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dsudis · 1 year

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The Second Drawer

Written for @domaystic Day 8: the things in that drawer. Explicit.

Dream is human, horny, and home alone. Luckily Hob planned ahead for this eventuality.

Dream paced the flat for what felt like hours, though when he peered out the window the sun had not reached the little marker Hob had placed to tell him when it was noon, let alone the one that indicated Hob would be coming home soon.

It was entirely possible that Hob had not arrived at the university yet. It would be ridiculous for Dream to bother him with this. It was ridiculous that Dream even wanted to. He was human now; he understood the workings of his body perfectly well, and this was not an unmanageable problem.

He just didn't want to do it alone.

Dream tried to distract himself with small tasks around the flat, tidying up, putting in a load of laundry by following the checklist posted on the inside of the laundry closet door. He sat down to try to study the book Hob had left him—it was about walking and hiking trips to particularly beautiful places, something Hob thought he would enjoy. Dream was dubious, but Hob had been right about many things Dream turned out to enjoy. He was also wonderfully apologetic and eager to make it up to him when Dream didn't enjoy something, so Dream was willing to try.

Unhelpfully, he had the same thought about every scenic photograph: yes, I would like to have sex with Hob there.

Dream sighed and set the book down. He had to circle the flat a few times to locate his phone, and as always, he squinted at the time on it though he knew that his mind would only ever read it as Some Numbers. The sun still hadn't reached noon. Hob hadn't sent him any texts, which was mildly disappointing if not surprising, but neither had anyone else, which was a relief.

Dream tapped out a brief message. My body is being foolish again.

Hob responded almost instantly, which meant he was either still on the Tube or in his office, or possibly was in the last few minutes before starting today's tutorials. Painful foolish, horny foolish, messy foolish, or a secret fourth option?

Dream debated whether he could possibly claim this was a secret fourth option situation, in which case Hob might continue texting him long enough to try to unravel it, or a painful situation, which might persuade Hob to come home to him.

So horny, then, Hob sent while Dream was still considering.

Dream made a face at his phone, but Hob was undeterred, though Dream was confident that Hob had known exactly what his reaction to that text would be.

Have a look in the second drawer on my side of the bed, love. See if you can't find something there to help you sort that out. I've got tutorials this morning so I won't be checking my phone but if you send pictures I'll hurry home that much faster when I'm done.

Dream felt heat curling through him at just the possibilities of what might be in that drawer, never mind the invitation to distract Hob with photos. His incipient erection was rapidly becoming actual, and as much as he wanted to have some dignity or at least not betray his desperation, he was learning that being human meant being at the mercy of these bodily urges. Dream didn't even wait to get into the bedroom before he was stripping out of his t-shirt.

He shed the rest of his clothing and tugged down the covers, lying down on Hob's side of the bed and giving his cock a teasing touch as he breathed in the scent of Hob from the pillow. Dream didn't really need more than this, now that he'd been persuaded to give in to his body's unruly impulses, but he couldn't settle to merely touching himself with the mystery of the second drawer unsolved.

Dream left off touching himself to roll over and pull the drawer open, and a moan escaped him at the sight of the items at the front of the drawer. Hob had used the curved and rippled glass dildo on him a few nights ago, and while Dream could never love a mere object as much as having Hob's cock inside him... he had come very hard on that unyielding pressure.

A pulse of that remembered pleasure shook through him, and Dream ground his hips down against the mattress in memory as he eyed the other options Hob had left for him. There was a plastic and silicon item, vividly pink, which had a very inviting curve and some buttons on the base—a vibrator, Dream realized, and whimpered at the thought, grinding harder against the mattress at the thought of how it would feel inside.

There was another one, so big that Dream had to pull the drawer out farther to see all of it. It was black, faintly sparkly, and when Dream pressed a finger against the ridged surface he found that it was slightly yielding. Challenging, but possible; he wasn't sure that he could force himself to take it alone like this, but...

Hob had left it for him. Hob had told him to look for it.

Hob had asked for pictures.

Dream whined, writhing against the mattress. His legs instinctively spread wide, and the feel of cool air against his hole made it all feel real and immediate. He could do this now, stretch and slick himself and push one of these devices inside himself—or all of them, one after another. He had hours yet until Hob was meant to come home, and he could feel already that coming once wouldn't scratch this itch. He might have to wait a while, but he would only want to go again and again and again, knowing what was waiting for him, what Hob had imagined him doing with each of these.

Tucked in beside them was a pump bottle of lubricant. Dream bit his lip, squirming at the thought. He'd never prepared himself; Hob always did that. He was clean enough, probably, but... Dream reached for the bottle, and discovered that Hob had tucked a pair of nitrile gloves behind it.

He had known that Dream would be uncertain about this part. He had planned even for that.

Dream moaned, tucking his face down against the edge of the mattress as if he could hide from Hob seeing him so clearly hours or days ago, as if he could conceal himself by hiding now when Hob wasn't even here and knew exactly what he was seeing at this moment. His hips hitched involuntarily, and he felt dampness under his cock where he rubbed it against the mattress.

With a whine of mingled humiliation and lust, Dream curled over onto his back and reached down to grab his cock, jerking himself helplessly fast as he thought of Hob laying this trap, Hob thinking of him even when he wasn't here, Hob anticipating photographs—and himself, too eager even to use any of the things Hob had left for him, too taken up in this ridiculous bodily excitement to play out his allotted role.

But he didn't care. He couldn't. There wasn't enough of him anymore to stand aside and criticize himself at moments like these. He was a small free thing now, and he could just get lost and think of nothing but touching himself faster and faster, gasping for breath and gasping out Hob's name until pleasure ballooned inside him and took up every inch of his body and burst free.

He lay awhile panting at the ceiling before he realized that he was still clutching the bottle of lubricant in his other hand. He laughed at himself, lying there alone, until the drowsiness after coming caught up with him.

That was all right, he thought. He'd just close his eyes for a moment, and then he would have plenty of time to try again and get far enough to take a good picture to send to Hob.

"Well, now," Hob said, startling Dream awake. "This is certainly a picture worth coming home for."

Dream flushed as he looked down at himself. His stomach was covered in dried and drying spend and lubricant—he'd gotten that far on the second and third tries, if no further. One glove was inside out on the night table, the other... he didn't know where, but not on his hand anymore. The vibrator was halfway across the bed, where he'd tossed it when it became abruptly Too Much sometime during the third try. The biggest dildo was resting against his thigh; the glass one was... oh, still in his hand. He vaguely remembered sucking on it during that last time.

He never had managed to take a photo to send Hob, but obviously his silence had been eloquent enough to lure Hob back to him.

Dream didn't realize he'd closed his eyes again until Hob's hair brushed his cheek a second before Hob's lips pressed to his, an absurdly chaste kiss when he was lying here in the wreckage of his sexual efforts.

"Have I missed all the fun, then?" Hob murmured, one hand finding Dream's hip. "Done being foolish for today?"

Dream huffed against Hob's lips. "I have told you before—it is not foolish when you are here. When you are here is what sex is for."

Hob picked his head up just to beam down at Dream, his dark eyes bright with fondness and his color showing a promising flush on his cheeks and ears.

"I have already come three times today," Dream said, reaching up to start unbuttoning Hob's shirt. "You might have to be a bit patient with me."

"Mm," Hob said. "Luckily that is my very favorite thing to be with you, second only to naked."

"Well, then," Dream said, swiping some of the detritus aside to make room in the bed for Hob. "Welcome home. You're just in time."

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koemiexists · 3 months

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Sleeping Beauty

summary: you wanna try something new with your lover tags: finally some porn without plot- oh no there's a bit of plot there, sex, vaginal sex, somnophilia, sex while sleeping, porn, creampie, aftercare, embarrassing conversations word count: 1.9k a/n: i had to, physically could not stop myself as I made this smut shot...

The only person aware of your relationship with the Radio Demon was Husk.

If it were Alastor’s choice, it would have been no one. However, Husk had stumbled upon you exiting his bedroom and questioned you relentlessly on why until you cracked.

You had to plead to Alastor to not have Husk killed right then and there.

You weren’t sure why Alastor would want to hide your relations with him, yet with the talk of the Vee’s, you believed that would be the reason why. His and Vox’s rivalry seems to go back way before you made it to Hell, so it seemed obvious that Alastor would wish to hide anything that may seem like a weakness to him.

In a way, he was caring for you by seeming like he didn’t in public.

Privately, behind closed doors, you two would often cuddle or talk, and on some occasions, Alastor would initiate intimacy with you. It had always excited you, considering how hesitant your lover was with physical contact. His touch on your skin gave you goosebumps, and you would gently pull him in, giving him kisses to melt away that barrier of rigidness, giving you the Alastor you loved.

At the moment, you were fidgeting with a bracelet you had recently bought. It was a bright red, almost glowing. You waited eagerly for your lover to slink his way into the bedroom through the shadows, so you could ask him a favor that had been on your mind.

You didn't have to wait a minute longer when the murky shadows pooled in the middle of the wooden floor, Alastor forming from it after a few seconds. His grin widened a little at the sight of you on his bed, and you gave him a small smile back, facing him completely.

“What’s in your hand?” He inquired, sitting next to you as he stripped his jacket off.

You bit your lip before turning to face him even more. “It’s a bracelet.”

Alastor quirked an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face. “You fancy yourself some jewelry? Just ask, (Name). I’ll buy you whatever jewels you desire, only the best ones to compliment your natural glow.”

“Not exactly...” You fiddled with it and sighed quietly as you tried not to let the embarrassment overrun you. “We have sex sometimes.”

He stopped his stripping, looking at you now, his gaze direct as you stuttered underneath his piercing eyes.

“And... I love it.” You inhaled deeply. “So, I want to try something new, if you’re okay with it.”

He still stared at you, his ears twitching as his short tail wagged barely behind him. “Continue, (Name).”

Flushing, you stood up so he was in front of you. You took another breath, and placed the bracelet against his hand so he could observe it. “I want you to have sex with me while I sleep.”

Before he opened his mouth to say something, you interrupted. “This bracelet is something I will wear at night, so you know that I want it to happen while I sleep. So, we are clear on, uhm, consent.”

Alastor moved slowly, taking your hands away from your sides, gently grasping them. “You want to do this tonight?” He didn’t look up at you, and you shifted in place, glancing away repeatedly.

“Yeah.”

He hummed in response, slipping the bracelet on your right hand before looking up at you. Rising up, Alastor gave you a soft kiss on your lips, then another kiss on your cheek. “Alright.” He said lightly, his smile widening. “However, as of right now, I have errands to run. Charlie’s tasks never wait! Aha! I’ll be seeing you very soon, darling.”

You watched as Alastor left, leaving you flushed and tired. Glancing down at the bracelet, you left his room silently to grab some food from the kitchen.

Angel Dust was there, and you let out a soft noise of surprise. His eyes moved from his phone to you. “Heya (Name).” He greeted, giving you a smile before turning back to his phone.

You greeted back, before you made yourself a sandwich. Eating it slowly, you kept glancing at Angel. “How are you?” You spoke up softly, which surprised Angel.

“Eh, so so.” He stretched. “Worked a little too hard yesterday. The sex started to hurt after a bit.” He complained, running a hand against his fluff. “Had to shower twice.”

“Valentino.” You spoke bitterly. “Does he always overwork you?”

Angel thought for a minute, before shaking his head. “No, but sometimes he does. Often enough for me to be pissed off, that’s for sure.”

You nodded in sympathy. “Who wouldn’t be upset?” You begin to shift nervously as you quickly finish your sandwich. “Uh, I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“How do I prepare myself... for having sex... while I sleep...?” You asked meekly, face flushing heavily.

Angel snorted, then frantically had to cough as he began to choke on his drink. “H-Holy shit!” He heaved in laughter, wiping a tear from his eye. “Wow! I- just- wow!”

Rolling your eyes, you pouted slightly. “It’s not funny.”

“No- no it’s not funny,” He grinned, laughing quietly. “Didn’t know you were kinky like that.”

You let out an irritated noise, and Angel raised his hands up, laughing softly. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll stop.”

“Better...” You murmured.

Angel cleared his throat, and gave you tips. “If he’s big, make sure you stretch yourself well before you sleep. But remember, more lube is not always better sometimes. You have a pussy, so it’ll lubricate itself.” He sighed. “Use about this much, maybe a little more.”

He motioned to the tip of his claws, indicating a pea size amount. “You’ll be fine. If you’re a light sleeper, you’ll wake up during it.”

“Okay.” You said softly, still extremely flustered you had asked Angel for him. He didn’t seem to mind, though, his eyes glinting with a knowing look. You were confused, but didn’t ask what he knew specifically, opting to flee from the embarrassing situation to your bedroom.

Twirling on your heel, you locked the door behind you, knowing that Alastor would just use his shadows to check up on you. Slipping the bracelet on, you walked over to your bed, heaving a sigh.

Everything in your room was brought by Alastor. It was his effort to show how much he truly loved you, going through the time to analyze exactly what you liked to personalize your space.

Your bed was perfectly made, and it seemed like the sheets had been ironed. Letting out a soft noise of amusement, you smoothed your hand over the pillowcase, admiring the silk material. After you complained about your hair frizzing with your cotton one, he replaced it with a high quality silk.

The sheets smelled of him, and you inhaled deeply, a smile on your face. Turning off the lamp at your bedside, you slid underneath the fluffy blanket. The warmth comforted you as you slipped into a deep sleep.

You weren’t fully awake when you felt your body being moved. Something curled around both your legs, spreading them open. You barely heard a soft ‘fuck’ as your cunt was touched eagerly.

You tried to shift up into the ministrations; however, your body was still struggling to wake up and move, leaving you to the mercy of whoever was doing this.

Letting out a sigh, you felt relief as something long and thick plunged deep inside you. Your breath hitched as your body was jolted, while your brain fought to fully wake up. Despite this, your body didn’t go into fight or flight mode. Instead you leaned into the thrusts.

Your eyes remained closed as you let out soft moans, and the bed underneath you banged with each movement. Your arms sought out something to grasp, making contact with a limb.

Blearily, you opened your eyes a bit, letting out a loud, warbly groan at the sight of Alastor. He was above you, grabbing your waist. His claws were just barely piercing your skin, his eyes focused on you.

You huffed, moaning again as he thrusted deep into your heat. “You wanted this, didn’t you, darling?”

Inclining your hips up, you let out a soft groan of agreement. “Al...”

He smirked, biting your shoulder. You gripped him tighter, letting out a yelp as he pulled back. Blood was covering his lower mouth, leaving him looking wild.

“You’re so precious.”

You couldn’t respond to his comment, instead choosing to lock your legs behind his back.

Alastor’s eyes glinted, his smile wide. “You’re beautiful.” You let out a whimper at that, your cunt squelching as he thrusted roughly. “You like that? Of course you do. You’re my precious doe, who loves everything I give her.”

“Alastor,” you panted, rubbing your clit in time to his unsteady thrusts, watching as sweat rolled down the side of his face.

“Close?” He asked, breathing heavily as you nodded. “Good girl.”

You whimpered again, and he just laughed. “You want to be so good for me, right?”

He flipped you, leaving you squealing as he grasped your hips roughly. “Ah- Alastor!”

He grinned and moved his hands to pinch your nipples, watching as your pussy fluttered. “Ngh!”

“You want to be good for me, right?” He asked. “If you do, then why not ride me? Show me what your body can really do, my little doe. I’ll give you anything you want once you cream on my cock.” He whispered filthily.

You pouted a little, not wanting to really do any work; however, you knew that Alastor wasn’t above taming you if need be.

Slowly, you began to rock your hips, letting out high pitched mewls as your clit grazed his pelvis with each motion. Your hands were firmly on his chest, leaving you to use all your strength in your hips.

You panted, sweating as you went faster, watching as Alastor slowly became more undone below you. “Am I... am I doing good, Al?” You asked sweetly, your breasts bouncing as you changed your movements.

Alastor’s hands instantly sought your hips, raising you up only to plunge you back down. “You’re amazing, my sweet lady.” He purred, as you bit your finger to stop your moans. You reached your climax with a shake, cunt squirting all over your lover.

He hummed, jackhammering into you as you kissed him sloppily. You pulled back, a string of spit connecting you two. The sight instantly had him cumming deep inside of you, letting out a soft sigh as you groaned from the warmth.

“...You could have been more gentle.” You admonished lightly, giving him a cheeky smile. “I would love to be woken up with you creaming my pussy...”

Alastor flushed lightly, something you don’t see often. “Do not say such dirty things around me, dear. I don’t believe I can handle it.”

