#and why is he like. grabbing his boobs. holding up his corset

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Do You Trust Me?

♡ paring; Gilbert Von Obsidian x f!reader

♡ from; Ikemen Prince

♡ request; from @

♡ tw; 69, rough, tiny bit out of character

♡ word count; 2507

“Hello my little bunny. Don’t you know its not safe to wander around these halls late at night? You never know what kind of evil could come and just snatch you up.”

Gilbert appeared out nowhere wrapping his long arms around you to stop in place. “One could just take a bite out of you and no one would be here to stop them” he said as he started nibbling on your ear. You gasped in surprise when you saw it who was grabbing you. In your stay in the palace as Belle you’ve gotten to know the 8 princes as well as the king's regiment and the 3 visiting princes. You were warned to be wary of each visiting prince and to keep your distance as politely as possible but Gilbert was the type of man when he has his eye on something, nothing can stop him from getting what he wants. And what he wants is you.

“Hello Gilbert. I couldn’t sleep so I wanted to grab some tea. Would you like to join me?”

“I think I know a better way to help you fall asleep. Why don’t you follow me Mein Häschen'' Gilbert said with a glint in his uncovered eye. You know you weren’t supposed to go anywhere especially alone with Gilbert but even with your mind telling you no, your body was moving on its own. Gilbert was a very scary man. He's the first prince of Obsidian, Rhodolite's sworn enemy, a man who can kill with no afterthought, a man who shows no mercy. You should be terrified to be in his presence, but you aren’t. You admit at first you were scared of him, but after his countless attempts to corner you, his many visits to your room, you’ve lost that fear and found yourself thinking about him more often than you should. You knew it was wrong of you to think about your enemy that way but everytime he smiles at you, you keep asking yourself is he really as evil as everyone says he is?

Huh?

“Why did you bring me to Prince Chevalier’s private library? This place is off limits this time of night”

“I thought maybe bringing you to a place you're well accustomed to would make you more comfortable.”

‘More comfortable for wha-”. You never got to finish your sentence before you felt Gilbert's hungry lips on yours. He was kissing you like he hasn’t eaten in years. Frozen in place not knowing how to respond, Gilbert took the opportunity to pinch your ass and making you gasp so he could infiltrate your mouth. Lost in the dominating kiss, you didn’t realize you wrapped your arms around his neck to help your wobbly knees from giving in. Gilbert noticed and picked you up, wrapping you legs around his waist to bring you to the only chair in the room, sitting you both down making you straddle him. With the new position you guys found yourselves in, Gilbert took the opportunity to start attacking you neck with bites and licks searching for your sweet spot while desperately trying to undo you corset from the back.

“Ah Gilbert '' moaning his name lets him know he found the spot he's been looking for and bites you even harder. “You taste so good I feel like I'm getting drunk off of you” Gilbert says while breathing in your scent. “I need more of you” he says before finally getting your corset off and pulling your top down to get a good look at you breast. He starts licking on your nipples and kneading the other breast so he's not neglecting any part of you. Throwing you head back with your eye close, you grab a handful of Gilberts hair holding him close to you boobs making sure he doesn’t stop. You couldn’t understand why your body was betraying you like this. Sex wasn’t a thing you just do, you wanted to be in love when having these intimate moments but your body was hot it felt on fire. You couldn't stop. No- you didn't want to stop.

“Gilbert please, don’t stop”

“Looks like my little bunny is enjoying herself. What a shame, I thought it would take more to break you but your body seems to know who it belongs to already.” You gasp as you feel him tun his hand down to start rubbing you through your panties. “You’re already so wet for me Prinzessin. You’ve been wanting this to happen, yes?” he mocked as he slipped a finger inside you. “So wet and tight. Can you take another finger for me ____”.

It was the first time he said your name all night and hearing how beautiful it sounded coming from his lips made you clench around his fingers. Feeling him add another finger causes you to burn even more than before if that was even possible. The heat coming off your body made you realize just how exposed you were compared to him. “I need to feel you more. I want your body on mine. Please.” Now both your mouth and body were betraying you. But you didn't care, you needed more from Gilbert. You wanted everything he had to give you.

“Patience my little rabbit, we have all night. But since you asked so nicely I’ll give in just this once.” Gilbert removed his fingers causing you to feel empty and stood up, setting you on the desk before him. He started removing his garments one by one slowly as if he was teasing you and watching your reactions. While waiting for him to fully undress, you removed the rest of your dress leaving you only in your panties. Now undress left only in his underwear as well he closes the distance between you swallowing you up with his kisses again. He began petting your head before grabbing your hair and bringing you even closer to him more than humanly possible. The closer you got the more you felt his length pressing against your thigh causing you to rub against him even more. I wonder what he tastes like you wondered. There was nothing more in this world that you wanted more then to taste his cock at this exact moment.

“Do you trust me?” Gilbert asks, pulling away and smiling with his swollen lips at you. Your mind screams no, don’t trust him don’t do this ____.

“Yes I trust you”

He pecks your lips one more time before pulling off your underwear and turning you around on the table, laying you down with your head hanging off the edge. You weren’t sure what was about to happen but the mere sight of him beginning to remove the last piece of clothing shielding you from seeing all of him made you close your legs in an attempt to get some friction for your aching pussy. “I didn’t say you could close your legs. Keep them wide open for me. I wanna see all of you when you take my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.” he said before opening your legs back up and rubbing your slit a few times before finally taking off his underwear. Wow you thought seeing him fully bare. He's so beautiful. You wanted to sit up so you could look at him fully and take him all in but you didn't get the chase as Gilbert started rubbing his tip against your lips, smearing his precum all over your mouth. Sticking your tongue out to finally taste him causes your pussy to clench around nothing. “Look at you meine Liebe . You act like this just from a few licks of my dick. Lets see how you act when your mouth is full of me” he said as he started to slide in slowly in your mouth. You open wider to let him all in. “Ungh fuck ____” he groans until hes fully seated inside your warm cavern watching you gag around his thick girth. He sits there a few seconds to give your throat time to adjust to his size before he speaks. “I'm not going easy on you. I won’t be gentle”. You knew he was being serious but also kind enough to warn you to prepare yourself.

He started moving his hips slowly feeling your tongue rub up against the vein on the underside of his dick. Once he had enough, his hips began moving at an increased hard pace causing you to choke and drool all over his thighs and the floor. You learned to control your breathing through your nose, allowing this to continue. You want to submit to him. Gilbert's speed slowed down as he hovered over you to play with your pussy. Inserting two fingers inside of you and pumping at an insane speed making you moan on his cock. “I don’t think it's fair that you get to taste all of me while you're over here dripping for my mouth” he says as he begins to lick at you cunt. Not used to the sensation of his cold tongue on you, you began to wrap your legs around his head. “I said to keep your legs open for me or did you forget?” he asks before slapping your clit a few times as punishment for disobeying him causing you to squeal around him. “Or do you want all the fun to stop”. “No please, I'm sorry sir. I'll listen. Please don’t stop” you begged when he removed his dick from your mouth as a warning while continuing to vigorously slap your swollen bud. “Good girl. You have one more chance or you’ll be extremely punished, got it?” Gilbert spoke as he started to rub you more softly and tenderly again. He started to kiss your red pussy like he was apologizing for the slaps with his mouth. “God I never tasted anything as good as you little rabbit. I may have to bring you back with me once I leave so I’ll never go hungry again.” “Take me please,” you said. “I am yours to have. Yours to corrupt”. Your words make his cock twitch even more while he ravishes your pussy drinking in all your juices that you leak just for him.

“Enjoying the view?” you hear him say as he pushes his cock back into your mouth just staying there. You didn't realize he was speaking to someone other than you until you heard another voice. “Clean up after you're done” the voice said as he grabbed a book and disappeared out of the library.

Prince Chavalier? You couldn’t believe the second prince,the brutal beast, just saw you exposed in this kind way. Feeling insecure you began to sit up before Gilbert pushed you back down. “Don’t be so shy, baby. Look, he said we can continue as long as we clean up. He probably had to pleasure himself seeing you that way.” he said as he started to rub your body and play with your breasts. “Even a beast can acknowledge how perfect you are and lust after you” Gilbert started moving his hips in an even more aggressive manner than before like he was jealous. Gilbert's plan along was to get caught but seeing Chevs expression upon seeing you expose like that just ticks him off. You are his, he thought. No one else gets to feel this way about you or caress you like I do. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me.

Feeling himself near release, he slows his hips down going back to his attack on your pussy with his mouth, dying to feel you come before him. It was an awkward position but that didn’t stop him from inserting his fingers stretching you open while tongue kissing your clit. His brutal pace makes you arch your back in complete bliss feeling yourself about to snap. He gives your clits a few more flicks and sucks hard causing you to cum violently on his face. He makes sure to clean you up with his mouth until every bit of your juices is cleaned up and stands up straight. He starts throat fucking you like his life depends on it. Hearing all the groans and praises he was giving you caused you to touch yourself again needing at least one more release.

“Fuck ___ im so close. You look so good for me. It’s like your mouth was made for my cock. I’m gonna cum in that beautiful mouth of yourself okay? This isn’t a question I'm telling you so prepare to swallow every drop.” he warned you as he bottoms out completely in your mouth, strings of white cum flowing down your throat which makes your second release make you see stars. He stays still for a minute making sure his seed doesn’t dare to drip out your mouth. “Open” he says once he pulls out, seeing you drink every bit of him. “You did so well my love. You were perfect for me” he mumbles against your lips pulling you into his warm embrace. “Do you think you can walk?” Unable to speak due to being in pure bliss and out of breath you shook your head no and put your head on his shoulder.

Gilbert moves you away onto the chair to begin redressing himself and you before cleaning up and picking you up bridal style to bring you back to your room.

“Why are you holding ___ like that? What did you do to her?” said the unknown voice in the hallway leading to your room. “She passed out. I'm being a good person and escorting her back to her room. Better question: why are you hanging around her room?” Gilbert said, causing Silivio to stutter. “I was on my way to speak with her until I saw you looking like you were taking advantage of her” “You were coming to talk to the little rabbit this late at night? Seems like you were the one wanting to take advantage. Now if you’ll excuse me I'm gonna put her to sleep.” Gilbert walks away from the angry Silivo and puts you in your room on your bed. He caresses your hair and leaves a kiss on top of your head before he stands up to leave. “Stay please” you plead while grabbing his coat in half awake sleep. “Don’t leave”

Gilbert had every intention of just leaving you here by yourself and going back to his room but seeing your face so sweet and so innocent begging for him to stay with you. You wanted someone so evil so treacherous to stay with you at this time of night? Gilbert stood up and removed his coat and got back into bed with you holding you close to him. He held you so close that he heard you slightly snore. “Of course, I’ll stay. After all, you’re mine” he whispered as he fell asleep with his little bunny that he was finally able to capture.

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Moments in-between

Description: HC's of aot characters that are all kinda madly in love with y/n, if only just in different ways. Aspects of Modern au.

Character(s): Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Marco, Sasha, Connie, Historia, Ymir, Annie, Reiner, Bertholdt, Levi, Erwin, Hanje

POV: 2nd, 3rd

Warning(s):

A/n: I know I said that I was ending my aot works but after the last episode's intense trauma I need some home groan therapy. Also please don't make fun of me for misspelling both Bertolt and Hange's names continually. Enjoy

Word Count: x

Song: lmao listen to everywhere I go by Hollywood undead.

*none of the gifs used are mine, full credit goes to the maker.

Y/n invites the AOT gang to a party.

You looked around for your friends, having foolish lost track of the chaotic group after you paused to hang your coat up. You warned them all to remain close, these college parties tended to get a little wild for your liking, but of course, they were all too stubborn.

"Hey you! I already said that we weren't playing Lady Gaga here!" Your ears prickled, and you turned, seeing Hanje at the DJ's box. You quirked a brow but made a mental note of where she was for later.

You moved on, searching for the rest of your friends. You opened the door to a bathroom, finding several girls hunched over, puking into the toilet, sink, and tub. Erwin was standing in the midst of the chaos, holding their hair as they drunkenly emptied their guts.

"Erwin? We've been here five minutes!" Erwin looked up at your newfound appearance. "Y/n! Quick, I think something in their drinks made them sick, you need to warn the other people at this party!" You met his blue eyes, "What?" He made a motion with his right hand, accidentally tugging on a girl's hair and bobbing her head. "Hey!" She squeaked before puking again. "Hurry, Y/l/n! They may not have much time left."

You rolled your eyes. "Erwin, they're drunk, not suffering from food poisoning." He looked down at the girls. "Really?" You sighed.

Later, you came upon Levi, who had been keeping a practiced eye on Hanje and other various members of your friend group. He had designated himself the designated driver of the group, which was admirable but you made sure not too drink too much either, knowing that there was no way Levi could possibly deal with all of you being wasted.

Reiner had challenged Annie to a drinking game, and was in the midst of losing miserably, whilst Bertholdt silently cleaned up the mess that Reiner and Annie created with their squashed beer cans.

You also found ymir and Historia cheerfully dancing to Poker face, and you marveled at the way the two seemed to be in their own world. You smiled, at the red that dusted ymir's cheeks and at Historia's hand on her cheek. A crash from the kitchen behind you caused you to cringe and jump slightly, before you rushed in.

Not unsurprisingly you found Connie and Sasha at the epicenter of the chaos. Neither were drunk but both were still idiots. A broken dish and what had been cheese fries was on the floor at their feet. "Hey! What'd I say about getting into their food?" You pointed threateningly at the duo. "If we do it don't get caught?" Sasha had a fry in her mouth and big eyes. "Clean this up, I'll go get Levi." "Oh, no don't get Levi!" Connie whined, waving his hands dramatically. "I'm getting him!"

Marco and Armin had found a old monopoly game and had sat down to play it in the dinning room of the house. You found it especially funny at the amount of girls the two had unwittingly attracted, who sat down to play with them.

"Y/n!" You perked up and turned, careful to not spill your drink. Jean smiled at you, his eyes the tiniest bit lidded. "Care for a dance?" You had actually been expecting this, since Jean's flirtiness doubled with the mix of alcohol. "You look hot, y/n!" He gently wrapped his hands around you as the two of you slid onto the dance floor. You laughed, enjoying Jean's wild dance moves. Finally he popped into a Russian dig, "hype me up best friend!" He called, and you whooped until he ran right into Eren.

"You drunk idiot! Hello, Y/n!" Eren glared at Jean, but smiled at you. "Look at this drink I made! It was clear but now it's brown!" Before you could respond, Jean hopped up. "y/n doesn't care about your shit drink!" You sighed as the two began arguing, which slowly developed into a tense dance battle between the two men.

Mikasa had been with Eren, you guessed most likely protectively watching over him. She watched with you, before you smirked and outstretched your hand. Mikasa took it, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

In the soft glow of a living room, you and Mikasa danced together to an old 80's tune, the rest of your friends giving elsewhere. It was a nice party.

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Y/n wears a skimpy outfit

You smiled at yourself in the mirror, tugging gently on your new top. Oftentimes you found it hard to truly appreciate your body, but the corseted top made you feel like a definite hot girl. You wore long black shoes, tight leather pants, dark jewelry. You just looked ready to step on some bitches.

You exited your room, and grabbed your purse, ready to head out with your girls. Eren was sitting on your coach, playing some video game. "Hey we'll be heading out soon so I left some numbers to order pizza for when you get hungry." You turned, digging in your purse for your keys. "Y/n, I'm not a child! I can take care of- holy shit, y/n!" You turned, Eren had dropped his controller, no longer focused on his game. "You can't go out like that! There are men out there!" You smiled and pulled out ur taser, flashing it a couple times. "I know."

Mikasa exited her room from the same hall, entering the living room. "Y/n, you look nice." You smiled and put your taser up. "thanks Mikasa!" "Wait, Mikasa you're going out too?" Eren stood up. "it's girls night out, Eren." You rolled your eyes. "but I wanna go too!" Mikasa opened her mouth but you beat her to it. "No."

The front door opened and Armin entered, his blonde hair flittering in his eyes. "Hey; Eren, Mikasa, and..." A blush erupted onto his cheeks. "Y/n!" His blues casted panicked glances around the room as if he wasn't sure he should make direct eye contact with you.

Eren pointed to his flustered friend. "See!" Again you rolled your eyes. "You look v-very nice, y/n." Armin mumbled before he sat down. "Thanks, sweetie." Armin's face reddened.

Suddenly the front door to the apartment flung open, allowing Jean, Marco, and Connie to enter. They were in the midst of conversation, laughing at a joke Connie had said. "Hey bitch-" Jean's words caught somewhere in the back of his throat as he saw you. His cheeks erupted into fire and he stopped, causing Connie and Marco to slam into him. "Hey!" Connie looked past Jean's frozen position, and smiled knowingly. "Bark, Bark, Bark! Y/n you look a sexy grim reaper!" Jean blinked as you laughed. Connie slid past Jean and made his way to the kitchen, giving the others a greeting as he did so.

Marco smiled at your outfit. "You look so pretty y/n!" Your cheeks were beginning to hurt from happiness and you wondered if you should wear this stuff more often and not just in your dreams. Jean seemed to snap out of it. "You...you...nice, y/n." He managed to get out, not right before Eren made fun of his stuttering.

Sasha exited her room, and to the delight of everyone gave a twirl in her little dress. "y/n! You look very nice!" She may or not have said whilst grabbing your boob. Historia admitted to helping you pick out the fit, and ymir made everyone thank her for her service.

"you should wear this more often, y/n. Or at least less more often." Annie nudged you from behind. You were amazed at her sauveness but also the blush that dusted the tips of her ears.

Reiner and Bertholdt came through the fire escape (because Reiner has been on a "parkour!" Kick recently. But Reiner made sure to call you hot, (effectively pissing off both Jean and Eren.) And Bertholdt simply blushed, quickly agreeing with Reiner.

Finally Hanje, Erwin, and Levi arrived, Levi bringing leftovers from his tea shop. Hanje had squealed and called you "hot!" Erwin was certain you were only wearing a bra and refused to look at you, whilst Levi couldn't take his eyes off of you, but said nothing all the same.

"Well ladies, I hope you all are ready!" Hanje smirked. "Who's riding with me?"

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Y/n gets a tattoo

"So...what do you think?" You stood in front of Hanje, Annie, and Ymir, your shirt raised to your underboob. Hanje clapped excitedly. "It looks great, y/n!" "I like the view." Annie said dryly. Ymir nodded. "yeah it's nice, just don't show Historia."

"Don't show me what?" Historia entered the living room via the kitchen. Immediately her eyes found your tattoo, and she smiled. "lovely!"

The others found the tattoo under different circumstances however.

Sasha had known first, since she went with you to get it originally, having helped you pick out the design. By that I mean, she mainly just agreed with whatever you said but helped you out none the less. Mikasa found out before you were training together, (she thought it looked cool).

Eren found out because he walked in on you in the shower. "Shit! Wait is that a tattoo!?" He would've told you he liked it had you not kicked the shit out of him and lectured him about coming over to your apartment constantly, blah, blah, blah.

Armin found out because you showed him, (and he promptly died a bit) but he also really liked it and you invited him to come get another one with you some time. Maybe, just maybe you had a weak spot for the blonde.

Jean and Connie found out because you sent Marco a snap of it, and they looked at it from over his shoulder. Connie laughed at Jean's sharp in take of breathe and Jean tackled Connie. Meanwhile as they fought in the background Marco sent you a video snap of his response.

Reiner found out via a training session, much like Mikasa. "Why, y/n I never knew what a sly devil you could be!"

Bertholdt knew because Reiner made sure to describe it to him in great detail, knowing that the tall fellow would get flustered.

Erwin was probably told at some point but forgot so anytime he sees in you in a bikini or something skimpy he gets his mind blown.

Levi found out because, you may or may not have sent him a snap (with much different intentions then the one you had sent Marco.) Levi thought it was badass, though.

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Y/n kisses the AOT gang

Yes, you had kissed each member of the gang. For any of these bitches, they could get it, let's be real.

You had given Eren forehead kisses many a time between he and you. This had been pretty random but regardless, it was something the two of you did often.

You often kissed Armin on the cheek, pinching them together whilst you smushed his face and pulled him in for hugs. Really, you loved Armin.

You kissed Jean on several occasions, partially because you weren't one to refuse an offer from an attractive man and also it was the quickest way to fluster the boy. He has the king of talking the talk but never actually walking the walk.

You give Marco and Connie platonic cheek kisses everytime you see each other. They also give you cheek kisses back. Marco also gives hugs!

You blow Reiner kisses all the time because that's exactly what your friendship is.

You give Bertholdt sweet little cheek kisses and he's always a blushing mess afterwards.

You give Erwin goodbye kisses and he always returns them.

You've made out with Levi. His tongue's been in your mouth. Yes, you kiss.

You give Hanje cheek kisses all the time. You seriously love this woman.

You've made out with Annie too. You also give her kisses on her neck just to hear her giggle.

You and ymir don't usually kiss, but you and Historia kiss each other's cheek.

You've kissed Sasha smack on the lips before, and you two cuddle all da time.

You give Mikasa forehead kisses because touch isn't necessarily her love language but you know when she needs it.

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Y/n gets into a fight

You don't get in trouble, like ever. You're reliable, kind, level headed. However sometimes you come across a Titan of an issue and need your friends to rally behind you.

Historia will get into an argument for you, but she isn't scary at all, nor is she very powerful when it comes to muscle might.

Mikasa will kill a bitch for you. Straight up. She may not always show it outright but she loves you.

Ymir would video tape the ass whooping of whoever dares to cross you until they tried to come after Historia. Then she's seeing red.

Annie would laugh at whoever is trying to fight you. She won't step into the fray directly until you need her though, she trusts you do take care of it.

Eren doesn't care if they haven't even thrown a punch if they even say a damn thing that he doesn't feel you deserve he will start the fight. He has no self control. He's an aries.

Jean will also fight for you. He'd be a hundred percent more levelheaded about the problem but he won't let you take shit.

Connie will at first be confused and then pull his signature "bruh" face. He'll be the one that takes the phone from Ymir after Historia gets involved.

Sasha will try to protect you the best she can. She doesn't want you hurt so she'll probably grab a spoon as a weapon and charge.

Reiner is just trying to vibe and then suddenly he's pulled into an all out war. Sigh. But at least it's for you.

Hange will find this all very funny, but she'll help out in between snorts.

