(watched it last night yes i know 10 years late to the party)(as usual)

Friends Part 4

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2643

Warnings: Fluffy, loads of Bucky being a cute pie some sexual innuendos and some sexual tension.

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

credits to the gif owner

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You take a sip of your coffee as you look at the computer in front of you; you are never going to understand why you accepted a job at the Stark Industries, sure they pay you really well but looking at budgets all day was starting to make you crazy.

To be honest, the budget in front of you is the least of your concerns, it’s been five days since Bucky went on a mission and you still haven’t heard from him. Usually, he texts you to let you know that he was alive and well. But so far nothing, according to Natasha they are fine but the mission is a lot more complicated than they anticipated.

You wish they would be home soon, you hated worrying much, you couldn’t sleep when you were worried.

You almost have a heart attack when you hear your phone ringing, you look at the id caller expecting it to be Dan but no it is Wanda. This is odd she never calls you “Hey Wan is everything fine?” Your mind goes to the worst scenario possible, afraid that something might have happened to Bucky.

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All Yours

“You could’ve had feelings for anyone else, but nope. You heart was stuck on the sleeping boy in your lap.

Min-fucking-Yoongi.”

↠fluffy angst (if you will ;–;)↞

word count: 4.2k

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The cool surface of the granite countertop rested against your elbow. You watched the hands of your wristwatch tick slower and slower as each second passed. You blew a breath of air upward, moving strands of hair out of your eyes. This felt like the longest shift of your life.

There was something about Thursdays at your university coffee shop that made it seem like barren land; except for maybe a couple of students and other adults who sat quietly, tapping away at their laptop keyboards. Maybe it was because other students were out in the town buying snacks and drinks to prepare for their usual Friday nights in the dormitories.

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Memories

Title: Memories

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 5,500

Warning: This is angsty, fluffy, soul touching and heart breaking all at once

A/N: Okay guys, this is my first ever soulmate piece and I worked really REALLY hard on this. It took a very long time to outline and smooth out so that it all flows right. PLEASE send feedback!! Major shout out to @mysteriouslyme81 for giving me the inspiration for this many months ago and helping me find the perfect song for the final part. 



The Beginning

Every single one of us would go to extremes for the one we love.

When the Alzheimer’s treatments stopped working and you couldn’t remember the simplest of things, Dean got desperate.

Shuffling his way into the familiar witch’s work room Dean grabbed a pen and paper and listened carefully.

“Only give her this on the worst of days”

“Remind her of a happy time, you will both be transported to that time, and upon return the memory will remain”

“This magic must be used carefully, only the strongest of loves will power it”

“I will give you enough for 7 memories to be restored to start”

“Remember though, giving her everything may cost you everything”

Dean Winchester never let warnings stop him. Eighty-five years old and watching the only true love of his life slip away he sure as hell wasn’t going to start listening to them now.

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Fade Away (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Fade Away

Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Words- 2,403 WOOOOOOOOO

Warnings- Swearing-oops-and mean friends and breakups and kissing and colleges-boooooooooo

Modern/Highschool/College AU 

A/N: YEAH BOI. DONE. Now, send some requests please! Haha :)

Masterlist


“Ah, Alexander Hamilton and Y/N L/N. The sweethearts of the school,” Angelica teased. She handed the two of you crisp white envelopes with your names on them. “Hope to see you there.” She walked away and you smiled at your boyfriend, Alex. You both tore into the envelopes and pulled out invitations to her high school graduation party. Ah, graduation. 

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Nice to Meet You -3-

A/N:… Im pretty sure that it was @junieyes who asked to be tagged in all the up coming chapters so here you go ^_^. (If it wasn’t tell me please… i’m forgetful)


You felt Camille rest her head on your shoulder as you helped her waddle out of the restaurant.

“You’re the best,” she murmurs quietly.

“I know” you state with a smirk and you feel her chuckle.

You look up and down the street before you spot a yellow car parked not too far away.

“There is our cab,” you say walking.

“I can’t believe you called a cab, are you refusing to live in the 21st century?” She chuckles.

“You honestly trust Uber in this town?”

“You have a point.”

You open the cab door and let Camille slide in first.

“Excuse me?”

Your head turns to look the ever so important Bruce Wayne. Hands in the pockets of his suit, he offers you a kind smile. Your heart flutters slightly. Nice smiles were a bit of a weakness.

“What do you need?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to grab a cup of coffee?”

Cam gasps and you raise an eyebrow.

“Weren’t you just on a date?” You question watching as he rubs the back of your neck a little bashfully.

“You’re a bit of a sleazeball aren’t you?” You say crossing your arms.

“I prefer to think of it as the two of us not being particularly compatible,” he says with a shrug. “Besides, it was our first date.”

“And last I assume? She didn’t seem particularly happy about your generous nature.”

“Didn’t seem like it. So, coffee?”

“Pssssttt, Pssssstttt” Cam tries to call you discreetly.

You lean down into the cab.

“What do you want?”

“Fuck him!”

“W-what?” you snort out.

“Fuck him, have fun. I mean he seems like a nice guy.” She peaks around you to look at Bruce who seems thoroughly amused and seems like he obviously heard your usually quiet friend’s lewd comments.

“You know you could be sending me into the arms of a potential stalker?” you say with a smirk.

“Eh, if its him you’ll like it.”

“You are a twisted woman.”

“Husband tells me that too.”

You smile at each other before you step back and close the cab door.

“Be safe!” She calls before the cab starts to pull away.

“So that’s a yes?”