You cooed, laughing. “You said some dirty things when we were fucking right now, Al.”

“Heat of the moment,” he quipped back, pulling out. With a snap of his fingers, he was fully clothed, and a wet rag was in his hands. “I should not even clean you up, considering how improper you’re being.” His tone seemed serious, but you knew he wouldn’t do that.

“You jest,” you purred, letting him gently take care of you. “You would never forgo aftercare. You’re from Louisiana.”

Alastor smirked, his monocle glinting in the light from the window. “You are right.”

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reredaydreams · 3 months

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Red Lace || Jeon Jungkook

Paring: bf!jungkook x f.reader

Summary: on a rainy day, Jungkook has fun with reader in a car.

Warning: this contains mature content, 18+

Content: car sex, public sex, tit sucking, fingering, riding, cowgirl, neck biting, smut, fluff, at the beach, mature, red lace bra, established relationship

Wc: 3.8k

Masterlist, Chapter 2

“Oh, you're back—'' Jungkook began to say as he looked up from his phone, but halts as he takes in your appearance. It wasn’t anything special; your wet hair flying backwards with the slight breeze of the air, a few tiny strands sticking to your forehead. You were just wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, and gray shorts that reached your lower thigh. The shirt, however, was the perfect tightness as it hugged your chest beautifully, while a red, lace bra slightly visible through the thin cotton material.

“Sorry, the line in the washroom was so long. People are starting to leave early today, probably because it looks like it’s going to rain” you say as you take a seat on the lavender picnic blanket, drying your hair with a towel

Today’s weather was amazing. The sun was shining, giving warmth to your skin, but it wasn’t too hot either, as there was a slight breeze of air. To enjoy the day to the fullest, you and Jungkook had decided to head to the beach.

So here you were, after taking a swim in the sea with him, sitting on the blanket, situated near a tree, allowing for shade and air to circulate around the spot.

Jungkook’s eyes had followed your movements, observing every detail. His eyes flicker to your chests, before slowly making their way to your eyes, which we’re already looking at him.

A slight playful smile rests on your lips, as you glance at Jungkook with soft eyes. Jungkook gulps before returning a cute smile, “ are people that afraid to get wet!?” He exclaimed , with an exaggerated expression. “ It's not acid rain or something. These people need to chill.”

You couldn’t help but smile widely at the cute expressions he was making while expressing his disappointment for these people.

“What, why are you smiling? Y/n, babe, are you scared of getting wet as well? Jungkook says, trying to sound serious, but couldn’t fully hide the smile on his lips.

“Ya, I am, and what about it, huh?” You said with a playful, challenging expression.

Jungkook gasped. ”Oh no, you're one of them,” he said, with a shocked expression. “don’t tell me, you're going to stop loving me just because of that?” You questioned back, acting to be hurt.

“No, that’s something that’s never going to happen. However, we will need to get rid of this fear of yours, and what other way than direct exposure.” Jungkook answered with playful eyes.

“No, you wouldn’t do that!?” You exclaimed with an exaggerated gasp. You both stared at each other before bursting into laughter.

“But no, seriously why do people get so wary of the rain?” Jungkook questioned.

“I don’t know? I guess just humans being humans” you replied back, laying on the blanket, while putting your head on his thigh.

Jungkook was already sitting on the blanket, legs extended out and crossed at the ankles. He was leaning on his arms, as his eyes were looking intently at you. His eyes traced every curve of your body, from the legs to the hips to the curves of your chest. The slight red visible through the cloth wasn't helping Jungkook much, it just made the imagination run more wild.

“Jungkook. I can feel your eyes on me. Were you checking me out?” You asked, turning her head to look up at jungkook.

Jungkook flushed a bit, having been caught in the act, before replying.

“Of course I was! Why wouldn't I when you're wearing that shirt.” Jungkook said proudly.

“In fact, I say we get to the car, and take it off, with everything else”

“JUNGKOOK!! Is this all you ever think about?” You exclaimed.

“Hey!! It’s not my fault that my partner is so hot!” He said, crossing his arms around his chest, trying to act serious.

You sat up, putting your hands on either side of Jungkook, and bringing your face closer to his. “Oh really? You always say that as your excuse. Seriously, you ne—“ you halted mid sentence, getting distracted by the people in the back, packing up, hastily making their way to their cars, as it had slightly begun to drizzle.

While you were distracted, Jungkook snaked his arm around your waist, bringing all your attention back to him.

His eyes gazed deeply into you, “seriously, what love?” Jungkook said, his eyes traveling to her lips. He brought his face closer to hers, stopping just inches before their lips would meet.

“Jungkook!” You whined. “Stop, there are too many people here, and I am not an exhibitionist like you.”

“You say? Then who was the one who trapped me between their arms, trying to tease me?” Jungkook questioned.

Getting a bit annoyed Y/N lightly pushed him on the shoulder before getting up and fixing her shorts.

Jungkook held on to Y/N’s hand before questioning her about where she was going.

“No where!” You expressed with slight annoyance. “I’m just going to pack up a few things incase the rain gets worse”

He let go of your hand as you started working on the task, jungkook helping you as well.

Once the stuff was packed up, you and Jungkook sat against the tree that was right next to the picnic blanket. Your head rested on his chests and your arms around his waist. His arms were wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you warm.

The sight in front of you was breathtaking. The dark clouds shadowing over the ground. The raindrops’ dent gently kisses the waves on the water of the sea. The crisp sound of the light drizzle hitting the ground was bliss to your ears. The environment and the presence of your lover felt calm and just like home.

Until it wasn’t anymore. The thunder started to pick up and the rain came down hard. You and Jungkook collected all your belongings and ran to your car in the parking lot, which was already empty as everyone had already left. By the time you made it into the car, you both were soaking wet.

The car was faint, the mix of yours and Jungkook's heavy breaths from running could be heard scattered with the sound of rain smacking on the surface of your car window, which made nothing outside visible.

Your appearance was a sight to behold, the small wet strands of hair sticking to your forehead, and the red lace bra that was slightly visible through your white shirt beforehand, was now prominently seen along with some skin. Despite the deceived look, you looked rather hot and sexy. A candy for the eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes were on you, devouring the candy they had been given.

“It’s raining quite badly outside and not much is visible. We should stay put for the time being." Jungkook informed you.

You hummed in response, eyes still closed and resting against the headrest. As you caught your breath, you could feel someone staring intensely at you. That someone being none other than jungkook.

Slightly opening your eyes you looked towards him, arching your eyebrow in a questioning way.

Jungkook’s corner lip turned crescent. “Since we are going to be here for a while, don’t you think we should have some fun?” There was a mischievous look in eyes, and you understood exactly what he meant by fun.

“Fun. Seriously, huh?” You questioned “Ya, what do you say?” He questions back, while leaning towards your seat. His eyes traveled to your lips, as he licked his own lips, and looked back into yours.

“No. I’m tired, I’m going to rest for a bit. I don’t want to have fun.” You asserted, closing your eyes and resting your head. Your statement made the playful smile that rested on Jungkook's face vanish.

You could sense Jungkook residing back into his seat, before a sound of an angry exhalation of breath made its way to your ears. Jungkook had his arms crossed over his chest, his lip forming a small pout.

“Jungkook” you called out, looking towards him, only to be completely ignored as he continued to gaze out the window; there was nothing visible outside as the heavy rain made the visibility very low.

“Jungkook” you called out once more, only to be met with his silence once again.

Your arm reached towards him, hand grabbing his neck, fingers wrapping around his throat and pulling him close. So close, that your lips only centimeters away, ready to enclose the others with one's own. The damp strands of hair that stuck to his forehead brushed against yours. Both yours and his eyes locked on to each other, looking intently into the depths.

“Baby” you said, caressing your thumb over his jaw in a soothing manner, yet still, Jungkook remained silent. He continued looking into your eyes, his chest moving up and down with heavy breaths; a result of your actions, as they sent an exhilarating rush through his body.

“Baby” you once again called, tilting your head a little, as your eyes made their ways to his lips. “I was just teasing you, I’m always down to have fun with you” saying that you connected your lips with his. However, as he was about to respond back to the kiss, you pulled away.

“Y/n,” there was a warning in his voice, and an intensity in his eyes. You hummed, in a motion to tell him to continue. ”Stop teasing me” he said, momentarily waiting. “Please.”

There was a desperation in his voice, a want, no, more like a need. A need for you, a need to have you, a need to be tangled with you.

You smiled softly at him, before locking your lips with his, in a real kiss this time. He kissed you back as if it was a necessity to him, as if to dispel a long, fervent thirst. It was almost as if he had been a wanderer in a never ending desert, finally having come across the water he so desperately required.

His arm folded around your back, pulling you even closer. His other hand traveled towards his own neck, holding on tightly to your hand that was wrapped around it, all in an effort to keep you from pulling back again.

The kiss was passionate, so intense that it sent a burning sensation through your body. Your tongues danced and tangled together, fighting the other for dominance.

You released the grip on Jungkook's neck, but his hold on your hand tightened. He knew you were going to pull back, and he didn’t want to let you do that.

You pried your hand out of his hold before pushing his shoulder with a light force. This made him finally let go of the kiss.

You moved back, hand over your chest, as you regained a composed breath. Jungkook was staring at you intensely, breathing deeply himself.

“You really love taking my breath away, don’t you?” You questioned. He remained silent, looking at you with the same intensity.

This time it was him, who grabbed onto your neck, pulling you in for another kiss. This time it was slow, as jungkook softly sucked on your lips. He pulled back momentarily, meeting your eyes. “I love making you breathless,” he stated. “Do you know how hot you look in this disheveled look? And knowing that I have as much of an effect on you, as you have on me, just makes me want to worship you, to see even more of this beauty of yours.”

He pulled you in for another kiss, this time it was more intense, more fierce, devouring you in that moment. Your hand went to his muscular bicep, holding onto it tightly, as if to prevent you from completely losing control, though it wasn't helping much. Jungkook rubbed small circles on your neck with his thumb, while the other hand, that was encircled around you, massaged the side of your waist. You loved these tiny physical touches that intoxicated you in his love.

Jungkook pulled back, connecting his forehead with yours. “Y/n. Shall we have some fun then?” he questioned. Your eyes were still closed, as you took deep breaths. You opened your eyes, and looked into jungkooks, his eyes were already locked on to you, waiting intently.

“Jungkook,” you said, taking a moment, while caressing his lower lip. “Lets fuck.”

In the next moment, Jungkook was sitting in the passenger seat, with you on top of him, straddling his waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his one arm encircled around your waist, keeping you close, as physically possible. While another hand held your head, pulling you in, locking your lips with his. You could feel how excited he was sitting on his lap.

“Aren’t you horny? Hmm.” You questioned, as Jungkook pulled away to trail kisses along your jaw, down to your neck. “Getting so hard already,” you teased.

Jungkook moved his head to rest his chin on top of your chest, looking up into your eyes. “Ya, and it's all your fault” he stated. “And you like seeing this, don’t you? The effect that you have on me, hmm?'' Jungkook asked, with a little pout on his lips, while his eyes held a teasing glint, earning a chuckle from you.

A little “ow” left your lips, as Jungkook bit your neck, before softly sucking the area where he had left bite marks. “Hey” you exclaimed playfully. “What? I can’t leave you with bite marks, like the ones you leave on me all the time?” Jungkook poked.

Your eyes narrowed, as you glared at him with an angry expression. “No, you can not. It's my thing” you declared. Jungkook lightly laughed at your cuteness, earning an even more intense glare from you. He gave you a sly smile, before leaning in to give you a light kiss on the lips, while his hands sneakingly moved your shirt up, leaving it to rest above your chest area.

He pulled, looking down towards your chest, the red lace bar that was driving him wild earlier, teasing him gently with the little hints through your shirt, was now fully seen in front of his eyes. He leaned in, licking the slit between your cleavage, trailing kisses to your boob, sucking on the soft area above your bra lining.

His fingers hooked onto the upper lining of the bra, pulling it down and resting it under your boobs, exposing them to the cool air, sending a shiver down your back. His thumbs went to the now hard nipples, rubbing circles on them, hearing a hum of contentment from you.

His soft lips connected with your nipple, sucking on it tenderly, while his one hand continued to play with your other nipple; he would rub it, squeeze it, pull it, and pinch it. As he carried on this show of affection, the soft movements turned more heated, more passionate, and more intense. He sucked harder.

“You like that, baby? Having your tits sucked by me?” he teased. Though he didn’t get a verbal answer from you, but by the sounds of satisfaction that flowed out your lips, he could tell you were finding enjoyment in this, like you always did.

Jungkook leaned back in the seat, taking in your whole appearance; oh, how gorgeous you looked. Your messy damp hair flowed over your shoulders, a few short strands lingering on your forehead, your wettish shirt resting above your chest area, your boobs laying upon your bra. He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed you. Now. The way you were looking at him, your eyes carrying a temptatious look, as if commanding him to initiate what he was thinking, told him that you needed him too.

Your hands probed his chest area, before making their way you to the hems of his t-shirt, slightly pulling it up to make you intentions aware. Jungkook understood, and eagerly complied with your command.

Once his t-shirt was discarded, leaving him only in his shorts, Jungkook quickly went to take off all your clothes, throwing them aside to the driver's seat.

His hand reached down, and began rubbing circles with his gentle, yet icy fingers on your now exposed pussy. The touch sent a cold, yet electric sensation through your body, causing you to grab onto his shoulders.

“Someone was calling me horny earlier, but now they’re wet from just getting their nipples played with,” Jungkook remarked. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Nipples are a sensitive part, but you got hard just from looking at me and kissing me” you countered, leaning in to whisper into his ear.

“You’re never going to let me win, are you?” Jungkook questioned, with a lazy smile. “Never!” You declared, shaking your head.

A sudden moan left your lips, your hold tightening on his shoulders, as Jungkook sneakingly inserted a finger inside of you. “Even if it means for me to be a loser, I will always make you the winner” he expressed, moving his icy finger in and out, while rubbing his thumb over your clit.

It felt good, really good, the sounds of pleasure leaving your mouth serving as an indication. The attention on your pussy continued, while more digits were added, making you even more wet, leading you closer to a delightful frenzy. However, his movements came to a sudden halt, earning him a groan of disapproval. “Though, I never said that the win will be easy”

A teasing smirk rested on his lips, keenly gazing at your annoyed expression, anticipating your next move. Oh, you were very much annoyed, and you were not going to let him go so easily for edging you like this.

Your hand grabbed onto his neck, as your lips attacked his jaw, trailing down to his neck, leaving kisses along the way, all the while sucking the skin harshly. Your teeth latched onto his shoulder, biting it with a slight intensity, only enough to cause a tiny sting of pain. Low moans left his mouth, not just from the pleasure, but also from the satisfaction from seeing you behave like this. He loved this side of you. And that bite you gave him, only resulted in a wider smile to play on his face.

You continued to leave marks on him, as your hands roamed all over his chest before making their way to the waistband of his shorts. Without wasting any time, you swiftly freed his hard cock from its containment. Your fingers caressed its length, while your thumb rubbed over the tip.

Strings of moans left his mouth, as he was lost in delight. “Look at you, leaking already” you examined, retreating your hand completely, leaving him to groan in response.

You brought your lower body close to his cock, spreading the lips of your pussy, you rubbed your clit against it. It felt good, not just the motion, but also the satisfaction of seeing the desperation appearing on his face.

With half open eyes, he gazed at you, “babbyy,” the whine left his mouth. “Please” he pleaded. “Please ride me”

With a smirk of victory, you picked up his wallet that was placed in the cup holder. Retrieving a condom from it, you placed it on him, rubbing your wetness on it as a lubricant.

You lifted up your hips, spreading your lips down there apart, lining his cock with your entrance, and slowing moving yourself down. All the while making sure his eyes remained on you at constant.

A moan of contentment left his lips, finally being able to feel himself inside of you, sending him into a bliss. You began to move your hips back and forth, a bit slowly for his liking though, you still weren’t done teasing him.

“Happy now, that you get to feel yourself inside me?” You teased, earning a tiny groan from him as he rested his head against the seat, eyes closed, and lost in the feeling.

After a bit longer of teasing him while riding him sensationally, you picked up your movements, now moving up and down his cock. Your breasts followed suit, swaying in a similar motion. Your movement slowly picked up pace, increasing the sounds that left yours and jungkook’s lips, in amount and intensity. His fingers pinched your clit, adding to your pleasure and soon enough you clenched around his cock, releasing over him.

