#as an excuse to stare and suck tiddy

[psych0ruinz]

if i could drink milk from that man i would

[dwaekkicidal]

Hey! Idk if anyone has asked this before, but can you write skz with big chested!fem reader? I absolutely love your work!!

ok so i have a request in the works including big tiddy gf with Han so you can read that for a fic blatantly including it lol (it should be out in a few days) but for now I'll write you little drabble about them :3 this is super self indulgent so thank you 😼& i'm happy you enjoy my stuff :') <3

OT8 x Big Chested fem!Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~700

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader with big boobies: no other body type is described, suggestive but also like 1 mention of nsfw

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Certified Titty Sucker(s)™

the ones you can shut up by literally flashing him. but its only gonna make him drop to his knees in front of you so he can beg you to let him touch ("Let me at 'em" -Han)

the picture i had in mind was one of them (hyunjin specifically lol) just like laying on top of you with a nipple in his mouth and his other hand grabbing as much of the other boob as he can. maybe he's just come home after a long day and needs the comfort of his titties in his mouth. or maybe he's still inside of you, cockwarming after you both came, and he's calming himself down by mindlessly sucking one of your nipples

Hyunjin & Han (honorable mentions: Chris and Lix)

Biggest Babies

probably the kind to casually lay on them like theyre pillows the most out of all the boys. i could see him coming home from having a bad day and asking you to cuddle with him, so he lays you flat on your back and rests his cheek against your boobs as he looks up at you and rants about his day.

The ones who will literally pout and get teary-eyed if you ban them from your boobs for any amount of time. Maybe they marked you up when you told them not to or they just did something to make you mad so you put them in "Boob Time Out." The one's the most hurt about it and will cry and beg and grovel for you to take it back.

Hyunjin, Seungmin, Han, Changbin

Handsy Ones

would be the type to casually grope you randomly throughout the day. i specifically picture these guys as being the type of boyfriend who will sit on the bed while you get changed nearby, and the second your shirt and/or bra is off he just drags you close to him and shoves his face between your boobs. not like sexually per se but its so warm and he finds so much comfort in squishing his face between them. makes you literally fight to get him off you could try to put the new shirt on over his head to make him get off and he probably wouldnt budge 😭 he just sits there even more comfortable because now he's covered like a blanket LMFAO

Seungmin, Felix, Jeongin (honorable mention: Minho)

"No Shame"

the type who, if he's angry or jealous enough, will grope you in broad daylight. he wont do it for everybody's eyes but will specifically make sure the person that offended him can see it but nobody else can.

also very blatantly gropes you in front of the other members. for some (cough Jeongin cough) its an ego thing, but for the others its just the confidence that they feel because they know they're allowed and they just do not care that the others are 2 feet away

Han & Jeongin, Minho

Casual Enjoyers

these guys love your boobs to death (maybe not as much as Han) but they love them rather quietly. they dont outright tell you how much they love them and, if you aren't paying close enough attention, their love for them will go unnoticed

the ones who consciously care the most about your boobs' health. im not saying the others dont, but these guys will show their love for them by caring about their health specifically. they make sure you get the highest quality bras and does research for + buys you any oils that will give him an excuse are good for massages so on particularly achy days, you don't have to worry much about it.

also very easy to notice how much they love them when they drool and stare holes into them when you wear revealing clothes

Chris, Minho, Lix

[adonis-koo]

wicked • 18

↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader

↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut

Word Count: 12k

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tags: oral (f), tiddie sucking…love kink?, teasing, vaginal fingering, begging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting (yeah…), soft dom!kook, loss of virginity, penetrative sex, it doesn’t fit, but only for a moment, size kink,  possessiveness, multiple positions, slight spanking, corruption kink if you squint, creampies (wrap it before you tap it, condoms don’t exist in this au so…yknow)

Note: this chapter was not supposed to be so horny but the brain insisted 💅

Chapel bells could be heard, a somber cry of the hazy day ahead, you sniffled trying to get the smell of ash out of your nose, squinting as you glanced through the cracked tent, the sky tinted and hazy.

You didn’t remember the sun looking quite that color, it was distorted from normal, another bell chimed and you could hear the camp from even this distant, a crackle of the fire and a sob.

“Focus!” Baba Enàir slapped the stick in front of your desk making you jump.

“Sorry Baba.”

“You can say sorry to all the folks who rely on your hands to save their kin,” Her eyes glowered down at you, “As for me, you will do good and well to pay attention.”

Your lips twitched as you stared down at your desk, eyes slowly squinting into a glare before briefly glancing behind her once more towards the open flap of the tent where you watched the girls, hands all joined skipping in a circle.

“Why can’t I be excused?” 

Baba Enair’s eyes followed yours as she sighed, perhaps taking pity on you, though if she did her eyes didn’t show it. 

“You are the Princess of Eunoia, the people look to you for hope, not the court girls.” Baba Enair replied, “Your dryad blood allows you to heal in a way other girls cannot, that other people cannot. It isn’t fair, but it’s for the war, the amount of lives you can save alone compares to ten of the court girls. It’s imperative that your skill is honed. Now focus once more.”

You sighed, you had heard the same reason again and again, one day you hoped it would finally mean something to you though, today however, was not that day.

Regardless of how you felt, you stuck your hands back into the moon water, a small beautiful red fish, evidentially dying as it struggled to swim around. 

You closed your eyes.

“Now start your three part breath, calm your mind.” Baba Enair instructed.

You took a deep breath from your stomach, slowly expanding it to your chest and then your throat, finally letting it exhale, after a few more breaths you began to speak.

“Ni esta- upon I cemen, eless- mama na- laiva,” 

“Louder.” Baba Enair commanded.

“Let your coiv- mauime- celusse minna -yes’s eala-“ you winced as you yanked your hands from the water, the water boiling and your lips parting, feeling a piece of your heart crack at the fish, no longer swimming, but floating.

Your eyes watered as your lips trembled, you wanted him to have a peaceful passing, but all you caused was pain…

Baba Enair slapped the stick on your table, “You were too fast, too hasty! Rushing your studies will only make them last longer. Save your tears child, you will have much to cry for if you cannot even heal a fish.”

Your eyes only closed letting the tears stream down your face, the scene shifted, the tent no longer over you, but the sky above.

Thick with clouds of ash and the fire raged on, the sickening smell of death in the air, people groaning in agony and cries of mourning.

“How could you let him die you bitch! He was only a child!”

Your mouth was ajarred as you took an unsteady step back, “I’m- I’m sorry but I tried everything-“ the tent behind you being prepped for the fire, there laid a boy no older than four, a head wound that he had accidentally reopened when he fell down, attempting to play with his friend.

Blood was everywhere, even now covering your hands as tears gathered in your eyes, “I’m sorry.”

The older mother only glared as if you were nothing more than a speck of dirt under her shoe, “You’ve no right to cry!” She screamed out, reaching out as she grabbed your hair making you yelp, “You are no princess of this country! You are nothing! The dryads have abandoned your veins!” 

Guards had already pulled her off but she made sure to shove you down, gravel digging into your palms as sharp jagged pain entered your body.

Tears dripped down your nose as you heard the woman scream and cry, throwing curse words your way only for her voice to be guided elsewhere as her son’s body was carried out of the tent.

Placed into a bag but it was evident he was in there, you glanced at the large bonfire, cowardly. You looked back at the ground, unable to watch them toss his body in.

You heard her wails and cries as the fire burned bright.

And suddenly, it was surrounding you, suffocating you as you cried out, the plead of a child, the skin melting from your hands and-

You gasped, sweat dripping from your body as you sat up in bed, wincing as if something of ash still lingered in your lungs, coughing you grabbed the water carafe from your nightstand, pouring a drink.

Leaning your back against your bed board, it was just a dream…you took a shaky breath, attempting to close your eyes,

‘blood covering your face, skin hanging and cartilage visible’

Your eyes shot back open upon being greeted with Di Jin’s dead face.

It had already been difficult to go to sleep, his cold dead face showing up every time you closed your eyes, or in your dreams once you had finally slept. Tonight had been different though, different difficulties deciding to present themselves this time.

All better forgotten nonetheless.

It had only been two days, and yet, it felt as if no time had passed at all, slowly you peeled the covers off yourself, shivering as you grabbed your nightgown cover, putting the long sleeve on as you walked to the door.

The room suddenly felt too closed in, too suffocating, you needed air.

Opening the door, you were greeted with your personal knight Yoongi, his injuries still healing, but he was doing far better than you.

When the unfortunate event of Di Jin and Seohyun showed up, Yoongi had shown up the morning after, bruised and battered, the entire operation of the tower being sieged a guise to bait him out and even better if it killed him, and worst of all it worked. 

Well, the bit to draw him out, but evidently he was still very much alive.

“Your Highness?” Yoongi raised his brows a little, not surprised to see you up, but a little concern evident in his eyes.

“I wish to go for a walk.” Your voice was a quiet croak, shaky even.

“Of course.” Yoongi replied.

“Can it be…as if I were by myself?” Your lips turned into a small frown.

Yoongi gave you a weak smile, “You won’t even notice me.” 

You nodded before walking past him, a little ways ahead before you could only assume he melded into the shadows, trailing behind unseen but still within a safe distance.

The corridors were empty, save for a few guards who bowed for you before giving you no grief, everyone looked at you differently though. 

It was evident in their eyes, the way they all warily kept a distance. 

Once upon a time, you had gotten used to your title, the Bitch of Eunoia.

But now they had all taken to calling you something different, something new, the Blood-Devoured Bitch. It was a hybrid name, both of Penumbrian and Eunoian background, sickening and yet flattering all the same, it suited you, you supposed.

Stepping out into the courtyard you innately shivered, ice cold air penetrated easily past your cover, wrapping your arms around yourself you took a big breath of air.

It’s crisp cool entered your lungs like new life, and for a moment you felt better.

Sitting down on the bench you curled into yourself, and suddenly the weight of your soul felt heavy again, you were so tired. A type of tired that sleep would not make go away.

Staring at the moon, you let its light be your only comfort, surely better days would come.

Jungkook couldn’t describe his level of worry for you, you had woken up physically fine, a minor wound to your chest where Di Jin had attempted to kill you. But you yourself were not fine.

You looked haunted, any food put in front of you was left untouched, and even if you did eat, you were unable to keep anything down.

Jungkook thought once Wheein was safe, things would get better. But it was clear to him this was hardly the case and what made it worse was you were isolating yourself now, refusing to talk to him or anyone else.

Wheein had desperately wanted to see you but Jungkook firmly sent her back to Skol demanding she take some time to herself, being in the dungeon for the last three weeks was no good for anybody mentally, especially her.

Meanwhile he was left to pick up the pieces of whatever had happened at the estate, and it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. 

He felt horrible, he wanted you to go to the estate because he thought it was safe, but as it turns out, he nearly sent you to your death. He hadn’t pushed the topic with you, left you alone if you didn’t respond.

He just wanted you to be okay, it pained him seeing you like this. 

You felt unreachable, and it made him feel as if he was literally losing his mind.

But tonight was Sunday, the day the family gathered together for dinner, Jungkook’s hopes were low but he could only hope that you would show up, he was worried and even more so at a loss of what to do, or if he could do anything at all.

You killed Di Jin. 

The Eunoian Princess, who had sworn an oath to never kill, who came from a pacifistic nation, who had divine dryad blood running through her veins, killed someone. 

And Jungkook knew you wouldn’t listen to him, it mattered not that you did it in self defense, it didn’t change the fact that you still broke your oath. Dinner had been quiet, nobody talking and this was to be expected, after all, everyone almost murdered your hand maid, you almost died, and then not only killed Di Jin, the kings oldest and dearest friend, but also Seohyun, Jungkook’s old fiancé.

Guards had gone to the estate to clean up the mess only to find her mangled body, torn apart by a wolf- namely yours.

Perhaps it wasn't directly you, but it mattered not, you would still take the guilt.

The doors opened and Jungkook straightened in his seat, you gave a short courtesy before taking your seat next to him, your eyes looked sunken in and it was evident you hadn’t slept a single night. 

Jungkook could feel it clawing at his chest with the urge to do something, anything, but he knew all too well this would be something you would have to reconcile with yourself, in your own time.

Dinner was quiet and his uncle and aunt only murmured conversation, Jungkook could only let out a quiet sigh as he lifted his goblet to his lips, wine almost never solved his problems but it did help him relax. 

“Yes, apparently a wild pack of dogs attacked Vail yesterday,” Jeong Dae’s voice was quiet, Areum’s eyes on him as she took a sip of her wine.

Their voices were the only one’s at the table that have yet to talk, after all they had always managed to keep the conversation going in these awkward events.

You were twirling your soup in its bowl, having not attempted to eat, eyes strictly somewhere between the table and your food.

“Well there needs to be more guards posted in the outer district’s now that this whole assassin business is finished,” Areum replied, leaning back in her chair, “They had four fatality’s which could’ve been prevented with adequate soldiers number’s.”

“Or perhaps we just need better soldiers,” Jeong Dae mused, “Perhaps our War Matron should make her return.”

You finally gathered a spoonful of your soup, watching the steam rise from it’s surface before you pushed it into your mouth. Jungkook wasn’t trying to stare, but it was difficult to look away when you were having to force every drop of broth down.

Areum scoffed, “Unless war is on the horizon I would rather rot. There was only one guard there, and he was passing through on his patrol.” 

You gathered another spoonful, looking at it once more as if having to mentally prepare yourself. 

“Is a shame though,” Jeong Dae sighed, “It was an absolute mess when I arrived, blood everywhere, one of the poor lad’s had his throat ripped out-”

A loud cough cut off the conversation, all eyes on you as you grabbed your mouth, lurching in your seat as if attempting to not vomit, “Excuse me.” You didn’t even so much as wait for a reply, shoving yourself out of your chair and promptly exiting. 

Jungkook was immediately pushing himself out of his chair, not even saying a word as he quickly followed after you. You probably didn’t want to see him, but he simply couldn’t stand watching you like this. 

He needed to do something, anything. 

“Y/n!” He called out as you rushed down the hall. 

You shook your head as you took a sharp left, going down the stairs towards the cellar, Jungkook quickly stepping down the stairs as he called your name once more. 

It was dark and only candles lit the air, dust could be seen if one got too close, walls of wine and dry goods stored as you turned the corner of a storage wall, weaving towards the very back where surely no one would go. 

Jungkook quickly followed behind, turning the last corner of the storage wall before he sighed out, a dead end with you at the last wall, back still turned but your sobs evident, hands covering your eyes as you tried to regain your breath but struggling to do so. 

It came out in choked wheezes as you coughed and gagged, struggling to calm yourself down, flashes of blood, images of flesh and gore, no matter how many times you washed out your mouth, you could still taste it. 

Raw flesh going down your throat. 

Jungkook finally stopped at your back, unable to find any words, he could only pull you to face him, and he hated it, how it always seemed your face was filled with tears more than smiles, “I can’t get it out!” 

You felt like a helpless child all over again, unable to help yourself let alone anyone else, but you felt so lost, you didn’t know what to do, you had all of these new feelings, all of these new sins you had to carry. 

You let out another sob as Jungkook pulled you in, and you could do nothing but collapse against him as you cried, “I can’t get the taste out! No matter- wh-what I eat, what I drink, I still taste it!” 

Jungkook only soothing hushed you, pressing his lips on top of your head, “I know.” He ushered softly, “I’m sorry.”

His arms wrapped around you tighter as you cried, resting your head into his shoulder, after a few minutes passed you had finally managed to calm your breath into steady.

“I can’t go back, I can’t undo everything I’ve done, I don’t know what to do anymore,” You tried to not weep but the tears slowly began to trickle back down your cheeks as you lamented, “My whole life i’ve been told I’m supposed to save lives,”

You pressed your hands against his jacket, looking up at him, “So why is it, all I ever seem to do is take them?” 

Jungkook tenderly cupped your cheeks in his hands, thumbing the tears away as he pressed his forehead against yours, “I can’t speak for all of your past doings, but I can speak for what happened at the estate, your survival was dependent on your ability to defend yourself. You were forced to do what anybody would do.”

You shook your head in remorse, closing your eyes as you stifled a sob, Jungkook tenderly stroking your cheeks as he continued, “Humans are instinctive creatures, though you are part dryad, it seems violence runs in your veins.” 

You sniffled, “That’s terrifying! You should be terrified. Everyone looks at me differently now, certainly you do as well, I killed the woman who was supposed to be your wife!” 

Jungkook sighed, tenderly tracing your jawline with those long fingers of his, “The only thing that truly terrified me? Was when you walked through those gates covered in blood, and I realized I had unknowingly sent you to your death, unable to be there for you, unable to protect you, failing as a husband. That terrifies me.” 

Your lips trembled as Jungkook’s fingers traced down your neck to your collarbone, “But you? I told you to show me all of you, and that I would take you as you are, my words still stand.” His fingers trailed down the center of your chest, stopping at the covered wound, the mark where Di Jin had attempted to make his finishing blow. 

“How could I be afraid of someone I love?” It was nothing louder than a whisper. 

It caused your gut to wrench as you violently shook your head, “Don’t say that, please don’t say that Jungkook.” You immediately escaped his arms, every step you took back Jungkook closed the gap with another forward. 

“I don’t expect it to be requited, you don’t have to say it back Y/n but I’ve went through all stages of grief about it, I can’t change it,” Jungkook wasn’t backing down though, “I am in love with you and everything I thought I knew about love, everything I thought I knew about women, feelings, all of it, you came into my life and taught me that I was a fool to ever assume as much. I love you.” 

“Stop saying it! Please, you don’t mean that, please don’t say it so easily…”

Your back was pressed against the wall as you shook your head, Jungkook standing tall in front you, delicately leaning down, both his forearms on either side of you as he whispered, “I love you Y/n, and you will not dictate to me whether that is the truth or not. My love for you has been anything but easy, don’t discredit how I feel because I’m the first to admit it.”

“You can’t love me,” You whispered, eyes blurring once more as flashes of Seohyun’s mangled body appeared in your vision. 

“Loving you is like loving the sun,” Jungkook replied softly, “Effortless, and if I’m meant to burn in its light, then I'd die happily in doing so. My precious sun, the light of my life. Let me love you, let me take care of you, let me protect you, let me never leave your side again.”

“Jungkook…”

“I failed you, let you leave my side, sent you to the estate. It’s ultimately my own fault, and I’ll spend the rest of my life redeeming myself for it. But please, don’t punish me anymore,” Jungkook’s eyes sombered, a sort of tender plea in them, “I can’t be apart from you anymore, I’ve tried to give you space, time to think, to heal, but just as you need me, I need you. I need you just like the moon needs the sun.” 

You had no words, unable to speak, overwhelmed by so many different feelings, but one thing you knew for certain was that when you looked at Jungkook, you felt at home. You said nothing, only gently laying your forehead in the crook of his neck, arms wrapping around him. 

Trying to drown out the voices, the memories in his warmth, you were so terribly homesick, and Jungkook was surely your only remedy to this. 

His arms wrapped around you in return, holding you tightly as he pressed a kiss against your head, “It’s selfish, but please, don’t deny me, love me, lay with me, we’re married, but I want you to be my wife.”

“Take me back to our bedroom.” You whispered to him, curling into his warmth as you shuddered, trying so hard to not let the vivid grotesque images back into your mind. 

There was nothing quite like the warmth a bath could offer, steaming wafting from heat and dipping your body in made you realize just how chilled you had become throughout the day. Perhaps the best part was sitting perched in your husband’s lap, head laying on his shoulder as he tended to you.

The warmth of the washcloth running along your body, his hands that had easily taken tens if not hundreds of lives tenderly running through your hair as he washed you, he of course didn’t miss the opportunity to feather your neck in kisses. 

“Is this okay?” He whispered in your ear, you nodded wanting nothing more than for him to keep making you forget, you didn’t want to remember anymore. 

Jungkook was still tenderly cleaning you up, lips occasionally going back to your neck with a few gentle kisses and eventually after bathing you both settled in the water, just enjoying one another’s embrace. 

His fingers tracing circles on your back before running down your waist, squeezing your ass for a moment before his hand would return back up your waist, touching you however he wanted, simply because he could. 

It was a comforting gesture, but it was also evident how aroused you both were, every time his hand would dip under the water, it made your body just a little more excited, feeling his hand gripping your flesh tightly, making you shift a little and the first tiniest audible moan escaping your lips. 

You could feel it briefly, his hardened cock resting against his chiseled abdomen, Jungkook’s lips pressed against your neck once more, this time suckling the skin as his other hand trailing down your waist before gripping the other side of your ass. 

