let me be your left hand

Clarke doing her best

Abby: Their blood is on your hands

Raven:You’re the only murder here

Octavia: Yeah, well it’s not good enough

Bellamy: People die when you’re in charge

Jasper: How could you let this happen?

Lexa: You left a hero to your people and you return one. You bring them justice.

You were born for this Clarke, same as me.

You have to go back to you’re people, that’s why you’re you.

Her actions show us a promise for a new future.

Clarke elevates herself, she is special.

nochu unsolved (m)

Pairing:  Jungkook x Reader
Genre: boyfriend!jungkook , smut, comedy, fluff
Warnings: thigh riding, dry humping, panty fetish, creampie, graveyard sex, mention of past emo Jungkook lmao
Word Count:  8k+
Summary:  cryptid hunting with your boyfriend doesn’t go quite as planned…

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Marks--Billy Hargrove

Written by @rune-of-a-writer

Request: Honestly god bless you for writing for billy… it’s so hard to find stuff for him. would you be interested in writing a billy piece where he and the reader are sort of fwb and both assured the other that feelings wouldn’t develop but the reader catches feelings hard… ending can be angsty (billy doesn’t feel that way about reader/just wants sex) or fluffy (mutual admission of love lolol) I’ll let you decide THANK YOU you’re amazing ❤️❤️

Warnings: Smut, cursing

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

Summary: You and Billy both promised each other that during your arrangement you wouldn’t grow feelings for one another. But now that you’ve broken your side of that deal, it’s getting harder by the day.

Word Count: 3,190

Listen To: Meet Me in the Hallway by Harry Styles

You had given Billy a call after waving goodbye to your parents. They were leaving for the weekend to head down to the casino for their anniversary. The second their car pulled out of the driveway you were dialing his number and telling him to come over. It was late, almost 7 o’clock— part of you wished he’d stay the night, but you knew he wouldn’t.

After calling him you rushed to the bathroom to get ready. It’d take him ten minutes to get to your house which was enough time for you. You brushed your teeth and put fresh lipstick on, fixing your pajama shorts and tank top. Once you had finished getting ready, you sat yourself down on the couch and waited for Billy to show up. You didn’t have to wait long because almost two minutes later your doorbell was ringing. Biting your lip to withhold your smirk, you got up and answered the door.

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BTS / Mafia AU – You start to have feelings for them after an arranged marriage

REQUEST: Heyyy,,,so I just finished reading your exo’s arranged marriage and how yn starts to slowly have feelings for them and I was wondering if u could do one for bts too….I mean if you’re fine with it tho!! But if u do, thank you in advanced💖

thank you for this request, i hope you enjoy! ❤️

i’m also completely drained of ideas for this specific au thank god it’s the third of the three groups i write about shskdfj

OTHER MAFIA AUs: BTS / EXO / GOT7


Jin

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

Despite being a notorious member of the Mafia, your husband was always fair when it came to his favorite past-time activity – playing poker.

Ever since you were given away to him, you hated poker. Not necessarily because he played it, but because it brought all kinds of people to your house. It was already hard to get used to being a part of a Mafia family, and now you had to meet all of these other dangerous looking men and women.

You had admitted to Jin that you hated poker one time, and expected him to kick you out of the house immediately, but instead of that, he just watched you for a moment.

“Come watch me play,” he told you then. “I’m sure you’ll be impressed.”

“It’s not even about the game,” you said. “It’s just that there’s constantly some people hanging out here.”

“And you want to be alone with me, right?”

Blushing furiously, you turned away from him. “That’s not what I meant.”

Jin laughed at your reaction, but then he placed a hand on your shoulder to get you to turn back around. You did.

“Look, just come,” he said once your eyes met. “I’ll introduce you to everyone and if you still hate them, I’ll tell them to leave right away.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, tell them that this random girl doesn’t like them. That’ll get them to leave.”

“You’re not a random girl,” Jin said matter-of-factly. “You’re my wife.”

You wanted to tell him that it didn’t feel like it but chose to only have one argument at a time. Sighing, you nodded and the next time Jin’s poker buddies came (so, thirty minutes after you had this conversation with him), he took you with him to the basement, where they always played.

Surprisingly, as Jin walked around the table introducing you to everyone, you realized that these people only seemed rude and dangerous. Now they actually looked warm and friendly, as all of them smiled and waved at you.

“It’s sad to make you lose while your young wife’s watching,” a man, sitting adjacent to Jin, said.

“Oh, we’ll see who loses,” Jin replied with a small smirk.

You sat by his side the entire game. Sadly, you didn’t know much about poker and you were starting to get really bored but then Jin placed his hand on your knee, making you jump up slightly.

He leaned in to you to whisper something in your ear. “We’re winning.”

You gave him an excited smile and he went back to the game, retrieving his hand from your leg, forcing you to suddenly feel colder due to the lack of his warmth.

The game ended less than twenty minutes later. The man who had previously warned Jin about losing was the first one to stand up from the poker table.

“I don’t understand,” he said. “I know you’re good, Jin, I do. But you were incredible tonight. It almost feels like you’re cheating.”

Jin smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist before replying. “She’s my lucky charm.”

He has never been this affectionate before. Or maybe you just haven’t hung out with him enough for his affectionate side to come out. You definitely regretted that it took you this long to get here, sitting by the poker table, with proud smiles on your faces, while Jin’s poker friends slowly got up from the table to leave, muttering about how they would never play with him again.

You were bored the entire game, but you were certain you’d endure it again and again if you got him look at you with that look in his eyes.


Suga

Originally posted by yngissi

You and Yoongi had an understanding. He knew that you didn’t want to get married to him and he accepted that. Why wouldn’t he? You were basically forced to marry him and leave your family behind.

However, he wanted to help you get used to this new life because frankly, there was no way out now that you were his actual wife. Those were the rules, at least in his family’s household: you either stayed married or you died.

You didn’t want to die and Yoongi didn’t want you to die, either. He may have seemed like a ruthless gangster to others, but when he came home, he tried to do everything he could to make this life easier for you.

One morning, you woke up to find a small velvet box on your bedside table. Confused, you reached a hand to open it and nearly dropped it in shock once you saw what was inside.

A huge diamond ring, reflecting the dim lighting of your bedroom, was placed in the box. A small note was attached to it, and carefully, worried that you’ll break the ring if you touched it, you picked the note up.

           “We never actually got to get engaged. So, I’m proposing to you even though we’re already married. Will you marry me? :) x, Yoongi.”

You knew Yoongi well enough to know that he didn’t joke like that. He actually wanted you to have this ring. And there was no way you could have accepted it. It looked like it cost almost as much as this house.

So, you got out of bed, grabbed your robe and the ring, and headed to the shooting range where Yoongi usually was in the mornings.

“What is this?” you called out over the sound of shotguns, once you saw your husband.

He placed the safety lock on his gun before turning around to look at your expectant face.

“It’s a ring,” he said matter-of-factly and then quickly got concerned. “You don’t like it?”

“What? No, I love it,” you said. “But that’s not the point. I can’t accept this.”

“Of course, you can,” Yoongi placed the gun down and walked towards you. “I got it for you because I wanted you to know that you’re wanted. You’re not just an item that your parents gave away. You’re a human being. And you’re my wife.”

You had opened your mouth to argue further but his last sentence stole every possible argument from you. What could you have replied to that?

Your answer to his statement was in the form of an unexpected hug that almost knocked Yoongi down on the floor.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you felt him hug you back. “Thank you for making it feel like home in the furthest place from home I can imagine.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by aesthetic-kpop-memes

Hoseok didn’t know you were in this restaurant. No one did, because you stopped by the door as soon as you entered since you saw your husband, albeit not a truly real one, sitting at a table with a girl you’ve never seen before.

“I’m sorry,” you heard Hoseok say to the girl. “But I’m married.”

That’s right, you thought, already feeling irrationally jealous, although you and him barely interacted when both of you were home.

“Yeah, I know,” the girl said, giggling. “My parents are arranging a marriage for me, too. But how real is an arranged marriage anyway? Who’s to say it’s not just a pretext to gain more power?”

You saw the girl extend her hand over the table and place it over Hoseok’s. You had to bite your tongue so you wouldn’t gasp and attract everyone’s attention.

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok repeated  and pulled his hand from under the girl’s. “But it’s very real.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” the girl leaned back in her chair and although you couldn’t see her face, you just knew she rolled her eyes. “No one ever stays faithful in an arranged marriage. There’s no point!”

“There is a point for me,” Hoseok said, standing up from his seat. “I’m planning to stay faithful to my wife because that is the whole point of a marriage. And it doesn’t matter that this marriage was not by choice. I truly wish you well, and hopefully, you change your attitude about this.”

He was about to walk away, but the girl grabbed his hand, stopping him. “Hoseok, wait—”

“Please let go of me,” he said. “Before my wife kills you.”

Cold ran through your body.

The girl let Hoseok go. “She’s here?”

Suddenly, you felt Hoseok’s gaze drift to you. How could he know that you’re here?!

“She’s always with me,” he told the girl, walking away from her and towards you.

You froze in the same spot as you watched him approach you, dreading the scolding you were about to receive. But Hoseok just stopped in front of you, extending his hand for you to take.

“Shall we go?” he asked.

Somehow managing to break through the fear, you nodded and took his hand, allowing him to lead you out of the restaurant. Right before you left, you turned around to look at the girl who was talking to Hoseok before. She was watching the two of you leave with wide eyes and jealousy so prominent that it was probably visible from Mars.

And although many times before you thought that being married to Hoseok was one of the worst things that could have happened to you, today you were proven otherwise.

You didn’t even know where this jealousy came from but you knew it was going to stay, although Hoseok just proved to you that you had nothing to be jealous of. He wasn’t even considering being unfaithful to you.


RM

Originally posted by hoe4bts

Ever since the wedding day, you’ve been very awkward around Namjoon. You did want to get to know him – he was your husband, after all – but he always looked really annoyed and frustrated with you, so you didn’t dare to strike up a conversation with him.

However, soon you got tired of answering your friends questions about your marriage by saying, “I don’t actually know what kind of person my husband is.” And that is why, gathering every ounce of courage you had, you dared to enter his bedroom.

“Namjoon?” you said as a way to announce yourself. “Can we talk?”

Namjoon looked away from his laptop to look at you. “About what?”

“I have a question I’ve wanted to ask you,” you said and then took a deep breath. “Do you want a divorce?”

Namjoon blinked his eyes, looking at you as if you’ve just spoken a foreign language.

“No..? Should I..?” he said, feeling too awkward and confused to form proper sentences.

“I don’t know. I just mean, like, we don’t even know each other,” you continued. “And I’m getting this vibe from you that you don’t particularly like me very much. Maybe even hate me.”

Hate you?” Namjoon stood  up from his chair. “Why do you think I hate you?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked with an awkward laugh. “You look at me like I’m the enemy of the nation, or something.”

Namjoon was going to reply something but then he changed his mind and looked down, thinking about something.

“I didn’t realize that,” he finally said. “It’s probably because I’m just a little uncomfortable. Obviously, I want to get to know you – very much, in fact. But I didn’t know if you felt the same way and I didn’t want you to think I was lame by getting all excited about the prospect of actually… knowing my wife.”

You smiled at this. “You have every right to get excited about that.”

“Okay,” he nodded, smiling back. “I’m sorry I made it seem like I want to divorce you. Honestly, that’s the last thing I want.”

“Oh, that makes me feel better,” you said, exhaling in relief and making him laugh.

“Do you want to hang out tonight?” Namjoon asked then. “I don’t have to do any work, so I’m all free to finally get to know the person I’m spending the rest of my life with.”

For some reason, the term “for the rest of my life” made your heart beat faster.

You nodded, with a wide smile. “I’d love to do that.”


Jimin

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Being the wife of the heir of a Mafia family meant you had a lot of things normal people couldn’t even dream of. Normal marriage was not among these things, since you only saw your husband during mandatory family meetings or sometimes when you passed him in the hallway.

Another thing that wasn’t included in this job description was the guarantee that you’d get to do everything you wanted to do.

You couldn’t go out as much as you wanted to, and even the places that you could go to were limited. Which is why when you found out that your favorite band was coming to your city, you wanted to rip your hair out because you couldn’t go. Concerts were in a list of forbidden activities.

But you just couldn’t understand what the problem was. You knew a way to sneak your gun into the venue and you could have defended yourself if you had to. Hell, you could have defended at least five more people.

Your husband Jimin knew you were upset about that, how could he not? You complained about this for at least a million times. And Jimin felt guilty. He knew that the reason why you couldn’t go to this concert was because of his family. Your family had no such rules and if you hadn’t married Jimin, you wouldn’t have missed the event of a lifetime.

On the night of the concert, you had locked yourself inside of your room, refusing to open the door to anyone. You had warned them that you’d be mourning so they should have known that you weren’t going to open the door to anyone. And yet, someone kept knocking on your door. But since you ignored them, they seemed to go away.

And then, in the midst of suffocating silence that you spent regretting your existence, you heard your window start to open. Your second-floor window.

Jumping from your bed, you watched in horror as a blond head slowly appeared inside of your room.

“Jimin?!” you gasped at the sight of your husband. “What the hell are you doing outside of my window?”

“Well, you wouldn’t open your door,” he said, shrugging his shoulders as if this was the most usual thing he’s ever done.

“Yes, and for a reason!” you said. “Well, come inside before you fall off the—”

“No, come here,” he shook his head and sat down on your windowsill. “I’m sneaking you out.”

“What?” you asked, still more confused than ever. “Where?”

“To the concert,” Jimin said, groaning. “Come on. Your windowsill is hurting me. Let’s go.”

“We can’t, Jimin, your family—”

“That’s why we’re sneaking out,” he said, extending his hand. “I know you want to see this band perform live and I’m your husband. I want to make all of your wishes come true. So, come, we’re going to be late.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you grabbed his hand and allowed him to help you climb out the window and down the ledge until you reached the floor safely and without being caught.

And you didn’t know if this was the adrenaline or the excitement of finally getting to see your favorite band, or maybe it was something else entirely, but you were sure no one has ever done so much for you before, and you couldn’t help but feel so much affection for this blond boy, making your dream come true, despite knowing very well that this will get him in a lot of trouble.


V

Originally posted by kimdaily

The last thing your mother said before she gave you away to Taehyung was to give him his freedom.

“It’s the most important thing in an arranged marriage,” she told you. “Let him date other women. Let him do what he wants to do. At the end of the day, he’s still your husband. This is the key to having a successful marriage.”

“But what about love?” you had asked her.

She laughed at your naïve voice. “Love isn’t real, sweetheart.”

Somehow, you thought her advice was probably the most insane thing you’ve ever heard but could you argue with her? She has seen more arranged marriages in her life than you have. Actually, she was in one with your father. She had to know better, right?

And Taehyung didn’t particularly mind it. He loved socializing and meeting new people. He wasn’t as good on the field with a gun, but he was fantastic at making new connections, and he was always organizing meetings with potential clients. You thought some of these “clients” had to be girls that he was seeing in secret. You told him you didn’t care if he went on dates with other girls, and Taehyung was a little surprised at first.

He thought he’d test the waters, and set out for a date a few nights after you gave him the green light to date whoever he wanted to date.

You felt a lot of different emotions after he left. The most prominent of which was the sad realization that you didn’t like the fact that he was on a date with a different woman. Sure, you didn’t choose to get married, but it still didn’t feel right.

About twenty minutes after Taehyung left, you heard the door of your house open. Confused, you left your bedroom and walked right into Taehyung in the hallway.

“What are you—”

Before you could even express your confusion, he wrapped his arms around you, knocking all breath out of you.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I’m so so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Once he relieved his grip on you, you managed to finally find your voice. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t like this,” he said, pulling away from you, to look you in the eyes. “I don’t like that we’re not exclusive. We’re married, for the love of God! I couldn’t even enter the restaurant. I don’t know what I expected. I can’t date other women. I’m married!”

“Taehyung, I told you it was okay—”

“It is not okay,” he shook his head, not even letting you finish. “It is the furthest thing from okay and I don’t care what you say. I’m never dating anyone else. Why would I? I have you. You’re my wife.”

“But—”

“Please don’t say anything else,” Taehyung said. “I think I need to take a shower to wash this guilt off. God, I can’t believe I even considered to go on a date with someone else. Just the thought of it makes me want to puke.”

You watched him walk away from you to enter the closest bathroom, while you tried to recover from this shock. Taehyung refused to even consider going on a date with anyone else because of you. Because you were his wife.

Your mother was wrong, after all. Love was real. And it was right around the corner.


Jungkook

Originally posted by nochuie

You hated the idea of getting married because your parents told you to. You knew your sister was in an arranged marriage but you were still naively hoping you wouldn’t have to suffer the same destiny. You even had a boyfriend that your parents were slowly warming up to, so you had hoped he’d be the one for you.

Until one day your parents brought Jungkook to your house to introduce him to you.

“This is the man you’ll marry, Y/n,” your father said, shattering your entire world into pieces.

You were forced to break up with your boyfriend to marry this complete stranger. To say you hated him was an understatement.

Jungkook knew this. You told him this right after your wedding, and even though you knew it wasn’t his fault you two had to get married, you still hated him nevertheless.

One night, about a month after the wedding, you were sulking in your bed – as you did every night – looking at old pictures of you and your now ex-boyfriend. Just as you entered his Facebook page, however, you froze.