Just as you finished your climax, jungkook’s hands went to your hips, lifting you up slightly, as he began thrusting into you. A sudden ‘ah’ left your lips, followed by a string of moans. Your arms wrapped around his neck, clutching on tightly, as his movement became more vigorous, leading him to a release soon after.

Jungkook slowly moved your hips down to rest on him, as you slumped over him, still hugging him close with your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your back, while his face rested in the crook of your neck. He soothingly rubbed your back with his hands, along with placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder, causing a small smile to appear on your lips.

You pulled back to meet his eyes. There was the most loving look in his shining, doe eyes, as he admired his beautiful partner. “So, did you enjoy having fun?” You inquired.

He rested his forehead against yours, his one hand caressing your check gently. “Yes. I always enjoy having fun with you” he stated. “In fact..” he trailed off. “We go for round two?” He asked, with the mischievous look displayed on his face once again.

“Alright. However, I’m a bit tired, so you have to do all the work” you asserted. “Whatever you wish, my princess” he complied, making you roll your eyes playfully at the nickname, before he placed a small peck on your lips, a smile never leaving his own.

And like that, here you were, laying on the back seat of the car, while Jungkook was on top of you, trusting in you once again. “My beautiful y/n,” he admired, his fingers trailing along your face, pushing aside a few strands, before continuing to graze his fingers down your body, from chest to stomach, to finally resting on your thighs that were wrapped around his waist.

Moans of ecstasy left your lips, as he continued pounding you passionately. His hand made its way to your throat, wrapping around it softly, before connecting his lips with yours. “Do you feel good, baby? Are you enjoying me thrusting into you like this?” He questioned playfully, only to get a hum of satisfaction in response.

“Are you going to cum princess?” He teasingly inquired, hearing your moans grow in sound, along with his speed and intensity. “Let it all out, cum for me baby” he assured, and soon enough you did, followed by him moments later.

As you both had regained your composure, Jungkook cleaned you up and himself with the tissues available in the vehicle. He grabbed a blanket, adjusting the position so that his back rested against the seat, and you were laying on top, followed by him bundling up both of you with the blanket.

Taking time to relax, you nestled up in each other’s warmth, comfort, and love, while waiting for the rainstorm to pass by.

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chanelles-world · 18 days

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heated 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂

synopsis: you decided to surprise your bf for his birthday by showing up at midnight to be the first to wish him happy birthday but it ended up HEATED. iykwim;)

author’s note: this made me want more. i need this type of shit in my life.

warnings: c sturniolo x reader, no y/n! birthday sex, moaning, f!receiving, m!receiving, pussy fucking, dom! attitude, groping, soft touches, heated kissing, cute fluff…

At 11:45 PM on a Friday night, I arrived at my boyfriend of two years' house to surprise him for his birthday, which would begin at midnight. I wanted to be the first to wish him a happy birthday.

Pulling up quietly to his street, I turned off my car and carefully made my way to the backyard gate. I opened it gently, taking care not to disturb the silence as the house was dark and everyone seemed to be asleep.

I walked further into the backyard as I approached the big oak tree that led to his room. He always left his window open for me. Climbing the tree was easy because I had done it many times before. However, as I was making my way up, a branch suddenly cracked under my weight. I almost tripped and scraped my arm against the rough bark.

Wincing slightly, I regained my balance and continued climbing up. When I reached his window, I looked inside and saw him sleeping peacefully. I carefully pushed it open and climbed through, trying not to make a sound.

Despite my efforts, there was a small thud as my feet hit the floor. I froze when I heard rustling in the sheets, cringing and hoping I hadn't woken him. After a few seconds, the moving stopped. I took a deep breath, relieved that he was still asleep.

I quietly tiptoed to the edge of the bed and stared in awe at Chris sleeping peacefully. I took my phone out of my legging pocket and checked the time. It was 11:59. I turned off my phone and placed it on his nightstand.

Gently, I climbed onto his bed and slowly straddled him as he lay on his stomach, his face turned away from the window. With my legs on either side of him, I leaned my head close to his and gently kissed his cheek, moving my way across his face with soft kisses.

He began to stir, groaning softly as his eyes flickered open in confusion. I climbed off him and lay beside him as he turned to face me.

"Happy birthday, baby," I whispered, staring at him.

Chris gave me a small smile as I moved closer to him. Now more awake, Chris wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer. I gave him a kiss and smiled.

"What a surprise," he said softly, as he leaned in and kissed me. I kiss him back for a moment or so before pulling away, but Chris stopped me, keeping me still as the kiss lingered a little more.

His hands traveled up my back as one of them made its way to my face, caressing my cheek as he kissed me one more time before pulling away.

Still in his arms, my eyes flicker across his face, taking in his features. His brown wavy hair framed his face perfectly, and his blue eyes sparkled with a light that always captivated me.

A few freckles dotted his nose, adding a boyish charm to his look. His lips, wet and pink from our kiss, seemed even more inviting.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, gliding his thumb across my lips as he looked at me, then down at my mouth. I hitched my breath and felt a blush rising in my cheeks.

“God, can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice husky and filled with longing. Even though we both knew the answer, I nodded slightly. I wanted him to kiss me, more than anything.

Chris leaned in again, capturing my lips with his in a deep, slow kiss. The world around us seemed to fade away as our mouths moved together perfectly. I felt the warmth of his breath mingling with mine, his lips soft and insistent. My hands found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the wavy strands as I pulled him closer, if that was even possible.

but soon, Chris gently lifted me up until I was lying down with him hovering above me. Our kisses grew more passionate, and I could feel the intensity building between us. His hands slowly roamed my body, sending shivers of pleasure through me. his fingers laying with the material of my t-shirt. as it then escalated to his hand traveling up my shirt stopping at my waist.

In a swift, fluid motion, I shifted, getting from underneath him to straddling him as he lay beneath me. The new position allowed me to take control, deepening the kiss as our tongues danced together. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I moved against him, eliciting soft moans that escaped both our lips. i continued to move against him, moving faster as i heard a groan coming from his mouth.

I broke the kiss for a moment, gasping for air, but Chris pulled me back down, his lips finding mine again with a desperate hunger. Our bodies pressed together, heat radiating between us as the kiss became more intense. “mm” i moaned through my lips. The room was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and soft moans.

after a few moments Chris pulled away, both of us breathing heavily. lust filled both our eyes both to the rim as Chris held onto me tightly. “fuck, i need you” he whispers staring deeply into my eyes. I couldn’t deny that look.

i kiss chris once before grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head revealing the black lace bra i was wearing. chris growled and swiftly flipped us over, me being on the bottom.

before i could settle down chris firmly pressed his lips against mine before kissing his way down my neck. once he found my sweet spot he nibbled gently, before adding pressure.

“ohh” i say, a moan escaping from my lips. once Chris made his mark, his kisses trailed downward to the center of my chest as one of his hands traveled to my shoulder, pulling at my bra strap, slowly sliding it down my arm. He did the same to the other one as now both straps were free.

without hesitation chris pulled down my bra the rest of the way setting my breasts free. cold air hitting my skin made my nipples react. he laced one arm to my back to unhook the clip before throwing my bra across the room.

chris then glides his fingers across my chest as he goes to grab my left tit. leaning his head down, chris allows his warm tongue to flick the bud, making me shiver.

he does it again as he stations his eyes on me. my chest rising upwards as Chris starts sucking my bud while massaging my tit with his hand that was still placed on it. “mm chris..” i elicit a moan as my eyes flutter closed. he wasn’t even doing much and it still made my body react. as soon as chris was done playing with the left he moved to the right, doing the exact same thing and giving it the same amount of attention.

“oh gosh” i whispered feeling goosebumps scatter across my body. the way he sucked and played with my breats felt so good..

chris unlatched his mouth, grinning up at me. “oh you like that huh? you like when i play with your tits?” chris says taunting.

i rolled my eyes. “oh shut up” i whisper. chris slowly makes his way back up as we were now face to face. we gazed into each other’s eyes for who knows how long before i pulled his face close to mine. i kiss him hard, wanting more.

our kisses were beginning to be sloppy as we pulled away racing to take our clothes off. once all the garments were scattered everywhere, chris layed me comfortably on his bed as he hovered over me once more.

“what do you want?” chris whispered. “you..” i said not thinking straight.

“i know, silly. what do you want?” chris repeated, giving me a small smile. my hands were wrapped around his neck as my fingers were lazily playing with his hair.

i felt my cheeks burn of embarrassment. “oh um.. slow but hard, i- you know… i want to feel all of you.” I whisper as the embarrassment slowly subsided.

“oh shit..” chris moans at the thought of his dick being inside your pussy. “the way you said that is making my cock twitch.”

“good..” i reply feeling bold. my hands leave chris’ neck and travel downwards towards his manhood. i grab a hold of his hard cock and started rubbing him. he was big, like 9 inches, big. a few inches wide. I still don't know how he fits into me everytime.

in a matter of seconds all I could hear was the groans that filled up his room. i squeezed his cock harder, as i continued to rub him. “oh fuck!” a moan comes out of chris’ mouth. “shiiit” he breathes as he clamps his eyes shut.

trying his best to hold himself up, chris quickly reaches for my hand, signaling to stop. “if you continue i won’t be able to hold it in..” he sighs, staring at me.

i nod my head, understandingly. chris takes a deep breathe before gliding a few fingers over my lips. his body still hovering me. “open your mouth for me, ma.” chris demands.

i open my mouth without a word as i feel two of his fingers in my mouth. “suck on them.” chris spits out. i don’t know where this attitude came from but i’m not complaining. it’s taken me by surprise but i’m not surprised that i’m enjoying this.

i start to suck on his fingers as i stare directly into his eyes. his face heated and eyes lustful. to make this even better, i grab a hold of his hand as i start to deep throat his fingers.

chris pulls his hand away. “i never gave you permission to do that shit.”

“well i did it anyway.” i explain boldly. chris rolls his eyes as he roughly pulls my legs apart. still holding our stare, chris uses the two fingers i sucked, to rub my folds.

“ohhh” i moan in pleasure. Chris continues rubbing my folds as he starts playing with my clit. rubbing in circles. slowly getting faster. “chris” i breathe as i could hear my shaky voice. i was getting close with every movement this man made. my body was enjoying everything. i arched my back and grabbed my legs, pulling them farther apart as chris played magic with his fingers. both fingers were now in my pussy walls as his thumb ran circles around my clit.

“fuck fuck fuck” i moan loudly as my body starts shaking. “i’m so damn close” i whisper. my eyes were shut in this moment, as i took in this feeling.

“oh you like that, huh?” chris taunts. he knew that he was good at what he does. “oh yes, chris, fuck” i moaned, not caring about the smirk that was plastered on his face.

all i knew was i wanted to cum. i needed to cum hard. i was a few seconds away from cumming when chris abruptly stopped. my eyes shoot wide open. “what the fuck was that for?” i said, obviously annoyed.

“i’m not done with you, yet” chris smirks. amusement written all over his face.

“what the fuck does that mean?” i groan. “i was so close”

“oh, i know” chris chuckles, grabbing my legs and pulling them close but keeping my legs still in the air.

. “chris please” i groan, wanting more but confused as to what he was thinking.

“you want to remind me what you wanted?” chris speaks looking at me.

“what?” i ask confused. my mind still fogged up from moments before.

“how do you want it?” chris responds by pushing my legs, closer to my stomach. i could feel his cock up against my pussy as he leans forward.

his hard tip rubbing my v lips, making it hard for me to think. “fuck i don’t know, just fuck me al-

before i could finish, chris slams into me.. allowing his cock to fill me up full. hitting me straight in the g spot. “AHH” i scream as my eyes close shut.

chris stopped his movements allowing me to get used to his girth, before thrusting his hips into me once more. once again hitting that spot.

“oh fuck” Chris groans feeling my warm pussy inviting him in. “you’re so tight, ma.”

“it’s more like you’re fucking huge.” i mumble, groaning a few seconds later.

“you right, you right” chris smirks before groaning, as i squeezed my pussy walls against his dick.

“shit! don’t do that” chris sputters out. it was my turn to smirk. chris didn’t take that well as he started out slow but without warning decided to pick up the pace.

he pulled his cock out of my pussy, then slammed back into me, shaking the bed. “FUCK” we both exclaimed at the same time. he continuously thrusts his dick into my pussy at such shockingly high speed, my insides turning.

“you feel so fucking good, baby.” Chris moans in my ear. i gasp for air as his dick slides further into my pussy.

by this time chris separated my legs as they were spread but pulled towards me as he tore my pussy apart. each thrust, made my eyes roll to the back of my head. one of his hands making its way to my neck as he grabs a hold of it, tightening his grip onto my neck as his dick was still inside of me, completely sheathing the insides of my pussy.

at this point I don’t even know if I was still breathing. i tried but nothing came out of my mouth. my mouth was just hung wide open in pain and pleasure.

“oh fuck yeah, oh god your pussy so tight!” chris groans, still placing pressure on my neck. he lets go as he pleases.

“oh, oh shit. fuck!” i finally whimper in ecstasy. this feeling felt so good! “oh you like that don’t you baby?” chris groans.

“oh fuck!” i moan so loudly. i was so close to bursting. my stomach clenching tightly as i held my orgasm, that was approaching. my pussy felt as if it was on the verge of exploding.

biting down on my shoulder hard, chris placed his hands on my breasts and squeezed as hard as he could, causing me to cry out in pleasure. suddenly i couldn’t take it anymore,,

“oh chris.. shit i can’t take it anymore” i moan as my body started shaking.

“yes, yes you can.” chris groans, still pounding into my deep cavern walls. “i’m almost there”

“fuck, chris” i whimper.. as i felt myself start to loose it.

“hold it! fuck!” chris moans, slowing down..before thrusting hard back in, doing this movement over and over again with hitting my g spot. my stomach tight. one more thrust and i felt my high come flooding over me.

“i- shit!” i yell out as i feel my cum shoot all over his cock. once i let go, i felt his cock twitch throughout. chris placed his head in between the crook of my neck as he sloppily thrusted into my pussy, cumming moments later.

his warm seed spilling into me as he moaned. “mm fuck” he whispers, breathing heavily. “what a heated birthday, huh?” i nod in agreement. his dick soft in my v walls as my pussy was milked.

author’s note: fuck i lost it while writing this. i need mr man’s 😔🙏🏾 let me know if we enjoyed this one. reposts are appreciated. lmk if u want to be added to the tag list!

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analikalee · 1 month

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The coser's name is 太阳先生 (Mr Sun) on 小红书(Little Red Book).

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braxlrose · 11 months

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i read your tom kaulitz weird and silly headcanons and i can't stop laughing 😭 wtf it's 4 am.. anyway will you do the same headcanons only with bill, pretty please?🤭 i know one hundred percent that this little bastard isn't so innocent what he looks like.. i'm sure he's as dirty as Tom 😭 btw sorry engilsh is not my first language ☠️ Greetings from Poland!!:)

(his skirt is so cute?!?)

Cześć jeszcze raz! Rzadko spotykam Polaków, więc cieszy mnie możliwość ćwiczenia języka polskiego!

also his skirt is super cute omg

silly and weird bill headcanons

cw: mentioned oral(f and m!recieving), making out, nipple play?, etc

-you are completely right, this mf is far from innocent 💀 tom is seen as the dirty minded one but this little shit would make the most dirty fucking jokes every and then act all innocent LIKE BITCH

-he's also passive aggressive. like very passive aggressive. pookie can't help it 😪

-the first time you, him and tom all got high together he got super paranoid and thought that you guys were all just figments of a dog's imagination

-when you guys are spooning, he reaches underneath your shirt and cups your boobs. it helps him fall asleep quicker apparently

-but sometimes when he's feeling like a little shit, he'll tweak and pull at your nipples and you have to slap him away. so then you make him promise not to do it again. spoiler alert. he does it again 😐

-hes an impatient mf so the amount he's burned his tongue after heating up a pop tart 😒 like bitch..just wait the two fucking minutes

-he loves kissing your temple and your forehead

-during the winter, if his hands are cold he asks if he can put his hand in your pants. 💀 like that's his exact words. "Can I put my hand down your pants?" he says it's because you're warmer down there than he is, but I think it's just cuz he's a dirty minded little fuck

-when cooking marshmallows over the fire, it's a 50/50 thing. Sometimes he's super patient and will wait and make his marshmallows a crispy, perfect golden brown color and other times he gets to lazy and will just shove it in the fire.

