between you two and his tattooed hand takes a hold of your wrist, bringing it down. He sticks his forehead to your own, staring down at your glossy and reddened eyes. You shut your eyelids, feeling his hot breath fans across your face.

"Slap me, hit me as hard as you want. You know it won't change me, baby." He tells you in his husky voice, making you shudder. You pull on your arm, to free you or to do exactly what he said, but he doesn't let you to. He keeps you against him, barely giving you space to breathe.

"Let me go, Jungkook." You say, but this is a request he'll never agree to. Let you go? And for what reason? You're his, don't you remember?

Jungkook grits his teeth and exhales heavily. "You want to blame me for loving you?" His voice is severe, filled with bitterness. "Go ahead, fucking break me!" He hits the counter beside you violently, making you jump. You cry even more, but he's the one truly hurt here.

"Stop it!" You scream, pulling harder on your wrist. Jungkook backs away, but doesn't let go of your arm. It's going to be sore by tomorrow. His own eyes are watering, tears threatening to fall. "Whatever you think I've done, it's not true. You're delusional and insane." You spit at him and he can't believe it.

He shakes his head again, but this time it's because he's not accepting it. When did your relationship start to fall apart? How did he not notice it?

"Don't lie to me." He warns you, though the lies have already been told. "Taehyung, he... he doesn't know how to please you. You know it, you're only happy with me." You wonder if he's trying to convince you or rather himself.

You narrow your eyes at him, disgust - maybe resentment - passing through your beautiful, once joyful eyes. Your mouth stays shut and it pains him more to hear you say nothing than arguing back with him. It's like you're giving up, because at this point, why would you need to reason with him?

The door of the bathroom opens, cutting your fight short. Someone enters, going to a stall. You keep staring into each other's eyes before you walk away, bumping into his shoulder.

Maybe you had something with his best friend, maybe you didn't. Perhaps you're going back to him right now, giving him the kiss that was destined to Jungkook. He'll never know and it's better this way.

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yeyinde · 1 year

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okay wait now we need a second version where the reader does leave with ghost and he walks her home and he's all shitty about the drunk flirting and she's like "bruh it was just flirting, if you would make a move i wouldn't need to make you jealous" 😌

ask and you shall (eventually) receive~ 🖤

i hope you enjoy this!!

"What? He's been keekin' you all night." There is a divot between his brow. When he turns his head, the fairy lights behind make his stubble look darker. "Yer aff yer heid!" Soap’s Version

It's all words.

Thin, hollow: they're empty ones bereft of meaning. They roll over you—a gale rocking you from side to side until you're dizzy with that awful little thing that clings to your pericardium, refusing to relent.

Hope.

Yearning (in English this time, if only just for him).

It clots there, taking root until you're a little queasy. A little unwell. The alcohol, perhaps, or—

He sits by Laswell, head angled down to murmur low in her ear about things that shouldn't matter right now when everyone is alive, and safe, and back together. But of course they do. They always do.

You wonder if they ever rest. If they ever take a moment's reprieve from the endless death and carnage that bulldozes your life until it's in shambles. Until the only thing that remains is broken chunks that reek of smoke and petrol.

It feels impossible.

He hasn't looked up once, despite whatever nonsense Soap might be on about. Untouchable. A chasm.

Ghost is a shoreless island in the distance. Rocky and steep.

Sometimes, if you stand on the furthest point of the beach, you can almost see the land peeking out from under the sea. Hazy. Shrouded. It sits amid the crashing waves, out of reach from everyone.

Soap pulls you back in, a few clipped words shared back and forth, and everything else melts away. This is easy.

This, being: drunk on expensive scotch (thank you, Captain Price; and oh no, thank you, I don't don't want a cigar) as you share snapped banter in a small pub. Vacant, of course, save for the six of you, and the barkeep. A man who offers little more than a nod at you when you mutter about the washroom, and swats at Price when he comes for peanuts and pretzels.

It's easy to pretend, you think, that the honeycomb eyes, a bashful grin, and hands that feel like the sun are what you want.

Easy, and yet—

You wonder if he's had anything to drink.

(You wonder if he'd keep his gloves on while he held you—)

You snap something at Soap, something you hope is witty and charming, and maybe if you play your cards right, you won't end up alone in a foreign land tonight. That, maybe, he'll let you close your eyes, and pretend—

It's ground out, raked through coals. "Soldier."

He makes you dizzy. Makes you want, yearn, makes you—

It falls into nothing, until your head is full of him: blood hell, Christ—

Never said I wasn't.

It feels like more of a reprimand than anything else he'd tossed your way thus far. A warning, maybe. Don't get too close. You know what you're in for.

Don't make him into the fairytale he isn't.

"And you, soldier?"

You're drunk. Too drunk. Head gummy and full of sin.

"Should leave," you say, casting a glance toward the mosaic window. A cross hangs in the distance. An augury. "Maybe go to church."

"Aye, lass. Think someone ought to get you home. Lt?"

You pull the last swallows in your cup before Soap has the chance to take it away from you. Liquid courage, you think, wilting under a black stare. A looming, uncharted island in the distance.

"C'mon," he says, words a shade away from being a command. "Haven't got all night."

You don't point out that it's nearly three in the morning—devil's hour in the company of a ghost—and wisely hold your tongue when Soap leans down, whispering: you can spend the night with me, hen.

"We're leaving." A growl, now.

It jars you. His voice is unlike anything else you've ever heard: gravel and ash; gunfire booming in the distance. It sits low, like the words are dragged up from the depths of his chest, and sounds like smouldering embers.

Your hands shake around the glass. It knocks against the wooden counter when you set it down, a hair too hard. You're crumbling. Slipping into waters that have no bottom. Rough, frothing. The white foam clogs your throat, drenches in you until you're weighed down, and sinking fast.

In over your head. No way out. The island is too far away.

His eyes are sharper than you've ever seen them. A yawning abyss. You wonder if something would snap at the tips of your fingers if you got too close.

Soap brows sit arched on his forehead, mouth thinning into a small line. "Alright, bonnie?"

"Gonna go home," you smile, tired. Wobbly. "Gotta get some sleep. Maybe next time, though."

Ghost's stare has never felt so heavy.

You stumble out of the pub behind him, pointedly ignoring the glance Gaz sends in your direction—the phone in your pocket already buzzing with texts that will make you whimper in the morning (saw you with Lt, mate. What the fuck? I mean what the bloody fuck?). This is normal, you think. Everyday. Mundane. Saturated in the ordinary.

Except—

Sometimes, your life doesn't make any sense. How you can go from coldly planning a man's—mens—murder to walking down the wet streets of Glasgow, head full of your Lieutenant.

The church peaks in the distance. The light spills, bathes it in yellow. The tolling bells call you an idiot.

Your head drops, eyes skirting toward the indomitable man beside you. Idiot, indeed. You can't help yourself, though. He's a magnet. A beacon.

A current sweeping you out to sea.

He says nothing. Hands tucked into the pockets of his black jacket, hood pulled down low. Those haunting eyes roam the corners, surveying the alcoves: always ready, always on-guard.

It's a stifling thing, this silence. Oppressive. Crushing.

Your throat itches with the urge to shatter it, to break it down until there is nothing left of it. Where it can't echo inside your chest like the brutal burn of rejection, and doesn't make your mind reel, an endless spiral of why and how and—

What can you do differently to make it a reality?

No man is untouchable. Not really. There had to be others in his life. A man like Ghost—

It's just impossible, isn't it?

Does he go to a brothel when the urge wells? A pub? Does he have dalliances with other agents he'd met in the field? Ones with battle scars, the taste of gunfire on their breath, and firm hands on their rifle? Is there someone already waiting at home for him, tucked inside a place no one else can reach them? The only inhabitant on an island in the middle of the sea.

What is his type?

And how can it be you?

Queries. Questions. They burn through you.

What if you just went for it? Is that what he likes? Someone who looks him in the eye, and says take me, I'm yours.

You open your mouth to ask, but are stopped in your tracks by the stare fixed on you. Breath caught in your throat. Lungs bereft of air. You splinter.

"S—sir…?"

"What?" It's harsh when it's ground out of his teeth. A snap.

"Are you angry?"

His eyes slide down to you, lidded and heavy. "Negative."

You huff. "Lying to me, now?"

"I've been called many things, Rookie, but a liar isn't one of them."

The grit in his voice makes you tremble. Makes a heat spume inside of you, not unlike the scotch from earlier.

Or—

Maybe it is the scotch. Your head is a slurry; a mess. The world around is shrouded in a sheen, a gloss, that makes the lights smear, and the cobblestone below quake under your feet.

"Are you—" jealous feels too strange in conjunction with Ghost. To the man who, as close as he is beside you, has never felt further away. Stupid Soap and his stupid words.

"Am I what?"

You mull it over. Let the word sit between your incisors to gauge the fit of it. It doesn't quite fit when you roll it around. Doesn't belong together.

(Like him, you.)

You stifle it.

He makes a noise, impatience, perhaps, and the word leaks into their terse air between you before you snap your jowls shut.

"Jealous?"