His profile picture was of him kissing another girl.

You thought you were seeing things as you looked at the picture. Then, you checked who the girl was and found out from her Facebook that she started dating him a few weeks after you got married to Jungkook.

You couldn’t believe this as you angrily slammed your laptop shut and tried to distract yourself by thinking about something else to keep the tears from coming.

Somewhere in the distance, you heard the door of your bedroom open.

“Y/n?” Jungkook’s careful voice sounded. “Is everything okay?”

You covered your face with your hands, not replying to his question and hoping he would just go away and leave you alone.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Jungkook asked, staying in the room. Not only that, but he also sat down on your bed next to you.

Taking a deep breath, you chose to give him the satisfaction of seeing you at your lowest.

“My ex-boyfriend is in a new relationship,” you told him. “He seemed to move on in just two weeks while I spent all of this time missing him.”

Jungkook was not satisfied. In fact, his face twisted in anger.

“What a piece of shit,” he said. “Do you want me to kill him?”

You almost laughed. “Yeah, like you could do that.”

“Of course I could,” Jungkook said in a serious tone. “You’re my wife. I could do anything for you. Besides, I am in the Mafia and he’s just a low-life.”

You looked at Jungkook again. His eyes looked genuine and you were surprised to feel somehow drawn in to him.

“I just don’t understand it,” you said, sighing. “He told me he loved me. Hell, he proved that many times. Or so I thought…”

“Please don’t start doubting your relationship now,” Jungkook told you. “He could have really loved you. Maybe he still does.”

“I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be kissing some other girl if he still had feelings for me.”

“People choose interesting ways to move on,” he said. “And he seems like the type of guy to find a rebound girl to get over his ex. He’s the perfect definition of an asshole. I think you really dodged a bullet by marrying me instead.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at this.

When you turned your head, you saw a smile on Jungkook’s face, too. He looked like he wanted to give you a hug or comfort you in a more intimate way than just with his words, but he didn’t dare. Looking down, you leaned into him and placed your head on his shoulder, showing him that it was okay to touch you. After you heard him breathe in sharply, he placed a hand on your waist, finally finding the courage to pull you closer to him.

You stayed like that for so long that you lost track of time and your neck hurt from holding it on his shoulder for so long. But it felt too good to move. It felt right. It felt like this was where you were supposed to be.

Synopsis: You are cursed with the ability to feel others’ emotions through touch. During a battle you’re fighting with Loki, he touches you and it opens your eyes to who he is. 

A/N: I’ll probably add more parts to this and make it a mini-fic, just because I love this concept so much. Our poor little God of Mischief isn’t evil, just misunderstood and dealing with a lot. 

Warnings: implied smut, violence, blood

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PULP FICTION 📖 [ACT 1] (DISCONTINUED)

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

summary: nancy breaks up with steve and he is a bit of a mess when you find him. being the new girl in hawkins you try to befriend and keep nancy off his mind. it backfires and now you have him falling in love with you, as you fight off the urge to fall in love with him, too. [THIS IS AN AU!]

warnings: swearing, sexual situations, violence

a/n: quentin tarantino is my favorite director and i really love old movies. so here’s this. lot’s of music in here. also, nothing too major happens now. just two characters meet. this is possibly the maybe first time i have such an independant/strong reader

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MASTERLIST.

[ACT 2.]

music.

“Hey, sorry to bother you. I wouldn’t be if… if you didn’t look like you could use some company.”

Your statement is met with silence as the unfamiliar guy in front of you lifts his eyes up to stare at you in bewilderment. Late autumn wind blows past and ruins your neat hairdo. Your hand grips the strap of your purse; you note tears glisten in his deep brown eyes and decide to look away so he’d have enough time to collect himself. The guy sniffles, rubs his eyes before giving you a tight smile; He opens his mouth to possibly dismiss you, but you beat him to it, “There’s no shame in crying. If you’re sad, you’re sad, right? Nothing you can do about it.” He sighs, “May I sit?” You inquire. After a moment of consideration, he gives a curt nod. And so you do.

The park is mostly empty, only a few joggers here and there and some kid walking his dog. Hawkins in general seems to be a quiet, reserved town with nothing interesting ever happening. You suppose sports games are a big deal here, too. You wouldn’t know that of course. This is your first day here, after all, and so far the impression you managed to get from walking around a bit is not on par to what you are used to.

“So, what happened?” You ask, “You can tell me. You don’t know me. Talking to strangers is the easiest way to get things off your chest. Family and friends show too much interest if you ask me. They always…dig deep into everything. Try to smother you without telling the truth. Terribly afraid to hurt your feelings. I’m not like that. I know you’re technically supposed to start a conversation with small talk first, but small talk is bullshit. The deep shit is the one that you really wanna go for, you know? Because if you really wanna know someone you don’t care about ‘how’s your day been’. It’s pretty obvious how it has.” Somewhere along the line you had taken out a cigarette and lit it up with a sparkly metal lighter, “So, stranger. What got you this messed up?”

The guy – roughly your age, possibly same height but his own hair makes him appear a lot taller – hooks his hands together and looks down, “My girlfriend broke up with me.”

“Did you deserve it?”

“What?” He glances at you. You shrug.

What ain’t a reason I have ever heard of…” You take a puff, “So? Did you?”

His eyes glaze over and he looks away, again. He sighs, “Yeah…yeah I did.”

“You must’ve really liked her, then. But she did good to let you go.” Silence, “Did she find someone else?”

“Yeah.” He spits.

“Don’t get rowdy. The sooner you’ll realize that she isn’t yours to mourn over, the better.” You say casually, your eyes trailing a quite ironic scene – just down the path, a boy and a girl, no older than ten, meet up and shyly intertwine their fingers together, schoolbags still on their backs – and you smile, “Any details you wanna spare?”

“Who even are you?”

You give him a look, “Will you still want to talk after you know my name?”

He gives you a once over, tries to decipher the mildly amused, but attentive, expression on your face as you make another light shrug and bring the cigarette to your lips. Leg on leg, you tatter your foot in the air and let chilly wind carry strands of your daisy fresh perfume. You figure he’s racking his brain in search of you, a memory of a (colour) haired (colour) eyed girl with a red scarf around her neck. But he comes out empty, and in turn submits, and with another heavy sight he starts talking. He mentions names and places and people you have never heard of before, nor care that much about. But it obviously matters to him, so you listen and nod along, catching each and every word, each and every crack of his voice and give him the privacy to collect himself once he hits the crux of the situation – some Tina’s party, his girlfriend drunkenly telling him she doesn’t love him – as you look away and put out your cigarette. Once you look back he takes in a ragged breath of cold air, “…And that’s…that’s about it.”

“Rough.” You say.

He hums in agreement, “And you?” His voice is gravely but his eyes appear clearer. His shoulders relax and he runs his fingers through his hair, “Can’t be the only one living hell.”

“That you are not.” You agree, slowly coming to stand, “But I’ll have to save my heartache for another time.” You turn to him, “But let me give you a hint. Drunk driving. Brother troubles. Addiction to nicotine. All I can say without giving away too many spoilers.”

He cracks a shaky smile, “That’s not fair.”

You grin, “Life very rarely is.” And you turn to be on your merry way but he calls after you in a hushed voice. With a raised brow, you look at him, “Yes?”

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s not a butterfly.” You state, amused, “Can’t be caught.”

He stands up, still seeming a bit flustered, “I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.”

“And I’m Lea…ving. Leaving. It was nice meeting you, Steve Steve Harrington. If you ever feel like being strangers again, you can find me at Jack Rabbits Slim, 8 o’clock sharp.”



He didn’t plan on seeking you out. It was instinct, mostly, that and curiosity and the strange look in your eye that he couldn’t shake off for the life of him. Your stare was intense, as if you tried to burn the image of yourself into his memory, that or read past his exterior and peer in what was boiling inside. Either way, it worked. He still can’t believe he managed to dish out how he feels to a complete stranger and didn’t even manage to catch her name! It takes talent to be that sly. In a way he respects that you somehow dodged his questions and appear completely honest while doing it, too. In a way he’s terrified of seeing you again, not sure what else you might figure out about him.

As he parks his car in the nearly empty parking lot, he promises himself to walk away first with all the answer, not the other way around. He turns the key and the headlights shut off. Night pools from outside and in a couple of quick motions he shuts the car’s door, breaths in chilly early November air. Lights stream from the diner as silhouettes shimmer about. His keys jiggle in his pocket as in quick strides he enters Jack Rabbits Slim, but not before checking his reflection in the window to make sure his hair is in messy perfection.

Dim yellow lights and the stench of grease and cigarette smoke greets him like an old friend and he quickly searches for you in any of the red booths. He sees you in the far corner, sitting alone and looking out the window with the shadows of the night casting a pale blue hue on your bored face. Music plays from the speakers but Steve can’t quite figure out is it a happy tune or not. He passes a few much older waitresses that give him a polite smile; he feels his nerves shoot up as the distance grows smaller and smaller until…he takes a seat across from you, and only then do you finally acknowledge him.

“Hello, Steve Steve Harrington.”

“Just Steve is fine.” He smiles at you, “Should I call you Lea Ving?”

You grin, “(Name) is fine.” A nameless waitress, with a sweet look on her face and a tray that seems much too heavy for her, sways to your booth and sets down a pink milkshake with whip-cream and a cherry on top. She lets you chose a straw color and you pick yellow, thank her, and she moves away before asking if Steve wants anything, to which he says that no, he doesn’t. “You sure?” You ask once she approaches another booth with a cheerful greeting, “It’s a damn good milkshake.” You say as your fingers carefully lift the plastic cherry from the snow white cream, “I don’t know if it’s worth 5 dollars, but…Damn good.”

He has to constantly remind himself not to fall for it. For a person that presumably hates small talk, you sure do a lot of it.

“I’m good.” He says, “I came here to find out more about you.” You hum, taking a shy sip of your drink, “I’ve never seen you around before so let me guess…You’re new? Starting school tomorrow, possibly?”

“Jackpot, Harrington.” You say, “This is my first day here. Hawkins isn’t much. No offence, I’m just used to…more action, let’s say that.”

“Where are you from?”

“Originally?” You blink, “Maine. A small town called Derry.” You smile into your drink and you swirl it, “You’ve probably never heard of it…I left for California when I was twelve.”

“And now you’re here.”

Clearly. Need proof? You can touch my hand, if you want. I promise it’s warm.” You glance warily at your milkshake, “Well, maybe a bit cooled now.”

“I’d rather you share something that’s not, how you say it, ‘bullshit’.”

“Ah…I can’t.” You hum. He frowns.

“Why not?”

You grin at him brilliantly, “We’re not strangers anymore. Now ‘bullshit’ is mandatory. But…” Your eyes travel up and away from him to look somewhere at the other end of the diner, “I’m willing to make an exception.” Your smile falls into a cocky smirk, “If you’re up for the challenge, that is.”

Intrigued, he lifts a brow, “And what would I have to do, exactly?” He asks whilst his fingers inch closer to your drink. Wordless, you slide it to him and he takes a sip.

“You a good dancer, Harrington?”


music.

Kicking off your shoes you stand barefoot on the sparkly dark blue tiles; you feel a chill slowly creep up your spine, but you still can’t help but smile at your newly made friend, Steve. He takes off his shoes, too. The diner hosts an award for the best twist – you had read so when you came in to scope the place out for possible part-time job opportunities – and you want that award. No particular reason. You just feel like dancing. Plus, despite not showing that much interest in Steve’s oh so tragic high school sweetheart heartbreak, you do feel for him in your own little way. And you think that some distractions are what he needs right now, more than anything. Sitting in a booth and chatting about this and that, or you pushing your very heavy problems onto him will do no one good. You can talk when you’re good friends. It is your firm belief that bodies connect better than words.

The same sweet waitress announces the start of the competition. Besides an elderly couple, you and Steve are the only ones who care and/or are bored enough to enter. And so the two of you go first, take your places in front of one another. The music blasts from the speakers and your heart jumps when he smiles stupidly at you.

You start with your right foot in a twist, your hands in front of you as you sway from one side to another to follow the rhythm. Steve does his own little thing – at first he appears to be a bit self-conscious as all eyes, despite how few, stare at the two of you intently – closing his eyes as if intently listening to the beats. But soon he gets out of his head. He relaxes, visibly, grins brilliantly at you as your eyes connect in sparks in dim mellow lights. Your moves become softer, more playful; he lets loose, before you know it there is completely no distance between the two of you as he grabs you by the hands and spins you. You can’t help but laugh; he lets you go and you tip-toe your way to the side, twist after twist you don’t dare to stop the momentum.

You rock your head. He does too. Soon the cool tiles, the happy stares, smell of grease, sweat, and perfume fade into the back of your mind as only you and he enjoy this moment. You needed a distraction just as much as he did. Dizzy from spinning, your hair flying, you clasp your hands into fists and pump them in the air, not once stopping your sway. Steve’s hand lands on your waist, the other catches your hand and you laugh as he attempts to show off some strange distorted waltz move he knows full well he’s failing.  A couple more steps and…Playfully he lowers you and the song ends.

You share quick hushed breaths; you are unable to look away from those pretty dazed eyes of his, nor ignore the way your heart hammers. But that may just be due to the jumping and running about just seconds prior. You smile at him. He returns it; applause flood the diner and he sets you upright. His hands linger on your for one more moment – they are very hot, you note – before he pries away from you to bow at the audience.


music.

You slam his car’s door shut, slump in the seat, and hug the reward as he starts the engine. Still flustered, your cheeks red and flaming, soft breaths falling from your lips like whispers, you give the diner one last gleeful look before you glance at Steve – his hair reminds you of a bird’s nest – as he starts the car. Gravel slushes beneath the tires as you drive away.

“Where should I let you off?” He asks you, running a hand through his hair.

“You know where the Hendersons live?” You inquire, finding a comfortable spot. He nearly swerves into a nearby trashcan, “So you do.” You say shakily.

“You a relative?” He asks.

“Cousin. They’re letting me stay for my little…expedition.” You say carefully. He gives you a look, “Fine. Okay, fine. I’m staying with them because my parents kicked me out. I got involved with the wrong crowd and you know how it is when you get involved with bad people. It always ends in shit. I expected this to end up shit, too.” You glance down at the award, “But so far it’s only mildly crappy.” You finish with a grin. “By the way, you know Dustin or Mr. H?”

He blinks, “Oh, uhm, Dustin…IBabysat him once or twice. On a…thing. He’s a good kid. Funny. And not kid funny, like actually funny.”

“I wouldn’t know.” You shrug, “Last I saw him he was still a little baby. I bet I won’t even recognise him now. Still haven’t seen him. Auntie said he was at school when I arrived.”

“–Well, anyway, do you need a ride to school tomorrow?” He changes subjects fairly quick, “I could…give you a lift, or something. And don’t say that rides are overrated. And don’t say ‘or something’, either!”

You laugh, “My my, Steve, you sure are getting to know me alright.” You turn in your seat so your body would face him, “Not strangers anymore…” You add quietly, “A ride would be much appreciated.”



part 2?


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Bratty

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

A small piece where Y/N can’t get Harry’s attention, so she pouts and decides exactly how to grab his attention

Y/N rarely begs Harry for anything. He’s usually one step ahead of her, always making sure she had everything she needed. Cuddles, hugs, good morning texts. But sometimes he can get caught up in his own work, Y/N has no problems with it obviously. Yet it only gets in the way when Y/N really wants something. And not just anything. But something only Harry could satisfy.

The first time Y/N acted out like a brat, Harry was answering emails.

He was lied out on the bed, back propped up by the headboard with the MacBook in his lap. His ankles crosses and hair slightly fluffed over his forehead due to just waking up. His glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, scratched at his stubble dusted jaw letting his eyes dart on the screen at the multiple emails sent by his manager. It was barely 8am on a Saturday, Y/N usually slept in on the weekends, it was her escape from the hectic schedule of work and schooling. Something was keeping her up though. She lied in bed with her back facing Harry, stretching her arms over her head once she became aware. Y/N peaked up at him sleepily, seeing his bright green eyes looking down at her.

“Up this early in the mornin’? Tha’s a record.” Harry teases letting his right hand lightly scratch over Y/N scalp making her hum out in delight.

“Heyyy don’t be rude… I can be up early if I put my mind to it.” Y/N quipped in. The only thing on her mind right now was for Harry to put his mouth on her.

She’d never ask him for it though. She would always think she’s got it all in her head, pep talking herself in the mirror to get the confidence to just come straight out and tell him exactly what she wants. But she can never get past the first sentence. Harry always can read her before she can even mention what she wants from him. He says it’s all due to his “impeccable reading of people” but Y/N just thinks her flushed cheeks are a dead giveaway.

After sharing a few kisses and daily questions they went through every morning that he asked. “Did you sleep well,” “what should we make for breakfast,” she could usually answer them with no problem. But she was getting too distracted on the way his mouth spoke certain syllabas, the way he used his knuckles to push the glasses further up his nose. Everything that should seem normal, but was just making her body even warmer. Harry caught on to her spacing out, brushing the tip of her nose with his finger.

“Did you even hear a word o’ what I just said?” He rose an eyebrow looking down at her. Y/N moved her eyes back to him immediately dropping them back down when her eyes met his. She meaked out an embarrassed ‘no’ before he smirked softly leaning over kissing under her ear.