-he also thinks it's like the coolest thing in the entire world when his whole marshmallow is on fire

-he didn't know how to snap until he was like 16 and always got mad whenever tom could do it 😭

-he was super happy when he realized that he was the taller twin bc tom was allllwayyss talking about how he was 10 minutes older.

-YOU GUYS GOT MATCHING TATTOOS

-he literally loves getting matching tattoos with you, he thinks it's so cute and fucking loves it. somehow he convinced the both of you to get some dumb ones 💀

-when you two were little kids he used to beg the teacher to make you, him and tom partners. lil bro would get down on his knees

-speaking of getting down on his knees, the first time he went down on you he "accidentally" 🤨 bit your clit. I still say he did it on purpose though

-you guys know that thing that Gomez does with Morticia when she reaches her arms to the side and he kisses from her finger tips to the other finger tips? yall know what I'm talking about? WELL BILL DOES THAT

-he likes to sleep naked sometimes. because it's "better for sleeping" but I think it's just because he wants to sleep next to naked you.

-almost drowned tom at the pool 💀...multiple times

-him and tom make you sit by the pool and then make you tell them who's cannon ball was better. and this isn't just a like 16 yr old boy thing. they do this at 33 too.

-bill once stood up upside-down on a keg and drank it 😧. not the whole thing but it was super crazy. you later found out it was because tom didn't think he would do it

-he once jerked off in class and found a way so nobody would notice him EXCEPT YOU 😨 MF YOU WERE TRAUMATIZED

-he also doesn't know how to lock a door. so you'll just walk in and he'll be jerking off, or you'll turn a corner in his house and he'll be jerking off, you go to use the bathroom and he'll be jerking off. "I'm a teenage boy it's what we do!" BRUH GET A HOBBY

-if you don't know german, he'll randomly say dirty stuff to you in german. BUT THEN PROCEED TO GET MAD AT TOM IF HE TEACHES YOU BAD WORDS IN GERMAN 🙄

-he loves sitting in your lap when making out. like obviously he loves it when you sit in his lap, but he LOVES when he gets to sit on top of you and kiss you

-the first time he tried to give you hickies, he wasn't completely sure how to and ended up biting you 💀

-he's not a morning person, we all know this. so if you want to get him out of bed, you will have to drag him out by his feet.

-his dick is big. we all know this, but the first time you tried to give him oral, he accidentally slapped your face w/ his dick 😭

ANYWAYYSSS TY SM FOR THE REQUEST POOKIE I HOPE MY POLNISCH WASNT TOO BAD

taglist: @hearts4kaulitz @burntb4bydoll @spelaelamela @bored0writer @fishinaband @billsleftnutt @dead-tapes @tokiiohot @bluepoptartwithsprinkles

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love4thetinas · 5 months

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INKED ( Pt. 1 ) - a jake webber story

summary: jake is in need of a new tattoo artist, and he thanked his lucky stars to be blessed with such a beautiful one.

WARNINGS: slight spiciness, mentions of needles, idk just a bunch of flirting

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Jake was an addict.

Well, a tattoo addict. He would get at least one new tattoo pretty much every week. He loved looking at himself in the mirror after a shower, admiring the myriad of small colourful drawings along his arms. His roommate, Johnnie, even walked in on him doing this the other day and saw him flexing in the mirror - a story they both agreed would stay strictly between them.

But unfortunately, his usual artist closed up shop in the last month, and he was craving another fix of ink on his skin. So he searched around for a new one to fulfil these needs of his.

He opened up Google on his phone - ‘tattoo artists near me’ - and checked the first few results and their reviews.

The first two looked pretty decent, however, there were some mixed reviews about either the cleanliness and/or hospitality. Jake figured that if he was going to get stabbed a few thousand times, it might as well be in a nice enough place.

So he checked the third one.

It was close (only about a 10-minute drive), the photos on their website and Instagram looked awesome, and it had almost perfect reviews:

‘Brilliant work! Will definitely come back’

‘Incredibly talented artist, well done’

‘Friendly, hospitable environment 5/5’

“Hm,” he hummed to himself, going to check their prices which turned out to be reasonable as well.

DM FOR SAME DAY BOOKINGS

‘Perfect!’ He thought as he followed the link on their website to the shop’s Instagram, crafting a message to send.

Hi there, I want to get a couple of tattoos done and was wondering if you had any slots free today ?

He sat with the chat open for about a minute, crossing his fingers as he waited.

But soon he saw three dots appear by his keyboard.

Manager here, of course! We’d love to take your booking,

But just a couple of things before i put you down, can you give a rough idea of what tattoos you’d like and where you would like them?

“Yes!” Jake cheered for himself in a whisper, punching the air in front of him triumphantly before he replied.

I was thinking just some red and black stars on my lower lower stomach? Maybe like 3 on each side if that’s alright?

Jake responded hesitantly, hoping there would be enough time for him available since he didn’t want to have to come back on another day. But his fears were settled promptly,

Perfect. That’s all fine to go ahead, I actually have a slot for you myself at 3:15 this afternoon if that works for you? You’ll have to put down a small deposit and then you pay the rest in full once it’s all done :)

They sent over the transfer details.

He checked the time at the top of his screen, 11:42, he had plenty of time to get ready and he didn’t have plans for the rest of the day. Looks like he would be coming home with yet another colourful trophy on his skin to show off to all his friends and fans.

Awesome, that sounds great thanks a lot man! I’ll pay you now

He replied happily as he walked up to his room, watching as they typed on the other end.

No problem, see you later :)

He huffed a breath out of his nose at the little emoticon smiley face; who would’ve thought a tattoo artist would text so cutesy?

Later that day Jake got in his car, ready to drive over to the studio, quickly fixing his hair in the rearview mirror and chucking on one of his Spotify playlists before he set off. The address was on their website and he put it in his phone for directions.

After roughly 3 songs had finished he spotted the shop, going to park up on the curb across the street. But as he went to open his door he noticed that it was still only 3’o’clock and he had maybe been a little bit eager with the time he left the house, so he went and got himself a coffee at the Starbucks across the street and had a cig outside while he waited.

But as soon as the time on his phone ticked over to 3:15, he was up there.

He looked around the room where there were three other people he could see getting tattooed. The walls were covered in posters and graffiti, loud music playing over the noise of the tattoo guns and artist/client chatter - it was like some sort of vintage, punk hangout, except it was most likely a lot more sterile and visibly a lot cleaner.

Jake walked up to the counter where he figured he was supposed to wait for the guy he spoke to on Instagram to come meet him.

His foot tapped nervously on the ground as he waited. Tattoos didn’t usually scare him, but it was more the fact that he wasn’t used to this new environment and artist. But he was sure it would be fine, they sounded nice enough over text.

A door opened up towards the back of the space from what he assumed was one of the private rooms and a guy and a girl came out, both covered in tattoos, chatting as they made their way to the front of the store.

But to Jake’s surprise, it was the girl who came up to the desk to greet him.

“Hiya,” she said with a closed-lipped, pierced smile, “How can I help you?”

“Uh…” Jake stuttered, he was always prone to that, but especially now, talking to her. “I’m Jake? I messaged your guys’ manager earlier for an appointment at 3:15?” he confirmed as she looked up at him from over the desk.

“Oh perfect!” she exclaimed, “I’m Y/n, the manager.” she clarified.

“Now, we don’t have any more space out here so we’ll have to be in one of the private rooms towards the back, is that alright?” she asked, gesturing to where she had just come from as she started to walk back out from behind the counter, but Jake didn’t hear a word she said.

He felt bad for even thinking it, but he expected some sweaty, bearded biker-dude to be the manager of this place. He was taken back as soon as she had told him otherwise; not in a sexist way or anything, but the image he conjured up in his head beforehand could not have been more different to the woman before him.

She was quite frankly gorgeous. Dare he say it the most gorgeous girl he’d ever met. And she was so… cool, you know?

With black hair, a few piercings, and some tattoos visible on her forearms and collarbone, and as she turned around to lead him away he noticed the small one behind her ear. Not to mention her fashion sense. But it was the way she carried herself that really drew Jake in.

Not once did she break his eye contact, not once did she walk without a strut in her step. Not once did she falter in any way.

“Uh- Sorry, what did you say?” he laughed nervously, having been too distracted, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck as she turned back to face him.

She laughed as well, only for a second, but that was enough for Jake to decide that it was the prettiest laugh he had heard in his life. But he forced himself to snap out of it this time for he could not ask her to repeat herself for the second time.

“I said we’re gonna have to go in one of the private rooms at the back ‘cause there’s no space out here,” she motioned to all the occupied seats. “Are you okay with that?”

“Oh!” he managed to hear her this time and nodded. “Oh, yeah, of course,” he smiled widely.

And gosh, was Y/n just trying to stay professional.

She hoped that her client didn’t pick up on the way her eyes scanned his body when she walked up to him, or how her stomach flipped as he ran up beside her and she saw how tall he was, or hell, how good he smelt.

“So,” she started to make conversation as she led him towards the door to the private tattoo room, “how’s your day been so far?”

Jake's ears perked up at the sound of her voice once again, snapping himself out of a daydream to answer the question, “Alright. Yeah, it’s pretty good.”

His smile. Fuck, his smile.

“And you?” he returned as they got up to the door which was slightly ajar so he skipped in front of her and held it open, like a proper gentleman, waving a hand for her to go inside as if to say ‘after you.’

Y/n giggled to herself under her breath as she followed him through the door, taking over to close it behind them, turning back to face him as he stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. “Same old same old,” she answered his question with a shrug, “but it’s not too bad.” she smiled.

“Take a seat in my office,” she laughed and gestured towards the tattoo bed as she sat down in her own chair beside it.

“Cozy office,” he matched her energy after looking around the room and taking note of the decor, picking up the pillow that lay at the head of the bed and fluffing it a bit, then holding it on his lap.

“Thank you,” Y/n said quickly as she took the iPad from off the table next to her, along with the stylus, and opened up a drawing pad. “So, you said you wanted some stars, yeah?” she looked up at him.

He nodded as he peeked over to see her screen.

“Sick. Alright, can you show me where?” she asked while once again making the same eye contact, tilting her head to the side and resting the end of the stylus on her teeth, making Jake’s brain go blank.

“Oh- yeah sure,” he tilted his head down, flicking some hair from his fringe out of his face as he lifted up his black tank top. “Just like, three stars on each side,” he traced along his pronounced V-line, even bunching up the waistband of his jeans to reveal more skin. “I was thinking they could be bigger at the bottom and get smaller at the top? And like alternate between black and red with a black outline.” he described in detail what and where he wanted them, but all Y/n could see were his slender fingers running over the prominent trails leading to his pelvis.

All she could hear was his deep, deep voice, with that Southern twang that could lull even the most chronic insomniac into a peaceful sleep.

Of course she was still listening, in fact, it only made her pay even closer attention to what he was saying. She watched very intently as he described the size and placement of it all.

Once he was done explaining he looked back up again, “Yeah, that’s about it,” he shrugged.

However, she was still looking at where his hands had just been - it was only when he dropped his shirt back down that her head flicked back up for her to meet his gaze again, one corner of his mouth being upturned to the slightest degree, but it was enough to catch her attention.

She got to sketching on the iPad, and because it was a relatively simple design it didn’t take long. Soon the template was printed out and she brought it back to Jake who was still sitting patiently on the bed, swinging his legs off the edge but stopped as soon as she came in, leaving her no choice but to stifle her giggles.

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to bunch up your shirt a bit and loosen your belt as much as you can so I have some room to work with, alright?” she asked him as she walked back to the table beside him, putting on some black latex gloves from the drawer.

“Alrighty,” he sang as he did exactly that, standing up briefly and turning around as he adjusted the tightness of his belt and the height of his underwear. “No peaking,” he teased with his back towards her.

She scoffed at his words, but she could not help thinking, ‘You think he saw me staring?’ Because where usually she didn’t care about such a thing, she felt the need to keep everything strictly business.

After he was done he sat back down in his previous spot.

“Could you lay back for me?” she asked politely as he gave her a little salute as he followed her command.

“Yes, ma’am,” he joked as he followed her orders once again. She scoffed to hide her smirk at the nickname - she knew he knew what he was doing.

She moved her chair over and placed the stencil over where he wanted it, then asked him to sit up and check if the placement was all right and he assured her that it was perfect.

So without another word, she started to print the stencil onto his lower stomach.

“Tss-” Jake hissed slightly as she rubbed the drawing onto his skin which made her head flick up to him.

“Cold?” she chuckled, assuming his noise was due to the gel used to transfer the image.

However, Jake cursed himself internally for his reaction. “Nah, it’s all good,” he replied honestly. He thanked God he managed to play it off because he truly didn’t know what caused it - perhaps it was her hands touching him so delicately…

“Okay, you ready?” she asked as she picked up the gun, dipping it in the ink and moving it closer to where she would start.

“As I’ll ever be,” he said cockily as he put his hands behind his head.

So she counted down from three and got to work. But something she noticed was that when the needle pierced his skin his breath hitched.

And he was typically good with pain, but this was something different.

“Does it hurt?” she chuckled, not stopping as she angled her head to the side to look up at him, making him deny it quickly.

As she continued tattooing she tried her best to tune out the slight huffs and groans coming from the man below her hands, and instead focussed on asking him questions.

“So, what do you do for a living?” she asked casually as she stared only at her work.

This gave him the opportunity to look at her instead, watching her skilled hands draw such perfect lines. “Oh,” he wondered how in-depth he should go with his answer, “I do YouTube, I make some music too.”

“Yo, what? Awesome!” she said excitedly, “You’ve gotta be pretty good to live out here in the Hills.”

He laughed slightly, “I’m alright,” he stayed humble as to not come off cocky. “What about you-” he started but kicked himself immediately after he said it.

She laughed this time, looking up to meet his eyes, “What do you think?” she held up the gun.

“But you’d think this would be easier by now,” she mentioned, “you chose the most awkward angle in the world for me to work with.” She was half-joking, but she also tried to readjust her arm positioning on his torso to make it easier.

“Sorry,” he chuckled as he watched her struggle, he was going to suggest something to make it easier, but he decided against it.

As she kept going he had to keep telling him to stop fidgeting because he would squirm and move practically every two seconds, but he swore it wasn’t hurting that bad.

As he kept apologising and they kept making small talk she butted in with another question, “You’re not from around here, are you?” She didn’t want to sound rude, but she could not focus on anything else but that hint of country in this alt boy’s accent.

“Nicely noticed,” he praised with a hum, “I’m from Kansas in the midwest, out in the sticks and the mud!” he put on a heavy country-boy voice as he said it, making her cough out a laugh.

“What about you?” he flipped the question back on her.

“Born and raised,” she smiled sarcastically. She’d always wished to go somewhere else but never had the chance. “I’ve lived in this same area my whole life. Still live in a house just down the road,” she shrugged and nodded in the direction she meant, returning to focus on her work.

“Oh yeah? D’ya live with your boyfriend…?” he asked slyly, slightly hesitant but he figured it could just be an innocent question. And while she wasn’t looking at his face she could practically sense the smirk on his beautifully plump lips.

She bit the inside of her cheek as she tilted her head and replied, “I don’t have a boyfriend, I live alone.” she clarified.

“Hm,” he replied simply as he laid his head back again.

“What about you then?” she started the conversation back up, “Live alone?”

“Nope,” as soon as he spoke her heart dropped, shit. Was she misreading all of this?

“I’ve got two roommates, but no girlfriend,” he said confidently, making Y/n’s heart rate go back to normal.

God, he was good.

“Hm,” she mimicked his response in him same tone and carried on.

But after a couple minutes of surprisingly comfortable silence, while they both listened to the music playing through the speakers, she piped up again. “Ugh,” she exclaimed, making Jake open his eyes and look back down at her as she moved her chair back and forth, “you really did choose the most awkward place for me to tattoo! You know that?” she complained light-heartedly with a laugh at her inability to find the right position. “It’s hard for me to reach across like this,” she demonstrated the tricky angle for him to see.

“You keep saying that,” he laughed deeply and then went quiet once more, but when she looked up at him she saw that the cogs in his brain were spinning rapidly.

“You know,” he started, making Y/n turn her attention back to him as he spoke, “you could always just sit here,” he nodded his head down to his legs and her eyes followed.

He said it. He finally said what he had been thinking for the past 30 or so minutes.

“Uh… what?” Y/n said nervously.

There was no going back now.

“You heard me,” he smiled, trying his best to stop his lips from curling up into more of a smirk so as to not intimidate her, but he definitely knew he wasn’t alone in feeling like he was. “Listen, it doesn’t have to be weird, it just might be easier for you, yeah?”

