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firefly--bright · 1 year ago

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Hi there! Saw your drabble prompts, and if I may, could I request one for Jean Kirstein using the prompts 2 and 5?

like the movies.

jean kirstein x gender neutral! reader (modern au)

summary : Jean's niece is a sweet handful. thankfully, jean has an extra pair of arms to help him.

prompts : (2) "you do have a stupid face" & (5) "i really do love you"

a/n : hi! again, so sorry for replying so late :/ i didn't know what genre you wanted this to go to, so i decided for fluff :D hope you like it anon! thank you for requesting <3

tagging : @mrsnobodynobody @holding-ishu-and-a-book

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! i dont know the credits to the art in the middle so please lmk if you do so i can credit them!! i found it on Pinterest. !

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the weekend couldve gone way better than it was going right now - Armin had invited you and jean to the beach as a double date with him and Annie - but no, instead you and jean decided to take on babysitting duties for jean's niece. it was a nice offer from Armin, one that you were currently mourning, but you were also looking forward to babysitting Sophia.

jean wasn't. he whined and begged for you to reconsider, saying that even if he loved Sophia with all his heart, he'd much rather relax and take a swim in the ocean than clean up after a toddler's mess.

but, here he was, cleaning up after a toddler's mess, as the said toddler clung onto his calf, rendering jean's leg useless.

jean sighed, "can you please not treat me like a tree?" he asked, trying to pry Sophia's hands from their death grip on his leg.

she giggled and shook her head, like she knew what she was doing to her uncle.

you tried not to smile at his state, biting back a laugh that would match that of Sophia. jean noticed, because of course he did, and let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his head back. you were sure he said "not you too," but you ignored it, letting a laugh escape from your lips.

taking pity on him, you clapped your hands together, rubbing them as you spoke, "who wants to build a blanket fort?"

the question seemed to get a reaction from Sophia, as she immediately seperated herself from jean and made her way towards you, opting to stick to your legs instead.

you smiled as she chanted "me!" over and over again, scooping her up in your arms. she fit right in your embrace. you straddled her on your hips, and she made herself comfortable against you, resting her head on your shoulder. Julie had warned you as such, that her daughter was affectionate by nature, and seeing as though she somehow immediately took a liking to you, you were no exception to her personality.

you combed your hand through the top of her head, smoothing out her blonde hair; something she took after her father. jean walked towards you with her favourite stuffed toy in hand - a red and white stripped sock bunny that jeans mother had made for her, adorned with a pink scarf and a cute buttoned nose.

"how is it that you like them more than me?" jean asks, but he has a small smile playing at his lips. it's a teasing question, one that Sophia knows too well. she smiles sweetly, lifting her head up to look at him.

"they have a nice face," she says, and while her tone and smile are innocent, her body posseses the type of pride that only the Kirstein siblings have. you guess its genetic as you adjust her on your hip so she sits more comfortably, smiling. you look at jean too, brows raised in a challenge as well, showing him the satisfying win of having his neice on your side.

jean gasps in faux offense, placing a hand on his chest and scrucnhing his face up, "and I don't?"

Sophia laughs and shakes her head, laying her head on your shoulder again. "you have a stupid face." she says, laughing.

you try not to laugh, you really do. Evey nerve in your body is telling you to laugh, but you don't, and your brows raise so high that you're surprised that they hadn't merged into your scalp. your lips are pursed in an attempt to silence your laughter.

jean sports a similar expression, but his lips aren't pressed together. quiet the opposite, his mouth gapes at Sophia, blinking slowly.

all that can be heard are Sophia's laughs, her little body shaking on your shoulder as she does.

"who taught you that?" jean asks, but he's not angry. you don't think he'd ever be angry at her. Sophia had a soft spot in jeans heart, and he fit his role of being a doting uncle perfectly.

"uncle Connie did!" she exclaims from your shoulder, and you can't take it anymore as you, too, burst out laughing. your shoulders shake with Sophia's and jean has to bite back a smile himself, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"of course he did," you say in between giggles of your own.

jean makes up his mind to never let Connie near sophia ever again. having Connie as a childhood friend meant that for the longest time, jean thought that babies were born from eggs because Connie spewed his nonesense about it. and here he was again, spewing nonesense to his neice, who was now making her demands about how exactly she wanted her blanket fort. you nodded to her plans with the most serious face Jean had ever seen on you.

jean exhaled an affectionate smile.

"I'm going to get a start on lunch," he said, escaping from the scene before his heart would squeeze itself to his death. sure, he'd been in love with you for close to three years now, give or take, but it didn't stop his heart from fluttering like it did from the little things you'd unknowingly do.

and to think he was ever worried about you not loving him. he was so stupid, he thought, as he pulled out a package of pasta from the pantry, setting the water to boil and getting started on the sauce prep, just like his mother taught him before he left for college. it seemed so long ago now, jean as a seventeen year old fumbling over the stove, struggling to make the perfect omlete for his mother. how he grew to make those omletes so perfectly that he could probably do it in his sleep. how he grew to feed it to you that one night you fell sick, how he grew to eat it with you in your shared kitchen as the first meal you'd have in that home.

and how the both of your grew to make the apartment just that - your home. you decorated and personalised the walls and surfaces until you couldn't anymore, all of the unprofessional wall painting mishaps being covered up by some photo frame or landscape painting. he was sure your handprint graced the wall of the master bedroom in the wrong colour, which jean had found and laughed at for hours because how could you make such a noticable mistake in the boldest green paint he'd ever seen?

you ended up covering the mark up with a dresser, but not before jean painted his own hand with a brighter, almost neon, green that jean bought just for this, and printed his neon green hand right next to yours.

you arranged the coffee table and barstool chairs in the most optimal way for a blanket to be draped over top of it, as Sophia skipped to your room and grabbed the fluffiest pillows she could find. after the space had been sufficiently fortified with a layer of blankets, you pulled out the electric fan that was burried deep in your cleaning closet.

"told you I'd find a use for the fan," you said, and jean smiled even though his back was turned to you as he chopped some veggies. you both knew you didn't think you'd find a use for that shitty fan, and you only packed it with you because it had been with you through everything - your childhood room's desk, then your first dorm room's desk, and then on your second dorm room's bedside table.

you dusted your hands off, making an exaggerated action to wipe the sweat off your forehead. Sophia copied your action, mumbling a "whew!" and placing a hand on her hip, and action that you were sure she got from her mother. you smiled at her, "why don't you go check up on if jean needs your help? I'll decorate your castle till then, princess." you say, bowing your head to her as she nodded and skipped off to the kitchen.

you somehow fished out the fairy lights you had stuffed in the depths of your closet, one that you only used for special occasions. snapping the batteries into place, you turned it on to make sure they still worked, which, to your relief, they did. they were a bit old, and the wire that connected the tiny bulbs was thin enough to make you worried that it would break easily.

setting up the fairy lights inside the blanket fort, you fluffed the pillows that were placed on the floor, slipping into the kitchen after placing everything up.

if you weren't smiling before, you were definitely smiling now, seeing the warm scene play out infront of you.

jean was straddling Sophia on his hip like you were doing earlier, one of his arms supporting her weight. the other arm was creating a pretentious artwork in the name of "presentation" with the food. he explained every step he was doing to make the dish look perfect, placing a spoonful of excess sauce, dragging it to create a tail, gloating with a "ta-daa!" after he was done. Sophie clapped at that, making grabby hands for the spoon. jean handed it to her with a smile, using his large hands to guide her much smaller ones to create the perfect swoop for each of the two remaining plates. he then showed her how to sprinkle pre-shred parmesean on the plate in a way that it gracefully fell on the heap of pasta. Sophia did the exact opposite, piling the parmesean instead of sprinkling it, but jean laughed and offered her a celebratory high-five nonetheless.

your heart skipped a beat as you leaned against the kitchen's door frame, smiling softly.

jean most definitely had a soft spot for his niece. his smile was wider, warmer, softer. his eyes shone with pride as he pressed a small, gentle kiss to Sophia's forehead. it made your heart squeeze in your chest affectionately.

jean turned around, finally noticing your presence at the kitchen door. he smirked, "look who's stalking us, soph." he said, nodding at you. you held your hands up in mock surrender, entering the threshold of the kitchen.

"guilty as charged." you said, glancing down at the plates as if your didn't see them being prepared.

"who made our plates look this beautiful?" you asked, looking at Sophia, who raised her hand, "me! i did!"

"they're perfect, Sophie, almost too pretty to eat." you say, booping her nose. she laughed, "but you have to eat it!"

"well if you insist," you say, grabbing the plates and placing them on a tray. "come on, the fort's ready for your highness," you say, and jean let's her down to wander into the living room exitedly.

he pressed a kiss to your temple, and you smile at him as you exit the kitchen, jean following behind with a couple glasses balanced in his hands.

the three of your made yourselves comfortable on the now cushioned ground, and soon enough the food completely disappeared from the plates. Sophia thoroughly enjoyed her food, proven by her now sleeping body that leaned on jean's side. tangled was still playing on the tv, Rapunzel looking at the lake, Eugene looking at her, a scene you recreated in your own way as you looked at jean, his eyes still locked on the tv. tangled was, ironically, his favourite movie, and even if he claimed it was because he looked similar to Eugene, you knew it was because he was a hopeless romantic at heart. he probably had the entire script of the movie memorized by now, considering how many times he had seen it since it got released.

"i can feel you staring," he says in a hushed tone so as to not wake Sophia up.

you hum. "you do have a stupid face." you whisper out.

he looks at you now, abandoning his favourite scene in favour of your face. he scoffs, but smiles right after. "would it kill for you to compliment me?" he asks, a question he already knows the answer to.

you smile back, rolling your eyes. "you didn't let me finish the sentence."

he breathes out a gentle laugh, "there was more to that?"

"yes, you idiot." you say, turning your head to the screen of the tv again, and Rapunzel is pushing the floating lantern towards the sky now. you lean into jean's arm, your head sitting perfectly on his bicep. "i was gonna say you have a stupidly pretty face, but okay, you just hate me." you claim dramatically, shrugging with a smirk.

jean laughs again, "you-" but before he can say anything, Sophia stirs from his side. he gently lays her head on his lap, where she gets comfrtable almost immediately. the song swells, and Rapunzel and Eugene are looking into eachother's eyes, and you understand why Sophia is currently knocked out on jeans lap, snoring cutely. the pasta combined with the movie was making you close your own eyes.

you give into your temptations. the floor is comfortable, and jean's warmth is enough to relax you completely. your head rests on his arm and jean smiles down at you, taking in your closed eyes.

you always fell asleep after the song ended, even though that was when the real suspense started. he smiled gently, placing a kiss at the top of your head.

"i really do love you," he whispers, even though he knows you aren't awake to hear him or coherent enough to reply. "more than you'd ever know."

Julie unlocked the apartment later that night, using the spare key you had given her, and before she could call out to her daughter and cousin brother, she was stopped in her tracks, seeing the three of you sleeping peacefully.,jean's head rested on yours, Sophia cuddled up on her uncle's lap with her sock bunny.

Julie decided she'd tease the hell out of her brother later.

she'd take a picture of this first, she thinks.

#jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x you #aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #jean kirschtein #jean x reader

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bravewolfvesperia · 7 months ago

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His thumb brushed across the device in his hand, giving it one last look over for maybe the last time, he could only hope. Raven had this thing on his person for a little bit now but the weight of it always felt heavy in his pocket. While he never had the courage to just ditch it somewhere because spirits know what consequences that could conjure up from doing that; there was one person in the world that Raven had the utmost trust in —

" yuri. "

Raven had given a lot of thought of what to do but finally he'd made up his mind in his decision. It's almost so easy to chicken out of what he was going to do, so easy to think it was silly of himself but in reality what person would want to walk around with the switch to their heart in their pocket? Could Raven even really trust himself with it? He'd feel better with it out of his possesion.

" i have somethin' ta give you. it's, ahh . . . "

Wow, this was kinda awkward. He rocks on his heels anxiously before simply motions for Yuri to hold out his hand. A hand digs through the front of his jacket before he shoves the controller into Yuri's hand, unfortunately he supposed he had to sort of explain what it was.

" it's the controller to my blastia. alexei gave it ta me but- i.. don't.. really want it and i dunno i guess- i guess yer the next person i can really trust. with it. " Raven awkwardly clears his throat.

@altosk

This man was... literally handing the means to his life to him. Yuri knew why and in a way, Yuri could understand that Raven might not trust himself with it. The way he seemed to not even know what to do with it was concerning. Most people would lock it away and never want to look at it. Yuri would lock it away if he gave it to him. Something like this couldn't just be out. One small accident and... Raven would be dead.

He wouldn't ask if Raven was sure about this. If he was of the mind to give this to someone, he meant it. Nobody just handed something like this to someone and planned to take it back later. Both of them knew Yuri would do nothing with it - simply hide it away so Raven was never tempted to turn it off. Keep it far away from anyone who might have a grudge against Raven from some time long ago that even Yuri didn't know about.

Even holding it though was almost nerve wracking. He didn't want to ask how to actually shut it down right now because he didn't want to cause Raven an anxiety spike of any sort, but he really didn't know if even the smallest accident could be fatal. If just one wrong button push would do nothing or do everything. He would have to ask later just to be as safe as possible, but right now, he didn't want to risk Raven discomfort.

But Raven trusted him, and that was enough for now. "...Okay. I'll take care of it." Right now he didn't really know where he would put it, but... the idea did immediately cross his mind to buy a tiny vault to lock it in. One that he wouldn't tell Raven the code to get into if he didn't want to know. They didn't need something large or grand, just... a truly safe place to hide it that nobody could get into - not even by accident. Yuri would only need to open it if he needed to move the controller or the vault itself.

Though he didn't say it, he was sure Raven knew he could take it back at any time... but truthfully, Yuri hoped he wouldn't ask for it back. It didn't mean the man was going to kill himself, but... there were any number of odd implications it could mean. If they could just lock this thing away now and never have to look at it again except in cases where Yuri needed to move it and wanted to make sure nothing was pressed, that would be the most ideal.

"...I'll keep your life safe, Raven." Maybe it wasn't even for himself, but for Raven that he smiled slightly. It didn't matter, did it? He just knew they weren't the same people who kept meeting by the wayside time and again anymore. Raven could trust them now, and it was enough to tell Yuri that his heart itself had changed.

Not his blastia heart, but... he wasn't keeping them at arm's length anymore. Yuri wouldn't keep him at arms length anymore either. Yuri had his own problems that kept them from admitting to their similarities for a long time. They didn't have to be those people anymore. "Thank you for... trusting me. I want you to live a long life."

#altosk #{ ic asks }#{ verse: post canon }#/ yuri bleeding out in a thread with his actual life all over raven's hand #feat an ask of yuri literally holding raven's life in his hand. good posting hours jdkhajgfgsa /

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gnabnahc317cb97 · 2 days ago

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Street Fighter

Jeongin x Female reader

Word count: 2K

Synopsis: When your friend Jeongin shows up at your door with a black eye you insist on him explaining why he's playing real life street fighter again.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing and strong language, mentions of fighting and mild violence, oral (m&f receiving), deep throating, gagging, breath play, unprotected piv sex, rough sex, choking, strength kink, Jeongin is a little possesive, praise, pet names (good girl, gorgeous, goddess), little degradation (Jeongin calls MC his slut/whore a couple of times), cream pie. I think that's everything but if I ever miss something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

“Why the fuck do you have a black eye?!” Was, of course, the first question out of your mouth when you saw Jeongin. He sighed and walked through the door you had just opened.

“Can I come in before you start giving me the third degree, please?” You gave him just as heavy of a sigh.

“Can you not show up to my door after another fight club match with no explanation?” He gave you an incredulous look.

“I’ll tell you jeeze just let me put some ice on my face and I’ll explain everything.” You followed Jeongin into the kitchen and stood there with your arms crossed as he got a hand towel and some ice and pressed it against his face. He looked over at you and you gave him a look that said, ‘Well?’.

“Okay, okay! I was leaving the convenient store and I was on the way here when I ran into Sam.” You looked confused for a second.

“Sam?” Jeongin rolled his eyes clearly not a fan of ‘Sam’.

“Your ex.” Oh yea. You tried not to think about that one, it was bad. He was verbally abusive and he scared you. So you got away before things could get physical.

“Oh that Sam.” He nodded.

“Okay well what’s that have to do with your bl-…" You stopped and sighed.

“Please tell me you didn’t.” Jeongin grabbed the back of his neck.

“I just couldn’t help it. I thought about the last things he said to you and I saw red. I shoved him and he got a cheap shot in. We fought until a couple other guys split us up and we went separate ways.”

“Again? That's like the third time you’ve gotten into a fight with one of my ex’s. Are you gonna beat up every guy that breaks my heart?” Jeongin looked at you seriously.

“Yes...” You were about to say something but he cut you off.

“Yes, I will. Until you finally realize the guy you should have been with all along.” Your brow was furrowed in confusion again.

“Wha-what do you mean?” Jeongin put down the ice filled towel and walked over to you.

“Do you really not see...” He grabbed your hand.

“I mean I’m waiting for you to realize that I’m not agi ppang anymore. I’m a man, and I’m in love with you. It should be me you're with. I’d never treat you like any of those other guys. I’d treat you like a queen, worship you like the goddess you are.” He kissed your hand.

“I.N... I... I didn’t know you felt this way.” He took a chance and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“Well now that you do, how do you feel about it?” You put your arms around his broad shoulders and carded your fingers through the hair at his nape.

“I feel like...” He nodded a little smiling softly at you.

“I feel like I want to kiss you right now.” Jeongin chuckled and didn’t wait any longer. His lips found yours gently slotting together at first before quickly starting to nibble and trace your tongues along the others. It wasn’t long before you were grasping at each other frantically as you made out. You pulled away long enough to pull Jeongin’s shirt off over his head.

“Wait are we gon...” You cut him off with your lips.

“Stop talking and fuck me Innie.” He nodded and pulled your spaghetti strap top down, freeing your breasts then kissing you hard. You grabbed at his belt but before you could undo his button and fly he lifted your legs and wrapped them around him before slamming you against the fridge. You could feel his hard cock pressing into your throbbing core. It made you clench.

“GOD! YES! FUCK! Jeongin!” He kissed down your jaw and neck, biting a little harder each time.

“Fuck you sound so pretty. Make some noise for me gorgeous.” He bit you again, hard.

“OW! JEOn-” He rolled his hips into yours rubbing against your clit through your clothes.

“Fuck!” You grabbed two hand fulls of his hair and pulled as he started to nip his way down your neck again, more gently this time. You tugged and tilted his head back before sinking your teeth into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“Mmmm, okay, I deserved that.” You both laughed and Jeongin gripped your ass and carried you to your bedroom. He tossed you on your bed and you laughed again.

“Get those shorts and panties off.” You smirked.

“What panties?” Jeongin’s mouth watered.

“Such a bad girl. No panties? Let’s see.” Jeongin grabbed your shorts and pulled revealing you in fact did not have any panties on. When he saw your glistening folds, he licked his lips. He took his fingers and spread you open then spit on your pussy before leaning down to lick it up. Your head flew back and you moaned at the contact. His warm wet tongue slowly, gently exploring every inch of you. Going down on you was as much for him as it was for you it seemed, the way he moaned into your cunt when he gently sucked at your clit. You gripped his hair tightly again.

“Ohh my god Innie fuck! You're doing so good god please! Fingers please!” Jeongin slurped at you and pushed two fingers inside. He started slow pumping them in and out, stretching you but when he started to get really excited his tongue worked faster and he finger fucked you harder.

“Yesyesyesyessss! Holy fucking don’t stop I’m gonna cum!” A guttural growl came from Jeongin as he curled his fingers inside you pushing you over the edge. You had never cum so hard in your life. Your legs shook and attempted to trap Jeongin between them only stopped by his strong hands pinning them down to the bed. He gave you one more lick from bottom to top and then kissed his way up your body. He kissed you so sweetly and then looked into your eyes.

“How do you feel about choking on my cock beautiful?” Truthfully your mouth watered at the idea. You got on your knees and Jeongin stood in front of you. You finally unfastened his pants and pulled them and his underwear down at the same time. His cock sprung out hard and ready. You grabbed him and gently licked the tip. Then again, then again.

“Don’t tease me now, or remember, payback is a bitch.” You smiled looking up at him then took his tip into your mouth swirling your tongue around him. He patted your hair.

