Okay, It Should Be Out Sometime This Weekend

I binged bridgerton season 3 and…

DID ANYONE ELSE NOTICE HOW COLIN USED HIS CLEAN FINGERS TO FIX PENELOPE’S DRESS??? COME ON😭😭

…yes please😳

Tattooed Hearts V

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

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Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV *** Why did you think he’d change? Just because he was nice to you in the flower shop? How naive could you be? You’d walked into the tattoo parlour, it being unusually empty. Walking around a little, you tried to find someone, a customer, RM, V, anyone. But all you were met with, was Jungkook fucking some woman in the break room. You froze, staring at the girl being pounded into. She looked at you, exaggerating her moans even more when she saw you. You clenched your jaw and walked out, not wanting to deal with this today. Not knowing where to go, you wandered around Main Street, trying to get the image of him and the woman out of your head. Your face was wet…why was it wet? Oh god, you were crying over him again. Lock him out, keep him locked out, never let him in again. *** Laying on the couch in your apartment, you stared at the ceiling. You felt numb, curious on why he had such an effect on you. The voice in your head was calling you an idiot for letting him in again. Who did she think she was? Jesus Howard Christ, you were a stupid little girl that got jealous over a player! Why were you so rung up about some stupid guy that can’t keep it in his pants-! Your doorbell…who the hell was ringing your doorbell at 9:30 at night? You stood up, pulling your pj shirt down, looking through the peephole on your door. Oddly, no one was there…you opened your door, feeling and hearing a loud thud onto your floor. “Jungkook?!” You yelled, seeing the man lying on your floor, eyes half-opened. “Hey, pretty girl…” He mumbled out, running a hand through his hair. He sat up, leaning on your doorway. “What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, confused, angry and possibly even a little happy. Jungkook tilted his head up to look at you, giving you a hazy and drink smile. “M’missed you…you looked s-so good in that long thing you were wearing in the flower home…” He missed you…? No, stop it, he’s just drunk. “My long thing…? My dress? What…? Jungkook, why are you here?” You used your foot to move his legs so you could close your apartment door. He laughed, gently grabbing your leg, resting his head on it, “Missed you…needed…needed to see you…” Jungkook nuzzled your leg with his head, pressing his lips to it. “Jungkook, you’re drunk…possibly high. You don’t know what you’re saying. How’d you even get here? It’s too long of a walk from here to your place.” Okay, maybe you remembered how to get to his place from that one time he called you in the middle of the night, looking for a quick fuck. “Baby, I know what I’m saying…miss you…miss your pussy…miss your love…” He mumbled against your leg. Why hadn’t you pulled him off yet? Why hadn’t you kicked him out? Was it because you get bad? God, he looked adorable right now…but what were you gonna do with him? He can’t stay the night! But you have no way of getting him home. Fuck, why was your life so hard all of a second? “Okay, get up. Let-…no, let go of my leg!” You tried to pry him off of your leg, causing you to almost fall. Use your legs, that was the one thing you learned from the gym when lifting things. Struggling, you looped your arms around his waist, trying to pull him up to stand, but he was stronger and he pulled you down. He pulled you down into his lap. “You smell so good, baby…always so sweet…” Placing his head on your shoulder, he closed his eyes. “No! No! Open your eyes! You are not sleeping on my floor!” You wiggled yourself out of his lap, grabbing his arm, dragging him across the floor. At first glance, he didn’t look heavy, but I guess having all those muscles adds to it. Groaning, Jungkook tried to move your hands away, not liking the feeling of being dragged across the floor. “Ow, hurts….m’into that.” He smirks up at you. You drop his arms instantly, “ Stand up, Jungkook. I can’t drag you to my room.” Holding your hands out for him to grab. “Ooo, taking me to your room already?” He smiled drunkly, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He grabbed your hands, pulling himself