A soft moan escaped your lips, making your hips shift, nudging his cock once more making his lips suckle your skin a little harder, he released the skin after a moment, as if not wanting to mark it, “Let me make you feel good, my little sun.”

His fingers digging into your skin, his tongue dragging on your neck, “Please.” You ushered out a small moan. 

Jungkook’s hand’s suddenly grabbed your waist, “Hold on,” He said and you didn’t understand for a moment until he suddenly picked you up, bringing you out of the water, grabbing one of the towels from off the stool he laid it out on the bed to not get it wet before dropping you down. 

The fire crackled on, the only light source in the room, leaving it dark and warm, but the silhouette of Jungkook’s body was still very evident, his hard cock even more so as he stood tall in front of your figure. 

You felt so small in comparison in this moment, but it didn’t last long as Jungkook leaned down, “You’re so perfect.” He whispered, lips pressing into yours as if he could sense your anxiousness, your body was so pliable though, having his hovering over you protectively. You moaned into the kiss, body relaxing as one of his hands found your thighs, pushing them apart tenderly as you opened them for him.

Your cunt was throbbing and wet, eager to be touched by him as Jungkook broke the kiss, letting his tongue drag down your throat and to your collarbone before he feathered more kisses, pausing at your breasts. 

Jungkook couldn’t resist wrapping his lips around your left tit, this forced a moan from you, hips shifting in need as a hand steady them, as if telling you to be patient, he traded for your right tit next, moaning softly against your skin as if relishing in it. 

“Jungkook…!” You whined softly, watching the explicit sight, your thighs spreading a little more in need. 

Jungkook’s eyes almost glowed in the dark, that icy blue piercing gaze, hazy and filled with lust as he released your tit from his lips, a small lazy smirk tugging on his lips, “Yes, my love?” 

It felt like knots were forming in your stomach, “Love me, you keep saying it, show me how it feels.” 

Jungkook gave you a small smile, “You don’t need to ask me twice.” His lips pressed down your stomach and your body was reacting in all the ways he could hope as he made his way down to your hips, tenderly, slowly, licking up every reaction he got before he settled himself between your thighs. 

Still he seemed to enjoy getting you worked up, lips pressing against your inner thigh making you squirm, your cunt dripping wet as you whined, “Jungkook!” 

His tongue dragged just a little closer to where you wanted it, “What do we say when we want something?” 

“Please…!” 

Jungkook moaned softly as his tongue pressed against your cunt making you let out a moan of relief, his hot wet tongue mixing with your arousal as he pressed against your little opening before dragging it up your slit, right where you wanted it. 

You moaned softly as his tongue pressed against your clit, you shifted onto your forearm, your other hand reaching down to bury in his wet dark locks of hair, his tongue swirling around the tender bud as pleasure shot through your body making your thighs open further for him.

His eyes closed as he moaned against your clit, wrapping his lips around it as if suckling something sweet, it made a sharp whine escape you as you yanked his hair hips lifting for him. 

“Mm Jungkook.” You ushered out softly as his lips parted, tongue lathing against the little bud that had you squirming in pleasure. 

“Relax my love,” Jungkook moaned into your cunt, “Let me make you cum as many times as you please.” 

His fingers snuck down to your cunt as his lips wrapped back around your clit making you whine, his tongue having found a particularly sweet spot that had you grabbing his hair.

His fingers toyed with your little hole at first, letting them get nice and sticky from your arousal before he pushed a digit in, your body immediately reacted, walls clenching around him as a strangled whine left you. 

His lips parted as his tongue lathed your clit, continuously flicking the sweet spot of your bud as you whimpered, your cunt throbbing in pleasure as his finger began to pump inside you, “Relax princess, I got you,” Jungkook’s lidded eyes met yours, and briefly you could see his finger, knuckle deep in your cunt. 

As if noticing this as well a small smirk curled on his lip as he pulled it out, before gathering both his middle and ring finger, pushing it back inside you, it made you wince a little in discomfort, “Shh, give your body to me, I’ll take care of it my love,” Jungkook moaned softly, his cock was rock hard at watching you moan and wither beneath him in pleasure.

Your walls clenching tightly around his fingers as he thrusted them inside you, his lips tenderly pressing into your thigh to soothe you as your body slowly relaxed just as he said.

Your hips slowly lifted in sync with his as you whined, Jungkook buried himself back in your cunt once more, tongue lapping at your little clit, getting the exact reaction he had hoped. 

A loud cry escape you, thighs suddenly wrapping around his head just the way he wanted them too, wanting to be suffocated by your cunt and nothing else, his fingers immediately began pumping rougher inside you as you whined unable to keep yourself supported anymore as you collapsed back against the bed. 

“Koo! Mmm! Please Koo!” Your words were mumbled and whiny as his tongue viciously swirled and suckled your throbbing bud, his fingers suddenly lifting inside you as if in search for something. 

Pleasure was becoming more consistent, more intense as Jungkook's moan vibrated against your clit and his fingers pushing all the way inside you as they lifted once more, the pleasure that suddenly snapped through your body was indescribable, a loud whimper escaping you. 

His name came in shambled shorter variations as you whined and moaned, your walls rapidly squeezing around his fingers as he kept thrusting into the same spot again and again.

Jungkook kept lapping at your clit, finding that sweet spot once more as you withered beneath him, back arching as your mind blurred with pleasure, “Oh..! Oh god, please! Yes! Mmm!” 

Your voice echoed throughout the bedroom loudly as fits of moans  escaped your mouth, lips parted at just how good you felt, “Cum for me, cum all over my fingers sweetheart,” Jungkook moaned before his lips parted against your clit, lazily rubbing into that little spot as his fingers ruthlessly rubbed into that spot inside you. 

And you did. 

Your walls rapidly wrapped around his fingers as he kept shoving them inside you, his tongue attached to your bud, milking your orgasm as unholy noises escaped your lips, mixtures of thanks, of his name, cries to the empty sky. 

It just kept going, the pleasure only heightened as you squealed out, hands digging into his hair as his tongue swirled over your clit, fingers refusing to stop as they hit that same spot inside you over and over again. 

It had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your thighs trembling as you completely gave your body up to him, relaxing into the building sensation inside your cunt as your walls kept squeezing around his fingers, his tongue not stopping on your clit as he suckled it once more. 

His tongue finding just the right spot as it all spiked once more, your moans were shaky and cried out as blind pleasure washed over you once more, cumming all over his fingers but not only that liquid suddenly spewing lewdly from your little hole. 

“Fuuck,” Jungkook moaned, lifting your hips suddenly as his fingers abused your little entrance, hitting that spot over and over again as your body withered against him, “Such a good girl.” 

His fingers finally pulled out of your cunt, your thighs trembling as he set you down, moaning as he kissed your thighs, hands dragging against your waist, “Fuck, I want you so bad sweetheart, wanna fill you up, wanna feel you cum all over my cock.” 

You were heaving deep breathes, trying to comprehend the pleasure you just experienced, you were hazy still as your hand tenderly combed through his hair, “Then do so…” You gazed at him, hazey and the darkness made it difficult to make out his expression, “You said you wanted me to be your wife, then make me your wife.” 

Jungkook’s gaze shot up to you as you weakly smiled, “I want you to be my husband, but we’ve never consummated it. I want to.” 

Jungkook moaned softly, his cock throbbing as he crawled up to you, arms hovering on either side of you as he stared down at you, “You mean it?” 

“Of course I do,” You whispered, hands creeping up his neck and back to his hair once more, pulling him down for a kiss that he would never deny you. 

Jungkook moaned softly into the kiss before he broke it, pressing a kiss against your neck, “It’ll hurt,” He whispered, “But I’ll make sure it doesn’t last long.” 

Jungkook shifted you further up the bed as he sat on his knees, between your thighs as you parted them for him, feeling nervous, but you felt so safe with him, you wanted him, craved him. Jungkook’s fingers brushed over your cunt, puffy and wet as you shuddered. 

His hand was soaked in your arousal as before he wrapped it around his cock, just as big and fat as you remembered. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he pumped his cock in his hand, it made you feel shy as you shifted beneath him. 

“Are you sure?” He murmured, you nodded. 

Grabbing your thighs he pulled you closer to him before he grabbed his cock once more, rubbing the fat weeping head of his cock against your cunt as you let out a shaky exhale, you knew he was big but…he was really big compared to you.

Just the size of his head was nearly as big as your cunt itself, “Jungkook I don’t…-”

“It’ll fit.” He reassured, a little amused, pulling the head of his cock to your little entrance before attempting to push it in. 

You winced in pain as you shifted, you weren’t sure how you expected this to go, it really wasn’t something you had ever fantasized about. But the first attempt was lackluster due to the fact that he indeed was not getting it in.

Jungkook’s nose wrinkled, “Ugh fuck. Hold on,” He whispered, shifting a little more, setting your thighs a top of his a little more, lining his cock back up to your entrance as he pushed once more. 

He pushed the fat head of his cock against your entrance once more, this time however, you let out a yelp, the sensation almost burning as you shifted in discomfort against him, “Ah…! Fuck that hurts.” You let out a weak whine, biting down on your lip hard. 

And it did, all you could focus on was how much it ached and burned having your walls pushed open by something so large and foreign.

Jungkook leaned down, arms on either side of you as he pressed feathery kisses into your neck, “I’m sorry, my love,” His whisper was strained, “Just let yourself relax, it won’t last long.” He let out a slight shaky moan as he pushed himself just a little deeper inside you.

You tried to let yourself relax as much as possible, but your brows were still pinching together and it was difficult for it to not hurt when he was just really that big. 

Jungkook suddenly pulled out of you making you sigh in relief, Jungkook pressed another comforting kiss against your neck as he pushed the head of his cock back inside, only this time, it wasn’t nearly as painful, a little discomfort of having something foreign inside your body. 

But it wasn’t nearly as bad, Jungkook’s muscles were completely tensed and his breath was shaky as he buried his face into your neck with a moan, “Fuck sweetheart, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me.” 

Jungkook his deep raspy words in your ear made your walls squeeze around him, making him push a little deeper inside you as you let out a soft whine, shifting your hips as if trying to take more of him. 

Jungkook could feel this, immediately pushing his cock deeper inside you, “Oh my god,” He whispered, “Fucking perfect, perfect cunt, perfect body, perfect for me. Look at that little cunt, taking me so well.” 

You whined at his hips thrusting a little, as if testing the water’s, “Koo…mmm!” Your eyes snapped shut at feeling his cock splitting your walls open, hitting all the right places.

Jungkook moaned as his hips slowly began to thrust, his cock still not fully inside you but with each thrust it got a little closer, “Feels so warm, so little, fuck, keep wrapping around me like that love.” 

His shaft rubbed right into that sweet spot that had you moaning, legs wrapping around his waist, your cunt felt so full and yet wanted so much more, Jungkook’s hips were becoming a little faster, “Such a perfect cunt, mine. All mine.” There was a hint of possessiveness in his words. 

Your hands dug in his hair, “All yours.” You whimpered out quietly as your body started jolting, his hips becoming rougher at the words, “Your cunt, yours.” 

Jungkook let out a rough moan, deep and raw as if those words made him all hot and bothered, “Fuck yeah it is,” He suddenly growled in your ear, “You’re my fuckin’ wife, my cunt to play with, my cunt to make cum again and again. Mine.” 

You suddenly whimpered at feeling his cock going deeper inside you, your eyes shutting as you moaned for him, knowing he wanted to hear them, knowing how much he liked to see you in pleasure, “Mmm! Like that.” 

“Oh? Like this?” He smirked against your skin as he thrusted particularly harsh, his cock going deep inside you once more, your walls rapidly clenching around him as you moaned, nails dragging against his back. 

“What about this?” He murmured in your ear, pushing his hips all the way until they met yours, his cock completely buried in your warm little cunt as you shakily moaned, eyes squeezing shut at how deep he was inside, how thick and fat his cock was, completely splitting open your walls. 

“Mmm fuck, yeah.” You ushered softly, creaming all over his cock, arousal coating it as your walls squeezed around him, you had finally found heaven, it was Jungkook buried inside your cunt. 

Jungkook moaned as well, feeling how tight your walls squeezed around him in pleasure, as if suddenly starved Jungkook grabbed your thigh, bringing it over his shoulder as his hips shifted, rapidly thrusting into you as you yelped in surprise. 

But pleasure was immediately blooming side you, his shaft rubbing all the right spots, balls slapping against your skin as you whimpered for him, “Oh! Right there, yeah! Yes, god…!” 

Jungkook moaned, “Fuck yeah, squeeze around me baby, know you wanna cum on it, cum all over this fat cock, gonna fill you up until your dripping.” 

Your hips lifted with his, moaning at how good it felt, his cock roughly dragging in and out of you, pushing your walls open with each thrust, “Mmm wanna cum all over it.” 

Jungkook moaned, thrusting particularly hard this time making you whine before he suddenly shifted, letting go of your thigh as he suddenly sat up right, but dragging you with him, his cock pulling out of you as you whined. 

Thighs trembled and uncertain of this new position as Jungkook sat you in his lap, immediately grabbing his cock as he pushed it back inside you, except you were a little awkward, “Mm Koo I don’t-”

“Like this love.” Jungkook moaned, grabbing your hips as he lifted them, this new position made you feel him in an entirely new way, your lips parting as an involuntary moan escaped you, trying to mimick the way his hips guided you. 

Sliding down his cock as you moaned, feeling how deep he was inside you, your walls rapidly clenched, Jungkook’s hands tightened around your ass, “Fuck yeah sweetheart, can feel you wrapping around it, cum.” His head suddenly dove down, lips parting on your right tit as he suckled it harshly making you cry out, walls clenching around him as you lowered your hips all the way down. 

Your arousal dripping on his balls as he lifted you, fucking you on his cock as you whined pathetically, not of much use when he fucked you like this, his lips suckled your tit harshly once more, “Cum,” He growled, his hand suddenly smacking your right ass cheek making you yelp. 

Your body however, loved that feeling of pain, your cunt squeezing around his cock as he roughly bounced you on it, “Like that? Like getting spanked sweetheart?” Jungkook grinned deviously, suddenly smacking your ass even harder, your body reacting to it as your walls clenched harder around him. 

“Mmm! M’ gonna cum..Koo!” You whimpered out, all the sensations overwhelming you as Jungkook continued to bounce you on his cock, pushing you deeper on him as he smacked your ass once more, this time hitting just under the cheek, the pain mixed with the pleasure as you moaned loud, walls squeezing rapidly around his cock. 

Your lips parted as you came all over his fat shaft, being bounced roughly as Jungkook moaned, “Fuck yeah, thats it princess,” Jungkook moaned, wrapping his around around your waist as he laid back on the bed, bring you with him a top as his hips lifted, rapidly thrusting up inside you, this orgasm was much deeper, more powerful as he continued to bottom out inside you making sure he was completely buried inside you.

“Fuck my love, that’s it.” Jungkook ushered a moan, you felt it before you heard it, something indescribably warm shooting deep inside your cunt, “Mm that’s it, take it like the good girl you are.” 

You let out the tiniest whine, burying your head in his shoulder as he let out a deep sigh of contentment, relishing in his orgasm, how long had he imagined holding you like this?

His lips tugged into a lopsided smile as his eyes opened, looking at you as if you were the only thing in the world, as if in deep admiration, love.

You supposed that look in his eyes, could only be described adequate as love, “My goddess,” He mused, fingers trailing your face, his hand trailed down your side before grabbing your hand, the skin discolored in large patches. 

Jungkook pressed his lips against the palm before tenderly planting a kiss on each finger, the gesture was so full of love it made your eyes fill with tears that did not shed, his lips pressed against your wrist, “The love of my life, I know I cannot change the past,”

Jungkook laid you both on your side as he wrapped his arm around you, “But we will get through this together.”

You weren’t sure what it was, the earnest look in his eyes, the pure devotion in his voice, but you believed him, you wholeheartedly believed him, “We will.” You whispered back, leaning in to press your lips against his.

It was filled with nothing but sweetness, tenderly pressing over yours as he let out a soft moan, his hand finding its home around your neck, not squeezing but simply holding it, “My wife.” He moaned against the kiss, “My beautiful wife. I don’t think there will ever be a day I don’t love you. Sleep, and if you wake, I’ll be here to hold you.” 

Sleep did not come easily, Jungkook had managed to get you both under the warm covers, scaring off whatever little coldness that had tickled your skin, the last hour before he fell asleep had been silent, his fingers tracing circles against your back, enjoying one another's warmth. 

You had eventually fell asleep but dreams you could not remember had plagued you back awake, your eyes were tired but you could see blue light streaming in from the window, it wouldn’t be long before your day would begin. 

Still, you laid dozing off enjoying your Jungkook who hadn’t let go of you the whole time, skin to skin contact soothing, you had rolled onto your stomach, letting the weight of his body near on top of you soothe your eyes back shut. 

Shifting a little to get comfortable this must have accidentally awoke him as you felt a gentle kiss press on your shoulder a sleepy groan escape his lips, “How long have you been awake?” He mumbled, his voice quiet, deeper and raspier than normal. 

“...Not too long, I’ve woken up multiple times though.” You whispered, keeping your eyes shut as you felt his hand slowly stroke your waist. 

You would never say it out loud, but you could definitely get use to being petted like this.

“You should’ve woke me up,” Jungkook pressed another kiss against your skin, this time your neck, “Let us lay together in silence.” 

“We could be laying in silence right now.” You offered a tiny tired smile though you weren’t sure he could see it. 

“We could.” Jungkook murmured, his lips pressing onto your neck once more, this time parting as his tongue tenderly lapped over your skin, the act itself made your breath hitch, body stirring as you tilted your head, letting him have more access to your skin. 

You kept your eyes closed, allowing him to give you open mouthed kisses over your neck, not too long in each spot to be mindful of marking, his tongue delicately tracing over each patch just enough to tease. 

It seemed he finally got what he wanted out of you, a tiny moan as he shifted you both, now spooning you, your bare ass promptly snug against his hard cock, his lips suckling the skin of your neck as his hand snaked over your waist, grabbing a handful of your tit as he pinched your nipple. 

You whined as you rubbed back against him a little, this made his hand immediately grab your hip, squeezing it to stay still before it hooked over your thigh to lift it, your cunt glossy and wet, dried cum staying your thighs no doubt. 

Your face felt hot and flush and suddenly the covers that had kept you warm were like an inferno, Jungkook shifted, grabbing his cock as he let his fat weeping head rub along your puffy slit. 

A small breath escaped you as he rubbed it over your sensitive clit before back to your little entrance, and then pushing it in, your brows pinched together in discomfort, his size still big for your body to adjust too. 

“Shhh,” He whispered against your neck, moaning softly as his hips started thrusting, his cock pushing further inside you as you whined, “Fuck, can’t believe this pussy is all mine,” Jungkook ushered quietly, “Mine to fuck, mine to love, mine to cum inside. Mine.” 

You moaned against the pillow, your walls squeezing tight around his cock as he thrusted further inside you before pushing all the way in, his shaft rubbing just the right way inside you, “Mmm, Jungkook.” You moaned quietly. 

You could feel his wicked smirk on your skin, hips suddenly thrusting rough up into you, his cock throbbing as his balls smacked against your skin, “Moan my name, only mine. Want everyone to hear, to know how good I fuck you.” 

You bit down on your lip at his hips thrusting at a steady but rough pace, each time pulling almost out of you only to shove all the way back in, the fat head of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you each time. 

“That's right sweetheart, cream all over it, wanna feel this pretty little cunt cum all over my cock,” Jungkook moaned in your ear, that deep rasp in his voice had your clit throbbing and your walls wrapping around him as you whined. 

Overwhelmed by how big he was, how good it felt you nearly cried out at the feeling of his cock pulling out of you, your muscles tensed as your eyes snapped open at being robbed of your pleasure. 

Jungkook had a sleepy smirk on his face as he sat upright against the headboard, pulling the covers off to reveal his fat, proud cock, glossy with your arousal as he offered you a hand, “Come sit on your throne my goddess.” 

Your body felt hot in all kinds of ways as you took his hand before slowly crawled to him, Jungkook however manhandled you to sit on his lap, your back pressing into his chest as he pried your thighs apart, the position was all too familiar as you whined. 

“Jungkook…!” 

“Remember what I said last time?” Jungkook pressed a long kiss against your neck, shifting you as he grabbed his cock, gleaming coated in your arousal as he pushed the head back inside you, an audible moan from you echoing in the room as you watched in arousal and horror at how much he was splitting your cunt. 

