Request: I was wondering if you could do a Jasper imagine, from twilight, where he and the reader are fighting because she’s human and he doesn’t want her to get hurt, but she does the thing regardless and someone accidentally hurts her and Jasper’s alter ego comes out and almost attacks the person so reader has to calm him down and it’s just really cute and fluffy… Sorry this is long.
Warnings: swearing, fluff
“You know, for someone who’s seen me naked, I’m a little uncomfortable at how much you try to act like you’re my father.” You snapped, walking through your house, gathering the stuff you’d need for your day trip.
“Y/N, you know I’d never try to control you. I’m just … worried about having you over there. Where I can’t reach you.” Jasper followed behind you.
You sighed. Jessica had invited you to La Push for the day, and Jasper had basically asserted that you were not going to go. He was bothered by the fact that he couldn’t go with you and protect you. And probably slightly bothered by the fact that you’d be hanging out with boys from school. Mostly, though, he worried about the Quileute pack making an appearance.
“Bella’s going too, you and Edward can suffer together.” You said, throwing sun screen and a towel into your tote bag. You felt yourself calming down, and turned around. “Can you please not do that?”
Jasper’s lips twitched. “It’s a habit.”
“Well quit it. I’m angry at you. Take it like a man.” You said, a hint of humor in your voice as you turned around, making your way to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you so that you could change into a bathing suit. He was still standing there when you came out.
“They’re animals.” Jasper said. “And even worse, they’re teenage boys.”
You heard the dryness in his voice but you could see the worry in his expression. He truly didn’t want you to go.
“Mostly, though, they’re just teenage boys. And I can handle those.” You said, grabbing his hands. “Jess and Angela and Bella are gonna be there too, okay? And Mike and Eric.”
Jasper rolled his eyes. “Mike and Eric couldn’t protect you from a pack of guinea pigs.” You snorted, but softened when he wrapped his arms around you from behind. “They’ll be able to smell me on you. If you got hurt, I don’t know what I would do.”
You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. “I’ll be careful.” You said, putting one hand on his cheek, fingers brushing over his sharp jawline. “I’ll text you. I’ll stay with people I know. But I’m going.”
He sighed, his hands rubbing absently over your hips. “I suppose I can’t stop you.” He smirked. “I mean, I could.”
“But you won’t.” You said smugly, turning to pack the rest of your things.
“Because my girlfriend carries a surprising amount of wrath in her fragile, mortal body?” He asked, hands still on your hips.
“Yes.” You say, shouldering you bag. “And because you love her and would never dream of restricting her freedom for your own selfish reasons.”
“I’m so glad we’re on the same page.” He said sarcastically, leaning in to kiss your lips, and then your jaw, and down your throat, before he stiffened and Jessica’s car honked from the street.
“Guess that’s my ride.” You said.
He nodded, no longer trying to conceal the worry in his eyes. “I’ll text you.” You said, and he nodded again, stiffly. “And I love you.” You said softly, with a smile.
He was unable to stop the smile that answered yours, “Yeah, yeah. Sure you do.” He said softly, which was his way of saying it back.
You kissed him again when he walked you to the door before you jumped into the backseat of Jessica’s convertible, where Bella was already seated with Angela in the front. Jessica cranked up the music on the radio before the four of you sped off to meet up with Mike and Eric and head to La Push.
You spent the first couple of hours tossing around in the waves. You wrestled Mike to the ground for slapping you with a piece of sea weed until he finally gave up fighting you and apologized. You crawled onto the beach exhausted with the girls and sat in the sand, under the cool grey sky. Though you could tell Jasper was desperately trying not to check in too much, you made sure he knew you were okay every hour or two.
The boys suggested, once it became too cold to swim, that they all take a hike up to the cliffs. Everyone was fairly rested up after swimming and agreed, so you all shrugged your clothes back on and set off up the narrow mountain trail that led to the cliffs above La Push beach.
“And people jump off of these for fun?” Jessica asked skeptically, trying to stare over the cliffs but not daring to come within five feet of the edge.
“That make you nervous?” Mike made like he was going to push her and earned a shriek and a smart punch in the arm in return.
“Any of you ever jumped before?” All of them turned to see a group of three boys emerging onto the cliff, clad in normal clothes but clearly very muscular, and all with dark hair cropped short and dark eyes. You’d never seen the wolves in person but you knew that these had to be some of them, ripped with muscle though the oldest one couldn’t have been more than twenty.
“No way, man.” Eric said. “I’m Eric. This is Mike, that’s Jessica, Y/N, Bella, and Angela.”
“Paul.” Each of the boys introduced themselves. You noticed them glancing at you, and you realized Jasper must have been right. They could smell him on you. They all shared a glance and you tried your best not to notice, staring at your phone.
They’re here.You texted Jasper.
His reply was almost immediate: I will come get you.
Do not cross that treaty line. You sent back. Under any circumstances.
You ground your teeth, looking up briefly.
“Y/N, we’re headed back down to start a campfire. You coming?” Angela asked, frowning briefly your troubled expression and glancing at your phone.
“I’ll be down in a minute.” You said, and they left you alone. You looked back down at your phone.
Who’s being selfish now? Jasper asked.
For keeping you from starting a war? You challenged.
For risking your life because you’re too stubborn to admit you might be in danger. He shot back.
You shook your head, eyes completely focused on your phone when suddenly the ground fell out from under you and you screamed.
The edge of the cliff. You’d wandered too close to the edge of the cliff. You were falling, eyes closed, and then, with a painful jerk of your arm, you weren’t anymore. Someone had caught you. The one named Sam had grabbed your wrist.
“Grab the ledge.” He said, voice straining with the effort of holding your dead weight. You did and slowly, he hauled you back onto the rocky outcropping. You collapsed on your back on the hard ground, breathing heavily, your arm draped over your eyes.
“Nice … catch.” You said between breaths, still reeling, adrenaline coursing like acid through your veins.
“No problem.” Sam said, sitting beside you. His chest still heaved but he was catching his breath a lot easier than you were. “For future reference though, maybe don’t text on the edge of a cliff.”
You let out a laugh, loud with relief as it dawned on you that you very well could have been killed just now and somehow remained relatively unscathed. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.” You said, bringing your phone up to look at it before you realized it was not in your hand.
“Oh no.” You said, rolling onto your stomach and leaning up to look over the cliff before slapping your hand over your face. “Shit, shit, shit!”
You jumped to your feet and found yourself dizzy. Sam steadied you.
“Take it easy, what’s wrong?” He asked.
“My phone!” You pointed to the cliff. “I was talking to-” You cut yourself off, realizing who you were talking to now, and just shook your head. “Um … I need to get ahold of someone. Do you have a cell phone?”
He shook his head, “Sorry. I’m sure one of your friends does, though. We can walk down and …” His voice trailed off as you thought. Jasper was panicking. You just knew it. If you told him the wolves were here and then didn’t text him back … the longer you waited increased the likelihood that he was on his way here. It left you with one option.
You turned to face Sam. “I need you to drive me to the treaty line.”
Sam didn’t seem all that surprised that you knew what that was, but crossed his arms and looked you over. “Why?”
“You know who my boyfriend is, I know you can smell it on me.” You said. He tilted his head up and watched you. “I was texting him about you being here. If he knows I was with you and then I don’t text back, he’ll try to come get me.”
Sam’s eyebrows shot up. “And start a war?”
“If he thinks I’m in danger.” You said. “You’re the leader, right? Sam Uley?” He watched you, but didn’t say anything. “This doesn’t have to end in a fight. Not if you can get me there in time.”
Sam seemed to look over you, trying to decide if you were telling the truth, before he shook his head. “Get on.”
He took off his shirt and doubled over and before you knew it a black wolf the size of a grizzly bear was standing in front of you. Get on, he’d said.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You mumbled, before struggling onto his back. He let out a small growl which you guessed was wolf for ‘hold on’ and then took off at a run.
You’d been running with Jasper before, and were quite surprised to find that the wolf was just as fast, if not faster. Trees flew by you in a blur of darkness now that the sun had set and before you knew it, you’d reached the treaty line. You rolled off his back and doubled over, hands on knees, stomach churning. Though he was just as fast, Sam was not nearly as graceful. He looked at you warily before something in the woods caught his attention and he crouched into a more defensive position.
“Jasper?” You called out, knowing that’s the only one it could be, but Sam’s head was darting around, his lips curling back over huge canine teeth. There was more than one. “Emmett? Alice? Ed?” You guessed. “I’m fine, no one’s trying to hurt me.”
You glanced at the ground for something, perhaps, that marked where the actual treaty line was, but there was nothing, so you just glanced back at Sam and moved about ten feet forward, hoping that would put you in Cullen territory.
Emmet and Edward appeared just ten feet away, eyes trained on the wolf. Jasper was already in front of you.
“You smell like one of them, are you hurt?” He asked, voice stricken with tension.
“No, I lost my phone and-” You tried but he interrupted you.
“What’s this?” Jasper held up your bruised wrist and ignited a similar pain in your shoulder from where Sam had hauled you back over the cliff. You sucked air through your teeth and jerked your hand away from him instinctively.
What happened next happened very quickly. Edward, reading Jasper’s thoughts, said something along the lines of ‘grab him’ and before you knew it Emmet and Jasper were struggling behind you, Jasper trying to get to Sam, Emmett pouring all of his strength into keeping Jasper behind the treaty line. Sam was crouched and snarling, not attacking first but ready should Jasper get to him. Edward realized that Emmett may not be enough to hold him and grabbed Jasper’s other shoulder as Jasper kicked and snarled, as if all he wanted was to cross the treaty line. Before you really knew what you were doing, you were standing in front of Jasper.
“Y/N he’s not in control right now, you need to move.” Edward said seriously. He was not as strong as Emmett and his grip on Jasper’s arm kept slipping. You didn’t listen.
“Jasper look at me. Not him, me.” You said evenly. He didn’t listen until your hand touched his face. When he looked at you, you could tell it was not entirely Jasper staring back at you. Not your Jasper, anyway. “He didn’t hurt me, okay? You have to believe me, he didn’t. I lost my phone. He brought me here because I knew you’d be looking for me.” You said, your nails scratching in the hairs at the base of his neck.
He was still struggling but it seemed as if he was struggling away from you now, afraid he’d hurt you when he was not in control.
“Look at me.” You said again, forcing him to focus only on you.
“It’s working.” Edward said, looking at you. “Keep going.”
You looked back to Jasper and smiled. “Baby I’m fine. No one hurt me.” You said, your hands on either side of his face. “Listen, I’ll explain everything. But I need you to calm down.”
Jasper glanced back at Sam, and you did too.
“Thank you, Sam. For everything. You can go.” You said. Sam watched you for a second before he seemed to decide to trust you, and turned, loping off into the woods.
“He didn’t hurt you?” Jasper asked, his voice still laced with fury, but it was clear he was back in control.
“You can let him go.” You said to Emmett and Jasper, taking a breath.
“He saved her life.” Edward said, having apparently read Sam’s thoughts, “Apparently you were the one who almost killed her.” His voice was thick with amusement.
Jasper’s eyes widened and he straightened up. “What?” He asked.
You laughed in spite of yourself. “I may have been arguing with you and walked off a cliff.”
Jasper just watched you. “What.”
You broke into a fit of giggles and put your uninjured arm around him. “Let’s just go home. I have to go buy a new cellphone tomorrow.”
“My girlfriend’s an idiot.” Jasper put his arm around you, clearly pissed but amused as well.
