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constant bullshit.

━━━━━━━━ eren yeager.

ャwarnings; angst, quiet sex, broken relationship, eren’s really in love with reader, impact play, oral (m.received), floor sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader.

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The Deepest Marks of Essence

Description: When you found yourself circled by a tribe, you never thought it would lead you to tap into your deepest wants and desires. You are the oldest child, the example of how one should act at all costs, but if you ever manage to escape this maze and if your story ever becomes told, you’ll never be looked at the same. But it’s hard to regret it when your nights are spent with gentle caresses and starry midnight skies. You got everything you secretly longed for, but at what cost? 

Warnings: a tribe, use of weapons, yelling, mentions of wounds-blood, JK is a yandere, mentions of people dying/killing, smut, use of  psychedelics, if I missed any, please give me a shout!

Word Count: ~18.7k

One-shot..?

A/N: Ha, this is a logner one, but I hope you enjoy it, also it’s not proofread (yet) ! ; it’s centred on world-building and MC’s emotions/feelings, so, friendly suggestion, I’d say feel it through, even if it takes a bit longer, that way it will make more sense :)

!In no way of shape and form do I think this is how Jungkook acts in real life, this is pure work of fiction, so if you choose to read it, please keep that in mind! 

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so hot

Hiii i asked this the other day but i dont know if tumblr lost it or if you just didn't want to answer. If it's the latter feel free to ignore this! Tumblr just doesn't send my questions sometimes😂

So i was thinking about those red handcuffs someone threw on stage at the st paul show (live on tour). How harry kept them in his pocket and later slyly pulled them out when he was singing??? I was wondering did he and sf!yn ever get to use them afterwards because i have a very vivid image of her cuffing him to the bed that night😳 (let's pretend he didn't throw them back lmao he put them back in his pocket and everyone saw that. Maybe he even made a cheeky comment about making a good use of them later😏)

Again feel free to ignore this if the concept makes you uncomfortable! Just that tumblr sometimes loses my asks and i wanted to send it again to make sure🙃

let's gooo!!!! we love switch!harry here <3 aaaand this is 2018 so live on tour!harry (♡)

! | kinda smut, yn touching herself and harry being handcuffed, dirty talk.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

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"I dunno who threw these, but thank you." Harry balances the red handcuffs between his fingers. "I promise to put them to good use." Smiling at the sound of people shouting, he tucks them into the pocket of his dress trousers, not bothering to turn to look at his girlfriend.

(...)

"I can't believe you told your audience that we literally use handcuffs to fuck."

The brunette laughs, but his laughter turns into a choked moan as Y/N's index finger slides down his chest, and to his butterfly tattoo, and lower.

She reaches up to his pelvis, and down to his erect cock, and takes it in her hands, stroking it with her hand without giving it her full attention, making him desperate.

"Baby... please, let me go." He gasps, tugging at the handcuffs between the back of the bed. "These fucking things turned out to be good."

Y/N laughs, tossing her hair to the side, exposing her neck and the sight drives him crazy. Her beauty is so suffocating, he can't believe how after years and years he still hasn't drowned in all she has to offer. He's completely naked, but she's still dressed in her pink dress (to match his dress shirt) for the concert, and it makes him feel more vulnerable and aroused.

"No, you can't touch me."

"Why?" he asks desperately, sweat pouring down his chest lighting up his swallows because of the hot atmosphere in the hotel room.

"Cause you told over two thousand people the things we do when we fuck, Harry."

Her voice is hard, serious, just like her face. She's so good at this that she just makes him lift his hips against her hand, but Y/N pulls away, and that makes him speak without think.

"I didn't say anything, I left things open to the imagination. It's a little bit different, don't y'think?" The cocky accent mixes with the british when he opens his mouth, and the look coming from her just shuts him up.

He's so hot, his body begs for a release after the adrenaline of the concert, "please, fuck, please" he thinks.

"Now I'm gonna touch myself, and you're gonna have to watch me, not being able to touch you, not being able to touch me." She smiles, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she spreads her legs at the end of the bed.

She's far enough away that Harry can't touch her with any part of his body, but close enough for him to see that she's out of her panties, and completely wet.

His mouth waters as he sees the arousal decorating the area, he craves to taste her, and the little spurts of precum coming from the head of his cock just give it away.

Y/N makes sure to put on a show by licking her fingers and keeping eye contact with her boyfriend, he looks completely fucked, and opens his mouth slowly as he watches her massage her clit.

"Y– Yes... I wish it was you, H." She moans, tilting her head back. "It feels better when it's your fingers, your tongue, your cock."

Harry tugs once more on the handcuffs, but secretly, he does it with moderate force, because deep down he doesn't want to let go, he wants to stay trapped watching the woman of his dreams touch herself in front of him.

However, he likes to be insistent. "Take this off me, Y/N. Shit, you're doing it wrong. Touch yourself more on the right, you know you like it more there."

The girl doesn't listen and that makes him grunt, she stares at him with sparkling eyes, and looks down at his member. "You look like you need help, my love."

Styles rolls his eyes, but a tingle runs through his pelvis, he loves it when she's like this, has loved it since day one. But he also loves it when she forgets every shameless word she says, and he's the one in control.