Erwin will just stand there looking at your antagonist dead in the eye with the slightest raise of his brow. That's the end of it all.

Armin will go all manipulative bestie on however is bothering you.

Levi merely get in between you. He may be short but nothing scare him and he's literally willing to kick some ass if need be.

Bertolt would just take you somewhere else. Yes he's super annoyed and upset at this person, but he has better things to do with his time.

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Y/n gets a dog

To be honest, you'd wanted a pet for a long long time. Living closely with seven other women- and essentially nine men, had made that prospect rather slim, until one day approximately four months ago when you dropped the question.

The response was rather positive, so you carefully crafted a schedule and supplies.

The little puppy had been the runt of the litter, but that didn't bother you one bit (your not so secret infatuation of a certain 5'2" raven haired fellow solidified that.)

You were the first person to arrive home that day, and when you did you hurried to get the house puppified.

Bertolt came by early that day and was the first to see the puppy. At first he wasn't so sure about the little rascal. It seemed so hyper, a little too hyper, actually. But then, it licked him and he fell in love. He actually completely forgot you were even there he was so enthralled.

Levi came by with takeout, and much like Bertolt he wasn't sure about this creature. He'd always been more of a cat person, but even then he wasn't exactly an animal person. Just too messy. But for your sake he pat the pup on the head. (And to both your and bertolt's shock the puppy began to follow Levi around.

Armin loved the puppy. He immediately scooped it up and sang to it. You had never seen the blonde so happy as he cooed over the little Beasty. He raised it up into the air and swung it until Levi yelled at him for waving the animal over the takeout.

Erwin seemed a bit indifferent to the dog, almost as if the animal had just always been there. He did make sure however to share his food with it.

Hange tickled the poor animal savagely, vowing to buy it a sweater for the winter. You told them they didn't have to, but they refused. "What's a godparent for?"

Sasha vowed to help feed it and promised it that she would only buy it the best food possible.

Marco adored the tiny thing. "have you named him yet?" He had asked while lovingly scratching behind it's ears. "he looks like a sugar...or a Coco?"

Connie immediately sat down and started playing with newly named Sugar. "Connie! You're getting Sugar too riled up." Levi warned, but right then Connie was attacked by the tiny pup, and despite the small size of the dog the sheer force almost knocked Connie over. "Tch, idiot."

Jean was the first to take Sugar for a walk and you joined him. Together the two of you laughed at how cute Sugar looked as he bounced around in the grass. You made sure to have Jean clean up after him though, don't worry.

Sugar immediately fell asleep on Eren who threatened anyone that would dare touch or wake up him. Eren was extremely content with this little ball of joy.

Annie wasn't really excited for the puppy but she did promise to train Sugar when it was time, so there's that.

Ymir tried to act similar to Annie but Ymir is a total dog person, and after a bit she scoped up Sugar and put the sleeping pup on her own lap.

Mikasa was just happy everyone else seemed happy. She did sit by ymir though so she could get a few good pats in.

Later that night Historia grabbed the puppy and took him into her room, which she shared with Ymir. Really this puppy wasn't yours, it was everyone's.

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The AOT gang goes to a concert

You pulled into Eren's hand practically dragging him through the crowd. "That's the last time I'm letting you lead us anywhere, Eren!" He groaned behind you. "I thought the sign said Row one, it was an honest mistake!" You shot him a dangerous glare. "It was a sign for the bathroom!"

Finally you met up with your friends, who were all already comfortably seated, waiting for the concert to begin. "Hey guys sorry we're late, we had some...sign trouble."

You and Eren found your seats, "Good news is if anyone wants to know where the bathrooms are.." you elbowed your brunette friend.

When the concert began, it was immediately pretty damn hype. You and Jean clasped hands and danced together, shouting out the lyrics to the first song at the top of your lungs.

At the second song and Sasha took orders for food, and grabbed some grub. As you waited in the unnecessarily long line you pulled her into a hug and took a quick picture.

When you returned you stood by Reiner, but some big headed bastard had moved in front of your spot. So you climbed into Reiner's shoulders and screamed at the stage from your pretty impressive view.

Connie dared you to throw your bra on stage, but didn't actually think you'd do it. His face, and literally everyone around you, was priceless. In fact, you got a round of applause.

Hanje was video tapping about 90% of it, but they often drapped a hand around your shoulders and pulled you into the video, the two of you singing along to the musicians voice.

You and Levi held hands when a soft song came on, him pulling you into his chest at just the right note. You dipped your head into the chin, enjoying the soft thud of his heartbeat against the deep bass of the speakers. It was nice.

You face timed Bertolt, who unfortunately couldn't attend because he had "work". He enjoyed the concert better from that angle anyways.

You and Historia took a ton of pictures! So many! Some weren't even in focus! But you two didn't care!

Marco grabbed his phone light every chance he got and kept accidentally flashing it in people's eyes. He got you like seven times.

Erwin kept complaining that it was too loud, but you literally saw him full on do the sprinkler because he was vibing so hard.

You and Mikasa went to the bathroom together, and you forced her to take a picture with you. You also got lost on the way back but Mikasa helped guide you back. What would you do without her?

When you returned you ran into ymir and Historia dancing together, laughing and giggling. Damn them and their happiness.

After the show you and Armin went and met the people you watched and got a picture with them. They kept referring to Armin as your boyfriend so in the photo he looks like a tomato. He swore you to secrecy.

On the way back to the apartment you switched riders with Hanje so that she could take Eren home and you could just take Annie back to the apartment you shared. The whole way back you just let loose in the car. Annie could be very loud when with people she trusts entirely.

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Y/n flirts with the AOT gang

Unfortunately for you y/n you're not the sad drunk, clumsy drunk, dancer drunk, you're the flirty drunk. I guess there are worse things, though. These are the times when drunk you has flirted with your friends and their reactions.

One time you got blasted at a work party and Eren had to come drive you home. He was shocked at first, but he truly does care about you and is also the most oblivious person ever so he was just like "okay."

Annie was super confused at first, but she actually really liked the attention. She'd never admit that to you though. So she just kinda bumped shoulders with you and almost knocked you down, had she not caught you.

Jean actually almost shit himself your flirting flustered him so bad. But he realized that you were drunk and immediately lifted you up and took you home.

Armin blushed, squeaked, and giggled. He knew you were drunk but he just couldn't help it. He helped you to bed and you fell asleep next to each other.

Sasha took you out to eat immediately after you said you wanted to go on a date with a hot babe like her, because she just needs one reason to go get something to munch on. It helped sober you up and when you puked she held your hair. Besties.

You did have a line though and you never actually flirted with Historia or Ymir but Ymir always took videos of you drunk and Historia always made sure to help you to bed. Those two were your constant watch dogs though when you were having fun.

Reiner "pretends" to go along with your flirting. He really just likes it because your hawt. "oh really? Tell me more about my eyes." He does however makes sure no one messes with you and always makes sure you get home safely.

When you get drunk around Mikasa the Ackerman always just pats you on the head. Sometimes though she makes fun of you.

Whenever you flirt with Connie hes also drunk so he flirts back. The two of you are the most chaotic drunk duo though and always end up breaking shit.

Erwin tells you to stop. "Stop that y/n, it's weird." But he's always blushing when he says that and he acts like a parent. "No, no more tequila!"

Hange will literally just have fun with drunk you. She'd vibe and even give you her glasses.

Marco would think it's really funny, but he'd stick with you for as long as he needs to to make sure you're okay and then he'll take you home.

Levi will look so annoyed and so done but he'll blush and wrap his fingers with yours. Much like Jean, he'll try to take you home as soon as possible. He gets jealous way too easily for this and often he'll stay the night with you.

Bertolt's brain literally melts. Reiner has to drag him away from you. You've broken the poor man.

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They walk in on you changing

Annie- She opened the door and come in without even paying attention, realized you were essentially naked when you squealed. She rolls her eyes, and mutters "look the door next time," but that's a mental image she'll be keeping for a while.

Armin- he doesn't even allow himself a second peak, immediately putting his hand over his eyes. "Oh! I'm so sorry y/n! I-i-yeah!" He practically runs out of there faster than lightening.

Bertolt- He freezes, and you have to push him out. His brain dies and he stands outside your door for several minutes still trying to process.

Connie- he doesn't even notice you, but when you yell at him he simply turns and farts at you.

Eren- "If you were changing why didn't you lock the door?"

Erwin- "I'm sorry I thought this was the bathroom. Did you get a new book shelf?"

Hanje- She comes in, sees that your changing and puts a hand over her eyes, continuing to tell you what she wanted.

Jean- he puts his hands on his hips and smiles, "you knew I was coming, didn't you?"

Levi- he doesn't really care and neither do you (nothing he hasn't seen before) but he doesn't make sure to shut the door and wrap you on the head. "you have a lock, brat, use it."

Marco- opens door. "Whoops." Closes door. "Sorry y/n!"

Mikasa- "hey y/n," just continues.

Sasha had half a donut in her mouth when she walked in on you and then immediately it fell from her mouth when she turned and saw your body. she blinked and quickly bent over, grabbing her donut and covered her eyes, but only partially.

Reiner- "Hey, y/n I- Woah! Nice ra-" you effectively cut him off by throwing a shoe at his face.

Historia- "Oh! Sorry sweetie, you're so pretty, oh my goodness!"

Ymir- after storming in she proclaims, "Historia saw you naked, I have to kill you now."

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They find you crying

We all have those days, and this is when they find you having one.

Ymir found you in the your bedroom, completely bundled in blankets with the lights shut off. She notices that you've been crying because your sniffing loudly, but says nothing about it. "Hey, Y/n, do you have the wifi password?"

She'd leave, but tell Historia, knowing Historia is better suited to check on and deal with helping you. Historia will walk in and raise her hands, in an open hug. You'll wordlessly scootch over and allow her to slide in beside you and gently pull you into her grasp.

Sasha heard you crying and grabbed her comfort snacks, a blanket, and the puppy. All of which she carried into your bedroom. The two of you would sit, eat, and watch some comfort shows. "it's the best medicine!"

Reiner saw your car parked outside the apartments and thought he'd knock on your car window. When he got up to your window though, he noticed the tears that were streaking down your face. He'd immediately climb into the other side of the car, hopping into the passenger seat. You're shocked, having not even noticed him hanging outside your car to begin with. "Uh, Reiner?" "So," he buckles up. "Who did it?"

Mikasa could hear you crying when she was up late at night, (your door had been open a crack.) So she grabbed some ice cream and two spoons, and wordlessly walked into your room. She said nothing and didn't press you for information, and the two of you shared Sasha's favorite ice cream.

Marco witnessed you go full on break down mode after a ROUGH day and immediately gave you the greatest pep talk known to man. You were so amazed at his genuinely kind words you stopped crying, but Marco had become so touched that he had started.

You had actually went to Levi's apartment, and sat with him. He made you tea and listened silently as you told him about what had happened and how sad you felt. He didn't press any advice on you or dry your tears with grandiose words, but he genuinely listened and acknowledged your feelings. Then you cuddled, and it was more than enough.

Jean said something flirty to you and for one reason or another it set you off and tears were aflowing. At first he panicked because he thought he made you cry. When he realized it wasn't him, he gently brought you into him and held you as you cried into his shirt. Finally you looked up at him and he wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, "Would sex make you feel better?"

You called Hanje and told what happened after a particularly rough day, so she and moblit went and grabbed you some takeout and spent the day with you. They even took you to egg the offenders house. Revenge is sweet.

Erwin thought you were sick, so he left after finding you crying in your room, bought you soup, made it and just acted like you were sick. You didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.

Eren saw you crying and then flicked you in the head and promptly left. You were stunned, but also found it funny and confusing, so you stopped crying.

Connie facetimed you and by the end you weren't crying because you were sad, but because Connie's really fucking stupid.

Bertolt noticed you were in your room for a while so he checked on you. He gave you a hug and then asked you very nicely to "stop crying."

Armin literally sat his ass down and stayed with you until the two of you fell asleep. He's a top tier friend who cares deeply about your emotional health so he does everything he can to sort you out. He holds your hand, nods, listens, gives you advice, and agrees with you.

Annie calls you a crybaby but she sits down beside you none the less. She doesn't press nor did she speak. But she wants you to know that's she's here in her own special Annie way.

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Thanks for reading! Remember, requests are open!

[drakenology]

Vapors - Bakugo Katsuki

warnings!: use of drugs (weed), smut, a lil comedy, fluff (cause im a cancer and we love romance in this house.) swearing because bakugo, Bakugo aged up (cause we don’t fuck children ‘round here), and sex under the influence of drugs. i also sprinkled some daddy kink up in here so...

author’s note: THANK YOU GUYS SOOOO MUCH FOR 100 NOTES ON MY RECENT POSTS!!! I really appreciate all the love, it makes me so happy to see that you guys like my work. Remember I’m taking requests and asks so please don’t be shy! here’s yet another bakugo smut because.. well, i’m obsessed with this man ok?? AND we need more stoner Bakugo idc idc idc. enjoy!

summary: Bakugo is a stoner and you’ve been kind of a goody two shoes for most of your life until the night you smoked with your boyfriend for the first time. 

It was a calm evening at home. You had just finished cleaning the home you shared with Bakugo as he helped by washing the dishes. You sigh, putting away the vacuum as you go and hop in the shower. You loved when he took days off of being a hero to spend some time with you at home. As you take your shower, you hear your boyfriend singing along to his favorite song; you smile as you hear him carelessly belt the notes off key. You loved his stupid ass so much. If you had ever told anyone he was a softie for you he’d probably kill you himself, but you still cherish the moments when he’s at his sweetest. You step out of the shower, drying yourself off as you dress yourself in a t-shirt and fleece pajama pants to keep warm and cozy. You walk out to the living room to a strong stench that completely caught you off guard. Bakugo was sitting on the couch, singing his song in his own little world; rolling a joint for him to smoke. 

“Katsuki! I told you no smoking in the house!” You nag, walking over to him. He smirked up at you, continuing to roll. He was in a really good mood today. He spent the day smoking weed and fucking his hot girlfriend. Even if she was a little uptight, she was fucking gorgeous and she had a good heart. Though he really wished you’d loosen your corset a bit. 

“Relax, shitty woman. I’m taking this outside. Just rollin’ up as all.” He said, concentrating on sealing his joint. He licked the seams of the paper, looking you in the eyes as he did so. He chuckled as he watched your face turn red. 

“You’ve never smoked before, huh?” Kastuki asked you, raising a brow at you as you watched him carefully roll his joint. You sat next to him, folding your arms as you shake your head no. Katsuki smoked, not a lot but whenever he had time to himself and you knew that. You never had a problem with it, you just never smoked yourself. 

“I’d never. I used to think weed was so bad for you. But you smoke it and you seem fine.” You admit, watching him hold a lighter over his joint to seal the edges. 

“Did you wanna try it with me? If not that’s fine, I’m not pressuring you to do anything you don’t want to, princess.” He said, cupping your chin in his hand as he gave you a small peck on your nose. You smile and think briefly. Katsuki knows that you’ve always been a goody two shoes. Ever since you two were kids, you were always so afraid to get into trouble for anything. He remembers when you cried all the way through detention for bickering with him in middle school. It was your first and only detention. You were so hysterical, it was as if someone died. You were just always so sweet and innocent. You never cussed or got too angry and that’s what Katsuki loved about you. You were such a calming spirit. Even though he was the complete opposite, it worked as you balanced each other out. 

“Okay. But just this one night.” You giggle, hopping up out of your seat. He stands up and walks to the balcony of your apartment, smacking your ass as you walk through the sliding door. You two were sat next to each other, watching the sun set over the clouds as he lights up the joint for you both to share. 

“Now I just wanna warn you, please don’t feel like you gotta keep up with me. You can stop when you feel like you’ve had enough. Okay?” He said, taking a drag. You nod, watching him closely to see how to properly smoke a joint. It had to be a science right? He takes another slow drag and blew out the smoke, passing it to you so you can have a hit. You take it and hold it like a cigarette, making Katsuki laugh as he watched his goody goody smoke weed for the first time. You take a puff, one that was a little too big for you to start off and immediately you cough up the smoke. Katsuki pats your back as he handed you some water to help your throat. 

“Idiot.” He shakes his head, laughing slightly. You lightly hit his chest, trying to take another drag. 

“Just inhale. You’re overthinking it.” He said watching you slowly take a drag. Sure enough after following Bakugo’s instruction, you blow out the smoke. You felt your body instantly relax, your eyes hazy and low as you watch Katsuki smoke some more. God, he was so attractive. You’ve never sat and watched him smoke before, he’d always leave the room out of respect for you not liking the smoke in the house. But with the way your body feels right now, you think you’d been missing out for sure. You take in his form, he was slouched in his chair with his legs spread out as he smoked. You felt yourself blush as you watched him, in awe of his stature. He passed you the joint once more and you happily took another drag. You loved the high you were feeling, the stars in the sky twinkling much more pristine as then usual. You become a little giggly, your first time being high just seemed so hilarious. 

“What’re you laughin’ at?” Bakugo says looking at you with hazy eyes, your laughter roaring through his ears. 

“I-I’m sorry I just- AHAHAHAHA!” You burst, hunching over laughing at practically nothing. Being high was kinda fun. Bakugo laughs with you, putting out the joint when he was done. 

“That’s enough for you, shitty woman.” He said standing up from his chair. You slowly stand up from your seat as you wobble a little, feeling your balance being thrown off by the influence of weed. He helps you inside, opening the door for you letting you walk in first. As a tradition, he smacks you ass as you walk through the door. You looked especially delicious when he was high, his pants feeling a little tight just looking at you. He plops down on the couch and turned on the T.V, flipping through Netflix as you walked into the kitchen. 

“I’m fucking HUNGRY.” You blurt out, looking through the cabinets for something to snack on. Katsuki froze, unsure that he heard what he just heard.

“D-Did you just fucking cuss?” He asked, completely shocked. Never in his years of knowing you has he ever heard you utter a swear word. He tried to get you to at least say “Damn.” and that never worked. 

“Oh shit... I did just cuss. Oh shit I just cussed again! FUCK!” You laugh, not being able to contain your foul language. It felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off your shoulders, finally loosening your metaphorical corset. Katsuki laughed. 

“What’s gotten into you, huh?” He asked sarcastically, standing up from his seat on the couch. He walked towards you to see you stuffing you face with every snack from your pantry. You had a seriously bad case of the munchies, crunching away at some potato chips. 

“We gotta go food shopping tomorrow. Ain’t shit in here to eat. UGH why does food taste so fucking good right now!?” You said, cussing with ease at this point. Bakugo inched closer to you shaking his head, snatching the bag of chips away from you as he started to eat them. You frown, grabbing some cookies instead. 

“Gimme one.” Bakugo said, grabbing the cookie out of your mouth with his, taking a bite from it. You blush as you chew your own cookie, watching him look down at you. You never really realized how much taller Bakugo was compared to you. You took your hand and wiped some crumbs from the corner of his mouth, kissing him deeply as you pulled him closer to you. Katsuki kissed you back, picking you up and sitting you on the kitchen counter. The kiss under the influence felt amazing. It was like time froze while you kissed, your lips combined feeling like electricity as you melt into him. You feel yourself getting wetter by the second, immensely turned on by this man. You tug at the hem of his shirt for him to take it off, earning a chuckle from Katsuki. 

“You’re horny as fuck right now, aren’t you?” He asked, leaning in to kiss your neck. “I can tell you’re probably soaked right now.” You moan as he left open mouth kisses down your neck, reaching under your shirt to grab and squeeze at your bare breasts. You feel absolutely blissful, your panties soaking at this point. Why did everything feel so fucking good right now? 

“Kachan~” You whine, trying to grind against him as he licked and sucked on your neck, pinching your nipples lightly. You feel as if you’re about to cum just from him playing with your boobs and kissing your neck, your pussy pulsating as you grab onto him for dear life. All the pleasure was becoming so blinding you never wanted this feeling to go away. Katsuki lifts you up again to walk back into the living room with you in his arms, sitting on the couch with you on his lap. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He said, nibbling on your ear. You moan, grinding against his growing bulge, taking off your shirt to reveal your nude breasts to him. 

“You, daddy.” You purr. Katsuki freezes a little, shocked by what you just called him. You were pretty vanilla so hearing you call him daddy turned him feral. 

“Say it again.” He demanded, taking a nipple into his mouth. You moan, still grinding your pussy against the tent he was pitching in his pants, running your hands through his hair. 

“I want you, daddyy. Please fuck me.” You whine, getting off his lap as he stood. Your obedience was turning him on so much he just had to have you, not caring where in the house he took you at this point. He slid off your pants and panties in one go, kneeling down to get a closer looks at your wetness. 

“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me, baby.” he hissed, kissing your inner thighs. “I would eat you out for being such a good girl but I need to be inside you. Now.” He said, standing up to take off his pants and his boxers, his thick length springing out as he pulled them down. You almost drool at the sight, spreading your legs and rubbing your pussy as you imagined his length stretching you out. You were never this sultry in the bedroom, always having Katsuki initiate. But tonight, you had a hunger you needed to be fulfilled. 

“You’re so fucking sexy..” Katsuki moaned, pumping his dick a few times before grabbing your face to kiss you with tongue. He pulled away to grab you by your neck, the dominating look in his eyes making your pussy gush. 

“Bend your sexy ass over.” He growled, letting you go as you obliged. He crouched behind you and gave your pussy a few taps with his dick before sliding inside your slick folds. You have never felt this good. Sex with Katsuki had always been amazing but tonight this was different. You moan sinfully as you felt him stretch you out, his thrusts progressing as he fucked you good. 

“D-Daddyy.” You moan, gripping the arm of the couch for dear life. He smacks your ass a few times, quickening his pace as he grabbed you hair to pull it. You lean into the couch, one leg on the seat and one planted onto the floor, hardly being able to keep you stable as your legs shake. You feel your release come quicker than expected, you reaching back to rub your clit in harsh circles. 

“You make me feel so good daddy. Fuck, I love you!” You scream, pushing your face into your hands as Katsuki continued the assault on your g-spot. You start clenching around him, the sound of your moans and skin slapping together filled the living room as Katsuki starts to sweat, a caramel scent filling your nose. 

“So fucking sexy, baby. You gonna cum for me?” He asked, his hard thrusts causing you to see stars. Your moans are the only thing Katsuki can hear, unsatified as he pulled you up to him by your hair. 