You turn and look at him and take in his form. He’s big and muscular, but in a way that doesn’t feel like he’s been roided up. And as appealing as you find him, he could be trouble if it turns out he’s a loon.  You bite your lip and palm the bottom of your purse, feeling for your full can of pepper spray. You’ve gone through two in the last three months. As much as you loved your job and your friends, you weren’t used to the unending surprises that the Gotham streets provided.  However, you also really wanted to get a drink with this guy.

“All right, moneyman, show me what you’ve got.”

 ~~~

“Uncomfortable slummin’ it?” you ask as you sip the hot tea in your large ceramic cup. He looks like he’s going to refute but the fact that he hasn’t stopped twitching since he sat down and your raised eyebrow tipped him of that you knew it.

“Just uncomfortable in new places,” he says truthfully. “I don’t like not knowing how to get out in case of an emergency.”

“I get it,” you say with a nod of your head, “I’m paranoid too.”

He chuckles.

“This your fault though,” you say with a smile. “You ask me to coffee and you didn’t even know where to go. Are you sure you’ve lived in Gotham your whole life?”

“Aside from the time I lived abroad,” he says stirring the straw of his iced coffee. “Though I am ashamed that you know more about this part of the city than I do.”

“It’s the paranoia. I’ve never actually been in here, but I pass this shop on the way to the office every day. I take note of every building, just in case it’s a late night and someone is following.”

“Did something happen?” He questions. You notice that his eyebrows furrow with concern and his blue eyes become a little more alert. A part of you likes the concern.

“No, just like to know all my exit strategies, you know?”

It goes silent for a moment, but it’s not awkward. You like the silence. You look around the coffee shop. The clock on one of the walls read 11 when you walked in and that was almost about twenty minutes ago. You look at the people still the shop, tired college students, artists, and kids trying to shake of a high from a party. You and Bruce must have looked odd. Bruce being at least a good 10-15 years older than the usual demographic and the both of you dressed a little more than causally.

“Kids?” You ask.

“One permeant the rest rotate.” He says with a slight upturn of his lips, not quite large enough to be a smile. “Sometimes I’m dad the rest of the time I’m just Bruce.”

“Got it. They adopted?”

“You’re good.” He says taking the last sip of his coffee.

“My mom, took in foster kids, so I get it.” You look at the tea in your cup. “Are you one of those cheating rich guys? Looking for a thrill because things at home are boring even though your wife is doing her best?”

“Not at all.  Never been married.”

You lean back in your chair and examine the handsome man. It would be nice to spend time with someone who wasn’t from work. Cam will be off the table soon. You aren’t the needy type of friend, the type to get jealous of her family of her life. Bruce Wayne might be a fun distraction, at least for a little while.

“All right. I’m ready to go.”

“Ok, I’ll take you home.”

“Slowdown, cowboy. First,” you pull your phone from your purse, “I’ll take your number. If I call you’ll have mine.”

“Fair enough.” He said standing up. He offered a hand and you shook your head.

“No dice, dude. I think your nice and you’re probably not a creep but I don’t know you. I’m gonna wait here for a cab, kay?”

He examined you, not seemingly put off by your denial but more worriedly.

“Will you be safe?”

“Don’t worry about me, nut shots are my specialty.”

What you did and Didn’t Do Part 3 (Final)


Request: 23: Just pretend to be my date 12: Say it! 13: I could kiss you right now

Requestor: @lani-lira a loyal fan who I am so sorry it took forever to get this written

author’s note: So when I was writing this I realized it was going to take to long. Please let me know how it is, 


Y/n was beautiful. She always has, and she always will be. She always will be in Grant’s eyes. He was completely awestruck when she stepped out of the hotel bathroom. It took her forever, almost three hours, and it got to the point where Grant had to go to the McDonalds next to their hotel to use the bathroom, but it was all worth it.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off her as she nervously picked at the skirt of her dress. She bit her lip as she stared at the floor. “Grant.” She finally said, neither one of them said anything for a while. She laughed nervously, “You’re kind of making me jittery, can you please say something?” Grant gulped and nodded, “You look so beautiful.” He breathed out. Y/n’s breathed caught in her throat.

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Liquid Confidence (M - Yoongi)

-Requests Closed-

Request: ello, can I ask 5 a drabble game #42 for BTS Suga plwease tank chu

Word Count: 3,269 words

Warnings: Alcohol, dirty talk, a long ass scenario

#42 - I didn’t say that!


You were in the library, doing some reading in your down time. Having just recently finished your last exam, you waited for your grades to come out but until then you had a bunch of time on your hands. IT was good, no books, no distractions, and no stress–

“Hey, bookworm.” You spoke too soon; here was your biggest stressor. Min Yoongi. He made his mission to pester you at any chance he got. He had his advances, you usually telling him to go fuck himself but, as of late, his flirtatious attempts were starting to grow on you. It was as if he finally broken down your walls of hatred, bit by bit, started to get you to like him.

“I’m surprised you know where the library is. You never study.”

“I study when it counts, bookworm. What are you reading?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“Oh my god, little Y/N has a potty mouth. Does my little straight-A bookworm need to wash her mouth with soap?”

“Or you could ever so kindly fuck off.”

“Grew a backbone now, huh? I’m afraid I can’t leave you alone yet, bookworm.”

“Could this day get any worse?”

“I thought I brighten your day. I mean, it’s not like you can always get to talk to a handsome genius.”

“You do realize you’re describing Namjoon.”

“What? Do you like him?”

“Is it your fucking business, Yoongi?”

“He’s one of my best buds. Of course, it’s my business.”

“Can’t you go bother one of your other ‘friends’?”