Your body could do nothing but sink down on it, whines and whimpers escaping you once again at just how thick his cock was, finally meeting the base as your body rested against his, Jungkook however had different plans, grabbing your thighs to lift them a little as he suddenly starting thrusting. 

His fast pace took you off guard as you gurgled a moan, eyes unable to look at anything except his cock pulling in and out of your cunt, covered in slick arousal as you felt his shaft squeezing past your soft warm walls each time, hitting up into your sweet spot that had you moaning. 

“You like watching?” Jungkook grinned, a breathy moan escaping him as his chin rested on your shoulder, eyes hazy as he watched his cock push all the way inside you, “Like being made to take this big fat cock while being made to watch.”

Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut at how hard your walls suddenly clenched around him, taking everything in him to not cum this very moment, “You’re so fucking little,” He groaned, fingers digging into your thighs, “Love feeling that pretty little cunt wrap around me, heh yeah like that fuuck.” 

His fingers found your clit rubbing them as you yelped out, walls rapidly clenching around him in a feeling that he was quickly starting to familiarize himself with, it made his cock throb in pleasure as he lifted once more, shifting you both a little so you laid back more against his chest, thrusting harder and faster this time as he pressed your clit between his fingers. 

“Mmph! Koo-! Fuck, ah! Yes! Oh god, like that, please! Please!” Moans escaped you incohesively, surrendering your body to him as he fucked you roughly, hips snapping up into yours, his cock stretching out your walls each time. 

Jungkook’s fingers toyed with your throbbing clit, “Thats it, moan, let them know who’s taking care of this pretty pussy, who’s filling you up with cock right now,” His hips drilling into you as he watched his cock snap in and out of your cunt each time, “Look, watch.” He growled in your ear. 

Your eyes opened as you moaned, your cunt puffy and wet, stretching for him with more ease now than before, Jungkook’s hips slowed down, “You like watching yourself get fucked?” 

Your throat felt dry and your body hot as his hips sensually moved, slower, deeper, making sure you felt every thrust of his hips as his cock buried deep in your cunt, “Answer.” 

“Yes,” You stammered, whining a little at his cock burying inside you once more but this time not pulling out immediately after, “Like watching.” You whined quietly. 

Jungkook had a wicked grin on his lips, “You like it? Being fucked by the wicked prince?” His thrusts were short, keeping his cock as deep inside you as he could, your walls clenched at the short snapped sensation, “Like it when I cum deep inside this pretty virgin cunt of yours?”

Pleasure was building rapidly in your body, your walls squeezing tightly around him each time, watching his long thick fingers rub into your clit, finding that sweet little spot that had you gasping a whine.

“Yes, yeah, fuck, mmm! Fuck Koo, gonna…!” Your body was contorting as his cock pushed all the way inside you once more.

“I remember that little mouth of yours our wedding night, remember wanting nothing more then to bend you over and stuff you full of cock,” Jungkook moaned, hips becoming sloppy, thrusts uneven, some slow, some rough, “Fuck you so hard all you’d be able to do was thank me. But look at you now.” 

Jungkook smiled against your shoulder, “My pretty wife letting me fuck her tiny little cunt, letting me ruin the little virgin dryad princess. Fuck yeah, that’s it, cum all over it my love. Cum all over this cock.”

You were moaning so loud, surely people out in the halls could hear, and it only turned Jungkook on further, his cock buried inside you with the need to make sure you kept moaning, needing others to hear, to know that you were his. 

His thrusts were short, keeping buried deep in your cunt as his fingers kept rubbing into the sweet spot of your clit, your walls rapidly clenching around his base as he buried into you once more before you came. 

Jungkook let out a loud moan as your walls squeezed him so tight he was unable to thrust, pleasure was contorting in every part of your body as you came all over his cock just as he wanted, your clit throbbing in pleasure as Jungkook tenderly rubbed into it, milking every last bit of pleasure he could.

“God I love the way your cunt wraps around me,” He murmured, eyes tightly shut at the sensation, what he had dreamed of for so long now, the feeling of your cunt squeezing tight around him, begging to be filled with his cum. 

The feeling was still foreign, having something warm and slightly sting as it roped inside you, his hands squeezing your thighs tight as he came, moaning softly in your shoulder, you both were heaving breathes.

Jungkook pressed a flutter of light kisses against your neck, fingers tracing your thighs, is fingerprints still prominent in them, “So that’s what you meant…” 

“Hm?” Jungkook hummed out, nose nudging your neck in a loving manner, his fingers tracing over the skin that was slowly discoloring. 

“You…once told me bruising could be attractive, is this what you meant?” You whispered, voice raspy a little humored. 

You could feel the tiny smile on your neck, “Maybe. Maybe not, do you find it attractive?” 

“Do you?” 

Jungkook’s fingers continued to trace over the marks, “When they’re mine,” He pressed a kiss against the shell of your ear, “They’re the most attractive.”

You had gotten distracted though, his cock slipping out of you and cum oozing from your entrance you squirmed in discomfort, your face felt warm at the lewd sight.

“Mmm, that’s even more attractive though,” Jungkook moaned softly, his index finger scooping it back up before pushing it back in making you squirm.

“Jungkook…!” You whined out, immediately closing your legs.

He chuckled as he pressed a kiss against your head, “Let me grab a washcloth and get you cleaned up.” 

Jungkook shuffled you out of his lap before standing up with a groan, grabbing his undershort that had never gotten worn last night as he put them on, grabbing a washcloth from the stool, walking back over to bed where you had shuffled, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed as you sat naked on his bed.

It didn’t matter if you both had just finished laying together and his cum dripped between your thighs. 

Jungkook looked down at you for a long moment before a smile curled on his lips, “Are you going to let me see?”

“I…can clean myself.” You replied flustered, unable to look at those pretty blue eyes of his. 

“What kind of partner would I be if I made you do that?” Jungkook snorted, grabbing your legs as he pulled you closer, it made you squeak now at the edge of the bed.

You thighs parting only a little for him, but he had quickly made it more as he pulled them further apart, his tongue grazing his lips at the sight before the warm wet cloth dragged over your thighs, his hands were attentive and gentle as he cleaned you up. 

Jungkook had gotten himself halfway dressed and had just gotten your slip on just in time for the timely knock on the door, Taehyun’s voice on the otherside.

Jungkook had allowed him to come in, bowing to you both before going to Jungkook’s wardrobe, “Would you like for me to send for a maid to help the Princess?” Taehyun asked, you could tell he had to have known something was up but obviously not about to ask. 

“No,” Jungkook replied, leaving your side as he walked over to Taehyun, “I’ll help her get ready for the day.” 

Taehyun said nothing more aside from going over the duties Jungkook would need to attend today as he got him dressed, you had fidgeted in bed, eyes glancing at the window as light began to filter in, brighter than usual. 

You would be expected to carry out your duties today as well, the rebuilding of the market had slowed down since winter had approached and Jeong Dae had warned you the building would be very slow in the winter, but to be patient. 

You also had to meet with a few noble houses today to discuss resources once more, just the idea exhausted you. It had been nearly a week since the incident and yet it felt as though a day hadn’t past. 

You hadn’t even noticed when the door had been shut. 

“You’re in your head again.” Jungkook frowned, staring down at you, fully dressed in black today.

“So much has happened since we married,” You frowned as you looked at the window once more, “It’s difficult to not these days.” 

You parted your lips but no words came, uncertain of how to express your feelings, Jungkook patiently waited as he turned away from you walking to your wardrobe, most of your clothes had been taken out, but evidently he had somehow managed to keep most of your winter wardrobe here. 

“I knew it would be difficult, when we married and I would move here, leaving my land behind. I had two years of mental preparation for what may happen,” You sighed softly as you glanced at your hands, flipping them over to look at your discolored palms, “I had mainly prepared myself to be killed here. And yet…somehow, it never occured to me that living might possibly be worse. That living and yet, unable to recognize myself, would be a thousand times worse than death.”

You felt alienated from yourself, perhaps deep down you always knew you were capable of murder, the rage so deep in your bones that certainly it would strike a god down, but to have done it? 

To go against everything your nation stood for? The oath you had so proudly taken as a little girl, your mothers eyes beaming down at you with pride. 

Jungkook set the material out on the bed he had gathered before kneeling down in front of you, gently taking your hands in his, “Or perhaps this is just another side of you, something different, something new, change is uncomfortable. Growth is painful. I remember my first time…” 

Your eyes slowly moved, meeting his as he frowned, “I was nothing more than a child, holding a sword too big, he was a grown man. It was one of our drill sergeants in training, he had despised the Jeon name and had taken to treating me as nothing more then dirt beneath his boots.”

Jungkook sighed, “He had been ruthlessly sparring with me, going as far as kicking me into the ground well past my attempt of surrender. And then he stopped, and just stared at him before laughing, saying I was pathetic, that I’d never live a day in battle. And like that he just turned his back and walked away.” 

Jungkook’s eyes dropped, “I don’t even know what possessed me, but he kept laughing as he called out to his little friend that he was done with the Jeon Scum, suddenly I had unsheathed the dagger in my hand and ran at him.” 

“And?” You whispered out.

Jungkook shrugged, “I don’t remember much of it anymore, I’ve been told I stabbed him over fourteen times though, I was covered in blood by the end of it and I only remember crying in the bathtub while washing myself.” 

Your heart painfully squeezed for him, he couldn’t have been older than ten? Nobody would ever be fit to kill, let alone a child, “Were there consequences?” 

Jungkook shook his head, “Areum had given me a light slap on the wrist, extra watch duty, less rations, things of that nature. But being the prince gave me certain privilege,” He a bitter smile grew on his face, “I think that was the first time my father ever told me he was proud of me. Said I had great promise on the battlefield and that I was meant to rule.” 

“You say it with such disdain.” You frowned. 

Jungkook sighed as he stood up, grabbing the dress he had picked out for you, a purple dress with long thick velvet sleeves, the material was sheer and thin but he had grabbed a thick under slip to pair with it. 

Jungkook pulled the slip over your head, “Do you want my honest words on it?” 

“Of course I do.” You whispered out, eyes meeting his as he pulled the material down. 

“I’ve never had the desire to rule,” Jungkook said it no more than a whisper, “I don’t want the crown, I don’t want to be king.” He ushered it as if it was a crime, but suddenly he looked a little relieved as if this was the first he had ever voiced it, “I don’t want those responsibilities that come with it…”

Jungkook held your dress in his hands as his brows furrowed, “...I don’t want to be like my father.”

He spoke it as if that was the underlying reason, you stood up in front of him before wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him, “You’re nothing like him.” You whispered out, his hands wrapping around you as he squeezed you tight, nose burying in your hair. 

Jungkook broke away only a little as his forehead pressed against yours, “But then I think about you, crown on top of your head, the way you visit the outer districts, redistribute what's left that the royals waste, how you sacrificed something so sacred to you…” His hand grabbed your own, pulling it towards his lips as he pressed a kiss against your palm, “And I think about how you were made to be a queen, and if I were to rule by your side…then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.” 

“Truthfully?” You whispered back, looking up at him with a soft smile, “It doesn’t matter to me, as long as I’m with you.”

Jungkook only smiled, fingers tracing your neck as he gave a flutter of kisses to the palm of your hand before he let go of you, grabbing the gown as he helped you change, tentatively lacing the back of your dress before turning you around. 

A sort of satisfied look on his face as if he had made the right choice, “Leave your hair down today, it looks nice like this.” 

“Jungkook…” You gave him a look, you felt incomplete if you didn’t have your hair braided or styled at all. 

“Indulge me today.” Jungkook replied with a sort of saccharine dripping off his tongue you had never heard before, pulling the velvet gloves over your hands.

You hated how much he had so easily convinced you as you sighed, shaking your head, “Very well, anything else.” 

He nodded walking to your jewelry box once more, “I didn’t say anything, but it didn’t mean that I didn’t notice.” Jungkook walked back over to you, gently grabbing your left hand lifting it up as he held out the large black ring, your wedding ring, “Wear it with pride.” 

Jungkook slid it on your ring finger making you smile as you glanced down at it, you had worn it a few times in the past, but it felt different letting him put it on you.

Your lips slowly fell though, “...I’m not ready for today.” You whispered out, Jungkook had been completely taken you away from your sickening thoughts for the last twelve hours, and soon you would have to return to reality. 

Jungkook frowned as his fingers traced along your neck, “It’ll be over soon my love.” He ushered quietly before leaning in, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips, your eyes closing as you leaned into his warm touch, fingers curling around your throat as you let out the softest moan. 

Jungkook refused to let this go further though, letting his hand drop as he broke the kiss, “If the day gets hard, you know where to find me.” 

Your day had become tones of gray, monotonous without having even realized it, your mind was elsewhere and nobles had looked at you with mixed reactions, some in fear, some in disgust. After all, they had all seen you, seen what you had done, what you were capable of.

You had been hold up in the library the last hour and a half though, reading up on some of the policies for building that had a headache beginning to turn up in your head.

Flipping the page you had went to drink your tea only to find it ice cold, the fire crackled at the far end of the library, but here in the nook you had found it towards the window was cold. 

Time had passed more than you had realized when you found your husband standing at the front of the table, looking at you expectantly. 

You glanced up from your book, “Are you finished with your duties already?” He usually worked later than this.

Jungkook’s nose wrinkled, “I’ve been done for over an hour, it’s nearing seven Y/n.” 

Your eyes widened as you glanced out the window, realizing it was dark outside before you looked back at him, “I’m sorry I didn’t even realize…”

Jungkook rounded the table, fingers dragging to your book before shutting it, “Enough of burying yourself in work.”

You frowned before you glanced up at him, “Do you have something in mind for us then?”

“Dinner,” Jungkook replied with a tilt of his head, “But first come, we should check on Fenrir and…you’ll enjoy the walk.” 

You took the hand he offered you before hooking onto his arm as you both walked down the hall, it was a quiet night but the glances maids and nobles alike didn’t surpass you, the looks never went away. 

You tried your best to ignore them as you entered to the courtyard, lips parting as you both stepped out.

Large fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky, almost shimmering against firelight as they softly landed on the ground, small piles of powder already forming as you looked around, enchanted at the sight, “It’s snowing…!” Your lips twisted into a smile, “I’ve never seen snowflakes so large…” 

Jungkook’s eyes softened on you as he smiled, “I figured so, it’s our first of many snowfall to come this winter. I thought you might like to see it.” 

Jungkook had led you down to the stables but your eyes were still captivated by the sky, filled with little white puffs that gracefully landed onto the ground, a loud whine however brought you back as you frowned. 

“Oh my sweet boy,” You ushered out softly at the sight of seeing Fenrir limp towards you, large tail wagging behind him as you reached out for his face, tenderly rubbing his snout before planting a kiss atop his head, “I’m sorry I haven’t visited you today.” 

“I saw him this morning, I let him loose while watching the guards spar,” Jungkook said, “He’s healing, by the time we travel for Yule he’ll be good as new.” 

He reached out, giving a firm pat to Fenrir’s side, “We’ll be taking him with us?” You glanced back at him in surprise. 

“Wolves will be roaming for food no doubt by the time we leave, it would be most safe to have him with us to scare off any predators.” Jungkook replied with a nod, “...He’s also bound to you, the grief he’d give royal staff would be something I’d never hear the end of from my father.” 

You gave him a guilty smile, “I wouldn’t want to part with him either.” Fenrir had managed to lick your face causing a quiet giggle to escape you as you leaned away from him, lovingly stroking his neck. 

You had gone inside his pen to straighten out his blankets and to pull out one more thicker one, now that it was snowing you were certain the winter nights would be long and cold, you truly did wish the castle would let him stay inside. 

After spending a few minutes with Fenrir you let out a soft sigh, wishing to not have to depart from him so soon, but your duties had kept you all day, and tomorrow would most likely not be much better. 

Fenrir as if sensing this let out a whine, his ears flattening against his head and his tail fell, “Don’t look like that,” You whispered out, your heart aching for him as you rubbed his ears, “I’ll be back tomorrow, and maybe Jungkook will let you out again.”

“We’ll see,” Jungkook replied neutral, “Inside Fenrir.” 

It was a soft command the Fenrir hesitated to listen too, “Inside.” Jungkook repeated more firm making the wolf whine once more as he went back into his pen, making circles before he laid down, another high pitched whine escaping him. 

“I’ll be back soon.” You whispered before kissing his head once more, closing his gate as you tried to not let his whines make you sad. 

Jungkook had extended his elbow out to you once more as you took it, sighing with a frown as you gave the pen one last look, “It’s only a day, he’ll survive.” 

“I still don’t know why we can’t keep him in the castle…” Your words trailed off at the sight ahead. 

A silvery cloaked figured and…Wheein, bundled up in a green cloak, cheeks rosy pink from the chill as you both paused, it hadn’t been fair that you hadn’t even gotten to see her since she had been trialed. 

You had immediately left Jungkook’s side, “Wheein!” 

Tears filling your eyes as she met you halfway, “Y/n! I’m so, so incredibly sorry!” She whispered out as you both embraced, tears of joy, tears of relief, you weren’t sure, but seeing her in person, being able to tightly hug her. 

It had all suddenly rushed in your mind, that what you had committed, why you had done it, it wasn’t just for your own survival, but it was for the survival of someone else, your arms squeezed around her. 

You broke away from her, grabbing her hands in our own as you both looked at one another, Wheein immediately noticing your tiredness, “Are you okay?” She whispered out. 

“You were nearly executed, I should be asking you that.” You frowned. 

“But you…” Wheein couldn’t bring herself to say the words, the silence loud as you looked away from her. 

Your eyes dropped down to her own gloved hands before finally back at her, “You are alive, and so am I. I will be okay…with time.” 

“You should be at home resting with your family Wheein.” Jungkook had decided to step into the conversation, words softly reprimanding.

“I couldn’t stay away any longer, not after everything that has happened. I owe you both my life, and I wanted to give my thanks for all you have done for me. As well as…” Wheein frowned disapprovingly as she turned to the cloaked figure.

Taehyung. 

“I’ve heard about the ill-spoken words.” Wheein stared him down as she let go of her hands, taking a few steps back as she gestured the man over. 

Taehyung frowned, scratching his cheek as he shuffled in front of you, “What I accused you of Princess…I cannot take back my words, but all I can do is ask for your forgiveness.” 

You gaped as he dropped to one knee, bowing his head, “I spoke without thinking and let my emotions get the better of me.” 

“Taehyung…” You whispered softly, true his words had wounded you but you couldn’t entirely blame him, you had no idea what would do if Jungkook was in such a similar situation, “While your words hurt, being upset like that is understandable. We were all afraid of what would happen, I would never hold it against you.”

“Stand up Taehyung,” Jungkook spoke, his eyes not quite as kind as yours but it seemed he had a similar line of thought, “While your words were border treason…” He trailed off, glancing down at you briefly, “If the love of my life was also on death's doors, there’s no telling the hell I would raise. 

“Love of your life?” Wheein squeaked out, clearly embarrassed at the comparison, but it made a soft smile tug on your lips.

Taehyung bowed at this, “I won’t speak out of line again. I still hope to one day serve as your hand Your Highness.” 

Jungkook snorted, “We’ll see about that. Now you need to escort Wheein back-”

“With all do respect,” Wheein spoke up, a small shy smile on her face, “I would like to return from my leave early, I would like nothing more then to be back in service to the Princess once more.” 

Jungkook frowned disapprovingly but you had spoke before he did, “You are always welcomed to return Wheein, your company would be a light that I need right now.”

Jungkook sighed, “Very well, then return to your quarters for the night,” He began walking, pulling you along with him, “And we’ll see you in the morning.”

Snow fell quietly and you could hear the owls trill out, your heart feeling just a little more light, the road ahead would be only just as treacherous, but with Jungkook by your side, and the friends you had made. 

You could only hope it would be enough. 

[dilfl0v3rss]

Hear me outt 🌝 - jealous ony .. and y/n gets a lil lesson

yes yes yesssssss😩

all mine

cw: car sex, public sex!!

word count: 1.8k

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ony isn’t the jealous type, having lots of confidence in your love for him. he trusted you with his life and expected you to do the same with him so if there was an issue that had him feeling a little more possessive then it usually had barely anything to do with you. it was these thirsty ass niggas.