She thought about it, she really really did, but she knew she couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, it would be unprofessional of me,” she said, still trying to convince herself not to just straddle his lap right there and then, having to look away from him because she knew that if he looked at her one more time with those puppy-eyes it would be a whole different story.

“I assure you it doesn’t have to be,” he persuaded. That voice of his smooth like silk - the most enchanting, compelling silk ever spun.

She bit her lip and took a deep breath in, then she looked at the camera in the corner of the room. No one else saw the footage but her, it’s not like she would lose her job.

Fuck it.

“Fuck it,” she said as she climbed on, carefully placing a knee on either side of his long legs and leaning forward to test how the new angle worked for her.

“Better?” he responded in a ‘told-you-so’ type of way - he was getting cockier by the second now he had gotten what he wanted.

She got back to work and looked up at him this time through her lashes, flicking some hair out of her face, “It is, actually.”

She noticed the way he looked down at her every now and again and recognised what went on behind his dark brown eyes - but she paid no attention. Y/n figured that the best course of action was to act as if this was a perfectly normal day and that she did this with every client.

She didn’t.

Her best efforts were put into ignoring his burning stare, and his gorgeous hair, and his perfect nose, and his sexy smile; his arms, his revealed torso that she was constantly touching; him.

But he, on the other hand, used her beauty as a way to distract from the pain of the relentless needle piercing his skin. Her face, her eyes, the expression she made when she concentrated, her body on him.

And time flew, meaning that in what felt like too soon, it was done.

Y/n wiped away the final bit of ink and admired her work, scootching back so Jake could sit up a bit and see for himself, “What do you think?” she asked nervously, as it was always a bit scary showing clients what you’ve etched into their bodies for life.

He shuffled up to have a good look at it, then at her, then back at his stomach. “It’s…” he drew it out, “Perfect!”

A wave of relief washed over Y/n as she sighed, noticing Jake’s line of sight had been aimed at her again.

“Thank you, Y/n,” he said sincerely.

She just smiled, listening to the way her name fell off his lips like it had been waiting on the edge for a lifetime. But then she looked down and realised that she was still practically sitting on his guy’s lap, so she quickly scrambled off and stood next to the bed again, going to fetch a ‘second skin’ from her drawer.

Jake could not help but feel a little disappointed when she seemed so desperate to get it all over with. The last thing he wanted was to have made her at all uncomfortable.

But she wasn’t. As soon as she came back and put the protective layer over his tattoo she looked up at him again from her chair, “You’re very welcome.”

They both made their way back into the main room, smiling and laughing with each other as they continued talking, but in the cold outside room, the burning hot rope of tension that tied them together became even more astoundingly apparent.

She tried to break the tie by going behind the till, leaving him on the other side.

His total appeared on the screen and he paid. He actually paid a lot more than he should have, not taking his eyes off her even once as he did so.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/n,” he said somewhat solemnly. He knew he was most likely going to see her again, this definitely wouldn’t be his last tattoo, but it felt akin to saying goodbye to a loved one, even though they had only been in each other's presence for less than a few hours.

“Have a good rest of your day, Jake,” she returned, a similar feeling rising within her, but she couldn’t let that through to the surface.

And just like that, he was turning around and walking out of the store, walking away from her as she watched him from the back as he left.

Both of their stomachs turned as they suddenly felt incomplete, like there was something left to do but now they’ll never have the chance to do it. It was crazy how before today they had never realised there was a hole in both of their lives to fill until it had been satisfied for the first time. Yet, their time together had been so brief in the bigger scheme of things.

Jake would not let that slide.

As he was halfway down the stairs something in his brain set off an alarm and she shot back up the stairs and back up to the desk, catching her just before she walked away.

What’s the worst that can happen?

What’s the best?

“Oh,” she turned and saw him again, slightly surprised, “did you leave something?”

“Yes,” he said very quickly. “No,” he threw in shortly after, shaking his head rather frantically, leaving her slightly confused and letting out a chuckle.

“Do you think I could…” he clenched his teeth and decided that he would regret not shooting his shot if he left now, so he told himself to just come out and say it.

“Do you think I could get your number?” he blurted out, a hopeful glint in his eyes that made her body react with a physical response.

But she couldn’t, this was her job, and she could get in a lot of trouble, even as the manager. “I-” she stuttered, not knowing what to say, and then took a breath. “I’m sorry but it would be wrong, I’m at work,” she sighed, and he could clearly see that’s not what she truly wanted either.

At least he had done it now and he wouldn’t have to live his life in wonder. “That’s alright,” he said half-heartedly, but trying his best to play it cool.

But he decided to try just once more.

“Uh,” he started again, making her gaze fix back on him. God, those eyes of hers - he had the feeling they could settle wars with just a glance if they let her. “What if I asked you after your shift?” he proposed, crossing his fingers behind his back, praying to whatever was out there that she would just say yes.

And as he asked again something within her screamed at her, ‘Just say yes!’, a doubt inside her was settled and happiness took its place, but she remained collected. She tried to stop the smile from rising on her lips, but as she spoke it was audible in her voice, “It would still be unprofessional,” she started and watched as his face dropped, so she quickly finished her sentence, “But… I get off at 7.”

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my first ever fic ! hope you guys enjoyed, comment if you wanna see part 2 i’ve already got it all planned out.

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spdrvyn · 1 year

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parched — MIGUEL O'HARA

(( I FINALLY WATCHED ATSV AAAGHHHH IT WAS SO GOOD !!! not gonna say anything because if i ramble it will 100% go into spoiler territory but it was probably the best movie i've ever seen no exaggeration. anyway, here's a small miguel one shot? drabble? spoiler-free :3 ))

READ PART 2 HERE.

You and Miguel led nearly entirely different lives.

He was constantly out and about. Putting his body, his mind through strenuous lengths for the sake of the people. For the sake of everyone. He sacrifices a piece of himself, bit by bit. Everyday. Just for everybody else's peace.

Your job almost felt a little silly next to his. After all, you were quite sure that being Spider-Man didn't offer a week of paid vacation. Which you were extremely grateful to have, by the way.

In all honesty, you felt the smallest piece of pity for him. You were able to catch up on your hobbies, enjoy shows that were put on your list for so long, and get more than 5 hours of sleep.

You knew that Miguel was barely getting a shred of that. How did you know? Even in two in the morning, while you were resting on the couch and catching up on yet another show, you hadn't heard him come in through the window that you normally keep open for him.

Worry seeps it's way into your brain as you try to focus on the pixels in front of you. Of course, you were scared for him. Everyday that he went out, the unexpected could happen and well... You didn't want to think too deep into it.

At least, your mind was distracted when you were working but now you were relaxing, the thoughts that you tried bury deep down under to the crevices of your mind were all coming back again.

It only concerned you more when throughout the week so far, you'd seen him less and less. On occasion, in the middle of the night, the click of a lock would alert you awake but before you could sit up and investigate, strong arms locked around your waist and a head pressed into your shoulder.

You sighed, reaching for the remote and pausing your show.

The worries, the yearning. It all gave you a swirling, growing feeling in your gut that you hadn't really familiarized yourself with. You weren't sure if you liked it, you weren't sure if you hated it. Though the way that it pierced into you like a newly sharpened spear just confused you even further.

Trying to focus on another feeling growing inside of you. Hunger and satisfying it, you hoped it would get all of this off of your mind as you lazily walk into the kitchen.

A reoccurring theme whenever you wanted a snack was once you actually made your way to the pantry, decisions were a foreign concept and your cravings were like trying to read binary code.

Instant ramen? Cookies? Chips? Ice cream?

Felt even worse this time when you hadn't particularly been exercising your brain recently, a mental note to yourself to be just a little bit on edge when you get a break like this.

You opt on giving up entirely, you slam the cabinet door, and turn around to get back to the couch until—

There's a weight against your back and waist, keeping you against the counter.

As you look down, you see the familiar shades of red and blue. Sighing, you look to a little over your shoulder and take a little peek. To see closed eyes signalled by Miguel's mask. The marks trembling shut, you feel his grip on you get tighter.

In a volume as close to a whisper, you break the silence, "Miguel? You okay?" Like you expected, he takes off his mask. Eyes screwed shut, brows furrowing as you can see the stress lines and deep circles under them.

He sighs but not out of being content, thumb tracing small shapes into your stomach. "Been so lonely, mi cielo."

Your heart clenches as that. That was right, you understood what kind of lover that he could be. Needy, clingy, these qualities festering even more each moment he spends away from you. You noticed how much he was holding back right now.

He normally liked to fix himself up before getting all comfortable and relaxed with you. Showering, brushing his curls, general self-care but the moment he came inside his first instinct was to go to you.

Those thoughts from a while ago that were nearly going to absorb you came back. To think the cold that Miguel had to endure out there from how tightly he wanted to absorb your warmth.

"I missed you so much. Me sentí tan solo, don't wanna let go."

You were going to respond but your mind practically short-circuited when he started pressing soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. You let him indulge himself, just a little while.

Of course, his job terrified you sometimes but seeing him like this. Seeing him let his guard down, talking about how much he missed you, calling you his darling.

Perhaps Spider-Men had their own charm but Miguel's just got you wrapped around his finger like nobody else could.

For a brief moment, he nibbles on the flesh at the back of your neck. Pressing one last kiss, "Will get fixed up, then voy a demostrarte cuánto te extrañé después de todo este tiempo."

Shamefully, you didn't pick up learning Spanish yet from how much Miguel speaks it to you. Yet through context clues and bashfully asking him what the things he said meant sometimes.

You knew exactly what was going to come next.

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natriae · 1 year

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minors dni

Thinking about Kiyoomi's voice rn. Feeling the rumble in his chest when he holds you. It's just so deep and sexy without him even trying. And him being the little shit he is likes to mess with you over it constantly. It all started the first time he ever dirty talked to you. Balls deep you were already close to your high when Kiyoomi whispered in your ear, "such a good little slut for my big cock, huh,". Of course you orgasmed right there, and since then Kiyoomi knew just how much his voice effected you. So no matter where you are Kiyoomi makes it his mission to leave you soaking. Always whispering in your ear sentences that could every well have double meanings.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa smut #haikyuu smut #haikyū!!#haikyu smut #haikyuu scenario #mmm he so sexy #kiyoomi fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi sakusa

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kxxkiecxre · 4 months

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・❥・ A life that’s so carefree | Jeon Jungkook ・❥・

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: Jungkook is a good guy, you know that… he’s just stuck on you and won’t leave you alone. Maybe you should be concerned, maybe even run. Deep down however, you know you love this.

WARNINGS: 18+, stalker au, stalker JK, stalking descriptions.Sex, descriptions of sex, cunnilingus, unprotected sex.

CONTINUATION OF: trapped hearts

You took a couple deep breathes before you got back up. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you stripped yourself off of your soaked dress.

Slipping on your leggings and sweatshirt. You were about to press the call button, to ring Yuna. Until a series of knocks echoed through your house. A shiver ran down your body, that dreadful nauseating feeling taking over your body once again.

You entered your living room, watching the door as he continued knocking.

"Baby, cmon, let me in." He called out in his innocent voice.

"It's not at all what it looks like, I promise.

The thunder rolled right after his sentence, lighting up your rather dark living room in a shade of blue.

What do you do now? What the fuck are you supposed to do now?

You know Jungkook, fuck you’ve dated this guy for a year you know he wouldn’t hurt you. But after all this? How can you be so sure? Are you sure? The doubt that surrounded you was going to suffocate you, the fear, the shock it was going to eat away at you. If you opened this door right now, you’d be inviting him in. You’d be giving him permission to come in and talk to you, rewarding his behaviour. But if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You wouldn’t be able to understand why he did that, why he made you sick of your life.

Maybe it was stupid and naive, maybe it was a mistake. But you couldn’t help yourself. Not when his whiny voice was coming through your door, begging for you to open the door, to let him in. His voice, his presence itself was wrapped around your throat like a snake. He had you obsessed with him, you know that. No man that you’ve ever dated before had this much power over you. They were always obsessed and like puppets for you. But something about Jungkook made you exactly like the men. It was sickening, you know.

Your hand reached for the knob, “baby please, I can explain all of this.”

You shut your eyes, trying so hard not to cry. The key clicked and the door opened, revealing his worried eyes. The rain was literally slamming off the ground, so loud in your ears and the house and the grumbling of the thunder around you was fierce. He pulled you into his chest, hands in your wet hair. He held you so tight as if to prevent you from running away from him again, he smelled good. Sweet and leathery. His leather jacket was soaked, his hair too. It was dripping down his face and onto yours as he cupped your chin, bringing your face closer to his.

Your heart beating out of your chest. But for all the wrong reasons, just as scared as you were a minute ago, right now you’re nervous. Nervous because you want to kiss him, you want to kiss him so bad but at the back of your mind you’re reminded he was stalking you. His thumb pressed against your cheek, rubbing the coldness off it. You closed your eyes, sighing. How come he can make you nervous yet relaxed all at the same time?

“Jungkook..”

“I know baby, I’m so sorry.”

“But why?” Your voice was so small, so hurt and soft.

He entered your house, closing the door behind him. The fire in the chimney the only proper light that was helping you see him. The fire was going when you got home, you’re guessing he was the one who did it. He shrugged his jacket off, laying it on your couch.

He must be freezing, he was only wearing a tank top underneath it. You walked around to the smaller couch, right across the fire. Sitting with him and waiting. Not sure what for, but you didn’t know what to ask first. There was a million thoughts racing through your head so all you could do was sit there, listening to the fire crackling in the background.

He stared at you, watching the scared expression on your face. Maybe not scared, but void? He knew he messed up. He really did, but it was much simpler this way. Your eyes finally met his, the gleam in them not as present as before and his heart sinks.

“Why?” You asked, your voice shaky.

You hugged your knees to your chest. Out of reflex his hand began playing with your now semi dry hair, “because I wanted to make sure you’re safe… because I missed you so much that I’d rather die than not be as close to you as possible.”

You shook your head, hiding it in your knees before you sighed leaning away from he touch, “didn’t I say we could remain friendly?”

His expression softened, head tilting to the side just a small bit, “friendly isn’t being friends Y/N. You know that.”

“I don’t know what to think of this… what about the pictures?”

“I’d lose sleep looking at them, engraving every feature of your face into my brain. Into my heart.”

“You can’t say these things Jungkook, or behave like this. We broke up.”

He sighed heavily, “exactly, but I couldn’t be without you. Or close to you. Because every time I’d be away from you I wouldn’t be able to breathe. My entire life would look nothing short of a massive black hole. It was like someone would continuously take my life away, like a battery deteriorating.”

It was silent once again. What could you say to that? There’s nothing that you could possibly say and not hurt him. You loved him so much, so much that you find it comforting that it was him stalking you. Beside you at all times. Though it doesn’t excuse what he did.

“Why did you break up with me, be honest with me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the room suddenly too warm. You’re not sure why you were sitting in almost pure dark aside from the fire in the chimney, though it did bring a certain level of comfort to you. You leaned into his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. Your fingers playing with the hem of his head white tank top.

You didn’t know how tell him without upsetting him. That’s the last thing you want to do, but at the same time he does deserve an explanation. Mostly because for some reason you resent his mother more than you ever have before. She’s ruined this beautiful thing that you had with him, all because of her personal feelings and issues. Such stupid people.

“Your mother was giving me hell. She kept following me whenever we’d be together, she’d tell me to stop leeching off of you, to leave you because a low class like me doesn’t deserve prestige.”

He was quiet. The fire felt ice cold compared to the fire taking over his body. His mother never had the right to come between your relationship. She shouldn’t have ever said even a word to you. His mother was someone he could barely tolerate as is, but right now, right now he’s not even sure if she exists for him anymore. Sure she’s his mother, the woman who gave him life. But she was never truly there, she never hugged him, or spoken softly to him. She’s never played with or talked to him about anything but his grades. She was practically never present in his life, she had absolutely no right to intervene.

“She had no right…” he trailed off, “I hate her.”

You shook your head, “don’t. She was just concerned about you.”

He laughed mockingly, “she wasn’t concerned about me, she was concerned about herself and her money. She was never there for me. She never cared about me, I only ever felt the love of my father, until he died. She didn’t even comfort me, I was seven years old when the only person who ever showed me love died. She told me to stop crying before she dropped me off to school. I was then picked up by my babysitter. That’s the mother she was. I despise her.”

You frowned, heart sulking at the thought of seven year old doe eyed Jungkook hurting by himself.

“Kook,” you whispered, climbing on top of him, “I love you.”