That's why he smiles cynically at Y/N, and shrugs as best he can before saying.

"Do whatever the fuck you want, enjoy your moment of fame, I don't fuckin' care. We'll see what happens when you're the one tied to the bed begging to be fucked mercilessly."

And he knows he did the right thing when he sees Y/N's movements getting clumsier. He was gonna have fun after being here in handcuffs.

so cute

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

After a hard mission, you need to rest.

word count: 457 words.

warnings/tags: none.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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It had been a tough mission this time. A guy smashed you against a car and broke you two ribbons. Your face didn't feel better with a black eye and a cut on your left cheek. Although you were healed in the plane after finishing him with a knockout and recovering the radioactive material his organization stole from a high-security facility. What a joke. You were depleted and the flight would take seven hours else to land in Washington DC, but you couldn't sleep.

After almost thirty minutes rolling from one side to another on your couch, you puffed sorely. Steve glanced at you by the corner of his eyes, kicking Bucky's right leg quietly. The soldier was looking through the rounded window, lost in his thoughts. He frowned at his lifelong friend until the Captain nodded off towards your position. The pair of pale blue eyes laid on you, frustrated and with a hand pressed on one of your sides. For Natasha and Tony, it took them a couple of seconds to understand where he was going when he stood up on his tired feet.

“Get up”. You heard his tone of voice as if he pretended it to be a secret, contemplating how he removed the jacket from his uniform.

Your cheeks were burning in shame, believing that he was going to take you to another part of the plane to give you a speech about they all were fucked too. Swallowing, you did it. “Sorry, I didn't me—”.

As he took your seat, your words collapsed in your lips. Bucky held your wrist with so much gentleness, urging you to sit on his lap. At this point, you thought you were dead and it was your ascension to Heaven. Cuddling on top of his lap, after he reclined back on the couch, he accommodated his jacket over your body and his arms carefully wrapped around it, practically covering you completely till your ankles.

You rested your head on his chest, hearing his heart almost racing by your closeness, not paying attention to the contained smiles around you. Bucky was like the perfect pillow. Snugging you to help you to sleep. What the rest of the Avengers couldn't see was his fingers caressing your back and arm to relax you as much as he was capable of.

You two weren't two big talkers, but the complicity and the feelings between both were pretty obvious for everybody. The fact was that you were giving Bucky time to get used to the future he was living in now, making him trust you bit by bit. And he usually demonstrated you with small gestures like those, like making you feel better. That was his new mission. Your well-being.

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one of my favorites pieces here on tumblr 😩

https://www.instagram.com/tv/CWsBjsogtu7/?utm_medium=copy_link

my brain straight thought about him edging you and all you want is for him to finally just fvck you and then he say what is in the video 😭😭

EDGING

A/N: you asked for it and im serving it. get ready for the juice!

WARNING: adult content, edging... bc he is just obsessed with it.

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

He is still wearing his light blue shiny shirt.

And nothing else

You’re lying across the king sized bed of the hotel room you share, only your lacy thong covering your soaking wet pussy that’s throbbing for him, a pained whimper slips through your trembling lips when he steps closer to the bed and wraps a hand around his rock hard cock, staring down at you with greedy, dark eyes. This is not the soft Harry who likes to cuddle you every night, who brings breakfast to bed just to see you smile first thing in the morning, who always surprises you with little gifts to brighten your day.

No, this version of him is dominant, demanding and in full control of you. Just how you like him.

He came off the stage extra cheeky tonight and judging from the way how he could barely keep his hands off of you at the venue, you knew things would get heated pretty fast as soon as you’re alone.

“What do you want, baby?” he murmurs, a sly smirk on his lips as he gives himself a few slow, but sturdy pumps.

“Harry, please!” you moan, your thighs shutting closed to create some friction at least. He’s been taking his sweet time with you, he stripped out of your dress as if you were a gift to be unwrapped, made you stand against the wall as he sank to his knees, biting into your ass cheeks, his hands coming to tease between your legs that were shaking from excitement. Then he threw you to the bed, like an absolute cave man and made you watch him strip from his light blue pants and underwear, leaving him only in his shiny shirt, because you told him before the show how much you liked it.

His chest is rising and falling in a steady rhythm, some of his post concert sweat is still glistening on his warm skin and you’re dying to touch him, but you know if you don’t do what he tells you, you won’t get what you want.

“Keep them open, baby. Want to see how desperate you are for me,” he warns you, a hand coming to push your knees apart so he sees your wet cunt. “Touch yourself, let me see just how wet you are.”

Your hand moves down your chest and stomach until you reach the elastic of your underwear, but before you could reach under the fabric, he speaks up.

“No, over the thong. Want to see it drenched.”

Another whimper falls from your lips as you press your fingers against your clit, finally feeling your nerves reacting to a touch, but it’s not the one you desire the most. You move your two fingers up and down, pressing the lacy fabric into your cunt, between the lips as it soaks up your arousal.

“Does it feel good? Or do you want something else, baby?” he hums, cocking his head to the side as he keeps stroking himself lazily.

