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juanarc-thethird · 2 years

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An Opportunity Has Arrive V1.5

This is a repost of my first +18 content that I write. I’m doing my best and will try to get better in the future. So please enjoy. This is related to what happen after the first “An Opportunity Has Arrive” with Willow. ----------------------------------------------------------

Willow: *Looking through some papers* Well I’m impress. You have a good work history, great reviews from you previous bosses, and no criminal records

Jaune: *Remembers his Becon transcripts* yeah…Thank you

Willow: There is just one more thing I need to look at.

Jaune: No problem. What do you want to see?

Willow: *Lower the papers and looks at jaune* I want to see your dick.

Jaune: Excuse me?

Willow: I want to see your dick

Jaune: I’m sorry I think I didn’t hear you. Can you repeat that?

Willow: *Stand up and gets closer to Jaune* I want to see your dick, your dong, your Johnson, your jackhammer, your.. *Sits beside Jaune and put her hand on his leg* baby-maker

Jaune: *Blushing and trying to get some space* Mrs Schnee I don’t think this is appropriate for a job interview

Willow: Please, call me Willow and believe me, this is an important matter for this interview. *start to rub his leg*

Jaune: Mrs schne-

Willow: *Interrupts him* Willlow

Jaune: W-Willow, you are my mom’s friend. You are also marry. You shouldn’t be doing this type of things, specially with some like me.

Willow: Oh Jaune. I’m aware of my situation and yours. *she moves her hand higher on his thigh* And I understand that this can me a lot to take in.

Jaune: *Blushing and looking at her hand* But this is wrong.

Willow: Jaune, don’t fight it. I know you want this, *Gets closer to him* I also want this.

Jaune: *Trying to get a hold of the last bit of self restraint left* There are other people you can ask

Willow: Let me tell you a little secret. *Leans on his ear* I only want you.

Jaune: A-are you serious?

Willow: I know you from my daughter’s letter’s. I was curious about her friends. So use my wealth to learn more about them. And when I saw your picture, your smile was so inocente, so full of wonder, I fall for you at that moment. Then I heard you were looking for a job and I use this opportunity to get closer to you.

Jaune: I’m flatter, but isn’t this going to fast?

Willow: Jaune, I’m not getting any younger. I’m willing to take any risk if that means have some time with you. For what I can see your friend… *Moves her hand on top of his bulge* Oh!~ I mean, your big friend here likes where this is go in.

Jaune: I still think is a- Mmph?!

Jaune was surprise. Willow kiss him without a warning. The kiss tasted sweet, like blueberries. It was addictive. Through that kiss he can feel the emotion she was giving. An emotion fill with lust and passion. He slowly was giving in to that emotion. He hold her face with his free hand and deeping the kiss. Willow was happy, he was accepting her advances, he is accepting her. Willow moves her hand from his bulge and start to unbuckle his belt and pants. Jaune felt this but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t want to stop kissing her. Later she move his zipper down giving her access to his underwear. Grabs the elastic and pull it down, freeing Jaune’s member. She holds it with her hand and start to pump it. Slow and gentle.

Jaune: Aah~ Willow…

Willow: You like it? *Looks at his member* You sure are a big boy.~

Jaune: Thank you.

Willow: I should be that one thanking you for such a treat.~ *Moves her hand a little faster*

Jaune: Oh Fuck~

Willow: *Smiles* Yes, moan for me. *Start to kiss Jaune on the neck*

Jaune: Willow, Aah~ I can’t

Willow: *Teasing* What is it sweetie? *Kiss his neck* Is everything ok?

Jaune: This Ah~ is to much! Mm~

Willow: I think is fine. Just be a good boy and hold it as much as you can. *on his ear* you can do it *kiss*

Jaune: Willow Aah~

Willow: Is this the first time receiving a handjob? *Kiss*

Jaune: Oh~ Yes

Willow: *Giggles* I’m so lucky. I hope you remember this moment forever.

Jaune: Oh fuck~

Willow: *Smiles* What is it?~ Are you almost there~

Jaune: Yes! I’m going to ~oh fuck~ I’m going to cum.

Willow moves her hand faster and faster.

Willow: Come on, Jaune. Cum for me. Be a good boy and cum for me. *Kiss* You like this right. *Kiss* just let go. Cum for me. *Kiss* just cum for me.

Jaune was on his limit. The kisses on his neck and the softness of her hand. It was to much for him. Willow nibble his ear and move her hand faster and faster and…

Jaune: OH FUCK! Willow!

He came so hard that the first load fly all the way to the desk. Willow was impress but was more impressive that he didn’t stop cumming. Her heart was beating fast, it was so exciting to see him like this. She wants to see it again. She looks down on her hand and see it cover in cum. It was so much. She moves her hand close to her mouth and licks it. She is taking it all, making sure her hand is clean and his cum is not going to waist. “A little salty but not bad” she thought. From the corner of her eyes she can see Jaune looking at her. She makes eye contact and gives her hand a bid lick, taking so much baby matter she can get with her tongue. This excites Jaune that his is ready for another round.

Willow: I’m so glad that I’m on the pill. If you cum like this inside me, I will get pregnant instantly.

She removes her vest and dress shirt, leaving only her bra. She grabs his again erect member and pump it slowly.

Willow: I can wait to fit this inside me~ But first we need to lubricate it.

She slide down to the floor in front of him and grabs his pants.

Willow: Let’s move this out of the way.

She pulls them down all the way to his ankles, and then remove it completely from him. She hold his member again and puts her face beside it.

Willow: Oh my! It's the size of my face *Giggles*

Jaune: Willow, please.

Willow: *teasing* What? Don’t you like the view?

Jaune: I do is just that.. *he looks away from the embarrassment*

Willow: Aww, You’re so cute.

She moves her face closer to the tip and kiss it. This make Jaune flinch in pleasure.

Willow: You like that? Let me give you some more.

She kiss his member again and again. She see him twitch by the pleasure over and over again.

Jaune: Willow please, don’t play with me.

Willow: But you look so adorable. *she get her lips close to his member* you are so adorable I could just eat you up~

At that moment she swallows his full member and holds it there. Jaune gets surprise by this and bends his head backwards.

Jaune: *Wide eye* Oh fuck!

Jaune looks down on willow. He can see her holding his full member all the way to the base. The inside of her mouth is so hot. He can even feel her tongue massaging part of his shaft. But what excite him more was her eyes. They were so serious and intense. She was looking at him directly. It was so erotic, so hot. Willow then start to move. Slowly she moves her head up and down. You can hear her slurp. Like she is trying to savor every inch of him. She then increase the speed and use both hands to pump him. Jaune is doing his best to hold it as much as he can. He doesn’t want to end this so soon. Is the first time he felt like this. Is like a dream, a dream he doesn’t wish to wake up. Willow see him trying his best to hold it. But that is no fun. She goes even harder on him. She removes her bra and use her breast to trap his member and pump him.

Willow: *pop* Do you like it?~

Jaune: Willow~

Willow: *Giggles* I take that as a yes~

She swallows his cock again. Is like she is trying to polish his “sword” with her mouth. Jaune cannot take it, he tries to grab her head to stop her, to give him more time, but she is much quicker and grabs his hands by the wrists, and put them down on the couch. She moves up while still holding his meaty cock on her mouth, and use her weight to hold his arms on place. She keeps sucking and slurping on his cock, while Jaune try to find a way to free himself and get a small break before is over. He moves his hips, making it difficult for Willow to work. But that will not stop her. She wants to see his adorable face when he cums on her throat. In a quick motion she frees her hands, and using Jaune’s movements, she slides her arms under his legs from the inside out, and behind him to pull him towards her with his legs on her shoulders. Jaune try to make her stop with his free hands, but is useless. He is trap, the only thing he can do is to hold done as much as he can.

Jaune: *Getting crazy in pleasure* Willow, please stop! I can’t take it.

This only prompted her to go faster without losing eye contact. Jaune cannot take it anymore, and she can see that.

Jaune: Willow please!~ I going to..~fuck me~ I’m going to cum again!

She just continue and stared at his eyes. Nothing will stop her to get what she wants.

Jaune: OH FUCK! WILLOW!

Jaune came so hard that she felt his cum shoot stray to to the back of her throat. The amount he was ejaculating was so massive she had to swallow fast. A tough task but not an impossible one. But what make this all worth it was Jaune face. “His face is so cute” thought Willow. Jaune’s cheeks were red and he was breathing heavily. She keeps swallowing every bit of cum he let on her mouth until all gone.

Willow: *She releases his cock from her mouth* That was delicious. Did you like it?

Jaune: I *pant* It was *pant* amazing *pant*

Willow: *Giggles* I happy that you like it. You know I train my self for this moment. Just to make sure I was able to take you all.

Jaune: *Looking at the ceiling* I’m *pant* the luckiest man *pant* alive. *pant* I guess this is the *pant* the end of the interview.

Willow: Who say it was the end of the interview?

Jaune: You say *pant* you want to see my dick. *pant* well, you did.

Willow: Oh Jaune, the interview is not over.

Jaune can hear something hitting the ground. He looks at willow and see her naked in front of him. “My god, she is so sexy” Jaune thought. Willow maybe an older woman, but her body says something else. Her chest was generous and soft, her waist was like the neck of a vase, and her behind had the right amount of muscle and softness. She was every mens dream, and today it was Jaune reality.

Willow: You like what you see?

His cock got up in attention de moment she say that

Willow: Oh my! Ready for round three I see. Just stay on the couch.

Jaune sits properly on the couch and later Willow sit on his lap facing him. His member is touching her stomach.

Willow: *Looking at his member* I will be honest with you Jaune, I’m nervous.

Jaune: *Teasing* Didn’t you say to practice for this moment?

Willow: *Pouts* are you making fun of me?

Jaune: *smiles* (She is so cute when she does that) I’m sorry

Willow: *Kiss him* I forgive you, but about your comment. One thing is a dildo and the other is the real thing. So yeah, I’m nervous for the real thing.

Jaune: If it makes you feel better. I’m also nervous. It-it is my first time.

Willow: Pardon?

Jaune: It is my first time. I never had the chance to “do it”

Willow was excited by the news. She felt like the luckiest woman in the planet. She always asume that Jaune was not a virgin. I mean look at his handsome face. Who doesn’t love that face. Also he was able to get it up after each time. He has potential for a great lover. But that doesn’t matter right now. Today they will become one, and the best part is that she will get the greatest gift Jaune could give to her, his Virginity.

Willow: Jaune, I’m happy to be your first.

Jaune: I’m happy too, Willow *kiss her*

After that Jaune removes the rest of his clothes, reveling his well tone body that he got with his training. His firm chest, his strong biceps, and his tone abs were all expose to her.

Willow: *touch’s him* FUCK! When do you become so hot! I’m sorry for my language but holy shit! Fuck, I need to make you mine before something else happen. *She rise up an gets a hold of his member*

Jaune: Wait Willow! I need to prepare my self mentally I’m not ready.

Willow: I’m sorry but I can’t wait much longer. *The tip is below the entrance of her sex*

Jaune: Willow wait!

Willow slams her hips down, making her orgasm at that moment. She loses balance and hugs Jaune tightly.

Willow: Oh fuck!

Jaune: Willow you are very tight

Willow: Wait, don’t move

Jaune: Are you ok?

Willow: Just give me a moment

Jaune: ok take your time.

Willow: *Breath in and out* I’m fine, that was intense.

Jaune: Do you need a minute?

Willow: I’m fine now. Let me move.

Willow start to grind on his cock while she still hugs him.

Willow: Fuck you feel so good.

Jaune: Ahh~ you feel good too.

Willow: Kiss me

Jaune kiss her and wrap one his arms around her back, and with his other arm he grabs her ass. During the make out session, moans can be heard and Willow hips start to move faster and faster.

Willow: Shit! I love this! *Kiss* I love this!

She then change her moment and start to bounce on his cock. Jaune graves her ass with both hands.

Willow: Yes! Grab my ass! Fucking squeeze that shit! Ahh~

Jaune: Fuck! Willow!

Willow: Smack my ass jaune! Please smack it!

Jaune hears her request and hits her hard in the ass.

Willow: *Turning his brain into mush by pleasure* Ooh~ feels so good.

Jaune keeps grabbing her ass and spanking it from time to time. Leaving a read mark on her ass cheeks.

Willow: Aah~ Jaune I need you to fuck me!

Jaune: *Distracted by the pleasure* What?

Willow: Fuck me jaune! Fuck me! grabs me by the hips and ram that huge cock on my tight pussy! Please!

He graves her and start to thrust upward. He hits her like a jackhammer none stop.

Willow: AAAH~ FFFUCK! IM CUMMING!

Willow came all over Jaune dick, but that doesn’t stops him

Willow: Jaune wait! Ahh~ I just came. Please ooh fuck~ please let me rest

Jaune: I’m sorry, I can’t stop. Fuck, it feels so good.

Willow t looks at Jaune cute face, and she sees that he is lost in pleasure. “He’s is a natural” she thought.

Willow: Jaune put me on the couch. Fuck~ get on top of me and fuck me!

Jaune does what he is told and put her on the couch and fucks her in the missionary position. Jaune grabs the backrest of the couch and slams his hips on Willow’s ass.

Willow: Fuck!~ Yes fuck me hard! *Gets aggressive* Fuck me hard, fuck me, fuck me fuck me!!

Jaune: Willow!~

Willow: Yes! Say my name. I love to hear you scream my name! Fuck!~

Jaune: Willow!~ I’m going to cum!

Willow: Yes! Empty does balls inside me! *Grabs jaune and hugs him close* Empty does big fucking balls inside me!

Jaune: Willow I’m almost there!

Willow: Don’t hold back. I about to cum too! Let’s cum together!

Jaune thrust his hips like his life depend on it, while Willow hugs him close and lock her legs behind him. She looks at his face and kiss him with so much passion.

Jaune: Fuck~ I’m there!

Willow: Yes! I’m there too! Fuck~ Jaune I love you. I love you!! I LOVE YOU!! AAH~

Jaune came so hard and so much on willow insides that hit all that way to her womb and overflow. You can see cum coming out of Willow’s sex.

Willow: *Pant* You came so much. *pant* I can still feel it coming out of you *pant*

Jaune: *Pant* Did you say that you love me? *pant*

Willow remembers what she say a couple of seconds ago and her face turn red like a tomato. She let go from the hug and cover her face.

Willow: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too. I mean, is not thay I dislike you. I was only heat of the moment. I’m sorry, please forget that I say that.

Jaune moves her hands from her face

Jaune: Don’t worry. I don’t dislike you too.

Willow: Oh Jaune~. *kiss him*

Jaune: By the way, how long are we allow to stay here?

Willow: Don’t worry, you are talking to the owner of the building. We can stay as long as we want. Why do you ask?

Jaune: Well…

Willow: *Feels Jaune member getting harder inside her* Oh my goodness! *Teasing* You naughty boy.~ *smiles* I’m guessing you will stay for the job as my assistant, yes?

Jaune: Maybe, will this be one of my duties?

Willow: This will be your only duty you are going to have. *Kiss him*

The end

Sorry for the lack of words. English is my second language and my vocabulary is not that extensive. Any critics, please let me know. I want to get better at this type of writing. Let me know if you like it and will continue doing this to the other ones.

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juanarcthethird · 2 years

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This is my first +18 content that I write. I share some on my blog, but this one is made by me. So I’m doing my best and getting better. So please enjoy. This is related to what happen after the first “An opportunity has arrive” with Willow.

An Opportunity Has Arrive 1.5

Willow: *Looking through some papers* Well I’m impress. You have a good work history, great reviews from you previous bosses, and no criminal records

Jaune: *Remembers his Becon transcripts* yeah…Thank you

Willow: There is just one more thing I need to look at.

Jaune: No problem. What do you want to see?

Willow: *Lower the papers and looks at jaune* I want to see your dick.

Jaune: Excuse me?

Willow: I want to see your dick

Jaune: I’m sorry I thing I didn’t hear you. Can you repeat that?

Willow: *stand up and gets closer to Jaune* I want to see your dick, your dong, your Johnson, your jackhammer, your.. *Sits beside Jaune and put her hand on his leg* baby-maker

Jaune: *Blushing and trying to get some space* Mrs Schnee I don’t think this is appropriate for a job interview

Willow: Please, call me Willow and believe me, this is an important matter for this interview. *start to rub his leg*

Jaune: Mrs schne-

Willow: * interrupts him* Willlow

Jaune: W-Willow, you are my mom’s friend. You are also marry. You shouldn’t be doing this type of things, specially with some like me.

Willow: Oh Jaune. I’m aware of my situation and yours. *she moves her hand higher on his thigh* And I understand that this can me a lot to take in.

Jaune: *Blushing and looking at her hand* But this is wrong.

Willow: Jaune, don’t fight it. I know you want this, *Gets closer to him* I also want this.

Jaune: *Trying to get a hold of the last bit of self restraint left* There are other people you can ask

Willow: Let me tell you a little secret. *Leans on his ear* I only want you.

Jaune: A-are you serious?

Jaune: I’m flatter, but isn’t this going to fast?

Jaune: I still think is a- Mmph?!

Jaune: Aah~ Willow…

Willow: You like it? *Looks at his member* You sure are a big boy.~

Jaune: Thank you.

Willow: I should be that one thanking you for such a treat.~ *Moves her hand a little faster*

Jaune: Oh Fuck~

Willow: *Smiles* Yes, moan for me. *Start to kiss Jaune on the neck*

Jaune: Willow, Aah~ I can’t

Willow: *Teasing* What is it sweetie? *Kiss his neck* Is everything ok?