“ I know that,” he smiled, head leaning back against the couch “I love you so much more, I think you know.”

“That’s not funny” you chuckled.

He smiled as you held his face in your hands. Your lips so close to his own. He couldn’t take it, the warmth of your plump lips against his own melted him within seconds. It was messy, rough and dirty, the type of kiss that had his breath stuck. The type that made him hiss as you hands began trailing over his body. Feeling the warm smooth skin beneath your hands. He was fucked, so whipped for you.

Your hips had a mind of their own, grinding softly against his bulge. He hissed, detaching from your mouth, his hands now on your face, eyes looking between your bodies and brows pulled into a frown.

“Fuck Y/N,” he hissed as you pressed down harder, “are you sure?”

“Isn’t this what you want Jungkook?” You said, voice low and uneven from your rocking, “ you must have been going crazy hm? Watching me fuck myself in my room, watching me play with my pussy the way you would. Every time I came, I thought of you. Every time I fucked my self I imagined it was you. Fucking me so good, the way only you know how to.”

He groaned, a deep guttural groan that resonated against your own chest. He flipped you over, laying you down on the couch as he hovered over you. His necklace hanging above you. Fuck he’s so fucking hot.

“Should I fuck you good now? Or should I fuck you so good you’ll never be able to pleasure yourself without me hm?”

You scoffed, “as if”.

He didn’t need much time to have you naked underneath him, only taking his pants off. Yet you were fully naked underneath him, breasts round and plump. Fuck he could cum just at the sight of you. Your pussy was pulsating with need, the bottom of your stomach filled with hundreds of butterflies. As he kissed down your body, sucking and marking, his finger dipped into the wetness of your cunt. It made him smile against your ribs, always so ready for him.

His mouth was hot against your skin, bruising every inch of it as your breathing hardened, his finger playing with your clit, “mm kook I need you”.

He was busy marking your skin, but still listened. He eased a finger inside, hooking it as he pumped it in and out, rubbing the walls of your pussy as you moaned a little more now. Breathy and soft. God he loved you so much. His finger continued its sweet torture inside you as his tongue bestowed itself on your clit, flicking it and sucking, alternating between the two. It was good, so good, but you needed more. You need him inside you.

“Fuck me Jungkook, fuck. Me.”

He chuckled, going to take his shirt off before you stopped him, “leave it on.”

He didn’t tease, he just smirked before lining himself up with you, “still on the pill?”

You nodded closing your eyes as he eased the tip inside, just the smallest bit. Every time you thought he’d push in more he’d only pull out, making you whine. What a tease. It took you by surprise when he finally did push all of himself in. Right to the brim. You gasped against each others mouth, kisses only ghosting against each other as he continued fucking into you. He did exactly as he promised. He fucked you good. Too good. He was pumping in and out of you at a pace that had your breath stuck mid air, that had you arching right off the couch and into him.

His pace was animalistic, balls slapping off your ass. The tip of his dick kissing that good spot inside you, he was everywhere. You could feel him in your stomach, pumping in and out with a rhythm, with so much precision that you’d have his babies right now.

“Fuck kook,”

“Shit”

Your thighs were on fire, tightening around his waist as his thumb came down on your clit, drawing perfect little circles and matching his pace. It was insane. There were not thoughts inside your head aside from him, from his furrowed brows and masculine scent to his dick. He pushed forward a little more, earning a loud moan out of you. A moan that bounced right off the walls, your nails digging into his back as he forced your legs higher up his waist. Getting a better angle and access to that sweet spot.

You were a goner that second, when began shallowly fucking you. Your face said it all, your pitching moans and quicker breathing. The red chest and cheeks, you were cumming. Right around his cock, it took him only a few hard and sloppy rounds before he followed after you. Filling you up with his cum.

He stayed buried inside you, your pussy now overstimulated and swollen. His lips never left yours, barely giving you any time to breathe. You missed him so much, so much that you didn’t even realise it until now.

“I’m sorry.”

You smiled at him lazily, fucked out, “don’t be, just don’t stalk me. Not that you have to anymore.”

You just laid there, with him still inside you and on top. He was dozing off as you took the white fluffy blanket and laid it on top of you two. Your fingers gently playing with his hair.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” you chuckled.

a/n: I know this is so short please forgive me lol. Hope y’all enjoyed! Also what do y’all think? Should she have forgiven him? I think she should (obviously ha) I mean he’s Jungkook ;).

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xhoess · 17 days

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After hours

Wooyoung!cashier x fem bod! Customer

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Summary: A few weeks ago a new small shop opened in your town, it's a grocery shop and the cashier is totally your type, he's cute, funny and so fucking hot. He works there every night till 1 am and you happen to go on a midnight snack run every day, you guys chat a little longer every time you get there and sometimes you even stay till closing time, but his girlfriend is there every time to pick him up.

Genre: romance, smut, fluff

Wc: 2.6 k

The quiet hum of the small town was a comforting backdrop to my nightly routine. Ever since that new grocery shop opened on the corner of Maple Street, I found myself making midnight snack runs more often than ever before. It wasn’t just the allure of the snacks, though; it was the cashier, Wooyoung.

Wooyoung had everything I found irresistible. He was cute, with a charming smile that could light up the dimly lit store. He was funny, always cracking jokes that made my late-night snack runs the highlight of my day. And he was hot, in that effortlessly sexy way that made my heart race every time I saw him.

I’d gotten into the habit of visiting the shop just before closing time. It had become a comforting ritual, these brief moments of connection in the quiet hours of the night. Wooyoung worked the night shift until 1 am, and I relished the time we spent chatting. Each visit, our conversations grew longer, and sometimes, I even stayed until closing time.

Tonight was no different. The soft chime of the bell above the door announced my arrival, and I saw Wooyoung look up from behind the counter, his face breaking into that familiar, heart-melting smile.

“Hey there, night owl,” he greeted me, his tone playful. “What’s the snack of choice tonight?”

I smiled back, trying to steady the fluttering in my chest. “I’m thinking something sweet,” I said, heading down the aisle toward the candy section. “Any recommendations?”

Wooyoung left his spot behind the counter and joined me, his presence sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. “You can’t go wrong with these,” he said, reaching for a bag of gummy bears. “They’re my favorite.”

I took the bag from him, our fingers brushing for a brief moment. “Good choice,” I said, feeling a warmth spread through me at the contact.

We continued to chat as I wandered through the aisles, picking up a few more items. Wooyoung’s easygoing nature and quick wit made the conversation flow effortlessly, and I found myself lingering longer than I’d planned, as usual.

As the clock neared 1 am, the store grew quiet. I stood at the counter, my items laid out in front of me, and Wooyoung began to ring them up. The comfortable silence between us was broken by the sound of the front door opening.

I glanced over and saw her. Wooyoung’s girlfriend. She was there every night to pick him up, a routine that was as predictable as my midnight snack runs. She was pretty, with long, dark hair and an air of confidence that made me feel instantly self-conscious.

“Hey, babe,” she called out, her voice light and cheerful.

Wooyoung looked up and smiled at her, but I couldn’t help noticing the slight tension in his expression. “Hey,” he replied before giving her a quick kiss. his tone affectionate but slightly subdued. He turned back to me and handed me my bag of snacks. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” I said, forcing a smile as I took the bag from him.

I left the store, the cool night air hitting my face as I walked down the empty street. The sight of Wooyoung with his girlfriend lingered in my mind, a sharp reminder of the boundaries between us. But that didn't stop the growing feelings.

Despite the nightly reminder of Wooyoung’s relationship, I couldn’t stop myself from returning to the store each night. Our conversations had become the highlight of my day, and the connection I felt with him was something I couldn’t ignore.

One night, a few weeks after our routine had started, I arrived at the store to find it unusually quiet. The bell above the door chimed, and Wooyoung looked up, a tired smile on his face.

“Hey,” he greeted me, his voice softer than usual.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked, noticing the weariness in his eyes.

He shrugged, trying to play it off. “Just a long day, you know? The store’s been busier than usual.”

I nodded, sensing there was more to it but not wanting to push. “Well, maybe a chat with your favorite customer will help,” I said, attempting to lighten the mood.

Wooyoung chuckled, the tension in his expression easing slightly. “You’re right. You always know how to cheer me up.”

We fell into our usual rhythm, talking and joking as I wandered through the store. Tonight, I decided to stay until closing time, hoping my presence might offer some comfort.

As 1 am approached, the store was empty except for us. I stood at the counter, and Wooyoung leaned against it, his eyes meeting mine with a sincerity that made my heart skip a beat.

“Thanks for staying,” he said quietly. “It really does help.”

“Anytime,” I replied, feeling a surge of warmth at his words.

Before we could say anything more, the door opened, and his girlfriend walked in. She seemed to sense the atmosphere, her eyes flicking between us before she spoke.

“Ready to go, Wooyoung?” she asked, her tone neutral.

Wooyoung nodded, but I noticed the brief hesitation before he answered. “Yeah, just give me a minute.”

As he turned to finish closing up, his girlfriend’s gaze lingered on me for a moment. I couldn’t read her expression, but I felt a pang of guilt and longing. I left the store, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth I felt inside.

A few more weeks passed, and my routine with Wooyoung continued. Each night, our conversations grew deeper, and I found myself falling for him more and more. It was becoming harder to ignore the connection between us, and I sensed that Wooyoung felt it too.

One night, as the clock neared closing time, Wooyoung seemed more distracted than usual. I could tell something was on his mind, but I didn’t want to pry.

As he rang up my items, he finally spoke. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I replied, my curiosity piqued.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Do you ever feel like you’re stuck? Like you’re in a situation you can’t get out of?”

His question took me by surprise, but I could see the vulnerability in his eyes. “Yeah, I think everyone feels that way sometimes,” I said gently. “Why do you ask?”

Wooyoung looked down, his fingers absently drumming on the counter. “I’ve been feeling that way a lot lately,” he admitted. “About my relationship.”

My heart skipped a beat at his confession. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s complicated. She’s a great person, but I feel like we’re just... not right for each other anymore.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I simply nodded, letting him know I was there to listen.

Wooyoung met my gaze, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I just feel like I can talk to you about anything.”

His words made my heart swell. “I’m glad you feel that way,” I said softly. “I’m here for you, Wooyoung. Whatever you need.”

Before he could respond, the door opened, and his girlfriend walked in, right on cue. She glanced between us, her expression unreadable.

“Ready to go?” she asked, her tone sharper than usual.

Wooyoung nodded, a resigned look in his eyes. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

As I left the store, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed between us. Wooyoung’s confession had opened a door, and I couldn’t help but wonder what lay on the other side. My hope grew stronger every day

The next few nights, our conversations took on a new depth. Wooyoung seemed more open, more willing to share his thoughts and feelings. I could sense the tension in his relationship growing, and it pained me to see him struggle.

One night, as we were chatting near closing time, Wooyoung’s girlfriend arrived earlier than usual. She walked in, her eyes narrowing as she saw us talking.

“Wooyoung, we need to talk,” she said, her tone firm.

He looked surprised but nodded. “Okay, just give me a minute.”

She didn’t wait, instead walking over to us. “No, we need to talk now,” she insisted, her gaze flicking to me.

I felt a knot form in my stomach as I stepped back, giving them space. Wooyoung glanced at me apologetically before turning to her.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice cautious.

She crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “I’ve noticed how you’ve been lately. Distant, distracted. And I can’t help but wonder if it has something to do with... her.”

Her words hung in the air, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment and guilt. Wooyoung looked taken aback, his eyes wide with surprise.

“This isn’t about anyone else,” he said, his voice firm. “This is about us and the fact that things haven’t been working for a while, so don't blame this on the one person keeping me sane"

She looked hurt, but her resolve didn’t waver. “So what are you saying?”

Wooyoung took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of sadness and determination. “I think we need to take a break. Figure out what we really want.”

The silence that followed was deafening. His girlfriend’s face crumpled, and she turned away, leaving the store immediately.

He turned to me "I'm sorry you had to see that" He said softly. "No no, it's okay. Are you alright...?"

Wooyoung nodded softly "yes, I think so.. it needed to happen some day. We've been drifting apart for a while now. It would not have been fair to keep pretending everything was fine" I took a step closer and gently laid my hand on his arm "I'm here if you need me... okay?"

He looked up at me, his eyes connecting with mine "thank you so much for being here for me y/n. You are such a great friend. I don't know what I've would've done without you"

Hearing those words my heart tightend, I want to be there in any way I could, but I also need to confront my own feelings. I got to tell him how I feel.

"Look wooyoung listen.. I need to tell you something" I began, my voice slightly trembling. "I've developed feelings for you. I know it's complicated and totally unfair to throw this on you right now. I don't want to make this harder for you but I can't keep it to myself anymore."

His eyes widen for a second, he stepped closer to me and his expression softened before speaking "I kind of had a feeling you did" He admitted. "And to be honest I feel the same. It's why I had to end things with her. It wasn't just about us growing apart, it was also because I had feelings for someone else"

"You mean....?" I asked "yes. I mean you" He said before pulling me in a hug, he mumbled something against my neck "this isn't normally like me, I don't hop around girls like this, but i just wanted you too know I feel the same way"

"Can I stay with you tonight?" I ask sweetly.

"Ofcourse you can" He stared into my eyes, but it shifted for a second to my lips. My breathing got heavier when I noticed it. I lean in a little bit, trying to get closer to him.

He closes the distance between us and our lips connected. Moving in one smooth motion like it was meant to be.

I walked backwards while wooyoung was gently pushing me backwards. My back touched the counter, I gasped and he took that opportunity to deepen the kiss.

I rolled my hips and he groaned into my mouth, "you are so delicious" He said during the kisses. His hand reaches under my blouse and I disconnect the kiss, he looks at my worried "Are you okay with this?.. it's okay if no-" "no no, I'm good with this, totally good. I just wanted to see how pretty you looked" I said while sliding my hand from the top of his chest slowly down to his crotch erea.

Once you reached it wooyoung bucks his hips as a reflex, he puts his hand on your and starts to drag it up to the waistband of his pants. You take the hint and start to unbuckle his belt and push his pants down.

Once you did that you could see the outline of his semi-hard cock in his underwear. You've never felt this eager and dropped down your knees. He slips is underwear off and his semi hard cock is right in front of you right now.

You wrap your hands around it gently and start to stroke it.

After a while you connect your mouth with the tip of his cock. Sucking around it.

Wooyoung throws his head back in frustration, he wants to fuck your face so badly. The way your lips feel around his cock is sending him to another dimension. While thinking about it he accidentally bucks his hips, causing his cock to slide in further. You weren't prepared so you gagged around it. Wooyoung moaned when he felt the vibrations of your voice around his dick.

"Is it okay if I face-fuck you?" He tries to ask but it doesn't come out as smoothly he wants because you are driving him crazy.

You look up and meet his eyes and nod.

Wooyoung doesn't wait any longer and grabs a fistful of your hair. His cock trusting in and out your mouth quickly. You feel like you're losing your mind, tears filling your eyes but not in a bad way.

Wooyoung slows down "shit.. I got to cum baby" He said out of breath. You take your mouth of his cock for a bit and say "cum in my mouth please, I need to taste you" and when those words left your mouth Wooyoung eyes widen. He had never done this before but definitely wasn't against it.

So he pushes in again and starts trusting in a smooth motion. It doesn't take long for him to shoot his cum out, straight into your throat. You try to swallow it all but a bit slipped out of it when wooyoung pulled out.

He crouched down to your level and cupped your face. "You where so amazing for me baby" He says sweetly. "But just wait till we get home because I am not done with you yet. "

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lokiswifeduh · 15 days

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Red agony

Pairings- Boyfriend!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary- Your time of the month has come back around, leaving you in agony. Bucky comes home from a mission, takes care of you, and comforts you.

Warnings- period talk, hurt/comfort, worried Bucky, talk of menstrual cycle, talk of tampons, I think that's it!

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That time of the month was rearing its ugly head once again.

You held your stomach in pain as your heating pad soothed a small amount of the aching in your back.

Tears were crusted on your cheeks as your face was flushed. All of the lights in the bedroom were off, the only illumination being an open sign from the Chinese place across the street.

Bucky turned the keys in the door, swinging it open and toeing his shoes off under the coat rack. "Doll?"

He eyed the room, noticing the lack of any lamps or lights on. Tossing his bag on the ground, he made his way down the hall.

His socked feet making a soft noise of footsteps, making you finally snap out of the trance you had been in.

"Bucky?" You mumbled, looking back at the doorway behind you, seeing your boyfriend's silhouette.