“Feels good, but I want you!” you breathe out as you try to get yourself closer to relief, but your body is working against you. It only wants Harry and you can’t blame yourself.

“Yeah? You want this?” he asks glancing down at his throbbing dick. Your voice dies in your throat so you only nod, but it’s not enough for him. “I want to hear you, baby. Beg for it.”

You moan at his words, your thighs twitching to close again, but you remember what he said about wanting them open so you force yourself to obey.

“Please!” is all you manage to get out. Harry steps closer to the bed, his hand letting go of his cock before moving to grab your wrist and pushing it away from you. With one swift movement, he rips the last piece of clothing, making you gasp from the sudden pinching you feel as the fabric gives up around your body, and he throws it to the side without batting an eye. It’s not the first piece he has ruined and surely not the last one either.

He places a knee to the edge of the bed, leaning over your shaking form, his cock springing freely with each movement he makes and the way his tongue slides across his lips gives you shivers.

“You know just one please is never enough for me,” he warns, his voice low and raspy after tonight’s show and you could come just from his words at this point.

“Fuck, Harry! Just… Ugh!”

It’s torture, how his fingertips tap on your clit a few times before drawing a few slow circles, teasing and playing with you.

“Just what, huh? You want my cock? Does your pussy want to be properly fucked?”

“Yes!” you cry out, your whole body on fire. He grabs the base of his cock, brings his hips closer, just enough that he can drag the tip across your lips, pushing a tiny bit into your hole, but pulling back right away. “Harry!” you moan almost as if you were in pain, but in a sense, you are. Every second that passes without him inside you is a painful one and you want him to end your misery.

“I told you, I want to hear you. You ask nicely, you get it. Stop being a brat and use your words.”

Fucking hell, this man will be the death of you.

“Harry, please! I need you to fuck me, need your cock inside me, please! I’m begging!”

The smirk on his face is so smug, so confident, you love it even if he is making you suffer. You’d do anything for him and he knows exactly just how much power he holds over you.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he chuckles, dragging the tip across you once again, tapping it a few times on your clit, smearing your wetness all over him and you as well. He pushes himself against your hole again, just the very end of the tip entering you, but doesn’t move, only watches you through lustful eyes as you fall apart for him.

“Harry! Fuck me, please!” you cry out, one hand coming flat against his toned stomach as he moves a bit closer, hovering over you. Running your hands up his chest, his neck, you lace your fingers through his hair and pull him down for a needy kiss that he returns gladly. His lips are sucking and tugging on yours, tongue invading your mouth, melting together with yours as his cock is still not inside you.

“Love it when you are so desperate for me, baby,” he growls, positioning his hips so his cock slips between your lips and he moves a little, slipping between them, the tip pushing against your clit over and over again.

He keeps this up, his head moving to the crook of your neck, marking you up as always so you already know you’ll have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow, but now you just want to feel him everywhere.

Then he pulls back, lining his cock up with you and you’re sure he’ll finally give you what you want, but just as you feel the tip entering you again… he pulls back. You gasp, tugging on his hair a little harder as he smirks down at you, so pleased with himself.

“Harry…” you breathe out, but he just chuckles, enjoying the game.

“Edging,” he then murmurs and with one swift movement, he thrusts inside you.

He fills you up fast and so perfectly, you’re convinced you were made for each other. He doesn’t give you time to adjust to him, starts moving rapidly, slamming his hips against yours mercilessly, pounding into you just how you like it. One hand comes to your thigh and he urges you to lock his waist with your legs, you’re more than happy to obey, allowing his cock to bury deeper into you.

“So needy for me, yeah? Who fucks you the best, baby? Let me hear it from you,” he groans into your neck, wet lips brushing against the spot he sucked on earlier.

“You, Harry! Only you!”

“That’s right. You’re mine,” he growls before biting into the soft skin, making you gasp from the sensation.

He is pounding into you so hard, you keep sliding further up on the bed until your head reaches the headboard. He stops for a moment, turning the two of you around so you’re on top, one hand on his chest, the other holding onto the headboard and you barely get situated before his hands grab onto your hips and he starts thrusting up into you, doing the job himself instead of making you ride him.

“Fuck! You’re so good, Harry! I’m so close!”

“Want to cum, baby? You think you deserve it?” he teases you, a few curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, his whole body glistening in the dim lighting.

“Yes! Please, let me cum!” you beg, your eyes meeting his and an animalistic growl erupts from his chest. He pushes himself up into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around you, caging you in them as one of his hands comes to your lower back, guiding you, hinting that he wants you to finish it.

“Ride my cock and make yourself cum, Y/N. Come on, I want to see you using me.”

“Fuck,” you gasp as you start moving your hips, arms clinging onto his broad shoulders. His face is buried in your neck and chest, kissing you wherever he can reach. Though you love the shirt on him, you want to feel him fully naked, so you tug at the fabric and he is quick to rid himself from it, his naked, toned arms wrapping back around you as you relentlessly ride him, feeling your orgasm building up and nearing.

“My girl is using my cock so well, look at that. You like it? You like my cock?”

