#could i fall when i am lifted by every word u say to me' and his ass is GONE he has EXPLODED

[p4nishers]

crowley, drunk off his ass: and i was yk just some fucked up soul born in cold and rain but he was my fucking sunlight or whatever

hozier, frantically writing on a napkin: HHHMMMM TELL ME MORE

[heejake-hoon]

Warning: mdni, overstimulation, dumbification, creampie, dirty talk...

"Awww my little cumdump, are u having fun?" Sunghoon faux cooed at ur shaking state as you were bonded to the bed frame both ur hands and legs spread open with a wand vibrator pressed securely on ur clit, it has been more than 2 hours of torture, with you cuming and cuming again u weren't sure if ur body could take it any more, drool and tears dropping messily on ur face you wanted to beg him to stop, wanted to tell him to free you, but you weren't even able to say that, so fucked up from all the orgasms he forced out of u with his toy.

"Hmmmm? Baby did I leave you dumb? Can't even answer me? What a useless fuckdoll." You wanted to cry, the humiliation making your skin heat up even more. "It's okay my little slut, don't worry about it. You don't have to do anything, I am going to take care of you. Your just gonna be a good girl and let me do as I please, yeah?" Sunghoon smirked as he turned off the toy making you sigh in relief, you weren't sure if you could take another one of his games, not after this one. He unbound u, letting u fall flat on the bed as he got up from the chair where he was sitting comfortably the entire time."Hoonie... no more." you croaked out, voice raspy from all the screaming, the only thing on your mind was sleep."You want me to stop? Okay then. I won't do anything." Sunghoon shrugged, you sighed in relief thinking he finally got bored of teasing u.But oh how wrong you were.Sunghoon grabbed your hips, lifting them up so your ass was up in the air. You were too tired to even lift your head up and see what he was doing, just sighing happily as his hands caressed ur lower back, kneading ur flesh.

Then the sound of a cap opening was heard and you realized what was about to happen, making you jerk and try to wiggle away.

"Shhhh, don't move, my princess. Be a good girl and let me fill that pretty little cunt up." You were too tired, too sensitive, you couldn't take him inside u. "Sunghoon, wait no-" you cried out, trying to get away from his hold.

"What was that? Did you just tell me no?" Sunghoon's tone suddenly turned ice cold and you whimpered at that, realizing your mistake."No, no. I- I'm sorry. I was just- no. I'm a good girl, I'm a good girl for hoonie." you mumbled, words almost unintelligible. "Mmmmm, that's right, you're my good girl. Always so sweet and obedient for me. My perfect doll." You sighed happily, glad that you could please him.

Then the next second you were crying out as you felt him plunging deep inside you."Hoonie! It-it hurts!" you tried to get away, but his hands were like iron on your hips.

"Aw baby, does it hurt? But you were begging me to fill u up earlier." You gasped at that. You did? When did you say that? You weren't even aware of that "H-how..." you whispered, confusion evident on ur face. "That's when I knew you were ready. Your body knows what it needs, and you're just too dumb to realize it. So I helped you out." Sunghoon smirked as he thrust deep inside you, making you whimper in pain and pleasure "Ah-h! S-sunghoon. It's-it's too much!"

"You're taking it so well baby. My pretty little slut." The soft kisses he gave you were contradicting so much from how hard he was pounfing you, sending you over the edge once again. "Hoonie- I, ah! Ah! Hoonie!" You couldn't even form proper sentences as he hit your g-spot with every thrust. "Come on, cum for me again, my little princess. You know how much I love your tight pussy clenching around my cock."His filthy words and his rough thrusts were all it took for you to cum, vision turning white as your body spasmed.

Sunghoon followed shortly after, pumping you full of his warm seed, filling you up so nicely, and you moaned at the feeling "So perfect. My perfect baby." He cooed, peppering your face with kisses and you smiled lazily at that.

[hotxcheeto]

Hi! Hope your doing well i was gonna ask if u could do an ellie x fem reader where ellie is completely downbad and overstims the reader ALOT u can add some fluff in there too if you feel like it, love your work and have a good day

━ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐓

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, mean ellie, ellie is in fact down bad tho cause reader is her bby, vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), oral ( r! receiving ), strap on use ( r! receiving ), a lot of teasing, ellie makes fun of the reader here and there ( lightly ), degradation, praise, ellie thigh kink lmfao, dom!ellie, sub!reader, reader is a total pillow princess in this

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Look at me, being all active and stuff. So sorry this took me literal months, I hope you enjoy, it's currently 3am and I am tiredddd. But I am proud of how this ended up coming out!

REBLOG MY WORK! I WORK HARD & IT'S APPRECIATED!!

"Ellie..."

She hated that tone, it was as if a red light beamed above your head and had the words 'not happy' written across it. Her eyes flickered upwards, focusing on your blissful yet aggravated expression.

"What?" She questioned.

"They're all stretched and bunchy now."

You were going to be the death of her.

Your thighs were pressed as far back as the mattress would allow, the middle of the pink shorts pushed to the side to make room for her mouth. This meant her tongue just kept dancing up and down and up and down. Again and again, around your clit and then she'd annoyingly pull away to press a sweet kiss to your inner thigh.

She was toying with you as if you were just some dumb thing for her entertainment. And you took every second of it like a good plaything.

"I know... you just looked so pretty." She muttered between breaths like she was a starving animal that'd found food after days of searching, you though, were worried she'd rip your bottoms.

Constantly pulling and tugging to fit her desires. The light fabric was only so strong, and you were only so patient until you finally had to say something.

"Y-you're gonna-" Your head fell back, a high pitched cry filling the room as she shoved her fingers deep inside your hole. Eyes rolling back and Ellie just smiled at how pornographic you sounded. Such a good dumb girl all for her, no director could make that up for some shitty scenario.

"M'gonna what? What am I gonna do Y/n/n?"

Your breaths were uneven, as were your little pleas. You listened to them as you lifted your head up to watch her play with your pussy. It was dirty, yet you felt yourself clench around her just at the sight. Lips covered in your slick along with a bit of her chin, it made you run hot seeing it, and she nearly laughed at your flustered hum.

A part of you was embarrassed someone could make you fall apart so easily. Like a glass doll being tossed onto the ground, except she still had a care for the shards leftover.

"You're gonna rip 'em..." You pouted, hips bucking towards her mouth, almost as if it was instinct at this point. Chasing after her like you needed her, like she was water and you were dying of thirst. So pathetic, she'd concluded, but it was all just for her and that made it perfect.

"I'll buy you whatever new shorts you want, any damn color..." You shook your head at her response, reaching towards the hand holding them back to keep you exposed.

"But-" You began, but she quickly gave you a look, a warning. Her green eyes dark and almost dangerous, but they could never be such a danger to you. But for some reason you still felt a small little sinking feeling that made you nothing if not annoyed. You huffed at this, giving her a glare before you realized you were very outmatched.

"You promise?" You then replaced the sentence you first formed, choking when the woman pressed her tongue flat against you, just to tease a little.

"I promise baby." She said, watching you nod your head. "Okay..." And that was that, her fingers fucking your hole with no remorse as she tasted you. Sucking on your clit with a force that was anything but gentle.

It wasn't a surprise when the coil in your belly began to tighten. Legs shaking and body trying to run but there was no escaping the hold she had on you. At least not in this moment and that was enough to make you moan.

"M'gonna- El- El m'gonna-" She just stared, continuing to kitten lick your clit. The tips of her fingers curling, brushing over your g-spot before applying more pressure than you knew how to deal with at that moment.

The cherry on top was the moment you grinded so roughly into her face that it made her groan, the vibrations rocking you over the edge. A numb sense of pleasure rushing from the bottoms of your feet, up to your chest as you came, head pushed back into the pillow. It was so much at once you were positive you'd implode then and there.

She drank you up as well, lapping at your little bud. Listening to you choke out air and swallow your own screams so as to not piss off your neighbors more than you probably already do.

What a shame.

You nearly trapped her between your thighs just after that wonderous reflection skidded through your mind, her grip faltering for the mere moment she'd gotten busy watching you orgasm. You were all but crying, even as she pulled her mouth away. Her hand didn't move from its place though, slowly rubbing the area around your entrance. It kept you on edge, almost painful, no breaks, just her and it made you feel drunk, despite being stone cold sober.

"How 'bout I take these off?" She smiled, gesturing to your shorts with her free hand. "Hm?" She then made a noise, looking at your blissed out face which stared back at her with half a thought, grabbing at her hand to get her to give you a moment to relax.

"P-please..." It came quiet from your lips, watching her nod while looking down and carefully pulling her fingers out. You whimpered so softly it was almost silent, feeling empty at the loss of her hand and oh so bare as the pink fabric came sliding down your thighs.

"I'll get you a new pair since I stretched these ones out, alright?" You shook your head but didn't say anything. "Yeah, that sounds good, huh?" She assured, leaning down and kissing both your boobs before the valley between, looking up at you.

She chuckled when you motioned for a kiss, bending up a bit to meet your lips whilst her hips grinded into your own, feeling the way you gripped her shoulders and dug your nails into her muscles.

"M'not done with you yet." She whispered, her breath fanning your lips whilst she pulled back, tilting her head. The nervous, flustered embarrassment from earlier came flooding back as you watched her try to make up her mind about something, pecking your lips once again.

"Roll over..." She said, then let out a breath of amusement from her nose when your eyebrows furrowed. "But I've been good..." You muttered, watching her nod, kissing you quickly before backing her face up once again. "Exactly."

Face down ass up with three fingers stuffing your hole and a vibrator on your clit was the perfect way to reward you. She usually liked doing it all herself, though, when you did a good job, you got good a outcome. You had been such a good girl after all, why not give you a little something to feel for another few days?

"Ellie-"

Drool dribbled across your cheek and onto the pillowcase that didn't match the bedspread, soft moans and whines tumbling from your lips each time she rocked her hand in and out. It was agonizing, from the long minutes she spent only messing with you, but she wasn't cruel, especially not during your reward time.

"That's it... fuck you look so pretty." Her mumbles were just barely audible, along with whatever babbling mess you were managing to string together. Knuckles sore from holding onto the bed sheets so tightly but you just couldn't let go.

"You want more?" She asked, tilting her head while watching your face with a look of indescribable content, that made you smile at her, shaking your head with a few small pleads following.

"Mhm, pl-please-"

"So polite.." Her lips broke into a smirk, pupils flickering over to the way her fingers disappeared inside of you. Like a very entertaining magic show that she couldn't seem to look away from.

Only this was not an illusion. It was very, very real. And she loved it.

"Please El- oh..." Your voice died away as she moved deeper and much more quickly. Entire body rocking as she fucked you, the sounds of your wetness like music to her ears. It was a sight, a sight just for her.

You shoved your face into the pillow only for the vibrations to disappear and a slap to your ass to be the response. A shriek hurriedly overstepping the noises that had been coming from your cunt and filling the tantalizing silence.

"I wanna see your pretty face." You turned your head towards her, tears of both pleasure and pain prickling your eyes. "S-sorry Ellie." "That's my girl." She hummed, pressing the toy back against your clit while continuing on with her thrusts. Loud moans swallowing up the room once more.

"Ellie m'gonna..." She hummed, cutting you off whilst nodding her head. "I know..." The vibrator seemed to move with an intoxicating pattern of waves before then came a pause and just before you could complain, it seemed to get more powerful. Pushing deeper against you, hand only moving faster and faster.

"M'coming-" She kept it quick, hard, and deep. Giving you the best while you nearly cried from the surge of a pure orgasmic flood that raced you over the edge. Thighs shaking and body giving out against the navy sheets that had already been previously coated by you nearly three times now.

You could hear her speaking, but you couldn't actually hear her. Mutters of nonsense tumbling out along with a string of thank yous that made her smile. She could tell you were coming down hard against her hand while your mouth hung wide, wide enough for her thumb to make it home.

When she did so, she let it sit for a moment, then pressing the digit against your tongue making you gag at the sudden surprise, but she had only laughed.

Your mind was fuzzy, so fuzzy you hadn't realized that she'd slowed herself. Never feeling the kiss she then gave you just above your eyebrow, only the aftereffects of the toy that was no longer even powered on, her hand instead pulling out to massage your sensitive cunt.

Her hand moved from your mouth, gripping your hips to get you to turn onto your back that way she knew you were comfortable. Hearing you sigh as soon as she did so made her confident in her position change, besides, she liked how your tits looked in this lighting.

She then brought her hand up, moving behind your head to massage your neck since she'd kept you looking to the side for so, so long.

"Was that good?" She asked, pressing her forehead against your own before pulling back to kiss the spot between your eyes. You nodded in response, "Use your words, babe." You again nodded, this time followed by a quiet, "Yes."

She didn't react though, fingers trailing down to your pussy before pausing. Just below your belly button, her hand had frozen.

"You look so pretty today." She then mumbled, looking over your thighs once more, she really had liked those shorts.

"Spread 'em." You groaned at her lude words, though your legs came apart. "Don't talk like that."

She chuckled, kissing down your sternum, her lips ghosting over the rest until she was between her two favorite things once again. She had to clean you up now, there was no way you'd end up in the bath before you fell asleep, and all of this would go to waste if she just wiped it away now.

"Like what?" She muttered, warm breath fanning your swollen clit that was already aching for more. "Fuck, look at that, such a good little slut for me." You shook your head. "M'not."

Her eyes met yours again, your little pout making her let up, but not without a slightly longer chase.

"You're not good?" You quickly shook your head. "I am." She raised her eyebrow in response to you. "Then what are you not?" "M'not a slut."

She again, looked at you with amusement in her eyes, humming.

"Sure princess."

"Ellie!"

"I've seen the way you've begged for my cock."

You tried to look away but there was no use, she clicked her tongue and you knew she'd get frustrated if you didn't turn your head back.

"But that's with you..." She let out a breath through her nose, kissing the inside of your thigh. "You think I don't know that?" You let out a noise, unintelligible and nearing a whine. "No, but I-"

Ellie leaned forward, taking a long stride with her tongue up your cunt. Focusing her attention on the bundle of nerves that seemed to really need all of her centered right there. And in your head that was as heavy as cotton, you were beginning to realize that maybe she was right.

"How about instead of cleaning you up? I show you how good of a slut you are for me?" You choked, painted nails clawing at her bare arms. "You want my strap?" You nodded, thighs trying to tighten around her head, but she kept her firm, restraining, clutch on them both. That meant, they stayed on the bed.