Jaune: This Ah~ is to much! Mm~

Willow: I think is fine. Just be a good boy and hold it as much as you can. *on his ear* you can do it *kiss*

Jaune: Willow Aah~

Willow: Is this the first time receiving a handjob? *Kiss*

Jaune: Oh~ Yes

Willow: *Giggles* I’m so lucky. I hope you remember this moment forever.

Jaune: Oh fuck~

Willow: *Smiles* What is it?~ Are you almost there~

Jaune: Yes! I’m going to ~oh fuck~ I’m going to cum.

Willow moves her hand faster and faster.

Willow: Come on, Jaune. Cum for me. Be a good boy and cum for me. *Kiss* You like this right. *Kiss* just let go. Cum for me. *Kiss* just cum for me.

Jaune was on his limit. The kisses on his neck and the softness of her hand. It was to much for him. Willow nibble his ear and move her hand faster and faster and…

Jaune: OH FUCK! Willow!

He came so hard that the first load fly all the way to the desk. Willow was impress but was more impressive that he didn’t stop cumming. Her heart was beating fast, it was so exciting to see him like this. She wants to see it again. She looks down on her hand and see it cover in cum. It was so much. She moves her hand close to her mouth and licks it. She is taking it all, making sure her hand is clean and my cum is not going to waist. “A little salty but not bad” she thought. From the corner of her eyes she can see Jaune looking at her. She makes eye contact and gives her hand a bid lick, taking so much baby matter she can get with her tongue. This excites Jaune that his is ready for another round.

Willow: I’m so glad that I’m on the pill. If you cum like this inside me, I will get pregnant instantly.

She removes her vest and dress shirt, leaving only her bra. She grabs his again erect member and pump it slowly.

Willow: I can wait to fit this inside me~ But first we need to lubricate it.

She slide down to the floor in front of him and grabs his pants.

Willow: Let’s move this out of the way.

She pulls them down all the way to his ankles, and then remove it completely from him. She hold his member again and puts her face beside it.

Willow: Oh my! It's the size of my face *Giggles*

Jaune: Willow, please.

Willow: *teasing* What? Don’t you like the view?

Jaune: I do is just that.. *he looks away from the embarrassment*

Willow: Aww, You’re so cute.

She moves her face closer to the tip and kiss it. This make Jaune flinch in pleasure.

Willow: You like that? Let me give you some more.

She kiss his member again and again. She see him twitch by the pleasure over and over again.

Jaune: Willow please, don’t play with me.

Willow: But you look so adorable. *she get her lips close to his member* you are so adorable I could just eat you up~

At that moment she swallows his full member and holds it there. Jaune gets surprise by this and bends his head backwards.

Jaune: *wide eye* Oh fuck!

Willow: *pop* Do you like it?~

Jaune: Willow~

Willow: *Giggles* I take that as a yes~

Jaune: *Getting crazy in pleasure* Willow, please stop! I can’t take it.

This only prompted her to go faster without losing eye contact. Jaune cannot take it anymore, and she can see that.

Jaune: Willow please!~ I going to..~fuck me~ I’m going to cum again!

She just continue and stared at his eyes. Nothing will stop her to get what she wants.

Jaune: OH FUCK! WILLOW!

Willow: *She releases his cock from her mouth* That was delicious. Did you like it?

Jaune: I *pant* It was *pant* amazing *pant*

Willow: * giggles* I happy that you like it. You know I train my self for this moment. Just to make sure I was able to take you all.

Jaune: *Looking at the ceiling* I’m *pant* the luckiest man *pant* alive. *pant* I guess this is the *pant* the end of the interview.

Willow: Who say it was the end of the interview?

Jaune: You say *pant* you want to see my dick. *pant* well, you did.

Willow: Oh Jaune, the interview is not over.

Willow: You like what you see?

His cock got up in attention de moment she say that

Willow: Oh my! Ready for round three I see. Just stay on the couch.

Jaune sits properly on the couch and later Willow sit on his lap facing him. His member is touching her stomach.

Willow: *Looking at his member* I will be honest with you Jaune, I’m nervous.

Jaune: *Teasing* Didn’t you say to practice for this moment?

Willow: *Pouts* are you making fun of me?

Jaune: *smiles* (She is so cute when she does that) I’m sorry

Willow: *Kiss him* I forgive you, but about your comment. One thing is a dildo and the other is the real thing. So yeah, I’m nervous for the real thing.

Jaune: if it makes you feel better. I’m also nervous. It-it is my first time.

Willow: pardon?

Jaune: It is my first time. I never had the chance to “do it”

Willow: Jaune, I’m happy to be your first.

Jaune: I’m happy too, Willow *kiss her*

After that Jaune removes the rest of his clothes, reveling his well tone body that he got with his training. His firm chest, his strong biceps, and his tone abs were all expose to her.

Willow: *touch’s him*FUCK! When do you become so hot! I’m sorry for my language but holy shit! Fuck, I need to make you mine before something else happen. *She rise up an gets a hold of his member*

Jaune: Wait Willow! I need to prepare my self mentally I’m not ready.

Willow: I’m sorry but I can’t wait much longer. *The tip is below the entrance of her sex*

Jaune: Willow wait!

Willow slams her hips down, making her orgasm at that moment. She loses balance and hugs Jaune tightly.

Willow: Oh fuck!

Jaune: Willow you are to tight

Willow: Wait, don’t move

Jaune: Are you ok?

Willow: Just give me a moment

Jaune: ok take your time.

Willow: *Breath in and out* I’m fine, that was intense.

Jaune: Do you need a minute?

Willow: I’m fine now. Let me move.

Willow start to grind on his cock while she still hugs him.

Willow: Fuck you feel so good.

Jaune: Ahh~ you feel good too.

Willow: Kiss me

Jaune kiss her and wrap one his arms around her back, and with his other arm he grabs her ass. During the make out session, moans can be heard and Willow hips start to move faster and faster.

Willow: Shit! I love this! *Kiss* I love this!

She then change her moment and start to bounce on his cock. Jaune graves her ass with both hands.

Willow: Yes! Grab my ass! Fucking squeeze that shit! Ahh~

Jaune: Fuck! Willow!

Willow: Smack my ass jaune! Please smack it!

Jaune hears her request and hits her hard in the ass.

Willow: * turning his brain into mush by pleasure* Ooh~ feels so good.

Jaune keeps grabbing her ass and spanking it from time to time. Leaving a read mark on her ass cheeks.

Willow: Aah~ Jaune I need you to fuck me!

Jaune: *distracted by the pleasure* What?

Willow: Fuck me jaune! Fuck me! grabs me by the hips and ram that huge cock on my tight pussy! Please!

He graves her and start to thrust upward. He hits her like a jackhammer none stop.

Willow: AAAH~ FFFUCK! IM CUMMING!

Willow came all over Jaune dick, but that doesn’t stops him

Willow: Jaune wait! Ahh~ I just came. Please ooh fuck~ please let me rest

Jaune: I’m sorry, I can’t stop. Fuck, it feels so good.

Willow t looks at Jaune cute face, and she sees that he is lost in pleasure. “He’s is a natural” she thought.

Willow: Jaune put me on the couch. Fuck~ get on top of me and fuck me!

Jaune does what he is told and put her on the couch and fucks her in the missionary position. Jaune grabs the backrest of the couch and slams his hips on Willow’s ass.

Willow: Fuck!~ Yes fuck me hard! *Gets aggressive* Fuck me hard, fuck me, fuck me fuck me!!

Jaune: Willow!~

Willow: Yes! Say my name. I love to hear you scream my name! Fuck!~

Jaune: Willow!~ I’m going to cum!

Willow: Yes! Empty does balls inside me! *Grabs jaune and hugs him close* Empty does big fucking balls inside me!

Jaune: Willow I’m almost there!

Willow: Don’t hold back. I about to cum too! Let’s cum together!

Jaune thrust his hips like his life depend on it, while Willow hugs him close and lock her legs behind him. She looks at his face and kiss him with so much passion.

Jaune: Fuck~ I’m there!

Willow: Yes! I’m there too! Fuck~ Jaune I love you. I love you!! I LOVE YOU!! AAH~

Jaune came so hard and so much on willow insides that hit all that way to her womb and overflow. You can see cum coming out of Willow’s sex.

Willow: *Pant* You came so much. *pant* I can still feel it coming out of you *pant*

Jaune: *Pant* Did you say that you love me? *pant*

Willow remembers what she say a couple of seconds ago and her face turn red like a tomato. She let go from the hug and cover her face.

Willow: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too. I mean, is not thay I dislike you. I was only heat of the moment. I’m sorry, please forget that I say that.

Jaune moves her hands from her face

Jaune: Don’t worry. I don’t dislike you too.

Willow: Oh Jaune~. *kiss him*

Jaune: by the way, how long are we allow to stay here?

Willow: Don’t worry, you are talking to the owner of the building. We can stay as long as we want. Why do you ask?

Jaune: Well…

Willow: *Feels Jaune member getting harder inside her* Oh my goodness! *Teasing* You naughty boy.~ *smiles* I’m guessing you will stay for the job as my assistant, yes?

Jaune: maybe, will this be one of my duties?

Willow: This will be your only duty you are going to have. *Kiss him*

The end

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redstarwriting · 4 years

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My Light

Stephen Strange x Reader

Request: “Prompt for whenever you want it: the reader is the legal guardian of their sibling's (who died in an accident) toddler and the reader is trying her best at parenting. One day they find out the child has magic abilities, but everything goes tits up because Mordo shows up and tries to take said powers. Cue our favorite sorcerer saving the day. May we have a progression of him and the reader falling for each other? Thanks in advance and feel free to disregard the ask if it is too silly”

Word Count: 1,773

Genre: Fluff | Little Angst

Warnings: swearing, death of a loved one, attempted murder, Mordo in general

A/N: Very sorry for how long this took me to write! Like I said, writer’s block is a bitch. But it’s here now! And the ask was not silly at all! It was very fresh and fun actually. I hope you enjoy it! I write best for Stephen it seems, so hopefully I lived up to your expectations! Also, I made the child gender neutral because why not, you know?

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“Ori. Put. The paintbrush. Down,” you try your best to sound strict, but Ori the two-year-old has other plans. They just painted an entire… emblem, you guess, on the wall of your apartment. Again. You cannot figure out how they keep getting into the locked painting cabinet butt yet here you both are. You just sigh before bending over and picking them up, only to get a paintbrush to the face. “Okay, Ori, now you’ve done it,” you say, a mischievous glint in your eye. Ori looks at you with confusion before you snatch the paintbrush, setting it to the side and gently toss them on your couch and scream, “You’ve unleashed the… Tickle Monster!” You “attack” them, only to be met with happy shrieks and giggles. You’ve discovered this is an easy way to tire them and distract them from what they were just doing. You’re just now getting the hand at this whole… parenting thing. Ori isn’t your biological child, they’re your sister’s. Sadly, she died in a freak accident, leaving little Ori in your care. The worst part is Ori was there when she died. One day when she was cooking, the oven malfunctioned and exploded, catching the entire house on fire. It’s believed that she was killed instantly in the blast, and even though Ori was playing ouutside when it happened, they were still there for the entire incident. Granted, they didn’t understand it, but still. It’s really sad. And you’re trying your hardest to be the absolute best parent for them as you possibly can be.

They just make it so damn hard sometimes.

After your tickle-tack, Ori was worn out. It was about their nap time anyways, so you take them to their “big kid bed” as they just stopped sleeping in a crib, and tuck them in. Of course, you still have a baby monitor in their room to see and hear when they need anything. You go and sit on your couch, reveling in the moment of silence you have while Ori sleeps. Then suddenly, their crying pulls you out of it. You sigh, getting up to go check on them only to realize that when you get to their room, there’s a man in there. And he’s targeting Ori. Oh hell no.

“Who the fuck are you?!” you scream, immediately picking up one of Ori’s wooden blocks and hurling it at the intruder’s head. Good call, (Y/n). That’ll stop him. He doesn’t even catch it, just waves his hand and it deflect back, hitting you directly between the eyes instead. “Ow…” you mumble, rubbing the spot where the block collided with you. “This is none of your concern,” the man says, beginning to move his one hand in a circular motion while holding the other in place in front of him. You hear something behind you and turn around to see an orange glowing circle leading into what looks like the ocean?! What the fuck?! Suddenly, the man runs toward you, and you scream thinking you’re about to get pushed in when suddenly he is literally thrown against the wall beside him.

“Bad,” you hear Ori squeak, and you turn your attention to them only to see their hand out in front of them and… is that magic coming out of their palm? “You made this complicated, young lady,” the man says, standing up again, and you turn your attention to him once more. “W-what-”

“I didn’t want to kill you, but it appears now I must. This child’s real mother interfered when I tried to take their powers the first time. It appears I’ll have to do what I did last time again,” he says, and your blood runs cold. Did this man just admit to murdering your sister? And did he just say he was going to murder you too? You were frozen in place when he started running at you again. This time, though, another portal looking thing appeared and another man stepped into Ori’s room, and the other guy was suddenly frozen mid-run. Max capacity for this room is you and Ori, by the way, so there was a lot going on in a space that did not hold that much. “You gave me quite the chase, Mordo, but it looks like it’s over,” this new guy says, and you break out of your frozen state to run over to Ori and pick them up.

The man named Mordo follows you with his eyes, and you glare at him. The man who saved you walks toward this Mordo character, but before he can do anything, he suddenly breaks out of the trapped state he’s in and starts swinging his staff at him. The guy who saved you and Ori curses under his breath, and suddenly, you’re pushed into a new location with him following. You look around, noticing that you’re somewhere with what looks like a bunch of antiques. “Sorry about that, I figured the best thing to do was flee here instead of completely destroying your place. Besides, I’m not so sure you would be able to handle the mirror realm, so I definitely wasn’t about to take you there. Now, let me explain everything that just happened.”

You blink and the next thing you know, you’re in a chair while Ori is preoccupied with a giant coloring book and multiple crayons. “Your sister’s child possesses a type of raw magical talent, and I’m afraid the man who broke into your home is going around and stealing magic from others who have it. I believe it would be beneficial for you and the child to live here for a period of time until I either apprehend him or Ori is able to defend themselves if needed.” “Uh… wait okay, hold on, what?”

“Well, I was pretty blunt with my explanation but-”

“No, I understood your explanation I’m just a little shocked over the fact that this little thing is magical, that Mordo dick literally murdered my sister, and now you’re telling me it would be beneficial if I moved into this place when I don’t even know who you are or where this place is and I don’t have any of my belongings and-“

“Calm down, (Y/n). I’ve had all your belongings transferred over to here already. My name is Stephen Strange, and I need to teach Ori about their powers before Mordo takes them from them,” Stephen explains, and you just stare at him. “I promise you this is to protect you and Ori. Mordo won’t stop until every sorcerer and sorceress no longer has magic. I can help.”

And that is how you ended up living in the Sanctum Sanctorum with Stephen Strange with Ori. This place was a lot nicer than your tiny two bedroom apartment, and the best part is you didn’t even have to pay rent. Even if you wanted to go to work, Stephen said it would be too much of a risk with the lunatic magic stealer still running around, so you couldn’t even work anymore. You mainly spent your time playing with Ori or walking around, tidying up and reading. Although you weren’t learning magic or anything. No matter how many times Stephen tried to convince you to.

Oh, speaking of Stephen, the two of you really hit it off. So much so that after about three weeks, Ori started calling him “daddy.” Both of you were taken aback by that and frantically tried to explain to them that, no, Stephen was in fact not their dad, but they weren’t having it. Of course, you found the sorcerer very attractive and didn’t necessarily hate the idea of him being Ori’s “dad,” but honestly, he probably didn’t feel the same and it would be so complicated having two magic users in the family are you kidding.

Nonetheless, Stephen did treat Ori like his child as well, which made you two talk even more than usual. After a while, you two knew each other better than anyone else. It started slow, with him just asking how your day was and how Ori liked their new home and such, but eventually faded into him asking how you were, no how you really were don’t give him that fine bullshit, what your favorite foods were, what you thought of his outfit, what you were doing later, all these things.

Of course, this all progressed after a few years. In fact, Ori was now five years old, and you have never met someone who advocated for you to get a significant other more than this kid. You always told them you didn’t have time, and that you would find one when you wanted to. Ori would then bring up the time that Stephen gave you the biggest room in the Sanctum when you got there, and the time that Stephen got you your favorite food because you had a bad day, and that time that Stephen took you out on the anniversary of your sister’s death to distract you from missing her and how he did that literally every year and, yeah. You get the point. Ori wanted you and Stephen to get together. And the damn kid was too smart and remembered literally everything at age 5 maybe you should just stop telling them stuff.

Then one day, Stephen approached you while Ori was busy practicing magic. “May I sit?” he asks, and you grin up at him, nodding. He sits next to you and clears his throat. “Ori has gotten very good, you know,” he says, and you nod. “Yeah. Their magic is really strong. And pretty. Prettier than yours, anyway,” you tease him, and he grins. “Well, that’s what happens when your magic is light based. It’s always a sight to behold.” “Light based?”

“Yes, their magic is unique, and they certainly have a flair for making someone’s day brighter,” he says, and you laugh. “Yeah. Well, I guess their name fits them.”

“Oh?” “Don’t tell me Mr. Sorcerer Supreme I-Am-An-Actual-Doctor-You-Know doesn’t know what Ori means.”

“Looks like I’m stumped.” “Wow. Okay, well Ori quite literally means ‘my light’ in Hebrew. I guess my sister named them well,” you explain, and Stephen nods. “Well, they certainly brought light to my life,” he says, and you grin. “Good, I’m glad. They brought light to mine as well,” you say, staring at them as they practice. You don’t even notice Stephen looking at you until he speaks, “The light they brought me was you, by the way.”