His eyes slide to you again. The whites glow under the street lamps. "Jealous?"

You feel a little silly. A little stupid. You blame it on the scotch. On Soap, and his keekin' you—

But—

You feel the words pool on your tongue, but you can't stop them from trembling out.

"I could have went home with Soap—"

"Why didn't you?"

It stings. The rejection hurts something fierce, but it's swallowed down.

(In for a penny…)

"You pulled me away. I could have been fucking him right now, and instead I'm wandering around Glasgow—"

Tonight feels as good as any to get your heart wrecked. Loose lips sink ships, after all.

"You might be fucking him, pet," his voice is a snarl, a feathered growl. "But you'd be thinking of me."

It punches into you, and makes you gasp, aloud; the sound echoing over the wet brick surrounding you. Your feet stutter when it's ground out, left to rot in the air. You jerk your head up to look at him, eyes wide. Heart-hammering in your chest.

He stops, too, hands now hanging by his sides, curled into loose fists. His chin is tipped down, liquid eyes boring into you.

You—

You've never seen a sight more damning. One more ready-made for ruin.

He makes you feel a low grade fever burning in your veins. Stupid, intoxicated.

You don't know where to go from here. Thinking of me. He's right. Of course, he is. It feels like a fractured mess when it tugs on the corner of your lip, a slowly unease smile. Distance, you think. You're an island far away from hurt.

Rejection. The brutality of his words—they can't reach your shores.

"And you'd be at home, getting thought of but not fucked." It's shakier than you'd wanted it to be, words a slow tremble. Then, a whisper: "You wouldn't even know."

"I would." He takes a step, another. His stare never wavers. "Just like I knew the first time you touched your little cunt to the thought of me. Couldn't look me in the eye for a week, pet."

"That's—"

It's true. You remember the time—all of them—and the realisation that he knows (he knows, he knows, he knows) burns into you. A knot of discomfort pools in your core.

There is embarrassment, of course there is. Shame, too.

But you're too drunk, too blootered, to think straight. Too raw, and cracked. You're a vanishing island. Water lapping at your inlands.

More hollow, thin words: "why did you take me out?"

"I gave you the option," he corrects, his voice is flat. It carries at the end, and leaves no room for any argument or protests.

It's true, after all.

You drop your chin, hands shaking. It's a bludgeon to your gut.

(How can it be you—?)

Stupid.

The false bravado quivers under his stare. A step backward flattens your spine to the wall of some long-closed Tandoori shop. The bricks are still wet from the rainshower that fell earlier. The cold dampness bleeds into your flesh. Goosebumps prickle.

More liquid courage, you think, hands balling into quivering fists by your side.

You lift your head. In for a penny, right?

No island is truly unreachable. No man, either.

All of this— something —with Ghost is drawn together into this single moment. The distance. The uneasy feeling on the nape of your neck when he's behind you. The want. He's been keekin' you all night. You look over and catch his stare. Feel it on your skin like a brand.

(Ready-made, always.)

It all has to mean something. It has to.

"Is that why you stare at me?"

His eyes are embers. The glow from the streetlights make him look like smouldering ash. Demonic. It thrills you.

"No, pet."

He leans in close, his body a shadow over yours. A tower. You can't see anything except the fill of him spreading out around you. Black. Endlessly so. Your perpetual night. The embers spark, blazing, when he bores into you. A wildfire in the distance. Atavistic fear brims.

Stay away from the fire and the being that can hurt.

His hand presses into the concrete beside your head. There is nowhere to run.

"I stare at you because I keep thinkin' about those little fingers trying to fuck yourself silly, and how desperate you must be knowin' it isn't enough."

You shiver—a whole body chill that has your teeth chattering together at the punctured words that drip, tainted with your demise, from his mouth.

The air in your lungs is noxious. It spumes inside until your knees quake, threatening to drop down into that unfathomable abyss that gapes below. The yawning maw of a man who wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into you until nothing remains. Rucked into the currents, it sends you careening out to sea until your fingers cling to the side of that untouchable island, begging for respite. Salvation.

It's a plea, a whimper: "you should have asked to take me home."

He offers none of it. His hand stretches out, and in the cup of his palm, he promises only ruin.

You shouldn't take it. Don't make him out to be the fairytale he isn't.

But the look he levels you with, ravenous hunger tucked inside the tenebrose of those spiralling depths, has you reaching out. A moth to a flame. The roar of the Styx in your head. You can't resist.

(You wouldn't even try.)

"I already am."

—Gaz regrets sending the text when he wakes up the next morning to a detailed commentary on all the ways his Lt absolutely ruined you

— he refuses to look either of you in the eye for weeks after

—this is completely irrelevant and feel free to roast me for it, but! my hc of a jealous!Ghost depends on where he's at in the relationship

—in the beginning: he doesn't trust, he does his job, and he's distant; but if he feels it, he'll close down. total distance. silence. he's mean about it, too. waspish. he'll try to push you away. cold hearted bastard to a T.

—but later?? oh, boy. that's when the Looming™️ starts. the, oh hey lemme go talk to that cutie over there - oh, wait. what the fuck that is that thing behind them and why does it look like it wants to eat me alive?! he's still mean, of course, but now he has a reason to snap. a reason to stand as close you as physically possible so everyone knows just who you belong to. and if he catches you flirting, i mean. rip, b. 🥹

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dilvuc · 2 years

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their last argument w/ you

❥part 2

❥characters: kaeya, diluc, childe

❥plot: (character) reacted to the news of male!reader passing away after a huge argument and their last words to the reader was something really hurtful

❥genre: angst

❥gender: male

❥warnings: mentioned of death and disease

❥requested: from wattpad

Diluc

you two got into a huge argument. you started the argument first when the male was looking down on you.

the hurtful words were: “you're not suitable for a knight. if only i hadn't fallen in love with you.”

after hearing those words, you just leave without a word, ignoring your boyfriend's protest. diluc will probably know that you will come back, but he has yet to realize that it will be his last argument with you.

"What do you want? I'm busy." Diluc snarled while continuing to write something.

"...Hopefully this isn't the bad time to tell you this…but…" Kaeya frowned.

"...?"

"...The Grand Commander of the Knight Of Favonius…is gone." Kaeya expressed.

"...? I…What do you mean…?"

Kaeya bit his lips, "...I mean…he's passed on…"

The sound of the books dropping to the floor captured Kaeya's attention. He looks up at the red haired man glaring at him.

"You're lying…" Diluc glared. "You're lying! There's no way!"

"He went on a dangerous mission with one of the knights yesterday, but…this morning, only the knight returns. Not Commander [Y]..."

"You…! What happened…?!" The red haired man hollered.

"...The knight told us…that the grand commander died while protecting the knight. He was mentally injured and lost a lot of blood." Kaeya expressed. "His last word was “I'm sorry”..."

"..." Diluc's eyes widened with horror after hearing the news. He turned his back towards the periwinkle, "...Leave…"

"Luc–"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! LEAVE!" Diluc snapped. Before Kaeya could speak, he kept quiet and left. Diluc slammed his fist on the table, knocking the ink on the paper he was writing on. "DAMNIT!!"

diluc just wishes he can take back those hurtful words he ever said to you. it could have been him.

Kaeya

you and kaeya argue sometimes, but quickly make up with cuddles.

this one is different. kaeya noticed that you were more focused on your work rather than him. you are the stylist in mondstadt, working on clothing, make-up, hair, etc.

kaeya been trying to get your attention, but you just ignore him and continue working.

it was the last straw.

kaeya being a brat, started arguing with you about how you were only focused on your work and not him. it captured your attention.

you had to turn away from your work and argue with the male and was annoyed at how whiny he is when you're not paying attention to him.

it pissed kaeya off. those words made your heart drop: “no wonder your parents never want you…”

you were both pissed off and heartbroken by those words, leading you to storm out of the house and walk off into the rain, ignoring kaeya calling your name.

kaeya had to go to the tavern to drink, just to forget about the argument until he's drunk. rosaria had to take him home and rest.

the next day…

"...Damnit…" Kaeya mumbled as he leaned up and rubbed his temper. He looks to his side and notices that you're still not in bed. "...He'll come back. Maybe…I can visit the shop."

what he didn't know that is going to be tragic. he went to visit the shop, but it was closing down.

"Eh? What's going on? Why is the shop closing down?" Kaeya asked the man.

"Sorry, sir, we– Ah, you're Kaeya, correct?"

"Yes, I am. Can you explain to me what's going on?" Kaeya asked.

"...He hasn't told you…?"

"Who told me what? [Y]...?"

"So, he hasn't…Ah…Sorry for breaking the news to you, but your boyfriend had a serious illness when he was a child." The doctor told the periwinkle.

"What…? So, those pills are…"

"Yes. He was told that his last day would be in his mid-20s. I wasn't expecting it to be today." The doctor frowned.

"W-what…?" Kaeya's eye's widened in horror. "It can't be…! There had to be a mistake! He would have told me all of this, but why did he hide it from me?!"

"Sorry, Sir Kaeya…" the doctor frowned.