“I can’t hear you, baby.” He said, fucking you even harder,  you not knowing that was even possible. You can hardly form a sentence, you responding with frantic yeses and moans and I love yous. He smirked, throwing you back onto the couch as he feels you clench around him once more. If he knew you were gonna be this frisky he would have gotten you high a long time ago.  

“I’m gonna cum, daddy! I- oh!” You shriek, cumming around his dick to Katsuki’s delight. He smacks you ass hard as he helps you ride out your orgasm only to quicken his pace again, chasing his own release. 

“Yeah.. ‘M gonna cum, baby. You ready?” He asked sweetly, kissing your back as he pounds you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, gasping for air to try and answer him. 

“C-Cum inside me, daddy. Oh god yes!” You moan, biting your lip. He did just that, a strong grunt leaving his mouth as he slowed down his movements, his cum painting your womb white. You sigh, almost missing his dick inside you as he pulled out of you. He picked you up and carried you to your shared room. 

“Can we smoke again later?” You ask innocently. He laughed and walked into the bathroom to start you both a bath. 

“Sure baby.” He said, giving you a sweet kiss. He pulled out the joint you both hadn’t finished as he led you into the bath. He goes to light it before looking to you to see if it was okay to smoke in the bathroom. 

“Fuck it.” You say, laughing as he lights up the joint for you to relax in your bath. 

[servingy-nneeds]

PROMPT:HOW WOULD THEY REACT WITH A BIG BREASTED S/O: VILLAIN EDITION

Dabi

“You got them big tits” he said nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders when you were first introduced in the League of Villains

He would notice your above average breast but that’s it

Honestly doesn’t see the appeal with boobs, as he would put it, tits are tits.

Although, he understands your charms and has used you multiple times as an information gatherer mainly on male Pro heroes, other times on female pro heroes

Lets you wear whatever makes you feel comfortable; You want to wear baggy shirts and pants go for it. Wanted to wear badass clothes that shows of your curves? Hell go for it. He ain’t gonna guilt trip you into hiding your assets, if you have it, “fuckin flaunt it” as he say

When you first started dating he was still aloof with you, however was quick to avert you away from the League of Villains whenever you want to mingle with them. His reason was that “they aren’t the most sane people to be around”

Quite the prick when someone tries to hit on you

Namely going behind you and groping your knockers in front of the poor soul who decided his luck with you. He does this every damn time just to point out that yes you belong to him and yes he better be damn jealous of Dabi’s privilege

And if being dense was the offender’s choice of action. Well, cremation awaits for the other guys/girls, his hands ain’t rated E for nuthin’

It irritates him when one of his companion, most likely Shigaraki, stares at your tits for a second too long. He was rude to him to no end for the whole week. Doesn’t trust Shigaraki enough to leave you with him alone

Jests that you stay with him in order to scare off potential perverts. He was after all your ‘big bad boyfriend’

It doesn’t matter on how you two went to sleep that night, you always wake up to an arm under your breast or a hand exactly at your boob

You caught him sometimes staring at a mirror tracing his scars and then back at you wondering if you would finally realized you’re too good for a nobody like him

He KNOWS he has a shitty personality and looks and isn’t the best boyfriend out there for you

You learned that he responds well at cuddling and surrounding him with positive affirmations

BONUS✨: You tried surprising him with the whole concept of only wearing his coat with nothing underneath it. You think he appreciates the thought, but really, if your rearing to go just ask him.

Shigaraki

When you were first introduced to the League of Villains he didn’t even greet you and openly staring down under your chin never meeting your eyes. Thus, your first impression of him was pervert and imprudent, how is he the boss anyway?.

He just openly stared at your breasts until somebody pointed it out Dabi and Kurogiri

“Boss I think it goes dinner first eye fuckin later yeah?“

“I think this person would appreciate if you stopped undressing them with your eyes Shigaraki”

Unlike Dabi, this man would be obsessed with your boobs

One time you wore a low cut shirt and he had the audacity of blaming you for distracting him.

You kneed him in the gut for that comment followed by scampering off for your dear life

He would like to think he is sneaky with his glances

But honestly EVERYONE knows he’s ogling your breast

Doesn’t had a lot as a child which explains why he is quite childish and selfish with you when you two started going out

Would literally kill someone for you, LITERALLY

Someone just happened to look at you? boom dust. Someone just asked for direction and he didn’t liked the way the stranger looked at you? boom ashes

One time you heard him mutter a “+5 points” for wearing a round collared neck shirts and a “+30 points” for wearing the low cut shirt

Please someone tell this man that breasts are actually fragile and not some stress ball

A night with him results in sore breasts littered with bruises and bite marks

BONUS✨: Loves being babied resting his head on your breast. Doesn’t care if you were taking nap, nor does he care that he was trespassing on your room and privacy. Your breasts are open for naps? boom there his head goes. “Honestly, stop flaunting them” he argued to you one day.

Mr. Compress

When you were introduced to the League of Villains for the first time he low key hinted that he needs assistant for his magic tricks and you just so happened to be quite his type the distraction he needed

Another ‘all tits are tits’ kind of man

He may want all the applause of the world but lives for your amusement

Reserves all his pretty tricks for you

Is canonically a showman at heart so don’t take it the wrong way when he said that you were the center of attention, “it’s a compliment” he argues

Has a love hate relationship with the idea of you being the center of attention

He loves that everyone is staring at a glory that is you

Hates the idea that everyone is staring lecherously at you

Uses the phrase “You’re so cute I wish I can keep you inside my pockets all the time” quite literally

One time you got sent together with him at a public area, say the mall, to gather intels on pro heroes where you went separate ways. When he went back to you lo and behold you were being surrounded by horny males who just wants to get sum of that piece

He was quite flashy with distracting them, he called it a magician’s trick, but really all he did was asked you to be his assistant and then the next minute you were in his breast pocket no where to be seen

You threw a fit after you were decompressed 

He apologized for doing his parlor tricks unto you without consent. Lowkey would do it again if ever you were in trouble or he’s just downright jealous

Would love for you to wear a magician’s assistant garb; the one with the top hat, corset, long coat and really anything that allows for an easy misdirection of tricks for his advantage.

BONUS✨:Wearing his costume or anything of his turns it on for him. One time he made you wear his top hat and only his top hat while he was scrambling up your guts.

Twice

When you were first introduced to the League of Villains he greeted you with  “You look fuckin hot to bed” “ or to Wed”

Being teamed up with him was both exhausting and amusing at the same time

He would likely drop some random conversations like “You know we could be fucking each other at this time?” “Remember to focus at our mission, ‘mkay?”

Although his multiple personalities often clash with each other, protecting you is always their top priority.

You have to be really patient and understanding when dating this man. His shifts from hot to cold personality, so some days he would be praising you, and then some other days he is giving you the cold shoulder

“I could do better than you” “You’re literally my whole world”

Poor man was lonely to death and gets a lot more unstable when you leave him alone. Like he would cry a river and put up some kinda tantrum if you’re not there with him to accompany him

You caught him one day with a clone version of you cuddling him to sleep. You weren’t sure if you call this cheating or cry that he was so lonely he even considered cloning you to be with him.

However when you cleared your throat announcing your return, his expression was a mixture of shock, relief and a hint of embarrassment

Though he immediately rushed over to you once he saw the real you standing at the doorway. “Why did you leave me all alone?!” “I never missed you, you know?”

Both you and the clone was standing there awkwardly with Jin still clinging at your side

“Are my boobs really that big?” you asked trying to break the tension

He would just grab them saying “It’s humongous!” then removing his hands and inspecting said boobs the very next seconds saying “Nah they’re perfect for me”

Eventually the clone returned to being a mud and both of you agreed to never clone yourself again unless he’s really really desperate

BONUS✨: Is very spontaneous with his affection one minute the two of you would be 6 feet apart watching some kid’s cartoon the next minute he would be crawling all over you asking you to suffocate him hold his head dearly against your bosoms 

[migilini]

I Do - Charlie Gillespie

a/n: I watched to many seasons of married at first sight and this came to mind. Just pretend that Charlie in this GIF is wearing a suit. Kinda a part two to Fifth Time Workes A Charm

Requests are open btw! (not just for Charlie)

words: 3k

warnings: none just fluff and a lot of crying

MASTERLIST

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You barely slept during the night. You kept waking up what felt like every hour to check if it was time to get up. The bed felt awfully empty and you would give everything right now to be in his arms. Then finally, the clock strikes 9 am and you are up on your feet, the nerves getting the better of you. The hotel room was nice and clean, you didn't like it, it felt too white and too lifeless to you right now.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, glowing but tired eyes staring right back at you. Taking a deep breath you tried to shake the nerves with a silly little body shake, then you smiled at yourself before heading into the bathroom to wash your face.

A knock on the door interrupted you mid-splash and you went to the door with a dripping face. “We’ve arrived!” your best friend Elouise or Eli for short exclaimed and hieved her whole baggage onto your bed. “What do you mean we?” you leaned your head out of the room and into the empty hallway. Just as you were about to close the door, feet pounded on the carpeted floor. “Sorry, sorry! Had to finish the call with hair and makeup.” Tris, your other best friend screamed through the halls, as she frantically came running towards you, phone clutched in one hand while the other held two dresses that flattered behind her.

You looked at her in amusement "Need a glass of water?" You chuckled at her heavy breathing and closed the door behind you.

"Oh yes please"

"Y/N you're so not ready...well lucky for you we are here. So hop hop go shower ma lady." Eli shushed you into the bathroom "and scrub every inch! I'll check if I have to!” You still heard their laughter as you get rid of your clothes and step into the shower. The warm water relaxed your muscles and your nerves immediately.

Several minutes later, now smelling like a goddess and wrapped into a soft white towel, you sat on the bed in your now crowded hotel room. While you were showering your nerves away, your dress, the hairdresser and makeup artist arrived.

“There she is!” greeted the makeup artist “Come sit down, we’ve got everything out and you and I already discussed your look. Are we still okay with it?”

“Yes, Carlos. But make everything as cry proof as possible okay?” you said laughing slightly.

“I also brought you a coffee and a croissant. I know you don’t usually eat something in the mornings but we don’t want you to faint now do we?” Tris held a tablet in front of her with several cups of coffees and something to eat. You took a cup gratefully, shooting her a quick thanks, holding the cup as Carlos started on your face and Melissa, the hairdresser started drying and styling your hair.

“Can I have my phone back?” You said to no one in particular.

“Nope, sorry.”

“Emi! What--It’s my phone!”

“I do know that. And you should know that Tris and I know you very well and you would’ve called or more likely face timed him by now and put a bad omen over the whole day.”

“Yeah. You and Charlie can’t be away from each other for long.” Tris acknowledged and sided with Emi.

“You’re just jealous that I’m in love.” You shot back with a smile and stuck your tongue out at your friends which in return gave you a growl from Carlos and Melissa who needed you to sit still.

After what felt like an eternity you were done and now it was time for your bridesmaids to get ready. They purposefully taped a piece of cloth over all mirrors so could only see yourself when you were 100% finished with getting ready.

Now that you had some time to actually think about today, your mind started to wander. Was Charlie ready by now or were there some complications? Tris did get a call earlier to then just run out of the room and come back 20 minutes later. What suit would he wear? Was he just as nervous as you? Totally unaware of how much time you passed, you were ripped out of your thoughts with a forceful swat on your shoulder.

“Miss Bride? It’s time to get the dress on.” Tris squealed.

You took a look at your best friends who looked absolutely stunning, at some time they got changed into their dresses. Emi smiled at you with a glossed lipped smile, her brown hair up in a bun while little strands of glitter strings framed her face. She wore a turquoise halter dress with some nude heels. Tris wore a bit of a darker turquoise strapless dress, her colourful hair falling straight over her shoulder. Both had simple makeup, a nude smokey eye with eyeliner.

Your eyes started to tear up. “Guys...you look absolutely stunning.” Emi walked over to you and embraced you in a hug. “We look really fudhing good but you’re gonna look even better. Now hop hop get undressed we have to lace up the dress.”

While your friends were working on lacing your dress up, you wondered out loud. “How much do we wanna bet that Owen lost the rings?” You chuckled and then yelled, “That's way too tight!”

“Oh Owen is so gonna lose the rings but we'll be fine. You’re gonna have rings or I'll run and get you some new ones.” Tris reassured you with a smile.

“Can I finally look at myself? I want to see if I look like a bride.” Emi and Tris shared a quick look before agreeing. Emi ripped the cloth away from the closest mirror. An audible gasp was all that was heard, everybody fixated on your reaction to yourself.

“I look like a real ass bride. I- oh my god… I look so good.” You coaxed out, trying not to cry, this got all a bit real too fast.

And you really did look amazing. Your open hair fell over your shoulders and ended right underneath your boob. It had a lot of volume and little glitter braids in it and Melissa had curled them to perfection so they framed your face perfectly. Your makeup was stunning as well, the reddish-brown and glittery smokey eye complementing your skin tone and eye colour. Carlos finished the look with a pinkish nude lipstick. You were glowing.

The cream coloured dress sat perfectly on your figure, the A-line cut highlighting your waist, the flowery lace flowing from the corset top down to your feet. The dress was poofy but not too much. You looked more like Sofie from Mamma Mia and less like Cinderella. You adjusted the straps and smiled at yourself.

“And I’m telling you, Charlie will bawl his eyes out when he sees you.” Emi patted your back and finished lacing up your dress. Tris couldn't contain herself anymore and let out a little sob “I’m sorry. You just look so gorgeous. I can’t believe you're getting married.” You pulled her into a hug.

“We don't have that much time anymore. the photographer should be here in five minutes to take your bridal pictures and pictures with the bridesmaids.”

The photo session went by quickly and you could tell that they turned out amazingly, by the way, Paul, the photographer, smiled at his screen. Megan, Charlie's sister and your other Bridesmaid came in at the last minute, due to the fact that she just flew in in the morning.

Then it was time for the first look. At first, you weren't sure if you should do this or if it would be better if the first look would be at the ceremony itself. You thought it would be funny to send Tris to the first look instead of you. So you, Megan and Emi sat in the hotel room waiting patiently.

The door opened “You two are really made for each other.” Tris came back in with a huge smile on her face. “Why? What happened?” You asked, the nervousness in your voice was evident. “Was he mad?”. She started to laugh “No absolutely not because he had the same idea as you and sent Owen.”

The room erupted in laughter “Oh no he didn't!” “Of course he did”

The next couple of hours flew by so quickly. You got to the venue. Your parents came by to say hello to you and to shed some tears. They also told you that most of the guests have arrived and everybody is waiting excitedly.

Finally, it was time. You nervously cracked your fingers, as you waited for all the guests to take a seat, the closed door in front of you the only thing shielding you from your fiance, your dad standing beside you in a suit.

“Nervous?” he asked you with a slight smile, you could tell that he was trying hard not to cry.

“Very. But I’m telling you if he doesn't cry I'll turn around and we gotta try again.” you joked.

“Oh my dear...he will.” he quickly took a look at his watch and then linked his arm with yours.

“Ready?” you shot him a smile and nodded “As ready as I'll ever be.”

The outside speakers started to play the instrumental version of Cherry Wine by Hozier and the doors opened.

It was mid-May and you and Charlie decided on an Outside wedding. After searching for a great venue you finally found one. It was an old brick house with a small colonnade of bushes in the garden. It was absolutely perfect but you didn't even look at the decorations because as soon as your eyes met his, the world stood still.

He stood at the front of the colonnade where some candles burned beside him. He wore a forest green tuxedo and that dashing smile of his. The closer you got, the more you saw how much he was crying and all you wanted to do is hug him and wipe the tears away. Your cheeks hurt from all the smiling but you couldn't stop, some tears of your own spilling out of the corners of your eyes.

You kissed your dad on the cheek and let him sit down in the front row, your eyes only momentarily leaving Charlies. “Hi, handsome.” You smiled up at him and instinctively used your thumb to wipe away some tears. “Did you cut your hair?” you asked, nodding to his now chin-length hair (think October Charlie) He grabbed your hands in his and kissed your knuckles while slightly nodding his head “You look...just wow,” he whispered so that only you could hear. You just wanted to give him a compliment when the officiant interrupted you.

“Now it's getting serious.” you said while he said “No backing out.” with a wink.

“The couple standing in front of me met at the young age of 18 in the middle of the street. Y/N bumped into Charlie here and practically fell for him right there and then. She shot him a quick sorry and went her way but the universe knew that these two needed to be together so the next day he bumped into her, totally accidental of course.” the crowd laughed and you and Charlie beamed at each other. “Sadly for Y/N that day she carried an expensive Cake that flew to the other side of the pavement. Charlie felt so bad that he promptly invited her to the next bakery where they got a cup of coffee and a new cake. Today we’re gathered here today to celebrate that love.”

“I believe that the two of you wrote your own vows? Y/N would you like to start?” You nodded and turned around to take a piece of paper from Emi who stood behind you, already missing the warmth of his hands in yours.

“Charlie, you know I’m not very good with words so I really struggled to write this, but here we are standing in front of your family and friends to share our love. I knew I loved you…” your voice wavered and you let out a sob “sorry...I knew I loved you in the first week that we’ve met. We sat on a bench in the little park right around the corner from where we met. You were late and totally out of breath when you arrived. You apologized like crazy but I didn't care, you don't know this but I had a really shitty day that day and just seeing you made it all worth it. That smile of yours knocked me off my feet completely.

From that day on I only loved you more and more. I love the way you try to wake up every day with a smile. The way you always seem to have so much energy and that you try to share that energy and love with the whole world. I love waking up in your arms because they feel like home and I miss you like crazy when I don't see you for a day.

I never really believed in love at first sight before I met you and I’m so glad that you ruined my cake. I promise to try and make you smile at least twice a day, to listen and care for you, to dance with you in the kitchen while our pizza is in the oven. I also promise to try your questionable food combinations at least once every time.

I can’t promise you that we won't fight or that we won't have our ups and downs but I will promise that we’ll work it out, that we’re not going to bed with grudges, to talk about our problems and thoughts and to always make up. I promise to be your partner in crime and to take all the blame if we ever get caught and lastly, and most importantly...

I promise to love you more and more until my heart stops beating, even when the day comes that we're old and grey, I promise to always see you with the same eyes and the same heart that I see you with at this exact moment.” You took a deep breath to try and stop your sobbing. Now it was Charlie's turn to wipe away some tears.

“Baby, don’t cry your makeup will get ruined.” he joked and you let out a small laugh. “Charlie, I believe now it's your turn to speak your vow.”

He took a shaky breath in before taking a folded piece of paper from the inside of his tuxedo pocket. “I want to start off with a simple I love you. I love the way you still give me butterflies every time I see you. I love the way you care not only for me but for everyone around you. I love the way you're patient with me. I love how much you're willing to try new things with me to make me happy because you really didn't like swimming with sharks. I admire how hard you work to help others and above all, I love how you love me.

It's in the way you look at me with such patience and compassion, the way you listen to me even if I'm rambling on, the way you push me to try harder even when I feel like I've done enough. You love me without judgment and chose to see the beauty in my flaws. Today, I want to make promises to you that I will always keep. I promise to love you back forever and harder each day. I promise never to get angry at you for making honest mistakes, even if I asked you to turn the lights off every night for the past week...

I promise to never stop holding your hand or give you a goodbye kiss. I promise to walk through life, as your biggest fan, your shoulder to lean on, and your best friend and I vow to stay silly, to never take ourselves too seriously, and stay just immature enough for cake and breakfast for dinner.

You're my soldier, my lover and above all, my best friend and I'm so excited to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Both of you were grinning and crying like idiots. “Now can we have the rings please?” the officiant asked the crowd and a teary-eyed Owen stepped forward the rings clutched in his hands.

“Thank you.” the officiant gave each of you a ring. “Do you Y/N Y/L/ want to take this man as your husband in sickness and in health?”

“I do.” You smiled up at Charlie and slid the ring on his left ring finger. “Oh good it fits,” you murmured and made him chuckle.

“And do you Charlie Gillespie want to take this woman as your wife in sickness and in health?”

“I do.” He grinned widely and also slid the ring on your left hand.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Charlie, you may kiss the bride.” Your lips locked with his and you couldn't be happier. Your hands found their way into his hair while his hands gripped your waist. His lips were soft and warm and you missed them dearly in the night the two of you were apart. The crowd cheered when he dipped you.

“I present to you for the first time Mr and Mrs Gillespie!”

[fantasia-monogram]

Seven to twelve

♥️ Inseong x female reader (female anatomy); mentions of other SF9 members.

♥️  This is set in the As the clock strikes midnight universe, right after the epilogue! Read it before this one to get the context.

♥️ Smut (2.7k words); y/n is a professional Domme. Inseong is a bisexual sub. Mommy kink, degradation, spanking. Mentions of other BDSM practices.

♥️ Quality Department leader Kim Inseong has two secrets: first is his love for kink, second is a massive crush on a hot guy from HR department. Every Thursday, a trusted Domme helps him deal with frustration keeping those secrets causes.

♥️ Disclaimer: this is just for fun! I’m not claiming that’s how they are in real life, it’s just my imagination doing whatever it wants. Read at your own discretion.

As you stepped back into the dungeon, you admired the transformation the room had undergone while you were taking a shower. Your previous customer made a huge mess (still, not even comparable to the mess you've made of him). You weren't the best at cleaning - you've had other talents that got you through life, after all - so you couldn't help but be amazed at the work the cleaning staff did in such a short time. 

Gone were the wet stains on the floor, and a soiled rug had been replaced for a fresh, fluffy one. All the scary torture equipment was hidden behind partition that would automatically slide out of the nearest wall by a press of a button. Antique leather chair was switched to a cozy looking armchair with blankets laid out on the floor next to it. The mood of the otherwise pretty sterile space was warmed up thanks to pink tinted lighting. 

All of those were a tell-tale sign who your next customer would be. 

You opened the wardrobe and took a black satin-and-lace bodysuit out of it. Your usual tight corset and leather boots wouldn't be needed this time. After you put the garment on, you opted for classic shiny stilettos, and topped the outfit with a short flowy dressing gown.

Just to be sure everything was in place, you checked yourself out in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door: the look was a blend of a retro housewife and a pin-up girl, complete with vintage style lingerie, aggressive eyeliner and red lipstick. Just as he liked it. 