“baby please go sit the fuck down. too damn early for you t’be irritating me.” it was nine in the morning and you decided i’d be fun to give ony a little show in the living room, twerking and singing along to different songs playing on youtube. right now the princess dianna remix was playing and you was sitting in his lap, bouncing up and down as if you were riding him. “cmon boy i know you wanna touch all dis.” hands raking all over your body as you looked down at his bored face.

ony wasn’t trying to do nothing but smoke a wood with his breakfast and you were ruining that by putting your tiddies all in his face. “mama go somewhere wit allat before i spank you furreal.” his deep voice rumbled from his chest as he lightly pushed you off of him. this man clearly had an attitude, but you knew his stuck up ass wasn’t gon say nothing about it. “what’s wrong papa? why you so aggy?” you were trying to get him to communicate with you, but quickly changed your mind once he got to sucking his teeth, acting as if you were being a pest or something.

rolling your eyes, you started to say something smart, but we’re cut off by the sound of ony’s ringtone. connie’s contact came up and the way your man moved to grab the phone pissed you tf off. “yoo?……nah i’m just chillin at the crib rn…..of course gang we out.” your hands instantly gravitated towards your hips, weight being supported on one leg as you gave him a stank face. “you out where?”

once again, this sassy ass man sucked his teeth before replying. “finna go hoop wit the guys.” this had to be some type of sick joke. there’s no way this man, YOUR man, the one who literally had an attitude five minutes ago, was suddenly prepped up and ready to go run around with his little friends, but couldn’t even have a little fun with you.

“what about me? you don’t wanna stay wit me today daddy?” voice softening as you leaned down to ony’s face. you looked into his brown eyes as you waited for him to fold. he stared right back at you, licking his lips before his phone buzzed once again, ruining the moment as you seen his group chat start to blow his phone up with messages. “you can come wit me ma, but i wanna go hoop.”

what a fucking joke. you pushed yourself of off where your arms were rested before walking to your room, hips swaying with attitude. you wanted to go to target anyways so you decided you’d go to the park with him just this once to get what you wanted, but you had no intention of speaking to this man until he gave you the attention you deserved.

you sat on the park bench, watching ony get all sweaty and sexy playing with his friends. “cashhh bitch! y’all niggas suck i’m finna start putting money on this shit.” ony chuckled as he watched eren and reiner holding their hands on their knees, clearly out of breath from getting their ass whooped again.

“man fuck you. you and connie don’t even need to be on the same team cause y’all mothafuckas played in high school. if we was on that field you know damn well me and rei would be whooping that ass.” eren and reiner dapped each other up before each of them went to go get some water. ony approached you on the bench, shirt discarded somewhere near the courts, chest glistening with sweat as he practically snatched the water from in front of you and drank it.

“excuse me you fucking beast. at least ask.” you reached to snatch the water back, but he just held it higher so you couldn’t reach, giving you a warning glacé. “girl watch your mouth ‘fore i embarrass you in this park.” you rolled your eyes, plopping yourself back in your seat and pulling out your phone. “just go play wit ya little boyfriends ony.” you mumbled, texting on your phone as if you said nothing.

ony clearly didn’t hear you, walking back to go set up another game. “excuse me. this seat taken?” you turned around with attitude, still pissed at your stupid ass boyfriend. when you looked up at where the voice was coming from you were surprised to see a very handsome older man staring back at you. “nah you good. s’just me.” the man smiled at you, gladly taking a seat while digging in his back for his sneakers. “aww that’s a shame. why’s a pretty girl like you at the park all alone?”

you were going to correct him and let him know that you meant alone on the bench, not alone at the park, but your words were soon forgotten. “i’m zeke, eren’s brother. you a friend of his?” you nodded your head, voice stuck in your throat as zeke chuckled at your lack of reply. “you don’t talk much do ya? that’s fine. how about you give me your number and i’ll do all the talking.” as handsome as he was, you were a loyal woman and only wanted to be with one man.

you opened your mouth to politely shoot him down when you were interrupted. “nah she good.” ony’s lower stomach was was right behind your head as you and zeke looked up at him. face showing signs of irritation as he stood over you with his arms crossed on his chest. zeke held his hands up in defense as he practically rats you out. “i mean no harm, the pretty lady said she was here alone so i asked for her number. i had no idea.”

you looked up at your boyfriend, giving him a shy smile as you practically smelled the jealousy coming off of him. “uhh we’ll since that’s outta the way, you guys got room for one more?” zeke stood up, clearly uncomfortable with the tense energy being emitted from the both of you right now. “go ahead man, m’just leaving.” the blonde man gave him a small nod before leaving the two of you alone. “baby it’s not what is lo-”

“get in the car mama, we going home.”

the two of you didn’t even make is home, legs spread in the passenger seat as ony had one hand caressing the back of your neck while the other was buried deep in your panties. you’ve tried explaining the situation many times, and he seemed to understand what really happened, but he still fingered you with so much vigor that you couldn’t help but feel he was upset with you. “p-please papa i didn’t do anything wrongggg. it was just mis-miscommunication.”

his fingers dug into you deeper, nodding to you in understanding as he sucked hickies into your neck. “i know mama. i know. it’s just…just-” “jus’ what daddy? what i do?” a soft sigh left your lips at ony’s fingers left your hole, lifting to your clit before rubbing it slowly. “ion like seeing you talk to men ion know.” his fingers moved faster, making you shake under his arm as your release approached.

“i didn’t k-know. m’sorryyyy” your climax was at the tip of your tongue, but before long it was ripped away. ony leaned back in his seat before pulling his shorts and boxers below his hips. dick standing tall against his stomach as his hands moved towards your hips. “it’s okay princes. ima teach you, and make sure you never forget.”

though ony had a soft smile on his face, his grip on your hips was tight as he lifted you over the center console. your sundress was bunched up at your stomach so your boyfriend had easy access to your pretty pussy. he waisted no time ripping your panties in the middle and lining himself up with your tight entrance. “no screaming, no running, no crying, understand?”

before you could answer a scream erupted from your throat as ony slammed you down on his dick. “the fuck i just say mama?” large hands squeezing your ass tightly as he continued bouncing you up and down on his lap. lewd moans flew from your lips as you felt how delicious your walls felt against him. “i know it feel good, but i need you to stay quiet f’me okay? we still in public.” your eyes migrated toward the tinted windows, getting a good view of the still occupied park as well as you friends playing basketball.

“i’ll be quiet, promise.” your lips connected, dancing sloppily with each other before ony spoke into your mouth. “good girl.” his dick began kissing your cervix, palms taking up most of the space of your ass. “you mine right?” the two of you were eye to eye as he moved his hand to your neck, a silent command for you to bounce on your own as he continued thrusting from under you.

“y-yes daddy. only yours.” ony smiled at your response, rewarding you by angling his hips upward in the way that makes you want to melt into him. “this my pussy ain’t it?” he took your wrists, holding them behind your back as the two of you made love chest to chest. you moaned his name repeatedly like a prayer until you felt the urge to pee. “your heart, mind, and body. who’s is it?”

you felt your climax once again, this time stronger than before. pussy already leaking so much that it wet the seats under you as you continued fucking yourself onto ony’s dick. he knew you were close when you clenched tightly around him, clearly holding your release in so you can ask for permission. a wide smile crept into his face as he watched how obedient you were. “answer me and you can cum mama. who you belong to?”

“y-you daddyyy.” usually this answer would’ve satisfied him, but your boyfriend was in a different type of mood today. “nah princess say my name. my real name.” your pussy fluttered around him in delight, loving every second of this moment as you began kissing up his chest. ony shivered under you when you reached his neck, stopping right behind his ear. “i’m all y-yours. on-onyankoponnnn.”

your orgasm crashed down in waves, making you shake as your juices ran down his thighs. your boyfriend wasn’t far behind you, shooting his load deep inside you while holding your body on his. “that’s my good girl. never forget that either.”

[laceymorganwrites]

Small boob enjoyers

JJK edition

Megumi

he´s not really one to care for looks

but when it comes to you he really does become a pervert

is embarrassed about it and would never admit it to you though

especially in the beginning of your relationship he was so shy and couldn´t really help himself

you were so beautiful to him but your boobs...he hated guys who always stared at tits but how could he not?

he tried to do it secretly, so that you wouldn´t catch him but he was completely in his own head, just admiring the view

it made you shy as well, you thought he disapproved of the size of them and started hiding them

he gets very grumpy when you do that, he loves nothing more than to just watch you go about your every day, being so aware of the thing you´re most insecure about, that most people completely disregarded

he felt like he was the only one who truly appreciated your boobs and he revelled in it

when your relationship progresses further and you´re in private he will literally hold speeches about how beautiful you are, but you always have to laugh because he is a tad bit too serious about it

if you want to make him stop functioning just ´accidentally´ press against him from behind, you will see the way his hands twitch, in desperate need to touch and worship them

Getou

listen, listen. while we´re on the topic of worshipping this man takes the crown

Sugu isn´t only an average small tiddies enjoyer, he started the fucking fanclub for it

feels like a teenager again whenever you undress in front of him

gets so pouty when you tell him not to touch 

he doesn´t like it when you get too shy or embarrassed about your insecurities, it bores him

however he is understanding of it and helps you build confidence

but it backfires for him because you become way too fucking powerful

´you really should stop teasing me like this if you wanna walk tomorrow´

loves all the little things you do to drive him wild but will never admit that, his pride just gets in the way

while we´re on that

he´s fucking possessive, he loves your boobs because they´re his

he loves how he can just clasp them in one of his hands, the perfect size, he keeps repeating that

when he´s in a lovey mood he will whisper it in your ear all over and mark your chest

lowkey has a size kink so seeing how big his hands are in comparison to your tits makes him hard in an embarrassing short amount of time

loves to hug you from behind and just hold your tits

or whenever you´re cuddling, he will always play with them

literally will find any and every excuse to go shower with you

Gojo

ahahahahahhahaahahahahhahah

he´s such a fucking clown when it comes to tits

because he´s the guy who always boasts about how he´s a tits guy, the bigger the better

and he also is the annoying guy to rant about push up bras because ´it´s like a bag of crisps, half empty and full of air.´

´did you just call small tits disappointing?´ Sugu says and he´s never been so offended in his life

Satoru always made fun of Sugu because he adored small boobs so much and Gojo thought it was stupid

I mean he´s the strongest so he has to have the hottest girlfriend in the world

and surprise, he gets her 

just not in the way he would´ve thought

you´re not like that at all but why the fuck are you better than everything he could´ve ever hoped for? you throw him for a loop because this isn´t supposed to be like this

literally has his mouth open the first time he sees you naked

´you´re an angel´ he whispers, more to himself really

the best fucking thing is that he can rest his head comfortably without anything getting in the way

I mean he´s the clingiest bitch ever so he will use them as pillows all the damn time 

purrs like a cat and has this stupid grin on all the time

literally if you want to embarrass him just bring up the fact he thought small tits sucked at one point

Choso

´if I do not have a tiddie in my mouth at all times I will simply starve´

very adamant about his love for small boobs

lowkey overstimulates you a lot cause he can´t stop playing with them

loves to see how you react to his touch, he´s a fucking addict

also has an oral fixation so he will suck on and bite on your nipples a lot, like a lot lot 

definitely his favorite place to kiss after your lips

the type of guy to be a bit too informed about women´s health (but can one ever be too informed rlly?) and be super proud when you don´t have back problems because of your boobs

´you can jump around all you want, nothing ever gets in the way, isn´t that great?´

and honestly it´s so cute how excited he gets that your insecurities are out the window immediately

he was so shy and overexcited when you first got intimate that he almost passed out from touching your tits underneath your shirt

´they´re so soft...´ 

his eyes go so wide and loving whenever he gets to hold them and worship them

I hc that he loves playing video games after Yuuji got him into it and his favorite way to play is when you´re on his lap and he can rest his head on your shoulder, his hands will always touch your boobs in some way shape or form and for him there is nothing better

[2af-afterdark]

Okayyy, I want to request a hc's with f/o that have big boobas *I'd like to have Mammon, Satan, Sitri and Minhyeok(only if you want of course, I'm okay with all characters but these are my fav)

Thank you in advance^^

Hmmm.... Big booba are good for sleeping. And squishing. And motorboating... Damn, I need to bury my face in their big boobas.

Mammon is the king of big tiddies. His broad frame and great muscle distribution ensure that his tiddies are the perfect set of pillows. The man in an entire bed (as seen in Chapter 3). All you have to do is ask and he will gladly welcome you to sleep on top of him. If you bury your face in them, you will suffocate.

On the other hand, Satan is smaller, shorter, his muscles do not build out the same way. He is large for his size, but his chest would not turn heads when he's dressed (especially if he's wearing that baggy boiler suit). When he removes his top though... you can see how perfect they are. They are large against his smaller frame, but still somehow absolutely perfect to hold in your hands. The kind that look like they were carved by a master stonemason, with pretty pink nipples in need of teasing. He would love if you stare. He would love it more if you gave in and touched them at your leisure.

Sitri has the kind of tiddies that are constrained by his uniform. He takes everything off and they practically pop out the second his top is open. He's so thin, his abs forming in a way that doesn't appear to add mass but contributes to his curves. His are bigger than his king's and they hang just a little more. They are full rather than pulled tight, more full than his frame would give away. They would be perfect being nipped at or being lovingly sucked.

Your sweet friend Minhyeok, who you have known for all your lives, will always have a perfect chest (in a subjective way). His is the chest to compare to all others, the first that comes to mind when you think of a large chest (even though it isn't the largest by far). His are the kind that leave his shirt bulging out slightly, the kind you could grope from behind and tease him about. He would blush every time, but he would say it was because you were being weird. He wore loose shirts on purpose because he knew you liked to steal glances at his chest. He'd find any excuse to take off his shirt around you. He would think about your hungry eyes on him while he touched himself. He would remember how you groped him and try to mimic it.

[leggerefiore]

"mostly him being entranced by the concept of tiddies" Oh bestie you KNOW we're here for that. Tell bugsband that he's free to give them a hands on examination! Squeeze them? Use them as a stress ball? Rest his head on them? Suck on them? It's all legal! His Titty Privileges are permanent, he can do whatever he wants with them! 👍

I am going have to steal Bugsband from you eventually that was too good lmao

cw: 18+ content, extremely tiddy centric, frosmoth ingo

Being a creature that hatched from an egg and ate basically anything with fibre and sugars meant that the Frosmoth hybrid was a bit unacquainted with the human form in its in entirety. Yes, his mother may have been a human, but he was unaware of how humans appeared in a state of undress. His antennae tried to cover his eyes as you changed into more comfortable clothing after a long day of work. It was embarrassing. All of it. Your body was attractive, he knew, but a certain feature made him lose his mind partially.

Ingo was down-right fascinated with your tiddies. The way they just existed on your chest. Moving as any other piece of your body, but existing with a purpose that was outside of his species needs. You tilted your head at the flustered moth man and approached him. He had seen you naked many times before, both of you engaging in a relatively active sex life. “What's up?” you asked, brushing the antennae from his face. He shuddered at the sensation. His fluff poofed up at his distress. Wings fluttering, silver eyes refused to meet yours. Your body was still bare before him. Could you not just dress yourself already?

“Ah… It's the temperature,” he made an excuse up, “It's still quite warm for November, is it not?” You shook your head. It had actually been colder today than it had been all week. He dared a glance back at you to see your breasts still on full display before him. Why were you doing this to him? Did you know? He just wanted to pretend they never caught his interest in the first place. Suddenly, you giggled at him as you realised what had him so distressed. Taking his hand lovingly, you brought it to your tiddy. A sound much like air barely escaping a balloon left his throat as he felt the soft feature.

It was warm, of course, your entire body was leagues hotter than his, but its warmth somehow felt strangely different. Your nipple grew hard in his hand, poking it lightly. Unconsciously, he lets his fingers tighten into a grip around it. A groan left your throat from the contact as he groped you. You still felt giddy. During your last few bouts of passion, you were fairly certain you had caught him staring at your chest, but this confirmed it. “Ingooo~” you cooed, “Want to suck on them?” His eyes looked much too pure as he gazed at you.

“M-may I?” he asked nervously. You smiled. Nodding, you sat down on the bed to make it more comfortable for the both of you. He knelt before you and nervously swallowed as he gazed at the items of his infatuation directly before him. Then, his lips surrounded a nipple as he sucked on it. You groaned and threw your head back as his tongue played with it wonderfully. Your hand pressed into his chilly, fluffy hair as you held him closer to you. His own hand grasped at your other tiddy, and you felt a familiar tickling starting in your stomach as he kept up.

Eventually, you lightly pushed him away. Instead, you laid on the bed with your legs parted. “Want to try something else?” you offered.

He nodded eagerly.

[nsxreaders]

n feeling up reader chans growing kiddie tiddies !!

content. uhmmm the Pedophilia incest !!!!!!!! a lil forcefem~ possessiveness !!

he fucking LOVES THEM lemme tell u . he doesnt like that ur growing up, terrified of the irreplaceable u leaving him, not needing him as much, etc etc ... but oh is it a joy for him to watch u grow

ur just starting puberty and one of the consequences of ur whole body, really, getting bigger, is ur chest kinda taking on some fat...and ns thrilled he gets so hard he gets dizzy has to sit down LOL

just. ur nipples poking thru ur shirts. nothing there 2 hold per se but definitely smth There that ur tees curve along. hes really fucking into You, and ur whole body, but ur chest....hough . he cant rly help himself. irrespective of ur sex or gender he buys u fucking trainer bras for his own sanity HAHA . even worse than the hair trigger boners from seeing ur body like that is the idea of others seeing ur body like that

he catches u after a bath because he Has to he has no plan he just stumbles up like a horny zombie after the smell of ur baby bubbles body wash and fresh skin . ur all shy and meek but he just wants to do a little health check on u, right , okay, thats his excuse he just thought up. ur a kid ur not entirely aware of the signs of health conditions hes just checking for u. later hell educate u properly whatever whatever hes doing it now be still

so u be still and he puts u in his lap and he feels up ur baby tits !¡!!!

ough . ough . absolutely divine . so soft and bouncy , yet firm and perky in only the way they are at this age. youll definitely become more and more attractive, more and more irresistible as time goes on, he cant help but entertain deranged fantasies of making you his life partner as an adult - how crazy is that - but for now, he just savors the time he has . he squeezes ur nipples ad the blood buds them up, flushing ur skin, and watches u squirm. does ur body and brain know how to feel pleasure yet? hes deliriously hard but he wants to make sure its good for u. his cock would definitely scare u if it didnt hurt u, anyway. too big. when ur a little older. if he can help himself...

...but hes still greedy, so he licks ur tits a little too. swirling his tongue, sucking ur nipple, lifting off with a tender trail of spit...staring at the light ring of red flush and his spit on ur aerola and fuck hes so hard

so he finishes with his lame excuse of a health checkup, leaving u dazed and shaking and full of new, uninformed, strange and terrifying ideas and sensations, while he rushes to jerk one out as physically fast and hard as humanly possible . its so good he may not be able to hold off until ur that much older, but at least he tried !

[sweet-seishu]

i only come for you

seishu inui x fem! reader

warnings: NSFW (smut, oral (fem receiving) vaginal penetration, fingering, tiddie sucking) use of pet names (baby girl, angel), mentions of alcohol, overall it's pretty soft, characters are obviously aged up

wc: 2.6k

a/n: for @sweetsbysatori cordially invited collab! <3 also yes, i was quick on the draw for this but in my defense i had an inui smut like, half writtenish and i HATED it, and then the collab gave me a better idea so i just made a LOT of changes to it 😌

Inui couldn't help but stare at you from across the room, the party raging around him while he watched as you conversed with Chifuyu, Hina and Takemichi.

You, Wakasa's little sister, the one that he just couldn't get out of his head since he met you.

He knew he shouldn't have the feelings for you that he did, even though your older brother told him countless times to go for it, but he still felt bad, it nearly felt wrong.

But yet he couldn't help but bite his lip as he watched you laugh at something Chifuyu had said. You were just so beautiful, and he couldn't help but feel a little jealous that your attention wasn't on him.

Not that he really made an effort to get your attention though.

To be fair it's not that he didn't want to talk to you, or ask you on a date, it's just he didn't think you saw him like that, and he really didn't want to get rejected by you.

If only he knew that you looked at him the same way he looked at you.

You kept stealing glances at the blonde haired boy during your conversation, loving the way he dressed so casually, yet still managed to take your breath away.

You were always so intrigued by Inui. The way he was so quiet, yet he wasn't afraid to speak his mind, and the way he cared about everyone close to him, your older brother included, made your heart squeeze.

"Why don't you just go talk to him?" Hina asked, looking to where your eyes were staring. "You've been looking over at him all night."

"I can't." You groaned.

