#i took them on the plain i had the best sleep ever i love them

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Ok fuck it let's post my fav oc and get wired looks from the crowds

Plenn(he/they)

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Collide | l.hs 이희승 | pt. 1

best friend!heesung x best friend!reader

READ PT2 HERE

warnings: smut (mdni), pwp (plot's there if you look hard enough), unprotected sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation (sort of?), nipple play, heesung is cocky but only for a bit, no use of "y/n". It got sort of fluffy at the end?

synopsis: you've been having hookups for a while, but none of them have been memorable, much less good, so heesung decided you change that. Although his intentions might not be 100% pure.

wc: 5k.

a/n: this is by far not my first smut (it's literally all I write lol) but I've never posted for the enhypen fandom although I've been delusional about heesung and jake for a good while now. I have decided to break my silence. pls let me know if there are any mistakes and for sure let me know if you liked it! I actually quite enjoyed writing this as I began working on part two as soon as I finished. Also English is not my first language, I'm certain I revised this enough to avoid any grammar mistakes but thought I'd give y'all the heads up.

You arrived at Heesung's apartment late that night, just like you had warned him that you would. Given that your last date's place was near Heesung's, he had offered you to come over after your night out so that you didn't have to take a cab home. He said he'd be up playing anyway since it was a Friday night.

When you knocked, he had stood by his word. It took a few knocks and missed calls but eventually, the door opened, showing Heesung in a plain white tshirt and grey sweatpants. He welcomed you with a gentle smile, quiet as the noise rang through his headset. You nodded at him in acknowledgement and he took a step to the side to let you in.

As usual, you left your things on the couch. You signaled towards his bathroom and he nodded again, then left you alone to finish his game. You took a towel from his closet and one of his longer shirts and headed to the shower, head hanging low, letting the water run down your body when you stepped in, standing still under it, eyes closed.

Your date had been a mess.

The guy was nice; he held up to the bare minimum requirements of kindness and politeness, he payed for the bill even when you insisted for him to at least let you split it. Then he held your arm and guided you to his car like a true gentleman, where he took you to his house, layed you on his bed, and gave you the most boring, cunt-drying head and sex of your life. It felt criminal, really, that a man so handsome and well put together was such a boring and dull fuck. But there he had been, dirty blond hair parted to the side, stuck to his forehead as he sweat and heaved like a fucking pig white fucking into you, paying no mind to what you were feeling, only chasing his high.

Heesung, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about the look on your face when you stepped inside. Nor could he stop thinking about the marks that he hoped to god would be gone by morning, or your messy hair and out of place clothes, and the fact that you were willing to pull through with the plan of going to his apartment instead of staying with the guy. He picked you up, fucked you poorly (most likely), and couldn't even drive you somewhere else?

Ever since you became confident enough to put yourself out there, you've had quire the few hookups, which was unsurprising to Heesung. You were pretty, charming, and kind, and he saw those things every day. However, heesung wasn't stupid. He knew that at the end of the day, there was a good reason as to why men overall didn't have a good reputation during sex. And Heesung was someone who would love to show you a good time, but he didn't want to lose you over it.

He dreamed of it. Fantasized about it so many times— about all the ways in which he would fuck you, so good that no one else could even compare. To have you come back to him each time you even so much as think about trying to sleep with some other guy that isn't him. He'd give you the slow, teasing version of it first, taking his sweet time with each and every inch of skin until you were shaking just from the mere anticipation of feeling his cock push in, dragging out the pleasure in slow waves, praising you for enduring such intense feelings. Make you feel so good you'd cry.

If you wanted, Heesung could be rough, too. Bend you over every single piece of furniture of his apartment and yours. In his car as well, he would be lying if he said he never imagined putting you on your hands and knees on the backseat of his car whenever he picked you up from a party; have claw at the leather and leave your mark on it. Park somewhere dark and let you ride him on the driver's seat.

To be quite frank, it drove him crazy; to know that you were in his bathroom— naked in his house, and he couldn't just walk in and press you against the wall, ready to hold your weight when your knees begin to shake and buckle.

Heesung shook his thoughts away, going back to his game and trying to act normal. He unmuted himself to yell at Jake and Yeonjun, who were performing even worse than him. As they went quiet again, he heard the water stop and the bathroom door open. Your reflection appeared on his second monitor, your hair in somewhat of a low ponytail over your shoulder with a few strands on the front. Some parts of your body were clearly still damp, and his shirt stuck where there were still drops of water gathering on your skin. Heesung licked his lips, desperate to end the game and go to you, who layed comfortably on his bed, scrolling through your phone with a cold expression.

You sighed while you stared holes into Heesung's stiff back and shoulders. You showed up to his apartment knowing that he was going to be gaming with his friends, but a part of you still hoped that he would've dropped everything for like he had done sometimes, especially since today had been particularly frustrating. Still, you waited for him, just rather impatiently.

He didn't bother to say goodbye to his boys, he only turned off his computer and took his headphones off, rubbing at his red and sore ears. He turned on his chair and smiled.

“I'm done.”

“Did you win?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Heesung shook his head. “I wasn't focusing.” He shrugged. “How bad was it?"

“How'd you know it was bad?"

“You're here, aren't you?” He chuckled.

Your shoulders dropped in defeat, quietly admitting your best friend was right. Heesung's eyes softened, displaying pity as your hands came up to rub your face, leaving a red trail of pure frustration.

“He was so handsome and sweet,” You groaned into your palms. “But he barely even kissed me, or touched me.”

He gritted his teeth, eyes landing on the small, purplish spots on your neck. “You're all marked up though,” he said, trying not to let his jealousy seep into his words.

“I practically had to beg him to do anything,” you admitted, embarassed that those words even came out of your mouth.

Begged?, Heesung thought, you had to beg a random guy to do what he had been dying to do to you? He scratched at the back of his neck.

“I don't know where you keep finding these scumbags.” He stood up, walking towards the bed to sit next to you.

“Maybe they're all scumbags and I should give up, because I didn't even get to finish.”

Heesung pressed his lips together, making a thin line. He tried to think about what to say next, but words were out of his mouth before he could consider all outcomes.

“Do you still want to?”

“Want to what?” you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

“Come,” he responded, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Do you still want to come?”

Heat crept up your cheeks, your body beggining to deter from his gaze. Neither of you had ever been shy about discussing sex, or each other's sex lives—though he was much more reserved about it than you were—, but something in the atmosphere made you nervous. Something in his tone as the words came out of his mouth, something about heesung saying those words to you.

You huffed. “Well, who doesn't, right?”

His pupils were blown out in an instant. “Then let me help you.”

“Help me what?” you rolled your eyes at him, exasperated. Although he wasn't being as cryptic as you perceived him, you were just in a bad mood.

Heesung just shrugged. “Come,” he repeated, leaning closer to you. “Let me make you come.”

The whole world stopped for you, or at least that's what it felt like. Your face contorted, a thousand thoughts rushing through your mind.

Yes, it was your best friend, who you barely recognized at the moment. But you would be lying if you said his words didn't have an effect on you, his offer making you shiver. Still, you had some level of skepticism because again, he was your best friend.

“Stop playing, I'm not in the mood.” Was all you managed to push out, not feeling like being teased.

Unable to back down now —or not wanting to—, heesung took a deep breath.

“Do I look like I'm playing?”

You turn to face him, and looked for a hint, or even such as a glimpse of him being the teasing asshole that he had always been, however, he never faltered. If anything, he seemed impatient for an answer.

“I think you deserve to know what a good night feels like,” He continued.

“You think you're good?” You scoffed mockingly, already feeling your body heating up at his promises. A good night? Yes, you were in desperate need of one of those. It was nothing Heesung wasn't already aware of.

“I know I am,” he smirked.

His confidence set off something inside of you. If it turned out that he was all talk, then, you'll be damned, because god, did he know how to talk. Not only using his words, but also his whole body, as he leaned foward to press his face closer to yours. Had he always been like this or were you just noticing?

For the time you had known Heesung, you never knew him for one to sleep and mess around. He was a flirt, sure, he loved to lean in during parties to make the women around him flustered. More often than not, he would brush past them with a hand on their waist and watched as they blushed, but despite his good looks and undeniable charisma, you've never heard about him constantly hooking up, nor doing it often like you did.

Regardless, wether it was seldom or not, Heesung fucked. It was a fact, even if it seemed like he was too busy gaming and working, he had managed to fit some fun time in his packed schedule of work hours and consoles. You couldn't deny you've heard about him, given that he had unknowingly slept with two of your coworkers. It wasn't something you told him, and until this very day, he was still unaware of the fact.

But you were very aware of what had been said about him, because you heard them discuss in great detail about how good the sex had been. They had talked about everything, from the size of his cock to how he knew how to eat out a woman—and how good he looked doing it—, how many times they came and what not. It had been weird to hear about how good your best friend was in bed, but you still grew curious, dying to know if the rumours were true, and if he was the well built roman sex god they made him out to be.

He was your best friend, yes (how many times had you said it already?). Still, you weren't blind nor stupid, you could see how gorgeous he was, how hot he looked, having been flustered by him one too many times. Certain feelings harvested in you that you had pushed to the side, thinking that you would bully them away by telling yourself than a friend who just so happened to be stupidly handsome. And you had managed quite well, that until today, with Heesung infront of you, willing to give you what you wanted.

Would the sex outweigh any possible bad outcomes that may come from hooking up with the person you trust the most? Only time would tell.

“Okay,” you whispered, feeling shy under his impatient gaze.

He reached out his hand, softly cupping your chin. His thumb caressed your jawline.

“I'll be gentle.”

Your brows furrowed. “I'm not a virgin, Heesung.”

“Do you need to be a virgin for that?” He laughed, dumbfounded by your words. “Just lay back and let me make you feel good.”

Promises, promises, promises. “Are you all talk or do I have to beg you too?”

Heesung smirked. “Don't give me ideas.”

Any hesitation any of you might have still had vanished the minute your lips pressed together. Heesung moved slowly, almost forcing you to follow his lead and you obliged, sighing into the kiss. You held his nape to pull him closer, it was the only thing he let you do. He allowed you to guide him on top of you, and you spread your legs so that he could settle himself between them to kiss you deeper.

His tongue pushed against yours without a warning and you whimpered. Just the kissing had your heart threatening to shoot a hole into your chest from the inside out. Heesung had inviting lips for sure, but god, did he know how to use them.

You were desperate to have him touch you but still whined and protested when his mouth began to make its way down, stopping by your neck first, biting just below your jawline. Your hands trembled, trying to find something to hold on to until you figured the best thing to sink your nails into were his shoulders.

Heesung loved it, to know his skin would welcome anything your body gave. So mesmerized by the way you reacted to his touches, so receptive and sensitive to him. He couldn't believe it yet, that he had you on his bed, kissing you breathless.

Your back arched into him when he sucked on the skin, making sure to leave more visibly, longer lasting marks over the ones you already had. He watched as your skin became stained with a darker purple, his cock throbbing at the sight; at the thought of seeing you on his clothes, your body littered in his marks.

He raised your shirt over your breasts. You reached for the hem of the shirt to pull it over your head to give him more space to do what he wanted more comfortably. He stopped you immediately, though.

“I wanna fuck you in my shirt,” he confessed, trying not to show his desperation.

His words almost were enough to make you moan, and you realised you weren't turned off by the idea of being owned in some way, especially if it was Heesung who did. Or perhaps you were just incredibly horny, and he had started to play with one of your nipples between his fingers, the other one going into his mouth.

With your hand gripping his head tightly, you pushed him towards your chest. He swirled his tongue around the bud in acknowledgement of your actions, which made you buck your hips up in an attempt to get some sort of friction. You could feel your panties sticking to your skin, was it normal to be this wet just from kissing?

It was probably how it should have been with your date, or with any of the other guys you had slept with. But only you had managed to get yourself to that state, alone in your room with your fingers, and now Heesung with his skilled mouth licking and swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples, his hips pressed against your cunt to keep you from squirming or pressing your legs together. You took the opportunity to grind yourself against him, feeling the outline of his already hard cock on your shorts. The whine he let out was long and needy.

“Heesung,” you moaned, nudging at his shoulder to push him away. “More.”

Heesung's knees buckled at your pleads.

“Beg a little more, baby.” He instructed. He pressed a soft kiss between your breasts, where a drop of sweat had begun to roll down. “Say my name again.”

Heesung found himself hypnotized by the way you moaned out his name. The way you tried to shove him down to get him to go between your legs just made him want to tease you more.

“heesung please, please, fuck—,” you babbled. “God, stop teasing me.”

“No god here, just me,” Heesung smirked at you.

Thankfully, what you said had been enough. He made his way down slowly, ghosting his hands over your waist as he directed his kisses from your abdomen until his lips met the hem of your shorts. He pushed them to the side and stared at your white panties now turned transparent from the wetness. And he almost couldn't believe it was for him. A bunch of thoughts passed through his mind that he didn't dare to voice; how he had wanted this for so long, how he was hoping you would come to your senses and realize how much better he was than all the other guys you had gone out with. How he hoped this would absolutely ruin you, and make you feel like you will never find something out there that could compete. The thought of this possibly being a one time thing, and that you could run off to some other douchebag was nauseating.

He offered himself up expecting that, by the end of the night, he'll own you.

It wasn't something that he wanted to keep thinking about. All he wanted was to hear more of your pretty sounds. You gasped when he yanked down your shorts, leaving on your underwear just to mess with you and make you desperate for him. He glided his thumb over your cunt, occasionally putting pressure on your clit but never quite staying there. Your legs and hips twitched, your pathetic attempt to guide his finger. Loud moans and whines kept pouring from your lips as you tried to get him where you wanted.

“Have any of those assholes ever gone down on you?” he asked, sort of absent.

Had they? You weren't really sure. Sometimes they would kiss between your legs, a few licks here and there before they pushed their cock in, but never like what your friends have told you it was like. Jealousy burbled in your stomach whenever you heard them talk about it— the unimaginable pleasure, the look on the man's face he ate them out like his life depended on it. You have had a glimpse, a very bad one, but you had almost felt what it was like. However, at the end of the day, it was mostly you on your knees with your mouth stuffed.

Ultimately, you decided to tell him exactly that. “Yeah, but not really. It's usually me who does.”

Heesung clicked his tongue, completely displeased by your answer. It pissed him off, sort of, at least enough to pull your panties down and finally beginning to live up to his promise. He flicked the tip of his tongue over your clit, to which your body immediately reacted, forcing a whimper out of you.

His hands forced your legs open as far as they would go, taking full control, leaving you defenseless under his relentless mouth and tongue. Same tongue he pushed inside you, thrusting it into your hole, feeling you squeeze him. The way your walls tightened around his tongue turned him impatient, dying to get that same feeling on his cock. But you were his priority right now, and he would have time to feel you soon enough.

The orgasm that you had been longing for since you accepted your date felt closer than ever, with heesung's nose hitting your clit, and his tongue moving inside you. He then reached up to suck on your clit that kept getting more and more swollen the more his lips would close around it, rolling his tongue over it. As he kept playing with it, he teased his finger on your entrance, gathering your slick on it and sliding it in with little to no effort, your body welcoming him instantly. He found himself stretching you further in no time, slowly pushing in a second finger and curling both of them.

“Feel good baby?” he mumbled. It was uncommon for him to ask those types of questions, since he would rather have girls show him. But from you, he wanted to hear it, he needed to hear it.

The question almost sounded stupid in your ears.

“So fucking good,” you breathed out. “So fucking close.”

All of the rumours were true, and Heesung absolutely looked hot pleasuring a woman, smiling to himself, looking drunk and fucked out just from it, his only goal to have you finish thanks to him. He was good, exactly like he said he was, making your eyes roll back, a thing you had only thought possible in porn, and just by using his mouth. And he still had yet to fuck you.

The pace of his fingers and tongue quickened, your moans got louder along with it. Edging you was something he considered, feeling you so close, having the power to just stop all at once and leave you hanging.

Your orgasm came crashing down on you before he could make a decision, and fuck if it wasn't one of the hottest things he had ever witnessed; how your back arched and your feet lift off of the bed as the highest peak of pleasure you had ever felt invaded your body in waves, body convulsing onto his hand in time with the loud, borderline screams of his name. It had gotten to the point you had to kick at his shoulders for him to pull away, sensations quickly turning painful.

If that's how you were gonna feel on his cock, he was certain that he was not going to last long.

“Shit, Heesung, that was—”

"I'm not done with you, sweetheart,” he interrupted. “I barely just started.” He chuckled, begging to pull down his sweatpants, revealing the wet patch of precum on his underwear. “Look what you did to me.”

Your eyes never stopped following his hands as he hooked his fingers om his boxers to finally free his cock from being smothered by the fabric, standing proudly against his abdomen, heavy. Something in your stomach fluttered with a twisted exciment of what was about to happen, especially when he wrapped his hand around it to stroke it slowly, almost teasing himself.

And you let him, watching him try to relieve himself; his mouth open, panting, so focused on aliviating his arousal that he almost forgot you were there. That until both of your eyes met, the atmosphere in the room getting heavier by the minute

Heesung stopped moving his hand. “Come spit on it, baby,” he instructed. “Get it ready.”

A breath got stuck in your throat at his words. That hadn't been the nastiest thing you heard, you had been said and called way worse. But the way he look and sounded while he made his request, knelt in front of you, hair out of place and lips dark pink and glossy from eating you out made him look and sound so utterly dirty, so much so that your body reacted way before you did, already crawling to him before he could finish that sentence fully.

You looked straight into his eyes as you opened your moth, a long string of saliva falling from your tongue in slow motion until it met the head of his cock. He looked right back at you as he spread it across his length. Heesung muttered curse after curse as you laid back down, and was quick to settle himself between your legs once more.

His tip pressed against your entrance, and you felt the stretch almost immediately, hissing and putting your hand on stomach as a reflex. He held your wrist gently, used his grip to pull your hand up to his face, pressing a soft kiss on your palm. His eyes fluttered shut as your warm skin came into contact with his lips. And when you moved to cup his cheek, he leaned into the touch instantly. You began to tease his bottom lip, running your thumb over it, and as he sunk himself even further, he caught it between his teeth, gently grazing them against your semilong nails, until he finally closed his mouth around it. He hummed.