"...no…" Kaeya shook his head. "It can't be…Damnit…"

he really wishes he knew…

Childe

the struggle of keeping childe from causing a fight is torture. the orange haired harbinger always put himself in the unwanted danger. as the 11th harbinger, it's your job to keep the 12th harbinger from getting caught into trouble.

you had to be involved in this type of danger. if he's in trouble, then you'll go with him. there's no escaping.

that's when you had enough. you argued that the male was being childish despite being the youngest harbinger. childe wouldn't care less about how you scolded him for being so childish.

he's the type to argue, but he just gave you the silent treatment. you didn't even bother trying to argue again and just walk it off.

"...Geez, where the hell is he…?" Childe grumbled, tapping his foot on the floor, but that was when he realized that you both got into an argument. "Ah…right…There's no point in waiting if he's mad at me. I should apologize."

"Apologized to your daddy?" Scaramouche asked, leaning on the wall.

"Tch! The hell you want from me?" Childe scoffed.

"Your daddy is not here. No longer a harbinger." Scaramouche told the orange haired man.

"Huh? Why is that?" Childe asked.

"That idiot covers you up after Tsaritsa finds out about you helping that outlander." Scaramouche glared. "He is covering it up for you to keep your family safe. Hmph! What a dumbass."

Childe flinched, "What…happened to him…?"

"Hehehe~ What do you think would happen to him…? He broke the rules and was to be executed by the god."

"What?! No…! No! No! How stupid can he be?!" Childe exclaimed.

"You're the cause of all of this. Not him." Scaramouche smirked. "You put him in this situation…"

childe knew he was right. if he wasn't so stupid, then he would had accepted the consequences, not you.

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The Art of Etiquette Part 4 | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook get to know each other a bit better Pairing: f!reader x Etiquette instructor Jungkook Word Count: 4.6k~ a/n: Took me a while to get back to this story so I made this chapter a bit longer. Hope you like it! Read from the beginning

"Again" Jungkook says in a commanding tone, watching as I pick up the book I had balanced on top of my head while he had me running through the steps for a waltz on my own. (yes, like you see in those cheesy princess movies)

"Why am I doing this again?" I ask, stopping for a second to prevent the book from wobbling so much. "It's to help with your posture and balance. Once you've learned how to maintain proper posture then we can fine tune it to make it seem more natural" he says an eyebrow raised as he watches me trying to regain balance of the book as well as myself.

"How much longer do I have to do this?" I ask as I finally am able to regain my composure. "As long as I tell you to. Now please stop talking and focus on what you're trying to achieve" he says and I roll my eyes since luckily I have my back facing him this time, leaving me able to blow off a little bit of steam without him noticing.

Ten or fifteen minutes later he finally lets me take a break. "Here" he says while handing me a glass of water. I look up at him with a confused expression, wondering what's gotten into him. He's hot one minute and the cold the next and I really don't know where things stand between us most days. "Are you going to take it or not?" he asks, clearly getting impatient.

"Yes, sorry. Thank you" I say quickly reach for it, our hands subtly brushing up against each other and neither of us pulling away right away. "Um, Mr. Jeon?" I say, questioning why he hasn't let go.

"Oh" he says and pulls his hand back, acting as if he had touched a hot stove. "Rest for ten minutes and then be ready to begin again" he says, clearing his throat and walking out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Pulling out my phone I open Jesse's message thread and send him a text immediately.

'Bitch' I simply send, knowing that that kind of message will get his attention right away.

'Bitch' is all he sends back, showing that he's listening.

'Jungkook is acting weird again' I send, not really knowing how else to explain it.

'Isn't he always though? What happened this time?' he sends, making a point but also wanting to know more.

'He has me dancing around the room with a book on top of my head, you know very princess in training kind of situation' I send, annoyed at the fact that I've already been doing this for an hour.

'Okay, doesn't sound too crazy to me' he replies, not really sure where I'm going with this.

'He's been doing stuff like this for weeks right? But today he's been leaning up against the wall and watching me, but I feel like this time he's checking me out more than anything. I don't know it just feels different. And he said I could take a break (hence why I'm able to talk to you now) and he gave me a glass of water' I send off, trying to get it all out before he gets back.

'Okay and? Sounds like he's just being nice' he sends back, not really getting the full picture yet.

'But the thing is, once he handed it to me he wouldn't let go of it. Like it took me a second to grab it because I was confused as to why he was being so nice to me but then when I finally did take it it was like he wanted to keep our hands touching. I don't know but it felt kind of weird' I send, hoping to get some validation for my feelings about this.

'Oooo sounds like lover boy might be into you' he teases and I can't help but smile and roll my eyes when I see the message. I of course told him about the dress incident and he's been teasing me about it ever since.

'No he's not' I send, wondering though if he might be right.

'Okay but what happened after that?' he asks, pressing for more details since things have gotten a bit more juicy (how he would describe it, not me).

'Well I called out his name since he seemed to be in a bit of a daze and when he realized what he was doing he ripped his hand away and looked flustered? Nervous? I don't know but he definitely was more surprised by his actions than I was. And then he just kinda left and said to be ready to continue in ten minutes' I send, not really knowing how to describe his reaction.

"Let's get started" Jungkook says, walking into the practice room again and I send Jesse a quick message telling him I have to go and lock the screen and throw it in my bag before I'm able to see his response.

I stand up and smooth out my skirt and walk back towards where I had placed the book down and reach for it again but before I'm able to touch it Jungkook grabs my wrist and pulls it away and places my hand on his shoulder, and pulls me in by the waist. I take in a sharp breath at the sudden proximity and I'm left staring at him with a wide eyed look. "I thought I needed more practice with my posture" I say, confused as to why he's done this so suddenly.

"You seem to be progressing faster than I had anticipated so I figured we should move on" He says, leaning towards me, leaving me having to close my eyes, not really sure what to do but I'm startled by the sound of music suddenly playing through the speakers again. Now just realizing he was leaning in closer so he could press play on the sound system.

"Are you alright?" he ask with a smug look on his face after standing upright and seeing the blush that had started to form on my cheeks. "I'm fine" I say, clearing my throat and looking off to the side so I can avoid his playful gaze. I hear him chuckle under his breath and say something that I just can't catch which leaves me turning back to face him.

"What was that?" I ask with my brows pinched together in confusion. "Nothing, now focus and try not to step on my feet like last time" he taunts and I grace him with a sarcastic smile in return before he starts to lead me in this waltz that we've gone through a million times at this point.

"Head up, back straight, wrists relaxed" he lists off, fixing the small details to make everything look seamless and I can't help but agree. With these minor changes it feels more natural and comfortable with each and every turn.

Once the song finally ends we both part and I do a slight curtsy to him and he bows back. "That wasn't horrible, wasn't the best, but better" he says, trying his hardest not to make his compliment go to my head. "Umm thanks?" I say with a questioning tone, thinking that I did a lot better this time but I guess he's someone who is never truly satisfied.

"Grab you things, we're leaving" he says and puts on his suit jacket and looks in the mirror, fixing the collar and making sure everything is in place. "What do you mean?" I question, quickly grabbing my jacket and purse off the table in the corner of the room.

"Did your father not inform you? We're going out to dinner tonight, I need to asses your table manners and this would be the best way to go about it. We'll work on fine tuning the small details tomorrow if need be" he says and walks down the hall, rushing me out of his home.

"I've made reservations for us so we need to make sure to be punctual, which you have gotten a bit better at so well done" he says and holds the front door open for me to head out first so he can lock up.

For some reason that small bit of praise has a nervous feeling start to bubble in my stomach and I get slightly nervous at the thought of being with him like this. It's not a date or anything but it just feels weird, like it's uncharted territory for us.

"We'll take my car. You father has already sent someone to pick yours up" he says, never bothering to give me a choice in the matter. I might as well not have a car at this rate, seeing as he always seems to make the decision to drive the both of us. "You know you don't have to drive me around right? I really don't mind taking my car and meeting you there" I say as I walk towards him where he's holding the passenger side door open for me.

"I am well aware. It's more convenient this way. I have another meeting in the city again so I'll be dropping you off at home as well" he informs me and closes the door once I've gotten in. "You're really controlling did you know that?" I say, finally voicing my opinions since I'm tired of him making choices for me.

"I believe I make decisions that would be the most advantageous for the both of us so if that's seen as controlling then yes I am. Are you done now?" he asks as he gets into the driver's side and puts on his seatbelt before starting the car. "Whatever" I mumble, crossing my arms over my chest and angling my body away from him. He decides to let this one go, honestly not seeing the error in his ways until I spoke up and makes it a point to discuss this later when I'm not already upset with him.

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The drive to the restaurant is painfully silent and he doesn't bother to put any sort of music on leaving the tension that had built between us still thick with animosity (at least from my side). As we get closer though I start to realize that some of that anger and frustration might just be from the fact that I'm actually starving so I decide to make a note to give him a bit of a break, trying to be a bit more reasonable.

Once we've pulled up I see that we're eating at one of the high rise restaurants that I've always wanted to go to and I can feel myself already start to salivate. "Close your mouth or you'll start drooling again" Jungkook says as he unbuckles his belt and gets out of the car, handing the keys to the valet, exchanging it for a ticket.

