Well, here it is. Because of the nature of the questions, IT IS NSFW, so if you’re uncomfortable with that, do not read, I have PLENTY of other work that aren’t NSFW at all that you can check ;-) (right here, my masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com). Anyway, I’m not great at writing headcanons so thought I practice a bit…hope you’ll still like it :
What turns them on?
✶When you touch him inappropriately in public. Especially at charities, galas and other balls. It drives him crazy the way you do it so sneakily so that no one but him notice. It’s a sure way to convince him to go home earlier. ✶Seeing you putting someone in their place with your wits and sarcasms after they’ve been rude to you…Oh he lives for this, and will have trouble to concentrate on anything else but wanting you. ✶Your smile. Your laugh. The way you light up his dark World. ✶That man has a thing with lifting your skirt slowly, and putting your panties aside. He couldn’t even tell you why, he just loves it. And obviously, it instantly turns him on when you let him. ✶Knowing that the emotions he feels for you can outlast the orgasm you both had. Oh yes. Knowing he’s loved, and can let go with you.
What turns them off?
There is very few things that turns him off when he’s with you, if not nothing (like literally, even when you’re being annoying, or when he’s being an ass, or if you just woke up and are disheveled and not really attractive…he’d still want you), as everything you do is just…Wow. He can’t get enough of you. Everything you do turns him on really. But He had experiences with other women before… : ✶Women who couldn’t handle a simple conversation. No connection at all with them, just sex. In and out, and then they’d be gone. He hated that. Which makes him love you more when you just spent time in each others arms talking about anything and everything. You’re the only one that makes him want to talk about what he feels and such…It’s a big relief. You’re his big relief. ✶He use to hate SO MUCH when he took a woman out that had a “fake hollywood accent”, or any fake accent. A lot of fake French one. They thought it made them more interesting, but the only thing it did, was making them super annoying to hear so…Yeah, massive turn off. He cringed more than once because of a high pitched voice, or an annoying one with a stupid fake accent. ✶Narcissism turned him off instantly. Oh the many women Alfred had to escort out because Bruce misjudge them…It happened to him a lot when he was younger, long before meeting you. He thought he’d find a kindred spirit, but turned out, it would just be a woman who wanted him for his money and fame, and who thought she was irresistible. Spoiler : those kind of women were rarely irresistible, to him at least. He could resist them very well. He could resist most women very well…But you. Oh you, it’s impossible. ✶Lack of passion. He just cannot even think about dating someone who isn’t passionate about anything. ✶Fake tits. That doesn’t even remotely look (or feel) natural. Fuck them. And oh the women he went out as a younger man had a lot of fake things physically (fake ass, tits, teeth, nose…), every thing was fake in them really, to their personality and smiles. He hated that with a passion, and often wished he could drop the “womanizer” and “playboy” persona, that wasn’t like his real him at all…Everything changed when you came in. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him, nothing fake about you (for real though, if you wanna tell him to fuck off because he’s being an asshole, they you’ll do so, and he loves that!).
✶Nearly violent sex. Bitey, grabby, pinny, not-holding-back sex. Paired with sweet words of encouragement and gentle forehead/Cheek kisses. ✶Surprise sex. You waking him up because his cock is in your mouth. Him whipping you around while you walk around the Manor, and boom. ✶Sex after an injury. He loves the way you’re careful with him, or how he needs to take care of you because you’re hurt. ✶He likes giving more than receiving. WITH YOU. Because he feels like he has to thank you to put up with his shit and antics…And you do it so well, oh he just has to please you. Doesn’t mean he’s against a good old blowjob though. Oh, and damn, the good old 69 am I right ? ✶He can be vanilla and/or rough, and you love it. He would never really hurt you (even if you ask him too, just light biting really), and most of the time you make love, rarely just fucking (unless you haven’t seen each other for a long time and you just need it)…He’s all for the sweet and cuddly aftercare. Cheesy man.
What turns them on?
✶You. Your mere presence. A slight touch of your fingers on his arms. And he’s gone. It’s not always great, like, you’d be in public and you’d just touch his thigh softly, as you do, and he’d give you “that look”… ✶Snuggles. Cuddles. Oh yes. ✶Neck kisses. It drives him beyond wild. ✶He will get harder inside you by the mere sound of your moans…And hearing you orgasm, clenching around him, is a sure way to send him over the edge too.
What turns them off?
✶Being with someone boring. Glad he found you. ✶If he’s with a “selfish lover”. He doesn’t mind giving at all, but for him, making love is a way to show mutual respect, to show how much you mean for each other…so if he’s with someone who only think about themselves ? No. ✶When his partner is too forward about wanting sex. “Want to fuck ?” Oh. Nope, he likes when it’s subtle. When you give him sultry looks and such. He likes the building up. ✶Bad breath. As simple as that.
✶Once, he was arguing with you and in the heat of the moment, you slapped his face. Of course you excused yourself profusely, until you realized he went from being annoyed to argue to being very aroused…You both learned something about him that day. So, light BDSM. Who would’ve thought ? ✶He lives for silly giggly sex. Pleasure, your moans and bad puns, how could it get better than this ? ✶Women’s mid sections. He loves slight belly and curvy hips. As simple as that. ✶He’s a sucker for romantic evening, that turns hot and steamy. ✶Rubbing your legs, ass and back during the act. Oh yeah.
What turns them on?
✶Seeing you punching people. It sounds awful, but the way you don’t let anyone walk on your feet and don’t hesitate to punch people even twice your size…He loves it. ✶If you wear a dress, your legs will instantly turn him on. He loves your legs. Especially when wrapped around his waist. ✶You love to dance, and hum songs you like…Big turn on every time, as he can’t get enough of your voice, and you’re damn sexy when you dance. ✶When you’re trying to contain yourself, but simply cannot. Muscles spasm and contort as you climax.
What turns them off?
✶Judgmental people. The kind who decides what you are before knowing you. ✶The daddy kink. Oh God, NO. ✶It’s something kinda silly, he knows, but he hates long unclipped toe nails. Ew. You laughed the first time he told you. Well, yeah, it’s super gross. ✶Lacks of enthusiasm and initiative. He can’t be with a woman who lets him do everything, chose everything for her. And who never initiates anything. Basically, the opposite of you.
✶Clothed sex, because it feels like you two are so hungry for each other, that you just can’t bother getting all the clothes off. ✶Sex games. First one to come loses. ✶Public and semi-public sex. Hey, he likes danger. When you two are almost caught…Oh the thrill. ✶He’s very creative when it comes to sexual position. As long as your comfortable of course…He’s sure glad you’re flexible by the way.
What turns them on?
✶Intelligent woman. Intelligence in general. ✶The way you look at him, with so much love, that makes him feel like he’s really wanted and needed…Sometimes, he just needs validation, as he doesn’t always gets it with his family. Fortunately, you’re here for that. ✶Nibbling on his ears and neck, while whispering sweet nothing. ✶Eye contact. He just loves it.
What turns them off?
✶Loud people. Oh God can’t they shut up ? He hasn’t slept for the past 36 hours and they’re making his head explode. Instant turn off if there’s too many noises. Though he loves your screams…It’s different ok ? ✶If you starfish. Making love is a thing he wants to do with you, not to a very passive you. Fortunately, you’re never able to “starfish”…you’d do it as a joke sometimes, because you know he doesn’t like it, and then you wouldn’t be able to resist moving in sync with him. ✶Nothing to talk about but yourself. Someone obsessed with themselves. Oh he hates it. He’s so glad he didn’t find someone who didn’t had any subject else than themselves. He’s so glad he found you. Because with the name “Wayne” comes a plethora of women only interested in money and fame, who loves no one else but themselves. ✶He hates feigned incompetence. Like a girl who acts like she doesn’t know anything about sex, while she’s clearly experienced. He always feels manipulated when this happens…
✶He loves to “discover boundaries”. Like what you like, dislike, what you two are willing to do, the extent you can go etc etc..Knowing just until where both of your boundaries go. ✶You two nerds invented a secret “sex langage” to be able to talk about it in public. Of course you would. ✶Nerdy dirty talk. Oh the puns about technologies, and pop culture you two are able to get out while making love : it’s endless. And he loves it. It makes him feel like he found just the perfect person for him. And you really are. ✶Lazy morning sex. Bath sex. Those private moment with you, where you can just both enjoy each other. Domestic moment sex if that makes sense.
Damian Wayne (older than his current age of course)
What turns them on?
✶Training together, seeing you fight and such. The way your body moves…Gets him every time. ✶The way you look at him and tell him “I love you”. He’ll never get tired of it. Seeing the love in your eyes for him, knowing you mean it, that there’s at least one person in the world that really love and appreciate his bratty ass. ✶When you caress his hair, fingers massaging his scalp. Soothing and arousing at the same time. ✶The way you bite your lips or stick out your tongue when you’re focused.
What turns them off?
✶He tries to be nice about it but…Body odors. If you smell because you two jumped on each other before you could take a shower…Instant turn off. Even his own smell could turn him off. Basically, if it smells bad, he won’t be able to concentrate on sex at all. He’s a living paradox however as he loves the smell of your sweat. ✶Hurting you. ✶Rude and vulgar people. ✶Lack of empathy.