There were only minutes left to the appointment, so you stroke a couple more poses to see the outfit in different angles. Perfect. You crossed the floor in a few elegant strides, to finally take a seat on the armchair in the middle of the spacious room. 

You had a pretty chill end of the workday ahead of you. 

A soft, somewhat cautious knock on the door broke the silence. 

"Come in." 

There he was, entering hesitantly, and closing the door behind him in an awkward manner. Inseong - you had no interest in your customers' last names, it was something only the administration ladies kept for business purposes - was a tall, very tall man with broad shoulders, lanky limbs and a bit of a tummy; his face, though, was that of a teenage boy, with barely any wrinkles and nervous expression. From what he told you, he was some kind of a supervisor or a boss or something in the field of corporate banking. At that moment, however, with his black bangs covering his forehead, he was stripped out of all titles he might have held as a higher up.

Honestly, he looked pretty cute in a set of pink fleece pajamas with a print consisting of little yellow chicks. 

He stood there, big eyes looking at you anxiously. You knew he was waiting for your sign - his wish was to experience your different moods, so you always kept him uncertain for a bit. It was more fun this way. 

That night you decided to play nice, at least for a while. You put on your warmest smile, spreading your arms. 

"Come on, baby, come to Mommy!" 

Inseong didn't need to be told twice. He rushed from his place. In seconds, he sank onto his knees inbetween your spread legs. You sneaked your arms around his neck and harshly pulled him forward, only to let him plant his face right into your breasts. 

Right, he had a thing for boobs. And muscular body types. That's why he chose to pay for your services in the first place.

He stayed like this for a good minute or two, occasionally rubbing his face against your soft flesh. You kept gently patting his head this entire time, until you decided that was enough and yanked him away by a handful of hair. 

"Why don't you tell Mommy about your day, baby?" You cooed, still gripping his hair tightly. His eyes, looking even bigger, were all fired up already.

He was so easy to figure out. 

"Y-yes… Yes, Mommy, I will," he stuttered. You let go of him, so he could sink back to the floor and lie his head on your lap. 

You got back to combing your fingers through his black strands, just to keep the variety.

"There is this guy in the company…" Inseong started, his voice a bit hushed. "In another department. He's dreamy. But I don't think he's interested in me. I don't think he's interested in guys at all. Or at least in pathetic guys like me." 

You uttered a soft mhmm to encourage him. Oh, so he came in to release the frustration. You already had a plan on how to help him with that, but that required waiting for a good moment to start the actual scene. 

"I can't believe anybody would be able to resist my pretty baby," you sighed, staying in character. 

"Thank you, Mommy…" Inseong replied shyly; he knew how to behave, or rather, how to reply to your compliments. "Actually, he spends so much time with that… I can never remember her name… She's a monster. Five and barely a half feet of a goddamn monster. I've heard they want to promote her to a leadership position soon. And she's so old! I can't believe Jaeyoonie is into older women."

Your eyes went wide at the name. No way. Glad Inseong couldn't see your face right now, you quickly calmed yourself down.

"Some guys are into milfs, you know that, right, baby?" You snorted. The things you had to do just to pace the appointment right… 

"She's not a milf! She's only a year or two older than me," Inseong explained. 

Come to think of it, you had no idea how old he was, and it was hard to tell by his looks only. 

"Anyway, I'm sure he's fucking her. Or that awkward skinny boy always hanging out with them." Inseong started to sound pissed off at this point. "Now that I think of it, he could easily take them both! And that would mean he's into older women and younger guys. I don't fit into any of those demographics. What a nightmare."

"You never know," you concluded, although internally you were getting more and more suspicious of Jaeyoonie's identity. 

"But there's more…" Inseong's voice broke at the last word. "There was a company party earlier that week… I drank too much and he saw me throwing up in the bathroom… I can't believe I embarrassed myself like that…" 

That was the moment you were waiting for. You stopped your caresses immediately. 

"Wait a minute. When was that party, exactly?" 

You could feel Inseong tense up under your hand. 

"Wednesday night…" He mumbled. 

"Is that why you rescheduled from Thursday to Friday?" 

You gripped his shirt at the back of his neck. 

"Yes, Mommy… I was so hungover… I wouldn't be able to play with you…" Inseong started stumbling over his words. You slid your hand up, grasped a fistful of hair and pulled it back so he could face you in a very uncomfortable position. 

The panic that flashed through Inseong's eyes gave you a solid rush of adrenaline.

"Good boys don't drink more than they could handle," you stated in a dead serious tone. 

"B-but…" Inseong stuttered, "I have low tolerance. And everyone else was drinking…" 

You tightened the grip on his hair, eliciting a strangled whine out of him. 

"Then you shouldn't have drunk at all, you silly baby." You slowly stood up from your seat, dragging Inseong up on his knees, followed by a litany of pained whimpers. "You made Mommy sad. I've been waiting for you the entire day."

"Oh, no… I'm so sorry, Mommy…" Inseong babbled, on the verge of crying. 

Not wanting to overdo it with his emotions just yet, you let go of his hair. He barely managed to feel relief, when you forcibly grabbed his chin.

"You're Mommy's favorite boy, but you need to learn your lesson" you concluded, staring straight into his panicked eyes. "What should I do with you now?" 

Inseong went silent, nothing but anticipation pictured on his face.

"Oh, you look way too eager," you said, loosening the grip on Inseong's chin, "Go to the corner, hands on the wall." 

"No, please!" Inseong cried out, although you knew very well he was just playing along. "Not the corner!" 

"Should I make you go there on your fours?" 

The guy mumbled a barely audible I'm sorry and obediently walked to the nearest wall. He took the usual position: propped on his hands, head hanging low, his broad back facing you - obviously, with the round butt presented to you in a shameful way. 

To keep him waiting, you first took in the sight, unable to hold back a smirk. You knew soon he would be absolutely wrecked, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment and shining with tears.

Saying you loved your job would be an understatement. 

Satisfied, you approached him, clicking of your heels the only sound in the room.

"I guess I have to spank you." 

Inseong's head jerked up a little. 

"I'm going to do this through your pants, though, and I'm going to use my bare hand only."

Inseong whined, head leaning down to previous position. 

"One more complaint and I'm going to shove a plug into your hole and make you stand here for the rest of the night." 

"I'm sorry!" He apologized frantically.

It's not like you haven't done that punishment before - you smiled at the memory of him coming untouched - but he really seemed desperate for some action this time. 

You came closer and hovered your hand over the perfect curve of Inseong's butt. He trembled under your touch. So, so desperate. 

"It's gonna be thirty, because that's how many hours I had to wait between the time you rescheduled to this meeting," you announced, causing Inseong to whimper quietly.

"Can I count?" He asked shyly. 

"You're dumb enough to not know your limits, I think counting to thirty would be too much to ask." 

With that, you landed the first slap. 

You observed Inseong for a couple seconds before continuing. He didn't make a sound, but his arms shook, long fingers folding into fists against the wall. You wondered if he would even last the whole session.

Your predictions would soon turn out to be true: he started whimpering after each hit as soon as you landed the third one. When you approached the tenth, the whimpers turned into screams. Once you passed the first half, all he could do was to moan uncontrollably, his legs shaking so much you were wondering how could he even stand up at that point. 

He didn't use the safe word, not even a single word of protest escaped his mouth either, so you knew it was fine to continue. He was so close to breaking. You absolutely adored the feeling of this moment approaching.

Finally, as you were raising your hand to slap Inseong's ass for the twenty seventh time, his knees gave up. The guy sunk down to the floor, still leaning against the wall. That turned out to be too much for him, though - ultimately, he slid his hands down, too.

You looked at him intently: Inseong, resting on all fours, kept trembling, his breathing so loud you could hear it from above. What an absolute mess. You were so amused you decided to end the session on a sweet note; however, your understanding of sweet was very... specific. 

"What's that, baby? You can't take it anymore?" You cooed, approaching closer. Your shin brushed against his buttcheek.

"Mommy… I…" Inseong panted, visibly struggling to form a complete sentence. "Can I touch myself? I can't take it anymore…" 

You almost laughed at how pained his tone was. Led by curiosity, you kneeled right behind him and leaned to take a close look: indeed, he was tenting in his cute pajama pants. Pathetic.

"Mmm, I'm not sure," you mused. "I don't think you've earned the permission to touch yourself."

"Mommy, please, it hurts," Inseong pleaded. He regained the ability to speak, but his voice started breaking. 

"I want you to come, but I also want you to embarrass yourself even more, since you couldn't take your spanking like a good boy," you wondered aloud in an amused tone, "What should I do?" 

You knew exactly, but hearing Inseong hold in his breath was worth every second of suspense. 

"Anything… I'll do anything…"

Hearing that, you came to conclusion you've had enough of toying with him. You reached to ruffle his hair. He leaned into your touch like a cat.

"Dumb kittens like you don't deserve to be touched directly." 

You lodged your thigh inbetween his legs, making him moan loudly at the sudden contact. He felt hard and heavy against your skin through the fabric separating you two. 

"Work for it, baby," you commanded. 

Inseong didn't need to be told twice. Disregarding all dignity, he started grinding against your thigh, his thrusts becoming more and more furious with time, until he couldn't hold back grunts escaping his mouth. You could feel his cock getting heavier; years of having to keep your urges to yourself during sessions gave you incredible self control, but Inseong's eagerness was turning you on so much you had to think of something quick. To ground yourself, you grabbed onto his hips, helping him grind even harder. 

He looked so broken, though - with his head low on the floor, resting on his arms, and his ass high up, relying on you completely in his need for pleasure. The sounds coming out of him weren't making it any easier for you either. 

It didn't take him long to finish at this pace. He stilled, arching his back, and came with a delicious, drawn-out moan. You quickly retracted your thigh, as you felt the wetness on his pants coming in contact with your skin. 

You let him come down from his high. Once he was fine enough to sit up, you pulled him into a back hug. He sighed happily, leaning against your cleavage. 

For good measure, you planted a couple kisses on his cheek and the side of his neck, leaving bright lipstick marks all over; he giggled uncontrollably at your affectionate gesture. 

"Thank you, Mommy," Inseong purred, a smile adorning his pretty lips, "My head is so clear now. I feel so much better." 

You wondered how he could sound so innocent with a huge wet spot in the front of his pants, not to mention he probably could barely sit with his butt burning from the spanking. 

"I hope my baby has a good weekend." You kissed his cheek once again, this time letting your lips linger on his skin for a little longer. 

Inseong's legs turned out to be still too wobbly to support him, so you helped him stand up and walked him to the door. 

"You're gonna be fine in the shower?" you asked, a bit worried considering his weak state. 

"I wish Mommy would join me, but I'm a big boy. I'll manage," he assured you. 

To be honest, you wished for the same thing, but business was business, and Inseong was just your customer - no matter how much fun you had ruining him each time.

"Thank you, really. I needed that so much," he said, dropping the character. "See you next week." 

You stared at the door for a while after he left, pretty sure there was something that slipped your mind during the meeting.

At last, it hit you: Jaeyoon, probably matching Inseong's ideal buff type, working a 9-to-5 job in some corporation. Could he be your old acquaintance from the BDSM community you met at a self defense course? You wondered for a while at the possibility.

Opening the wardrobe, you briefly rested your eyes on the clock. Seven to twelve. No time to muse over the past; you hoped those two would get together eventually, because if Inseong was the supervisor Jaeyoon couldn't shut up about all those years ago, then… well, they had some catching up to do. 

[urlocalbunny]

.lingerie - aaron.

if you came here thinking eloise was wearing the lingerie, you’re wrong.

rated m.

2,400 words. enjoy, babes!

"C'mon, it's this way!" Beliath ushered, eyes gleaming with pride and joy as Aaron followed, feeling out of place and cold. He was already bored, but the shopping was alluring. There were some shoes, nice pants, and even a dress he actually "bought" for Eloise (the clerk already seemed kinda dazed when he came around. They were even looking at his chest as if in a trance. Weirdo.)

Beliath pushed him into a door. In this store, there were some beauty products probably aimed at women, some shoes. But these weren't comfortable at all. They looked painful. A lot of them were shiny and pointy like a sword. Beliath made a sound somewhere else. Aaron followed, with Eloise's baby pink bag and his new plushie of a cat with a cape he found randomly, to remember Ivan. His name was Navi.

If Navi could talk, he would probably curse. Beliath was standing in front of a mannequin wearing a black stripe mess.

"These would look incredible on me, don't you agree?" Aaron quirked a brow and put Navi on the bag. He didn't know what the hell that was, but it was horny and lewd like Beliath himself.

"Fuck is this?" He deadpanned, puzzled.

"... A lingerie set?" Beliath seemed to think he'd understand. He looked at the small stripes again. They were black and quite shiny, the lower piece was supposed to hold the junk in, but it was a small, flimsy-looking triangle held by exactly three black stripes. The top one was a bra without the bust. Therefore, there were two holes in it. He even poked it to see if it wasn't just transparent, but his finger met the cold and gray plastic.

"Make two holes on Eloise's old stuff she threw away. It's for free."

"But it is for free for all of us."

"This is a bunch of stripes. You can make one of these with straws and a blow-dryer." Beliath cackled, rolling his eyes affectionately.

"I think you should try to give Eloise a little show." He teased, making Aaron blush.

"I don't-!"

"You seriously don't understand the lingerie concept? Because-"

"-I do understand, but it's been a long time since I saw any, and they usually dressed people properly." Beliath gaped.

"What do you mean? Eloise never wore any for you? You bang like bunnies!"

"I told her she doesn't need to..."

"You turned Eloise down?!"

Beliath pulled him through aisles without another word on the Eloise subject, asking him what he liked and what he would wear.

"Why did you have to have a girlfriend right when I found that killer one?" He whined.

"You sound like Leandra."

"Ew. Forget that, you're disgusting." Aaron snickered.

"Oh!" His gasp made Beliath look at where he was looking. Then he gasped himself.

A cold, dark green delicate set was there in front of him. A lace thong with green tulle hanging on the sides matched a garter belt and transparent tulle thigh highs, with a delicate corset. It didn't seem as sturdy as the ones supposed to be useful. It was more for the visuals. It had some golden embroidered flowers and leaves, a very subtle and delicate shimmer adorning the threads, and it was smaller to fit between the bra and the belt. There was a bra, but this time covered with a transparent and shiny green tulle similar to the rest, golden bondage straps around the chest area. He didn't even see how he bought it.

Beliath was giddy when they came back, but Aaron could only think about showing it to Eloise and recommending the store so they could take a look. He took a nice bubble bath and put on a robe after getting everything right in place and giving himself a once over. His cheeks were tingling with embarrassment, but he knew Eloise would probably think it was pretty. His eyes wandered to his thighs covered by the socks. The doorknob turning made him squeal.

"Aaron? Are you in there?"

"Hi, Raph. Are you um- okay?"

"I should be asking you the same thing. Are you in need of help?"

"H-help? W-why?" He creaked the door open, clutching his robe into himself and walking backward as his friend tilted his head towards his general direction.

"Well, you are panting, and I heard you cursing under your breath..."

"Oh. I'm fine. Thanks, pal."

"You're welcome. And Aaron?" He stopped by the end of the hall.

"Yes?"

"I'm sure your lingerie looks amazing. Eloise is going to enjoy it. If she doesn't, well. There's always someone else. The embroidery must feel nice to the touch."

Aaron walked away too fast to hear Raphael giggling. When he arrived, Eloise was sitting down on his bed, Navi in her arms. She took a liking to him.

"Um... I have something to show you. Promise you won't laugh."

"I won't unless you bought a rubber chicken."

"No, it was something different." She gave him her attention, motioning for him to continue. He untied the knot on the robe, letting it slide off his shoulders as he turned his front to her. Her eyes widened, and she put a hand in front of her mouth. He was going to cover himself up, but Eloise held the robe and placed it on the bed without realizing he was going to grab it, eyes never leaving his form. She stood closer.

"Look, I think I should-"

"-You look so beautiful."

"... What?"

"God, this green and gold combo compliments your eyes so much. And this corset is so pretty..." Her hand ran along his waist, squeezing in the dip and caressing the curve when she examined the embroidery. Her digits traveled alongside the expanse of his back, sighing when she found the arch, and then she locked her eyes on his chest.

"Eloise? What are you doing?"

"You're a nasty little puppy, aren't you?" He whined, a huff of minty air coming out of his mouth. "Did you let Beliath help you with this?"

"N-no! I- I wanted to save it for you." His puppy eyes made her coo and kiss on his nose, giving an Eskimo kiss afterward and feeling her heart beat fast because of how much he seemed to enjoy such tender touches.

"I'm playing with you, you know. I'm not going to be jealous of our friend." She chuckled, popping one of the clips on the belt open. "You're getting harder and harder, aren't you, puppy?" He sighed, nodding his head.

"I'm going to reward you for this. Let's see if I don't have to use the whip on you for punishments today, huh?" He nodded again.

"Yes, Elo." She rubbed his head, unclasping the belt from the socks to get rid of his thong. After that, she clasped it again, paying no attention to Aaron's raging boner. "Please... I want you to look."

Her eyes locked into his, and he shut his mouth before a whine left his throat. She smiled, sitting on top of him and stuffing his thong on his mouth.

"You've been good the last time I dommed, so I'll give you a choice. How do you want this to go, puppy? Want me to suck you off?" He shook his head no violently. "How about I play with your tight little hole?" He groaned, sighing when she pulled the thong off his mouth and leaned down, kissing his forehead, then his nose. She stood up, rummaging through a drawer and pulling out the strap and the lube. He closed his eyes to relax, but then the rustling the fabric created made him pop them open to watch her strip until only her panties remained. Her boobs bounced off the dress lightly, making his mouth run dry. There were a few bite marks and red marks from the last time, which he appreciated.

She threw the items on the bed, crawling on top of him and bringing his hand to her right boob. Aaron immediately squeezed it, making her arch her back lightly. Her hips moved slowly but surely while she leaned down, unclasping his bra and throwing it aside, leaning down to bite his brown bud. He sucked in a breath and mewled at the slight, pleasurable pain.

Eloise's panties were wet, and the roughness of the fabric against his tip felt delicious, but he needed more, anything more. He pulled her arm down, meeting her lips and whining into the kiss, grabbing her ass and squeezing it. He relished on the moans she let out. His finger trailed, eyes asking for her permission. Eloise slid her panties off, barely registering before he pounced on her, throwing her on the bed and placing himself between her legs, making sure his ass was in the air, his back arched nicely for her.

He kissed her thighs lovingly, feeling her skin and the sweet perfume. His eyes locked into hers as he darted his tongue out, circling her clit slowly. She sighed in contempt, running a hand through his hair in approval. He was itching to taste her, but he knew how she reacted when he changed the pace she set, and this time, she wanted to take it slow.

Her mind was foggy, and pants left her parted lips as he circled his tongue, the wet heat spreading through her abdomen and creating pressure. His lips closed around her bud, sucking it in and letting it out with a pop. His hand trailed that path to her inner thighs slowly, and Eloise enjoyed the view. His nose bumped against her, making her body jolt while he kept her close with one strong arm. The fact that she could snap her fingers and such a big, strong man would bend over for her was more than arousing, but the prospect of how he'd get back at her for taking so long was equally sweet.

Aaron lapped up for a while, circling his tongue and curling his fingers inside her just the right way. Eloise sucked in a breath and curled her toes. The familiar shudder rose from her feet to her upper body. He smiled against her, eyes shining with mischief. Her hand pushed him away, seeing herself on his face and smiling. He'd earned his reward.

"How do you want me to fuck you, puppy?" He eagerly put himself in all fours, giggling at himself when the bed bounced. Eloise gave him vivid laughter, making him smile fondly even when her eyes couldn't see. The bed dipped behind him, and a cold hand came to caress his rear, squeezing and teasing. He moved his hips, coaxing her into giving in slowly, his hair falling to the side and showing his neck that she so eagerly leaned in to kiss.

Her hand slid up and pinched one of his nipples, making him moan lowly and push his hips back. Leaning against him, Eloise wrapped a hand around his shaft, pumping slowly and expertly. His hips wiggled, soft moans left his throat as he rocked like an obedient pet, sighing and squeezing the sheets when she picked up or slowed down. Soon, he felt the shiver that came with the warm lube coating his hole. She stopped jerking him. Her finger prodded, complimenting how pretty he looked over the wet sounds and small gasps.

"Eloise, f-fuck."

"Shhhh, baby. Patience." He whined in frustration, which made her chuckle and grant him her whole finger, making him sigh in relief. He rocked his hips on the pace she set, a pretty arch on his back. Eloise judged it was time to add another finger, so she did it slowly, lubing him to her liking and checking on him. Aaron was a mess. His dick was leaking on the sheets, now abandoned by her. He wanted her to jerk him off already, but he knew she was going to drag this out until he could finally fuck her.

The strap's tip was warm. Aaron's eyes fluttered shut, finally feeling the stretch.

"You're so relaxed, puppy. That's it." He moaned, hips jerking while she cooed at him.

From there on, the only sounds he could focus on were the ones she produced. Her labored breathing from the recent orgasm, her hands sliding against him, her praise, and the light slapping sounds that started to submerge on his mind.

"Anh- fuck! Yes, yes!" He keened, but the pillows muffled the sound, making Eloise pull his hair roughly upwards. He hissed, feeling his dick jump violently.

"Let people hear how good you feel, puppy. Who's making you feel so nice, huh?"

"You, you Eloise, please don't stop, nhg-"

Her hand slapped his ass hard, hips hitting just the right spot.

"Look at you. You're enjoying my dick this much?" He nodded fervently, making her chuckle and soothe the sting on his rear. She let his head go, and he put it to the side as not to muffle more sounds, or else she was going to punish him. The bed hit the wall repeatedly, making him rock back into the dildo. That was heaven to him, being with her like this, skin to skin and feeling so, so good.

His moans got ragged and urgent all of a sudden, making Eloise slow down for a while, then grab his dick and pump it. He punched the wall, making her chuckle.

"Are you ready, puppy? You've been such a good pet." He nodded, barely being able to form any words at all. She moved her hips quickly, pumping him until the knot on his stomach snapped. White-hot pleasure flashed through him as she let go as soon as he came, letting him spurt the load on his own while she focused on fucking into him.

After a while, he pulled away, whimpering. Eloise pulled out, laughing at his disheveled state and pushing him to the side, where he fell like a doll, eyes already heavy. Eloise forgot about herself and dressed one of Aaron's shirts, picking the sheets up and throwing the dildo in the bathroom sink, washing it, and putting it back in place. As soon as she came back, however, there was no sign of Aaron in the bed.