I close my mouth and frown at him before going to do the same but before I'm able to open the car door on my own I see that he has yet again opened it for me and is now offering his hand to help me out. I have half a mind to brush it off and get out on my own but then I remember that we're in public and this is one of those times that I need to be showing off the skills that he has been teaching me, so I graciously accept it and step out of the car.

"Good girl" he whispers to me and I turn towards him with a startled look on my face. "I could tell what was going on in that pretty little head of yours but you accepted my hand nonetheless so good job" he says and takes my hand, placing it on his arm to lead me inside.

Being this close to him and especially in public feels different, he seems a bit more relaxed and isn't as short with me. It's nice but it feels weird, I just never know what version of Jungkook I'm going to get these days and it's making me dizzy.

"Table for two?" the host asks us when we walk up to the podium. "Yes it should be under the name Jeon" Jungkook answers and I'm thankful that he does. I'm not a shy person so to say but I definitely feel out of my element so as the minutes go by he seems to bring me a sense of comfort and familiarity.

"Ah yes Mr. Jeon, if you will follow me please" the host replies and leads us to our table that seems to be set up in a nice almost intimate corner of the restaurant. Safe from the pressure of the masses that are seated all around.

I could've sworn I saw a senator or governor around here before we sat down as well as a CEO or two so it's nice to not have to worry about perfectly keeping up appearances as of yet. That's just what our family needs, a scandal because of me spilling a drink on someone important or not chewing my food properly and being called a slob.

Okay that last one was probably a stretch but still it's not something that needs to be added to the list since our family is already under fire for my stepfather marrying beneath his social status. I want to do everything I can to keep from adding something else to his plate so I guess I should still be on my best behavior.

"Good evening" our waiter says when he comes around to no doubt take our orders. "Oh Mr. Jeon, how lovely to see you again. Is this another one of your students?" he asks, looking over at me with a friendly smile. "Yes this is Miss y/n, my newest pupil" Jungkook replies, matching the same warmth the waiter has offered to us both.

Looking at him as he exchanges pleasantries with this man I can see almost a hint of a smile, a genuine one at that. They must know each other well since he recognizes him and already knows what Jungkook does for a living. "We'll have the set menu please with a glass of merlot for the both of us" Jungkook finishes and I'm startled out of my train of thought at the fact that again he didn't give me a chance to make a choice for myself.

He notices the slightly narrowed gaze I'm giving him and he has the audacity to smile, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Why didn't yo-" "At the various events you shall be attending this fall you won't have much of a choice in the menu so it's better to get used to eating food that you wouldn't necessarily order on your own" he says placing his napkin on his lap.

"At least you ordered the kind of wine I like" I mumble, mirroring him with my napkin at well. "What was that?" he asks, clearly using it to subtly scold me and ask me to speak properly or not speak at all. Or that's what he's told me in the past.

"I said you have an excellent taste in wine" I respond with a pained smile, hating that I'm complimenting him, no matter how small it might be. "I asked Matthew what kind you tend to prefer and he gave me a few options" he says and takes a sip of the water that had already been placed here for us.

"You asked what my favorite type of wine is?" I question, confused again by this constant push and pull between us. "Did I not just say that?" he says and before I'm able to respond the wine in question is brought to our table. "Your first course will be out in just a moment" the waiter from before says and he leaves us again as quickly as he had come.

"Try it" Jungkook says and waits for me to take a sip before he does the same. I do as he says and let the subtly sweet flavor envelop my tastebuds leaving me letting out an almost inaudible moan, surprised that wine could even taste this good.

"Needless to say it is to your liking?" Jungkook asks, clearly amused with my reaction and I can't help but nod feeling embarrased. "Yes I guess you could say that" I respond awkwardly before taking another sip, trying to hide my reaction to it a bit more this time.

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The dinner goes on without a hitch. Jungkook and I actually engage in pleasant conversation and I end up learning a bit more about him. "So what you're saying is that because you hated how bratty and rude rich kids around you were when you were growing up that it made you want to become an etiquette teacher to fix the future generation of rich kids" I summaries, the thought of it almost laughable.

"In so many words yes, I guess you could say that" he says, smiling at my simplified version. "So you've been a control freak from day one. I mean-" I say, my eyes wide while covering my mouth after I've realized what I had just said. "I think this wine has gone to your head y/n" he teases, this time using my name without any sort of formal title attached to it, somehow causing butterflies to stir in my stomach.

"Yes you're probably right" I say, just now noticing the fact that he only had one glass at the beginning of our meal where as I am on my third. I set my glass down and start drinking water to hopefully clear up my head a bit but I guess the damage has been done.

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As we walk out of the restaurant with my arm linked with his just as it had been before we went inside I turn to face him while we wait for the valet to bring the car around. "I'm sorry Mr. Jeon, what I had said in there was completely uncalled for" I say, admitting to my fault. "It's fine, I guess I have been quite harsh with you from the very start and that hasn't been very fair to you" he says, again surprising me with the walls that seem to be breaking down showing me what a kind and considerate person he can be.

Before I can say anything else our car has stopped right in front of us and Jungkook leads me over to it and opens the door to help me inside, trying his best to maintain some sense of subtly at the fact that I might be a bit tipsy. Wanting to hopefully keep both of our images in tact. He closes the door after he's made sure that I'm all set and exchanges the keys with the ticket and gives the valet a tip before going to the drivers side and closing it behind him.

He looks over at me and leans over towards me, leaving me confused and closing my eyes again just as I had done before in the practice room today and before I'm able to say anything I hear him pulling the seatbelt over and buckling it around me. I open my eyes and see that he's still close even though he had already fastened it and we both just sit there for what feels like hours studying each other's features.

"Thank you" I say barely above a whisper which seems to break him out of the momentary trance he had been in for a few moments and sits back up straight mumbling a quick "You're welcome" before pulling out of the parking lot and back onto the road.

Again the ride is silent but this one is filled with more of an awkward air to it with some sort of tension as well. What kind of tension is something I'm not sure of but he's definitely gotten close enough to kiss me on multiple occasions today alone but I'm not exactly sure if that's just the kind of guy he is or if there's something else going on in his head.

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As we round the corner to my house I see Jesse's car parked outside with him sitting inside of it while on his phone. "Jesse?" I say aloud, perplexed as to why he would show up unannounced but I'm happy about it nonetheless. "Who's that?" Jungkook asks, his clear curiosity a surprise to me. "Just a friend" I say casually, trying to gauge his reaction and to my surprise I see the muscle in his jaw tense as he clenches his teeth a bit before tonguing his cheek soon after.

When Jesse finally notices the car he looks up and smiles when he sees me and then looks over to the driver's side and sees Jungkook for the first time and gives him an unreadable expression. Unreadable if you're not familiar with him but with how close the two of us are I can tell that he's trying his hardest not to freak out after finally seeing him in person.

As Jungkook moves his car further up the driveway Jesse makes his way up towards the house as well on foot, meeting us when Jungkook parks his car right outside the front door. "Jesse hey! Were we supposed to meet tonight?" I ask, still confused as to why he's here. "Yeah we were gonna watch a movie, remember?" he says in a voice much deeper than usual, throwing me off guard and checking out Jungkook who is standing right behind me.

"Oh sorry Jesse this is Mr. Jeon, he's my teacher I had talked to you about. Jungkook, this is one of my friends from college Jesse" I say introducing the two, kind of catching on to the reason for Jesse's change in behavior. Jungkook comes closer and goes to shake Jesse's outstretched hand but still stands behind me, making him press up against my back, our bodies flush together for only a moment before he let's go and take's a few steps back to his previous spot.

"Thank you for dinner Jungkook, I really enjoyed myself" I say turning to face him while Jesse makes his way over to the door waiting for us to say our goodbyes. "Jungkook?" Jungkook says, raising a brow at me, this being the first time I've used his first name. "I-I mean Mr. Jeon" I say, feeling flustered by my need for correction.

"It's okay, you can call me that if you'd like" he say before reaching back into his car to grab my jacket and purse that I've left sitting in the passenger seat. "Oh, thank you" I say taking both of them and taking note of how he again brushes his hand up against mine. "Goodnight y/n" he says, placing his hand almost protectively on my waist before glancing over and giving Jesse a quick nod which he returns.

"Goodnight" I say and quickly scurry off before I try to do something stupid and make matters worse and what I don't notice is how Jungkook closes the passenger side door and leans up against his car watching as I go and takes in the small interaction that Jesse and I have while I'm pulling out my keys to go inside.

I only notice when I turn back around to close the door where we make eye contact for only a second before he pushes himself off of the side of the car and walks over to the drivers side and drives off.

As I watch his car slowly disappear I don't take notice into the fact that I've slowly leaned further and further out of the doorway to watch him go until I hear Jesse's deep voice scare me half to death behind me.