to stand up, stumbling into you. “You could at least wine and dine me first.” You’ve already done that to me. You sighed, taking his hand and leading him to your room. He threw himself onto your bed, cuddling up with your pillows. He fell asleep pretty quickly, most likely unaware of his surroundings. You sat down on the floor, looking up at his sleeping form on your bed. Why’d you come? Why didn’t you go to the other girl? Staring at him made tears well up into your eyes, you never should’ve looked at him. He was bad for you, like a parasite you couldn’t get rid of. Something that kept infecting you and burning you to the floor. You shouldn’t have even let him in tonight. “So pretty…su..such a good girl…my baby…” He mumbled in his sleep, you stood up, walking out of your room. Even in his sleep he talks about the other woman. Why try to be friendly when all he does is play you? Just shut up, keep your pretty poison lips shut. You’ve poisoned me enough. *** Rubbing your temples, you stared at the TV in front of you, listening to Lindsay ramble on and on. “He’s in your bed?! Like, right now he’s laying, in YOUR bed?? Oh my god, Y/N, did you sleep with him? Girl, I told you to find other dick! You can do so much better!” You shushed her, “Keep your voice down. I didn’t sleep with him, he showed up drunk last night at my door. He wouldn’t leave. So I let him in and put him in my bed.” You were running off of caffeine, two hours of sleep and a full season of Gilmore Girls. “How does he even know where you live?” She asked sceptically, placing her hands on her hips and looking you up and down. “One of the nights we were drunk and horny, my place was the closest. We came here.” Looking up at her, it posed a question, why did he still remember where you lived? “And he still remembers? Girl, I don’t know if that’s cute or stalker-ish.” “I don’t even want to think about it.” You rubbed at your eyes, the lack of sleep was making it hard to think about the fact you had Jungkook in your bed. The door creaked open, revealing a sleepy looking Jungkook. He walked out and paused, looking between you and Lindsay, then at his surroundings. Lindsay cleared her throat, pointing towards the door, “I’m gonna head out…I’ll see you later, Y/N.” With that, she escaped the situation. Why was god always on her side? Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, looking towards you. He cleared his throat, “Morning…” holy fuck, his voice was deep and sultry. That alone was enough to make your panties damp. “Can you get out of my house now?” You more so told him than asked, standing to motion towards the front door. “Sure, but don’t you want me to stay a little longer? Maybe some head would get you out of this sour mood.” He quipped, smirking slightly. “Sour mood? Sour mood?! You came to my house at 10 last night, drunk as a pig! Pushing yourself into my house, pleading you missed me and needed me! I dragged your sorry ass from the front to my bedroom, allowing you to sleep in my bed and stay the night, and you’re telling me I’m being sour? You’re lucky I let you in! I could’ve shut you out and called the police, telling them some drunk showed up at my apartment! It’s weird enough you remember where I live, I don’t need you coming into my home! You could’ve gone to that other woman’s house, but nooo, you came here! So quit telling me I’m sour, when I’m the one that let you in even after all the shit you’ve done to me!” Your ramble left him stunned, staring at you with utter shock. He wanted to say things, apologize, talk it out, but no words came out. You scoffed, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door, opening it and pushing him out. “Stop coming to me when you’re high.”

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@junecat18

Pervert! Neighbour! König X Neighbour! Reader

when getting your new house, you didn’t expect to be living next to some hot military man. Oh no. It was quite the opposite actually…this was like a once in a lifetime opportunity! So when you saw the almost inhuman, tall man getting mail from his mailbox, you almost toppled over.

now, now- of course you’ve tried to talk to him! But sadly, your words get caught in your throat and you play it off as if you’re doing something else! Stupid. So after a while, you stopped trying, giving up and trying to get on with your daily life. So when doing chores, you played your music loudly, eventually getting distracted by the song and completely forgetting about the mopping that had to be done. You swung your hips, getting low to the floor, whipping your hair around, doing dramatic movements that made you feel like a hot bitch. But when the song ended and you grabbed the mop again, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw the tall man staring at you through his window with a dazed look on his face. He smiled at you and gave a small wave, walking off so he was out of view. Your face was covered with blush as you grabbed your mop and vowed silently to never do that again.

Meanwhile, your lovely next door neighbour König, vowed silently to himself that he would ask you out one day…and also not jack off to you swaying your hips like that as he imagined you riding him. I mean, he came hard, of course he looked dazed!

Please tell us you have some thoughts on enemy!ghost hate fucking reader

love ur work so much wish I could pick ur brain (endearing)

please pick my brain🙏

hate is passion, so that means hate sex is full of passion. I mean - it takes a lot out of a person to hate someone else! Sooo, Simon hate fucking you after seeing that you almost got shot- OOOFFF

this man would be rutting into you from behind, fisting your hair in his right hand while his left is around your throat, pulling you back into him. He’s fucking into you like he’s trying to drill a hole through you. Of course, you’re an absolute mess, cum dripping down your thighs, sweat lightly gracing your skin, and that intoxicating blush that litters your cheeks.