“Such a good girl. Go on. More.” You took more of him into your mouth sliding down the shaft of his dick, coating it in plenty of saliva. The first time you went down enough to gag on him Jeongin let out a soft moan.

“That’s it. Deeper.” He thrusted when you went down, pushing the tip of his dick deeper into your throat. You gagged again.

“You can do it beautiful, choke on it.” You hummed and Jeongin held your head as he thrusted deeper into your throat, over and over, fucking your face as you drooled, spit dribbling down your chin.

“Look up at me. Fuck! Yes my pretty little slut! Open up and let me fuck that throat.” You opened your mouth and Jeongin’s cock squelched as he punished the back of your throat. He gripped your hair tightly and then pushed you all the way down on his cock, pressing your nose into his pubic muscle and then pinching it closed. You gagged and struggled a little and he let go allowing you to pull off him.

“God damn fuck yes you are such a good girl, a fucking goddess! Get that sexy ass up on this bed I’m fucking you stupid right now!” He practically lifted and tossed you on the bed again.

“Bend over.” It wasn’t a request and you weren’t going to argue anyway. You bent over and Jeongin gave your ass a smack.

“Fuck yes my good little whore listens so well, sucks so well, I gotta fill her up good.” You nodded leaning down into the mattress, your ass perched up high for Jeongin to admire. Both hands rubbed your ass cheeks and he gave one a smack again.

“God fuck me please!” Jeongin lined up with your dripping hole and started to push the tip in. You moaned out as he sank all the way into you. When his balls were pressed against you he let out a grunt.

“You’re so fucking tight! How are you this tight gorgeous? Those assholes weren’t even fucking you right huh?” You shook your head no, honestly none of your ex’s fucked you well. If you got off it was because you were on top and you got yourself off. Jeongin had you seeing stars already.

“Don’t worry this is my pussy now.” Just like with his fingers Jeongin slowly started thrusting into you from behind. After a minute his grip on your hips tightened and he started to go harder.

“God yes fuck me like that, hard!” If you told Jeongin to fuck you hard then he was going to do just that. He started fuckin you harder your face pressing further into your mattress with each thrust of his hips into yours. He felt divine. You couldn’t speak it felt so good.

“You already fucked dumb beautiful? Hmm? Come on let me hear you.” He pulled you up so that his chest was pressed against your back and his cock was so deep inside you all you could do was scream his name in pleasure.

“JEONGIN! FUCK SO DEEP! YES!” He felt you clenching and shaking, as your orgasm approached he grabbed you around the throat with both hands and started to squeeze, when you started to get a little bit of a head buzz Jeongin let go, you took a breath and came out of nowhere.

“Good girl cum on my cock. My little whore likes it deep and hard. You like it when I choke you?” You nodded as you reached back and gripped his hair with both hands holding on while he slowly grinded up into you and you rode out your high. Once you had clarity again Jeongin whispered in your ear.

“On your back gorgeous. I wanna see my goddess’ face when she creams on my cock this time.” His breathy, raunchy words made your body erupt in goosebumps and you shivered. Jeongin pulled out and you fell onto your back and spread your legs.

“Fuck that’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your swollen cunt then pushed it inside you.

“Ohhh god yes!” Jeongin fit inside you perfectly, rubbed you in all the right places. He gripped your hips and went rough straight out the gate this time, slamming his hips into yours hard and deep. He leaned down over you, wrapping his arms around you and holding your shoulders as he fucked you harder, making you take all of him. All you could do was lay there and let him take you there. He let go of you and propped himself up over you. He slowed down and started rolling his hips, then one of his hands was wrapped around your throat again pressing with a deliciously perfect amount of pressure. Your legs started to shake and Jeongin knew you were close again.

“Go on, cum for me baby, give in, give it to me.” You exited your body for at least sixty full seconds before you felt Jeongin’s hips falter and his warm cum fill you.

“God yes beautiful fucking take it all!” You both shook and trembled through the last bits of your orgasms and then Jeongin fell on top of you sweaty and out of breath. He was heavy and crushing you.

“Innie, can’t breathe.” You both laughed and he rolled off of you.

“Sorry.” You giggled and scooted in close.

“It’s okay, you’re allowed to crush me after fucking me like that... just...” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Refrain from crushing other men because of me please. I don’t like seeing you hurt.” Jeongin nodded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

“I will refrain from crushing anyone but you.” You laughed and kissed him.

“There’s no one I’d rather be crushed by.”

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volleychumps · 4 years ago

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Hello beautiful do you by any chance know that tiktok trend when you call your partner by a different name?? Well can you have Tuskishima,Oikawa,kuroo, and if you do Astumu s/o doing that tiktok trend??I hope that helps have a beautiful day bye love!!!

Calling Them By A Different Name w/ Tsukishima, Oikawa, Kuroo, and Atsumu

Warning(s): suggestive themes/ kind of nsfw for these cocky bastards lmao- all characters are aged up!

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Tsukishima

- In all honesty you really believed that this blonde bastard wouldn’t react in the slightest to the tik tok prank you were about to pull on him

- blondie thinks he’s way too mature for tik tok (yeah one of those) and honestly wouldn’t suspect a thing-

- that is until you’re grinning at your phone a little too widely, feigning giggles and such as you swipe through your phone, when in reality you had the camera facing towards him

- when his curiosity finally peaks, he side eyes you and looks up from his assignment on his desk, at your figure laying on his bed

- “You’re creeping me the hell out.” lmfao what a dick-

- “Oh really? Sorry, Shouyou!”

- the pen in his hand stops gliding across the paper, stilling a little too quietly as you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing

- honestly has to take a good twenty seconds to process that you really just did him like that

- “Y/N.” “Eh? Yes, Tsukki?”

- “Don’t Tsukki me.” MSJDNJSKD

- in eight seconds flat his tall figure is hovering over you, hips pressing down against yours but still keeping his weight off of you as you meet his glare with an even grin, phone now laying forgotten by your side as Tsukishima’s hands find the spaces next to your head

- you were expecting a lot of things but nOT THE OUTCOME YOU WANTED SKNKJDS

- “So not only did you just call me that short annoying-ass cheeto puff’s name-” “uM rude, first of all-”

- presses his hips against yours a little more as his hazel orbs seem to darken, quieting you

- “You’re on a first name basis with Hinata? Should I step on him- just say the word and I’ll finally have a reason-”

- you feel warmth at the posessiveness in the blonde’s eyes and can’t help but lean up to peck the tip of his nose cutely

- “It was for a tik tok, love.”

- just stares at you for a minute before scoffing, satisfied with the noise that comes out of your mouth after he applies even more pressure to his hips

- “You wanted this situation, didn’t you?” “It worked, didn’t it?”

- rolls his eyes as his fingers begin to work at the buttons on your blouse

- “Just say you want attention next time, idiot.” “Alrighty Shouyou-”

Oikawa

- this pretty setter boy really just wanted to have a cute baking date with you and you pull this sHIT on him

- “Y/N-chan~ can you stir this while I go find some more baking soda?”

- awh omg don’t do this to him he just wants to eat milk bread

- “Sure thing Tobio!”

- deadass drops the wooden spoon he had been holding dramatically, jaw slackening at the name of the guy you know he despises

- “I-what? what did you just call me?” “Tooru, is everything alright?”

- pouts, as you smile sweetly into your batter as if nothing had happened before turning around to go the pantry again-

- “Don’t forget the yeast, Tobio my love!”

- lmao too far

- seems to ponder what you said for a moment before he’s suddenly in front of you, grabbing the bowl out of your hand gently before setting it down and putting a hand on the counter, trapping you in as you feel the counter dig into your back

- “What did you just call me?” His breath fans over your face as you have to stop yourself from kissing him right there because his voice dropped an octave was a stupid amount of sexy

- “Tooru?” “Don’t kid around like that, sweet girl.”

- oH SHIT we pullin out the bedroom names now???

- you bite back a giddy grin at the successful riling up of your boyfriend before your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as he sets you up on the counter, standing between your thighs

- literally breathes a sigh of relief when you tell him it’s just a prank before his chocolate orbs eye you seriously and the position you’re in

- “I will take you on this counter.” “My phone’s recording-”

- “So if I do something lewd then you can’t post this?” “Tooru no-”

Kuroo

- you literally decide to pull this prank on him in the middle of a heated makeout session in the storage locker room in the middle of the training camp with all the teams just outside the door

- you really wanted to see how your cocky boyfriend would react even if it was a risky idea

- so as Kuroo pulls away from you to trail his lips down your neck heatedly, you take the opportunity to breathe out an airy-

- “God, Bokuto!”

- almost immediately tightens his hands on your hips, a growl rising in the captain’s throat as he pulls back to eye you angrily, one of his hands coming to cup your face a tad roughly

- “Kitten, I don’t know if I heard correctly, but that pretty voice of yours just said a name that wasn’t mine, no?”

- his gentle tone contrasted greatly with his actions as you find your cheeks flushed while Kuroo begins to posessively take your lips in an even more heated kiss- grabbing your wrists to pin them above your head as his other hand begins to slip under your shirt

- “Or do I need to remind you just who you belong to?”

- “K-Kuroo...” “Uh-Uh, Bokuto’s just out those doors, so I want you saying the real thing so he can hear it.”

- “Everyone will hear...” “So? You brought this on, didn’t you?”

- smirks against your skin with heat in his pupils as he feels you shiver against him as a hand slips down your body, grinning a cat-like grin when he finally touches where you want him to

- “Tetsurou!” “That’s more like it, kitten.”

- Needless to say, no tik tok got posted that night- hence the bite marks on your chest and bruises on your neck

Atsumu

- lmao you really did him dirty while he was driving, absent-mindedly scrolling through tik tok before deciding to carry out with this risky idea as your boyfriend keeps his attention on the road

- “What’s my pretty girl smiling so cutely for? I haven’t even done anything besides be unbearably attractive.” as he rests a hand on your thigh while driving, playful smile on the setter’s features as he contentedly drives

- “I just like being with you, Osamu. Is that strange?”

- I can’t he almost crashes the car-

- “Y/N.” his hand almost immediately leaves your thigh to join the single one on the steering wheel, and you feel a surge of giggles come on at the clench of your boyfriend’s jaw

- “Yes, Osamu?”

- scoffs, smile with no humor spreading across his face before his voice quiets down to barely above a whisper

- “Try again.” “What do you mean, Osamu-?”

- parks the car in the nearest parking lot, and you don’t have time to react before your boyfriend juts your face towards his, kissing you with a fervor unknown as you find yourself whining into his kiss, only pulling back when you’re gasping for air

- “One last try.” “A-Atsumu...”

- grins, but doesn’t reach his eyes before flicking his head in the direction of the backseat, leaning in to kiss you deeply once more possesively

- “Backseat. Now. You know better than to get me riled up, sweetheart.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #Kuroo Tetsurou #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu kuroo x reader #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa torū #oikawa x reader #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu x reader

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shumaejh · 4 years ago

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𝕊𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖

ᴛᴀɢꜱ- ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴜɪᴄʜɪ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜꜱ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ, ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜꜱ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ɢʀᴏᴘɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ/ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴘᴇʀᴠ ꜱʜᴜɪᴄʜɪ, ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ

ɴᴏᴛᴇ- ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ. ꜱᴏ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

➳ Shuichi is a pervert, a huge one. He always was, and his perviness only got worse when he first met you. You were astonishing to him. Your hair, your outfits, your personality, body, looks; all if it was absolutely beautiful to him.

➳ Over time he became more obsessive and possesive towards you, getting these unexplainable urges. Urges that would send him to jail of he dare acted them out. Fortunately, he had very good self control and held back on these urges. But, all good things must come to an end, as these urges and thoughts became too overwhelming for him.

➳ He had bought his own camera just for taking pictures of you at your most vulnerable moments. Shuichi would stay right next to your window, waiting until you're sleeping, changing, masturbating, etcetera. He kept it mild, for now.

➳ But of course, he got away with these things, and due to that he started thinking that possibly he could get away with more intense things. Break-in's, stealing, touching you in your sleep.

➳ He gave into those thoughts and urges too, satisfying them as he broke into your room at night. He did that by using the window, as it was closest to you, sleeping beauty. You were so much more beautiful up close and in person, your skin so soft to the touch.

➳ He grazes his hand across your delicate skin, that touch alone sending arousal to his half-hard dick. Saihara watched as your chest raises up and falls back down, in a calming slumber, completely unaware about what's to come.

➳ Your shirt was raised up just above your belly button, to which his cold hand took to its advantage and rested on your stomach. His eyes snapped to your face as you tense in your sleep, the cold of his hand interrupting your peaceful slumber.

➳ Once you've calmed, Shuichi let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His hand was warm now due to your body heat, allowing him to trail his hand up more and more without disrupting your sleep. His thin fingers stopped at the strap of your bra, his arm had only raised your shirt up more reveaing the bottom of your bra.

➳ Shuichi licked his lips in anticipation, taking his hand out of your shirt to delicately lift the rest of your shirt up, revealing your bra in its entirety. He could see your hardened nipples through the fabric, making his cock twitch in his pants. His hand groped your breast gently, he huffs, he could barely feel a thing! Your bra was in the way!

➳ He crawled onto your bed, straddling your hips with his hands at the sides of your head. He's so close to you, bent down with his lips inches away from yours. You looked absolutely stunning. The camera he had wrapped around his neck was nearly touching your breasts, which reminded him. He needed to treasure this moment.

➳ Forunately your lamp was on, which he found absolutely adorable. You can't sleep in the dark, you poor thing~ He did his best to drive his attention to his camera, lifting it up and taking a photo of your body, making sure your breasts were in view. With a chuckle, he took the camera off his neck and placed it on the desk. Now he can do whatever he pleases without waking you.

➳ Carefully he tucked his hands under your back, undoing your bra in no time. He felt the clips of your bra fall into his palms, allowing him to remove your bra. It took some effort, but in just a few minutes your bra and shirt were tossed onto the floor, revealing your now nude top half.

➳ His breathing became uneven, he wanted to do so much to you, but he knew that he needs to take baby steps to get to that point. For now, his hands squeezed and fondled your breasts, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipples to roll them between his fingers, feeling them harden. Satisfied, he let go, your nipples now hard and begging to be sucked on.

➳ He only chuckled at this and leaned down, pressing the flat of his tongue against your rock hard nipple, giving it a light flick of his tongue. That didn't wake you thankfully, a smirk forming onto his blush covered face. His thin lips wrapped around the bud, eyes fluttering closed.

➳ His sucks on the snesitive bud were incredibly gentle, in hopes you wouldn't wake up and attempt to kick him out. All he wants to do is make you feel good, so why wouls uou kick him out in the first place?

➳ Speaking of which, he groped your other free breast with his left hand, his right going between his and your legs to press his two fingers onto your clothed folds. He wasn't expecting your shorts to be wet, popping off of your saliva covered bud to look at the somewhat noticeable stain.

➳ "Ahaha.." he laughs softly, licking your other nipple once more before heading between your legs. The scent of your arousal hit him almost immediately, though he wasn't complaining. The scent was intoxicating, and made his pants just become even tighter.

➳ He sits up onto his knees, oh so carefully taking your shorts off and tossing them with the other articles of clothing. Your panties were just the cutest, making him immediately slide those off and have a whiff. "Mmhm~ Naughty, naughty girl.." he said, noticing that your folds were drenched.

➳ Instead of tossing the panties onto the floor, he shoved them in his pocker for later, getting back down onto his stomach to spread your wet folds. "Oohh.." he hums, you masturbated before this. Oh wow, he couldn't keep his dick in his pants for much longer. Quickly he grabbed his camera and took a photo of your hole, biting his lip so hard it nearly bled.

➳ "Wow.." he admires you once more, placing the camera down onto your desk once again. Stunning, he thought. Absolutely gorgeous.

➳ He leaned into your heat, sticking his tongue out and pressing the flat of it against your slit, and flicking it upwards while making sure it hit your clit, watching it twitch. A breathy laugh came from him, his left hands thumb pressing onto your clitoral hood and pushing back lightly.

➳ "Mmh.." he mumbles, sticking his tongue out to lap up your thick juices. His heart was pounding, you tasted astonishing. Your taste alone has him rubbing himself against your mattress, you're that addicting.

➳ Gently he pushed his tongue inside of you, there being not must resistance fortunately enough. His thumb let go of your clitoral hood to press down on your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. He could tell you were slowly starting to stir, small whimpers were coming from your sleeping body. Adorable, small whimpers to be specific.

➳ "Mmmh.. w-what..?" you mumble, sitting up to see what was happening to you. Shuichi's heart skipped a beat for a moment, busted, he thought. However, he didn't stop, he just chuckled lightly, sending a spark of pleasure through your nerves. "A-Ah-! W-What are you-?!"

➳ Your hands frantically clawed at his head, desperately trying to tear him off of you. His hands went straight to your hips to hold them down, the glare he's giving you shooting daggers into your heart.

➳ "G-Get off of me you creep! G-Get out of my house!!" you yell. Unfortunately for you, Shuichi wasn't leaving until you cum. His tongue got pulled out of you to flick your clit, thin lips wrapping around the little bundle of nerves. The feeling made you go tense, "H-Hnnaaah-!"

➳ The moan drove him on, watching as you finally gave up and fell against your pillow. In all of his years being a detective, he's never seen nor heard someone give up this quick. You must want this as much as I do, he thinks. That idea alone had his cock begging to be released from the tightness of his pants.

➳ He hums against your swollen, sensitive clit, shoving two of his fingers into your clenching hole with no regard of how it'd feel. "O-Ow!! S-Shuichi--" you get cut off, his other hand lifting up and slamming down onto your thigh telling you to shut up.

➳ With a whimper, you kept quiet. You felt your high becoming closer and closer, his fingers doing a 'come hither' motion right against your g-spot wasn't helping either. You did not want to cum because of this sicko, this absolute freak, but you couldn't help it. The pleasure was just too much. You came, you came all over his fingers. Your velvety walls cleched around his slim fingers.

➳ A hum of satisfaction came from his throat, pulling off of your overstimulated clit and roughly pulling his fingers out. He was absolutely desperate for your juices, his tongue darting out to lap up your cum. Sweet like saccharine, Shuichi though. He smirked once finished, sitting up onto his knees to pull hos pants down to his knees and to take his dick out of the hole of his boxers.

➳ "G-God.. you're gorgeous," he moans out, hand wrapped around his pre-cum leaking dick. Roughly he started getting himself off to your twitching, limp body. "Y-You know.." he starts, "I-It was so tempting to.. just carve my initials into your skin, but.. you're so incredibly irresistible, my love.."

➳ His words meant nothing to you, of course. You were sure about that once you felt his warm semen shoot onto your sucked-in stomach. He came a lot, letting out a pleasured sigh. "Here.." he scoops some of his seed off your stomach with his fingers to wipe it onto your lip. Instinctively, you licked it off, which you immediately regretted; it made his half-hard dick twitch.

➳ "Haha.. it's like you're asking for more. Don't worry, love..." he kisses your forehead. "This won't be the last time."

➳ He gets dressed, takes a photo of you, and leaves. Leaving you covered in his semen, quivering.

#tw: noncon #tw: somnophilia #tw: yandere #tw: toxic behavior #shuichi x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 4 years ago

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I Could Be Your Sometimes Part Thirteen

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Notes: I hope y'all are having a good week :) Rating: Explicit; 18+ Only Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: Infidelity and sexual content.

If you dislike this, please don’t read. Thank you.

Chapter-specific warnings: Cursing; dirty talk; semi-public sex; spit as lube; possesiveness; slight dom/sub dynamics; slightly degrading language; oral sex (female receiving); vaginal fingering; vaginal sex; unsafe sex (wrap it up, kids, make good choices); creampie.

Summary: The text interactions that Neal and I had were limited to ‘how are you’ and ‘fine’; he’d tried to ask me out, and I had told him that I wasn’t going to be able to see him.

Here’s the thing about Loguidice: The guy did not know how to take a fucking hint.

He’d reached out a couple of times after we fucked. Thing was, immediately following that night, Andy and I had gotten around to doing...What we were doing. It wasn’t that it had happened because of Neal; I wasn’t some prize that the two were fighting over, this wasn’t some stupid game of tug war that the two were playing like they had been like that day at Harvey’s. Even if Neal had been under that impression somehow, there was no contest: I only wanted Andy.