✶Sensory deprivation. Like blindfolded, so you have to rely on trust and such. Or handcuffed, so you can’t touch and…again trust comes in. Sometimes, he would put headphones on your ears, so you wouldn’t know what his next move is by the sound…Basically, knowing you trust him and letting him do all that. ✶He likes trying new things.But will never do anything you’re uncomfortable doing of course. Consent is key. ✶Always the tease though. ✶Sometimes, he’ll argue with you ON PURPOSE just for the amazing make-up sex afterward…Each time you’ll give him a look meaning : “really Damian ?”, and he’ll just smirk back at you. He knows how to push all your buttons, and oh, he just really like the way you are during make-up sex. ✶You come first. He loves you, he wants you to be comfortable, but he also like trying new things and he’s so damn glad he found someones like you who’s willing to be adventurous.
jooheon (monstax) + you (reader) word count: 7,233 warnings: i have no excuse for this flithy, graphic smut (that includes but is not limited to thigh riding, breath play, mild degradation, spanking, etc) and strong language (some slut shaming) and brief mentions of infidelity a/n: i was inspired by the new mv and channeled that inspiration into a gang!au, bad boy jooheon sexy time fest and before you say anything yes i know he is a total squish in real life that’s why it’s called fiction :)
You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.
“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”
Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.
Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.
Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.
“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.
Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.
“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”
“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.
“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”
“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.
He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.
Request: a dom!jungkook smut when y/n is a cheerleader and he is like the
player of the sport and yeah they could like have the fun in the changing room~
Pairing: Dom!Jungkook, Football!Jungkook X Cheerleader!Reader
Summary: Y/n, best flyer on the cheerleading squad. Jungkook, best kicker
and scorer on the football team. What will happen when things get heated
between the two all because of something that he just spilled out of his mouth.
Summary: Archie and you have a fight when Veronica can’t seem to understand that Archie isn’t single but that doesn’t stop her from kissing him. During ‘Secrets and Sins’ some things you didn’t know are revealed causing a rift but with the sex be enough to convince you how much Archie cares?
Characters: Reader x Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom, Chuck Clayton, Dilton Doiley, FP Jones, Jason Blossom (mentioned) and Ms. Grundy (mentioned).
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. Some parts of the dialogue from the episode has been changed to fit the fic.
Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, party, fighting, and smut.
The minute Archie told you about Betty throwing Jughead a birthday party you knew it would go bad. When you were young Mrs. Jones would babysit you for extra cash, your parents doubled the average pay to her. That meant you grew up close with Jughead as if you were siblings or really close cousins and you knew how much he hated his birthday.
You were shocked when Archie allowed the get together build into a fill fledged high school part with two kegs in attendance. Your boyfriend was acting odd but refused to tell you why and you didn’t appreciated Veronica making eyes at your oblivious boyfriend.
"Being Fuckable Does Not Mean Being Date-able." [Dylan O’brien] Pt. 1
THANK YOU FOR 1k FOLLOWERS GUYS!!!!
This is probably the last request I’ll ever do. And it’s from a long time ago. Sorry. Requests kind of give me writers block because of the certain plot that has to go with it so forgive me if I never got to yours, but enjoy this last one because after this I will just write what comes to mind! MY BOX IS STILL OPEN FOR COMMENTS OR QUESTIONS THOUGH!!!
PART 2 anon: Heyyy buddy I think you writing is amazing could you do one where the reader is drunk and at a party Dylan had to take her home and she accidentally tells him that she likes him then the morning after he confronts her about it.
My eyes were very focused on my ipad settled below my chin. Laying on my stomach, I felt my shoulders begin to cramp. I grabbed my ipad and laid my back on the pillows trying to desperately finish the story before I start to get ready for my plans later. I had a guilty pleasure, it was reading dirty stories, Dylan somehow never teased me about it, but from time to time he did laugh a little.
“Are you reading smut again?” Dylan’s voice rang through my ears. I forgot he was beside me now curiously looking over to see what I was doing.
“Yes and?” He put his hands up in defense as his eyebrows worked their way closer to each other.
“Nothing Rachel Green.”
“Shut up Joey.” I said responding to his ‘Friends’ reference, the episode where Joey found out Rachel was reading a dirty book. My eyes scanned the paragraphs as I was trying to get back to where I was, “How come you read smut when you literally can get sex whenever you can, “
My attention was very much now on him already knowing what was coming. His eyes wandered and paused directly at my lips. It’s like he realized his stare was starting to affect me that he tilted his eyes back to mine.
“Uh, what I mean is that I’ve seen you do it.” He explained in order for me to not interpret it wrong.
Was he serious? Well because Dylan, you are my best friend, and when I read these books I picture you in them with me but I know fucking your best friend would be weird for you.
That’s what I should of said, but instead the words jumbled up into,
“Because it’s entertaining to see the climax and story of the couple right before they fuck, and even staying for the resolution after.” I stated, not even bothering to look at him any longer with the intent of wanting to jump every bone of his body as I kept reading further.
I could see his hands intertwining together as both of them were playing around with each other between his legs. His eyes kept directing at me as if waiting for me to answer sincerely.
“Okay because I have needs Dylan! Did you really want me to say that I get horny a lot?” I rolled my eyes as his smile plastered pure satisfaction after I fezzed up.
“But horny of what? Just go have sex? There’s something you’re not telling me here.” He paused.
“Better yet, just fuck me.” he shrugged. He always flirted as a joke so casually and it irritated the hell out of me.
For us, saying, ‘fuck me’ is a regular one on one jokingly flirting with each other thing. We always joke sexually but lately it was becoming hard for me to just act like I didn’t want him to pound into me. I had it bad for my ‘best friend’.
These love stories with smut in them focused on two things I wanted most, Dylan’s affection and his- well, dick. I didn’t want to be just friends anymore, I wanted something real with him. I read the cliche wattpad books with the plot of best friends falling for each other, pathetic in my situation, believe me, I know.
“No.” I rolled my eyes for the second time hinting at him to stop and wasn’t in the mood for casual jokes.
“You wouldn’t fuck me?” His hand went over his chest pretending to be insulted. I was getting really sick of this, I was ready to snap. He wanted to play? Alright Let’s play.
I pressed the button on the corner of my ipad for it to rest, I could feel stare behind me as he watched me place it on the night stand. All the attention was on him now,
“You know, what? I wouldn’t mind doing something right now. And since you keep interrupting me..” His curious eyes followed my actions.
“Let’s have sex.” I could of sworn that if he had water right now he would spit it right out. His eyes were left in shock to what I had just mentioned which caused me to smirk. I never responded to his jokes, I usually just laughed or rolled my eyes, but it was annoying me now. He needed to learn a lesson.
After several rapid blinks he managed to let out a stutter, “I- do you like me?” A huge smile on his face suddenly appeared, His hand started to caress my cheek. Did he think I was joking?
His question caught me by surprise so I stepped back a little. I was terribly afraid of his rejection. If he didn’t feel the same way, everything would be ruined.
“What? No!” I laughed it off, “Dylan, I said I would fuck you, because let’s admit it, you are hot. But an emotional attachment? Hell no. You’re my best friend?” That is not what I wanted to say at all, but I did not want to be humiliated. His face dropped and went back to a careless expression, his eyes turned darker and they broke contact with mine as his hand extracted from my face.
“Being fuck-able does not mean being date-able.” I leaned forward as I made my way across him. My legs were now snaking around his waist as he was sitting down gasping at my every movement as I sat down on him quickly.
“What’s wrong? Tired of all the sexual jokes?” My lips whispered into to his ear. “Cause I am.” I said lower, “You should put them to the test.” Just as I was about to lean a tad bit close to his lips, his hands grabbed my chin and stopped me.
“Can you just drop it? I get it, I got a taste of my own medicine.” He grabbed my arms in a careful way but shoved me softly off him. He was heading out of my door, as he turned around not even looking at me, suddenly he had such interest in his phone. It’s what he does when he’s mad or annoyed. He avoids eye contact with me and goes on his phone/
“Don’t forget we planned a night out today, I’ll come by at eight.”
And with that he rushed out of my house leaving me utter shock. What was with the sudden attitude? His cold answers really started to made me wonder if I made him uncomfortable with my reaction. He has rejected to fuck me? Of course I wasn’t going though with it but he left before I finished.
It stung so bad. As if I wasn’t good enough to have sex with? My ego was getting to me but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed of this whole situation. He thought he got a taste of his own medicine? He hasn’t seen the half of it. He wasn’t getting away with embarrassing me that easy.
Four hours later passed and It was almost eight. I made sure to look extra tonight, cause I was an extra bitch. The knocks on the door soon startled me. He came twenty minutes later than he said but I was okay with it.
He was moody again. He stood a few more seconds at the door, “are we leaving?” still typing on his phone.
“Yes, i just need to get my purse and put on lipstick. Are you just gonna stand there and wait?” His eyes shot up and once he got a hold of the sight, he stared up and down at me. I was wearing a short black tight dress as my black heels complimented it. My hair was straightened, and I hardly straighten it. I go more for the curls usually. My make up was the same yet I added wing eyeliner.
He gasped for about ten seconds as he moved his hand up on down his lip. “Why are you wearing that?” He quickly rushed to my couch as he grabbed a cushion and somehow put it on his lap. He was fidgeting a bit, a normal person wouldn’t notice but I just paid too much attention.