“Go brush your teeth an’ we’ll make some breakfast yeah?” Harry tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before rubbing his thumb across her jaw. Y/N blinked a few times before getting up and heading over to the bathroom to freshen up. She brushed her teeth, combed through her hair, she even splashed cold water on her face to just snap her out of it.

But nothing worked.

Nothing.

And now she was left to fluster her way through to get Harry to do something to her. Y/N opened the door after drying her face with a towel, he was still lied there in the same position, ruffling his hand through his hair yawning out. She stood by the end of the bed just watching his, fiddling with the sleeves of the sweater of his she wore. Harry trailed his eyes back to her smiling sweetly.

“Look a’ you… all fresh an’ ready to go.” Y/N smiled slightly nodding before gnawing on her lip.

“Yeah! Yeah yeah I just….” Just like that she was at a loss for words. Anytime she started a sentence in a certain way, Harry’s eyes would immediately dart over to hers, his eyebrows scrunching in concern. She hated when she worried him, it was never her intention to, I mean how were you supposed to ask your boyfriend to just eat you out. It should be easy, but with someone like Harry, it’s more tedious than it should be.

I just really want your mo-“ She’s suddenly cut off by Harry’s ringtone blaring, making his eyes move to the phone left on the nightstand. “Jus’ give me a minute love…” Harry mumbled before answering the call.

Just like that he answered the phone. Y/N looked at him, dropping her hands by her sides letting her lower lip jut out in a pout. She didn’t mean to be someone who wanted a lot of attention, but she wants attention. Especially when she’s needy for him. Something in the way he answered the phone made Y/N reset her words in her brain. She knew a way to get to Harry.

It was risky, but she knew she had to take it if she wanted him to do something now.

Harry has his phone held between his shoulder and ear, typing away on his laptop letting out noises of responses to whoever was on the other line. Y/N crawled over to his side, resting her hand over his forearm. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, moving his hand for a minute to brush his thumb over her knuckles. She moved to lean her chin to rest on his shoulder, pressing her lips against his ear, tugging his hand that was over hers, to her thigh. Harry let his hand rest on the outside of her thigh, suddenly glancing down at it. He moved his head up to sit straight, using his other hand to pressing the phone against his ear.

“H….. really need you right now…” She murmured quietly in his ear, slipping her fingers between the open spaces of his on her thigh. Harry looked at her moving the phone away from his mouth.

“Sweetheart.. ‘m on a call jus’ give me 5 minutes..” He mumbled moving his phone back to his mouth before resuming the conversation with what sounded like his manager.

Y/N frowned pulling just her head back to look at him, his eyes not even bothering to look back at her, too focused on the screen in front of him. Her own patience was wearing thin, deciding to shove the computer off his thighs and crawling in between them. Harry looked at her with furrowed eyebrows glancing back at the screen and then her. Y/N just shrugged tapping her fingers against his thighs casually keeping her eyes on him. He looked down at her hands before grabbing one of her wrist and sending a warning glance before setting her wrist down in her lap. Y/N pouted moving her hands back to the waistnand of his boxers, slipping her fingertips in. Harry widened his eyes quickly grabbing her wrist and moving to press the phone against his shoulder to muffle the speaker.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Harry hissed keeping his hold on her wrist.

“You aren’t paying attention to me, have to figure out ways to do it obviously.” Y/N bluntly stated rolling her eyes.

Harry narrowed them before murmuring our a low ‘quit it’ before returning back to his call, now making sure his eyes were focused on hers the whole time. At this point she would’ve stopped, realizing whoever was on the other line is important and whatever they were talking about was obviously something that Harry would have to pay attention too.

But she wasn’t going to stop.

Y/N moved to lie on her stomach between his legs, pulling out his cock from his boxers. Before he could let out another scolding, she immediately wrapped her lips around the tip, lolling her tongue around. Harry let out a choked breath moving his free hand into her hair. She let her eyes trail up to his raising her eyebrows up before pulling back, letting her hand slowly work over his shaft. Harry shook his head gritting his teeth together.

“Yeah ‘m fine mate don’t worry about it… I can’t believe what the fuck are you doin’…” Harry spoke through clenched teeth at the last part. Y/N bit her lip shaking her head innocently, acting like she had no clue what she was doing. She let her tongue lay flat on the underside of his prick, letting it drag up lazily before flicking her tongue against the bead of pre-cum that had escaped. She was fully now wrapping her mouth around his cock and letting her head do the work. Her hand pumping over his shaft ever time she moved her mouth up making his head slam back against the headboard squeezing his eyes shut. He had more self control than this, but something about the way her mouth was hot around his dick was making his mind go in circle. He couldn’t think straight with her doe eyes looking up at him like she isn’t choking on his cock.

“I go-got it yes-fuck I’ll talk to you later ‘m busy.” Harry quickled rambled out before slamming his hand down on the bed with the phone. His hand quickly tangled in her hair tugging her head back toughly. A line of spit connected from her bottom lip to the tip of his cock, breathing out heavily against the warm skin.

“You are jus’ not listenin’ today are you petal…” Harry clicked his tongue shaking his head as he looked down at her with dark eyes. “Know ‘m on an important call… still disobeyed..?” Y/N licked over her lips dropping her eyes down.

“I’m sorry daddy… just wanted something…” Y/N meekly whimpered out, his hand tugging at her roots to have her eyes move back to is.

“Well if you jus’ would ask… daddy wouldn’t be so rough with his baby now would he…” Y/N nodded biting over her lip pouting out as she looked at him.

“I tried saying something! You didn’t listen though!” Harry raised his eyebrows at her tone making her shrink back slightly.

“I said I’d be with you in a minute didn’ I..? You weren’t being patient…” Y/N huffed out moving her eyes away from his face.

“I know I know….. sorry daddy…” She mumbled out looking back at him, tilting his head to the side.

“‘M letting you off with a warning this time… next time it won’t be pretty do you understand?” Harry lowly mumbles leaning his head down slightly to make his point clear. Y/N nodded glancing over his face biting over her lip.

“Good girl…. now.. go ‘head…. finish what you started…” Harry leaned back against the headboard again watching her with raised eyebrows, his lips quirking up into a smirk once he saw her eyes light up again.

The second time Y/N acted like a brat, both of them were at a restaurant with a group of friends.

They were both sat together in a booth, Y/N was pressed against the wall, sitting on the inside of Harry’s side. His hand rested comfortably on her thigh as he talked to one of his friends about a story she’s heard a million times before. She hasn’t had much to drink this time coming out. She would’ve been nursing a couple margaritas by this time but something was once again taking her focus off of anything. Her eyes turned to watch Harry animatedly explain his story using his free hand to gesticulate every word. Her mind flashed back to that morning he tugged at her hair she could feel her scalp prick with pain. The way he just looked down at her with a harsh stare that would make her want to crawl into a hole and never come out, but at the same time just completely soak her panties. She liked the way he was asserting his position in their relationship.

She loved he way he just dominated her.

Her hand moved to rest over his, using her fingertips to trace over the rings that adorned his fingers. Harry turned his head to look st her adoringly, squeezing her thigh in response. Y/N smiles leaning over to press her lips over his ear, tightening her grip on his hand. “Daddy….”

Harry’s eyes widened slightly turning his head to look at her properly, blinking a few time to understand what she said. She looked at him sinking her teeth in her lower lip sliding his hand up her thigh slowly. “‘M soaking for you… want you to take me home right now.”

Harry shook his head grabbing his glass of water raising his eyebrows over the rim of the glass. “Stop it…..”

Y/N pouted before pressing his fingertips over that spot over her underwear, specifically wearing a skirt of this occasion. Harry swallowed thicker looking down at her lap where his fingers were now pressing against her warm heat. He sucked the air through his teeth glancing at her through his eyelashes.

“You are so in fo’ it when we get home I swear…” Y/N looked at him with excited eyes trying to hide the way her thigh clenched even more hearing the way he spoke. Harry pulled his hand back before looking back at the table and explaining their sudden plans to leave. “Missus has a bit of a stomach flu happening, gonna take care of her now” he murmured helping Y/N get out of the booth alongside him. Both saying farewell to their friends, some of them wishing Y/N a full recovery as they headed out back to his car. The way Harry had his fingers tightly locked with her own, was making Y/N anticipate what was waiting at home.

The minute Y/N stepped into the door, Harry had her shoved against the nearest wall. She let out a gasp of shock pressing her hands against the wall to turn around. Harry came around quickly to press his body up against hers, wrapping his fingers around her waist.

“You jus’ don’t know when to behave do you…” Harry whispers hotly against the crook of her neck, baring his teeth against her skin, letting her head fall back on his shoulder. Y/N’s eyes shut feeling his mouth work on her neck, licking over her dry lips trying to move her wrists away from his grip. Harry squeezes over them pressing pressing his mouth against her ear.

“If you move those hands an inch… I won’t let you cum once tonight… understood…?” Y/N swallowed thickly nodding quickly before being turned around looking up at him. Harry moves her hands to rest on the wall by her hips before sinking down on his knees. He leaned forwards nipping up the skin of her inner thigh, holding the back of her knees as he looked up at her. Y/N’s hands were clenched into fists twisting slightly every time he sunk his teeth into the supple skin of her thigh. Harry moved his head under her skirt, it being flowy enough for his head to disappear completely under the fabric. His tongue pressed flat against her clit letting it nudge around over her underwear. Y/N dropped her head back whining slightly as her hands itched to just slip into his hair. Harry pulled back finally and slipped off both her skirt and panties, pressing kisses all over the apex of her thighs. He could see in the corner of his eyes, her fingers flexing and un-flexing each time his mouth would brush against her clit. He couldn’t help but let a smirk spread across his lips, knowing that whatever he was doing, she was trying her absolute hardest to stay still.

Harry licked over his lips before wrapping them snugly around her clit, letting the tip of his tongue roll the bundle around in his mouth. Y/N jaw dropped open looking down at him feeling her knees buckle. Harry quickly grabbed her thigh before throwing one of them over her shoulder, giving him more access to lick into her. His tongue moved back to lap up everything that had come out, letting out a growl against her clit when lifted her hips up into his mouth.

“Taste so fucking sweet… could spend the rest o’ my life here…” Harry mumbled against her inner thighs nipping roughly at thr tender skin making her cry out, slamming her hands down onto the wall.

“Oh my… fuck me… right there H.. oh my god…” Y/N squeaked out whining as he pulled back with raised eyebrow. “What did you just call me?”

Y/N quickly shook her head desperately moving her hands to her thighs to clutch into something. “Nothing daddy please.. please please please just come back… please!” Y/N begged, before nearly crying in relief when he returned his mouth back onto her swollen clit, letting his jaw work feverishly to pull her to her high. She looked down at him with her jaw dropped feeling her tummy coils, digging her nails into the skin of her thigh. She was so close. So so so close.

And then he pulled away.

Harry stood up to his feet as she looked up at him blinking through some tears, feeling her high escape her slowly. “Why did you do that! I was so close.” She cried out sniffling slightly. Harry shook his head turning her around pressing her chest back against the wall.

“You think this was gon’ be easy…?” Harry tutted shaking his head as he grabbed her hips and pressed his aching bulge against the swell of her bum. She purposely pushes back against him, resting her fists against the wall beside her head whining.

“I’m sorry daddy… I’ll never do it again I promise.. just.. j-just let me cum… please…” Y/N whimpered hearing the ruffling of his clothes coming of. She glanced over her shoulder before he pressed his lips lightly across her cheek.

Oh baby… baby baby baby… relax… ‘m comin’ ‘m comin….” Harry coos out against her cheek, holding her hips, letting his thumb rub across her heated skin. She shut her eyes slightly relaxing into his movements. Her eyes quickly shot open letting out a choked cry once he got in one smooth thrust. Harry growled against her shoulder grinding his hips down immediately.

“‘M going to fucking ruin you…” His hips moved to a rhythmical pace, her forehead pressed against the wall, letting out choked whined and moans every time he reached that spot. Harry’s forehead pressed against the back of her neck slamming his hind into her perky bum, making him want to cum on the spot.

“You feel me… right.. here.” He emphasized when he lightly squirmed his hips to nudge that spot, pressing his hand against her tummy. Y/N gasped dropping her hand to rest over his before nodding desperately.

“I-it feels… so good fuck…” Y/N cried feeling his free hand move to wrap his hand around her throat.

“Are you ever going to act like a brat like that ever again..?” Harry asks pressing his nose against her temple squeezing down on her throat ever so slightly. Y/N gasps out shaking her head, the pressure on her throat intensifying the bubbling in her tummy.

“Are you ever going to disobey daddy every again..?” Harry takes her lobe in between his teeth pressing his hips flush against hers, just staying there. Y/N shook her head once again trying to move her hips against his, but it was no use.

“N-no I’ll never disobey you ever again daddy.. never never never I-I promise just.. let me cum please, ‘m so close..” Y/N chokes out a sob dropping her head down. Harry looked at her moving his hand down from her throat and rubbing quick circles over her clit, keeping his hips still against hers.

“Wan’ you cummin’ jus’ like this….” Harry murmurs nudging his nose against her cheek maid her head turn to lock eyes with his. His other hand moves to slip in between her fingers, tightly intertwining their hands as he worked his fingers against her. Y/N pressed her cheek against the wall looking at him through hooded eyes trembling slightly under him. Harry tilts his head to press his mouth against hers, letting his tongue lick into every inch of her mouth as she chased her release. Y/N dropped her jaw against her mouth letting out a string of whines and his name as she finally came. The clenching around his cock making him cum just behind her, letting out a low groan, burying his face in her neck utterly exhausted.

Y/N turned her head to press her lips over his forehead smiling sleepily rubbing over his knuckles.

Baby…. baby come on….” Y/N cooed out softly to Harry who just let out a tired moan against her neck, lifting it up lazily. His sweaty fringe draped over her forehead, eyes tired but gleaming with excitement, lips puffy with his constant gnawing. Y/N wishes she could engrave this picture in her head for the rest of her life.

If this is what being a brat brought, then she won’t hesitate next time to push his buttons.

bts scenario: they make you feel beautiful

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jin: fingers trailed over your body as jin whispered lowly into your ear, “you’re so beautiful.” his lips trail over your cheeks and down your neck as he left soft kisses in it’s wake. “jin, stop,” you whined as your face flushed from the attention. “no,” jin shook his head, “you’re beautiful and i want to make sure you know it.” you rolled your eyes but continued to let him press soft kisses into your skin. “i love you, jin.” “i love you too, baby.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

yoongi: yoongi’s strong hands pushed your thighs apart as he trailed kisses down your stomach. your stomach coiled in anticipation as he trailed further down. “so pretty,” yoongi praised as he blew air right over your most sensitive spot. “yoongi!” you said in surprise as you tried to close your legs, but yoongi was having none of it. “keep your legs open,” yoongi demanded, “i want to appreciate what’s mine. my beautiful baby.” 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

hoseok: hoseok’s fingers intertwined with yours as he pulled you close to his chest. “pumpkin?” he asked as he began to rake his fingers through your hair with his free hand. a few tears trailed down your cheeks as you dug your head into his neck, trying to stifle your sobs. “shh,” hoseok pressed a soft kiss to your hair, “it’s gonna be okay,” a shuddering sob left your body as you let him hold you, eventually the tears slowed, hoseok holding you the whole time. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

namjoon: strong hips pushed against yours as namjoon thrusts into you, firm hands keeping your hips in place. “n-namjoon,” you moaned as you tried to hide your face behind your hands from the embarrassment. “don’t hide,” namjoon growled as he thrust deeper, “not around me, you’re so beautiful.” lips met yours as he pulled you into a deep kiss, continuing to thrust. “so pretty,” lips attached to your neck as namjoon left a hickey, pleasure pushing you over the edge.

Originally posted by slapmon

jimin: jimin pulled you onto his lap as he turned on your favorite movie, the lights in the room dimmed. “talk to me, baby,” he said, “what’s going on.” after explaining all your worries and insecurities, jimin pulled you in for a kiss. “you’re so strong, baby,” he praised as he held your face in his hands, peppering your lips with kisses. “jiminnn,” you whined from the attention. “hush,” he chuckled, “let me give you all the love i can.” 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

taehyung: taehyung’s lips sucked harshly against the skin of your neck, sure to leave a hickey. “look how pretty you look,” taehyung whispered against your skin, “you look so good marked up.” your cheeks flushed at his words but you couldn’t hide the small pants coming from your lips. “you’re so gorgeous,” this time he sucked a hickey right above your collarbone, “you’re absolutely breathtaking.” taehyung continued to cover your body in hickeys. 

Originally posted by piedpiper405

jungkook: “jungkook stop!” you giggled as he began to kiss all over your face. “nope,” jungkook stated simply as he continued to leave kisses across your cheeks. when you tried to push him away, he merely intertwined your fingers and continued his ministrations. you huffed and jungkook pulled away with a smile on his face, “feel better?” you crossed your arms, “no.” jungkook smirked, “well then i better keep going!” “jungkook no!” 

Originally posted by dailyjeons

Used

His hand gripped her hip, a touch as hard as it was possessive. Everything about him was big: his hands, his broad chest, those lips too soft for the snarl he had them twisted into.

“I remember,” he said, dragging her closer, content to bathe in the sparks that rained from where their sabers clashed overhead. Two blue blades where there used to be one, two hilts that she held in a cross, keeping his furious blade from slicing down–and effectively pinning her hands out of the way. His free hand wandered, tugging harder, grasp strong enough to break a lesser girl.