“I love it,” you nod eagerly and craning your neck you capture his lips just when you feel the end nearing. “Can I cum? Please, Harry, I want to cum so badly!” you beg to him against his parted lips, your breathing mixing together.

“Yes. Do it! Cum all over my cock, baby!”

That’s all you need to explode, pleasure washing over your entire body like a tsunami and you scream his name, your walls tightening around him which brings him over the edge as well. He cums inside you, filling you up so well you’re sure it’s gonna be dripping out of you very soon. He is gasping and panting against your chest, his breathing warming your already heated skin.

You stay like that coming off your high, his hands gently rubbing your thighs, ass, hips and back, lips peppering soft kisses onto your collarbones. When he moves the two of you, laying you to the bed you grunt as he slips out of you, leaving you so empty, already aching to feel him inside you again even though you’re completely ruined at this point.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he mumbles, kissing your lips softly before getting up from the bed and disappearing in the bathroom. He returns with a damp towel and he carefully cleans you up, but you don’t miss the smug grin on his face when he sees just how good he fucked you, his semen dripping out of your now sensitive cunt.

“Like what you see?” you chuckle tiredly.

“I sure do. Love to see my girl full of me.”

“And you’re full of yourself,” you scoff, but reach for him to pull him down for another kiss. “I have to get up to pee, but I’m so tired.”

“We also should have a shower,” he smiles, pecking the tip of your nose. He reaches under you and easily picks you up into his arms bridal style and you have no idea how he has the energy to carry you to the bathroom after a show and the way he just fucked you. You stood at the backstage the whole time and only rode him at the end and you’re still completely sent.

He carefully sets you down to the toilet and you do your business without a care as he starts the water in the shower, grabbing two towels for you. When you’re finished, he helps you into the spacious walk in shower so you don’t slip and then insists to soap and wash you, taking good care of you. And just like that, he is back to caring boyfriend mode.

And you just love all versions of him.

so cute 🥹🥹🥹🩷

Drabble request

TLTD JK fulfilling his wish to recreate that kiss scene from Love 911 with OC

I love your writing dear author, keep it up! 💖

Happy Birthday, My Love ༓ jjk

↩︎ Too Late To Dream Couple

✑ Summary: For years, your husband's been wanting to recreate his favorite kiss scene from Love 911 with you, and lucky for him, it's his birthday today so he gets to have whatever he wants.

pairing: economics professor!jungkook x artist!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 644

a/n: I watched a clip of this on Youtube and omg SO cute! AND the fact that Kookie said he wanted to recreate this in real? 😳 TYSM for the request 🥰 just fyi oc gets a little giggly but she is in no way making fun of him for this.

"Here, here, here!" You watch your husband jog ahead of you on the sidewalk. He's been trying to find the perfect spot for you to fulfill his birthday wish all day. "We have to do it here honey! We're in the middle of one of the busiest streets in Seoul, it'll be just like the movie."

"There's a lot of cars here," you say. Your clammy hands grip the metal sidewalk railing as your eyes scan your surroundings. "There's a lot of people walking around us too. You sure this is the right spot?"

"Of course! Now will you please come here so we can do the thing?" Your husband, only a few feet away, eagerly waits for you to come closer to him.

You chuckle, not even minding that he's a tad bit impatient. Seeing him this happy on his birthday makes you incredibly giddy.

"Hurry, faster!" he gestures with his hands for you to speed up. "I wanna kiss the love of my life in front of all of Seoul."

"Yes baby, I hear you and I'm coming as fast as I can," you reply. Once you're within arm's reach, Jungkook quickly bends his knees to pick you up, arms moving to wrap around your upper legs, just like Kang Il did to Mi Soo.

"Oh wait!" You flinch at the gentlest touch, letting out a giggle that has him taking his hand off you before getting to lift you in the air.

"What happened?" His panic-stricken face makes you feel all kinds of guilty for your random outburst.

"I'm sorry, it just tickles."

"What does?"

"Your hands under my ass."

"Oh my god..." He breaks into an amused grin and shakes his head. "I'll try grabbing tighter okay?" He goes in again and this time you bite your lip to keep yourself under control. Why are you being so squeamish? Get it together!

Jungkook's able to get your feet off the pavement this time but it's like you can't help it—you start fits of laughter again.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this today..." He sets you back on your feet and you lean your head into his chest, hands gripping his shirt. You're embarrassed at the random strangers who pass by, whether by foot or car, chuckling at the two of you, you specifically.

"No, I really want to do it," you muffle, head still buried between his pecs. "Give me a second."

Jungkook strokes your back and then brings his hands to your shoulders. "Look at me," he commands softly. "It's no big deal okay? It's just a silly thing."

"It's not silly!" You flash your eyes up at him. "I think I'm more ticklish than I thought I was. Here, let's try a third time okay?" You nod, back away from him, and give a thumbs up. You then stick your arms straight out, signaling to him that you're ready to be serious this time.

Your husband smiles at your cuteness and reaches to pick you up again. When you squeal for the third time in a row he grunts in playful irritation.

"My god, this wife of mine!" He grabs your face and starts pecking your lips repeatedly. "Just...let...me...kiss...you," he says between pecks.