Needless to say, Ori got their wish of you and Stephen getting together.

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namooon · 4 years

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blame it on your love • (jjk)

jungkook longs for the love of his life from the inescapable four walls of prison.

warnings: fingering, stalking, cheating, low key slut-shaming, mentions of abuse & murder, rlly cryptic??, kook is kinda just a dick in this tbh

rating: explicit

word count: 3.4k

quick disclaimer, like any other fanfiction, i’m only using jungkook’s likeness in this, i in no way believe he would ever do any of this in real life. the name is from the song “blame it on your love” by charli xcx and lizzo lol!

Jungkook was young. That was pretty much all there was to it, in his opinion. He was young, dumb, and had a massive fucking crush. That’s the only reason he’s in jail right now and it was absolutely ridiculous. Now, of course he had crushes before. Girlfriends, too, but once he got to college and met you, everything he thought he knew about love turned out to be a lie. It started out when you walked into the study hall he was in, wearing his favorite outfit on you- a soft, pink, fuzzy sweater that had little cats on it with some tight leggings. Adorning your feet were cute little boots with heels that hardly gave you any height compared to him. You flipped your hair so sweetly over your shoulders that it couldn’t help enrapturing him, and when you passed his desk, God, the scent of your perfume could've had the strongest of men melting at your feet.

Love at first sight, of course. How could it be anything else? A select few would call you… out of his league, or, let’s say, too good for him. Too popular, too gorgeous, too smart. All of it was relative, though, because he just knew you loved him as much as he did you. It was a fiery, burning, passionate kind of love that you only read in the most romantic books and the best produced movies. You were his one true love. Sure, at first you didn’t feel the same, and, sure, your friends didn’t like him, but those things didn’t matter. His previous relationships were boring, same with the girls. They were all edgy and smoked too many cigarettes, choosing to ask him out because he was quiet, not because he was the type of guy that everyone wanted. He didn’t have any friends but himself and the four walls of his room and he was fine with that.

Until he saw you and all of yours. A dozen of them, at least, said hi to you on your way to the table of even more people, even more of them greeting you with bright smiles and eager hugs. And that would’ve been fine, too, if it wasn’t for the fact that most of them were boys, attractive boys who he was already so fucking envious of. Come on, who even has that many male friends, anyway? He sure didn’t, and he wasn’t even sexually attracted to them. Ridiculous. It was like you were screaming for his help from the very first second he knew you until the last.

You were a good girl, though, you’d never even been kissed before, you later told him. God, it made him ache to think about getting his hands on your soft, untouched skin, marking it up and claiming you as his, showing you off to all of your friends and letting them all know that you’re his and his alone. It still does, it’s almost all that gets him through nights, weeks, hell, months of solitary confinement. And could anyone really blame him? The way your sweet, soft eyes peered into his own the first time you actually spoke to him made him realize how precious and sweet you really were. You needed someone to protect you and guide you, someone who could show you everything he knew you were missing out on. Something that those… boys couldn’t give to you. He was young, yes, but he was more of a man than any of those other seniors were, more than they could’ve ever wished to be and he was determined to prove it to you.

It was the same day he met you, actually, that you first spoke to him. He was in an advanced forensics course that you just so happened to be in, too. The reason he was in that class, you later ask? His parents were murdered when he was young. Countless foster homes, failed adoptions, the works. Observing what led him to where he was at the time was something that was incredibly interesting to him. It’s not like he wanted to be a detective or anything, God, no, not at all. He was just interested in the patterns, the flaws, the mistakes, how… outright bad people were at covering up their tracks. Just interested.

“Do you want to be partners?” you’d asked, smiling with that little quirk in your lip, the way that allowed one of your eyes to squint up happily, more than the other. His heart fucking stopped, it was like the Earth stopped turning and it was only the two of you in the room. You wanted to work with him? On one of the biggest, longest assignments you’d be doing in the entire year? Fate. Unexplainably, 100%, pure fate. He said yes, why wouldn’t he have? How could he have denied you? The only way to get him to do something like that was if a gun was being held to his head. Even then, he would’ve fought his way into it, because this was already the first step in your relationship and he didn’t even have to try! He could practically taste the first date, the first kiss, your first time, it was all right there in that moment. You weren’t just partners on that case. You were partners in life.

Despite that, though, you turned out to be the downfall of your own love story. Who would’ve thought, right? You were the one to initiate it, and, he supposes, all good things do come to an end. Turns out, you were amazing at forensic analysis. Why wouldn’t you be? Everything about you added up to be perfect for him, of course you’d have the same passion. When you began working on the case, it was one that intrigued the both of you, about some love story where the girl’s father disapproved of their relationship because the boyfriend was… weird, of all things. You were interested because you related- your father was the reason you were a virginal, sweet little fawn in a world of wolves, ready to devour you. Jungkook was interested in the case because it was one of the first he’d heard of when he began doing his own investigations. He also thought it was complete bullshit that nobody had solved it and they had to resort to college students to help them. To him, it was obvious that the girl's boyfriend and her father were in some kind of battle and ended up killing each other, the autopsies showed just that. The girl, though, refused to say anything, poor thing, too shaken up over the fact that she’d lost the two most important men in her life. Jungkook thinks about that a lot, too.

The beginning of your relationship was filled with theories and passionate study sessions where the two of you bonded over superheroes and his worn Iron Man t-shirt, the reason you’d asked him to be your partner in the first place, actually. The first time you came into his room, he made sure to dust off the posters that had been hanging in his room for years, taking extra care in putting his vintage comics on his desk, right next to his dresser. Not only was it the first time you came into his room, it was the first time you came, too. Only a month into knowing each other and you’d let him take something sacred to you, not quite your virginity, but to him, it was all the same.

You were so needy, begging him to stop teasing you and let you receive the relief you’d been wanting for so long. He couldn’t get over it. You’d waltzed on into his room wearing a tight little skirt that made your legs look ten times longer, classy fishnet tights adorning them in a way that made him want to rip them off and sink his face into your sweet pussy. If Jungkook was on death row, that’s what he’d ask for. But he isn’t, and thinking of it like that makes him wish he was. You sat right on his bed, allowing your skirt to ride up like you wanted him to tie you up and spank you until you cried for him to stop. There was no doubt in his mind that you were teasing him, placing your hand on his thigh and giggling coyly when you started tracing the hemline of his grey sweats. Jungkook gave you a look, a playful glare that you responded with by kissing him. The two of you kissed for an hour probably, and it was amazing, even if it was your first time doing it. You tapped out within the first couple seconds, letting out fast, breathy sighs against his still-moving lips.

“K-kook, please,” he remembers you gasping when you absolutely couldn’t keep up anymore. Pleading for him to let you catch your breath so you could focus on grinding your damp cunt back and forth against his newly washed bedspread, with the kind of soap you liked and everything! He couldn’t believe that this was happening in front of him, having seen it before, with you unable to get off on top of your pillow or some bunched up blankets.... What? He’d been to your house, it’s only natural for him to remember where his crush lives, and with all of the forensic files stuffed into his head, he was worried about you. It was luck that allowed him to stumble upon you trying, and failing, to bring yourself to completion.

“Please, what, baby?” he asked. You let out the tiniest little whimper, hiding your face in his neck, completely new to this kind of thing. Allowing you a few more moments of struggle, he did what he does best and took control. “You want me to touch you? I bet you’re soaked, sweetheart, all over my bed sheets. What a shame.”

“Oh! S-sorry!” you stammered, barely moving yourself a centimeter away until his hand clasped the back of your blushing neck.

“I didn’t say that I didn’t like it,” he chuckled maneuvering your lips back onto his own. That continued for so long that you ended up in his lap, grinding against his much too hard cock until your lips were bruised and practically numb.

“W-what’s happening?” you asked, confused and innocent when his thumb stroked your overstimulated and rubbed-raw clit with malicious intent. Your orgasm was fast approaching, clearly the first one you’d ever had, and Jungkook didn’t want it to end yet. His thumb left, stroking your bottom lip and rubbing your wetness onto it.

“Don’t worry about it, baby, I promise it’ll feel so good,” he whispered, leaning in to gently suckle your sweet juices with a moan, purposefully slowing the grind of his hips against yours to edge you. He still wishes that he could’ve saved himself for you, wishes that his first real orgasm could’ve also been that night instead of when he was 16 and dating some girl who was probably infested with other men’s germs.

“But…” you began, furrow in your brow settling at his denial. He shushed you, kissing down your neck, subtly inhaling your scent and allowing his eyes to roll to the back of his head at it. Fingertips grazing the hem of your shirt, he stroked your inner thigh, sinking his teeth into your shirt when he realized that they were beginning to be covered in your juices. Fuck, what he would’ve done to flip you right onto your back and pound his cock into your tight little cunt, feel your tears of pleasure against his neck. It was something he regretted all the time, that he didn’t take your virginity before… well, it doesn’t matter, now. He ran his hand underneath your panties, extremely pleased at the soaking material sticking to your smooth slit. Middle finger just barely sinking into your tight, unused hole, his thumb met your clit and stroked the bud with fervor.

“Oh…” you gasped, fumbling your hands around and crumpling his shirt with your shaking hands. “That… oomph- t-that’s good,” you babbled, unsure whether to thrust your hips into the feeling or away from it.

“Yeah? Good, you deserve it, Y/N,” he mumbled, eyes focused on the task in front of him. He remembers you being unable to stop moaning, thankful that he lived on his own. Thankful that his parents weren’t around so there would be nothing to distract him from the absolute bliss he brought you to. He hopes that he ruined the chances of you finding someone better than him because of how amazing he made you feel. That no one could ever, ever be more of a man than he is.

It was a Saturday when you had your first orgasm, he knows the exact date, imprinting it in his mind. On Monday, you weren’t at school. Tuesday, either. In fact, you weren’t there for the following week and a half, forcing him to complete a large amount of work that the two of you could’ve split, but he didn’t care about that, really. Jungkook was freaking the fuck out. You weren’t at your house- no one was. It was empty and all of your valuable items had been removed from their rightful places (including a pair of lace panties, but he’ll never say whether they were missing before or after he searched your home) and not even your dog was there. Had someone broken in and killed you? Took your items and left you to rot in the woods? Killed your dog, too? Or were you hiding from him? He supposes that maybe the two of you were moving a little fast and could understand if you had reservations, but that doesn’t mean you needed to run away. You were- are his. How could you abandon your true love like that? The man who kind-of-not-really took your virginity?

It wasn’t long until he went searching for you, driving all around town and going through piles of mail that had been laying around for addresses you could potentially be at. Nothing. There was absolutely no trace of you anywhere, so he was forced to do something he’d never normally do, ever. Talk to your… friends. Those kids who sneered at people like him, quiet and weird. But he had to and decided to go to the most approachable person in your clique-y group, a boy named Seokjin who he once saw trying to buy condoms from a professor.

“Uh, hi,” he said, nodding his head the way that guys do (he thinks, but he’s only really ever had a couple acquaintances who were male in, like, 6th grade). “You know Y/N, right? We’re working on a project together and she’s been gone for a while. So, I’m just… wondering, yunno, where she is because you’re… friends.”

“Oh, you mean my girlfriend? She went on a trip with her family to the Bahamas. Funny story, actually, she wanted me to go with but I had work to do so she brought her dog,” he laughed, fondly. Girlfriend. The words “my girlfriend” did not come out of Jungkook's mouth. Girlfriend. Thinking about it now made him want to punch a fucking hole in the brick wall just so he could feel his knuckles hit the building, feel anything. Fond. If the two men could’ve switched places, he would’ve gone with you. He would’ve done it in a goddamn heartbeat. One that your… boyfriend… doesn’t have anymore. Girlfriend… Girlfriend! How did he not notice this? Seokjin was never at your house when Jungkook was (which was almost every single day), how the fuck did he miss this? A frazzled Jungkook was never a good one, but that was all he could be when you came home the next day, finding him pacing your room anxiously.

“Jungkook? What are you doing in my room?!” you’d shouted. It was difficult to detect what emotions you were feeling, to Jungkook. He couldn’t tell if you were angry or not, but he sure was. God, he was fuming. He wasn’t even seeing red, he was seeing pure crimson, dripping into a pool of even darker maroon. It just wasn’t fair! Why would you let him see you so vulnerable only to hand him his heart on a plate… one that you got from the fucking Bahamas. It wasn’t his fault that his rage blinded him in that moment, yet he regrets it more and more every day he has to stare at the steel toilet in front of his steelier bed. Having to bathe using the sink. Having to wash away his sins with the water that they probably poisoned with led just so he’d slowly go more insane than he already was. How could you do that to him? Let him into your life and finger you when you had a fucking boyfriend? The only logical conclusion he could come to was that Seokjin was either abusive or neglectful and you’d fallen in love with Jungkook as a coping mechanism.

It made perfect sense, why wouldn’t it? He understood. Years and years of being in the foster care system had given him the thickest skin imaginable but it didn’t mean he wasn’t hurting underneath. You were the first person he actually had faith in to bring him happiness and love. He refused to believe you would use him, even if it was just easier to blame it on your love than it was to blame it on your lies. You lied to him, led him on and let him believe that you actually cared about him with your tiny skirts and, goddamnit, your stupid, needy eyes. He cared about you, though, and he knew, deep in his heart, that Seokjin and your oppressive family were at fault. When they told you that you couldn’t do something, you felt you needed to rebel, why wouldn’t you? And when Seokjin asked you out, what were you going to do, say no? He was an idiot but he was probably a good head or two taller than you with broad shoulders that were even a little intimidating to Jungkook. Thinking about how the older man probably cornered you and coerced you into dating him made him so fucking livid that there was no way he could sit there and live with himself without doing something.

He got what he deserved and so did your family, in his opinion. You were safe from oppression, from pain, neglect, everything that was wrong in your life! He might’ve snapped the night you got back from your trip, but he was so sick of things not going his way. Either way, he wanted you to be happy. Wants you to be happy. He just forgot how damn good you were at forensics. And, sure, maybe sometimes he still feels upset over the fact that he was trying to protect you and you returned the favor by throwing him into a steely cell where all he could do was think of your face. Think of how judgemental you were when you saw him in your room when you got back from the Bahamas.

He felt like sometimes you both deserved to be in solitary confinement. He’s never truly forgiven your infidelities and he was in no way… okay with them. No, quite the opposite. You were his and he didn’t fucking care if you thought you could get away with it, it was fate! Maybe you weren’t as innocent as he thought you were. If he really thinks about it, you weren’t as tight as he expected a virgin to be, you had countless pairs of lingerie, and all of those friends who were boys… Seokjin… Maybe you both deserved to be in this room, right now. Maybe. All he was trying to do was protect you from the terrors of life, the dirty, the grotesque. Any girl would want that, any girl should want that! Constantly, he felt your betrayal sinking into his bones and stirring in his heart until it was mushy and raw. Nonetheless, he’s fine. He’s okay. He hopes that you are too, even if you weren’t satisfied with him or his attempts at giving the two of you a happy ending. Everybody deserves happy endings, even the two of you. It wasn’t quite there, yet, but he knew that with a little more work on his part, you could be right where he wants you.

ugh.... idk why but i hate >:( this >:( i finished it in august and haven’t read it since but i feel like it’s weighing down on my writing progress on this app so here it is! i think i intended to make it into a series but i’m not sure how far i’m willing to go with it at this point so i’ll just leave it as is and see how i feel later on

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#jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook scenario #jungkook smut #jungkook scenario #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts smut

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bakugous-bakahoe · 4 years

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It’s a bike not a truck (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

The image is not mine

Warning: A bit of a manga spoiler

Masterlist

Next up: Denki Kaminari x reader (Requested)

Summary: Bakugou and the reader go on a date but in the middle of the date the Bakusquad interrupt their date.

Bakugou POV

This date was going great (Y/N) is having fun, I was getting toys for her every chance get. I wanted to get a big ass stuffed animal but this fucking games are fucking rigged.But i did get her a bunch of little ones that she had to hold them all in a bag. Now we were walking around seeing all the roller coaster, games, food stand and a giant ferris wheel.

I could noticed that she was staring at the ferris wheel and the she started to talk to me.”Can we go on the ferris wheel?” she looked up at me while pointing at the machine. I looked up at the machine and started to say.

“How about we eat something before we go ride it.” I said to her

“Okay, what should we eat? There a lot of stands around here.” She asked has she grabbed my hand and intertwined her fingers with mines. When we got close the section of the food stand. (Y/N) looked around and pointed at one of the open tables. When we sat down and i started to say.

“Well, we got Pizza, tokoyaki, funnel cake and some other shit. What would you like to eat.”

“How about we share some tokoyaki with that spice sauce you like.” I raised my eyebrow.

“Okay, be right back” I went to the shop that was selling the type of food and ordered the plate with a couple of drink. Wile i waited i looked around my surrounding. There a lot of people tonight good thing i bought the tickets in advanced if not i think they would have been sold out. The worker called my order and i picked it up the tray and started to walk back to the table.

The second that i could start to see the table i saw yellow, red, pink, purple and (H/C). God damn it, no, not now, not here. Why are you idiots here. I got closer and i could hear laughter, I walked further and (Y/N) saw me and pointed to to her side. When she pointed at her side everyone turned around and saw me. I place the tray on the table and sat next top her.

“Baku-bro! What are you doing here?” Said Kirishima all excited.

“It’s non of you business.”

“There an even greater question at hand. What are you guys doing here together?” Mina questioned has she looked at me while on the other side of (Y/N).

“It’s obvious they are on a date” Kaminari said with a shit eating grin on his face.