Even Rey of Jakku would be bruised after this.

“Remember what?” she asked, panting out the words as she attempted to throw off this blade. Their stalemate barely budged.

“I remember how you used me, Rey of the Light. Used my name as a weapon, used my body as a bolster against death. I remember your touch.”

“It was nothing–”

“It was everything!” His shout blasted hot breath over her sweat-slicked skin and his eyes. So angry, his rage the largest thing about him.

He extinguished his saber, and her crossed blades arced away and down like a pulse of an angel’s wings. His hilt was still scorching hot when he pressed it flat between her shoulder blades, pressing her up into his body.

One hand at her hip, the other at her back, a weapon poised to kill her if he wanted, and her hands limp at her sides, twin blue blades trembling in her grip.

“Turn those off,” he murmured, his gaze fixed at her mouth. “Throw away your weapons and let me use you.”

She held still for a long moment, her mind warring with itself as it always did in Ben’s presence. She flicked off her sabers, but didn’t drop the hilts.

“No,” she said, her voice loud in the silence that their cooling weapons left behind.

“It’s only fair, Rey, to give me back what you took.”

She swallowed. “Maybe, but nothing about you, about us, is fair.”

His mouth relaxed, his face falling into that lost gaze he saved just for her. The soft expression she knew from their moments of impossible togetherness: separated by an entire galaxy and yet standing right in front of each other. He rarely looked at her like this, unguarded and wanting, when they actually shared the same space.

“Let me love you, then,” he said. Rey waited, knowing it would come, needing it more than she needed her next breath. She licked her lips and her eyes fluttered shut when he said, “Please.”

She heard the weapons hitting the floor of the temple, but only distantly. Her entire being was focused on the soft neediness his kiss pressed into her, his hand at her hip, using her body as a bolster.

Against what, Rey didn’t know, but she opened to his kiss and trusted her strange teacher to show her as he guided them both to the floor.

Library Vigilante

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Fluff, second hand embarrassment

Words: 2360

Prompt: Library AU ‘You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking u the fuck down’ 

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“I’m sorry, that book still hasn’t been returned to us yet.” The kind lady behind the desk spoke as she tapped away at her keys, “The gentlemen who has it is going to have a hefty fine when he decides to return it.” 

“He’s gonna have more than a hefty fine.” You mumbled, tapping your fingers off the desk. “How long overdue is it?” You asked, peering over the desk at the screen hoping to catch a glimpse of the name of this mysterious gentlemen. The librarian pulled her screen away abruptly making you huff in defeat. 

“I’m sorry Miss but that’s confidential information, you’ll have to wait until the book is returned or try another library.” She pulled her mouth into a tight line and began typing once again. You needed that book, it was the last one in the series and you were not prepared to pay a whole $25 on a book, not when there was a perfectly good one you could loan out for free. Slumping on the desk the librarian peered at you over her glasses, “Do you need anything else dear?” Yes I do I need that bloody book.

Pulling your head up you put on the best fake smile you could muster and glanced quickly at her name tag. “Susan,” You beamed, leaning ever slightly towards her “I just really need that book. You see, a poor art student like me doesn’t have a lot of money and libraries are where I can enjoy myself without having to pay and -”

“You should always donate some change to your local libraries dear, we have bills too you know.” Your smile dropped momentarily before you realised your face was betraying your annoyance. “Oh yes! I know that only too well Susan, see if you could just give me the details of the man who has the book I want, I could do you a favour and go and collect it.” Susan stared at you blankly, her fingers stilled over her keyboard. “I could be the libraries vigilante if you like.” You laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear nervously. “Like an avenger, only on a smaller scale.”

Susan began to shake her head as you clasped your hands together, “We don’t need -”

“No I know you don’t but see I need that book!” You snapped at her, you’d already tried the other libraries for it when you discovered last week that it was loaned out. Unfortunately for you so were all the other copies. You gave her your award winning puppy dog face before she switched the computer off and placed a sign on her desk saying ‘Out to lunch’. You frowned as you watched her collect her things and move to the room that was reserved for staff only. 

It was completely empty in there, it was your local library that you frequented quite often but never really saw anyone else there. You weren’t stupid, you knew that being the closest library to the local college there was always students drifting in trying to look inconspicuous as they made their way to the first floor history section. Wandering around the place you realised that the place was actually empty, Susan was out back for her 45 minute break and no doubt there were students canoodling upstairs but…You were alone.

Heart racing with sweaty palms, you ran around to the other side of the desk and switched the computer on. All you needed was a name and an address and then you could hightail it out of there like nothing had happened. 

“Okay, calm down, you’re not hacking S.H.I.E.L.D…” You mumbled as you were faced with a password entry system. Putting your head in your hands you glanced around the desk, there wasn’t much save for a photo of a man in a cap and gown and a bobble head of Thor. You snorted, flicking his head as you racked your brain for an idea. Pausing, you began to type.

Books. Password denied.

Avengers. Password denied.

One attempt left. You glanced at the nodding Thor and tried again, holding your breath you typed Thor.

Password accepted.

“Black widow eat your heart out!” You muttered before typing the name of the book into the database. “Susan, we all have our vices.” It had been loaned out for quite a while, the man who currently possessed it has had it for 7 weeks. Who takes 7 weeks to read a book?! You thought while pulling up his details.

Grabbing a pen from a pot you quickly scribbled down his name and address on a piece of paper before switching the computer off again and hightailing it out of there.

It was a warm day so you decided to walk seeing as it was only a couple of blocks away from the library, you were running through the scenario of how the situation was going to go in your head when you realised that it wasn’t quite as far as you had thought. It was a small set of fancy apartments that was just down the road from the avengers tower, you remember the media saying that Tony Stark had built them but no one figured out what for. 

You scanned the list of names next to buzzers until you found the one you were after, “Donald Blake you’re mine!” You whispered as you pushed the buzzer for the apartment above his. 

“Hello?” A voice crackled through the intercom.

“Hi! I’m Donald’s girlfriend and I thought I’d surprise him,” You chirped, “he think’s I’m in California!” This better work.

Oh how romantic! Do you want me to buzz you in?” The voice asked.

You let out a silent prayer to whatever God happened to be listening before replying in a sickly sweet voice, “Yes thank you that would be amazing!”

Moments later you heard the tell tale buzz of the door unlocking, you quickly rushed through the glass doors and into the lift, pushing the button for the 3rd floor. The end was in sight, you were so close to getting the book and if you were honest, the adrenaline from the whole thing was more fun now than actually getting the book. The doors opened as your stepped out and made your way to the only door, steeling yourself you took a deep breath in and knocked quickly.

Picking at the skin around your thumbs you stopped breathing when the door opened to reveal none other than Thor, God of thunder himself.

He looked bigger than you’d imagined. Not that you’d imagined him of course, but he seemed bigger than he did on TV. You swallowed quickly as your checked the name and address on the slip of paper.

You looked up at the confused God, “Hi, does uh, Donald Blake live here?” You asked quickly, glancing at the paper before showing the God the slip too.

His laughter was like a boom, deep and hearty his whole body shook as he stepped aside to let you in. He shut the door behind himself before he led you through to a sitting room.

“Loki!” He laughed, gesturing to a man reclining on a chaise in the window, book open in hand. He was handsome you’d give him that, not in the obvious way like Thor but handsome non the less for a guy who tried to take over New York.

Your eyes locked with his when you realised that Donald Blake probably wasn’t gonna be sharing an apartment with the two asgardian brothers. Loki’s eyes roamed over your form as you stood next to his brother, his gaze was calculating and judgemental but not as cold and icy as you’d thought it would be. There was more indifference really.

“Brother.” He replied eventually, his voice more silky than you’d expected it. His eye’s had gone back to his book once he’d examined you and Thor motioned for you to sit.

“No thank you,” You noticed the younger prince’s eyes snap over to watch the scene unfold. “I’ve actually come for Donald Blake.” Puffing your chest out you turned away from Thor’s amused smile to glare at the raven haired prince who was watching you with curiosity.

“I’m guessing Donald Blake is a fake name, I don’t care. All I know is that I didn’t hack into that stupid computer using your name,” You shoved a finger into Thor’s chest before pausing and smiling, “Susan loves you by the way, you’d make her day if you visited.” Turning back around to Loki you noticed he’d close his book and sat up, your nerves were getting the better of you now as he stood up to his full height.

He’s taller than I thought he’d be.

“Anyway, you’re overdue on a book I want so I’ve tracked you down so you can return it.” Placing your hands on your hips you nodded once, signalling that you were finished. 

Loki’s mouth fell agape slightly before looking off to the side confused. Your confidence and bravado that had spurred you on had left, the adrenaline in your veins was replaced with fire as you felt yourself getting more embarrassed with each beat of silence.

Thor had taken to sitting on the couch that Loki was leaning on, a large smile plastered onto his distractingly attractive face. “You hacked into the libraries system?” Loki clarified.

You nodded. “Found our name and address?”

Oh god.

Came here, let yourself in.”

Oh no.

Knocked on our door and now you’re demanding a book back so that you may read it?”

I sound like a freakin’ psycho.

Thor looked between me and his brother who at that moment in time, had his head cocked to the left and was studying you very intently.

“How did you get into the building?” Thor laughed, taking a swig of whatever was in the bright rainbow coloured mug. 

Oh god now I’m gonna sound insane, officially insane. You thought before clasping your hands behind your back, rocking on the balls of your feet. “There’s a very nice lady upstairs, and uh, I told her that I’d flew in from California to see my boyfriend, Donald.” Thor clasped Loki on the shoulder and stood up taking his rainbow mug and his chuckles with him down the corridor.

You panicked, how could the god of thunder leave you with the god who’d tried to take over your planet not even 5 years earlier? Movement caught your eye as you watched Loki move with every bit of elegance you’d expect from a prince over to a leaning pile of books in the corner. 

He didn’t seem as bad as every said really, watching him move books from the top to the bottom before moving the pile all together to sift through another you began to wonder.

“Which one’s your favourite?” You asked quietly, his hands pausing for a moment before carrying on with their task. You left it there, you’d already made yourself look like a lunatic and didn’t want to annoy the trickster god anymore by asking him mundane questions. 

He seemed to find what he was looking for and straightened up, walking over to where you were with three very purposeful strides. “Here,” He spoke softly, handing you the book you’d come for. You smiled and flicked through the pages out of habit. “It’s this series actually.”

Your smile dropped as you looked up to him, realising that he was answering your question after all. “I rather liked this series, of all the boring books earth has to offer these one’s are rather amusing I suppose.” 

“If you like these one’s then any of the books written by Neil Gaiman would probably suit you,” You let out a breathy laugh as you tucked the book into your rucksack. “His stories are about norse gods actually, and how they -” You stopped as you realised you were babbling again, with a wave of your hand you glanced at the door. “You don’t care, why would you? I should get out of your hair, thanks for the book.” You turned to leave as Thor entered the room again.

Waving at him over Loki’s shoulder you turned back to the raven haired god, “Maybe I’ll see you at the library sometime,” You smiled at him as you pulled the door open, “bring money, Susan says you’ve a hefty fine waiting for you!” You laughed nervously before closing the door behind you. 

Mind whirling from meeting two very handsome gods, you leaned against the wall as you waited for the elevator to arrive. “Book lady!” Your head whipped round to see Thor standing in the doorway to the apartment you’d just exited.

“Yeah?” You answered as you saw Loki glancing nervously between his brother and you, “What’s your name?” Thor boomed as the lift arrived with a ding.

You grinned, “Y/N.” Stepping into the lift you tried to ignore the quiet bickering that was going on between the two brothers. You pressed the button for the ground floor but it wasn’t moving, and the doors wouldn’t close either. Watching as Thor grinned at his brother while talking quietly you began to stroll back over to the pair.

“Not to sound imposing, but the elevator’s broke.” Loki glared hard at Thor once more before watching his brother walk away. 

Loki’s mouth opened and then closed again, looking off the the side you followed his gaze but found nothing of interest.

“You ok Loki?” His head snapped back with wide eyes.

He cleared his throat and nodded, “Would you like to get coffee?” He asked quickly, glancing behind him at Thor who was grinning like a mad man.

Once again you felt yourself warm up as you nodded a bit too quickly, “I think I’d really like that.” Loki’s face relaxed as he grabbed a jacket from the coat stand and pulled the door shut. “You take every girl who tracks you down for books out for coffee?” You teased, taking the stairs with him.

He smirked as he held the glass entry door for you, “Only the ones called Y/N.”

Owe Me

Originally posted by hologramarcadeblaze

Prompt: “You hit me in the face, I think you owe me at least a study date.”

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: some sexual content (but obviously nothing far, i don’t write smut)

A/N: I know I don’t write for Stranger Things but LISTEN okay? I needed to write for this trash boy because despite being an actual douche I love him (character development tho) and it’s my blog, so imma write for him. And maybe if this gets enough love i’ll add Stranger Things to my fandom list once requests are back open! :)


“There’s no way you’re gonna be able to hit it.”

“Really?” You smirked, watching as your long time friend shook her head. Staring at the far distance in front of you, you narrowed your eyes in thought. You’re no athlete but you’re pretty sure, given enough force, you could hit your target. Which just so happened to be the trash can a whiles away from you. “Because I think i’m gonna.”

“I highly doubt you’re gonna hit it, Y/N.” Your friend, Jenna, stressed. “Remember that one time in gym you completely missed passing the ball to me, and- I was right in front of you!” 

“That was one time!” You pouted, gripping the football in your hands with a tight grip. You’re sure you could hit it. You were determined to hit it. “Let’s make a bet, huh? If I hit it, you owe me dinner tonight and if I don’t, i’ll pay.”

Jenna paused, biting her lip in thought; you knew she’d take the bet. She loved food (just as you did) and there was no way she was gonna pass up an opportunity for free food, especially since she was so convinced you’d miss it. “Deal.” She nodded and a cocky grin spread over your lips. Looking away from your friend, you pushed your left leg back slightly, bending down and raising your hand with prestige focus. 

Jenna let out a loud chuckle from behind you, you were taking this way too seriously.

Your tongue jutted out slightly in thought, staring at your intended target as you mentally counted down from three. Once you hit one, you reeled your arm and shot it forward, the football slipping from your fingers and flying before you. It was like time slowed down, that’s how serious this bet was to you. But with a disappointed gaze you watched the ball curve in the other direction you wanted it to go.

“Hah!” 

Just as you were ready to accept your defeat, something else caught your attention. There, right where your ball was headed, was Steve Harrington. “Oh fuck.” And just as you finished cursing, you watched the football smack against the boys head, the offended object tilting to the left from impact as his friend, Tommy, jumped away in shock. 

“Oh my god.”

“Fuck.” You repeated, running back towards Jenna. “Fuck, i’m so screwed.”

Jenna grasped your hand in surprise; “did you just hit Steve Harrington in the head with a football?”

Steve stood up from his seat on the bleachers, grasping his head in pain and your sure you heard him yelling out a slue of curses. His eyes darted around, finding the football and picking up the now dangerous weapon. You watched Steve’s eyes fall on you, and you suddenly felt stuck as you met his eyes across the field.

“You just hit Steve Harrington with a football.” Jenna clarified, watching the entire thing go down.

Steve suddenly smirked and you panicked, taking a step back. “Go!” You called, pulling Jenna along with you as you turned the other way and ran off in a hurry. Though, while you were more than concerned, Jenna found this highly amusing.

“She says sorry!” Jenna called, waving at Steve.

“Shut the hell up, Jenna!”

“Sorry,” she laughed, finally catching up with your speed. “But hey, at least you’re buying dinner.”


With a sigh, you clicked open your locker. It had been an increasingly long and exhausting day; especially since you spent the entire day trying to avoid Steve. It was only the next day, and you knew Steve, he’s not one to forget something like hitting him in the head with a goddamn football. 

It wasn’t like you were scared of him, on the contrary you’re almost positive you could whoop his ass if needed. It was more that you didn’t know what he was going to do, would he be mad? Would he and his friends try to pull something? You weren’t sure, Steve Harrington was a complete mystery to you and the only time you’ve ever spoken to him was that one time for a school project, two years ago.

But it was the end of the day, meaning you could go home and not worry about it until tom-

“Y/N-”

Your locker slammed shut before your eyes, you jumping back from surprise. Looking over to see who had just rudely shut your locker, you found just the person you’ve been trying to avoid all day. “Steve.”

“It’s nice to see you.” He smirked, setting himself against the locker next to yours and crossing his arms across his chest. Holding your hand against your chest, you tried to calm yourself down from the scare he’d given you, clutching with your other hand the strap of your bag. “You seem to be in a hurry.”

You decided to just get it over with, he was here and there’s no way you can avoid what’d happened anymore. “Look,” you sighed. “Steve i’m sorry I hit you, Jenna and I were just having some fun. I didn’t mean to make you mad or-”

“You think i’m mad?” Steve asked, his smirk faltering slightly.

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head in confusion. “Yeah? I mean why else would you…?”

“I don’t care about that.” Steve waved off, standing up straight and shoving his hands into his pockets. “I came here to ask you if you’d like to go on a date sometime.”

You fumbled for a response, his words the opposite of what you’d ever expect. You were not Steve’s type, or at least you hadn’t thought you were. You weren’t pretty like Nancy or sassy like Carol; you didn’t have spunk like half of the girls Steve hung out with or dress up. Instead you’d rather wear skinny jeans and a t-shirt, stick to your books and be on with your day.