“I’m going to try to get fucked tonight, you’re right. I shouldn’t be reading things about it I should just go get the real thing.” I replied coldly.
“You know I was kidding about that. Read all the porn you want.” He winked playfully.
“Cute.” I laughed mockingly. His expression turned cold again as he rolled his eyes. “Fine. Um I’m going to wait in the car.”
“Kay.” This time I didn’t bother to look back as he left to his car. His annoying mood swings were getting on my nerves.
When we got to the club, Dylan’s grip was hesitant, as if he didn’t want to let me go and enjoy myself. “Let’s go dance!” His eyes landed on my dress again, “ Yeah let’s not. Let’s go get a drink or two first.” His grip was still on my waist.
I could see his protective side coming out, and it was irritating to say the least. “Fine.” I fake smiled to show him I was annoyed.
Six shots later, it was finally kicking in. I was already heading to the dance floor, I could tell Dylan was watching from a far. His eyes rolled so far back every time he saw me interact with a guy, it was ridiculous.
It didn’t take long before he saw I was a little too drunk that I couldn’t keep up with my feet. “Alright, we should go now.” He gently intertwined my arm with his as he took us to the exit.
“Dylan! I was about to get some tonight, now they’re going to think you’re like my boyfriend and not want to talk to me!”
“Good.” He lead us towards his car. “How much did you drink?” I asked as we both got inside.
“I drank other beverages, I’m the designated driver remember.” He said harshly. I didn’t say one word to him the whole ride home, but I could tell we were going to his since it was closer. He was being so rude that every time he spoke, my heart ached a bit more.
The silence wasn’t awkward, he knew when something was bugging me so he just doesn’t add to it.
When the car stopped at his house I was afraid of facing him because there was a tear that escaped my eye and I swiped it quickly off. if I said anything he would still notice because of my shaky voice.
“Y/N.” His voice said from a distance but I blocked it out as I kept looking down at my shoes.
“Hey Y/N. Are you crying?” Dylan scooted closer as he cupped my cheeks.
“You’ve been so distant this whole day after I made a move on you. I mean I get it, we’re best friends and you’d never go for more than that. You’d never love me the way I love you, but the fact that you don’t see me as a desirable person? It’s worse than punching me in the face.”
I felt my sadness overcome me as my sleepiness mixed with it. My eyes started to close as my tears still kept streaming out.
“And it hurts Dylan.” I managed to say in my sad, sleepy voice. “It hurts so much because I want to be your everything, and seeing you that disgusted of me just teared me.” And sleep soon consumed my brain I was out with my as the water droplets from my eyes barely started to dry. Guess crying yourself to sleep is a real thing?
Dylan however was very much awake. He was speechless, and he was positive I wasn’t going to remember a thing in the morning.
Genre : Fluff, romance,comedy,implicit language & sexual innuendos Pairing:Jungkook x reader Length: 13002 words Summary : This is a series based on all of your first times with jungkook, from your childhood till adulthood
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THE FIRST TIME YOU WERE SENIORS IN HIGH SCHOOL
“Jungkookie” you raised a seductive brow as you slowly pulled onto his uniform’s tie
“What’s up?” his back was pressed against the wall, questioning your little acts
“Isn’t this uniform a little too stuffy?” you commented “This tie seems to be suffocating you”
“I don’t know…” he pulls your waist closer as he eyed your lips hungrily “Maybe it is?”
“What should we do about this, then?” you lift your head to lock eyes with him
“I don’t know, you tell me” Jungkook trails his fingers dangerously close to your skirt
Jungkook groaned as the vibrations of his phone were continuously heard on his night table. The so-called lazy boy wasn’t catching a single break since senior year began. His obligations and future goals were continuously roaming inside his victimized brain. So many things piling up, waiting for him to achieve them, yet the boy was taking his sweet time, sleeping under the soft blankets of love and pulling them closer against his sturdy body.
“Three more minutes mom” He muttered in his sleep
The phone wasn’t vibrating this time but it started ringing which meant that he had an oncoming call. The boy sat up and kicked his blanket in a fury as he hated being interrupted in his sleeping activities. He was having the best dream in a while yet someone had to interrupt his perfect fictional fantasy of getting it on with his long time crush.
He growls before burying his face back onto his pillow as his long fingers reached the electronical device to answer the call. It didn’t take long before he gave a reply that made the recipient’s heart drop and soul’s leave from their body. In fact, Kim Taehyung was always bound to get tangled in a mess when it came to his best friend Jungkook.
“KIM TAEHYUNG, YOU SON OF A DUMB FUCKIDY FUCKIDIDOO, WHAT’S UP?” Jungkook ran a hand through his hair in frustration
“Well damn, seems like someone is not in the mood to talk to me” Taehyung felt taken aback “and what was it? Fuckidy-doo? The fuck is that? You may think you’re being swag right now, but fuckididoo is not happening, just like fetch never happened”
“Look here, you stylish looking brat” Jungkook growled on the other side before clenching his fist “You just ruined the most amazing dream I ever had in my entire life” Jungkook faked a sob
“Did you just call me a brat? I was born before your ass even got out of the oven” Taehyung argued back “What was your dream?! Was it spicy~~~~” Taehyung squealed on the other line
“There’s no way I’m telling you. I’m keeping it to myself so that it actually becomes real” Jungkook rolled his eyes before adding “Sorry to break it out to you but you’re a jinx, Kim Taehyung”
“I’m a jinx? Yeah, you definitely had some sort of kinky dream” Taehyung chuckled “Who was the chick this time? Selena Gomez? Oh!!! Was it Ariana Grande? You have a thing for brunette girls these days”
“I don’t have a thing for brunette girls, what are you saying? When did I ever say that…” he sighed before ruffling his hair
Jungkook had a type for the past few months and it always changed a few weeks in and out. He was smitten over blonde girls with slim bodies barely three months ago and now he found his new obsession with curvy brunettes. They apparently seemed like the kind of girls who’d teach him a thing or two. All of this was a misconception and even if Jungkook did had a preference for certain hair colors, he never had the guts to ever approach a girl or to stutter a single word if that girl in question wasn’t you.
Truth had it that Jeon Jungkook was only comfortable around you. He was used to your presence, your scent, your hair color, your clinginess and your comments. Having a type was a thing, but Jungkook tried getting his mind off of you for the past two years, which is why he fell into an ideal type abyss. He didn’t even had an ideal type to begin with , he just wanted to have reason as to why he wouldn’t have to ever develop deeper feelings for you.
“Ayyy…you thought I’d fall for that?” Taehyung shot on the other line “It was definitely a steamy dream. Spill the bean and share the goods with me”
“I dreamt of cows and sheeps running in a field! Happy now?” Jungkook replied
“The fuck? Isn’t that a conception dream? “Taehyung half shouted “Bro, who the fuck have you knocked up? DID YOU MAKE SOMEONE PREGNANT?!”
Summary : You hated everything
about Jungkook, from his cocky smirk to his annoying voice, and he
could say the same about you. But the both of you were stuck together,
forced to live with each other because of the landlord, it wasn’t a
choice. Yet, you didn’t know if he really hated you, or if you
really hated his voice once you came home from work, hearing your name
tumbling from his mouth in breathy moans.
A/N :You can leave your feedback or requests here ! Please remember that english isn’t my first language and this is my third smut ever.
You took a deep breath, trying to containt yourself. Both of your hands flat on the kitchen counter, you closed your eyes. You didn’t want to get mad, especially this soon in the morning. You opened your eyes, before staightening your back and adjusting your shirt.
« Jungkook. », you called, hoping he would hear you through the noises of cars and shot guns coming from the tv. Your roommate simply hummed, not taking his eyes off of the screen.
« Jungkook, listen to me. », you harshly said. He paused his game to look at you, eyebrows raised at your boldness. The noises stopped abruptly, immersing the room in an almost religious silence. Jungkook moved his head, questionning.
« How many times do I have to tell you to do the fucking dishes ? », you asked through gritted teeth. The boy only rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
« Argh, I’ll do them later. », he simply said, his face turning towards the tv again.
« Jungkook you need to do them now. », you started, making your voice a little louder so he could hear you over the noise.« We don’t have any plates or bowls. », you continued, making your way to the living room.
You really didn’t want to fight him, last night was enough, but everything was dirty in the kitchen, and you needed to eat before going to work. Your rubbed your temples, breathing in.
« Jungkook, I need to eat, I have to go to work. », you said, like you were talking to a child, standing in front of the screen.
« Y/N, move ! », almost screamed Jungkook, making motions with his hand before looking up at you.
He saw your determined look, arms crossed. He got up from the couch, tossing his controller, and he swore to himself that he would make you pay for it.
You took a deep breath, exiting from your car. The cold air ghosting over your skin, calming your nerves. You had a long and stressful day, the door of your apartment seemed like the door to heaven. You looked up at the dark sky, before your attention got caught by the light coming from the window of your living room.
It was rare for Jungkook to stay in the living room, normaly he would watch a movie in his room, but maybe he was still playing his game, you thought.
You quickly walked towards the building, you were craving to feel the soft fabric of your duvet and rest for the week end.
Your hand grabbed the cold door handle, opening the heavy door of your apartment building. You were bending to take your shoes off and allow your heels to rest before you heard it.