"Aaron? Uh- weird, where is- ah!"

He clasped a hand in her mouth. The growling sound she heard was a clear answer.

"About time you came back..."

[la-luna-es-hermosa]

Squirt (Kai x Reader)

※ Title: Squirt

※ Businessman!AU || Businessman!Jongin || Rich people AU!

※ One-shot || Genre: Smut || Just plain smut || Squirting

※ Paring: Kai x Reader

※ Summary: When (Y/N) turned 21, Jongin, her boyfriend wanted to explore deeper into their relationship.

※ Warning(s): Age Gap

※ Word Count: 2,278

※ Note: I’m sorry I wasn’t able to keep my promise. I just didn’t have any motivation on what to write since I am also arranging my writing commissions, I hope you can check it out! I’m just gathering interest as of right now since I have not arranged my PayPal yet (probably it will be open as soon as next year starts)

※ Main Masterlist || Commissions 

Just right after her 21st birthday, (Y/N) and Jongin went on a hotel suite. Being her long time lover. Their relationship is quite secretive. Of course, Jongin has a name to maintain, as a CEO of a real estate company, he would never let anyone know their relationship and ruin his reputation. Their age gap alone is problematic, what more if they know Jongin’s into BDSM? They’ve been having connections since she was 18. (Y/N) being the daughter of one of his business partners, his main contractor, Robert.

Laying on her eyes was something Jongin never thought. When he saw the girl with Robert. Coming from school and sitting in the field office working hard on her school works, he immediately fell hard on her. He even frequented her country, (Country) to just see her. He fell madly in love with her. But, just like him, she fell hard on him too. But she stops herself. Seeing him remove his safety hat, his forehead was dripping with sweat, damn! That is where she fell really hard for him.

But as a CEO, Jongin was pressured by his parents to get married. 

“Jongin, baby, please get married already. Your father did not die and give this company to you if you’re just going to make it your life.” His mom said in dismay.

“But who am I going to marry?” Jongin asked. He already has someone in mind, but he doesn’t want to get married to (Y/N), yet, we mean, he can’t.

“The daughters of our business partners. There are a lot of them. Jennie and Seungyeon are really pretty.” His mother responded to him. Both women are his type, but it ain’t it.

“No. If I’m going to marry someone, I’d like that someone to be someone I want to be with forever. I want (Y/N).” When those words came out of Jongin’s mouth, his mother was shocked.

“Sweetie, no. (Y/N), she’s too young for you. Please understand that.” His mom thought of a reply. He can’t marry (Y/N) that is what his mom knows for sure.

Agreeing on a daddy-babygirl kind of relationship is intense in itself, but they never did the deed. Jongin felt bad about fucking her. - Right timing. Right after they arrive on the beautiful island of Amanpulo, Jongin will execute his other intentions. It was a night beautifully planned. Jongin has been waiting four goddamn years to execute all of this. He will surely devour the woman in front of him.

While Jongin was carrying her, - bridal style, of course, she knows it already. She knows what will happen. Jongin finally arrived at the suite’s huge bedroom, he just kicked the door open. He dropped her in the Narra wood desk. Her hands are holding on the table, scared of what is happening next. The impatient man started undoing the lace that tied the beautiful long gown together. The dress was insanely beautiful. - it was in a lavender purple, with white pearls decorated around the long beautiful train. Though admiring the beauty of the dress, Jongin wants her out of that dress. - instantly.

When the lace was done being undone, the dress instantly fell on the brown carpeted floor. But Jongin was in for a treat. The beautiful dress soon revealed the lingerie. - The oh-so cliche lingerie girls wear on the night of their lives, she was extremely waiting for it. (Y/N), herself was skeptical about wearing it. Thinking it was too risky, it was her friend Rose who suggested she wear the lingerie. 

After seeing the beautiful black lace corset, hugging her curves just right, paired with matching black lace thongs and black lace stockings, Jongin’s eyes and erection were in for a treat tonight. His ever-growing member stood still, having the tight feeling in his black pants. He can’t stand it. He’s so impatient… he wants to ram his not-so-little Jongin on her little pussy.

He unbuckled his black belt immediately. Then he unzipped his pants. - Barely removing it. His hard member immediately stood up. The man didn’t wear underwear, a stupid decision on his part. His member was around 8 inches long, fat and veiny, dripping with precum. Then, he grabbed something from his pocket. - A small tube of lube. “Daddy’s gotta lube up or else I can't fit it.” He had a bigger smirk in him as he started putting lube on his hard cock.

“Why can’t you have sex with me without lube? I’m wet enough daddy, am I? I want it inside of me too, not just you.” The debutant asked him. In a very seducing voice. Where did she fucking learn that from? He asked himself. Maybe from watching porn? He continued his doubts. But hot damn! She really wants him just as much as he wanted him. From the beginning, Jongin knew she’s only stopping herself from doing that.

“Sorry baby girl, but daddy’s impatient.” Before the girl could even tell him she’s a virgin, Jongin set aside her panties. He did not even have the patience to remove it. He needs a quick release. - right here, right now. It earned a high pitched moan. He flipped her over, seeing his beautiful girl. He finally inserted his very hard cock on her wet pink folds. (Y/N) is excited and scared at the same time.

(Y/N) was quick to expect pain from Jongin. Looking that he’s already so horny and his eyes are filled with lust, she closed her eyes quickly. He saw what she was doing. So he decided to carefully insert the huge cock in her. Inch by inch. He did put the lube, just for some lubrication, though she’s really wet already. “Baby girl, please don’t worry, I won’t hurt you… and damn you’re right…” Jongin affectionately said. 

Kissing her pinkish lips. It was a soft kiss, as soft as cotton candy, but the kiss was mostly tongue, she can taste the Lechon and Lechon sauce from Jongin’s mouth. He was finished drilling his cock on her tight little pussy, earning a moan from the younger woman. He started it at a devilishly slow pace. “Daddy please faster! Let’s move to the bed…” She grabbed his back that was still heavily clothed. Unlike before she doesn’t feel the sharp pain anymore.

Jongin was quick to follow, cause he’s so fucking horny, also it turns him on when she begs on him. The guy carried the woman again but to the bed this time. Her legs spread wide. Then, thrusting, he went from 1 to 100, devilishly slow to devilishly fast. She was panting from the pleasure she’s receiving. She arched her back, ‘cause holy fuck if someone can give you as good of a sex Mr. Kim Jongin can, you will arch your back no matter what. “Fuck Jongin, fuck! Daddy oh my God!” She moaned loudly, then, she could feel a knot forming on her stomach. All from this intense pleasure of course.

Jongin did not hesitate to make her cum. The girl deserves it. Since this horny bastard is still not going to cum any minute now. Even when (Y/N), his little girl - correction his wife, already spat out her sticky come and is currently riding her orgasm, the horny fuck still fucks her real good. “Daddy, I'm too sensitive!” She moaned at him as she tried to remove his coat from him. 

While still roughly thrusting into her pussy, damn! This guy has God-level stamina, he proceeded to get his hands from her back and tear his own shirt. Out of more raging impatience, he tore her panties apart too. He kicked his own pants and now he is completely naked. He started thrusting harder than ever, earning a moan from (Y/N) who was writhing with sensitivity. “Daddy, ah! Fuck, please Jongin faster”

The young lady is about to release her own come as well. “Damn I waited so long to touch you… I’ve waited three damn years to touch you” The man exclaimed. He really waited that long to actually have sex with her. - He punishes her by butt spanking, but never sex. When he’s needy, he always asks her for oral sex. When she’s the one needy, he fingers her, but never inserts his gigantic length in her.

“Fuck! You felt so good, it was all worth it!” Jongin moaned louder as the young girl digs her sharp painted nails in his back, whimpering and silently moaning his name like a mantra. Encouraging Jongin to just slam his length on her a bit harder as his pace was getting quite slow.

His cock buried deep into her slit even more. But as much as the two don’t want the fun to stop, Jongin ends up cumming on her little pussy. It also timed in with the young woman’s release, coating his monster cock “Baby…” He hugged her tightly as he flipped their positions. (Y/N) is now on top of him, his back on the comfortable mattress. With his skillful hands, he started removing the corset from her body. Unhooking it one by one, earning a moan from the young one.

“Am I really too young for you?” She asked him. She was blushing way redder than any tomatoes. Of course, she would ask that, with their unbearable age gap of 10 years. He was distracted when he saw her small boobs pop from the restraints of the corset. It was small, yes, but Jongin likes it enough. As much as he likes sexy ladies, he does not really go for the tits. He’s an ass guy. Everyone knows that for sure.

“No… baby girl, you’re just right.” Jongin kissed her boobs and started sucking on them. Just like that, he can earn a moan from her. Everything he does turns this horny bitch on. Then, he drifted on her neck, sucking it in. Since her beautifully curled hair was getting out of the way, she grabs a conveniently placed black hair tie on the Narra wood nightstand.

When her hair was sloppily tied, Jongin began planting butterfly kisses on her collarbone. Earning a moan from the little girl. He found her sensitive spot and left a hickey on the area. “Round 2?” Jongin asked, smirking, he was turned on yet again when he saw his cum dripping all over her. It was dripping all over her little pussy, Jongin was fine with it, her pussy had sparse pubic hair over it, but nothing is different. - He saw her grow in every aspect.

“Oh my God, really…” She smirked at him as she got on the other side of the bed. She grabbed one of the white pillows, laying her head on it. Then, she lifted her ass up, laying her head on the pillow, looking into Jongin’s eyes. She wanted Jongin to fuck her doggy style this time.

Jongin was immediate to respond. He stood on his knees and got on her ass. “Baby girl, wanna film ya?” He asked her in a very seducing voice, slapping her. If (Y/N) can seduce, definitely Jongin sounds like he’s a sex God or something with his seducing abilities. He’s absolutely charming indeed. That is the reason why she fell in love with him.

She immediately responded to him, smirking, “Sure daddy”, Jongin immediately grabbed his phone from the nightstand and opened his camera app. His member was showing as well as (Y/N)’s ass, which he slapped. When the video started rolling, she was moaning loudly as he thrust his member yet again in her hole. He can never get enough of her. It gained, even more, moans from the young lady.

"Daddy… Please… I'm near." The young girl begged. He thrust harder as he started rubbing her clit with his calloused fingers. She started gripping onto the bedsheet as she arched her back. Jongin growled as he could feel her g-spot. He moved his phone on the nightstand, the camera still rolling in front of them.

Her velvety pink walls clenching at every thrust he makes. "(Y/N), you're so tight… please know that I love you!" He told her as he got his cock out of her tight hole and entered his three big fingers in her little hole. He went on her back, the said fingers snaked on her hole. He started roughly thrusting his fingers back and forth on her.

Legs spread as wide as ever, (Y/N) arched her back and gripped on the silky bedsheet. Arching her back so sexily in front of the beast that is devouring her. Her eyes rolled above with so much pleasure he is giving to her. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I think I am in heaven!" Her soft yet fragile voice said. His fingers had thrust enough and just as expected, watery substance started to leak out of her pussy. It was like an explosion."Fuck! You cum so well!" Jongin expressed.

Then, he moved out. He walked in front of her as his tongue went on her pussy to leak her cum clean. "Daddy is so good with his tongue, isn't he? Ah..." (Y/N) teasingly said with a moan as her fingers ran through his silky black hair. His hands opening her legs wide. - Showing her milky thighs. When he finished licking all of her cum clean, "You're so delicious." Jongin said as he licked his fingers in front of her.

Right after he cleaned his fingers, "Are you ready?" He suddenly asked her. "Yes." She firmly answered, panting heavily on the bed. She can feel her body shaking with all the action they did.

"Let's continue, this time, privately," Jongin said with a smirk

[omnyamaflowerz]

For kinktober with brat tamer!Florian & costumes he’s got friends over but he didn’t give you enough attention all day. So you try on a bunch of really sexy costumes and show them off in front of his friends. He takes you to the bedroom and fucks your shit up and he wants you to be loud so all his friends know you’re his.

prompts for kinktober can be found here

You were excited to get home and try on a few new outfits for Florian. Most were lingerie pieces and one was a costume. The costume was a joke between you and him about you being either a playboy bunny or a slutty waitress for Halloween. Of course, you never passed up on the opportunity to dress up from Florian. Besides, it was Halloween. Why not be even more slutty than you already were.

You got home, excited. Plus, you hadn’t been able to get some alone time with him between you traveling and Florian working. You had a few pieces that you knew Florian would love and your custom costume that he would absolutely lose his mind over. Florian wasn’t quite home yet so why not have a new piece on for when he came home. He might jump your bones as soon as he got in the door, but you didn’t care. 

You put on a blue lace corset and panty set. You pinned your curls up first and put on your silk robe. You wanted to put together a whole presentation for your man. This was going to be great. Thinking about Florian’s dick down your throat built up anticipation and the puddle in your new cheeky. You sent Florian a text.

“How far are you from home?” you typed. “I have a surprise for you.”

You received no reply, but jumped when the security system beeped, notifying you that the door had opened. You did a once over in the mirror and pulled the top of your robe open a little to show just enough to pull Florian in.

You left the bedroom with a skip in your step. You traveled down the stairs, ready to be put against the wall and fucked into the next month. “Florian.” you called in a seductive tone.

You hit the last step and your heart jumped at the sight of Florian and his friends in the den, glaring at you. You clutched your robe, rewrapping yourself. “Hey!” you said, trying to hide the fact that you were clearly looking forward to something more intimate. 

“Hey, baby.” Florian said, trying to hide a laugh.

“I didn’t know you were bringing your friends over.” you said, waving at his brother who was coming from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I forgot. The soccer game is coming on and it’s my turn to host. I figured you wouldn’t mind.” Florian said, shrugging.

“Um, yeah. Can we talk upstairs really quick?” you said, pointing back up the stairs.

Florian nodded. He turned back to his friends, telling them in German to get started and the pizza was on it’s way. He followed you up the stairs and to the bedroom. You closed the door and turned to him in a bit of anger. “What the hell?” you said.

“I’m sorry. I had been busy. I forgot to tell you. That’s on me.” he said.

“I was hoping we could get some alone time tonight.” you said, releasing your robe a little. Florian’s eyes caught the cleavage and he let out a chuckle. 

“Let’s save it for later.” Florian said. 

“But, I had a surprise for you.” you whined.

“Y/N, please. I’m not for it tonight. I want to enjoy my friends and the game, eat pizza, smoke on the patio and just have a good time.” He said, growing agitated with you. “Put your brat away tonight and maybe I’ll indulge you. Don’t try anything.”

You cocked your head at him, shocked. “Are you joking?”

“No.” he said. “You’re more than welcome to change your clothes and come join us.”

Florian kissed your forehead and walked out of the room. You were left fuming. You sat on the bed, trying to cool down thinking you could just put on a t-shirt and leggings and go be a good girl or hole up in your office until Florian’s friends left which wouldn’t have been until 2 or 3 a.m. But, it was your third option that really sat with you.

Florian sat outside with Masias and Martin. They smoked on the patio with the outdoor theater playing the game. They laughed and enjoyed their food and drink. Florian didn’t look up when he heard the patio door slide. 

“Do you guys need anything?” he heard you say.

Tuncay looked up at you and began to turn red. “Um, just another beer.” he said. His other friends whispered around each other while they glared at Florian. He didn’t break from the large screen, dismissing their looks.

“Anyone else? More pizza?” you said, in an innocent.

“Sure, you could just bring the box.” Florian said, not looking back at you. His friends looked back at him, some faces of surprises, others with smirks.

Florian heard the click of your footsteps and the sliding door shut. His friends looked back at him, making him glare back at them. “What?” Florian said.

They didn’t answer and looked at each other. “You know, Y/N is a really...beautiful woman.” Tuncay said.

“Yeah. You did good with her.” Tuncay said, finishing his beer.

Martin started snickering. “Yeah, great girl.”

Florian furrowed his brows. He felt like his friends were being weird. He knew you were great and he didn’t know why his friends felt the need to tell him these things. He heard the door slide again and the click of heels. He looked away from the screen and watched you walk over to the Tuncay to deliver his beer and you held a box of pizza in your hand. 

You were sporting your Halloween costume. Your nude bodysuit hugged your body and pushed your boobs up. Your belt help highlight your figure and your stilettos gave you more height. Of course, your costume was complete with bunny ears. You bent over opening the box for Tuncay.

“Take a slice.” you said.

Florian glared at you and clenched his fists. He watched Tuncay take a slice while glaring at your cleavage. Your breasts were practically spilling out of your top. You turned and looked over your shoulder at the other men. “Anyone else want a slice?” you said, trying to seem as unbothered as possible. 

Florian didn’t know what pissed him off more. The fact that you had the nerve to come down in your outfit or that you were passing him up for other men. You had never done anything so disrespectful. This was an embarrassment on a whole another level. You were flaunting yourself and giving away pizza right in front of him. 

After you made your rounds with the box, you stopped in front of Florian. You glared at him with a mischievous smile on your face. “All of the pizza’s gone. I have to go get the other box.” you said.

You turned and strutted back into the house, a switch in your hips and your ass jiggling with each step. Florian was red in the face and jaw clenched. His friends took one look at him and turned back to the large screen. You came back out with the new pizza box and leaned in from of him. 

Florian couldn’t deny that you looked amazing. But his blood was still boiling. As he took a slice of pizza from the box in leaned in to whispered to you. “What the fuck are you doing?” he growled.

“Well, I thought what better way to preview my Halloween costume than to see what you and your friends think. And to combine it with the slutty waitress idea. Like it?” you whispered back.

“Get your ass inside and change.” he whispered.

“Why? You don’t like it? I know your friends do. Besides, I thought you would’ve liked me being your little bunny.” you teased. You walked back inside, putting the pizza box back on the counter. You celebrated your victory, taking a shot. 

You kept up your act until halftime. All the other men stayed outside, but Florian came stomping into the kitchen behind you. You turned to say something, but Florian rushed up to you and placed a hand on your throat. You gasped and clutched his wrist. “You want to test me?” he said. “You wanna play games when I asked you nicely to keep it together. You like fucking with Daddy, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry.” you said.

“Bullshit.” he said. Florian grabbed your arm and dragged you upstairs and into the bedroom. You were thrown on the bed with such a force that made you come out of your heels. You fell onto the mattress and turned back to look at Florian. “You want some alone time with me? You got it.”

You turned over as he stalked over to the bed. You were about to protest when he pinned you on the bed. “You have all the audacity to put on this outfit and walk around my friends like you’re a little whore that’s for everyone. You’ve forgotten who you belonged to.”

You gasped as the top of your bodysuit was ripped. Your breasts were free and exposed to the cold air. Florian pulled your bodysuit from you and tossed it back. You tried to cover yourself, but Florian grabbed your wrists. “Don’t act shy now.” 

Florian’s hands clasped your throat and played with her clit. She was already wet. “You’re a needy little bitch.”

“Fuck, Daddy.” You moaned. 

Florian slipped one finger inside you. You gasped and grabbed his wrist as his fingers worked you. The tip of his finger grazed your g-spot repeatedly making you yelp. You sucked your lips in and tried to muffle your cries.

“You don’t get to be quiet!” Florian yelled. He snatched his fingers from you and turned you on your stomach. His hand whipped across your ass. You screamed as you felt a sting on your ass. 

“Fuck! Uh, please.” You cried.

Florian’s hand gripped your entire head as he pressed you into the mattress. You heard the cling of his belt and the zipper of his pants. You moaned in anticipation. Florian held his member steady as he plunged inside of you. 

“Oh, fuck!” you screamed. “Fuck!” 

“Yeah, go ahead and let them hear. Let them hear how you are mine. Let them hear how Daddy disciplines his little bunny.” Florian said as he fucked you.

You moaned and cried through the dicking. Florian grabbed your hair and pulled you into an arch. You hissed at the pain, but you loved it regardless. At Florian’s request, you didn’t hold back from screaming. You were sure his friends could hear from outside which things even more fun. 

Florian’s hips plowed into yours as he fucked you. Your juices covered him and stained his pants a little. “Daddy, let me cum, please. Please, let me!” you cried.

Florian grunted as he pounded into you harder. The pleasure in your core came to a head. Your orgasm washed over you in waves. Florian continued to fuck you even as you tried reaching back to stop him. Florian let go of your hair to grab your wrist, letting him continue in his assault. It almost became painful, but finally you felt him twitch inside of you and his warm seed filling you up. He pulled out, letting you drop onto the mattress and stroking himself. The rest of his huge load spilled onto your ass and thighs. Florian took deep breaths, coming down. He stood straight and studied you, slump on the bed and trying to catch your own breath. 

You tried to sit up, but your legs were weak and your back ached from the arch, making you kneel on the floor. “Are you going to be good?”

“Yes.” you said. “Yes, Daddy.” 

Florian planted a kiss on your forehead. “Go shower and I’ll tell them you decided to turn in early.” 

You nodded as you pulled yourself up. “My costume?”

Florian chuckled. “We’ll talk about it later.” he said as he walked into the closet to find a new pair of shorts since the crotch of his pants was ruined. “It was very cute, though.” 

You both laughed as you stumbled to the shower. Florian came back down the stairs and onto the patio. They didn’t utter a word or give him a strange look. The rest of the night was full of them cheering for their team and your needs taken care of. You drifted off to sleep only to be awake by Florian snatching the covers off you.“You didn’t think I’d let you off easy, did you?”

[caramell0w]

The Acquisition- Chapter 7

Parings: Business owner!Bucky x Reader (AU)

Summary: You are part of a business merger. Can you make it through with your heart still intact, or will The Winter Soldier tear you apart?

Warnings: None

A/N: Yay! Next chapter! I wanted to release this today in honor of my book coming out tomorrow!! Enjoy this chapter and as always, love is always appreciated!

Word Count: 2070

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The wedding designer, Natasha, comes to visit and she is a flurry of activity. She drops a few large bags on the kitchen floor and looks around, wide eyed and bushy tailed. “Wow, this place is huge!” She seems to then notice me and extends her hand. “Hi, I’m Natasha. You must be the bride-to-be.”

I take hers and she gives me a firm shake. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Mr. Barnes has told me money’s no object and whatever you want you can have. Have you found a dress yet? Do you have any color schemes in mind? What about flowers?”