So after sputtering like an idiot, you came out with a; “what?”

“A date. You and me.” Steve gestured to himself then you, and left his hand there.

“A date?” You repeated in a questioning tone. “With me?”

“That is what I said.”

“Are you serious? Why would you want to go on a date with me?” You paused, looking up to glare at him. “Why would I want to go on a date with you?” Steve didn’t seem to have a response to that and just as your confusion faded away, you sighed, shaking your head. “I’ve heard of your reputation Steve, i’m not willing to be fling or even- do any of that. I’m sorry, but no.”

You moved to walk away, desperate to find Jenna and tell her all about this crazy experience but instead a hand caught yours. Then you were being tugged the other way, towards Steve and your back was pressed against the locker. You froze, staring up at the boy that suddenly seemed a whole lot taller then he did a second ago. You were so glad it was the end of the day, as everyone was mainly go and not able to watch what was happening.

“A study date then.” Steve smirked, staring down at you with a piercing gaze. You felt your breath get caught in your throat, the close proximity pulling you away from rational thinking. “You hit me in the face, I think you owe me at least a study date.”

Pause. “O-Okay.”

“Great.” Steve smiled, pushing off the locker and finally creating some distance between the two of you. As he stood before you, you felt like you were finally able to breathe. Then he stepped forward, slipping a piece of paper into your palm. “Meet me there tomorrow after school.”

The second he was gone, you let out a heavy breath. Why the hell had you said yes?


The next day you found yourself walking the path to Steve’s house. He lived farther away then you’d known and seemed to be a singular house hidden away from many others, making you regret your decision even further.

You hadn’t originally planned to go but Jenna had convinced you, somehow. “When do girls like us ever get asked out by Steve Harrington?!”

“What does it even matter?” You had muttered, “we don’t need guys like Steve.”

“True,” Jenna had complied before a huge grin spread over her lips. “But do it for me?”

“Fine.”

And that’s how you found yourself now. Taking a deep breath, you stared up at the gate before you, your heart pounding rapidly against your chest. You didn’t even know what you were thinking, you should just turn back. Yeah? That would be best. You didn’t know who you were trying to impress or even why you were so nervous, you’d never been like this before; so nervous over a stupid boy. But… this was Steve and you, that just didn’t even make sense

Just as you moved to walk away the gate creaked open; “Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, and reluctantly you turned to face him. “Glad you could make it.”

“You invited me.” You grumbled, walking through the gate as he opened it for you. Your eyes immediately fell on the pool that seemed to glitter before your eyes; “you have a pool?!”

Steve made his way next to you, his hands falling on top of his hips. “Yeah.” He smiled, huffing in enjoyment. You coughed lightly, shaking your head; this was stupid. Stop being so nervous. Turning to Steve, you raised an eyebrow expectantly, “so what did you need help studying for?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“What?”

“What do you mean what? What else was I suppose to say to you to convince you to go out with me?” Steve huffed, furrowing his brows as if you were the crazy one. You sighed heavily, glancing at the closed gate and towards the house; no lights were on.

“Where are your parents?”

“Out.”

You felt your heart drop, everything was too suspicious. There was no way Steve had just invited you to hang out. He’d lied and his parents weren’t home, not to mention he lived at least a few decent miles away for anyone to care. You’d been played. “I’m going.” You suddenly announced, turning towards to gate in a rush.

“Woah, wait, what?” Steve appeared before you before you even reached the gate, holding his hands by his side in surprise. He genuinely looked shocked and concerned, but you were worried it was only for play. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Seriously, Steve?” You spat, shaking your head as your eyes crinkled. “You lied to me, your parents aren’t home and we are fucking miles away from anyone that could hear us. Don’t think i don’t know what you want from me.” You paused, taking the short steps towards him to place your pointer finger on the middle of his chest. “I am not that kind of girl, I’m not a fling or a one night stand, Harrington. Hell, I didn’t even want to go here in the first time!”

Steve reached forward, grasping both your wrists to bring you out of your ramble. “I’m not trying to get in your pants.” You rolled your eyes and he shook his head. “No seriously, Y/N it wasn’t just because you hit me in the head. I’ve- I’ve liked you for a while now, the smack to the face just prompt me.”

You paused, unsure if you believed him or not. You wanted to, you wouldn’t lie and say the idea of being with Steve wasn’t appealing but… you knew of his reputation. “And why should I believe you?”

“Just stay, please. I’ll believe you.” 

And reluctantly, you nodded.

And hour later you found yourself laughing loudly and sat against one of Steve’s beach chairs. You clutched your stomach in pain as your eyes began to tear with enjoyment as Steve reenacted when he’d been smacked by the ball.

“How’d you even do that?” Steve asked, his own chuckle dying down. “You got a pretty nasty throw for someone so small.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking; “oh really?” You teased, “want me to show you how to throw like a girl?”

Steve laughed, shaking his head. “Go for it.”

Smiling, you accepted his dare and stood up, shaking your arms out for extra effect. Walking away from your chair and closer to the pool, you shook your body, as if you were preparing yourself for a real throw. “Watch and learn, Harrington.” And slowly, you raised your hand and cupped it as if you had a ball in between your palm and fingers. “Basically, you gotta cup the ball with a firm grip and hold a steady stance.”

“Mmm-hmm.” 

You bit your lip to keep yourself from bursting out in another fit of giggles, both you and Steve aware that you were completely talking out of your ass. “Then reel back,” you demonstrated the movement. “And swing forward.” You let out a puff of air, standing up straight with a proud smirk. “And you’re done.”

Steve stood up, extinguishing his cigarette (he’d offered you one but you kindly refused) and made his way over to you. “Nuh-uh.” He smiled, shaking his head as he reached you.

You crossed your arms, “oh really? Cause i’m pretty sure i’m right.”

“Your stance is all wrong.” Steve critiqued and suddenly he was behind you, grasping your elbow slightly and pushing it up. Your breath got caught in your throat, your entire being aware of how close Steve was behind you. Yet, no part of you stopped him and instead let him move your limbs as he please. “Then kick this foot back slightly and bend your knees ever so slightly.” You followed his directions, holding your head high as his hand slid up your raised hand to grasp your hand. Slowly he intertwined your fingers and you could feel his warm breath on the back of your neck.

“Then you throw.” He mumbled lowly.

You bit you lip, “Steve?”

“No. No talking.” He shushed; “we’re at the end of the demonstration.” Then before you knew it, his hand left yours and both arms wrapped around your waist to haul you up and throw the two of you in the pool. You let out a loud yelp, surfacing under the water and Steve let go of you.

When you were able to breathe again, you let out a loud gasp, brushing your hair from your eyes and turning to a very pleased looking Steve. “You jerk,” you laughed, shooting your hand forward to splash the boy. He chuckled himself, swimming over to you as you began wiping the water from your eyes.

Slowly and smoothly he wrapped his arms around your waist again, lifting up your shirt slightly so his hands made contact with the bare skin of your stomach. Pulling you against him, Steve smiled down at you. “I’m sorry, but it was needed.”

“Oh, was it now?” You smirked, shaking your head. It was then you noticed how close the boys lips were to yours and it seemed to be the only thing you could focus on. Steve of course noticed and wasting no time for you to change your mind, he leaned down to press his wet lips against your own. You didn’t fight the kiss, and instead instantly returned it, your arms wounding around his neck.

When you pulled back, out of breath, you stared up at the boy with a nervous gaze. “You mean this, not just some one night stand?” Steve nodded, staring down at you with sincere eyes. “Promise?”

“Promise.”


… this was a lot longer than intended.

nothing holding me back // sweet pea imagine 🥀🐍

request: Hi! Could you do a sweet pea imagine where the reader is a north sider and she tells pea that Reggie won’t stop flirting with her and the night of the fight (serpents vs bulldogs) he confronts Reggie about it?

I hope this is what you had in mind…sorta. There wasn’t really any confronting and talking, but I’m sure that’s how Sweet Pea handles things usually lol. 

A/N: I literally did not have any idea for the title, so please bear with me. Also, I know Ronnie stayed at home first, but I changed it up a little. Also, I LOVE REGGIE. I’m not painting him as the bad person here, just the cocky little shit he is. 

Title: nothing holding me back

Summary: You tell Sweet Pea some jock has been hitting on you and he seemingly takes it well. 

“Pea, I beg you not to freak out.“

You could feel the rage and jealousy radiating off of him as his eyes went dark, and his mouth turned into a straight line as he looked ahead of him, staring at his chocolate milkshake. You put your small hands on his lap in hope it would soothe the raven-haired boy sitting next to you.
He craned his neck towards you, his eyes hard.

“So you’re telling me that some stupid Northside boy has been flirting with you non stop and you didn’t tell me until now?!“ he spat, venom lacing his every word, his eyes looking at you accusingly. You let out a frustrated sigh, not liking the way he was pinning everything on you like you actually enjoyed the attention of the Bulldog.

“Reggie is just… stupid. He is messing around – he doesn’t actually like me. Flirting is his form of communication, really.“ You removed your hand from his lap and gripped your strawberry milkshake, sucking at the straw forcefully and awaiting his reaction. 

He sneered and from the corner of your eye, you could see his fists were balled on the table. You rolled your eyes. He had always been dramatic. He was ill-tempered and infuriated, not knowing how he should handle the feeling of another boy setting sights on his girl, on you, as if you could not protect yourself from the wrath of horny, teenage boys.
“So, you’re saying I should just accept some jock flirting with my girl while I’m not there?“ he seethed, looking you in the eyes. You rose your eyebrow as you crossed your legs and arms.

“I’m saying“, you emphasized, „that there is no need for you to worry. I have my eyes set on you, snake. I just wanted to tell you because I felt bad if I didn’t. Also, I have Reggie under control. Like you said, he’s just some jock. He might be handsome“, he narrowed his eyes at you, his jaw tightened, “but I prefer leather jackets.“ You smirked slightly as you scooted closer to him and leaned against his broad shoulder which seemed to relax instantly at your gentle touch. He wrapped his left arm around you, hugging you close as if he was scared you’d vanish. You smiled at this moment of bliss the two of you shared at Pop’s, blending out the voices and the noise around you. 

“Baby, I gotta go somewhere. I’ll be at your house at 11?“ You sighed in defeat, not wanting to let him go and not wanting to know what mess he would get himself into now. You scooted out of the booth, holding his hand as he loomed over your small frame. A boyish smirk crossed over his features as he said, “Don’t worry about me, baby. Get that frown out of your face.” He put one hand on the left side of your face and the other small of your back, holding you. He brushed one lock of your brown hair out of your face that had been annoying you all evening. He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, sending shivers down your spine before he found his way to your mouth, strawberry and chocolate mixing, becoming one. You pulled away breathlessly and scanned his face.
“Come back to me in one piece, got it?”


-


As soon as you had gotten home, you ran yourself a bath and lit up some scented candles. You stripped your clothes off and stepped into the bath. The hot water relaxed your muscles instantly and you could let go of all the worries that had been plaguing your mind all day.
You took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of apples lingering in the air until you dove down.
The ringing of your phone cut through the air. You let out an annoyed huff and grabbed your phone. Ronnie was written over the screen. Confused, you accepted the call, wondering why she was calling this late. 

„Whaddup, girl?“
„Your serpent boyfriend turned up. Serpents vs. Bulldogs. I’ll text you the directions, I know where they went. Archie wanted me to stay home but apparently, he doesn’t know me very well. Come now!“ The Lodge girl hung up, leaving you in a state of anxiety as you quickly got out of the bath and blew out the candles. 

You bolted into your room, putting on some fresh clothes as you grabbed the coat sprawled across your bed, checking if your car keys were still in the pockets. You took one glance in the mirror, putting your wet hair into a ponytail as you rushed out of your house, hoping not to wake your parents.
The fresh, cold air hit you as you marched towards your black car, small raindrops hitting you. You looked up at the cloudy night sky, hoping it wasn’t going to pour later.
You quickly turned on the engine and took off, the loud screech of tires cutting through the sleeping neighborhood.
You kept cursing at Sweet Pea at Archie and it suddenly dawned on you that Reggie was most likely going to be there too. You shut your eyes, trying to calm your nerves, hoping hell wasn’t breaking loose. You gripped the steering wheel tighter, hoping it would somehow make your car go faster. As you drove, the rain started to get heavier.

From afar, you started spotting cars and an array of motorcycles parked. You swerved to the side and quickly cut the engine off. The fight hadn’t started just yet. No words were being exchanged, just angry, despiteful glances.
The tension that had been built between the Serpents and the Bulldogs could be cut with a knife. You spotted Veronica, marching towards her.
What the fuck is going on here, Ronnie?” you screeched, darting your eyes to the crowd as you finally spotted your boyfriend amongst them. He didn’t seem to have noticed you, no one had as they were too preoccupied glaring each other to death.
“As I’ve told you over the phone, your boyfriend came to Archie’s house. Basically, all these boys must prove who’s the strongest. It’s foolish, but he wasn’t going to leave. So, I made one rule: no weapons,” she explained, her tone somewhat accusingly. 

Besides Jughead and Cheryl, Veronica had been the first one to know about your relationship with the tall, brooding serpent. Obviously, she hadn’t been exhilarated, constantly reminding you he was a gang member after all as if you didn’t know already.
But she was your best friend and she had to accept your decision, even if this meant lying to her boyfriend and the rest of your friends for now.
“So we’re just going to let them fight? That seems like a stupid idea to me, Ronnie. No offense.”

“None taken. Maybe you should keep your snake on a leash”, she remarked snidely, her deep brown eyes challenging you as she crossed her arms over her chest. You scoffed and shook your head, saying, “I’m not here to discuss my relationship with you, Ronnie.” You stalked towards the boys, the heavy rain pouring on you. Sweet Pea looked up, squinting his eyes at you until recognition dawned on his face. You stood in between the two groups, your hands resting on both sides of your hips.
“What are you doing here, babe?” he asked, jaw still tight and trying to keep his voice void of any emotion, not wanting to show any weakness in front of the others. You gritted your teeth, opening your mouth to say something, but were cut off by Archie and Reggie.

Babe?!” they exclaimed incredulously, Archie’s voice laced with anger and disappointment, while Reggie seemed more than amused. You turned around to look at the boys, shaking your head at Reggie as a troubling smirk crossed his face. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a step towards you.
“So this is why we haven’t made out yet, really?” Your eyes widened at his remark, wanting nothing more than to slap the grin out of his face. You heard a low growl behind you, craning your neck you saw the look of anger passing on Sweet Pea’s face. You turned to reach out to him, but he pushed past you.
“So you’re the infamous Reggie that can’t keep his hands off my girl?” he seethed through gritted teeth, looking the Bulldog up and down. 

You swallowed, fiddling with the ring on your finger. You took another step forward, putting a hand on Sweet Pea’s shoulder, hoping he would simmer down. Archie looked at the two of them, realizing the situation might even get messier than it already was. He looked over at Reggie, telling him to shut up.
“Oh, so she talks about me a lot? Probably thinks about me too at night then, huh?
It happened fast. Within a few seconds, Sweet Pea had punched Reggie square across the jaw, signaling the fight had officially begun.
You heard Veronica calling your name distinctly and you ran to her into the safe zone, not knowing what to do. You closed your eyes, trying to fade out the sickening sounds of fists hitting jaws, legs kicking stomachs and people groaning in pain. You could hear Sweet Pea screaming threats at Reggie, not being able to make out what they were as you a gunshot rang through the silent air of the rainy night. 

You winced at the loud noise and turned to see Veronica her holding a gun high up in the air, stopping the war immediately. You gave her a thankful look, nodding at her and making your way towards your car. You sat in the driver’s seat, punching the steering wheel furiously, several curse words escaping your mouths. Your hands went to your hair and gripped it tightly. This is exactly what you had signed up for, entering this star-crossed relationship. Sweet Pea had warned you about how violent things could get, wanting you to understand what you would get yourself into. He was also quick to make sure you knew he wasn’t going to leave the Serpents because of you.  
You started the engine and drove off into the night.


-


You knew it was only a matter of time until Sweet Pea would be climbing through your window. You had already rummaged through your messy bathroom cabinet, having found a disinfectant, some plasters, and band-aids, ready to nurse him. A pack of ice was sitting on your night-stand, waiting to be used. You had been pacing around your room for a good twenty minutes now, checking your phone constantly and calling Sweet Pea, only for him not to pick up. 

You could hear a loud engine roar and a harsh clash of gears until the sound faded into silence. As Sweet Pea made his way through your window and stood in front of you, your eyes quickly went to scan his face and spotted the bruise that adorned his left eye. You sighed in relief, happy it was just a bruise. His face was void of any expression, probably waiting for you to scold him, scream at him and tell him how stupid the fight had been. Right now, however, you were tired and couldn’t find the nerve to put up a fight now. You just were happy he was here, with you. 

You wrapped your hands around his waist, burying your head into his chest, inhaling the smell of his cologne and the distinct smell of rain. He embraced you.
“I know this is what you do”, you mumbled lowly, “doesn’t mean I like it.” A low chuckle erupted from his chest, causing you to roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. You looked up at him.
“I know you don’t. But that’s me. That’s the cost of being with a serpent, princess.”
“I know. It’s just… complicated. Archie’s been my friend since I was in diapers. And you hate each other. It’s just… hard. It sucks so much. Everything sucks.” He let out a scoff as you mentioned the Andrews boy, not liking that you two were close and saw each other every day.
You slowly removed your arms from his frame, motioning for him to sit on your bed. You went over to your nightstand and grabbed the pack of ice, accidentally knocking over the picture of you and Cheryl the both of you had taken after cheer-practice a few months ago.