“You love her.” You said smugly. His arm tightened around your waist.
Our party was following a trail left by some zombies that have been routinely attacking our base. The trail led to an abandoned town
Me: I find one of the nearest houses and slowly open the door.
DM: As you peek in this door, you see a zombie ogre. The door is incredibly old, so even though you’re opening it slowly, it still makes a lot of noise and the zombie turns to look at you.
Me: … I close the door.
*Entire table cracks up*
Druid: So what did you see?
Me: I turn to you and just sort of shake my head.
“Steve in CA:CW only thinks about Bucky!” / “Steve broke up the Avengers for Bucky!”
I can’t count the number of times I have seen these phrases or variants thereof uttered in fandom, and it’s starting to make me a little bit bananas. So I’m gonna break down the issues with this line of thinking.
First off, it isn’t true at all. Yes, Steve has a strong emotional response to issues involving Bucky, and yes, Bucky is a key piece on the chessboard in CA:CW. Decisions are made regarding him that impact the eventual split of the Avengers. But ultimately, Steve’s choices in the movie are rational and based on Steve’s ethics, Steve’s unwillingness to allow pointless death, and Steve’s mistrust of institutions after having been burned twice. All else being equal, and Bucky not being a factor, it is hard to imagine Steve making wholly different choices.
Steve goes after Bucky when he’s accused of bombing the UN, but does so to bring him in, and because there is a kill order on Bucky. Bucky is a goddamn living weapon, and will not go quietly into that good night; Steve has no way of knowing at that point if Bucky will use lethal force or not against those trying to apprehend him, and so goes after him because Steve has a better chance than anyone else of bringing him in without loss of life. Steve going after Bucky alone is a course of action he feels compelled to take not only to save Bucky’s life, but the lives of everyone else involved, at risk to his own. Steve is very explicit about this in his conversation with Natasha ( “If he’s this far gone, then… I should be the one to bring him in.” “Why?” “Because I’m the one least likely to die trying”). At this point, no other Avengers are involved; this is Steve’s choice and Steve’s action, and not a determining factor on the fate of the team.
While Bucky’s lack of due process is pretty clearly upsetting to Steve, he is still willing to consider the Accords even after that whole incident, and even with his skepticism about the Accords’ definition of accountability. He doesn’t wholly back out until he finds out Wanda is being kept under house arrest without her knowledge and without any justification beyond her perceived ‘dangerousness’ (keep in mind, the incident in Lagos is because Crossbones set off a bomb; more people would have died without Wanda’s intervention. The hate toward her in-universe is a result of media spin and fear of powered people, because her powers weren’t enough to save everyone. It’s worth wondering: had it been one of Tony’s automated suits that didn’t get the bomb clear in time, would we be seeing the same furor?). This is understandably upsetting to a guy who lived through a period of seeing people interned and worse based on public fear of certain minorities, and has seen how it can escalate into absolute horror; while Wanda’s imprisonment is cushy, as Tony points out, it sets a profoundly disturbing precedent.
When Steve and Team Cap face off against Team Iron Man at the airport, it’s because they need to get to Siberia – not because Steve just wants to run off with Bucky. Steve attempts to explain the situation (“…And there are 5 more super soldiers just like him. I can’t let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't”), and Tony makes it clear he has no intention of listening at that point (“All right, I’ve run out of patience. Underoos!”). Steve is left with no choice but to fight his way out to stop what Zemo’s trail has led them to believe is an incredibly serious and imminent threat to global safety, which Tony is unwilling to listen to, and which Ross is later unwilling to take seriously.
The film’s initial marketing (and hyper-focus on the eyeroll-worthy “he’s my friend”/”so was I” exchange) plus the lens of Stucky shipping have actually done us a disservice, I think, by characterizing Steve as someone who makes all his choices around Bucky. But even with Bucky not being a factor, I honestly don’t think we’d see Steve make different choices when forced into this same situation and provided with the same intel. With the threat of brainwashed super soldiers being unleashed and no time to wait for the UN to get its ass in gear – and that only happening IF Ross could be convinced to listen – he would probably still head to Siberia to try to stop it himself should no one else listen and be willing to act. If Wanda was being imprisoned and a precedent set for interning enhanced people who didn’t sign the Accords, I think he’d still be opposed to signing. Even before Bucky is ever a factor, Steve has legitimate concerns about the Accords – Accountable to whom? What’s the process? What happens to people who don’t sign? What guarantee do they have that the Avengers won’t be used for national agendas?
Maybe Tony would have been more willing to listen to Steve if Bucky weren’t involved. But Steve is actually responding pretty rationally throughout, and being honest with himself about what he thinks he can and can’t promise in good faith.
Tony, on the other hand, is painted by many fans as someone who is making choices from a rational, reasonable place, but if we look at what is said and done canonically… the opposite appears to be true?
While unquestionably an intellectually brilliant man, Tony is pretty consistently characterized as someone who reacts from a place of emotion and impulse rather than from a place of detached intellectual analysis. It’s part of what makes him an interesting character, and makes him diverge from the ‘aloof genius’ archetype we see with Reed Richards and a number of other super-geniuses of the Marvel universe. He makes a lot of choices – good and bad – based on strong feelings and gut reactions rather than thinking things through. Sometimes this means throwing caution to the winds and setting a whole new ethical course for his company. And sometimes this means accidentally inventing a murderbot.
Tony straight up tells Steve that he wants to sign the Accords to get Pepper back while still doing his Iron Man shtick ( “I never stopped. Cause the truth is I don’t wanna stop. I don’t want to lose her. I thought maybe the Accords can split the difference.”) And he only gets involved with the Accords after being made to feel guilty when ambushed by Miriam. Tony’s support of the Accords stems from his personal guilt, and personal motivations to get Pepper back more than any consideration of longterm, far-reaching effects. We can see the lack of thought he’s put into this when Tony himself later goes completely rogue and ignores Ross (to whom he’s supposed to answer under the Accords), defying the very policies he’s been pushing because they become inconvenient in a way he didn’t anticipate. We also see it when he admits he didn’t know the rogue Avengers would be thrown into the RAFT, implying he didn’t investigate the ramifications of the Accords fully. The timeframe of the Accords is rushed, with the Avengers given an ultimatum on an absurd deadline, and Tony’s eagerness to soothe his guilt and repair his relationship drives him to help force them into that scenario – where a schism is more or less an inevitability.
And contrary to the narrative that the marketing team seemed to push and that a lot of fans on both sides cling to, it isn’t Steve’s reaction in this conflict that comes from a place of emotional impulsivity due to Bucky.
In fact, the most visceral, emotional, irrational decision made in regards to Bucky in the course of the movie? Is made by Tony.
Now, I can’t honestly blame him for wanting to kill Bucky after seeing the footage of Howard and Maria’s deaths – I would straight up murder anyone who laid a finger on my mom, no matter the situation, so I have a LOT of sympathy. But while it’s understandable, it is not excusable. Bucky did not have any agency as the Winter Soldier. He was a brainwashed torture victim with no free will; the culpability for Howard and Maria’s deaths lies on the HYDRA handler who sent the Winter Soldier after them. And Tony knows this. But he responds from a place of pain and emotion and tries to kill Bucky anyway – because he’s hurting and wants to make someone else hurt too, and also, according to the Russoes’ commentary, to hurt Steve.
And it’s that final violence, with Bucky and Steve forced to fight Tony for Bucky’s life, that drives the ultimate wedge in the Avengers. Tony had seen the flaws in the Accords and been willing to defy Ross; Steve finally had the opportunity to explain the threats he was dealing with and have Tony listen; they were ready to confront Zemo together. Up to that point, reconciliation and reunification of the Avengers had been a very tangible, present possibility. But once again, Tony backs Steve into a corner with an ultimatum: before, it was his ethics or his legal standing. Now, it’s Tony’s friendship, or Bucky’s life. And because Steve is obviously not willing to let Tony straight-up murder Bucky to satisfy his vengeance, that reconciliation is taken off the table.
So yes, the Avengers are ultimately still broken up at the end of CA:CW because of an irrational decision made about Bucky.
isaac knows the perfect way to distract his wife when she’s angry.
inspired by this post: “you know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex” and “can we fuck? like, now?”
“You know, when this is over, we
should really have angry sex.”
sighed. “You’re not listening to me.”
further against the pillows on our bed and crossed his arms over his chest. “I
am, honey. You’re mad because you think I’m trying to control you. You think
I’m trying to turn you into an obedient little Stepford Wife, just because I
said I wanted you to stop working so much.”
saying ‘I think.’ It’s dismissive and inaccurate. I know
those things to be facts.”
of his mouth turned up in a subtle smirk. “Oh, do you now? I love it when you
act like a little know-it-all. It turns me on.”
stop flirting with me like we’re teenagers. I’m being serious. You knew when
you married me that I wasn’t going to be a typical housewife for you. Now all
of a sudden, you want me to stay home?”
his head. “That’s not what I meant, and I feel like you know that. Will you
just come back to bed?” The covers were up to his waist, and he wasn’t wearing
a shirt, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit tempted.
muttered with half conviction, full petulance, regretfully tearing my gaze from
his sun-kissed, toned chest, and the light smattering of hair that covered the
hard plane under his stomach, the treasure trail that led to happier places
than this conversation. “I’m not getting back in bed until you apologize.” I
was standing at the foot of the mattress, admittedly with my hands on my hips,
none too proud of my stubborn streak. Isaac was being ridiculous, so I had to
hold my ground. Maybe if I kept telling myself I was standing up for women
everywhere, I could get through this argument.
you want me to apologize for? Noticing that you were becoming a workaholic?
That you’re always tired and frustrated after you come home from work? Baby,
all I did was suggest you should cut back on work, delegate some of your
responsibilities to other people.”
I shook my
head. “No, I can’t. I don’t want my boss to think I can’t handle all of it. He
already makes sexist jokes about how I’m the first woman he’s ever promoted to
my position. Besides, you said you wanted me to stay home,
not work less.”
fine, it’s not. Is it so bad that I want to spend more time with my wife?”
spend time together…” I mumbled unconvincingly.
laughed sarcastically. “Oh yeah, I get to talk to you five minutes before bed
because you pass out so quickly from being at work till 9 pm. Oh, and if I’m
lucky on the weekend, in between your 15 minute breaks because you bring the
office home with you.”
and paced to the other side of the room. “Well, what do you want me to do?! I’m
sorry I care about my job!”
that! I care about my job too, but at least I’m here. And you’re not. I feel
like all I ever do is cook and clean and wait for you to get back, holding out
some small hope that you might stay awake for just a minute longer so I can share
maybe two words with you–that’s if you’re not too tired from crying into my shoulder
because you had a bad day at work.”
mean,” I stammered, aimlessly grappling for another line of argument, “so, that’s
what this is about? You’re tired of comforting me when I cry?”
you’d rather I cook and clean, have the house spotless and
dinner ready on the table when you get home from work?” Isaac didn’t say anything. A
knowing grin spread across his face, accompanied with a playful twinkle in his
eyes, and no counterpoint could’ve pissed me off more than that. “Well?”
doing this with you anymore,” he said calmly. “I’m not engaging in this because
we both know you instigate fights when you’re defensive. And you’re defensive
because you know I’m right. You’re trying to spin this into a feminist issue,
willfully ignoring my valid points. At this point, you’re just Fox News-ing
soundbites to make me sound sexist.”
Fox News-ing soundbites? Cute.”