I chuckle. “No to all. It’s a sudden engagement and I figure whatever you want to do will be good enough.”

She apprases me. “Pregnant?”

I wave my hands in front of me. “No, definitely not. There’s a family issue and this is what’s going to work best for us.”

I hear Steve and Bucky coming down the stairs, the two of them in the middle of a discussion. They come into view and Natasha straightens her back. “Sirs.”

“Hi Nat. Thanks for agreeing to plan this on such short notice. I promise you, whatever you need I’ll make sure you get. Steve is going to stay here. I have a few things I need to take care of and then I’ll be back.” He places his hand on the small of my back. When I turn my head to the side, offering him my cheek, he leans down and plants a delicate kiss on it. “I’ll see you all later.” He drops his hand and turns to Nat. “Make sure she’s happy, Nat. I’m trusting you.”

“I’ve got her. She’s in good hands with me.”

He keeps his lips pressed together and nods once. He looks at Steve and the two of them have a silent conversation. What is that about?

He leaves and Natasha jumps right in talking about arrangements, flowers, centerpieces, and invitations. My head spins with all the dizzying details she’s throwing my way. What color do I want the napkins to be? What about the centerpieces? Do I want floral or something more contemporary. Where is the wedding going to take place? The last one is what really get me. I have no idea where I want to get married. Most girls dream up their perfect wedding from a young age. I won’t be able to do anything I want, not with such short notice anyway.

“Would I even be able to find something nice with such short notice?”

“Maybe. It all depends on what you want though.”

I bite my thumbnail, my face scrunched, then sigh. “I don’t know what I want. Do you have any suggestions?”

“We could always look at a function hall type of place, or even a hotel. They might have a ballroom empty. I’m sure if we let them know it’s for James Barnes they will find a way to make it work.”

“What about at Asset?” I want to look around the place again, now that I know what to expect, and this would be a good excuse to do so without letting anyone know my real intentions.

Nat’s eyes light up and she nods. “That would be perfect. They have the big open area, we just need to move the spanking bench out of there and the floggers. I’m sure there is a spot it can be stored for the time being. We also have the ballroom area down there that could double as the dance floor. We just need to move the cages out. I love it! Steve what do you think?”

He eyes my suspiciously. “I’m not sure. We would have to run it by Bucky.”

“You’re half owner, Steve. Plus Bucky said whatever makes me happy. This would make me happy.” I bounce in my seat a little. “When is he going to be home?”

“He’s in a meeting this morning, he said he would be home around three.”

“Well I can’t wait that long. Let’s go.”

“Go where?” he asks.

“Asset. I want to check it out and see if it would work for the wedding. It would be cheaper because he already owns it, we wouldn’t have to rent the space. It’s just a matter of a caterer, and rentals for the tables, chairs and linens. Overall, that wouldn’t be so bad.

“I think we should wait for him to get back.”

Now’s the time to pull out the big guns, and see how much pull I have. “Steve. Bucky said to keep me happy, and this is what I want. You’re coming with us, it’s not like we’re leaving you here. Nat can show me around, let me get a sense of the place and I can decide if it’s right for me.” In more ways than one.

“Steve, she’ll be safe with us. Come on, I think it’s a great idea, and the place means a lot to him,” Nat persists.

Through gritted teeth he responds. “Fine. I’ll let him know where we’re headed and he can meet us there.”

~~

The driver is weaving his way through traffic, heading toward Brooklyn. “So, Nat. How do you know Steve and Bucky?”

She looks at Steve before answering. “I’m a member of the club. I also help plan the socials they host once a month.” Hesitantly she asks, “How much do you know about the club?”

“Bucky brought her there yesterday and she ran out after Tony scared her.” He turns to look at me and tilts his head a fraction. “Which is why I find it interesting that you want to go back.” He raises his eyebrow in question and crosses his arms over his wide chest.

“Are you part of the scene?” Nat interjects.

I small giggle bubbles up. “No. I, um, yesterday was my first time in that type of situation.”

Her eyes light up and she licks her lips. “A virgin? Let me show you around. There are places only subs and enter. There are also a lot of rules when you enter that must be followed. I’ll help you blend in today.”

I look down at my summer dress and wedges. “Is this not good enough?”

“No. There is a strict code that must be followed. I’m sure we can find a corset and skirt that will fit you. James’ favorite is black, and I’m sure we can find something appropriate.”

“Nat,” Steve warns through clenched teeth.

I place my hand on his arm. “No, Steve, it’s fine. I want to see and if this is how it’s supposed to be done, I want to do it. It’s fine. You’ll be there to keep me safe. I trust you.”

“Yeah, well I don’t trust half the men in there,” he mumbles. I ignore it and look at Nat who’s beaming.

~~

“I’ll be right outside the locker room. Nat, if she’s not out in ten minutes, I’m coming in after her.”

“So protective. You’d think she was made of gold the way you are with her.”

“Bucky has his reasons for wanting to keep her safe.”

She links arms with mine and pulls me into the locker room. It’s a bit of a let down. I was expecting there to be all sorts of black lights and kinky stuff. This looks like the locker room at the gym. Lockers, showers, toilets.

“You were expecting more?” Nat quirks her eyebrow.

I chuckle and shake my head. “Yeah, I guess so. I thought it would be… kinky or something.”

“Not everything has to be that way. Sometimes you need to pull back to get in the right frame of mind.” She opens a locker and pulls out a corset with a bunch of belts along the front and a flared black mini skirt and black thigh high socks. She seems to have no shame and waits for me to take my dress off and I fidget, not wanting to get naked in front of her. “Oh. Go behind the curtain and get changed. I’ll help you get the corset tightened.”

I do as she asks and come out with the corset pulled up around my boobs, skirt and socks. My panties are still on too. She fastens the corset and pulls my hair back out of my face and looks at her handy work. “Lose the panties. It throws everything off.”

“No. Someone might see my butt, this thing is way too short.” I put my hands over my butt trying to make sure it’s covered.”

“It’s been ten minutes, Nat.” Steve says pushing the door open. He stops in the doorframe and blinks at me a few times.

“How do I look, Steve?” I spin in a slow circle and stop when I’m facing him again.

He clears his throat. “Good. You’ll, um, you’ll fit right in here.” I smile and clasps my hands in front of me, looking toward the ground. He sticks his finger under my chin and tilts my head up. “You don’t belong to anyone and you have not given submission to anyone. Don’t look down when you’re talking with Dom’s here. Some are like vultures, and you’re fresh meat. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You hold all the power.”

Nat joins us wearing something similar to me, but she has on thigh high boots with a small red hourglass design on the side. “Come on, let’s show you around and plan your wedding.”

We take our time walking through the various locations as Nat paints a picture of the whole set up for the wedding. She truly has a talent for designing and making me understand her vision.

“Nat, I think this is going to be amazing. You��re sure you can pull it off?”

“I’m sure I can figure it out. There are a few vendors that owe me, I’ll make sure they pay up.

The air around us seems to electrify and shivers run down my body. I turn to see the reason for my unease. Bucky is standing a few feet behind us. Watching. Waiting. I shift my weight from one leg to the other and jut my hip out, crossing my arms over my chest. The extra pressure pushing my already restrained breasts closer together. The look on his face is one of raw lust and he licks his lips, never breaking eye contact.

“Y/N, why are you wearing that?”

I look down, suddenly insecure in my appearance. Don’t look down. I repeat the words Steve said earlier and look back up at him. “Nat thought it would be best for me to fit in while she gave me a tour of the place and hatched out our entire wedding. Do I not look good? She said you like black.”

He takes a few steps toward me and stops when the toes of his shoes touch mine. “Give me a few minutes alone with my fiancée.” He grabs my elbow and gently leads me toward one of the rooms, closing the door behind us.

“You don’t have to do this. We don’t have to have the wedding here, and you don’t have to dress like that.”

“Nat said there is special protocol I have to follow when I’m here. I thought you’d appreciate that I’m trying to follow the rules you have in place.”

He runs his fingers through his hair and a lock falls over his eyebrow. I push it back in place, waiting for him to continue. “You’re the exception. This isn’t your scene. This isn’t what you’re in to, and that’s fine. I won’t force you.”

“What if there are some things I wouldn’t mind… trying?”

His lips raise in a half smirk. “Are there?”

“Maybe,” I squeak.

He takes his hand in mine. “This world is all about trust. You would have to trust me to not let harm come to you. You would have to trust I know what’s best for you in a scene. I would never push you into anything you’re not comfortable with. That includes anything in regards to me. I will push you to limits, but I won’t break them.” He appraises me. “You really need to get some clothes on, because I may have a lot of willpower, but even I have a breaking point. And that outfit is it.”

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No Hiding These Marks

Paring: Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: Yes, “can I have a long one with sweet pea? something along the lines of him being jealous and getting angry, then showing his feelings to his friends and they're all really surprised because obviously its sweet pea haha. and I'll leave the rest up to you?” @yznggoddess

Description: While you are trying to plan the perfect surprise initiation and sex night with Pea he gets so jealous it even surprises his best friends. Luckily neither of you let that ruin your night.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut

Word count: 1828

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Sweet Pea and you had been dating for six months and you were best friends with Toni and Fangs. While you had lived on the southside since birth you were a year younger than your three closest friends and haven’t yet became an official Serpent. Everyone knew of you and Sweets as the nearly perfect couple. Since the moment you two became official you to are always together and neither of you is shy about the PDA. Everyone assumes that the two of you are constantly having sex, Toni and Fangs are the only two that know you and Pea haven’t had sex yet. It wasn’t that you two didn’t do sexual stuff, in fact there is only really one thing you two haven’t done. You have had a few guys in your past leave once they got it and it made you a bit nervous Pea might too.

Pea was a very flirty and sexual person so everyone assumed you two had been doing it since the moment you got together if not before. Sweet Pea didn’t mind that the two of you hadn’t had sex, he enjoyed what you did do and understood your reasons for wanting to wait. While most people believed he was a big flirt and slept around without any feelings he was actually very sensitive and kind. Sweet Pea knew why you wanted to wait and what had happened in all your past relationships but he didn’t know what you had planning for your birthday in two days.

Toni and Fangs have been helping you talk to FP and get everything ready to do the serpent dance and get your tattoo and jacket to make it official. You were extremely excited and also planned to surprise Sweets after the dance and everything by taking him home for some fun. Fangs had helped you set up the tattoo, jacket and dance with FP and Toni helped you pick out outfits and let you practice some of your dance moves. You had made everyone promise to keep it a secret that you were planning all this so you could surprise Pea. Your birthday fell on a Friday which was perfect so you can spend the whole weekend with Sweet after it all becomes official.

Due to planning you had been spending a lot less time with Sweet Pea and it was starting to get to him. When the two of you got to the bar around 8 you kissed Pea on the cheek and walked over to talk to FP. While Sweet Pea knew deep down that he had no reason to be jealous and that FP was absolutely no threat to him it still pissed him off when he saw you standing on your toes to whisper in his ear. Sweet Pea is standing beside the pool table with Fangs and Toni as he stares at you and FP. You nod giggling as FP brushes his hand over your ribs under your arm just behind your boob. You two were talking about how you wanted your tattoo in the same place as Toni’s.

When FP brushes his hand over your ribs Sweet Pea losses it throwing the pool stick he was holding onto the table before beginning to stomp in your direction. Before he can get more than a couple of feet away Fangs grabs his arm tight pulling him backwards. Quickly spinning around Pea glares at Fangs with a clenched jaw and growls, “Let. Me. Go.” “What the hell is wrong with you?” Fangs asks confused by Pea’s rage. “She’s spending all her fucking time with FP. What is he fucking her and that's why she doesn’t wanna sleep with me?” Pea’s voice comes out as a low groan. Toni and Fangs can't help but let out a small laugh, “Pea, we have been helping her set up this surprise, for you…” Toni gives him a small smile pointing up to the sage as the song changes and you walk on.

Pea turns looking at you as you begin to slowly dance around the pole your eyes never leaving his. His jaw drops and he relaxes a little realizing you aren’t cheating you were preparing to become a Serpent. “She’s spent weeks planning out tonight for you wanting to make it extra special.” Fangs gives Pea a small pat on the back walking away not really interested in watching you as you begin to unbutton your top to reveal a black corset bra top that is accented with dark green lace. “We didn’t think you would get so jealous and pissed off… Don’t let that ruin this for her, nobody is taking her but if you ruin her surprise for you… well you may push her away.” Toni gives him a small smile and walks off to play pool with Fangs.

Sweet Pea takes a deep breath and sighs knowing they are right and that he was irrational when he got upset. This was the first real relationship he had been in that lasted longer than a couple weeks and he was afraid of losing you like he did everyone else and he let those feelings get the best of him. As Pea relaxes be bites his lip watching as you bend over sliding your jeans down your legs showing off your matching lace thong. Fangs and Toni give occasional looks to Pea in fears that the whole bar watching you may cause him to get jealous again. Sweet Pea and you don't break eye contact the entire dance.

When the song ends Pea claps loudly and gives you a big smile. FP walks on stage as everyone in the bar is clapping for you and hands you simple black dress you had brought that was easy to throw on. After you pull the dress over your head FP helps you slide your arms into your serpent jacket. Pea makes his way to the side of the stage and lifts you up and spins you around as he hugs you. “You did so good baby. You are so sexy.” he whispers and kisses your cheek.  “Thank you. Will you sit with me to get my tattoo before we go home?” you look up at him as he sets you down.  “Of course.” Pea chuckles.

You run to the bathroom changing into plain black bralette that didn’t cover the area for the tattoo and put your jeans back on along with a cutoff t-shirt. You sit straddling a chair and hold Pea’s hands with earbuds in during your tattoo. Once the tattoo is done and you say your goodbyes you and Pea head back to his trailer. When he pulls up and turns off his bike you hop off standing beside it as he steps off. You bite your lip pulling at the sleeves of your jacket a bit nervous. “Toni told me you got a little jealous. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but I hope I can make it up to you tonight.” “Don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have let the anger get the best of me, I just don’t wanna lose you. I love you.”

You stand on your toes and kiss his cheek, “I love you too. Now that the mushy feelings are over can you take me inside and fuck me.” Sweet Pea’s eyes get wide with surprise and he bites his lip loving how blunt you were. “Really?” You nod and laugh lightly at how giddy Pea is. “Fuck yes I will.” Pea reaches behind your thighs and lifts you with a firm grip on your ass. You wrap your legs around his waist as he quickly unlocks the trailer and takes you straight to the bedroom barely caring enough to kick the front door closed.

When he makes it to the room he drops you onto the bed and pulls off his shirt. You quickly pull yours off careful of the bandage on your ribs as you pull off your bra. Sweets lets out a low growl and bites his lip watching as your nipples get hard when the cool air hits them. You groan pulling on his belt loops as the look of him shirtless and the bulge growing in his jeans makes you wet. “Someone's desperate.” Pea chuckles but doesn't waste time pushing his jeans and boxers down stepping out of them. When his long erection springs free you let out a small desperate moan and quickly push your own jeans and panties down.

“Pea hurry up and fuck me. I need you.” As he listens to you beg and plead he quickly grabs a condom sliding it down his hard cock before crawling over you and lining up with your entrance. “Ready baby?” Pea asks and chuckles as your only response is another desperate moan and pushing your hips forward so the tip brushes your dripping entrance. Sweet Pea slides in at a painfully slow pace until he is fully inside you. You tense a bit around him as he stretches you out. “Pea I love your soft side but for the love of everything fuck me please,” You groan leaning up and kissing his chest. “As you wish.”

Sweet Pea grabs your hips tight pulling out and quickly slamming back inside you as he begins a quick and aggressive pace. Arching your back into the bed you grip the sheets, everytime he slams into you he hits you g-spot with more force than the last thrust. “Mmh fuck Pea.” You moan quietly dragging your nails down Pea’s back hard enough to leave marks. As your nails dig into his skin his grip tightens on you hips to the point it will surely be bruised by tomorrow. As you begin to get closer to your high your walls tense around his cock making him let out a loud moan.

“Pea I’m… I’m so close baby.” Your words are barely audible as you moan close to his ear. Pea sucks on your weak spot behind your ear and moves one of his hands to rub your clit. Within seconds you are sent over the edge and you tense around him again as you climax and sends him to his climax as well. His thrusts slow and soften and he thrusts a few more times to ride out both of your highs before pulling out. Pea pulls off the condom and tosses it in the trash bin cleaning himself up while you catch your breath. “I love you.” Sweet Pea kisses your lips softly before you stand to use the restroom. As you walk into the bathroom nude you see the hickey behind your ear and the already forming red bruised finger marks on both hips and laugh, “Well Pea if everyone didn’t already assume we are having sex before they all know now. No hiding these marks.” You hear Pea laugh lightly and clean up before laying down the both of you quickly falling asleep.

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[workitholland]

Roommates - Tom Holland

WARNINGS: Smut, I think there may be some language..

Being roommates with the hottest guy on campus definitely had its perks, like getting to have movie nights every Saturday instead of partying. But it definitely also had its downsides, like Tom bringing home girl after girl, always leaving you to be woken by banging on the wall next door, presumably coming from the headboard of his bed. It would always be at ungodly hours, too.

Tom pushes the door to the shared dorm open, holding it for you as he lets you inside first. “Are you sure about this, Tom?” You ask hesitantly. “Parties aren’t really my thing.” He chuckles and waves his hand dismissively. “Of course! You’ve already bought your costume, and it’s Halloween! What kind of roommate would it make me if I just left you here?!” He crosses his arms, setting his bag with his costume in it onto the coffee table. You huff as you set your bag down next to his. You sit on the couch, reaching into his plastic bag to pull out his soldier costume, along with makeup.

“I want to look like i’ve just come out of the trenches!” He giggles, tearing his shirt off to replace it with the costume. You’d be lying if you said your eyes didn’t linger slightly on his bare chest and chiseled abs. He slipped the white shirt on, then the jacket and dog tags. He slips out of his jeans with no shame, standing in front of you in his boxers like it’s nothing. You have to stop yourself from looking up, not wanting to be caught in an awkward situation.

After he slips his pants on, you pat the couch next to you. “Sit. I have to take care of your high maintenance ass before I can even start on my costume.” You tease, starting to dab the makeup onto his face and neck, pulling the collar of his shirt down slightly to get his collarbones. “Like it’ll take you long to get into your angel costume.” He rolls his eyes, wanting to say that you don’t even need the costume to be an angel in his eyes, but he bit his lip instead. “Hey! You’re going to ruin the makeup!” You chastise, going back over the spot he just ruined.

As soon as you finished up on his makeup, you took some of the brown paint and rubbed it between your palms, then grabbing his shirt and spreading the paint out to make him look a little more dirty. “Perfect.” You say, biting your lip as you step back. “I know you are.” Tom mumbles under his breath, just low enough that you couldn’t make out what he said. “I-I’m gonna go get ready.” You stutter, grabbing your bag and rushing into the bathroom.

You take your costume out, and slip the white on. Looking in the mirror, you see that your costume really leaves nothing to the imagination. Your boobs are practically at your neck from the corset, and the skirt barely went halfway down your thighs. You shrugged it off, placing your halo on and starting on your makeup. You go for an all white look, with bright red lips.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you hear a small gasp leave the lips of Tom from the couch. “What? Do I look bad?” You ask, slowly becoming aware of the lack of clothes you have on. He shakes his head quickly. “No, quite opposite, actually.” He defends standing up off the couch, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Ready?” He asks, clearing his throat. You nod shyly, surly wishing you hadn’t agreed to go with him to this stupid party.

When you arrive, your stomach practically drops at the sight. Upon opening the door, you and Tom were met with tons of bodies pressed against each other in what looks like dancing, if you could even call it that. The scent of alcohol and sweat fills your nostrils, making you cough slightly. Tom looks at you, a huge smirk plastered to his face. “C’mon, let’s get some alcohol into you.” He suggests, but before you could protest you were already being dragged into the kitchen we’re there was an impressive selection of booze in front of you.

You reach for a wine cooler, and Tom chuckles. “I want to at least be sober enough to remember tonight.” You defend, making a smirk creep into his face. He picks up a shot of tequila and downs it, shaking his head as he sets the glass onto the counter. “I’m gonna need some more of those.” A small laugh escapes your mouth, and you push your bottle to your mouth to stifle it.

Ten shots and two wine coolers later, you’re practically carrying Tom out of the party and to your dorm. “You’re gorgeous.” He slurs, poking at your nose and missing terribly, his finger sliding down your lips instead. “And you’re drunk.” You retort, but can’t help the butterflies that emerge. You roll your eyes and blame it on the alcohol, sticking your key into the door of your dorm. Tom practically falls onto the couch, and you shut the door behind you, leaving him for a moment to change into something a little less revealing and a lot more comfortable.

You walk back out to him, pulling him up from the couch. “Tommy, let’s go.” You demand, all of his weight pushing you down onto the floor, his body landing on yours. “I could get used to this.” He hums, laying his head on your chest. You roll your eyes and push him off, standing up. You manage to get him up as well, and begin leading him towards his room. “No, Y/N.” He fights, “I wanna stay with you tonight.” He slurs, stumbling his way into your bedroom next to his. He lands with a thump on the bed.

“Let me at least get you in something comfortable.” You groan, putting him in the chair that sits in the corner of your room. You slide his jacket off, along with his boots and pants, leaving him in a dirty white tee and his boxers. “Don’t you think you should at least let me take you on a date before you undress me?” He giggles, and you roll your eyes as you remove the white tee, throwing it into the growing pile of clothes.

You walk into the bathroom across the hall, coming back with a wet cloth in hand. You wipe the paint off his face, making him elicit a giggle. You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was when he was drunk. “Y/N” Tom calls as you throw the cloth into the pile of his dirty clothes and tug him into your bed. “Yes?” You respond, climbing into the other side of your bed. He slides close to you, his bare back against yours, your thin tank top not doing much to protect you from the heat of his body. “Thank you.” He hums before snoring quietly into your ear. You giggle, moving over slightly in hopes of getting some sleep tonight.

-

You feel a warm arm wrap around your waist, the body it’s connected to stretching out behind you. “Y/N?” You hear, and turn to meet Tom’s eyes. “Did we?” He questions, referring to his almost naked body, and the fact that the two of you were in your bed. You chuckle, shaking your head. “No, I just didn’t want any of your dirty clothes in my bed.” He chuckles then gets quiet again. “Wait, if we didn’t... you know.. then why am I in your bed?” He asks, going to sit up but the pounding headache forces him back down into the pillows.