"Girl you got it bad" he says, laughing while I almost fall on my face from the precarious position I had put myself in. "I do not!" I say and turn around to close and lock the door before running up the steps to my room with Jesse hot on my heels.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you? At me?" he laughs, seeing how defensive and flustered I am. "No" I continue and shush him so he doesn't wake up the whole house. "If looks could kill I would be six feet under" he says once we've gotten to my room. "Why were you acting all masculine out there? I mean not to say that you aren't masculine but you know what I mean" I say, pretty much knowing but wanting to make sure.

"I wanted to see how he would react to another guy being around you. One that he thought was straight and close to you" he teases while throwing himself on my bed. "Why would you want to do that?" I question, taking off my heels and grabbing some clothes to go change in in my bathroom. "Because I wanted to see if he would get jealous and if jealous was a person his name would be Jeon Jungkook" he says, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"Why would he get jealous? He hates me" I say, not even believing the words that are coming out of my own mouth. "Please, he was practically green" he says laying on his back and picking up one of the books that I still haven't finished and thumbing through it. "He was not!" I say finding his observations ridiculous.

"Did you see how possessive he got with you? How he purposefully leaned against you to shake my hand instead of going around. How he held your waist when he said goodnight. I'm pretty sure I heard him say that you could call him Jungkook now instead of Mr. Jeon right?" he lists, showing me what Jungkook's behaviors added all together really showed.

I groan after I come out of my bathroom, throwing myself on the bed next to him and staring up at the ceiling trying to process everything that happened today. "What am I supposed to think about all of this? What am I going to say when I see him tomorrow? What is he going to say?" I ask aloud, dreading the answers to these questions even though I know I won't be getting any answers tonight.

"Just go in tomorrow and act like everything is fine. Try out that more casual approach by calling him Jungkook like he told you you could. I don't know just take it easy and follow his lead and see where things go from there" he suggests and I take a deep breath, taking in everything he's saying and deciding the best thing I could do right now is try to distract myself.

"Why are you here anyways?" I question, turning towards him now realizing that we never talked about him coming over tonight. "I wanted to hear about what happened after what you told me earlier today but I think I saw all that I needed to see" he says turning over to face me with a teasing smirk and I push him a little in response.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" he suggests. "Please" I groan out and he laughs at my response. While he turns on my tv I send Jungkook a quick message just trying to hopefully clear the air after what happened tonight.

'Drive safe :)' I send before I can second guess myself.

'Always x' he responds almost immediately, leaving me smiling. Who knew that one little 'x' could make me so flustered.

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queenshelby · 8 months

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Chemical Reactions (P. 18)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader

Warning: Age-Gap, Infidelity, Smut, Torture

Words: 2,566

Note: The fic is spoiler free and my own fantasy and imagination. It is not historically and scientifically accurate.

In the dimly lit labyrinth of the laboratory, the brilliant minds congregated in solitude, their shadows dancing along the walls as they delved deep into the secrets of science. The atmosphere was thick with tension and secrecy, as each scientist knew that their work held the key to unleashing the destructive power of the atom.

As you sat there, lost in thought, trying to comprehend the magnitude of our endeavours, you felt a sudden chill run down your spine that day, feeling as though something was not right.

Little did you know that the universe was aligning against you, and you were soon to be caught up in a sinister web of deceit and betrayal.

Without warning, armed guards burst into the laboratory, their faces grim and unforgiving. Their commander, Officer Pash, followed closely behind them, his eyes burning with intensity. With a coldness that froze your very core, he commanded your arrest without ever revealing his intentions. Before you could say anything, you were whisked away, leaving behind a trail of uncertainty.

"Excuse me. This hasn't been cleared with Dr Oppenheimer, has it? She can't just leave, we have work to do," a fellow scientist argued, being the only one who was at the laboratory with you this morning while the others, from adjacent facilities, watched on as you struggled against the handcuffs that had been placed on you.

"Don't worry sir, Dr. Oppenheimer knows about this," the officer reassured calmly. "He approved the arrest," he continued on, and the scientist hesitated for a moment before looking over to where you and the officer were.

In that brief instant, a silent communication passed between you two as you shook your head.

"He doesn't know. He wouldn't have agreed to have me arrested like this," you told your colleague who gave you a nod of understanding.

A mixture of sorrow and confusion played out across his face as he saw your handcuffed wrists, understanding that you were no longer free to continue working together. You turned back to look at him once more, offering a subtle nod and a faint smile, begging him, without words, to see Robert.

***

"Can you tell me what this is about?" you asked calmly as Officer Pash led you through the labyrinthine corridors, past numerous other scientists, some recognising you but most likely unaware of the situation unfolding around them.

"Shut up and keep walking. You will find out soon enough,"

Pash replied curtly, making sure to keep his voice low so as not to attract unwanted attention. His firm grip on your arm ensured that you remained close by as you walked through the dimly lit corridors all the way to a vehicle where a bag was placed over your head. The sense of unease continued to grow inside you, filling your chest with an overwhelming heaviness.

The journey took far longer than you anticipated, taking a long drive followed by a walk through several mazes of concrete hallways and sterile rooms filled with equipment, all eerily devoid of life save for the flickering fluorescent lights casting eerie shadows upon the walls.

Each step you took brought you closer to the unknown destination while dread continued to build within your chest, threatening to break loose and consume you entirely. Your heart raced, palms sweating as your body seemed to be alive with anxiety. The constant pounding of your heart thumped in your ears, drowning out even the sound of Officer Pash's heavy boots.

Your thoughts kept drifting back to Robert, thinking that there would have been no way that he agreed to this, knowing that you were pregnant with his child.

You knew he cared deeply for you, yet still, he never said a word about any impending arrests or investigations. Was this Officer Pash lying? Had someone else informed him of your relationship with Robert and manipulated the situation?

Your head swam with these questions as the bag was removed from your head, and you found yourself in a cold, brightly lit room filled with rows of filing cabinets. The harsh fluorescent lighting cast harsh shadows on the walls, making it feel as if you were trapped in a nightmare.

Your mind raced with possibilities, attempting to piece together the reason for your abduction. You wondered how Robert would react when he discovered you missing. Would he think you had abandoned him? Or would he suspect foul play and search for you relentlessly?

Just as you began to lose hope and despair, Officer Pash re-entered the room, closing the door behind him. He approached you silently, his shadow stretching across the floor like a dark tendril. His presence made your skin crawl.

His cold gaze bore into yours, seemingly capable of seeing straight through your soul. A wave of terror coursed through your veins, causing your heart to race wildly in your chest. Officer Pash approached you slowly, methodically, moving with calculated precision. The space between you felt almost tangible, an invisible barrier that both repelled and drew you toward him simultaneously. Your breath caught in your throat, your hands trembling with fear and anticipation. His proximity alone made you feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly defenceless against whatever intentions he may hold.

His presence was suffocating, engulfing you in a darkness that threatened to devour your very essence. Your legs quivered beneath you, your body trembling with fear and anticipation as Officer Pash moved ever closer.

"Someone has leaked information to the Soviets," he stated coldly, his eyes boring into yours.

"If you are suggesting that I have ties with the communists, then you are mistaken. I am loyal to the project and the development of the gadget," you answered, desperately trying to maintain your composure despite the mounting fear and panic inside you.

Officer Pash raised an eyebrow, a sceptical glint in his eye.

"Then why did I find these documents hidden beneath your bed?" he asked, and you bit your lip, uncertain how to respond.

"I didn't put these there. I don't even have access to these files,"

you argued, your voice wavering slightly under the weight of your fear.

"But someone had to have taken them from Dr Oppenheimer's office and hid them there," Officer Pash countered, his tone unwavering. "And you were the last person seen with Dr. Oppenheimer before these went missing."

You felt your heart sink in your chest, knowing that the evidence against you appeared to be mounting.

"Dr Oppenheimer and I...," you began to say, your thoughts racing as you tried to come up with a plausible explanation. The air in the room became thick with the weight of your fear, your breath catching in your throat as you fought to regain control of your emotions.

"Dr Oppenheimer and you?" Officer Pash queried, unaware of your affair.

"Well, I... I don't know how those documents got there," you stammered, unable to meet Officer Pash's unwavering gaze. "It must be some sort of setup," you added, hoping to convince him of your innocence.

"Someone is trying to sabotage the project by framing me as a spy," you pointed out, but the Officer simply laughed.

"Frame you, out of all people at Los Alamos?"

Officer Pash scoffed, his scepticism evident in his tone. "This isn't some small operation you're involved in here. It's a top-secret government project, and you've somehow managed to get entangled in a dangerous game of espionage. Why is that?" he asked before leaning over the desk and reaching for your throat, pressing down tightly.

You let out a muffled cry as your world started to spin, everything going black for a split second. When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself bound to a chair, facing Officer Pash, who stood before you with a look of triumph etched on his face.

"Since you won't cough up the information I am after voluntarily, we will have to implement some measures to aid your compliance moving forward," he declared with a cruel grin.

"I prefer doing these things the Russian way," he then announced as the room fell silent, the weight of the situation pressing down on you with crushing force. Your heart raced, adrenaline flooding your system, leaving you feeling lightheaded and weak.