"Gotta ask nicely."

She groaned as she sucked and swirled her tongue around your clit. Eyes on yours - that were blurred and emptily staring at the TV before they turned to stare at her. They had never looked so pretty though. Even while they cried because she teased too much for her own good.

"P-please.." She pulled away, much to your dismay. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me with your cock Ellie..." You whined once more, begging for the other toy she had yet to use, the few choices that stayed alongside the two options of vibrators in the plastic box that usually stayed the closet, but was now nicely sitting open on your nightstand.

"Which one?" She sat up, massaging circles into your hips. "You pick." You mumbled, straining your head only to see her pull out the biggest option, your brain dizzy just from seeing it.

"You gave me the choice..." She reminded, seeing you agree while licking your lips. Pupils tracking the way she clipped it to her pelvis, allowing the tip to bump your clit as she moved it around to adjust it. She just liked how you jumped each time it happened.

"Will you be easy though?" She made a noise, meeting your eyes. "Your choice princess, m'not the one getting fucked." You covered your eyes, peeking through only to watch her align the silicone up with your hole.

"Okay... be easy please."

Pushing in just as you spoke made your mouth stretch wide along with your entrance, pleads for her to go deeper immediately following all while Ellie folded your legs back like you were a ragdoll.

"Already begging... but you're not a slut right?" You shook your head, watching her thrust shallowly into your wet warmth, finding the fake cock rubbing against your walls. "M'not..."

She laughed, moving back and forth faster, holding onto your hips but not as tightly as she had been before. Instead choosing to move a hand in order to press down on your lower belly, watching your eyes widen and an almost scream follow.

"That feel good?" She then listened to you say yes, over and over while staring into her eyes. "More- mo-more El-" "You still not a slut?"

You couldn't answer, looking up at her with your sad stare and wobbly lips, though you were only half sad which made her laugh as she kept going. Leaning down to kiss your pretty mouth that was tainted just the slightest with your sweat that made you just a bit salty to the taste.

"Answer me.." She whispered against you, thrusting her hips back and forth at a slow, deep pace, just how she knew you wanted.

"M'a slut..." You murmured, feeling her grab your face and puff your cheeks up, chuckling as she did so. "What was that?" You looked like an angry pufferfish when she began moving quicker, making you whimper. The girl leaning down to smooch your puckered lips.

"I'm a slut..." You then spoke just the slightest louder, the sound of her hips barreling into your own soon filling up your ears to the brim. "Huh?" You wanted to cry and she saw it, grinning like the Cheshire cat when she leaned in to kiss you again.

"My good little slut, huh?" You nodded, the silicone brushing against your clit each time she bottomed out as she moved over and over again. Broken moans clawing out of your throat and out into the open air confirming that you were in fact,

"Such a good little slut, yeah? Does she wanna come?"

A mess of the word 'yes' came barreling out, holding onto her for dear life whilst she kept you folded back, hiding her face into your neck. She kissed and sucked and did whatever she pleased whilst screwing her pelvis into your own, forgetting the entire fact that she'd said she'd be gentle. It seemed though, that you did too.

"You gonna come?" You kept agreeing to her words, feeling the build up swirl around and around as if it was also teasing you now that she'd stopped. "Come baby, c'mon..."

You felt your juices drip down your ass as you came, shaking around the silicone, crying out for her to not stop. And she didn't as you squeezed around her, gritting your teeth as you came, feeling it through every inch of you. The tip just barely kissed your cervix whilst she rocked her body against your own.

You absentmindedly pushed her away but she hadn't stopped, only slowed, grabbing your leg and turning you to the side. Pushing your thighs together and looking at the way your cunt dripped with your own extract.

"One more? Okay?" You shook your head, denying it but she'd already begun to move. "Just one more, alright?" Her hand ghosted over your nipples, sore from all her play, but it felt good, good enough that you reached to keep her touch there, holding her wrist in place.

"I lo- love you-" You moaned, feeling her nod as her face was close to your own, hair tickling your cheeks. "I love you too baby..." She watched you hum, her hands now ghosting over your face like feathers as she just barely hovered above your flesh.

You were getting close again, you weren't very far in the first place though. Feeling it bubble up in your lower half, pleasure waves moving up and down with a sob of bliss coming right after.

You came hard, this time followed right after having orgasmed just before, meaning this made it seem so much more guttural as it happened again. Squeezing the bottom of the pillow until your hands shook from the pressure of your own grip.

"E-Ellie.." She grumbled out something against the surface of your neck, burying her nose in the smell of you before pulling her head away. Giving a quick peck to your upper shoulder before leaning away to look at the way your cum coated the fake cock and the mattress beneath you both, the look of your worn out and ravaged body along with your slightly overworked face then had her leaning back in.

"How about one more? Just one?"

She was going to be the death of you.

[jeonghantis]

https://twitter.com/dindinowo/status/1657312174568767488?s=46&t=gMNFXRsnYXE0OiELxeVYXw

i know he is probably just sleepy but….. dacryphilia go brrrrrr

✧ — [11:33 PM] (k.mg)

PAIRING ⇝ kim mingyu x reader.

TAGS ⇝ established relationship, smut.

WARNINGS ⇝ language, gn!reader, small caps are intentional, explicit sexual content (MINORS, DNI!).

EXPLICIT WARNINGS ⇝ sub!mingyu, dom!reader, top!mingyu, bottom!reader, praise (mingyu is called pretty and if u dont fuck w that click out), dacryphilia, teasing, tear licking (does this need a warning), handjob, orgasm denial, edging, penetration, unprotected sex. lmk if i missed anything!

WORD COUNT ⇝ 842 words.

note: congratulations, anon. you made me so feral that you're getting a short, probably poorly written drabble. 😁 because holy shit……… tell me why my stomach flipped when he started wiping his tears…. anyway i’ll tell you 😋 i hope you enjoy hehehehehhehe. this was written completely on a whim so it is not proofread one bit and it's a bit less detailed than my usual writings and different. it is just me pouring my brainrot out. i am so SORRY.

reblogs & comments are very much appreciated.

hard hours are open.

you’ve been stroking his cock for god knows how long, but every time he feels like he’s close to cumming, on the brink of toppling over into a euphoric high, you wrench away your hands away from him. he’s mewling and just so pathetic as his hips stutter up into the air as if to chase after that stolen bliss to no avail. 

“you’re adorable, baby,” you lilt sweetly, leaning down to press a feathery kiss atop his leaking tip as a reward—or was it to further taunt him? “can i see it again? can you handle one more?”

no, absolutely not, he wants to say, but defiance had long quelled away from him since the third (fourth?) time you’ve denied his release.

“i-i don’t know,” mingyu exhales shakily, glistening eyes wavering to meet your gaze. “m-maybe?”

“it’s a yes or no question, darling,” you smile and squeeze around the base of him which earns a delightful throb from him. 

mingyu worries on his bottom lip. “just one more?”

“just one more,” you reassure. 

his eyes shut. “then yes, i can.”

a grin. “you’re so good for me, gyu.”

and so, mingyu is enduring another round of your cruel ministrations with his hands remaining stubbornly at his sides as you told him to, clenched so tightly into fists that his nails imbed red crescents into his palm. pleasure was a fiery flame from where it sparked once again in his abdomen, licking its way up his veins and swallowing everything in its path. it fogged his brain, compelling him to focus on nothing else but its passionate blaze. mingyu was almost lost in it, the remaining fraction of his sanity almost completely consumed. then his moans grow louder in volume and frequency, his thighs flexing -

and you’re pulling your hands away from him once again, darkened and eager eyes watching his every move. 

something in mingyu breaks then and it was not the sweet release he had been hoping for. tears flow from his eyes, staining his cheeks in a wet sheen. his sobs comes with tiny hiccups, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, and yet he’s still babbling his pleas and mantras of your name through it all. he’s gone. he’s so impossibly gone in his own desires and need, and all you could do was just stare. you stare and take it in with widening eyes and a pounding heart.

“oh my god,” you whisper under your breath. 

you’re torn. your first instinct is to panic, to coddle your lover and wipe his tears away and reassure him of everything good in the world. but beneath, the underlying and somehow very overwhelming part of you wants to laugh. oh, it’s sick. you’re absolutely sick to be deriving pleasure from this. but god help you, there was just something so gratifying about seeing a hulk of a man trembling and crying under you because of you. 

“you did so well, gyu,” you croon, finally lifting yourself from your position to finally climb over his sprawled figure. “god, you look so pretty right now.”

mingyu lifts a hand to start dabbing at the tears that continue to cascade down his face, then up to his eyes where they blur his vision. “was i not pretty before now?” he murmurs weakly.

you laugh. “i see you’re fine enough to be joking around.”

“i’m so very far from fine,” he sulks with pouted lips, his hands coming to rest on your waist. “i need to cum inside you to be fine.”

“of course,” you snicker and seat yourself down on him, your throbbing arousal resting neatly on top of his own. the softest moan slips from your lips, while the loudest slips from his, his grip on your waist tightening just the slightest bit.

“please,” mingyu sobs out, looking at you with his pupils blown out wide from pure, primal lust. “please, baby, i don’t think i can handle any more. just please fuck me.”

you gave a fake hum of consideration just as your hips roll deep, dragging your crotch over his with one lazy, delicious drag that draws out the most pitiful whimper from mingyu.

“well, since you asked so nicely,” you say, wearing the sweetest smile on your face. 

“thank you,” he breathes out when he feels your hand wrap around his girth again.

“thank you,” he says again when you press his blunt tip to your fluttering hole.

“thank you,” he mewls out when you finally sink down on him, swallowing every inch of him in your luscious heat. 

you reach forward, thumbing away at the new set of tears that he had not known were running down his cheek. you bring your finger to your mouth, lapping at the salty drops you gathered, and your lips only pull wider into a grin. 

mingyu let out another sob.

“for the record,” you start, cradling his face gingerly in your hands. “you’ve always been pretty. i just find you a just little bit prettier when you’re crying for me.”

*cut to mingyu cumming in one stroke* hehehhe

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[pictureinme]

pls do switch!kitten x switch!reader fic with cunnilingus + body worship !!

thank u so much for ur request and patience !! i decided to have more emphasis on the reader's body getting worshiped teehee (also peep both me & jd doing shit like this tonite lol)

you've got a woman

patricia ‘kitten’ braden x f!reader word count: 1.8k tags: self-image issues, sad reader, established relationship, body worship, 69 (cunnilingus, anilingus), hand-job, vaginal fingering

(ao3)

“You ready, love?”

Kitten’s voice from behind you caused a tentative smile to grow upon your face, and make a noise that could be understood as either affirmation or otherwise.

Biting your lip, you looked at your state of readiness. Still in your pajamas with unbrushed locks, you sigh gently. She enters the bathroom where you’re currently debating, and huffs.

“Darling, you haven’t done a thing!” Her eyes squint at your appearance, not in disdain, but concern. “Did you still want to go dancing tonight?”

You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t… seem to feel like myself today, love.”

Kitten sits you down on the toilet seat, and kneels in front of you, worry muddying her features, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Feeling tears prick at your eyes, you shrug again. She holds your hand gently, tracing soothing motions into it with her thumb, and a tear falls.

“Honey, you can tell me anything,” she wipes the tear away with her other hand, “Come to bed with me.”

Leaning up together, Kitten guides you slowly to your shared bedroom. The two of you sit on your green duvet, and the tears don’t stop.

“I don’t feel like I deserve to be with someone like you.”

“Don’t say such things,” she looks to you rather sternly, “You deserve me just as much as I deserve you. Can’t you see that?”

“I worry whenever…” You pause, knowing how silly you sound, “Whenever we go out, you’ll find someone prettier or smarter or just plain better than I am.”

“You’re a fool, (Y/N),” Kitten's blue gaze bores holes into you, and it’s hard for you to meet it. "There's no one out there better for me than you."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I just am," she places her hand on your thigh, and squeezes, "You're perfect in every single way. The way you always pick me up from work with a kiss and a bag of chips, the way you give me massages when the clients are just too demanding… the way you take care of me."

Leaning on her shoulder, you whisper, “Too good to me…”

Kitten kisses your forehead, her liberally applied perfume permeating your senses, “You deserve goodness. It isn't only the things you do for me, you know. That isn't all you are.”

With her hand still holding onto your thigh, and your lips so close to her neck, you couldn’t help but leave a delicate kiss. Humming in contentment, she cranes her neck so you can kiss her more.

“I adore how your eyes sparkle when you see a puppy on the street, and how your voice goes all cutesy when you talk to them. I especially love the days we skip on plans and just… love each other.”

Leaving little nips and bites in your wake, you couldn’t help but feel like a weight was being lifted off your shoulders by doing so. You feel her hand move up your thigh, almost petting it. 

“Let me take care of you, hm?” Kitten whispers, “Want to show you just how much you deserve… just how pretty you are.”

Hesitantly, you separate from her neck to nod. As much as you loved taking care of her, if she wanted to take care of you, who are you to argue? Your eyes were still wet with tears, and she knew just how much love you really needed.

Her soft smile eases your worries about her possibly pitying you, and she closes the gap between you two with her lips. It was slow and sweet, and you could practically taste every emotion she was experiencing– love, sadness, gratefulness… desire.

You stop to take a breath, and her eyes are gazing at your lips still, “I love you, Kitten baby.”

“I love you more than anything, sweet (Y/N). Lay down for me, hm?"

Obeying her gentle order, Kitten crawls on top of you, reaching to unbutton your pajama top. You swallow nervously, and she kisses your cheek, “Don’t fret, love. I’ll take care of you.”

Kitten opens your shirt, and kisses at your uncovered chest. Her touch was so gentle and soft, you felt as if you were going to cry again. She licked your nipples gently, lapping them until they were hard for her.

Her ministrations were met with little noises erupting from your throat without your realizing. Kissing down your body until she’s right above your elastic waistband, Kitten looks up at you with adoring eyes. You nod softly, letting her continue.

“Pretty, pretty,” she whispers, mostly to herself, as she pulls down both your sweatpants and panties. "Can't believe you're all mine."

You whine a bit as the cool air touches your bare self, fighting the urge to cover your most sensitive parts. Yet, Kitten’s fingers are always so warm, that they bring you some comfort. She brushes her hand over you, the other reaching to hold your breast. You feel Kitten’s touch everywhere, like an anchor to keep you in the moment. She whispers sweet nothings to your navel as she kisses down to your clit.