It took Heesung a while to bottom out inside you, and you moaned and whined all the way through it; from the pain of being stretched open and from the pleasure of being stretched open. He moaned as well, as his hips met your pelvis, with your walls fluttering around his cock. His thoughts were going at a thousand miles, all of them screaming at him to really, really fuck you into the mattress. But he stayed put for the sake of your enjoyment, he had promised you a good night and he was going to drag it out as much as he could for your and his enjoyment.

Still with your thumb between his lips, he began to slowly move his hips, barely pulling out before pushing back in to get you used to his girth. You gripped his bicep with your free hand, scratching down on his skin until the sting started to dissipate. You took notice of the way he held his breath as the speed began to increase, moaning and groaning when you squeezed him in.

It was dizzying, how you felt him everywhere. In your hand, with his moans vibrating on your palm; inside you as he dragged his cock, barely managing to pull out an inch before diving back in, pressing himself against you as much as he could so that he was fully settled inside your walls. Due to his cocky attitude, you didn't take him for the type of guy to be vocal. But there he was, whining louder and louder, almost uncontrollably, and that only turned you on more. The fact that you, too, were making him feel good and he was not afraid to show it.

You weren't usually this pliant and submissive, preferring to put up a little bit of a fight, managing to make guys submit to you instead as you took the lead. With Heesung, though, it was different, whether it was because was mesmerizing or because you had never felt such heightened pleasure, it was clear that he had control from the moment he got closer to you before he made his offer. And you could take control, probably, but you didn't want to. You wanted Heesung to do the work, to prove himself.

Which he was, taking on a pleasurable rhythm that had you moaning louder than him. One of his hands found the plush of your hips and gripped onto it for leverage to angle himself. The other one traveled from your chest all the way down to your clit, rubbing messy circles with his thumb, making you throw your head back into the pillows, along with a cry of his name.

The echo of his skin hitting against yours fueled him. Heesung didn't know where he should be looking at, if at your beautifully contorted face, with your eyes closed shut and your lips parted, or down, to where a white ring of your slick began to sorround the base of his cock each time he pulled out, noises growing increasingly wetter.

“You're driving me fucking insane,” he grunted.

There was no response from you, only whines of pleasure as you neared your second release. His thumb circled faster, not too hard, but enough to send all of your senses into overdrive, encouraging you to reach your climax, dying to know if you'd feel as good on his cock as you did on his fingers. And although he was dying to kiss you, he held back his urges just to see your face as you came, with your legs closing around his waist, your body slightly convulsing off the bed. It was nothing short of delightful.

You attempted to catch your breath, but heesung didn't give you time to process your intense orgasm as he flipped you onto your stomach. He pressed your cheek into the mattress and accommodated your lower half as he pleased. You were barely able to hold your ass up in the air for him, your knees weak as he entered you again. Only then did you register that you had come twice already, but had yet to see or feel a single drop from him.

“You are fucking insane,” you groaned, teary eyed.

He chuckled, movements coming to a halt. “I made you come twice and you still complain? Tsk. Greedy.” He dug his nails into your hips, making you wince. “Sorry you're tired, but it's my turn now.”

With that, his thrusts resumed, opting for a quicker, rougher pace than before, clearly turning a bit more selfish and now after his own release. The new position allowed him to reach deeper, making you press yourself back onto him to meet him halfway, chasing the sensation despite the pang of pain from having orgasmed so recently.

Heesung leaned down to bite onto your shoulder, in the pace where his tshirt wouldn't cover, making sure to engrave his teeth into your skin, hoping the next man you tried to sleep with would be turned off by the markings. He let go when you complained, kissing and licking onto it instead, whispering more soft apologies, although both of you knew that he wasn't sorry at all.

After a while his thrusts became more erratic, losing any pacing he tried to maintain. The grip on your hips was bruising, but you thought you wouldn't have it any other way.

“Touch yourself for me,” he commanded in between his moans.

You reached down between your body and the matress, struggling to reach your clit as Heesung's thrusts moved and pressed you against the sheets. Your motions were slow and light despite the harsh snapping of heesung's hips, slowly building up the pressure in your lower stomach until any discomfort you felt was gone, your fingers now matching his speed, mindless of the way your cunt tightened around him almost painfully.

He didn't stop nor slow down, not even as he came. Loud moans spilled from his lips, attempting to drag out his release as much as he could. And you followed soon after, body giving out under heesung to lay flat onto the bed, breathing heavily. He spread your legs carefully to not miss the way his cum oozed out of you, dripping down onto your folds. You turned your head back as best as you could, and through the mess of hair on your face, you still caught the way he smiled to himself as he watched.

“This is video worthy,” Heesung murmured, dragging his fingers up your cunt to fuck his cum back into you. “You're gonna make me hard again.”

You squirmed away from him, kicking at his sides. “Stop it,” you whined, then whined again as he pulled his fingers out languidly, the sight so painfully naughty it almost made you ask him to fuck you again. However, you were too tired to even hold yourself up.

Heesung's whole demeanour changed, and he was back to being just him; playful and soft spoken. “Sorry,” he chuckled, the only time it sounded like he actually meant it. He hovered over you, moving your hair to place gentle kisses on the nape of your neck.

It made you sigh, muscles finally relaxing, and your hearbeat now back to normal. Or sort of normal.

For the sake of the moment, you tried not to think about anything; about the fact that you just had the most intense and amazing sex with your best friend, no other. And you had to admit that you were kind of sad about the fact that it was over, and that it was probably gonna be a one time thing to protect the friendship. So you allowed yourself to be held by him, pushing any and all thoughts to the back of your mind.

“You're beautiful, you know?” he whispered against your skin.

He was making it way too hard.

“Not so bad yourself,” you mumbled jokingly. Heesung was fucking beautiful, too. “M'gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that.”

“Sleep, then,” he smiled.

“Thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

“The dick, and the kisses.”

Heesung couldn't help but laugh, a loud but oddly comforting sound as you began to drift off.

“Anytime.”

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Love The Sinner | Dexter Morgan

Dexter Morgan, a vigilante serial killer hiding in plain sight, loses sleep for the first time in his life when he’s met with the very last thing he expected: a kindred spirit.

Warnings: Violence. Mature language and themes. Sexual content.

Part One. Eyes of Darkness.

Most people, when they’re getting arrested, shit their pants with fear. Some scream, some cry. Some rage, and some try to run, and some just freeze. That’s what you usually see, when you’re in your parents’ living room, and your dad can’t wait to turn on the TV to the channel dickety-six news, of all things. But sometimes, people have other reactions when being handcuffed and shoved in the back of a squad car. Sometimes people enjoy it, for one reason or another. I smiled when Miami Metro put me in cuffs on the news. Laughed, even. You see my story is many things, but boring certainly isn’t one of them.

Let’s start simple. My name is Nicole Carvalho, and as of today, America knows me as ‘Murderous MILF’. You really can’t make these things up; I love this country. I keep reminding myself, if I ever go free, I need to clip that out of the newspapers. But see, right now, at this very moment, I’m sitting alone in an almost blindingly white interrogation room at the precinct, waiting for a cop to question me while they study me on the surveillance footage. I can’t lie, I’m sitting back right now in my chair, smirking. You see, I killed the men who violated and later took my baby girl’s life, and I’m currently very pleased with myself.

I don't think my grandfather pictured this when he left Brazil. This truly is the American dream; committing a crime and letting your own peers decide whether or not it was justified. In all honesty, a jury will be much kinder to me than ‘God’ has been. So, I figured I’d let myself have this one thing. I think I waited about a half an hour before they sent someone in; a female detective. They must’ve figured a matching vagina couldn’t hurt. The first thing I noticed about this detective was that she was strikingly young; close to my age. I’m thirty-six, so I would estimate her to be maybe a little younger.

But apart from her age, the next thing I noticed about this detective was that she was very robotic in how she interacted with me; she didn’t necessarily look like she wanted to be there. She barely looked up at me when she came in, holding my files and looking down at them like a teenager doing a presentation in high school.

“So. Nicole Carvalho. I’m Detective Morgan.”

She sits down across from me less like I’m a murder suspect and more like she’s interviewing me for a secretary job. I look at her, sitting forward as I join her in the conversation, still smug as ever. I think she was secretly hoping I’d say it, the four words that usually drove most cops insane that, for some reason, no one ever thinks to say in the movies.

“I want my lawyer.”

I smile as I say it. Detective Morgan also smiles, looking down at the table before getting up. I’ll never forget how pleased she sounded.

“Guess that means I can’t ask you anymore questions.”

She gets up and walks out, and that’s the end of it. In all honesty, I don’t think she was looking forward to questioning a woman about the murder of her daughter’s rapist. After the detective left me alone, I was allowed to call myself the lawyer that I had in mind. This, of course, was a friend of a friend, a perfectly shady guy named Johnny Bertelli, who was, in the nicest way possible, a fucking scum bag. You see, I work as a project manager at a marketing firm, so I’ve met my fair share of good lawyers, but Johnny was the fucking best.

He made Johnnie Cochran look like an idiot. He was the kind of lawyer who laughed at the prosecution in court, and I needed him. So there i was, in the Miami Metro precinct punching a number I’d gotten off Google into a wall phone. I looked around the precinct as I waited for someone to pick up, and suddenly it was like I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned around, and I saw a pretty timid, mild-mannered looking guy who seemed as if he’d been standing there trying to figure out how to get my attention.

But the strange thing was, he didn’t seem to want my attention, at all, actually. If anything, he seemed perturbed by the fact that I was looking his way. I looked over at him, not knowing what the fuck his story could’ve been. Miami’s a weird place, because in this moment, I realized the guy wandering the precinct in a Polo and khakis could very well be an employee. I looked at the guy, not knowing what he could’ve wanted with me as I struggled with the phone. Funny enough, he actually just wanted to be helpful.

“You gotta press pound,” he says quietly, “For the call to go through,” and I almost laugh.

I appreciate the odd moment, just thanking him.“Thank you.”

He just nods, and says nothing as he quietly retreats to wherever it was he came from. I took his advice, and sure enough, the phone worked and patched me through to Johnny’s office. I wasn’t quite sure at the time, seeing as I was obviously a bit preoccupied, but I felt that strange man’s eyes linger on me for a moment. Even as I turned around, I could sense his surreal sort of presence that he had. Sure, I was used to having men’s leering eyes on me out in public; it was hardly unusual. But this was different.

Like he was less looking at my body and flesh, but more so imagining what was underneath it.

*****

The next couple years of my life were eventful, to say the fucking least. Johnny of course advised me to take my case to trial instead of taking a plea, for obvious reasons; there was no way any jury was going to give me the maximum sentence, or God forbid, the death penalty. I was a single mother who stabbed her twelve year-old daughter’s rapist seventeen times. In the eyes of the public, I was practically a fucking hero. Johnny’s confident that any jury would feel sympathetic to me, despite the brutality of what I’d done. As he says, the facts are still there.

My neighbor, a weasley little creep named George Randall got me, and my Isabelle, to trust him, and took advantage of her in the worst way. Then she killed herself, because of what he did, and I had to find out through a note left on her desk for me to find. So, I went to George’s with an empty baking dish of his, and once he let me in, I whipped out the knife I’d borrowed from him, the same knife I used to use to cook for my little girl, and I made his stomach burst like a water balloon. At this point, I’d already chosen to show little remorse for the crime I’d committed, feeling perfectly at peace with the possibility of prison, or the death penalty.

But Johnny said there was probably no need to be too fearful of either. He’d even told me there was a possibility I’d just get a few years, and then parole, or something, and I wasn’t sure that wasn’t bullshit, but I also liked his confidence. The reality of it was, Johnny had made much worse people look way better. To him, my case was already closed. All I had to do was play the part of the grieving mother, which took no effort on my part. I had to wait almost a year for my case to go to trial, which I of course did outside of a cell.

This gave me enough time to get all my affairs in order, or so to speak. My job was okay for the time being, and I knew I’d probably still have it so long as I wasn’t convicted of murder, given my ‘years of dedicated service’. Things were going to be relatively fine, eventually, but for now, I was stuck being paraded around like a jester on some twisted apology tour for avenging my daughter’s death. I’m a pretty good actor, but even my patience has its limits. And maybe wearing my white So Kate’s to court wasn’t necessarily the best judgement call.

But Johnny, being more than worth the money I pay him, made it work. I walked into the courtroom with him, humble and graceful, and didn’t let my eyes linger so as not to appear guilty. But even then, I caught a glimpse of him in the room. The guy who helped me with the phone. He was watching my trial, probably just as a police department employee. Probably.

“Will the defendant please rise?”

I complied with Judge Willis’s request, with my trusty guard dog by my side. I remained dignified, my head held high, but not too high, of course, as the proceedings began.

“Miss Carvalho. How do you plead?”

“Not guilty, your honor,” I told him.

The damage was done. My fate rested entirely in the hands of twelve strangers, and for some reason, there was a thirteenth who seemed oddly invested in the outcome.

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Part Two.

[ur-mousey]

Benzo-Addict ~

- Yandere! Jeffery x F! Reader -

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Part One, Part Two

summary Drugs have always been your friend. A source of courage and tonight's no different. Now it's time to fuck a nerd. Hope your BF understands. 1.7k

warning mature, smut, non-con, hostage situation, dry humping.

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** Choices **

There are NO MORE choices to choose from.

You are shit outta luck, now wear those kitten ears and purr real good.

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You blurringly watched ahead. A TV buzzed with images of red, blue, and clover green. You didn't feel luck at all. Jeffery kept you stable on his inner thigh, carding through knots twisted amongst your hair. You listened past his singing to the crickets beyond the attic crawl space, where cars whirled by, and left without hearing your pleas. Cody laid bleeding out on the creaky wooden slates. One thought persisted, he would die here. You talked him through it as best as you could, but in a twist of fate, you wished him dead. He'd be better off that way.

The rusted odor was acidic to your nostrils and filled the space like a migraine after a bender. All you could do was to constrict your throat. You were afraid that you'd double over at the sight. It's game over. As if you could save anyone? Much less yourself. Time to roll the credits. And spoiler, you'll remain fucked into death on top of a Hatsune Miku body pillow.

What the fuck were you supposed to do? What exactly could you have done differently? Go back in time and do what? Not be nice?

You smoothed snot into the wrist of your cardigan. The answer was a simple one. It stared you plain in the face, and it taunted you with the ferocity of the North Seas. You were the issue. Everything you did, all who you've interacted with, culminated into a thick poison settling in your skin. You wondered if you were destined for this - a life dictated by god where autonomy may be gifted or provoked.

And if you were to see Jeffery as that god, he had chosen to take you in as his rascal stray kitten. There will be no more choices afforded to you besides those he'll offer. Either to obey or not to obey. To crawl or to not be afforded the chance to ever walk again.

You were on the cusp of that new version of normalcy, having started with whom you placed the blame on. Jefferey directed it at Cody, as did Cody directed it at Jeffery. They were both wrong.

This was your fault. Jeffery showed you how easy it was to make you disappear. He cleaned fast that first night, ten days ago. You wouldn't have realized a stranger in the dark. He packed clothing for Cody and you, alongside sentimental items you'd fail to leave behind. He took a handful of Percs for the road and set up a snorting station of crushed Valium in the middle of your coffee table.

Jeffery had ushered you over by your biceps. He urged you to snort what you could of the powder. "Only a little, hun. He'll take the rest."

You wailed into your hands. Any and all protests were stumped in the pits of your belly. Drowsiness threatened to take you. But, your heart seemed to pound greatly outside of your body.

Jeffery whispered, "Please." He brought your head to his, forehead to forehead. "I promise, you'll sleep this all off. I love you. All I ask of you is to do this one thing to ensure our future."

"H-how?" Your voice sounded feral.

"You need to disappear. I'm setting the scene..." Jeffery brought your hands together. "If you aren't all mine, I can't stand it."

You gnawed on your lips, "How would this make me disappear?"

"I thought of many scenarios," Jeffery began, using his other hand to smooth flyaway strands from your face. His thumb rested upon your cupid's bow. "Most of them endited you for murder. But, I don't want people to think bad of you... So the plan is to-umm..." It seemed hard for him to set his words in order. He started once in stutters then he collapsed back against your boyfriend's bound leg. Jeffery basked in the silence.

Cody winced, flailing his limbs as best he could against the restraint. His muffled voice berated against your skull's cavity. Jeffery cleared his throat to begin anew. "Frankly... this world wouldn't miss druggie one," He slammed his fist hard into Cody's gut who began to wheeze while constricting in on himself as best he could. "Shut the fuck up! I told you if you attract the neighbors, I gut you. Now..."

Jeffery brought your head back to his. "You are druggie two. One and Two go missing. Then the cops assume these... 'lovers' fled together."

"And snorting Val?"

"You two were high off all the shit you took tonight. Friday nights are your weakness. The Valium is to cement the final hoora! of the night! Then I'll drive your car to the edge of town where there's no security, I'll withdraw money in his clothes, then dump him somewhere. And I get to have you! We can start our new lives with each other."

You blinked rapidly then slowed to the rhythm of your breaths. Were you ever breathing? "D-uuh Dump him... where exactly?"

"Anywhere. I don't know. I never disposed of a body. I'm doing this for you. You're my first. Will be... at least. After you, I won't be a vir- ah ah vir... virgin."

"Jeffery," You shuttered. "That's stupid."

"Which part? The virg-"

"No, not that. The dump his body somewhere -that part." You rubbed your eyes. You can't believe what you're about to do. "It would ruin all of this-" You waved your hand around. "If anyone finds the body."

Jeffery hummed, "Then what would you do?"

"Take him with us. That way you could think of a better solution. We could come up with something better!" You blamed the Percs. But it was all you leading at this moment. "I-uh don't know. We could chop him up or... or um."

What the fuck are you supposed to do? What exactly could you do to keep Cody alive? Fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck?

You gathered Jeffery's collar at the scruff of his neck. You huffed into the space between you before breaching the surface tension. His lips were chapped against yours, thin and twitched at first contact. Cody stomped furiously, swinging forward and back until he tipped over on his wrist. You watched his head crack down on the pavement.

"If no one cares about two druggies. Then, no one would care if I had fucked someone before high tailing it. Maybe you could convince the police that I had an affair. Cody found out, and then he murdered me outside of town in the dark spooky woods." You inhaled deep as you climbed Jeffery's knee. "You're right... he's a bastard."