The pounding sound of music, and you already knew where it was coming from. You cursed, rapidly climbing the stairs. You didn’t even had to pull your keys out of your purse, since the door of your apartment was wide open.
Almost immediately, you started fumming, fists clenched. From the hallway you could see silhouettes moving around, dancing to the music.
« You got to be fucking kidding me. », you mumbled to yourself, walking into your apartment. The smell of alcohol was obvious, but you couldn’t care less, actively looking around to find Jungkook. People were dancing, and you looked horrified, as you noticed some people you didn’t know on your couch, an obvious stain on the arm rest.
You looked around, trying to find someone you knew. You made you way into the crowd, feeling out of place with your working clothes. Your body was pushed against other people, and suddently, you felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you into the person’s torso.
« Y/N ! You’re finally home ! », the person giggled, hugging you from the back, and you instantly knew who the voice belonged to. « Jungkook, what the fuck is going on ?! », you almost screamed, turning around and freeing yourself from his embrace.
Even if you hated Jungkook, you knew him enough to tell that he was at least tipsy, a gummy smile on his face. The boy’s hands went back to your hips, pulling you into him once again. His head went to the crook of your neck, and you couldn’t help but move your head away.
« We’re just having a little party. », he explained.« Dance with me. »
His request took you off garde, your palms went to his torso so you could look into his eyes.« Jungkook. », you said sweetly. The boy hummed, hands locking behind your back.
« I want everyone out of here in 30 minutes or I’m kicking you out. » Jungkook’s smile instantly vanished, his normal self coming back as his touch disappeared.
« Oh, you forgot ? », you asked, fake pouting. « If the landlord finds out that you organised a party without informing him, you’re out. »
In reality, you were just threatening him. Yes, the landlord would probably kick him out if he found out, but the neighbours were on vacation, so no one was there to complain about the noise. And on the other hand, even if you hated Jungkook, you would rather live with him than paying the full rent, because, let’s be real, finding a new roommate was hard.
If eyes could kill, you would probably be dead. Jungkook was enrage, and you only smiled at him, feeling victorious. He licked his lips, looking around, and you knew you had won, walking away to your room, pushing away everyone too close to you.
You quickly slammed your door, sighing as you untied your hair.
After a few moments, the apartment was left silent, Jungkook apparently got rid of everyone pretty quickly.
Your head fell on your pillow as you wrapped yourself in your duvet, sighing in relief. Your muscles started to relax slowly, starting to fall asleep, before you heard it.
A girl moaning.
You rubbed your eyes before tossing your duvet away from your body, you had spent one of the worst night ever. You were already exhausted, your eyes closing without your will, and it was hot, way too hot, the duvet sticking to the thin layer of sweat on your skin. And on top of that, Jungkook fucked some random girl he certainly didn’t know.
You knew he was doing this just to piss you off, you could already see his annoying smirk on his face. You sighed, getting up, your feet meeting the cold wooden floor. You walked out of your room, not caring about your appearance, you were only wearing a long t-shirt and your underwear. You were craving for some tea and you needed it now. You quickly brushed your teeth, noticing no signs of Jungkook’s presence and made your way to the kitchen.
To your surprise, the living room was clean, no cups of the floor, no empty bottles. If it wasn’t for the stain on your couch, it was like nothing happened. You raised your eyebrows, at least you wouldn’t have to fight with Jungkook.
Pouring the hot water in your cup, you absently watched as the water turned brown. You slowly added the milk, before feeling two hands on your hips, rolling your eyes as Jungkook’s head dropped to the crook of your neck.
You groaned, getting away from his grip, leaving your cup on the kitchen counter to take care of your toast.
« I wouldn’t mind waking up to this every day. », he said, with his low morning voice, leaning in the corner of the kitchen. Your back was turned to him, but you could feel is eyes travel down your legs.
« Fuck you. », you simply said, spreading your chocolate on the bread. Jungkook didn’t respond, silently watching you.
You made your way towards your cup, but the boy stood beside you, his hand sneaking once again on your hip. « Is that for me ? », he asked. His head moved towards the plate, humming the smell of the toast, while doing so, his breath ghosted over the skin of your cheek, his perfume he was wearing making you dizzy.
Your hand smacked his torso,
« What the fuck, no. »
« Wow, after cleaning the living room I thought I would get some kind of reward. », he said, his tone changing at the last word. You turned around,« Oh so, I should give you a reward because you cleaned the mess you’ve made after you threw a party ? »
Jungkook opened his mouth, but you continued,« Besides, even if you ended the party, the girl you fucked was way too loud. », you said, leaning against the kitchen counter and taking a sip of your tea and putting the cup down.
He almost looked embarrassed for a split second, before regaining his cocky attitude, leaning towards you. His hand went to your jaw, his thumb lightly tugging at you bottom lip. His boldness caused your breath to get caught in your throat, and he saw it. Smirking, he hummed,
« You can tell me if you’re jealous, you know. »
He licked his lips, watching your own lips, and unconsciously leaning towars them.
« You need to clean the stain on my couch. », you breathed, before escaping from his embrace.
After the “accident”, nothing like that happened again.
Yes, you thought about it, was he really going to kiss you ? Are was it just another way to annoy you ? If he wanted to annoy you, it was working, and what pissed you off more than anything, was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was, and he didn’t seem to care, as if it never happened. And you wish you never happened, you wished you never felt you heart beat so fast.
Of course, you got back to Jungkook, stealing his video games until he cleaned your couch. He had to clean it himself, and hated every second of it. And once again, he swore he would make you pay for it.
And he did. You had a sleepover at your best friend’s house, and Jungkook knew it. While you were getting ready, he took his chance and sneaked into your room, easely finding your bag.
He knew you would probably kill him, but his plan was too perfect. The next day, after the sleepover, you and your friends would go to the club. He knew you were excited about it, and he didn’t feel an once of guilt when he poured the ink of his pen on your red dress.
He was going to ruin your night just like you ruined his in the first place. Quickly folding the fabric and shoving in back in your bag, he closed your it before going back to the living room like nothing happened.
And you should have knowned that he was up to something when he sweetly smiled at you before you closed the door.
But Jungkook’s plan wasn’t that good, he thought that you would only see the ruined fabric after the sleepover, just before going out. But you were too excited to show your new dress and unpacked your bag as soon as you entered your bestfriend’s house.
Your heart sank when you unfolded the fabric, discovering the wide black stain in the middle of the dress, before rage took over you. Cursing loudly, you didn’t give your best friend any explaination before storming out of her house, blood boiling, fingers impatiently taping on the steering wheel at every red light.
You almost ran up the stairs, before taking a deep breath when you were faced by your door.
« Calm down, you don’t want to kill someone tonight. », you thought.
But another voice in your head reminded you that the dress he ruined costed a lot, and you really needed this night out with your friends to relax and suddently, all the rage that was starting to fade came back in a wave.
Opening your door, you were greeted by the darkness of your living room, and for a second you thought Jungkook was gone, maybe out for the night, but you heard something. The boy was probably playing some game with his friends.
Quietly walking without turning the light on, you followed the faint noise before freezing in the middle of the room.
The noises, it’s wasn’t him talking, it was him moaning.
You were so shoked, you almost dropped your keys. You didn’t know if you had to laugh, open the door of his room or just run away as quickly as possible and act like nothing happened.
Putting your keys down on the kitchen counter, you leaned against it. You could hear your rapid heat beat along side Jungkook’s moan, sweat starting to form on your forehead. You wanted to get out, so bad, but you were stuck there, unable to move. His moans were getting louder, his breath ragged, little whines coming from his lips from time to time.
Your cheeks were starting to heat up, when you heard a particularly loud moan, before
Your eyes opened, wide, starring at Jungkook’s bedroom door. You moved your head, you swore to yourself it was just your brain tricking you.
But you heard it again, clearer this time.
« Y/N, fuck ! »
And your heart sank, once again. Your name was tumbling from his lips in broken moans, your legs felt like jelly, his breath got more and more erratic as yours got caught and suddently,
It stopped, and the whole apartment was silent, like nothing happened. Your eyes still wide, you started to breath normaly again. You took your keys, head dropping to look at the floor, before you heard the door.
You immediatly looked up, cursing yourself for not running away when you could. You froze as you saw Jungkook, walking out of his room, obviously frustrated. His hand running in his hair, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a layer of sweat visible on his torso. He looked up, and froze.
For what felt like an eternity, no one talked, looking at each other like a deer caught in headlights. Your throat was dry, unable to talk, your mouth opened and closed without letting out a single sound. The air was thick, your eyes traveling from his red lips to his rising and falling chest.
Jungkook was the first to open his mouth, breaking the silence.
« Y/N, I, eh, didn’t hear you come in. », he said taking a step forward.
« I, eh… », you tried, stepping back, forgeting why you were there in the first place.
« How long have you been here ? », he asked, a hand rubbing his collarbone.
« I- », you started, before your back hit the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs.
Jungkook licked his lips, eyes traveling from your mouth to your eyes.
« You heard me ? », he asked, even if he knew the answer. His breath ghosted over your skin, one hand beside your face on the wall, the other holding your chin.
« Yeah. », you breathed, looking into his eyes, you didn’t know if it was the lack of light but they seemed a shade darker.