“But I love bothering you, Y/N. Your annoyed face is just so cute.” You rolled your eyes, how could you possibly have feelings for someone like him? Maybe it was a misunderstanding of your own feelings; after all, hate and love are both 4 lettered words with powerful meanings. He scooted over to you, his arm touching yours as he tried to peer inside the novel you were reading.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You hissed, moving over and he simply grinned at you. You stood up, his eyes following you. Creep.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Never had a man that close to you? I know it’s all new to you since you don’t get guys with that attitude and face of yours, well I guess your chest isn’t that bad–”

“Excuse me? Min Yoongi, I swear to god if you don’t get out of my fucking sight in the next 30 seconds, you’re going to regret coming over here to bug me.” He stood up, getting in front of you, maintaining eye contact and you continued to stare him down.

“What could you possibly to do, huh?” You smirked, he calls himself a genius but he doesn’t see he put himself into his most vulnerable position. Your knee shot up to his crotch, automatically giving you the satisfaction of seeing him on his knees and wailing out in pain.

“You fucking little–”

“I keep my promises, don’t I, Yoongi?” You placed the book back on the shelf before allowing yourself one last look at him, giving him a wink and leaving the library. You had a satisfied grin on your face, lasting all the way back to your apartment. You shut the door behind you and walked through the living room, on route to your room to change your clothes.

“What happened to you, Ms. Smiles?” Your roommate, Jun was watching Gossip Girl yet again. You could have sworn she was trying to shape her life to Blake Waldorf’s life.

“Just gave Yoongi what deserved. A knee to where the sun doesn’t shine.”

“What about your future kids?”

“Who said that I would have kids with him? I can’t be in the same room as him without my skin crawling.”

“You two like each other.”

“He put gum in my hair last week. Fucking gum. What is he, 10?”

“You got it out, at least?”

“I can’t believe something that came out of his mouth even touched a part of my body. I had to wash my hair 3 times, who does that to someone they like?”

“He’s immature but–”

“There’s no way that you could end that sentence positively. He has the spirit of a 12-year-old in a body of a 23-year-old man.”

“Well, he’s attractive.”

“Beauty fades.”

“You’re quite a negative Nancy.”

“It’s called being realistic but whatever makes you feel better.”

“I have the perfect thing to cure this negativity.” You already knew what she was about to say next, this always ended the same way. She would tell you that you needed a night out, suggest that you come with her to a party and beg you to come with her. If you do, you can have a front row seat to her getting smashed, the pleasure of driving her drunk butt home and as an added bonus, nurse her so, she doesn’t vomit and chokes on it. If you don’t, it is usually your other friends or two guys who bring her home to you and you nurse her anyways.

“Y/N?”

“What did you say? I was thinking about how drunk you were going to get this time.”

“It’s not a party this time; it’s a small group of friends.”

“Who’s going to be there?”

“Me, you, Minah, Jay, Krystal, Gina and…”

“And?”

“The boys.”

“Yoongi is going to be there. Yes, I’m staying home. Tell Minah or Gina to drink lightly, they have to lift you home.”

“Y/N.” You went into your room, changing your clothes and she followed you inside. She sat on your bed while you slipped on a pair of sweats and a shirt.

“Come on, there’s going to be 13 of us. I bet you could avoid him all night.”

“False. You always float to Jimin, Minah flirts with Hoseok, Jay and Taehyung are basically inseparable, Krystal and Jin have been dating for weeks now, Gina and Namjoon have a thing for each other but they’re too shy to talk about it.” You walked back into the living room, sitting on the couch and Jun sat in front of you.  

“I don’t float to Jimin..”

“Last time you two were in the same room together, you were too busy kissing him to come up for air. You truly have the lungs of a swimmer.”

“I’m not the leader of the swimming team for no reason, Y/N. Beside the point, he’s not that bad..”

“Yeah, Deadshot wasn’t that bad. He only killed people for a living.”                          

“He’s a comic book character.”

“Shut up.”

“Maybe you could discuss comic books with Jungkook; you two are both comic nerds anyways.”

“His girlfriend’s not going to be there?”

“He has a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, I saw them kissing under the tree in the courtyard. It’s kind of cute how he cups her cheeks and she pulls on his jacket.”

“Do you hear yourself?”

“What?”

“You need to get out more. That get-together is the right place to start.”

“No.”

“Y/N!”

“Jun!”

“If you love me, you would come with me.”

“I don’t love you that much.”

“Okay, that’s just cold.” You turned to the TV, changing the channel to some other movie and she kept trying to get you to cave in.

“You know how much he and I don’t get along.”

“Maybe tonight, you could patch things up. Apologize for kneeing him and he could apologize for all the things he’s done to you.”

“Right, and after that, I could sign off on the billions of dollars in my inheritance because my parents are wealthy and turn into a bird.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Neither does Min Yoongi apologizing, let alone apologizing to me. I thought it was time to say nonsensical thoughts, I guess not.”

“Y/N, please. I’m begging you.”

“I’m telling you no. Are we done stating facts now?”

“I’ll give Yoongi your number.”

“What did you just say?”

“He’s been asking me for so long, maybe I should just give it to him. What could happen?”

Y/N, are you up?

Send me nudes; I need something to jerk off too

Is that you sitting on the bench? What the fuck are you smiling at? Is it because of me?

Those are just texts; he could call you and be even more annoying.

“You’re evil.”

“Thank you, I learned from the best.”

-

Why did you just let her? You could have just blocked his number, or changed your number. Of course, your rational thinking went out the window with her possibly empty threat. She was truthful about the numbers, seeing your friends with their respective boys. Jungkook was glued to his phone, simply leaving you to ignore Yoongi’s burning gaze. You could have sworn your chest had multiple holes through it.

“Hey, listen up.” Everyone turned to Namjoon, Gina sitting next to him with her arm around his and you rolled your eyes.