You settled your fingertips on his neck, cupping his Adam's apple. "I want him to suffer. And he should see me enjoy our new life. Starting with me pleasing you."

Jeffery's eyes dart to your chest as you lean over him to glare at the nothingness behind. You were stalling. You felt too weak to run or to put up a fight. Morning would come eons from now, it seemed.

You had to keep him here until then.

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Jeffery had sat enamored at your little performance. He kept his eye trained on your spasming body as you rocked faster into his leg. He'd known your druggie boy-toy trained you to drip at the gulp of a Perc, but he didn't expect to reap the benefits so soon. His brain fogged as the butterfly kisses you swept over his collarbone came up to his ear.

His mouth salivated at the faintest breath. He trembled as you bit his ear with tender care. Jeffery convinced himself of your love. This had to mean you loved him back. You had chosen him in the end over the waste of human parts. Your ex didn't use his eyes to watch anime nor did he jack off to big-breasted waifus. His dick had never spurt ropes of sperm into the air at watching a 2D woman leaking men's cum.

Not like Jeffery did. And all those nights felt like preparation for the day you saw him in his truest light. One which can now be actualized!

He would no longer be a virgin. Thanks to you.

Jeffery compared himself to Cody who had never had to imagine the subtle dips of a woman's hips as he did. He saw how the Baka would greedily smack your flesh. He knew that Baka had felt your pulsating entrance around his unsavory shaft. Jeffery wished to rid you of the phantom touch of your ex by burying his face deep into your pussy.

He felt rushed to gather its aroma on his palette. If only you would let him. Jeffery felt too afraid to string you to his whim when you chased pleasure so eagerly from his body.

He wondered if you would even want him to. He could try taking the reigns. Yet your lips slotted over Jeffery's like water over ice. He had to stifle a pitiful whine. His brain short-circuited at each pass of your tongue over his teeth. Jeffery's hand searched frantically the globes on your chest. He came to twiddle with your nipples.

You circled your hips to the beat of his thumb pressing down on your peaks. It was too good to be true. This must've been in a dream that he carded away in the depths of his depravity.

Your pussy mound molded over his thigh, wetting his jeans. What a sweet dream. Jeffery planned to relive the moment in all future sex encounters. He'll be in his late seventies, jacking off to the memory.

It has been hours since that moment came to pass. Jeffery caved to your sly demands. Cody lived another day. He knew you.

However, you'll soon realize that this was a part of the plan. Jeffery needed you to kill the piece of shit. How else would you move on if you painted him out to be the monster? Jeffery couldn't have you glorify the fucker in death. You would twist the truth in your sweet little head. All Cody's abuse, a symbol of his love that he's dead.

Hopefully, you finish the Baka off sooner rather than later. Jeffery had designed the attic with only you and him in mind.

Jeffery wiped your swollen cheeks. You were a princess adorned above your Sailor Moon duvet. He felt his cock swell with need at your peaceful yet grief-stricken face.

Three's a crowd.

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Thank you for reading! Request rules are here! Follow my ig = lil.thoughts.xo! Decided not to do the cosplay idea. Maybe in another fic not related to this concept. Wrote the ending in the dead of night bc I would've put it off.

Part One, Part Two

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Tag list (y’all are depraved for wanting more)

@constellyations, @bladestits, @m1sscreep, @ilyquanxi, @opalineishere, @sakurashana

Will edit it later. Come back in 2 days, maybe I'll add an actual penetration scene. Or part 4, just smut, little plot. I get too into the plot thoooooo

[littlemissayu]

TWST Boys as ✨ PARENTS✨(Part 4)

ft: Diasomnia | pt.1 ; Heartsabyul & Savanaclaw | pt.2 ; Octavinelle & Scarabia | pt.3 Pomefiore & Ignihyde

TW: kids, pregnancy, reader is depicted as female, domestic, fluff

Malleus Draconia-

4-15 kids, this man lit up when you told him you were expecting. As King of Briar Valley, he gets an heir to the throne. As your husband he was thrilled that your family could grow. His kids are very chill, understanding; even as toddlers they rarely ever threw a tantrum , and when they simply calm down after 10 minutes. Very smart children as well have never had anything lower than 89%. Malleus teaches his kids there is work and there is play; there are times they have to treat him as Malleus Draconia, ruler of faes, and Sovereign of Briar Valley, but other times he just plain dad. He is an amazing dad, always supporting and making an effort with his kids. I think he mostly has boys.

Lilia Vanrouge-

The two of you have 3 children together(4 counting Silver). Your kids have the same lovable, playful, and intelligent charm to them like their father. They are very athletic and chaotic. You never forget the night you woke up to you 4 month hang on the ceiling above your sleeping figure; you never fail to let them forget it when they complain about you taking away their beauty sleep when you wake them up early for school.Lilia is ofc a great that , we see that, you see it, I see it, and most of all his kids see it. Your family never fails to put a smile on each other's face, no matter what happens. I think he'd have 2 girls and a boy. +Although Silver sleeps a lot he still the best big brother ever!!(their words!!)

Silver-

1 beautiful yet sleepy child. Never cried at night because their too busy sleeping. You finish feeding them? They're napping. They've been playing for 10 minutes? Needs a nap in between. It would've concerned you if it weren't for your husband. No matter how sleepy Silver is, he stays protective of your family, no one is putting a hand on to either of your hairs. If their's one thing he will never sleep through is your kids events, like plays, performances, speeches, graduation, etc. I highly believe he has a son.

Sebek Zigvolt-

5 loud children. Now you could be thinking that he's too busy guarding Malleus to have 5 whole living breathing miniature beings; BUT HEAR ME OUT! His thought process is that if he has more kids, he could train more people to being Malleus' devoted followers ^^. Now depending on who you are I'm going to assume your not gonna force your kids to serve Malleus ofc not!! But dw he does genuinely love his kids no matter what. Would he prefer that they served His regal, sophisticated, genius, master, king, prince, and lord Malleus; but he loves them the way they are!! HE IS AN A AGGRESSIVE SOCCER MOM/DAD AT HEART, you say his kid missed, no they didn't your delusional >:( Has shelfs of all their achievements and all really outstanding test grades go right on the fridge. 3 boys, 2 girls

A/N: Now Ik it took me forever to post this but I have been sick since Friday, so I didn't want to post while not fully myself. I feel better now, not completely back to my usual self but I can definitely post!!

Diasomnia Masterlist

TWST Masterlist

[ladykailitha]

Icarus Part 6

Hello! I don't know how long it's been since I've updated this, so if you don't remember much, I recommend going back and at least rereading part 5.

In this Steve and Eddie talk and you meet Steve's bandmates and best friends outside of Robin, Eddie, and Dustin.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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After the shower and the best sex Steve had ever had, Eddie and he lay curled up on the bed.

“I hate lying to everyone,” he murmured. “It eats me up inside. But if one person found out...” He buried his head into Eddie’s shoulder.

“But one person did find out, sweetheart,” Eddie said softly. He rubbed Steve’s back soothingly. “The world didn’t end. Your secret is still safe. I’ll make sure of it.”

Steve let out a low shuddering breath. “I trust you. I do. It’s everyone else I don’t trust.”

Eddie threaded his fingers through Steve’s hair and brought their foreheads together. “So trust me to keep everyone else at bay. Can you do that?”

Steve let his eyelids flutter closed and he took a deep breath. “Yeah, Eds. I can do that.”

“Just one more thing, sweetheart and you can go to sleep.”

Steve opened his eyes and asked, “Yeah, what’s that?”

“The boys want The Fallen to join Corroded Coffin on our next US tour,” he said with a grin. “What do you say? You think your band would want to do that?”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Like for real? All the guys signed off on us opening for you?”

Eddie tilted his head in confusion. Where did that question come from? But as he thought about it he knew exactly who Steve was referring to.

“Yes, even Gareth,” he said with amusement. “They all love your guys’ sound. You’re even his favorite bandmember.”

Steve snorted. “I wouldn’t be if he knew who Abbadon was.”

He winced, Eddie really wished he could refute that but Gareth was sure that Steve would swoop in and take Eddie away from the band, leaving them high and dry.

Steve wouldn’t have done that prior to being in his own metal band, but it was even less likely now.

“Gareth has his own hang ups,” Eddie said. “Don’t you be worrying about them, okay?”

Steve let out a long sigh. “Yeah, I just wish I knew why he didn’t like me very much.”

Eddie pulled him closer and pressed a kiss to the top of Steve’s head.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “He doesn’t like anyone who could break up the band by being ‘Yoko Ono’. You, Miranda, anyone any of us have dated ever. But it’s okay if he dates, because he knows to make sure that the band is his top priority.”

Steve pulled away a little and leaned up to look Eddie in the eye. “Wait, what?”

“Yup,” Eddie said, gently pulling him back down. “So don’t you worry your pretty head about it, okay?”

Steve kissed him deeply and buried his head into the crook of Eddie’s neck, nuzzling the column of his throat.

Soon they had both drifted off to sleep.

****

Steve was woken in the early hours by Eddie kissing him goodbye.

“I’ve got to go before anyone gets wind I’m here, darlin’,” he murmured. “But I’ll text when I can, okay?”

Steve nodded and snuggled back into his pillow to go back to sleep.

Eddie shook his head fondly. He slipped out into the hallway where Robin was waiting for him.

She was leaning up against the wall with her head down and her arms crossed.

“Miss Celeste,” he murmured, miming tipping a hat.

She pushed herself off the wall and turned to him. “Are you going to be trouble for us?”

She tossed him a plain black hoodie which he quickly pulled over his head.

“You and Ste–Abbadon?” Eddie asked cocking his head to the side.

Robin shook her head. “All of us. The whole band. Abbadon and I aren’t the only ones hiding our identities. I don’t want them outed anymore then I want Abbadon outed. I mean it’s not that big a deal for me. I can be their manager no matter what I look like now.”

Eddie regarded her for a moment, thinking. He had a pretty good idea who the other bandmates were. And it made sense. They had separate lives that could be ruined if word got out they played for a metal band.

“I don’t know shit, Cici,” he muttered. “And that stands for as long you need me to.”

She blinked at the new nickname, unsure if she liked it or not. She waved the thought away, she had more important things to worry about.

“I’ll hold you to that, Munson,” Robin said pointing her finger at him. “Do not ruin this for us.”

Eddie gave a jaunty salute and started down the hallway back the way he’d come up.

Immediately he ducked his head and changed his gait, becoming a completely different person.

Robin watched until he was out of sight.

She shook her head. She had been so concerned about the geniuses that she had been blindsided by the idiot.

Granted this idiot was in love with Steve, but she wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse.

She supposed only time would tell.

****

Robin sat with her boys. Steve was her soulmate, but these three were her brothers. She loved all of them.

She looked at each one of them in turn. Shane Kendrick was a bright-eyed, freckled red-head. His hair was a riot of curls and sheered on the on the sides. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking up at her like a lost child.

Simon Olsen was on the sofa with Steve. He was practically a video game main character. Dark hair and eyes, chiseled jaw, dashing good looks. He was leaning heavily into Steve’s side as Steve draped a comforting arm around his shoulders.

The final member of the group was Spencer Peters, a blond haired, blue eyed man with a crooked nose and a mischievous grin.

“Okay guys,” Robin began. “i have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”

“Bad!” they chorused.

Robin shook her head at these absolute dorks. “The bad news is that someone clocked Steve as Abbadon.”

“Shit!” Spence hissed. “What happened?”

Steve chuckled. “Apparently I had a secret admirer for years.”

Simon looked up at Steve in confusion. “What does that mean?”

“Eddie Munson has been in love with our Stevie so long that he clocked Steve from the two little moles on the underside of his jaw,” Robin said dryly.

Shane leaned forward, eyes wide. “Are you for real right now?”

“Eddie Munson?” Spence echoed. “As in frontman for the biggest band in the world?”

Steve cackled. “That would be the one.” They all stared at him like he had grown an extra head. “Come on, guys, you know that I’ve been friends with him for years. I even went to school with him. It’s not out of the realm of possibility.”

“Holy shit,” Spence said, eyes wide. “You totally fucked.”

Steve turned a bright red.

Simon leaned a little bit away from Steve to look him in the eye. “You slept with Eddie Munson. Was that before or after he found out you were Abbadon?”

“After,” Robin said. “He sent flowers to Abbadon’s dressing room last night with a note letting him he figured it out.”

The three other men gasped in shock.

“Weren’t you upset?” Shane asked. “I think I would be regardless of who had done the guessing.”

Steve licked his lips. “Was it harrowing for a bit there? Sure, I’m not going to lie. But I trust this man with my life,” he said. “But I’m not going to trust him with yours. If you want him to know, you can tell him, but otherwise, Celeste and Abbadon ain’t gonna say shit to him, and Robin and Steve don’t know jack.”

The three men looked at each other.

Spence shrugged. “Like he’ll probably figure it out.”

Simon sat up fully and blushed. “I think he spotted me as he was coming out of the dressing room, if that was him.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, Robin and I hauled him in there to make sure he actually knew and wasn’t just fucking around.”

Shane licked his lips. “Just so I got this straight,” he said, “Eddie Munson figured out Steve is Abbadon because he’s mapped out every freckle and mole he has, he sent Steve flowers letting him know he knew, they fucked about it, and he most likely knows that the rest of us are in the band, but probably not who’s who for sure. That sound about right?”

Steve and Robin shared a glance and Robin nodded.

“That sums it up, yeah.”

Simon collapsed back into Steve’s side. “What’s the good news?”

“Corroded Coffin wants us to open for them the next time they go on their US tour,” Steve said with a grin.

Suddenly all three men were on their feet and staring down at Steve in shock.

“There is no way,” Spence hissed. “Is this because of you and Eddie?”

Steve shook his head. “No. I can see why you’d think that. But all us getting together did was give Eddie the chance to ask. The other members of the band are fans of ours.”

Shane raised an eyebrow. “But not Eddie?”

“Yeah...Eddie’s a music snob,” Robin said with a grimace. “He thought the band was gimmicky.”

Spence snorted, throwing himself back on the chair and crossing his arms. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair.” He half shrugged. “A lot people thought like that with our first album and we kinda were. But now that we’ve settled into our personas better, we’re going to hear that less and less.”

“I can’t believe you’re taking Eddie’s side,” Simon said with a glare, curling back up against Steve like a large house cat.

Steve rubbed his back soothingly. “It’s okay. He changed his mind when he saw us live. Just like a lot of people. You can’t keep nitpicking something that he’s since changed his mind on, especially since you didn’t know about the other thing until we told you.”

Simon rolled his eyes, but wisely said nothing else.

“When and where would we be touring?” Shane asked, settling back down on the floor, cross-legged.

“Not for awhile,” Steve said. “They just got back into the studio. Something that our own record label has been begging us to do since we started our second leg of our US tour.”

Spence nodded. “Which gives me and Shane time to write our third album and get it some of it recorded before they want us back on the road.”

Shane did their music and Spence did their lyrics. That was another thing that surprised a lot pundits when The Fallen first came out. Drummers weren’t usually a band’s writer. But it worked for them.

Steve could play guitar and sing, but he couldn’t write music and his poetry had caused many a partner to laugh out loud at his attempts.

But Spence was really good at getting to the heart of Steve’s emotions and channeling them into soulful lyrics.

Steve would come to them with a idea for a song and between the three of them they would work it out.

Simon didn’t mind not being a part of that process. If Steve’s poetry attempts were bad they were nothing compared to Simon’s attempts at writing a fantasy novel.

He had two thousand pages of...well. Simon called it a mess and no one could disagree. He had read several books on writing, attended lectures and classes, watched Masterclass for half a dozen writers, and it boiled down to one inescapable truth.

Simon was too wordy and did not take criticism well. So anything he wrote was for himself and for fun.

He had published a couple of RPF fanfics about a couple of actors from some detective show, but they never really got any attention and then when the band took off, he just never had the time.

He was more than happy to just lay on the guitar riffs and solos when they needed him to and let them do the rest.

Plus it was fun watching the three of them take Steve’s word vomit and turn it into a hit single.

“I’ve also got someone coming in and deprogramming our personas,” Robin said, “so we don’t look like weirdos with no spacial awareness.”

Simon giggled. “Just how many of your friends thought you were cursed, Steve?” he teased their frontman.

“Oh hardy ha,” Steve grumbled.

“Most of them them,” was Robin’s cheerful reply.

Steve stuck his tongue out at her. “So just to reiterate, Eddie knows about me and Robin and will probably guess about you three, but it is up to you if want to tell him. We’re going back into the studio for our third album and Corroded Coffin is currently recording their ninth. And while we’re there, we’re going to learn how to be regular humans again. Then after they’re done and hopefully us, too,” he added as an aside, “and they set the dates, we will open for them for just their US portion of their tour.”

He looked around at them.

“Any questions?”

The three other members just shook their heads.

“Great!” Robin said cheerfully. “Anybody got plans for tonight? Or are we doing the post tour celebratory dinner tonight since someone wasn’t there last night?”

“Post tour dinner and drinks are okay with me,” Simon said. “Though it was great to just crash last night.”

Shane and Spence nodded.

“I’m down,” Shane said, stretching his long limbs. “I could use a beer or three tonight after this meeting. Holy fuck.”

Steve nodded solemnly. “Mood.”

Everyone turned to Spence.

He blushed deeply. “Is it all right if I bring someone along?” His head snapped up and he waved his hands as the implication just hit him. “She doesn’t know, so if you don’t want her there it’s fine. But my sister set us up before the tour and we’ve been messaging back and forth.”

Steve laughed. “Take her on a proper date on Friday, you asshole. Tell her you’re still a bit jet lagged and want to be fresh and awake for her to give her the attention she deserves.”

Spence blushed and pulled out his phone to do just that.

Shane licked his lips with a mischievous grin. “Just tell me again why you were single for so long with moves like that?”

Robin snorted. “Because he had a crush on Eddie.”

Steve turned bright pink.

“You are positively hopeless, Steve,” Shane said shaking his head.

“Oh I don’t know,” Steve replied. “It seemed to work out pretty well.”

Robin hit the back of his head. “Only because you got lucky and Eddie figured you out.”

Steve’s expression softened and turned wistful. “Yeah. I’m really fortunate to have him.”

Shane and Spence looked at each other and sighed.

“Looks like there are going to be a couple of sappy loves songs on this album,” Spence said, rolling his eyes.