All previous giggling goes out the window after this—both of you euphoric from the kissing. Your husband takes it as his queue to try lifting you up one last time and this time he's successful.

"See, you look so beautiful like this," he tells you, nothing but pure happiness on his face. "I could stare at you forever and not once get tired."

"Happy birthday my love." You cup his face from your higher position, lean down, and kiss him not a minute later as more random strangers clap in the background.

Apparently, you have more of an audience than you realized.

no reposting, copying, or translating my work– © kookslastbutton

“After listening to your friend’s story about how awesome it feels to sit on your boyfriend’s lap, you want to try it yourself. Jungkook is more than willing to offer his lap to you, even it makes his face burn up and his heart race like crazy (and maybe get his dick hard, but don’t tell anyone).

Alternatively: Maybe sitting on your boyfriend’s lap isn’t as innocent as you may have thought it would be.”

~ Requested by two anonies ~

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Gerne: College!AU, established relationship!AU, domestic!Fluff, Smut

Warnings: shy but horny!Jungkook, shy but horny!Reader, they both think the other is in charge which ends up with them being two needy subs grinding on each other, so much domestic sweetness, listen it’s so cute, making out, lap sitting, thigh riding, she rubs his cock over his clothes, grinding, she grinds her pussy on his cock, unprotected sex in the sense that he cums on her without a condom on but dw they are both clean & on birth control, cuddles for aftercare

Wordcount: 4.1k

a/n: I combined these two requests and decided to go with the Sense of Innocence!couple because they fit them really well. This is so adorable and cute and gosh, I love writing for them. They are both such sweethearts. Enjoy my lovelies, this is also my B-Day present for Koo 💗

You are hanging out at Jungkook’s place today. It is raining outside. The skies were grey and on the roads little rivers of fallen water were making their way downtown.

You don’t mind the weather. Not only because you love rainy weather, but also because Jungkook’s place was really cozy. He has his heaters on at their highest level, keeping the apartment nice and toasty. His diffuser was on as well, soaking the air in a sweet and perfectly faint vanilla scent. He even turned on his galaxy lamp. It is barely visible right now, as you not only have the lights on, but it’s also still bright outside. It still gave the room a slight colourful hue to it, which was nice.

Jungkook is playing Animal Crossing on his TV while you are next to him, playing on your phone.

Your feet you have buried under his thigh, using his body heat to keep your toes warm. Every now and then you can feel Jungkook caressing the back of your calf as a reminder that he was there and you were there and while he was busy with gaming he still thought of you. It was a nice reminder.

Right this moment you received yet another text from your classmate and friend Jia giving you dating advice.

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࿐ྂ who wants her? | v.h.

          —  pairing: vinnie x reader           —  word count: ~200           —  summary: snoozin’ while vinnie’s chattin’

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“Yo, chat. Lemme show you something…”

Vinnie adjusts his phone’s camera, focusing on his beloved lump-of-a-girlfriend (you), curled within those coal-grey bedsheets, and not to mention his favorite tanned feline is snug at your side, tail curling and swaying.

“Chat, tell me why this lil woman waltzed in here like she owned the place, kissed and loved up on my cat, used my bathroom, and then fell asleep in my bed? Look, look…”

He zooms in on your visage, pretty as you are, even when you’re snoozin’ away like this.

“She’s kinda drooling, though. Ew. Who wants her?”

It takes two seconds for Vinnie’s comment section to flood with a barrage of fans playfully claiming you for themselves, though his gaze tries to skim through the blur of words. 

“Nah, none of you can actually have her, chat. I’m sorry,” he’s quick to retract his false offer, and he leans down where his lips fall gently against the warmth of your forehead. Vinnie’s sweet, sweet kiss lingers to wish a good night’s rest upon you before he decides to withdraw, grinning wide for the absolutely frenzied live chat as he admits in earnest:

“I think I’d fall apart without her.” 

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cuando le dice papi AASDVDSAAAAA

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Obsesión Drabble #1 — The Piercing

✔︎ Summary: you've been dating Jeon Jungkook for five months now, but you are still surprised when you realize nothing is enough for him when it comes to prove him your love, so you do what seemed to be more reasonable: you get a piercing on his name. ✔︎ Sequel to: Obsesión One-shot (read here) ✔︎ Word Count: 3.1K ✔︎ Trope: Yandere! Rugby player! Jungkook x latina! hispana! reporter! female reader ✔︎ Warnings: mentions of a fan harrasing oc, jealousy, insecurities, lack of communication, jk is still an ass (nothing new), body perforations, navel fetish, dirty talk, bigd*ckjk!, rough sx, oral sx (f receiving), unprotected sx (this is obsesión jungkook, he's an animal), domjk!, subreader!, degradation, praise, fixation with foreigners, creampie, aftercare. ✔︎ thvlouvre's note: Surprise! 🙈🙉, it's me again with an actual plot and idea and not a teaser OMG! 😱 hope you all enjoy this, because I did enjoy writing these two idiots together once again xd, I would like to dedicate this one drabble to the lovely and kind @lilliankoo for helping me with the tags and other advices! go and follow for great fic recs! ✨ ✔︎obsesión's marterpost | main masterlist

The neon light flashing inconsistently greeted you in a green bright color. The local seemed empty almost, and you verified it was the right place by looking at the address. Yes, you were in the right place. 