"Why not?" Chifuyu asked. "What do you have to lose by talking to him?"

"My pride." You huffed.

"You know he's been looking over here this whole time right?" Takemichi pointed out. "I don't know how you haven't noticed."

You looked back over to Inui, who was already looking at you. You caught his gaze, making him look away as Koko walked up to him.

"I just– I don't know." You sighed.

"Man just talk to her." Koko said. "It's really sad watching you two pine over each other when you're both grown ass adults. Go have a big kid conversation."

"It's not that simple." Inui groaned. "She's Wakasa's little sister Koko."

"Okay? Has he not told you to go for it?" Koko asked with a raised brow.

"He has but–"

"But nothing, you're making excuses. She's obviously into you so you should just go talk to her." Koko shrugged taking a sip of his drink. "Why beat around the bush?"

"Because what if I'm not what she wants?" Inui sighed, the empty bottle in his hand suddenly feeling like a weight. "She could do a lot better than a guy with a burn on his face that works in a bike shop."

"Yet every time you want to have people over because you want to see her, she shows up. She hates big crowds, yet she shows up every time." Koko pointed out. "And if I'm being honest, I think she shows up because of you."

Inui stayed silent as Koko walked away to mingle, glancing over to you again, watching as you grabbed another beer. Maybe he should just talk to you, what would be the harm?

Well, if you rejected him, a lot of harm would be done, not only to his pride, but to his heart to.

He didn't even notice the random girl walk up to him, clinging to his arm and making him look down at her. She was obviously drunk, probably a random that one of their friends had invited, and Inui was uncomfortable.

You watched their exchange, a small frown on your face as he smiled at her. What was he saying? Why was she giggling?

"You okay?" Hina asked, making you blink before looking at her.

"Yeah, I think I'm just going to step outside, it's really hot in here and I need air." You smiled.

"Want company?" Chifuyu asked.

"I'm good Fuyu, I'll be back in a few." You walked away from your small group, trying to avoid and dodge as many people as you could while maneuvering your way through the packed apartment.

Inui panicked when he saw you walk out the door. Did he miss his chance? He pried his arm away from the girl, politely telling her he wasn't interested before following you. Thankfully you were just outside the door, leaning against the wall as you breathed in the fresh night air.

"Needed air?" You heard him ask. You looked over at him, a small smile on your face.

"Yeah, just gets too hot and stuffy in there you know?"

"Yeah." Inui said softly, moving to stand beside you. You could smell his cologne as a breeze hit you, making goosebumps rise on your skin from the slight chill. "You cold?"

"I'm good." You assured him. "It actually felt nice."

"Definitely better than being in a stuffy apartment I guess." Inui chuckled. "I don't know why so many people show up."

"Because you and Koko are awesome Inupi, you throw good parties." You shrugged.

"You uh, look really nice by the way." Inui said softly, pointing down to the tight black shirt and ripped jeans you wore.

"Hina tried to get me to wear a dress." You laughed. "Like that would happen."

"You'd look pretty in one though."

You bit your lip, heart racing at the compliment. You suddenly felt awkward, not wanting to let your feelings for the blonde show to much. So what do you do? You did what you did best, dodge the conversation.

"Well it's getting colder, so maybe we should head back in." You said. "Plus I saw you talking to a pretty girl, I don't want to throw you off your game." You chuckled, trying not to let the hurt in your voice be so evident.

"Oh, I'm not interested in her." Inui shrugged. He wasn't?

"Oh– well uh, still let's go back ins–"

"You hate crowds, and you hate parties like this." Inui stated, making you pause. "The only ones you actually enjoy are when it's only our close group."

"Okay?" You said, confused as to what he was talking about.

"So I just need to know–" Inui took a breath, needing to know if Koko was right, not caring about how abrupt he was being. "Why do you keep showing up?"

Guess dodging the conversation was out of the question.

"I still like seeing my friends Inupi…" You told him. "I can deal with the crowd as long as I'm with them."

"That's all?" He asked, a brow raised. Just what was he looking for from you?

"Well why do you always agree to letting these parties happen? I know it's not you who plans them. You'd rather be in your room, or just watching TV or something."

Inui stared at you, moving closer with each breath you took.

"I only agree to hosting these stupid things, because I know you'll be here." He told you, now standing so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him. It made you shiver, and it made your stomach twist with arousal.

"I–"

"I know I'm being really straight forward, but fuck y/n, I like you, and have for a while. I know your Wakasa's sister, I know this may be wrong considering how close I am with your brother, but I can't just like you from a distance–"

"I only show up to these stupid parties for you." You said quickly, cutting him off. "You're right, I hate these big crowds, I hate how stuffy this place is, I hate watching everyone embarrassingly spill their drinks on themselves, but I like seeing you. I don't know if i've made it obvious or not, but I like you to Inupi. A lot."

"Seishu." He said quietly.

"Hmm?"

"I want you to call me Seishu." Inui said before pulling you close, slotting his lips against yours and completely taking your breath away.

Inui groaned at the taste of you lips, the beer you drank mixed with the flavor of your lip gloss was driving him crazy. He tightened his hold on you, licking your lower lip softly before nearly forcing his tongue in your mouth. You moaned at his action, your tongues dancing together while your hands went to his hair, running through the soft blonde strands.

You both pulled away completely breathless, a string of saliva connecting your lips as his forehead met yours, his blue eyes staring into your y/e/c ones. You were getting needy, the kiss making your panties uncomfortably wet.

"Seishu." You breathed out, pushing your chest against his as you tightened your arms around his neck. "Can we go to your room?"

"You sure? I don't want to ru–"

"Please–" You begged, not caring about how needy you sounded. "I want you, I've wanted you so badly for so long I–"

Inui cut you off by pecking your lips, grabbing your hand and leading you back inside. He helped you move through the crowd, your friends watching with smug grins on their faces as you both went to Inui's room.

"About time." Koko said, Hina quickly agreeing with a smile on her face.

The music downstairs was completely drowned out, the only sounds you could hear were the groans coming from Inui as he sucked on your clit.

"Seishu– fuck–" You moaned, throwing your head back against his pillows as your hands found his hair, pulling at the blonde strands.

"You taste so good, so sweet." Inui said against your heat, licking a long stripe before sucking your clit into his mouth again, adding two fingers into your tight heat, making you moan loudly.

You could feel the pleasure building in your abdomen, that coil tightened quickly as your breathing grew heavier. "Sei– fuck m'gonna cum!"

"Then cum." He said, his voice deep and laced with desire. It completely threw you over the edge, moaning as you came all over his face. The slurping sounds were lewd as he made sure not to waste a drop of your sweet nectar.

He helped you come down from your high, kissing his way back up your body slowly, making sure to take his time with you. You gasped as he took your left nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking it lightly as he massaged your right breast.

He moved, giving your right nipple the same treatment with his mouth as he massaged the other one. You felt as if you were on fire, every where Inui touched left such a pleasurable burn on your skin. It made you wonder why you both had waited so long to confess your feelings.

You pulled him away from your breasts, causing him to let out a small whimper, a whimper that let another wave of arousal head straight to your core. You let your lips meet his, humming at the taste yourself on his lips as you moved your hand down to his briefs, palming him through the thin black fabric.

"Seishu, I want to return the favor." You said against his mouth, letting your hand find the waistband of his briefs, you grabbed his length, pumping it slowly as you kissed him more.

He pulled your hand away, slipping his briefs off entirely before pinning your hand to the bed. "As much as I'd love for you to suck my dick, I want my first time cumming tonight to be inside of you."

His first time cumming tonight? You audibly gulped at his tone, turning red at his words. You looked down to where he held his length, and it was impressive. It wasn't the thickest you've had, but it was definitely the longest. It had a pretty vein running along the underside of it, and a pretty pink tip that was leaking precum.

You moved your free hand, collecting the small bead of precum with your thumb before popping it into your mouth, moaning at the taste of him.

Inui only watched with lust filled eyes. "You're gonna be the death of me you know that?"

You smiled. "You taste so good Seishu, I wanna taste more of you…"

"You can later." He told you, lining himself up with your heat. "Right now, I need to be inside you, or I'll lose my mind."

Inui slowly pushed the tip in, making you gasp, holding onto his shoulders. "Just tell me if it's too much." He said softly.

Inch by inch he pushed in, so slowly it made you crazy, but he wanted to savour the feeling of your walls around him. You were so warm, so tight, he clenched his jaw as he finally bottomed out, letting you adjust as your walls pulsed around him.

You were no virgin, you've been with others, but no one has ever made you feel so full. Inui fit so perfectly inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix, the stretch so pleasurable, you could have came just from that.

"Fuck you feel so good." Inui groaned, thrusting his hips slowly, just needing to move, needing to feel more of you.

"Seishu please–" You moaned. "Need you to move faster–"

Inui smirked, thrusting his hips harder and faster, making you cry out from the pleasure. The way he hit all the perfect spots inside you had you seeing stars. You wrapped your legs around him, making him hit deeper as you both moaned at the feeling.

"You feel so fucking good– better than I could have ever imagined– shit–" He breathed, burying his face in your neck and leaving kisses on the skin before he spoke again. "So beautiful, so perfect. You were made for me."

You moaned at his words, clenching around him as you scratched at his back, leaving red lines on his smooth pale skin. "For you– I'm all f'you." You gasped.

Inui smiled, moving one of his hands to find your clit as the other laced your fingers together. He was getting close, and he needed to feel you cum around him.

"I need you to cum one more time okay angel? You can do that for me can't you?" He asked, kissing the corner of your mouth softly as he rubbed at your sensitive clit

"Mmm– fuck–" You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt that coil tighten again.

"I can feel you clenching, you're clenching me so fucking tight–" Inui moaned. "Come on baby girl, cum for me, let go."

"Fuck!" You moaned, the coil in your abdomen snapping as you gushed all around him, causing Inui's hips to stutter before stilling, he moaned as he painted your gummy walls white with his cum, his fingers never leaving your clit until you calmed down from your high.

He lay on top of you, being mindful to not crush you with his weight as you both tried to catch your breath. You whimpered when he pulled out, immediately missing the feeling of him inside you. He flopped down beside you, quickly pulling your body into his, neither of you caring about the sweat that covered your bodies, or the mixture of cum leaking out of you.

You lay in a comfortable silence as you traced shapes on his chest, a small smile never leaving your face as you let everything sink in.

"Hey…" Inui whispered. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Are we– are we a thing now? Because all I've wanted was for you to be mine I–"

"I'm yours Seishu." You stated looking up at him. You moved the hand that was on his chest to softly trace the scar that covered his left eye. He smiled, stopping your actions before kissing your forehead and nose, making his way to place his lips on yours in a sweet kiss.

"Stay here tonight?" He asked hopefully.

"Well I wasn't planning on leaving.." You chuckled.

"Good." Inui told you, his hand moving to cup your breast. "Because I'm far from being done with you."

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[ontheblock]

i have no excuse for this tbh. i was depressed and needed to write something easy to get out of my writers block. i will finish requests now that i got my spark back. <3 thank you for all the patience lol

why leon was late

•warning: smut, slight edging, leon is a tiddies man, mommy kink (once, i‘m sorry), soft femdom

“Ah- y/n… I have- have work in the morning…“

Leon closed his eyes, throwing his head back as you ran your nails ever so lightly over his thighs. The muscles were tense, twitching as you blew over the tip of his erection.

“C‘mon, Leon. Just a little more.“ He panted like a dog from the past thirty minutes of pure teasing. He weakly pulled at his own belt you used to secure his hands on the bed frame above his head before dropping them back into the pillow and peaking down at you kneeling between his legs. His lips parted as you kissed the tip, sloppily trailing down the length and never breaking eye contact. Up and down, always backing away when his hips tried to push up into your mouth until he whined in frustration.

“Puh-Please, baby, my love. I can‘t-“ Your hand curled around the base of his cock loosely, cutting his rambling short. “You can. I know you can.“ Leon shook his head, trying to hump into your fist but getting almost no friction from your grip. He needed to cum and he needed it now if he wanted to catch any sleep before his first day as a rookie. “Are you gonna cry, baby?“ Leon looked at you leaning over his face, your hand finally picking up a lazy pace. He didn‘t even notice how his eyes started to water until his vision blurred. “Is this good?“ Leon‘s mouth fell open but instead of actual grown up words, he could only groan as your thumb rubbed over his head with each stroke. “Good- ‘S good. More.“

“More? Like this?“ Your fingers squeezed him tight, giving him the friction he wanted so badly but your pace slowed. You‘d have to make sure to reward him after his first day tomorrow with how much you tortured him tonight.

“No.. Your mouth.“ You tilted your head, running your free hand through his hair until you held onto it tightly and angled his head back to look you in the eyes. “You want me to suck you off?“ He twitched in your hand. “Yes, please.“

You released him, inching back down until you were face to face with his aching cock. You could tell he was staring at you. He always watched in anticipation, usually running his hand through your hair or gripping the sheets. Your tongue lolled out, slowly letting a glob of spit dribble onto the tip before chasing after it and licking along the underside. A soft grunt bled into a moan as your lips wrapped around the flushed head. “Ah, fuck- That‘s it.“ You peaked up at him through your lashes, slowly sinking down his length. He always told you to take it easy on yourself but when he moaned for you like that, how could you not relax your throat and stuff his cock all the way in? You fought the natural reaction of your body trying to get the invasion out, bobbing your head up and down as he let his head fall back. “Just- I love it. Love you, bah-baby.“ Your heart swelled and you almost felt bad for edging him to tears - almost.

You knew Leon’s body like the back of your palm. How he would try to be still while you went down on him, drooling around him and teasing with your tongue, rubbing little spots into his thighs when they would start to shake near his peak. You weren’t surprised how fast he got to that point tonight - already getting him riled up during dinner. "Gonna cum- 'M gonna cum!" You cruelly squeezed the base of his dick, backing off him. He looked at you, confused and hurt as his orgasm slipped just out of reach. "Wha-?“

You shushed him sweetly, crawling back over him. "You were so good, I think i have to give you a bit of motivation for tomorrow." You reached down, out of his view until he felt your wet palm around his dick again, guiding his leaking head to rub through your folds. His hips bucked up instinctively and this time you allowed it. Leon thrusted up, sliding home and making you moan with him. You braced yourself on his naked chest, grinding down.

"Let me do the work." It wasn’t like he had a choice. You leaned forward, undoing his arms. "Fucking finally..", he whispered. As expected, he went for your tits immediately, cupping and squeezing, watching them bounce with your movements once you rode him like you actually meant it. "Nhh- I won’t last." You cooed at him, leaning in closer so he could wrap his mouth around one of your nipples. "Cum inside me, Leon." Your hands stroked through his damp hair, picking up your pace and watching Leon fall apart underneath you. "Mhh- Mommy-" He choked on a moan, almost biting you if you didn’t pull away fast enough. You let him ride it out until he was boneless and breathing hard and fast. You moved off him, Leon whimpered as his oversensitive dick slid out of you. "You came so much, baby.“ He just hummed, you doubted that he was really listening but you got up to grab a towel anyway.

—𓆩♡𓆪—

"So… Mommy, huh?"

Leon flushed all the was from the tips of his ears, down to his sweat soaked chest. He threw his arm over his eyes, hiding in the crook of his elbow. "Shut up."

[hitmanbalor]

im in love with it all

a roman reigns ff

f! reader

tw: cussing, sexual references

based off estoy enamorado de ti by cnco and lowkey the great gatsby but it's whatever lol

i walked into the club automatically smelling the sweat of the bodies near me. i walked to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila and a martini. i slided the bartender a twenty and walked towards a huge group of women in a vip room. i pushed my way through the crowd to a man.

"where have you been, babygirl?" he asked pulling me down onto his lap not before kissing my jaw.

"i had to grab my purse from the car, sorry ro." i said leaning into his chest.

"it's all good, babygirl, but i think these girls should leave." he said smirking.

"i know a way." i winked at the man. i then straddled his waist in my flowy but tight dress that only reached my knee. the dress began to uncover my butt and roman growled grabbing it. i then leaned in and kissed him passionately so all the girls could know who he belonged too. the last few girls began to scatter as we pulled apart. i then started kissing his neck.

"babygirl, im in love with you. all of you. this ass." he smacked my ass. "these lips, these legs, oh and my favorite your tiddies. i could stare at them all day." he finished groaning as i nipped his neck.

"i love you too, roman. so goddamn much." i began to suck a hickey into his neck and it only made him groan more. my hands made it up to his hair and i tugged it from the bun it was in. "i told you to stop putting your hair up." i told him in his ear.

"no, it gives you an excuse to pull my hair. now let's get out of here." he winked at me. i stood up with the help of roman.

"oh wow no surprise there." i said giggling.

"stop." he whined bringing my body closer to his as we got to the car. "i cant wait to have you begging under me." he smirked and opened my door and i got in.

[anxi-aashi]

building blocks

osamu x gn!reader

words: 6.4k

warnings: cursing, osamu's tiddies, last 100 words are kind of steamy-ish (?) but not nsfw

summary: you don't think you're that competitive, but the owner of onigiri miya doesn't believe you when you say so and challenges you with a game

a/n: osamu was actually SO hard to write for even tho I'm literally the same mbti type as him???? i hope i got him right lmao. also i did do some research when including the honorifics, but i am not Japanese, nor do i speak the language, so if there is an error with those, please let me know! enjoyyyy

(not proofread cause yall its 6000 words and i only have so much patience)

To say you were competitive was an overstatement, in your opinion.

Sure, you liked winning, but honestly who didn’t? Anybody who said they didn’t enjoy watching the color drain from their friends’ faces as they announced their “Uno” was just lying. It was fun. Plus, you knew when to pick your battles. If you knew you weren’t going to win, there was no point in getting cocky about it. That would only lead to embarrassment later. It was a technique you liked to call “selective competition.”

No, you weren’t competitive-- but compared to your friends, you were a monster. You had multiple dry Monopoly games and pitiful Mario Kart tournaments to support your claim, too-- including their current reactions to the unwarranted attention you were receiving from the next table over at lunch that day.

Through the passing servers and consistent chatter of other patrons in the restaurant, they grinned at all of you-- four fairly built, fairly attractive guys, three of which had way too much energy and one that refused to acknowledge that he was sitting at the same table as the other three-- motioning towards their crude tower of chopsticks with waggling eyebrows to match.

Your friend that sat closest to them took notes from the fourth’s behavior and also went about ignoring the table. She grimaced toward your group. “I can literally feel them staring.”

Your friend opposite of you laughed a little in astonishment. “I can’t believe they’ve been doing that for the past--” he checked his phone-- “ten minutes.”

“They’re persistent, you gotta give ‘em that.”

You peeked around your friend to your right to glance at the aggravators. The orange-haired one caught your stare and raised his eyebrows, his smile somehow getting larger with the action. You sucked your teeth and leaned back in your seat.

It was a healthy amount of competitive drive that you possessed.

But goddammit if you didn’t want to wipe the floor with their pathetic excuse of a challenge so fucking bad.

You nudged your friend next to you. “Hey, are you done eating?”

They quirked an eyebrow at you. “Yeah, why?”

“... Can I have your chopsticks?”

Their face scrunched in confusion. “Why would--” their eyes widened. They looked to the challengers and whipped their head back to you. “You can’t.”

“But--” you started.

“No! It’s rude! And I like this place, I don’t want to get kicked out for bad etiquette!” they rushed under their breath.

“What’s going on?” someone else at your table interjected.

Your friend was quick to rat you out. “(L/N)-chan wants to build a chopstick tower like that table!”

“Dude...”

“I-- okay, listen-- I know I can do better than them.”

“(L/N)--”

“They--” you tried to discreetly nod your head in the direction of the offending table-- “have been smiling for way too long. I cannot leave this restaurant without knocking them down a peg.”

They all must have seen the sheer determination in your eyes because all you saw was defeat in theirs.

“Okay, well you can’t do it in here,” your friend on the end of the table reasoned. “So what are you going to do?” she asked.

Unfortunately, you took that as a challenge as well. You narrowed your eyes and began to stand. “If everyone’s done with their chopsticks, can I please use them?”

One by one, you were handed your supplies, and after uttering an “Excuse me,” to your table, you marched out of Onigiri Miya and into the street to build your tower.

You plopped down on the sidewalk and spread out your accumulated chopsticks before you, the sun observing your work from over your shoulder.

Sweat slipped down the back of your neck while you worked and the albedo from the concrete didn’t help your eyesight either, but after a few minutes, you were granted some cloud cover, allowing you to put the finishing touches on your project.