Steve half shrugged, completely unrepentant.

Robin just shook her head fondly. God how she loved her boys.

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[embersofnovember]

I LOVE YOU,

DON'T ACT SO SURPRISED.

remy lebeau x gn!reader

summary: you’ve only been a member of the xmen for a little over two months, yet remy’s already made it feel like a week.

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, remy’s a bully, justice for kurt!!, a lotttt of kissing, affectionate themes in general, no angst (for once?), a horrendous attempt at remy’s accent, idk what else

wc: 1312

notes: ignore how i died for a month or two but anyways i watched manchester by the sea the other day and i’m still wrecked

living in the x mansion is something you never imagined for yourself in the future, but never find yourself regretting. hidden away in the greenery, tucked away nicely, mutants roaming freely without the worry of being seen differently on their conscience. almost hidden in plain sight.

in a sense, it’s a better home than anyone else has ever had.

you’ve been living there for almost two months. it was hard to get used to at first, especially since you thought you were the only one—but, seeing everyone so calm, so happy and carefree certainly did make your heart soak itself in warmth. everyone greeted each other open arms.

mutants are normal. not everyone could read minds, or teleport, or move things with their mind, but some could, and you feel as though you’ve finally found a place that wants you.

there’s basketball matches on the court every other day. you and storm bake together. scott keeps a secret stash of liquor in his room, away from the kids and out of reach from logan, who will tear the place down in search for it if he ever found out there was any in the four walls you all call home. occasional movie nights, and you all took turns cooking dinner.

and some nights, when remy would come home from a mission, and would be a little too tired to walk to his room which was a little too far, you find him in your bed, with his head in your lap and your fingers tangled in his hair.

remy doesn’t have much shame.

it’s sweet little gestures the two of you indulge each other in. a slow process that happens more and more frequently as the days pass. things like fixing each other’s hair, catching each other’s stares from across a crowded room. he lets you win in every card game (kurt hates it—favouritism!). you let him sleep in your bed with the innocent price of either of you soothing the other. you take turns. whoever needs it more, or sometimes you just let each other tangle your legs and arms, and simply whisper to each other like you’re exchanging secrets.

you could get used to this. it’s a nice life, a life with a stark difference to the one you harboured mere months ago. sure, there were times, and you had your moments, but you were getting better.

you could get used to this. a life of domesticity that you couldn’t imagine before. october settles, similar to the cold in your skin, but you aren't thinking about that.

“oh, no,” remy tuts, shaking his head with a disapproving click of his tongue. he points metal tongs at kurt’s confused figure, and clicks them together twice. to this, kurt’s eyes widen. he isn’t even two steps into the kitchen.

“banned from de kitchen, oui? away, mon ami.”

you, however, had already gotten used to this.

“i didn’t even do anything!” kurt shouts defensively, german accent thick with frustration. remy near cuts him off with a groan, incessantly and impatiently clicking away with the tongs in kurt’s direction as he walks past.

“me an’ de lovely lady are busy,” he says. his eyes pivot over to you, sitting on the counter with your legs dangling over the edge, busying yourself with stirring the sauce in the pot remy had forgotten about.

“all i would like is a drink,” kurt remarks, more under his breath than to both you or remy. his tail sags behind him as he walks, bush of hair covering the better part of his eyes as he walks past you, giving a quiet nod and that small smile.

already used to the antics between the two best friends, you learnt it was better than to interfere a long time ago.

before kurt extends out a hand to open the fridge, remy’s already shoving him into a headlock and affectionately scratching kurt’s scalp. as dramatic as kurt is, and as if this isn’t a common occurrence for him, he still yelps. he sounds distressed every time it happens, and each time you can’t help but laugh.

remy, of course, is all grins and dimples. when he lets go of the poor guy, he doesn’t stop. “thought you knew better than to come into de kitchen when i’m cooking, mm?”

“no,” kurt muttered in exasperation. a sour look adorns his features as he turns his back and opens the fridge (without interruption, this time), though you can’t hold the conscious thought that maybe kurt really had thought he’d been safe for a second. his accent gets thicker when he’s flustered. “nein, too many people love here for you to be hogging the kitchen!”

the look that remy sent kurt had a giggle bubbling from the back of your throat. then, his attention is on you. remy’s eyes snap from kurt’s to yours, raising a teasing eyebrow.

“you find dis funny, chére?”

uh oh.

your smile, mere a twitch of the corners of your mouth, disappears completely. expecting the similar fate kurt had been given, you scramble for an excuse.

“no, why would i? that’s—“

kurt slips away with a canned beverage before the other can notice. remy advances towards you with his signature pair of tongs, clicking them together with a taunt and a raised eyebrow. there’s the click shut of the fridge, the sizzle of frying fat and remy’s dreamy, dopey grin.

your fate is already sealed. letting out a sigh in resignational defeat, you think just maybe kurt had been spared.

“—that’s stupid.”

“is it now?”

“mm,” your hum, coupled with a few encouraging nods and a smile you slowly can no longer hide, remy’s in front of you before you can blink. a tender hand is brushing a stray hair out of your eyes.

the truth is, remy has never been so badly whipped for anyone in his entire life. he loves you with all of his heart. in the way that his nose accidentally brushes against yours, in the way you enjoyed playing with his hair, in the way he kisses the different expanses of your face repeatedly until he breaks a grin out of you.

like right now.

“rem, you’re cooking,” you remind him, attempting to hold a sense of firmness in your tone as he places a series of kisses along the tip of your nose to the bridge. you were xmen: you were supposed to be responsible.

remy is anything if not responsible.

“i ain’t gon’ burn the house down,” he chides between a kiss on your cheek, tone gravelly and thick with his cajun accent. “you ever known gambit to burn his precious meals?”

“well, what about the other day when—“

he cuts you off with a kiss on your lips. it’s a brusque action, but it’s one you’ve adapted to, one that no longer surprises you, and one you reciprocate with minimal ease. you laugh once, and he pulls away. then, he goes in again and you playfully slap his chest.

“remy!”

he lets out a groan of faux annoyance, landing one final peck on your forehead before he reluctantly steps away to go back to his place at the stove, where he’s fiddling with his beignets with a now concentrated brow.

he is always there. an enigma in the pearls of his teeth, a rose in a bush of thorns.

“‘m just saying, chére,” he starts, eyes narrowing with concentration. then a groan when he flips the pastry to find they’re more golden and caramelised than he would like to admit.

“that i’m right?” you tilt your head, hands balanced on the edge of the counter as your legs swinging mindlessly. to say you felt a little smug is more true than otherwise.

if you were anyone else, remy would’ve turned around and glared at you. instead, he just laughs.

“touché, chérie.”

masterlist!!

[gojos-fr-bae]

Liar pt.3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Pairing: Gojo x fem!eader

Warnings: Pregnancy, sososos saaaaaad, ands, fluff, drinnking, I LOVE Kouki

Word Count: 1k (not them getting shorter)

A/N: BOO! Didin't see this coming huh? Me neither tbh but i didn't go to school yesterday and boredom was kiiling me sooo.....

Month 5

Satrou (I swear we'll see y/n and Kouki this time, allow me this once)

As Satoru slowly awoke from his restless sleep, unbearable nausea overcame him as he threw his bearley living body to his toilet, regurgitating meals he has no memory of even eating. His mouth burned as he vomited bile, burning his tongue.

He had lost his will to live but life refused to let him go. He forced himself to get up, get ready, and prepare himself for the copious amounts of bullshit he would have to deal with throughout whatever amount of time he is able to remain conscious. 

As he sat under a tree, ungodly amounts of booze already flowing through his system, he watched his students train on the plain before him.

He felt the grass beside him shuffle, the scent of surgical spirit and smoke flooding his senses.

“Hey idiot,” Shoko said, her raspy voice barely reaching his ears.

She turned to face her former classmate as he sat there, silent with a stoic face.

“Are you seriously planning on staying boring forever?”

No Answer

Shoko Sighed as she looked at her friend. Ever since you left he had never been the same. It pained her to see the bubbliest, happiest person she has ever known in such a state. It was worlds worse than when they lost Suguru and she couldn’t help but feel for the guy. She placed her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it slowly, facing him as he stared at nothing.

“Please take care of yourself, and slow down with the drinking, you’re cooking yourself.” she said with a softness that was rare to hear from her.

The doctor rose from her seat and looked down at Satoru, he’ll be okay. Sha’s praying for him to be okay.

Year 1 

Y/N

You woke up and immediately ran to your son’s room, excitement having seeped into every bone in your body .When you walked in and saw you ray of sunshine kneeling against the edge of his crib, bright gummy smile with four front teeth showing and you felt like you were about to EXPLODE.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVEEEEYYYYYY!!!!!!!!” You screamed, picking him up and squeezing him to your chest.

His giggles filled the room and you peppered kisses all over his face. You took him to the living room as he clutched the shirt you were wearing. You walked him to the small living room of your quaint apartment, showing him the cake you stayed up all night baking. You laughed as he put his hand on the cake, smearing it all over his face in an attempt to eat it.

You looked at your son and you felt the love spillover as you couldn't help but tear up at the thought that your precious little angel was growing up. You were so, so proud. But the happiness was slightly soured by the fact that you would have to raise him without his father. You thought about Satoru and where he was right now. From what Megumi had told you, he had taken your disappearance har but he couldn’t really tell you more as Satoru and Megumi barely even saw each other seeing as Satoru buries himself in his work now.

You never hated him and never wished anything bad upon him, but you couldn’t help but miss what you shared, yet when you looked down at your cooing baby, you thought about his future and knew you had done what was best for him. You hope so.

Satoru

Gojo sat in the unoccupied nursery with a blue frosted cupcake in his hands and a number 1 lit candle. He had made sure that he was sober throughout the entire day and night prior just for this occasion. He looked down at the empty crib and pictured you and your child celebrating his first birthday, perfectly happy. 

Without him. 

For all he knew you had moved on to someone else and his child had a loving father taking care of him. Hisalready shattered heart only broke more and yet he was so happy and excited and proud that his son was already a year old.Although he wasn't there to witness it, it still filled him with such innocent joy.

“Happy birthday my love,” He whispered, a lone tear cascading down his cheek.”I love you.”

Year 2

Y/N

You were seated at your desk at 11pm, looking down at all the bills that needed payment by the end of the month. Rent, water, electricity, you need to buy food, clothes, new shoes for Kouki, and on top of all of this, he was meant to start school in September which was only a month away and you aren't sure how you were going to make all these payments on time seeing as your job didn’t pay you enough to handle it.

“Mommy?” you heard a soft voice call at the entrance of the office. At your door stood your precious kikufuku dressed in his kitty onesie and blue and white monkey plushie being dragged on the ground behind him as he held it loosely.

“Baby, what are you doing awake?” you cooed as he waddled towards you and raised his arms as a sign for you to carry him. 

You and your son were extremely attached to each other not only because you were his only parent (technically) but because you worked as customer care you were able to work from home, meaning you two were together 24/7 and it showed.

You placed him on your lap and he immediately snuggled as close to you as possible.

“Sweepy,” he murmured, already falling asleep in your arms.

You looked down at him, kissing his forehead as you realized that you might not be able to give him a life that he deserves. 

But you would, If you went back to teaching.

You didn’t want to get yourself involved with what happened right after his birth again but you needed him to have the best life possible. And if that meant you needed to go back, you had no choice. You had to do it for him.

But at what cost?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Hope this is good😭🏃🏿‍♀️

Also, Thank you to EVERYONE forthe support, almost at 100 followersssss!!!!! Much love❤️❤️

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© gojos-fr-bae

[oizysian]

Has Science Gone Too Far? | Elizabeth Olsen

Requested by @selfcestmovies

Summary: Lizzie is introduced to a new piece of technology.

Warnings: Lizzie is a bisexual mess, and a switch, selfcest, cunnilingus, lots of self love, science going too far.

Word count: 2.3k

•

“Lizzie, this is the most experimental tech in the industry right now.” My manager said as he led me to the giant door just inside the studio. “You’re one of the first people to use it.”

He opened the door and we walked in. It was a plain room, like a casting call, with a couch and a desk and a chair, but no windows, and with a very noticeable computer screen on the wall near the door.

“What is this place?”

“This, Lizzie, is the future of acting.” He walked over to the panel on the wall and the room changed right before our eyes to what looked like a sunny beach set. “You can set up a session with anyone in any setting. Pick anyone, alive or dead, and you can see them, feel them, smell them, the works.”

“Seems really weird.” I said shakily, still taken aback by the fact that the room just shifted completely around us.

“You’ll get used to it. You’ll be able to hone your craft with some of the best and brightest of our time and of our grandparents.”

I looked around the room, still apprehensive and not quite liking the idea. It seemed wrong in a way to be able to warp reality in this way. Technology seemed to be going too far for my tastes.

“Look, take your time with it. Check it out for a little while. You might end up liking it.”

He gestured to the computer panel he had previously been using and stepped towards the door.

“I’ll give you a few hours and check up on you again later, okay?”

He opened the door and slid out before I could even speak, shutting it behind him with a solid click.

I sighed, looking around at the sunny room before walking over to the computer and pressing reset. The room went back to being a regular office, couch and desk included.

“This is too weird.” I said to myself, looking at all the options on the screen.

There were options for people, places, and objects and out of curiosity, I chose people and typed my own name in.

Suddenly, there I was, standing in front of myself.

“What the fuck.” I said quietly, watching as the other me turned to look me over, a smirk appearing on her face.

“Well, well,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Look who it is.”

“There’s no way this is happening.”

“Oh, it’s happening. It’s happened with quite a few other people as well.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever wanted to sleep with DiCaprio?”

I shook my head.

“Well, he wanted to sleep with you! The young you, at least. Aged me down a bit first.”

“What the fuck?” Was the only thing I could think of to say.

“Yes, fuck, that’s what they all do.” She smiled. “And you’re no different, I assume?”

I stared at her - me - for a moment before snapping out of my stupor, shaking my head.

“What - no. No!” This was absurd. Surely this wasn’t happening. I was in a coma or hallucinating or something!

“Mhm.” She looked me up and down. “Why did you choose yourself? It had to be out of some weird curiosity, no?”

Why had I chosen myself? Firstly, I didn’t even think the thing would work! Second of all, who else would I have chosen? Marily-

“-lyn Monroe?”

I looked up at her in shock. She was me. She knew what I was thinking. She could probably hear my thoughts, she was probably listening to them right now.

“Listen, I know what you’re thinking,” my eyes got wide. “But I’m not a mind reader. Are you?”

“No?” Was that a trick question.

“Then why would I be?”

She took a step closer to me and I watched her intently. I still couldn’t believe I was standing in front of myself.

“I’m Elizabeth Chase Olsen.”

“No you’re not. I am.” I protested.

“And so am I. Now are we gonna keep circling around the same subject or are we gonna get to why you’re really here?”

I blinked, once, twice, before I realized what she meant.

“I’m not here to fuck you - me.”

“Oh no? You’re gonna tell me you never thought about fucking yourself? What it would be like to have a twin?” She scoffed. “You’re talking to yourself. I know your fantasies. I know what you like.”

She took another step closer to me and reached out to touch me, her fingers barely grazing the skin of my cheek.

“I can feel you. And you can feel me, see?”

She fully cupped my cheek and I shivered, pulling away slightly. She smelt like me, she even felt like me - her skin the exact same as mine. How was this possible?

“It’s just me and you here. Let yourself feel good.”

I looked from her to the door and she smiled.

“Once the simulation starts, it can only be opened from the inside.”

I couldn’t deny the things she was saying. I had always imagined having a twin, jealous of my sisters at times, but I never imagined fucking myself.

Not really.

She tilted her head at me and I realized she was looking for an answer to the unspoken question that sat between us. Nobody would know and it might actually be fun, being with someone who knows exactly what feels good without having to tell them and not having to second guess myself when pleasuring them in return.

A small smile crossed my features before I nodded at her, her own smile widening at my confirmation.

“Now,” she said as she reached for the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head and tossing it aside. “Tell me how badly you want me to touch you.”

Oh, fuck, I was hot. I never got the chance to be dominant, but it was clear that not only did I have the desire to be a dom, but I was good at it.

“I want you to touch me so badly.” I finally admitted, my eyes falling to the garment on the ground before raising them to look into her own, her emerald eyes dark with desire.

I imagined mine looked identical.

She drew her bottom lip into her mouth, biting on it delicately as she ran her hands along my shoulders, her fingers hooking underneath the straps of my bra and sliding them down my arms.

She looked hungry, wanting, and I could only commend her for her patience as she undressed me slowly.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” She whispered softly, her eyes falling from mine to my exposed chest.

Did I?

“I already know the answer,” she smiled, her fingers toying with my hardening nipples. “You don’t have to answer.”

I let out a shaky breath as I watched her play with me, goosebumps forming on my skin at her touch.

“I also know you don’t want me to be gentle with you.” She twisted my left nipple painfully and I let out a whimpering cry, a jolt of pleasure shooting down between my legs.

I panted softly as she led me to the empty desk, pushing me back against it, letting me know she wanted me on top of it. I hopped up onto the sturdy wooden desk and her lips instantly latched onto one of my nipples, her teeth digging into the sensitive flesh.

“Ahh,” I breathed, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her against me. “H-harder.”

She released me with a pop and switched breasts, her tongue swirling around the nipple before she bit down on it.

“Oh, fuck.” I moaned, pulling her between my legs so I could get some friction.

Her hands gripped my thighs and I felt as though I was on fire from her touch alone. She licked and sucked at the hurt she inflicted before trailing kisses up my chest and neck, finding the sensitive spot behind my ear and making sure to give it lots of attention.

I was losing my mind. I had to get out of these pants and I needed to get fucked. Now.

I reached down to undo the button of my jeans, struggling to push them off with her firmly between my legs. With a growl, she grabbed them and tugged, pulling them off with one quick motion. I gasped as I sat in front of myself in only my panties, and knew from the look on her face I wouldn’t be wearing anything at all soon enough.

“Lift up your ass.” She said as she grabbed my panties, pulling them down my legs and bringing them up to her face to smell them. “You always loved the smell of yourself.”

She took the panties and grabbed my face, forcing my mouth open and stuffing them inside. I moaned as the smell and taste of myself filled my senses, making my head get fuzzy with thoughts of eating pussy - and getting my pussy ate.