Danger Tattoo and Piercing Shop.

You went inside with the images of your last fight you had with Jungkook two days ago, the one that was the detonate for you to make an appointment and get your body pierced. You really hated the idea at first, because you hated pain, but the more you thought of the sacrifices you wanted to make for him and his smile the braver you got. 

Jungkook was upset with you lately because you have officially been dating privately for three months already, five if you count the two moths of your indecision when you hesitated about establishing your relationship with him but couldn’t stop sleeping together. 

He was ready to scream your love and tell everybody that after what seemed an eternity, he finally had you for his own, his little lost kitten. You also wanted to say to the world that Jeon Jungkook  was taken and it was you the lucky one, but after the second month of your entrance to Dope Sports TV, the producer of the show ask you to publicly say you were single, because with your great physique and  stunning face you could attract new audience and make men get delusional with you. 

Jungkook understood at first, he was happy for you. He really felt proud of you for having the success you were having on TV, but also for himself, because the channel’s CEO didn’t have the opportunity to mock about Jungkook’s plan for making you a star; just a couple of months and you were a hit, increasing the show’s rating and popularity. You were a rising star with your fresh ideas and professionalism. 

It was during the last moth that everything went downhill for the two of you. You started to receive letters, fan letters and presents. There was this one specific fan that sent you chocolates, flowers and nudes. Yes, naked pictures of his body were delivered alongside the gifts and since the boxes had his address you could report him with the police department. 

Jungkook didn’t think of that, that there would be other people, men, obsessing over you just like he did. He never thought that you getting exposed would threaten his place as your man, and that it was exactly what the producer of the show wanted to happen. He also never stopped to think you will be the first foreigner reporter in television which would only make you stand out even more. 

More letters started to appear, more fanboys desperate for your attention and more of Jungkook’s tantrums when the mail got delivered to your apartment. 

“Jungkook, they don’t have a chance, there’s nothing you should be feeling jealous about, ok?” you tried to calm him when he saw a tulip bucket on your living room. 

“Throw them away!” He asked. 

“I will, just if you promise me you will calm down, I want you, not them, sólo tú…” you recently discovered that talking to him in spanish would relax him, when he couldn’t sleep you would sing in spanish for him on his ear and he would fall asleep in your arms. It was also like an aphrodisiac, one sentence that included the word ‘papi’ and he was already taking his pants off. 

“It’s been three fucking months of hiding, they already have their rating and all that shit, why can’t we make our relationship public?” He said a couple of days ago, during your last fight.  

“Charlie said we need to wait a little longer, and try to make it seemed like we met after I got the job, otherwise the viewers could feel scammed, he said probably when I get the chance to interview you during the next season…”

“That’s ridiculous, the next season for rugby is in seven fucking moths, I can’t wait that long” he spitted, not believing he got himself into this. He should have never humored it, he was a selfish idiot, but he should have keep you locked in that mediocre school newspaper you were working, where everything people could see from you was your name. 

“Jungkook please, it’s my job, what do you want me to do?”

“Say you’re mine, grab your phone and take a picture with your mouth full of me” you got excited, because for a weird reason Jungkook was the type of man that gets horny when he is also angry, that combination leaded to a lot of argues and their long reconciliation of angry sex sessions that left you with a wide smile and you giving him the reason. 

“I actually would love to, but not when I just got the job” you sounded sad, feeling guilty because you and new job were the reason of his distres. 

“I don’t like that you walk around with people being unaware you belong to me, I know you’re faithful to me, I just don’t like people wanting  what’s mine to desire only” he managed to say when he was a little less angry, but his voice sounded broken, like he was about to cry. That usually then to happened to him, when a situation was out of his control, he would tear a little out of frustration. 

“Jungkook…” you tried to hold him closer to you, but he stepped back.

“I guess we should meet again in seven months, when the season begins again” and he leave to his room, leaving you in the kitchen, alone and brokenhearted because you would not allow him to be mad at you. You throw everything to the trash: the tulips, the letters, the chocolates, the personalized gifts and found a way to change your delivery to your office inside the channel’s offices, where Jungkook would never see them. 

The next day you thought about all the ways you could declare your love to Jungkook physically, without actually making a statement or let a paparazzi drop pictures of both. You wanted something discreet, something just you and him would know, and something he would like and could find romantic. 

You first thought of a tattoo, but there was a clause in your contract that if you get any tattoos they needed to be in a place that didn’t appear on screen and you wanted Jungkook to see it every time he turned on the TV to watch your show. The clause didn’t say anything about getting pierced thought. 

You thought about all the times Jungkook had said to you while making love how much he loved your belly button, before eating you out he would trace a road of kisses and hickeys from your neck to your belly, and your navel always got special attention. 

“Even your belly button is perfect” he said licking and pecking that area for a little longer before kissing you in your folds. It had become some sort of ritual between the two, him tracing the kisses to your stomach and you enjoying his tender strokes. That was it, you would officially make that part of your body his, having a dangling chain that had his name on it. 