“Let’s play a little game. The “Yes” game. You could say anything you want and your response must be yes, a little competition for us instead of watching Jun and Jimin eating each other’s tongues.”

“Hey!” Jimin and Jun blushed, turning away from each other but you knew they would be down each other’s throats in no time.

“Boys against girls?” Taehyung suggested and there was a mutual agreement except you. You had no interest in lame games, especially ones of nature where anything goes. You bit your tongue, just hoping this game would just be over with and the pairs were made.

Gina and Namjoon

Minah and Hoseok

Jun and Jimin

Jay and Taehyung

You and Yoongi  

Krystal and Jin decided against participating, going out to the patio with a blanket. Jungkook was fortunate enough to be the one announcing the winner and loser of each round. You hoped your friends could win three rounds before you and Yoongi, making it easier to avoid him all night. The rounds went by, the score tied at 2-2. You had to look at him, his onyx eyes fixated on you and you almost want to lose this one if he keeps staring at you like that.

“Start, Noona.”

“You still wet the bed, don’t you?”

“Yes, your weak comment hurts my pride. You’ve never been kissed, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he had the audacity to smirk at you and you came up with your next attack, “After I kneed you this morning, I realized something. Your dick’s pretty little, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Do you want to verify that, Y/N? I don’t mind showing you; it’s probably the only dick you’ll see in your lifetime.”

“Yes, I would love to chop it off; it’ll be doing the world a favour. Be honest, you actually like me, don’t you?” He fell silent, panic rushing to you. Why was he hesitant?

“Yes, I would like you if you were buried under a pile of your beloved books, bookworm. Do you like me?”

“Yes.”

“So, you’re finally admitting it.”

“Hyung.”

“I didn’t say that!” He was coming on aggressive, not caring about the rules of the game and coming after you.

“You didn’t snap at me.” You scoffed; did he think that’s all you’re capable of? Snapping at him?

“So?”

“You like me, Y/N.”

“Get over yourself.”

“Can you two stop? Your sexual tension is agonizing to watch.”

“I rather choke on a cactus.”

“I think you mean you rather choke on my–”

“Don’t you even dare, Yoongi.” You growled at him.

“Who won?”

“We did. She didn’t ask me a question after I asked her one. I win this round.”

“He’s right..” He smirked at you, you glaring at him and a pot that reeked alcohol was placed in front of you. You didn’t like drinking; only having a small glass of wine from time to time but you couldn’t bring yourself to even buying a can of beer. Now, with 10 people chanting “Chug, chug.” (Jun and Jimin were making out, as usual, Krystal and Jin still outside), you didn’t think you could do it but you raised the pot to your lips before Yoongi snatched it from you. The chanting ceased as he chugged the whole pot in one go.

“Yoongi..” He took your hand, pulling you along upstairs and shutting the door behind you.

“Why did you bring me in here?” You stepped backwards in the bed, Yoongi only coming closer to you and he cupped your right cheek.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you how I feel about you.”

“Wh–” His lips were like a sugar rush, your heart racing, your eyes bulging out of your head and he didn’t pull away. You fluttered your eyes closed, kissing him back and grabbing fists of his jacket. He shifted his weight over you, your head falling into the mattress and he locked your wrists.

“What do I do with you, bookworm? Tell me.”

“Y-Yoongi.”

“Use your words; you must have learned something from all those books you read.”

“Touch me… Please…”

“Was that so hard?”

“Y-Yoongi.”

“Keep saying my name, baby.” He let go of your wrist, you leaving them where they are as his lips trail down your jaw to your neck, slowly sucking on your flesh. You moaned his name again, his teeth biting your neck a bit before he stripped off your shirt. Your bra perfectly shaped your breast and he tore it off you, making you whine his name.

“It’s in the way, baby.” His hands squeeze your breasts, his thumb coming up to play with your nipple. He attached his lips to your nipples, nibbling and sucking on the hardened bud and repeating the process to the other.

You grew impatient, wanting him to touch you where you needed him most.

“Yoongi.”

“Yes, bookworm?”

“Please, touch me.”

“Where?” He knows he has you right where he wants you, this asshole.

“Between my legs..” He slipped off your ripped shorts, exposing your matching underwear and he kissed down your thigh. You felt his lips leaving your thighs purple with hickeys and he smirked at you.

“What a naughty little bookworm. You soaked your panties, Y/N.”

“F-Fuck.”

“Are you going to tell me, hm?” He rubbed against your wet cunt through your panties, watching you bite down on your lip to keep your whimpers from slipping out your mouth. You gasped when he pinched your clit, squeezing and twisting between his fingers.

“Yoongi…”

“Tell me or I’ll leave you alone.”

“My c-cunt.” He pulled your panties to the side, his lips close to your wet lower lips and he breathed against you. You shudder, him loving how easy it was to get a reaction out of you.

“Don’t stare.”

“It’s beautiful. So pretty and pink.”

“Don’t talk about it like that.”

“I can’t wait to slam my cock into this pretty little hole. You would like that, bookworm?”

“Yes, just, please. I can’t wait any longer…” You whined and you felt his tongue lick you, slowly and softly as if he was assessing the taste of you. He slipped a finger into you with ease; a slick sound was made every time he moved his finger and you tug at his hair. His fingers multiplied, two fingers pumping into you, working at the same pacing of his licks and he pulled away.

“You like my fingers stretching out your little cunt, huh?”

“Shit.”

“Answer me, bookworm.”

“Y-Yes.” He leaned over to kiss you, his fingers still ruthless in its speed and your whimpers spilt into his mouth.

“Fuck.” He pulled out of you, licking the clear jelly from his fingers before taking off his clothes. Your eyes darted to his flat stomach, your fingers tracing along his pale skin before trailing to his boxers, the only thing he hadn’t removed.