“That’s right,” she cooed, noting the obvious look of arousal on my face. “You remember how good pussy tastes, don’t you?”

I nodded dumbly and she smiled, pushing me down to lay down on the large desk. She spread my legs and stared down at me, in awe of what she was seeing.

“You have the cutest pussy.” I clenched around nothing and she smiled. “Look at you! So hungry for me.”

I whimpered softly, grabbing at my own breasts as she got down between my legs, lapping up the wetness that was beginning to drip down my thighs. I pinched and twisted my nipples as her tongue went straight for my clit; long, hard strokes she knew would get me going.

She held my legs down and I moaned, my hips rolling to meet her tongue. Being with a woman was amazing, being with myself was divine.

She wrapped her lips around my clit and sucked while she released my left leg and brought her hand down to my pussy so her fingers could enter my aching cunt.

I wrapped my leg around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me. She hummed against me and I bit down on the panties in my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut as the most powerful orgasm of my life rocked through me.

She continued to fuck me through the delicious tremors and I came again before I could even finish processing the first one.

My legs went limp and my hands rested against my breasts, my breathing heavy as she raised herself up, licking her lips like a satisfied cat.

“Remember what pussy tastes like?” She pointed between my legs. “This is better than what you remember.”

I moaned softly, lazily reaching for her. She smiled and leaned over me, removing the panties from my mouth and kissing me ever so gently. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, eager to taste what she had already had the pleasure of tasting.

My senses were filled with the scent and taste of myself, and I honestly couldn’t get enough.

She pulled away from me and I panted softly below her, ready for whatever else she had to throw at me.

She stood in front of the desk and began to undress and I watched as she teased me, slowly revealing her perfect body to me. I gasped softly as her beautifully pale skin came into view and I couldn’t help but sit up and watch as she removed her bra, her breasts bouncing free.

I sat up fully and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her towards me as I began kissing along her shoulder, nibbling at her as I made my way down to her breasts.

She let out a little sound of pleasure as I sucked on her nipple, kneading the other breast with my free hand. She had a body worthy of worship. So, I guess, I did too.

I wanted nothing more than to have every inch of her in my mouth.

I released her breasts, a trail of saliva hanging from my lips to her nipple as I slid myself off the desk, kneeling down in front of her.

She looked surprised, maybe even amused that I was on the ground before her. I brought my face between her legs and inhaled deeply. She was right, I did love the smell of myself.

I spread her legs wider and stuck out my tongue. She took this as an invitation. Leaning against the desk, she lifted her leg to rest on my shoulder and I gasped as I realized this is what I looked like - a beautiful, glistening image of perfection.

She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me against her, grinding herself against my face. I barely even had to do anything and she was moaning, whining, ready for release.

I raised my eyes to look at her; her brows furrowed, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, her breasts heaving. I let my tongue dip inside of her and she mewled softly, her nails scraping against my scalp.

She continued to hump my face as I fucked her with my tongue, occasionally leaving her hole to play with her clit. I held tight to her thighs, steadying us as she writhed in my grasp.

“Oh yeah, use that tongue.” She urged me on as I continued to eagerly lap at her wetness.

I flattened my tongue against her clit and she let her hips grind against me, her orgasm washing over her.

She let go of my hair, petting my head as I kept on sucking and licking at her sensitive skin, attempting to clean her up.

“You’re gonna make me cum again.” She whispered and I hummed in confirmation against her, knowing full well what I was doing.

She let out a high pitched whine as she came against my tongue again, my greedy lips kissing her pussy, taking in all of her juices.

“You’ve made such a mess.” She said softly and I smiled up a her, indeed a mess, covered in her cum.

“You’ve certainly honed your craft today, Miss Olsen.”

[lukesvangelista]

𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐔𝐒? ˡʰ⁴³

in which two lovers grapple with memories of their relationship in two very different ways.

part two to can the killer in me tame the fire in you?

part three here

warnings; end of a relationship, sad luke

As Luke watched you slip through his grasp once again, he sadly turned back into his apartment and slammed the door angrily. He wasn’t angry at you. Instead, he was angry at the fact that he had some random girl in his bed as an attempt to get over you when he knew in his heart that he never was going to get over you.

Luke turned all the kitchen lights on to further illuminate his empty apartment. Ever since you guys had broken up, Luke hadn’t had the heart to redecorate, afraid of losing all the memories of you. He ran a hand through his messy curls as the girl, whose name he didn’t even remember, emerged from his bedroom with only a bedsheet wrapped around her body. It was an unfortunate reminder of the hookup that had happened only an hour beforehand, “Luke?” the girl asked, her hair tousled and her eyes confused, “What’s going on?”

Luke whipped his head towards her, and cringed at the sight of the girl. He looked down at his body and took in the sight of his wrinkled Devils shirt, gray boxers and uneven socks. His hazel eyes, which you always argued had more green than brown in them, narrowed, and he slowly walked towards her, “Get out.”

“What?” the girl asked in exasperation, eyeing the time and then looking back at Luke, “Luke, it’s 2:30 in the morning!”

Luke scoffed and fought the urge to raise his voice, pushing past the girl to enter his room. He collected the girl’s underwear, bra, jeans and top before exiting and shoving the belongings into her arms, “I don’t care. Get out.”

The random girl opened her mouth to argue, but stopped in her tracks when she realized that Luke had disappeared again, re-emerging seconds later with $20 to pay for a ride, “Go put your clothes on in the bathroom. The money will be waiting for you when you get out.” he spoke, watching as the girl shook her head in disbelief before disappearing into his bathroom. He went and sat down on his couch and grasped at his hair in desperation, attempting deep breaths in order to calm down. Luke heard the front door slam as the girl stormed out the door, but he didn’t move. Instead, he stayed right there on the couch, as if he was paralyzed, and just stared blankly at the wall. He didn’t know how he was going to do life without you.

Meanwhile, you had just arrived back to your apartment. It was now 3:00 in the morning and while you were extremely exhausted, you knew that you weren’t going to be able to get any sleep. Instead, you would stay awake, your mind wandering to Luke and what your guys’ relationship could’ve been. As you twisted your keys to unlock the front door, you took in the sight of your messy apartment.

It was just one big reminder of Luke.

Luke’s hoodies were scattered all over your couch and multiple chairs spread across your living room and kitchen area. Although it had been four months since you had broken up with him, you never had the heart to return his things to him. But as you look at everything now, you realized that if there was any chance that you were going to move on from the curly-headed boy you loved so much, then you would have to get rid of all his stuff. Out of sight, out of mind.

Without a second thought, you slowly closed the door behind you and walked slightly forward into the kitchen area, taking off your uncomfortable shoes and placing them off to the side. You sighed as you trudged into your bedroom, sliding off your jeans and swapping them out for a baggy pair of sweatpants. You did the same thing with your top, pulling the white tank top over the top of your head and switching it out for a plain gray and oversized hoodie that your best friend had gifted you for your birthday last year.

Speaking of your best friend, you were relieved that she wasn’t currently home. She had gone out bar hopping last night, and with her luck you knew that she was probably going to end up going home with a random guy she met at one of the bars. When you received a text from her earlier that morning, you knew that you were correct in your assumptions, which guaranteed you an empty apartment to yourself for at least the next five hours, maybe more. With this in mind, you grabbed a cardboard box from your closet and slowly made your way back out into your living area to grab Luke’s hoodies.

You ran a hand through your hair as you placed the box down on your coffee table, taking another look at the scattered hoodies. There were five in the living room total, but you had many more in your closet. Without another thought, you stepped forward to grab the first hoodie — a classic Devils hoodie with “Hughes — 21” on the back of it. Luke had given it to you after he had gotten drafted a couple years back, and it meant a lot to you. Secondly, a Toronto Maple Leafs hoodie gifted to him from William Nylander, which he had gifted to you when you guys first started dating. Third, a University of New Hampshire crewneck sweatshirt he had had since he was little. It had belonged to his mom, but Luke had told you that it was one of his security items growing up, and he wanted to pass that onto you. You teared up a little bit just thinking about how much Luke’s family meant to him, and how much you also once meant to him. Too bad those days were over now.

Managing to keep the tears at bay, you shakily sighed as you finished packing up Luke’s hoodies. Once you had finished with the ones in the living room, you moved onto packing the ones hidden at the back of your closet. After finishing with those, you hesitantly moved onto packing his bottle of cologne he had given you. You couldn’t lie — you had been spraying it on your wrists and clothes for the past couple of months in order to feel safe, in order to feel like you were in Luke’s strong and protective arms again. After about an hour more of stalling in order to avoid packing away the memories of your relationship with the boy you loved — love — forever, you had finally finished. And with that, you placed the overflowing box by your bedside and collapsed on your bed. It was already 5:00 AM, but if you could manage to get an hour of sleep before waking up to return Luke’s stuff to him again, then you’d be okay with that.

An hour and a half later, you woke up from what was arguably the worst sleep of your life. You groaned angrily as your alarm clock blared, and almost broke your hand with the amount of force you put into shutting it off. After fighting the strong urge to just lie in bed and go back to sleep, you slowly hopped out of your bed and stretched your arms over your head. Knowing that you were just going to go back to bed after arriving home, you threw your hair into a messy bun and only brushed your teeth because you didn’t want to overwhelm your Uber driver with your bad breath. You didn’t even bother eating breakfast. You simply grabbed the extremely heavy box of your ex-boyfriend’s things and made your way outside of your apartment building to meet your Uber driver.

The friendly older woman greeted you as you stepped into the car and put the box down next to you. Her hair had almost turned fully gray, but a few streaks of dark brown were still alive, holding on for dear life as if an ocean of age would wash them away any minute. Her eyes were kind and wrinkles of wisdom were present across her freckled face, a face of motherly comfort. You smiled at her as a faint “hello” came out of your mouth. You gave her the address of Luke’s apartment building and soon the car began moving. Some Lumineers’ song was playing faintly through the car radio, and the sweet woman eyed you through the mirror, “I can turn the radio off if you’d prefer, sweetheart. I don’t mind.” she smiled, and you shook your head.

“That’s very generous of you ma’am, thank you. But I don’t mind,” you replied softly, and she smiled as a way to let you know that she heard you. As the Lumineers’ song ended and the next one began, you wished you had told her differently. The color drained from your face as Hozier’s “Like Real People Do” began echoing throughout the car.

You and Luke. This was your guys’ song.

Your lip trembled as the song played, and the memories came rushing back. Slow dancing to this song in his kitchen throughout high school, on Umich’s campus out in the snow at 2:00 AM (Luke had pulled you close and whispered the entire song into your ear), and the first night you had spent in your own apartment in Newark. All the two of you had at that time was some paper plates, plastic silverware, napkins, a carry out pizza and an air mattress, but it was the first time you two were officially on your own together. It was a special moment as Luke held you against his own body and the two of you gave each other sweet kisses as the song played through his phone.

The rolling of the car to a stop pulled you out of your thoughts, and you quickly thanked her before handing her some money and exiting the vehicle. She pulled away and as you stood in front of Luke’s apartment complex, you realized that you couldn’t face him again today. So instead of knocking on his door and handing him the box of his stuff, you took the elevator up to his floor and left the cardboard box outside of his front door. As you left the building, you shot him a text to let him know that his stuff was there before ordering another Uber in order to get back home.

When you arrived home, your roommate was awake on the couch, clearly hungover. You gave her as much of a smile as you could muster and the only response you received was a groan and a, “Could you get me some Advil?”

You nodded, knowing that you had an unopened bottle of it somewhere in your room. When you entered your room, you began to search through the drawers on your nightstand, but you had no luck. After searching your bottom drawer without any luck of finding the Advil, you were about to move on to the drawers in your dresser when a picture frame caught your eye. You pulled the picture frame out of the drawer and brushed it off with your hands, only to see the picture of you and Luke that Ellen had taken on your two year anniversary. You and Luke looked like two lovesick fools, huge grins on both your faces as you looked at each other lovingly. The two of you were both unaware that the photo was being taken until Ellen had sent her son the picture. You noticed it was his lock screen the next day and asked him to send it to you, to which he did. For your three year anniversary, you had gifted Luke a framed copy of that photo, and kept one for yourself as well.

You smiled sadly at the photo as you walked over to sit down on your bed, tears welling in your eye at the sight of how happy the two of you once were together. As you thought back to earlier in the morning however, the misery and yearning you were feeling for your ex-boyfriend came flooding back to you in a harsh wave of anger, “God fucking dammit, Luke!” you screamed, throwing the picture frame onto the ground. Glass shattered around you as the frame hit the floor, and all you could manage to do was watch emotionless as Luke’s love-stricken face stared up at you through the broken glass on top of it.

Little did you know, Luke still kept that same framed photo of you guys on his bedroom dresser. As he stared down at the overflowing box of his stuff that was now in his apartment, he thought back to that photo. He quickly made his way into his bedroom to grab it and just as quickly took the same place on his couch as he did hours earlier when he had kicked the random girl out of his apartment, this time with a box of returned items and a picture of him and his ex-girlfriend in his hand.

Luke simply stared at the smile on your face. Oh, how he missed your beautiful smile. He rubbed his thumb over the picture of your face, almost as if he was hoping he could feel the softness of your skin through the glass. Without a second thought, almost as if he was on autopilot, Luke began humming the tune of “Like Real People Do” under his breath as he gripped the framed picture to his chest and wrapped his arms around it, wondering if there was anything left to do for him and you.

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dodie Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Felix Catton - Felix Catton Imagine [Saltburn]

Title: dodie Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Felix Catton

Pairing: Felix Catton X Reader

Word Count: 2,558 words

Warning(s): self-doubt/self-esteem issues

Summary: Three songs by dodie that would describe a relationship with Felix Catton.

Author's Note: I feel like I could make one of these for almost every character in this film because each one of them has a very specific vibe that fits a different artist.

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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What goes on behind the words? Is there pity for the plain girl? I'll close my mouth, I won't say a word A nod of pity for the plain girl

To say that Saltburn was overwhelming would be the understatement of the century.

I knew that it would be a lot when Felix invited me out. He had told me a few stories. It painted a picture in my mind of a grand castle with endless hallways and countless rooms. If he had told me that they had kept a dragon hidden under the house, I would have believed him.

Being there was entirely different than the stories. I felt like a child being thrown into the deep end of the pool. His family was a glowing example of old money and nothing to do with it. Grand rooms, extravagance following you everywhere you went. It was all very fairytale-like.

It was during the first dinner that I thought about running for it in the middle of the night.

The dinner was treated as a grand event, even though it was seemingly their normal routine.

Felix tried to make me comfortable, truly he did. He helped me find some clothes that would fit in with the rest of them. He tried to pull me into conversations whenever possible. Still, I felt like a sore thumb. A complete fake.

No one was openly rude to me. I just couldn't help but feel like I was getting questioning looks and judgmental glances whenever I spoke or didn't make direct eye contact with someone. Some part of me knew that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. The other part of me was convinced that each and every one of them hated me.

I went out late one night to stand on the balcony. I was trying to enjoy the cold, fresh air but I couldn't help but look out at the estate around me. Was it ever going to feel like it wasn't suffocating me?

"Is that Felix's jacket?"

I jumped at the sound of a voice. I turned around to see Elspeth standing by the door. Even this late at night, she looked almost royal.

Her question registered a few seconds later and I looked down at myself.

"Oh, um, yeah, it is," I said. "I just grabbed the first one that I saw. Sorry."

"It suits you," she replied. "More than it does him."

I grinned slightly at the joke.

"Trouble sleeping?"

"Just a bit," I shrugged. "Needed some fresh air."

"I see," she hummed, walking forward to stand next to me. "Gorgeous, isn't it?"

"Yes," I answered, almost instinctively.

"Are you going to tell me why you're really out here?" she turned to me. She almost seemed comforted by the stunned look on my face. "It's best to learn now that no one can keep secrets from me here. I am incredibly entuned to the feelings of others. Honesty would serve you much better."

I took a deep breath. I didn't know how to explain this feeling. She likely had never dealt with it before.

But she tilted her head at my hesitation and that seemed to make me crack under the pressure.

"I just... I have been a bit overwhelmed," I admitted. "I'm not from this kind of environment. I was lucky when my family could all sit together at the table, never mind being able to dress up together. And it's... It's all lovely but... we both know that I wasn't built for this kind of life. And I'm not very good at pretending like I am."

Elspeth listened in silence.

"And Felix, bless him, has been so sweet," I continued. "But I know that I'll never fit here. No matter how hard I try. I'm just destined to be... incredibly plain."

There was something about her silence and her eyes that made it easy for me to confess all of that. As if she had gotten access to my brain and had started poking around in there to get me to tell her things.

I finally looked away, staring at the yard again.

"Felix doesn't think that," Elspeth finally spoke up.

I looked at her. She was now also looking out at the yard.

"You are likely the most brilliant thing in his mind," she explained. "He called the house after you both first got together. I have never heard him speak about someone the way he spoke about you. I knew then that he was completely in love with you. I would never say that to him, mind you. Boys tend to get so defensive when confronted with their emotions."

I felt my face only turn into a more stunned expression. Felix hadn't said that he loved me yet, so the idea that she knew from one phone call was more than enough for me.

"He adores you," she continued. "He is convinced that you are going to find your place here. And I agree with him. You, my dear, are anything other than plain."

A smile began to stretch across my face. This was easily the most down-to-earth she had ever been with me. And it meant the world to me.

"Thank you, Elspeth," I said quietly.

She smiled back. "I feel like I need a drink before I go back to bed. Care to join me?"

I nodded. "That sounds very nice."

I followed her inside. Maybe it was the darkness in the building, maybe it was just how my mind had settled, but I could have sworn that the walls seemed a little shorter than they were before.

If I'm Being Honest

Could you love this? Will this one be right? Well if I'm being honest, I'm hoping it might Could you love this? Did you plan to fall? Well if I'm being honest, oh I bet it's not that at all

Part of me hated how good Felix was with people.

He was charming and funny and that was dangerous. He could get people to do almost anything he wanted. That included me... quite embarrassingly.

I had only started going out at all because of Felix. He explained it as being a way to combat burnout, but I think it was just because he wanted me to go out.

Felix and I had an interesting friendship. We were pretty close. The only problem was that he had this tendency to say things that could be read as flirty. Logically, I knew that it was just his personality. He was just like that. But that didn't stop me from getting incredibly flustered when he did it.