Her lips wrap around it, kissing and sucking with ease. As soon as you buck up, she smiles, not wanting to stop you from chasing whatever pleasure you desire. Her fingers tease at your entrance, circling. You felt content in just that until she began to knead your breast.

“Oh, Kitten…” Her finger slips in, curling as she enters. Your head rolls back onto the duvet, feeling every sensation she gives you. “Baby, hold on, one second.”

She immediately rescinds her finger, looking at you, worried, “What’s wrong, love?”

You shake your head, smiling, “Let me make you feel good too, okay? Makes me feel even better. Come on up here.”

Kitten’s concerned look turns to one of excitement as you pat your chest, alluding to what you meant exactly. She rises from her position, kissing your body all along the way. You watch as she begins to undress rather quickly, eager to answer your desires. Her dress falls away into a pile below her, and she steps from the swirls of fabric towards you.

Her lack of underwear has you raise an eyebrow, which goes unnoticed with her preoccupation with climbing on top of you. Kitten giggles as her warmth touches your cold skin as she positions herself reverse to you, hovering over your arousal.

You gaze lovingly at her own above you, biting your lip, “You ready, Kitten?”

“More than ever, baby. Let me taste you, pretty please?”

She wastes no time before diving in, and neither do you. You lick a stripe up her hole, and Kitten shudders against you. She laps at you and sneaks a hand to rub at your clit. Moaning against her, you continue to lick one of your favorite parts of her.

In any other situation, you would have taken your time opening her up and listening to her whines, but with the way she was sucking at your folds, you couldn't help but have your tongue enter her.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" Kitten's breath was heavy, but you didn't stop your actions. Instead, you smiled and sped up. God, you love making her feel the deepest of pleasures.

Kitten groans, beginning to ride your face as she goes to suck your clit. Her fingers move down to finger you yet again, and you pulse around her. You didn't realize how empty you felt until she filled you back up.

You whimper against her hole, the two of you unrelenting in your pleasuring of each other. The vibrations of her moaning had you shaking, you couldn't help but grind against her mouth as well.

Her length twitched, and it deserved your utmost attention. You reach a hand around to grab at her balls, and Kitten stutters against you.

"Fuck, fuck! You're so– ah!"

Tongue continuing to circle and dip into her fluttering hole, you start to pump, desperate for her to release all over your abdomen. Your undulating bodies, never once separating from each other, were hot and sticky. Neither of you would have it any other way.

Kitten scratches down your thighs as you grip her length, and she sucks your clit particularly harshly, and your eyes roll back.

"Don't stop, Kitten… fuck, I'm close."

She smirks, only moving away for a minute to speak sweet nothings, "Never gonna stop, pretty (Y/N)... you taste so good. Perfect for me, aren't you?"

You buck up into her lapping and sucking, feeling your release approaching, egged on by her words. Her hardness twitched, and the tip was leaking onto your fingers. Separating from her hole momentarily, you bite at her cheek, eliciting a muffled shriek from Kitten.

Her moans continue, and so do yours. She moved between thrusting into your hand and grinding on your face effortlessly, full of need. You loved the way she felt on top of you, shuddering and wanting, but still set on getting you off.

With Kitten’s fingers beginning to circle your entrance again, the feeling of relief washes over you like a tidal wave, almost quite literally. Your release wettens her face, but you’re too busy watching her cock release its own all over your stomach. The two of you orgasmed simultaneously, something you never even thought was possible, let alone with you squirting.

The pair of you stay in this moment for a little while, catching your collective breath and basking in the pleasure still coursing through your bodies.

“Darling, you’ve gotten me all wet, haven’t you?” Kitten murmurs against your thigh, kissing it gently. You feel the wetness she referred to now, and embarrassment floods you.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, I–”

Kitten bites your thigh suddenly, and you choke on your words, “I loved it, more than anything. You’re a treasure to behold, (Y/N). Now, what do we say?”

Your head thumps against the duvet again, face warm with your continued arousal and shame. “Thank you, Kitten. Thank you so much.”

“Not what I meant, but still appreciated, love,” she climbs off to lay down beside you, her fucked out gaze catching your attention. “Say that you deserve all the love I just gave you, otherwise I’ve half a mind to slap you on the behind, hm?”

You glow at her words, not disliking the implications, “I deserve the love you just gave me, Kitten, though I might have to take you up on that offer…”

She playfully slaps your arm, smiling, “Dirty girl.”

Kitten leans down to kiss you softly, tracing circles on your chest whilst doing so.

“Really, though, thank you. I hope you don’t mind staying in tonight.”

“I would never mind spending the evening in each other’s arms, especially when you’re not doing well, (Y/N) love.”

The two of you entangle with each other, a mess of limbs, giggling, and kisses. Maybe you could go dancing another night.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Can u do a gawtin x reader about y/n bonding more plz

Bilingual

Pairing: Gawtin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1622

Summary: Yautja and English are heavily different. That you'll wholeheartedly agree with. How does she eve expect your mouth to form those strange sounding words? It doesn't make sense! Even the child can speak these words better than you. But you try, that's all that matter.

Author Note: I'm so sorry for taking forever to get to these requests. I promise I'm getting them done. I just don't know how to write less for these one-shots. I have temporarily closed asks so I can get caught up. If anyone wants to hit me up though, my dm's are open!

Love, love, love my girl Gawtin. I feel it was the perfect time to post this on International Woman's Day with this badass.

Masterlist

Ao3

“Lah-r-chjah,” Gawtin spoke slowly and drew out each syllable. The same way she taught her child, Qui-oky. Not that you’re embarrassed about it. Learning a whole new language, let alone an alien one, was difficult. Especially one that you didn’t have the right mouth or vocal cords to pronounce every word of her language. But you tried. That’s all that matter. It helped as well to learn to understand if other Yautjas are talking down to you. Then, you respond and tell them to fuck off. Okay, well, probably not do that without Gawtin nearby or else you’ll end up dead.

With a deep breath to fill your lungs and exhaling a little, you gave it a try. “Lar-ckah?” Immediately, you knew that wasn’t correct and groaned. How could it be so hard to say the word ‘dark’ in Yautja? It’s a simple word, compared to ‘dawn’. That’s one you know you’ll never get with how your lips formed these words. At least you’ll understand the damn word.

Qui’oky gurgled and reached out towards you from Gawtin’s lap. The mother let her arm around his small body fall away. Despite the terrain being a little rough, he made it his mission to transfer himself into your lap. When he took a tumble, rolling to his designation, you caught him and sat him up. “Am I that bad that you think I need support?” you teased and let an arm curl around his chubby, toddler form. The same position that Gawtin held him moments before.

“You are not doing bad. Your mouth is not like mine or his. It is understandable you are struggling with our language. English was not easy to learn as well,” Gawtin explained and placed a massive paw on your knee in comfort. “You are doing better than a week ago.” You snorted through your nose and shook your head.

“Thanks, love. But I’ve only learned two more words and been able to say only one of them. You speak better English than me at times. You’re so formal about it too, like you’re royalty.” And that was the truth. The way your language fell off her snake-like tongue was astonishing. Not even yourself could do that well. At times, it made you jealous but amazed at the same time. She could have you on your knees with a couple simple words.

The child in your lap babbled some words in Yautja you had no idea what he had said. Gawtin entertained him, encouraging him to say more in Yautja. You smiled at the adorable sight. Then, the female lifted her eyes to you. Your gaze snapped away as a blush coated your cheeks. She totally didn’t see you do that.

When your eyes slowly returned to the alien before you, you could see she had caught you. Like a child with their hand in the cookie jaw. “Let us try again, artful one,” she encouraged and dipped her head at you. Your shoulders fell dramatically.

“Gawtin,” you groaned and lulled your head back, but keeping in her within your gaze. This was pointless. All the progress you’ve made has come to a stuttering pace. Nothing was making sense anymore. The fact she was still in front of you, sitting the same way you are, continuously teaching you her language… How in the universe has she not gotten frustrated at you yet? You’re human. A lower species to her own. You struggled to grasp her language while she almost completely knows yours.

The mentioned Yautja only tilted her head down at you just any inch. Enough so she was peering at you from underneath her thick brow line. “Try again. Lah-r-chjah.” Same damn word. You weren’t going to get this.

Sneakily, you rolled your eyes with a resting bitch face. “Lar’ja. See, can’t do. Why-wait a damn time. Did I-“ your pupils locked onto her down. “Did I just do that? Did.” Gawtin watched as you pumped a fist into the air and danced in your spot, mindful of Qui. A soft, minute small gracing her mandibles. She had full faith in you. Some people just take longer than others. There’s nothing wrong with that. Her children take longer to grow, but they turn out strong, fast, bigger than many other Yautjas. Best of all, they have their mother’s mind.

She leaned forward and touched her forehead to yours. The affection caused your heart to stutter and tilt your head away; as if she couldn’t see the heavy pink coloring your cheeks. Not that she didn’t miss it. Gawtin sees everything, always has her eyes on the prize. “Good job, my little artist. I am proud of you. Would you like to try another word? Test your luck?” she questioned and rubbed her thumb along your knee, mindlessly.

In the heat of the moment, you rapidly nodded your head and wiggled in your spot again. Qui-oky chirped in his spot and moved along with you. Babbles of toddler Yautja spilling from his mandibles. “Let us see then. Qui knows this one. Gkaun-yte. Gg-kah-oo-n-yin-tee. A greeting,” Gawtin said and used a finger to scratch underneath Qui’s chin.

Said child clicked at her before repeating the Yautja word back at her. You blink a few times with a look that said ‘seriously?’. “Oh, you got to be kidding me!” you protested and threw your hands up. The kid got it first try. Now, you get to struggle all over again with a simple word. A greeting word to be exact. Why did Yautja have to be so difficult to speak? Alien or not.

“Just try it,” she encouraged and patted your knee. The comfort settled you little, enough to calm you. Your arm rewrapped around Qui’s small body once more. “I know you can do it.”

If your mate believes it, how could you not at least give it a whirl. “Ge-kan-yen-teh,” you attempted with some effort. Enough so Gawtin couldn’t lose full faith in you. A part of you nagged at you, saying that wasn’t correct.

Qui gurgled some indistinctive Yautja before twisting around and standing up. With his two small hands, he clasped them on your face and slightly smooshed your cheeks together. “Gkaun-yte,” he reiterated for you. Bested by Gawtin’s child. A kid no older than four in Yautja years. Though, he was bigger than a four-year-old on earth.

“Thanks, kiddo. But that’s not helping my ego or pride.” Your face dropped; lips pressed together as you blankly stared in front of you. Then, your gaze drifted north to Gawtin’s gorgeous purple eyes. They drew you into them, stuck in their sticky trap with nowhere else to go. “I’m trying, Gawtin. I promise but you know it’s difficult when I don’t have your mouth or vocal cords. Some of the noises I have to make hurt my throat.”

“Yet, you are so close to another word. You can do. Even Qui has faith in you,” she uplifted and shifted closer to you. Your knees bumped into her shin. “Do you not, Qui?” The mentioned toddler clicked feverishly in what you believed to be baby talk. “See, he does have faith. Come on. This will be our last one for the day. Then I will test your knowledge tomorrow. If you pass, I will give you a gift for your hard work, little one.”

Now, that had your full attention. That’s one way to get you going. A present. A trade-off for all the curses and difficulties during this whole learning process. When you tilted your head, intrigued, Qui-oky let his hands fall and plopped back down. He shifted to have his back to your torso again and rocked side to side, trying to get you to as well.

You kept her in your sights for a moment longer than needed then nodded. Gawtin stated the word and pronounced it in syllables for you once more. She rubbed her thumb on your knee as she waited patiently. Those breathtaking eyes of her watched you intently. "Ge-no. Gg-ka. Gg-ka-ooo-n. Gg-kah-oo-n-yin-teh.” At that last part, Gawtin subtly shook her head. “Tee. Tee. Gkaun-yte. Gkaun-yte. Taan Kall Gkaun-yte!"

Relief flooded your system. Finally! Finally, you did it. With another word added as well. Gawtin easily picked up on the what you said and smiled brightly down at you. Without meaning to you, you had said something she hadn’t taught you yet. She cupped your chin with one large paw. “I am so pauk-de proud of you, artful one. Do you know what you last said?”

Now, that excitement came to a halt. Had you said something wrong? Did those two words together translate to something bad? Those two words directly translate to ‘morning, greetings.’ Was that bad? Gawtin read your facial expressions and was quick to quell you. “You just said ‘good morning’ to me. Did you know that?” she explained, features calm and gentle as she looked.

Your shoulders dropped from their tense position that you didn’t even know you were holding them that way. The breath caught in your throat was released. “I-I didn’t know,” you said, hands playing with each other. Your gaze couldn’t meet Gawtin’s. It peered down at Qui who was in his own world now. Two seconds of using his mind was enough for him today.

Gawtin used both hands to cup your cheek and tilt your head back up. “You have done well, my ooman. As promised, today’s session will end on a good note. But practice later for tomorrow.” You melted in her touch, eyes soft as you looked up at her. Her words rolled over you, not sticking to your brain. Well, you’ll learn your lesson tomorrow if you are ready or not.

[star-quill]

thinking about nascar racer peter, and ur one of the flag girls who he bumps into one day. of course he starts flirting with u and ur absolutely falling for it. he takes u for a drink and kisses u in the cab drive home. follows u to ur apartment and u drag him to ur sofa, letting him lay down before u straddle his lap, leaning down to kiss him again. his hands are on ur waist, slowly pushing upwards under ur shirt. he's mumbling all kinds of praise into ur skin as he kisses down ur neck. he fucks u there on the sofa before u take him to bed and he fucks u there too. then again in the shower before u finally go to bed—properly this time.

u wake up to the smell of breakfast cooking and u find his discarded t-shirt from the night before and slip it on, heading to the kitchen.

"hey.. found some bacon and eggs in the fridge, thought i'd cook u a lil somethin'.."

and that's how it starts—him coming over to ur place, a makeout session on the couch before he fucks u once, twice, sometimes even three times, then the morning after he's cooking u breakfast. it was never official or exclusive between u two but u couldn't help but get jealous, angry even, when u saw him flirting with another flag girl, his hand on her waist as she giggled at his jokes.

he wasn't even urs to begin with but u didn't want to admit that to urself because everything just felt right with him.

u had to tear ur eyes away from him and that flag girl before u actually started tearing up. he saw u out of the corner of his eye and cursed under his breath, running after u. he eventually caught up to u, his hand on ur shoulder.