You sat back and observed it. While it wasn’t the most appealing work of art, and definitely wouldn’t win any awards given the chance, it was still leagues better than whatever your rival table had thrown together. At least yours looked like it was up to building code.

Satisfied, you marched back inside the restaurant. With the bell ringing above the door to signal your entrance, thus garnering the attention of your opponents, you made eye contact with them and gestured outside before returning to your table.

All eyes were on you as you took your seat once again. “Well, how’d it go?” Your friend to your right asked.

You nodded your head towards the blond from the opposing table that was currently on his way out of the restaurant and addressed your friend. “We’re about to see.”

Everyone shifted in their seats to look at the door, which had just swung closed behind the blond. Three seconds passed, then five, and at ten seconds the door slammed back open, accompanied by an equally aggressive ring of the bell, to reveal the blond with an astonished look plastered on his face. He raised his eyebrows and jerked his head at you, pointing behind him in the general direction of your assembled chopsticks. You heard the unspoken question, You did that? and nodded smugly.

A pleased smile worked its way onto his face then and he strutted over to the ordering counter with his phone out, letting the door clack close behind him. The smug expression you wore was quickly wiped away at the thought of getting reported to an employee and was even more quickly replaced with a look of horror once you noticed the employee he was talking to.

You spun your head away when you saw them look over at you and covered your mouth with your hand, pointedly staring at the table. “Fuck,” you whispered under your breath.

“What?”

“He has a twin,” you mumbled through your hand.

Giggling from across your table made its way to you and your eyes snapped up to your friend trying to contain his laughter.

“This isn’t funny! I didn’t factor nepotism into this situation! We might get kicked out anyway!” Your panic only made your friend laugh a little more.

A presence to your left halted your small rant. You grimaced and shot a look at the opposing table, hoping the smug blond caught the meaning behind your death stare, before turning your eyes to the man standing at the head of your table.

Hooded grey eyes brought any activity in your brain to a halt as they scanned your group, flitting to you briefly. The corner of his mouth was tilted up into a small, amused smile and you slowly felt your face begin to heat up against your will. “Hope ‘m not interruptin’ anything,” he quipped. “My name’s Miya Osamu, I’m the owner here. If this is the table I’m thinking of, then I’m assuming yer already familiar with my brother over there--” your eyes followed when he nodded to where the blond and his friends sat eagerly observing the interaction-- “Sorry ‘bout them, by the way. They can be a handful sometimes.” he huffed lightly and rolled his eyes. “But I’ve been told there’s an architect of sorts here, responsible for a chopstick thing outside?”

“Yes!” your friend said before you could say otherwise. “(L/N)-chan, introduce yourself.”

All eyes returned to you once again, forcing you to meekly raise your hand in greeting to the (very handsome) shop owner. “Hi,” you said, slightly bowing as much as you could while sitting down.

Miya’s eyebrows quirked up in surprise as he directed his full attention on you. “You built that tower outside?”

As much as you hated being spoken for, you would’ve given anything for one of your friends to cut you off in that moment and take the reins of the conversation, because all you could manage to do was nod.

He towered over you from his spot next to your seat, not just because you were sitting, but also because he was just tall. And as he peered down at you, probably all too aware of how you were struggling to maintain eye contact with him out of sheer embarrassment, you couldn’t help but marvel at how he was even able to see you past his very defined chest. You never thought you would praise a simple fitted black shirt before, but damn if it wasn’t doing its job to distract you.

You cleared your throat before he could continue. “I can totally take it down though, its no problem, just let me know-- I can go do it right now, actually--”

“--Actually, I think it’d be great publicity for the restaurant. D’ya mind if I get a picture for the shop’s Instagram?”

You blinked. “Oh. Yeah, sure, go ahead.”

His smile widened just slightly and he pulled out his phone. “Cool! Can I get yer name?”

Your brain sputtered for a second, jumping to conclusions it didn’t need to be jumping to. Your name? For what? Was he about to ask you out? This fast? What were you going to say? Wait, what was your name again? “Uh, what-- why-- what do you need my name for?” you stumbled, trying to mask the way your heart was thundering in your ribcage.

“... The Instagram post,” he answered lightly with a twinkle in his eye, clearly finding your state of distress entertaining.

“Oh, right.” you swallowed thickly. “Uh, (L/N) (Y/N).”

Miya typed away at his phone, responding to you while directing his attention on his screen. “Nice to meet ya (L/N)-sama.” His eyes snapped to yours, effectively rooting you in your spot, unable to look away no matter how flustered you were, then added, “An’ impressive work,” with a smile that almost had you believing there was a thin layer of flirtation beneath it. Then he spoke towards the table as a whole, and the feeling vanished. “Well, while I’m over here, can I get yer checks for ya?”

After receiving words of affirmation from your friends and how many checks to bring back, Miya left to return to his work, taking your nervous state with him.

You heaved a breath of relief and buried your head in your hands the minute he disappeared into the kitchen.

“You okay?” your friend next to you asked, humor laced in their voice.

“Have you ever had second-hand embarrassment but for yourself? Because that’s what I’m feeling right now,” you grumbled.

Your friend snorted. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I wasn’t expecting him to be that hot, okay?!”

“You were the one who noticed they were twins.”

“Okay, well-- it’s different up close!”

--

After your mortifying encounter that day, you had decided that no matter how nicely his shirt hugged his chest, you could not show your face in Onigiri Miya again.

Except for that Wednesday.

Wednesday’s were game nights, and by some sheer stroke of luck or sick joke that fate wanted to play, you had drawn the short straw when deciding who would pick up dinner for your friend group. And of course, the restaurant they had settled on was the one you were hoping to avoid.

Luckily, all you had to do was order the food-to-go, which promised a quick exit free of any unwanted encounters. If you were even luckier, he wouldn’t even be behind the ordering counter.

You reminded yourself of all this as you approached the entrance to the restaurant. You glanced over at the spot where your chopstick contraption had resided, just out of habit.

Of course, it wasn’t there anymore. You would’ve had better luck winning a game show than guessing what had happened to it, but it’s not like you were expecting it to last long. It was made out of chopsticks and spite-- obviously, it wasn’t going to stay the entire two weeks it had been. If you squinted though, you could still make out the ghost of its figure, sitting there, standing a mere twenty centimeters tall. You huffed a laugh through your nose. It was odd to be proud of it-- someone had probably stepped on it, to be honest-- but you couldn’t lie it was fun to make.

Miya had kept his promise though, you remembered as you entered the shop and got in line to order. When you had woken up the next morning bleary-eyed and out of it, you had a notification on Instagram waiting for you, telling you you’d been tagged in a post. When you went to look at it, you were greeted with a picture of your tower, and a hand from behind the camera holding a rice ball in front of it, on Onigiri Miya’s business account. The caption:

official_onigiri Even petty rivalry can build solid foundations. And rice balls.

Think you can do better? Don’t forget to stop by and try our new special this week! … and maybe gather a few pairs of chopsticks for yourself 👀

You had scoffed at the “petty rivalry” bit, but you supposed someone had to be the one to humble all of you, so you let it go.

The person in line in front of you moved up, so you did as well. While this pattern continued, you decided to people watch to keep yourself occupied (and stave off another wave of dread). A table across the shop caught your eye, the kids seated there building a chopstick castle where there weren’t any dishes. You were kind of surprised, both at the integrity of the structure, and that the parents didn’t make them go outside to build it. No one seemed to be going to kick them out though. Bad etiquette, my ass, you scoffed to yourself. Why couldn’t I--

“Oh, hey, how can I help ya?”

You tore your attention from the kids to the ordering counter and looked right into the eyes of Miya Osamu. He quirked an eyebrow when you didn’t respond.

“Oh--” you finally snapped out of your stupor and closed the space that still stood between you and the counter. “Sorry,” you swallowed. Fuck, you really needed to get a hold of yourself. You quickly read through the order you’d written down in your phone and stood biting the inside of your cheek as he punched it into the register.

You eyed him. The longer he went without speaking, the more you believed that you were in the clear-- it didn’t seem like he even remembered you. You couldn’t tell if you were happy or disappointed at that.

“So, ya challenge any more strangers to weird competitions lately?” he asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

Any previous thought you had was immediately thrown in the trash. Your pensive expression dropped into one of exasperation, and all the nerves you had harbored about the whole encounter were promptly shoved aside by your need to defend yourself. “I-- no-- okay, first of all--” he snickered at you-- “your brother and his friends challenged me, not the other way around!”

Miya laughed. “No need to get all defensive. I can get competitive sometimes too.”

“I’m not competitive!”

He shot you an incredulous look, halting his movements at the register. “An’ I’m not a twin,” he deadpanned before continuing his task. “Anything else I can get for ya?”

You sighed. “No, thank you.”

“Alright, will that be for here or to-go?”

“To-go.”

You thought you saw what looked like a frown on his face for a second, but it was gone before you could look again. “Alright, that’ll be 4074.82 yen.”

You handed him your card and he took it gingerly. “So what’s the occasion?” he prompted, glancing behind you to make sure nobody else was waiting in line.

“Game night,” you answered, looking behind you as well.

He raised his eyebrows when you turned back around.

“Not as fun as it sounds,” you grumbled.

He scanned your card. “Why not?”

“None of my friends take it seriously!” you complained, providing hand gestures to further emphasize your point. “Winning’s only fun when the other person cares as much about it as you do.”

“... Hm. Guess I can’t argue with that,” he settled. Miya opened his mouth to continue as he handed you back your card, but was cut off by the bell of the door, signaling the arrival of another customer. His eyes darted to the front of the store, then back to you with an apologetic smile. “Ah, yer order will be ready shortly. Thanks for talkin’ with me, though.”

You pursed your lips into a smile of your own, responding with, “No problem. Have a nice night,” as you stepped to the side to wait for your food.

He offered you one last smile before turning to the next person in line. “Hi, how can I help ya?” faintly reached your ears from where you stood, and when you received your order ten minutes later, you left feeling lighter than you had before.

--

You found yourself back in line five days later.

“Hi, welcome to Onigiri Miya, how can I help you?” a young girl asked you at the counter.

You wish you had another explanation for why your heart sank a little at this. What the hell was happening to you? You didn’t even need to be here today. Were you seriously already this whipped for a guy you barely knew?

No. He was cute, yes, but you simply liked talking to him more than you thought you would the other day. That’s it. There’s no way you had romantic feelings after two meetings with him. No matter how nervous he made you.

It was when you were about to begrudgingly answer the employee in front of you that Miya appeared from the back of the store, hand raised and adjusting the baseball cap on his head. He noticed you immediately and smiled, placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder briefly and saying, “I got this one, can you go check and see if anything needs to be done in the back?”

She nodded and retreated behind the Employee Only door, leaving you facing Miya by yourself.

“Back already?” he grinned.

Heat fought its way to your cheeks and you struggled to smother it. “I had a good day at work, so I figured I’d treat myself,” you lied, shrugging.

“Nice. Well, what can I get for ya?” he asked, leaning his arm against the countertop, a hand poised at the register, ready to type.

Your eyes flitted to the way the muscles in his arm flexed when he did that and after briefly wondering whether it was on purpose or not, told him your order.

He nodded, punching it in. “Anything else?”

You shook your head.

“For here or to-go?”

“... To-go,” you said experimentally, wondering if the frown would appear again like you thought it did last time.

He paused. “Ya sure?” he replied, face stoic but eyes flitting side to side, not directly making contact with yours.

Your eyebrows scrunched together. “Yes?”

Miya narrowed his grey eyes and looked behind, that back at you. “Do ya have the time to stay for a minute then?”

“Um, yeah, I guess. What’s wrong?” you asked.

He instead ducked under the counter, leaving you standing there, staring at empty air. You blinked, wondering if maybe it wasn’t the best idea to start crushing on this guy anyway, before he reappeared, holding a large jar of rice.

He set it on the counter in front of you and looked at you with a subtle smirk-- like he knew something you didn’t.

“Ah,” you said flatly after fifteen seconds of silence. “A jar of… uncooked rice.”

The smirk grew and he huffed a laugh through his nose at your remark. “Guess how many grains ’re in here,” he said, patting his hand on the lid.

“I don’t know, how many?”

He shook his head. “Nope that’s not how the game works. Ya gotta guess.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Game?”

He shrugged, the smirk being replaced by one of nonchalance. “Ya said yer ‘competitive needs’ weren’t being fulfilled, so I figured I’d help out. Anytime ya get bored, feel free to stop by and try yer hand at it.”

Oh. That was... actually really nice. And very bad for your heart.

You narrowed your eyes and lifted your chin, pretending like you weren’t as affected as you actually were by his words. “What do I get if I win?”

The corner of Miya’s mouth twitched and a mischievous look settled in his eye. “Can’t tell ya ‘til ya do.”

You huffed, glaring at the jar of rice, then pulled out a notebook from your bag.

His face dropped. “What’re ya doin’?”

You looked up after pulling a pen from your bag as well. “Math,” you stated. “You have a measuring tape, by any chance?”

“Wha-- ya can’t do that, that’s cheatin’!” he exclaimed.

“You never said how I had to get my answer,” you retorted, thrown off by his sudden mood switch.

“I said guess!”

“Math is literally just accurate guessing! There’s gotta be like eight or nine thousand grains in there-- you want me to just pick a number?”

He huffed in exasperation and rolled his eyes. “Well it’s no fun if ya just math yer way to the answer!”

“Oh my god,” you said, rolling your eyes in return and shoving your pen and notebook back in your bag, “Fine! I’ll do it your way.”

The doorbell tinkled.

You both looked toward the new customer, then back at each other. Miya cleared his throat, face shifting back into its neutral expression. “Anyways, that’ll be 340 yen,” he continued, scooting the jar of rice slowly to the side of the counter.

For some reason, you found a laugh bubbling out of you. This whole situation was completely ridiculous, but nonetheless, entertaining. He was entertaining.

You pulled out your card. “Here.”

He took it from your hand while smiling too, your fingers brushing just slightly this time. You flexed your hand by your side to see if the tingling that shot through your nerves would go away. It didn't.

“Here ya go, yer order’ll be ready shortly,” he said, handing you back your card. His cheeks were a little pink this time.

“Thanks.” You stepped to the side.

Your order wasn't complicated and was brought to you fairly quickly, but you didn't leave right after. You waited until Miya was finished with the customers in line, and after everyone was taken care of and on their way with their food, he noticed you were still there.

“Ya need somethin’?” he inquired.

“Eight thousand nine hundred and forty-two,” you stated.

The words he was prepared to say next died in his throat as he realized what you were referring to. “Nope,” he smugly replied.

“Nine thousand two hundred and three?” you tried again.

He shook his head and crossed his arms.

You frowned. “Am I close?”

Miya just shrugged, the same small smirk still on his face.

That earned him a glare. “Useless,” you muttered.

--

It was the start of a new routine for you. Once a day, if you had the time (and you always did), you would make a stop by Onigiri Miya. Most times you would buy something, either for yourself or friends or coworkers as a kind gesture, and sometimes you wouldn’t. But either way, you always made at least five attempts toward the jar.

And you were always wrong somehow. Logically, you knew that this was more than probable-- it was a lot of fucking rice-- but you figured after so many attempts you would at least start to get closer.

The thing is, Miya didn’t tell you if you were closer or not. He never gave you any hints. The only leeway he did offer was a new rule: if you guessed within ten digits of the actual amount, he would count it as correct. That had to give you some boost, right?

But day after day, all you got were negative answers and that stupid smug smile of his. It made you want to wring his neck out sometimes. One day in retaliation, you told him that he looked like his brother when he did that and with how offended he got, you almost thought that was the end of your visits to the shop right there. To mellow him out you had to remind him that they were identical twins; everything he did made him look like his brother. It worked a little.

If anything, the only thing you were making any headway in was your relationship with Miya. Even though you never made it any closer to guessing the right number, every visit brought you closer to him.

The two of you made idle chatter in between customers, though you tried to visit in between rush hours so interruptions didn’t happen so often. You talked about work, hobbies, and your families (though this one was more him complaining about his brother). You learned that he and his brother used to play volleyball in high school together, and were pretty famous as a duo, though Atsumu now played professionally for the MSBY Jackals. He told you the story of how his restaurant came into existence, and even elaborated on why he didn’t follow the same path as his brother one closing night when you had come for your daily visit a little later than normal.

You eventually had to accept that you had a crush on him, though it was kind of hard not to after how much time you hung around each other. You discovered that you admired Miya Osamu very much with his hooded eyes, his cryptic, deadpan humor, and his kindness, and thoroughly enjoyed spending time with him. You wouldn’t say he was perfect, because nobody was, in your opinion, but you would say he was the kind of person you wanted to try and be perfect for.

And this is how the cycle continued. You would show up, talk, fall a little bit more for him, guess the amount of rice wrong again, and eave to return the next day and do it all over again.

Honestly, the only that kept you coming back was him. You were starting to give up on guessing, since you were never right, but told yourself that you’d have to find another excuse to see him if you did. And you did not have another excuse.

The cycle was broken, however, the day Miya Atsumu came to visit.

Even though it had been almost a month and a half since the fated chopstick battle, you had never officially met him until that slow Sunday morning. You were sitting at the serving counter on a stool that had been procured for you several weeks before, just staring at the jar of rice. Miya was working on an order while his coworker (he insisted on calling them all of his employees that, even though he was their boss) stood at the register, handling the customers.

Nobody really ever paid attention to you, since you didn’t do much. You were just known as “Miya-buchou’s friend” that had a bad habit of distracting him from actually running his shop sometimes.

So when you heard an abrupt, “Hey! Chopstick Challenger!” coming from the counter, you were a little confused. But when you saw the bleach-blond that was staring at you with a shit-eating grin on his face (one that was nearly identical to Miya’s), everything made more sense.

“Hello,” you greeted, begrudgingly getting up to bow, when he waved a hand at you.

“Eh, no need for that. ‘Samu talks about ya all the time! Though don’t think that’ll make me forget how competitive ya were the first time we met. ‘Ve seen it first hand now, there’s no changin’ my mind,” he explained.

Had he commented on your competitive streak first, your instinct would’ve been to remark on that, but instead, you reclined back in your seat and looked over at Miya, who had dropped his task of assembling rice balls in favor of staring his brother down with a warning glare that looked absolutely murderous. The sentence he talks about ya all the time! Circled around in your head as you desperately tried to wrangle it under control before it could get out of hand.

For the sake of your own sanity, you had to bring it up. “Miya-kun talks about me?” you repeated, confusion surrounding your tone.

The blond Miya beat your Miya to the punch before he could answer. He snorted. “Yeah, it’s a little embarrassing, honestly,” he commented, snickering at his brother’s growing rage. “Oh, and ya don’t have ta worry ‘bout the formality with me, just call me Atsumu since we’ve got the same family name,” he added, grinning.

“Or, ya can call me Osamu, and call him Miya, since we’ve actually known each other for more than five minutes,” Osamu intervened, directing his attention at his brother the entire time as made his way over, leaning a little bit over the counter that separated him from the two of you. It almost seemed more like he was talking to his twin than to you.

“Uh, okay,” you conceded, watching with a mix of mild fascination and disbelief as Atsumu threw his hands up in surrender and bleated a defensive “What?” toward Osamu.

Your gaze shifted to the latter twin. Sure, Osamu had told you he was competitive, especially when it came to Atsumu, but you didn’t think it would be this bad.

Osamu sighed and rolled his eyes, this time purposefully addressing his brother. “I’m not giving ya free food. Order like everyone else.”

Atsumu exaggeratedly dropped his arms and reeled his head back in offense, his eyebrows drawing together. “I didn’t only come here for free food!” he argued.

“Why then.”

“Well I had a recipe idea for ya to try, but if yer gonna be an ungrateful shit then I’m not gonna tell ya!”

Osamu leveled him with a deadpan stare. Then he muttered something under his breath and turned around to finish the order he was in the middle of before marching into the back and leaving you alone with Atsumu.

Atsumu watched the door for a few beats after, an innocent smile painted on his face, and you were beginning to think that maybe Osamu had complained a little too much about his sibling until that innocent smile turned smug. And even though you hadn’t known Osamu for very long, you’d come to know that a smug smile on a Miya meant that they were hiding something.

Atsumu looked at the jar of rice you sat in front of. He leaned down, bracing his forearms on the counter to be head level with you, and then spoke.

“I’m guessin’ ya don’t know the answer yet?” he quipped cocking his head toward you.

You rolled your eyes and turned to look at the jar as well, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “No,” you grumbled.

Atsumu smirked. “Ya wanna know somethin’?”