The text interactions that Neal and I had were limited to ‘how are you’ and ‘fine’; he’d tried to ask me out, and I had told him that I wasn’t going to be able to see him. I hadn’t said why, but I’d implied that I was way too busy with work (which was actually partially true). How this had come up in conversation when he’d run into Laurie, I had no idea. How he’d managed to convince her that he and I had a good connection was beyond me. How she’d managed to make these plans without running them beyond Andy for a simple common sense check was beyond me. The fact that I was sitting at a table on a double fucking date? Unbelievable. After seeing Laurie’s name on my phone screen, I’d basically fallen off of Andy’s lap and run to put my robe on as if she was going to tell me that she was waiting outside of my front door, and to let her inside because she knew exactly what was going on. It was nothing of the kind, of course; she was on a shopping trip with Jacob two towns over, just wanted to see if I was available on Saturday because she had ‘a bit of a surprise’ for me. I’d laughed nervously and asked her what the surprise could possibly be, all while looking at Andy for any kind of explanation. He’d been shaking his head, just as in the dark as I was. “Well, I know you’ve been on Tinder and things lately-- And you haven’t started seeing anyone seriously, have you?” “N-No, I’m not seeing anyone--” “Well, there’s someone that really likes you, and I was thinking we could all have dinner together! You know, to make it less awkward.” “...When you say all have dinner together…” When she’d said all, she’d meant the four of us sitting at Melting Pot and silently daring each other to be that person that took the last bread roll. Frankly, it was about to be me, just so I had something to do with my mouth. I had hardly spoken more than five words since we’d sat down; Neal and Laurie had been carrying most of the conversation, which suited me fine. The way we were situated, Neal was seated across from me, Andy beside him; Laurie was sitting beside me and across from Andy. It was impossible to sneak glances at Andy the way we were; it was easier to crane my neck to look at Laurie, and less painful than trying to make small talk with Neal.

“How long has it been since you guys have seen each other?” Laurie nudged my arm with hers. “Oh… The Christmas party, I think,” I answered, reaching for my drink. Neal met my eye and smirked. “I think it was the morning after,” He retorted. I fought the urge to look away; he might take it as coy, when I was, in fact, really fucking annoyed. “Oh my god, really?” Laurie’s eyes were wide with moderate scandal as she turned to me again, “You didn’t tell me that.” “Well, I don’t really send around a newsletter of my sexual encounters. It would have very few subscribers and published maybe twice a year,” I gave her a tight smile before taking a sip from my cocktail. I heard Andy snort from the other side of the table, and I let my eyes dart to him for a moment. He was looking down at his plate, but he was grinning. I felt a leg brush up against mine under the table, and for a moment, I thought that it might be Andy's. When the foot didn’t hook around my ankle, though, I knew that it was Neal’s. I met his eye and he smiled, shooting me a wink. I arched a brow before lowering it, reaching for the last roll. --

Relief didn’t come until halfway through the meal. It came in the form of one Aydan Brock, the owner of one of the three gourmet pet treat bakeries in Newton. I groaned when my phone rang. “I’m so sorry guys-- if I let this go to voicemail, he’s gonna sic his hairless cat on me the next time we have a meeting,” I excused as I stood, taking my phone and heading for the front of the restaurant, planning on taking the call in the front entryway. It would be chilly, but I didn’t want to pile on my thick coat and all of my winter gear. I answered the call, against the chilly glass and listening to Aydan compliment the piece that we’d put in the Newton Herald. I glanced back at the table now and again, raising a brow when I saw Andy get up from the table. He met my eye as he walked toward the table, and I saw him tilt his head toward the back a little bit. I looked back toward the table quickly and, seeing Laurie and Neal immersed in conversation, I followed Andy. I went the long way round, weaving through tables on the other side of the restaurant. “Uh huh… Well of course, Mr. Brock,” I was saying as I rounded the corner to the restrooms. I frowned. This was where Andy had gone, wasn’t it? Or did he actually have to go to the bathroom and did I mistake the head tilt for-- A hand shot out from one of the three unisex bathrooms, gripping me by the wrist and pulling me inside. I sucked in a sharp gasp as Andy shut the door behind me and locked it. “Mr. Brock, I’m so sorry, but I’m going to need to call you back,” I said quickly, “I’m getting a call from--from Nora,” I added as Andy leaned down, pressing kisses to my neck, “I’d be happy to pick this up tomorrow--Mhm! Of course-- Thankyoubye--” I pulled the phone away from my ear, thumb viciously tapping over the red phone button until it hung up. I tucked it into the pocket of my skirt before I reached up, cupping the nape of Andy’s neck. “What are you doing?” I breathed. “What’s it feel like?” The words were muffled against my neck; they tickled. “Losing your mind is what it feels like,” I shuffled my feet apart as Andy pressed a thigh between mine. “Feels like that a little bit to me, too, shit,” Andy lifted his head, resting his forehead against mine, “Can you keep quiet for me?” “Depends on what you’re planning, Barber.” Andy tipped his head to the side, nipping at my lower lip before he stepped back. His hands slid over my hips before he turned me, pushing me toward the sink. I went, glancing back at him questioningly. He reached down, taking hold of my hands and placing them on the edge of the sink. “Keep these here,” He growled into my ear. My eyelids fluttered as I nodded. I glanced under my arm as I watched Andy drop to his knees. He pushed my skirt up before he dragged a finger along the seat of my tights. He pinched the flimsy fabric between his fingers before he ripped it apart. “Not too much,” I laughed a little, “I don’t want runs going down my le-eeegs, fuck,” My chastising descended to a hiss as Andy pushed my thighs farther apart and leaned up, mouthing over my my clothed mound. I bit my lip, curling my fingers around the cool bowl of the sink and letting my head fall forward. I felt Andy’s fingers peel aside the fabric of my underwear before his mouth tease along my lips, sucking hot, wet kisses from my hole to my clit. I squeezed my eyes shut, torn between focusing on the heat of his mouth and keeping myself quiet. Andy groaned against me and I bit my lip, stifling a moan as I pressed my hips down against his face. He leaned away for a moment as he slipped a finger into me. “Feel so tight,” He murmured, pumping his finger into me slowly, “You’re gonna feel so good on my cock, angel.” “I want it,” I mumbled, “Andy, I want it so bad--” “Yeah?” Andy pushed himself off of the floor and reached out, gripping my wrist and bringing my hand down to cup him through his jeans. I looked down through bleary eyes, fumbling with the zipper on his jeans and reaching into his pants. “Fuck, you seriously went commando, Barber?” I brought my hand back to my mouth, licking my palm before I reached down, pulling Andy’s cock out of his jeans. “Unlike some people, I like to be ready for anything.” “Well if Neal took me home, I wanted him to have to work for it.” Andy growled again, turning his head and biting down on my clothed shoulder. “Don’t you dare,” He murmured, pressing a second finger into me and curling them, “Don’t you dare, angel-- Only person that’s fucking this pussy tonight is me.” “What if I just let him kiss it a little? Oh!” I gasped as Andy’s fingers fucked into me more harshly. “If that’s the plan, then I’ll stop right now,” Andy warned. I shook my head quickly, jacking Andy’s dick at the same speed he was fingering me. “I want it, Andy, please, please!” I whined. Andy pulled his fingers out of me and stepped closer to stand behind me. I let go of his cock, setting my hand back on the sink as he teased the head of his cock along my slit. “Condom?” He asked. “I don’t have anything with me-- I’m clean, are you--” “I am, but-- Are you sure--” “Andy if you don’t stick your dick in me right now, I will go out there and sit on Neal’s, I swear to god--” Andy shushed me, pressing his slick fingers into my mouth. I lapped over them, moaning at the taste of myself on his skin. I watched him in the mirror as he eased himself into me; I saw his eyelids flutter shut, sweet, pink lips parting with a quiet groan as he bottomed out. I was teetering between pain and pleasure; we were rushed, Andy had stretched me out, but if we’d had some more time, he could’ve given me another finger. “Fuck,” He sighed, “Fuck, angel.” He leaned against me, wrapping his arm around my middle and burying his face into my hair. I leaned my head against him, feeling myself adjust to him. “You feel so good,” I whispered, “I feel so fucking full, Andy--” He groaned, rolling his hips experimentally. I bit my lip as I squeezed down on him. We froze as there was a knock on the door. “Andy? You in there?” Neal. “Yep,” Was Andy’s quick, flat answer. There was a pause, then -- nothing. Andy met my eye in the mirror, arm unwrapping from me and pulling his fingers out from my mouth. He lowered that hand to the sink beside mine. “We’re gonna have to be quick,” He murmured, “Think you can be a good girl and cum on my cock when I tell you to?” I was glad I was sandwiched between the sink and Andy because my knees damn near buckled. Andy nodded, pulling out most of the way before easing himself back in. He kept his eyes on me as he went on, “Yeah, I know you can. You're always so good for me, you know that? Even when you’re being a bossy little bitch, you’re so good for me.” I bit my lip, struggling to keep my eyes open and on Andy’s. I wanted to watch him, sure, but I also wanted to close my eyes and just feel. “I wanted to take my goddamn time with you, you know?” His hips worked faster now, “Wanted to spread you out, make you cum on my tongue, my fingers, two, three times before I fucked you. Wanted to do this right, damnit… He didn’t fuck you like this, did he?” He added, lowering his head to hiss the question directly into my ear, “He didn’t fuck you this hard, this good--” I shook my head and Andy chuckled, “Doesn’t matter, anyway, cause when you were bouncing on his cock, you were thinkin’ about mine.” “Andy,” I pleaded, squeezing my eyes shut finally. “Oh, I know you were, pretty girl,” He murmured, “You’re gonna be thinkin’ about it all night, too. You’re gonna go back to that table and you’re gonna be dripping with me. And all I’m gonna be thinking about is getting back between those thighs and having my fucking dessert,” Andy reached down, fingers rubbing tight, fast circles on my clit. My jaw dropped. I tipped my head forward, the feeling building in the pit of my stomach. “You gonna cum?” I nodded quickly. “That’s it-- Good girl, milk my cock, angel-- fuck,” Andy leaned over me, pressing his face into the back of my neck as I came, squeezing around his cock. He kept pumping his hips, kept moving his fingers as I felt him spill into me. I let out a high whine, unable to help it as my hips stuttered at his continued ministrations. “Andy-- fingers-- too much, please,” I mumbled weakly. Andy’s fingers stilled, sliding away from my clit and sliding to my tight-covered thigh. Andy straightened slowly, easing out of me and gently sliding my underwear back into place. I glanced back at him, knowing full well that I looked glassy-eyed and fucked out. Andy smiled as he tucked himself back into his jeans. “You alright there, angel?” He murmured. “Mhm,” I nodded. “Good girl,” He murmured, sliding my skirt back into place, “Lemme make sure the coast is clear. I’ll knock once if it is.” I nodded, pushing myself to stand up straight as Andy went to unlock the door. As he stepped outside I reached down, straightening my shirt and brushing my hair back from my face. I looked flushed; maybe I could pass that off as the cold? Andy knocked once and I stepped out into the hall. “I’m gonna sneak out through the kitchen and take a walk around the parking lot,” I said. “Alright,” Andy nodded. He gave my ass a swat before turning down the hall. I shook my head, looking after him before I turned to go the other way. When I finally returned to the table, Neal and Laurie smiled up at me. “I’m so sorry about that,” I said, sitting down. “It’s alright! Andy said he ran into you and you looked really busy so they put your food under a heat lamp,” Laurie said. I nodded to Andy. “Well thank you for that.” “Sure,” he winked. Bastard. “We were actually already talking about dessert,” Neal added, “I’m not sure if you’ve looked yet.” “Uh-- No,” I said, picking my drink up for another sip, “What looks good to you guys?” “I was thinking about the Boston cream pie,” Andy offered, tone dripping with nonchalance. I could’ve killed him. Tag list @fanficadddddict69 ; @nina-sj ; @rosalynshields ; @what-is-your-wish ; @chris-butt ; @aubreeskailynn ; @angels-pie ; @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss

#I Could Be Your Sometimes #andy barber imagine #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #Andy Barber/You #Andy Barber/Reader

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movieexpert1978 · 4 years ago

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Hey!!! Do you write (Character)x reader type stuff? If you do, could you please write a Blofeld x reader fic? I really like him and can't seem to find a single fic of him :( if you do write one, I'll forever be thankful. Love your work, btw ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Blofeld X Reader

Authors note: Ok so I did this all on my phone. That's a first for me so I hope this comes out ok. I hope you enjoy it Anon. Lots of smut ahead. I've got plenty of Blofeld fics as he's my favorite.

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You had just gotten back from you mission and the first thing you had to do was give your report to Herr Blofeld. Thankfully you were able to change and get a shower beforehand so you managed to look decent as you went to the main office. The secretary waved you in and you closed the door gently as you went into the office.

"Yes what is it?" He mutters uninterested. You see that he has the back of his chair to you so he doesn't know you have arrived.

"I found the information you needed Herr Blofeld." You say all too sweetly. The chair immediately spins around and you can't help but laugh at the idea that it could spin right off its perch if he's not careful.

"I didn't realize you came back so quickly!" He says, eagerly heading over to you.

"Here you-mmmm...." You attempt to hand over the files but Blofeld pulls you into a deep kiss instead. He takes the files from your hand and tosses them aside as he pushes you into the wall kissing you heavily.

"Mmm....ive missed you." He growls possesively as he trails kisses down your neck.

"Ive missed you too." You rasp as you run your fingers through his dirty blonde hair that seems to just defy the notion of turning grey. He touches you all over as he kisses what skin he can find. He hikes up one of your legs and grinds his growing arousal against your own as he purrs in delight like that Persian cat he owns.

You finally manage to get your shirt off and his mouth is all over your breasts. He licks and nips gently at your skin before suckling on your nipples which makes you sigh pleasantly. You try and unbutton his shirt but you can't seem to find any buttons so you go under his shirt and rub at his skin making him growl again.

"I can't wait." He says setting your leg down. He guides you to the desk and sits you down before he gives you another heated kiss.

"I can't either." You whisper and nipple playfully on his bottom lip. He pulls your shorts and panties down and his fingertips tease your wet folds making you whine softly. You feel your hips shake in anticipation as you hear that belt loosen and zipper go down. You lean in and kiss him as you manage to stroke his cock for a moment.

"Fuck..." He rasps as he gets in between your legs. You both groan when he's inside you and your foreheads press together as you wrap your legs around him. He waits for you to adjust and when you give him a small nod he starts moving his hips.

"Ooohhh...fuck Ernst..." You groan in delight. His cock hits all the right places as he keeps a steady pace, panting softly into your neck, which he also nips at once and while.

"Fuck you feel so good." Ernst rasps as he moves.

"More...harder...faster..." You beg eagerly for him. It's a good thing his desk is made of metal as he lays you down and holds your hips as he answers your plea. "Ahhhh! Yes...yes...!" You whine loudly for him. You both know this won't last long, but that's not the point. You both just need that connection for a little while when you're finally together again after so long. You know after this it will be the nice slow pace of dinner first and then the bedroom. The thought makes you smile and get closer to your release. Ernst can feel your body tensing up.

"Come on baby...cum for me." He whispers with another kiss. He reaches down and when you feel him rub just right on your clit you sob out your release. Ernst grunts as he feels you cum and keeps still for a few moments to let you enjoy it before he's back at it again. You want to return the favor so you touch hime wherever you can and move your hips as well.

"Shit...im so close...." he gasps leaning into you again.

"Come.on baby...cum for me..." You whisper his words right back and he growls your name through his release. You're both panting for bit as you come down from your pleasurable high. Ernst helps you sit up and gives you a tender kiss before he pulls away and helps you clean up.

"Go get some rest. You know I'll spoil you tonight." He smiles.

"I look forward to you." You smile with a wink and head out the door eagerly anticipation the night ahead.

P.S. Blofeld is not my character.

#christoph waltz #blofeld #Blofeld x reader #Christoph waltz fanfiction #smut #anon request

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blackicephantom · 4 years ago

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The dragon and the coward CH. 2

Here’s chapter 2 for you. Enjoy!

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The black dragon and the coward Ch. 2

The night was a restless one.

Tsuna, who wasn't used to sleep somewhere else, was cold and nervous. He WAS in the home of a dragon after all, no matter what his instincts were telling him about being safe.

And Reborn, who wasn't used to the presence of another in his home. It's been a long time since somebody else has been by his side. He watched as the boy tossed and turned, trying to sleep only to utterly fail. With a sigh he stood up and slowly curled his scaled body around the bed. The brunette wasn't sure what is happening, but the dragon's body generated so much warmth that he almost immediately stopped shivering. Content at being warm he snuggled into the blankets and finally closed his eyes.

"You humans are so fragile." was whispered. But Tsunayoshi couldn't hear it anymore.

The next morning

Sleepy brown eyes slowly blinked awake. For a few seconds he didn't know where he was, but at the sight of black scales everything came back and he had to swallow.

Reborn, the great midnight Sundragon, wants to bring him home. As in home to the village, which was terrified of dragons. Especially of the Arcobaleno. And of the Arcobaleno of Reborn in particular.

But here's the fun fact: it wasn't always like this. Long ago there was a time where humans and dragons lived in peace and harmony. Then an incident broke that trust and it is said that the story of Reborn started then and there.

He wasn't lying when he said the rumors of Reborn were preceding him. All books about dragons said the same thing: black dragons were the worst. They were cruel and very aggressive. Nobody met such a beast and lived to tell the tale. Well, aside from Tsuna apparently.

But Tsunayoshi saw something that the books didn't describe. And that's the kindness and gentleness. Many people would laugh at this, because no dragon, no Arcobaleno, could ever be kind or gentle. Or both at once.

How would the villagers react? How would his family react when Reborn took him home? Family….. A bitter chuckle escaped his dry lips. It's been a very long time since they've been a real family. His mother lived in her own little world, a place where everything was perfect and everybody was happy. His father lived for his work. There was no in between. The only one to ever really care…. Well…. There was no one.

Sighing Tsuna tried to stop the depressing thoughts. No good ever came from those.

Meanwhile Reborn had watched everything. Something in his mind told him that he's forgotten something. Something very important and that this something is somehow related to the boy beside him.

From the beginning there was something familiar about the other that he just couldn't explain. Maybe it's just his imagination……

Deciding to start the day and to prepare for their journey Reborn finally stood up and stretched, first his legs than his long neck and lastly his beautiful wings. Used to his solitude the dragon didn’t see the mesmerised eyes of the human. He only looked at the other when a loud rumbling was heard. Blushing the boy looked anywhere but the dragon and kept his hands on his still grumbling stomach. With all that happened the day before he forgot to eat. His classmates `kidnapped´ him before he could even think of eating. And they didn’t leave any rations with him….. They probably thought that he was long dead. Quietly snickering to himself he couldn’t help it. When he thought of the faces of Mochida and his little followers he just had to laugh. They wanted him dead, eaten by the ferocious black dragon, only to see that said dragon is bringing him back. It’s freaking hilarious.

Very confused Reborn just watched. He had no idea what’s gotten into the human but he had to confess that it was kinda cute. Every giggle and snicker shook the small shoulders and it was so very different from yesterday. A rare smile showed itself on his muzzle. Leaving the still giggling boy in the bedroom, Reborn went to get something to eat for both of them, because flying on an empty stomach was a very stupid idea. Yes, he talked out of experience.

Humming he just changed forms, a skill every dragon possesed. All the years of war and hatred forced their species to evolve and adapt. So they learned to fit in but not without t drawbacks. While they looked very much human they still retained some of their draconian features.

Instead of the big black reptile there stood a very attractive young man dressed in a yellow button down, a black vest, black slacks and shoes and a black fedora on his head. He had black, spikey hair and curly sideburns. The only things that stood out were his wings and his tail, the only hints of his dragon form. Still humming he started to prepare a light breakfast, not knowing that his guest finally snapped out of his little fit and started to look for him.

Tsuna first was surprised, then remembered an article he read in one of his books. It was impressive how different and yet similar both forms are. Not even considering the energy that is needed for the change…. Amazed the brunette just observed the now man and couldn’t take his eyes off of him. Every move was practiced, elegant and not in the slightest awkward. He kept his wings close to his well build back and used his tail like an extra limb. It’s probably his only chance to observe dragon behaviour so he’s gonna use it. As silently as possible he sat on a chair and just continued to watch. Reborn, who has noticed the boy a few minutes ago, could only grin. It was in the human nature to be curious and he was pretty sure there were many things their schools didn’t teach anymore. Not since then at least…. But instead of being annoyed he found it amusing. The boy tried so hard to be quiet and inconspicuous that even he couldn’t be mad. He even spread his wings, just a little bit, so he other could see the thin skin and the thin bones. All the while finishing cooking. Moments later he turned around and set two plates with simple pancakes down.