"hey.. u ok?"

"don't ask me if i'm fucking ok.. what the fuck were u doing?"

"i.. oh.. look i can explain—"

"u fucking better.."

"first of all, we were never exclusive.. and—"

"no.. but i think sleeping with each other almost every night and then u making me breakfast every morning.. that was something, at least it was to me.."

"it.. it was to me too but, shit.. that fucking scared me.. i'm scared that we do go exclusive and people start spouting bullshit, or somethin' happens to me out on that course and we've barely just been together and i'm like.. ripped away from u.."

u could tell he was being sincere and u realised how he felt then. he loved u and he just admitted it without actually saying the words. he wiped ur tears away and held ur face in his hands.

"i.. i just thought if i don't form any real attachments to anyone, nobody's gonna really bother if i flip my car out there and don't come out the other side of it alive."

u stepped closer to him now, ur hands placed on his chest as he started to well up.

"but then u came along and, i-i didn't even mean to like u this much but.. i do, like trust me, i really fucking do.."

u laughed a little then, smiling up at him.

"ur a really good driver y'know.. u'll be fine out there.."

"it happens to the best of us.."

"i believe in u.. it's just u who needs to believe in urself.."

he pulled ur face up to his, kissing u softly. ur hands fisted into his undershirt, giving u flashbacks to every night on ur sofa when u would do the exact same while u straddled his lap. he pulled away after a few seconds and kissed ur forehead afterwards.

"ok.. ok, guess i gotta start believin' in myself then.. for my girl.."

u wrapped ur arms around his shoulders then, letting him lift u up to wrap ur arms around his waist. he held u against him, his arms around ur waist, burying his face into ur neck.

"am i really ur girl?"

"if u wanna be.." he pulled away to look at u, a smirk on his face.

"i do.. i wanna be ur girl.."

"then ur my girl.. forever and always.."

[irlcats-bracket]

bracket 1 FINAL BATTLE

RUSTY versus PRISSY

RUSTY

Rusty used to be a stray and then he had An Accident and now he has three legs (he had been living at a vet's office for a month when submitter adopted him). But he's doing great! Submitter taught him how to climb stairs and built him some steps out of cardboard boxes so he can get on their bed whenever he wants. They think he could be anywhere from 6 to 12 years old, it's hard to say ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. To their pleasant surprise, he does not mind wearing a harness at all, which is good because he still loves the outdoors. He often gets his ear turned inside out while bathing and weirdly prefers dry food over wet.

PROPAGANDA

breaking: semi-feral baby learns to cuddle, becomes addicted to laying on my face

and here he is chillin on the patio with me!

vote for rusty #1 best at sticking out leg

when i first got Rusty he could not go up stairs... but he could go down, so he would get stuck at the bottom of them and meow for help. Of course he also hated being picked up and carried up the stairs.

but now he just goes ZOOP up the stairs doing audible damage to my carpet the whole way, which is so valid of him because i hate carpet on stairs

and something that is not quite propaganda for rusty but important words from rusty's human nontheless

For this semifinal I am going to do a different kind of propaganda.

Next time you are looking to adopt a pet, please consider getting an older animal or one with special needs, if you are able, or even just a shy, timid one. The reason my vet friend came to me about Rusty was because cats like him are usually overlooked in shelters. It wasn't just his injury--behaviorally, it was like he didn't know how to be a pet. For about three months he spent 95% of his time sitting in one spot, doing nothing, mostly indifferent to human attention. And now, after less than two years, he is super active and follows me to bed every night for cuddles. There are so many pets like Rusty who just need somebody to give them a chance, and give them time. If you can be that person, it is the most amazing thing to see what they bloom into!

Thank you for reading my spiel, now here is a picture of Rusty sleeping in the cat equivalent of a T-pose for some reason:

PRISSY

If she's quiet she's either sleeping or somewhere she shouldn't be. Or Both. Openly favors submitter, tolerates others. Very autistic cat: anxious of bad noises, very picky eater, kneads with her right paw out for no reason, must walk a circle around the room before going somewhere, has Specific eating spots for mealtime, etc. She probably knows more English than she lets on. Disobeys authority when she's bored or hungry. Loves the outdoors but she needs her pretty pink harness or she'll run; her favorite activity is playing with grasshoppers. She's a little brat but you can't help but love her when she squeaks at you.

PROPAGANDA

As you can see, she likes tight spaces (it's the 'tism -u-). She has access to larger, roomier sleeping spaces, but she always gravitates to places where I can't understand how she could possibly be comfortable. That round thing in the top right pic? She sleeps on top of that for the night even though a whole leg falls over the side. We've debated getting her a bigger one, but I don't think she'd like it.

She is also a lover of people food; we tried not to get her used to it, but somewhere along the way she broke down our walls. Whenever I snack on cheese puffs on the couch, she's always gotta get up in my face to try to get some of that delicious cheese dust, going so far as to stick her big face in the bag right in front of me while I'm holding it. And if you've got salmon, she will go nuts. I think salmon is her favorite food with cheese as a close second. ...but she'll also beg for chicken nugget.

[Image description: a photo of OP sitting at the dining table over a plate of chicken strips and ketchup, OP on one side of the chair and holding a piece of bitten chicken and Prissy sitting on the other side of the chair with one paw on the table eyeing the bitten chicken strip. OP's face has been painted over with a black spot.]

As for speaking English, I've caught her saying Hello and Mama clear as day, and is working on pronouncing Outside and Water (I mean it, just from her tones and "syllables" of her meows, it's like she's trying to speak).

Sorry for the spam, but she really is that photogenic. And also sorry for the stuff on my bed, but my legs were injured at the time and needed extra support. While they were injured, I also spent a lot of time on the couch, where Prissy frequently sat by my side and especially on my lap. Now that I'm better and not sitting there anymore, she now claims that specific corner of the couch as her own; she's even stolen that spot from me when I get up to do something really quick.

I've also trained her to hop on my lap when she wants to eat, instead of jumping on the table, but at the end of the day she still does what she wants lol. She's always been by my side, from the first day she got here at 3 mos. old and took a nap on my lap right in the hallway.

[ieatyourbeauty]

I am of my word: Chapter 2 Tuesday

With Monday gone Konig and Wolf have started their seggsfest on a good start Konig has more in store for our little Wolf he sends her a text to go to his apartment what does he have in store? Konig was always a fan of roleplay....

Monday

Konig is red

Wolf is blue

(if u see me im yellow)

Wolf was working on weapons inventory when she got a text from konig.

Konig: meet me at my place I have a gift for you. :)

Wolf rolling her eyes and texting him back.

Wolf: Konig I'm working on inventory I can't do this right now.

Konig: who lost the bet again? meine Liebe :)

Wolf..... Fine I'll meet you there. :/

Wolf goes to his place a nice apartment for someone like him and knocks on the door she could feel her heart pounding in her chest last night with him was good really fucking good so she was anticipating something bigger today. Finally, the door opened, and Konig stood there, looking as handsome and imposing as ever.

Konig: Guten Abend, meine Liebe

He kisses her on the cheek and grabbed her by the hand pulling her inside his place.

Konig: Ready for tonight's adventures Wolf?

Wolf: I'm ready

she said, her voice soft. Konig grinned wickedly, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her inside. Then let's get started,

he said, leading her through the living room and down a hallway towards a door at the end. She wondered what kind of plan he had as they moved closer toward the door in it was his bedroom a king sized bed konig got a costume out of a box and gave it to her.

Konig: put this on.

he hands her a costume....a maid costume complete with a short black dress, white apron, lacy underwear, and black thigh highs . Wolf takes the costume from Konig, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anticipation as she looks it over then looks at him.

Wolf: Um, what exactly is this?

Konig: It's your uniform tonight, We're going to play a little game, you and I ......now put it on.

 Wolf hesitates for a moment, feeling unsure about what he's suggesting. But something about the way that he's looking at her makes her feel turned on, like she's part of some exciting secret. She goes to the bathroom and slips off her clothes putting the skimpy maid outfit on. Wolf looked in the mirror the Uniform's skirt was too short almost showing her panties and the cleavage on it was ridiculous it almost showed her nipples. but knowing Konig this was probably part of his plan. When she emerges from the bathroom seeing Konig cross his arms and look at him with a disappointed look on his face.

Konig: you're late this isnt acceptable for your first day.

Wolf feels a jolt of excitement and confusion until she realizes that he's playing along with this little game, and she falls into character as the obedient maid.

Wolf: I'm so sorry, sir. It won't happen again.

she says, trying to sound submissive bowing her head her cleavage showing making Konig's pants just a bit tighter.

Konig: You better make it up to me, meine Liebe, I expect nothing but the best from my employees.

Wolf shudders with desire as he touches her she blushes slightly rubbing her thighs. The thigh highs she's wearing make her legs look good Konig thought.

Wolf: Yes sir, I'll do whatever it takes..

she says, her voice a sultry whisper. Konig grins at her, feeling like he's in control of the situation. He takes her by the hand and leads her over to his bed , where he sits down and motions for her to come closer and sit on the edge. 

Konig: Clean my boots maid they're filthy from yesterday's mission.

He says, lifting one foot up and placing it on her lap. Wolf nods obediently, feeling like she's in a dream. She takes his boot and starts scrubbing away with a cloth, making sure to polish every inch until it shines. Konig watches her with pleasure, enjoying the sight of her, tending to his needs. 

Konig: You're doing well, meine Liebe but you missed a spot.

Wolf: I did?

Konig leans back on the bed, enjoying the way that Wolf is playing along with his game. 

Konig: Right here

he says, pointing to a random spot on his boot.

Konig: You have to use a bit more pressure.

Wolf nods obediently, feeling a sense of excitement as she touches the boot with more force, polishing away until it shines like new.

Wolf: "There, how's that sir?"

she asks, feeling like she's passing some sort of test. Konig grins at her, lifting his foot to inspect the boot.

Konig: Excellent work, maid You may move on to my next task.

he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. Wolf feels a sense of relief and pride, feeling like she's done something right. She wonders what else he has in store for her, curious about where this game is headed.

Wolf: Yes Sir...What will u have me do?

Konig: Well, since you asked so nicely, maid, I want you to give me a massage.

Wolf nods obediently, feeling a sense of excitement as she touches his broad shoulders and starts massaging them. She feels the tension in his muscles, rubbing away until he moans with pleasure.

Konig: That's it, meine Liebe.

he murmurs, feeling his cock starting to stir in his pants. Wolf continues to massage him, enjoying the way that he relaxes under her touch. She feels her own body starting to get aroused, her pussy getting wet hearing his moans.

Wolf: Would you like me to continue, sir?

she asks, her voice low and sultry tone. Konig groans softly, feeling like he's going to lose control at any moment.

Konig: Yes, please Keep going, don't stop.

he says, his voice filled with desire. Wolf smiles to herself, feeling like she's in control of the situation. She keeps massaging him until he's completely relaxed, feeling like she's done a job well done. Konig sits up and turns to face her, his eyes blazing with desire.

Konig: You're doing so well, meine Liebe I have a feeling that this is going to be one hell of a week.

he says, pulling her in for a rough kiss, she blushes from the kiss and looks away.

Wolf: S-sir this wasn't part of the job description..I'm only here to clean sir.

Konig: Oh, but cleaning can take on many forms, You're doing an excellent job so far, but there's still more work to be done.

he says, running a hand through her hair. Wolf feels a jolt of desire shoot through her body as he touches her, feeling like she's completely under his spell. she speaks her voice trembling with anticipation.

Wolf: What do you need me to do now, sir?

Konig: I need you to take off that uniform keep the thigh highs on. I want to see that beautiful body of yours.

He Gestures her to strip down, Wolf hesitates for a moment, feeling exposed and vulnerable without her clothes. But something in Konig's eyes makes her feel safe, like she can trust him completely. She slowly removes the maid uniform, revealing her body underneath. Konig takes in the sight of her, feeling like he's on top of the world.

Konig: You're even more beautiful than I imagined, meine Liebe, I can't wait to make you mine.

he says, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back onto the bed, she straddles his waist naked on top of him she feels his erection in his pants under her she moves her hand to his clothed cock moving it up and down.

Wolf: sir....I want to make you feel good

Konig: yes liebe its your job

she nods moving down on his crotch unzipping his pants and taking his cock out dripping with precum, wolf had been with other men before but she never seen one as big as konig she moves her hand stroking his dick while she gives the tip a kiss before licking the shaft. Konig groans deeply, feeling a rush of pleasure shoot through his body as Wolf touches him feeling like he's about to explode with desire.

Konig: That's it just like that f-fuck, Work that beautiful mouth of yours on my cock.

Wolf licks and sucks on Konig's cock, using her tongue to trace the veins and suck on the tip. She feels his hands grab her hair, holding her head in place as he thrusts into her mouth, he moans feeling like he's going to come at any moment. Wolf continues to suck on him, feeling like she's in complete control of the situation.

Konig: ah shit I knew you were going to be the perfect maid for me.

Konig says as wolf uses her tongue she smells his musk and that almost makes her cock hungry deepthroating his length then moved to his balls licking and sucking on them they were heavy which made her cunt even wetter.

Wolf: Sir...hah...where would u like to cum on my face, on my tits, in my mouth or in my pussy.

Konig groans deeply, feeling like he's going to explode at any moment.

Konig: Meine Liebe, I want you to take it all, I want you to feel me cumming deep inside of you.

Wolf nods obediently, feeling like she wants nothing more than to feel Konig's hot cum inside of her. She straddles him, positioning his cock at her entrance, slowly lowering herself down onto it. She feels the weight and girth of it stretching her wide, but she keeps going until she has taken him all throwing her head back moaning. "

Konig: Yes, that's it, Ride my cock show me who's boss.

Wolf starts riding him, bouncing up and down on his cock with increasing speed and intensity. She can feel him getting harder and harder inside of her, ready to explode.

Wolf: Cum inside of me sir f-fuck please sir, make me yours

she begs, feeling like she's on the edge of a cliff. Konig groans loudly, feeling like he's about to lose it curing in german.

Konig: Scheiß so gut, verdammte Schlampe ah fuck I'm cumming!

he says, his voice strained. And with that, he explodes inside of her, filling her up with his hot, sticky cum. Wolf moans loudly, feeling like her body is on fire. She grinds down on him, making sure to milk every last drop out of his cock in her pussy. When it's all over, she collapses onto him, breathing heavily feeling like she's in heaven.