The boy licked his lips again, blinked a few times before boldly asking.
« Can I kiss you ? »
And without thinking, you nodded, a sigh leaving your lips when your roommate eagerly kissed you. Jungkook instantly moaned into your mouth, pressing himself against you. His hand detached from the wall, falling to grip your hip.
His soft lips moved against yours, before his tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you immediatly gave. And it was a battle for dominance, Jungkook’s hand left you chin, sneaking under your shirt, eager to feel you skin against his.
His head went to your neck, and you didn’t move, letting him kiss his way down to your collarbone. He was craving to do this since the kitchen accident, your skin looking way too flawless to his liking. And all he wanted to do was to mark you, all over your body.
A sigh ran down from your lips when he found a special spot, and he started sucking on your skin, leaving a purple mark.
Both his hands pushed the fabric of your shirt up, and you got the hint, taking your shirt off. Your arms wrapped around his torso, feeling his skin against yours, you lips founding his neck, but before you could start your torture, he stopped you.
« Y/N, don’t tease. », he breathed. And god, he sounded so needy, out of breath and you only kissed his neck, you wondered how wrecked he would be after you’re done with him.
Seeing that you didn’t respond, Jungkook pressed himself against you, making you feel his boner, and he was hard.
Your lips went back to the base of his neck, while your hand traveled down his torso, until you met the hem of his sweatpants.
« Y/N, plea- », he started, getting cut when your hand palmed him through the fabric. His head rolled back, a moan tumbling from his lips.
You liked your lips, watching him in awe, his fingers digging in your waist.
« Don’t tease. », he said through gritted teeth, pulling you closer. His hand grabbed yours, kissing your knuckles to your elbow.
« Jungkook. », you breathed, wrapping you arms around his neck. He hummed, eyelids heavy. His cheeks were slightly red, lips swollen, and you couldn’t help but kiss him again instand of answering.
He walked you towards his room, lips never leaving yours.
Leaving the lights off, he softly layed you on his bed before towering over you. Your fingers went to the hem of your jean, taking it off. Jungkook’s hands unclapped your bra, tossing it somewhere, his mouth instantly wrapping around your nipple.
« Jungkook, we don’t have time for that. », you moaned, feeling the uncomfortable wetness starting to form in your underwear. The boy was as eager as you, leaving you breast before almost ripping your panties.
« Fuck, I’m so hard. », he moaned, when you took his sweatpants off. He quickly got up, opening the drawer of his nightstand to take a condom. He hurriedly opened the package, rolling the condom on his shaft.
You signed when his hands went on either sides of your hand, feeling the heat of his body. Your hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling him towards your lips, kissing him again, never getting enough of the feeling.
He pulled back slightly, a smirk streching his lips.
« Babygirl. », he called, waiting for you to open your eyes. One of his hand grabbed the back of your thigh, placing your leg on his hip.
« Who are you wet for ? », he asked, a devilish smile on his face.
You wanted to slap him, but you needed him, and you breathed.
« You. »
Jungkook almost moaned, his head went back to your neck before entering you. Jungkook groaned, his breath ragged. You arched your back, your nails digging into his shoulders.
« Jungkook, please. », you moaned, and he started rolling his hips in a slow but deep pace. Your head dropped back, you started biting your lip, trying to muffle your moans, but Jungkook noticed.
« Don’t you fucking dare. », he started, thumb tugging at your lip.« Moan for me or I’ll stop. »
You whined, and Jungkook started slamming back into you. His hand grabbed your hair, pulling at it to expose your neck, and he started biting and sucking on the skin, breathy moans coming from your lips.
Your other leg wrapped around Jungkook’s waist, his dick was hitting a spot making you moan at every thrust. Jungkook was a moaning mess on top of you, his broken whispers transforming into long moans and deep groans.
He was getting closer and closer, but he wanted to make you come first, he needed to see it.
« Are you gonna cum for me ? », Jungkook ask, teeth biting on your lower lip. You could only whine, your hand gripping his hair.
Jungkook’s hips started making deep and slow thrusts, one which was particularly hard, helping you reach your high.
A last moan filled the room, before your came around Jungkook, your eyes closing, mouth falling agape.
Jungkook groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him. « Fuck, such a good girl. », he complimented through gritted teeth, before reaching his climax, softly moaning near your ear, your name falling and falling from his lips as he came in the condom.
He collapsed on top of you, the both of you trying to catch your breath, bodies sweaty.
Summary:Y/n is an actress, she stars as Theo’s beta on Teen Wolf and has been for the past 1 ½ years. Her character Rebecca is required to have a steamy make out session with Theo leading into other things. No one knows that both Y/n and Cody are actually in a serious relationship until now.
Warning:Steamy make out sesh,kinda fluff and suggested smut.
A/N: gif credit to their respected owners ps ignore the fact i used Scallison as a gif it was the closest to my imagination XD
The day started like any other I arrived on set at a quarter to 8 as I always did, as usual Shelley and Tyler were on set first. I parked my car,grabbed my phone and bag then made my way out locked the car and went on with my way.
“Hey Y/n,on time as usual” Tyler greeted “that’s my girl” Shelley embraced me sweetly “So whatcha wanna do till showtime?” I asked “I dunno how bout pull a prank?” Tyler smirked wickedly “yes totally” Shelley moved her hands like a wicked scientist “but who?” I wondered “well we’ve done Dylan,Sprayberry,Ryan,Victoria-” Tyler began but Shelley cut him off “Khylin,Michael, Ian,J.R,Melissa,Holland,Each other” I pondered “Cody..we haven’t done Cody” I smiled nervously “that’s so true” Tyler exclaimed “let’s get a move on it he gets here by before 9″ Shelley expressed.
Summary: Bucky asks to borrow your laptop and finds the smutty fanfiction that you’ve been writing on your anonymous Tumblr account.
Warnings: smut, secondhand embarrassment, fingering, metal arm kink
A/N: Thank you guys for being so nice to me today and sending me asks because I really like getting asks and they helped me feel better. I finished writing this at three in the morning because my anxiety is really bad because I’m waiting for my advisor to email me back about whether or not I can withdrawal my Physics class and I’m going really crazy waiting because I have a Physics test Thursday and welp. Anyway, that’s why you have this fic; I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this. Feedback is welcome and encouraged. If you want to be added to the tag list you have to send me an ask.
“Hey, (Y/N), can I borrow your laptop?” Bucky peered into your room, making sure you weren’t indecent first.
“Yeah, that’s fine.” You unplugged the MacBook from it’s charger and handed it to Bucky. “I’ll be down in the gym if you have any questions.”
“Thanks, doll.” His fingers brushed against yours as he took the metal computer from you. The mixture of his pet name and the tingling from his touch sent a need between your legs. “Mind if I just sit in here and use it?”
“Not at all.” You headed out of your room and to the gym, ready to work out.
Prompt: Maybe one where bill got into a fight in the club and you take care of his wounds
Warning: slightlg minor rape attempt if you squint
You huffed frustratedly as you looked at the two dresses in the mirror. Bill decided to have some fun and take you out to the local club to dance. You weren’t much into drinking or dancing but it was a night with Bill so you didn’t mind.
However the one part was that you couldn’t pick out the two dresses you were holding up. One was tight fitting and black with two crossing straps that showed off your cleavage as it went around the neck and the other was a beautiful shimmering mini dress that reminded you of an ocean had slits up the side.
You held the black one up to your body and examined yourself before doing the same with the other dress. You continuously switched between both but you couldn’t tell which one you should wear.
This was your first time going out to a club too—and you were 26.
Bill came in wearing black pants with a white graphic shirt and black blazer looking young yet elegant as always.
“You aren’t dressed yet?” He teased.
“I’m stuck between these two dresses.” You said revealing them to Bill.
He stepped closer and looked at them carefully before deciding, “I like the shimmery one. It matches your beautiful personality well.”
Bill pinched your chin and you blushed before leaving his grasp taking your dress into the bathroom. You fumbled with the zipper for a little bit but eventually you got the dress on.
You noticed it had a low scoop top in the front to reveal some of your cleavage and dipped down way low in the back. The sleeves went down to just above your elbow and you slipped on black converses and styled your hair into a braid style.
You put very light makeup on since you didn’t like to wear a lot of that gunk and stepped out to Bill who was sitting on the bed on his phone. When he heard the door squeak open though he turned to look and his jaw dropped.
You looked so beautiful to him, almost as beautiful as the first time he had talked to you. You walked towards him and Bill noticed that when you walked in the light the dress seemed to move like an ocean.
“Do I look okay?” You asked twirling around clumsily since you weren’t exactly a ballerina, much less graceful, but that’s what Bill loved about you.
“Bill?” You asked noticing him staring.
You tugged down at the bottom of the dress self consciously and Bill didn’t close his mouth until he nearly started drooling. He played it off by coughing once into his fist and wiping the drool off of his face with his blazer sleeve.
“Is it bad?” You asked softly.
“N-No not at all. In fact the complete opposite really.” Bill replied definitely eyeing the cut outs showing even more skin.
He reached out and pulled you towards him wrapping his arms around your hips. You blushed as he nuzzled against your stomach.
“Bill! I’m not pregnant!”
“I just love you so much.” He replied before standing up to kiss you tasting your vanilla flavored lip gloss.