I was talking to my wife, not Bill O’Reilly…”
gasped. “You did not just call me Bill O’Reilly. Have fun sleeping on
the couch tonight, buddy.”
chuckled. I stared back, trying to appear unimpressed, trying not to give away
that I was completely turned on. It’s not like I could help my biological
responses. My female sensibilities always swooned whenever Isaac managed to
stay calm, while also simultaneously calling out my bullshit. Not many people
could do that. It’s why I married him: Isaac could put me in my place. I needed
that sometimes. Still, I didn’t like admitting I was wrong.
only hearing what you want to hear,” he continued. “You’re not listening to
what I’m saying, so I’m not arguing with you anymore.”
You’re the one who brought it up.” I threw my hands up in frustration and
headed towards the bedroom door, stopping when he called out my name.
woah. Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
the knob and opened the door. “Um, I’m leaving? Since you don’t want to talk to
grin disappeared. “This is true. I’m done talking, but you’re not going
anywhere.” He tilted his head and looked me up and down. Five years married, I
still hadn’t built up an immunity to The Look.
Why’s that?” I challenged. My defenses were crumbling with each passing second,
my flesh burning each time his hungry eyes raked over my body.
darling, you’re hot when you’re mad, and having it out with you always
makes me horny. Since I know you are too, why don’t we stop talking in circles,
and fuck. Like, now.” A few moments passed and we stared each other down,
both waiting for the other to make the next move. “Come on baby, I can almost
taste you from over here. And you look so sexy standing over there in nothing
but panties and my t-shirt. Get back in this bed, Mrs. Lahey.”
pulled out the surname card. There went my last line of defense. “You know
what? Fuck it,” I muttered, and stormed angrily across our room. I crawled over
the mattress to straddle his waist where he leaned against the headboard. I
peeled off my t-shirt and his fingers wrapped around my throat, reeling me in
for a harsh kiss, gnashing together teeth and tongue.
know how to get under my skin,” I spoke against his pliant, soft mouth, weaving
my fingers through his hair to tug on his curls.
chuckled. “That’s exactly where I intend to be, pet.” Isaac’s hands traveled up
my thighs and under my ass. He roughly squeezed, then swiftly, he brought down
one hand and smacked my ass. I yelped at the unexpected contact, then moaned as
he rubbed the stinging area. He spread apart my cheeks and moved aside my
underwear. Isaac slipped a finger into my folds and spread my wetness over my
clit, circling the bundle of nerves slowly. It was when he started spelling out
the alphabet over the sensitive bud that I started emitting whiny little gasps.
When he got to W, I was mewling and riding his hand. “What do you say,
princess? Wanna ride my cock? Or are you still mad at me?” he mocked.
I rolled my
eyes. “I’m furious actually, but for now, I wanna fuck your brains out.” I
removed the covers from his naked body and fisted his shaft, holding it steady
so I could spit on the tip. I spread the slick saliva all over his cock while
he fucked my mouth with the fingers he just took out of my pussy. Smug asshole knew
I liked sucking on his fingers. They were just so long and elegant and pretty
and I loved the way Isaac could reach the back of my throat. There was also his
kink about laying his fingers flat against my tongue and stroking the flesh to
let me taste myself.
to stroke him, albeit needlessly. “Well, that didn’t take long. You must really like
it when I’m mad. Do you just piss me off on purpose, honey?”
smirked. “Like you’re complaining. You like makeup sex as much as I do. So why
don’t you stop messing around,” Isaac continued, gently extracting my hand from
his cock and lifting my hips so he was positioned at my entrance, “and take me
where you really need me?”
“Me, need you? I think it’s the other way around.”
Isaac stopped circling my clit. “Is that so?” He removed his hands from my body
altogether, sat back, smirked, and crossed his arms over his chest. I gaped. Oh
no he did not.
kidding me?” I deadpanned. “You’re seriously gonna stop now?”
shrugged. “It’s not like I need you.”
down. “Your boner suggests otherwise.”
“I can take
care of that myself.”
pass this up? You think your hand compares to me?” Isaac remained unfazed,
challenging me with one raised brow. “Aww come on, Lahey, what was it you were
saying earlier? About getting under my skin?” I made my voice small and
delicate, and bit down on Isaac’s earlobe when I spoke. “Don’t you want to be inside
me, baby?” Positioning myself on his thigh, I rode him the way I did the first
time we fucked, in the driver’s seat of his car after Derek and Stiles said “I
do.” I remember the way Isaac’s lips tasted like champagne and icing when I
shoved him against his car door, pulled him down by his tie, and kissed him for
the first time since we ended things in high school. “Remember the first time I
rode you like this?” Isaac pressed his thumbs into my hip bones and guided my
movements. The cocky pretense was gone, replaced by hazy lust. He grunted an
affirmation. “It was right after Derek and Stiles got married. We fucked for
the first time that night, and you made me come twice. In a fucking car. I
think I knew then you were the one,” I joked.
grinned. “It takes flexibility to do what we did in that car. That was all
transformed into a heady moan as my clit brushed against his leg in that
perfect angle. “You felt so good inside me that night. I love the way you feel
Isaac, how you fill me up and stretch me out. Please, baby, I want you so bad.
I want–ah! want you, inside me… it’s so warm inside this body, and it’s so
soft.” Even though I was trying to make Isaac cave, there wasn’t any deception
behind my words. I needed him now. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m gonna come,
and I really wanna come all over your cock. Please fuck me, Isaac, please… I
want it so bad…”
you beggin’ me?” Isaac’s fingers wrapped into my hair and he pulled me down to
kiss me. “Are you fuckin’ begging me?” In a flurry of movement, Isaac had me on
my back, and positioned himself at my entrance. “This what you want?” He slid
into me so fast and hard my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. My
back arched away from the mattress, and he wrapped his arm around my torso as
he slammed into me relentlessly. “Fuck, how do you always feel so good?” He grunted into
my shoulder. Suddenly, he stopped. This whiny little noise escaped my throat at
the loss of contact. “Turn over. Do it, now. Good, now stick your ass out.” He
delivered another stinging slap to to my ass. “Higher, just like that. Wanna
fuck you just… like that…”
second time, Isaac entered me, sheathed hilt-deep in my pussy. It was all I
could do to claw at my sheets because the new angle Isaac had achieved was
making it hard to stay on my knees. His hand on my hip holding me in place was
helping a little bit.
managed to say, albeit breathily, “I’m gonna come.”
his movement and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on my spine. “Good, me
too.” Isaac snaked a hand around my hip and toyed with my clit. All the while
he fucked me slow and deep, with his chest against my back, talking filth into
my ear. My moans came out in silent mewls, with frustrated growls peppered in
because Isaac’s pace was torturously slow. “There it is, there’s that anger I
love so much,” Isaac said. “Look at you, clawing at the sheets, fuckin’
growling at me. You hate it when I go slow like this, don’t you?” He pumped
into me again, this time, with more gusto, and I could feel my orgasm bubbling
up, so close to brimming over.
Isaac,” I moaned pathetically.
me come,” I whined.
baby, you’ll come soon enough. You’re just gonna have to be a little
patient–oh, shit, you just gonna clench around me like that? Make
your pussy all nice and tight for me like that?” Isaac grabbed a fistful of my
hair and pulled, tugged sharply the way I liked it. “You’re gonna get it now,
darling.” He rubbed my clit faster and rutted into me fast and deep. He came
before me, but that was probably my fault for clenching around him. I milked
out his orgasm before he sent me over the edge.
shit, shit,” I whispered as my body quivered. The jolts of pleasure continued
for a good minute afterwards, and Isaac laid me on my side and cradled my body
against him. He cupped my cheek and brushed soft little kisses all over my
“Shh, I got
you,” he said softly.
finally recovered and muddled through the foggy haze, I realized I was no
longer mad. Isaac had that effect on me when he made me come really hard,
obliterating my anger and my pride, enough for me to apologize. “I’m sorry,” I
don’t be. I told you angry sex fixes everything.”
“True. You were right about all of it. I’ve been working too much. We barely
see each other.”
my forehead. “S’alright. I just get worried about you. And I miss you.” Isaac
moved his fingertips against my back, tracing lazy, comforting circles.
“I miss you
too.” I snuggled deeper into his chest. “I’ll cut back. Wanna spend more time
right? You’re actually gonna listen to me?” He feigned shock.
I giggled and
lightly punched his arm. “Shut up.” I pressed a contented kiss against his
chest. “Love you,” I mumbled as I dozed off. Isaac’s fingers combed gently
through my hair, lulling me into slumber.
Okay so first of all I have to say sorry for being so absent for the past few months. But I want to thank you all for your support and love and care and understanding during this period it has really helped me and I am so grateful for all of you!
second: this fic is based on a prompt I recieved ages ago from @gellbellshead-
your post that you have some time for writing and couldn’t help myself from
sending you this one. Person A and Person B are camp counselors and Person A
gets all flustered because Person B is really good with kids and it’s adorable.”
which kind of inspired 30 pages worth of content haha ps. sorry I took forever to get this done love!
third: THANKYOU TO @rileybabe for this STUNNING aesthetic I mean I can’t even with her talent! I would also like to dedicate this fic to her and @ms-maj for being so kind and lovely and always sending me such cute messages and supporting me even when I was MIA.
Again thanks everyone for the love I hope you enjoy!
Betty let out a defeated sigh as she read the faded words
scripted in yellow paint across a crooked wooden sign. This was not how she wanted to spend her
“Really Elizabeth stop acting like such a child, “ her
mother scolded from the driver’s seat, shutting off the car’s engine and
opening the door. Betty groaned, letting her head thump back against the
All she asked for was a carefree summer; one where she was
free of her “perfect” girl next door persona and could just be a teenager. But
of course that was not acceptable to Alice Cooper. Betty had been furious when
her mother had excitedly relayed her acceptance as a camp counsellor, shaking
the neatly opened letter in her face. It wasn’t that she didn’t like kids or
the outdoors, no it was the principle of having her time stripped of her
against her will. But her objections were no match for Alice’s lectures on the
importance of broadening her skill set, and the need to fill her college
applications with extra curricula’s- as if she didn’t have enough. So her bags
had been packed, and here she was.
Deciding there was no point in further delaying the
inevitable and beginning to become uncomfortable inside the stuffy vehicle,
Betty opened her own door and stepped out into the summer heat.
She had to admit the location was beautiful, with lush
greenery all around and the sounds of the river trickling through the air.
Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.
Rounding the vehicle, Alice placed Betty’s duffle bag on the
dusty ground beside her and grabbed her reluctant daughter’s shoulders.
“It’s only seven weeks, who knows it might surprise you,”
her mother placated softly, offering a warm smile.
Internally Betty scoffed, only seven weeks, but she knew her mother truly just wanted what
was best for her even if she had an overbearing and odd way of actuating that.
So instead she returned the words with a soft smile of her own and pulled her
mother into a hug.
“I’ll call you when I can, have a safe drive home.”
And with that she was gone.
Taking a deep breath and pushing her hesitancies and
irritations aside, the blonde tightened her pony tail before bending down to
pick up her duffle bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Her sneakers hit the
ground with purpose as she crossed through the open gateway, her green eyes
scanning across rows of log cabins with brightly painted accents and dirt
pathways, all the way to the tree line that led into the forest.