You tried to focus on your breathing, to stay present and alert amidst the rapidly escalating tension. As Officer Pash paced around the room, you could hear the sound of his boots echoing against the hard surface, creating an ominous rhythm that underscored the growing sense of danger surrounding you. His every movement seemed calculated, each step sending a shiver down your spine.

As the tension reached its peak, the silence between you grew almost deafening. Sweat dripped down your forehead, causing you to wipe it away with a trembling hand.

Your heart hammered in your chest, fear coursing through your veins. Officer Pash circled you, his eyes holding a calculating gleam. You could sense the power he held over you, a power that you could not match in this darkened room. Despite your attempt to remain composed, your voice shook with anxiety as you spoke. "Why would anyone want to frame me as a spy? I don't understand!" you cried and, without breaking his stride, Officer Pash chuckled darkly.

"Do you really expect me to believe that you are all innocent after what your father has been arrested for?" he stopped pacing, fixing you with a piercing gaze. "You see, I have no idea how you got clearance for a project like this in the first place," he paused, allowing the silence to fill the room.

As you struggled to maintain your composure, Officer Pash stepped towards you once more, his footfalls echoing against the hard floor, intensifying the feeling of being trapped in this darkened room. With each step, your heart raced faster, your breath became shallow. His eyes held a sinister glint, one that sent a shiver down your spine. He circled you, the intensity of his gaze causing your own to widen in fear.

"Let me tell you something," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "We will get to the bottom of this, one way or another. Whether it takes hours, days, weeks…or even months."

The thought of spending endless days and nights in this dim, chilling room, subjected to Officer Pash's relentless interrogation, sent a fresh wave of terror surging through your veins.

"No, please!" you begged for mercy as Officer Pash brought another fabric bag and placed it over your head.

You gasped in fear, struggling to breathe as the sensation of suffocation consumed you, your heart racing with terror.

Pain exploded in your body as his strong hands bound your wrists tightly to the arms of the chair, restricting your movements and adding to your helplessness. Your mind raced with thoughts of escape, but the reality of your situation sank in: you were trapped, completely at his mercy.

You fought back tears, trying to maintain your composure, though your heart hammered wildly in your chest. "I can help you find the truth," you pleaded weakly, your voice hoarse from fear before. Suddenly, your head was being pulled back and cold water was poured over the sack covering your nose and mouth.

The shock of the unexpected sensation sent a jolt through your entire body, making you gasp for air. You felt like you were drowning.

He kept pouring water until you were soaking wet, yet still unable to breathe properly.

Your lungs burned with the struggle for air, and you felt your limbs tremble with exhaustion. In the midst of this torment, Officer Pash's words seeped into your consciousness like poison: "Don't worry. We'll figure out the truth together."

As you writhed helplessly in your bonds, a new wave of fear washed over you: not just for your safety but also for the secrets you carried within.

"Please," you gasped against the water bag, "please, stop!"

"I am...pregnant...please," you begged, your voice hoarse from fear and fatigue.

Officer Pash hesitated for a moment, seemingly struck by the revelation. "Interesting," he said, raising an eyebrow.

The room fell into a heavy silence as Officer Pash considered his next move. Finally, he removed the water bag from your head, the sudden release of pressure causing you to gasp for air.

"But irrelevant to me," he then said before pulling your head up again.

"Now, think about your child. You don't want to lose your child, do you?" Officer Pash challenged, his eyes boring into yours after he removed the wet bag from your head.

"What would you do if I told you that your child's future depended on your cooperation?" he then asked and you felt your stomach twist with fear, your heart pounding in your chest. "Anything," you replied, your voice cracking with emotion.

Officer Pash smiled, a cruel, taunting smile that sent a shiver down your spine. "Good," he murmured, stepping closer to you.

"Then take some time to reflect and, tomorrow, we will continue this little conversation. If you talk and give me some names, then I will ensure that you receive sufficient food and water, ensuring the survival of you both,"

Officer Pash suggested calmly, a coldness behind his eyes.

You swallowed hard, nodding your agreement while thinking furiously. This man had already threatened you physically and emotionally, and now your unborn child's life was at stake. "Alright," you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper.

He left you alone in the room, the darkness wrapping around you like a shroud. Your eyes adjusted to the faint light filtering through the windows, casting eerie shadows across the barren walls.

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srirachacatarchieves · 4 months

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SUMMARY : BFF HOSHI MAKES U SQUIRT LOL

-Hieeee!!!!

MxFAB 🤍

"I've heard it all before," Soonyoung sighs, sipping his beer. His beer, because he was a lightweight, no alcohol for him, meanwhile you, and your four bottle tolerance, had already downed around half of one bottle, still fine, not even the slightest bit buzzed. "Heard what before?" You whine, pouting. Soonyoung laughs, patting your head. You lean into the touch slightly, and he coos at you. "Well, the usual-, none of the men on this campus ever satisfy you, always use you for their own pleasure." Soonyoung speaks, voice honey, soft and gentle, while he strokes your head.

You huff, "Sorry, must be annoying to hear about this." Soonyoung tuts, "It's alright, don't worry about it. You can always vent to me!" He gives you a goofy smile, and you giggle, downing another shot. "I'm so jealous that you have such a high tolerance..." He whines, placing a hand on his chin, resting into it with a pout. You mimic his actions, looking down at the table in front of you, "I'm jealous you always get a good fuck." Soonyoung chokes, before busting out laughing.

"Whattt?" You whine, pouting, "It's the truth...." Soonyoung just continues laughing, muttering a cute under his breath. "Do you know anyone? Seriously Soonie..." You sigh, staring down at the empty bottle of soju.

"Y/n, you know any guy on this campus would be dying to fuck you."

Soonyoung spits the words out casually, voice dark yet soft. You blush, covering your face, "Shut up..." He giggles again, chugging the rest of his beer. He cringes, "Gross." You smile in agreement. "I can't even get buzzed..." You mutter under your breath, downing two more shots of soju, "-so I just have to wallow in my sad-, sexually frustrated misery." You wail dramatically, closing your eyes.

"I could fuck you,"

You flinch hard, jumping out of your seats as you look at the man in front of you. Soonyoung, in all his glory, sitting there, with an unamused look on his face. You feel your heart pang out of your chest, beating erratically. Your face burns a beet red, "Wha-what?!"

He laughs slightly, "Or if you don't wanna-" he begins, only for you to cut him off with a fist slamming the table. "Are you...serious?" You question, facing the table, looking down. Soonyoung hums, before a flash of worry crosses his eyes, "Sorry-, I didn't mean to make you uncomfort-" you cut him off again, "Are you being serious?" He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "If I wasn't I wouldn't have said it."

Your heart hasn't slowed down a bit, and you're ninety percent sure you resemble a deer caught in headlights.

"Okay."

Here you sat, in your bedroom, in only bra and panties, while Soonyoung, who was missing only a shirt, had you straddled in his lap, had stared at you with the most loving eyes, before leaning in, "Is this okay?" He mutters quietly, his breath fanning your face as your eyes flow shut. "Yes, please?" He chuckles lightly, "So eager." He then hooks a hand on your jaw, tilting your head down to meet his. The first impact of your lips is slow, sensual, full of love. You sigh in relief at the impact, opening your mouth up to him. It stays like that for a moment, lips locked and moving slowly, nothing more. Until you tug on his shirt, and he smiles into your mouth, before pulling your chin down slightly. He pulls back to utter a small command,

"Open," and you oblige immediately, falling pliant into his mouth as he takes you in, muttering a small, "Good girl." Your body heats up at the praise and you whine into the kiss slightly. He smirks into your mouth once more, before sliding his tongue in skillfully and slow, making you ache with want. He slides his left palm down your shoulder, around the curve of your back, and eventually meets it to the base of your hip, where he gives a testing squeeze. You arch into his touch, and he pulls back for a breather before diving back in. His other hand stays on your cheek, controlling the every moment between you two.

You are already worked up, feeling a moistness between your legs. You slightly press down into his lap harder, involuntary. Your body reacting to pleasure. To that, Soonyoung tuts, and his soft hand leaves your face, meeting the other, parallel. He then grips hard, bruising. It's painful, and it hurts, so good. "You can wait right, baby?" He asks, slowly, phrased as a question but with a tone of command. You nod immediately and he gives you a cute smile, "Words, please?" He asks, and you open your mouth. "Yes, I can wait." He then releases his bruising grip on your waist, stroking your sides softly as he mutters once more, "That's a good girl," You bite back a whimper at the pet-name alone. So different now,

you on top of him, pliant in his arms, contrary to what he says when you go fetch him something while he asks. "Been always," he mutters, catching your lips, "-waiting for this, yeah?" He asks, and you aren't sure what he means, so you hum anyways. "I could see it," breath, "..on your face," kiss, "-everytime I said it." Oh. Oh. You feel your cheeks heating up once more. He then smiles at your cute reaction, stroking your cheek again. "Lay on your back for me now, darling." He gently guides you off his lap and you are confused yourself on how obeying you are, and he brushes his hands down your torso. He slips a pillow underneath your butt, lifting you up a bit.