“WHAT!” Yelled Mina, Kirishima and Sero. While Shinsuo was just stoic face.

“Baku-babe, you finally grown some ball.” Said Raccoon eyes while sticking her tongue out at me.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU BITCH!”

“Katsuki, calm do--”

“Finally going to get your dick wet, and not be so god damned mad all the time.” Knock off pikachu interrupted. I could give a shit right now because what he said made me even madder.

“Deki!” Sero yelled.

“Sero can you tape his mouth?” Shinsuo asked and he just gave him a thumbs up and proceeded to take some tape of his elbow.

“Wait no.” Sinsuo grabbed him and Sero taped his mouth.

“(Y/N), why didn’t you tell anything to us girls?” Mina said has she wrapped her hands around her arm.

“I’m sorry, Mina. We were trying to keep it a secret until we were sure.” she confess to her best friend. “But anyway, Katsuki let’s eat the food going to get cold”

“W sat back down and decided to eat out meal. After we ate out food Mina decided to take (Y/N) to play skee-ball. While the guys decided to pull me away to go play bumper karts. I was even more pissed this date was turning out to be horrible. Why in the hell did this idiots have to interrupted. So, i took out my anger out my smacking into Denki.

“C’mon, bro. Why are you so made?” Kirishima yelled at me while he bumped into Sero.

“Yeah this amusement park is cool as hell.” Pikachu yelled has he bumped me and i got even madder and bumped into Shinsuo.

“SHUT UP.”

“His just mad because Mina stole his girl.” Shinsuo said and before i could say anything a bell went off alerting us that our time was up.We got off the karts and went on our way, i went faster then the rest of them.

“Bakugou don’t leave us.” Sero yelled, I just kept walking further away from them until I spotted the girls and went their way. When I got closer to them the saw me and stopped. The girls had bags of candy and when Mina spotted the other boys she took tiny bags full of hard candy, gummies, lollipops and other types candies.

They took their bags and start to open it and eat their candy. When i looked back at (Y/N) was eating cotton candy, she looked up at me and moved her hand forward has asking me if i wanted any.n. I shake my head no and i could see that her other hand was full with bags. She moved her hand forward and i said no agan, That is when she swallowed the piece of candy that she had in her mouth and started to say.

“Babe, i’m asking you to hold it i want to give you something.

“Oh.” I grabbed the base of the sugar treat and she starts to search in one her bags, She took out a orange plastic bah with decorating on it. The bag was filled with candy just like the other but she was about to give to me she said.

“I bought this candies just for you the shop owner told me that this are spicy and i got them for you.” She said with a smile on her face and placed the bag on myu other hand.

“Thank you.” I took one of the gummy candies and ate one. I could feel my cheeks getting warmer, I could also feel eyes on us. This was getting embarrassing, just leave, I turned around and started to yell.

“WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT!” I grabbed (Y/N) ans stated walking way from them. I could start to hear them yell at us.

“Bakugo is finally a man. He’s finally a man.”Kirishima said with tears coming out of his eyes.

“Keep it PG, Bakugo.” Yelled Mina has she waved at (Y/N), has she waved back.

“He’s definitely going to become a man now.” Said Kaminari.

“Kaminari do me a favor.” Shinsuo asked him,

“Yea-” The second that Kaminari responded his eyes were frosted over meaning that he was under Shinsuos control.

“Now Kaminari, punch your self in the face.” When he said that Kaminari punch himself square in the nose.

“Really, Kaminari. Are you a dumb-ass.” Sero said, then he took his tape and wrapped it around Kaminari who at this point was bleeding from his nose. We just kept walking away from them.

We were far away from them, so i stopped and grabbed (Y/N) hands correctly and intertwined my fingers with her. I looked down at her and she was looking at me with a smile that very much like. We kept walking and we were around a lot of rides but i was interested in one in a particular ride that was at the end of all the booths.

“Bakugou, where are we exactly going?” She asked me with curiosity all over her face.

“Just wait until we get there.” I said with my normal tone voice. That is were we saw it the ferris wheel. Luckily the line was empty, so that was great.

“We’re going to the wheel!” She said all exited, looking up at me.

“Yeah, i told you we would go once we finish eating.” I said without looking at her, because i know that if i looked at her i was going to blush even harder then I already am.

Once we got to the front of the line the worker asked for out ticket and i gave them. When the workers small door for the ride and (Y/N). Before I got in I asked one of the workers if he could stop the ride at the very top. Once i got in she sat on the opposite side of the cart. She started looking at her surroundings.

This is the only time i could sit down with out getting made fun off. How the hell did i get so fucking lucky. She is sweet, caring, nice and very soft spoken. So, how the fuck did get to be with someone so fucking nice. I still don’t understand.

“I’m sorry.” For the first time in my damn life. God i feel fucking weird, (Y/N) was even more surprised. Because she had her eyes widened .

“What do you mean you’re sorry.” She raised her voice.She stood up and sat next to me."

“This most be the worst date you've ever been to. I wanted this to be something special but it’s not” I was looking down at my hands. She grabbed the side of my face and turned my head to face her. I was now looking at (E/C) orbs.

“Katsuki, just because our friends found out that we are dating it doesn’t mean that it was a bad date.” (Y/N) said while pleasing her other hand on the other side of my face.

“Are you sure? Because that walking charger doesn’t know when to shut his damn trap.” I said angrily.

“Katsuki, if we take what Kmainari says to heart, we might as well be idiots like him.” She said while laughing. I smirked. The ride stopped signaling us that we’re at the top, we look out the window and we could see the whole park. Her eyes were shining from all the light of the park.

“You might be right” I turned her face to face me. We were close enough that we could feel each other breath. I got a bit closer and kissed her. The kiss didn’t last that long.

“Have I ever mentioned that your kisses are great?” She said

“Ha, Of course they are great.” I said with a bit of a smirk.

“You say that has if you ever had a girlfriend.”

“OI!” She just laughed

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more-stuff-of-pi · 4 years

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Promises and Threats and the Kisses in Between

a/n: how is it that the one fic that I’m really not sure about is also my longest one? i’m a clown, that’s how. dedicated to mom and all the Makki simps out there. lmk how to better characterize our good boi :’(

notes: it might not be v clear but this is a college!au technically. i did not re-read this at all so apologies in advance. i’m also the worst at tenses ugh! requests are open :) find my masterlist here

pairing: hanamaki takahiro x fem!reader | genre: minor angst (w/lots of fluff) | warnings: swearing | word count: 2,618 (edited: 11/12/20)

The odd thing about being sad is that there were different types of sad. There was the kind of sad that had you screaming into a pillow for release. There was the kind of sad that had you feeling like someone had scraped your throat with sandpaper and had forced you to chop onions for hours. And then there was the kind of sad that left you feeling hollow, amiss. At first, you might think that you’re having an off day or that you’re simply in a bit of a ‘funk’. But then, as the day drags on and nothing -- not even mindlessly binging a new season or the same one you’ve seen a million times -- offers you a sense of fulfillment, you come to understand that you’re experiencing a kind of sad.

That kind of sad is one that pulls you in like a siren’s call, subtle and sweet, almost, until you notice that your head is sinking under water and your hand is desperately clutching at nothing but air. It’s the kind of sad that you suffer quietly, settling over you without rhyme or reason. The kind of sad that’s like water in a pot. Once it’s hot enough, it comes boiling over, raging and uncontrollable until someone turns off the heat.

You were feeling that kind of sad -- you had had a rough day to say the least.

And it wasn’t anything in particular that had sent you spiralling. Rather, your insecurities that you’d locked away neatly had sprung free like Pandora’s box, crawling and fighting and clawing their way out, smiling demons emerging victoriously from their solemn slumber. You had tried for hours to ignore them, flinging yourself into meaningless tasks. When that didn’t work, you tried shoving them back inside. Needless to say, that also did not work.

Which is how you found yourself staring at your phone, Hanamaki Takahiro’s contact glaring up at you. You had been like that for a few minutes, apparently hoping that some spirit would possess you and just push the damn call button for you already. But, you sighed, it seemed like you would have to find the courage to do it yourself. And it’s not like you should even need the courage! This asshole was your best friend of nearly ten years, whether he or you liked it or not, and there shouldn’t be a single problem in pushing that fucking button.

And yet, that was another thing about this kind of sad. It made you feel utterly, hopelessly, simply… alone.

But you had more faith in your friendship than what any kind of sad could tell you otherwise.

You pushed the damn call button.

“Yo,” Hanamaki picked up on the third ring. “What’s up, shithead?” In the background you heard guns blazing and dramatic music swelling to its climax.

You chuckled weakly, doing your best to reply as usual. “Nothing much, ugly.”

“Whoa, you okay? That had none of your typical asshat-ery to it.” Leave it to Hanamaki to notice that your insults had less bite than normal.

“Maybe I’m feeling nice,” you tried to cover.

“You? Being nice? To me?,” Makki questioned and you could hear his teasing smile, “Never.”

“Like anyone would ever be nice to a moron like you,” you heard someone in the background say. Matsukawa, maybe.

“Makki! We’re in the middle of a movie, put the phone away!” You could tell immediately from the nickname and the ever present whine that it was Oikawa which meant that it was definitely Matsukawa from before which meant that Iwaizumi was also present.

“Oh, shit, sorry. I forgot you had guys’ night or whatever the hell Oikawa makes you call it,” you apologized, tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt. On second thought, it might have been Hanamaki’s. It was certainly large enough to be.

You heard Hanamaki move, the background noise growing more distant. “Nah, don’t worry about it. He’s making us watch some stupid fucking alien movie that I swear he’s seen, like, fifteen times.”

“This is only my eighth time, jeez!”

Oikawa yelped as Iwaizumi undoubtedly hit him. “Shut it, Trashykawa.”

“Atta boy, Iwaizumi,” Makki cheered, drawing himself further from the noise. You heard a click of a door, assuming he had found a separate room. “So? What’s up?”

“Oh. Nothing,” you half-lied. There was something wrong, you supposed, you just didn’t know what.

“Bullshit,” Hanamaki said firmly, “you’re a terrible liar. Something’s bothering you and you never call unless you either need something or you had a shitty day.”

You scoffed. “I call you just to call you!”

“Last time you called me you asked me to get you a meat bun and you hung up before I could say anything,” Makki reminded you, amusement clear in his voice.

“Okay, well,” you said sheepishly, “it worked. So… there.”

He laughed, the sound light and mischievous. It never failed to make you smile, even if the smile now was small and half-hearted. “You’re such a dork.”

“Why thank you, I try.”

“Yeah, sure seems like it half the time.”

You would have punched him if he were there with you. “Hey!”

“You said it first, not me,” he chuckled. He waited for a few moments, perhaps for you to say something, but you honestly didn’t know what to say. You were sad but you didn’t know why and you felt like the whole world was against you. It was a miracle you were even able to call Hanamaki in the first place. He sighed. “Meat buns or Pocky?”

The question startled you as your brows knitted together. “What?”

“Fuck it, I’ll just bring both. I’ll be at yours as soon as I can.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to stop Hanamaki. “Hana, wait, no--”

A door opened and the background noise of the movie became clearer as Makki moved yet again. “Yo, Shittykawa! Got any Pocky?”

“Get away from my kitchen, you snack monster!” you heard the man squawk.

“Nevermind, I’ll just get it with the meat buns. Oh,” Makki seemed to remember that he hadn’t hung up on you and softly said, “I’ll see you in thirty minutes, Y/n.” And the line went silent.

“What the hell?” you whispered to yourself. You glanced outside your window, surprised that it was already dark outside, meaning that you had wasted away your entire day. You didn’t know what you expected to come out of talking with Hanamaki, but it certainly wasn't for him to ditch his friends to come see you. You sighed, flopping back across your bed and closing your eyes to take a few moments to focus on your breathing. The pilates girls on campus were always preaching about how good it was to take a few centering, meditative breaths throughout the day. Hanamaki and you constantly snickered at their bullshit but right now, you honestly felt as if you were a dam with a weak point, just waiting for that one final push to break you. So if the pilates girls were right and this whole centering bullshit ended up not being complete bullshit and it didn’t hurt to just breathe -- what the hell, might as well try something. All of your previous attempts turned out to be useless, so what harm could deep breaths do? You honestly were just hoping to keep your mind occupied until Hanamaki apparently showed up on your doorstep, ditching his old high school teammates he only gets to see every now and then in favor of coming to see your mopey ass. He just saw through you so easily -- a spy career was out of the cards for you, you mused -- that it was almost infuriating. All because the usual insult that you fling his way sounded a little less bitchy. Damn him and his stupidly keen intuition.

The breathing thing must have worked because, before you know it, your door is opening and Hanamaki is calling out a casual “Yo!” as he lets himself in.

You groan, forcing yourself to get up and actually greet him. He’s in your kitchen, shuffling through the fridge to find the beer you keep for him hidden in the back. You can tell he’s been sweating, beads of it lightly dripping down his temples. “You stink, ugly.”

Makki turns around beer in hand, lifting an eyebrow at you. “Nice to see you, too.”

“You’re sweating, what else am I supposed to say?”

He rolls his eyes, clutching dramatically at his heart. “I ran here from the station and I even brought you food and this is how you repay me? Some friend.” He gestures to the bag sitting on your countertops. “You’re welcome, by the way,” he adds, sipping from his beer.

"Hana, you didn't have--"

Hanamaki huffs, lazily waving your words away. "Yeah, yeah, but food always helps when you're feeling down and you've been nagging me to get you meat buns for the past two weeks." He gave you a pointed look. “So consider this as me caving. I even got you Pocky, too.”

You persist, "Still--"

"Listen," he sighed, glancing at you, his features almost bored, "I know you're sad and there's nothing wrong with a guy wanting to be there for his best friend, now is there?"

(Your heart did a weird thing and you knew it was because he had called you his best friend but you had always been that and would continue to always be that, so what was the problem?)

You shifted your feet, tugging at the hem of your shirt. "Well, no, but guys night--"

"Whatever, I see those guys every month,"

You quirked your brows. "You see me almost every day, Hana, we go to the same college."

"Yeah, but I actually like you instead of those dweebs. Plus, you’re sad. I’d be a dick if I just ignored that." Hanamaki made his way over to your couch, perching onto the arm, facing you and nursing his stolen drink.

You crossed your arms as you leaned against the counter. “You’re really annoying for being able to do that, by the way.”

“For being able to do what?”

“For being able to tell that I’m sad! Sometimes a girl just wants to be sad by herself.”

Makki quirked his brow. “You called me, princess.” You swallowed the heat that wanted to rise at hearing your best friend call you that.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have,” you choked out defiantly.

Hanamaki grins as you huff, snatching a box of the mint chocolate biscuit sticks and tearing into it, crunching one into your mouth. You glared at him as you swallowed the treat, his stupidly cute smirk doing its best to coax more warmth to flood your system.

“You’re feeling better now, yeah?” he asks, after a minute. You nod reluctantly to which he chuckles, grin never once leaving his face. “So you don’t mind if I tell you something?”

You cock your head to the side, a little confused. Usually the asshole doesn’t hesitate to ask you the most invasive questions so you can only wonder. "Tell me what?"

Makki nods, chugging the rest of his beer – you didn’t notice how little of it was left in the first place – and sets the bottle down onto the coffee table. "It's been on my mind for a really long time, now. Like, months. Years, even."

"That's surprising, I didn't know you could think for that long."

A wide grin split over his mouth. "Oh, shut it."

A matching smile lifts the corners of your mouth. "So, Hana, what has your brain so occupied? You need all the space you can get up there."

He exhales a shaky, laughing breath. You wonder why he seems so nervous. He never gets nervous. There's even a flush to his cheeks that you don't think is just from the beer. “I think," he says slowly, methodically," I’m in love with you. No, I know I’m in love with you.”

Your heart feels like it comes to an utterly abrupt stop. You swear you can feel it seize up. Heat climbs up your body, swirling throughout. Maybe you should have cleaned your ears while you were waiting for him to show up, you don't think you heard him correctly. “What?”

“My stupid fucking heart does this really stupid fucking thing where it feels like it can skip a beat when you call me ugly. My goddamn lungs feel like they are entirely incapable of breathing properly when I’m around you because I just love you so much–”

“That sounds like a personal problem,” you blurt out, wincing at your lack of self control.

Makki stops and just stares at you. Your fingers immediately find the hem of your shirt once again, playing with it to distract you from the total fool that you made of yourself. But, then again, that wasn’t anything new around Makki… who continues to just stare at you. And then he’s bursting into fits of laughter, trying to hold them in and only making the choking sounds worse.

“Did you– did you just… fucking insult me while I was confessing? Ouch,” he wheezed.

“I– This doesn’t happen to me very often, Hanamaki, how the hell else do you expect me to react?”

He quieted and for the first time when he looked at you, he looked almost shy. Almost. He was still the same calm and collected Hanamaki Takahiro that you had grown to adore. “Maybe for you to say that you love me, too?”

Your breathing hitched and you finally allowed yourself to admit that your heart always did weird things around your best friend because you were maybe, sort of, wholeheartedly in love with him too.

“Is this how you cheer girls up when they’re sad? By telling them that you love them?”

His smile is soft and kind. “Only the ugly ones.” You groaned, covering your face at his idiocy. “And the ones I get to call mine.”

Your heart fluttered as you peeked at him from beneath your hands. “There better only be one.”

“Is..." he takes a deep breath, "Is that ‘one’ gonna be you?”

You gulp underneath his serious stare, entirely unused to it. “O-Only if you don’t mind being the uglier half.”

It takes a moment for him to register your words and watching him do so is like watching fireworks explode. His whole body lights up and his face is quick to be reignited with his signature grin, his eyes beaming with joy and pride. In order to do something, anything but look at Hanamaki, you snatch up another Pocky, stuffing it into your mouth.