Sweet Pea gave you half smile. “We literally could not be any more different,“ he said, motioning to the picture of you and the red-haired beauty,“ but that, baby, keeps things exciting.” You threw the ice pack at him and he caught it with ease. He put it on his eye and winced at the pain. 

“You’ll have to meet Cheryl anyways. She’s been insisting on it. And she’s slowly starting to scare me.” The fiery redhead had always been your most persistent friend. After all, she was Cheryl Blossom and got what she wanted when she wanted it. She wasn’t thrilled, just like Veronica. She had mocked you, telling you he probably wasn’t good enough for her favorite River vixen anyways. She had even dismissed you with a wave when you told her that you thought you loved him. 

You knew it was Cheryl’s twisted way of protecting you from getting hurt. That day in the locker room, you had told Cheryl to back off, resulting in her smiling at you with her bright, red lips and saying she loved the recently found fire in you and wanting to meet the “Southside Romeo” that stole your heart. Her words, not yours. 

He sneered at you, “I think I’ve had enough of your Northsider friends for today, babe. Though, I have to admit it was amazing to beat up that jock.”
“Reggie is… Reggie. He had it coming, even though I don’t appreciate you handling this in a violent way. You could just.. talk next time,” you explained, sitting on your bed and grabbing one of your floral patterned pillows. He just rose his eyebrow at your request, slowly shaking his head and shrugging.
“I think I got my point across, sweetheart.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him, hurling the cushion at him. 

You crawled over to him, seating yourself on his sprawled out legs, removing the ice pack from his hand. He leaned back against your headboard, finding a comfortable position. You gazed into his deep eyes, leaning forward and tangling your small hands in his tousled, black hair. His hands cupped your face, holding you in place as his fingertips gently rubbed over your delicate skin, longing to touch you. He let out a content sigh, letting his eyes wander over your face to your body, treasuring the moment with you. Sweet Pea had never told you he loved you, but the way he treasured every moment with you, caressing you, and kissing you like your lives depended on it, he didn’t have to. 

“Kiss me,” you said softly, starting to lean in. And he did, without hesitation. His soft lips covered yours, devouring your mouth, a flock of butterflies erupting in your stomach. His kisses were like no others you had experienced before. Now, that you had tasted him, you didn’t know if you could ever stop yearning for him.
His hands were discovering your body, getting lost in it. You arched your back, enjoying the closeness between your bodies. His lips brushed against your collarbone, leaving you breathless as he slowly started tracing kisses up your neck.

“Toxic” by Britney Spears rang through the air. You let out a defeated sigh as you moved over to your nightstand to pick up your phone. Sweet Pea rolled his eyes as he saw the contact name popping up on the bright screen. You picked it up, bracing yourself for the worst.
“You. Me. That toy boy of yours. Tomorrow. Sweet dreams, little dove.”

Halloween Costume?

Bucky x reader
WC
3500 (I’m sorry)
Warnings swearing, Halloween costumes, talk of masturbation, revealing clothes/school girl outfit, SMUT 18+ only, oral sex (M receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex
Summary You need a last minute Halloween costume and Natasha and Wanda convince you to try on an old outfit which catches Bucky’s attention.
AN This is written for @themanwithovtfear ‘s challenge. My prompts were Are you naked under that thing? and “You’re a real pain in the ass.”

It was a few days before Halloween and you were stuck without a costume. You had planned on going shopping for one but you just ran out of time so you were left rummaging through the clothes you had to try to make do.

Natasha and Wanda were supposed to be helping you but really, they were just pulling out random clothes and having you try stuff on.

You had narrowed it down to a black shirt and tights and you would make yourself some cat ears, or a blue dress that you could use to be either Belle from Beauty and the Beast or Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

“I’m going to the kitchen to see if there’s a white apron I can use,” you announced even though neither of them was listening to you.

When you got to the kitchen, Bucky was sitting there with a cup of tea and a book. You didn’t want to disturb him so you tried to cause as little as a distraction as possible rummaging through the drawers.

His voice was quiet and he startled you, “What are you looking for?”

“Um, just a white apron. I need it for my Halloween costume.”

“You’re looking in the wrong spot.” He got up and walked to the pantry, where he pulled out a drawer filled with different aprons.

You furrowed your brows, “Why wouldn’t the aprons be with the rest of the kitchen linens?” you muttered, putting back table cloths and dish towels.

“What colour do you need?”

“White, solid white if possible.”

Bucky returned to the table with three different white aprons.

“Thank you,” you held up each apron, putting it behind your neck and around your waist until you found the best one. You folded it up and placed it on the table, heading over to the fridge to grab some drinks for yourself and the girls.

Before you left the kitchen, you turned to Bucky, “Sorry for interrupting you.”

When you got back to your room, you put the drinks on your desk.

Natasha tossed something at you, “Put that on.”

Looking at what she threw your way, you laughed and shook your head, “Absolutely not. That’s not an option for a costume.”

“Where is that even from?” Wanda asked, looking for a top you could wear with it.

“I’m not putting it on! It’s my old high school uniform.”

Natasha sat on your bed, legs crossed, “Why do you still have it then?”

You shrugged, “Honestly? Every once in awhile I try it on to see if it still fits. Last time I tried it on, it was snug.”

“Try it on, Y/N. You don’t have to wear it as a costume, but we wanna see you in it. I’m sure you look adorable.”

“Fine,” you huffed, undoing your pants. You quickly pulled up the kilt and fastened the buttons when Natasha threw something at your head.

“What the hell?!” you looked up, glaring at her.

“Knee socks. If you’re gonna try it on, go all out, right?”

“I hate you.”

Wanda emerged from your closet with a white blouse, “Will this fit?”

“Um, probably not. The buttons don’t close over my boobs.”

Natasha howled, “God, yes! Put it on! You’ll look like Britney Spears in that music video!”

You’re a real pain in the ass,” you muttered, even though you were buttoning up the blouse as you spoke.

Pulling on the socks, you looked at yourself in the full length mirror.

“This looks ridiculous!” you shrieked, laughing. The skirt was so short, you could see your underwear underneath, the blouse didn’t button so the top part was left unbuttoned, your bra peeking through. You struck a pose, “There. Eat your heart out, Britney.”

Wanda let out a whistle, “It doesn’t look ridiculous, you look hot.”

“Yeah,” agreed Natasha, “All you need is pigtails and you’d be every guy’s wet dream.”

You gaped at them, “You two are shitting me, right? It’s obvious that the entire outfit doesn’t even fit - I’m busting out of the seams here.” When you saw that they were serious, you shook your head vehemently, hands on your hips, “No! God, no. There is no fucking way I would ever leave this room looking like this! You two are crazy.”

Natasha had pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of you.

“What the fuck, Nat? Delete that.”

“Nope. I’ll show it around, see what people think.”

“I’d really rather you didn’t.”

At that moment, there came a knock on your door.

“It’s open!” called out Wanda.

Bucky walked in, carrying the apron that you had left in the kitchen, “Y/N, you left this in the -” he stopped talking, eyes bugging out and he swallowed, hard, “wha-wha- is that your costume?”

Wanda hid her face behind her hands and giggled, Natasha smirked, “Can you tell her she looks hot?”

Your face was on fire, “Can you tell her that I look ridiculous?” You crossed your arms but all that did was push your breasts together.

“Um,” Bucky swallowed again, “um, here’s your apron,” he tossed it your way, turned on his heel, and walked out the door.

You stood there, flabbergasted at his reaction meanwhile Natasha and Wanda were in stitches.

“What was that?” you frowned.

“Are you - are you serious?” Wanda wheezed.

“What? What’d I miss?”

Natasha looked up at you, “Oh, sweetie, you can’t really be that naive.” When she saw that you were legitimately confused, she smiled at you, “I think you just blew Bucky’s mind.”

“What? No! You’re crazy!”

“Fifty bucks says he’s in his room jerking off right now.”

Your mouth dropped open, “Shut up! He is not!”

Wanda sighed, “Honey, c’mon; his tongue was practically on the floor.”

You shook your head, “No way.” You looked in the mirror again, uncertainty written all over your face, “I look silly.”

“You don’t. You. Look. Sexy.”

Natasha leaned back on the bed, “I’d suggest you go find him or that fifty’s mine.”

You sighed and walked to your closet, “Fine.”

“What are you looking for?”

“A robe? A jacket? Something to cover up with?”

They laughed, “You’re wasting time, sweetie. Just go.”

You paused for a second then dashed out of your room, praying no one would see you. You cut through the living room to get to the elevators but as luck would have it, Sam and Clint were there watching a movie.

“Y/N?!” Sam sounded incredulous, “What are you wearing?”

You froze, “Don’t ask.”

“Oh, I’m asking.”

Smirking at you, Clint let out a whistle, “Well, isn’t that something. That your Halloween costume?”

You answered without thinking, “No! It’s my old high school uniform.”

Both of them just stared at you, mouths open.

“Gah! I know, I look foolish -”

“Nuh uh, you look hot,” Clint interrupted.

“Oh, um, thanks?” you continued on your way to the elevators when you heard Sam mumble behind you.

“Jesus Christ, that skirt is short.”

You had forgotten how short the kilt was and you could just die after flashing Sam and Clint your underwear. You sighed as you got into the elevator, crossing your arms, at least it was pretty underwear.

When you got to Bucky’s room, you stood outside his door, shifting from one foot to the other. How the hell were you going to prove to Natasha that he wasn’t masturbating?! You shook your head, you didn’t think this through. Sighing heavily, you knocked hoping he wouldn’t hear you.

“Come in,” his voice sounded muffled.

Shit. You pushed open his door and walked into the room.

“Hey Bucky,” you started when he walked out of the bathroom wearing only a low-slung towel. “Are you naked under that thing?” you blurted out.

He smirked at you, “Well, I did just get out of the shower, so yeah.” He walked towards his dresser and began rummaging around for some clothes.

You closed your eyes and spit it out, “Well, um, okay, so I thought I had upset you but Natasha and Wanda said no and um, Natasha bet me fifty bucks that when you left my room you came up here to masturbate and I disagreed but now I need to ask you if you did and I feel like a complete idiot and -” you stopped talking when you felt Bucky’s hand on your arm. Your eyes flew open and he was much closer than you had expected, “Oh.”

While your eyes were closed, he had only put on track pants and they weren’t any better than the towel.

“Let me get this straight,” arms crossed across his naked chest, he leaned against his desk, “After I left your room, Natasha bet you that I came up here to masturbate and you disagreed with her so you came up here, dressed like that, to ask me?”

Your eyes widened and you could just die, “Oh my god,” you mumbled, covering your face with your hands, “when you say it like that, it’s the stupidest thing -”

“Did anyone see you come up here?”

You blinked up at him, “What?”

“In your haste to get to me, did you happen to pass by anyone on your way up here?”

You nodded, “Uh, yeah, Sam and Clint.”

You could see the tick in his jaw, “Did they say anything?”

“What does that matter?” When he didn’t answer, you crossed your arms and sighed, “Yes. They commented on the outfit. Sam really seemed to appreciate how short the skirt is and Clint told me I looked hot. What’s your point?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry?”

He smirked at you, “Yes. After I saw you in that getup, I came up here, jumped in the
shower, and jerked myself off thinking about you.”

You frowned at him, “That’s not funny, Bucky. You don’t have to be an ass.”

He shook his head at you, “You don’t even realize how sexy you look, do you?”

You stared at him, unsure if he was pulling your leg or being sincere when he smiled at you, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth, “Where’d you get the outfit from?”

“It’s my old high school uniform,” your voice was soft.

Bucky closed his eyes and groaned, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mumbled, “Lock the door.”

“What?”

“Lock the door, Y/N.”

When you turned to walk towards the door, you heard Bucky let out a low moan and you couldn’t help but look over your shoulder to see if he was alright and you let out a gasp.

Bucky was still leaning on his desk, arms still crossed. His eyes were dark and his track pants were tented with his erection. When he spoke, his voice was gruff, “Come here, Y/N.”

Dazed, you walked over to him, stopping in front of him.

He reached out to you, gently rubbing his hand over your arm, “My god, you have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now.”

You felt your skin get hot and you bit your lip, shaking your head.

His metal hand cupped your face, the coolness of the metal giving relief to your heated cheeks. He ran his thumb over your lip, pulling it out from between your teeth. “There’s so many things I want to do to you.” He pushed off his desk crowding your space, “Tell me, what do you want?”

Your brain was running a mile a minute so you closed your eyes to collect your thoughts for a moment. When you opened them, Bucky was watching you carefully. “You,” you whispered, “I want you.”

He smiled at you, “You’ve got me, baby girl. How do you want me?”

The look in his eyes gave you a confidence that you didn’t normally have. Taking a deep breath you put your hands on his chest and gently pushed him to sit down on the chair. Running your fingers gently down his naked torso, you smiled at him, “I want you just like that.” Leaning forward, you pressed a tentative kiss to his lips.

Bucky grabbed the waist of your skirt and pulled you towards him, deepening the kiss.

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, nipping on his lower lip. Breaking the kiss, you pulled back slightly but he moved his hands to your hips, keeping you close to him.

Tilting your head, he pressed kisses to your neck, sucking and biting gently and you sighed again.

“Bucky, wait,” you rest your hands on his shoulders, “hang on.”

He pulled back, looking concerned, “Shit, I’m sorry.” He immediately dropped his hands to his sides, “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“No, stop -” you tried interrupting but he kept talking.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, please don’t -”

“Bucky, stop talking,” you gripped at his shoulders, trying to get him to stop talking but he wouldn’t hear you.

He shook his head, “I mean, I’m really sorry and I shouldn’t -”

“Bucky, for fuck’s sake, I wanna suck your cock.”

That shut him right up. “What?”

You smiled at him, your hand brushing lightly against the bulge in his pants and you spoke slowly, “I want to suck your cock.”

His eyes widened, “Are you - are you sure, baby?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

“You don’t have to -”

“Are you trying to talk me out of this, Bucky?” you put your hand on your hip and raised a brow, “seriously?”

“No! No, I just, you know, don’t want you to feel like you have to -”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up. Seriously. Just, ugh, shut it.” You ran your hands up and down his torso and gave him a smile. Kneeling between his legs, you ran your hands up and down his thighs.

Bucky let out a small hiss and gently put his hands on your head.

Looking up at him, you widened your eyes ever so slightly, it had its intended effect.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look so sweet and innocent like that… You’re gonna fucking ruin me, aren’t you?”

Giggling, you nodded. You kept one hand on his thigh while the other moved to pull down his pants. Bucky lifted his hips up to help you, his thick cock springing free. You swallowed hard; you guessed he was large but you had no idea. Looking up at him, you saw him smirking down at you so you gripped the base of his cock giving the tip a featherlight lick. You could taste the pre-cum that had gathered there and his smirk disappeared as he let out a hiss, jerking his hips up just slightly.

You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, then ran your tongue up and down his shaft, teasing him. When you figured he had had enough, you opened your mouth and took as much of him as you could.

“Oh, fuck,” he cried out, hips jerking up as you sucked in earnest.

His hands still on your head, he held your head still as his thrust his cock in and out of your mouth.

When he hit the back of your throat, you could feel yourself gagging, so you relaxed your throat and took him in farther, making him moan. You continued sucking him up, bobbing your head up and down, and you could feel yourself getting wet. Squeezing your legs together, you let out a hum around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close. Tell me if you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”

Your response was to suck harder, using your tongue to flick against the tip of his cock. You could feel him throbbing as he came with a cry, his hot cum spilling down your throat. You continued sucking him, your hand moving up and down slowly swallowing every drop that he gave. When you were done, you pulled off him and sat back on your heels, using your thumb to wipe away the spit that had dripped down your chin.

“Jesus Christ, you are a fucking sight. Come here,” roughly he pulled you to your feet, slamming his lips against yours in a searing kiss. Bucky gripped your hip with one hand while the other skimmed up the outside of your thigh, leaving goosebumps. He gently ran his fingertips across your ass then squeezed one cheek, “I fucking love how your ass looks in these.”

You gasped when he gave your ass a slap, then moaned when he rubbed his hand over it, “Fuck, Bucky.”

“Yes, Y/N?” he brought his hand to your inner thigh, running it up but stopping just before he reached your cunt.

You tried to rock your hips, trying to get his hand where you needed it the most.

“Oh? You don’t like being teased, baby?”

A thought popped into your head and you blurted it out before you could convince yourself not to, “Need you to touch me, daddy.”

Bucky stared at you, eyes black with lust. “Oh, fuck,” he ground out, his hands going to your underwear, “So wet for daddy.” Pushing them aside, his fingers went to your entrance, spreading your arousal around, his hand still on your hip keeping you still.

“Please, daddy, stop teasing.”

Smirking up at you, he pushed a finger inside you, “Does that feel good, Y/N? Do you like when daddy fucks you with his fingers?” he pushed another finger inside you.

“Fuck, yes. Feels so good,” you moaned, your hands grabbing onto Bucky’s shoulders for support, your hips moving.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace, “Touch yourself, baby. Touch that pretty little clit of yours, I want you to come all over my fingers.” He angled his fingers so they brushed against your g-spot.