“I hope you don’t mind” was the only thing he asked. Tsuna just shook his head and smiled gratefully. Sitting down the small human thanked his host and both started to eat. It was a comfortable silence, at least until Reborn remembered another thing. Swallowing his last bite he looked the boy in the eye. “You told me that you were left in the forest, right?” Still chewing Tsuna nodded. “Ok, you also told me that this is your first time outside your village, correct?” Not quite understanding he nodded again.

“What you did not explain was how you got all the way here, directly in my home. Your classmates abandoned you, that I can understand. But how did you find me if you were never before in this area?” He wasn’t mad or something like this. It’s just really strange.

Tsuna took a moment to finish eating before he answered. “Well, I read a lot of books. And I memorised the map of our village and the area around it? Beside that I just followed some kind of inner voice…. If that makes sense.” At the end the boy looked kinda down. Which was stupid. It was a real accomplishment to find a way all way up here, with nothing but his memory to work with to boot. And now Reborn was SURE that his guest was definitely Iemitsu’s son. That inner voice of his was most likely the so called `hyper intuition´. An ability that’s passed on through blood alone.

Lost in thoughts he didn’t see the pain in those brown eyes. It was a fact that Tsuna wanted to deny every connection to that man and everything he embodied. He wanted to stay as far away from Iemitsu and his wrong doings as humanly possible. And there were many of those. Just because they’re the descendants of a very noble, kind and talented man didn’t mean it’s been passed down to everyone of them…. His childhood has been….. difficult.

Silence took over, until the man stood up and cleared the dishes away before turning to his small companion. “I would say it’s time to leave.”

Sighing the boy could do nothing more then nod. Even if it sounded stupid and very surreal, he enjoyed the dragons company. It was like a breath of fresh air, something so very different from home. Reborn didn't expect the impossible, didn’t force him into something he didn’t want…. But he had to get home….Knowing still doesn’t make it better. Slowly standing up he just quietly followed the other until they stood outside. The Sundragon took notice of the sudden change and decided to cheer the boy up.

Stretching once again he turned around and smirked. He waited till Tsuna was looking at him and then let himself be engulfed in bright yellow flames. Hearing the shocked gasp he just chuckled. Slowly his human form was replaced by his scales and bigger body.

Once the transformation was over he checked on the human, whose eyes were big and sparkling. Tsuna was amazed: he got to watch a dragon change forms! That's something no book could ever fully describe. No words would do this magnificent display any justice, he was sure.

“Get your jaw of the ground please, we’ve got places to be.”

Snapping his mouth shut he blushed again. He did that pretty often with Reborn around….

Listening to the dragon chuckling again Tsuna just pouted. It wasn’t his fault that he was interested in the dragon culture, ok?!

Calming down again Reborn settled on the ground and looked over. With an evil smirk he asked “Did you ever fly with a dragon Tsuna?” Said boy looked at him in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” But the smirk told him everything. Reborn wanted him to ride on his back, something that’s been unheard of for decades. If not longer. Starring in utter bewilderment he just couldn’t comprehend the words. Now the dragon was getting annoyed.

“Get your ass on my back already.” Slowly he shook his head. There’s no way in hell that he, Dame-Tsuna, is flying on the back of no other then the feared Reborn. Growling at the second denial, Reborn took it into his own hands. Or rather in his maw.

Swiftly biting the scruff of his robe he flung the boy upwards, just to let him land on his neck. Meanwhile Tsuna was shrieking like no tomorrow. That was until he felt smooth scales beneath his hands and fingers and slightly opened his eyes. He really sat on top of a dragon. He couldn't believe it. This was a dream come true. Stunned he just looked down, trying to see Reborns face, but didn’t get an opportunity. Majestic wings slowly spread and the dragon gave one last word of advice. “Hold on tight.”

With that he started to flap the appendages in strong and even strokes, slowly lifting of the ground. His passenger went with instinct and tried to balance himself while also trying to adjust his wight. He felt every beat of these monstrous yet beautiful wings and did as he was told. Soon they were far above the cave and the forest and Tsuna couldn’t help his excitement. With the rushing wind in his face and the ever changing landscape beneath them he felt free. A feeling that was until now completely foreign to the young Sawada heir. As his ride sped up and flew a looping he screamed in happiness. This felt so right, like he belonged on the scaled back of his new friend? If he could call Reborn that. Another loop, than a quick dive just to climb again.

Reborn took great pride in his flying abilities and made sure to show off as much as possible, even if he didn’t know why. He just wanted the boy on his back to have the time of his live. But like all good things their short journey had to end. There in the distance was the village, Tsuna's home. The place said boy despises with every fibre of his being. Unconsciously tightening his hold the brunette felt bad already.

Home……. Would he ever get to know one?

Sharp reptilien eyes narrowed and a small growl escaped his throat. Time to announce their arrival. “Cover your ears.” was everything he told his human package and took a deep breath. The moment Tsuna followed his order he released it in one mighty roar, that shook the whole forest and vibrated through his whole being.

_TBC_

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#khr #r27 #reborn x tsuna #dragon and coward

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fictionalarsonist · 5 years ago

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The Heartbreak Prince - part 1

pairing ›_ yoonmin ; taegi feat. ›_bts namjoon ; bts hoseok mentions of. ›_mamamoo solar ; exo kai ; bang yongguk content ›_angst ; murder ; violence ; blood ; drinking ; mentions of/implied human trafficking ; mature language ; major character death ; impled/referenced drug use rating ›_pg-13 word count ›_2k

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premise ›_Yoongi got out of jail, made himself a living and is trying to get on with his life to be the best and doesn’t care what means it’d take to get there. Jimin’s one of those things, but, to Yoongi, it ends up that Jimin goes beyond than just being a prized possesion. Taehyung believes his hyung’s better than that.

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[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | wip ]

“Don’t screw this up, okay?”

Yoongi hisses in annoyance at Hoseok’s warning, watching his new found acquittance fix his suit as the elevator doors close.

“What do you take me for?”

Hoseok scoffs at Yoongi’s genuinely irritated tone and snatched his suit of his right-hand man standing behind the two of them. Kim Namjoon, Yoongi remembers clearly, inmate #612004. Out of everyone in there Yoongi hated Namjoon’s guts the most, but the guy ended up as a henchman of the spoiled brat he used to gang up on.

“You? You look like a disaster ready to happen”, Hoseok comments in carefree manner as he buttons his suit nicely, “It won’t be pretty, though.”

Yoongi stared at Hoseok’s smug grin and watched him step out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened with Namjoon closely behind. Yoongi fixed his own suit and gained himself while his own henchman held the door for him. Taehyung was good at keeping his professional facade - sometimes -, although he could be a total pain-in-the-ass most of the time.

“Shall we go now, sir?” Taekhyung asked holding the elevator’s doors open with one hand while holding the duly locked suitcase with the other, all the while Yoongi regained some composure before stepping out of the enclosement.

After being in jail for such a long time, he’d rather not stay in places that resemble that hole. What if he has a bad temper? There’s so many people worse than him that deserve the solitary a whole lot more than him.

Namjoon opens the double doors for them and the room behind those doors seems like another world. Somewhere even detached from the hotel it’s in. Everything inside is shiny and shockingly expensive, the people inside are dressed as the finest, most arrogants pricks Yoongi has ever seen in his life.

If they met any other day, in any other way they would pass by and not even dare to step on him, like the dirty rug they’d probably consider him as, but, from today on, things are different.

Yoongi doesn’t mind the doors closing behind him as he follows by Hoseok’s side, his golden ticket in the form of a sick a-hole. Hoseok was the reason Yoongi thought that if fuckers like him - Hoseok, that is - can make it, then, “why can’t I?” So, it just seems right to use no other than him to get where he wants.

After a round of being introduced to people he never even heard off, but had the high profiles he does know bowing their heads to them and indulging conversations here and there he finds himself in an interesting circle.

“Dad. This is Min Yoongi.” Hoseok introduces.

“The kid who watched your back in prison?” The old man smiles and lays his heavy hand on Yoongi’s shoulder with an empty smile, “Thank you. My son is too spoiled, he wasn’t made for that kind of place.”

Yoongi bares a smile to the old man.

“Ah, no need to thank me, sir.” Yoongi says in a respectful tone.

“Hoseok! Make sure you stick by your friend’s side since you got him here.”

“Why me, dad? You got this wrong,” Hoseok says with one of his eyes-smile that could fool anyone, “Actually, today, he dragged me here.”

Yoongi could throw Hoseok a glare for the shameless lie, but was too busy making and covering it up for him.

“I’m really thankful for being invited today, sir. It is an honor to be invited to join such a selective party.”

Yoongi says respectfully yet again, pretending to not see the way the old man throws his son a confused glance as he bows his head right before sticking his hand inside his jacket to reach for one of his business cards. The old man takes it and reads it briefly before passing to his assistant.

“Yoongi here is the founder and CEO of an exporting company,” Hoseok explains, “It’s recent, but it’s being extremely successful. You signed the contract last week, you don’t remember? He’ll be dealing with our goods from China and the Philippines.”

Yoongi watches the stern look on the old man’s face that sends shivers down his body, Hoseok doesn’t seem to get affected at all or so he thinks. A nudge on his foot makes Yoongi jolt and immediately calls Taehyung over.

Taehyung immediately comes closer and ceremoniously places the suitcase to Yoongi to open.

“This is a token of my appreciation, sir”

Just a quick look inside the suitcase makes the old man’s eyes sparkle and Yoongi hides a content smirk.

“I wonder how you got a hold of something so precious”, the old man says, now with an easy laughter and Yoongi shows a smile.

“I’m glad you can appreciate it, sir.” Yoongi replies and the old man nods firmly with a approving grunt.

“I’m the kind of man who likes to give gifts to their friends even better than receiving” The man says approvingly, “You seem to understand me.”

“Of course.” Yoongi replies.

“I’m counting on you, Mr. Min Yoongi.” The old man says as Yoongi closes the suitcase and it is dutifully passed to the old man’s assistant before being passed to someone else and be taken away before anyone could notice.

“I’ll do my best, sir.”

A moment later Yoongi rests on one of the sofas in a corner, dress suit buttons popped open as he sighs in relief. Hoseok plots himself on a armchair nearby. The party is still on, but on a different level and the two of them simply watch.

“You don’t use any of it? Really?” Hoseok scoffs.

“Are you crazy?” Hoseok asks, unbuttoning his own suit, “My dad would make sure I’d be your best harvest.”

Yoongi decides not to delve into this fantasy right now.

“I don’t get close to any of these strong shit” Hoseok says as he watches a woman stumble her way to the couch, “You should keep your head high. Don’t get yourself to use this shit.”

“Yah~ Who the fuck do you think I am?” Yoongi kicks a foot towards Hoseok and the other smirks as the woman settles herself by stradling some guy’s lap.

There’s a silence between them where Hoseok seems too busy lighting up his cigarette. Just a moment when Yoongi’s eyes caught on someone, two people actually.

“Who are they?”

Hoseok follows Yoongi’s eyes and chuckles around his cigarette.

“Ah, them. The twins.”

Yoongi frowns, following the couple. They didn’t seem all the different from others, but there was something about them that seemed like someone casted a spotlight on them and everyone else was just a shadow. Something about their presence that made others give them space to walk and talk, and stand close to.

“They- look nothing like twins.” Yoongi scrunches, “Are they even related?” Yoongi would throw a glance at Hoseok now but his eyes are just captivated by the couple, one of them more than the other.

“They’re not actually twins, but they’re one of a kind. Each of them.” Hoseok pauses to take a drag, “Solar used to own the most popular and high-profiled hostess club and restaurant branch in the country. Back then, she worked under the Red Dragon,” the woman walks away, but Yoongi’s eyes stays on the other, “Jimin- is the son of an executive who owed more than he could ever pay for. Long story short, Jimin paid his father’s dues himself.”

“Jimin?” Yoongi asks.

Hoseok hums around the cigarette, his lips curled into a smile as he sees Yoongi’s eyes.

“They are the best out of everyone in this room, no matter if you’re my dad or anyone else- no one here has more power in their hands. If you get to sleep with one of them, you’re the best. No one can touch you.”

Yoongi’s head quickly turns to Hoseok smug grin.

“What?”

“Oh. It’s true.” Yoongi looks at Jimin again. No matter how special he thought Jimin could be, he could never see this far. “Don’t go thinking you can charm him that easily. It doesn’t matter how much money you have.”

Yoongi pushes himself to the edge of his seat and looks back at the guy who looks young and rather naive compared to the picture Hoseok is painting of him.

“Who’s that?” Yoongi asks and Hoseok turns to look as well.

“Ah, that’s the director of KCIA. Some people think he’s sleeping with Solar, but he seems quite fond of Jimin too. Though, it might just be business- who knows?” Hoseok shrugs uninterested.

After a moment Yoongi glared at Hoseok and leaned back on his seat.

“Don’t believe me? Just ask anyone.” The ashes from Hoseok’s cigarette fly everywhere when he gestures exaggeratedly.

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‘If money didn’t matter for Jimin, then what could?’ - Yoongi just kept thinking about it.

“Tae!” Yoongi called out from his office and Taehyung just materialized itself- well, almost, on the other side of Yoongi’s desk.

“Yes?”

“I need you to look into someone for me. I want you to find out what they like. Flowers, cars, a penthouse, a new liver, plastic surgery. Just anything.”

Taehyung frowns.

“Who?”

“Jimin.”

“Jimin who?” Taehyung tries again.

“You figure it out.” Yoongi orders, impatient, “He was at the party last night.”

“Ah, sure. That sounds- easier, I guess.” Taehyung says sarcastically, then stops, “Wait a- He? You said he?”

“Yes, he. Why? Gotta a problem with it?” Yoongi provokes and Taehyung shakes his head.

“No, you just doesn’t look like-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, you prick” Yoongi half-heartedly complains, “You should call me sir! I’m your boss.”

“Hyung!” Taehyung tries, approaching, “We used to be cellmates! We helped each other-”

“Just do as I say. You’re too problematic to deserve any special treatment for now. Just find him” Yoongi orders.

“But- Sir, is that anything I could use? A piece of info or intel?”

“That’s your job! All I know is that he came along with a girl named Solar last night. She seemed to have connections with Bang Yongguk and the Red Dragon.”

“Yamazaki? He passed on his Seoul branch to someone named Kai.” Taehyung recalls.

“Don’t get mixed up with them again. Didn’t you get in jail because of them? Your target isn’t the girl.” Taehyung sighs

“Okay, hyung.”

Yoongi hisses as Taehyung leaves the room.

***

There’s another party and Yoongi invited himself in. He roamed around for a bit and made his connections as he could, placed his bets here and there, all the while his eyes looked for this one person. But, it all seems useless, Jimin doesn’t seem to be anywhere. He even looked for him where the junkies are enjoying their high, but he’s not there.

“Taehyung. Let’s go.” Yoongi orders.

Taehyung follows Yoongi, opens the doors and accompanies him down the hall. Halting when the other does out of the blue.

Yoongi scoffs.

“I’ve been looking for you”

Taehyung felt a shiver run through him when he heard his adored hyung speak so velvety. He’s seen many sides of Yoongi, but he’s yet to get used to this one, apparently. Taehyung didn’t like how something twisted inside of him, something like disgust sent the food he ate earlier in the evening go all the way up his throat, while the blood pumping to his head caused a painful reaction he tried his best to ignore.

Taehyung sees Jimin’s trained eyes examine the man in front of him and whatever expression Yoongi was showing made Jimin smirk just the tiniest bit and shift on his feet with his hands shoved in the pockets of his dress pants casually.

***

“I heard a lot about you” Yoongi says once they’re alone at the hotel’s restaurant.

Taehyung’s at a nearby table drinking orange juice and glancing at the couple every now and then. Curious. Just curious.

Jimin quirks an eyebrow. He chose not to order anything and cut-off Yoongi when the waitress when she came by, dismissing her with so much as a short sentence that seemed to roll out of his tongue too easily, Yoongi noticed.

“I dislike guys like you the most,” Jimin said simply and Yoongi pretended to not be affected by it, Taehyung shifted on his seat, “I’m not interested in ex-cons and especially dislike lap dogs.”

“I might be an ex-con, but I’m not a lap dog.”

Jimin pouts and tilts his head as if he’s processing, innocently what Yoongi just said.

“Then, get rid of Hoseok’s protection. Until then, stop sending people to stalk me, it’s burdensome.”

Jimin stands up and leaves while Yoongi stays, staring at the empty chair across from him.

***

“Hyung,” Taehyung calls softly and by now Yoongi doesn’t care anymore what the younger calls him.

Taehyung wishes he could stop Yoongi. This is stupid. This is really stupid.

part 2 ⇾

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eluminium · 5 years ago

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Another one cracked

I swallow. In front of me is a harpy, not older then 12. In my left hand is a bright red collar. The orbs on its surface contains something that will forever darken this childs view on the world she lives in.

But...

In her yellow eyes, theres a dark glow, a hateful aura that only comes from the most unfair and cruel treatment. She probably knows what im doing. God..The older ones always hurt the most. Atleast the toddlers still have that innocent naivety.

I open my mouth and start my script.

"Hello! My name is David Wilson and i'm here to help you get your band on"

The girl stares at me like i'm some kind of idiot.

"Whats your name?" I ask.

"Grace, Grace Davis" She answers flatly.

I force a smile while my hand clenches around the collar. She stands still while i snap the collar around her neck. The sound makes me wanna vomit. Shes totally stiff, her eyes are kinda misty. I feel the same.

"There we go!" I say cheerfully while forcing down the tears.

I press a button, lighting up a red lamp. Grace is still stiff when her parents almost bursts into the room. They are immediately over her, trying to comfort her.

I notice the familiar red shine on their necks. The collars are ripped and covered in claw marks, a show of resistance that probably was met with an electric shock. I quickly look away.

I meet their eyes as they leave, The parents eyes are full of rage, pain and concern. But Grace's eyes are hollow, dead. Except for the unrestricted rage. I freeze. I've...I've seen those eyes before.

The door slams and it snaps me out of my trance. I feel the sweat run down my face and i force myself to sit down. Those eyes...They remind me of my old buddy...Francis.

Francis was a black cat hybrid. He was...He was my best buddy. He always stayed by my side. We started as neighbors and grew together. We played, cried and defended eachother to the death.

Then...Then that fucking collar snaked its way onto his neck. Every day after that, his eyes would grow darker, more hateful, and i dont blame him. He could never express his anger without getting a shock. Everytime the towns dumbass picked on him, he could never defend himself without getting punished. His friendship with humans faded away, replaced by hate, anger and pain.

And inevitably, after years of staying together as close friends..society finally ripped us apart. My most loyal friend, replaced by a man consumed by his fury at an unjust world. And i still dont blame him. Now when i think of Francis the first thing i remember isn't how we played ball at age 4 or how we fought assholes side by side at age 10. It is his soft brown eyes, staring at me with the rage of a man possesed....God i miss him.

Thats why i wanted to become a doctor for "hybrids". I wanted to help them, put them on another path. But i didn't know that to become a doctor...you hade to learn how to collar them. The only reason im even doing this is to, one day, do the opposite and help these fellow people. But is that really justified? I'm putting a torture device on children, and my reason is to help them?

Theres a knock at my door. I quickly grab another collar.

"Come in" i call.

The door opens and one of my coworkers comes in. He's holding the hand of another child...a faun. He can't be a day over 8.

My coworker, whos name i dont remember, almost has a predetory look in his eyes. He is studying the poor boy, who is naivly looking around the room. I sigh quietly.

"Dipshit specist." i think to myself.

The coworker leaves with a smile and i step forward towards the kid. He looks at me with the trust that only kids have. I almost want to cry as i open my mouth.

"Hello! My name is David Wilson and i'm here to help you get your band on"

Author's note

This is my first original written story, so it might suck. I accept criticism in all its forms if it is reasonable. -El

#original #my story #writing #first #harpy #Faun #human #shock collar

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 6 years ago

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Girls Like You (Jungkook x You ONESHOT) (M)

A/N: This is my first full blown smut fic ever. Thank you anon for making me sin. And sorry this took so long. I need to find the courage to actually write a sentence that has my precious bunny and the word cock together. hahaha. 😂😂😂 As a reminder like always, I am not good in smut so please, show me some mercy, and you are welcome to skip the smut part if its too cringe worthy, the story would still be relevant. And yeah, as this is my first smut, the scenes are still quite vanilla. imma keep the nasty stuff for later. hahaha

MASTERLIST

Jungkook slide his cock a few more times inside her wet, tight center, his face scrunched up in pleasure before he pulls out and crawl on top of her, thighs on both sides of her face, pumping himself directly to her mouth.