Konig: Well done, maid, I think you've earned your keep for today.

Konig says, his voice filled with satisfaction. Wolf nods happily, feeling his cum leak from her pussy when he pulls out. Konigs cock softening on her round ass. Konig runs his fingers through her hair she blushes because of the intimacy shes didnt get this from her previous partners they would hit it or leave but the colonel was....dare she say different. She still acted up her maid role.

Wolf: Sir...would u like me to draw u a bath.

Konig: That would be lovely.....

Konig nods appreciatively still breathing heavily, he says, gesturing for her to go ahead, Wolf smiles obediently. She gets up off the bed, feeling Konig's cum leak down her thighs as she moves. She heads into the bathroom and starts drawing a bath for him, making sure that the water is the perfect temperature, When she's done, she returns to the bedroom and helps Konig up, leading him into the bathroom.

Wolf: Let me help you undress, sir.

she says in a soft voice. She takes off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and toned abs, before moving onto his pants. She pulls them down, revealing his flaccid cock, and sets them aside. he gets in the water its nice and warm he sighs relaxed with the warm water. She almost walks out before he grabs her wrist.

 Konig: join me bitte

Wolf hesitates for a moment, feeling shy and self-conscious about joining Konig in the bath. But something in his eyes makes her feel like she's wanted and desired, like he really does want her there with him. She nods slowly taking off her thigh highs, feeling a sense of excitement as she steps into the water with him. The warmth of the water feels like a soothing balm on her skin, and she sinks down into the water with a sigh. 

Wolf: This is nice, sir

Konig: it is...I'm glad that you're here with me

Wolf blushes at his words, They continue to soak in the tub, talking about their day. Wolf feels like she's finally found someone who understands her and accepts her for who she is, she is kinda happy on the inside that she lost the bet.

(IM TIRED PLS BUY ME COFFEE or something on my wishlist i dont care.)

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Jaeden Lieberher/Martell X afab!Reader

Synopsis: MC hadn't experienced happiness as often in recent years. The only sanctuary that she had was that one time she watched a movie and fell in love with the main character. And after a fateful meeting with that actor, reality finally dawned on her.

Word Count: 2,690

I groaned as the sun's rays invaded my room through the windows. I really hate it when the light shines down my closed eyes, it makes it harder to sleep. Though I know that I have to wake up and do my usual shit. I rubbed my eyes and tried to remove the sleep while I propped my elbows on the mattress to lift my upper body. I can hear the birds singing and the noisy people outside. It's just another usual day in my hometown. 

After stretching my body, I got off the bed. I went over to my closet to pick my clothes for today which were white, long-sleeved, off-shoulder, cropped top with a black bunny design, a black sleeveless shirt underneath it, a high-waist, black, flared skirt, and lastly, black heels. I planned on eating breakfast outside since I'm too lazy to make something to eat for today. My parents are very busy this week and are barely home. I didn't let it get to me though, considering how distant I am from them, I'm already used to being alone most of the time. 

I closed my closet and with the clothes in my arms, I went to the bath to do my usual stuff. After 30 minutes of preparation, I then went out of my house and walked towards the nearest Starbucks in town. My eyes scanned over my usual surroundings and admired nature. Every time I decided to take a walk outside, I always brought my journal and sketchbook. It is my only way to escape from reality, after all.

A sigh escaped my lips as I slowed my steps, letting my gaze fall onto the concrete sidewalk. I don't usually let loneliness get to me, but there are really times that I can't help but feel depressed. I let my mind wander off for a bit as I continued my walk down the town, my legs automatically moved to where Starbucks is. I was pretty sure that I was nearing the cafe so I returned my gaze up, only to have my eyes widen in shock.

I am utterly surprised by what I saw — or rather, who I saw. That brown hair. Those green eyes. He is here. Exiting the same Starbucks that I was about to go in. Unconsciously, my feet dragged my body towards him. He was about to leave and I practically ran towards him.

"Excuse me," I gently tapped the male on his shoulder.

The boy turned around to look at me. Shit, he is too handsome. I saw that he was surprised but nevertheless smiled at me.

"Hi, what can I help you with?"

Honestly speaking, I can't believe why I haven't fainted yet. My heart was rapidly beating against my ribcage, my face was flushed due to nervousness and I could feel my whole body heating up. You could even say that I'm blushing right now. I mean, who wouldn't? The one and only Jaeden Lieberher is here, standing in front of my very eyes. His gentle smile sent butterflies fluttering in the pits of my stomach and I could literally melt from his gaze.

"U-um..."

Shit. I can't believe I stuttered in front of my idol.

"You're Jaeden Lieberher, right?" I asked, even though I already knew it.

Call me crazy but I just wanted to make sure my crush and idol was really standing in front of me, not just any person looking similar to him.

Jaeden nodded. Thank god it's really him.

"Um... I'm a fan and I was wondering if I could have a picture with you?" I let my gaze downwards, feeling embarrassed to even ask him such a request.

I was pretty sure that he would decline my request. I mean, he is a famous actor and thousands of thousands of fans out there also want to take a picture with him. A lot of people wanted to meet their favorite idols in real life and I am lucky enough to be able to spot him here in my hometown. Even though it is just a simple request, I'm pretty sure that he is too busy to fulfill my stupid request.

Ugh! I'm so annoyed with myself! Geez, [Name]! You're already lucky to even spot Jaeden in your hometown, yet you still took the liberty to disturb him in his daily life. He has better things to do rather than entertain you, you stupid! I was so busy reprimanding myself that I didn't realize that Jaeden was speaking to me. I snapped out of my short trance and glanced back at him, my cheeks blushing in embarrassment.

"Huh? I'm sorry, can you repeat what you said?" I feel so awkward. If Jaeden wasn't here I would face-palm due to my stupidity.

The brunette just chuckled. "I said, sure. I won't mind having a picture with you."

My heart skipped a beat yet again. I can feel myself smiling a bit despite being in such a confounded state. My hand instantly fished out my phone from my small sling bag. I opened the device and switched to the camera. While I held the phone up, Jaeden scooted a bit at my side, making our arms brush against each other. This unexpected outcome made me even more flustered. And that's not all! Jaeden offered to take the picture instead!

I pursed my lips, trying to fight the urge to hug the boy and calm myself down. I know that I'm being a bit unsettled, but who wouldn't be when in the presence of their favorite idol? Anyways, Jaeden lifted the phone up and adjusted himself so that we could fit in the screen properly. He rested his hand on my other shoulder as he neared his face to mine, our cheeks almost touching. I tried to contain my huge smile and retain a calm exterior, despite having internal chaos within me.

I clenched my heart, hoping that it would somehow make my heartbeat slow down. After three consecutive shots, Jaeden returned my phone and I instantly thanked him for fulfilling my request. Even though I knew that this meeting was purely coincidental, I still believed that it was fate that made us meet.

I scanned the pictures Jaeden took and a smile etched on my face. "These photos are great... Thanks again."

"It's no problem."

Though, as soon as he said that, my smile turned into a frown. I can't help but think about today. Sure, I meet my idol and have a picture with him. A part of me says that this interaction is enough, however, the other argues that I should spend more time with him. You know, cherish the moment. After all, don't let an opportunity slip past you. If you don't take the chances given to you, it might never return and you might regret it.

I stood there for a while, staring at the screen and clenching my sketchpad with my other hand. I can see my reflection through the glass screen. My eyes contained sadness that I never once knew I had. My lips sported that same frown I always wear every day. It just... hurts.

"Hey," a soft voice broke my trance.

"Huh?" I whipped my head back to the speaker, and surprisingly, it was still Jaeden.

I thought that he would leave by now. But recalling our last conversation, I really didn't bid him goodbye. He must've waited for me to say it so he could go. Though I thought he would be the one to initiate that, especially if he's busy and wanted to avoid another fan. Maybe he's too shy to do so, who knows...

"I realized that you were holding a sketchbook earlier. If you want, I can give you an autograph," he offered, sending me a shy smile as he scratched his temple a bit.

Jaeden really does melt my heart. Not only he was good-looking and talented, but he also had a sweet personality. This is one reason why I started to admire the boy.

I nodded to his reply, handing him the sketchbook in my right hand. My eyes watched as the brunette opened the pages and stopped at a blank one. He got out a black marker from his pocket and started writing his autograph. As I waited, my eyes were subconsciously stealing glances at the boy. I can't help it. He's just... something.

"Here you go," the male handed me back the sketchbook.

I smiled. "Thanks again, Jaeden. It's really kind of you to offer an autograph and answer my humble request. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome," he returned the smile with his own. "It's nice meeting you here. I hope your day will be great. I'll be going now. Goodbye."

"Bye," I waved as the figure of my idol walked away.

I remained in my spot. My hand clenched the sketchbook on my quick beating heart which eventually slowed down. My whole face was regaining back its normal color and my temperature wasn't that warm anymore. My eyes were glued to the direction Jaeden left. Another minute had passed and I let out a tired sigh.

I scolded myself for wasting my time outside the cafe and decided to return back to the routine. The bells chimed as I entered Starbucks. The female behind the cashier greeted me and even told me a great job. I just politely smiled at her. I knew that she was observing us from the inside. It was kind of awkward when I realized it. But nevertheless, what is done is done. I can't contemplate it any longer.

I went to the counter and ordered my usual breakfast, paid for it, and seated myself next to the windows. I placed my sketchpad down and fished out my journal from my bag. My eyes scanned the cover, glossing over the leather with my favorite color in it. With a defeated sigh, I opened the journal. I’ve gone through each written page, each containing my thoughts, troubles, and desperation.

Desperation is mostly brought by my secluded fantasy for a specific male. I was never a fan of any idols, to be honest, however, Jaeden was the only exception. There was something about that boy that drove me crazy. It’s funny, actually, since I’ve only seen him two times. The first was in the movie The Book of Henry and the second was the best-selling movie IT. Other than that, I’ve never seen him almost anywhere. And ever since watching those movies, I’ve started to gain interest in him.

“Ugh…” an annoyed groan escaped my lips. I clicked my tongue in annoyance and slowly brought my head down on the wooden table, closing my eyes as I did so. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Here’s your order, miss,” I heard the clank of a cup against the table followed by a plate.

I quickly regained my composure and smiled at the same lady from earlier before she went back to her spot behind the counter. Maybe some nice beverage would calm my nerves down. I picked the cup up and put it in front of my lips. With a few air blows on the hot liquid, I took a sip from it. I felt the liquid travel down my throat and it calmed me down. After placing the cup back on the saucer, I proceeded to write down today’s journal entry.

March 13, 20xx

When was the last time I felt happy? I actually can’t remember anymore… With this life of mine, there was nothing else really happening. Everything is just monotonous. My routine, my environment, my school… heck! I can’t even seem to remember when I last bonded with my parents! They were always so busy with their work that they completely forgot about me. I don’t know anymore. I’m not particularly sad, I’m just…what do you call it? Yeah, right. Empty. It’s like there was something incomplete in my life. There was no excitement, no sparks. This had gone on for many years now, and I would admit that I was used to it.

I smiled bitterly at the memories of when I was always alone at home, my parents rarely came home for dinner or family time together. It was just only me in our house. Nothing more.

However, despite the darkness, there was light. It was dim and distant, but still… it’s light. After many years, I felt somehow…alive. Hopeful. Call me stupid, but… he was my hope. I found sanctuary in Jaeden. I know that I’ve only seen him in movies, but still…! Ugh! Explaining my feelings before wasn’t that difficult. Why is it difficult to express myself now?! Of all times, why now? Ugh… anyways…

My lips were pursed together in annoyance. I paused for a while, letting my pen down on the paper. My feelings were completely jumbled. I don't want to continue writing like an idiot without any proper idea after all. I took a moment to observe the surroundings outside before continuing on. It works for me to think straight.

Jaeden…he… He’s kind and friendly, albeit shy. I felt like I was in a whole new world when I was with him. Meeting him was fate. I wouldn’t admit that it was just a coincidence. No. I wouldn’t accept that. My heart was beating uncontrollably fast when speaking to him. My body was sweating bullets when near him. My face was blushing when we were seeing eye to eye. It was just…wonderful. It was like I was in a fantasy. My fantasy.

Not only that, when I first saw him, I felt like I had a purpose in life. His acting skills inspired me. It was like I was drawn to him. I know that I’m a loner and only good at drawing, but…it doesn’t hurt to try…right? After watching him in movies and observing him on his blogs, I had this sudden urge to experience being with him. He had made friends. Great friends. While I… I’m just a loner. Whenever I think about him, my life seems to become better. My spirits were lifted like he was the cure. 

I didn't realize the smile etched on my face as I wrote this. 

I was so ecstatic that I didn’t want to wake up. It felt like a dream. A wondrous dream. But…dreams don’t last. Just like always, we have to wake up. Despite having him as an inspiration, my insecurities are still killing me. I had no talent for acting. I’m not good with people. I am shy. I am awkward. I’m…. helpless. Just by looking at us, the answer was very obvious.

Though, as soon as it was, my smile transformed again into a frown. 

There is no way for me to stand in the same podium as he is. I have no rights. I’m just a petty commoner. He’s a great actor. I have no friends. He had tons. I am talent-less. He is brilliant. And so on and so forth. The differences are just many. Our gap is too big. While he shines in the light, I am here, watching him from the darkness. He is so far away that all I can do is look up to him. I can’t seem to reach him at all.

I let out a defeated sigh, pausing for a bit. I twirled the pen in between my fingers as I let my gaze fall onto the scenery outside. It was such a wonderful day today. The skies were blue, there were some white, fluffy clouds drifting through the horizon, the trees were swaying softly, the fallen leaves were floating, and the citizens were going on their daily tasks. My eyes gradually softened and tears quietly cascaded down my cheeks.

Maybe it’s better if I should give up… After all, we live in opposite worlds.

[unicyclehippo]

"warmth" for the writing prompt :)

i have written so much abt that first durge scene i will now write abt smth else i promise 🥺 u can trust me 🥺🥺☺️🔪

there’s a snake curled around the shoulders of a weeping child. there’s a snake in the heart of the grove. there’s a poison, dripping into the hearts of these wild folk, that makes them wilder. feral.

on another day, dante might have admired it.

today, however, they are of the opinion that one mind lost is more than enough. dante eyed the woman draped in her poison green, envy green, her perfect hair and sneer. they lifted their hand from their blade.