Emboldened by your return of his affections, Hanamaki slinks over, bracing himself against the counter with his arms on either side of you. A hand comes to gently guide your chin to look at him. Impossibly, his smirk grows wider as he bravely leans in and bites down on the half of the Pocky sticking straight out of your mouth. His eyes are alive with amusement in the face of your embarrassment. Honestly though, you couldn't tell if you were more mildly disgusted or vaguely turned on.

"If you don't fucking kiss me, I'll kiss you myself." It was impossible not to glance at his lips.

His grin widens, licking at his lips hungrily. "Is that a promise or a threat?"

"Both," you breathe, butterflies battering around your stomach like crazy.

"Nice," he grins and then you’re both diving in for a kiss, both of your hearts swelling with joy and amusement and the pleasurable insanity of being in love with your best friend.

So here’s to promises and threats and the kisses in between.

taglist: @samwrights

#oop man i feel like hana's characterization is way off but aaaaggghhhhh #you only learn with practice #hanamaki takahiro x reader #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki takahiro #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #promises and threats and the kisses in between #what a longass title i am so sorry #another midnight thirty posting whoot whoot

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ellie-reacts · 3 years

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Vampire Diaries s1 e10

- "I know you. you're always one step from a maybe. a tiny nudge to yes" lmao further proof why this man is absolute dogshit

- *ignores old man* *doesn't ignore female jogger* folks. folks i'm gonna bust down a door and smack some ppl with my fucking bat

- MELISSA MCCALL???? why'd you have to do her dirty like that vd writers

- logan scumfell... god, i love jenna

- *ominous bell tinkle*

- damon, who was the problem all along “i’m sorry what? another attack? i think the fuck not”

- lmao it looks like tyler is talking to his twin (from the back) and it’s wild

- “she needs someone nice like him” [bonnie talking about caroline and matt] she needs stable friends who talk to her so she can not worry about relying on a relationship

- bonnie, speaking the truth w/ “what kind of future could you have had with him, if he stayed?”

- you son of a bitch, stefan salvatore, can you stick to one decision you’ve ever made

- sob. relationships *pukes*

i jest but also, the amount of pressure that’s put on everyone to be in a relationship and the fact that it plays out like that with everyone then getting into relationships? the fact that caroline swings from one relationship to the next, even as we’ve already seen her insecurities surrounding this kinda stuff? makes me. so sad/annoyed

- DAMON STOP COMPULSING CAROLINE I SWEAR TO GOD

- logan fell is currently hunched over like a gremlin grousing about being turned into a vampire

- “next thing I know, I can’t get into my house because my foot won’t go through the door!”

“you have to be let in”

“I live alone”

“that sucks”

there is something to be said about two asshole characters having banter. it’s kinda funny. especially as one is actively threatening and has already shot the other

- the fact that matt and elena mainly only talk when she and stefan are on the outs? so annoying. infuriating. where’s the relationship depth. where’s the fact that they’ve known each other for years. why can’t they stay platonic

- caroline in the background, knowing that she’s second to elena in matt’s view? i feel so bad for her

- logan fell should not be trusted with state secrets lmao

- is logan using wooden bullets? I thought that we’d seen a vamp get shot w/ regular bullets in an earlier episode and it didn’t affect them at all. i am confusion

- i love seeing stefan realizing “what the fuck do you mean logan fell is here? i killed the mf” except he can’t say that out loud because, y’know, no one else knows that logan even died in the first place

- i personally think that jenna should get the right to murder logan fell. give her a baseball bat and fifteen minutes.

- LET CAROLINE ADVANCE AS A CHARACTER 2020

- like seriously,,, her character is just,,, a sad punching bag pretty much

- creepy semi-sexual threats from logan fell @ the sheriff. not appreciated.

- heheh,,, Jeremy and Tyler fighting,,,, Tyler getting pulled away by his dad,,, Jeremy getting pulled away by Alaric,,,,,,,, poetic cinema

- if someone’s car is their home does that mean a vampire needs permission to get in. would they be able to open the door to the car or would it sizzle their fingies? i’m geniunely interested now

- THATS A LOT OF BLOOD ON THAT WINDSHIELD. HEY. HEY LOGAN? JUST WANNA TALK

- Monsiuer Lockwood, you’re the mayor and you’re trying to run a fucking dogfighting ring but the participants are your child and a high school freshman (haha dogfighting,,, cuz later show events. i guess that kinda makes sense but also his character is a dick)

- “i think it’s important to foster young mings” logan, you think it’s important to concuss young minds you jackass

- do y’all have tire irons in your car? is that a normal thing to have?

- HAHAAAAA “what’s your problem man” as it pans to a shot of tyler w/ the full moon RIGHT behind him and he goes “i dunno man”. like. this is such heavy-handed foreshadowing

- this man really just turned his entire back on elena mid-kiss. this is. this is a weird shot.

- “i am not having a good time in this chilis tonight” i type as i scroll instagram to ignore the intense making out / semi-sex scene happening on camera

- logan, getting taken down in like under a minute: hdkfj

alaric: heehaw, back i go to flirting

- oooo is elena gonna find-- YES SHE IS GOING TO FIND THE PICTURE OF STEFANS EX KATHERINE WHO DOES IN FACT LOOK EXACTLY LIKE YOU ELENA. YES YOU SHOULD BE CONCERNED LMAO

- “ready to sex it up”

“wait i gotta light 50 candles”

- stefan, you stupid man, you left the picture of katherine out on your table while you got smexy w/ elena

- what the fuck is this creature in the road

#vampire diaries #logan fell #jenna gilbert #melissa mccall #damon salvatore #tyler lockwood #caroline forbes #matt donovan #bonnie bennett #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #jeremy gilbert #alaric saltzman #katherine pierce

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harveywritings92 · 5 years

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Cheater! Tim Drake x Reader Part 1

The following is a non profit fan based story Batman, Red hood, Nightwing etc. belongs to DC Comics please support the official release.

I gain no profit from this nor do I own anything other then OCs and whatever sprouts from my imagination. Thanks for reading!

Y/n practically flew up the steps of Wayne manor she was so excited! She had to tell Tim, she got the voice acting gig she'd trying for Outta Wack productions! she was a voice actress and apart of the Trophy Scavenger team effective next week! She knocked and ringed the doorbell.

Dick eating a bowl of cereal answered "ey y/nf!" he greeted as he swallowed a spoon full of Trix he moved aside to let her in Jason who was reading Terry Pratchett's Mort nodded and grunted at her as the h/c merrily walked inside "Is Tim in his room? I got big news!" She chirped and went upstairs practically skipping.

Dick chuckled at her enthusiasm then back to watching cartoons. When it slowly dawned on the brothers; they were pretty sure they both heard Y/n getting 'busy' with Tim in his room, they blanched as Dick was the first to speak "w-wait if Y/n just got here...." Jason whipped his head towards the stairs. "The who the hell is up there with Tim?!" Dick dropped his bowl while Jason bolted over couch and they ran upstairs to catch up with Y/n.

only hear a horrified "WHAT THE FUCK!" the two almost trip when they stopped in front of Tim's room to see a shocked and crying Y/n who was staring at Steph and Tim who were both naked and staring at the three stunned. no one moved nor said anything when a hollow bitter laugh came from the h/c a few seconds of her laughter she spoke up.

"Jaime was fucking right..." she snorted as tears blurred her vision. "You fucking bastard! You knew I was cheated on in my last relationship! How could you!?"she demanded as taking a step towards them Dick held her back as the 'couple' flinched, the h/c was hands were shaking she so fucking distraught she "He and Bart told me you had a thing for Steph...Did I fucking listen--"

Y/n shook her head "No, Y'know what?...Fuck this! Fuck you both! you deserve each other!" She then turned to Tim took out the cellphone he had gotten her and threw it at him, the phone hit the raven haired boy in the head causing it to turn on and a picture of himself and Y/n came up on the lock-screen he looked down at it dazed.

"Never come near me again...I hate you Timothy Drake." she spat venom dripping off of every word Tim look sick as he watched her shove passed Dick and Jason who were still staring stunned that Tim would betray Y/n like this.

"I'm gonna go make sure Y/n's alright, help her get home..." Jason muttered and followed after the heartbroken girl, While Dick just shook his head in disbelief at his younger brother disappointment and shame clear in his eyes "Way go Tim, you got the girl you always wanted..." said boy had yet to move from his spot eyes still glued to the phone screen.

Y/n... the way she looked at him with devastation and malice, her words kept echoing in his head "...I hate you Timothy Drake" Every word felt like a dagger was twisting into his heart...Why? He wasn't in love with Y/n...he just using her,right? that was the plan...act as a rebound. Make Steph jealous then break-up with Y/n before it got too serious (he skipped that step.) and start dating Steph...after all that, He couldn't have fallen for Y/n, right?

The answer was pretty clear as his blue eyes stayed on the screen, focus on Y/n's happy face, it was mocking him. Tim felt dirty as every memory and moments they had shared together started replaying in his head. Tim hadn't realized he was crying until a few tears landed on the cellphone. He hadn't even noticed Steph curse him out and leave.

Needless to say, the last couple weeks wasn't much of a shock to anyone. Steph wanted nothing to do with Tim, she punched him in the face when he tried talking to her, "You two timing sleaze! I had to find out from Barb, you and Y/n were dating for almost a year and six months! You lying son of a bitch!" she hit him again then called him every name in the book;

Tim just stood there and took it knowing he deserved every bit of it "Well I hope it was fucking worth it, because we're through!" She yelled before storming off. And as for Y/n nobody seen or heard from her since the incident, and no one would tell him where she was, He asked Jason who was the last person to see her and he told Tim to shove it.

He ended up going to Y/n's apartment and a shady looking guy answer the door. Tim's jaw clenched he was pissed thinking Y/n had gotten together with this guy! he pushed himself passed the guy and looked around the apartment. His anger soon turned to fear and confusion to see all her stuff was gone and unpacked boxes littered the living room.

"Hey, you can't ju-" The guy reached for Tim's shoulder only for the teen to grab his hand and bend it behind the man's back."Who the hell are you, what are you doing here?" the teen hissed the man winced feeling Tim's hold tighten he stuttered out his name and how he just bought the place from some depressed chick who's boyfriend cheated on her.

"How..do you know about that?"

"S'what the neighbors told me, I take it the boyfriend is you?"

"Where's the girl now?"

"I don't know! some animation company hired her out of state...She's gone."

Tim's eyes widened he dropped the guy and just stared at his feet, the teen was silent for a few seconds then apologized walked out of the apartment and just as he was about leave he heard the guy speak up.

"Y'know love is pretty confusing kid, Some are together for life... others aren't so great at it...But that doesn't stop them from trying, I hope it works out for the both of ya's..." Tim frowned taking what the guy said to heart and walked down the stairs and out into the street he stared blankly at the sky for a minute.

Figures it would be a beautiful sunny day while he's miserable, he then locked on to to some trash cans that were left out, a sudden rush of anger overcame the teen his foot came up kicking one of them sending it crashing into a wall denting it.

Tim let out a shaky breath then continued back to his car, thinking about how he had picture perfect life and a girl who loved him. and not for money, fame or any other form of greed. But loved him for being his own horrid self...And he threw that all away, because he couldn't let go of a stupid crush!

Tim looked at Y/n's phone which was resting on his dash, He stared at it forlornly she must've known he put a tracker in it...Clever girl, Too bad he was to hung up on getting Steph to like him to notice at the time... It was a long drive back to the manor, Tim stayed hulled up in his room burying himself in work only coming out for patrol or if Alfred forced him out to eat, he made the wrong call and he's paying for it.

2 years later...

"Tim my boy, someone your age should have a nice girl by his side..." And old man boasted to the young CEO, Tim mentally rolled his eyes annoyed and exhausted, listening to Mr. Georgeman boast about his grand-niece, every fricken time he went to gala, there was always some old money or debutante type who would try to set him up with their pretty young niece,cousin,daughter or granddaughter...

And every time he'd turn them down...he learned a long time ago saying that he'd "think about it." gave the parents and the girl false hope and the wrong impression; dates would be set up without his knowing, or he'd show up to a "lunch meeting" and see a living barbie doll dressed to the nines waiting for him.

which would end in tears and embarrassment for them both when he turned them down, or the girls would show up at his job or apartment whining and wondering why he stood them up.

Now whenever ever a meeting was set up he'd double check to see who set it up and message them to cancel, it saves him the embarrassment and spares the girls their feelings. Tim was pulled out of his reverie by the old man patting his shoulder.

"Well Mr.Drake would you be interested in my Luba?" the raven haired boy's eye twitched just a bit..."Erm... I'm sorry sir, I'm not looking for a relationship at the moment." Mr. Georgeman bristled at Tim's rejection and stomp away into the crowed which Tim surveyed he sighed checking his watch wondering if he's at that point where he's stayed long enough? and it was nearly quarter-past nine...

Tim hummed and slipped away from the ball room and out into the hotel lobby, when he saw a group of girls gasp when they saw him, They advanced towards him, Till one of them noticed something over his shoulder and shrieked excitedly, Tim sighed annoyed waited for the person to rush up to him and ask for a selfie or whatever only for the person to yell.

"Oh my god it's Y/n L/n!" Tim blinked Y/n...his Y/n? he whirled around as the girls forgot about him, and made a beeline for the h/c who wasn't alone he saw Jaime and Bart with her, but that's not what he was focus on...

His eyes instead were focused on the little raven haired girl who was freaking out and crying at all camera flashes going off. Causing Jaime to step in front of Y/n and the kid protectively, Bart took the baby from the h/c and got into the elevator while Jaime tried to get everyone to back up. "ey,ey everybody just needs ti calm down here" the Latino urged waving his hands.

"Y/n!? was that Erin, she's gotten so big!"

"Whens your next album coming out?"

"Are you dating Bart or Jaime?"

"Did Erin get the dragon hoodie I sent?"

"Will you marry me?"

Y/n was overwhelmed by the sudden ambush she barely had any breathing room to think! then she saw him... Tim standing a few feet from her. the h/c felt goosebumps form on her arms, as she watched his eyes narrow and he advanced towards her, she tugged on Jaime's shirt.

"I see him too.." he said eyes glancing over his shoulder. Y/n took a deep breath and faced the crowed. "To answer your questions, Yes, June, neither, yes, NO!...anymore questons will be answered at the convention, goodnight!" Y/n and Jamie got into an elevator before Tim could reach them or anyone could stop them.

"That was too close!" Y/n sighed sliding down the wall Jaime sat down next to her. "You can't keep avoiding him, hermana." he said causing the girl to snort. "Yes I can! I've been doing it for two years." she huffed crossing her arms, the Latino frowned damn this girl is stubborn!

"And what about Erin? what are you gonna do when she starts asking about her dad?" The h/c frowned she hadn't thought that far ahead, according to Bart; Her and Tim were apparently still together in the future, she scoffed when she heard that! As if she would take that cheater back! maybe in upside-down world! But in real life that bridge wasn't just burned, it was nuked beyond repair!

"Well what are you going to tell her?" Jaime asked again Y/n hummed "I don't know..." she mumbled Jamie patted her knee and they got up when the elevator pinged telling them they were at their floor, when they got to their room they found Bart waiting sitting on a chair watching TV while bouncing Erin on his knee, He looked nervous as he saw them come in "Tim called...He wants to meet with you." Y/n took Erin from him and balanced the toddler on her hip.

"Well, that's too bad c'os I don't want to meet him." Bart winced as she said this "it's kind of important that you meet him Y/n..." Speedster urged but, h/c wasn't having it, every time he even mentioned Tim she would stare or shoot him down, eventually the brown haired man begrudgingly dropped it. Both he and Jaime knew that Tim wasn't going let it go...he will find a way to get Y/n alone, especially since now Tim saw Erin...he was going want answers.

#Tim Drake x reader #red robin #Nightwing #red hood #jason todd #Richard Grayson #Batman #dc comics #stephanie brown #Spoiler #impulse #jamie reyes #bart allen

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Sleep Is For The Weak - Chapter 5

Previous Chapters: Prologue, Chapter 1, Last Chapter

Writing Masterlist - for previous chapters not otherwise linked

Notes (I guess): Welcome to ‘I’m bad at describing stuff’, part 1. This chapter was planned out way in advance, before I wrote the prologue even, and yet it gave me a lot of trouble because I had no idea how to wrap it up. So I hope that, for what it’s worth, this is a good one.

As always, thanks @broadwaytheanimatedseries for the original suggestion, to @whatwashernameagain for her fantastic creation on which this fic is based, and to @anony-phangirl and @asleepybisexual and @winglessnymph (hey Nymph look you’re on this list now!) for dealing with my crazy ideas. And a particularly special thanks to Miranda, again, for her poetic additions. She is the absolute best.

A quick note to any of you who are underage or have never been in such a situation (aka a massive fucking party) before - do not do anything that happens in this chapter. Please, drink responsibly, or don’t drink at all if you don’t want to. I made my mistakes so that you won’t have to. Do not do anything that happens in this chapter, watch your drinks, you know the drill. I can’t stress this enough.

Tag list (sort of): @bunny222, @ab-artist, @secretlyanxiouspersona, @your-username-is-unavailable, @virgilcrofters, @why-things-go-boom, @ilovemygaydad

(If you want to be tagged or removed, please let me know! Preferably via notes/reblogs, I have bad memory, but… you do you.)

Trigger warning: period appropriate transphobia (the early 00s were not exactly trans-friendly). This chapter doesn’t have as much. Also mentions and slight talk of dysphoria, drinking, drug use, mentions of blood (aka periods, don’t worry, it’s periods)... yeah, that’s all I remember for now...