Betty turned her head from the view, only to be completely
taken aback by the new one. A boy about her age was approaching her with lazy
steps that held a subtle air of arrogance. He was tall and lean; the plaid
button up he was wearing, the sleeves rolled up on his forearms made sure she
was very aware of that fact. Rogue
strands of his ebony hair fell over his impossibly blue eyes tantalisingly
while the rest was tucked beneath a beanie that she was too stunned to question
the use of in this weather. And god
his jawline looked sharp enough to cut glass.
It wasn’t until his dark brows furrowed and his mouth
twitched into an amused smile that Betty realised she had been straight out
ogling him and if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, she had totally failed to
respond to his question. Trying to ignore the flush that was quickly rising to
her cheeks, Betty summoned the social skills she had acquired over years of
Cooper indoctrination and flashed him her best girl next door smile.
“That’s me! Sorry I was a little distracted by the view,”
the blonde recovered in an upbeat tone, internally commending herself on
constructing an excuse that wasn’t entirely a lie.
The boy chuckled shaking her politely extended hand.
“Yeah it’s some view,” he replied, a cheeky smirk gracing
his lips, making it obvious they both knew she wasn’t talking about the
geographical scenery. Betty felt her cheeks flame even more and cast her eyes
“Jughead Jones, welcome to Camp Sweetwater.”
Betty was extremely grateful that he didn’t feel the need to
loiter on her embarrassment and found the courage to meet his eyes again. God did he have nice eyes.
“Thanks, I’m assuming this isn’t your first time?”
“You’d be right. I’ve been friends with Fred’s son since
birth really, so of course every summer I’d come with them here and then when
we got old enough it was kind of a natural progression into camp counsellors,”
Jughead informed her, rubbing the back of his neck.
“So you’re the welcoming committee?” She half joked, feeling
her stomach flutter at the good natured smile he offered her.
“Something like that.”
She quirked a brow, the tone of his voice indicating he knew
something she didn’t.
“Well I’m your
welcoming committee,” his smirk reappeared and Betty bit her lip at the sight.
“Lucky me,” she returned softly, her eyes widening as the
confession slipped out. Letting out a nervous chuckle she shuffled her converse
through the dirt, attempting to play it off as friendly jest.
Jughead raised an eyebrow- his eyes seeming to twinkle with
something unknown- but didn’t comment.
He was far too preppy to be someone I’d ever consider dating, but that didn’t mean my lust for him was not white hot. I spied him from across the restaurant the second he entered with a gaggle of other basic white gays. Dressed in boat shoes, tight chino short shorts, and an even tighter tank top, he would’ve been a clone of the rest of his friends if it weren’t for the fact he was clearly the only one who hadn’t seen the inside of a gym for quite some time.
The cuff of his shorts were snug against cellulite dimpled thighs and when he sat down the cuffs caused his leg fat to slightly balloon like a muffin rising in the oven. His ass cheeks were plump and juicy, resembling two bouncing water balloons suctioned inside fabric. The seam of his shorts looked ready to burst when he seated himself. He sat with legs spread wide to accommodate healthy thighs and a swollen midsection. From the angle I was sitting I couldn’t see his bulge, but regardless of whether it was big or not I knew it had to be visible in those shorts. They were so stuffed with leg and ass fat that his package was surely straining at the seams as well. His seafoam green tank top clung to every inch of his fattened upper body, displaying a rounded paunch on the verge of an overhang. It was a hot summer day and a small sweat stain had formed on his lower back between two meaty lovehandles. I imagined myself peeling off the shirt and licking the salty sweat from his back while squeezing the fat that clung to his hips.
My two girlfriends noticed my hungry gaze and quickly clued in to the object of my desire. They knew my penchant for thick boys, and were giggling and prodding me to go talk to him. It was too soon, though. I had to make eye contact with him first. Feel him out. So I remained seated and observed the overfed man for the next hour.
The group of men each ordered a fancy cocktail first. Everyone had something different, whether tall and colorful or short and icy, but the man I had my eyes on ordered something special. The waitress brought his out last, and the group began to laugh and cheer. He had ordered some sort of massive blended drink with a corona stuck in the top. One of his friends exclaimed: “Cliff is gonna get shhwasted!” His name was Cliff. I couldn’t wait to watch this curvy cutie guzzle down every last drop of those sugary empty calories. Indeed, he wasted no time in getting started. My focus returned to my friends for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, and when I looked back over half the drink was already gone. This boy was going to get drunk.
I paid special attention to when the waiter took their order. When it was Cliff’s turn he pointed to something at the menu and asked a question. The waitress motioned with her hands to convey what I assume was a portion size. Cliff continued speaking for what seemed like a long amount of time. I couldn’t tell if he was asking questions or just fine tuning his order, but it struck me that this boy was serious about his food.
Meanwhile, our table was served and my friends and I had a lively political discussion. I glanced back to the table of gays to see their food being delivered. To my pleasant surprise, Cliff’s shirt had ridden up to partially reveal a love handle glistening with sweat. I could hardly contain myself. Once again, Cliff’s order came last and I was incredibly pleased to see what it was. He had ordered a large pizza to himself piled high with indiscernible toppings. It must have had custom toppings which would explain why it took so long for him to place his order. Again, his friends reacted dramatically when the pizza was delivered, with one of them pinching Cliff’s exposed love handle. He awkwardly pulled his shirt to cover the fleshy bulge and I noticed he was red in the face. I couldn’t tell whether it was from the alcohol or embarrassment.
I completely lost track of my friends’ conservation and became enraptured by the ferocity with which this man attacked his pizza. Judging by the empty drink glass, he was probably pretty drunk and needed something to soak up the alcohol. He took massive bites, barely swallowing before he’d chomp down for more. He was killing a slice every few minutes and my cock was slowly beginning to stiffen. It was absolutely no surprise why this piggy had such curves. Within fifteen minutes the pizza was almost gone and he was struggling to lean forward and reach the last slice on the other side of the pan. This maneuver caused his shirt to subtly ride up and reveal not one, but both love handles this time. The sweat stain had only grown larger and I could almost make out beads of sweat dripping down his back, past his waistband, and down the ass crack formed by those two mounds of dough stuffed into his shorts. I was practically drooling.
A couple of his friends expressed surprise that Cliff was already done eating. With legs still spread wide, he shrugged and patted his belly with both hands. His face was beat red while his friends admired his overinflated paunch. He motioned for the waitress when she came near and she quickly returned with his order: a frosty glass of Coke. Cliff sucked it down quickly, as though he was on the brink of dehydration. Seemingly satisfied, he sat up straight, arching his back, and reached his arms above his head to stretch. I could only assume this was an attempt at making his bloated belly feel a little less uncomfortable. I admired his curvy form, especially the way that stretching caused his shapely rump to stick out even further so it looked like the seams would burst at any moment. Still, I was completely shocked when they did. A hole about three inches long popped open revealing polka dot underwear with a sweat stain down the middle. My mouth fell agape. Cliff dropped his arms and fingered the hole in his pants. He looked around at his friends, presumably to see if they had noticed. They hadn’t. He sat still for a moment before standing up, pulling down his tank top, and awkwardly heading to the bathroom. My heart raced. This was my chance.
I stood up and followed him to the bathroom, admiring the way his bubble butt bounced with each step. My cock was growing harder by the moment and I had to adjust myself to keep it from being too obvious. I stopped in front of the bathroom door and took a deep breath before following him inside. I had to play this smoothly.
When I walked in, his ass was facing the mirror in a comic attempt to twist his swollen form around to see the damage that had been done. My entrance startled him and he awkwardly proceeded to the urinal. I followed suit, forcing out some piss despite having a semi. I shook my dick off and walked to the sink, paying special attention to get a close up of this man’s posterior. It was extraordinarily shapely, much rounder and perkier than I expected. My guess was that he was a former twink who in a prior life spent several hours at the gym attaining a tight muscular ass. Since then he’d given in to a lifestyle of happy hours and late night pizzas which added several inches of luscious fat onto the once muscled rump. He waited ‘til I was in the middle of washing my hands to finish up and walk over to the sink. My heart was fluttering and I leaned back to take a look at his butt.
“Hole in your pants?” I asked. “Classic.”
He laughed awkwardly loud and replied, “You got me! I’m just… I… My weight is a little outta control lately.”
“I think you look great, man. I noticed you the second you sat down.”
“Oh,” he giggled drunkenly, “are you hitting on me?”
“If that’s alright with you,” I said softly and stepped closer to him. Suddenly the room was filled with sexual tension and he leaned slightly towards me.
“It’s definitely alright with me,” he said and planted a sloppy kiss on my mouth.
I grabbed his padded waist and pulled him close for a longer kiss. As we began to make out I flicked the lock on the door for privacy. He was hesitant at first so I grabbed his waist harder, shoving his bloated body against mine. Apparently a bit of aggression was all that was necessary to get his libido into overdrive. He began to sloppily make out with me and I could taste the pizza and alcohol on his tongue. My hand slipped lower to cup one of his puffy ass cheeks and gave it a firm squeeze. He let out a slight moan followed by a burp that smelled like strawberry flavoring and tequila.
“I’m so drunk,” he giggled. “This is really hot.”
My other hand drifted from his softened jaw line and down the distended curves of his torso to finally rest on his posterior. I now had a two handfuls of ass fat in my palms and grinded our groins together. His pants ripped a bit more but neither of us cared. His cock felt stiff against mine and it was clear we were both incredibly turned on. I pushed him against the wall and let my mouth travel down his salty neck. I lifted his shirt and explored his hairy and somewhat soft nipples before traveling lower. A slight happy trail led me down his positively bloated belly. I took a roll of fat in my moth and heard the contents of his stomach slosh and he moaned once more.
“Are you a bottom?” I asked.
“Yeah… but, we can’t fuck right now.”
“Can I at least get a taste of this beautiful ass?” I purred and licked at his belly.
“Oh yeah. Yes please.”
I undid his pants that were on the verge of bursting even more and his cock sprung to life in front of my face. Precum hung from its tip and I licked it off before flipping him around. I began to salivate with this man’s ripe sweaty bubble butt inches from my face. I pulled down his underwear to reveal dimpled yet perky cakes. I gave them a firm jiggle before spreading him open and breathing in his smell. I wedged my face between his cheeks as far as I could and explored his tight hole with my tongue. His ass was so fat my face disappeared into his crack. I had a hard time breathing and kept having to come up for air. Before I knew it we were both jerking off and probably making enough noise that those outside the bathroom could hear.
With my nose buried deep in his rump, I would occasionally shake my head, sending the globes of fat surrounding my face bouncing and undulating in every direction. This caused him to moan every time. My tongue traveled from his hole, up his crack and to his somewhat squishy lower back with a dimple above each ass cheek. With some fresh air I could smell his stink on my face and it drove me wild. I began to suck and squeeze his cheeks like pizza dough, giving them a slap every now and then. I dove back in between the slabs of delicious fat protecting his hole and he began to moan increasingly louder.
“I, I think…” he stammered, “I’m close.”
I shoved my tongue as deep inside him as I could, gripping my raging boner in one hand, and his ass fat in the other.
“Oh shit,” he said.
Come squirted across the room as his ass clenched to my face. I was on the verge of losing my load. When he was done I stood up and spread his cheeks wide, letting my jizz explode across the pigs oversized butt. I rubbed my come across his cheeks, cupping one and it giving it a sticky final slap.
“You’re fucking delicious,” I said.
“I’ve never been eaten out like that in my life,” he replied. “Now what?”
“Maybe we exchange phone numbers?”
“Sure, but my pants are even more ripped now. And my friends are probably wondering what happened,” he laughed.
“Just tell the truth.”