He reaches down his hand, looking up at you, as if to ask for permission. You nod your head, and he slips a finger inside your panties, as he mouths at your neck.

He strokes your clit, building a steady rhythm. He presses deep, in circles, going light from hard, making your body shudder in pleasure. You feel a pleasure building in your stomach. He grips your left thigh, making your whole body jolt. "Shit, you're so sensitive here." He whispers, groping your thigh harder, slowing down his hand on your clitoris, before speeding up again. Your mouth falls open, because it feels so good. "I'll get you there here, first, yeah baby?" He mutters softly in your ear, leaning down and you nod, before shaking your head, "Yeah-, yeah, okay. Thank you." You mutter, as he continues alternating from fast to slow. "Fuck, what a sweet girl, thanking me so politely." He kisses your neck, causing you to jolt again.

"Here, too. I see.”

You nod quickly, and he kisses you once more, licking into your mouth. Suddenly, his hand is moving a lot faster, and your hips begin to buck into his hands slightly, intensifying the feeling. You were so turned on, and he smeared your wetness from your entrance up, pressing down on your clit, before continuing to rub it lightly. Your mouth falls open once more, and your eyes roll back into your head as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly. You cum with a broken moan, and he rubs you through it softly.

You had never experienced a clitoris orgasm so fast.

"Fuck," he mutters, watching you come undone. He experimentally strokes your clit again, watching you jolt from overstimulation. You paw at his hand slightly, giving him a teary eyed look. He smiles, calling you cute, before getting the memo. "Let's go down here then, yeah?" He mutters slowly, rubbing his fingers down to your entrance. "You're so wet," he notes, sliding one finger into you, "-sucking my finger in, shit, could fuck you right now,” you whine at the thought, and he smiles, “-wouldn’t even have to open you up." He immediately slips another finger in, and at this point you moan quietly, as his fingers edge around your walls, rubbing the inside softly, stretching your hymen around them, getting used to the feeling.

"Gonna go deeper now, kay?" He says quietly, whispering into your ear. You nod twice, letting your eyes fall shut. He then slides his full two fingers into you, and you realize he only had half of both his fingers in before, and suddenly, they are both scraping against a sensitive spot, and you jolt, hard, with a broken moan. "There we go, baby." He mutters, biting at your neck. He's leaning over you, and you can feel his hard cock straining through his sweatpants. He then slips another finger into you, and you gasp, gripping his shirt. "Fuck, shit," you whisper, biting your nail.

The middle of his three long fingers brush against a bundle of nerves, and the tips of his fingers press around your deepest parts, as if he's purposely avoiding that spot. You clutch at his shirt once more, calling his name lightly. "Hm?" He mutters, coming up from your neck to look at you. There are tears falling from your eyes slightly and you whisper, "Please, make me cum." In the sweetest sounding voice, he smiles at you, "I will baby, just be patient. Do you trust me?" You nod your head three times, really fast, and he laughs, "Cute. So just be patient, it'll feel better if you wait." You inhale deeply, pliant against him once more. He then grabs your hand from your mouth, "And don't bite that, let me hear you."

You blush, and mutter an agreement, to which he praises again. The next time his long fingers brush against that sweet spot inside you, you let yourself release a high whine, and he praises you again, "That's a good girl." His voice is sensual in your ear, and in seconds he is pressing a hand against your pelvis, adding a soft pressure, while his fingers thrust in and out of you, hard and fast. You whine high and sharp, stuttering as you curse, and he licks your neck, before sucking on it.

"M' gonna mark you, baby," He whispers, before he bites down, "-you like it, right?" His tone is questioning, but you can hear the smile on his face, because he is so sure of himself as he says it. You nod your head up and down, mouth falling open, eyes rolling back as he continues to fuck his fingers inside of you, wet squelching noises filling the bedroom. "Fuck, fuck," You whisper under your breath, tears leaving your eyes. "Tell me when you are going to cum." He says, tone firm in your ear as he continues caging you in, and he unclasps your bra, that you forgot was even there, skillfully with one hand, pulling it down slightly to reveal your breasts. You nod, and you can feel a sensation building in your stomach.

"So pretty," He whispers, as he pinches one of your nipples with his free hand, and usually, you don't ever feel anything from breast play. But, your body was burning all over, hyper sensitive, and it only added to your pleasure. You feel unfamiliar sensation building inside of you, and you whine high, "I'm- I'm gonna," your words aren't even processing right, as you place a gentle hand on his muscled torso, "Soonyoungie, i'm gonna pee." Soonyoung only giggles at you, "You're gonna squirt, baby."

You roll your eyes back into your head as he thrusts into you once, twice, and you call out, "I'm..I'm gonna squirt, Soonyoung." He thrusts his fingers into you once more, and you clench around him. And in a second, the building nerves inside your stomach evaporate. Your body twitches, as Soonyoung abruptly pulls his fingers out of you. He watches in awe as your pussy clunches around nothing, and you are scared for a moment that you had a ruined orgasm, but you can still feel a building pressure in your abdomen. "Good fucking girl," He whispers, kissing you on the cheek, "-telling me so well, you're so obedient, fuck."

You huff a smile at the praise, not even upset about your lost orgasm. The praise coming from his lips alone is satisfying to you, and you smile, still fucked out a bit.

Soonyoung taps your thigh lightly, "You with me?" You nod your head, but he clicks his tongue, "Need you to tell me with your mouth." He tone is sweet, as always, and it makes the built up pressure in your stomach clench, and you twitch. "Yes," your voice is a bit hoarse, and your cheek is sore from biting it.

"Such a good girl, just wait a little longer, kay?"

You nod at his words, and you lay back, knees pulled a bit closely to your breasts, eyes still closed, focused. If you move a certain way, you're certain that you will clench around nothing, and get a small orgasm, which you don't want. You want what Soonyoung wants to give you, and you realize this is the first time you've been in such a deep submissive state. And you loved it. You briefly hear the shuffling, and the small impact of Soonyoung's sweatpants hitting the wooden floor, and then he's hovering over you again.

He immediately takes your hand in his, and kisses your cheek. You smile, eyes still closed, but then he goes to suck a hickey on your neck and you whine, leaning away from him. He then hums in question, stopping his movement. "If you do that, I might cum," You say honestly, and he curses. “Fuck, I was gonna wait..but, you’re so sweet,” His voice is somewhat desperate, and he bends your legs open, before pinching your clit once, which makes you twitch.

“You’re still dripping, baby, do you wanna cum now?” You quickly nod your head, and Soonyoung doesn’t torture you with a request of verbal confirmation, as he immediately trust three fingers back into you, making you squeal. It feels, so much more intense this time. “God..faster,” you bet quietly, but then add a, “-please.” He laughs at you once more, voice laced with adoration, “So sweet.”

He uses his free, big hand, to push back your torso, bending you in half almost, and then he slips a forth finger in, which makes you whine. His hand is relentless, fucking into you at a speed no man has ever done before, and all you can think of is him, so you voice that, “Soonyoung..Soonyoungie..” He hums in appreciation, using his knee to keep your legs there, before he rubs your face with his hand, “Can you hold you legs for me?” You nod immediately, and hook your arms underneath your legs, pulling them up to your chest, leaving him full access, to focus on your entrance.

“Mhm,” you muttered out your agreement much too late, and he giggles again, before caressing your head once more. He then leans down, sucking your neck. You feel the pressure, burning, building in your torso once more, and your mouth falls open, “M’ gonna, gonna…” You trail off at the end, and Soonyoung bites down on your neck.

You feel sparks light in your body, and in one… and two thrusts, your whole body shivers as you throw your head back, body shaking. It starts from your toes and your shoulders, and it shakes your whole body, a burning, sizzling pleasure, that builds, and then explodes inside of you, and you cry out, tears falling from your eyes as he fucks you through it. It’s over sooner than you would like, and you blankly feel a hot relief right under your clit, and something hot leave you. You slowly open your eyes to see Soonyoung watching in awe as he continues to fuck you softly, curling his fingers up, and thumbing your clit, watching your cunt squirt out juices onto his fingers.

As he does this, you shake and spasm from pleasure, and sigh deep as the building pleasure subsides, and he stops thrusting his fingers inside you.

He finally pulls out, and he releases you legs from your own hold, as you twitch, still hypersensitive. He then lays his body out over you, and he kisses your skin, smothering your neck with soft pecks. The heat and pressure of his body on yours is enough for your body to calm down, and when you stop shaking, he lifts himself off of you, before caressing your face, he wipes his fingers off on the pillow you forgot was there, underneath your torso, and he smiles at you. You feel his dick, rock hard against your leg, and he stares at you, eyes full of love,

“Think you can do another one?”

This is extremely rushed and unedited, lols

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Oh my God! The "Innocent Abominations - Wholesome Edition" snippet was ADORABLE!! I'm grinning like a loon! (Not the original anon btw)

I'm just waiting for whenever Mandroid or GHOST inevitably screws up and Optimus goes Mama Bear Mode. It would probably win Dot's approval of him (if only for the safety of her children) and put Megatron and Elita at ease that Optimus hasn't lost his touch. "Strong Enough To Be Gentle" is right.