"Hey, sweetheart," Bucky smiled, immediately noticing your hunched-over position, heating pad, and pain pills on the nightstand.

You pushed yourself into a sitting position, groaning as your back bent uncomfortably, "How was the mission, honey?"

Bucky saw you trying to get up and pushed you back down onto the bed, pulling you into his chest. You gripped onto his shirt, slinking your leg in between his.

"It was good, doll. No injuries. Got the intel we needed." He nodded, "Everything went well." You smiled into his chest, "Good, that's good."

"What about you, honey?" Bucky rubbed your back with his flesh arm, putting pressure on the aching part of your back.

"It was alright, I guess." You shrugged, making Bucky tilt your head up with his metal hand on your chin. "How was it really?"

Suddenly the dam broke. Tears streamed down your face as you buried your face into his neck, "It was horrible, Buck."

He shushed you, rubbing your back and encircling you in his arms. "I'm so sorry, honey. I would've come home sooner if I could."

You shook your head, inhaling his vanilla and musk scent. "You had a job to do, Buck. That doesn't stop just because I started my period and had a bad day." Bucky placed his metal hand on your cheek again, rubbing under your eyes which felt amazing on your flushed, hot skin.

"How about I run you a hot bath and make you some food, huh?" You looked up at him, your eyes only producing more tears as you nodded. "Yes, please."

"Okay, honey." He helped you stand and walk to the bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet seat as he ran the bath.

He poured epson salt in the bottom of the tub, checking the water temp, and making sure it wasn't too hot before plugging the bottom of the drain.

Bucky bent over, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head, moving your hair out of your face before helping you undress and place your dirty clothes in the hamper.

You watched him, admiring how much he cared about you, and how tenderly he took care of you. He poured your favorite bubbles in the bath, making sure to test the water before helping you step in and settle.

You felt immediate relief in your back from the warmth, sighing and closing your eyes.

"I'll put some pajamas on the bed for you, doll." You smiled softly, pulling him down to place a kiss on his lips. "Thank you, Buck. I love you." "I love you, yell if you need me, sweetheart."

Closing the bathroom door, he turned on the bedroom light, immediately noticing the large red stain on your side of the covers. He sighed, wishing he didn't have to go on that mission and could've been here with you, taking care of you instead.

He gathered the sheets and covers, placing them in the wash before putting clean black sheets on the bed.

Moving to the kitchen, he started to make your favorite comfort food. Grilled cheese with soup and hot chocolate.

A while passed, the water had become room temperature and the bubbles had soaked in with the water; creating a shimmery film on the top of the water.

"Food is ready, doll." You heard Bucky as he popped his head inside the door, making you pull yourself from the bath. You changed your tampon, drying yourself off, and wrapping a towel around your body.

Your hair was still wet as it dripped onto your shoulders and onto the floor. You saw the clothes Bucky had put out. Excited, as it was a pair of his sweatpants and his red henley.

You pulled on the sweats, feeling the fleece lining against your skin. You had to fold the lining of his pants twice, just so the bottoms wouldn't swallow your ankles.

Slipping the red henley over your head, foregoing a bra, you opened the bedroom door and were immediately hit with the scent of your favorite food.

"Thank you, Buck." You smiled, wrapping your arms around him from behind, your face pressed tightly to the center of his back.

"Of course, doll." He placed his metal hand over yours, swaying you both back and forth as he dished the soup into a bowl, and placed the grilled cheese on a plate.

You unwrapped yourself from him, attempting to take the plate, but he moved it away before you could, gesturing to the couch. "Nu-uh. Go relax, I'll bring it to you." Wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, you pulled his lips down to yours, feeling him squeeze your waist. "You're too good to me, Buck." He shook his head, "I think it's the other way around, honey." You laughed, walking over to the couch, placing a dark blue blanket over your legs.

"Eat up." Bucky put a pillow on your lap, sitting down the food.

He turned on the tv, playing your favorite show as you slowly ate for the first time that day.

Once you had finished, Bucky moved the plate and bowl to the coffee table, pulling you into his arms, making sure you could still see the tv.

Your head was in his lap as you looked up at him, ignoring your show. He felt eyes on him, looking down at you. "Everything okay, doll?" A wide smile graced your lips as you nodded. "I just love you so much, James." You kissed the side of his hand, "Thank you for taking care of me." Bucky smiled back, his hand on your cheek, softly rubbing circles. "I love you, honey. More than anything."

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Boyfriend

☆ Colby mf brock,he lit has my heart ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Smut! (Virgin!Reader)

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I sat down my drink in front of me looking at my phone as my eyes lit up.

Colby 🖤:

Hey babe,I’ll come get you in 20 minutes?

Me:

Heyy,yeah okay,what we doing?

Can we get some food? Starvinggg

Colby 🖤:

Sure,see you soon x

Me:

See ya 💜

I smiled as I put down my phone sipping on my fruit tea and reading. I would be lying if I said any of the words on the page were going through my head,because they weren’t,I was too busy thinking about Colby.

Colby and I had been friends since high school and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship so I’ve kept my feelings to myself but deep down I knew I loved Colby brock as more than a friend.

And as I was thinking about him I heard the penthouse doorbell ring,he was here.I jumped up with my boba in hand and got ready by putting on my shoes.

I opened the door to see him in black and red,I stared for a moment before he snapped me out of it, “You got a crush or something?” He asked jokingly.

“Fuck no.” I laughed to myself,lying through gritted teeth, “Am I really that bad?” He asked the smile on his face evident “Sorry would you like a different response?” I asked,my smile beaming off my face, “Yes,I would.” He told me half jokingly, “Oh okay,Colby I have the fattest crush on you,I am absolutely and utterly in love with you,will you marry me baby girl?” I asked jokingly as I got down on one knee,no ring in sight.

He handed me one of his rings and I smiled holding it in my hands as I looked up from him on my knee, “Oh my god! I would love to!” He said jokingly whilst jumping up and down,flapping his arms about.

I put his ring on my thumb,the only finger it would fit,and got up off the floor dusting myself off.

“Aw I liked you on your knees.” He laughed pouting down at me, “Ah! Colby brock!” I gasped jokingly smacking his chest.

He grabbed my waist with his hands,my waist going red hot and I smiled up at him with a boba still in my hand.

“You got boba without me!” He said jokingly as he gave me a shocked look, “Yep,sorry big guy.” I giggled.

I moved infront of him to leave my pent house and he held the small of back as we left.

I turned around to lock the door and then we began to walk downstairs to get to Colby’s car.

“What do you want to eat,princess?” He asked me as we sat in the car,reversing out of the parking lot.

‘You’ I thought to myself,clenching my thighs together as I imagined taking him down my throat before snapping out of it.

“Uhm i don’t know!” I said rather quickly trying to banish these thoughts about my best friend.

“Chipotle?” He asked,

“Yeah sure why not.” I shrugged as I cross my legs trying to stop myself pulsing.

We sat in Colby’s bed eating and watching shows on his tv as I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Fuck man I’m tired.” He said to no one in particular, “How? I swear it’s like 8.” I laughed,he looked over to his night stand and read off the clock “Nope,quarter to 12” (11:45) he said.

“How!” I said finishing my chipotle, “I should go.” I said laughing into his shoulder, “Noo,stay.” He whined.

“Are you sure? I really should let you get some sleep.” I asked him,I knew he was tired and I wasn’t going to stay if I wasn’t wanted.

I crawled off Colby swinging my legs over the edge of the bed,suddenly I felt his hands grab my waist and pull me onto the bed,Colby ending up on top of me.

“Don’t go.” He whispered to me and I smiled,blushing slightly at the position. “Okay.” I whispered back.

“I really want to kiss you.” He continued whispering, “Do it.” I whispered back.

And I was pulled into an intoxicating kiss,I felt like orgasming on the spot,then he pulled away bringing his knee up to my core rubbing against me, “Is this okay?” He whispered stopping his movements,I nodded, “I need words princess.” He smiled softly, “Yes.” I whispered.

He pulled me back into a kiss his hand,next to my head,supporting himself above me whilst the other hand rested on my neck,squeezing from time to time,his knee rubbed against my core.

He squeezed my neck and I moaned into the kiss giving him the chance to slide his tongue into my mouth.

He slid his tongue in as our tongues clashed,Colby taking dominance over me.

I took my hands,unbuttoning his jeans and throwing them across the room,I heard it hit a wall before falling against it,to the floor.

Whilst I had unbuttoned his jeans he had taken off my leggings throwing them in the same direction most likely beginning to create a pile of clothes.

“Please.” I whined into his mouth,to which he stopped rubbing his knee against me and put a hand on my hip rather than my neck.

I whimpered under his touch and he pulled away and took off his shirt,to which I did too.

He held himself up with one hand next to my head,the other flush against my waist and began kissing me again whilst taking off my bra with the other hand.

My breasts sprung free as he took off my bra,throwing it in the ever growing pile of clothes.

“Is this okay? Do I have your consent?” He said lining himself up, “You do,but I wanna ride you.” I whispered the last part.

He smiled “Repeat that sweetheart.” He said, “I want to ride you.” I said more confidently.

“No.” He said sternly as if I was going to kill him by doing so, “Why?” I said hoping I didn’t cross a boundary.

“Because,it’s your first time,I want it to be special,I don’t want you to put in any effort I just want you to have a good time.” He said softly and I smiled.

“Round two though?” I asked a smile evident on my face. “If you can walk.” He smiled back.

He was agonisingly slow, as he pushed a finger into me “Faster,please.” I whispered out to him.

“Okay pet.” He said as he sped up. Moans emerged into the silent room as I felt the urge to scream from the mixed pleasure.

He slowly eased another finger in and I felt nirvana,a bliss only known to few people. Granted I had never had sex before but I knew he would be my first and last.

The chokehold Colby had on me,mentally and physically was euphoric.

My moans echoed off the walls of the once silent room as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.

“Come on baby,let it go.” He whispered and warm liquid shot out of me and up his arm,I closed my eyes out of fear and embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you tell me you could squirt love?” He whispered as he let go off my neck,brushing stray hairs out of my face.

“Im sorry! I didn’t mean to!” I said scared as to what I had just done. “It’s a good thing,it’s okay.” He said as I calmed down, “Just gotta make you do it again.” He smiled lining his dick up to my entrance.

“This okay?” He asked again,

“Yes.” I whispered and he smiled as he pushed himself in,inch by excruciating inch. “Fuck-“ I moaned, “How big are you?” I whined out.

“Just about 6 inches,not that big love.” He said as I threw my head back. “Not that big? Colby you’re a monster.” I said through gritted teeth trying not to moan.

He laughed, “Sure you’ll get used to it.” He said softly before I let out a loud moan as he bottomed out.

I squeezed onto his cock tightly as he begun to spread my legs further,pushing himself in and out whilst I clenched down on him.

I lulled my head back in pleasure,trying my hardest to stop clenching around Colby making me tighter than I already was.

He held his hand on my stretched neck,his other hand rubbing circles on my clit making it hard for me to not cum on the spot.

“Colby!” I moaned out of pleasure as my hands grabbed onto his back,my nails gripping onto him,which would most likely leave marks.

“I- I- I’m close.” I moaned out to him “Same,hold on baby.” He replied softly to me. “Can I cum inside of you?” He asked quickly speeding up slightly.

“Y-yes please colbs.” I replied trying to not moan, “Oh shit.” He said before cumming inside of me,to which I quickly followed.

I knew he loved the nickname I didn’t know he liked it that much,I’ll keep that in mind,I thought to myself.

Colby turned around and slammed himself on the bed next to me on his back.

“I just lost my virginity to my best friend” I said to no one in particular,he looked over at me and smiled “Babe I’m all yours as long as your mine.” He whispered, “I’ve always been yours Colby.” I said cuddling up to him as he attempted to put a shirt onto me to sleep in.

I guess I’ve got a boyfriend.

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Daddy Issues | Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

Inspired by this song.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: There are some scars from our childhoods that just won't heal, like daddy issues will somehow always affect our relationships, especially with men. It's the trauma that makes us afraid. Matt Murdock is a considerate boyfriend and he hardly ever raises his voice, so when he lets his anger out on you, he triggers something in you that you have never told him about.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of child abuse, daddy issues (not the sexy kind), childhood trauma, yelling, crying, small injury (reader cuts her finger), not proofread

A/n: This is entirely self-indulgent. I won't tell you why exactly, but let's just say today was not a good day and I needed to write this to feel better. It helped, for the most part. If you have/had a father who yells a lot and likes to blame you for everything, this is for you. But also basically everyone who's afraid of men yelling at you because you've been traumatized before. This has not been proofread or beta-d. It’s just a silly little comfort fic.

Tags: (people who answered the original idea and I think would enjoy this or asked to be tagged)

@igotanidea @lina-mar @redzie02 @hellskitchens-whore

[not my gif, credits to the owner mentioned under the gif]

In the heat of the moment, some people raise their voices. May it be a fight or a moment of excitement. When we get angry, we often resort to a louder volume and sometimes even verbal abuse. We say things we don’t mean. We wouldn’t be human if that didn’t happen sometimes, although most fights can be resolved by talking civilly. There is no point in screaming when talking like adults is a viable option that won’t hurt anyone. But it hardly ever happens, not when both parties are already worked up to the point of no return.

For you, there has not been a fight or discussion in your life that hasn’t resulted in a screaming match. Your parents often yelled at each other. You grew up like this, the voices of your fighting parents constantly in the back of your head until the day they divorced. And even after that, you figure you started hallucinating their fights whenever the world went quiet around you so you would have some noise in the back of your head.

Your father was the one who screamed the most. He yelled and scolded you whenever you didn’t act according to his standards or made even the smallest of mistakes, didn’t do something or just used the wrong tone with him, something that often didn’t sit right with him.

He always resorted to screaming. The context never really mattered, he just got louder, harsher and he used words that would confuse every kid and make their tiny brains overflow with the guilt they caused. And when you cried, he only waved it off because “there is no reason to cry, I’m just stating the facts”.

It traumatized you in a way many children who grew up in such families understand, and he made you believe that every man in your life has a reason to yell at you, to use you, to abuse you and constantly ask you for things even though you can’t possibly match up to all of their expectations.

You always expect to be yelled at by the men in your life. Even the smallest hint of the disappointment in someone’s voice makes you anxious and more often than not, you start to cry. It’s your defense mechanism. You’re fragile and you get scared easily. A switch gets flicked and you’re suddenly standing in the same house you grew up in, letting your father rain hell down on you because you were too scared to fight back.

The constant screaming made you scared of men, and it made you more careful with what you say or do around others. You tread carefully. You try to please and not to screw up too much, too scared of the consequences and possible negative reactions. In school, you used to do the same, always wanting to please the teachers and when they raised their voices, you often excused yourself and were left shaking and crying in the bathroom.

Matt Murdock has always been a man with a heavy internal conflict, and that conflict resulted in anger issues and his ever-present catholic guilt. When you met him, he came across as attractive yet dominant, and that scared you a little until you talked for the first time in the middle of a cozy coffee shop and he showed how soft of a man he actually is. He keeps himself locked away and that might make him seem unapproachable, but he isn’t. He’s the kindest man you have ever met, and his heart is set right. Out of all the lovers you’ve had, he is truly the best and most considerate when it comes to your relationship.

He treats you like you’re the universe to him and when you fight, it’s more often bickering than it is an exchange of vulgarities and screams. He takes his anger out on punching bags, not you, and when he hurts someone, it’s often criminals who deserve his wrath. His life is complicated, but it’s easier with you in it. He feels alive, he’s told you, and he wouldn’t trade that for the world, so he always makes sure you’re taken care of and happy before he looks after himself.

There is, of course, the issue with his enhanced senses. He’s blind but his senses are enhanced to an extent that most blind people don’t have. You found out about that early on in your relationship, but there’s never been a doubt in your mind about the love you feel for him, so it was no hard choice to stay.

Though dating the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen comes with its collection of issues. More often than not you have to stitch him up or search him in dark alleys and trash cans because he keeps getting in trouble, and the worry often eats you alive. Still, you comfort him when he’s had a bad day, always, and you make him the spotlight of your life every time. In your mind, taking care of him comes first.

But Matt always gives back. It’s his Catholicism, you’re sure of that. He can’t take help. He has to be the one doing the work and moving mountains. He is God’s disciple and he feels responsible for his city and the people living in it. His blindness feels like a gift given to him by God to conquer all possible battles, and while you don’t really believe in God, you have accepted that part of him with open arms and more often than not join him in his faith because life with him is surely not the easiest.