‘there’s still time to stop this.’

kagha’s sneer deepened. ‘why would i do that? you devils—we didn’t ask for you to come here, we didn’t want you.’ she’s so furious that spittle bubbles at her lips as she hisses the words. magic bubbles at her fingertips.

‘kagha, what is the meaning of this? does the rite do what they say it does? you cannot… you must see reason,’ the horned druid pleads. he falls silent as the added curls around his boot.

‘reason? you think i do not see reason?’ the words left her with the deadly quiet of a winding serpent. ‘i ssee the weight of these interlopers on us every day. our people go hungry. risk discovery and destruction to protect these strangers who do nothing but ssteal and sslink about our most ssacred pool.’ the snake had now wound up to proud-horned rath’s knee. ‘i ssee that halssin left us with the duty to protect ourselves—abandoned his post, his people, to play hero in the mud ssearching for worms. i am protecting our people. you are the one who ought see reason, rath.’

they were pretty enough words. dante could see how they would sway someone who was already falling from their path.

‘you are a druid of silvanus,’ they reminded her. was it their imagination, or did some confusion flicker in those poisonous eyes? ‘you hold to the tenets he left.’

‘of course!’

‘then you are not a shadow druid,’ dante told her simply. ‘you do not have to obey them. you shouldn’t.’

the words of the plaques were easily to summon; songs, stories, were their bread and butter. they recited them easily—and watched the horror creep across kagha’s face. what were these druids but protectors against the dark? since the beginning, they had opposed the shadow. poor thing. yet better still than dante, with her hands unstained.

‘the rite…we could cleanse it. the power - it - it is meant to protect us!’

‘you’ll be very safe,’ dante allowed. ‘in your grove of shadow and thorns. believe me when i say that some description is worse than mere death.’

kagha flinched. her eyes flickered from dante to the pack of rats to the deep green shade of her vine-wrapped grove. could she see the horror that would break through her world? thorns like blades slicing through the earth, the pillars cracking, the blood spilled. the beautiful screams.

‘i—by the oak, what have i done?’

betrayer, the monster crooned. kill. eat the heart of the heartless one.

go fuck yourself, dante thought back as powerfully as they were able.

a smile flickered at the corner of dante’s mouth. it was starting to be truly fun, ignoring the monster within. how it howled, tearing at their soft insides.

‘end the ritual. hold the path until i bring halsin back. keep the refugees safe. and kagha,’ dante waited until she met their eyes. ‘no more names. not foul blood, not devil, not hellspawn. refugees, if you do not know their names.’

‘y-yes. yes you’re right.’

‘believe me when i say it is harder to resist killing you than it would be to end your life.’ she did not look comforted by their words. good. dante hadn’t meant to be comforting. they could not forget tiny arabella, shaking, fangs at her throat. ‘and if you mean to prove your change of heart, i believe these rats are about to try and kill us. you as well.’

//

they were quite drenched in blood and mud when they walked from the grove, boots slapping wet against the stone. arabella’s parents had that look about them where they could see nothing awful about dante at all—just a hero standing in front of them, the one who saved their daughter.

a tiny spark of something kindled in their chest.

dante’s fingers pressed to the padding of their jerkin. to disguise the gesture, they bowed to the grateful pair.

‘thank you, oh thank you—i swear she’ll never steal again, we were terrified—she could have killed you, arabella! oh please—’

the mother grabbed dante’s hand. a bold move. they held very still. she had lovely horns and kind eyes. loathing clawed at their throat. if she knew what they were… hero? ha!

‘you saved my baby,’ she told them. ‘take this. please.’

a locket dropped into dante’s palm. it had the glimmer of magic, and the metal rasp of age.

‘what-‘ dante cleared their throat. ‘what is this?’

‘a pittance. in return for her life.’

‘i didn’t do it for a reward.’

the mother smiled. squeezed their hand. and then the father—who also didn’t have any cautionary sense not to approach and touch the very bloodied murderer—grabbed their shoulder and pulled them into a hug.

‘it is not payment, my friend. this is our thanks—a meagre offering. you cannot know how grateful we are.’ he ruffled his daughters hair.

dante stared. had anyone ever touched them that gently? had they had a father? a mother?

‘thank you,’ they croaked, and reached out with their magic to explore it. watched as lights like fireflies began to pour from the latch of the locket. ‘oh,’ they murmured. ‘beautiful.’

arabella laughed, as one of the lights buzzed past her ear. she followed the path of the dancing orbs with clear delight.

dante frowned. knelt.

arabella swayed forward to smile, fanged, right in their face. ‘hi! thanks for saving me! i promise,’ she lied, with a glance back to her parents, ‘I’ll never steal anything every again.’

‘i’m sure,’ dante agreed, trying not to laugh. they turned the locket over in their hand. ‘this is a very kind gift,’ they said, making sure her parents could hear. ‘but i cannot accept it.’ they picked it up by the chain and carefully, slowly, passed it over the nubs of her horns and over her head, letting it rest around her neck. ‘there are things we do because we are heroes and fighters and all those things are very fun and we get lots of treasure. and there are things we do because we are alive, and have hearts in our chests,’ dante said, and cuffed her very gently about the ear. ‘saving naughty child in over their heads is one of those. so you keep this close. and be careful. and check for traps.’

her parents sighed.

arabella grinned. ‘thank you!’

‘you’re welcome, little one. be smarter.’

‘i will!’

[heavenlybutler]

paper rings

pairing: austin!elvis x reader

request: not sure if u still want requests but if so can it be austin!elvis and the reader (his gf ofc) is like super spoiled and usually gets her way but this one time he doesn’t let her and she gets all pissed (idk what it is the reader wants you can make up anything)

summary: reader has been watching her friends get engaged or married left and right. so she finally brings the topic up to elvis and the conversation turns into an argument.

warnings: angst (apparently i’m on an angst kick lol), and fluff at the end.

wc: 2.5k

note: this is obviously inspired by taylor swift’s song that i love oh so much. this isn’t exactly what the person requested but once i started writing i just ran with it lol. but i still hope you enjoy! <3

“did you hear about louise and johnny?” you asked as you sat down on the couch, watching elvis who was fiddling with the piano.

elvis turned his body around on the bench to face you, “no, what ‘bout them?”

“johnny proposed last night…,” you said with a small smile on your face. it seemed like every one of your friends were at least engaged at this point. every time they announced it to you, you were obviously happy for them but all you thought was i hope it’s me next.

“that’s great,” elvis muttered and went silent for a few seconds.

you also fell silent because all you could think about was the day elvis would finally propose to you. you hoped it was soon, very soon.

“i mean it’s a little bit quick for them… don’t ya think?” elvis pointed out, breaking the silence.

you shook your head slowly, giving him an inquisitive look, “they’ve been together for almost two years, elvis. i think that’s plenty of time if you ask me…”

“four years,” you heard elvis mumble under his breath, assuming he was talking about the length of time the two of you had been together. elvis’ eyes fell to his lap for a few seconds before meeting yours, “tryin’ to tell me somethin’, honey?”

a smirk plastered on his face while a hopeful smile came to yours. “well…,” you started, having to stop and think about your next words, “i hope i wouldn’t have to tell you. i kind of hoped you’d already been thinking about it…”

little did elvis know that you had been agonizingly waiting for the day he would propose to you. there were moments when you thought it was finally going to happen but every time you got your hopes up, they would quickly fall, day after day.

“life has just been so busy, honey…,” elvis started, the smile that had currently occupied your lips disappeared at the doubtful sound in his voice. elvis’ eyes were now dropped to the floor while he fidgeted with his fingers in his lap.

you let a few moments of silence go by before saying, “so you haven’t thought about marriage? like at all?” elvis looked up when he heard the crack in your voice, which only occurred when you were upset.

you weren’t used to elvis ever shutting you down or saying no. everything you had ever wished or asked for, elvis delivered to you on a silver platter. most things you asked for were never actual physical items, just simple things like asking him to stay in bed a few minutes longer. elvis never told you no, ever. you were beyond grateful but you hadn’t realized how used to being spoiled you had grown.

“it ain’t that i haven’t thought about it, y/n… you know how busy i am. i just don’t think with everything that’s goin’ on…,” elvis trailed off as he thought about the embarrassing performance he had made on the steve allen show the other night, “that now is the right time for me to be thinkin’ about marriage…”

you quickly averted your eyes away from his as tears brimmed your eyesight. you didn’t know whether you should be angry or upset, but you were experiencing both.

“is it ever going to be the right time, elvis?” you blurted out, his eyes shooting wide open at your response. you lifted your head to look up at elvis, awaiting a response, but he was speechless.

your frustrated voice got a little louder but still not loud enough that his family that was currently in the kitchen could hear you, “it’s been four years, elvis. when we celebrated two years together, i thoug- i knew for sure that it wouldn’t be long until you were down on one knee. i just keep waiting for the day and it never comes…” you admitted with tears now running down your cheeks.

elvis bought his palms to his face before he mumbled under his breath, “it’s never enough…”

“what, elvis?” you asked softly this time.

you watched as he ran his fingers through his black hair, shaking his head.

“everything i do for you… is it ever going to be enough?” elvis almost shouted, standing up from the stool now. “you ain’t ever happy, y/n! i‘ve got you everything you’ve ever dreamed of! every single fucking thing! that car you wanted for years sitting in the driveway…,” elvis pointed out the window, “i bought it! this house we dreamed about for years, i bought it! i’ve bought you everything just because i wanted you to be happy! everything down to the damn shoes on your feet! now you wantin’ a damn ring… but what will it be after the ring? it ain’t ever enough for you! you always wantin’ more!” elvis screamed, hovering over where you sat on the couch.

you were immediately taken aback at his words. he had never said anything like that to you before. you couldn’t even process the words that left his mouth.

when you met elvis, you had just completed high school and you worked your ass off every day to help keep food on the table at home. and he knew that because he was in the same predicament. when his career picked up, he basically begged you to quit your job and just let him take care of you. you were very reluctant at first, telling him that you didn’t want to be his responsibility. but after weeks of him begging, you did.

elvis took very good care of you and your family. you couldn’t have ever wished for a better man. you had even mentioned going back to work to elvis but he immediately shut that down. he said there was absolutely no need for you to work.

elvis showered you with gifts constantly, like the car he had mentioned. when the two of you first met, you had mentioned your dream car to him in a casual conversation. he told you that he’d get it for you one day, which you never believed until he did. you didn’t drive the car for a week, begging elvis to take it back. you explained that you didn’t deserve it and he should’ve never spent so much money on you. but elvis told you that there was no one else in the world who was more worthy of it than you.

elvis had never thrown the things he had bought or done for you in your face until now.

you were violently sobbing, staring up at the man who had never hurt you a day in your life until this moment.

“i didn’t ask for any of this, elvis,” you managed to choke out. elvis’ didn’t even look like himself as he stood over you. he looked like a whole different person and sounded like someone you had never even met before.

elvis backed away from you, chuckling in disbelief.

“i was just as happy with you four years ago… when we didn’t have anything. none of this fancy shit matters to me and i’ve told you this... the only thing that matters is you, just you. i’d choose you over anything in this world,” you cried out through hiccuped breaths.

you thought elvis was calming down as he slowly paced back and forth in front of you. until he opened his mouth and his loud voice erupted through your ears again, “don’t you lie to me! you ain’t ever fuckin’ ha-!”

elvis was cut off as he heard his mother's voice interrupt him.

“elvis presley!” gladys shouted, having heard the commotion and walking into the living room to interfere.

both of your heads snapped over to her, gladys immediately noticed how upset you were as she looked between the both of you.

“what in god’s name?” gladys mumbled before elvis stormed out of the front door, slamming it when he did.

you began to cry more as you looked out the window to see him getting in one of his many cars and leaving.

“oh my goodness… what happened, sweetie?” gladys sat down on the couch next to you, wrapping her arms around you.

“i-i didn’t mean to m-make him upset,” you stuttered out but gladys could barely make out a word you were saying.

all she did was pull you closer into her chest as you soaked her shirt with your tears. “it’s alright, darlin’…,” gladys rubbed her hand up and down your back, “that ain’t him… hasn’t been himself since that show the other night. he’s just stressed and taking it all out on you… you don’t deserve this. i’m sure he didn’t mean it, baby… he’s just going through a lot.”

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it had been hours since elvis stormed out and you were starting to worry about him as you crawled into your shared bed which felt empty without him. you weren’t worried that he wouldn’t come back, you were worried that he wouldn’t want you here when he did.

you had cried for hours, insisting you go look for him but gladys told you that you were way too upset to be driving.

you laid in the bed, trying your hardest to fall asleep so you could get him off of your mind for what felt like hours. you tossed and turned until you finally heard the bedroom door open.

you slowly turned over, squinting your tired eyes to see elvis’ frame entering the door and shutting it behind him. you didn’t know what you expected to happen next but you knew you had things you needed to explain to him first.

“y/n,” elvis spoke, much quieter than earlier. his tone was different as well, he actually sounded like himself.

“you awake?” elvis whispered as he walked closer to the bed, sitting on the edge and placing his hand on your lower calf that was under the covers.

you nodded your head, half hoping he wouldn’t see you because of how dark it was in the room, but he did.

elvis reached over to the bedside table, cutting a dim lamp on. his eyes finally being able to see your face which broke his heart.

your eyes were puffy, your face was bright red, and your lips were swollen from crying so much.

“i’m so sorry, darlin’… i-“

“before you start i want you to listen to me,” you mumbled as you sat up in the bed, “i’m thankful for everything you’ve done for me… i’m thankful for everything you’ve done for my family, everything. i love the things you get me, even though i reiterate to you every time that i don’t need anything else… because i don’t but you love to shower me with things and i’m fine with that as long as you continue to love doing so. but what you said about the ring… i couldn’t care less about the ring. i’d literally marry you with paper rings…,” you paused as a small smile appeared on both of your faces for the first time in hours, “but what i’m trying to say is, i want to marry the man you are now just as much as i wanted to marry the boy who had to scrape up money for two weeks just to take me on my first date,” you finally finished your rambling with a gentle smile as elvis placed his hand on yours.

elvis shook his head as thought back to what he had said to you earlier. he’d never been so disappointed in himself. the things he said about you wanting more and more were simply not true. he knew he should’ve been saying those words to the colonel…

“baby, i’m so sorry…,” elvis started, squeezing your hand, “i shouldn’t have said any of those things. i don’t know what was going through my mind. it’s just the whole thing with the press and the colonel…,” elvis trailed off looking over to the floor but you squeezed his hand to bring his attention back to you.