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It was around one a.m. when Remy was ready to crash, and Emile was nowhere to be seen.

Remy had just the slightest idea of what happened.

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22:38, Thursday, October 31st, 2002

"I really would've rather gone trick or treating."

"I know, boo, but you look great and my friend is gonna love you. I promise."

There were several wrong things about tonight where it came to Emile, and Remy knew all of them. One, he was sensitive to extreme temperature changes, as he told him over hot chocolate just the other day. But as things were, his costume exposed his midriff and he was snuggling up to Remy before they even left the building. Two, too many people made him incredibly uncomfortable. Strangers only intensified that feeling. And three… he couldn't bring his bunny with him to help with problems one and two.

This was building up to be a disaster.

"Well, isn't this party just so fun," India stated the moment she found Remy. "I'm surprised nobody is a Playboy bunny this year. Well… here's to hoping things will get more interesting later."

"It's totally fine, sweetie—"

"She said it's boring, can we go now?"

"Yeah, you two are better off coming back in about an hour, but you're already here. It'll be a waste of time. You're Emile, right?"

"Yeah, hello!"

"Nice to finally meet you. I'm India." Her smile was as bright as the lights reflecting off her Wonder Woman costume. "So how was Murder week? Did anyone strip?"

"No, not at Weld. What about you?"

"I'm not allowed to strip for immunity anymore, not after what happened two years ago, but… we had a couple of people walking around in towels."

Chris was there, piling red solo cups into pyramids. India and Emile kept talking about Murder and strategies for later years, and Chris was there.

He was… so beautiful. His skin reminded him of the sand on a beach. Warm and inviting beckoning him in. Caramel never looked so good on anyone else. The black hair a stark contrast. Dangerous but looked soft. Like if you touched it it would feel like cotton candy. What he wouldn't give to bury his hands into it—

Yeah... was there any way for someone to get drunk without actually drinking...?

"You're staring for far too long without actually doing anything," Remy heard someone whisper in his ear - Emile? - "go talk to him!"

"Are you trying to play fairy godparent with me?"

"No, but you're worrying me. And it's always best to talk to someone you like. How would they know you like them if you don't tell them?" Emile looked incredibly uncomfortable, even more so than before. "It's too cold…"

"Sorry, angel, don't got a sweatshirt for you." Emile huffed. "Why aren't you with India?"

"She's bringing me Fanta. Did I tell you that my sister is coming over from Evanston next—"

Definitely Emile.

"Yes, you told me. Five times already."

"Oh. Oops. But… really. He would never know you like him unless you tell him, and now is as good a time to tell him as any. And if it fails, I'm here and you can always come back here and we'll go back to your suite and order pizza!"

"I am so not into discussing Fahrenheit 451 with those assholes over there," India declared as she joined them. "What… are we waiting for?"

"Remy wants to talk to his crush but he's not doing anything about it."

"Stop saying that…"

Remy went anyway.

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"And that's why I think that…"

Remy spaced in and out of the conversation with Chris. It was just… boring. He was talking about Blade Runner for twenty-five minutes out of the forty-five they've been talking, it was almost ridiculous. But he stayed, because… maybe he could… change the topic? Maybe? There was a certain number of times one could say radical or awesome before it turns into a chore, after all.

If only he'd shut up about his fucking crush on Harrison Ford…

"Have you ever seen Pulp Fiction?" Chris choked on his soda. "What?"

"You saw Pulp Fiction? I'd never think someone like you would—"

"Someone like me? And that's what, baby?"

"Just… you seem like the type of person who watches Beverly Hills 90210 or Gilmore Girls."

"And what stops me from liking both 90210 and Pulp Fiction?"

The conversation was incredibly boring, and Remy couldn't help it. He didn't even like 90210. Chris was… well, he was boring, and that wasn't part of the plan at all.

But… he didn't want to fuck this up at all. So… he'd put up with the boring. Okay. He can do it.

And he zoned out on him again…

"...me for a second." And then Chris was gone. What did Remy just get himself into… it wasn't what he imagined it would be like.

Huh. Maybe that's why you should never meet your heroes. Or… something like that.

And then someone jumped on his back.

"Did you tell him yet?" Emile didn't seem quite alright. "India let me out of her sight ‘cause I wanted to ask you, and—"

"Did you drink, sweetheart?"

"No! Absolutely not!" Emile didn't look him in the eyes. Nothing new, really. But Remy was still worried. "Well…"

"Emile, you're sixteen."

"Remy, you're eighteen. Stating obvious facts can be a two-player game, you know!" He sighed and hugged Remy again, only… not quite. "You wanna dance with me? Please?"

His big blue eyes were open so wide and he pouted. He actually pouted.

Remy wanted to kiss him.

No, wait, what?!

"Cutie, we can't dance right now. You look sick."

"I'm totally not sick! It's prolly just the makeup!"

"...no, you definitely look—"

"Sorry about that." Oh, great. Chris was back. "Hey, I'm Chris."

"I'm Emile, it's very nice to meet you, is this Fanta?"

"Yes, but—"

"Good, thanks."

Remy was convinced he was going to regret that night. His crush was one of the most boring people he knew (he might not be, but at least right now he was, and they did talk for almost an hour and that definitely means something), he couldn't find India anywhere, and Emile—

"That Fanta tastes funny… is that vodka?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"What did you put in that cup?" Remy whispered angrily at the upperclassman.

"Vodka. I swear it was only vodka."

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00:17, Friday, November 1st

No, it wasn't only vodka. But Remy couldn't care at this point.

Yeah… that sounds awful. Of course he cared, but… yeah, he had a bit to drink. And he was making out with Chris in the corner, so it wasn't exactly his biggest concern at the moment.

"Your makeup's coming off," Chris laughed between kisses.

There was a slight issue with this situation. Chris kept trying to… touch. Which was usually a problem, thanks to his body being… well, his body, but today was even worse. For today was day two of shark week. And, like, it wasn't enough that he was trying to get to Remy's not yet existing dick, which even under sober circumstances Remy probably wouldn't have let him, but it was happening during the worst possible time to do that.

There was no better time in history for Remy to feel the dysphoria kicking in, and kicking in hard. Yeah. Look at how much fun he was having.

"Okay, lover boy, time to fuck out of here," someone screamed in his ear a couple minutes later. And forcefully pulled him away from Chris.

India.

"What do you want?"

"I get that you don't have much experience with booze, Skellington, but your friend is missing and I'm not going to look for him alone. And I can see you're enjoying yourself very much."

"Fine… oh. Oh shit."

"Yeah, oh shit. Now you gotta get fixing to get going, anything we gotta do before we leave?"

"...stop at the bathroom."

It was just changing a pad. He could manage going to the girls' room just for that. He could manage that—

"Make it quick, though. Any second we don't look for him is a second gone to waste."

"Alright. Just don't scream at me."

"I ain't screaming!"

It was just changing a pad. It couldn't take longer than two minutes. Just go in there, change it, get out, and—

Yeah… this was going to be tough.

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It was around one a.m. when Remy was ready to crash, and Emile was still nowhere to be seen.

Remy had just the slightest idea of what happened.

India only called it a night because she had early classes that day, and Remy tried to reach Emile's cell for a while before giving up and falling asleep around three.

It didn't feel right. He could be dead… Remy should've done more…

And then his phone started ringing. At around nine, his phone started ringing.

"Yes, hello, what—"

"Remy… everything hurts…" Emile was crying. Shit. No, no, that was—

"Where the fuck are you?"

"I don't know… but everything hurts. And…"

"Are you still on campus, sweetie?"

"I… I hope so."

"Can you tell me where you are, what's around you? I'm coming to get you."

Remy started looking for a jacket, still half asleep, as Emile kept talking. He described something that sounded a lot like Harvard Law to Remy. (Well, actually, more like what he imagined Harvard Law looked like after watching Legally Blonde fifteen times).

"Do you mind if I sing?" Emile was calming down. Great. He was still—

"No, not at all. But… one song, alright? I still need you to tell me where you are."

"Alright."

As Remy ran outside, still putting his shoes on, phone glued to his shoulder and ear, he heard a thing he never thought was possible —

"Whatever happened to Saturday night? When you dressed up sharp and you felt alright?"

"...are you crying while singing Hot Patootie?"

"It was the first song I could think of!"

Remy found Emile sitting on a bench (like when Elle met Emmett in Legally Blonde, his little voice told him), his costume still intact but incredibly messed up, the wig thrown to the side. He looked… sick.

There was no real way to describe what he looked like other than sick. And Remy felt guilty.

"Hey, hot patootie, where's your glasses?" Emile shivered, pulling his shoulders.

"I left them in my room... I had… I had lenses on last night… and then I lost them. I can't see much…"

"Do you remember anything?" Remy sat down next to Emile, holding him tight. He was freezing. It was…

Remy felt like he failed. It was the worst feeling. He failed his best friend.

"No. I know I drank… I know this… this guy, he was really nice, he asked me if I wanted to eat something… I don't remember more than that…"

"Sweetie… it'll be alright. I promise." He couldn't exactly promise. Not at this state, anyway. "Let's take you to the clinic, okay?"

Remy had to help Emile walk. Support him on the way, sometimes carry him bridal style, all for about two minutes of walking. But… he was clearly not okay. Remy wasn't going to just… not help him, this was his best friend on campus...

It was only when they made it to the incredibly familiar (at least to Remy) clinical wing that Remy realized he didn't even wear a bra. And only because Emile told him "if any of the people in the clinic call you miss, because your boobs are out, I'm gonna punch them."

He was not going to let Emile punch anyone, but that was not his main concern at the moment.

#kylo cant write #sanders sides #remy/sleep #emile picani #keep him safe #sleep is for the weak #the remy centric prequel #tw: period appropriate transphobia #tw: mentions of blood (aka periods)#tw: alcohol and drug use #slight angst in this one chapter #well kinda #tw: implied rape

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flutterby-affect · 6 years

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Midnight Mishap -- Older!Damian Wayne x Reader

I haven’t written anything for Damian before, so I hope this turned out all right. Sorry in advance in anyone seems out of character! I was originally planning on writing this for a Tim Drake x Reader prompt, but decided to do this instead. Enjoy my lovelies!!

Also, Happy New Year!!

Word Count: 1344

You nervously sipped at the drink you held in your hand as your (E/C) eyes took in the room before you.

New Year’s Eve was, apparently, a big deal at Titans Tower. Kori had busied herself with planning the party even before Christmas. She’d been nearly intolerable the past several weeks fluttering about to make sure everything would be perfect. You’d been roped into helping the alienated princess in her preparations one time too many. You loved and respected Kori, but there were times she could go overboard with things.

Regardless, the party was planned and seemed to be going off without a hitch.

Titans, both former and current, were all throughout the tower mingling and catching up with one another. You stuck close to Raven all night. Neither of you were the partying type and you’d rather not risk another incident. Last time you’d let your social anxiety get to you, you had accidentally used your Canary Cry on Jaime. He’d been quick to reassure you that it was fine, but you knew that the Scarab still had a chip on it’s shoulder from the supposed “attack” on its host.

“Hey there little bird,” a voice said as an arm was thrown around your shoulder. “What are you doing hanging out here all by your lonesome?”

You gave Roy a look. “You realize that Raven is here too, right?”

“You do realize she’s over there talking up your crush, right?”

Immediately, you searched for the two people your older brother figure had mentioned. The redhead spoke the truth as the two dark-haired teens spoke quietly to each other.

You’d had the biggest crush on Damian Wayne since you’d met as your alter egos almost three years ago. Your mentor, Black Canary, had been hesitant to let you on patrol that night but relented when she heard that the infamous Batman would be backing you up with his own protégé. Patrol had gone off well, except for your first meeting with the new Robin. He’d been rude and brash just like Jason had described.

That hadn’t been what drew you to the Son of the Bat.

His will to succeed, his drive to better himself and to become more like his father. That’s what made him so attractive to you. Not his skill, not his name, and definitely not his attitude.

“So?” You finally settled for as a response to Roy’s statement. “They’re close friends. It’s not that weird that she’d be speaking or hanging out with Damian.”

The older male shrugged his shoulders. “Just letting you know that you’re chilling here all alone, (Y/N). C’mon, you can hang with me and Jay.”

“And have him tease me all night? No thanks. I’ll see if I can find Donna and hang with her.”

Fifteen minutes later and you found yourself right back where you started. Donna was with Jaime and the two seemed to be having a good time. You didn’t have the heart to interrupt them, so you resigned yourself to spending the evening by yourself.

“Great,” you grumbled under your breath. “Another New Year’s Eve all by myself.”

“I still don’t understand why everyone is so keen on ringing in the new year with everyone else.”

A squeak escaped your lips as Damian sat down beside you. He gave you a dull look at your reaction. It seemed to elude the current Boy Wonder why you acted so strangely around him. Everyone else was perfectly content with letting the two of you sort things out by yourselves.

“I-It’s just a tradition Damian. Not many people like being alone on the holidays.”

Damian huffed in annoyance. “I’d hardly call changing from one year to the other a cause for celebration.”

You chuckled nervously at his statement. “Guess I can’t argue with that logic.”

The two of you fell to awkward silence. At least, it seemed like an awkward silence to you. You kept your gaze anywhere but on the teen sitting beside you. You swore he could probably hear your increased heartbeat at the proximity of you two.

“Is there a reason you’ve been avoiding me as of late, (L/N)?”

The sudden question caught you off guard. “W-What do you mean?”

“You’ve been avoiding all interactions with me as of late and I intend to find out why.”

“I’m not avoiding you! It’s just…” You wracked your mind for a decent excuse. “O-Our missions have kept us both busy! Neither of us are sent on the same ones very often.”

“As I recall, Grayson told me you requested to be sent on separate missions than me.” Damian drawled. He gave you a pointed look. “You’re avoiding me.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but quickly closed it and glanced away. “Damn it Dick, you said you wouldn’t tell anyone that.”

“If it makes you feel any better, he didn’t give me the information willingly.”

“No, that doesn’t help any.” You sighed heavily and buried your face in your hands. “I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. I just needed some space and time to think.”

Damian’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You needed time and space to think? Think about what exactly?”

How could he be so dense?! Damian was the Batman’s son! Surely, he had picked up on the obvious signs. You stuttered more around him. Your face was in an almost permanent blush when around him. You fidgeted more often, and your actions often faltered when you were under Damian’s piercing blue gaze. How many times had you gotten injured because you’d felt his eyes on you?

“(L/N)? Are you even listening to me?”

You blinked owlishly at the hand that was waved in your face. Your eyes focused on Damian’s face as he stared intensely at you. A deep blush fell across your cheeks at how close his face was to yours.

“N-No? Were you saying something?”

“I asked if you-!”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” A chorus of voices cried out in unison.

As if in slow motion, you watched as Garfield bumped into Damian’s back thus causing the teen in front of you to fall forward. When his lips clumsily crashed into yours, you felt your heart stop and your body tense. The kiss was by no means magical or what you expected, but it was definitely memorable.

Damian hastily pulled away from you. A deep blush filled his cheeks as he averted his gaze. That was a sight you thought you’d mever see.

“A-Apologizes (L/N),” Damian coughed to clear his throat from the slight crack that had filled his voice. “I did not mean to-!”

Instinctively, you reached out and grasped Damian’s shirt collar. You pressed your lips against his once more. This time it was his turn to tense up. Your courage was rapidly evaporating, and you began to pull away. Damian’s hand reached up and caressed your cheek gently while the other was placed firmly on your waist. You two stayed like that for what felt like years before pulling away for air.

For a moment, you two were in your own little world.

Then that moment was over.

“Holy shit, that was awesome!” Jason’s voice was the first one to cut through the pleasant atmosphere that had settled around you.

“That’s one way of telling (Y/N) how you feel!” Dick’s teasing tone came next.

“What the actual hell?!” Roy cried in both anger and shock. “Get your hands off my little sister!”

Before you could snap at any of them, Damian had swept you up into his arms and quickly left the room. Your face erupted into a blush once more as the two of you got further and further from the living room of the tower.

“D-Damian, put me down!”

“Not a chance, (L/N).” Damian replied, a smirk crossing his lips. “We need to talk a few things over.”

You pouted at him, but relented. A small smile graced your lips as you settled against the teen’s toned chest.

This was arguably the best New Year’s Eve party you’d ever been to.

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teen-titans-imagines · 6 years

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East of Eden pt 4

Jason Todd & Daughter! Teenager! Reader

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A/n: Sorry for the wait, y’all! Happy New Years! I have nobody to kiss lmao soiamjustgoingtokissmysupernaturalpillowlmaoiamsolonelyhelpme

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Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four [Here] / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven [Final]

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Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family, Drama, Action, Fluff Rated: Mature Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Blood and Gore, Swearing, Graphic Depictions of Physical Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Graphic Injuries, Nightmares, PTSD, Just read with caution please

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Author: Teen-Titans-Imagines

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-THIRD PERSON POV-

Jason was rubbing his lip anxiously as he walked with Alfred to the Batcave. It was quiet, a comfortable silence that he was familiar with but hadn’t felt in a long time. As they walked through the Batcave’s entrance, Alfred announced with a confident tone.

“Master Bruce, Master Jason has arrived.”

Bruce turned, his blue eyes looking tired, and Jason called as he walked over, crossing his arms.

“Looks like you could use some sleep, old man.”

“This old man just figured out a very important lead for you, so watch yourself.”

Bruce’s tone was playful, despite his venomous words, and Jason quirked an eyebrow up.

“Yeah. Dick called me at the ass crack of dawn to tell me. Woke up (Y/n) as well. This better be important.”