"This is all you’re good for, just a hole for me to fuck. Bein’ all useless out on field, can’t fucking keep yourself safe. Stupid little girl." The things he’s saying to you as he brings you closer to your climax makes you insane! You can hear his low and guttural grunts as his thrusts begin to become sloppy. He was close. With a few more thrusts and the feeling of the chub at the bottom of his abdomen slapping against your lower back and ass drives you over the edge.

he isn’t very keen on giving you aftercare after. He pulls on his uniform once again as you laid on the bed naked and shivering. He would catch glances at you, unmoving and silent, once fully dressed though, he would crouch on the foot beside your bed. He gripped your jaw tightly making you look at him. “Never put yourself in a position like that again.”

when he left, you felt alone. But there was an odd feeling…his words, the way he fucked you…there was passion. And passion was a dangerous thing, it was something that could be lost in just a few seconds.

Man something I've really been into ever since I've read it is piercings. So Ghost having tongue and c*ck piercings?

You were sat in his lap, mewling from how he touched you. His fingers circled around your clit, playing with the small nub. He dipped his fingers down to see how wet you were - to a normal person, you’d be wet. But to Ghost, you were practically dry as a desert. You had wetness all over your thighs, but it wasn’t enough for him.

Ghost pulled you out of his lap and pressed you onto the bed. He pressed your legs open, pulling up his balaclava to show his mouth. You looked down between your thighs to see a quick shine of silver, your brows furrowed before you felt his warm tongue press against your slit. It was a familiar sensation you’d grown to love, except for the fact that mixed with the warm touch, you felt a cold sensation every once in a while. You whine his name, gasping and pulling at the balaclava to get him to look up at you.

His dark brown eyes that were full of lust looked up at you, his chin was covered in his spit and your juices. You couldn’t form words so your hands weakly reached to brush against his lips, pressing a small kiss to your finger tips. He knew what you were trying to do, find out what that feeling was.

“Stop it, doll.”

now, when he pressed himself into you, your mouth fell open as you held yourself up by having your arms around his neck. He grunted into your neck as he pressed into your pussy. Small tears fell out of your eyes as you felt new feeling in your most sensitive spot. You were shaking your head as he kept thrusting into you, he grabbed your jaw and made you look at him.

“C’mon, love, I know it feels too good. Moan, baby. Let me know how good my cock feels in your tight cunt.”

like always, you came, but it was so much better than before. When he pulled out and cleaned you up, you finally got the courage to ask why it felt so different compared to usual. He let out a low chuckle and picked you up, sitting you in his lap as he covered you with a blanket. He told you about the new piercings he got, showing you them. The tongue on was hot. But the cock…oh god, the cock piercings made you go feral. Normally, it would be him worshipping you and how beautiful you are - but right now, you were on your knees, licking at his tip, taking as much of his cock as you could down your throat. You were making him whine and whimper now…the rare time he would actually be submissive.

pathetic! König is my all time favourite

like this man is laying in bed asleep with you and he wakes up in the middle of the night, whimpering and pawing at your shirt. You wake up and look at him groggily, he’s looking at you with his baby blue eyes, pulling at your shirt.

“N-need…need y’tit…” he begs quietly, pulling your shirt up.

when you pull it all the way off, he’s latched onto your nipple like a leach! He’s sucking away and biting softly, licking at your sore and abused nipples. The poor colonel couldn’t sleep unless he was sucking on your nipple. He would lazily grind his cock onto your thigh as he sucked, your hand gripping his hair, letting him know you still have the power. When his hips start to stutter, you whisper praise into his ear.

“Good boy. Such a dirty boy that needs to cum to sleep. Such a pathetic slut.”

your degrading words made him cum in his boxers, allowing you to feel the slick and white seed paint his boxers. He ended up falling asleep still sucking your nipple, he’d be in a world of punishment tomorrow for waking you up to get off and not even take care of you.

anybody else have that one person who they wish gets everything they've ever wanted and finds someone who will make them the happiest ever but gets upset because you realize it won't be you?

no…? Just me? …okay

this man in scrumpdillyicious

[29/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

”I just slid my dick down your throat…and you thanked me.”