“You were too stubborn and wouldn’t go into your bed and insisted on sleeping in here with me.” His eyes widen. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He apologizes, covering his eyes with his hands. “Don’t worry about it.” You smile, turning your body completely around to face him. His eyes were closed, probably shielding himself from the sunlight streaming through your windows. You stand up quick to shut them, then run to the bathroom to grab him pain killers and some water.

“What did I do to deserve such an amazing roommate?” He asks as he sees you set the water and pills onto the nightstand next to him. “I’m not sure, I ask myself that all the time.” You joke, slipping a movie into the DVD player before you lay back down in your bed. “It’s Saturday,” You say in response to his cocked eyebrow. “Figured we could start movie night a bit early.”

After watching two horrible movies off Netflix, Tom decided on putting in Titanic. As the sex scene in the car comes on the tv, you see Tom shift beside you. You look at him, and he keep his eyes fixed on the screen. You shrug it off, moving your eyes to watch the film again. Not even a minute later, you feel Tom’s hand on your cheek, turning your face until your eyes met his.

“Tell me to stop.” He insists as he leans in to connect your lips. “I’m not going to do that.” You say, grabbing his shoulders and closing the gap between the two of you. You hated how cliche it sounded, but you felt sparks. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and you grant him access immediately. His hands slide down your body, stopping on your hips as you feel his grip tighten. He lifts you onto his lap, his hands now sliding down to your ass, as yours tangle themselves in his chocolate locks.

You let out a small whine as he disconnects your lips, chuckling up at you. Looking down at him, you can see his eyes filled with adoration, a look you had only seen on him with his family and pup. “Why didn’t you stop me?” He asks, knowing that you know of his past with females. “Because I see the look in your eyes, and I can’t help but feel the same way.” You confess, pushing your lips back onto his. He flips you over, hovering over your body. He rests comfortably between your legs as his lips begin to leave a trail down your neck and across your chest.

“Too much clothing.” He mumbles across your skin. Removing his lips from your chest, he places his hands on the neckline of your tank, ripping it completely in half. Much to his surprise, he’s met with your bare chest. You throw the ruined fabric across the room, pulling him down by his cheeks to place his lips on yours. He again started kissing down your neck, this time leaving a trail of wet, sloppy kisses all the way down to the waistline of your small shorts. He slips them off, taking your panties with it.

“Oh god, angel. You’re soaking wet, is this all for me?” He teases, running a finger through your slick folds, making you shiver. “It could’ve been young Leo DiCaprio, if i’m being ho- fuck!” You’re cut off when he plunges a finger into your heat. “Were you saying something?” He asks, a devilish smirk across his face. He adds a second finger when he hears your small whimpers, making your mouth drop open in ecstasy.

“That’s what I thought.” He teases, removing his fingers from your heat. You whine at the loss of contact, making him let out a low chuckle. “Needy, are we?” He looks down at your glistening folds, swiping his tongue across his lips like he’s looking at a full course meal. He dives in, wasting no time as he sucks gently on your clit. Within seconds, you’re already a writhing, morning mess under his touch.

“Fuck.. Tom!” You moan, grabbing hold of his locks again, pushing his face deeper into your cunt. He draws figure eights on your clit before proceeding to fuck you with his tongue. Your thighs clench around his face as you begin to shake uncontrollably. “Cum, baby.” He says against you, the vibrations sending you over the edge as you release all over his face. He helps you through your orgasm, not stopping until he’s licked you completely clean.

He moves back up by your face, running his hands through your hair as you catch your breath. “Fuck.” you manage, reaching down towards his boxers, seeing the tent in the middle. You stick your hand inside, reaching for his member, but he pulls your hand away. “No, this is about you.” He says sweetly, pressing a soft kiss onto your cheek. He takes his place between your legs again, slipping his boxers off, discarding them into the room somewhere.

You gulp as you see his length, causing him to smirk. “I won’t hurt you, Angel.” He says as he presses a kiss to your lips, lining himself up with your core. You give him a nod, signaling that you’re ready when he is. With one thrust, he slowly slides in, stopping when he bottoms out. “Fuck, baby. So tight.. so fucking tight.” He praises, running one hand down the exposed skin of your hip.

“Move, please.” You practically beg, causing him to begin to thrust slowly. He pulls out almost completely, then snaps his hips, completely filling you back up. You let out an estranged moan, gripping the bedsheets beneath you. He places his hands on your hips, his grip tight enough to leave bruises as he thrusts into you, hard. You throw your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans, but to your dismay, Tom is quick to remove them, pinning them above your head.

“Want to hear you, baby girl.” He moans, letting his head drop down into the crook of your neck. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten, and you take your nails down Tom’s back as you release, your walls fluttering around him. Your release triggers his, and he releases inside, his seed coating your walls in thick stripes. He pulls out, flopping down next to you, breath erratic.

“We should’ve done that much sooner.”

[spartanguard]

still got it

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @bleebug! I hope you’ve been having a fantastic day! This was just supposed to be some fluffy Old Hook stuff, but then it ran away from me and got feelz-y and CS-y. So I hope you like it and that you have an absolutely wonderful birthday!

Summary: Elderly gentleman Killian Jones is not the devilishly handsome scoundrel he was as a young man. But he still seems to have caught the eye of a silver-haired beauty at the pub, though he's not sure why. She plans on showing him. (Old CS fic; light M; 2.1 k; AO3)

There was some activity in the pub around him, but otherwise the bar was quiet—perfect for leaving an old man alone with his thoughts and memories. Granted, Killian Jones had probably had far too much of that in his life, but the solitude was fine company for another night.

So he sipped his ale while nestled in the corner of a booth, observing the other patrons and laughing at the young men’s attempts at wooing the fairer sex. Not that he was a particularly fine example of a man, but he had been in his youth: trim, handsome, and all too aware of it. He’d taken such pride in his appearance back then, but lately had found himself wondering—where had that scoundrel gone?

“Is this seat taken?” a woman asked, and he glanced around until realizing she was talking to him; it had been quite some time since that happened. Before him stood what was surely an angel: a gorgeous woman, about his age judging by the lines on her face and the silver of her braided hair, with soft curves and an ample bosom supported by what was clearly supposed to be a peasant’s costume of a maroon corset and patchwork skirt, but the materials were too fine to belong to anyone not of high standing. He didn’t mean to leer, but he was rendered speechless not only by her appearance, but by her attention as well.

“Please; be my guest,” he finally replied, gesturing to the open booth across from him. She slid in and he continued, “Apologies for my poor form, milady, but it’s not often a beauty such as yourself seeks company with the humble likes of me.”

“I find that very hard to believe,” she observed, her green eyes sparkling as she raked them over him. “Surely a devilishly handsome gentleman such as yourself has no lack of female companionship.”

He scoffed, but took a sip of his drink to hide the blush rising on his cheeks. He was fairly positive he was far from the eye candy he once was, but if she wanted to play, he could certainly take part in the game. “I can’t say ‘never,’ but it’s been some time. I’ve a question for you, though: what, pray tell, brings a woman of your standing to a disreputable dive such as this?”

“What makes you think I’m anything but a common bar wench?”

“You carry yourself as though you were royal. One might even say you bear a resemblance to the Queen.”

She shrugged and giggled, a girlish thing that was music to his ears. “I get that a lot.”

“As you should.” He hummed for a moment, thinking. “But that doesn’t answer my question: what are you doing here, and with a crusty old pirate like me?”

“I’m looking for some company.”

Now he truly snorted. “You’re seeking company with me? Are you sure you’re right in the head?”

“Last I checked.”

He gave her a sidelong glance—he wasn’t so sure of her sanity. After all, what woman—common, regal, or otherwise—would truly be pursuing him? He, a sailor far past his prime, in an ancient leather duster, a vest he could no longer button, and a shirt that only just fit the gut that hung over his belt. He would allow that he was still well-groomed—his gray locks and beard had been recently cleaned and trimmed, and he did still have all of his teeth. For a man of his years, he was in fairly good condition, but his years were considerable. Resignedly, he informed her, “Perhaps you’re better off with one of the younger men here, lass. I doubt I’m what you’re after.”

“Oh no, I think you are,” she said—nay, commanded, almost confirming her royal status. “I’m not looking for a quick roll in the hay with some amateur adolescent, and I hardly doubt they’d turn an eye my way as it was. I’m looking for someone with...experience.”

He stared at his drink, running his thumb along the mug’s handle as he considered her words, and the thick layer of lust dripping over that last one. He had some of that, alright, but it felt like ancient history. “And what makes you think I’ve any of that in recent years? Have you even looked at me?” There was a bit more weight to that last statement, but he hoped she wouldn’t notice.

“I have,” she answered calmly, then slipped out of her booth and into the space next to him. “And I see—correct me if I’m wrong—a man who’s lived many adventures.” She placed her hand on his forearm. “Has many tales to tell.” She slid her hand up the leather toward his elbow as she scooted a bit closer. “And knows exactly what he’s doing.” She squeezed his still-firm bicep while practically whispering in his ear; her breath on his skin sent a jolt of heat right through his body, settling where she was probably hoping it would. “You’re not one of those cocky boys who’s all talk; you don’t need to say what you can do—you just do it.”

He swallowed; this vixen surely knew the effect she had on him. But she seemed unaware that he’d been on the opposite end of this game far too many times and knew all the means of outwitting his opponent. “Is that so?” he asked back, as nonchalantly as he could.

“Mhmm.”

“Well, I’m afraid you don’t know me as well as you think. Whatever stories you’ve heard, my dear, are histories, long in the past.”

She hummed. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I’m right, and you just don’t like being called out.”

“You’re a stubborn lass, aren’t you?”

“So I’ve been told.”

“And just what makes you so sure that I’d want to be in such company, hm? Can’t an old man just enjoy his drink?” As if to make his point, he grabbed his drink and turned in his seat to face her, using the alcohol as a barrier.

“Because,” she started, shifting forward still and reaching for his hook, which rested on the table. “I think you like a challenge...Hook.” She rolled her shoulders back as her finger traced the curve of the metal, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

But vague memories of a conversation from years ago might help him stall. “So, you know who I am and you haven’t even told me your name yet.”

“What fun would that be?” she teased, winking.

“Just two ships passing in the night, then.”

“Passing closely, I hope.” Her free hand found his thigh and he could feel his blood traveling south; the heat of her palm through the leather of his trousers was making his heart race—and she noticed. “What’s wrong, Captain? Can’t hold your drink?”

Her light perfume and the flush of her propped-up chest were making it hard for him to come up with a witty retort (and making other things hard, as well). “‘M fine,” he stuttered out, his voice betraying him.

She was practically in his lap now. “What do you say we set sail? Come back to my place for a nightcap...or shall I find someone else?”

Her lips were millimeters from his; all he could do was mutter, “As you wish.” Then, grey smoke enveloped them, and he recognized the sensation of transportation magic taking them back to her room—which didn’t seem quite royal, but was far from spartan. They landed on her plush bed and she wasted no time in launching herself at him, her lips quickly making their way to the freckles on his neck and her delicate fingers playing with the silvery chest hair left exposed by his shirt.

She nipped her way up to his jaw and across to his mouth, kissing him with passion as she worked at the buttons on his top. His hand and hook instinctively moved to her hips, gripping and anchoring himself against her onslaught. He could feel his pants becoming uncomfortably tight as their tongues danced and he was getting lost in a sensation he hadn’t felt in a while.

Once she’d finished undoing his shirt, sliding it and the rest of his garments from his shoulders, she pushed him back against the pillows and straddled his hips. She grasped his hook and placed the tip against the top of the laces of her corset and ripped down, freeing her lovely, pale breasts from what he’d once heard referred to as “boob prison”. She quickly shirked it and her tunic, tossing them somewhere across the room with a slight grind of her groin against his, releasing an involuntary groan from him, and then settled down across his torso to continue—and that’s when the illusion was finally broken.

She went in to kiss him again, but he turned away. “Apologies; a woman as beautiful as you deserves my full and prompt attention...and I’m not so sure I can do that tonight, Emma.”

She sat up. “What the fuck are you talking about, Killian?”

He followed suit, and she shifted away so he could perch on the edge of the mattress. “Look at me, Emma,” he explained, gesturing to his body. “I’m hardly the man you married. Why would you want this?”

“What the hell—of course I want you! You’re my sexy roommate and I will always want you.”

The amount of anger in her voice was surprising; he’d learned after their many years of marriage that now was not a good time to make eye contact. So he scoffed instead, but of course, she saw right through it.

“What happened?” she demanded.

He sighed, but knew he couldn’t keep it from her. “I was down at the docks last week and some youngsters referred to me as an ‘old man.’ I initially disregarded it, but the words bounced around my head until I got home. And I looked in a mirror, and that’s what I saw: a fat, old man, little different than that alternate version of myself.”

Emma gave long, quiet sigh; he could easily identify that as the one she gave when she already knew the answer to her question.

“You knew?”

“I had an idea. You’d been acting strange the past few days, and it’s been ages since you wore a shirt to bed.”

He supposed he had been moping a bit lately; should have known she’d cotton on. “Is that why you wanted to do this tonight without the glamour?” Usually when they roleplayed, Emma flexed a bit of magic to help the illusion, but had insisted on not doing so tonight.

“Mhmm,” she confirmed. “Because you know what I see?”

“You already told me, love.”

“No.” She reached over and grabbed his hook. “I see a man who has lived a long long life, overcome so many obstacles, and is still one of the kindest and most loving people out there with a beautiful heart. I see my best friend, and the best husband and father anyone could ask for. And I see a man whose body shows all the signs of a life well-lived and well-loved.”

Well, now he was really blushing. And he loved her for it, but she didn’t have to indulge him. “You don’t have to placate me, Emma; I can handle a bit of wounded vanity.”

“Look at me. You know I suck at lying.” He chuckled; that was true. He finally looked up and could tell from the sincerity in her eyes and firm set of her brow that she wasn’t. “And you know what else?”

“What?”

The corner of her mouth ticked up, deepening the crows feet around her eyes. “I’m willing to bet that none of those assholes are getting laid tonight and you are.”

“Oh?”

She playfully bumped his shoulder with hers. “Multiple times, if I get my way.”

He couldn’t help it: he grinned. This incredible woman who had somehow seen fit to give him a second chance and love him all those years ago was still at his side, reminding him of who he was and who he could be. How many people could say that after 30-some years of marriage?

He leaned in, pausing only to tell her, “And not one of those whippersnappers could ever hope to bed anyone half as beautiful or amazing you, my love.” He found her lips in a searing kiss, just as full of emotion and passion as their first all those decades ago, and just as quick to grow heated. They adjusted their positions so she was back on top of him, and he held her close as they made out like teenagers. “You do look amazing tonight, Swan,” he panted out.

“I know. So do you.”

“I know.”

HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY!!!

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[peaches-of-1]

Theatre Girl: Prologue 1

Theatre Boy: Prologue 1

Theatre They: Prologue 1

So those ^ are basically the same stories. Only things changed are pronouns and maybe descriptions here and there. I’ve been trying to keep most of my reactions gender neutral and have been wanting to do gender specific pieces for a while. I think I finally have the motivation and gumption to put the work in to make my blog more accessible for all genders.

Anyways, here goes!

Today was your second week of shows, and everyone was excited about the “special guests” Director Edith told you all about. You had been doing plays and musicals here for a while now, so you were pretty sure it was a backer or some other financial person you’d have to schmooze with after the show.

You went straight from the cafeteria to the auditorium with some of the others who were in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” with you. Luckily enough for you, your part was as Puck with a comfortable amount of lines.

At least you guys were able to get a slightly more modern version of it. That is, fairies spoke the old text while everyone else spoke normally. Putting on your stage makeup was your favorite part. You liked to take your time with it, so you always showed up about 30 minutes before call since time moved really fast after a while. Your face would be turned beautiful within the span of two hours. A little goofy since you were the Jester of the play, but you loved it.

That’s what drew you to theatre in the first place. How extreme yet simple everything was. It helped your confidence and you had found a second family of sorts. Your theatre teacher in high school warned you about not majoring it unless it was what you wanted to do for the rest of your life. You weren’t sure, so you decided to minor in it instead.

Not only were you allowed to overdo it a bit on the highlighter, but actual glitter was placed on your cheeks since the rhinestones kept falling off. You couldn’t keep your hands away from your face, either. So emerald glitter stuck to waterproof hairspray it was!

You got this part in due in part to your bouncy attitude, and although you weren’t a gymnastics hero, you were reasonably flexible and could do a few mid-air splits and Oberon was the most muscular hunk of human and former cheerleader. He had no problem lifting you up.

You two even tried to incorporate more spectacle into your interactions which Director Edith liked. Yellow lipstick made your lips pop and wasn’t distracting thanks to the yellow, blue, and pink flowers on your costume. Your finger nails were pink too, not baby pink.

As for your costume, your outfit was a black and blue corset with a collar connected to it since they didn’t want your boobs to accidentally slide out during a lift or something. Lots of leaves and flowers tucked into your ribbon leggings and no shoes. Though, they always had a pair of lace-up flats in case you wanted them.

That meant you had to paint your toe nails too. They were the same pink as your fingers. The costumer put on your horns after making your shoulders and part of your arms blue and yellow in a sort of ombre way. To say the least, showers took a long time after the show. It was mostly upper arm and right before your hands.

Then you sat and waited for warm ups, singing along to the assortment of music that played from the speakers. One of the leading ladies, the one playing Helena, came up with a list of music we’d all enjoy and gave it to the sound guy. Being the weirdo you were, you chose 3/5 of your songs to be k-pop. Bunch of hype songs. Someone else chose German Reggae, though, so you weren’t the only weird one.

Azar, who played Cobweb, was running late and he played multiple characters, so that wasn’t great. Yoongi Oberon nudged you since you were staring off into space again. It had become a thing in the cast to call everyone by their first name and their character’s name.

“You know you could at least be stretching, Puck (Y/N)*.” He gave you his gummy smile and booped your nose. “The more you do, the better things will go and the less you’ll sprain.”

You shook your head, “Oh, yeah. I meant to, but I kinda sorta forgot why I was walking over here. What was that video we followed last week? I wanna do that again.”

He got his phone and started searching, “That was one of our best shows, wasn’t it? Here it is.”

After following the 3 minute video, it was time for everyone to get on stage. The music stopped and a figure caught your eye. You didn’t think much about it until your Stage Manager and local pyro Seulgi introduced him as the head of some super important theatre league.

“This is the man who keeps things running in this whole section of the country. So he’s super important, and it’s our job to give him a good show.” She turned and presented him. “Everyone say hi to Kim Namjoon!”

The cast clapped, cheered and waved. He smiled a smile that captivated you and almost made your forget to breathe. Not something you could afford to waste in a corset. Those dimples were so nice.

Namjoon waved back, “You can all call me Mr. Kim. I’m the newest and youngest person to hold this position. My job is to make sure all the people are doing their jobs right by making theatre an inviting and exciting place for the community.” His coffee colored eyes scanned everyone.

They seemed to linger on you, but that was probably a figment of your imagination or he really liked your costume. It was a great costume.

“As far as I can see, they are. The costumes look great. The set looks great. I can’t wait to see them in action and talk to you after the show. Fighting!”

Everyone clapped. Seulgi started talking again, “Thank you, Mr. Kim. Alright, you guys, time to become spiderman!” She leaned to one side and the stretching began. You ended with a shakedown and a cheer.

You stood alone in the spotlight, center stage. All the other actors were off into the wings waiting for you to say the final line, probably mouthing it with you. These had to be the most difficult lines you had to learn, but you were so glad to finally get to this point.

Mr. Kim was near the middle. You knew because of the reserved sign that had been placed there today. You were eager to see his face again.

“...And, as I am an honest Puck, if we have unearned luck now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue, we will make amends ere long. Else the Puck a liar call. So good night unto you all. Give me your hands if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.” You winked, threw some more glitter and music played.

A silvery green path led you offstage. Once you were off, it was a blackout and the jaunty tune ended. Everyone started clapping. Music started again and everyone took their bows. Hoseok Lysander, finally got to joke around a bit as he spun his Zendaya Hermia into a dip and kiss her cheek. Jimin Demetrius laughed as his Helena did the same to him.

Then everyone held hands and did their final bows, motion to the audience since there was no one in the pit and then to the sound booth. Then off to the meet and greet. Because this show brought in a lot of kids, you were able to keep your costumes on.

After the meet and greet, the cast got undressed and sat in the front rows of the audience while Mr. Kim stood on stage. He asked questions about our experience from set building to stage. A lot of the first-timers were nervous to speak, but you had done this enough times to be chill about it.

He directed quite a few questions directly to you since you were sort of a lead in the show for once. “What was the most difficult aspect for you?”

“Well, the lifts for one, but I had Yoongi here to catch me if I fell.” You pat his thigh.

Yoongi joked, “If not catch, then fall with you.” making everyone giggle.

“Now, this is a question that I like to ask and you can go into detail if you want. It’s completely fine if you don’t want to. Were there any show romances?”

Everyone looked at each other. There actually weren’t any. Zendaya spoke up, “Well, no, but I’m sure everyone in the cast wants to get with Jimin.”

...She wasn’t wrong and so everyone giggled. Jimin blushed and hid his face in Hoseok’s shoulder. Jimin wasn’t a flirt, but he was just too darn cute. He liked holding hands and was a very touchy person. It was your first time working with him and he was top 5.

“Any questions for me?” Mr. Kim asked.

Hobi giggled and raised his hand, “I’m sure the girls wanna know if you’re gay or not.”

Claire added, “Also, how old are you? Cuz, like you look really young and really attractive.” She had no filter.

Mr. Kim blushed and bit his lip, looking down for a moment, “I’m attracted to someone’s heart, not their body or what’s in their pants. I’m 23, and before you ask, I am single.”

“Is that an offer?” she flirted, raising an eyebrow and leaning in.

“Maybe, but not to you.” He made eye contact with you and winked.

Your eyes got wide and you started blushing, trying not to laugh. No one flirted with you. What the heck?

He laughed. It was a joke. “Anyways, I very much enjoyed the show, but I won’t keep you here any longer.”

Then he sent everyone home to gt some rest before tomorrow’s show. Well, everyone was going out to eat and probably party seeing it was a Friday night. You, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Zendaya were going to get some Panda Express and some drinks. You grabbed your bag when Mr. Kim approached you.