When Matt Murdock feels overwhelmed, he tries not to show it. He’d rather lock himself away than burden you. He’d rather struggle on his own than put the people he loves in danger or hurt them with his personal struggles and the pain that consumes him.

Matt is patient and he doesn’t care if you screw up, even though you apologize profusely most of the time. He’s patient because we’re all human. We all screw up. That is the principle that he lives by and he makes you feel like you can be more of yourself around him. So after a year, there are no more reservations and you feel a lot more comfortable in your skin.

Until this day, he had never let his anger out on you, and he had never opened his mouth to yell at you in any way. Until that day.

He’s different when he comes home. He finds himself at his wit's end, and he has been ever since that godforsaken murder trial started. When he comes home, you don’t think much of his distance toward you, the denial of a proper kiss, and his grunts as he lowers himself on the couch instead of asking you about your day. You don’t think much until it all goes wrong, and you’re not even sure at what point it does or what you did to deserve this, but there has to be a reason because the man you’re seeing right now is not the Matt you usually get to see.

We all have bad days sometimes, others more often, but this seems deeper than just a bad day at the courthouse. This is not the face of an exhausted man after a long work day that just needs some kisses and maybe a blowjob, or to have sex with his girlfriend in all his dominant glory with aftercare to put the cherry on top. This is not Matt Murdock, this is the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen that comes through the front door, tosses his cane into a corner, and then just falls on the couch like a wet sack of potatoes, his fists clenched as if he is ready to explode any second.

You’ve been taught to tread carefully, so you do. You approach him only slowly because you are worried, you always are. Perhaps it’s the line of questioning that has him exploding in no time.

“You okay?” you ask.

He props his feet up on the living room table and huffs. “Fine,” he says.

“You don’t look fine. Did something happen?”

You’ve brought him a glass of water, which he takes with a curt nod. Something is bothering him, but he won’t talk to you.

“Bad day at work?”

“It doesn’t matter now. I’m fine. I just want to forget that today ever happened.”

“You want some coffee?” you decide to ask instead.

“No,” he says.

His leg starts to bounce. It only does when he is agitated or overstimulated and is trying to deal with the world around him.

“Do you want me to run you a bath?”

He sighs. “No.”

“We still have leftovers, maybe I could warm them up.”

His tone is harsher this time, “No!”

You blink, a little taken aback by the force in his voice and involuntarily, you start to shake.

“I just want to be alone,” he adds, softer this time. “Can you… you know what, I’m just gonna get changed.”

And like that, he is gone. He disappears into the bedroom and you’re left flabbergasted. You want to ask what’s wrong, but you’re scared. You’ve never been scared of him before. It’s not him, it’s his reaction, and so you retreat into the kitchen.

Eventually, he comes out again, though he is still missing a shirt. “Have you seen my Columbia sweater?” he asks, the lights of the billboard reflecting off his marble skin.

“It’s in the washer,” you tell him.

“Why?”

“Because it’s dirty. Matt, what is going on?” You place your mug down and look at him, eyes soft and full of concern.

He only rolls his. “I just want my sweater.” Grabbing the used shirt from the chair at the dinner table, he slips it on. It’s not the fabric he wanted and he tenses up, hating the new sensation already.

“Are you sure this is about your sweater? You’ve been on me ever since you got in.”

“Yes, because you keep asking useless questions.”

“Useless?” You scoff. “So my interest and worry for you are useless?”

If there is one thing you have gotten good at it has to be defending yourself.

He brushes past you to get a beer from the fridge. “I told you, I’m fine.” He is good at brushing you off because he doesn’t like to admit when he feels weaker than usual.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Oh, my God, then stop fucking looking!”

“Okay, what the hell is your problem?”

He scoffs. “You don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get?”

“Everything.”

“Enlighten me then.”

“It’s not…” his chuckle is bitter. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. You’re gonna keep seeing problems where there are none, so talking to you makes no sense anyway.”

What did he just say? You are so confused and suddenly very angry that you forget you are holding a glass. You smash it down on the counter, and, as expected, it shatters into a million pieces. Most of them fall to the floor and right at his bare feet. His eyes darken.

Oh.

Now you are scared, and not in a way that resembles sexy foreplay. You are scared because he is turning into a stranger right before your eyes. Suddenly, all you can see is not your loving boyfriend Matt Murdock, you see the anger of both your father and your stepfather in his eyes and hear it in his voice and it instantly tells you, 'this is all your fault'.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble. “I didn’t see…”

“One night,” he says. He moves out of the kitchen, trying not to step into the glass.

You follow him with wide eyes. “What’s that?”

“One night,” he repeats his earlier statement. “That’s all I wanted. One fucking night where people don’t prod or- or want things from me. And what do you do? You keep talking and talking, and you don’t even care that I simply don’t want to talk.”

“Matt, that is not fair. I just wanted to-“ the tears start to prick in your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Jesus Christ.” And that’s where your strength stops and you retreat into your shell – the next words out of his mouth come so loud, you could have sworn they echoed off the brick walls and shot straight into your eardrums. “For once in your life, stop fucking apologizing!”

His hand lifts, mostly to underline his words, and with the bottle in his hand he is suddenly so close, your eyes squeeze shut at the gush of wind. You flinch, your entire body caving in on itself. It’s not even intentional, you can’t help it. You’ve been conditioned to expect the worst when someone raises their hand, and Matt has never done it before.

He realizes what it looks like the second your heart jumps and your blood rushes loudly in his ear. He can smell your sweat, the tears, and the fear that surrounds you. It’s your pheromones that change and something lingers in the air that makes him stop and think, what did I just do?

He has been so in his head and the city has been loud for hours, he lost most of his patience at the courthouse, and then you’re there all caring and lovely and he can’t help but tell himself he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve you. He just wants quiet and to be alone while at the same time, all he wants is you, but it’s too much. It’s all too much.

And now, as you flinch away from him and his booming voice, he snaps back to reality and realizes he made a mistake. He’s never experienced you like this before, and it scares him.

“Did you just…” he begins, his voice soft and barely above a whisper.

He hears you fall to your knees, the taste of salt thick in the air and your breath shakes with every intake. You bite your lip and you collect the shards, trying to clean up your mess as if he would hate you if you didn’t. You whisper a silent, “Sorry.” And then he hears it. You’re sobbing, you try not to but you are, and it is his fault.

“Did you think I was gonna hit you?” he asks, dreading the answer.

You sniffle, not answering.

You flinched, he heard it, and not because you were surprised. You are scared, he knows.

He slowly approaches the kitchen. “Sweetheart, talk to me.”

“I just gotta clean this up,” you whimper and you brush the glass together with shaky hands. The tears are running down your cheeks in thick streams and your teeth have gnawed your bottom lip bloody, your throat dry with the denied sobs.

“I just gotta clean this up and then I can make you dinner or something. I don’t… I can fix this. I’ll fix this. I’m sorry.”

It’s your fault, you tell yourself. You pushed him. You deserve this. He worked hard the entire day and you annoyed him. He has every right to do this. In your head, at least. It makes all sense in your head while in reality, Matt has never been more shocked to read your body language than he is now.

He slowly kneels in front of you. “Answer me this,” he says, “did you flinch because you thought I was gonna hit you or because I yelled?”

You shrug, unable to look at him. One of the shards slides across your finger and you hiss, the smallest cut forming and causing blood to pool out of your skin. Still, you don’t stop. You need to clean this up before he gets even angrier at you. In your state, you don’t realize his voice has softened and he no longer stares at you with those blacked-out eyes. He looks sympathetic, almost, but most of all the guilt has spread throughout his features and his heart. He is aching to touch you, but you are scared and shaking and he doesn’t want to hurt you any further than he already has.

He had been so ignorant that he didn’t see the signs before.

“Why are you crying?” he asks again.

You wipe your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you. It’s my fault,” you say. “I’ll clean this up, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

“Hey.”

“No, I gotta-”

“Stop.” His hand is on your arm then. “You cut yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” it’s a mantra you’ve taught yourself to say in the hopes you could somehow fix this before it’s too late.

But it’s not too late. When you finally look up, he’s smiling softly, and his thumb is stroking over your skin in circles.

“I’m sorry,” it’s his turn to say it. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. None of this is your fault. I was so caught up in my own shit, I… God, I would never hit you. I just- I didn’t think when I raised my hand. I didn’t think what it might look like to you. And I didn’t think when I yelled because I… in my head, I wasn’t thinking.”

Your facade cracks even more to the point you are seethrough and your defenses have fallen completely. You’re a snotty mess, shaking violently in his grasp.

“I’m trying, I swear I’m trying to be better. Just don’t be angry with me,” your voice is bordering on helpless little sobs, your lips turned downward and God, you are shaking so badly, you haven’t done so since the last fight with your father when you were a teenager.

Matt’s face softens even more, but there is a pain in there too. He takes a paper towel to wrap around your injured finger and he holds your hand, not sure if he is allowed to touch anywhere else, but he wants you to know he is here and he is going nowhere. He is neither mad nor is he going to break up with you. You try to tell yourself that, but it’s hard with the demon in your head whispering all those awful things into your ear, reminding you that everything bad that happens can only be your fault and that there is no use for you but to destroy and disappoint. But you don’t want to disappoint, you want him to be proud of you. You want him to hold you and tell you everything is alright. But you’re scared and you feel so stupidly guilty for something you can’t even put a finger on. Your bleeding finger.

“Angry with you?” he says. “No.” Matt chuckles, but it’s broken and almost whiny as he does so. “I’m not angry at you, bug. Of course not. I was just angry with the world. I was angry at everything else, but not you. I’m not angry at you. I couldn’t possibly be. I’m sorry, it wasn’t fair of me to take it out on you. I realize that now. And the glass…” he forces you away from the chaos gently, helping you stand up without hurting yourself further. “It’s just glass,” he tells you. “I’ll clean it up. There’s nothing bad about breaking something.”

“But the mess,” you say.

“Fuck the mess. The whole apartment’s a mess.”

“I’m so sorry! I can clean it. I can clean up, I promise. I just… I’m so sorry, Matt.”

“Stop apologizing, baby, please. The mess doesn’t matter. The apartment doesn’t matter, and the glass does not fucking matter. None of this is your fault. You didn’t do anything but try to help. I had no right to yell at you. And my hand… I would never hit you. Never.” He squeezes your hand. “I love you.”

You hiccup, whimpering when he pulls you away from the glass on the floor and pulls you into his arms. His chin rests on the crown of your head and you mold into him, the tears taking on new speed and wetting through his shirt. He strokes your back, not sure what else to do, and his lips find your temple. “God, I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that, none of that.”

You cling tighter to him.

He keeps asking himself the same question over and over again. “Who hurt you?” he asks. It’s a valid question. A fear like that doesn’t just stem from nothing. Something happened in the past to have traumatized you this badly.

Your breathing eventually slows down, as do your tears, and you look up at him through swollen eyes. His white shirt is wet now, but he doesn’t care, he only hugs you back to his chest. “My father used to yell at me whenever I did something wrong,” you tell him, your voice muffled through his chest, but he understands every word.

His grip tightens. “Did he hit you?”

“Sometimes, but… I remember that one time I forgot to clean up after myself and he just… he…�� The lack of oxygen makes you shudder and you hiccup again, nails digging into his back. “I’m sorry, he just… yelled at me. Sometimes, he’d slap me, but only sometimes. He’d threaten most of the time, but he didn’t do it often. And I mean, I was a hard kid to raise, I-“

“No, don’t blame yourself,” he is quick to cut you off. “You were a kid.”

You shudder again. “Well, I… you know, he blamed me for the smallest of things, so I got used to apologizing and trying to please everyone, but I can’t always do that. I try to fix things, but it doesn’t always work. He used to yell at me every damn time and I just… I get scared. I don’t like it when people raise their voices. It makes me feel so guilty and now I even broke a glass. That’s my fault. I shouldn’t have… you had a bad day, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cry like this. I swear I’m not a baby.”

You move away to rub your eyes. He grabs your face, smoothing the pads of his thumbs over your wet cheeks. The heat has pooled under the skin in an upset blush.

“Don’t apologize,” he says. “It’s okay to cry. If I’d known, baby, I…” Matt can only shake his head in disbelief.

He loves you more than anything and to see you hurting because of something another man did to you, a man who is supposed to protect you, makes him feel all kinds of things, but none of them positive.

But his anger doesn’t matter. This is about you. He has to take care of you now, not himself, and definitely not your father. It’s just you on his mind.

You choke on nothing. “He told me I have no reason to cry because he’s just stating facts.”

Matt clicks his tongue. “No, don’t ever think that again. You have every right to cry when you feel the need to.”

“It makes me weak,” you say.

“Your father’s wrong. You’re the strongest person I know,” he says. “And the fact that he yelled at you and blamed you for things that were out of your control… no one has the right to treat you like that, not even your parents, and he should have never even thought about raising his hand against you. That’s abuse. I can’t believe- fuck! Do you understand that it wasn’t your fault? That he had no right to do that?”

“Yes, but… it happened. Maybe I deserved some of those slaps. I mean you… I- I don’t know. It happened, we can’t change it. And who knows, maybe he was right.”

“Stop it! That’s not true and you know it.”

“I know, but-“

“No buts, sweetheart. I would never raise my hand against you, I promise. I’m not like your father. No one should be like him. You deserve so much better.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” you sniffle, “it was just instinct.”

“Shh,” Matt kisses you gently, “I know. It’s like me dodging punches in a fight. It’s a defense mechanism. Your father, I… you’ve never said anything. I would’ve never suspected this.”

“‘Cause I didn’t think it was important. This never happened before. You never yelled before.”

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry. You should have told me,” he says. “It’s important to me. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you. I want you to feel comfortable around me, not scared.”

You nod. “And I am, really, it’s just… I thought I did something wrong.”

His smile is soft when he leans in to kiss you again, tasting the tears on your lips. “You didn’t. I let my anger out on you for no reason. You didn’t deserve that. It won’t happen again, I promise,” and he dives right back in.

You wrap your arms around his neck, relaxing in his arms as his lips move against yours with sweet precision, making you feel lightheaded. He scared you, that much is true, but it was neither you nor his fault and you realize that now, safe in his arms as he proves his devotion to you with a single breath into your mouth. With his gentle touch around your waist he promises never to hurt you, never to let his anger out on you again, and he promises that he will drive himself to hell personally if he ever scares you like that again because he couldn’t forgive himself if anything happened to you because of him. He couldn’t live with himself if he broke your heart or triggered the trauma you brought into the relationship from your broken childhood, and he promises that he will never leave you, never put you second and always hold you when times get hard because people screw up, bad things happen, and you might be at fault sometimes, but so is he and there is no reason to be put down for being human. He wants to teach you that, he wants to help you heal yourself, and you have never felt more in love than at that moment, losing yourself in his lips, eyes and arms.

He breaks the kiss, moving on to your forehead. “If there is anything else I need to know,” he breathes hotly against your already heated skin, and the exhaustion slowly starts to seep into your bones as the shakes and tension subside from your bones, “please tell me before I make another mistake that might trigger you.”

You take in a deep breath, shaking your head. “There is not much else. My childhood wasn’t the best, but that’s okay,” you say.

He brushes his knuckles over your cheekbone. “Bad enough. Promise you’ll tell me if something else might come up?” He resembles a puppy as he tries to meet your eyes, but he fails miserably.

So you promise him, “Okay.”

“Can you forgive me for yelling?”

Your tears have finally come to a halt. “Yes,” you say.

“Thank you.”

Your eyes fall on the mess on the kitchen floor again and you go to grab the broom. Matt’s arm around your frame stop you and he gently pushes you out of the kitchen. “Let me clean it up,” he says. “Put a bandaid on your finger and then go lie down. I’ll deal with it.”

“No, I broke it. Please, Matt, let me do this.”

“Not everything is your fault, sweetheart. Besides, you already cut yourself once and with how you’re shaking, the next time you accidentally cut yourself I’m sure you’re gonna cause more damage.”

“But I-”

“Go to bed,” he insists, “I’ll be there in a second and then we’ll cuddle so you know I’m serious when I say that I love you more than life itself.”

The weight and guilt fall off your heart. “I love you,” you tell him. “More than life itself, too.”

It’s not a lie. If there is anything or anyone you love, it’s him, and you’ve never been this in love with anyone before. It’s sickening to the point it hurts, but the pain is sweet and it’s all worth it because with Matt, you can be yourself.

The past matters just a little less with someone who loves you right by your side, and he would never give up on you like everyone else did before him.

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