“Are you going to take care of me, baby?” You hummed in agreement, your hand stroking the hard shaft of his cock and he stayed silent. You pull down his boxers with your eyes not breaking eye contact and his cock sprung free, your hand being to glide up and down his shaft.

“Good girl.”

“You’re bigger than I thought.”

“Don’t be shy, suck me off bookworm.” You hand continue to pump his shaft, you stopping to give long, sensuous licks before going back to pumping him. He bit his lips, denying you the satisfaction of hearing his groans and it challenged you to go further.

You sucked on the head, tasting the precum leaking out and swirling your tongue around it. You took him into your mouth, letting your nose tickle his abdomen before bobbing your head and continuing to use your hand.

“Fuck, baby.” Your eyes perked up to the sound of his deep voice, wanting to hear more. He grabbed tresses of your hair, bunching it into a ponytail and moving his hips. You stopped bobbing your head, letting his cock fuck your throat while hearing him curse and groan.

“Just like that, fuck. You like when I fuck your little throat? Does the feeling of my cock sliding against your tongue make your little pussy wet?”

“Y-Yoongi..” He slipped his fingers between your legs, knowing how wet his dirty talk made you but you didn’t want him to stop.

“Dirty little bookworm. Hands and knees.” You did as told, waiting for you to feel his hand in your hip and returned with a hard slap on your ass.

“Yoongi.”

“You know how much pain you put me in this morning,” he smacked your ass with every word, making you lower your head and chew on your lips, “beg for me.”

“Yoongi… Please.”

“Beg.”

“Please fuck me with your thick cock– oh, fuck.” He didn’t need to hear anymore, sliding himself inside you and you cursed. You were right about him being big, his girth stretching out your walls and moaned his name.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit.” You could simply moan and whimper as he slowly thrusts into you, his hand roughly grabbing at your hips. He groaned lowly, cursing how tight you were before picking up the pace.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Faster, Yoongi– Right there..” He pounded you, the sound of skin slapping ringing loudly in your ears and your face hit the mattress. You were screaming his name while his hips continued to drill you into the mattress, your hand hopelessly gripped the sheets and your legs trembling.

“Don’t muffle yourself, I want to hear you moan the name of the one who can fuck you this good.”

“Y-Yoongi..!”

“That’s right, say it louder.”

“Fuck, Yoongi…!” He angled his hips, his cock pushing deeper inside you and his tip just kissed your g-spot. You were loud but he pulled on your hair to keep you from being silent, your moans making everyone know what was going on and the neighbourhood had to know his name by now.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Please, fuck. Please make me cum.” His hand squeezed your clit, rubbing harshly against it while he continued to pound you. Your body grew hotter, the droplets of sweats against your skin and you grip the sheets tighter. He let go of your hair, grabbing your hands instead while his cock slammed into you.

You tighten around him as you hit your climax, earning yourself a breathy curse and he continued to pound you until he came. He pulled out, slipping off a condom that contained his semen and tossing it out. You lied lazily on the mattress, your body exhausted and your voice hoarse from screaming his name. He re joined you, spooning you and his arms wrapped around you.

“So, morning coffee, bookworm?”

 ~Admin Blake

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Not requested but i thought it would be fun. Requests still open loves :)

your eyes fluttered open as the bright sunlight fell through your window on to your face. you groaned and automatically flopped your hand onto your bed side table feeling for your phone. you felt the cold metal on your hand and winced as you looked at the screen.

11:15. you had a heavy night last night, it was one of your best friends birthday, Holland had decided to have a big party and needless to say you had drunk way too much, you had come back to yours with your other friends Tyler and Dylan and drunk even more.

your head pounded as you shifted in your bed. you tried to pull the white sheets into you but a weight was stopping you. suddenly the weight moved and you felt warm breath on your bare shoulder. your eyes shot open and you froze. you didn’t want to look. who the hell was in your bed?

you slowly turned your head to see a sleeping Dylan. shocked you stared at him, he slowly opened his eyes too. locking onto yours as soon as they opened. you both just started at each other wide eyed before you both jumped into action.

“AAHHH” you both screamed as you flew to either sides of your room. you looked at the panicked figure panting at you from the other side the room in nothing but black boxers.

“did we?” he asked.

“i don’t know” you looked around your room, your dress from last night and shoes were scattered across the floor along with Dylans shirt and trousers. you looked down at your body for the first time grabbed your duvet quickly to cover your body that was only covered by your underwear. you pulled it up to your chest and stared back at Dylan.

“oh my god we did!” Dylan half cried his face scrunching together. you had been best friends with Dylan for a few years before he became famous, he had introduced you to Tyler and Holland about 3 years ago and you guys became a little squad really. the fact that you had slept with your best friend of 8 years made you feel really bad.you loved him to pieces you didn’t want to ruin anything.

“this is bad, this is really bad” you said looking around thinking of what to do next. “all we need to do is keep a low profile, no one can know”

“agreed” Dylan said, you couldn’t help but look at his body, you would be lying if you didn’t see something in him but you were slightly shocked at his appearance. “wait” he said bringing your attention back to his face. “what about brunch?” he asked.

“shit” you had forgot about that, Holland had booked you four in for this brunch today at 12. “i need to have a shower” you dropped the duvet and darted for the bathroom in your apartment.

“ok so you go in first” Dylan said as you walked down the road towards where Tyler and Holland where already waiting for you. “ill come in about 10 minutes”