Sometimes I would try to flirt back, but either I was really bad at it, or he was just immune to getting flustered.

It was another night where Felix had talked me into joining him and his friends. I had been chatting with a few people when I spotted Felix in another corner of the room. He was chatting with someone. He looked very close to them.

Usually, I wouldn't care. But there was something about that night that got under my skin.

"I'll be back in a minute," I told my friend before making a beeline for the other door.

I didn't see that Felix had even noticed me moving. Not until I made it outside.

"Hey, you alright," Felix asked as he followed me out.

I hummed, my brain taking a moment to process the question. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just needed some air. Go back inside."

"What's going on?" he furrowed his eyebrows at me. "You seem... off."

"It's nothing."

"You're a terrible liar, you know that, right? I can always see through you."

I shook my head, looking down.

"(Y/n)...," he murmured, reaching out to touch my arms. "You can talk to me. Please."

I looked back at him. "It's stupid. Please, just go inside. I'll be there in a minute."

He crossed his arms over his chest, planting his feet where he was.

"You are... such a child."

He just shrugged.

"For fuck's sake," I muttered. "Fine! I got... I got jealous."

"Jealous," he repeated.

"I told you that it was stupid!"

"No, no," he shook his head. "Jealous of who?"

"Whoever you were flirting with in the corner earlier," it was my turn to cross my arms like a child.

"I wasn't flirting with anyone," he replied.

"Yes, you were."

"Nope. Didn't happen."

"You probably wouldn't know because it's your natural state of being," I argued.

"What?"

"Yeah," I insisted. "That's why you flirt with me sometimes."

Felix didn't respond. If I hadn't been so focused on defending myself, then I would have seen the way his eyes go wide as he made some kind of realization.

"And that's fine," I continued. "Or I thought it was, but then I saw you tonight and it just... it hit different, okay? It's just because I... I don't know, I got too sentimental about it. It made me nervous and flustered and that was weird for me. And maybe that led to me getting really confused about... this."

Felix started to chuckle and ran his hand over his mouth.

"I... I like you, Felix," I confessed before I could even think to stop it. "I really like you. And I know that you don't feel the same way and that's fine. It was just the flirting and dragging me out with your friends and holding my hand sometimes and- you're laughing. Why are you laughing? Stop laughing!"

"Sorry," he said quietly. "(Y/n)... my flirting with you was very intentional."

"What?"

"Yeah, I'm friendly with people," he explained. "But I was flirting with you. I was very purposefully flirting with you. I... I thought I was being horrendously obvious, but I guess not."

"Why?"

"Why do you think," he asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

He chuckled again before going to cup the sides of my face. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I froze where I was. I suddenly had no idea what to do with my hands or my lips or anything. All I could think to do was close my eyes and enjoy the feeling.

He pulled away and I opened my eyes.

"Get it?"

"I think so," I muttered. "I still feel really stupid."

He chuckled. "Wanna head inside?"

"Not really," I said. "Wanna walk me home?"

The smile on his face got a little wider. "Sounds amazing."

I stepped back and held my hand out for him. "Come on."

He took my hand. This time, it felt a little different.

It was a very good kind of different.

Party Tattoos

And we're not bruised they're just party tattoos And that colourful mess is just colourful regret Black lipstick will never be a sin We'll regret it when we're old with wrinkled up skin

I had been sitting at a table in the library, frantically scribbling in my notebook when someone plopped into the chair next to me. I looked up and saw Felix sitting there with a grin on his face.

"Hello...," I said, suspicious of why he was being so quiet.

"Hi," he replied.

"Can I help you," I asked.

"Well, I was going to offer to help you," he explained. I raised an eyebrow at him, placing my pencil down and folding my arms over my chest. "You should come out to get a drink with me and a few of my friends tonight."

There was a pause before I spoke up, "I'm failing to see how this is you helping me."

"Well, you told me a while back that you were having trouble making friends here. And it'll get you a night away from your studies."

"Why would I want that?"

"Because I've seen how you study," Felix replied. "You're burning yourself out."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to my notes.

Felix's hand landed on my paper, blocking what I had been trying to read. I raised an eyebrow at him. He looked like he immediately regretted his course of action, but he was too stubborn to back down now.

"Come ooon," he begged. "One drink. If you're not having fun, then I'll get you back home to your notes safe and sound. I promise."

I sighed. "Fine."

He threw his hands up in the air, cheering. I frantically shushed him and waved for him to shut up.

I put my hands over my face, feeling like everyone was staring at me. "Oh my-"

He stood up and started walking out. "I'll meet you outside your building tonight at 7! This will be fun, I promise!"

"Shut up," I hissed at him. He laughed and continued his path out of the building.

That night, I found myself walking out of my building while I constantly adjusted my clothing. I don't know why I owned these clothes. They were anything other than my style. I just knew that I was very thankful that I hadn't lost them.

Felix was pacing outside the door when I made it out. He stopped when he heard the door open.

He smiled at me. "You look amazing."

"I look like an idiot."

He shook his head. "Not even close."

I felt my face warm up. He always said things like that. Sickeningly sweet things that made me feel like a fool. My stomach would do flips. It wasn't fair. I never got to do that to him.

"Come on," he held out his hand. I grinned and grabbed his hand.

Felix's friends had secured a table in the corner before we had made it.

I felt a pang of nervousness in my stomach. That was a lot of people. A lot more than I was prepared for.

I almost tripped when Felix pulled me over to the bar instead of the table. I could barely hear him ordering two drinks for us.

I just followed his lead. He handed me a drink and guided me over to the table. He let me slide into the large booth before sitting next to me.

I didn't expect myself to slide into conversation so naturally, but after a matter of minutes, I found myself laughing with this group that I had never really met before.

I felt very peaceful. There was something about being in this group and not feeling judged that made everything just click into place for me. I couldn't think of a time when I felt like this before. It was nice. Really nice.

It was an hour in when Felix poked my side. I turned to him. He leaned over so I could hear him properly, "How are you feeling? Wanna head home?"

I leaned back and shook my head. "I'm alright."

"You sure?"

I nodded, leaning over to talk to him. "These people are really nice."

He grinned. "Maybe you should take my advice more often."

I scoffed, leaning a bit closer to his ear. "Don't get your hopes up, Catton."

"Can't blame a guy for trying."

I leaned back again, looking at the rest of the table. If this was the company that I could expect when I went out for the night, then I could see myself getting used to this kind of thing.

Maybe I could adjust to Felix's world a bit easier than I assumed.

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how they react when you slip out of their arms (part 2!)

Since you all wanted a sequel, here you have it! It was very hard to decide which characters to include, so if you want a part 3 please let me know which characters to put!

character(s): Kaeya, Kazuha, Kaveh

pairing(s): afab!reader x mentioned characters

contents: period comfort, cuddling, fluff, sharing a bed for the first time, established relationship, academic comfort

a/n can't believe I've never written about Kazuha despite him being my favorite character along with Albedo! Please let me know how I did!

As always, enjoy <3

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Kaeya

The Knight's HQ was not the best accommodations wise. The rooms were pretty plain, with just a single bed, a closet and a simple desk.

You and Kaeya were squished on the single bed, your bodies as intertwined as they could get. Except for the fact that Kaeya's body was freezing cold, due to his Cryo vision (a/n yes. I made Kaeya's and Diluc's the opposite. I am literally obsessed with the idea of Visions impacting day to day life so yeah) and your Hydro vision didn't help: your body was a lot more reactive to the cold.

Maybe you should wake him up?

You shook your head. It was the first time you slept together: you didn't wanna look annoying, so you resulted into getting out of bed and taking another blanket out of the closet.

You wrapped your body with it, letting yourself warm up a bit.

Just then, Kaeya turned around, hugging something invisible. His failed attempt to hug you resulted in him waking up.

«Huh? Doll? What the..?» he fully opened his eyes, and suddenly pointed them at you.

«Oh? What are you doing over there?» he got up, the moonlight reflecting on his long hair and bare chest, coating his body with a slight silver hue.

You blushed at the question. It was the first time you two were sleeping together, so you weren't sure how to bring the issue up.

«Doll?» he urged.

«I..I was cold.» you looked down at your feet, avoiding his gaze.

He got out of the bed, putting his shirt on, and knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his.

«And why didn't you tell me? Diluc told me I could have this problem. He said we need to remove our Visions.» you did, setting them on the desk, their glow faintly lighting the room up.

He gently guided you back to the bed, grabbing another blanket in the process. Wrapping both your bodies with it, he hugged you tight: this time around though, you could feel heat radiating from his body and slowly penetrating yours.

«It's..warm.» you commented, inhaling his scent.

He rubbed your arms, as to warm you up, and eventually you could feel yourself doing so, as well as relaxing. As soon as he heard your slow breathing, indicating that you had fallen asleep, Kaeya took a sigh of relief.

«We'll have to talk about this tomorrow.»

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Kazuha

The Crux was sailing smoothly that night. No storms, no rough sea, just placid waters, which made for an unusually quiet night.

Kazuha was sleeping peacefully beside you, his white hair scattered around the pillow, no longer tied up as it was in the day.

You sat up, suddenly aware of the pain in your lower abdomen. Seriously, how could your period have the worst timing ever known in Teyvat?

You winced in pain, rolling on the bed, not facing Kazuha anymore.

You needed some fresh air, so you got up and out the cabin, resting your hands on the railing. While admiring the sea, you could feel the pain getting stronger, causing you to bend in half.

«Love!» Kazuha rushed to your side, helping you get straight again.

«What happened??» he asked you, while helping you back to the cabin.

You groaned. «Period. With the worst possible timing.» you were gonna be sailing for two weeks at least, and having a painful period wasn't helpful at all.

He looked at you with a gentle smile.

«Love. Look at me. It's okay.»

You shook your head.

«I'll just be a burden to the crew and to you. Let alone if we have to fight. Ugh. It's so painful..» tears were stinging your eyes. He softly hugged you, caressing your hair.

«Stop. You're not a burden. Not to me, nor to the crew, never. I'd protect you with my life if the situation required, with no hesitation.»

You bursted crying on his chest, his hands slowly stroking your back, in order to calm your raging heartbeat.

«Shh. It's okay. Cry to your heart's content, my love. You'll feel lighter afterwards. I promise.» his voice always had such a strong calming effect on you, it was able to keep your fears away.

You cried for a little bit, and he held you throughout all of it, not wanting you to feel alone.

«Now let's lay you down.» you did.

«Do you want me to get you something warm to drink, or would you rather I stayed here?» he inquired. You chose the latter option.

«Alright then.» he laid down beside you, spooning you while you curled up in a ball, trying to soothe the ache in your abdomen.

He started humming a song, and the air around you seemed to soothe everything it caressed, with the result of your muscles loosening.

You eventually fell asleep to his low humming, and right before you did, you felt a gentle kiss pressed on your shoulder.

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Kaveh

Your project for the Kshahrewar Darshan was demanding, way too demanding.

On that rare night Kaveh wasn't pulling an all nighter, yet you just couldn't enjoy your evening with him.

Sure, you did enjoy eating out together, and laughed at how badly he couldn't hold his liquor, causing him to babble about how much he loved you to every patron he came across, but your worries were still on your mind.

As you two had gotten home, you had put him to bed, while you continued working on your project. (a/n I'm studying to become an architect so I relate to Kaveh on a spiritual level T^T)

You were immersed in your thoughts when a hand on your shoulder startled you.

«Kaveh! Archons, you scared me to death! How come you're awake?» you were red-handed, so might as well divert the situation.

«Well, I woke up in an empty bed, with the urge to pee. I assume I drank too much and you brought me home. Yet I didn't find you laying beside me, so I got worried.»

He kissed your hair, and peeked over your shoulder.

«What do we have here?» he grabbed one of the drawings, inspecting it under the lamplight.

You tried to snatch it from him, but he was taller than you, and raised the drawing out of your reach.

«You're working. Pulling an all nighter, even. Yet you always reprimand me for doing so.» he wasn't angry, just stating facts.

You blushed from head to toe.

«I know, but this project is really demanding and..»

«And why didn't you ask for help?» now he was angry.

«Because the people at the Darshan already think you do all my assignments, I don't want to give them more reason to think so!» you were angry too now, but not at him.

He sighed.

«I see. But it doesn't matter. As a future architect, you'll learn that letting people's judgement get the best of you is gonna get you in more trouble than it's worth.» he put the drawing back on the desk, turning the lamp off.

Then he took your hand.

«Let's go. Our night isn't over yet.» and brought you back to bed, where he started passionately kissing you.

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- pregnancy, 18+ words and themes overall. Slight angst, brief mention of vomit and sea sickness, attempted r@pe, sexual assault, slight abuse, family death. Description of dying (start)

// A/N: just wanted to apologize for the broken links at the beginning of the book since i changed my username they haven’t been working but i assure you I’ll get to fixing them. I will also end up making a goggle docs with the entire book for downloading when this series ends//

previous chapter here.

CHAPTER 18

The first thing Sandor thought about in the day was you he day dreamt of your safety and the helpless thing inside you that took your body as refuge. He silently prayed that he wouldn’t have to be away from you for any longer. It was also the last thing he thought about before sleeping and dreaming of you. 

But he was more afraid of what his thoughts would be like after his body went quiet. 

Here he layed against the rock bloddied from the fight leg broken unable to move, not that he wanted too. Breanne of fucking Tarth, a women, took him down. He had put up a good and fair fight however but he could feel his life fading before his eyes. The image of you ghosting into his vision you calling his name sweetly as his hand caressed you soft cheek. You smile that warmed his soul. 

Oh he loved to see you smile. He loved to see you happy at his doing. It feels as though you have been together for years on end when it has only taken him 2 months to fall completely under your spell. He knows he won’t survive yet unable to move to end his own hes cursed to lay until he bleeds out or dies from starvation. But at least he will go out knowing he was loved and loved back. 

————

You stand against the side of the boat as you watch the rocky shore pass by slowly. 

“Your highness.” A man speaks to you. You turn around seeing the captain of the ship. 

“We are porting to widows watch in 20 minutes.” He says you nod. 

“I sugesset her highness is tended to by a meister while we take the day to careen. Her ladyship is carrying the further heir is she not?” He asks. 

“Thank you captain i shall take your kindness to the next meisters hut.” You say giving him a smile. He nods giving you a smile back before heading to his previous post. 

Over the course of 20 days or so on and off sea you and joss have become much more that a squire and royal you’ve become friends best friends. you will laugh and dance and tell stories, you’ve told him about your childhood and hes told you about his granted his wasn’t that long ago. 

You’ve celebrated each other birthdays and you now no longer allow him to talk to you anything but plain. 

“My lady.” Joss says walking up to you leaning against the side of the ship you smile at him nudging him with your arm. He chuckles. 

”youre looking more and more like a grown man with that stubble your growing.” You giggle at him. He nods feeling the stubble growing on his face. 

“Yeah. Ill have to find a barber when we dock.” He says. 

“I didn’t say i dosnt suit you.. however the prince Marco fraud over there hasn’t kept a meal down since we got on this boat. That says a lot. Im the pregnant one.” You say joss laughs as you both look over to Marco who wipes his forehead with a cloth. 

“D-do you still think of him?” Joss asks. 

“Of course I do. Everyday i pray for his safety and health just as i do yours. I want him to meet his child preferably in this life and not the next.” You say about Sandor. 

“Would you ever take another man?” Joss asks turning around facing backwards. 

“No..why?” You ask. 

“Even if he died?” He asks again. 

“I dont think, despite out beginning, i could ever take someone else i love him too much and i love what he gave me…why do you ask?” You wonder turning to him your eyes fix on his gaze as he looks across the boat deck to Lucy who hands the prince a glass of water. 

“There’s no point in wanting something if you don’t try for it.” You say to him. He looks back to you a blush forming on his cheeks as he realizes that you know who he was talking about. 

“I-I’ll grab you coat my lady.” He says before hurrying to your quarters below deck. Footsteps make your way to you once more you sigh as you see Marco coming to you. 

“It seems that the uh. The weather for this trip has treated us well?” He smiles. 

“We’ve stayed as close to shore as we can theres been no open water without seeing land through a scoop and were guarded by two man o’ war ships when my parents sent me off to kingslanding we went the long way comanded 4 storms three men died and our sips main mask was missing by the time i arrived and still. I had to endure of that wearing a corset and looking pretty. Meanwhile your vomiting up every fucking meal you consume on the charter of a little turbulence.” You say to him. 

“And yet you still have the energy to mock me.” He snaps back. 

“Yes. Consider it being hormonal.” You bite right back to him and turn to walk off. 

“Why do you fester against me!?” He asks leaving you to stop you back facing him. 

“We’ve been not but 2 feet from each other for 23 days and you prefer to fight on my name instead of getting to know it.” He says. You scoffs and turn back to face him. Joss comes back to you your cloak in hand.

“I dont need to know your name becuase i will not be taking it, as little as you may know, i belong to another. I wont belong to anyone else but him. As a care taken prince I wouldn’t expect you to understand after all your used to feeding off a silver platter and suckling from a gold breast.” You say as joss helps you put on the cover before you both walk to the end of the boat where you’re meant to get off to port for the day. 

————

The day is spent visiting a midwife not allowing a maester to touch you, having a meal with Lucy and joss at the inn you’re staying at and exploring a little before you became to tired and went back to the room. You were unfortunately told that the careening of the underbelly of the boat would take until the night so you should leave in the morning. 

Un happy about the news you reluctantly placed yourself in your room. 

You sit in the bras bath tub alone. You pick at your nails as you lean over the side your raised belly proving it to be a bit of a challenge. Your fingers move up to your hand glazing over the ring that is placed on your ringer. The jewels within it shine against the fireplace light. 

”im sorry i still haven’t made a name for you little one.” You say speaking to the babe within you. 

“But perhaps if your a boy then i will name you after you father? Hmm, and if your a girl I shall name you something beautiful like a flower or the stars. I was going to let your father name you but I'm afraid that wont be the case and id prefer you not go unnamed.” You sigh resting your head on your arm. you open your mouth to speak once again but you hear slight bickering out side your door before it opens. 

“You cannot enter my lord she is bathing!” Joss yells out at prince marco who stumbles into the room clearly drunk you cover your self sinking into the tub further. 

“Get out!” You yell at him. Joss grabs Marco to pull him away but he turns around and lands a hefty punch onto joss’s face causing him to fall to the ground before Marco kicks him. 