“Hah which is what? I’m a fatty that just had random amazing bathroom sex?”
“Tell them some guy found your ass so irresistible he couldn’t help but rip your clothes off to get a taste.”
He grinned and bashfully looked me in the eyes.
“Type in your number,” he said, handing me his phone.
BTS Reaction ▾ Seeing you for the first time after breaking up
He wasn’t happy about it. Who would be? He thought that he could do this for the rest of the band but seeing you sitting in the booth of this diner waiting for him to get here, looking so amazingly beautiful, made him want to run. Before he could actually do so, your attention had finally landed on him and you smiled as you waved. Why did you look so unaffected? It had only been a month and this way not nearly enough time for the both of you to get over it. He guesses it makes sense since you were the one who broke up with him. He gave you a tight smile and slid in the booth to sit right across from you.
“Hey.” You let out after a long bout of just staring at each other, figuring out what the appropriate next move should be.
“Hi. So, why are we here?” He said simply. He decided he wasn’t going to indulge you in whatever you had called him here for. He was still a little sour and he didn’t wanna make more conversation than absolutely necessary. You were slightly taken aback by his behavior but tried not to let it hinder what you wanted to tell him.
You sighed and clenched your hands at a last pathetic attempt to calm your nerves. “I know you don’t wanna be here. That you’d rather not talk to me ever again but I need to apologize.”
Jin was surprised. He had expected you to ask him to return something of yours. Your cold demeanour had vanished unlike the day you had broken up with him. “What?” He asked weakly.
“I’m sorry for being a jerk that night. I don’t know what had gotten over me and-” You cut yourself off and cleared your throat. “Actually, I do know what got over me. The reason I broke up with you was because I was scared. You liked me so much and I’ve never been looked at the way you used to look at me and it honestly freaked me out. I knew you loved me and not just because you told me every time, but because nobody in my entire life understood me the way you did. Or even tried to. I know I can be confusing and that my emotions are a wreck but this past month has been the worst month of my life. I can’t do this anymore and I understand if you totally hate me right now but I really-” You gulped hard, suddenly the words weren’t spilling from your mouth like they were not even a second ago. You looked at him with wide eyes, hoping he got what you were trying to stay.
“This- I don’t know what to say…” He looked distressed now. One part of him wanted to leave right now but the other wanted to lean over the table and kiss you, right here and right now. You bit your lip and just nodded. Maybe you didn’t deserve him anymore. You made the mistake of letting him go.
“Then I’m sorry. It was selfish of me wanting to get back together with you.” He let you finish before held the both of your hands in his. He carefully brought them up to his lips placed a gentle kiss on them.
“No, just- Just give me some time. I want you back just as much as you do but I need to warm up to the fact. Stay with me and I promise we’ll be with each other again.”
It was a mutual agreement. He was too focused on his music right now and he couldn’t bear not being with you whenever you needed him, and you didn’t want to hinder his career. Well, it was supposed to be a mutual thing. Not soon after the break up did he realize the colossal of a mistake he had made. Sometimes, he would come home late after long hours of work at the studio to just sleep with his arms wrapped around you. Only to find a cold empty bed the only thing to keep him company. He didn’t like it, but he never made a move to get you back because in his eyes, you were better off. How was he supposed to know that you missed his voice? His touch? And just his mere presence? You were so used to him that you would find yourself making breakfast for two in the morning, or leaving enough space in your bed for him. You were just as torn as he was and none of you could see that.
But just because the two of you were oblivious, doesn’t mean others around you were. For a couple that used to pride themselves in knowing exactly what the other was feeling, Namjoon was really surprised at the lack of action on both side. He lasted two weeks before he deemed he had to act now. He could see how Yoongi was hurting and there was no way you were fine as you kept trying to tell him. He shot you a text asking you whether you wanted to go hiking with him. You quickly agreed as you needed a distraction. Moping around wasn’t going to help anyone.
Getting to your usual hiking trail, you looked out for Namjoon. You send him a text asking where he was and even though you know he read it. He didn’t reply. “Hey (Y/N)!” Namjoon’s voice spoke up from behind, a little out of breath. You turned around to his figure hunched over and breathing wildly. “I came as soon as I got your text.”
“What the hell happened? Why are you so breathless?” Namjoon refused to answer and shook his head.
“I have a surprise. But I’m going to have to close your eyes for that.” You looked at him weird but let him do so. “You’re going to thank me for this.” He let out as he guided you, with his hands covering your eyes, up the trail. You only knew that because you felt like you were walking up on an incline.
“You’re weird ‘Joon.” You let with a chuckle. He only huffed, still panting. He led you up the trail a bit more until he suddenly stopped. You were about to ask him where you were but he sensed it and covered your mouth with his hand. Now you were blind and mute.
He leaned into your ear “You’re welcome.” He whispered as he stood back. You didn’t even get a chance to adjust to your surroundings when Namjoon spoke up again. “Yoongi, look who came.”
Yoongi turned around and your eyes had finally adjusted to the surroundings. He looked so good. Even more so with the scenery behind him and sun shining down on his features. “(Y/N)?” He let out after a long bout of silence. His voice sounded so broken. Like, you were the one thing he needed and had lost. How the hell did you not figure this out?
Your name from his lips was the only thing that finally urged you to run to him and encircle his waist with your arms. Yoongi smiled, still not sure what the hell was going on but he wasn’t going to question it. Not when you were finally wrapped around his arms again.
It wasn’t like the two of you wanted to break. Nobody really does, but your situation, there was a huge factor that led to your separation. His fan noticed that he’d been spending a lot of time with you and it wasn’t like you guys were trying to keep it a secret. You wanted them to know. He was happy with you and a lot of the times, most people were supportive of the relationship. You were human though. You had become accustomed to see the negatives more than the positive. It was literally in your genes. You couldn’t do anything about it. There’d be threads about how you guys weren’t the best match for each other or how you could hold him back as an artist. Even the lighthearted jokes started to affect you. So, one day, you simply told him you couldn’t do it anymore. That the pressure of being with someone this famous had gotten to you and you couldn’t do it. The worst part is, you had hoped that he would stop, or at least put up an inkling of a fight. Though the only thing he did was nod and say goodbye. You knew he wasn’t mad, but you don’t know what he was feeling if it wasn’t anger. That day, you lied in bed just scrolling through the plethora of pictures on your phone of him, with the intention to delete them. Only to throw your phone away in frustration.
What sucked about being away from Hoseok was that you could see that he didn’t look affected. His face would always show up on your feed and even though it ran a pang through your heart, you smiled at the pictures. They weren’t fun to look at but you still loved him. It made you happy that he was at least a little bit happy. Though he didn’t really see how you felt. You wished he saw how affected you were and do something about it but you know childish thoughts would get you nowhere. You picked up your phone and dialed his number. Deleted from your contacts but that didn’t matter because you’d memorized it. Hitting the call button you realized that what you were doing was probably a bigger mistake than breaking up with him, but it was like your body had a mind of its own. The phone didn’t even ring twice when he picked up. “Hello?” His sleepy voice spoke through.
And just like that, you finally had control over yourself. That was bad because how the hell were you supposed to get out of this? “Hi…” You spoke quietly, your voice raspy. Were you crying? You hadn’t even realized that. You hoped he didn’t actually hear and would hang up soon but his breath hitching in his throat told you otherwise.
“(Y/N)?” He questioned, testing the sound of your name. He felt like he breathed in a sweet breath of air after inhaling as soon as your name left the tip of his tongue. He really had missed you. All this time, he was under the impression that you wanted this. That you never really liked him. So, he thought it was best to make it easier for you to let you go. But hearing your voice so broken and so vulnerable, he began to question himself. “Are you okay?”
That’s when the floodgates opened. Your sobs started racking your entire body and you tried to quiet down by closing one hand around you mouth. Though noise still slipped past your fingers and with every sob, his stepped matched to making his way right to you. You quickly hung up and scolded yourself inwardly for breaking down so easily. Why were you like this? You don’t know how long you laid in that position just crying and feeling sorry for your pathetic self, but you were brought back out of your own mind to arms surrounding you and his face snuggling into your shoulder.
“Jagi, please don’t cry. I can’t stand it when you’re like this. I’m so sorry for letting you go lik-”
“No, it was me. I-” Another sob interrupted your sentence and you closed your eyes to regain your composure. “I shouldn’t have let the negative comments get to me. It’s my fault that I’m like this.” You let out.
Hoseok shook his head as he brought you closer to his chest, still laid down alongside you. “Don’t you dare say that. It’s not your fault. It’s no one’s. Please, baby stop crying. I promise this will never happen again. I just want you back.” You let out a grateful, wet laugh, with tears still running down your face and nodded. You can’t believe how lucky you actually were.
Namjoon really isn’t a jealous guy, at least that’s what he thought. He admits he gets overprotective at times but he always justified it. Truth be told, his jealousy stemmed from his insecurity. He was proud of all he had achieved in his life and he was very confident in them. You were an entirely different story though. Sometimes, he looked at the way everyone around you basically worshiped the ground you walked on. He doesn’t blame them though. You were kind, loving, and hugely passionate about the things you cared for. And then you also had this certain level of charisma to you that even he, a guy with an affinity to words, had a hard time describing.
The point is, he was scared that you were something way more than he could handle. He thought dating another idol would feel safe. You both knew the life and you could work it out. He never anticipated this sudden uncertainty of your relationship. So, he called it quits. No explanations or anything. The worst part is, he did right before tour. So you had no way of asking him what the hell happened. You spent an entire four months not being able, and honestly, not wanting to contact him. You were slowly getting over the fact that he’d left but you weren’t prepared for him to be at your doorstep, one early morning, wet to the bone due to the recent showers.
“What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice stone cold. He shivered a little and he wasn’t sure if it was from his wet clothes or your voice.
“I- I need to talk… About us.” You looked at him with tears blurring your vision. No, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you like this. He’d lost all right. You quickly tried to shut the door on him but he wedged his shoe between the door, immediately groaning loudly. Your hold on the door loosened instantly because you worried that you’d hurt him seriously.
“A- Are you okay?” You asked hesitantly. Just because you were mad didn’t mean you wanted to hurt him.
“Yes… Actually no. I’m not. (Y/N), I’m sorry,” you steeled your expressions and tried to close the door again. A little more lighter this time though because his foot was still there and now his hands were stopping you from shutting it as well. “Please, I need to talk to you.”
You contemplated whether you should give him a chance, but you guess you took too long because you heard him sigh and the tension on the door from the other side as free. Meaning that he left it. You didn’t close the door though. You don’t know why, you just couldn’t make yourself do it. Namjoon slowly inched away from the door and you opened it slightly to see him turn away and leave towards the elevator. “Wait! Joonie!” You let out before you could stop yourself.
He quickly turned around, glad that you were giving him some sort of attention. And really hopeful because of the pet name you’d used. You walked out of your apartment, to him and waited. He realized you were waiting for him to explain himself. He took a deep breath and did his best. “First of all, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I left you like that. It was wrong and I should’ve at least explained why I- I broke things off.” You sniffed, and he wondered of you had a cold. “The thing is, I started to feel insecure. I felt like you deserved better than me.”