“ok right” you paused and tried to compose yourself. you turned and looked towards the doors of the cafe. “ok don’t be weird, everything is normal” you whispered to your self. you looked down and caught a look at Dylans feet, his normal white socks that peeped over his adidas trainers were replaced by green ones.

“are…are those my socks?” you asked.

“i couldn’t find mine” he said innocently making you laugh. you took a step to leave when he pulled you back. he reached up and rubbed your cheek. “you had an eyelash” he said locking eyes with you. you saw something different in his eyes.

“i better go” you said and walked off.

“where the hell have you been?” asked Holland as you sat down next to her.

“oh i…” you tried to think of something.

“you’re never normally this late” said tyler taking a sip of his tea.

“also…wheres Dylan?” asked Holland. “he’s never late”

“Dylan?” you asked trying to act cool. “Dylan coming?” you asked knowing it was a weird question as soon as you heard yourself. “Dylan…i haven’t seen him since-“

“hey guys” Dylans voice came from over your shoulder. Tyler and Holland greeted him as he sat down. “sorry, my Uber driver was late, you know how Uber drivers are” he blurted. “with their cars….and…stuff” he awkwardly scratched his head and looked down at the table.

“well thanks to you two being late we are both really hungry” said Tyler.

the food came and you were all tucking in. you had just put a bit of pancake in your mouth when Tyler spoke.

“so what did you guys all get up to after the party last night?” he asked chewing on some bacon.

you and Dylan both ‘eeerrrr’ed and ‘uuuummmm’ed until Holland spoke up saving you both.

“well i watched this great film on Netflix” she said taking her coffee in her hand. you did the same and waited for her to carry on. you took a sip just as she spoke “it was called Accidental Lovers”

your hand flew to your mouth to catch the coffee which had shot out of your mouth as Dylans fork clattered to the plate.

“it was good” she said trying to hold back a laugh. Tyler and Holland carried on talking as you and Dylan ate in silence.

“what did you two do last night?” asked Holland.

“i went home soon after Tyler and i was at home…alone…playing video games…FIFA….i played FIFA” Dylan said not making eye contact with anyone.

“and i was at home…also by myself…watching a film….alone…on my own…without anyone else…” there was an awkward pause before Tyler started talking again. you ate everything on you plate but you couldn’t stick around.

“i have to go" you said standing up and reaching into your pocket for some money. “not all of us are money earning film stars” you joked placing the money on the table. “see you at the normal time” you said as you walked out finally able to breath.

“sorry I’m late guys” you said jogging towards your friends who were standing outside of the bar. you always had drinks at 7 every night. you couldn’t always make it because of your job at a restaurant but you made it most of the time. “lets go” you said walking in.

“wait” Tyler said. you turned to look at him. he smiled at Holland and looked at you and Dylan. “you guys didn’t sleep together last night”

“what?!”

“i left my phone at yours and i let myself in, (y/n) was already asleep and Dylan was watching TV. he told me he was going to sleep and in your drunken state made me put him to bed” he said laughing.

“so we didn’t sleep together?” Dylan asked.

“nope” Holland laughed.

“yesss” you both jumped up and down with joy and hugged eachother sighing with relief but you couldn’t help but feel a slight tinge of disappointment deep down.

you made your way into the bar, you stayed away from the drink and stuck with an orange juice. you sat in your usual place and watched your friends laughing with eachother. you saw Dylan walking over to you and you smiled as he sat down next to you. there was a silence before he spoke.

“it wouldn’t have that bad if we did sleep together?” he asked not looking at you.

“no, of course not” you said looking in the same direction as him.

“i can’t deny i haven’t thought about it”

you felt your cheeks blush.

“i mean we have known eachother for 8 years, sometimes the mind wonders” he said. you looked at him, his face only lit by the harsh blue lights of the bar.

“i have to agree with you there” you laughed, it felt good finally being honest.

there was another silence. “so, hypothetically…if i asked you out on a date, what would you say?” he looked at you.

“well hypothetically” you teased. “i would say yes”


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My lordA KuroTsuki fanfiction

Words: 2747

I promised a KuroTsuki for precious Nami ( firebyfire ) long time ago, for dragging her into the ship… but the day has finally come when I throw this into the tag, and try to pretend this was never posted… All hail senpai ( kirinokisu ) who betad it for my sake, I’m so sorry for being such a useless kouhai…

The mansion was huge and imposing, no wonder Kei was astonished – he had never seen such a big house in his entire life; the building with its many windows and stairs truly captivated him.

The grip on his tiny hand tightened, bringing him back to reality. He looked up at his companion, who looked concerned. When he felt Kei’s eyes on him, he looked back at the little boy, gave him an apologetic smile, and stopped both of them in front of the huge door.

Kei…” he whispered, staring at the door. “I have to leave you here. From now on, this mansion will be your home. The only thing you have to do is-”

The older boy couldn’t finish his sentence, because the door opened, and a boy barged out of the house. He was wearing a smug smirk on his face - the kind Kei found uncomfortable and scary – and had really cold eyes. He gave off an unmistakeable, ‘I-am-the-heir’-aura – something that was new for Kei, who had only played with boys like him – with commoners. He clenched his fist on his companion’s sleeve, and the older boy ruffled Kei’s blond locks.

Such a cute little boy!” A woman with a model-like build and long, raven hair walked out of the house, arms locked with a handsome, tall man. She was really gorgeous, and her smile was warm enough to reduce Kei’s anxiety. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

His name is Tsukishima Kei.” Kei’s companion answered, bowing slightly. “He is 8, my lady.”

Is he your little brother, Akiteru-kun?” The woman asked, looking at the older boy, still smiling.

Yes, my lady.”

The woman then turned towards whom Kei presumed was her son, who was staring at Kei and had no shame doing it, appearing really confident. “Hear this, sweetie? He is going to be your friend from now on! Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