Dick walked in, securing his gloves as he came to stand at the large computer screen.

“Trust me, it is.”

Jason just frowned and Bruce typed on the keyboard, bringing up a mugshot of a middle-aged looking man. His glaring, brown eyes were dark, his head clean shaven and a flower tattoo sat at the corner of his left eye, making Jason hum slightly.

“This man was one of the men (Y/n) had detained before she was overpowered. He had gotten away after waking up approximately five minutes later. Police had been unable to locate him, but after further digging, I was able to find his location-”

“-So we had a little talk with him.”

Dick cut in, grinning as he stood tall and proud, Jason’s eyes widening slightly.

“Ok, so what did you get from the interrogation?”

Dick explained as Bruce brought up pictures of the man being handed money, and perhaps drugs.

“He was just a regular thug from the street that got involved with Black Mask after a drug deal gone bad. Black Mask took him, and others, in to use them as pawns for his plan. He even paid them for helping him find and kidnap (Y/n). However, according to him, Black Mask wasn’t alone.”

Jason became alarmed, uncrossing his arms and swallowing thickly.

“What do you mean Black Mask wasn’t alone? You’re saying that someone helped him kidnap (Y/n)? Who?”

Bruce cut in, saying gravely.

“That’s where it gets complicated. According to the man, Black Mask was in alliance with Scarecrow and Poison Ivy. I didn’t know if it was true, but after investigating the warehouse more thoroughly, I found some documents filled with pictures of vials, payment plans, and lots of documents that were recording (Y/n)’s every move.”

Bruce showed a picture of the vials, the liquid glowing a disgusting and ominous dark violet.

“They were housing some sort of chemical...a more advanced fear toxin called Nymphaesis. That’s all the man knew.”

Jason felt his heart stop. If there were more super powered villains involved with this...then you were in complete danger. What was this Nymphaesis? Were you tortured with that chemical as well? Jason frowned and crossed his arms, his thumb rubbing his lip.

“If there are more villains involved with this, then (Y/n) is in more danger than we thought. Find Poison Ivy and Scarecrow. I’ll have a chat with them myself.”

Dick smiled slightly as Jason walked out, grabbing his helmet and practically running down Tim as he passed by.

“You know, he would make a great Batman one day, Bruce.”

“Perhaps.”

Alfred rolled his eyes.

“Perhaps we should not get so hasty in deciding who shall become the next Batman after Master Bruce’s departure from this world, Master Dick. I’m sure Master Bruce still has many years beneath those feet of his.”

Dick joked, smirking.

“Then I guess I shouldn’t pull the rug from beneath him?”

Bruce stood up and ruffled Dick’s hair, smirking at the young vigilante.

“Good luck trying, Richard. It would do you some good to remember who trained you.”

-JASONS POV-

Jason couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something bad happening right beneath his nose. Ever since he left the apartment, he had felt this...sudden dread and depression weigh down on him with every passing minute. It made him drive his motorcycle faster down the road, his heart pounding within his chest.

Parking, he jumped off and practically running into the apartment, opening the door and slamming it closed behind him. Sighing, Jason shoved the red helmet off his head and let his head hit the back of the door, taking calming breaths. It’s ok. He was just paranoid.

“(Y/n)?”

He called. When he heard no response, he became uneasy, drawing his gun from the thigh holster that was tightly snapped into place. Raising it, he did a sweep of the living room and the kitchen, pausing when his eyes trained onto a folded piece of paper. On the paper was a delicate ‘Dad~’ written in bold ink in his daughters handwriting, the ink pen since forgotten and chair still pushed out, waiting to be sat in.

Jason was still alert, but one hand came down to the paper and opened it, his blue eyes widening with every word that he read. His gun dropped onto the table and Jason fell onto the seat, a hand coming to his mouth as his eyes filled with angry tears. This couldn’t be true. This had to be a lie. You wouldn’t walk out on him like this, even if it was for a couple days.

You would have told him...even if the people you were with said you couldn’t. Jason shakily pulled out his phone, almost dropping it as an angered hiss escaped between his clenched teeth.

“Hello?”

“Bruce...Bruce, she’s gone.”

“...I’m on my way.”

-READERS POV-

A gentle shaking woke you from your slumber, your eyes opening slightly to see that you were in a large archway. From your spot, you could see a runway and multiple airplanes and jets, making you bite your lip and look at who had awakened you. Hasan had opened your door and was standing over you slightly, your duffel bag strapped on his shoulder, a friendly smile on his lips.

“Come on, Ms. Todd. We’ve arrived at the airport.”

You stretched and rubbed the back of your neck before getting up and out of the car, looking around. There were multiple security guards and men dressed in black standing aside, awaiting for you to go with them. Behind them, there was a large private jet, black and advanced. Hasan glanced at his clock, murmuring.

“It is 6:48 in the morning ...so we should arrive in Sana, Yemen at....approximately 2:48 in the afternoon.”

Your eyes widened, mouth dropping.

“I’m sorry, did you just say that we were going to Sana'a, Yemen?!”

“I forgot to mention that, didn’t I?”

Hasan gave a cheeky grin, handing you your bag, and you just watched him walk to one of the men in black, speaking Arabic to him. That man...that man was going to be the death of you. You had never been to a different state, nevertheless a different country! A man asked you.

“Ma’am, may I take your bag?”

You glanced at him and blushed slightly at his formal tone before shaking your head, handing him your bag.

“Don’t call me that. Just ‘(Y/n)’, ok? Thank you.”

He quirked an eyebrow up, grinning slightly before clearing his throat and becoming stoic again, taking your beg onto the jet. You followed Hasan onto the aircraft, your jaw dropping once more.

“Wow, this is...really nice.”

“Of course. A top notch aircraft for a top notch woman.”

You glared at Hasan while he gave you a shit-eating grin.

“Shahidi, shut up.”

-WITH THE BATFAM-THIRD POV-

Jason was sobbing into his hands, completely broken and angry as he wallowed in his room alone. Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian were in the kitchen, sitting at the table and inspecting the letter. Dick shrugged.

“I did a once-over of the apartment. There was no signs of any struggle or any kind of indication that would suggest that there’s foul play here.”

Tim nodded and added, typing into his computer.

“There’s no video surveillance of (Y/n) being kidnapped either. Honestly, I think this is the real deal. I think she really did leave to get some more in depth help.”

Damian was quiet, glaring at the paper as he read it over and over. Bruce was sighing, rubbing his forehead.

“Jason isn’t going to take no for an answer. Not after the information we told him.”

Dick suggested.

“Do you want me to go talk to him? I’m sure that he’ll listen to me.”

Bruce just stayed quiet, but shrugged his shoulders a little. As Dick stood up and disappeared into Jason’s room, Bruce murmured.

“I don’t know why she would do this. I thought she was seeing a therapist-”

“-Unless the therapist wasn’t a therapist at all, but instead an attender of this temple she is going to.”

Damian pointed out. Bruce and Tim paused, looking at each other before looking at Damian.

“That actually makes a lot of sense.”

“I knew there was something weird about him, but I didn’t really say anything because I was just happy (Y/n) was trying to reach out to someone.”

Bruce and Tim stood up to go to Jason, and Damian stayed behind, rereading some of the lines.

‘A temple that only a few know about...a High Priest...them being able to help her in ways that we can’t...why does it all sound so familiar?’

Damian growled and slammed the letter down before standing up and walking to Jason’s room. Jason was shaking, his head still in his hands, and Dick was rubbing his back.

“I’m sorry, Jason, but I honestly think that she did this herself. There’s nothing here to suggest she was kidnapped.”

Jason threw his hands up.

“W-What if she was mind controlled! M-Maybe Ivy got her somehow with some type of gas or something!”

Bruce shook his head.

“Tim and I ran every single type of test we could. There’s nothing there, Jason.”

Jason didn’t want to believe it, but if Bruce was right, then what could he do? Jason run a hand through his hair before sniffling. Damian spoke up.

“We did figure something out, though.”

Jason looked up, blue eyes interested.

“What?”

“That therapist (Y/n) was seeing? He wasn’t a therapist. At least, we think. In her letter, she said she was going to some temple far away that no one knew about to get help. The last person to speak to (Y/n) was that man.”

Jason’s eyes widened.

“Oh my god. What if he took her! He would be someone she would think she could trust. It’s so easy!”

Damian held a hand up, snapping.

“Shut up, I’m not done, Todd!”

Jason piped down, glaring slightly at Damian.

“You said before that the man had a name that sounded Arabic, right?”

“Yeah...I think it was...Hasan?”

Damian paused before saying, his frown deepening.

“I think I know where (Y/n) is going.”

-READERS POV-

You were seated in front of Hasan, a chess board in front of you two. He was rubbing his bearded chin, his blueish green eyes concentrated.

“Why are we going to Sana'a, Yemen?”

Hasan moved his rook, replying.

“We have to leave for the Indian Ocean. When we arrive in Sana’a, we will travel to Sayḩūt. From there, we will commute to the Socotra Islands by boat. We will then rest there for the night, and then resume our journey again to the island to the Elder temple. It is approximately 300 miles from the shores of Socotra, but heavily glamoured thanks to the many blessings and runes placed upon the island.”

You frowned and moved your queen, taking his rook, and Hasan cussed in Arabic, pouting slightly.

“What do you mean the island is heavily glamoured? You mean that it’s basically invisible to those who can’t see past the glamour?”

He nodded, smiling slightly.

“You learn very quickly, Ms. Todd.”

You huffed and asked.

“So, when do I get blessed to see past the glamour?”

“When we arrive to Socotra.”

The jet shuddered when it experienced turbulence, causing you to slam your hands onto the armrests of your seat and hold onto it for dear life, Hasan grinning widely at you.

“You know, for someone who is very intimidating, you seem to be scared of the littlest things.”

“Watch yourself, Hasan. I won’t hesitate to jump over this table.”

“I don’t doubt you would, Ms. Todd.”

-WITH THE BATFAM-

Damian crossed his arms.

“Mother spoke of a temple while of I was still with the League of Assassins. She claimed it was part of my history and geography lesson, but at the time, I didn’t care nor believe what she told me.”

Jasons napped.

“Get on with it, Damian!”

Damian glared at Jason before snapping.

“Watch yourself! I want to find her just as much as you do, Todd!”

There was a pause before Damian continued.

“Mother spoke of an ancient temple that was built on an island somewhere in the Indian ocean called the Elder Temple of Isaf. It was a sanctuary for the followers of Isaf and Na’ila, who were Meccan water deities among the many other gods and goddesses the people worshiped. However, it became a place for worshiping all the gods and goddesses when Islam came into action. The High Priest of that time placed very strong and ancient blessings and runes on the island, banishing it from any outsiders and it was basically wiped off the maps, never to be seen again. I didn’t really believe Mother when she told me, but she claimed that she had once been there. Now that this place has come up again, and (Y/n) is gone, I don’t think it’s an accident that this story is very similar to (Y/n)’s explanation.”

Bruce asked, frowning significantly.

“Did she mention how you could get there?”

Damian gave Bruce a scrutinizing look.

“Didn’t you hear what I said? There’s no record of such a place existing. How do you expect to get somewhere that you don’t even know if it truly exists?”

Tim pointed out.

“You said the Indian Ocean, right? (Y/n) would have had to go by aircraft to the Middle East. If we check Gotham Airlines, maybe we can find her on those security cameras.”

Bruce nodded and stood up.

“Dick, Tim, you two are going to check all of the surrounding airports and run facial recognition and analyze the security footage. Damian, you’re going to dig for more information about this temple. Jason, you and I are going to look into this Hasan character.”

They all nodded before immediately getting to work.

-READERS POV-

Hasan had essentially beat you at the chess game, and had decided to speak to someone and work on paperwork. You had decided to go back to the bedroom, your jaw dropping once again at the luxurious room. The bed was themed silver, as was the rest of the interior, with black and gold stripes and patterns lining the comforter.

Your duffel bag had been set onto the comforter, ready to be rummaged through. Opening it up, you grabbed some shorts and more summer-friendly clothing, sauntering to the bathroom and sitting on the toilet seat cover. A pain in your head made you pause, and you rubbed your forehead, sighing.

In the back of your mind, you were still ridden with guilt for walking out on your father with no notice but some letter. On the other hand, your bravery and yearn for relief made it easy to get onto the plane. As the pounding in your head got worse, you groaned and wished your father was here.

‘Now I really do wish I had some of mom’s Sick Kitchen Chicken Soup.’

Taking a deep breath, you looked up and froze.

“There’s only one person in this world that I would go through all the trouble I did for to see, Mhm. Although, who can blame a poor man like me to claim back what was stolen from him?”

-THIRD PERSON POV-

Within the mistiness of the clouds, there was a tense atmosphere within the winds that blew across the mountain side and the walls of the temple. Within, a man sat within a circle in the center of a large room hidden within the mountain itself, idols assembled in a circle, thrones at their feet. His hands were intertwined together, and he was on his knees, praying.

A shock trembled down the old man’s spine, and his blind eyes opened, whispering to the idols.

“There is an ancient blackness within her mind...a storm within the storms that brew within her very soul. She is troubled...very, very troubled.”

A greyish white light manifested itself in the second to largest throne, and a voice asked in a deep, female tone.

“What do you intend to do, Ar-Rā'iyu? If our assumptions are correct, there is almost nothing we can do for the child except kill her.”

“ Manāt! We will not resort to such violence! She is just a child!”

Another female voice screeched, a beautiful green light shining almost angrily. Another voice, this time male, disagreed.

“ Ba'lat-Mafrash, this evil that brews within her is getting stronger each minute that passes by. If we wait any longer, there is no telling what she will become!”

“There is no reason for violence, especially when it can be avoided, ‘A’im.”

The red light pulsed with a shock, the male voice snarling as the light approached the sun-colored light at the other side of the room.

“Shut your mouth, Al-Mundhir! Your little conquest for justice is absurd, and quite frankly, a lost cause. There is no violence that can be avoided. She is sick! She must be killed before she infect the others!”

A booming voice screamed out, his light overtaking the room.

“Enough of this childishness! Are we gods, or human children?!”

The light dissipated, and the voice said calmly.

“Nuhm is watching over her as we speak. She is not lost...at least, not yet. Ar-Rā'iyu, (Y/n) Todd lies within your hands. What happens to her...and what she becomes is your responsibility. If you can’t fix this...the consequences will be dire. The power that lies within that blackening soul of hers will be catastrophic for the human world. Fix. This.”

The man nodded and bowed, replying with a submissive tone in his voice.

“Allah, you have my word. Ms. Todd will be taken care of. Once she arrives to the temple, the followers, Isaf, Na’ila, Nuhm, the others, and I will work through every crevice of her soul to banish and contain this sickness.”

“Good.”

All of the lights disappeared, an Ar-Rā'iyu whispered to himself, rubbing his forehead as he sat up from his bowed position.

“What have you gotten yourself into, girl?”

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PART FIVE

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Saudade: Ch4

The next morning, Brendon took you out to breakfast at a local coffee shop. You were dressed in one of his hoodies and a pair of his shorts. He had offered to drive you home so you could grab your phone and some other things. That morning you had agreed on staying with him for a little while. You didn’t know how long, but the thought of you going back to that empty house and being all alone only made you feel sad and scared. You liked the thought of being with Brendon, just for a short amount of time, just enough to get you back on your feet again and then go back home, pretending like nothing happened. “I’ll wait here, okay?” Brendon decided, standing in the hallway in front of your apartment door as you began to unlock it.

“You can come in,” you reassured.

“Nah,” he shook his head. “It’s fine. Take your time.”

“Okay,” you mumbled. You walked in, staring at the blanket on the ground in front of the couch, the remote tossed aside, an empty wine bottle fixated between the cushions. Is that what had caused you to gravitate towards the bar that night? You then walked into your bedroom, noticing the pile of clothes left on the floor, your phone plugged into a charger on the nightstand, the smell of him in the room. Josh.

A terrible feeling settled in the pit of your stomach, making you instantly feel nauseous. You picked up your phone, noticing at least fifty missed calls and messages from him. He had been trying to desperately get ahold of you while you were going out getting drunk and fucking some dude behind his back. You began to feel the guilt start to drown you as you opened up your messages, reading the sweet “miss you” and “love you” texts on your screen. You stared at the silly picture he had sent you, one that he probably forced Tyler to take of him. He was standing underneath the Eiffel Tower, skateboard in one hand, coffee cup in the other, snapback fixed on his head, that gorgeous smile, wearing the hoodie you had bought for him last Christmas. He was in France, practically on the whole other side of the world as you, going on a world famous tour, but still finding the time to talk about how much he loved and missed you, thinking about you all the time, and you had taken that for granted. You felt miserable. Without thinking, you instantly called him back, chewing on your lower lip and listening to the several rings. Finally, about on the fourth of fifth, he miraculously picked up.

“Hey beautiful,” he greeted. “I miss you.”

“Miss you too,” you replied, clearing your throat and trying to forget everything running through your head.

“What have you been up to lately?” he wondered.

“Uh, not much,” you shrugged, growing uncomfortable. “Just watching some television and thinking about you mostly. Missing you a ton.”

“You’re probably wearing my clothes right now, aren’t you?” he laughed. You felt guilt instantly rush through your body again as you glanced down at Brendon’s sweatshirt wrapped around you, knowing that Josh was right, that if you hadn’t even gone to the bar, you’d probably still be sitting on that couch in one of his oversized shirts, eating a bowl of ice cream and scrolling through pictures of him on your phone.

“Uh, yeah,” you lied. “One of your flannels. It’s cozy. Smells like you too.”

“I miss you,” he sighed. “So much.”