“I don’t know… You’re just so… So amazing. People like you and not just because you’re an idol. They seem to like you for you. I’ve never met someone who’s ever felt annoyed by you or just plain didn’t like you. I don’t have that kind of personality. I know people just tolerate me ans think I’m holding you bac-”
“Be quiet.” You cut him off “Tolerate you? No. Are you kidding me? B-” You stopped yourself before you actually called him babe. “People adore you! And I’m not perfect. People are weird and sometimes they like and sometimes they don’t. The fact that people like didn’t make you any less deserving of me at all. And I-” tears blurred you vision as you tried to choke out your next words. “And I still love you okay? You’re perfect to me. I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks about us and neither should you.”
His eyes widened a little but he still looked guilty. How the hell did he think this was the right thing to do? “(Y/N)… I’m so sorry.”
“I know. Now just- Just come back. To me. Please.” Your voice was weak and he embraced your figure and almost crushing you to his chest.
“I love you so much (Y/N).”
It wasn’t a breakup. That’s what you said. How can you breakup with someone you never really established a relationship with? When you brought up the fact that you wanted to stop seeing him -and by seeing, you meant sleeping with him- he had gotten upset. He thought that you had finally warmed up to him and was eventually going to confess. He didn’t feel like talking to after that but you were their stylist. So, even though it hurt to be around you, he did his best to just ignore it and speak to you only when necessary.
You on the other hand, had stopped your arrangement of sorts with him because you realized how serious this was. It was all fun and games in the beginning but you started feeling a little more that physically attracted to him. You didn’t like that at all.You had agreed that emotions were to be strictly held at bay. And on top of that, you were working together. How could you even let this go on for so long? Why did you even start this? Though your plan didn’t work out at all the way you had hoped. You had a hard time dealing with being separated from him and your feelings were eating you alive until one day, you burst and told Hoseok everything. He was always a nice person and you guys considered one another to be good friends. He sat quietly on the chair as he listened to you spill every emotion into sentences and confess how you really feel for Jimin.
After you were done, breathless because of all the ranting and the pacing you were doing. Hoseok’s eyes went wide. “(Y/N), he likes you too! He’s been the moodiest I’ve seen him. You need to go tell him.”
“Wait, he’s into me too? I- Oh no, I’m so daft.” You ran to Hoseok and gave him a hard hug. “Shit, thanks Hobi! See ya!” You said as you quickly ran to the dance studio where you knew Jimin was with some of the other boys.
You practically tumbled into the room but Jimin didn’t even spare you more than a glance. You saw that his mood went from happy to sour real fast though. “Jimin I need to talk to you.” You said, a little timidly because your rushed entrance was earning you a little more than side glances by the others.
He was focused on filming Taehyung though, who wasn’t even paying attention to the camera anymore. “V, they want to kn-”
“Jimin. She wants to speak to you. It’s rude to ignore her.” Jin spoke up. He wasn’t ever the commanding type but he didn’t like Jimin blatantly ignoring you. Jimin sighed, put the camera aside and motioned for you to leave the room.
“Let’s talk outside.” He said simply. You turned right around and left the room, holding the door open for him. Once, he shut the door behind him, he folded his arms and looked at you. “What did you want to say?”
He sounded so cold, you almost ran right back to Hobi. But you knew he would never lie. At least about something lie this. “I- I had a long talk with Hoseok… About us.” You paused. “And he told me something that shocked me but I can’t believe I never caught on to earlier.”
“Get to the point.” He tried really hard to keep himself expressionless but he knew he was breaking his facade because his heart sped up. It was thumping against his rib cage and he almost felt like it was tying to get out.
“Okay. Fine. Park Jimin, I’m sorry I was a complete dick to you and I want you to know that I really like you. I only ended things because I was scared that I’d fall for you and it would still be just a fling for you. And I know it was childish of me to just call it quits but I was scared.” You ended.
Jimin pursed his lips and nodded. “Okay.” He then slowly reached for your hands. “We’ll try this out then. Try this relationship thing and see how it goes. I just need a little time because I don’t-” He cleared his throat, aware that it might break soon. “I don’t want to get hurt again. These past few days sucked okay? I don’t want and can’t have that happening again. Please.”
You shook your head “I promise. Never again.”
You had a fight. It was as simple as that. And the thing is, it was your first big fight. You hadn’t really expected him to walk out on you after that. If you had known, you would’ve stopped immediately and apologized. And to think all of this arose from him asking you take a break from studying. Gosh, why had you been so explosive? Your temper had always been a problem and you can’t believe you let that get in between the two of you like this. And though you ached to call him and ask him to come back, you stopped every time. What if he didn’t want to come back? If that was the case then you’d rather go your entire life not knowing how he felt about you now. It would be absolutely wrecking to know that he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.
You were laying on your bed when your phone started ringing. That was weird. Considering all your friends despised calling you. You looked at the caller ID and saw that it was actually Jimin trying to facetime you. Confused, you picked up the call. “Jimin?”
“Hey (Y/N)! Uuh, please. I need you to do something for me.” He said quickly. He looked like he was backstage or something. They did have a concert they were performing at tonight, but you were still confused.
“Great. Please don’t end the call. Just- Please alright?” He looked kinda desperate, you only nodded as he turned the camera around and you could see Taehyung. He was standing in the middle of the stage with mic in hand. He looked like he was trying to tell the audience something but he was patiently waiting for them to quiet down. “Hello.” he said, his voice low as it sounded across the concert hall. A chorus of cheers erupted and yet again, he waited for them to quiet down. “You may be wondering what I’m doing here right now. All I can say is that I needed to apologize to someone. That person is very dear to me and hurt them. It wasn’t my intention to do so and I regret it so much right now.” Another bout of cheers sounded through the phone. “If you’re somehow listening to this, I love you. I don’t care what you said and I only hope you can forgive me for what I said.” He ended as he bowed and suddenly, your heart swelled, right along with the screams that did.
Taehyung started to walk right back towards Jimin and gave him a tight smile. “What are you filming me for?” He asked, his voice a little hoarse. But he didn’t need Jimin to answer him back, He caught a glimpse of your face on the screen and immediately, his face dropped. “(Y/N)?”
“Taehyung, you asshole! Why are you like this? Do you know what was going through my mind?” You didn’t even know you were crying until you sniffled. Jimin handed the phone to Taehyung and he scurried off to the side to somewhere more private.
“Oh baby. Please don’t cry. I hate to see you like this. Especially when I’m not there.”
“Then please come home.” Your voice sounded so small and broken, Tae’s heart clenched tight.
“Okay baby. Just hang on alright? I’ll be there. I love you.”
You broke up with him. He didn’t really give you a lot of attention. You didn’t mind it at first but it started to bother you only when he would blow you off to go hang out with his friends. The last straw was when you saw photos of him online with another unfamiliar girl. Gathering that he cheated, you broke up with him via a small note and packed up and left. You blocked him from all things you could possibly block him from. You had been cheated on before and it wasn’t a nice feeling. You had told him that if it ever happened again, you would leave immediately.
When he came home the next day after spending a night at the dorm to find all your belongings missing, he actually thought that he’d been robbed at first, but then his eyes landed on the note folded once neatly, laying on the top of the dining table. His eyes widened as he read it further and further. That slow rhythmic thumping of his heart that he’d felt after meeting you, and having gotten used to it, had suddenly diminished. The first thing he thought to do was grab his phone and dial your number, hoping to call you back and explain. That he hadn’t cheated on you. How could you think that? But you never picked up his call. Frustrated, he grabbed his jacket and left the house again. He didn’t know how long it had been since you’d left but he thought to check your friend’s house. Making sure to bombard your number with his calls.
When he did get there, your friend was just as shocked as he was when she learned you had just up and left. He groaned loudly but right then, at her standing in her front door, her phone rand and she picked it up in front of him. “(Y/N)? Where the hell are you?” Jungkook perked up at your name. She waited for you to speak and gave him a side glance. “What? Are you sure?” She gave him an annoyed look this time. “Y’know what? Honey lemme call you back. I need to take care of something.” And without waiting for a response, she shut the phone and pointed a finger at him. “You’re an asshole.” and with that she shut the door right in his face.
“Wait. I swear I didn’t do it. That girl was just someone we’re working with! I only kept her company while the others were late!”
“You’re lying.” Her muffled voice came through, but he could see her resolve breaking.
“No. I promise I’m not. I would never do that to her. I know I don’t treat her like I should but I would never sink that low…” The other side of the door was quiet. “Please… Just tell me where she is.” He waited there for what seemed like a good fifteen minutes before the door opened.
“She’s gone to her parents.That’s all I know.” He quickly thanked her by hugging her and ran to the nearest bus stop, making sure to give your phone one last try.
He was soon stood in front of your childhood home. He’d seen it in pictures before but this was his first time. Not how he pictured he’d be here. He knew you’re parents had gone out for the country for the holiday and he was thankful as ever. He did not want to meet your parents like this. He walked up to the front door and knocked on it, waiting patiently. After a prolonged time of no answer, Jungkook tried to look into the front porch windows trying to figure out if anyone was home. He was about to get off the porch and actually wait at the gate but the door creaked open. He whipped around to see you looking at him with teary eyes and swelled face. He furrowed his eyebrow and walked right up to you “(Y/N) I-”
“I know. She just told me over the phone. I’m sorry I over reacted Jungko-”
“No,” He took your hands in his. “No, you were right to be mad. You believed what you saw and I can’t blame you for coming to that conclusion because I haven’t been around like I should have.”
“But I could’ve talked to you… Instead I came all the way here and made you come too.” You averted your gaze and looked at the ground. Jungkook sighed as he leaned into to land a kiss on your forehead.
“Yes… You could’ve.” You raised your head to look at him again. “But let’s not dwell on that right now. Let’s stay here for the weekend. Just the two of us. And I promise that once we do go back, I’ll give you the attention you deserve.” He said with a tone of finality and ended it with a deep kiss to your lips. “I love you.” You smiled at him and he felt his heart regain it’s familiar beating whenever you were around him. Pulling him into the house, you planned on showing him just how grateful you were of him.
A/N: I know…. These are literally turning out to be full fledged fics… What even am I? I’m so sorry! I need to stop this. P.s. I also realized this turned out to be more of a “How you break up and get back together kinda ordeal… Welp P.s. AAH THIS WAS IN MY QUEUE BUT I SCHEDULED IT FOR NEXT WEEK BY MISTAKE OML I THOUGHT I DELETED IT WTFFF I LITERALLY WROTE TWO OF THE SAME FICS I JUST-
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Toys, Oral (both receiving), multiple orgasms, bondage, riding, 69, doggy over a desk, shower sex, Dylan in a suit multiple times.
Notes: OK, since the mobile app is a little shit, I am breaking this into two parts. PLEASE READ BOTH IN CONJUNCTION WITH EACH OTHER. It was written and intended as one giant read. Sorry for the hassle y’all. Lemme know your thoughts!
Post-S3 Hannibal deserves everything he gets and Will is the tired husband fic.
The kitchen was warm from the wood burning oven. There was a loaf of bread being baked inside it now and soon there would be the fish to go inside next.
The catch had been small, but it would do for the next few days. There was always the fish in the freezer, but Will was wary of resorting to unthawing those just yet.
Will held the smallest of the halibut by its head and lightly whipped the tail, slapping Hannibal on the cheek, leaving behind a wet trail that led to the corner of Hannibal’s upturned lips. There was no surprise or shock on his face, he was–as simply as Hannibal could be–happy to have Will’s attention.
He wiped his cheek primly with one of the patriotically themed discounted paper napkins.
“There is a word for that.” Hannibal said.
“I’m not above doing it again, just so you know.”
“Cornobbling,” said Hannibal. He laughed at Will’s heartfelt groan. If it wasn’t for Will’s scale covered hands, he would have covered his face to shield himself from Hannibal’s humor.