"Open wide for me baby. Tounge out,"

Obident as she has always been, Y/N quickly darted out her tounge like a starved man waiting for Jungkook to fill her mouth up with his creamy bitter liquid. Jungkook wrapped his hand around his rigid cock and pump a few more times before shooting up his load on the tounge that is laid out in front of him. Just like the good girl that she is, Y/N swallows everything without question, licking her lips when she's done and open up her mouth to show that she has swallowed it all like a good obidient girl.

"That was amazing as always baby girl," Jungkook smirked as he reached out on top of her head and released her bound wrist from the leather that held it to the headboard. He swiftly starts to put his boxers back on and button up his shirt, looking at Y/N who just flashed him an obligatory smile, slowly pulling up the blankets to cover her naked and dirty body that has been throughly used by him just minutes ago.

"Here's something for you," he throws a wad of cash on the bedside table. "I wont be coming tomorrow night. As usual. So you dont have to wait for me. Use the money to go shopping or something," he smile and without even looking back he walks out from her room and her apartment, leaving Y/N alone in the luxurious apartment, feeling disgusted with herself like she always does whenever he leaves after getting his way with her.

Living a life as a sugar baby is not something Y/N has ever imagined herself being. In fact, she felt disgusted by her friends who proudly brags about the expensive jewellery or holiday trips their supposed daddies, boyfriends, sir or whatever it is that they call them, has brought for them. All those luxuries comes with a price of course. A price they dont seem to mind paying at all.

Their body.

"Oh come on Y/N. Its just sex. And you are doing it with a young, hot and wealthy man anyway, not some old perverted hag. You are the one who is getting more of the advantage actually, you get both money and pleasure," Min Hwa grins at her. Min Hwa is one of her first friend since she entered college, she dont really considered them to be best friends, but Y/N do talk and spend a lot of time with her. And ever since Min Hwa has been in the sugar baby scene, she has a lot more money to spend on her friends for coffee and snacks sessions, and who is Y/N to say no to free food. Her starving student ass could never resist that.

Min Hwa always talk, no, bragged, about how great it is to be a sugar baby, especially when her daddy is some young hot shot CEO who has too much money to waste. Y/N never fail to cringe whenever she talks about it but today... well its different. Today, this topic sparks her interest.

As a medical student studying to be a doctor, her years of studying is long and expensive. With a sick mother and two younger siblings to take care of, Y/N's part time jobs doesnt seem to cut it anymore. Quitting her studies is not something she wants to do, but is her dream big enough for her to hold on to to actually consider living the life like Min Hwa?

"Really Y/N. You are absolutely hot! Look at your face. Your body! You can get in no problem. And let me tell you a secret," she leaned in closer. "Jungkook is looking for another baby girl for him," she giggles, making Y/N swallow nervously. Is this her friend's way to help her find a solution to finance her study and family? Somermthing suddenly spark her curiousity.

"Wait. Isnt this Jungkook your boyfriend or whatever you call him?"

"He is not my boyfriend Y/N. I just calls him Jungkook and sometimes daddy in bed," she winked. "But never ever calls him oppa or you will be punish. He hates that the most. Not that I mind being punished by him," she lets out a laugh as Y/N just stare at her. Is she for real right now? Is it that fun to have sex for money? "And to answer your question, yes. Why?"

"You mean... you are not the only girl he do this... arrangement with?" Min Hwa shakes her head.

"Of course not. He is young and absolutely delicious looking. He is freaking hot Y/N. You should see him. Not to mentioned he is incredibly rich. Money means nothing to him. Of course I am not the only girl. Even I would get myself a barrage of girls if I am him,"

"And you dont mind this? Sharing him?" Min Hwa shrugged as an answer.

"Nope. Not at all. Its not like he is my boyfriend Y/N. He buys me things and gives me money for whatever I need. And my job is to make sure he is satisfied whenever he comes to see me and that is all there is to it," she swirled the straw in her drink. "Besides, Jungkook keeps an open relationship with his girls. We are free to meet other boys and we can end the agreement whenever we decide to get serious with someone else,"

"Oh... that's interesting," Y/N nodded her head. That really is. She felt a little more relaxed an assured upon hearing that. So this Jungkook is not some kind of a sex crazed monster then. Usually, the stories she heard about this type of relationship, if you can even call it that, is more possesive and one sided. The girl wont usually be allowed any other interaction with other males. But then again the man dont usually have many girls at the same time. Maybe that's why this Jungkook doesnt mind? Because who knows how many girls he has to keep him company anyway?

"Jungkookie only has one crucial rule though. Never fall in love with him. If you do, the arrangement is over immediately," Min Hwa warned.

"Does that ever happen?" Y/N is curious. How can anyone ever falls in love with a cold man who uses his money to pay young girls for pleasure? "His girls falling in love with him?"

"Oh babe. You cant imagine how many did. Jungkookie is sweet. He treats you nicely. He talks to you and ask you about your day and he will make sure not to cross any of your boundaries. Not to mention he is extremely, and I repeat, extremely, good and amazing in bed," Min Hwa winked. "So Y/N, are you in?"

And that is how Y/N ends up underneath Jungkook one week later.

Their first meeting was a little awkward. Of course it is. She is meeting with some stranger to have sex with him. For money. But Min Hwa was right. Jungkook makes her feel comfortable, he talks to her, asking about her interests and even making small jokes to ease up the tension. And not to mention incredibly good looking. Her heart slightly beat faster when he flashed her a smile and it almost burst everytime their bare skin accidenrally touched

"I only have a few conditions Y/N, if you may call it that," he flashed her a cute bunny smile, something that makes him look so innocent if not for the knowledge of what they are discussing right now. Y/N nodded as a sign for him to proceed.

"One, I can come and go whenever I want and whenever I do come, you will always be ready for me. I will tell you beforehand if I'm not coming on certain days so that you can make your own plans," Y/N nodded. Sounds reasonable.

"Two, this is strictly a sex relationship. You are free to meet anyone else that you one but if you do sleep with them, you need to wear protection and inform me about it," Well, nothing to worry about there. Y/N has only ever did it a few times and that is only with her first boyfriend a long time ago. Its already hard enough for her to decice to sleep with one guy, let alone multiple partners? Not likely going to happen.

"Three, I like to, you may call it, experiment in bed, so you will tell me if anything I want to do is too much for you and I will stop. Dont ever be afraid to tell me that. Its not just about my pleasure. Its about yours too," he smile and Y/N's heart beats faster. Can someone like him actually be caring?

"Four, the moment you agree, I will be giving you an apartment to live in and a car. The car will be under your name. Which you do not have to return when we end this arrangement. It will belong to you. I will also give you monthly expenses and extra bonus for everytime we fucked," Y/N cringe at his vulgar choice of words but what can she do. He is only saying the truth. That is what she is here for. To fuck.

"And finally, five. This is the most crucial rule. Do not, under any circumstances, fall in love with me. Or catch feelings or whatever you call it. If I found out, this arrangement ends immediately, no questions asked," Y/N nodded. Well, Min Hwa has warned her about that before.

"Any question?"

"Uh n-no sir," she shakes her head.

"Call me Jungkook," he smiles. "But you can call me sir in bed if you prefer," he winks.

/////

"Fuck, you are so fucking tight Y/N. I should have known that from the innocent look you gave me today, nobody has ever fucked you this good isnt it? Its alright daddy will take care of you," Jungkook pants as he slide his cock in and out her drenched pussy. One hand holding the back of her knee to make sure she wrapped it tight around his waist while the other is holding the headboard tightly, to help bracing himself as he rammed continuosly into her. Y/N was lost for words. The white hot pleasure surging through her leave her speechless. With the way Jungkook occasionally take a hard nipple in his mouth, rotating from one side to another, suckling and teasing the hard nub, the way his fingers rub her clit so fast, all the while his cock keeps on thrusting into her, Y/N feels like dying from the extreme pleasure.

"I-I'm coming Jungkook. Fuck,"

"Come baby girl. Let me feel you all over my cock," he leans down and start kissing her neck, one hand going between their sweaty bodies to rub her engorged clit faster and faster, and in no time at all Y/N was clenching all over his cock, her orgasm coming in multiple wave. Her loud moans being captured by Jungkook mouth as he keeps thrusting into her through her orgasm. Feeling her walls clenching tightly around him is too much for Jungkook to handle and he quickly pulls himself out.

"On your knees,"

Confused at his demand at first, Y/N finally crawled in front of him and kneeled down, hands obidiently folded in her lap as Jungkook hastily stroked his cock up and down, sweat dripping from his forehead to his delicious abs.

"Fuck, here it comes babygirl," He finally shoots his load onto her face, white sticky liquid smeared everywhere from her hair down to her chin. Jungkook pants from the satisfying pleasure he just experienced and flopped down on the bed. "You look gorgeous with my cum on your face baby girl," he grins and heads out to the bathroom.

Shaken by her first experience of sleeping with this incredibly handsome and not to mention talented man, Y/N sat at the corner of the bed, waiting for him to get out from the bathroom, still confused and not knowing what she can and couldnt do. This is their first time together after all. Jungkook came out from the bathroom already fully dressed and chuckle at the sight of Y/N, still fully naked with his cum on her face sitting like a good girl she is on the bed waiting for his next instructions, her arms shyly covering her bare chest. Seeing her looking all wide eyes and innocent, staring up at him makes his cock stirred again but he knows once is enough for her tonight. It is their first time together afterall.

Maybe he can trained her to take more later.

"Why are you just sitting there?"

"I-uh I dont know what I'm supposed to do. What I am allowed to do," she answered, looking down at her fingers. Jungkook chuckles. How can someone so sweet and innocent be willing to be involved in something like this? With someone like him?

"You can go clean yourself up babygirl. I think I have tire you enough for tonight," he smiles and Y/N quietly stood up and went into the bathroom. After a quick shower and changing into a set of fresh and clean clothes, Y/N went out only to find the apartment empty and a stack of cash on her night table, and she has never ever felt more dirty.

/////

Jungkook came over quite often after that night, which surprises her. Min Hwa told her before that Jungkook had different girls for every day of the week and he will only visit them once a week, on their designated day. But Jungkook never say anything to her, nor has he set a specific day for her. It has been a month and he has come to her for almost every night.

Nights with Jungkook were never boring. Sure, she still feels dirty and guilty after but she cant deny the pleasure Jungkook gave her every night, or the multiple pleasure he gave her on some nights. Jungkook is amazing in bed, he taught her various new things, experimenting with toys and things Y/N never even know existed. But that wasnt the best part for her. To her the best part is after all the sweaty and dirty sex they have, the part when Jungkook is willing to stay over and would let her cook up some ramen or heat up some leftovers and they would sit on the kitchen bar, talking about each other's life.

Y/N never expected a sugar daddy relationship to be like this. She always thought its all about the pleasure and the money, no in betweens. But after a month of late night talks, she realizes Jungkook is nothing like the man she imagined him to be. He is funny, interesting, childish, competitive, smart and creative. He is a man who have dreams and fears. Shredding the expensive suits, the shiny watches and devilish smirk, Jungkook is only just a normal ordinary man, and that is the part of him that she likes best.

/////

"H-how was your day today?"

Five words were stuttered to him. Five words that change everything he thought he knew. Five words that Y/N said to him after one of their steamy nights as he is tying his expensive leather shoes, ready to leave. Five words that is softly uttered to him, laced with fear of him flipping out from the question, by the girl who was wrapped only in the blanket over her naked body, peering behind the wall, eyes innocently wide. Five words that makes him stop what he is doing and turn back inside.

No one. No one has ever asked him that question. No one ever cares how his day has gone by. All the people around him only cares about how many millions did he gain today? How many projects did he get his hands on today? Is he interested in some new land? The girls he fucked only cares about the jewelleries he bought them. The fancy new dress he will bring them. The branded handbags he will purchase for them. Nobody cares if he has eaten, or if he is feeling well or if the world around him chewed him up today. For years Jungkook tries to find salvation from his lonely life in the form of shallow entertainment, getting drunk and high, taking advantage of the girls that is blinded by his wealth, when all he ever wants is someone to talk to. Someone who is really willing to listen to him. Someone who actially cares.

And when Y/N looks back at him with her innocent wide eyes, hands nervously gripping the sheets covering her body, slightly shaking from fear of upsetting him, the sincerity of her question shone through, Jungkook knows he has finally found that someone.

So he keeps coming back.

Without realizing, a month has passed by where he had spend most of his nights with Y/N instead of his other daily girls. He feels lighter whenever he came by, and its not just because the things they do in bed, and trust him, Y/N is amazing in bed. Shy at first, now she seems to be more into it, willing and eager to try eveeything he suggested. It makes him extremely happy to see her enjoy herself. In fact, unlike with how he usually is with his other girls, Jungkook seems to focus more on bringing her the pleasure instead of thinking of what he wants and what he needs first.

"You look pretty," he smiles at Y/N who just came out from the bathroom after their mind blowing fuck session together, drying her hair, dressed in a very simple night gown. Most of the girls he slept with will wrapped themselves in expensive silk and complucated designs. Designs that are supposed to interest him, supposes to make him wants them even more, but he never even batt them an eye. All of them are just the same to him. Willing to be fucked as long as he pays for it. How is it that this girl who is dressed in a very simple white cotton night gown managed to make his cock stir again? Making his heart beats faster? Jungkook tries to pushed his desire aside but when Y/N actually blush from his compliment, none of his girls are innocent enough to blush from a simple compliment, Jungkook knows he is already gone.

He immediately stood up, making the silky sheets thats covering his naked body slide off, revealing taut muscle and his red hard cock, already weeping, hard and ready for another round, making Y/N's eyes widen as she gazed at the beautiful man stalking towards her.

"How are you doing this to me?" His voice is raspy and ragged with lustful breath as he leans and hungrily captured her lips with his. Y/N was beyond surprise. During the time they had spend together, Jungkook never once kissed her. Kissing means feelings he said. Kissing means intimacy. Kissing meant someone special and none of them are that to him. That is what he said. So why is he kissing her now? Y/N doesnt have the time to ponder about his real reason as he starts to bit her lower lips and his tounge proding her mouth, asking for entrance which she immediately allows. Jungkook taste sweet, with a mix of alcohol and mint and all around just pure Jungkook. A taste so intoxicating and heavenly, Y/N knows she is already addicted to.

"Take it all off for me baby," Without hesitation Y/N slides down the straps of her night gown and let the material pool at her feet. Revealing herself bare except for a matching white cotton panties she wore underneath. Jungkook drink in every little skin that is revealed to him and leans closer, lowering his head to her breast, capturing one hard nub, suckling a hard nipple in his mouth, making Y/N moan louder and louder, her hands trying so desperately reaching for the walls behind her for support before her weak knees gives out on her. Jungkook continues his ministration, switching from one nipple to other while his fingers deftly grazed her clothed core, making her breath nkre raghed at his touch.

"J-jungkook,"

"God. I love it when you moan my name baby girl. But I think you can go loider than that. And I surely can make it louder," he smirked and swiftly went down on his knees placing his nose between her legs right where ahe wants him the most and inhaled her intoxicating smell.

"Ermmm I love that smell baby girk. The smell that shows just how wet you already are for me," Y/N can already feel herself getting wetter just from his words and apparently Jungkook can see it too by the wet patch forming on her clean white panties. Without waiting for an answer, he pulls her already ruined panties down her leg, revealing her drenched pussy to him.

"So beautiful. Always so beautiful," he whispered loud enough for her to hear as he uses his thumb and forefinger to spread open her pussy lips and give a small soft kiss to her clit.

"J-jungkook!"

"You like that baby hmm?" Y/N can feel him smiling as his warm wet tounge start to lick a broad stripe before he increases his speed and lapped up her whole sex, slowly and soft at first and slowly start to pick up the pace. Y/N feels like losing her mind at the pleasure, her hands starts to pull on his hair as Jungkook suckle on her already engorged clit. It didnt take her long to reached her orgasm, releasing her juice all over Jungkook's tounge and face, which he happily lapped up as she rode her high. He stood up with a smile and face her, licking the corner of his mouth, turning her on even more.

"Your taste is addictive baby," Y/N was panting, too caught up in her strong orgasm that she didnt resist when Jungkook kissed her again, hungrily, tounge proding into every inch of her mouth, making her taste herself before spinning her around, pinning her chest to the wall. She can feel his hard cock grazing the curve of her ass and Jungkook pushed her back to make her bend over. He sticks his chest on her back, placing his face only a centimeter from hers, his warm breath and his scent sending tingle to her whole body.

"Tell me you want me baby girl. Tell me. I want to hear you say it,"

"I-I want you Jungkook. Please. Please fuck me,"

Jungkook lost all control at her words and immediately slide his cock fully into her, thrusting slowly at first, trying to enjoy the feel of her warmth walls enveloping him. He round his hands over her body and cupped both of her breasts, fingers twiddling with her nipples making her moan louder.

"You like it baby? You like me fucking you from the back againsts this wall? You want me to fuck you harder?" Jungkook growled as he starts to kiss the side of her neck, biting and grazing his teeth against it. "Tell me. Tell me what you want!"

"Yes Jungkook. Yes. Fuck me harder, please. Oh god!" Jungkook immediately picks up his pace, thrusting and pounding into her fast and hard, the only sounds filling the room is their mixed ragged breaths and moans. Jungkook can feel her getting closer and closer by the sound of her breath and how tight she is clenching around him. One hand reached down her body and start to rub her clit fast and hard, helping her to reach her high, needing her to come first, to make sure she feels the pleasure first.

"Oh God Jungkook, I'm- ahhhh I'm coming,"

Her walls clenched so hard around him that Jungkook immediately releases himself inside of her a second later. Panting from their mind blowing orgasm, Jungkook turns her around and captured her lips for a long hard kiss, and once again, taking her by surprise.

Y/N closes her eyes as he moulded his soft lips against hers. She slowly kissed him nack, taking in every kittle taste of him that she could, deciding to just enjoy this moment. The moment that Jungkook really felt like he belong to her.

"Y/N?" A hand wave in front of her, startling her from her daydream. She snapped back to reality only to see her classmate looking at her weirdly, the class already empty. "Uh, class has been over for 10 minutes now and you have been staring at nothing for the whole two hours of lecture. Are you sure you are okay?" Y/N flashed her a smile and nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah. I am totally fine. Just thinking about what to eat tonight," her friend looks at her, obviously not believing her lie but decides not to ask further. Y/N gathered her books and left the class, walking slowly back to her apartment. Well, Jungkook's apartment. Not that he has been around much lately.

Truth is, Jungkook is the one who has been plaguing her mind. She cant understand him at all. He came over almost every night for a month, take time to talk to her, get to know her and make her feel like they have some kind of a connection other than just sex for money, and he kissed her that night, and then he just left?

That night.

That night will be the night that Y/N will treasure forever. Jungkook made love, yes, she can finally calls it making love and not some raw fucking like he usually did this time, three times that night and he kissed her. Multiple times. She knows it must mean something to him too. She can feel it in his kiss and the gentle way he cuddles her between sessions.

But when she woke up the next morning, he was gone. No text, no note, no calls nothing. And she didnt hear from him for almost three weeks now. The only thing that confirms he is still well and alive is the fact that her account balance keeps on increasing.

What did she do wrong?

Has Jungkook finally had enough of her?

Just the thought make her heart clench. The thought that she might never see him again, talk to him, see his smile, hear his laugh, feel his touch. It scares her to no end. And thats when Y/N realizes she is fucked.

She fell in love with Jeon Jungkook.

And maybe he knows it too, and thats why he went away.

Y/N didnt have to wonder for long where he is when she saw his expensive Italian made shoes at the doorway. A huge smile immediately creeped up her face at the thought of seeing him. She misses him, and although she knows its wrong, she cant help it.

She's in love.

Her smile quickly dissappear when she take another step further into the apartment and saw two pairs of women's red high heels that definitely didnt belongs to her. Did Jungkook brought someone home? Its fine of course, it is his house anyway, but why would he bring his girls to where she is? After dissappearing for weeks? What is he trying to proof?

As she entered the living hall that is situated right in front of her bedroom, she can finally hear it. Two women's voices screaming out Jungkook's name and his ragged breathing. Is this really happening? Did Jungkook really brought back his girls to her place and fuck them in her bedroom? Of all places, her bedroom?