You brought your hand down to your clit and began rubbing. “Fuck,” you could feel your walls clenching.

“Come for me, baby, you’re so close. I can feel you squeezing my fingers.”

His words put you over the edge, and you cried out his name as you came, “Fuck, Bucky, oh my god, yes!”

He continued to fuck you with his fingers, slowing down as you began whimpering. Without warning, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and carried you to his bed. He put you down and kissed you, “Get on your hands and knees baby.”

Your legs felt like jelly but you did as he asked.

He raised your skirt and rubbed your ass, “My god, isn’t this something?” Teasing you through your underwear, he leaned his body forward, whispering in your ear, “I’m gonna fuck that pretty little cunt of yours, baby. Make you scream my name again.”

You moaned at his words, pushing yourself against him.

He pulled your underwear to the side and ran his cock against your folds then pushed himself in. “Oh fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.”

You moaned at the full feeling, forgetting your words.

Bucky started pounding into you, gripping your hips so tightly you were sure there’d be bruises.

“God baby, look at how good you take my cock; like it was fucking made for you.”

You bit your lip and whimpered when he pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest.

Thrusting into you, he wrapped his flesh arm around you while his metal hand reached down to your clit, rubbing circles against it, the coolness of his fingers a stark contrast to how hot you were. “C’mon baby girl, come for me, I can feel how close you are.” He pinched your clit and you came hard, his name a prayer on your lips. Riding you through your orgasm, he came a few moments later, coating your walls with his cum.

When you both came down from your highs, he slowly pulled out of you, making you whimper. Chuckling at you, he pulled you into his arms, “Come here, Y/N.”

You let him hold you, pressing gentle kisses to your neck as you closed your eyes, resting against him.

“That was,” he cleared his throat, “that was, wow.”

You giggled, “Right? It was certainly… interesting.”

Holding you tightly in his arms, he chuckled, his chest shaking against your back, “Sure, let’s say that.”

You sighed heavily.

“What’s wrong? Regrets?”

You shook your head, “God no. I just remembered I’m out fifty bucks.”


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BTS Reaction - Interrupting them with a kiss

Some fluff for a change ♥

Seokjin [Jin] -

Jin wouldn’t mind that you had just cut him off mid sentence, he’d just hold your form in a loving embrace, his trembling lips pressing against yours in a soft kiss. You could feel his heartbeat increase against his chest before he became more confident in the kiss, pulling you closer as he titled your head upwards causing the kiss to become more heated. Soft eyes stared into yours after he grudgingly pulled away, a small blush coating Jin’s cheeks as he hide his flustered face in his hands, nervously stuttering out,

“W-Why did you do t-that?”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Yoongi [Suga] -

Yoongi was a little annoyed that you had just interrupted him, but his irritation would immediately fade as you captured his lips with your own. He smirked against your lips, one of his hands tangling itself in your hair while the other tightly gripped your hip. He savoured the small whimpers that you emitted, moving his lips gently against your own. Yoongi would then pull away breathlessly, a smug grin tugging at the edge of his mouth as he cockily muttered,

“You know, if you wanted to kiss me so badly you could’ve just said so.”

Originally posted by hobies

Hoseok [J-Hope] -

Hoseok was caught off guard as soon as he felt you place your lips on top of his in a passionate kiss, but that wouldn’t mean he didn’t like it. A small laugh escaped his lips at your actions before he pulled you closer and kissed you back just as tenderly. Amusement danced in his eyes as he stared down at your reddened face and shy grin after you broke apart, an affectionate smile gracing his lips before he jokingly uttered,

“Can I finish my sentence now?”

Originally posted by jaayhope

Namjoon [RM] -

Namjoon grinned as you leaned towards him, dimples showing while his lips moved in sync with yours. He wouldn’t question as to why you had decided to kiss him while he was in the middle of a sentence, he’d just enjoy the moment while it lasted. His arms wrapped around your figure in a tight hold, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he pulled away a bit, pecking your swollen lips one last time before he let you go, a smirk playing on his mouth while he teased you slightly.

“You couldn’t resist me right?”

Originally posted by sungyyoon

Jimin -

Jimin felt his face turn crimson as your lips moved against his in a gentle kiss before he placed a hand under your chin and softly reciprocated. He pushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, tilting his head slightly to the side as the kiss became more passionate. He’s lose himself in the kiss and would forget about everything around you both.  A small whine left Jimin’s throat as he watched you pull away with desperate eyes, cheeks flushed red while he stuttered out a small,

“U-Uh, what was I saying a-again?”

Originally posted by jitamin

Taehyung [V] -

A small chuckle vibrated from Taehyung’s chest as he circled his arms around your waist, lips moving yours in a sweet kiss. His heart pounded against his chest as he felt your fingers gently tug at his hair before cupping his face in your hands as you both pulled away from each other. Taehyung pressed his forehead against yours while he stared down at you fondly, thumb tracing your lips as his eyes became slightly hooded.

“That was……that was cute.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook -

Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly as you leaned up, softly pressing your lips onto his causing him to shut right up. His cheeks were dusted with tinges of pinks as he shakily placed his hands on your hips, slowly closing his eyes and nervously returning your kiss. After a few minutes Jungkook would pull away, already missing the feel of your plump lips against his, gazing at you as if he were in a trance as he quietly whispered,

“Wow, you really are something else.”

Originally posted by nnochu

bts | firsts

author’s note: okay so i got a couple of requests for bts reacting to you having a thigh riding kink and i was down, but no matter how hard i tried, i couldn’t come up with seven distinct scenarios for that, so i’m combining that with another request i had for either you or bts teaching the boys how to give head and ofc i had to expand on that too, so enjoy disssss haha i’m really gonna need some feedback on this it’s my first time publishing something like this in a whileee
warnings: nsfw; smut
disclaimer: gif is credited below as cr.; none of the gifs used here are my own, they are cropped for uniformity and easy reading


KIM SEOKJIN
cr.

“Fuck, why is this so hot?” Jin mumbles out loud as you continue to rock back and forth on him.

When you’d first proposed the idea, Jin was admittedly very confused. Although seemingly self-explanatory, he wasn’t quite too sure what thigh riding entailed. More specifically, why you’d want to get off on his lap and how, exactly.

But now that Jin can feel the wet heat of your core rubbing against his jeans, he swears its one of the most erotic things he’s ever witnessed. The thought of you getting off on him, but without his doing anything, arouses him.

“Ah, fuck, it feels good, Jin,” you moan, gripping his shoulders for support.

“Yeah? I want you to get yourself off, baby, nice and good for me, okay?” he encourages, resting his left hand on the small of your back.

You let him kiss you sloppily, not bothering to slow your movements as he lets his tongue slip into your mouth and explore as he pleases. He squeezes your waist when you moan into him, pressing you down further, increasing the friction between your heat and the denim of his jeans.

“Such, a good girl,” Jin whispers, words dance over your kiss-swollen lips. “You gonna come soon, baby? All over my lap?”

He continues the kissing, this time at your ear, your jaw, down your neck. He adores the way you rock into his kisses, like your body’s coming back for more. And he knows he’ll love the aftermath of it all; know he’ll love the way his mouth stains your skin in the morning.

“Fuck—yes, yes.”

Jin presses a single kiss to your collar and mumbles into you, “Good girl.”

He can tell you’re on the verge of an orgasm by the way your body quivers, and your hands claw at his shoulders. He hears you moan, sees you screw your eyes shut, but he won’t have any of that—his hand quickly grabs at your jaw, forcing you to face him. And with a single phrase he gives you both permission and the command that pushes you over the edge.

“Look at me when you come.”

MIN YOONGI
cr.

“Nuh uh,” Yoongi shakes his head through shallow breaths, his words prompting you to stop your movements.

The way you look at him is sinful—neck craned obediently, eyes twinkling through your lashes. It makes him want to kiss you or choke you or something in between. He has to take a couple of breaths before speaking, afraid he could come right there.

“Did I do something wrong?” your breath ghosts over the tip of his cock as you speak, and the genuine innocence behind your words only serves as a reminder to Yoongi about the extremely compromising situation he’s in at the moment.

Because really, who agrees to teach their best friend how to suck dick? A really fucking good friend, was your argument. And Min Yoongi was nothing, if not a good friend.

“Not at all,” he reassures you, hand reaching to you head to slowly tangle itself in your hair, gently guiding your face closer to his dick.

But the more comfortable you got with your hands, the more restless Yoongi became; until a fiery possessiveness bubbled in the pit of his stomach. So, no, Yoongi wasn’t here to teach you how to give head. He was here to teach you how he liked getting head; he was going to fine tune you just enough to wreck you properly when this was all over.

“But you’re being a little too neat for me,” he grins when he sees the shy smile, possibly even a light blush paint over your features. It lights that same fire in his stomach, and Yoongi doesn’t think twice before tugging on your hair, making you look at him directly.

“Be a good girl for me, yeah?” he bites his lip when you nod your head, “Open your mouth. I wanna see how much you can take.”

JUNG HOSEOK
cr.

Having you suddenly straddle his lap and kiss up and down his neck was not something Hoseok envisioned in his Friday afternoon movie-watching plans, but he wasn’t necessarily complaining.

“Hobiiiii,” you whine against his neck, continuing to pepper kisses as he leans to the side to give you more access, “I missed you.”

Hobi chuckles and snakes an arm around your waist, “I can tell, sweetheart.” He finds your pouting cute and goes in to give you a quick peck.

But you’ve barely seen your boyfriend all week; a peck will not suffice. Instead, you use your hands to cup his face, and deepen your kiss, letting your lips mold together. Hobi loves the sounds you make, the little moans that slip between your lips, and he tightens his grip on your waist. He savors the meshed closed-mouth kisses you share, because the moment you let your tongue snake past your lips, he pulls away with a cutest blush on his face.

“I, uh, I’ve never done that,” he admits shyly, scratching the back of his head.

“Never done what?” you question, genuinely perplexed, because the two of you have kissed plenty of times before—and he’s pretty damn good at it, if you do say so yourself.

“Just, made out with someone before, you know?” he shrugs, “Like with tongues and all that.”

“Oh,” you let out, taking note of the tone of his voice, “That’s a shame. Making out on a couch in-front of a movie is, like, the best part of dating someone.”

“Is it now?” Hobi raises an eyebrow, closing the gap between your faces. He loves the way you bite you lip and nod your head in reply and he can’t remember a time in his life when he’s ever wanted to kiss anybody this badly, “Looks like I’m in the right place at the right time, then. I guess you’re gonna have to teach me.”

KIM NAMJOON
cr.

“Baby, are you sure?”

You roll your eyes, because this is about the twentieth time he’s asked this tonight, “Namjoon, of course I’m sure.”

He looks into your eyes deeply, searching for even the slightest twinge of doubt. It’s not that Namjoon hasn’t been thinking about this, dreaming of this—because he one hundred percent has, several times actually, even while you’ve been doing it—but he wants to make you sure that you’re sure about this. About the potential consequences of this.

“Namjoon, for the fucking love of god, if you don’t do this right now I’m going to strangle you.”

A smile washes over his features and he kisses you, deeply, slowly as he enters you the same way, taking time to feel you around him everywhere. “Fuck,” he pulls away, forehead resting on yours as he tries to gain control of his feelings.

It’s better than any fantasy he’s ever cooked up. The feeling of you around him, raw, no rubber condom barrier, is heavenly. You’re so warm and wet and Namjoon swears you fit like a glove around him, like you’re made for him.

“You okay, Joon?” you asked, gently wiping his sweat-stuck hair from his forehead.

He chuckles through half-lidded eyes and kisses you softly, “Yeah. You just feel so fucking good, baby. I could have blown my load right there.”

You laugh and kiss him back, “Well don’t okay, you feel so good too, I want this to last.”

Namjoon smiles lazily, begins to thrust shallowly, slowly, sure to take in every moment of this. And fuck, he doesn’t think he can ever go back from this. You’ve ruined him for you and only you.

“Fuck, I love you so much.”

PARK JIMIN
cr.

“Chim?” you question as your blonde boyfriend pulls away from your lips, and tightly wraps his hand around your wrist, preventing you from further unbuckling his belt. “I, um, sorry, am I going too quickly—”

“No, no, baby, you’re fine, it’s just, I’ve never—nobody’s ever,” he sighs in frustration, using his free hand to push his hair back, “I’ve never gotten head from anyone before.”

A big, red, question mark pops up in your brain and you look at Jimin’s face for a couple of seconds to properly process the information. Of course, it’s completely okay if he’s been waiting or hasn’t want to do this in the past. It’s just not exactly what you expecting from someone who… well, someone who looks like him.

“Do you want me to?” you ask lowly, looking up for an answer.

Jimin blushes, and runs his hand through his hair again, partially out of habit, partially out of nervousness, “I mean, yeah. Only if you want to, though, you totally don’t have—”

You shut him up with a kiss and pull away with a giggle, “You’re too cute, Jiminie. Of course I want to,” you gently shake off his hand and continue to unbuckle his belt.

“Tell me what feels good, okay?” You say, taking his cock out of his underwear and stroking it slowly. Jimin’s breathing immediately slows down and his eyes are trained on you as you lick a stripe from the base to the top.

“That, that—ah, fuck,” he nearly yells when he feels the tip of his dick enter your mouth, “Fuck, that feels good already.”

With no instructions, one of his hands is already threading through your hair. Jimin’s eyes dare not look away as you continue to tease him. When you look up at him while stroking his cock, Jimin doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on before. That is, until you speak again.

“Then you’re gonna, love this, Jiminie.”

KIM TAEHYUNG
cr.

“You’re joking, right?” you ask, arms crossed, hoping (praying) that Taehyung would burst out laughing and tell you his scheme was just that—a joke, and that he was not at all, in the slightest, serious about this.

“I should be asking you that,” he counters, “It’s fucking ridiculous.”

“It’s ridiculous that I’m a little hesitant on whether or not my best friend was serious about asking me to sit on his face?”

“No, it’s ridiculous that no one’s ever gone down on you before.”

“I’m flattered, Tae, really, but you don’t have to do this. In fact, I won’t let you do this, so why don’t we—”

Tae reaches an arm out to pull you in by the waist, leaving virtually no space between his chest and yours. You roll your eyes at Taehyung’s overdramatic, overplayed gestures and attempt to push him away (keyword: attempt). “Tae, really, can we just—”

“Look,” he cuts you off. When he’s certain he has your undivided attention, he lets the other hand rest on your waist, tilts his head down a bit to look you square in the eye. “I’ll drop it if it makes you uncomfortable. But if you really wanna know what it feels like, I’ll do it to you—for you. Besides, it’s a win-win for the both of us.”

“How so?”

Taehyung licks his lips and lets a hand venture up your spine to cup the back of your head gently. “We both get our fantasies fulfilled,” his grins. “So, you in?”

The image of Taehyung, your Taehyung, fantasizing about you is one too tempting not to explore and entrances you into nodding your head.

“Good,” Tae hums, a gleam in his eyes, “Now, like I said before: get your ass on my face.”

JEON JUNGKOOK
cr.

“Please, noona,” Jungkook begs, doe-eyed and far too innocent for the favor he’s begging of you.

“Jungkook, I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me to—”

“Yes I do!” he interjects, but shies away immediately afterwards. The faint blush on his cheeks paints the apology he dares not say aloud. “I trust you.”

You look at him and sigh, mulling over the pros and cons of his proposal. God, he’s cute, you think, taking a good look at him. You watch his eyes dart back and forth between you and floor and smile softly. Yeah, he’s really fucking cute.

“Okay—”

Jungkook doesn’t give you time to say anything else before he’s hugging you tightly and chanting thank yous into your ear.

“You’re the best, noona,” Jungkook gleams, finally pulling away and looking down at you in close proximity.

“Alright, Jungkooke,” you say, lifting you right hand to reach the nape of his neck and raking your hands through his hair. His eyes twinkle slightly at your actions, and you smirk, “Rule number one of eating pussy is that you do everything I say, got it?”

Jungkook nods obediently and licks his lips in nervous anticipation. “Got it.”

“Yeah?” you smile, tugging on his hair harder, “You’re gonna be a good boy for me, right Kook?”

Just as you presumed, the praise goes straight to his head; his eyes are something darker and you’d be a damned liar to say the way Jungkook nods and quietly says “yes, noona,” doesn’t affect you.

Something about having this usually arrogant, out-spoken, nearly six-foot tall boy at your command is powerful, sensual. Jungkook is usually one to figure things out himself, master them quietly then show everyone what he’s made of. But he came to you, asking for your help. Tonight he’s under your control. 

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

EXO REACT: To you moaning their name in your sleep

(LOW-KEY SMUT WARNING BUT NOT ALL OF THEM INCLUDE SMUT)

XIUMIN:

Xiumin had gotten in late after training, so he was still winding down by reading a book in bed, you sleeping right next to him. Whilst he was sitting up, you were cuddled into his side, an arm draped over his chest. 

He was simply playing with your hair and tracing patterns over you arm nonchalantly when he heard a loud sigh fall from your puffed out lips. He glanced down from his book, but went back to it once you didn’t make another sound. However, when he heard his name fall from your lips in an exasperated whine, he placed down his book. At first he thought you were in pain, maybe asking for help.