“Now c'mon let’s go.” The man said taking your hand and leading you away.
“Let me grab my coat first!”
You arrived to the club and you couldn’t help but shift nervously. This was your first time ever going to a club. As soon as your feet stepped onto the cement you could feel the heavy beat coming from inside already.
Neon lights decorated the sides of the building showing off alcoholic drinks and the clubs name Neon Moon, which was the most highly exclusive club.
“Bill you got us into Neon Moon?” You asked your eyes wide.
“I may have pulled a few strings and got us in.” He replied.
“Thank you so much!” You said giving him a tight hug.
He smiled and kissed your head, “Your welcome baby. Now c'mon.”
Bill gave his keys to the valet before leading you past the line of people behind a velvet rope. Most of them squealed and fangirled loudly making your ears hurt as the gushed and swooned and screamed at their top of their shrill lungs.
You felt a little undressed noticing them all wearing their thousand dollar jewelry well you had on for jewelry was a black velvet choked and a coiled necklace with a star pendant. You weren’t much into the “bling-bling” since you didn’t want to be one of those high maintenance girls that go every week to get botox injected.
You felt self conscious when you noticed several of them were glaring flaming daggers towards you because you were his girlfriend. Bill distracted you though by taking your hand and helping to hurry you past the line.
At the front was a woman who looked like her daddy was a rich millionaire. She had a real diamond crown and bachelorette sash, enough diamond jewelry to weigh as much as a small sized dog, a short and very, VERY revealing diamond coated dress, fake orange tan, enough makeup to make your eyes water, and long ass fake nails that looked like they could gouge someone’s eyes out without trying.
How was she even able to stand on those 7 inch stilettos covered in, of course, diamonds. Bill payed no attention to her and walked up to the the burly guard who looked like he only ate raw steaks and protein shakes daily.
Just standing right outside the door you could feel the thudding even more. You could literally feel the music cause the bones in your feet to rumble with the heavy beat. The bodyguard nodded without Bill or you needing to say anything and unclipped the red velvet rope in front of the door.
Bill waved to his fangirls which caused them to squeal and shriek one last time before he lead you in. You walked down a short hallway before arriving to the actual club. As soon as you entered there was a metal railing in front with two curved stair cases on both sides around it.
Around the sides of the upper floor was tables lit with fluorescent lanterns for people who wanted to dine more than dance. If you went down the stairs you could arrive to the dance floor that was was full of people.
There was a bar on the left and a dj booth up front where a well known dj was playing the sick beats. You awed as you walked over to the railing looking at all the people. Bill grinned and took your hand from the railing leading you down into the dance floor.
Bill quickly joined in dancing and you looked around timidly before dancing along. Gradually you got into it and were laughing as you danced with Bill who was smiling because you were having fun.
You especially looked beautiful under the black lighting so the ocean dress looked more planet or a galaxy themed. Eventually Bill lead you over to the bar and you held your breath noticing the bar tender was smoking.
It was already hot and hard to breath as is but the choking smell of the burning cigarette made you want to run outside to at least get a gasp of air.
“How can I help you?” He yelled over the music blowing cigarette smoke in your direction which you waved away not caring if it was a rude gesture.
“I’ll have a shot of whiskey and the lady would like a Pineapple Sunrise.” Bill said.
He knew you too well. The bartender nodded and walked away allowing you to breath.
“You okay?” Bill asked over the music.
You nodded well pressing your hand to your chest, “Yeah just the cigarette smoke…”
“I understand.” He replied nodding.
The bartender returned with your drinks and you thanked him before taking a sip. You didn’t drink alcohol often so when you did you liked to get ones with barely any or else you’d be on the floor rolling around and giggling like last time.
After you finished your drinks you went back into the dance floor a little buzzed. Well you were dancing you noticed a man at the bar who kept staring at you. Judging by his expensive looking suit was a millionaire who came here often.
“Hey I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” Bill announced before walking off.
You nodded and joined in with a group of older woman who were loud and clearly intoxicated but clearly they did like you. You danced with them for a bit until you felt a hand grab your arm.
You quickly turned around expecting Bill only to see it was the man who’d been eyeing you for the past 15 minutes. You had to admit he was kind of handsome but not as handsome as Bill.
You felt sick noticing him seemingly trace your curves taking in your smooth legs and especially taking interest in how short your dress was. You tried to tug arm away but his grip was tight and he only squeezed harder.
“Let go!” You snapped finally ripping your arm away.
“Sorry baby, but you look mighty fine.” He commented running his hand down your neck.
You slapped him hard enough to cause a few people in the crowd to stare. He chuckled and only grinned, “I like the feisty ones.”
You squeaked as he suddenly pulled you to his chest and you could smell alcohol radiating off of him like week old trash. You gagged and tried to get away but he only grabbed your hand you were shoving his shoulder with and sloppily danced around like he was at a ballroom.
“Let me go!” You struggled before eventually kneeing him straight in the nuts.
“Ow! I love you.” He commented.
You looked around frantically for Bill or at least a bouncer but you couldn’t find anyone. He grinned and you slapped his hands away trying to walk off only for him to pull you back towards him.
“Get away from me you fucking pervert!” You spat.
You noticed Bill coming out of the restroom and frantically called for him which equally just as quickly got his attention. He saw you and noticed the man trying to pull you to his chest.
He stormed over and quickly shouted, “Hey dude what the hell do you think your doing?!”
The millionaire snorted at Bill and replied, “What do you think I’m doing? She’s a might fine bitch.”
You raised your fist about to punch him but Bill stopped you, “C'mon let’s go.”
“Your just gonna leave? Huh? Pussy!”
Bill continued to walk on with you until the man attacked and grabbed Bill by the shoulder before landing a heavy blow to his face. The crowd dispersed and you took a couple steps back yourself nearly tripping over your own feet.
The man grinned feeling victorious but Bill was from Sweden. He revealed his bruised cheek and bloody nose to the crowd before attacking the man as well making them awe as if this was from a movie.
You watched concerned as they fought mostly Bill just trying to protect himself. Eventually the man pushed Bill onto the bar and began to repeatedly punch him in the face. You knew you couldn’t be a bystander anymore.
“GET OFF OF HIM!” You screamed running over and ripped the man off of Bill throwing him onto the floor.
“Bill are you okay?” You asked concerned cupping his face.
His nose was definitely broken and his face was swollen and bruised in some places.
“Yeah I’m fine.” He grunted.
Before you could speak again the drunk man attacked you this time grabbing you by your hair and yanking you away from him and punched you in the face feeling the force itself. Despite how much pain you were feeling you stomped on his foot making him cry out and let you go.
He slapped you and you fell to the floor your cheek bleeding from his ring scratching against it. Bouncers finally arrived just as the man was about to attack you again and tackled him to the ground before man handling him outside.
You stumbled over to Bill and saw he was standing up just fine despite his face being covered in blood and bruises.
“You okay?” You asked again.
He nodded, “Yeah I just think we should head home now.”
“You might wanna wash off though.”
You lead Bill to the women’s bathroom and with a wet paper towel gently helped him clean all the blood off. His nose was thankfully not broken—at least not enough to notice but he did have a few noticeable scratches and bruises on his face.
“Do I still look handsome?” He asked.
“Even if your face gets smashed in you’ll still always be handsome.” You replied kissing his bruised cheek.
He chuckled softly you continued to wipe off the blood knowing when you went home you needed to clean his wounds more throughly.
You had driven the way home since you were sure Bill had a minor concussion and was very obviously in no condition to drive. You had just gotten a minor cut and a bloody nose with a bruised cheek but otherwise you were perfectly fine.
Not so much the same for Bill.
You had to lead him to the bathroom pulling out your first aid kit to address his wounds. You hummed as you carefully dabbed a cotton ball with disinfectant on a small cut on his cheek.
He hissed lightly and squinted but otherwise was mostly quiet which clearly concerned you. When you were bandaging his knuckles you finally asked, “Why are you so quiet?”
“What are you talking about?” Bill asked.
“You’ve been quiet for so long it’s concerning. Do you feel bad for leaving me?”
The man shifted and you could tell you had hit the nail on the head.
“You feel guilty for leaving me?” You repeated.
“Yeah…” He sighed.
After finishing bandaging his knuckles you gently kissed each one making him smile softly, “Why do you feel like your to blame?
"Because when I walked away that predator attacked and…ya know. I lost.”
“Trust me Bill you didn’t lose. Cuz you still got the girl.” You said kissing him on the lips.
He smiled and pulled you onto his lap making you giggle, “That is true.”
He leaned in for another kiss and you accepted. He reached for the back of your dress and you slapped his hands away, “Careful cowboy your already going to be feeling it in the morning.”
“Taking you out the club and seeing you dirty dancing in a sexy dress was so worth it though.”
“(Name) do we have anymore Advil?”
“Told ya you were going to feel your pain in the morning.”
“I didn’t think it’d hurt this bad!”
“Well it does and because you left me now you get to experience the karma.”
“What karma? I saved you.”
“You lost the fight. Well, partially lost.”
“I did it because I love you.”
“Don’t worry baby I love you too~ but we ain’t going out to another club for a while.”