"Fuck Jungkook faster," a raspy women's voice scream out, which Y/N quickly named as women #1. Her heart starts to ache. "Oh god, Jungkook, you are eating me out so well, fuck baby," there goes women #2. She knows. She knows she is not the only one. That is fact. But must he do this to her?

She thought what they had, what she felt that night was special.

Maybe... maybe it really is just sex and what they had is really nothing special to him at all.

Y/N tried to calm her heart but it breaks into pieces with what she heard next.

"God, you are beautiful," Words that he used to say to her.

"Kiss me Jungkook," and wet sloppy sound of kisses filled the room. Y/N couldnt handle it. She really does mean nothing at all to Jungkook. Just another girl. Another sex doll to him. Those nights spend talking and revealing her heart apparently meant nothing special to him.

She is nothing special to him.

She braced herself and curled into a ball on the couch, waiting for them to be done, and thankfully it didnt take long. The two girls, hair and makeup ruined, smile shyly at her as they put on their shoe and pull on their dresses, adjusting it, somehow trying to make themselves look presentable enough for the outside world before they went out, locking the door behind her.

Jungkook came out a few second later, shirtless, hair messy, body filled with marks and scratches and he gave a cold glare as he noticed Y/N sitting on the couch. Y/N cant understand it. Why is he being so cold to her. What did she ever do to him that make him changed?

"Oh, you are back. Sorry, we borrowed your room, thought you will be in class all day," His words so cold, only giving her a side glance as he uttered the words.

"Y-yeah okay..."

"What's with you?" He asks questioningly as if he didnt do anything wrong. Well, come to think of it, he really didnt do anything wrong but why does Y/N's heart breaking?

"Me? What wrong with you?" Y/N find some courage to actually questioned him, something she has never done, not even once during their time together. Jungkook raised an eyebrow at her defiance.

"Are you... are you seriously defying me? Talking back to me?" He took a few steps closer towards her. Y/N gulped in fear. Despite everything she has been feeling for him, fear is still a big part of it.

"I-I'm just asking you. Yo-you didnt call or text for weeks and-"

"Baby girl is so feisty today," he smirked, taking long strides towards her, now already standing right in front of her, carressing her cheeks. Y/N, although scared and mad at him, feels herself gets weaker with his touch, leaning into his palm. God, she missed him. "Since when have you been such a naughty girl huh? You know daddy doesnt like that," Jungkook snarled and pull her down on the couch, laying her down on his lap. All thoughts of questions and anger flies out from her mind the moment Jungkook lifted up her skirt and carressed her ass, pushing down her panties to leaving it at her thights, restraining her movements, his hands palming her bare ass. "Such a beautiful sight. Too bad you have been a bad girl today, so you must received your punishment. Do you understand me? Hmmm?" Y/N can only moan at the sensation she felt as his palms keep carressing her ass cheeks. Shit, she can feel herself dripping on Jungkook's thighs.

"Answer when daddy ask you a question baby girl,"

"Y-yes daddy," Y/N can feel Jungkook's cock twitch when she called him what he wanted to hear and it just turns her on more. Pleasing him. Theres no bigger turn on than that in her books.

"Count," was what he said before his cold palm hits her bare ass, rotating from cheek to cheek leaving beautiful stinging red marks.

"O-one,"

"Hmmm, beautiful. Red is really your colour baby girl," Each spank he kanded on her will be accompanied with gentle carressed from Jungkook's cold hands, making her moan louder everytime, the sensation bringing both pain and pleasure to her.

"Fif-fifteen," her voice weak and the last slap hits her ass. Jungkook scooped her up and kiss her lovingly, tounge hungrily lapping hers before putting her down.

"You did great baby girl, and good girls shall be rewarded," Y/N eagerly nodded, willing to take whatever it is Jungkook's going to give her. She didnt know how did she become this pathetic, this desperate for a man's touch. But this is not just any man, this is Jeon Jungkook, and she is willing to do anything to feel his skin on hers.

"Get on all fours," Y/N quickly scrambled to get into position on the couch, her ass and pussy spread wide for Jungkook to see in that position. He lightly grazed her plush ass, giving it a kiss. "So soft, so beautiful, all mine, right?" Y/N nodded without a doubt, looking over her shoulders to see Jungkook pumping his already very hard cock, pre cum leaking from the tip. The sight make her even wetter, if that is even possible. He grazed the head of his cock around her drenched pussy, collecting all her wetness and slap her clit a few times with his cock. The sensation felt so good, Y/N almost felt like cumming right then and there.

"D-daddy, please," she keeps on begging, but he ignores her, continuing to tease her sopping pussy.

"Beg for dadd baby girl,"

"D-daddy please. I- want more,"

He finally have mercy on her and lined his cock to her entrance sliding in the head, fucking her shallowly.

"Do you think you deserve more? You think you deserve Daddy's cock tonight?" He lands another slap on her ass making her moan.

"Y-yes D-daddy. I've been good,"

"Hmm," he keeps on thrusting slowly, watching only the tip slides in and out of her. "You are right. You have been a good girl, and daddy promises good firls shall be rewarded," and slides himself fully in her. Y/N let out a loud moan at the sensation of him filling her up and Jungkook needs a minute to adjust himself as her tight walls starts to envelope him. "Fuck baby girl, you are so tight. You havent been fuck for a long time didnt you? Daddy is sorry he left you for so long baby girl. But Daddy will take care of you now," and with that he starts to thurst harder and harder, hands pressing on her back, burying her face in the couch. It didnt take long for the both of them to reached their peak, screaming each other's name as their explosive orgasm crashed through.

Jungkook and Y/N lay beside each other, panting. Jungkook kissed her sweaty forehead, a move that didnt go unnoticed by Y/N, making her feel like crying again. She wrapped the blanket around herself and finds the courage to open her mouth, to find the truth she has been seeking for.

"Wh-where did you go for the last three weeks?"

"I just had some things to do that doesnt concerns you," his cold exterior came back, the smile quickly vanish from his face. Y/N gulped at his cold respond and decides to ask something else instead.

"W-why did you bring those girls here?" Her voice small and anxious, afraid of what he might do or say. Jungkook immediately stood up and start to find his clothes. "Wait!" She panics. "Where are you going?"

"Just because I'm nice to you, you think you have the right to ask me questions? Who do you think you are? My girlfriend? You think you are special?!" He growled, hands stopping midway from buttoning his shirt, fuming with anger.

"N-no. But I thought-"

"Well, whatever you thought, you thought wrong!" He walks towards her, looming over her on the edge of the bed. "You are just one of the many girls that I fucked under a contract. For money. Dont even for a second think that you are special or different from any of them,"

"Jungkook, I just-"

"The fact that you actually agreed to this has already proof how you are just a shallow gold digger with no pride or self respect. Selling your body for money, and you thought I would see you as something special?" he lets out a sarcastic laugh. It hurts. His words hurts like crazy. Jungkook knows the reason why shes doing this. She told him during one of their late night talks. He also knows she never used his money more than what is necessary for her mother and her two siblings. She never asks for anything more from him. He knows all this but yet why is he saying all this things?

"Why are you even crying? Isnt what I said true?" He mocked.

"Why are you being like this?!" She screamed out. "This is not you. I know the real you Jungkook. You are not like this. Please, tell me whats wrong, I will help you go through it! But dont do this. Dont ruined what we had!"

"What we had? What the fuck are you talking about? You are delusional!"

"No Jungkook!" She cried out. "I know you felt it too!" Tears are already rolling down her cheeks. Who is she kidding? His word is more than just hurts her, it kills her. Jungkook scoffed.

"Just because we have a few talks you think you know me?" He lets out a dry laugh. "Everything I do is just a rust to get you into bed sweetheart," he smirked and carressed her cheeks, which is wet with tears.

"No. Th-thats not true. I know its not. Jungkook please,"

"I'm sorry you fell for it, but hey.. at least you get paid for it," he lets out a loud laugh, which sounds so evil, so sadistic to her ears.

"Why are you acting like this?" Y/N sobbed. "This is not you. This is not the Jungkook I fell in love with..."

Jungkook's eyes turned soft for a second, Y/N is sure she is not imagining it but it was gone in a matter of second, replaced by the cold hard glare.

"You love me?" He turns towards her and Y/N weakly nodded. No point of hiding that fact anymore. "Then, this arrangement is over sweetheart. Leave this apartment by tomorrow," he cupped her chin and looked into her eyes. Y/N stare into his brown doe eyes, hoping to find the Jungkook that she knows once again, but nothing. Only this monster remains. "Tsk, too bad. You are a good fuck too," was his last words before he walked out of the apartment, leaving Y/N crumpled alone on the floor.

/////

"I can obviously tell there's something bothering you," Taehyung walked into the large expensive mansion own by his childhood bestfriend, the most sought after billionaire Jeon Jungkook, careful not to step on the bottles of expensive wine, vodka and champange scattered on the floor. Taehyung lets out a small laugh at the sight of his friend in his silk custom robe, sprawled out on the large leather sofa. Even when he is getting shit drunk hes doing it with style and expensive alcohol.

Must be nice to be Jeon Jungkook.

"Go away Tae,"

"Sorry Kook. Not gonna happen," he flopped down beside the distressed man. "Whats going on? I have seen you went through hell and back and back again and never once were you like this. What could have happened that could make the mighty Jeon Jungkook holed up in his extremely expensive mansion?"

"I dont want to talk about it, go away Tae," he leans down to reached out to a half empty bottle of vodka but Taehyung snatched it away.

"Oh no no. Dont think you are getting off that easy. I'm not leaving until I get an answer and you know how persistance... and annoying I can be," he smirked. Jungkook sighed. Well, what Taehyung said is true. He is very, very annoying. Especially when he is trying to get what he wants. He wont stop until he succeeds. And right now he wants some answers from Jungkook. After much consideration and thinking, Jungkook accepted the fact that he has no choice if he wants Taehyung to leave. So he opens his mouth and start the to tell him the cause of the pain in his heart.

"Her name is Y/N..."

/////

"Well... I dont know what to say," Taehyung leans back into the couch after Jungkook finished off his story. So that's what it is. His friend is in love! Who would have thought. The news should have shocked Taehyung if he didnt know the sweet innocent Jungkook the boy used to be. The Jungkook that is capable of love and being loved. "What I dont understand is, why did you even say any of those things if you dont mean it?"

"I was scared okay? I have never, and I mean never felt like this before. The feeling of having someone actually cares for me, wanting to know me, worried about me. It feels strange Tae, but I- I like that feeling. The feeling of being loved," Jungkook sighed. "And that night... that night was the first time I kissed someone after a long time Tae. And it felt wonderful. It felt amazing. Its electrifying, it sends tingles through my whole body," Taehyung gaped at his friend. Is this really Jeon Jungkook? Talking to him about feelings?

"Everytime I look at her I feel like protecting her Tae. I want to give her everything that could make her happy. I hate to see her sad, even worse when she cries. It breaks my heart to see her in pain," he lowered his gaze to the floor.

"Tae?" Jungkook raised his head and finally looked into his friend's eyes after hours of swallowing in self pity. "Is this... is this what love feels like? Is this... is this what they called love?"

Taehyung chuckled out loud at Jungkook's question. His box smile showing. He finally see the innocent and adorable friend he met years ago when they were just little kids. The innocent and sweet boy, before life took a hard turn and change him into the cold wealthy man he is today.

"Yes Jungkook. It is safe to say that you are in love,"

/////

Jungkook stood outside the coffee shop, hands sweaty as he grip the bouquet of flowers in his hand. The cafe is filled with teenagers, college students mostly and he have never felt out of place. But if he wants Y/N back, then this is what he have to do.

"What are you afraid of? She herself told you she loves you and from the stories you told me about her, I dont think she's the type of person who change her heart so easily Kook. I'm pretty sure she still loves you. She just need to know that you love her,"

Well, at least that's what Taehyung told him. And up to that moment, Jungkook had believed that it might be true. But looking at Y/N expressionless place standing in front of him right now, he isnt so sure anymore.

Y/N cross her arms in front of her chest, foot tapping anxiously.

"What are you doing here Jungkook?"

"I-uh I came to see you,"

"Why?" Her cold respond makes him even more nervous than he already is. He have met thousands of the most important people in this world, but none had make him feel this nervous, small and insecure more than this simple girl in front of him.

"To... to say I'm sorry," Y/N raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry Y/N. For everything," She kept quiet for a moment before finally nodded.

"Fine. I accept your apology," Jungkook's heart almost stop. Did she really just forgive him just like that? After everything he said and done to her? "So please, dont show your face to me ever again. I dont want to see you and remind me of the biggest mistake of my life," she added before turning away. Her words hits him like a blade, piercing his heart. Jungkook immediately reached out for her hand, halting her from proceeding back into the shop.

"No, Y/N wait. Please," he plead. "Can... can we start over? Please? I want to make it up to you. To make things right. Please Y/N," Y/N sighed and close her eyes, Jungkook can see traces of tears starts to pool at the corner of her eyes when she opened them, making his heart hurt even worse.

"Please just leave me alone Jungkook. Please,"

"No!" Jungkook is determined. He finally know what love felt like and he is not going to let it go so easily. "No. I wont stop until you give me a chance Y/N. I realized it now. I was stupid. I was scared of my own feelings, and I hurt you, just because I was afraid. Please Y/N," Y/N didnt say anything but shakes her hand loose from his hold, turning away to leave him.

"Y/N, I love you!"

His sudden confession managed to make her stop in her tracks, turning around slowly. Tears are now trailing down her cheeks.

"Dont Jungkook. Dont insult my feelings like this!"

"No Y/N," he reached forward and hold one of her hand. "I love you. I am so desperately, madly in love with you. I'm sorry I didnt realized it sooner, admit it sooner. I am so so sorry. Please Y/N. Please give me a chance," he plead, sniffling as he tries to hold back his tears.

"No," that one word broke Jungkook into pieces. "No. I cant do this. I'm sorry," was all she said before she pulled back her hand and ran away as fast as she could from him.

"I wont give up Y/N. I wont lose you. I just cant lose you," Jungkook softly whispered between his uncontainable tears, but theres nobody there to hear it.

Jungkook came to the coffee shop everyday since then. Y/N could have just ignored it, but of course, being Jeon Jungkook, he have to go the extra mile and actually bought the whole freaking coffee shop and made sure no one else is allowed to come in except him. He also made sure that Y/N work on most hours, givinf her extra pay, knowing she needed it.And he just sits there all day long, staring at her. Y/N wanted to quit, she really really want to but the money is good and she cant afford to lose a job right now.

Y/N finally had enough when the second week of just sitting at the counter and having Jungkook stares at her all day rolled by and walked up to him. Furious and frustrated

"Alright. What the hell do you want?!"

"One date. I want you to go on one date with me," Y/N ponders on his word. The request seems simple enough.

"Just one date and then you will leave me alone?" Jungkook nodded, eyes bright with hope.

"Fine. One date. And thats it,"

/////

The dreadful day of the date finally came and Y/N was awaken bright and early by her doorbell. A man dressed in a perfectly tailored suit stood outside her door, smiling.

"Uh yes?"

"Good morning Miss Y/N," he beams and hands her a huge box. "With compliments from Mr Jeon," Y/N was surprised. What is all this about. What is Jungkook doing now?

"Uh thanks... I guess?"

"I will make sure Mr Jeon receives your thanks. And he also sends this," he motioned for someone to come over and another man suddenly came into the picture, holding the most beautiful and biggest arrangment of roses she has ever seen. "500 roses, to cheer up your morning," the man smile. "Thats all Miss Y/N. May you have a great day," he bowed and left, leaving Y/N speechless.

She placed the heavy bouquet of flowers inside her living room, stunned for a moment and curiously open the first box she received. If the flowers surprised her, whats inside the box makes her jaw dropped. Inside is the most beautiful dress she has ever seen, with matching shoes and a clutch bag. She picked up the note attached on the box.

"Dear Y/N,

I tried to find something to match your beauty, but nothing could compare to you. I hope this dress would suffice. Please wear it for our date tonight.

Love, JJK

Y/N smile a little at the cheesiness of the note and picked up the dress. It was beautiful, no doubt, but is it enough to make her forgive Jeon Jungkook?

/////

Jungkook arrived exactly on time that night. Impeccably dressed in a tailored suit that makes him look extremely mouth watering. Not that Y/N would ever tell him that. He smile as he take her hand and lead her inside the limousine. Yes, he came with a freaking limousine.

"You look beautiful Y/N," he beams and Y/N just gave him a small smile back. Jungkook tried to gave her the perfect date. Flowers, champagne, chocolates, candle light dinner at a 6 star restaurant where he had closed down for the night just for them. He even took her on a carriage ride to the deck, where he lead her up to his private yatch, and watch a huge firework show that he planned just for her. Everything was perfect, beautiful, just like in the movies, but everything seems so wrong. Is Jungkook really not the man she thought he is?

"Y/N? Are you not enjoying the date?" Jungkook asks, realizing her silence, brows furrowed with worry as they sit in the limo after coming down from the yatch. "Is there anything else I can do? Do you want a trip to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower? Or a romantic night in Venice? I could call my private jet and we could go right now. Tell me Y/N. I will give you anything you want. Please,"

"Just stop Jungkook. This isnt working. You are not the man I thought you are. The man that I fall in love with..."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Jungkook kneels down and hold her hands. "Show me Y/N. Show me how to be that man," Y/N ponders for a moment and a smile finally graced her lips.

"Stop the car," she said and took Jungkook's hands, leading him out.

"Where are we going?"

"I am going to show you the part of you that I fell in love with. The real you,"

"Are you having fun?"

"Oh my god. Yes! And can we please get another one of those cotton candy?" Y/N laughs at his request and nodded.

"Of course,"

Y/N had taken him, the most sought after billionaire in the world to a carnival slash arcade at the countryside. At first confuse, Jungkook is now enjoying every little thing there is to do at the place, laughing like little children as they tried each and every game. Exhausted after a whole night of laughing, they are now currenly sitting at a lake side, sitting on a grass eating take outs from McDonalds.

"I brought you to a 6 star restaurant and you barely touch your food, but you finished two burgers from McDonalds?" Jungkook glares at her.

"What can I say? I'm just a simple girl who enjoys simple things. Not firework watching on a private yatch and a Michellin star 6 course dinner Jungkook,"

Jungkook's eyes soften. "I'm sorry Y/N. For tonight," he sighed. "For everything..."

"Its okay," Y/N raised her head to look at him. "I just want you to see that you are so much more than your money. That I enjoyed our time together the best when we are doing things like this. Not everything is about your money Jungkook. And not everyone is all aboit your money too. You have so much quality to offer that makes you a great person. Qualities that make me fall in love with you," she averted her eyes. "I know that night... when you said those things to me... that wasnt you. The real you is the man whose eyes lights up when he talks to me about his dreams to become a musician, when he talks about his love for Iron Man," she chuckled, "That man... he is the real Jeon Jungkook. So... I forgive you Jungkook. For real,"

Jungkook's eyes brighten at her words, his bunny smile showing.

"But I also know that girls like me is not someone like you will look for and I'm okay with that. So Jungkook, thank you for tonight. Thank you for giving me one last chance to spend my time with the real you," she smile and was about to stand up and leave but Jungkook pulls her back down, his hand grasping hers tight.

"This is what I'm talking about Y/N. This is what makes it so difficult,"

"What do you mean?" Y/N looks at him confused.

"You were right. Girls like you are not suitable for me," Y/N nodded softly, eyes turning sad, but Jungkook cupped her chin and make her look straight into his eyes."Girls like you dont see me as just a meal ticket, a piece of meat. Girls like you take your time to see who I really am, to see the real me underneath all these cold and expensive masks I tried so hard to put on. Girls like you get to know me the way I dont even know myself. Girls like you... makes me realized there are people who actually cared about me. For the real me. Girls like you makes me smile during times I dont remember how to. Girls like you makes me forget the troubles that I have just by being next to me. Girls like you makes my heart beats faster just from the way they look at me. Girls like you makes me want to hurt everyone who ever make them cry. Girls like you makes me want to protect them, to care for them, to be there for them. Girls like you... makes me fall in love," Y/N was shocked. Is Jeon Jungkook trying to say he has fallen in love? It cant be real. It just cant.