It might even be a little bittersweet for them, getting to see Optimus so clearly at ease and carefree, like having their little Orion back aver all these years.

It is indeed a little bittersweet. The Matrix took Orion from them long ago. Seeing him back? It is both a blessing and a curse.

Previous part here.

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Optimus will fight denta and claw for the Terrans. The Matrix made him a softer mech so that he could interact with them, but it did nothing to eliminate his lethality in battle. The switch is so severe and so quick that it is hard to determine if its even the same mech at all. One moment Optimus was calmly helping the Terrans compose battle plans and praising them for their willingness to fight. Then, without a moment's hesitation, he was sprinting forward with the viciousness of an old god released from his shackles.

Mandroid may have had technology on his side, but he did not have the will of a god pushing him on. Within him, the Matrix made its demands, and as its loyal vessel, Optimus obeyed. It called for the destruction of all that would dare touch the Terrans. He relished in its commands.

The Terrans fought on their own for a time, working with Megatron to bring down Mandroid. But they were not alone for long. Optimus threw himself forward with viciousness that none present had every witnessed. His movements were familiar to Megatron, but the way his gaze locked onto the enemy and the way he seemed to feel no pain? That was new and it worried Megatron more than he cared to admit. The Terrans merely watched in awe as Optimus tore into Mandroid's machines.

When all was said and done, the Terrans cheered and went to Megatron to celebrate. But amidst their celebration, Optimus stood amidst the wreck covered in energon, his axe still readied as he stalked through the ruins. The Matrix demanded he ensure the threat was destroyed, and so that was what he did. Megatron could not call him away, nor could the Terrans. Optimus Prime stalked like a dead mech for hours before the Matrix was satisfied.

When he returned to the Maltos the very next day, there was not a single trace of the terrifying war machine from the earlier battle. Optimus smiled and made his way forward as if nothing had happened. He was covered in cuts, but his disposition was that of the dock worker that Megatron and Elita knew long before the war. It was offputting, but the Terrans didn't notice or care.

Dot had been suspicious of the Prime since his arrival, especially since Megatron was on edge. She had been willing to put up with it, but seeing Megatron's growing concern, she had questions.

Dot: This isn't normal for him.

Megatron: No, it is not.

Dot: What happened to him?

Megatron: He carries the Matrix, a relic from our world. Little is known about it since most of its bearers were either tight lipped or killed before much could be said.

Dot: The relic is doing this.

Megatron: That is my fear. It took Orion Pax from us and gave us Optimus Prime. Now... it seems to have combined the two. I don't believe it will endanger the children or the Terrans, but the Matrix has proven to be unpredictable.

Dot: Do I need to do something about Optimus?

Megatron: Not yet. He has no intention of taking the Terrans. However I cannot say he will not act drastically later.

Megatron: Consider him a wary ally for the time being. Elita and I will observe him and ensure that his state will not harm your family.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers earthspark #earthspark megatron #earthspark optimus #dot malto #the matrix of leadership #earthspark elita one

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is shy fri for all the characters you write for? if so, what about a shy!reader x sirius where the reader tries to build up the courage to ask him out & it's an adorable attempt?

im sorry this isn't quite what you asked for but i hope you like it anyhow! ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1.2k words

Sirius Black is very, very pretty.

If that were the only good thing about him you'd never want to ask him out. There's so much that you see in him, and whether you're delusional or not – and you don't think you are – you want to take the chance. Really, you want his attention and his affection, and you're willing to ask for it.

Even now he's looking at you with what you've chosen to see as fondness rather than pity.

"Hey, sweet thing," he greets with a wink.

You look at him and his friends sitting at the table behind him and feel your small amount of determination dwindle into almost nothing.

"Sirius," you breathe, able to hold his eye for all of three seconds before you avert your gaze to his chest. His brown leather jacket lays ruggedly over a slouched, defined chest. You drop your gaze to the floor, heart racing.

"Is everything okay?" he asks quietly. You know it's for your benefit.

"I wanted to talk to you," you begin.

"Well, let's talk." He stands up tall and sends his friends a small wave, barely a shake of his hand.

Down the hall of the University canteen and into the quiet space behind. The ceiling is so tall you have to crane your neck to see the glass skylights above but it feels like it's caving in as Sirius shepherds you to an empty table, hand on your shoulder.

It's both easier and harder to be with him alone. Easier now that his friends aren't here to witness what will likely be a stinging rejection. Harder, because Sirius has a commanding smile; when he grins like this all lopsided and affectionate it's impossible not to look at him.

Your heart thud thud thuds.

"Is it about Freeman's essay?" he asks. "I haven't done it yet, but we could work on it together."

You swallow. "Thank you."

"Sure."

He leans over the table and inclines his head, looking at you through a thicket of dark lashes. They look soft.

"I… I…" You press your lips together and try to calm the swift rise and fall of your chest.

Be brave. You summon up all the advice you can remember from the magazines. Ask them somewhere they'll enjoy. Be confident. "There's a show," you say, sounding unsure.

Sirius waits patiently for you to continue.

"In the Point House. You know, in the city?"

"Yeah, I know. What show is it?"

"It's to see this band, called The Dwellers. I think they're local, they have like, an album. I think you'd like them."

"Oh yeah?" He starts to mess around in his pockets until he pulls out his phone. You watch him write a text and send it. Your phone pings.

You pull it out and flip it open. Sirius has sent you an sms that says 'dwellers'.

"So I remember," he explains.

You try to smile. Why is asking him out so hard?

Because he's ridiculously handsome and he's smart when he works for it, and he never makes you feel stupid, hasn't once talked down at you since the day he met you no matter how quiet you've been. Because he touches your shoulders and plays with your hair in the lecture hall when he thinks you're not paying attention, and he offers you half of his sandwich every Monday when you're waiting between lectures despite having never said yes.

"Something is eating a hole through you," he says fondly. He reaches over the table to tug at the bracelet around your wrist, pulling your hand toward him.

"It's nothing."

"I don't think so." His finger slides under the bracelets links and his fingernail scratches over your skin lightly. He pushes his finger flat to your pulse and smiles, perturbed. "Your heart's a riot."

He looks up. You realise he's sussed you out, not just your nervousness but the reason behind it.

"This show, are we going?" he asks.

"Uh. Do you want to?"

"If you're asking me."

"I'm- I'm trying to," you say urgently.

"I know, sweetheart."

You think maybe a guy like Sirius isn't used to being asked out. There's a terrible eagerness to it as he waits.

"Do you want to go to the show with me?" you ask him.

"Yeah, let's go. When is it?"

Your laugh evidences every tiny bit of pleasure, and you're practically giddy as you say, "Next Friday."

"Next? I can't wait that long."

"For what?" you ask.

His hand closes around your wrist and he sits up as much as he can, leaning over the table. You respond in turn, leaning up, shocked and excited and hardly breathing as his face nears your own. He waits, a split second of his hot breath fanning over your lips before he moves in and kisses you. It's warm. He's soft. His hand strokes your wrist as he pushes into you, a shattering of firecrackers racing over your lips as he kisses you. You sigh into it. You melt.

He's laughing as he pulls away. "Not how I pictured it."

A panicked stabbing. "No?" you ask worriedly.

He's up and out of his seat before you know it, hands on your face and hair tickling your cheeks as he meets your eyes. You nod and he's kissing you all over again, ardent, a wave of nice smells and nicer tastes.

He sucks in a breath and encourages your face to the left, wading in right. His thumb skips over your cheek and your dizzy with it all, every point of contact aflame.

You wuss out first, breaking the kiss to breathe.

Sirius rubs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

"We should go out for dinner," he says.

"When?" you ask breathlessly.

"Tonight." Then, when you smile, he asks, "Yeah?" all happy and smiley.

"Yeah. Tonight. Whenever you want to."

He holds your face in his hands and his eyes race over each feature hungrily, though there's a softness there you can't miss. A certain upturn to the starts of his brows.

"I've wanted to do that for a while," he says.

You can't believe it. You feel like you're in a movie. If your hands weren't clinging to his jacket for dear life, you'd pinch yourself. "Really?"

He leans down for a chaste kiss but can't help himself, ducking in for a second, and then a third. You receive each one fervently.

"Fuck it, do you wanna go now?"

"On a date?" you ask, surprised, lips tingling.

"Yeah, on a date."

"Siri, we have a lecture."

"Let's skip it. I won't be able to sit through it, anyway." He squeezes your cheek with a little pleading pout on his lips.

You blink. Reality. This is reality.

"Yeah, okay. Let's go."

There's no use in pretending you could've turned him down. He beams, takes your hand into his, and half drags you through the canteen and past his gaggle of friends out the sliding doors. Your face is hot as the sun by the time you reach is car, and it only gets worse when he presses you against the door and kisses you again.

"I'm sorry," he says after, "I'm not being a gentleman."

"You're not a gentleman," you say.

"No, I'm not. But I will be."

You don't believe him even slightly, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black drabble #sirius black imagine #sirius black x you #sirius black #marauders era #marauders

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