Epilogue: Yaaaaaay I’m done with this request! I know I say this about all my requests but I like this one. I like all of them I’m sorry I can’t pick just one to like XD! Thanx for reading! :D!
It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.
I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him.
Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.
Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.
The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks.
As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.
Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.
I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.
I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.
I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.
Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.
The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.
I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.
And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.
Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.
The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.
I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him.
Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass. Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.
you and joshua met at summer camp in middle school because you two were the only kids who actually read books on the bus ride to and from the camp ground
and literally all the other kids spent the time playing games or shouting but nope. you and joshua sat by each other, silently, reading
and you two,,,,,,just kinda naturally became a duo,,,,,,,like you were always partners for sporting events and helped each other during arts and crafts
and it was cute,,,,,,,,all the counselors thought you guys were adorable and the other kids would call you the shy couple but you and joshua,,,,like,,,,,,,you just became inseparable
and throughout the years you supported each other as friends until you know,,,,,,you guys started to come out of being shy and stuff and funnily enough you and joshua got into the habit of being like sorta competitive when it came to school
and you guys just got inside jokes about out-doing the other person,,,,but like all in good fun??? never seriously or in a mean way
you also gossip with each other like,,,,people see you and josh and are like woW such diligent, polite students but LOL you and him have your fair share of savageness
but it’s totally a bestfriend thing where you meet up to get coffee to study but in reality you spend time quizzing each other and complaining about shitty professors while also reminiscing about the past
“joshua remember when you got 100 on our first chem quiz as freshmen.”
“yeah, what about-”
“remember i got 103 because i did the extra credit (—:”
“,,,,,,are you really bringing that up? do i have to remind you of what else happened to us as freshmen? mainly what happened between you and that hoshi ki-”
“oK JOSHUA SH”
but as much as you’re jokingly being sarcastic with each other you truly care about each other and ,,,,,that’s why when joshua tells you he’s got extended family coming over,,,,and they’ve literally not let it go about him not being in a relationship and so,,,,,,,,if you could pleaSE just fake date him for this dinner,,,,,,,
you say yes,,,,because how can you say no???
only problem is the minute you show up the hongs are all like fiNALLY YOU Two ARE DAting,,,,,we always knew it would come to this!!!!
and joshua’s mom is nudging you because,,,,,,hey she’s been trying to get joshua to make a move since long before and joshua is like m OM
and you’re both sitting at the dinner table,,,,and yes it’s awkward but you’ve been to their house so many times that somehow??? it’s not
like it actually feels super,,,,,,nice and natural
because you know joshua and his family and even his extended family don’t seem hard to get along with at all
and for most of the dinner,,,,,,you forget that it’s fake
the smiles you and joshua share,,,,,the joking around with his parents,,,,,,,
it’s all something you’ve done before but ,,,, when joshua grabs your hand and brings it to his lips as a show for his family,,,,,,you can’t help but feel your heart race
and his lips are so warm on your skin
and before you know it you’re looking at joshua’s profile,,,,how pretty his eyes are,,,,,how he’s got such handsome features,,,,,, how he’s not the shy boy at camp but ,,,,,,,,, the drop dead gorgeous best friend of yours
who probably could date anyone,,,,,but,,,,,choose to have you by his side for this
and you’re like arguing with yourself because no,,,no he chose you because you’re his best friend,,,,he could trust you not to mess up in front of his family,,,,,,but then again joshua has other friends,,,,,to ask,,,,,,,,
and you can’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach when the dinner ends and joshua’s mom is encouraging him to walk you home
and you’re going along the sidewalk in silence and joshua is like “thank you for helping me tonight,,,,,,seriously they wouldn’t get off my back”
and you try to strain out a laugh because ahh yeah this was all a joke,,,,,,a lie,,,,,,
but as you get to your front door you’re like “joshua i-”
and he’s like “wait,,,,,,i just,,,,,,,i have a question,,,,”
and you’re like,,, what is it??? and he’s like “well i was thinking about how everyone was like,,,,,, talking about how they expected us to date,,,,,do you think that’s true?? that we,,,make a good couple,,,,,”
and joshua’s cheeks are pink,,,,eyes flicking around from you to the floor and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,oh
but you’re like “i mean i guess we are - we fooled everyone in your fami-”
but he shakes his head and he’s like “i mean,,,,,do you think we,,,,,,we could be something more?” and you’re like “,,,,,,,if i say yes will you think that’s weird?”
but joshua looks up and breathes a sigh of relief and he’s like no,,, not at all,,,,,,i thought i was the weird one for thinking tonight was so,,,,natural,,,,
and you look at him,,,,,still dressed up a bit because his mom had made him put on a tie because of formal dinner attire or whatever,,,,and the way you’ve only seen joshua flustered when he was a shy kid ,,,,, and how cute it looks on him
the unsure,,,,stuttery joshua,,,,,,,you’ve missed him
and you take a step closer to him and joshua swallows and looks down at you and you take a hold of his wrist and lean in and he closes his eyes,,,,,,,,,,
but you kiss his cheek and you’re like “how about we go on a real date soon,,,,,,” and joshua is like sure,,,,where??? and you shrug and you’re like “surprise me,,,,whatever you choose will be fun. im sure.” and you give him a little wave as you go inside
and you almost fall over yourself when the door closes because oh my god your best friend,,,,,might be your boyfriend very v e r y soon
and joshua is still standing frozen on the spot, hand over the spot where you kissed him because,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god his best friend,,,,,might be,,,,,,,the One,,,,,
the ‘no longer human’ (2010) that you probably haven’t seen (and nakahara chuuya’s significant role in dazai osamu’s life)
You read that right. ‘Ningen shikkaku’, or as we know it, ‘No Longer Human’ had a movie that came out on 2010, directed by Genjiro Arato and starring Toma Ikuta as Oba Yozo (and to a lesser extent, Dazai Osamu).
Plot: When you and your boyfriend Jimin get into a fight, he hits you and you’re scared of him.
Words count: 2,3k+
Genre: Angst, fluffy ending
For anon, I hope you like it! M. ♥
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥
“So do you choose your job? Again? ”
“I don’t choose, you know I’ve to do it.” He hums, bowing his head and you can see guilt in his eyes, even if he hid them to you.
You look at him, trying to figure out why you’re once again the second choice. You can’t even more to get mad because you know he won’t never choose you and it’s the thing that hurts the most.
You sigh and get up off the couch, where until a few minutes before you were joking and laughing like two children, turning away from him and from the sense of oppression that that situation is causing.
“Y/N, wait! ” He yells, but you don’t listen to him and not turn around.
“Can I be alone?”
“Nope… We need to talk about this.”
“Why?” You ask, upon entering the kitchen, continuing to avoid his gaze.
“Because we should fi-”
“Fix what? You has already decided that you’ll forsake our anniversary for the job, as all the other times. ” You stop him, twist out and look straight at him. He keeps his head down and you would just for once, one time, he chose you. You bite your bottom lip while you’re holding back from saying more and perhaps more painful. Despite everything you don’t want to hurt him.
“You know if I cou–”
“No, because even if you could you would choose BTS. I figured it out months ago and I accepted it, they’re important and are part of you. But, I mean, what am I to you? ”
“You choose your work often, Y/N”.
His answer has a bitter taste, you can feel the resentment you didn’t know he tried. Still he can’t compare your occasional waivers to his constant “No, today I’ve practice”; “I need to register”; “We’ve got some photoshoot”.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. ” You whispers, lowering your head, turn off and trying to hold back your anger. You don’t want to fight and for that let slip the matter, feeling his arms tighten around your hips. He draws you to him and buries his face against your neck, wondering again sorry.
“Okay, it’s work.. go Jimin, otherwise you’re going to be late.. ”
“I promise to come home soon, I swear.”
You just nod, knowing that he’ll shed ever soon, smiling at him and leaving a little kiss on his temple. Those little moments are sweet and bitter for you, because on the one hand his sweetness makes you melt but you know it’s temporary, like a thunderclap and this leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
“Go!” You yell at him with soft voice, faking a smile, which he interprets as true. He moves and after a few minutes you hear his joyful greeting to the entry, remaining totally alone. The silence of your apartment, you two still don’t live together but he often stays at your place when you’re spending time together, envelops you and makes you feel even more his absence.
“As always.. Y/N get dressed, it’s no use staying here to bask in commiseration. Go shopping, have fun.. You don’t need him. ”
The problem is that you always need him.
The laughter of your friends are echoed in the small “cabine” of the photo’s machine, while you’re keep doing strange poses to every flash that blinds you eyes. You’ve not checked the clock or cell phone once, you didn’t want to ruin your mood but when your friends finally make you aware that it’s nearly 1 a.m., you get out of the cubicle and greeting all with a quick gesture of the hand.
The fresh air of the night is a cure and the thought of your boyfriend not grazed even once your mind. You missed him, every moment, but you got to live with it so as not to spoil yet another evening.
“Oh… Why are the lights on? ” You talkin’ to yourself in front of your door, noticing the lights in the living room.
You come quickly and approaching the room, just to freeze on the threshold when you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, a bouquet in his hands and a cold dinner on the coffee table.
“You know when I said that I would come home early, I really meant it.” He whispers and his voice is cold, provoking you a chill that runs along your spine and lets on you a strange sensation.