Will pointed his knife at Hannibal. “I am not going to ask you how you know that. I’m not.”
With every ounce of purposefulness, Will set the halibut back onto the cutting board, ready to start descaling the fish and add it to the tray with the others.
Hannibal moved and stood behind Will, circling his arms around him and placing his hands over Will’s. Together they scaled the fish. Hannibal bit gently at Will’s ear.
“You shouldn’t cornobble people who don’t deserve it.”
“If there was ever anyone in the world who deserved a fish to the face, Hannibal, it’s you.”
“That’s not very nice.”
Will could hear his pout and started to smile. “Yeah, yeah.”
You met Shawn by complete and utter chance. The chance was that your older sister had decided to take you to Paris for your senior trip. Well, it was in the summer after you had graduated, but it still counted as your senior trip, and you weren’t arguing. You were going to Paris, for crying out loud!
You expected to see some cute French boys, hoping to make out with some French boys, as you had just broken up with your long term boyfriend because he was moving away for college, and he didn’t want to do the long distance thing.
You met a cute boy, that’s for sure. He was just Canadian instead of French. Shawn was filming part of a music video for “There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back.” His features caught your eye, but you instantly knew he was famous. You hated to admit that you were actually quite the fan, and even went to one of his concerts some years ago. You saw him with a girl, seemingly his girlfriend, and thought you had seen something you weren’t supposed to see. You thought that Shawn was the biggest douchebag you had ever met when he came over to try and hit on you. You almost threw your drink in his face, non-alcoholic since your sister refused to buy you an actual drink.
“Wait no calm down!” He stifled a chuckle, holding his hands up, seemingly incredibly embarrassed from the scene you had just caused in the middle of an outdoor restaurant. “I’m not dating her, I’m actually filming a music video and she plays my opposite. Not anything serious you can ask her yourself if you want.” He chuckled, and you fell deep in. Shawn told you he was there for the rest of the week, and oddly enough, so were you. The rest of that week, you were with Shawn.
Your sister, of course, only minded for a couple of hours until she found herself a European bar tender whose muscles would put football players to shame. It felt like it was a whirlwind, and Shawn even tried to suggest to his producers you be the leading lady in this music video. Of course, they turned him down in rather a hurry, knowing it would cause an uproar in his fanbase. The whole week was a complete dream, Shawn taking you places all around Paris, the romance was absolutely indescribable. You felt yourself falling into an intense and deep love for some pop singer you had just met only days ago. He took you to restaurants, he took you to the top of the Eiffel tower, he took you everywhere you had dreamed to go with a man such as himself. You basically soared around on pure infatuation, and you never wanted it to end. He never wanted it to end.
“Come with me.” He had whispered in your ear as you were tangled together in his hotel room, completely exposed to one another, only the moonlight illuminating the room.
“I can’t.” You tangled your fingers with his sloppily, pulling his fingers around, taking in every curve of his skin, every wrinkle of his body. “Come home with me.” You suggested, almost emptily. You never in a million years expected to hear this word come out of Shawn’s mouth at a moment such as this one, and agreeing to something almost absurd.
“Okay.” He buried his head in your hair, peppering kisses across your neck.
“What?” You raised your voice, almost destroying the quiet beautiful mood that had been created in this penthouse hotel room Shawn had been staying in, and you had been staying in, during his stay in Paris.
“I’ll come home with you. I can only stay for a few days, but I will and maybe then you can come with me or something we will make it work, honey I promise.” With those absolutely heart wrenching words, you crashed your lips into his. After that, the romantic mood was put back into the room.
Shawn was going to come home with you. Shawn was going to meet your parents. Shawn was going to see your house. The idea put your stomach in knots, though other things helped with that as well.
The next morning came, both of your bags packed, and an extra ticket back to your home state. You had no idea how he had scored it, and though it was no where close to your seat, he had gotten a ticket on a sold out flight. The entire flight was spent you losing all of the shit you had in your body over the fact that your possible boyfriend was about to meet your family after one week together. How in the world do you explain to your parents that you met a freaking pop star in the midst of a trip with your sister. Of course your sister was crying about the man she had seemingly ‘fallen in love’ with that bartender and she called your mother, asking if she could stay, and she had said no because you were still only seventeen and couldn’t get on a plane without a legal adult, and though you vouched for Shawn counting, it was still a no.
Of course, it was a hassle getting Shawn on here without his security or his manager, since they were to meet him to pick him up to get back on tour. It was going to be incredibly hard going out and being with Shawn without the extensive amount of security.
The real hassle was getting off of the plane. Your sister was moping next to you as you scurried to the front to make sure you met up with Shawn in time. You quickly slid your hand into Shawn’s, your fingers tangling around one another. He had to look down, his hood pulled up so he could disguise himself, making sure no crazed girls recognized him and tried to kill you. It would honestly be a threat against your life if you held Shawn’s hand in public.
“I’m nervous.” You leaned over and whispered in his ear as you made your way down the skinny hall, your sister grumpily trailing behind the two of you. He gave your hand a tiny squeeze and leaned over, having to crouch just a little bit too, since you were a good bit shorter than him.
“Don’t be.” He pressed a tiny kiss on your temple, and you heard your sister start to make faux vomiting noises. “It’ll be just fine, I promise. I’ll behave.” He growled a little bit, jokingly mainly.
“My parents aren’t home.” You nudged him, you yourself halfway joking. Your parents weren’t home. Your mom and dad would be at work until dinner time, you had both known that. Of course, it hadn’t been a prominent issue before, but now it put a pit of excitement in both of your stomachs.
“Well in that case, we better hurry back.” Shawn actually growled this time, and you were almost certain that this time he wasn’t even a quarter joking. He picked up the pace, making sure you got your bags and you were out of that airport and in your sister’s car in a matter of almost seconds. Well, obviously not, but that is exactly what it felt like. You felt Shawn’s hands trailing up and down your thigh, and your skin started to ache for his touch.
“Shawn.” You warned when his hand was trailing too high for your liking just yet. He threw his hands up in defeat almost. He wasn’t one to push you further than you were open to, but you physically could not wait until the two of you got home. You had two whole hours, since you had physically begged your sister to go visit a friend or something until your parents got home. It only cost you your next paycheck, but it was worth it. Oh, hell it was going to be worth it.
The second you got home, you both didn’t bother to get your luggage, knowing your sister would be back in a couple of hours.
“Don’t fuck each other too hard.” Your sister grumbled, pulling out of your driveway and off to her best friend’s house, probably to go on and on about that bartender guy for what would feel like years. But that was no longer your issue, you grabbed hold of Shawn’s hands and you basically sprinted inside the house, and you were instantly pressed against a wall, Shawn’s lips attached to your neck, most likely leaving dark marks on your skin.
“Shawn.” You groaned, tilting your head back. You were nervous almost, but the nerves melted away as you felt his hands travel underneath your shirt.
“Can we go up to your room? I really want to see it.” He mumbled against your skin, his teeth nipping at the skin, causing shivers to run through your body. You grabbed his fingers and laced your fingers with his and led him upstairs, him trailing excitedly behind you. The moment you stepped into your bedroom, Shawn didn’t really take much time to look at you room before he pushed you down onto your bed, his lips attaching themselves to the other side of your neck since the other already had numerous bruises forming. You let out soft moans as his hands traveled around your body, yours holding firmly to his torso. After a while, his lips completely left your skin.
“Shawn.” You whined, your body beginning to ache again. Much to your surprise, you felt Shawn start to chuckle on top of you.
“Hey, sweetie?” He let out another giggle, which was so out of character for him.
“What?” You sighed, running your hands up and down his sides.
“Is that a poster of me on your wall?” He lost it in a fit of laughter, and you instantly felt your cheeks redden. You had completely forgotten that you had hung that poster up some months ago and you could barely breathe. “That’s adorable.” He added after some silence and him noticing how incredibly embarrassed you were.
“Oh, fuck off.”
author’s note// Y’ALL I FUCKING SAW SHAWN TONIGHT HE WAS AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND HE SANG LIKE AN ANGEL I AM SO LUCKYY I HAVE SEEN HIM ON EVERY TOUR BLESS UP I LOVE THIS MAN MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF
The world’s worst kept secret (or is it?)
Alexander Gideon Lightwood sucked at keeping secrets. Worse so, because one would expect someone so
staid and quiet to be able to keep secrets. But Alec had several tells, and
Magnus knew his boyfriend well enough to know when said boyfriend was hiding
something from him.
It was in the way Alec suddenly fell silent every time Magnus
entered a room. And the way he blushed every time Isabelle caught his eyes. And
considering that Isabelle could not stop smiling or sending pointed looks in
Magnus’ direction, and then winking at Alec, well Alec spent the entire morning blushing,
Isabelle Lightwood unlike her brother practically vibrated with the
need to just blurt out whatever it was that she and Alec had cooked up. But
every time she came close to spilling the secret, Jace would step in with a
warning look that would have Isabelle laughing and then walking away.
So apparently, it wasn’t only Isabelle that knew what this
mysterious secret was, Jace knew as well.
The Lightwood siblings were all in on the secret.
Even worse, something told him that Clary, Simon, Luke and Raphael
were in on it as well. Because Isabelle couldn’t keep a secret from Clary and
between Clary and Jace, he was fairly certain Simon found out about it, which
would explain why everybody and their brother made sure that he was never left
alone in a room with Simon. Pity, he was sure he would have been able to
finagle the truth from the vampire. He was sure Clary and Simon also told Luke
about Alexander’s secret, but Luke only responded with smiles and a tight lip
whenever Magnus tried to prod and Magnus
did not bother with Raphael because all Raphael did was scowl, mutter about how
dramatic and stupid everybody was being, and then decided to participate in
said stupidity by not telling Magnus anything about the world’s worst kept
Although now that Magnus thought about it, it was a pretty well kept
secret. After all, he still knew nothing about what everyone was whispering
But, he had a busy day ahead of him and managed to push the thought
to the very back of his mind so he could concentrate on everything he had going
that day. And he succeeded quite well, which was why he had thought nothing of
it when he portalled back into his apartment, shrugged out of his jacket
and snapped his fingers to put on the lights, only to stop stunned at the roses
scattered all over his floor, a visible trail that led to his bedroom.
Lex has figured out that Bruce Wayne is Batman. He had auditors map out where all of Batman’s funds came from and after a lot of digging, the trails led to Bruce Wayne. It’s just that, having met Bruce, he just can’t accept the idea. He literally can’t reconcile that foppish Bruce Wayne could be the driven, brooding hero that is Batman. So he dismissed it, and fired everyone involved. He kept the report for defamation purposes. Just because he doesn’t believe it doesn’t mean everyone else won’t.
It was the right thing to do. She couldn’t make Killian sleep on that couch - it was worn with springs that liked to bite you in the ass at the most unexpected moments. And she had a king size bed. Plenty of room.
“Least I can do,” she smiled when he asked again if this was okay, dancing in her doorway with his hip hugging jeans and permanently ruffled hair.
Of course it was. They were roommates, had been for three months now. Craigslist had not failed her for once, providing someone who was neat and gainfully employed. In the time that had lived together in the downtown loft, they had become friends. Amigos. Amis. Etc. But she wasn’t blind. It didn’t hurt that he was just about the hottest man she had even came across. With an achingly beautiful face and a set of manners that would make the most suspicious mother swoon and beg him to marry their daughter. Far too good for anyone as messed as up her.