“YOU DARE PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME BOY!?” The prince yells before pushing joss out of the room and closing the door behind him bolting the door. Marco turns to you. 

“Get out. How dare you enter my room like this.” You bark out at him. 

“Get up.” He says you ignore his request sinking deeper into the tub. 

“You mock me, taunt me, refuse to conform to your duties as a princes!” He grumbles as he stomps twords you grabbing your hair pulling you. you welp in pain as he pulls you out of the tub. 

“AH! LET GO OW!” You scream out in pain as you drags you. You slip on the seat floor loosing your footing. He pushes you to the floor fighting above you. 

“No- NO STOP!” You scream tears welling up in your face as you fight under him. 

“You will know your fucking place!!” He grunts as he hits you across your face. 

“Ah!” You cry out in pain tear balling from your eyes and you continue to fight him stretching his face. He bails his hand into a first and punches you across your face twice. The taste of metal hits your tounge as your lip is split under the impact. You hear faint pounding behind the wooden door of the room as joss calls your name. The sound of a belt buckle clinking. You stop your fight as he holds you down. Before the imminent pain you could experience hes shoved off you two guards and joss pounce on him as he hollers out a multicellular of curse words before being dragged out of the room.

“Your highness?!.” You hear as Lucy and two others run to you wrapping a sheet around your naked body as they help you sit up. Lucy pulls you into her arms as you sob the pulsing pain in your face far from the pain in your heart. The fear flooded illness that could’ve resulted much worse.

”h-help me d-dress.” You say getting up weakly as she helps you. 

“Are you alright did he-“ 

“No. i want to leave now. Help me dress!” You speak. She and others nod. 

“Joss.” You say before he walks out after the guards. he looks to you holding his side from the rough kick Marco gave, his face bloddied. 

“Th-thank you. We will be t-taking a guarding ship the rest of way.” You say he nods to you before walking out closing the door after himself so your ladies can help you dress. You pull off the sheet holding your stomach before they slip on your undergarments and then and easy dress and shoes. They take the small bag you had packed for the night before you all hurry out. To the shipping dock. 

You board the guarding ship with the others, a few guards and joss, despite his condition help board over your items from the main ship before taking off back to the sea

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↳ Index [Snippet #36 - Cocoa]

“When you lick warm cocoa off of Jungkook’s body.”

Genre: Smut, domestic Fluff, married life!AU

Warnings: sweet cuddles, walking down sweet memory lane, sub!Kook, soft Dom!Reader, Good Boy!Kook, Mistress as title, sex on the sofa, nipple play, nipple sucking, food play in the form of warm cocoa, she licks it off his body, edging, oral (f.receiving), temperature play, he warms up his mouth with the cocoa & then goes down on her, pussy fingering, choking (m.receiving), ownership kink, dirty talk, some foot action where she basically traces his cock with her foot for like two seconds, subby boy tears, he is such a whiney cutie, she rides him in Lotus Position, this is lovemaking, creampies but they are clean & on birth control, snuggly aftercare

Wordcount: 7.9k

a/n: someone sent in this prompt for Kinktober and as promised, I am here to deliver. I honestly fucking love writing for them, always will. They are my comfort couple and I want them to be happy always 🧡

You had a dream ever since you were fifteen and watched a documentary about polar lights. That dream involved you, a wooden cabin somewhere in Scandinavia, lots of snow and the polar lights. You forgot about that dream for a few years as life got busy and other dreams became more important. There was one person however, who never forgot about this dream. Your best friend for life. Jimin. And if there is one thing one needs to know about Jimin, it is that he doesn’t forget dreams and that he will surprise one with a present related to that dream even almost twenty years later after you first voiced it. 

And he did. Park Jimin, your brilliant and amazing and wonderful best friend, surprised you with tickets to Rovaniemi and with reservations for a cabin somewhere in deepest Lapland. It was his birthday present to you and you hugged him in tears for a solid three minutes. This was your dream since childhood, so you told him and then hugged him even tighter. And then you asked him how he even managed to plan all that to which Jungkook confessed that he helped and that "our schedules are both free around that time. I cleaned them up". You then proceeded to hug both of them and threatened them to promise you that they will never ever stop being so amazing. They both chuckled and promised that they would.

And then the time came for your trip. You and Jungkook took Bam with you, even if he was terribly nervous on the plane. Jungkook tried to calm him down with pets while you napped with your head on Jungkook's shoulder because of exhaustion (you couldn’t sleep all night from excitement and it finally caught up with you on the plane). Jimin and Yoongi also came with you, taking Holly - their dog - with them. The three of them were sleeping for most of the flight. Jimin also asked the others if they wanted to come with you, but they were all busy or already had other winter holiday plans. Taehyung and Hoseok escaped the fresh temperatures of your hometown by visiting Australia for a few weeks. While Namjoon wanted to stay back to work on his newest book and Seokjin was currently freshly in love. The two lovebirds planned to go fishing for a few days. She makes him really happy.

So it was just the four of you, which was just perfect and amazing and you were so, so happy. 

Jimin and Jungkook booked two small cabins next to each other with plains of snow surrounding them and dark conifer trees in the background. A small road lead to them. The park ranger of this cabin resort drove you to them in his perfectly equipped jeep while on the radio, Finnish rap was playing. Yoongi called it "amazing music with great flow" and then proceeded to chat about the artist with the ranger for the eternity of the drive. 

You sat around the open fire that night, chatting about your lives together whilst eating the best roasted food ever, courtesy of grill master Yoongi. Bam and Holly already slept that night and woke up first the next morning. 

For the next few days you didn’t do much except for walking, talking, eating and sightseeing. Except for that one day where Jimin booked a reindeer sleigh ride with picnic and ice skating on a lake. That day was amazing. Or the other day you went into the nearest town to get drunk on mulled wine only to leave again after two hours because Yoongi’s social battery ran out and you didn’t want to drag him along any longer. He told you that he could go home alone, but you proceeded to insist that you guys would stick together no matter what. Yoongi smiled and blushed because of it.

You haven’t seen the Northern Lights as of yet, however. The locals here told you that stuff like that can happen and sometimes tourists are just unlucky. You really, really hope that you weren’t one of those tourists. 

Jimin and Yoongi were in their cabin tonight. They wanted to be alone and you respected that. Bam was already sleeping. The poor boy is utterly confused by the constant darkness and has been sleeping for most of his time here. Except for his snow walks including major zoomies of course. He really loved those. Holly not so much. He prefers to stay inside for most of the time, napping by the heater or atop Yoongi’s discarded sweater. 

You were in your thickest sweater as well, bundled up in fluffy socks and thick flannel pants. You had some milk bubbling on the stove and ingredients for the yummiest hot cocoa waiting for you.

The door to outside slides open, the freezing cold enters the little cabin instantly. In steps Jungkook, wrapped up in thick outside clothes and with a few logs of wood under his arms. 

"Done?" you ask him.

"Yeah, just gotta carry them inside. It’s so freaking cold, my nose is falling off", he tells you, placing the logs in their designated basket. 

"Should I help?" 

"No, I’m good. I only have four more", he assures you and stomps back outside. His steps are heavy because of his boots and the distinct sound of snow clothing rubbing together accompanies them. The door stays open as Jungkook placed the logs in a heap in front of it before opening it so getting them inside would be easier. 

Once done, he closes the door again. He locks it and turns to you with a cute grin on his face. You can barely see it from all the clothing covering him, but you still know what he wants. He is waiting for you to praise him, you know him that well.

"You did amazing, sweetheart. You’re honestly so cool for knowing how to chop wood", you say, watching in delight how Jungkook wiggles happily.

"Yeah sure, no biggie. That’s what your hubby's for", dismisses you nonchalantly and then hurries away to change into his inside clothes. He does so with a giddy jump in his steps.

You chuckle. He is so cute.

Jungkook returns after a few minutes. He is wearing matching bottoms and socks, but wears a different jumper than you. Light brown and just tight enough that his arms look big and sculpted. He goes to you first, wrapping his arms around you from behind and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he inhales deeply. 

He has his eyes closed, enjoying your presence to its fullest.

"You smell like fresh air", you tell him. You enjoy his presence too. Jungkook gives the best backhugs.

"Mhm", he hums, letting his breath tickle your neck as he finally exhales. Then he presses an adoring kiss to it, breaking away afterwards to walk to the fireplace. He begins stacking the new pieces of wood, doing so on his knees. The fire is crackling just enough that it wraps up the logs after a few seconds. He blows into the flames a few times before deciding with a nod that it was finished.

"The cabin should be warmed up soon", he says, standing up and closing the door of the oven. Then he turns, "are you still cold?"

"Yeah a little. But I’ll be better soon", you say, lifting the mugs of cocoa, "the cocoa is finished." 

"Ooh, I’m so excited", he says, meeting you halfway to take his cup, "wow, you made them look so pretty. Thank you so much", he gushes.

"I hope it’s yummy.  I think I put too much cinnamon", you say as you and him get comfortable on the small yet cozy couch. 

Jungkook places the woolen blanket over your bodies and you snuggle into him between his legs. Your head you rest on his chest while Jungkook places his arm over your tummy protectively. He runs his fingers up and down your stomach mindlessly, sending relaxing tingles over your skin.

"There is no such thing as too much cinnamon. I bet it's amazing", he says.

"Careful it’s-"

"Ah! Ouchies! My tongue", Jungkook gasps and whines, sticking out his freshly burned tongue.

"-hot", you finish your sentence, "Googie, it’s fresh from the stove, course it’s hot. Are you okay?"

"No?" he pouts, "I burned my tongue. Look", he whines, sticking out his tongue. It is a deep pink from getting burned. You crane your neck and move in, placing a kiss atop his tongue even if that makes him move away and chuckle.

"What was that for?"

"I kissed the pain away. Duh?"

He snorts, giving you a look.

"Thanks, I guess", he snickers, taking a sip of cocoa afterwards.

"Always happy to help", you joke, relaxing back into him. You finally take a sip as well, humming contently, "that’s so yummy. You were right, the cinnamon's just right."

"I think so too. It’s really good. You make the best hot choco", he says.

"Thank you", you say and close your eyes, "this is the best, seriously." 

"Yeah", he agrees and relaxes with a content sigh. 

You share silence with each other. It feels nice to share silence with him. It feels natural and safe. 

"You know what this holiday reminds me of?" Jungkook asks.

"Up north?" 

"Yeah exactly. How did you know?"

"Because I feel the same. Everything kinda makes me think of our cottage you know? Even the architecture's the same." 

"Yeah and the snow. Although I feel like the snow here is even more snowy. You know?"

"Yeah", you chuckle, "I agree. Although we had awesome winters too. Remember the Christmas party we had?" 

"Yeah I do. That’s one of my happiest memories." 

"Yeah?" you ask him, looking up at him.

"Mhm yeah. I had so much fun." 

"Me too." 

You and him exchange a kiss because the moment felt right to do so. Afterwards you relax into his chest while Jungkook goes for another sip of chocolate. There is a moment of silence and then Jungkook announces that he wanted to say something by letting out a quick "hm". You focus on his voice, but stay relaxed otherwise.

"Question time. What are your top three memories?" he asks.

"My top three memories? Like in general or with you?" 

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, "can be both. But our wedding and engagement doesn’t count."

"Why?" you grin.

"Because they’re obviously both on first place." 

He makes you chuckle fondly.

"Yeah that’s true. Fine, okay let me think." 

"Okay, I’ll think of mine too." 

The fire crackles. The wind picks up outside. Jungkook chews on a marshmallow. You sip on your cocoa. It is really hard to decide on a memory. You could fill entire libraries with all the memories you made with him over the past decade. Difficult ones, happy ones, funny and romantic, hot and sexy, comforting and all oh so precious. Choosing only three feels impossible to do.

"Oh yeah", Jungkook breaks the comfortable silence, "and when we got Bam doesn’t count either."

"Fine god", you groan, "that would have been my first one." 

"Yeah same, but let's just say that wedding, engagement and Bam are invincible."

"Okay, okay." 

"Do you have yours already?" he asks.

"Gimme a moment, there's too many."

"I have one already."

"Tell me." 

"That one time I was at a tattoo convention ten hours away from you and you drove all the way there because I told you that morning that I was sad", he says. 

"And then I surprised you with pizza and cuddles", you say and smile, "I remember. We weren’t even engaged back then." 

"That’s the night I knew I gotta ask you." 

"Really?" 

Jungkook nods his head, "I always knew you’d be my wife one day, but that was the night I knew knew."

"I didn’t know that. Gosh Kookie", you say and pout, "I'm gonna cry. I love you so much." 

"I love you too", Jungkook grins cutely, "your turn."

"My turn", you say, cuddling into him. You run your fingers up and down his arm. It is covered in the most beautiful tattoo sleeve these days, but you remember the days when it was still empty. Jungkook always talked to you about how he will get it inked up one day and that he hopes you'll be there to witness it. You still lived in motel rooms back then, Taehyung was still an addict and you were still struggling in keeping your little gang together. So much has changed for the better since then. 

"That night we danced in the restaurant. Two failed attempts at purchasing a place and then it's the one right next to your studio", you laugh in sweet memory, "we were busy renovating the ugly counter and there were still no tables in there and it was already dark outside."

"And we listened to music and then I asked you for a dance and we used the entire room for it", Jungkook smiles, burying his nose in your hair, "I remember that night. I thought you looked so beautiful."

"Beautiful? I didn't wash my hair in ten days and was sweaty as fuck."

"Didn't matter. You smiled and that’s all that mattered." 

You crane your neck to look at him. His warm eyes race between yours.

"You're so fucking adorable sometimes", you whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek, "tell me another memory." 

"When I taught you how to drive a bike", he says and smiles, "I remember you screaming about it being so scary but then not wanting to stop."

"I almost crashed my clumsy ass though", you say, making Jungkook snicker.

"Yeah but you didn’t and then we drove to that hill and screamed. Remember?"

"I do", you smile, "I felt so fucking free that day. I never screamed with someone before."

"Yeah me neither. It was a religious experience", he says, making you chuckle. 

"Yeah really?" 

"Yeah", Jungkook says in a snicker. 

"Now that I'm thinking about it. Wasn’t this also the night we had raw sex for the first time?" you ask him.

"It was. You felt so fucking good", Jungkook says, "for me at least." 

You turn in his arms, getting on your knees between his legs and placing your hand on his chest. Jungkook touches your hip, massaging it slowly. 

"It felt amazing for me too. Maybe it’s weird but I can still remember how it felt like to have you inside me for the first time. It’s weird cause we've done it a million times since then, but that first time is still so vivid in my mind." 

"I get you. I remember it too. You were so warm and so wet. I seriously wasn’t ready for how wet you were. I knew I never wanted to go back to condoms again", he says, sending heat to your cheeks.

"You were the first I ever did that with", you confess even if he already knows.

"I know. You were my first too", Jungkook whispers, eyes flitting to your lips. 

Yours do the same. Your heart flutters. Your stomach tingles. 

You know that feeling. That electric tension between you and him, tugging you closer and closer. It has been there since day one and has been growing ever since. 

You give in to the tug. Fingers fall to the back of his neck. Eyes flutter closed.

Jungkook cups your cheek instantly, sighing into the kiss with closed eyes and a racing heart.

The tension becomes unbearable, you tug each other closer to soothe some of it. It doesn’t help, only heightening your senses to each other. Oh, sometimes you wish that you could drown in him. He is so goddamn addicting.

The kiss breaks as air becomes sparse, but you stay close, rubbing your nose against his' softly. 

"Fuck baby", he whispers, lips tingling from the kiss.

"Do you have another memory?" you ask him quietly, playing with his soft hair. It’s gotten so long again. You witnessed so many of his hairstyles, as he did yours and each time you thought that it was the best one he ever had. And you were right each and every time because Jungkook is the most handsome in every hairstyle. He thinks the same about you.

"I forgot everything", he whispers, chasing your lips with a tilt of his head, "kiss me again, please."

"The cocoa."

"Put them on the table." 

You do. The table's not far away. You can reach it from your position. Jungkook holds your hips as support. He runs his hands up your sides once you return, stopping at your neck to pull you close. 

Your lips meet, your fingers tighten on the other, moans leave the both of you. It feels so good to kiss. Talking about your past always leaves you feeling so goddamn much for him. Tonight is no different. Warm and cozy with snowfall outside and a fire burning inside, you feel even more for him. 

"I'm so attracted to you", you whisper between kisses, making him chuckle softly.

"Me too baby, you drive me crazy", he breathes, "kiss me again, please."

"Kookie", you sigh, falling back into the kiss. 

Fingers tangle in his soft hair. His do the same. Your chests touch as you press yourself against him, Jungkook groans in reaction.

"Can't you take your shirt off? Please?" he asks.

"Already?" you chuckle, "this wins quickest time you got horny." 

"Hey", he pouts at you, "I'm not horny, I just wanna have your titties against mine." 

"And that’s not horny?" 

"Not yet at least."

You snort and chuckle. 

"Fine doofus, I’m taking my shirt off if you’re doing it too." 

"Already on it", he says, soon disappearing in the sweater as he takes it off. 

You use the moment to take off your own, throwing it on the floor in sync with Jungkook. 

Your eyes run over his body. His' do the same. 

"You're so fucking beautiful", Jungkook says, shimmying on the couch needily, "your body's fucking perfect, seriously." 

"Yours too. I seriously can’t get enough of it, baby", you say, seeking his closeness by scooting closer again. 

"Ah. My cock, careful", he squeaks, having the honor of getting your knee to press against it harshly on your desperate attempt of kissing him again.

"Sorry, you okay?" you mumble, lips trailing kisses to his neck as apology, "sorry booboo. So sorry." 

Jungkook tilts his head back, eyes closed and lips parting in a moan.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah…really okay", he sighs, "that’s amazing…" 

You moan softly, sucking a hickey to his neck. 

"Baby you're gon' make me horny if you do that", he whispers.

You snicker, lifting your head. 

Jungkook peels one eye open, meeting your amused look.

"What?" he whines, opening both eyes and lifting his head, "I'm just saying, my neck's sensitive. And you're sexy, I can’t help it."

"You're so adorable", you chuckle and then reach for one of the cocoa mugs. 

Jungkook watches you with curious eyes. You take a sip first, nodding your head in agreement. 