So now here you were, inside the local, on the chair preparing yourself for feeling pain. You had picked a big piercing with a heart shaped pendant, pink jewelry adorning the first stone, but when you turned around the heart, to the face that was touching the skin, you could see a personalized message. 

You ask them to get your boyfriend’s named engraved on it and his team's number. Jeon Jungkook 01.

“You ready?” The perforator ask you before nailing the needle on the upper skin of your belly. You tear out a little, but after you stand up you went directly to the mirror and checked how it look. It was the perfect combination between provocative and sweet, he would love it. 

You went to your house to wash out and change your clothes, well, your coat. The only outfit you picked was a black satin lingerie set that was adorned with pink ribbons, it matched your heals and your new piercing. After getting all ready for him, you went directly to his house, not even bothering when he texted you shortly about picking food in your way back. Well, your belly was the snack. 

“__?” You heard him say from his room when you push the door closed when you finally made it to his house “You’re home?” 

“Yes, baby, I’m here!” you said happily, before adding “Hey, can you please come here, Kookie? I have something to show you!” 

“Is it dinner?” He asked carelessly, the bitterness still leaking in his voice because he was still upset about the argue you two had two days ago. 

The thing was that Jungkook wasn’t mad to you at all. How could he be mad at you? For being beautiful and desirable? He was mad because he gave you wings and now there was a chance someone might stole you away from him, he should have seen it coming, woman in the sports world aren’t taking seriously and the CEO knew it, but you were different. You always have been especial, you were brains with face. And also with a beautiful personality. And a nice ass. And an innocent smile. Well, everything about you was perfect, even your nose that you hated so much. 

He was mad at himself, because he let his desperation win him over and lead you to his end. He dug his own grave. 

“No it’s not dinner” you shouted from his living room, and even when Jungkook knew he was being an asshole, he truly didn’t feel like moving from his bed where he was playing video games just to see what you had, especially if it wasn’t food “Jungkookie?” 

“What?” He shouted back “I’m busy right here,__. What do you want?” 

He heard your steps coming down the hallway to his bedroom, and ignored the door opening. He didn’t turned to see you until you switch the light on and he protested because in the lack of your presence the whole day, he stay inside with the lights off stick in front the tv. 

“I have to show you something” you said innocently, moving in front of him to cover whatever the tv was playing. 

“What is it?”

You unbuttoned your coat, and played with the slacks of it, letting him see glimpses of your creamy skin. Jungkook quickly noticed you had nothing on underneath that coat, and he panicked, you didn’t catch a taxi walking around the city like that, did you? 

“I want to show you my peace offering” your mellow voice enchanting him once more. 

“You’re peace what?” He was not thinking anymore, he got his sight lost in the smooth skin of your tummy and started to fantasize with the limited piece of fabric he could see through the slack of the coat. 

“You’re right, Jungkook. The public should know we have a relationship, you and I should be very proud of the way we found each other, but I can’t lose my job it would be like letting them win, don’t you think?” And he nods erratically, feeling his jaw drop with hunger just when he catches your smell. Honey and flowers. 

He stared to move closer, taking off his headphones and throwing them with the control away. He grabbed you by the waist, his hands caressing you through the coat’s fabric. 

“So, I found a way to trick them” you laughed and he swore he felt his chest melt when you did it, he still found himself arguing inside his mind about what sounds of yours he preferred: your sweet voice, your nasty moans or your tender laugh. 

“You did, baby?” He felt himself surrending and loosing his pride first, already turned on to deny you. 

“Yes, look…” and you finally let your coat fall off your shoulders, the black and pink lingerie displaying for him. He looked at you quickly, but something shining and dangling captured his eye before he could drink every inch of your very clean self. 

Your belly. You had a pendant on your belly. Your belly button. 

It was pink, silver and bright, very much like you and it was perfect. The heart shaped pendant moving with every breath you would take. He also notice the redness around the area, it wasn’t too scandalous, but he did see the contrast of the pink flesh against the natural color of your skin. 

“Oh,___, fuck” he cursed down his breath, placing his hands on your hips carefully, as if you would scream of pain if he touched you too near that zone. 

“Come on, baby, take a look closer” you teased and he narrowed his eyes to see the navel, but when he turned around the silver heart he read his name and his number he couldn’t breathe. You really took his name and his number and nailed to your body, your belly button to be exact. 

“I know how much you love my belly, so I will always have you in it, even when you’re not with me” you added and he couldn’t do anything but to stare at you “I will always show it for you on tv, and just you and me will know, it would be our secret”

“Our dirty little secret” he repeated. 

“Te regalo mi cintura…” you said in Spanish and miraculously he understood. Your waist and his belly was his. “It’s yours” 

He closed his eyes and stick his tongue out to eat your navel out, licking it slowly. You moaned, the sensible flesh, the resent wound burning in pain and pleasure. “Jungkook…” and he responded with a bunch of kisses and pecks in your tummy, repeating the words yes and mine.