She tucked that thought away as she dove into the bathroom to change, leaving him to get under the covers. The party had been to celebrate his birthday. It had been deemed a success when her friends had really gotten along with his friends. So good that his best mate was now getting friendly with her best friend in his room. She couldn’t wait to tease Mary Margaret come the morning. Her friend rarely did anything that spontaneous so she knew this must be something special. That realization sent a little pang of longing for her own special someone to her heart. It had been a long time since Walsh and he’d turned out to be such a cliched asshole that she’d well and truly climbed back into her shell when it came to men.
Detective Jungkook keeps getting himself into trouble… But he can’t stop. Not until he’s caught.
Member/Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook x Jimin, Jungkook x Yoongi, Jungkook x @jeonjiah, Jungkook x OC Genre: Detective!Jungkook, SerialKiller!Jungkook, drama, mystery, horror, smut. Word Count: 20.1k Content/Warnings: Very graphic depictions of death/mutilation/gore, LOTS OF SMUT, necrophilia, strong language, BTS member deaths A/N: This is my first time writing mxm smut so forgive me if it’s not… idk accurate? and I know all the medical stuff isnt 300% accurate please forgive me.
Jungkook pried his eyelids open to find himself lying on a bed, the room completely silent aside from the soft whirring of the ceiling fan above him.
I don’t have a fan in my room.
It was dark, but the room was just faintly illuminated by the street lamp shining through the window.
He reached a hand out and swept it across the sheets next to him, only to be met by a warm, sedentary lump.
Jungkook sat up, a bit too abruptly, and was met with an intense pounding in his head. He pressed a palm to his forehead, trying to still the room that was spinning around him.
Oh god, how much did I drink?
He always drank too much. It was a habit he picked up during his college days and he could never seem to shake it. However recently, he’d been blacking out more than usual, and it was starting to affect his work.
Jungkook looked over at the naked woman passed out next to him.
Summary: Grayson’s takes you to Jersey with him and shows you around. You both end up saying your first ‘I love you’.
Word Count: 1,799
Grayson Dolan x Reader
A/N: THIS ONES FOR YOU, DAD.
Your eyes scanned over his sleeping body, the light shinning through the window landing right on his tanned body. Light snores we’re escaping his mouth and his hair was sprawled out across his forehead. Your petite fingers brushed his hair away from his closed eyes, a small forming on your face.
You loved Grayson, but you didn’t have the guts to say it. You two have been together for over a year now and you were currently in New Jersey visiting his family. You’ve met them before but you stayed in California most of the time.
Grayson shuffled underneath your body, pulling you out of your thinking. You looked down and saw his eyes fluttering open.
“Good morning.” You whispered, rubbing your thumb across his cheek.
“Good morning, baby.” He hummed.
Grayson’s hands found their way to the small of your back, his long fingers slowly rubbing small shapes. You laid your head down beside his and listened as the birds chirped outside, something you found very soothing. Yours eye traveled up to Grayson’s face, peppering light kisses across his jawline, smiling when you felt him grip your back.
He sighed, “I need to show you around Jersey today.”
“Good, it’s a beautiful day and even though I don’t mind, I don’t want to lay in bed with you all day.”
Grayson’s laugh shook your body. Pushing yourself up, you threw your legs over the side of the bed, stretching your arms out. You walked into the bathroom, running your fingers through your hair. Grayson walked in and left a kiss on the top of your head.
“We’re gonna go to this good breakfast dinner.” You nodded your head and finished getting ready.
Grayson opened the passenger door to his truck, giving your ass a grab as you got in. You slapped his arm and hoped in, buckling yourself up. Grayson jogged around and got in, his hand immediately finding your thigh.
You both were wearing Adidas Joggers and sweatshirts. You and Grayson talked about Jersey until he pulled into a diner, giving you his million dollar smile. You laced your hand with his as you both walked in, getting a table outside.
You watched as Grayson’s eyebrows furrowed together as he studied the menu, something that you found very cute. The way his forehead creased and you know that if you tried to have a conversation he would give you short answers. Your found their way up to his hair, causing you to smile at the way the beanie pushed his hair back. His hairline always intrigued you, you’ve told him before that he looks like Dracula with it.
Your thoughts were interrupted when your waitress showed up. You both ordered pancakes, something that you found to love after living with the twins.
“I’m so excited to show you mine and E’s swim hole.” Grayson chirped, his smile stretching from ear to ear.
“Buts it’s windy and cold.” You groaned.
“That makes it more fun.” Grayson winked, his eye immediately landing on the plate full of pancakes he ordered.
After eating, Grayson took you to a nearby store and bought you a bathing suit, which you told him you weren’t down to swim but he insisted. You groaned as Grayson took a detour down a dirt road which immediately turned into a backroad.
“I hate the woods.” You murmured, as Grayson took down little trees and branches.
Pulling the truck up into a open field, Grayson turned off the truck and ordered you to put on your bathing suit. You glanced around and decided to get dressed outside since no one was here. You tossed your clothes into the truck and shivered.
“Gray, its super cold.” You mumbled, walking over to Grayson’s side of the truck.
Grayson handed you his sweatshirt which you gladly threw onto your body. You snuggled into Grayson’s body while he finished his call with Ethan.
“Here, jump on my back.”
Standing on the seat, you wrapped your arms around Grayson’s neck, kicking the door shut with your foot. Grayson wrapped his arms around your thighs as he led you down a trail.
“Where is this swimming hole at?” You groaned.
“Baby, we’ve only been walking for two minutes, we’re almost there and to be exact, they’re called the Pots.”
You stayed quiet until Grayson came up to a bunch of little swimming holes and a huge waterfall. Your mouth dropped open at the beautiful scene in front of you. Grayson gently let you down, wrapping his arm around your waist.
“Okay, i’m being serious when I say follow every foot step that I take.”
You nodded your head and shed off his sweatshirt, lacing your fingers with his as he took you down a rock. Grayson slowly led you down the Pots until coming up to this big rock slide.
“Are we sliding down that?” You squeaked.
“Yeah, baby!” Grayson cheered, sitting down on the rock, sliding into the water.
You sat your shaking body down onto the cold rock, grimacing at the cold water rushing against your feet. Grayson’s head popped out of the water, shaking his wet hair to the side.
“Come on, baby.”
You breathed out, pushing yourself down the rock, immediately feeling his hands wrap around your body. You surfaced up, feeling Grayson’s lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss as his plump lips danced with yours. Your hands ran through his damp hair, lightly tugging at the strands.
Grayson pulled back, his breath fanning your face. “Baby, don’t start. I’m not going to fuck you here, I don’t want you to get a cold.”
You laugh against his neck, leaving light kisses there. Grayson grabbed your ass and swam away from you. You rolled your eyes and carefully pulled yourself out the water, earning a whistle from Grayson due to your ass eating your bottoms.
Grayson climb out of the swim hole, wrapping his index fingers around your bottoms, pulling them out. You blushed and followed Gray up the hill, carefully stepping. You grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled it over your body. Gray squatted down so you could get on his back. Your hands found their way around his neck once more, peppering his cheek with kisses.
“Thank you for taking me here.” You whispered.
“I’ll bring you back when it’s warmer. I don’t want you sick.” He mumbled, giving you a quick glance.
You smiled and enjoyed nature as he took you back to the truck. You quickly got undressed from the damp bathing suit and put your clothes back on, turning on the heat. You turned your head and blushed at the sight of Gray’s wet body.
His eyes locked with yours, a smirk plastered across his face as he sent you a wink. You laughed and shook your head, screenshotting the picture of you two on his snapchat.
“Where are we going now?” You quizzed, plugging your phone up to the aux.
“Well,” Grayson shifted his truck into drive, “it’s about dinner time now, so i’m going to take you to mine and E’s favorite restaurant.”
You nodded your head and turned on your favorite song, belting the lyrics to Grayson as he focused on the road. His hand found its way to yours, lacing his long fingers with your petite ones. He lifted your hand up to his mouth, leaving a kiss on the back of your hand, making a blush creep onto your face.
“I know I should wait an say this but, I don’t think I can.” You turned an looked at Grayson whose eyes were fixated on the road, “I- I love you.”
“Y-You what?” You choked out.
“I love you. You’re everything I could ever want. You make me happy and I’m glad I can experience life with you. I hope I can spend the rest of my life with you as well. I truly love you.”
Grayson pressed on the brakes, turning his head toward you. You leaned in, placing your hand on his cheek.
“And I love you, Grayson.”
A smile spread across Grayson’s face as you placed your lips onto his. You pulled back and gave his hand a squeeze as he continued to drive.
The ride to the restaurant was silent, but a comfortable silence. Grayson pulled into an Italian restaurant. You quickly got out due to being extremely hungry. Your hand laced with his as you both walked inside, getting a table in the back.
“This is nice.” You hummed, grabbing a menu.
“I love it.” Grayson mumbled.
You pulled out your phone and took a picture of Grayson while he was busy talking to you.
Before he could say anything the waiter came back and you both ordered. Grayson picked up his glass and motioned for you to pick yours up.
“Here’s to the first 'I love you’ and hopefully many more.” You smiled and clinked your cup with his.
You both are in silence and shared a couple of laughs because Grayson was a messy eater. He always smacked when he ate and you told him to quit but he did it as a joke now.
“You ready to go sleep?” Grayson leaned back in his chair, a yawn escaping his lips.
“Yes.” You took one last sip of your drink.
Grayson paid and headed out to the truck with you following close behind.
“I call aux!” he yelled getting into the drivers side.
You just laughed and got in, buckling yourself up. Grayson bumped all the way back to his house.
“I’m so ready to sleep.” You groaned unbuckling yourself.
Grayson agreed and jogged up to the front porch with you trailing behind.
“How was it?” Ethan asked as soon as you stepped inside.
You smiled up at Grayson. “It was amazing.”
“Oh my god, you two didn’t have sex did you?”
“No! I was going to but it was too cold!” Gray answered, shoving his brother.
You rolled your eyes and made your way upstairs to his room, falling onto his bed. You pulled the covers over your body and waited till Gray got into bed.
“Shut up, Ethan! We’re not going to have sex tonight! Mom, Dad, and Cameron are home!”
“So you would have sex if I was here?! That’s disgusting!”
“Shut up, Ethan!”
Grayson shut his door and let out a huge sigh, mumbling 'I hate him’ as he made his way to the bed. You felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling your body into his.
“I had fun today.” He whispered.
“I did too.”
You traced shapes on the back of his hand as he left delicate kisses against your shoulders. Everything about this moment was perfect to you. He was perfect.
Imagine...Meeting Cas For the First Time And Shamelessly Flirting With Him
This is for @impalaimagining Cheesy PickUp Line Challenge. I chose the prompts, ‘Are those space pants? Because that ass is out of
this world’, along with ‘Your legs are like an Oreo Cookie - I wanna split
them and eat all the good stuff in the middle’.
Characters: Y/n, Cas, Dean, Sam
Pairing: Cas x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL READER)
Warnings: Mostly fluff, bit of violence and murdering of a witch, more fluff, crack, flirting, weird pick up lines, then sorta hinted at smut at the end.
Word count: 1951
Summary: When the Winchesters call for help, you’re the one who answers. But this time, they have a hot angel along for the ride, that just might make everything better.
A/N: Ok, so, I don’t know what this is. It’s random as fuck, but I think it’s cute. It’s also the first proper thing I’ve written in a few weeks. So don’t judge too harshly. Hope u like it!!