The boy with the cold eyes and strange, raven hair that seemed like he only got out of the bed minutes ago nodded.

I’m Kuroo Tetsuro, and I’m older than you, Megane-kun! Let’s play, I’m bored!”

Kei stood still – he looked at the boy, then at Akiteru.

Onii-san…”

I’m sorry, Kei. It’s for your own good, brother…” Akiteru answered, crouching down, so he now had to look up at his little brother. “You cannot say no to him. Fulfil his wishes, complete his requests and be the best of a friend for him.”

Understood.” Kei whispered, as he turned towards the black haired boy who was waiting for him, stomping rather impatiently.

The last thing Kei saw was the parents giving a thick envelope to his older brother, who seemed lost and devastated – then Kei was dragged into the huge mansion, to do what he was told: to fulfil the other boy’s wishes for the rest of his life, to never say no to him…

Kei knocked on the door, knowing he would not get an answer; mornings like this, when his lord would be sleeping late after a long night spent drinking – these were Kei’s least favourite ones. The young man, Kei’s “master” ever since Kei had been brought to the mansion, was always hard to handle, but when he had a massive hangover and refused to leave the bed – despite knowing that he had business to take care of later in the day – that’s then he was a real pain in the ass.

Kei knocked again – still no answer. He had long learnt not to lose his patience over something like this, knowing that Kuroo Tetsuro loved parties and alcohol a bit too much, so he just entered the room, putting on one of those smiles his master hated the most.

“Good morning, Kuroo-san! Such a beautiful day – I hope you are not planning on staying in bed forever” Kei said, with a mocking lilt to his velvety tone.

All he earned was a weak groan coming from the bed. Kei put the tray with the freshly brewed coffee, a glass of water and some painkillers down on one of the night-tables, and he walked to the window. He drew the curtains aside with one swift motion and opened the window, letting sunshine and fresh air in.

“Kei…”

Oh, finally. The voice was husky and cracked, and it was barely audible – yet Kei heard it, and the annoyance, that was so distinct, made him smile.

“Kuroo-san, have you slept well?”

The sheets were kicked off, and a rather murderous glare was directed at Kei; it seemed that the young master did not sleep that well, the dark circles and the even messier bed-hair showed Kei that Kuroo-san could really use some more time in bed.

The loud, cocky and troublesome 10-year old boy who had grabbed Kei’s arm and dragged him into the mansion the day Kei had been brought here became a handsome, tall young man, who had grown to like alcohol and parties. His eyes were still cold and made Kuroo-san seem unapproachable – but Kei and Kuroo-san’s closer friends knew that it was the opposite: making friends with him was actually easy. Women liked him for his look – and probably for his inheritance -, and he hardly ever said no to them, often sleeping with those he found the most beautiful; he was always invited to the parties, and he hardly ever skipped any.

Sadly, the same could not be said for business meetings and conferences…

“Say, Tsukki… do I look like someone who was about to wake up after a proper sleep?”

“No, my lord.” Kei answered, adjusting his glasses. “But, as your personal assistant and butler, my task is to remind you of your commitments.”

Kuroo ran his pale hand through his messy, raven hair.

“How nice of you…” he murmured, then looked into Kei’s eyes, putting on his infamous half-smirk. “You look good in a suit, Tsukki…”

“You would look good in one as well, my lord.” Kei answered. He then pointed at the tray. “ I brought you some medicine and water, and your coffee. You should get dressed as soon as possible.”

“… you are no fun when you are acting so bossy and official, Tsukki… come on, I’m still half-asleep and you are already attacking me with this bullshit…” Kuroo-san covered his yawn with one of his hands, and scratched his abdomen with the other – as usual, he was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, and his clothes from yesterday were lying on the floor. “What’s the program for today, Tsukki?”

Kei groaned at the name he was given when he introduced himself to Kuroo-san years ago; Kuroo-san was too lazy to call him “Tsukishima”, so he started referring to Kei as “Tsukki” - and although Kei kept correcting his master, Kuroo-san called him “Tsukki” most of the times anyway.

“A conference at 1pm and then a dinner at Bokuto-san’s. Drinking too much would not be appreciated by your father, since tomorrow the two of you are having a meeting together, and-”

“Relax, Tsukki… a couple of shots cannot cause that much problem, right?” Kuroo stretched, switching into a sitting position. “1pm… you could have let me sleep a bit longer…”

Kei could not help rolling his eyes – no matter how old Kuroo-san was, he often acted like a child; the handsome, confident and easy-going man was still a little boy after being woken up.

Well, only when he woke up alone.

“I’m terribly sorry, my lord.”

“You don’t even look like you are sorry - at least pretend you are…” Kuroo murmured. “I need the pills, Tsukki. This headache is killing me…”

Kei handed him the pill and the glass of water and watched Kuroo-san take the medicine.

Somehow, anything the older man did seemed to be perfect and elegant; from his messy bed-hair, cold eyes and smug smirk to his well-built, yet slim body, Kuroo Tetsuro seemed to be the embodiment of perfection on two feet.

“Like what you see, Tsukki?”

This was bad. Kuroo-san was too close – but when Kei was about to take a step backwards, the older male grabbed Kei’s shirt, not letting him to increase the distance between them.

“Kuroo-san…” Kei started, and his master pulled him a bit closer.

“It’s not how you are supposed to call me when it’s just the two of us…” Kuroo-san murmured, looking into Kei’s eyes.

“My lord, I-”