“Me too,” you bit down your lower lip, starting to feel the tears surface. You did miss him. So fucking much.

“Look, Ty’s calling me so I’ve got to go, but promise me you’ll call?” he wondered.

“Promise,” you whispered, the tears beginning to fall down your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he told you before hanging up. As soon as you pulled the phone away from your face, you lost it. You began to cry, burying your face in your hands, sobbing. You didn’t know what to do without him. It felt like an endless cycle of just trying to distract your mind, using anything and everything you keep you from thinking about him, going even as far as getting wasted and winding up in some random dude’s bed. This only made you cry harder, and you didn’t even realize it when Brendon knocked on the door, finally opening it up and noticing you balled up in the corner of the room, phone beside you, crying uncontrollably.

“Hey there,” Brendon’s voice softened, frowning. He crouched down beside you. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I don’t know,” you closed your eyes tight, refusing to look up. “I feel so lost and stupid and-”

“Now, now,” he shook his head. “You’re none of those things, y/n.”

“I just miss him so much,” you sniffled. “And he’s not even coming home anytime soon and I’m so afraid of just being left here alone but I feel so guilty and horrible because he’d never forgive me if he found out that I was doing this with you and, I just don’t know. I have a boyfriend, okay? I can’t keep doing this to myself, it’s not right. I feel so guilty and I know it’s not my fault or your fault but I’m just, I’m a mess. A motherfucking mess.”

“It’s going to be alright,” Brendon comforted. “Look, we don’t have to do this. Alright? We can just be friends.”

“W-what?” you stammered, looking up at him, wiping away the tears from your cheeks.

“I didn’t know that you didn’t want me to do that,” he confessed. “Look, I wouldn’t have made any advancements on you that night at the bar if I knew you were still with your boyfriend. I misinterpreted what you said and I’m sorry about that. And I know I probably should not have done what I did last night, in the shower, in bed, all that. But you just got to tell me, okay? Don’t be afraid to say no. I’m not going to get angry at you. We don’t have to have sex or kiss or do any of those things. But we can still be friends, you know? But I also don’t want to leave you here, especially under these conditions. You’re probably still sick, and like you said, he won’t be home any time soon. If you want to stay at my place, that’s great. You can even stay in a separate room if you want, I don’t care. I just want what’s best for you. And I know for sure that’s not staying alone locked up in this house crying.”

“Thank you, Bren,” you mumbled. “But um, I think I just need a little time to myself.”

“Okay,” he nodded slowly. “Um, can I at least give you my number? Just in case?”

“Yeah,” you decided, handing him your phone and letting him type in his number before handing it back to you. “Look, I’m sorry, I just really need to think things through.”

“No, it’s fine,” he reassured. “I understand.”

“Thanks,” you gave a small smile.

“Take care of yourself,” Brendon reminded. He gave a quick wink before getting up and walking out the door, and when you heard the front door shut, knowing he was gone for good, you took a deep breath. You needed to get your head on straight.

However, the next few days, you couldn’t seem to get Brendon out of your mind. It also didn’t help that you accidentally never returned his sweatshirt, or shorts, and you had them neatly folded and sitting on the arm of the couch in the living room, wondering how to either return or get rid of them before Josh came home. Everywhere you went, you heard his voice in your head, imagined his hands on your body, thought about those intense eyes boring into you, unable to get him out of your mind. You tried calling and texting Josh, but it was as if everything had just reverted back. He wasn’t picking up and the time zones probably were all jumbled by now, so it was useless. You found yourself in the shower several days after you had last seen Brendon, the same day when you had last spoken to Josh, letting the water rush over your face, closing your eyes, trying to figure out what to do. You were torn.

It was late at night, middle of the night actually. You were laying in bed, and you couldn’t get him out of your mind. You tried to focus on Josh but you couldn’t. It was like you could still feel the ghost of Brendon’s lips pressed against yours, his body so close to yours, his hands all over you. You thought back to the hickeys that were still left on your neck from the last time you had fucked him, how ashamed you felt when you stared at them in the mirror, yet slightly turned on just at the simple thought of his mouth on your skin. That’s when you came to the idea. You would call both of them. Josh and Brendon. And whoever would pick up your call would be the person you’d go to first.

Your shaky hands picked up the phone, unplugging it from the charger and looking for Josh’s number, then hearing it ring. “Please pick up,” you mumbled, closing your eyes tight. There was a ring. And then another. And another. “Fuck, come on Josh.” Another. Then the familiar greeting. Voicemail. Distraught and frustrated, you hung up, chewing down on your lower lip and then scrolling through your contacts. You couldn’t find Brendon’s name in the search. Odd.

Maybe he misspelled it. You scrolled through your contacts, keeping a close eye for what he could’ve put it down under, and that’s when you saw it. “Best Fuck.” It had to be him. What a cocky move. You rolled your eyes, then rethought your decision, wondering if maybe this was a good idea. Probably not. But then again, it wasn’t like Josh was picking up anytime soon. Hell, he barely even responded to your texts. You closed your eyes tight, not even able to bear watching your finger press down on the call button, then pressed the phone up to your ear. Three rings before he picked up. You cleared your throat. “Hello?” you wondered.

“Hey,” that fucking amazing voice responded. “A bit late in the night to be calling, hmm?”

“I guess,” you bit down on your lip. “Apologies.”

“I’m guessing you’re y/n,” you could practically hear Brendon’s smirk from the other side of the line. “Nice to know that you miss me as much as I miss you.”

“First of all, fuck you,” you narrowed your eyes. “Really? ‘Best Fuck?’ Dick move much?” “Your words, not mine,” he reassured. “And by the way, I’d love for you to fuck me, baby.”

“Flirt,” you scoffed.

“Well why else would you be calling me in the middle of the night?” he sighed. “I’m not a mind reader, and I haven’t known you for too long, but I’m smart enough to tell when you need a little something, y/n.”

“Okay, maybe I do,” you confessed defeatedly. “I can’t get you out of my mind. And uh, I still have your clothes.”

“My house tomorrow?” he inquired. “We can catch up on things?”

“Tonight?” you dared to ask.

“Wow, you’re that desperate babe?” he chuckled softly. “Well I do love a girl who begs for it.”

“Come on, Bren,” you pleaded. “Stop with the teasing.”

“I’ll be over in five minutes,” he stated. “And you better be undressed by the time I get there. I’m not in the mood to waste time.”

“Anything for you,” you whispered. You heard the click on the other end of the line and you tossed your phone aside, beginning to slide off your clothes, inhaling a ragged breath. Were you seriously doing this? What would Josh think? You shut your eyes tight, shaking those thoughts out of your head. You needed Brendon, even if it was only just for tonight. Just one more night. That’s it.

As soon as you heard the knock on the door, you walked towards it, body shaking with anticipation. When you opened it up, Brendon was standing there, smirking as his eyes trailed down your body. “Looking gorgeous as always,” he mumbled, gazing at you. “Let me in so I can fuck you nice and good, sweetheart.” He took a step inside and you closed the door behind him, then turned around.

“Bedroom?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Of course,” he nodded. “You go in there, lay down on the bed, spread those pretty little legs for me. I’m going to undress myself and I’ll be right there behind you.” Brendon placed a kiss on your lips, snaking his hands down your back to your ass and giving a squeeze before letting go of you, letting you walk towards the bedroom and fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

You withdrew a shaky breath as you eased yourself onto the mattress doing as told, thoughts reeling in your mind, still wondering if this was just making everything a million times worse. Why the fuck would you invite Brendon to your apartment? To Josh’s apartment? So you could fuck him in the bed that belonged strictly for you and your boyfriend? The same boyfriend that had been so lovingly devoted to you all these years? You closed your eyes tight and tried to swallow down the thought. Same boyfriend who had left you all alone here, abandoning you for some rich bitch career, probably going to parties and fucking celebrities. No, that wasn’t true. Josh would never do a thing like that. You shut your eyes even tighter, starting to really second guess yourself. Maybe you should tell Brendon to leave and just clear your head for a moment so- before you knew it Brendon was crawling on top of you and kissing your lips, your eyes widening at the realization, then closing your eyes and melting into his touch. Fuck clearing your head. You just needed to forget about everything for now.

“Mmm Bren,” you mumbled against his lips, feeling the latex brush against your folds, his hard on pressed right up to your core.

“I told you I wasn’t in the mood to wait around,” he chuckled softly, trailing his lips down your neck. “I’ve been craving to hear that beautiful voice of yours for days, and then you call me out of the blue, all flustered and worked up, probably just aching for my cock in that pretty little pussy of yours, huh baby?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered as he slid his hands down your sides, then crept them up to your breasts, giving them a squeeze.

“You really want this?” he raised an eyebrow. A sly smile tugs at his lips. “Hell, I bet you’ve fucked your boyfriend in this bed, haven’t you? You naughty girl, you.”

“Please,” you begged. “Brendon I wouldn’t have called you if I wasn’t desperate.”

“Desperate now, are we?” he smirked.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to waste time,” you narrowed your eyes.

“I don’t,” he recalled, kissing your lips and making you gasp loudly as he pushed into you, every inch sliding into your pussy, making you dig your nails into his back. He started to thrust into you fast, making you moan into his mouth, your legs growing weak at the fast pace he was gaining.

“Fuck,” you sighed. “Oh my god.”

“I bet your stupid boyfriend doesn’t fuck you like this, huh?” Brendon laughed, slamming into you at a reckless pace. “He doesn’t treat you like the filthy dirty slut you are. Goddammit, I bet he just spoils you rotten, huh?” He pounds into you, causing you to gasp. “I bet he just eats you out for hours, fucks you nice and slow, peppers kisses all over your body.” He slams into you again and again, making you struggle to catch your breath. “Not with me, y/n. I like to fuck girls so hard they’re sore the next morning.” He digs his fingernails into your shoulders, making you yelp. “Make them remember who they belong to for the night.”

“Holy shit,” you breathed.

“There’s something about being fucked rough that girls just love, don’t they?” he wondered, slamming into you harder and harder. “You just crave it, don’t you? Probably can’t stop thinking about me. You pathetic fucking bitch. Hell, I bet your boyfriend doesn’t even call you those names. He’s too much of a gentleman for dirty talk, huh?” Brendon digs his nails deeper into your skin. “Bullshit.”

“I’m so close-“ you choked out.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. “Let me feel that gorgeous pussy clench around my cock. Do it.”

“Fuck,” you tilted your head back, letting the moan escape your mouth as your orgasmed rushed over you, Brendon relentlessly fucking you until he came too, both of you clinging to each other and rolling your hips up in order to savor those last seconds of bliss before collapsing into each other’s arms. You laid there for a moment before Brendon untangled himself from you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before getting up for a moment, then returning, curling you up to his side. “Holy shit, that was amazing.”

“Yeah it was,” he mumbled. “Fuck, your body works wonders on me y/n.”

“Stay the night?” you pleaded. “With me?”

“Definitely,” Brendon nodded. He pressed a kiss to your lips and then tugged up the blankets, wrapping them around the two of you. “Um…” He looked like he was searching for something within your eyes. “You should uh, probably get some sleep.”

“I know,” you murmured, still staring at him. It looked like he was going to say something else, but he kept silent, so you just closed your eyes and leaned your head against his chest. “Goodnight, Bren.”

“Sleep tight, y/n,” he kissed your head. “Sweet dreams.”

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Sex Games

Can I request a BM scenario where he takes you out on a movie date but distract ;)) you through the movie and then you guys go to an arcade and things get a lil frisky

A/N: I love Matt so much. thank for the request, friend.

Matthew Kim

Category: Smut

Word count: 1.4k

{Brief description}: You and your boyfriend planned to just go out and have a good time together until the “fun time” turned into something more friskier than you expected.

WARNINGS: Public sexual Interactions & sex, Sexual Intercourse

It was a cold, rainy, muggy day just like it was the past week. You were sick of this irritating weather. You just wanted to go out. Anywhere is fine. The mall, the park, the public pool. Hell, you’d even go to the library at this point. You haven’t even seen your boyfriend Matthew in a week. He was out of town visiting his parents and just got back last night. You were hoping that he would come to your apartment today since it’s been so long. And you weren’t really doing too well in terms of sex. You really wanted him and judging by the amount that he sexted you two days ago really showed that he wanted you too. Matt was always frustrated when he didn’t get sex in a while and a week was honestly the longest you’ve went without moaning his name.

It was about six o’clock and you decided to have a nice night in with Matthew, Make some pasta and watch a funny movie. It was all just a plan to fuck him but you wanted to seem a bit discreet and enjoy his company first. Matthew was sat at your dining table waiting for you to complete the food. Once you added a final sprig of parsley as a garnish, you sat it down on the table in front of him and sat across from him with your own plate of pasta.You asked him questions like how his parents were doing, how his trip was and what he did while he was there. After you both finished the pasta, he volunteered to wash the dishes while you went to change into your pajamas for you movie night. Matt come in right when you were contemplating on which pajamas to wear.

“Hey, we should go out.” Matthew smiled.

“But what about the movie?” You pouted.

“We can go to the theater.”

“W-well I guess we could…” You hesitated. A smile grew on his face as you gave into his plans.

“Go get ready.” He pushed you lightly towards your bedroom. You rolled your eyes but did what he said as you slipped on a more casual dress and put on some makeup. As you finished, you walked out the front door and into Matt’s vehicle. The drive to the theater was only seven minutes. The ride was short but sweet. He played music and rapped for you and he would put his large hand on your knee and gently rub. Once you both got your movie ticket, you waited patiently in line for popcorn and drinks. He payed for them of course and you both went to your seats. In the very back. You knew that he led you to the back for one reason only. to be honest, you were intrigued.

Once the lights went down and the movie started, you sat the popcorn in the middle of the two of you and you both began to grab handfuls. The movie was about a world war that never happened. These types of movies weren’t really your interest but Matt really wanted to see it so of course, you let him buy the tickets. Matthew looked like he was getting tired of the movie and he moved the popcorn to the side. He slowly reached under your dress and rubbed your thigh seductively. You shuffled in your seat a bit and he inched closer and closer to your clothed clit. When his fingers met with it, you gasped quiet enough to not cause attention. He rubbed your clit over your panties gently and in small circles. You hummed just loud enough for him to hear you so he would know that you liked it. You bit your lip to stop the moans from escaping your mouth. You saw him slightly shuffle in his seat obviously getting turned on by what was happening. You reached over to him and slipped your hands into his jeans to palm his dick over his boxers. He put his head back on the seat. Before anything else was able to happened between the two of you, the movie credits started and the lights slowly came up. You quickly pulled out hand out of his jeans. He looked at you and chuckled slightly before getting up and throwing out the excess popcorn and your cups. He put his hands into his pockets to disguise his slightly hardened dick and you walked out the exit.

“What should we do know?” You asked while biting your lip. You were hoping he would suggest going back to your place to have sex.

“I know where we should go..” He trailed.

“Where?” you smiled.

“The arcade!” He shouted while pulling you towards the arcade that was down the street.

You got inside the arcade that you’ve never been in before and saw a ton of games and fun things to do. Not really what you had in mind..

Matt went straight to the driving game while you went to the pinball machine right next to it. You loved pinball so this game wasn’t very advanced for you. Matthew would curse under his breath every once in a while at his intense game. You got over pinball really fast but weren’t in the mood for anything else. Matthew was really into his game but you just wanted to be relieved sexually. After the sexual build-up in the theater, you were expecting him to want to take you home and bend you over the table. You were sick of him not paying attention to you and being engulfed by that dumb driving game. You wrapped your arms around his neck and said,

“I think we should go back to my place.”

You made him lose..

“(Y/N)! You made me mess up! Fine, we can go.” he pouted.

As you were leaving, you and Matt were spotted by an old friend that loved to talk. You three sat at one of the tables and made small talk about things you had no care for. You found yourself spaced out thinking of how horny you were for your boyfriend. At this point you had no choice than to show him how much you wanted him. Your hand crept up his leg to his thigh to his dick. You felt him instantly tense up as you rubbed him through his jeans. He stumbled over his words earning a strange look from his friend across the table. He tried to keep his cool but you could tell that he was about to make a scene if he didn’t get inside you soon.

“Sorry, but we have to go.” You smiled to your friend.

Before he could reply, you pulled Matt to the bathroom. You had no more patience left for him. It’s been a week since you’ve been pleasured by him and you were putting an end to it right here, right now. You locked the door behind you and pulled your dress over your head. Matthew looked at you with slightly widened eyes as he hasn’t seen your body in a while. He quickly took that as a queue to take off his shirt and jeans. You already saw that his dick was slightly hard and you knew that you were already wet for him. He took no time to smash his lips on yours. He did not hesitate to almost instantly use tongue.

You wasted no time to take off his boxers and stroke his hard dick. He groaned into the kiss but didn’t break it. Matthew lifted you up and sat you on the counter . He stood in between our legs and he pulled your panties down your legs. You un-clipped your own bra and he knelt down in front of your wet pussy. His thumb played with your dripping clit before his tongue came in contact with it.

You moaned out loudly and lightly pulled his hair as he flicked his tongue around your clit.

“Please. I need you right now.” You pleaded. Matt immediately stood up and kissed your lips before teasing your entrance. He pushed his length inside your wet pussy and you both moaned. His pace was steady and fast. The sound of skin slapping together and moaning reverberated around the small bathroom. He continued to thrust until you felt your climax approach. You felt your climax get closer and closer and you came. You felt your walls tighten around his thick cock. His thrusts got sloppy and slowed down. You heard a moan escape his lips and he came inside of you. He pulled out and grabbed a paper towel to clean himself and you up.You both put your clothes back on and straightened your hair so it wasn’t too obvious on what went down in that bathroom two minutes ago.

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