He didn’t even bother to take you out of your lingerie, he just moved the panties to the side and stared to kiss and caress as he usually do, but his index finger never left the metallic heart that swing in your belly, he couldn’t believe he actually made you pierce his named in your skin. You were crazy, absolutely and stupidly crazy and he loved you for that. 

“Look at you,” he said taking your boobs out of the bra cups and watching them bounce “they aren’t women like you in here, not from where I am” he moaned, and low-key thanked God they weren’t because he would be falling in love every week. 

“Your body is the closest thing to perfection I swear, they don’t make women like you no more” and continued his attack on your folds, the movements of his lips crashing with your entrance made you nothing but even more turned on “and now you just marked yourself for me, you marked your body so everybody will know who owns you” 

“Yes!” You agreed loudly when he stared to trace circles in your clit. 

“They will see my name on it and back off, they will know who licks and sucks not just your belly but the rest of your body, who’s property is this” and he devoured you after his statement. He was burning, he didn’t even bother to take off his pants. As soon as you came he made sure to stick his cock out, his hard and hot length ready to be buried in you all night. 

He was so big and you were so small, he will stop entering until he could see his massive cock out in your tummy, reaching the piercing from the inside.  He sinks in as soon as he can get you underneath him, forgetting about breathing because, who needed oxygen if you had him topping you?

"I love you" you said devotedly, and he kissed your nose with a tender look on his eyes.

"I know baby, I love you too"

"I don't want anybody else, just you, you got to understand that" you reassured him and he started to thrust you to the rhythm of your words and his moans "Look at me Jungkook, I won't leave"

"Hell you won't" he answered you "I'd rather take off my own eyes before see the day you leave" he was being aggressive and fast and you were losing your mind because deep inside you, you knew no one did you like Jungkook did, as if it was the last time always.

"But I'm glad I kept my eyes because I can get to see your slut mark, my pretty little whore who got herself perforated for me" you squirm to his words, and when he saw how close you were he licked your nipples hard.

"Imagine they're pierced too" you managed to say and he felt his cock growing larger with the invented image of your nipples pierced with a pendant each one as well. Jungk and Kook.

His imaginations plays him wrong and his thrusts were being irregular, so he placed his thumb on your clit to add extra pressure to the area and accelerate your orgasm. He looked down a little, just to see if he could spot his cock just the way he wanted, and just when you started to came his penis stretched after the juices of your climax poured on his length and for two seconds he could see his piercing being touched by him.

You stayed linked together for several minutes, your breathes colliding in each other's sweaty skin and both of you smiling like horny teenagers. Every time you make love with Jungkook was better than the last time, you thought.

You touched his heavy and wet black hair and he hugged you after finally changing the positions.

"Did you liked it?" you asked and he laughed as stupid as it sounded.

"If I liked it?" he huff, looking you mesmerized "Baby I love it, I can't even remember why you didn't have one when I met you"

"You're a bad influence, Jeon" you snorted, placing your head above his chest, feeling the tiredness coming for you after a long day a reconciliation sex session.

"Fuck, I know I am" he said to himself remembering why he was tired as well; after all, hiding the body of the man that had been sending you pictures of him was very, very exhausting. But he was glad he hide it well, and that he wouldn't be bothering you and him never again.

✔︎ thvlouvre's p.s. yes, I know you can't lick a navel when it's new, and that your first belly piercing should be a small one, but oc is fearless and imprudent so she got the JK pendant and all, ok? 🫦 also do not do try at home whatever these two did, please, i don't take any responsibility. I feel like I'm starting to show how crazy this jk is, when I tell you this is just the tip of the iceberg 💀...

me hace acordar a mi novio y a mi d chiquitos me voy a morir de amor jajdjqjsjaja 💘💘💘

just a little thought about fetus!harry and yn sneaking out of class to make out in the bathroom <3

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

"Christ, where did yeh learn to do that?" Harry asks, moaning at Y/N's kisses on his neck.

"YouTube."

It was embarrassing how quickly she turned him on, but it was understandable given his age and their hormones. Besides, she was the prettiest girl in the world, so that didn't help.

They're in the last cubicle of the girls' restroom instead of being in Biology class like everyone, but this was more fun, and Y/N didn't know what it was, but the fact that they could be caught only motivated her more.

She clings to her boyfriend's uniform sweater before he pulls her away, and she's about to ask, but he locks his lips on hers again.

The kiss is messy and inexperienced. They'd recently discovered what it was to make out and tried to do it every time with the excuse that it was "for practice".

The curly boy feels his heart pounding, he's been in love with her for more than a year and the fact that she's now his girlfriend and he can kiss her only makes him shudder with happiness. Y/N can't believe it either, she strokes the hairs of his neck as she sits on him on the toilet seat, and she wants to keep this moment in her heart forever, for the future.

Y/N breaks away for a second to whisper. "I wish we could make out forever."

Styles laughs, moving his kisses to her neck. "We will, want you to be the only one fo' me."

"Yeah?" She asks, her features revealing what her heart feels after hearing him. "I also want you to be the only one for me, H."

"Good, cause I don't think this is just a crush. I know we're kids but...–" He whispers. "I– I think I want you forever."