“i understand. i know it’s hard on you, honey,” you reassured him. it wasn’t hard to see how much of a toll the recent commotion had caused elvis.

“it all just got to me today and i snapped… i took everything out on you and i know shouldn’t have. god, i wish i wouldn’t have… if i could take everything back i promise i would but i can’t,” elvis spoke as tears appeared in his eyes. you could tell how much he regretted it from the disappointment written all over his face.

“um… i got you something, i know it’s not what you want right now but…,” elvis paused as he reached into his pocket.

“elvis, no… i don’t need anything else,” you shook your head as elvis pulled the gift out of his pocket. you couldn’t see what it was since it was wrapped in his large hand.

“it’s a promise ring,” elvis unveiled a small black velvet box, holding it out in front of you.

you slowly took it out of his palm, clutching it in your hand.

“i don’t need this,” you blurted out, attempting to hand the box back to him but he wouldn’t take it.

elvis chuckled at your actions, “at least open it, darlin’…”

you then noticed you had the same problem that elvis had with you, you couldn’t say no to him. so you reluctantly opened the box, your jaw dropping when you finally saw the ring. it was beautiful but very far from dainty.

“ya like it?” elvis asked with a smile as he took in your facial expressions.

“i-i love it, elvis… but i can’t take this…,” you whispered as you closed the box and sat it down on the sheets in front of you.

“yes, you can, doll,” elvis said as he picked the box back up and took the ring out, taking your hand in his.

“i know this isn’t what you want right now but it’s a promise- i’m making a promise with this,” elvis spoke as he held up the ring, “i promise when i feel that the time is right, which i believe is very soon… that i will marry you, y/n y/m/n y/l/n… i will get down on one knee and ask you the question. i promise i will, but i want it to be perfect. i don’t want any of the stress that’s currently on my shoulders to be on my mind when that does happen. all i want to be able to think about is you… okay?”

you teared up at his words, he made you absolutely speechless. all you could do was nod your head with a large smile on your face.

elvis lifted your hand so he could slide the beautiful ring on your finger, which surprisingly fit perfectly.

“i love you,” elvis whispered before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“i love you more,” you smiled, placing another peck on his lips.

“not possible…”

[scytheics]

12 AM. yang jeongin (m)

despite knowing you wanted to be the one, all jeongin could do was fuck you as a replacement for what you once asked for. countless counts of heartbreak have left you stumbling between manipulation and emotions, never knowing when the end would arrive.

PAIRING: jeongin x f!reader

GENRE: cheater au; smut, slight angst.

WARNING(s): lower case is intended! jeongin is (mostly) a cold-hearted asshole and y/n is basically a simp with bad yet good taste. foul language and play, obvious hints of cheating (isn’t cheating technically foul play???), dirty talking, unprotected sex, fingering, teasing, minor teasing/degrading, back handed compliments/praising, and whatever else i threw in there. oh, also poor english.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

A/N: hey there! to start off honestly, i haven’t wrote smut or just shit like this in general - over the span of 10 months. if i did, it was never finished nor posted so i am genuinely scared and was completely unmotivated to give this my all or finish it properly (???). this may continue - i have no idea, but yeah. in addition to my peers off the app, i want to thank my best friend for constantly motivating me to get something done. to those reading, you are welcome to share your thoughts in the comments, in my ask box, or in a reblog. in the meantime, i hope you enjoy and maybe i will be able to post more soon :)

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jeongin u up?

im omw.

around the corner...

11:55 a.m

that was 5 minutes ago.

your quiet mind filled up your silent room. the thoughts tried to speak for you but failed. in the many ways that you've tried, that one word was hesitant leaving your lips when you faced him. your thumbs could text out similar words, but never a direct 'no'. not saying that word, only left you for more heartbreak.

"someone's eager. the door was wide open."

jeongin whispered as he mounted into your bed. you lift your head and adjusted yourself to your side, now that he was there. "you're such a dick you know?" you speak and jeongin merely lets out a laugh. as much as your heart yearned for you to shove him away, your heart treasured his laughter and your mind often repeated the moment you first heard it.

jeongin lays in your bed and reached over for the tv remote to then turn it on, making himself more at home. his brown eyes gazed at the tv screen for a moment and glimpsed at the diminutive scenery displayed, before looking back over at the back of your head. his body leans closer to yours with a sluggish smile as he relaxes his chin on your shoulder.

"you smell so good." he thought aloud as his fingers drooped along the sides of your waist before kissing your shoulder and smiling to himself.

although you remained non-responsive, you were filled with utterances. it was times like this when he was so relaxed with doing such things, that it pissed you off. he was so comfortable holding you like the other girl he talked to, and it was painful. yet, here you were softening into his touch.

"you gonna let me make you feel good?" you turned around and faced him. you scanned his perfected sculpted features and eyed every curve on his face.

you knew you couldn't live without him looking at you.

you found yourself inches away from his face, wanting to kiss his lips. your heart skipped a beat every time he looked at you. staring into his eyes like you always did, you were lost in them.

in return to his question you nodded.

"start by kissing me softly this time," you whispered as you stared into his eyes. jeongin rolls his eyes playfully while looking down at your lips before licking his. "what if you fall for me?" he teases, brushing his fingers through your hair. "didn't i already?" you let out a dry chuckle followed by a bitter smile.

jeongin furrows his eyebrows and shrugs as a corner of his lip tugs into a smirk before leaning in and kissing delicately against yours. you hummed softly against his lips as he began to deepen the kiss. "you're so stupid for actually falling in love with me y/n." he "teased" again between the kiss cold-heartedly.

what a nice way to tell someone you only want to use them, yang jeongin.

though those words could make you cry, you already understood how he felt. and even though he knew how you felt, he ignored you. there were times when you felt that it would be so much easier for him to pretend that he loved you too. it would be much more comforting for him to pretend that he cared about your feelings rather than being careless with your heart every time he spoke.

as much as it has happened, your first heartbreak with jeongin was always the most memorable. even if it has occurred many times, it never fails to return to your mind.

you told him you wanted to be the one, which was a stupid decision from the beginning, but you still said it anyways. he laughed in your face for a moment before getting serious. you stood in the doorway with your face drenched in tears and heartbroken as he left your room that day.

of course, you were fucked senseless by him a week later.

you also recounted another occasion when he told you that "you were the only one" but his dick was too deep within you to think that through.

"i know," you sighed, struggling once more to look him in his eyes. "i know," you said again, his eyes confusing you the most. you were stuck between manipulation and emotions, never knowing when the end would come. when you looked into his eyes you felt a sense of weakness. they seemed innocent in comparison to the person who owned them. you loved them.

it never mattered to you how long you've been treated badly by him, you can always see a future with him in those eyes. you like to remind yourself that he does have a heart; he just refuses to use it when he is with you.

your once sleepy eyes locked with his as he grabbed your chin, pulling your face up so he could peer down into them. he rolls over and hovers over you, now on top. as his hand slipped between your legs, your lips parted softly. a soft sound of shock filled your throat as your jaw dropped open.

"let's not waste time" he mumbled as he moved your laced underwear to the side and began to rub your pussy. his fingers rubbed against your wet core as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck. your eyes flutter closed as you felt him plunge his long, gentle finger inside of you.

you moaned desperately, arching your back as he began to finger you.

the utter delight on jeongin's face as he watched over you was apparent. through his motions, your pussy soaked up around his finger in a matter of seconds.

"is that good, y/n?" he whispered, inserting his index finger and stretching you even further. "so good-ahh-" your throat quivered with sheer desire as you became overwhelmed with the thought of filling your void with something more than what his fingers could provide.

it was always his way of crumbling your innocence.

before whining for what was coming next at the sign of your release, jeongin moves his finger out of you and plops it inside his mouth to taste you. he hums and kisses you once more before lifting himself and taking off his plain white tee he came in with. he hovers back over you, this time more possessively, kissing you more roughly - as if he owned you.

you whined between the kiss, to focus on getting satisfied rather than listening to the soft jingle his belt made as he was too sexually frustrated to take it off properly. jeongin groans as he pulls the tight pants and underwear off his legs and presses his hardened cock against your bare wet core.

his cock rubs against the slit of your pussy before pushing himself inside you. you gasp as you feel his hardened cock fill you up, creating a sudden warmth and satisfaction. he looks at you with a lazy smile as he begins to thrust into you. the two of you moan loudly covering the noises coming from the tv, both not worrying so much about what was displayed anymore ... well you never cared.

you, however, did care about jeongin — even if he always showed that he never did the same when it came to you. you care about him so much that you let him fuck you roughly into your mattress until the screws loosen and the bed begins to creak. you also love him so much that words that mean nothing to him roll so carelessly off your tongue. what do you get out of it? nothing but a careless fuck to him.

his mind numb as he pounds restlessly into you, high off the feeling of you tight around his cock. jeongin gains a harsh rhythm with the vigor of his hips, making the bed shake and bang into the wall it was against. your fingers wrap around his neck and your hands claw at his back leaving soft scratches from your dull nails. you're breathless, your soft chest heave and rise.

both of your lips lock, connecting the moans you both held in. the kiss becomes sloppier as he sucks on your tongue, swirling his around yours. the kiss breaks and he pulls away, only to look down at where both of your bodies connect.

he smiles to himself, taking in your breathtaking nude body and how his cock rammed into you frantically. the harder the thrust, the more you whine and struggle to breathe correctly. your eyes roll back when he fucks into you hard with the tip of his cock pressing more onto your g-spot with every thrust.

"fuck i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum in you hm?" he mumbles breathily. you nod and struggle to let words fall from your mouth. instead, your mouth forms into an 'o', and what you hoped to be words fade into a gasp when his cock slips in and out fast.

"fuck- innie, i'm cumming." you cry out as nails press more into his back. your eyes screw tight together as your abdomen seizes up and the rush of your orgasm approaches you.

he hums, once more careless, reaching his hands over to your hair to his run his fingers through. you moan once more, resting on the pillow underneath your head. your hips twitch as you release around his cock, eyes rolling back in your head as your jaw gaps slightly letting out soft cries of pleasure.

your legs jerk around his legs softly and your heels press against his ass. he looks down at your lower abdomen, noticing the slight bulge showing, and closes his eyes letting out a breathy sigh, your name slipping through his lips. he cums, and you feel his cock twitch with the warmth of his cum spurting inside you.

the two of you slowly recover, taking time to clear your minds. jeongin looks down at you before collapsing on top of you and staring blankly into your eyes. you look back wondering about the emotion behind them. they seemed different, more careful. you mentally shake your head, trying to clear your mind once more. jeongin doesn't bother to pull his now soft cock out of you as he presses his forehead against yours, smiling.

'don't fall for it, something you would warn and prepare yourself with mentally during these small moments he chose to have with you. you hoped for the sudden 'post nut clarity' to take over you once more, to realize how much of an asshole he was, but it never passed through your mind. somehow, this time you chose to ignore it and planted a small kiss on his cheek before closing your eyes tiredly.

jeongin chuckled and caressed your cheek, watching you slowly fall into a deep sleep. his thumb swipes over your cheek softly back and forth as he turns his head towards the tv and lets his eyes wander over the screen. it is until when you are fully asleep that jeongin decides to sit up and move off you before heading to the bathroom in your room.

as he gets himself together and collected his items, he leans over, kissing you once more on the cheek. he stares at your soft delicate facial features as he begins to shift away from you and the bed. jeongin reaches the door, grabs the door nob, looks back at you, and sighs.

"i love you too."

© all rights reserved, scytheis 2022. translations, reposts on other platforms without credit or notice, modifications, or any other use other than reading are prohibited with my work. thank you!

[judeswhore]

BEING SIGNIFICANTLY SHORTER THAN MASE AND HIM CALLING YOU LITTLE ONE PLEASE BABY 💘💘💘

i owe u the biggest fattest apology ever for how long you’ve been waiting for this i’m so so sorry bae, i hope this is okay, i wasn’t sure what to do w it and it feels v all over the place so i am very sorry bestie

little one - mason mount

"Hey you," Mason slid up behind you, hands on your hips to steady you as you swayed ever so slightly on the dance floor, your head tilting at the sound of his voice. He knew you were passed being just tipsy at this point and he was worried that one more drink might hinder your ability to walk safely back to the hotel. He pressed a kiss against the side of your head. "Think it's time to go, Little One."

He mumbled the words directly into your ear before spinning you to face him, your head falling back so you could peer up at him, eyes slightly droopy and cheeks flushed pink. Your hair was sticking slightly to your neck and temple from all your dancing and Mason was careful in pushing it back and away from your skin. He watched a slow smile unfurl across your face before you lifted on to your tip toes and kissed his lips once. Even in heels you were still ridiculously shorter than him and he bent his head down slightly more to your height.

"Do we have to?"

"You're seconds away from passing out, yes we have to." He brushed his thumb beneath your eye to swipe away the gathering mascara, your cheek turning into the warmth of his palm. "I'll order us Chinese and you can find a romcom to watch." Mason knew you couldn't say no to Chinese so he wasn't surprised by the quick nod of your head and the little flash in your eyes.

"Can we get a bottle of wine."

"Hmmm, I think you've had enough to drink, Missy, you're the size of a fairy, you and alcohol don't mix well." His mouth was hovering over yours as he spoke and it worked well with kissing away the pout that formed on your lips after his statement. He kissed you slowly, fingers turning to your chin to tilt your mouth further up to his and he hummed quietly when you bit down teasingly on his bottom lip and then giggled as you pulled away.

"What are you laughing for?" Mason frowned, arm hooking around your waist to pulling you closer to his chest and out of the way of a quickly arguing couple. The girl was waving her arms around and he was afraid she was going to whack one of you in the face.

“You have red lipstick on your chin.” Mason pulled a face and used the sleeve of his jacket to clear away your make up smudges, shaking his head slightly.

“Always making a mess of me,” Before you could reply he started leading you through the sea of bodies and towards the exist. “I already told Dec we were leaving so Lauren will be fine.” He slid his fingers through yours and you curled your other hand around his arm, clinging to his bicep to keep you together. He kept glancing over his shoulder to check you were okay, eyes glaring daggers at anyone who bumped or pushed you just that little bit too hard. Mason was nothing if not protective of you, in every way.