You eyed him out of the corner of your eye warily. “... What?”

He leaned a little closer to you and opened his mouth, then with a dramatic cadence to it, whispered, “‘Samu doesn’t either.”

Your mind blanked as you tried to process what that could mean. “What?” you repeated, this time with more confusion behind it.

Osamu burst through the back doors at that time, scanning behind the counter and eyeing the two of you. His eyes narrowed and he asked monotonously, “D’either of ya have a pen?”

You opened your mouth to say yes, but Atsumu said, “Nope. We’re both empty. Sorry,” sending Osamu stomping to the back once again.

Atsumu continued before you had to ask him to. “I sat here in that exact chair--” he pointed to your stool-- ”a month ago and watched him pour a completely random bag of rice into that jar. No countin’ whatsoever.”

Your head felt like it was spinning now, swarmed with a million thoughts and none at the same time. “But-- why would he ask me to guess if he didn’t know the answer himself?”

Atsumu shrugged, and it reminded you of his brother. “Dunno. Could be to mess with ya. Could be ‘cause he was bored. Or could be he wanted a reason for ya to keep comin’ around,” he smiled at the last one. “Who’s ta say.”

Those words bounced around behind your eyes for the rest of your visit.

Atsumu eventually recited his recipe idea to Osamu once he had finally acquired a pen, and left shortly after with a promise to return later when Osamu was less busy for his free food quota. Osamu had apologized to you for Atsumu bothering you and you had said it was okay, but everything had a haze over it, like you were only passively there in a dream, and not a part of it. When Osamu returned to work and you took that as your cue to leave, bidding him a distracted goodbye.

You didn’t show up the next day.

--

The sign wasn’t even flipped to OPEN when you marched in.

The bell of the door ringing caused Osamu to turn around in the middle of setting up tables for the day. He started by saying in a practiced drawl, “’M sorry, we don’t open for another--” but as soon as he noticed it was you, his expression morphed into surprise. “Oh, hey! Where were--”

“Three thousand seven hundred and fourteen,” you declared, meeting him in the middle of the shop.

Osamu blinked at you. “Nice to see ya too? And no,” he chuckled.

“Thirty thousand one hundred and eight.”

He gave you a side-eye expression, assessing you quizzically. “No. Is this why ya were gone yesterday? Did ya meditate on this or somethin’?”

No. But you had meditated on something else. With the context of what Atsumu had told you, you had sat around your apartment and reassessed every cryptic thing Osamu had said to you in the past month and a half. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but when thinking about it all from the perspective that Osamu wanted to convince you to keep returning to his shop, and that he maybe even liked you, everything made more sense. So after talking it all over with a friend of yours and getting a second opinion on the situation, and then stewing on all your information for several hours, you came up with a plan.

The slightly concerned look in Osamu’s eyes made you think he could see the determination in yours.

“Seven thousand eight hundred and sixty-three,” you leveled carefully, looking him fully in the eye.

He raised an eyebrow at that and crossed his arms. “Ya seem awfully confident about that one,” he challenged.

You narrowed your eyes. “Am I right or wrong?”

The tension was almost palpable between you two. You watched him as he prepared his answer, and you braced yourself in preparation for the answer to your theory.

“Wrong,” he stated, leaning forward enough so that he was just slightly in your personal space.

You pursed your lips and reached in your bag to pull out your notebook. You flipped it open to the intended page and held it for him to see. “Right,” you corrected, pointing to the number circled at the bottom of the page, preceded by scribbles that spelled out the mathematical equation for volume.

Osamu looked at the page. You watched as his eyebrows slowly scrunched together, and then as his face slowly tilted back up to yours to where you could see the incredulous expression it was contorted in.

“Cheater,” he whispered, seemingly scandalized by your betrayal.

You tried to catch him before he went on a rant. “Why did you say--”

“I thought we agreed ya wouldn’t do the math!” he exclaimed, his arms flopping down to his sides. You were both very lucky you were the only ones in the shop.

“You only made me agree to that because you didn’t actually know the answer!”

“I-- ” Osamu began, but stopped when he realized he didn’t have a come back for that.

“What’s. Going. On,” you deadpanned.

Osamu pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek. “What’d’ya think is goin’ on?”

“Are you--”

“‘Kay, ‘kay,” he relented. Osamu sighed, seeming to be gathering his nerve, before continuing in a softer tone. “Long-story-short, I was trying ta ask ya out ‘cause I like ya and I think yer really cool an’ pretty an’ funny an’ a million other things, but I didn’t know if ya liked me back ‘cause I wasn’t gettin’ any reaction from ya, so I used the rice jar as a delay, an’ after I’d figured out if ya liked me I was gonna declare ya the winner randomly and give ya my number as the prize.” He finalized his ramble with a shrug.

Understandably, it took you a minute to process all of that. Sure, you’d had your suspicions, but you hadn’t been expecting him to just drop a confession on you like that. With how stubborn and cryptic he could be sometimes, you thought it would take you a good ten minutes of badgering for him to admit it.

Osamu looked at you warily, outwardly showing his usual calm demeanor, but eyes scanning your face with apprehension. “So?” he prompted after you still receiving nothing.

“I’ve shown up,” you started slowly, “to your shop, every day, for the past month and a half, and you didn’t know if I liked you?”

“I didn’t know if ya were jus’ a nervous person or not! I didn’t wanna make ya uncomf’terble!” he reasoned.

“Well, I do!” you finally stated.

Silence covered the two of you once again and you suddenly realized the space between you and Osamu was a lot smaller than it had started as. You could see the flecks of blue hidden in his irises this close; you could watch the steady growth of pink bloom on his cheeks as he comprehended what you’d said. His tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“Ya like me?” he repeated in a breathless tone that even in a shop full of people, still only could’ve been heard by you.

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

Several seconds went by. Osamu’s eye’s darted to your lips. The only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat in your ears, and him.

“‘Samu?” you tested.

He gulped. “Mm?”

“Are you gonna kiss me?”

You didn’t have to ask him twice.

[faerienextdoor]

general relationship hcs with (some) pastas

Fair warning, I'm using and hinting at mine and my friends’ writing for these creeps :) enjoy  also as soon as i figure out how to open an ask box, I’ll be accepting requests

Brian:

- oh where to start with this absolute himbo

- he melts around you. like he's your bitch, and you're his.

- he's the type of boyfriend that takes you out in the snow and shoves a handful down the back of your jacket, and laughs until you shove snow in his face

- it is snow war

- it ends with you cuddling him, wrapped in a blanket and content in front of the burning fire he got started just for you <3

- but he also has some weird... habits.

- drinks pickle juice.

- gets his hand stuck in the jar.

- looks at you like 🥺 until you sigh and help him. for the fifteenth time.

- he can cook some basic breakfast foods, and happily breaks out a cookbook to prepare you something as a surprise or to learn something with you!!

- baking with him would be a mess. he forgets flour goes everywhere and now you both look like you took a bath in cocaine

- but the cupcakes are mediocre at best. they aren't absolute garbage, so... cupcake points!

- he worries about how hoodie treats you. he doesn't remember anything when he regains control, but you've reassured him hoodie is just fine.

- and he is

(hoodie)

- hoodie is like a rottweiler or a doberman.

- protective. intimidating. energetic.

- but also a giant fucking baby.

- this large ass man lumbers over and drops to his knees. places his chin on your lap and stares at you from the fabric of his mask until you stop what you're doing and stroke his head awkwardly

- you could swear he does those happy grumbled a rottie does.

- hoodie is silent but shows he loves you just as much as brian does. He strokes your hair silently, even places a kiss to the crown of your head as you sink into his beefy arms.

- he smells nice too. surprisingly.

- but that raises the question: if hoodie showers, does he shower with that damn thing on?

- you won't get an answer if you were to ask.

- brian introduces you to his grandma julia. and she dotes on you.

- the immortal old lady remarks that you’re the best s/o brian has brought to her yet.

Tim:

- a lumberjack man with biceps like a fucking tree trunk

- how'd you land him? give me your secrets (/j)

- he's such a love bug. a tired stressed love bug.

- he finds /every/ excuse to have physical contact with you. it's like a little touch from you reassures him that you're real. you're like a dream to him.

- he's the best for cuddles. He holds you to his chest

- and you get special access to his moobs

- and he gently strokes your head, traces shapes into your back, etc. it's a special intimate moment each time.

- my man's is italian-american but can't cook to save his fucken life

- he always gets your favorite microwave meals though!! he never forgets.

- not feeling good? dw baby he's making it for you <33 shitty low tier bean and cheese burrito coming up

- slowly he learns the basics and surprises you with lunch or even dinner if you're lucky!!

- he loves you so much. and wants you to feel it and know it. all the time.

(masky)

- god where to start with this bitch

- he's not jeff levels of bad ofc, but he's silent and... weird. creepy, some may say. he doesn't mean to be.

- and he's a hard ass. far more strict than tim.

- he follows you around like a giant fucken puppy and will spook you by grabbing you abruptly and holding you tightly

- you can't escape him. he really utilizes his physical strength

- he loves lifting you up and just... holding you. or carrying you off.

- protective and overbearing.

- but tim keeps him under control.

(angst)

- he wouldn't want to lose you like he lost his last wife.

- you find pictures of a woman laying around and a small girl that bears a striking resemblance to her and tim.

- tim goes quiet and questioned but eventually caves and tells you about his family

- or what he used to have

- his wife died and his daughter disappeared.

- it broke him and you're all he has left now

- constantly needs your affection in return to his own

- pls love him

jeff:

- why the fuck would you date him

- he's the absolute worst in so many aspects. But he genuinely tries for you.

- even if his gifts are shitty, it's nice to know he thoughts of you, right? even if it's a half dead flower or a rib torn from a deer caraccas.

- but you get the butt end of his shithead antics. ranch bath, specifically. he smelt like spoiled milk for a week after and you had to cuddle that fucker.

- and don't get me started on mayo bath

- but he still loves finding himself in your arms. or finding you in his. he's demanding affection wise, and will yank you into him for some cuddles. whether you like it or not.

- he isn't one for a lot of pet names, but calls you curse words or "sweetheart" in polish.

- and you get to see the side of him that only shows when he breaks down.

(bit of angst)

- he misses his family and the life he used to have. he'll reminisce what it was like in poland with his mom and family with you, and you sometimes swear you can see his brown eyes gloss over at the memory of her.

- he never talks about his dad, you've noticed.

- don't ask.

- he brushes off heavy conversations with some dumb quip ("wanna see my renegade?")

- he sucks at cooking. god awful at it. but he really tries for you. manages a bowl of oat meal that's edible.

- but he overloads it with sugar and for some reason, salt.

- he's confused. he thinks that's normal (it isn't)

- his idea of a date is napping with you. or rather, forcing you into nap time.

- I mean it when I say this man is strong in a weird fucken way. latches onto you with that iron grip and you won't be able to leave for at least a few hours.

jane:

- ethereal wlw woman.

- could break you with her heels. or a flutter of what eyelashes she has.

- you're lucky to have her, and she's just as lucky to have you!

- she's sweet and charming. very smooth and takes good care of you.

- her love language is a mix of physical touch and acts of service.

- she'll cuddle you all night, and then make you breakfast in the morning.

- she loves showering with you when she's comfy enough around you! it's super intimate and she washes your hair.

- massages the soap into your hair, suds spilling down your neck and back as her fingers scrub circles into your scalp.

- it's heaven on earth. such a domestic life.

- it'll take a while for her to settle enough in the relationship for you to see her without her mask

- you make her feel so loved and wanted

- secure, even.

- she's protective but not controlling or overbearing. shes that type of girlfriend that's just a worrywart and relaxes as soon as you're curled up in her arms. you fit there perfectly, too. like you belong there.

- which you do. at least in her mind

- she has such a gentle touch and hold on you. like she's afraid you'll combust in her arms if she holds you too tightly.

- she loves stroking your hair and having you nap

- using her tiddies as a pillow 👌

(angst)

- she needs affirmation from you when it comes to her scars.

- she thinks that jeff ruined her. permanently marking her once spotless body.

- and she thinks you'll hate her or find her disgusting.

- that's why she freezes if/when you gently slip off her mask.

- she stares at you with those teary green eyes. then leans in and kisses you

- you make all of her worries disappear.

- she's also financially comfortable, but not really rich (on that topic: eat the rich)

- she spoils you every chance she gets. gifts, a nice dinner date, you name it

- she almost spoils you as much as she does her cat Emory

- little shit has the sparkliest fucken collar and acts like he's the shit

- he's your fur baby too now

Helen:

- oh my god this disaster of an art boi

- he's convinced he's the luckiest man in the world (and he might as well be!!)

- he obviously wouldn't have been the one to confess. but it was really obvious by how he painted and drew you constantly, that some feeling for you was lodged into his beating heart.

- he treats you like the finest china. with the most care a man can manage.

- he's the definition of clingy and affectionate from the very start.

- he curls around your sleeping form perfectly when y'all cuddle.

- his hand dances in your hair, soothing you into a dreamless sleep each night without fail.

- he has a magic touch and a gentle voice.

- and he cherishes you so fucken much. (like a simp /j)

- he shies away from kisses at first, but will hold your hand and melts if you hold his face in them!!!

- he's greek, and often speaks sweet things to you in it. he's so comfortable around you that he speaks in his native language to you. that's an accomplishment.

- he loves when you baby him. helen loves being cradled and loved.

- taking a nap with his head on your chest also hits different. he's so in love with you

(angst)

- he's afraid of losing you. who wouldn't be? you're amazing and you love /him/ of all people

- he thinks very negatively of himself. please scold him for self deprecating.

- he always worries he'll wake up and you'll be gone.

- so he holds you extra close at night. and follows you around when you leave for any reason. Trails behind you like a lost puppy in need of a gentle kiss.

- which, is what he essentially is

- and also: pls steal his sweater and wear it. he'll cry over how cute you are.

[yerrrabitch]

A Ride Home

Y/N - Your Name

Y/B/N - Your Boyfriend’s Name

Y/UNI/N - Your University Name

Y/M - Your Major

C/Y - Current Year

It was a normal night. Well as normal as it could be. You and your boyfriend had a fight earlier in the car because your shirt hung “too low”. It wasn’t your fault that your breast spilled out of your shirt the way they did. However, Y/B/N hated that. He actually hated every time you wore clothes that showed any skin. It was suffocating. You compromised and wore his alumni sweater. 

“Y/N!” a blonde from your 8AM yelled, ”Come dance with me!”

You put your red cup down and took her up on her offer. It wasn’t like you were doing anything but brooding anyway. Y/B/N had went into the house with some friends and you were in the backyard waiting. You hated this part. You’d come out with him every weekend to appease him. Truth was your feet, back and head hurt and you craved nothing more than your bed and the feeling of your fan blowing against your cheeks in the moonlight. But, like every weekend Y/B/N would make you feel bad for wanting rest. You went to school full time and worked part time at a local diner so that you could afford to stay in your apartment. He had graduated during your sophomore year and was living his best life while owning his own bar. 

It wasn't like you hated being out; you were just tired. He didn't understand that. Despite hating your hours and your dedication to work and school, he never offered to help with your bills or spend the night in. It’s not like you’d accept anyway but, the thought that he would consider would’ve been nice.

“Y/N!”, she yelled while latching on to your arm. She had grown tired of waiting for you to come to her. She threw her head back and laughed as she grinded on you to the beat of a popular pop song. You could smell the alcohol on her breath and began to laugh. This was actually fun. You two began to dance together more provocatively and you hated being out less. 

Two songs later and you needed a break. You both decided to get something to eat inside. You took off the sweater and put it on the counter. The house owner, Ralph, had laid out all kinds of cheap food. You gravitated towards the fruit while she dove at the pizza. You looked at your phone and saw it was 12:08 AM. 

You had to be at work at 7 AM.

Y/B/N knew this and was still doing God knows what in the house. Irritation set in and you immediately felt your mood sour. You considered ordering an UBER and going home on your own. No. He brought me here, he needs to bring me home. 

You called his phone twice and then sent him a text message.

Y/N: Hey, it’s late and I have work tomorrow. 

Seen 12:15 AM

“You good, ma?” A tall man asked.

You didn't recognize him. He must be from out of town. 

“I’m fine, thank you”

“You don't look fine.” He said eyeing you and the way you shifted from one foot to the other, “you need a fix or sum?”

You couldn't help the laughter that shot out of your mouth and filled the kitchen. He cracked a wide smile at you. He’s fine.

“No, I’m actually waiting for someone to come downstairs. I need to leave.”

“Who?” He asked raising an eyebrow, while leaning against the table and staring into your eyes.

“My boyfriend.” You deadpanned

“Yikes.”

“What?”

“If I was your boyfriend, I would've never left you alone.”

There’s no reason he shouldn't be answering his phone. Let me see where he is. You moved around the table and the man in front of you to find Y/B/N.

“Ma, let me take you home”

You stared at him for a minute. 

“I need to find my boyfriend.” You said, putting an emphasis on the boyfriend part.

“If he’s in this house, right now. You’re single.”

You stop in your tracks and you feel tears well up in your soft, brown eyes. It had to be the liquor, you aren't sensitive.

“Excuse me”, your voice completely icy and your hands shaky. The blonde grabbed her pizza and went back outside, glad to escape whatever was happening in there.

“They're up there playing a stripping game. When I left nobody had pants on so if he's there now I can't imagine.”

You turned on your heel and flew up the stairs and followed the sound of the crappy 2008 hits into a game room. There he was, sprawled out beneath a girl while she sucked on his left nipple. You cleared your throat and everyone in the room paused, knowing who you were. 

He opened his eyes after a second and jumped up in realization. His face morphed from fright to anger. 

“Where’s the sweater?”

The nerve and audacity of this man. You caught him with a bitch sucking on his tiddy and he had the balls to ask you about what you were wearing? You started to laugh. You were borderline hysterical at this point. 

“Die.”

You turn back around and go down the stairs opening your phone. You could handle that in the morning but, right now you needed to go home and go to sleep.

You sighed loudly and pulled your hair up into a bun. You didn't care that it'd have to stay like that until next wash day. You were overheating and irritated. 

A low whistle broke you out of your blank stare into the street. You looked up and it was the man from the kitchen. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, while sitting next to you on the steps.

“I will be. Once I get home and shower this off of me.”

“I can take you if you want.”

“It’s ok. I don't want to bother-”

“I offered. It’s not a bother if I offer.”

You eyed him weirdly. Why did this man have an interest in you? 

“Ok but, windows have to be down the whole way there and you have to drive with one hand out the window” You stated firmly.

He chuckled.

“Ok shorty. I’ll do whatever you say”

*******

He drove a C/Y Acura with red interior. The car was well kept; it still smelled like a new car. You stared at the inside, instantly falling in love with the car and the way it felt.

“It’s just a car.” Your eyes snapped to his, warmth spreading across your neck.

“Sorry, it’s beautiful though”

“It was a gift.” He said while checking his shoulder and pulling away from the curb. A gift? Who’s he friends with? “From my aunt and cousin.”

“Cool. Usually I get books or dinners.” He cracked a smile.

“They’re overcompensating. They weren't around when they could've been.” He stopped at a light. The red illuminated his face and made his teeth look even whiter, if possible. You noticed for the first time that he had gold bottoms in. His long eyelashes brushed against his brown cheek as he cut his eye at you to gauge your reaction.

“Shorty.”

“Yes,” you said blinking out of your trance. He was delicious. 

“I asked you which way”, he said smirking at you. He knew that you liked what you saw. 

“Keep going straight.” You turned to the road, you wanted to keep an eye on your surroundings not only him. 

“So why’re you in a rush to get home?”

“I have to work in a few hours.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. An action that turned you on more. 

“You knew you had to work and you still came out? You’re wild.”

“I thought I would have left hours ago to be honest. Y/B/N and I got into a fight and I was distracting myself downstairs.”

“I saw you at like 9. You were nursing one cup man.” You felt stupid. You should've left after the argument. Matter of fact, you shouldn't have came. 

“Did I ask you?”

“Look, it is what it is. I’m just saying I don't think you came here for you.”

He was right. Your entire relationship with Y/B/N wasn't for you. It started off to appease him and stop his antics. He had been following you around campus trying to get your number for weeks after spotting you in the cafe. You stayed with him because you found comfort in routine. Fuck him. You were tired.

“That doesn't matter.” You said closing the issue off from him.

“Ok. So tell me about something that does”

“Huh?”

“Tell me about yourself.” You left out a small laugh. He wanted to get to know you right after you walked in on God knows what with your ex. 