“Y/n?” He would try not to move too much just in case you were still asleep - which you were - and brushed a hair out of your face that had fallen over your eyes. Although when he felt your leg tighten around his and his name in a gasp form come from you again, he knew what was happening. Smirking to himself, he knew that you two hadn’t done anything in a while due to his busy schedule, so feeling bad and wanting to please you, he placed his book down and focused all his attention on you, stroking your legs, kissing your neck and waking you up by his hair tickling the inside of your thighs.

Originally posted by ivana2299

SUHO:

You and Suho were watching a movie on the sofa when you had fallen asleep on his chest. He was playing with your hair, completely unaware that you had fallen asleep, all of his attention still on the glowing screen. Only when you had shuffled on his chest to nuzzling your face in his neck, had he peeled his eyes from the screen and helped you re-adjust. 

“Junmyeon…” He heard you sigh satisfyingly in his ear, making him snake his arms around your waist, still not realizing you were dreaming.

“Yes baby?” You moaned quietly against the skin of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. Suho kissed your shoulder and ran his hands under you shirt tracing your sides. And suddenly he wasn’t paying the movie any more attention. You were soon waking up to him placing you gently down on your back, him hovering over you and smirking.

“That dream of yours sounded really good baby girl. Do you want to go through it again?”

Originally posted by suhomysuho

LAY:

Lay heard you moaning his name when he walked back upstairs in the middle of the night from getting a glass of water. He walked in the room to see the covers clinging to your body, you face contorted and twisting from side to side. It didn’t take long to register in Yixing’s mind what was going on as he could recognise those sort of moans anywhere.

He approached you confidentally, placing the water on the bedside table before getting back into bed with you and waking you up with a warm and heated kiss. Once you were aware of the situation and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him more into you, he trailed his kisses down your jaw and to your neck, so he could lick and whisper in your ear.

“Tell me how good I was fucking you in your dream princess.”

Originally posted by lullabyun

BAEKHYUN:

Baekhyun hissed, his eyes jumping open at the sudden pain he felt in his shoulder. He looked around hazily, still slightly asleep, and took a look at where he felt the pain. Your hand was there, clinging onto his shirt where he felt your nails dig into his skin. Confused, he looked down at you, where one of his hands was wrapped around you, pulling you into his side, his hand resting on your upper thigh. He watched contently as you scrunched your face together and shuffled against his side again. 

“Fuck, Baekhyun…”

Baekhyun’s eyes widened when he heard the words sleepily fall from your pouted lips. Undeniably, he was instantly turned on, silently praying to himself that you would say something again, but all he got was a whine and your leg intertwining with his. He groaned as you involentarily shuffled against his thigh.

Once he had enough teasing, despite you literally not being conscious, he took your hand from his shoulder and pinned it to your side, crawling in between your legs, causing your eyes to shoot open and be met with his hungry ones.

“You sound so hot when you moan my name y/n.”

Originally posted by blondejongin

CHEN:

Chen stood in front of the mirror, doing up his tie for work. Your body was left unconscious, tangled in the mound of blankets that you and him had been sleeing comfortably in together not long before.

You had been tossing and turning all morning, but Chen had just pushed it off as you trying to get comfortable. That was until he heard a muffled, barely translatable, moan come from the bed where you were sound asleep in.

“Chen, baby please…”

He looked over to you, stopping midway through his tie, and smiling to himself. It made him feel so happy how even in your dreams, when he wasn’t even touching you physically, you were dreaming about him, and in this way. He walked over to you and kissed your head; as much as he wanted to stay in that bed with you all day making you feel good, he had to go to work. But before he went, he was sure to leave a little note:

“I hope I made you feel good this morning princess, but it’ll be even better when I get home XX”

Originally posted by daenso

CHANYEOL:

Chanyeol’s eyes were focused on the TV, not really paying much attention to you sound asleep on his shoulder next to him. That was until, a breathy moan of his name grasped his attention from the show. His mouth turned upwards into a grin and he watched your eyebrows furrow together and a frustrated groan fall from your puffy lips. There was no doubt that Chanyeol found this the hands down most sexiest thing of his life. His hand ran up your thigh that was resting on his lap, and he leant down to kiss your neck gently, slowly starting to wake you up. He smirked when your eyes opened to meet his.

“I know you just woke up baby, but do you mind telling me what that dream was, so whatever happened in it I can do to you right now?”

Originally posted by blondejongin

KYUNGSOO:

Kyungsoo looked at you, frozen from his place on the bed. You were an unconscious boyd lying next to him in bed. He didn’t quite know what to do; wake you up or leave you be. Although the more he seemed to leave you to calmly sleep, the more fidgeting and vocal you were becoming. 

He sat up in bed, watching you as you twisted and turned in the bed sheets.

“Y/n?” His voice whispered as he brushed a hair out of your face. “Y/n baby…”

It didn’t take much more of his delicate touches to awaken you from your dream, and although you were disapointed, you couldn’t complain to a sleepy Kyungsoo, hovering over you calling you baby.

Originally posted by daenso

KAI:

Jongin was sat up on his side, watching you as you were asleep. He was always the first one of you to wake up in the morning and he loved to admire your sleeping frame and the way you breathing was so deep. He was in the middle of stroking up and down you side when he heard a breathy moan escape your lips.

“Jongin…”

A smirk instantly appeared on his face and his hands started to rail lower than just your waist, lingering high up on your thigh, watching as your eyebrows furrowed together more. He was going to see how much it took to wake you from your dream about him.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

SEHUN:

You and Sehun both had the day off and were spending it relaxing on the sofa, watching movies and just hanging out. Your head was on his lap, and Sehun was completely unaware to your dozed off state. His attention was drawn to his phone as his hands slowly brushed through your hair, massaging your scalp as you slept.

“Sehun…” 

“Yeah babe?” Sehun didn’t look away from his phone when he heard his name from you, thinking you were going to ask him to get you something - not that he probably would have anyway.

“Sehun…”

“Yeah?” His slightly annoyed tone left him when he saw you asleep on his lap, mouth agape and hands clenching. A smirked triumphantly, the idea of you having a dirty dream about him boosting his ego. He let his hand trace the inner side of your thigh.

“I love that you’re begging for me even in your sleep.”

Originally posted by khunwufan

It Ain’t Me: Part 10(II) |Last part|

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Words: 2.4 K

Genre: Angst

Part 10(I)

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Jungkook was ready. Thirty minutes had already passed since you had hung up and his house was as neat as it could be. The bed sheets were neatly plastered on the bed with minimal creases. The glass door facing the city was spotless and glistening with the orbs of lights emitting from the skyscrapers.  The wine was ready in cabinet but he daren’t take it out yet. He didn’t want to seem too at ease with the situation, which he really wasn’t, but if it came to that, he was ready to please you with some of your favorite wine. Double-checking everything for the 20th time, he nervously looked at the clock. 9:30 pm. You should be here anytime.

As if it was a rehearsed play, his doorbell came to life. His heart almost leapt right out of his chest but he steadied himself speed walked to his front door, opening it with more haste than he intended, to find you standing in a black dress and a thin overcoat clearly not meant for the kind of chilly winds gracing the city from past few nights. You were paler than he remembered and slightly thinner.  You were frowning, and your lips were in pursed in a tight line.

You cleared your throat, clearly unnerved by his shameless ogling.

But he couldn’t help himself, you looked as beautiful as the first day he had seen you. Just as ethereal.

“May I come in?” You finally spoke up.

The formality in your words cut through his heart like a knife. He swallowed and forced a smile on his face.

“Of course you can.” He moved back, giving you space to enter and you did. You avoided his eyes and walked right past him into his living room. Jungkook tried not to show the hurt on his face when you didn’t even glance at his bedroom. He wasn’t sure if he was successful.

He followed you into the living room and took a seat on the modest sofa chair beside you. This was making him nervous. You were making him nervous. He stuttered when he spoke next. “W-would you like some wine? I have your favorite-“

“Jungkook.”

Was it possible to hear one’s name and go into cardiac arrest? Jungkook wondered as he struggled hard to keep the smile on his face. He certainly hoped not.

“Yeah?”

“I forgive you.”

His eyes grew wide. You forgive him? This was too different from what he had expected, too different from how things had played out in his mind.

“…but?” He prompted you.

“But…I cannot be with you.” You finished.

You saw the hope dissipate from his face and desperation set in. Forgetting the awkward tension between the two of you, in a second Jungkook engulfed your hands in his own.

“___, One chance. That’s it. That’s all I’m asking for. Never again will I do something so stupid. Please…just give me one chance.” He cracked.

You felt your eyes starting to water at his words. It was tough for you too, to finally accept your own words, to think beyond only the good memories and stand face to face with the unbiased reality of your relationship with Jungkook.

“Listen to me carefully Jungkook.” You freed your hands from his grip and held his face in your hands with tearful eyes. Whatever the outcome, you had to stand your ground. You had accepted the reality and you wanted to show it to Jungkook. You carefully ran your eyes over his face. His chocolate brown eyes fixed on your every word brimming with tears that his stubborn ass won’t allow to drop down, his messy and yet perfect hair that you’re always curious about because goddamn his hair was so soft, his quivering lips that you knew tasted like heaven. You swallowed the lump building in your throat and closed your eyes for a long second. You sigh when you opened them next.

“This is tough for me too. You…you mean a lot more to me than just a lover. You’re my friend. And-“ You released a frustrated sigh and continued. “And I love you in so many ways. But I can’t be with you without hurting myself.” Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but shook your head, pleading him to let you finish. “It’s the trust that’s missing Jungkook. It’s not just you. Maybe it’s the both of us, maybe you could have believed me and maybe I could have tried harder. There’s so many things that could have happened but things proceeded the way they did and” A tear left escaped and then two. You ran your hand over his hair and he leaned into your touch. “And maybe it was for the better.” A strangled cry left Jungkook’s mouth and your heart broke at the sound but you continued, pulling him closer until his head was on your chest and your arms around him tight.

“Shh, it’s okay. This needs to be done.” You said softly because if you attempted to make your voice any stronger you knew you would cry. “ Maybe we need to know each other a lot more than we believe we do. We need to meet as new people again….as strangers.”

Jungkook removed his face from your chest but he didn’t look up. He was holding your hands around his neck and looking down at his lap. His shaky breaths told you that he was crying still. It felt like an eternity before he spoke next.

“How will I ever forgive myself for this ___? For hurting you? For breaking us apart?”

You found your voice again and with a sad smile of your own you said-

“Because I have already chosen to forgive you.”


Your heels clicked nastily on the scratchy surface as you struggled to drag your suitcases across the road.  A rash driver barely missed you by an inch. You swore under your breath when you twisted your foot and took a silent pledge to lead a protest against the terrible airport drivers who clearly paid no mind to the lives of the people crossing the road. Taking a deep breath, you collected yourself but just when you were about to move forward, a hand swiftly crossed your inattentive form and took your bag from you. To say you were freaked would be an understatement. In fact, you were pretty sure your scream had reached the spaceships on Mars.

“Yoongi! What the hell?” You said through grinded teeth while your hand moved to soothe your erratically beating heart.

Yoongi flashed his gummy smile and shrugged. “You looked like you were struggling, so I helped.”

“By scaring me half to death?” You hissed.

“You should’ve seen your face.” He snickered and you rolled your eyes, speed walking towards the café settled on your right when you entered through the crystal doors of the airport. Yoongi caught up and took your suitcase from you. You gave him a thankful salute as you entered the café.

“So,” You began, taking a seat across Yoongi on one of the corner tables. “I reckon there must be something incredibly important for you to have insisted on meeting me before my flight?”

“Of course.” Yoongi said, his face getting serious.

“Great. This better be good. I’m sitting here 3 hours before my departure time.”

“Of course it is.” Yoongi replied sipping on water.

“Hmm, so tell me. What is it?”

Yoongi leaned forward, more serious than you had ever seen him. His hand snaked across the table towards your hand and settled above it. A look of passion covered his eyes. You were silent, waiting for him to begin. This must be a lot more serious than you expected.

“What’s up?”

For a second, your mind went blank. Then confusion spread.

“What?” you said skeptically.

“What’s up? How’ve you been?” An innocent smile covered the devil’s face.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” You said unamusedly.

“No? Can a friend not even ask how you’ve been? Geez.” He smirked, clearly unaffected by your annoyed gaze.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “My dearest FRIEND Min Yoongi, I happen to have a flight in…oh THREE HOURS, and I’m sitting here at 8 in the morning and all you want to ask me is ‘what’s up’ ?!”

“No. I’m here to say Goodbye.”

Your anger dissipated at the sudden change in his tone and this time you knew he wasn’t kidding. You faintly smiled as you called on the waiter to order your tea and Yoongi’s coffee.

“I’ll be back soon.” You pointed out, turning to Yoongi after giving your order.

“Yeah, a year qualifies as soon now does it?” He grumbled.

You smiled at his pout. Sometimes, your friend could really be a darling.

“It is. My colleagues are being posted out for 3 years you know. I’m getting out pretty early compared to that.” You sipped on your tea.

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed. “It’s okay, you deserve a break from…this place.”

A dull pain formed in your chest and your eyes grew slightly melancholic. “How is he?” You asked quietly.

“Well, you know, he’s faring. He’s laughing again. He speaks of you often.”

“Does he now?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yep. He totally does.”

You smiled and sipped on your tea. It had been a month since you had parted ways officially. It was like your first break up all over again. The pain, the tears, the sorrow. The weight your break up being final this time was weighing you down. Only this time, you weren’t helpless. This time you weren’t craving closure. This time you weren’t regretting your choice. This time you weren’t waiting on anyone’s words. Yes, it was painful. But it was bearable.

“So you never told me what happened that day when you showed up at his house.” Yoongi pulled you back from your thoughts. You took another sip from your tea of green and a mixed emotion settled across your features. What had really happened huh…


“Because I have already chosen to forgive you.”

Silence stretched after you made your revelation, and all you and Jungkook could do was look into each other’s eyes. Then slowly, a smile began to form on Jungkook’s face and a twinkle appeared in his eyes.

“Thank you ____.” He said softly.

You returned his smile and gave him a nod.

“I know…” He began, pulling away from you and leaning back in his position. “I know this wasn’t easy decision to make for you too. I know I did some horrible, horrible things. But, maybe you are right. Maybe we need to meet again as strangers. Maybe one day…” His voice cracked and you felt the lump rise in your throat.

“Maybe one day, we can find each other again. Maybe one day, we’ll bump into each other at a party again. Maybe one day…I will run after you again.”

Your eyes couldn’t hold back the tears and they fell freely. This finality of the entire situation was a little scary but in one part of your chest, a load weighing you down started to diminish. And this time you smiled through your tears when you answered.

“Maybe we will.”


“Hello? ____? You okay?” You were drawn back from your thoughts with Yoongi’s deep voice once again. You blinked twice and focused on his puzzled expression.

“Uh,” You found your voice again. “Yeah…Yeah I’m good.”

Yoongi gave you a weird look and began speaking again.

“So…hey…I uh wanted to say that it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me and all that but you know um…apart from that, when you, uh, come back…that is…when you come back…you and me…can we uh…shit.”
You watched with eyes wide as Yoongi fiddled with his hands and tried to complete his sentence. Wait, was he sweating? Is Min badboy Yoongi nervous?

“Hey, Yoongi, are you okay?” You asked him, your voice full of concern.

Yoongi sighed and then took a deep breath. He looked up.

“Okay, I’m gonna say this quick so listen carefully. When you come back for a break this winter, can you and I go somewhere….like to an amusement park or something? I mean, wherever you want to go of course. I’m not forcing you and I know what-“

You laughter stopped him in midst of his wreck of a sentence.

“Hold on, I gotta record this. Min Yoongi asking me on a date.”

Yoongi blushed so hard, you were sure he could be considered a close relative of tomatoes at that second.

“You-..I-..No! Not a date! I-I just want to be better friends with you and know you better.”

“At an amusement park?” You teased him.

“I said wherever you want to go!” He blushed again.

You smiled mischievously and gave your hand across the table for him to take. He suspiciously took your hand and shook it.

“Sure, let’s hang around. I want to know you better too. You are the closest friend I have right now, believe it or not…” You smiled fondly. You knew Yoongi and you knew that this was an effort on his part. He considered you a friend and with Yoongi, your friendship had blossomed under odd circumstances, which meant that you did consider each other close but didn’t really know each other that well and this was Yoongi’s effort to know you better. Only, you knew he didn’t do this often and how awkward he must feeling, so of course…you had to tease him.

“But right now I’m really hungry, so treat me to some good pancakes. My wallet’s packed and locked inside. If you do this, I will let you take me out on a date, Mr. BadBoy.” You winked.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “In your dreams, you pumpkin.”

Voices faded in the background as you and Yoongi bickered back and forth, and your mind wandered to the events of last two months. So much had happened. You had lost the love of your life, you had lost your best friend, you lost your backing but you also gained. You gained friends like Yoongi. You gained an understanding of your relationship and where you went wrong. You learnt to forgive. You learnt to let go. If someone asked you now whether you would choose not to take Jungkook up on that offer the time he ran after you, if you could, you would say no. You would do it all over again. You would take yourself back to the night you met Jungkook and do it all over again. Because maybe some day, you will meet again as strangers.


Maybe someday, he will chase after you again and you will spend the night drowned in beers and laughter.


FIN. 

a/n: I feel like I just married off my daughter. This marks the end of It Ain’t me. Thank for all your love!


Much love, 

Inferno-loop