He put his hand on your upper back, “Miss Puck, you did a fantastic job up there. I can say that, without a doubt, you are the best I have ever seen in that role.”

You laughed, “You can call me (Y/N), Mr. Kim.”

“And you can call me Namjoon, Miss Puck. But really, you were great. I hope I get to see great things from you in the future.” He handed you a business card. “If you need help with any of it, don’t hesitate to contact me.”

He left, taking a few lollipops from his jacket pocket and handed them to you. Told you to share them, and left. Was he flirting with you? Did you flirt back? If so, it was a complete accident. You didn’t know how to.

“Hey, (Y/N), hurry up. Uber is outside!” Hobi called. “Jimin’s coming with us!”

You tucked the card into your back pocket and joined your cast mates. Everyone made sure they had wiped off enough makeup to be considered normal, and you admitted that you still had your blue on. Your very old hoodie covered most of it, though.

Author’s Notes:

*Puck is used like an adjective, so that’s why it is first for MC. Just felt more comfortable too.

So, the course is set! Time to go change pronouns and stuff. Please let me know if I ever miss any or do the wrong ones in the other versions!

Character Profiles:

Namjoon | Hoseok | Jimin | Yoongi

[jaeminlore]

Confidence // Kim Seokjin

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the prompt: could you please do a prince!seokjin fluffy scenario? au i used: “my parents are hosting a royal ball with neighboring monarchs and you noticed me, heir to the throne, shoving food into a bag to steal.”

words: 4425

category: fluff

author note: seokjin deserves all the love in the world i hope he knows how loved he is.

- destinee

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Ruffles everywhere. When your mother told you that you would be attending a royal ball, your first thought was the assumption that you would get to pick out your own gown.

Your mother had different ideas, of course, and stuck you in a purple wool dress in the middle of summer. Layers of heavy material caused you to sweat and feel absolutely miserable.

And now you were in a ballroom surrounded a bunch of people, which equaled extra body heat. Your only hope was hiding behind the food table and hoping you could find a way to sneak out.

You stood there, fanning yourself with your palm. Then, a broad-shouldered man walked passed your vision, not noticing your presence.

You watched, amused, as he extracted a leather bag from his tuxedo and began to load pastries into it. Soon, you couldn’t keep in the giggles and you laughed out loud, nearly snorting at the sight.

When he noticed he was caught, the man ran away without looking at you.

“Wait!” You yelled, chasing after him. After all, he seemed much more fun than the party.

You chased him outside the ballroom, up a spiral staircase, and into a large bedroom suite.

The man turned around, and now in the full light, you could see it was Kim Seokjin, the son of the king who hosted the ball. He was also heir to the throne, causing you to wonder why he stole so much food.

“Why did you..?” You pointed to the bag still in the prince’s hands.

“I’m on a diet.” The prince said, rolling his eyes. “Mom says I’m gaining too much weight but if she thinks I’m going to limit myself to a healthy diet than she’s wrong.”

You giggled again. Seokjin looked at you strangely, “Who are you, anyway?”

“Oh!” You held your hand out for him. “I’m Y/n, Princess of the Eastern Kingdom.”

“You look hot,” Seokjin said, before his ears turned red and his eyes widened. “Not like that! Like, you’re sweating. Is your dress on too tight?”

You winced. “It’s wool. My mother wanted me to wear it.”

“I’ve got some clothes you could wear, if you want to change.”

“Really?” Your eyes brightened. “That would be great!”

“It would cool you down, at least.” Seokjin replied. He walked over to his wardrobe and extracted a long dress shirt and a pair of pants, along with a belt.

He handed them to you, “These should fit.”

You accepted the clothes gratefully and walked behind the dressing screen to shed your heavy outerwear.

Seokjin’s shirt reached down to your knees, so you tucked it into the pants he gave you. Even with the belt on it’s tightest notch, it was still a bit big on you.

Still, the fabric was breathable and you felt a million times better. You came out from behind the screen and smiled at Seokjin, who was busy eating a strawberry tart.

“Give me a twirl,” he said, a friendly smile on his face.

You did, twirling on your toes with a smile on your face. “Thanks, Prince Seokjin.”

“Call me Jin,” he said, waving away your formal speech. “Do you want some pastries?”

You gladly accepted, taking a bite of a lemon tart and falling into an easy conversation with the prince.

-

Friendship came quickly after that night.

Your parents had a lot of business with Jin’s parents, so the two of you found yourselves hanging out often. Mostly eating and gossiping, if you were honest.

“I’m just saying,” Jin spoke with his mouth full of chicken. “We should have a national Jin Day.”

“Isn’t that your birthday?” You replied, reaching for a wing. “I mean, the entire kingdom sends you flowers and gifts.”

Jin gave you a disappointed look, “Oh, Y/n…”

“What?” You took a bite of your wing while he picked up a drumstick.

“Flowers and gifts are nice, of course, but the love of the people is what you want.” He said, as if it was obvious.

“But you already have the love of the people,” you argued. “Heck, my people love you more than they love me.”

“Oh well that’s expected,” Jin replied jokingly. He laughed at your expression. “What?”

You threw a napkin at him. “Just eat your chicken, you arrogant loser.”

“Harsh,” Jin whispered as he bit into his drumstick. “Just because you’re insecure doesn’t mean you can take it out on me.”

“Well I’m sorry I don’t have your confidence,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“I can help you get it,” Jin said, a strange glint in his eyes. “Especially since you’re getting married soon.”

“Who says?”

“I overheard our moms talking,” Jin said. “And if you’re getting married, you need to have more confidence.”

“I don’t have any,” you replied. “Besides, who am I getting married to?”

Jin shrugged, “Another prince I assume. Now should we start with clothes or expression?”

“Expression,” you answered immediately.

You weren’t particularly fond of your body, and you knew whatever clothes Jin put you in might accentuate parts of your body that you didn’t want to see.

Jin noticed the waver in your expression, but he didn’t push anything. “Fine. We’ll work on your smile.”

“What’s wrong with my smile?” You asked.

“Absolutely nothing,” Jin said. “What’s wrong is that you don’t smile enough. Your new husband will want to see that pretty smile whenever he can. It’ll encourage him.”

You snorted. “Why can’t he look at his own smile in the mirror and be encouraged?”

Jin sighed, “Because, unfortunately, not everyone is like me.”

You laughed. “Stop, Jin.”

“See? That’s the smile,” he said, reaching his hand out to poke you in the shoulder. “You only show it when you’re laughing.”

Shrugging, you wiped your hands with a wet napkin. “I can’t help but smile when something is funny.”

“Well, learn to smile even when things aren’t funny,” Jin said.

“Fine.”

Sensing your sarcasm, Jin shook his head. “You’re impossible.”

-

“What is this?” You entered Jin’s room the next day, only to see a vanity set up with various make up and moisturizers.

“I’m going to figure out which make up style looks best on you,” Jin answered. “Sit down.”

You slumped onto the cushioned stool, seeing yourself in the mirror.

Jin came up behind you and bent down so he could see you in the mirror as he talked. “See, your stylists give you really dark make up, which is intimidation. Since your personality is far from intimidating, I’m going to give you a softer look.”

Finally realizing what was happening, you cringed. “You mean, I have to take all of this off?”

Jin nodded. “I need a clean slate.”

You hesitantly grabbed a makeup wipe and brought it up to your face. Then you set it back down. “I don’t know if you want to see my bare face. My skin isn’t that clear and my eyes look small without makeup.”

“Don’t worry about anything like that,” Jin said. “You’re pretty no matter what, okay?”

You exhaled. “Okay. I’m trusting you.”

“I know,” he said happily.

Soon all your makeup was off, and Jin was examining your face. He held up various concealers and foundations to find your skin tone.

His face was very close to yours, and you felt horribly self-conscious. Every time he made eye-contact with you, you couldn’t hold it and had to turn away.

“Y/n, be still,” Jin said. He grabbed your chin and slowly brought it in front of him. “You’ll have to look at me while I apply your makeup. No excuses.”

“Right.” you settled for closing your eyes. That way you wouldn’t have to see how close he was to you.

After a good hour or so, Jin finally announced that he was done. You opened your eyes slowly, struggling to gather your surroundings. You must’ve fallen asleep while he was doing your makeup.

“Here you go, Sleepyhead.” Jin handed you a hand mirror so you could inspect his work up close.

You were surprised to see a completely different person in the mirror. Where the usual, dark makeup used to hide your natural features from everyone, this new, light makeup only accentuated your features.

You weren’t sure if you liked it. This look made you look vulnerable to all of the opinions of the court.

What if they saw your true features and told you that you weren’t as pretty as they thought?

Your insecurities showed on your face once again, causing Jin to huff childishly.

“You really don’t see it?”

You looked up at your royal friend, who rolled his eyes at you. He gestured to the large mirror, where you could look at your reflection.

“That face is something to be confident about.”

You blushed, grateful for his words. Still, it would take awhile for you to get used to. You definitely wouldn’t turn confident just because of his words.

“I’ll try,” you said.

“That’s all I ask.”

-

The next month, Jin arrived inside your bedroom with three servants behind him. Each one held a few dress bags.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking up from your desk.

Jin had the servants set the long bags onto your bed before bidding them goodbye. “I had my personal tailor make you a bunch of custom dresses.”

“How did you make them custom?” You asked.

“I got your measurements from your tailor,” Jin said nonchalantly.

Your eyes widened. “Please tell me you didn’t look at them!”

“Of course I did,” Jin said. “I helped my tailor personally.”

He said this proudly, but you were freaking out inside. Your proportions weren’t very… princess-y.

Your curves were in all the wrong places (if you even had any), not to mentions your boobs were way too small for any royal standard you knew of.

You had to wear a push-up bra and a corset every day just to have the appearance of nice proportions.

“Jin, I don’t wear dresses for my measurements.” You struggled to explain as he unzipped the first bag.

He pulled out the most beautiful gown you had ever seen. It was a one-shouldered dress, long and dark magenta in color.

“Jin, that’s beautiful.”

“I know,” he answered, a soft smile on his face. “It’s my favorite color, and I thought it would look prettiest on you.”

“You really spent a lot of time on this,” you remarked. “I’ll try it on.”

As you reached for it, Jin pulled back. “One condition. Where it without your corset and push-up.”

You stood there, horrified. “How do you know about those?”

“Your tailor told me,” Jin answered. “She told me you should wear them with the dresses. I told her that you would look prettier my way, so I ignored her advice.”

“Jin,” you said, “You’ve never seen me without those on. I look a lot different.”

“I’m sure you do,” Jin answered. “But different isn’t always a bad thing. Now go get dressed because your confidence in this area needs a lot of work.”

You obliged and walked behind the dressing screen. You unclasped the corset and exchanged your push-up bra for a smaller, strapless one.

The dress fit like a glove when you slipped it on. It felt comfortable, the soft cotton hugging your skin in all the right places. You looked down, and realized that your body didn’t look so bad. Albeit small, as if you handed reached puberty yet, it wasn’t all too unpleasant to see.

At least from your angle.

“I’m going to come out now,” you warned Jin. “But if it looks bad let me down gently, okay?”

“Just show me already, Worrywart.”

-

Jin had been lounging on your chaise when you came out.

As soon as he saw you, he felt his mouth go dry. He straightened into a sitting position as your shy figure came closer to him. He looked you up and down subtly, swallowing his saliva.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” Your voice snapped him out of his trance. You must’ve taken his silence as disapproval.

You must not have seen the look of obvious attraction in his eyes.

He cleared his throat and stood up. “It’s not bad at all, Y/n. You look beautiful.”

You shyly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you really think so?”

Jin blinked and averted his eyes. The longer he looked at you the more his urge to grab you by the waist and kiss you grew.

Unknown to you, Jin had harbored a minor crush on you since the day you chased him up into his room.

Your curiosity only made him curious about you. When the two of you talked late into the night, eating sweets without a care in the world, Jin felt his heart beat just a bit faster.

Seeing all of your insecurities frustrated him. He wanted you to see what he saw. Not just in appearance, but in personality.

You were his best friend, but you were also the first person he had ever fallen in love with.

Seeing you in the dress he had picked out only spurred his feelings into physical desire.

He wondered inwardly if the man you were going to marry would think of you the same way he did.

Jin felt that he should. He thought you shouldn’t marry a man who thought any less of you than he did, and he thought the world of you.

In a short few months, Jin had become attached.

All this time trying to teach you to have confidence, and he had to ask himself if he would ever have the confidence to tell you how he felt.

-

Your mother didn’t like the dresses Jin picked out for you. She didn’t like the makeup Jin had chosen for you either.

When it came for your future husband to arrive at the castle, your mother confronted you.

“I want you to go back to your old look. You don’t look queenly with this new style. You look like a naive girl, not like a queen. Also, all of your late night eating dates with Jin have to stop. You’re gaining weight.”

You frowned and looked down at your outfit. You were happier in the dresses Jin picked out for you. You and Jin’s eating dates always calmed you down. Jin knew how you thought. He knew how to help you feel better about all your worries and fears. “Mother, Jin is–”

“You know,” you mother interrupted, “Maybe it would be best if you stopped hanging out with Jin. He’s really not a good influence on you.”

“Mother…” Hot tears pricked your eyes and you clenched them shut, struggling to keep yourself from crying. “Please don’t say that.”

“You’ve gotten too attached. You need to forget whatever whimsical ideas he’s given you. Now go get dressed in the new dress I bought you. I had a tighter corset prepared for you as well, since your middle has gotten soft.”

“Yes, Ma'am.” You bowed your head and walked back to your room.

You slammed the door and locked it, unable to contain your sobs as you threw open your wardrobe and pulled out Jin’s shirt and pants you had worn just a few months prior.

After pulling them on, you opened your door and ran.

No one stopped you. You ran out of the castle and jumped into a coach, ordering them to take you to the Kim Palace.

-

Jin was in the process of getting dressed when you barged into his room.

He turned around, shirtless and red from embarrassment. He hastily slipped his shirt on; a brown sweater to keep him safe from the chill of the evening. “Y/n? What are you doing here? Are you crying?”

You crashed into him, holding his waist tightly with both of your arms and burying your face into his chest.

Jin immediately held you closer to him, trying to make sense of the situation. “Are you okay? Why are you wearing my clothes?”

You shook your head, only holding him tighter.

“Do you want to lie down?” He asked instead, figuring you might just wished to be held.

You nodded at this.

“Alright, c'mon.” Jin grabbed you hand and pulled you over to his bed, where he let you crawl under his covers. He followed your action. As soon as he lay down, you wrapped your arms around him again, your tears beginning to dry up.

“I don’t want to leave you, Jin.”

“Why would you?” He laughed loudly, thinking that wasn’t a possibility. “Wait, are you being serious? Why would you leave me?”

You played with the fabric of Jin’s sweater to calm yourself down. “Mother says you’re a bad influence and she doesn’t like us being friends. She said the dresses you picked out aren’t good enough and the makeup you taught me how to do was too plain. She said I’m gaining weight from all of our nights when we eat the food you bring. She wants me to stop hanging out with you.”

Jin snorted, not in humor, but anger rather. “As if I’m going to let her take you away from me.”

“What if you don’t have a choice?” You mumbled.

“I’ll find a way,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto him. His chest was broad enough to be a nice pillow for you, and you let your legs wrap around his lower waist.

“Thanks, Seokjin.” You yawned against his collarbone and closed your eyes.

Sleep came easily with the comfort of Jin close to you.

-

Jin woke up, his arms still wrapped around you. He looked down at your sleeping form. He wondered if you could hear his heartbeat, which hadn’t slowed down since last night.

He ran his hand down your back soothingly, thinking about your mother’s words. He felt more scared than you at the thought of never seeing you again.

His thoughts were already tainted with thoughts of you marrying a prince that wasn’t him. Now he had to worry about you not even seeing him anymore.

Obviously, he would have to stop seeing you after the wedding. It would be rude for Jin to love you while you were married to someone else.

However, he couldn’t help but think how perfect you seemed in the moment, looking small wrapped in his arms. He felt the sudden need to keep you close to him forever. To protect you for the rest of his days.

Which birthed a thought he really should’ve thought of sooner: What if you married him?

It would bring the southern and eastern kingdoms together, wouldn’t it? Besides, it wasn’t like you didn’t love him back. At least platonically, you were much more comfortable around him than a mere stranger.

He would hold back on his true feelings if you only wanted a platonic relationship.

He was sure there was nothing he wouldn’t do to make you happy.

-

You woke up alone, Seokjin’s scent filling your senses as you had his blanket covering you.

In your half-asleep state, you wondered if you had just dreamt falling asleep with Seokjin.

You sat up and ran a hand through your hair to try and smooth it out.

You wondered where Jin had gone, and if you had taken it too far by spending the night together. Of course, you hadn’t done anything questionable, but if your mom found out she would surely have your head. Wouldn’t she?

“You’re up,” Seokjin said, appearing in the doorway. He held a tray in his hands, with a stack of French toast on it, along with syrup and butter. “I brought us breakfast, since I figured rumors would start if people knew you stayed over.”

“Thanks.” You slipped out of the bed and sat on the floor, where Jin handed you a fork. You stared at the toast worriedly, wondering if you should ask for fruit or another healthy alternative.

“Eat as many as you want,” he said.

“But my mom,” you looked at Jin. “I already have to lose weight for the wedding.”

“So?” Jin asked. “French toast doesn’t weigh ten pounds. Besides, if food tastes delicious, it’s zero calories.”

“That is not true,” you said, smiling.

“Is so,” Jin argued. “How else am I so slim?”

“You do a lot of sword fights or something,” you guessed.

“No.” Jin rolled his eyes, “I’m way too uncoordinated for that. I am simply a positive person. My body is perfect, and I gain nothing from eating.”

“I thought you were on a diet when I met you,” you said.

Jin nodded. “Did I follow it? No. Am I still in perfect shape? Yes.”

You reached over the tray to slap him. “You’re not supposed to compliment yourself, you know.”

“If I don’t, who will?” Jin asked, shrugging.

“People don’t compliment you?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Not much,” Jin said. “It doesn’t bother me, of course.”

“What is this?” You asked, noticing Jin’s reddening ears. “Is the Great Prince Jin insecure?”

“No,” Jin shook is head. “I just wonder why people don’t, you know, bring up how handsome I am. You’d think it would come up in everyday conversations between my subjects.”

You stared at Jin for an entire minute before he broke into a smile. “I’m joking, Y/n. I’m not that conceited.”

“Jin, I am this close to throwing a price of toast at you,” you said.

“Try it. My face will not be ruined by a bit of syrup.” He lifted his chin.

You knew he was just teasing you, but it still frustrated you. “That’s it.”

You grabbed the vial of maple syrup and crawled over to Jin’s side of the tray.

“Y/n, I was just joking!” He said, holding in a laugh. He grabbed your wrists and held you at a distance as you tried to spill maple syrup down his shirt. “Y/n!”

“What?” You sent him an innocent smile. “You said it wouldn’t ruin your face.”

Jin grabbed the vial and pulled it from your grip.

“Give it back,” you said, giggling as Jin held the vial high in the air while he was still sitting cross-legged.

Even on your knees, you could barely reach his wrist. You tried the obvious thing, which was to stand up and grab it, only Jin guessed what you were doing and stopped you. He used his free hand to keep you from moving, gripping your hip and pushing you back into a sitting position.

Since there was a stopper on the vial, Jin simply threw it behind him. “There, now try to get it,” he said as his other hand grabbed your hip as well, keeping you from chasing after it.

You held onto his shoulders and tried to used leverage to wriggle free, but Jin only held on tighter.

You looked down, ready to yell at him, only to see that he was already gazing up at you.

Your grip slackened as his stare landed on your lips.

“You know,” he began, “I went to talk to my mother this morning. It was about your wedding, and if I could marry you, instead of whoever your mother chose. She sent messengers out to your kingdom this morning.”

“You mean it?” You asked, your smile growing wider as you dipped your head, letting your forehead fall against his.

He hummed in reply. “It’s not set it stone yet–”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence. Instead, you grabbed his face and pulled him close to you. Your lips met his and you struggled to keep from smiling as he kissed back. You failed, cutting the kiss off far too early.

Jin looked surprised as you pulled away with a breathless laugh. “I love you, Kim Seokjin. I’ve never met someone who makes me feel the way you do.”

Jin opened his mouth to reply, but closed it immediately. “You confessed first…”

“You gave me the confidence to,” you replied.

“C'mere,” Jin said, his eyes clouded in desire.

This time it was him who grabbed your face. As soon as your lips met his, he shifted his hold and grabbed your waist, pressing your body up against his. You gasped at the contact, allowing one of your arms to wrap around his shoulders while the other hand tugged at his hair. He took advantage of your parted lips and slipped his tongue inside of your mouth. You moaned softly at the feel of him being so intimate with you. It felt good, but more importantly, it felt right.

You lavished in the feeling of Seokjin’s arms around you, kissing you as if you were the only person in the world.

He slowly released you, letting his teeth gently tug at your bottom lip before separating completely.

Your chest rose and fell as you struggled to steady your breath. All you could see was Jin’s lips, dark red and swollen from your kisses.

“There is no way I’m letting another guy kiss you like that,” Jin breathed.

“There is no way I’m kissing another guy like that,” you said, suddenly feeling shy.

Jin tilted his head and kissed your nose lightly, eliciting a giggle from you. “I love you.”

A knock on Seokjin’s door interrupted your moment. “Prince Seokjin, the messengers have returned.”

Jin and you looked at each other, both worried for the outcome.

“With good news, I hope!” Jin yelled back.

“Excellent news, Sir. Queen Y/L/N has agreed to your conditions. Only, she has one condition of her own.”

“What’s that?” Jin asked, a smile growing on his face at the realization that the two of you would be married.

“The Queen of the Eastern Kingdom has requested you bring her daughter back immediately. She said something about you making the Princess happy, and that you having managed to make her smile is all she could want in a future son-in-law. After thinking over it, she wants to meet you. I think you’ve gained her favor, Your Highness.”

Jin looked at you, “Will you marry me, Y/n?”

“Of course I will,” you replied. Then you stood up. “But I should probably go back to my castle now, before my mother changes her mind.”

“Right,” Jin said, standing up as well. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, “Till I see you again.”

“Right. Goodbye, Seokjin.” You replied.

“Goodbye, Love.”