“I just walked in on my ex cheating on me. Man let me be single for a second.”

“All I asked was for an introduction.” He cut his eye at you. You felt bad. All he wanted was conversation and you assumed he wanted you. I’m such a bitch.

“I’m a senior at Y/UNI/N and I am a Y/M.” You said quietly. 

“All you do is study? I go there too.”

“I’ve never seen you around.”

“You’re too busy trying to help the world,” He smiled. “It’s admirable though.”

“Not the whole world. Only the brown part.”

He let out a earthquaking laugh that warmed every fiber of your being. 

“I respect that. But, why?”

“I grew up with only my mom around. And I saw how it was for her, a single women, to help feed and raise my sister and I. Turn right at this light. I want to help women like that get the tools they need to succeed. It shouldn't be that hard to live a basic life.” You reminisced about all the late nights and early mornings your mom had just to make sure you kept food on the table. “I’m trying to get an internship with this youth outreach program this summer so I can get more roots in the area.”

“I can get you an internship but, it won't be around here”

You stared at him like he had three heads while he passed your street. You quickly told him to take the other way to your apartment to avoid the embarrassment. 

“What do you mean?”

“My cousin built this outreach center in Oakland. I work there when I’m not in school so I can help my community. If you want I can connect y’all.”

You damn near jumped into this mans lap. 

“Of course I want to! Thank you so much!”

“I’m gonna need your number then, sweetheart.”

He pulled into a parking space in front of your building and passed you his phone. You saved yourself and handed it back to him.

“What about you?”

“I want to help black people worldwide loosen the chains of their white oppressors.”

“Any progress?”

“I’m actually making a lot in Oakland right now. I think it’s important to help each other and lean less on the white man and his government. Only then can we truly break free from them.” His eyes were fiery as he explained his goal. His passion oozed out of him and captivated you.

“That sounds like a few generation long project.” You mused. You wanted to help.

“That’s fine. As long as I help my people. I don't care how long it takes.”

You wished you had met him instead of Y/B/N. This man had humor, looks, and layers and you'd just met him. All Y/B/N had was a strong name.

“You're passionate about this.”

“You should understand.”

“I do.” You looked at his arm still hanging out of the window. “Sorry about that. I just have to make sure you won't kidnap me.”

“Girl, if I wanted to kidnap you a few windows and an arm out the window wouldn't have stopped me.”

“Sir. Please.” You laughed. 

“You should buy a taser. Those are more effective.”

“I’ll think about it.” You said while opening the door and climbing out.

“I could've gotten that for you.”

“After all you've done for me tonight?” You shook your head, “Thank you for the ride...” You didn't know this mans name. 

“So this is dumb but, what’s your name?”

“Erik. What’s yours, bright eyes”

“Y/N.”

“Well go inside Y/N. You need rest.” He pointed at the clock in his car. It read 1:45 AM. Damn. You would've traded anything to keep talking to him. “Don’t make that face. I know you’ll miss me but, don't worry you'll see me soon enough.”

[brandstifter-sys]

The Tales of Rabidosa and Scylla Emerald

Word Count: 1207               (Ao3)

Pairing: Dukexiety

Rating: T

Warnings: Sex mention, coming out as trans, confusing pronouns, mtf!remus, ftm!virgil

Dukexiety Week: Bonus Day - Superheroes Virgil just came out to his girlfriend as trans and it could have gone better, luckily he’s got a miraculous and a crime-fighting partner who’s always got his back. But coming out to her leads to some unforseen consequences. Miraculous AU

@dukexietyweek

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Rabidosa crouched on top of some old apartment building, staring off into the city in search of trouble. She was hoping that her patrol would give her something to think about other than her civilian life. Things were icky, and maybe telling Ree the truth about her gender could have gone better. Out of the skin-tight purple costume and mask, covered in black cobwebs, Rabidosa was a guy and Virgil was still getting used to calling himself that out loud. 

“Funny meeting you here!” A familiar voice laughed from behind her–yes her, costume on, she/her, the perfect secret identity–and Rabidosa internally groaned. 

“Scylla,” she huffed and rolled her eyes. She didn’t have to look to see the wily hero dressed up in a green pseudo-leather catsuit with her hair tied up in a partial bun, letting the majority of it fall down her back in eight distinct ringlets. Scylla was always trouble.

“Oh, not even a hello?” she said and sat on the edge of the building next to her partner, “Did your boyfriend do something stupid?”

“What?”

“It’s a little early for you to be out on patrol! Especially without any akumas! What happened?” Scylla questioned and shrugged, wiggling her upper lip in thought, as if she had a mustache under that face sleeve. Rabidosa sighed and sat down, unable to think up a decent excuse. 

“I came out to my girlfriend. And she just stared at me so hopelessly lost and confused.”

“Ace? Aro?”

“I’m a dude. And she’s into girls. I don’t want to lose her, but I don’t want her to see me as a girl, or to put herself in an uncomfortable position to be with me.” 

“If she really loves you, she’ll support you. My boyfriend stuck with me when I came out as trans, and he’s been the best. I kinda hate that I didn’t give him the right amount of support today when he told me something huge, not bad but bigger than my dick! I finally have my head wrapped around it, but I don’t know where he is or when he’ll get back.”

“You froze up?”

“I know, I never shut up, and I just froze! I was like Hannelore Schmatz, but with less decay. I just need to think of a way to let him know I’m okay with this thing and that I would set fire to the department of records for him if he asked.”

“Do that and I will have to take you down." 

"You can take me anyway you like if he ends it because I am such a herbo!" Scylla giggled, "I didn't even get to ask him what his name is—Can I ask yours?" 

"I didn't tell you my deadname, why would I tell you this one?" Rabidosa scoffed. 

"Because it's not on any records so I can't stalk you and who knows if you'll think a different name works better later. You can say no, I get it." 

"Might as well get used to saying it out loud," Rabidosa sighed and bit her lip, "My name is Virgil." 

"Virgil?" Scylla parroted, "I like it! It's the kind of name I'd love to moan and scream and whisper and sing, Spiderling. If things don't work out between you and your girlfriend and me and my boyfriend look me up! And down! Take in the sights!" 

Rabidosa snorted and shook her head. Scylla Emerald was always good at lightening the mood, just like Reina. It was an odd comfort and maybe, just maybe, she would take Scylla' offer this time. 

"I'll think about it. But for now, since it's quiet, I'm gonna go ahead and try to talk to my girlfriend. I want that relationship to work." 

"Good idea! My boyfriend might be home too!" Scylla laughed and pulled out a mace from thin air. She stood up and spun it over her head and flew off. Rabidosa wished she could move that fast. She shot a web from her wrist and swung off towards home.

.

Virgil got into the bedroom through the window and powered down. The magic that made him a spidery superheroine condensed in a puff of black fog and condensed in a web-shaped necklace hiding under his tee. The purple kwami that came out of it flew off to hide in the closet—Arie wasn't big on speaking, but Virgil didn't care much about that. He wasn't ready for a confrontation but he had to go into the main apartment and talk to her. 

"Scare Bear?" she called to him from the door, "Are you in there?" 

"Yeah," Virgil said, squeaking just a little bit out of nerves, "You can come in." 

The door flew open and before he knew what was happening, Virgil was being crushed against a strong chest and sandwiched between a pair of anime tiddies. Reina was big on physical contact.

"Scare Bear, I'm sorry for freezing up before! I was just surprised and processing it! I don't care what gender you are as long as you're happy as you! I love you so much!"

"Duchess, I love you too but I can't breathe!" Virgil gasped. Reina let go with a giggle and held him at arm's length. Her eyes were so bright, a perfect match for her smile. She wiggled her mustache and brushed his bangs from his face. 

"Do you have a name yet?" she asked, bouncing in place, playing up anime stereotypes.

"My name is Virgil," he sighed and looked at her hopefully. She froze again. 

"Virgil?" she squeaked as it hit her, "I like it. It's the kind of name I'd love to moan and scream and whisper and sing, Spiderling." 

"Scylla Emerald?" Virgil gasped. Reina nodded. 

"Rabidosa?" she squeaked. Virgil nodded and suddenly pulled her into a hug. He wasn't crying, not at all. 

"Virgil?"

"It's been you all along!" he laughed, "Holy shit it's been you kicking ass with me this entire time!" 

"Yeah, I guess it has!" she giggled, "Which means I can flirt with you without any restraint in costume! And I will because, boy, you look damn good in that suit!" 

"Look who's talking!" Virgil laughed, "the person I had a crush on in middle school has always been my partner!" 

"You had a crush on me? Aw babe, that's embarrassing!" 

"We're dating!" 

"I know but I was a mess! More than usual! I was so hot for Rabidosa too! And look at me now! I'm dating you and I've never been happier! Jug can suck it!" 

"Not until I do, Duchess," Virgil jeered, "If I even leave anything to suck." 

"Scare Bear don't tempt me!" Reina warned. Virgil smirked and pulled her into a kiss. 

"Duchess, if you don't want to that's fine but dammit I am so happy right now! You accept me, and you've been there the whole time! Maybe I want to top off all this miraculous stuff with something that's almost always miraculous." 

"Almost?" Ree teased, "You know every time is miraculous! I get to see all of my boyfriend!"

“I’m gonna have to get used to hearing you say that,” Virgil giggled, “but I love it, almost as much as I love you.”

“I love you too, Spiderling!”

----

Okay so, spiders are good luck, like ladybugs, how could I not? Rabidosa rabidosa is the scientific name for the rabid wolf spider. Scylla is a sea monster from ancient Greek mythos, not exactly bad luck like a black cat but it fit the Duchess.

[queenmuzz]

Operation: Tiddy Freedom

A special Valentine’s Day Dante x Reader oneshot.

“Oh, you guys are not going to believe this...” Dante yelped as he leapt down the stairs, three at a time, startling both you and Vergil as you organized the bookshelf. You were dusting, while Vergil placed the books (after 'checking' them thoroughly, more than once you had to clear your throat to get his nose out of a book and hand it to you) in their correct slots.

“Found this baby in storage in the upper room, it's over twenty years old, and boy, does it bring back memories!” he crowed proudly “And the best part, it still fits!”

You gave up resisting the distraction, and you finally turned around and saw Dante in the most ridiculous get up. Combat boots, dark brown leather pants... and no shirt. Instead, he wore a bright red, if a bit faded over time leather overcoat, with a wide matching red belt at the waist, with a silvery metal buckle. Looking at the holes on the belt, you deduced that it had never actually been buckled up, ever.

But what really caught your eyes was the brown, nearly black belt of leather that wrapped around his chest. Barely. It had obviously been designed when he was a younger, slimmer, less developed man. It looked like a hoop around a whiskey barrel, barely holding on. In fact, you were certain he was contracting his chest in to keep it from snapping. You could imagine the pattern of the leather embedded into his flesh for a few precious moments after it snapped, the texture of it as it faded under your fingertips as you slowly dragged them across across his chest...

“Ahem” The sound of Vergil disapprovingly clearing his throat, most likely in mockery of your earlier actions dragged you kicking and screaming back to the present. Slightly mortified to be caught in such a daydream, you anxiously glanced at both men, but Vergil was busy frowning at his younger brother, and Dante was too busy checking himself out in the reflection of the jukebox to notice you gawking.

“You looked ridiculous in that as a nineteen year old, and you look even more ridiculous now as a middle aged man, Dante.” Vergil observed, sharply.

“Says the guy who wore an ascot at the same time I wore this,” Dante countered, “Brother, you have no leg to stand on when it comes to fashion. And unlike you,” he paused to flex, and you swore you could hear from across the room, the leather belt protest at the stretching, “I still make it look good, regardless of age, don't you agree sweetheart?”

An uncomfortable period of silence occurred as his words pushed aside the fantasies you had clogging in your brain, like an overcrowded elevator. “O-oh, yeah... Dante... y-you look great,” you stammered. Okay, at least one of them had to notice that you must have turned as red as Dante's overcoat, but nope, the younger brother was too busy preening at your compliment, while the elder was rolling his eyes as he picked up several boxes full of old books.

“Dante,” Vergil's dour voice cut through his brothers cheerfulness, “you were supposed to be cleaning upstairs, not playing dress up. I thought we had agreed that today was to be dedicating to cleaning this poor excuse of a residence”

“Aw man,” Dante pouted, “You can't let a guy just reminisce about his younger years, just a little bit?”

“Look,” you interceded. You didn't want a fight to break out, piling 'Clean bloodstains off the floor' to your list of cleaning duties. “We all deserve a little break,” you turned to Vergil, “How about you drop off those old books to the used book shop, and have yourself a treat at the cafe?” Vergil paused, taking a moment to think about it, before hefting the box of books a bit higher, and nodding. “Very well,” he agreed, “I shall leave you and... this fool alone” You could have sworn you saw a knowing look in his eye as he stared at you for a moment, before he left. Did he know what thoughts were going through your head?. No, he couldn't have.

Even if he had, it was apparent that Dante was oblivious. He was still grinning like an idiot as he adjusted his leather gloves. “I guess I'll get back to the boooooring parts of this job. But....” he said as he pointed his thumbs to his muscular chest, “I'm still gonna keep wearing this”. And after clicking his tongue as he gave you finger guns, he leapt back up the steps, and back into his work.

You continued to tidy up the living room, dusting, organizing, and eventually you pulled out the ancient vacuum cleaner, nearly as dusty as the room itself had been. After getting it to work, you methodically sucked up all that you could, but you couldn't get the image out of your head. That leather belt pressing against his chest, the sound of it creaking as it struggled to envelop that mass of pure muscle. The white hairs peeking around the edges....

That was it, you thought... you needed to find a way to make that leather band snap, preferably while in your vicinity. And you had to be subtle about it, you'd be mortified if Dante found out what you were up to....

Operation: Tiddy Freedom commences now!

The easiest way was obvious; get him to flex his chest muscles. And to do that, he would have to exert himself, lifting something heavy... you looked at the couch, blocking your progress...

“Hey Dante!” you yelled over the drone of the vacuum. For a moment, you thought perhaps you should have turned it off first, but then, the man appeared, sliding down the banister, before landing perfectly on the ground floor.

“What's up babe?” he asked over the din, and you pointed at the couch, miming it being lifted up. You couldn't trust yourself to voice yourself, worried you'd give away your true intentions.

He got the message, “No problem! Anything for you, sweetcheeks” and you blushed, (you hoped if he noticed that, he'd think it was because of the pet name, and not in... anticipation.

And with about as much effort as it took to lift up the receiver of his phone, he lifted up the couch up with one hand, and smiled as he motioned you to proceed. Keeping one eye on his chest, you quickly vacuumed underneath, getting rid of the veritable hutch of dust bunnies that had accumulated.

The leather belt held....

You did your best to hide your disappointment, but really, what were you expecting? The Sparda brothers were freakishly strong, it wouldn't have taken Dante much effort to lift something like this, barely needing to flex his muscles. Your sighs were drowned out by the persistent whine of the vacuum, and you faked a thankful smile to him, (to be fair, he had been helpful, the antique couch would have been a pain in the butt to move by yourself).

The man gave you a cocky smile and then headed back up. You'd have to think of something else.

Operation: Tiddy Freedom

Phase One: Failure

After the living room was decent, you headed to the kitchen. You could vaguely hear Dante thumping around upstairs, and every so often you could hear him singing a rock tune or something. You wiped down the cupboards, emptied the drawers of all unessential items (Did you really need that power cord that goes to who knows what? Nah, just toss it....TOSS IT) and boxed the old dishes that you guys never used.

After coating the oven with the foamy oven cleaner, you decided to sweep the kitchen while you were waiting for it to do it's magic. While not as dusty as the living room, there were some grimy corners that cried out to be swept and scrubbed. One such threatening spot was on the edge of the base of the fridge. The metaphorical light-bulb (that strangely looked like the oven light) went off in your head.

“Dante!” you yelled out, “Need some more help!” And quick as a flash, as if you had summoned Hermes himself, the red clad demon hunter appeared.

“Alrighty, what can ole' Dante do for you?”

You composed yourself as best as you could “I need to sweep and scrub underneath the fridge, mind moving it for me?”

He grinned, and with a focused 'Hmmmph' he wrapped his muscular arms around the machine, pulled, and lifted. You had never in your life thought you would be jealous of a refrigerator, but then again, you never thought you'd fall in love with a silver fox half-demon. But now to the business at hand.

Dante kept the fridge up, a few inches off the floor as you tried to pretend to move quickly to sweep and with the scratchy side of a sponge, getting rid of the decades old dirt that had accumulated there. After all, the longer he held it up, the more likely that leather belt would snap. But there was no distinctive sound of creaking leather being pushed past it's breaking point, no grunt of surprise from Dante, and as he set it back in place after you finished, you quickly glanced at his chest.

The belt remained intact.

Dismay fought to take over your facial features, but you held firm. If he knew what you were trying to do, you weren't sure you could handle the teasing. So instead, you gave him yet another fake smile, thanking him profusely for his help. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, and left the kitchen, and you heard his combat boots clattering up the stairs.

Operation: Tiddy Freedom

Phase Two: Failure.

You began to wipe out the cleaning foam out of the oven, marvelling at how something so delicate as a bunch of bubbles could be strong enough the strip the encrusted dirt. After that, you finished sweeping and scrubbing the rest of the kitchen floor, before taking a breather. All that was left for this room was taking the boxes of unused dishes to the car, for transport to the local second hand shop.

The boxes themselves weren't that heavy, so there was no point in asking him to help you, it was easy enough on its own.  But as you loaded the boxes into your car trunk, a devious idea popped into your brain.  Alright, perhaps the couch, and even the fridge hadn’t been enough, but surely lifting a car….

You pulled out your phone, then gently set it on the ground, before pushing it so it was totally out of reach underneath the vehicle.   Now, to put your acting skills to good use.

“Dante!” you cried out in mock horror, “I need help!”

The man came out running, a bit quicker than you thought, obvious worry on his face. Good, the ploy was working  “What’s wrong, babe?”

Now to play the part of lover in distress.  “My phone,” you said sadly, “I was carrying out the boxes to put in the trunk, and my phone popped out of my pocket, and I can’t reach it under the car.  Silly me, I should have left it inside.”

Dante’s face relaxed in relief as he took a peek at the undercarriage.  “Ah, don’t you worry your pretty little head, just be ready to snatch it up.  And after spending a few moments cracking his knuckles, he grabbed your back bunker, and with both hands, lifted the car a good three quarters of a metre off the ground.

You darted underneath, grabbed your phone, and once you were free and clear, tapped him on the shoulder to let him know it was safe to put it down, which he did with surprising gentleness.  You gave a kiss on the lips as thanks.

And yet, the leather belt still remained unbroken.

Operation: Tiddy Freedom

Phase Three: Failure

You sighed sadly.  All this work for naught.  You’d have to ask him who the leather-worker was for that, seeing as it was such good quality, even after these years.  But it was cold comfort…

“Babe, you okay?” his worried voice split into your morose thoughts.  You shook your head to clean out the mental cobwebs, and you smiled, although you didn’t feel like it.  You felt as dirty as the floor behind the fridge for making Dante do all these things, just for your amusement.

“It’s…. just been a long day, cleaning and such” you replied, truthfully this time.

“Awww, come here sweetheart,” and you felt his strong arms envelope you in a big hug.  So this is what the fridge felt like… You thought to yourself, as he tightly held you against his bare chest. 

All of a sudden, you heard, and felt  what was unmistakably the sound of leather stretching beyond its capabilities, and then....

SNAP!

Dante’s chest belt ripped down the middle, the two ends dangling sadly at his sides.  You stared at them, then at the reddened mark where just a few moments ago, it had been practically embedded into his skin.  You swore you could see the stitches echoed into his muscular flesh.

“Aw shucks,” you heard him say, and you looked up to see him with a cheeky grin on his face.  “Will you look at that?  Looks like I hugged you a bit too strongly.  Sometimes I don't know my own strength, didn’t crush any of your ribs, did I?”

He was joking of course… but that grin he gave you….and the fact that he’d just snapped his belt like it was a piece of dried spaghetti...Wait….did he know what your plan had been all along?

You pressed your face into his chest, both attempting to feel the rapidly fading marks, and also to hide the fact your face had more blush than the entire pharmacy makeup aisle.  

Dante lowered his head, so his mouth was at your ear level, and murmured,seductively “You know, I cleaned up the bedroom, we ought to… christen it before Verg gets home…”

You had barely nodded your head before without warning, Dante lifted you up, bridal style, and carried you indoors like you weighed nothing at all.

And to be truthful, that’s how you felt.