“Jimin.. do you know how many times you said it and you never came home earlier? ”
“So you thought this time would be so? You’ve so little faith in me, Y/N? ”
“It’s not what I’ve say!” You shout, albeit quietly, taking your jacket of and dropped it on the floor along with the bag.
“Do you know how many times you’ve made promises that you broke? I was tired of building expectations and see them collapse like a house of cards. ”
“So on our second anniversary you decided to party with your friends?” He asks, getting up from the sofa and throwing the bouquet on the coffee table with an huffy gesture. You also see from his gaze, as his eyes are dark, the hard line of his jaw. Jimin exudes anger and it scares you.
“What was I supposed to do? Stay home? Wait without knowing whether you were coming home or not? ”
“Yes, it was what you had to do.” He replyes and his eyes are on you, they don’t let a moment.
“It was what you had to do. Stay at home, waiting. ”
“Like all the other times, Jimin?” You ask with tired tone, feeling his anger on your skin. Your mood is totally ruined and even this time you would like to discuss, but he seems to want to pick up a fight with you.
“Do you think I might like? Do you think I’d be happy to know that you were waiting for me and I couldn’t be with you? ”
“I don’t think you’d be happy, but if you cared more you would have been looking for ways to change things.”
Your voice is a whisper but you get that he heard, you see it in his eyes and you realize it’s time to create some space between you two. You ignore your jacket and your bag on the floor, turn away and head off towards the stairs but an iron grip on your wrist makes you freeze. A slight pain spreads in the part that he’s clutching, but you just ignore that itching and don’t turn around to face him.
“Do you really think I don’t care about you??”
“I think you can’t put things on a right perspective Jimin. I think you keep thinking about the fact that I’m here. But I might as well not be there next time. ” You grumble, trying to wiggle out your wrist from his grip.
“Tell me while you’re looking at me in the eyes”
It’s rude the way he appeals to you and how he does you turn, continuing to clutch, even stronger, your wrist.
You look at him in the eyes and you can’t find your Jimin in that gaze. It’s someone you don’t know.
“You’re hurting me.”
“So you’re telling me you’re not going to be here the next time? Is this what you want? What the hell can I do? You’re putting me in front of a choice, Y/N ”.
“No, it’s you. I’m not giving any ultimatum and especially I’m not asking you to choose, because we already know who would you choose. ”
It’s a split second. One minute you were just watching with anger into each others eyes, the next minute you’re sitting on stairs’ top step, your cheek that burns and him looks at you, completely shocked. He never laid a hand on you, even now he did it voluntarily, but still the pain you feel is true, real, so much so that tears begin to slip silently on your face.
You look at him in disbielief, brushing your cheek with the gentle touch of your fingertips while your breath is broken with sobs and tears continue to run on the skin of your cheeks.
“Y/N”. He stutters falling to his knees in front of you, on his face a terrified gaze that think you’re reflecting on your face. “I.. I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t want to… I-I… I just wanted to… Hell, I’m so sorry… I-I’m going to get some ice.” He adds and staggering rises again, rushing into the kitchen and leaving you alone.
You take a deep breath and review the scene in your mind. Trying to unburden the grip on your wrist, you started to jostle him and he caught off guard, he lefts your wrist with a violent gesture, only to give you a slap on your cheek. You saw the sudden change in his eyes, from dark and full of anger to innocent and scared. And that’s what doesn’t make you run, albeit feel fear grasping to each inch of your body. Your gaze alights on your hands and you try to stop their trembling, but it seems almost impossible.
“Here’s the ic–”
Hear his voice makes you jump and you move involuntarily, causing him to freeze instantly. He lays the ice on the small step beside you and walking away a few steps, sitting on the floors so that you can watch. You’re unable to speak or move, fear prevents you from doing anything.
“Y/N.. Please.. Say something.. ”
“T-thanks for the ice.”
“I would never hurt y-you…”
You just nod to his sentence, you know that but at that time you can’t think straight. You take the ice and resting on your cheek, sighing with pleasure for the relief that immediately causes you. Along with your sigh, though, you hear a different sound and lifting your look you realize that he started to cry. He keeps his face hidden in his hands, is folded back on himself and you hear his “I’m sorry”, murmured softly.
Something inside you changes, you feel the fear slipping away while a pain more stronger starts to make you tremble. As much as you don’t like what happened, seeing him in that condition makes you even more hurt.
“Jimin..” You whisper and stand up, by kneeling in front of him and trying to take away his hands so that you can look into his eyes.
“No.. I-I don’t deserve your sweetness Y/N… I hurt, I.. ”
“Yup, you hit me but it was accidentally. I know you would never hurt me. ”
“But I did.. and not just by hitting you. I hurt you for weeks. Yes, I see it in your eyes..”
“W-What?” You ask stammer.
“I see that I’ll always let you down, your smiles are fake and you’ve watery eyes the most of time. I see everything but I can’t do anything.. Because I don’t know how to do, I don’t know how to be scattered by BTS’ Jimin and the other Jimin, the boy madly in love who wants to stay with his girlfriend. ” He murmurs, leaving finally dropping his hands on his intertwined legs. His face is pale, you picture like yours, and immediately you caress his cheeks, erasing the mark of tears.
“I have no apologies Y/N, you’re right… You were right to go out with your friends, you did something for yourself and that’s what I love most…that you’re happy. ”
“You make me happy.”
“Yeah, of cour–”
“Stop. Yes, you often call off our dates because of work…but I see your efforts. After two nights in a row in practice for MAMA, two nights with a lack of sleep, you’ve come anyway to know my sister… I see it in your little gestures, your hugs when we sleep, I can tell by the way you look at me. Jimin we knew it would be tough. But no matter what if at the end of the day I can be with you. ”
You lay your forehead against his and feel the softness of his hand on your cheek where he hit. He’s touching so softly that you hardly feel his touch, just smile and touches the tip of his nose with your lips.
“How can I make it up?”
“Mmh …” You mumble, thinking intently.
“Because.. will you forgive me, right?”
“Oh God Jimin, breathe… Let’s do like this, now we sit on the couch, we order something to go and talk all night, as we did at the beginning. ”
“That’s it?” He wonders puzzled, looking at you frightened.
“Jimin, at the end of the day it’s enough for me that you’re with me, remember?”
“I remember …”
“I love you, Y/N. At the end of the day, in spite of what you may think, I just want you to be with me. ”
Request: I would love a Bucky smut where him and reader have to go undercover as a married couple.
Summary: You were supposed to go on a undercover mission with Steve, not the man you despised- James Buchanan Barnes.
Warnings: smut, sexual tension, fluff
A/N: I have another draft of this written up but it was all over the place and I didn’t like it so I switched to this one.
“I know you were expecting to go on this mission with Steve, but we have a job to do.” Bucky threw a towel over his shoulder, heading toward the door of the hotel room.
“Well, once you took Steve’s place this mission just got exponentially harder.” You stepped out of the bathroom, towel and sunscreen in your hand.
“How so?” He smiled, cocking an eyebrow at you.
You jutted your hip out, rolling your eyes at him. Your bikini was nothing special; it had a pushup top that accentuated your breasts perfectly, but that was about it. The top and the bottom matched with blue and white stripes. You topped the outfit off with red sunglasses; the suit was meant to get a chuckle from Steve, not Bucky.
“Because now I have to pretend I’m head over heels in love with you, not Steve.” You flipped the light off. “Let’s just go check out the damn pool.”
Note: Whoo! Two days in a row, go me. I think I’ve got my mojo back.
fluff. daveed. this is all i ask for. maybe a little smut?😏😏
dom daveed SMuT pLS
Diggs + smut = my request
PLSPLSPLS MORE DAVEED SMUT IAM A TH I RST Y BITCH JAHJ
Daveed x reader where reader claims that she always has to fake orgasms when she’s with a guy and he says that he can change that and it ends it smuttttt
Word Count: 2711
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader
Warnings: SMUT and lots of it
“So a guy’s never made you come before?” Oak asked with his jaw hanging a bit open.
“Nope,” you said nonchalantly while scrolling through your Twitter mentions.
It was intermission of the second show of the day and you, Oak, Anthony, and Jasmine were all hanging out in Oak’s dressing room, talking about random topics. Now, the topic seemed to be focused on you because you had accidentally let the fact that you had never had a real orgasm during sex slip into the conversation.
“Ever?” Anthony pressed in disbelief, somehow not believing you.
“Never ever.” You confirmed, looking up to see all three pairs of eyes on you. “What?”
“Do you tell them what they’re doing wrong?” Jazzy asked.
“With the first couple of guys, yeah, but after a while, I just stopped because it wasn’t working anyway. I didn’t want to make them feel bad about themselves, so I just started faking orgasms every time. I just finish myself off after they go to clean up or something.” You shrugged.
Summery: your skills as a doctor are needed but not everyone agrees you should be a doctor Word Count: 700+ Triggers: people being rude, a woman collapsing in the middle of the street A/N: this is for @bucky-plums-barnes 8000 followers celebration with the prompt ‘Real Doctors Don’t Have Tattoos‘ well done hon, you should have so many followers
You got your first tattoo when you graduated the first year of medical school. You were drunk and all your friends had made a pact to get a red cross on your upper thigh. When you woke up the next day you actually liked it, the tattoo the only being one of your drunken mistakes that you actually liked.