The cold air hit you immediately the second you stepped outside and like the gentleman he was, Mason was already pulling his jacket off and helping you to push your arms through the sleeves. “You’re gonna get cold.” You told him, smiling slightly as he bent to zip it up for you, his eyes meeting yours as he glanced up at you from beneath his eyelashes.

“I’ll be fine, can’t have you getting a cold though.” He kissed your cheek and then stepped back, arm outstretched, palm up as he waited for you to take his hand. “It’s only a five minute walk. Let’s just hope it doesn’t rain.” You took his hand and then the two of you were making your way down the silent street, the soft light from the streetlights making Mason’s skin glow and in your slightly inebriated state you couldn’t stop staring, your smile tired and lopsided but still one of his favourites. “You gonna stare at me the whole way back?”

“Maybe.” The word was long and drawn out, the slight lilt to it teasing in nature and it had him laughing softly and shaking his head, gaze tracking your movements as you swung your interlocked hands between your bodies. “You’re just very pretty and I like looking at you.” You leant your head against his arm and Mason couldn’t stop his grin, his head dropping so he could kiss the top of your head.

“When I say that to you you call me weird.”

“Do not.”

“Yes you do. I said it to you this morning and you stuffed your hand in my face and told me to fuck off.” You pouted and glanced up at him, ceasing the swinging motion of your hands.

“That was because I woke up to you ogling me.”

“Appreciating your beauty.”

“I was drooling on myself.” Mason smirked and pinched your cheek with his free hand.

“But those are your prettiest moments, Little One.” He whispered the words and you rolled your eyes at his teasing, wincing at the sudden ache in your feet from your heels. You tightened your grip on Mason’s arm to tug him slightly to a halt, his smile turning into a concerned frown. “What’s wrong?”

“Feet hurt, gimme a second.” You used his arm for balance and pulled both heels off, sighing happily at the immediate relief you felt. The ground was cold beneath your toes and slightly damp but you didn’t mind, grinning up at Mason as you waved your shoes. “You should try wearing these.”

“Like they’d fit me with your baby feet.” He swiped them from you, opting to carry them instead and your insides warmed at the fact he’d done it without you even having to ask. His friends often teased him about how whipped he was, about how you had him wrapped around your finger and Mason knew it was true, he just didn’t mind. He was so completely in love with you and you could ask him to do anything and he would within the blink of an eye. He knew he was sometimes insufferable but you were his everything and he wasn’t ashamed of showing people that.

“Do you have a penny?”

“What?”

“A penny, I know you’re loaded and like pennies are so beneath you but you must have one in that fat wallet of yours.” You prodded the front pocket of Mason’s jeans where his wallet was tucked away and he drew his fingers from yours to pull it free, searching inside for your desired penny.

“Why, exactly, do you want a penny?”

“To make a wish,” You were nearing your hotel, the fountain you were pointing at was just across the street and Mason was momentarily baffled about why you were wanting to make a wish. You’d walked the past the fountain countless times in the past few days and you hadn’t made one yet. “If I’m drunk it’ll be more likely to come true.”

“Why’s that? Here.” He pressed the little coin into the palm of your hand as you grinned, that glazed over look in your eyes even more pronounced now than it was in the club.

“Because my drunk thoughts are what I really want, not just what I think I want so my intentions are true so it’s more likely to happen.” Mason tilted his head curiously, unsure what to say to that because it sounded like the biggest load of bullshit he’d ever heard but you sounded more than confident about it.

“Right,” He glanced up at the sky. “Can we make it a quick wish though, looks like it’s about to rain.”

“Shush, you can’t talk.” His mouth clamped shut and his eyebrows raised as you turned and made your way to the fountain. He stood back and watched you, barefoot, hair still messy, his jacket practically swallowing your body whole as the water from the fountain lit up with soft blue lights that seemed to form a glow around you. He didn’t even realise how wide the smile on his face was until his cheeks started to hurt and then he felt like an idiot for just standing and staring at you, you’d already flicked your penny in but now you’d jumped up on the little ledge, arms held out at yours sides for balance.

“How much money do you reckon is in there?”

“Please don’t fall in.”

“Hundreds? Thousands? Millions? Do they empty it?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, I’m not an expert on fountains.” Mason placed your shoes down on the ledge beside your feet and met your gaze head on, the small wall finally making the two of you almost the same height.

“They could take all those pennies and give them to someone.”

“They could, but I’m not sure that’s how it works.” He slid his hands over your cheeks and pecked your lips. “What did you wish for?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Sure you can, Little One, I’ll keep it a secret.”

“We’re the same height now.” You pointed out, the use of his nickname for you not exactly working out when you were eye to eye. He just hummed softly, nose bumping yours and then his arms wrapped around your waist and he spun you until your feet were back on the ground, his body once again towering over yours.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and leant in again. “What did you wish for?” The soft tone of his voice had you melting into him, your arms rising to hook around the back of his neck. You kissed his cheek and his jaw and then his chin before settling your mouth over his, slow gentle kisses that had both of you craving more. “Tell me.”

“No.” You giggled against his lips and he groaned in return, dropping his head to hide his face in the crook of your neck. “Actually..” He perked up slightly at this, nodding to let you know he was listening. “If you carry me up to our room I’ll tell you.” Mason pulled back and met your gaze, lopsided smile making your heart thump and he gave a little shake of his head.

“Such a princess.”

[honeycombstrawberry]

plz plz plz dom adrien with female reader who gets turned on when adrien jokingly calls her a whore or a slut or something and she just gets weak in the knees THANK U I LOVE UR WRITING

you like that?

pairing: adrian chase x gn reader

rating: explicit

word count: 656

Every inch of your body has gone completely rigid with tension. You’re not even sure you heard Adrian correctly, for a moment. All of you is coiled up, anticipating what comes next, an unexpected full-body reaction to the absent words that just came out of his mouth.

Immediately, Adrian’s saying, “Fuck, I’m— I’m so sorry, that was too far, I shouldn’t have said that—”

“Stop,” you say, and he stops immediately, backing off of you, shoving away from where he’s pinned you up against the wall to give you more space. You immediately miss his closeness, his warmth, and you prickle all over for— not even a different reason, really. The same reason.

“I am so, so sorry,” Adrian repeats. “I didn’t mean—”

“Say it again,” you request. It’s not an order, and it’s not an instruction; you’re under no illusions that you’re the one in charge here. You’re only asking; if he gives it, he gives it.

Studying you, his panic fading into something more curious, now, Adrian asks, “You— Are you sure?”

You nod in a jerk, and he evaluates you. His nervous eyes have shifted; he’s more predatory, more interested. There’s a blazing heat in him, a splotched-fresh-red to his face, a hectic blotch of color that tells you he’s as shockingly into this as you are.

After a beat of hesitation, Adrian repeats, almost cautiously, “You like that, slut?”

You moan without even meaning to. The sound just— pours right out of your mouth, automatic and instinctive, unable to be kept inside. It’s accompanied by a sharp twist in your gut, an excited pull, and you twitch into him without even meaning to, blood racing through your veins, heart pounding up into the back of your throat.

“Yes,” you tell him, and his hands find your hips.

His grip is harder, near to bruising, and he yanks you in closer. “You like it when I call you a slut?”

“I do,” you tell him, quickly, encouraging. “I like it—”

“I didn’t say you could talk,” Adrian tells you, and you snap your mouth shut, letting him assume control, letting him fall into character. It took him months to get used to this, really, but between the two of you supporting each other, you’ve found a dynamic that you enjoy, and roles that fit, and you love him for it, love sex with him because of it. “If you’re my whore, then you do what I say, right?”

The word whore falling out of his mouth this way has your knees fuzzing out, going completely numb in your legs until it feels like you’re standing on nothing but static.

“I asked you a question,” Adrian says, over the thud of your pulse in your ears.

His confidence has shifted a bit backwards towards hesitation, and you hurry to reassure him that he’s doing well, that he’s doing the right thing, that you like this. “Yes, I do.”

“Good,” Adrian says. He leans in experimentally, letting the hot spread of his breath fan over your ear, spreading like a flush down the column of your throat and further, pooling tight in your belly, between your thighs, at your core. With a probing, trial-and-error kind of voice, he tests, “Slut,” and your hips twitch into his.

You’re embarrassed but you’re not, too turned on to give a shit. You’d probably be mortified if Adrian wasn’t into this, but the insistent press of his cock against your thigh and the grabbing touch of his hands on your hips and the shove of his mouth into yours, a beat later, shows you just how much he’s into this, too.

“Spread your legs for me, whore,” Adrian tells you, and you do. He laughs against your mouth, lifting his eyes upwards to meet yours through the dark sweep of his eyelashes. “This is going to be fun.”

You half-whimper, half-laugh when Adrian dives in again, consuming you.

[ppersonna]

swipe right - jjk | m

“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers

♡ summary-  after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?

♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)

♡ word count- 9k

♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.

♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq​ for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia​ @untaemedqueen​ for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks​ and @hongism​ for the perusal and help in writing this!

Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.

He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.

Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.

Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.

“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.  

You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”

“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”

You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.

“I’m at our park.”

Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you. 

“Okay.”

Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.

He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.

You still look so beautiful.

And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.

He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.

“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.

He sniffs haughtily. 

“The trash added character.”

Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.

“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.

He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.

“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”

You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.

“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.

“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.

“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.

He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.

“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”

“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.  

“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”

As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.

You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it. 

“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water. 

He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk. 

“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.” 

Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo. 

“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?” 

You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above. 

“You call Jimin a prince?” 

Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband. 

“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.” 

You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.” 

“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.” 

You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own. 

“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.” 

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.” 

Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid. 

It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom. 

The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed. 

The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it. 

Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can. 

“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”

Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone. 

The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway. 

He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk. 

His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read. 

He just matched with YOU. 

His best friend. 

His secret, lifelong crush. 

He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it. 

YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!

He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen. 

JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?

You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other. 

Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message. 

JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀

Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone. 

A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend. 

YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies

“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone. 

Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion. 

“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”

You huff. 

“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”

Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband. 

“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.

There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line. 

“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”

You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend. 

“It’s nothing!” 

“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.” 

“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”

“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”

“I’ll be expecting your call later.”

“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”

You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.

“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.

You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.

So, why do you care so much about what you wear?

You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.

Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?

The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.

You shake all thoughts off. 

No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.

You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.

Perfect.

With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.

JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!

ME: See you soon!

Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.

Is he too casual?

He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.

Maybe it’s too much.

Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.

Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.

He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.

He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.

It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.

You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.

“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.

He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.

You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams. 

“Jungkook?”

It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.

“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.

“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.

“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.

“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.

“Oh?” He asks, taken aback. 

In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.

“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”

His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly. 

“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”

The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”

A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.

“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures. 

You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.

“Well, are we going?”

Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.

But he resists.

“Let’s go!”

You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen. 

But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more. 

Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is. 

But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork. 

Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.

And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you. 

It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause. 

“What’s up?” He asks curiously. 

Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner. 

You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours. 

“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”

Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own. 

Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to. 

As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.

“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.

Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.

“What? We were going to get ice cream?”

You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.

You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.

“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.

His body stiffens.

“Okay, let me walk you home.”

You shake your head, already moving away from the man.

“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.

Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.

You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.

“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.

“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”

“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.

“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.

“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator. 

Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.

“We’re on our way over.”

Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.

Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.

Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.

“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”

Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.

“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”

Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.

“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”

Jimin nods knowingly.

“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”

Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze. 

“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”  

You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face. 

“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”

Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”

Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.

You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.

Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light 

speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.

“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.

Ouch.

You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.

“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”

Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest. 

“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”

“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”

“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”

Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.

“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone. 

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”

You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.

“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”

“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.

He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”

“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”

He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.

“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”

“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”

You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.

He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.

He can’t watch you run away from him again.

“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”

Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.

“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”  

He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.

The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.

“Hi Kook.”

The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.

It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others. 

Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.

Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.

“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.

The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.

“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”

He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.

“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”

He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park. 

“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”

The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too. 

“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”

He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.

The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.

“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”

The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.

The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.

“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”

The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth. 

“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”

His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm. 

He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.

“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.

Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.

The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.

It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.

It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing. 

Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.

Maybe it was too late.

You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it. 

“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”

“You should have brought a jacket.”

The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face  down the intruder.

Jungkook.

He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.

He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.

“You came.”

He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.

“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.

“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”

He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.

“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.

“Every word.”

His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.

“Why did you run away?” Another step.

You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.

“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”

One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck. 

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”

You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”

All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes. 

“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently. 

“And I promise to never run away from you again.” 

Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel. 

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself. 

“I would like it if you would.”

As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again. 

“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with. 

“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing. 

“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”

Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss. 

Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip. 

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours. 

“You’re such a little smartass.”

His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly. 

He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed. 

“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?” 

You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement. 

“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.” 

Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited. 

“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle  his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs. 

His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge. 

“Oh fuck,” he breathes. 

“Feels pretty real, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” 

Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more. 

“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.” 

Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable. 

One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan. 

“How about this? Not a dream?”

He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water. 

“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”

You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently. 

“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue. 

“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue. 

You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets. 

“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”

He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully. 

“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.” 

He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body). 

Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are. 

“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”

Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down. 

“Still dreaming?” 

He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire. 

“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.

You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes. 

“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”

Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart. 

“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”

His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout. 

His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.

“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?” 

His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.

“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug. 

Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing. 

“I plan to find out everything.” 

Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.

“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.

“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.” 

He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss. 

He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you. 

“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.” 

Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body. 

He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.  

He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands. 

“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.” 

His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation. 

“You’re so pretty. So perfect.” 

He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.

His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.

One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.

“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”

His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.

“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.

“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”

Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.

“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”

He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.

“And I need you, my love.”

“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.

“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off. 

He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.

After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air. 

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”

You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.

“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”

He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”

“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”

He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”

A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.

“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”

“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”

Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.

“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.

“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”

Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.

“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”

“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”

Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.

“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”

Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.

“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”

He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.

“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”

You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.

“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt. 

He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.

“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”

The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation. 

“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”

A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.

He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.

“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”

With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”

You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”

His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion. 

He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.

Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.

After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.

“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”

You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.

“All yours.”

“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship. 

You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.

You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.

“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”

Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.

“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”

Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”

Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister. 

You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.

“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.

“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”

Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.

Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.

“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”

You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.

“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”

Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.

“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”

You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.

“Sure, Kookie.”

He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”

Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”

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