"But..." his eyes dropped low, sadness shone in them although his hand never leaving hers. "Girls like you are sweet. They are pure and innocent. Girls like you are not meant to be in my world. My dirty, broken, damaged, world. Girls like you... guys like me... we dont deserve them. But Y/N," he lifted his head up and looks back into her eyes. "I'm a selfish man, I want something that I know I dont deserve and I am willing to give up everything for it," he peered into her already teary eyes.

"Is it okay Y/N? Is it okay for me to love a girl like you? To love... you?"

"J-Jungkook..." Her tears are already falling down her face with no intention to stop. Never had she imagined that he would say those words to her. Love. Jeon Jungkook loves her.

"Y/N?"

"Yes. Yes Jungkook," she smile between her tears, making Jungkook's heart beats like crazy at how beautiful she looks.

"I love you so much L/N Y/N. So so much. Thank you for loving me and showing me what love really is," he cupped her face softly and slowly leaned in to give the softest kiss she has ever received, filled with longing, hope and most of all, love.

Never in a million years would she have thought that a simple ordinary girl like her can make the Jeon Jungkook fall in love. But it turns out, girls like her is exactly what a boy like him needed.

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The Beta

ARTIST: Woozi from SEVENTEEN

GENRE: Smut

LENGTH-3k

A/N: So, hehehe, this one was quite fun to write. Sorry it took so long to post, my laptop was broken but we are back in business! Im finishing up some more requests right now. Enjoy my loves~

~Kae

GIF IS NOT MINE.

Woozi was always one to communicate with you; There was never a day that went by that he didn't check in with you at least once.So when he didn't say anything to you for nearly 10 days, you were beginning to worry. Why wasn't he texting you back? You needed answers

“Where is he?” You demanded, stepping into the living room like a woman on a mission as you were met with 12 confused and panicked faces.

“You shouldn’t be here” Seungcheol spoke tenderly, stepping forward just as his face began to lose its color and give way to his panicked expression.

“What do you mean I can’t be here?” You questioned, the hurt obvious on your features and in your tone of voice.

How could Seungcheol say something like that to you? He knew that you loved Jihoon with every fiber of your being, just as he did and he said that to you? Your anger boiled beneath the surface steadily as this resonated with you.

“Seriously, he’s going to be able to smell you within the next few seconds” Vernon spoke hurriedly, his voice displaying obvious panic.

You scrunched your nose in confusion.

“Since when was that ever an issue?” You questioned defensively.

Just what the hell was going on around here? Why was it such an inconvenience that you wanted to see your boyfriend?

“Love, you need to leave, now ” Joshua spoke, his soothing voice the only calming aspect in this situation even though he was saying the same thing as the others.

Why were they keeping him from you? Did they not know that you knew what he was and that you didn’t care? You wanted to love all of Jihoon, not just the parts that were convenient to the laws of this natural world. You had fallen in love with his sarcastic, playful exterior almost as much as you had fallen for his soft, reserved side. You loved all of Jihoon and they had no right to demand that you withhold it.

“He told me” you countered, your voice showcasing your strong and unwavering conviction although you weren't so sure if this declaration could cause possible issues.

“Told you what?” Wonwoo’s deep drawl came from his place on the armchair just as he placed his book on his lap.

“He told me what he is. I know that he’s a werewolf and I don’t care” You declared strongly, watching as Seungcheol’s face switched from concern to utter surprise.

“He told you what exactly?” He asked, obviously taken aback even a bit angry.

“Jihoon’s not usually that impulsive” Jun spoke up, looking around the room at the others in search for a proper reaction.

“So you know that he’s a werewolf and you stayed?” Minghao asked, eyebrow raised well behind the frames of his glasses.

You nodded.

“I love him for who he is. What he is doesn't matter to me”.

“You sure you know what this means? And you're ready to accept all of the side effects?” Jeonghan asked, obviously skeptical to say the least.

Before you could even nod your confirmation, you were interrupted.

“She’s here” You heard a deep voice reminiscent of the man you loved.

“Shit” You heard Seokmin whisper with slight terror in his voice.

“Don’t touch her” Seungcheol warned hurriedly, causing the boys to spread out and away from you almost immediately.

“Huh?” You vocalized rather stupidly; Why couldn’t they touch you? You weren’t wearing any silver nor was kinship between you and the boys ever an issue before so just what the hell was causing such changes?

At that very moment, Jihoon walked in, his eyes connecting with your own the moment he stepped into the large living space. His gaze, however, was different than what you were useful. The passion contained in those eyes were almost enough to knock the wind out of you; You had never seen him look at you, much less nothing else, like this before. You could’ve cut the tension in the room with a blade as he leaned against the nearest wall, his slightly wet tresses pushed away from his face with nothing but gray sweatpants on his body. The devious look in his eyes made it near impossible for you to take your own away from his shirtless form, memorizing the grooves and ridges of his toned chest and stomach with your eyes. A smile crossed his lips the moment your eyes raised to meet his own again and, in the moment you saw that smile, you didn’t bother to heed the weird and cryptic warnings from the boys and ran up to him, throwing your arms around his neck. His body seemed much hotter than usual but you barely paid that small detail any mind as he let a single arm curl around your waist and pull you to him possesively. Let his head fall to the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply, something he didn’t normally do in such a blatant manor.

“You haven't spoken to me in almost 10 days. I thought that something happened to you” you whispered against the skin of his neck.

You heard him let out a slight dark growl as your lips brushed the damp skin of his neck.

“You smell so good baby” he complimented, although his dark voice and sexual undertones overpowered the innocence of the compliment.

“Jihoon-”he barely allowed a full pronunciation of his name before his head snapped up to meet Seungcheol’s form.

“Get out” Jihoon spoke smoothly, although his tone left absolutely no room for argument.

“You’re not thinking straight hyung. Remember what you made us promise you” Chan spoke up, taking a step towards the two of you.

That simply action caused Jihoon to clutch onto your waist tighter, keeping you as close to him as possible as he let a growl escape his throat.

“Baby?” You questioned him before you pulled back just in time to see his eyes flash a dangerous yet visually seductive color of melted copper.

What in the world was going on with him?

“I’m thinking perfectly fine. Now all of you get out. You can come back tomorrow but right now, I want to be alone with her” Jihoon spoke in an authoritative tone that you have never heard from him before.

“Jihoon” you let his name trail off your lips as you slowly pulled away from his embrace, a bit confused and slightly scared.

You made it about an inch away from him before he pulled you back to him.

“You can not just say my name like that and then pull away from me” he rasped in your ear possessively.

Whatever had gotten into Jihoon was a strange mix between terrifying yet arousing and you were constantly teetering the line between the two.

“We tried to keep you out of this” Mingyu sighed, his comment directed towards you.

Jihoon’s eyes flashed to Mingyu’s dangerously causing Wonwoo to flock to his side immediately, stretching his arm out in front of Mingyu’s mid section as a means to protect him. Why would he ever need to protect Mingyu from Jihoon? Did he truly believe that Jihoon would hurt him?

“Why are you still here? If I have to say it again, I am going to lose my patience. Get. Out” Those words caused the immediate movement of feet, the boys filing out quietly.

“Are we seriously leaving right now?” Seungkwan asked incredously.

‘You want to get between a man and his mate, especially right now, be my guest” Joshua countered.

What in god’s name was so special about right now? You were tired of having so many question and so little answers. Seungcheol, being one of the last to depart, seeing as he was the head of the pack turned back towards us before he reached the doorway.

“Jihoon, mind yourself” he warned before giving me one lasting look of concern and turning towards the door.

The moment the door clicked behind him, indicating that it had locked, Jihoon was on your body in an instant; Grabbing handfuls of your ass as he pulled you to rock against his erection. It was unexpected but the effect was instantaneous; Your body was immediately going into sexual overdrive, your temperature raising by the second and you could feel the light drips of your arousal spill out and onto your panties. The reaction was so fast it was embarrassing.

“Look at how beautifully your body reacts to me” he groaned, lifting you with relative ease and instructing you to lock your legs around his waist.

You couldn’t explain the switch in thought process but then sudden feeling of Jihoon’s body melding with yours caused it to be the only thing on your mind. You felt your fingers tangling themselves within the damp strands of his dark hair before pulling him to meet your lips. This kiss was different from your normal sweet pecks; It was filled with an intense passion that was contained within every nerve of his tongue. He leaned down slightly, tapping your thighs once to signal you to jump. You did so immediately, letting him carry you to where he wanted. You were so focused on the soft and skilled feel of his tongue and lips that you hadn’t noticed that your back was now against the plush dark red cotton sheets of his bed. Jihoon sat back on his heels to admire you, his fingertips dancing down the front of your button up before he grabbed at the shirt and tore it, the buttons spilling out onto both the bed and floor. You couldn’t even vocalize how arousing it was to watch him lose himself like this, although you had absolutely no idea why. He took him mere moments before he dove back in between your legs, rutting against your sex sensually as he kissed the skin of your neck feverishly. He was much harsher this time, kissing, sucking and biting as he pleased. You could practically feel the hickies begin to bloom on your neck and chest as he continued his ministrations down your body.

“Look at these pretty marks on your body” His voice was strained, as if he was holding himself back.

You opened your eyes to meet his gaze, although his own was preoccupied with the sight of your body laid out just for him. He tugged at your jeans once with a gruff “off” leaving his lips. As you scrambled to do as he commanded, he let out a dark chuckle.

“I’m starting to think maybe they were right about keeping you away from me”.

You raised an eyebrow at his statement, letting your jeans fall to the floor as you stared down he man in front of you.

“Why?’.

“You know that werewolves go through their period of heat like every other animal, right?” He asked, his eyes flashing that dangerous golden color once more as his gaze trailed the contours of your body.

“H-heat?” You stuttered to which Jihoon leaned down, letting his erection rock against your clothes clit once more before speaking.

“It lasts about 2 and half weeks and I made the boys promise to keep you away from me because I was positive that I’d feel the same way that I do right now” He spoke, ending his sentiment with a heated kiss to your collarbone, his long fingers dipping past the barrier of your panties.

“A-and how’s that?” You stuttered, referring to his own feelings whole pushing your head back against the sheets as you gripped at his shoulders.

He pulled away from your collar bone, slithering up to your neck before he spoke slowly into your ear:

“That I’m not stopping until you're pregnant”.

Wait, huh? Looking up at Jihoon and into the melted pools of copper desire that he had for eyes, you had the most electrifying yet terrifying realization: He was dead serious. Holy shit. Were you ready to be a mother?

“Tell me what you want me to do to you” he demanded in a husky voice as he placed his lips dangerously close to your inner thighs.

You could barely get a word out before his fingers were trailing up the sides of your legs and stopping at the waistband of your panties. His eyes went to yours and he let them drag down your legs.

“Jihoon, stop fucking with me” You whined pitifully.

His gaze flashed to yours, eyes hard as steel.

“You can get away with talking to me like that any other time but not now. Now, I’d fuck you senseless so I advise you watch your tone” His voice was comprised of harsh and sexy tones, causing you to heed his warning with a quickness.

They barely got to your knees before the scent of your arousal hit him hard. His eyes burned brighter, the deep copper color giving way to a vibrant orange. He dragged your closer, hooking his arms under your thighs and burying his face between the apex of your thighs. A loud, high pitched moan left your lips as you pushed your head back against the cool sheets. Jihoon groaned at the taste of you, letting out a shaky moan as he pushed his tongue past the damp opening. He tongued at you like a starved man, his tongue curling so sinfully as his soft, plush lips pressed against your clit. You couldn’t contain your moans, your body reacting on its on in such intense ways that the pleasure was near overwhelming. You were becoming louder and louder, throwing caution to the wind as you gripped the strands of his hair and directed him towards your swollen clit. He let out an inhuman growl, one of the sexiest things you had ever heard, before he dove in again, pushing his face deeper against your folds as he licked away to his hearts content. You could barely speak a word as the man between your legs gave you pleasure unbeknownst to you beforehand.

“Jihoon” You stuttered pathetically, causing the man to raise his head, his gaze meeting yours fiercely.

His eyes were now a dark and dangerous color of red; It screamed for you to run, that the man above toy was dangerous but you couldn’t bare to think of anything else as he crawled over you slowly. With his gaze on yours, his hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you threw caution to the wind, begging for him to come closer. Smirking, he obliged, letting his body weight come down onto yours pleasureably, kissing your lips in such a sensual manner that it nearly took your breath away. You let your fingertips trace alongside the side of his body, their pace slow as you reached your destination: the waistband of his sweatpants. The moment his skin touched yours, he pulled away from the kiss and hissed.

“Baby, please. Think about this carefully” he warned, his voice strained as he was physically holding back his desire.

Just the sight of that alone was enough for your heart to sweep at how much love and respect this man had for you. Despite his heat, he still held back to make sure this was what you wanted. You gave him his answer in the form of your fingers slipping into both his sweatpants and briefs. You traced the bare skin of his hip before pulling him closer, your lips brushing up against his as your gaze lifted from his mouth to his eyes.

“Off” was your simple command.

He raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow whilst pushing his sweatpants and briefs down his hips.

“Giving me orders huh?” He questioned cheekily, although his wolf was feeling challenged at my command.

“Why are you still talking?” You asked in an exasperated fashion just as Jihoon kicked his bottoms to the floor.

He raised an eyebrow before moving to your side with a quickness that you never seen from him before. His had tangled themselves in your tresses as he watched you with a hardened gaze.

“I thought I told you to stop talking to me like that” He spoke, his voice hardened and angry.

“Jihoon” You whimpered quietly.

That set him off almost immediately; He pulled you over to where he was standing by the edge of the bed, directed your mouth directly to his erection. The position he had you in made it perfect for him to see the arch of your back as. you took him into your mouth. He hissed, letting his fingers thread through your tresses as he guided you.

“Fuck, look at that ass” He landed a solid crack to your right cheek before letting out a strained “keep going”.

You moved each time you took more of him in your throat, your arch more prominent that ever when you deep throated him. You could feel the wetness from between your thighs seep out onto the sheets and Jihoon caught it immediately, a devilish smirk gracing his features.

“You’re this wet from sucking my dick?” He asked, obviously amused.

You didn't bother to answer, instead you hollowed out your cheeks as much as you could and watched his reaction which was a gorgeous sight of him throwing his head back, mouth agape. At that moment he pulled you up from your position, getting on the bed quickly. You leaned back watching with your bottom lip caught between your teeth as he sat back on his ankles. He let his tongue run over the skin of his bottom lip once before speaking.

“Open your legs for me” he commanded darkly, the sound of his voice alone causing your arousal to spill out onto the bed.

You kept your eyes on his, all shame melting away immediately as you opened your legs slowly. Jihoon let a slow smirk cross his lips.

“I love seeing you open your legs for me” he husked before leaning down, kissing the skin on your neck tenderly as he rubbed the tip of his cock back and forth your sex.

“O-oh god” You stuttered as he slipped in while sucking the juncture of your neck and your collar bone simultaneously.

Jihoon let his quiet groans and your loud whines fill the room as he pushed in as deep as he could go, his lips flush against yours. He let out a husky, loud whimper, bracing his hands on either side of your head whilst going deeper. The same pace in was the same pace out; He intended to wear you out and you knew that he would see his mission through to the end. How he was keeping his control, you had absolutely no idea. Letting his head drop to the crook of your neck, he shuddered and let out a slight, short lived chuckle before speaking.

“Fuck, my girl feels so good” He husked.

You relished in his possessive nature since it wasn’t something that he allowed to be seen very often. It turned you on to no end and you wanted to hear more and more of it.

“You like it when I call you mine don't you?” He asked in a rough tone.

You nodded wildly but this wasn't enough for him as he thrust in so deep it almost hurt.

“Say it” he commanded gruffly.

“I love it” You managed weakly.

He went back to his merciless thrusts instantaneously.

“Jihoon” You whined, arching your back so that you were pushing up into his body; You needed to feel all of him. Maneuvering yourself swiftly, you placed your leg on his shoulder, before curling the other around his waist tightly. Snuggling your head into the crook of his neck, you gripped onto whatever skin of his that you could while you whispered a small, lust filled “please”.

“Please what?” He asked rather roughly, trying his best to keep his composure but quickly failing.

Placing a small kiss to his neck, you paused before speaking.

“I’m all yours Jihoon. Please make me cum”.

In that sexy low tone of voice that hinted at desperation, Jihoon was barely able to deny you. He went into overdrive, pulling out almost all the way only to slam back in countless times. You could feel him brushing your g-spot with ease and you cried out each and every time he dove back in.

“Say it again” he demanded, one hand steadily climbing up the plane of your stomach.

“It’s yours” you moaned, unashamed of who could possibly hear you.

“Again” he demanded, his fingers curling around your neck as he snapped his hips.

“O-oh my god, it’s yours Jihoon, fuck, it’s all yours” you panted out, pushing your head back against the sheets as Jihoon’s pace picked up mercilessly, the sounds of skin meeting skin loud and quick.

“Fuck” He hissed, pulling out quickly,

You had almost thought he was going back on his word That was until he spoke.

“Hands and knees”.

You did as he did quickly, going on your hands and knees only to have him push down on your lower back, causing you to arch.

“Don't fucking play with me right now” He growled in reference to your arch and how deep you could really arch it.

You arched as deep as you could, head against the sheets as gripped onto your hips.

“That’s right, that ass is mine” He spoke proudly.

He dove in with no warning and no consideration; He was as rough as you had ever had him.

“Tell me who you belong to” He commanded in a strained tone of voice.

“You” you groaned, gripping onto the sheets as you rocked your ass back against him.

“Who’s making you feel like this?” He barked out.

“You, Jihoon, you” you Panted out, nearing your climax quickly.

“Mm, and only me right?”.

You nodded before crying out.

“Say it”.

You complied but only by the skin of your teeth; The statement was littered with curses and moans on your part.

Jihoon leaned down, letting his hips speak for himself as he drove into you again and again and again.

“I’m not pulling out” he groaned whilst biting down on the shell of your ear.

“Don’t” You whine.

His thrusts continued as he groaned into your ear, nearing his end. The moment he let his index finger drag against your clit, you knew that you would come before him. He knew this as well and he only offered one simple, husky instruction: “Scream my name”. The second he pinched the small nub you were gone, screaming his name as loud as you possibly could, the endless waves of euphoria only prolonged when he let out a soft “fuck” and held onto your hips as he spilled his seed inside of you. You couldn’t think of anything else besides the man inside of you. You had long since collapsed onto the bed, although Jihoon was still above you After a few moments of silence, Jihoon kissed your cheek before speaking.

“I think we should start thinking of baby names as well as get you situated as the female beta of the pack”.

You were too tired to verbally answer you just nodded as Jihoon threaded his hand through your hair.

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herzenswarme · 6 years ago

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“Naruto: Passion of the Shinobi”: A Naruto fan-made fighting game #5 - Early roster overview part 2

Last edited: 2019-03-28

Note:

The characters marked with a [*] are characters that, while they have a concept, I have not found a model for them yet. Which means I can’t follow my usual process. The inclusion of these characters are tied to whether I can obtain a model or start making the sprites from scratch. They may not make it in or just do so later on.

On the other hand, the characters that are missing in sections to which they should belong, like Ino and Shino. Are still not conceptualised but may be so in the future.

The other leaf genin

Shikamaru Nara

Shikamaru is a character whose implementation is not still clear due to some incompatibilities between his canonical abilities and a 2D environment.

The concept for his play-style is something I’d call a set-play character. He tries to either lure/push the enemy to a corner or to set up a helper to extend his effective range (as it can be seen in his fight against Temari in the chuunin exams). This way, Shikamaru is a character that wants to create an opportunity first and go into the offensive second.

His move-set is based around a stance in which he can’t do anything but instead you will be controlling the shadow in order to attack and keep the opponent away with a variety of moves from the shadow itself. The problem, however, is that his Shadow Possesion Jutsu is made effective as soon as it touches the opponent on the ground. Due to this, a canonical implementation seems not viable. So for him I’ll have to either come out with a way to balance it out or disregard this part of the canon.

Hinata Hyuuga

Much like Neji, Hinata is based on pressing the special button at the time of a move making contact in order to generate special effects. Hinata, however, will attack the health of the opponent directly.

When timing correctly on block, Hinata will start dealing virtual damage that is not effective at the moment. By consecutively timing the special button correctly over a reducing frame window she will do more and more of this damage (the base amount is based on the damage of the move). This damage is just virtual and won’t be able to finish the enemy.

However, when she lands the hit and has correct timing, each move will deal extra damage by consuming the virtual damage and turning it into effective damage, making her a character with potentially really explosive damage.