Kei was pulled even closer. Yes, he knew what Kuroo meant, but he refused to call his master by that name. They were a wealthy young heir and his lifelong servant; a handsome man and his butler – they were not even friends, at least Kei never thought that someone like Kuroo-san, someone who was always surrounded by his friends or people who wanted to know him better would call one of his servants his friend. He served Kuroo-san as best as he could, often helped with work, staying up late in the night, just to proof-read what Kuroo-san had written. Despite his social status, Kei was intelligent, in addition to Japanese he spoke English and Chinese fluently; when he had time, he read a lot and took notes that he tried to memorize. He solved tasks easily, and he was nice to people – only Kuroo-san knew how distant and closed up Kei really was. They spent a lot of time together, seemed to be inseparable even and they knew things about each other, but this did not mean they were friends – Kei kept Kuroo-san’s secrets, asking the paparazzi and other interviewers ever so politely to leave his master alone, rejecting the money offered for giving top-secret information about Kuroo Tetsuro’s personal life – but Kei did these things more for himself than for Kuroo-san. He was proud of his loyalty and trustworthiness, and he simply did not want to ruin this image of his with spilling personal information about his employer.

“Still not the best you can do, Kei. Try again.”

Hearing his given name being called out by that soft, low voice that was so close to purring was the last thing Kei needed; this tone, when used, always meant one thing: bed – and taking social ranks and statuses into consideration, bed was out of the question for Kei.

“Tetsuro-sama, would you please let go of me?” Kei asked, not being able to help the frown.

But Kuroo pulled closer still, until their foreheads were touching; the young lord was still looking into Kei’s eyes like he wanted to look into Kei’s thoughts. His usual smirk was long gone – but in his eyes… there was something new in those normally cold eyes that Kei had never witnessed before. The look Kuroo-san gave him sent shivers down his spines - his heart started to beat faster and he wanted to brush Kuroo-san’s hand off – but at the same time, he could not break the eye contact.

Then he heard it – the soft chuckle from their childhood that was so rare that Kei was always surprised to hear that pure and lively little laughter.

“Good boy. Now help me with getting dressed, Tsukki…”

He was back to his normal self, and so was the smug smirk – Kei needed a couple of seconds to regain his composure, before stepping backwards. The door opened, and one of the maids entered the room, holding freshly ironed clothes on a hanger. She was blushing and she did not say a word when she gave the hanger to Kei; she bowed and then she hurried out of the room – she would probably talk about Kuroo-san to the other maids.

Dressing the lord up served only to annoy Kei – yes, Kuroo-san had a massive hangover and without Kei around, he would have probably gone back to sleep, but now that Kei was patiently waiting for his lord to go through the morning routines, Kuroo-san took the opportunity to get on Kei’s nerves. He let his eyes slide shut and he was wearing his infamous half-smirk the whole time Kei fastened the buttons and pulled the black trousers up; but when Kei was about to buckle the waistband, the young lord him by grabbing one of Kei’s hands with his left hand, while lifting the other’s chin up with his right.

“Say, Kei…” Kuroo-san said, staring at Kei’s lips. “Which do you like better: dressing me up or stripping me?”

Kei stilled and did not answer immediately - there was one more thing he had memorized on the very first day: the 'always being honest and straightforward’-rule. Kuroo-san hated when people tried to lie to him or when they did not tell him their honest opinion – Kei, however, was always trustworthy and so he was always straightforward. He often paired sarcasm with the truth, but he never told any lies to this man – not even when Kuroo-san asked something that most of the people did not talk about so carelessly.

“I like when my lord is dressed up and is ready to meet his engagements.”

Kuroo-san did not smile; he was staring at Kei with a look Kei could not and did not want to categorize. The dark circles under those cold eyes were too easy to be noticed – maybe that dinner at Bokuto-san’s should be postponed…

“This is not the answer I would like to hear, Tsukki. Once again.”
“My social status will not let me answer this question of yours, Kuroo-san.”

“I see…”
Kei never really understood these mood-swings of Kuroo-san’s. In one moment his lord was complaining about not being able to have enough sleep and in the next he is acting like Kei was one of those women Kuroo-san used to have one-night stands with.

This had happened too often, and Kei was always puzzled – he did not know how to act or what to say. Kuroo-san was an adventurous playboy, who was seeking all kinds of pleasure in his life – and Kei was the one who was always there to clean it up or help Kuroo-san with the recovery.

He had bid farewell to numerous women and even to men as well – handsome, young men who probably drank too much and then they just… ended up on the same bed as Kuroo-san. He had witnessed many rough break-ups, he had heard too many fights and he had seen too many tears and other things he wished he had the opportunity to erase from his memories. But he had also seen some of the brightest and rarest little moments as well: the tiniest yet genuine smiles, the serious and moderate side of the ever so cheerful and loud young heir and the soft and lonely Kuroo Tetsuro, who wanted nothing but someone whose presence he could cherish and enjoy.

Kuroo-san was always so confident, yet there were times when even he doubted Kei’s loyalty – up until one time Kei snapped and shouted at Kuroo-san that yes, he often thought about what life could be if he was not the Kuroo-mansion’s butler but no, he would never leave the family.

He would never leave Kuroo-san. He had already dedicated his life to serving him, and he had gotten used to the mansion and all the tasks he had to do as a butler.

He stepped back, and bowed.

“The rest is up to you, Kuroo-san. Breakfast is ready in 10 minutes. Please finish getting ready, and come to the dining room.”

He exited the room, leaving his master behind; he had managed to dodge the “attack” today, but next time he might not be this lucky – next time he might fulfil Kuroo-san’s wish, and do something… “undeniably pleasurable”, as his master would say. Something unacceptable, as the parents would say – and something beyond the boundaries of the contract, as Kei would say.

Akiteru’s words kept ringing in his ears, as he walked away from the room: 'You cannot say no to him. Fulfil his wishes, complete his requests and be the best of a friend for him, Kei.’