In order to break defence, aside from general tools, she is planned to have dedicated frame traps and block point attacks.

This system is inspired by the concept that the Hyuuga taijutsu attacks the internal organs as opposed to regular taijutsu in the same way Neji’s is inspired in his ability to attack chakra points.

Kiba Inuzuka

Kiba is the main puppeteer character of the game. He can use his companion Akamaru to attack for him, and being able to keep both of them safe and in correct position will be a key factor when playing them.

Akamaru can be made move and attack with different inputs that use the special button, much like Zappa’s dog summon.

Akamaru can also be hit and might also have limited HP, so you must be specially careful as opposed to the usual puppet character.

The duo of the mist

Haku [*]

As anyone would expect, the ice mirrors will be a key tool in Haku’s move-set. Haku will be an agile character focused on the positioning of projectiles and mix-ups. In a way, he is similar to characters like Answer in Guilty Gear or Bang in Blazblue.

By putting mirrors on the screen Haku will be able to get in them, allowing him to move immediately from one to another, fly between mirrors hitting during through the trajectory, throwing needles or grabbing the enemy; as well as releasing his super.

These mirrors melt with time or on command, generating a puddle. This puddle can be used for ice based attacks and maybe also for regenerating the melted mirror.

Mirrors can also break, not leaving any puddle. This can happen if counter hit when performing a move from a mirror or when going into it, which deals extra damage to Haku.

The nuances of the mechanics are, as this is an early concept, very susceptible to change due to the balancing.

Zabuza Momochi [*]

Zabuza is a character that barely made it into my initial plans, as his concept is extremely simple. However, when reading the Naruto Wiki page about him, I found an “entry point” in order to approach his design.

Zabuza's signature weapon was the Kubikiribōchō, an over-sized broad sword, whose shape was thought to decapitate enemies. This large weapon has the unique ability to absorb and utilise the iron from all the blood it sheds, from whoever it cuts, in order to reform itself if damaged or broken.

Capitalising on this small detail, I decided to include Zabuza as a character with an additional meter that focuses on footsies in order to win. While simpler that I’d wish, I feel inclined to still include him in the game.

Zabuza’s moves are for the most part long ranged melee attacks using the sword. When blocked or on whiff, the sword will lose resistance, deteriorate. Much like it would be in a Dark Souls game; the sword may lose durability when blocking, too. When the sword completely deteriorates, it breaks, an you are left only with physical attacks. However, when you land a hit, the sword will recover part of its durability.

Additionally, he may get a specific set of moves that will leave the sword stuck in the ground and will be able to jump back and forth to it for combo extensions.

The Sand

Gaara of the Sand

Gaara, most likely the second character to be made after Neji, is designed to be a pure zoner. What I mean by this is that he will have a virtual are of the screen at which he wants to remain and outside of which he wants to keep the opponent at all times. Unlike many zoners in fighting games, Gaara doesn’t intend to allow the enemy in the zone at all and won’t capitalize on a knockdown with okizeme mix-ups.

Gaara’s sand will be both his defence and offence. As you use his sand based long range projectlies, you will start to lose sand. That sand will then set wherever it goes.This does not apply to mid-range normals.

This has 2 effects. First, the less sand you have with you, the worse your defence is, to the point that if you lose it all you won’t be able to block or, at least, blocking will lead to full damage with block-stun. Depending of what play testing suggests, he might be able to block automatically when full with sand and block normally only within certain values.

On the other hand, and since this game doesn’t have general chip damage, Gaara has tools to make the opponent want to approach. As sand starts building up on the floor, Gaara can use it for offence, giving him access to an unblockable move whenever enough sand is built up.

Gaara can then recall the sand in order to replenish his gourd and thus recovering his blocking abilities.

Kankurou [*]

Kankurou is of course another puppeteer. This one, however, is a bit special. Unlike Kiba, Kankurou can’t attack on his own and he’s completely dependant on the puppet.

He’s meant to attack from a distance with the puppet and once the puppet is surpassed, go into the defensive. While he can’t attack, he is able to control the puppet when blocking. The freedom this offers is being considered. It may range from complete control (even though this implies dangerous directional inputs during blocking) to a simple pre-designed movement in which the puppet will get closer and eventually grab the enemy, dealing a bit of damage but most importantly letting Kankurou get away.

The dynamics of the puppet also have multiple viable options. It certainly won’t have limited HP, but the damage suffered by the puppet may leave it useless for a set period of time or hurt Kankurou’s chakra. It’s important to remember that losing all your chakra is a win condition for your opponent.

#naruto #fighting game #fangame #FGC #shikamaru #hinata #gaara #haku #zabuza #kankuro #kiba

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blitheiisms · 7 years ago

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Wow this is late, I was super busy yesterday, but anyway here’s Wonderwall this is my bean Ezra Morgan! You can find all you need to know about him under the read more. If you’d like to plot at all hit the like button or just come pop into my IMs mans.

— look, is that BOOBOO STEWART? no, my mistake! it’s 20 year old EZRA MORGAN. i heard they’re a COLLEGE STUDENT and that they can be POSSESSIVE, but i definitely think their PERSONABLE ways outshine it. EZRA MORGAN identifies as CISMALE and is BISEXUAL. they are NOT AWARE that they’re soulmarked and ARE comfortable sharing it. I think they DO support the soulmates phenomenon.

Onto the expanded information!

Ezra was adopted when he was just over a year old (around eighteen months) by Uriah and Heather Morgan. His parents were both children that came from initially rough backgrounds (his mother being adopted by her two fathers as well).

His mother was adopted into money, meaning she inherited a large portion of it. While she may have been gifted the life of wealth, that doesn’t stop her from working. His mother, because she had the money for it, went to a very prestige fashion school in New York and now spends a lot of her time starting up her own fashion industry. It’s a busy feat, and requires a lot of her time, but there was still always time for Ezra made.

However, because of the above, Ezra always spent a lot more time with his father; a man he looks up to in more ways than one. Growing up Ezra always tried to model himself off of his father’s laid back character. And a lot of who his dad is what makes Ezra who he is today.

Ezra is not an only child. He has two siblings, an older brother and a younger sister (both of whom were adopted by the Morgans when they were babies). He loves the two of them to death, and would probably give his life for them.

Because of her past upbringing, and the one she was adopted into, Ezra’s mother is very obsessed with the idea of image. Meaning that, growing up, she controlled a lot of what Ezra and his siblings did. She pushed Ezra into playing sports, and the people he spent his time around as a child. A lot of his friends growing up were the children of her own friends because he mother would always insist that “they were the best kind of people to stick around, Ezra. Our titles in the world shape us, and the people you spend your time around form those titles”. Ezra was always one to just blow her off, do what she wanted because he didn’t want a fight; not because he agreed with what she said. Usually he just beat to his own drum when she wasn’t paying enough attention to notice.

Neither of his parents ever developed a soulmark. Therefore, they were never discussed much within the family. Ezra would ask his parents about it and would get two different reactions. His mother would dismiss the conversation, insist there were more important things to worry about. And his father would just express a neutral feeling over them, he didn’t have one so why would he worry? So, when Ezra’s 18th birthday came and went and there was no sign of one popping up he didn’t think much of it.

Ezra’s soulmark, when it does show up, is going to appear on his ring finger. The one you’d typically wear your wedding band on.

He and his family have no qualms over soulmarks. His brother has one. They think his soulmate is amazing.

As of right now, Ezra is in school double majoring in Business and Social Work. Business because that’s what his mother wanted him to do, and social work because that’s what he wants to do. His brother might be inheriting her fashion business she built for herself, but Ezra’s mother still wants him to make something of his own one day. “Saving people is great and all, but where does that get you in the way of money, Ezra?” she would tell him.

Little tidbits and information

Ezra’s favorite color is blue.

His favorite movie is Remember the Titans.

Favorite TV show is easily The Office.

Listens to a lot of old school/classic rock. Feeds off his dad’s music taste.

He played football all through high school thanks to his mother, and actually kind of enjoyed it? Though, he goofed off more than anything.

Used to smoke pot here and there, but it’s died down since he graduated high school.

Always thought his ex-girlfriend was his soulmate. So when his soulmark didn’t show up immediately there was a harsh realization that she wasn’t, and it was time to move on from her entirely.

What’s his is his. He might have a very chill attitude, but he’s not the best at sharing. Especially when it comes to his romantic partners.

Spends a lot of time going to Galas and fundraisers for his mom, mainly because she makes him.

Sometimes does some modeling for his mom’s clothing lines. He makes a show of being extra goofy during any kind of shoots, and she absolutely loves hates it.

Never cared or wondered who his birth parents are.

Wants to make a difference for kids in foster care/unsuitable homes. Mainly after hearing his parents’ stories. (His dad married rich, and his mom was adopted into the life).

Wanted Connections ;;

The Ex-Girlfriend. ( f // open ) ;; Initially, they dated for a while. They were on and off a lot, whether because they bickered or Ezra’s possesive nature got in the way, and they eventually split up. Ezra loved her a lot, but he’s learning it’s time to move on. They could still be friends, I’d like that actually.

A hook-up. ( m // open ) ;; Just a guy Ezra is fooling around with right now. Nothing serious, and nothing that’s public. It’s just between the two of them. I don’t like writing smut much though, keep that in mind.

Friends. ( multiple slots ) ;; Everyone needs some people to hang out with, right? Ezra’s the kind of dude that has a personality that allows him to get along with a lot of people.

#destinedintro #intro #ooc

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artificialqueens · 8 years ago

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Mother, I've been fucking with the devil again (Sharon x Katya) -Pumpkin

A/N: Hi guys!! I’m back back back again! Thank you to those who encouraged me to post this. It is based on a request someone made about how cool this “obscure” couple would be, and I became obsessed. I want to clarify that even if I use feminine pronouns, I’m just refering at them being in drag, BUT they are cis males just like in real life.

The fanfic isn’t as good as I’d like it to be though, I need to improve my writting skills a lot. I also couldn’t make the smut kinkier, I’m sorry! Anyway, if you like it, I think I could do more chapters?? Or if It’s shit just tell me, please haha! I’m excited because I think there is no fanfic about these two…? I hope you like it guys! Ily.

TW: Hardcore sex?

“What are we doing?” asked Katya nervously, being pinned down to the sofa. It was more a way to end with the tension in the room that an actual question.

“I don’t know, do you want me to stop?” said Sharon. She was on top of Katya, both of them still in drag.

They had been talking about addictions after a BOTS show. Both Sharon and Katya were drug addicts once, and they felt like they understood eachother better that the rest of the girls of the tour. Katya’s weirdness and uniqueness had always captivated Sharon, from the very first moment she saw her in season 7. Katya, herself, was very attracted to both Sharon and Aaron, and even if she was sometimes too spooky for her, she found it exciting. It almost was like doing drugs again, and probably that excitement was what led Katya to give a sweet peck on the lips to Sharon when she got too close to her, while sharing a cigarette. She thought Sharon was going to ignore it, because she was drunk, but instead, she had raised one defiant eyebrow and pressed their lips together once more. They had been passionately making out in that backstage couch since then, and anyone could enter at any moment.

“No! Not at all… Well Alaska is gonna kill me” he said, but Sharon had already started kissing her way down her neck and there was no turning back. A slight smile formed in Katya’s lips due to the ticking sensation of Sharon’s full lips over the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Alaska can suck my dick” Sharon said with a chukle. Katya was going to laugh loudly but stopped herself in the last second, remembering the sexy situation.

Katya felt lost. She was a natural leader, she was the one to start conversations, she was a top, but none of those features were shown when being with Sharon. Sharon was powerful (both by look and by attitude), dominant and wild, the only kind of person Katya would be a bottom for. She was ten times more ruling than Katya even if she was drunk.

Katya felt two big hands feeling her throught the fabric of the red cheerleader costume, exploring her torso and arriving to her muscled thights. Each hand wrapped around a thight and pressed on it firmly, and Katya gasped, feeling like the prey for the first time in her life. Then, Sharon spread the blond’s legs apart roughly, and Katya let out a stiffled cry. “Calm down blondie” said Sharon,“I don’t usually bite” Then, she laughed loudly and terrifyingly.

Katya’s eyes wandered between the white lenses and the full lips that Sharon had, before pulling the taller woman closer and kissing her wildly. Sharon was a visual delight: Her black and white wig, a little tight black dress with a skeleton print and the best makeup Katya had ever seen. Katya locked her legs around Sharon’s hips and concentrated in the kiss. Her right hand rested on Sharon’s prominent chin, while the other tried to desperately reach her ass.

Sharon’s naughty tongue caressed the russian’s lips some seconds before making contact with the familiar taste of cigarettes in Katya’s tongue. “Vodka” Katya said savouring Sharon’s tongue wide-eyed, almost looking possesed. She had been sober for so long that when she had a single sip of alcohol she became crazy.

“Well you have a lot of it in Russia, don’t you?” Sharon said with a smirk. Katya finally overcame her possesed status and said a bit confused “You know that I’m from Boston, right?”. She was also testing how drunk Sharon was. Even if Sharon could drink liters of alcohol, the russian was a bit scared that Sharon was too drunk and she would regret fucking with her the next morning. Surprisingly, Sharon said “Of course i do, silly”

The kiss was heating up and they almost couldn’t breath, so Sharon would ocasionally bite her lover’s lower lip while grabbing her fake tits, and it drove Katya crazy. Then, Satan’s secretary fixed her eyes in Katya’s thin neck and all of a sudden, she throw herself at it like a vampire. Katya almost expected to feel two long fangs tearing her skin, but she didn’t. Instead she felt a strong suction that was going to leave hickeys for sure. When Sharon was happy with the result, she moved some centimeters away and repeated, abusing all of Katya’s neck.

“Sharonnn” Katya moaned with eyes closed, and accidentally pulled Sharon’s wig. She immediately blushed. “I-I’m sorry, I didn-” She started apologizing but Sharon placed one finger over her mouth. She looked messy and beautiful, the black lipstick all around her mouth by now and Aaron’s hair falling in blond locks. “It’s ok. We know that we’re men. And i hate fucking in drag anyway” Katya smiled and was ready to kiss Sharon again when she heard:

“SHAROOOONNN?!?!” It was a loud voice from the end of the corridor. In fact, it was Alaska. “SHARON, WHERE ARE YOU?”

Footsteps came in their direction and Katya finally reacted. She pushed Sharon off her, stood up, took her hand and ran to the nearest room (the bathroom) followed by the older man. They entered in one of the three small cabins and locked it, just before hearing the door of the previous room slam open.

“Sharon? Oh shit, your wig is here Sharon!!” Sharon touched his head inside the cabinet realizing that they had forgotten the wig out there. Katya rolled her eyes, almost not being able to contain the laughter. If she didn’t laugh, it was because she was too scared of Alaska finding her with her ex.

“SHARON PLEASE, I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW” Alaska screamed like a small kid.

“ALASKA! What do you think you’re doing? Stop shouting goddammit!” It was Michelle. Their saviour, their heroine. She was very angry.

“Michelle, you DON’T understand! I’ve ran out of nail glue and I only like mine and Sharon’s, as we use the same! SHAROOON?!”

“Alaska, one more scream and I burn all your plastic dresses! Don’t you see she’s not here?” Sharon laughed a little inside the bathroom, and Katya had to softly poke her in the ribs to shut up.

“But her wig’s here” Alaska whined.

“She’s probably passed out here and she’s already in the tour bus sleeping.” Now, it was Katya who silently laughed about the low expectations that they had from Sharon.

“Just take my nail glue, you’ll love it” Michelle added, and two pairs of footsteps left the room.

Katya sighed in relief, pressing her back to the door as there wasn’t a lot of space in there. She gave Sharon a mischievous glance. Sharon smirked and started to strip down until she was only in boxers and heels, more Aaron than his female alter ego. Katya gulped at the sight of the tall man, pale skin covered with tattoos and a big bulge poking. She leant to Aaron and kissed him ferociously one last time, before quickly kissing her way down to his bulge. She knelt in the bathroom’s floor and took off the black undies, revealing a larger cock than she expected. Katya wrapped her red lips around Aaron’s lenght and started to suck, twirling her naughty tongue around the sensitive tip.

“Fuck” Aaron mumbled, locking his hands in Katya’s wig but not pushing her at all. Katya looked up and found Aaron’s deep blue eyes fixed in her and, as the Russian bisexual transvestite hooker she was, she engulfed all of his cock in her throat, not looking away from Aaron at all. Aaron face changed into a total gesture of pleasure, cheeks burning red because of how shameless his lover was.

As Katya sucked more and more, Aaron knees started to shake, and he was properly moaning. Aaron’s taste and his groans were driving the russian insane, and she started to touch herself under the short skirt.

“Stop, Katya. Just let me fuck you” Katya loved sucking cock, but she had never been so desperate about having her hole filled by anybody. She really wanted to be a bottom for Aaron. She wasn’t going to complain. She stood up and bent forward, resting her hands in the cabinet’s door. She looked over her shoulder to see Aaron, who was hard as a rock, slowly undress her lower half. Aaron was much more affectionate and caring that he seemed, and even if she liked it, it was the satanic Aaron that she wanted now. Katya untucked and she was ready for Aaron, but she saw him wavering.

“I have no lube” he finally said. Katya was too aroused to let this happen. “Just spit, Aaron” Aaron did as he was told and placed himself at Katya’s entrance. Then, he slowly pushed in while Katya’s legs trembled and her knuckles became white.

“You’re not a bottom, are you?” Aaron said, caressing Katya’s back and shoulders so that she would relax.

“Only when the other person bewitches me.” She said with a bright smile. Aaron’s spooky laugh filled the bathroom and he started to thrust very carefully, grabbing the blonde’s hips. Katya bit her lower lip, the slowness letting her adjust to his size and feel every little movement. As time passed by, she just begged Aaron to go faster and faster until he was slamming hard into her, the door moving with every thrust. Katya smiled with closed eyes, trying to feel every sensation of her nerves. She wanted more, and she knew how to push all of Aaron’s buttons.

“Fuck me like you fucked Alaska, Aaron” Katya slowly said. She hated being a bitch, but she wanted her fantasy of Sharon Needles fucking her hard against the door. Aaron was stunned. He wasn’t expecting those words. “Why? Are you jealous of her?” Aaron asked with a smirk. He wasn’t really into dirty speaking but he knew for sure how to play.

“I’m not jealous of her winning All Stars, I’m jealous that she got to fuck you for four years” Katya said, her tone becoming more evil. Aaron flipped her over so they were facing eachother, Katya’s back against the door once more. Aaron’s hands wrapped around the blond’s neck, choking her very slightly, just enough for Katya to widely smile, feeling accomplished. He didn’t stop to thrust not even for a second.

“Listen, you DON’T want a relationship like mine with Alaska.” He said, looking very serious and letting Katya breath, finally.

“Nobody said I want a relationship. I just want you to fuck me until I cry.” She raised one of her legs over Aaron’s shoulder. Then, she did the same with the other one, and Aaron had to hold her in her arms so that she wouldn’t fall.

“You crazy whore” Aaron said, and then they devoured eachother’s mouth. It was literal, as Katya bit too hard in Aaron’s lower lip and blood started to flow between their mouths and down his chin. Aaron was mad, Katya could almost see flames in his eyes. He thrusted in Katya mercilessly, holding her against the door and grunting loud.

“Shit, fuck, Aaron!” Katya screamed when he found her sweet spot, and she pressed her nails in Aaron’s shoulders, leaving red marks. Aaron breath was quickening as he felt the orgasm closer and closer, and his whimpers made Katya weak. He moaned as he came inside Katya, and he had to lean on the wall to not let her fall. Katya came too, cum covering her stomach and tears down her cheeks. They were like that for some seconds before Katya dropped her legs and stood in her feet. They were panting, extremely satisfied, but also thunderstruck about the whole thing. Katya felt powerful now. Aaron was the first one to talk.

“Are you ok?” he said, a bit worried about choking his partner.

“Yeah” the russian said with a smirk. “What about your lip?”

Aaron rolled his eyes, clearly upset. “Well, you’re a bitch” Katya responded with a burst of laughter. “But It’ll be fine”

Then he added, “This won’t happen again. We’re have two fucked-up minds and we’re too alike”

“Alright” Katya said. She knew that if they did this usually, they’d probably kill eachother while having a kai kai. They needed some pure, innocent partners as Alaska and Trixie, respectively. “But it was fun” She winked.

“Yeah” Aaron said, lighting a cigarette, and he left the bathroom.

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