"Why are you drinking choco right now?" he asks. 

"I have an idea."

"Okay?" 

You put your finger into the cocoa. It isn’t hot anymore, just very warm. It feels comfortable around your finger.

"What are you doing?" he asks, watching you stir your finger in the cocoa. 

"I wanna try something. Relax, it'll feel good", you say, meeting his gaze, "do you trust me, Kookie?"

"Yeah, I trust you", he says, eyes following your finger.

You pull it out and guide it to his nipple. Jungkook gasps with the first contact, back arching into your touch and eyelids fluttering.

"That's so warm", he rasps, fingers squeezing the cushion once. 

"Yeah? Do you like it?" you ask him, rolling your finger over his nipple slowly.

"Yeah, a lot."

You pull back, eyes racing over his chocolate covered nipple. There is a droplet of cocoa covering the silver ball of his piercing. You place your hand on his chest and lower yourself, tongue darting out to lick it off.

"Darling", Jungkook gasps, chest lifting in a deep breath, "oh god", he exhales, chest sinking again and hips squirming on the cushion.

He tastes so good. Like chocolate and slightly like metal and most of all like Jungkook. You suck his nipple between your lips, flicking your tongue over it quickly.

Jungkook laughs breathily, right hand coming to rest on the back of your head and thighs trying to squeeze together. He fails, obviously, and ends up squeezing you with them. That doesn’t stop him from continuing. He keeps rubbing his thighs against your body as his nipple tingles in pleasure. 

You release him with a slurp, lifting your head even if that makes his hand slip to the back of your neck. You lick your lips for his viewing pleasure, giving him a flirty smirk afterwards.

"And?" you ask him, "how's that for an idea?" 

"A million outta ten, please don’t stop", he says, chasing you with an arch of his back.

"That's my boy. I love this, darling", you say, dunking your finger back into the warm cocoa. You wiggle it a few times to really coat it, then pull it out. You connect it with the same nipple again, rubbing slow circles on it and listening to Jungkook’s blissed sigh.

You plan on getting this nipple sensitive to the point of Jungkook wanting to orgasm and only then you plan on moving on to the other side. Knowing Jungkook and his incredibly sensitive nipples, it sadly won’t take long, but you don’t mind. You just have to drag out the play. You’re good at that shit. 

You flick your tongue over his chocolaty nipple, holding him right under his armpit. Jungkook moans oh so sweetly, heavy eyes glued to your face and tummy tensing in pleasure. 

"So yummy", you whisper, lifting yourself again for another round of cocoa. You know that Jungkook expected you to suck his nipple like you did before, but you like to keep him on edge. Dragging out the play, remember? Your sweet man will learn soon enough what he'll get from being such a dream.

Jungkook gasps loudly with the third round of hot chocolate, hand slipping from your neck to hold your waist instead. 

"Baby, it feels so good", he squeaks out, making you lift your gaze to meet his droopy eyes.

He looks so fucked. Eyelids barely open, cheeks flushed and lips parted in quick pants. 

"Yeah? It’s nice that it’s a little hot, isn’t it?" you ask him, taking his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger to roll it slowly.

"Yeah", he squeaks, chasing you desperately, "oh god, baby."

"Mhm, such a good boy", you praise, lowering your mouth to his swollen nipple. You keep it pinched between your fingers, flicking your tongue over the very tip of it.

Jungkook tilts his head back and moans, thighs squeezing you oh so desperately and fingers digging into your softness. 

"Good boy, you’re so sensitive", you coo, giving his nipple a little kiss before lifting yourself again.  

Jungkook is desperate, looking at you with a pout. One you ignore to cover your finger again and then rub his nipple with it. You manage to accidentally put too much, resulting in the hot chocolate to run down his pec. It stops around three inches below his nipple in a small, round droplet. 

"Oops, put too much", you say in a chuckle.

"Hah", Jungkook retorts the laugh, sounding completely and utterly out of breath doing it. He most definitely did not hear what you just told him. He only laughed because you did. This man is not thinking anything, except that his nipple feels sensitive. 

You connect your tongue with the droplet, dragging it up his strong pec to clean off everything. Once you reach his nipple, you slow down, pressing the flat of your tongue against it to grind. It moves his piercing under your tongue, makes his nipple swell and causes Jungkook to moan squeakily. 

To make matters even more difficult for him, you decide that it was finally time for you to take him back between your lips. You suck on his nipple, basking in the whole body squirm it forces out of him.

"I wanna cum", he croaks, arching his back repeatedly while his thighs almost crush you from pressing together desperately.

You purr, sending vibrations through his nipple. 

"Please", Jungkook begs, head hitting the armrest of the couch and hips bucking up against your tummy. His cock is rock hard.

"Mhhm", you moan and slip off, placing your hand right under his nipple and watching in delight as Jungkook squirms in desperation. 

"You're so cute", you laugh, making him whine oh so desperately.

"Why did you do that?" he whimpers, hand coming to touch his own nipple, "oh god I wanna- ah!" 

You just slapped his hand away. Hard and demanding. Jungkook peels his eyes open, gawking at you with parted lips.

"No touching. That’s my job", you order with furrowed brows, "understood?" 

"Y-yes ma'am", Jungkook stutters, nodding his head vigorously.

"Good boy", you say, giving him a smile, "you're so adorable."

You put your finger back into the cocoa, coating it thoroughly before connecting it with his other nipple. It is finally time. 

Jungkook moans and closes his eyes again, head falling back against the armrest and hands coming to hold your waist. 

"That's nice isn’t it?" you coo, wrapping your lips around him afterwards to suck off the cocoa.

"Don't stop", he sighs as an answer, feeling a constant stream of warm pleasure run through his body. If you were to touch his cock right now, he would orgasm instantly. He feels so fucking charged. His nipples are so goddamn sensitive. The cocoa is so warm, your touch so skilled, your mouth so wet. Jungkook swears that he will actually pass out from how good it feels.

You lift your mouth again, blowing on his wet nipple. Goosebumps cover his skin instantly, a shiver runs down his spine. He arches his back, squeezing your hips between his thighs. The air feels so cold. 

"Pretty. You look so pretty", you praise, sparkly eyes glued to his hard nipple. It’s so fascinating just how reactive it is to whatever you do to it. 

You connect your newly covered finger with it, forcing a shaky sigh and a little whimper out of him. He pulls his brows into a deep frown, pouts to the point where his lower lip trembles, then parts them in another whimper. 

"That feels so good, doesn’t it?" you taunt in a lowered voice. 

"Yeah", he keens, nodding his head vigorously. 

"Of course it does", you whisper, lifting your finger again. You place your hand right under his armpit again and lower your head. With puckered lips, you blow again, basking in the desperate squirm he does because of it. 

Jungkook feels charged. He has always been a sucker for different temperatures. Ice cubes on his tummy, hot wax on his skin, warm lips around his cock, cold water between your heated bodies. He's always fucking loved how temperatures make him feel. But to have warm cocoa followed by cold air on his nipples almost makes him want to cry. 

"This is so much", he groans, throwing his head back to the point where you can watch his throat move as he moans. 

"Yeah? Just say the word and I'll stop", you say.

"Don't stop", he begs in a squeaky keen, "pwease bwaby." 

You snicker, "I see baby voice is the right option here", you say, rewarding his cute butt by covering him in a new layer of warm cocoa. 

"Oh god, seriously", he moans, arching his back, "it's so fucking good." 

You flick your finger then lower yourself. His nipple is so swollen between your lips, feeling oh so hot against your tongue. You moan deliciously, sucking on it while your tongue dances around his piercing. 

"Can I cum?" Jungkook begs, "pwease just a liddol?" 

You snort, lifting your head again. 

"First of all, baby talk is not gonna work on me and second of all, how are you planning on cumming just a little?" 

"Just like once, like pew", he thrusts his hips once, "like a gunshot." 

You laugh, "no?" you say.

"Please?" he pouts. 

"No." 

You wipe off his cute pout instantly by connecting your fingers with his other nipple for a change. Still charged from before, your touch sends the hottest pleasure through his body. 

Jungkook closes his eyes and tilts his head back, moaning unapologetically. 

"You're seriously so adorable, Kookie", you say, covering him in new cocoa, "even if you talk complete shit sometimes." 

"Hey, I'm not- ah", Jungkook forgets what he wanted to say, shivering deeply as you flick your tongue against his nipple to clean off the cocoa.

"What's wrong?" you taunt. 

"Seriously please", he whines, "why are you stopping again?" 

You rub his other nipple, watching how he tenses his tummy and chases you with a thrust. His cock is so hard, stretching the fabric of his sweats to its limits. You lower the mug to the very tip of his clothed cock. The temperature is low enough that it won’t burn him, but still high enough that he will feel the change in temperature. 

"Mistress", the pet name slips from his lips in a squeaky keen, followed by a shaky moan. 

You draw circles on his tip with the bottom of the mug, rolling his nipple between your fingers as you do. 

"Your cock’s so hard, Kookie", you coo. 

"Gonna cum", he confesses in a barely there whisper, "please Mistress."

"Too bad", you rasp, lifting with your hand and the mug, "I wanted to play longer."

"Oh my god, can I please cum?" he whines loudly, looking at you with glassy eyes, "why are you edging me? I didn't do anything." 

"Yeah you did." 

"What? No I didn’t."

"First of all, manners. Brat. And second of all, you are the cutest man in existence, that’s enough." 

"Please baby", he laughs desperately, "just wanna cum, please."

"Not yet. Get naked first."

Jungkook follows instantly. He scurries off the couch to take off his sweats and briefs. You do the same when he isn’t looking. Jungkook turns, eyes widening upon seeing your naked body. 

"Holy fuck", he whispers, cock twitching from the view. 

"Do you like it?" you ask him, sitting back down. 

Jungkook falls to his knees before you, pressing himself against your shins while his hands come to hold your hips. 

"I'm your slut. Seriously", he croaks, hard cock rubbing against your skin and eyes watering in desperation.

You giggle, "you're so cute", you gush, "why are you so cute, Googie?" 

"Why are you so perfect?" he throws back, burying his face between your thighs. He groans, moving his head left and right as he nuzzles you deeply, "baby you are so perfect. Why?" he whines into you, making you giggle happily.

"Cute", you say, reaching down to ruffle his hair. 

Jungkook lifts his head, gazing at you in complete and utter awe. 

"Can I eat your pussy?" he begs. 

"Ask me properly and you can", you say.

"Can I please eat you out, Mistress?" 

"There we go. Yes, you can", you say, propping your feet up on the couch.  

"Fuck", Jungkook hisses, eyes running over your exposed pussy, "you're so beautiful. Holy shit."

"Can you see how wet you make me? Mhm?" you taunt, wiggling your hips.

"Yeah…holy fuck I wanna taste you so bad", he croaks. 

"I'm not stopping you."

Jungkook however turns to get one of the cocoa mugs. He lifts it to his lips and takes a gracious sip, swirling the liquid in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it. 

You watch with a racing heart. You know exactly what he is doing. 

Jungkook closes the distance between his mouth and your pussy. He connects his tongue with you, grinding it up and down your soaked folds. He is looking up at you, wanting to see your reaction. The cocoa warmed him up which results in his normally already warm mouth to feel a hundred times hotter on your pussy. 

You chase him with a roll of your hips, fingers gripping the edge of the sofa. 

He lifts his mouth, licking his lips.

"How was that?" he asks. 

"Amazing." 

"Did you feel the difference?" 

You nod your head, "do it again."

Jungkook nods his head and takes another sip. He swirls it around for a bit and swallows it. Then he lowers his hot lips to your clit, eyes glued to it with hunger burning in them. He sucks on it, swirling his hot tongue over it. Just the tip. He makes sure to trace the parts which are the most sensitive.

"Fuck baby", you sigh, tilting your head back in bliss, "that’s so good. Don’t stop."

"It's so good. You taste so good", Jungkook says, covering his mouth in new warmth to pleasure your clit with it. Slow licks, fast swirls and needy sucks. He makes the very best out of the few moments where his mouth feels like fire on your sensitive pussy. 

"Baby…" you sigh. You love it so much when he plays with temperature. There was this one time where he licked an ice cube before sucking on your nipples. The way you shivered because of it is still haunting you. Another time he used hot wax to cover your entire body. He was so rough that night. You still have weak knees because of it. And now this. Mouth hot and oh so wet because of the cocoa. Fuck, Jungkook feels like fucking heaven.

He moans softly and lifts his mouth again, caressing your thighs when this makes you squirm desperately. He knows that he edged you, but he had to stop. His mouth wasn’t hot enough anymore.

"That's so good", he croaks, taking a sip of the cocoa. The mug is empty and so he discards it on the coffee table before finally swallowing the liquid and lowering his skilled mouth to your pussy, "is good", he lulls, guiding his tongue through your folds until he reaches your clit, “so good...”

"Keep going…"

Jungkook places his strong hands on your hips, moaning around your clit in a sweet promise that he won’t ever stop. His cock aches for release and his nipples still feel on fire, but that doesn’t stop him from giving you his all. You always make him feel so fucking good for no apparent reason and he wants to give back. You deserve to feel as best as you can because of how giddy you make him feel. 

He comes up for air, making up for the loss of sensations by rubbing your clit with two of his fingers. He places kisses on your inner thighs, eyes closed in bliss.

You writhe because of the change in sensation, “good boy, my good boy”, you sigh.

Jungkook kisses his way back to your pussy. He keeps his fingers on your entrance, massaging it in circular motions and with just enough pressure to make you feel electric. And while he does that, he connects his tongue with your clit, licking her in upwards motions.

“Kookie baby”, you croak, lifting your head to look down at him. Your eyes are droopy and half-lidded, your lips are parted in shaky moans. His eyes are closed, giving his pretty face such a tranquil look to it.

Seeing how pretty he looks when he is between your legs, makes the sensations he gives you a hundred times more intense. You reach down, running your fingers through his incredibly soft hair. He whimpers because of it, pressing himself closer. His fingers slip inside to his very first knuckle, giving you such a nice stretch.

“Kookie”, you moan happily, tugging on his hair as gently as possible. He opens his eyes, flustering in a squirm when he realises that you are looking at him.

"You're doing such a good job", you lull, giving him a drunken smile.

Jungkook mewls and sucks on your clit before lifting his head, “you taste so good”, he says with his lips all puffy and wet.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You smile, running your hand down to his cheek, “you’re so cute”, you whisper, tilting his head up just enough that you can trace his lips.

Jungkook chases your thumb, sucking on its tip before you pull away again. He mewls, making you smile because of how cute he is.

“My hubby”, you breathe, taking his chin between two of your fingers, “you’re so pretty, like seriously.”

"___", he croaks, "you literally own me. No fucking joke. You own me", he adds, making you smile.

"Come here", you order. 

Jungkook lifts himself. He begins moving his fingers on your pussy again and straightens up until he is face to face with you. 

"Closer."

Jungkook obeys. 

You purr, placing your hand around his throat. 

"Mistress“, he whimpers, gulping heavily and fingers stuttering on your clit. 

"Say it again", you order in a rasp.

"Mistress", he mewls.

"Nono. The thing before that."

"You fucking own me", he croaks and gulps when that makes you smirk.

"Yeah I do", you rasp, "fuck baby, keep doing that. Love how you touch me."

"I wanna fucking cum", he whines, "this is so hot." 

“Yeah? You love touching my pussy, don’t you?”

“Yeah love making you feel good”, he mewls, eyelids fluttering in bliss when you press down on his veins as a little reward, “Mistress” he moans breathily, “ugn god”, he gets out, gulping under your harsh grip and tilting his head back just enough that you can see more of his throat.

“Kookie your fingers. Keep them moving.”

“Sorry”, he lulls, fixing his faltering rhythm, “sorry ‘s so hard. Feels so good.”

“I know baby, but it’s not that hard. Make me feel good and I’ll make you feel good in return, yeah?”

Jungkook nods his head and whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut, “Mistress”, he gets out. He draws circles on your clit, adding soft massages back and forth every now and then. He parts your folds as he does, massaging your entrance before returning to your clit again.

“There you go. That’s my boy”, you praise him, running your hand up his tummy and chest, “such a good boy, keep going”, you add in a sweet moan, placing your fingers on his left nipple.

“That’s unfair, please don’t do that”, he whines, looking at you with glassy eyes, “please don’t do that”, he whispers.

“Why not? You make me feel good, so I do it to you too”, you taunt, pinching and rolling his terribly sensitive nipple.

“Wan’…cum”, he breathes, arching his back, “plea…”

“And how’s that my problem?”

“Please. Is really, really hard”, he lulls.

You sneak a glance at his cock. Tip all heated and wet and veins throbbing in desperation. You feel your pussy clench because of it. His touch feels like paradise because of it, sending constant bolts of warmth through your body.

“I can see that”, you tease, placing your foot on his cock to rub it, “you’re so hard, baby.”

“Please Mistress”, he begs.

You grind your foot into his cockhead, eliciting a squeaky moan from him. He flinches with his entire body, hips chasing the pressure shakily.

“Cute”, you giggle, “you’re so cute”, you say, running your foot down his shaft.

“I’m begging you”, he croaks, spilling tears onto your hand still around his throat. They hit your skin in two droplets of warmth, leaving behind a cool shiver.

“Don’t cry babyboy”, you coo, “come sit on the couch, lemme take care of you.”

Jungkook does so with wobbly knees, pulling his legs up on the couch to cross them. He makes grabby hands at you, pouting oh so sadly. You climb atop his crossed legs, laughing when Jungkook tugs you closer roughly the second you were on top of him. His hands grab your butt, his glassy eyes race over your face.

“I’m dizzy”, he keens, “it’s your fault.”

You grab his cheeks between your fingers and move in closer, “good”, you whisper, kissing him afterwards.

Jungkook moans, wrapping his arms around your waist to press you closer. You chase him with a smooth roll of your hips. Your tummy presses against his', your pussy grinds against his cock.

“Fuck”, he whimpers into the kiss, deepening his hug to the point where you wonder if he wanted to crush you. He dances his hands up and down your sides as he cradles you, sending the nicest shivers down your spine. His skin is heated, melting right against yours.

Your clit is so sensitive. Grinding against his cock is making you want to crumble into a million pieces. You lift yourself a little more so you can grind your entrance against him too.

“Please”, he begs, right hand dancing over your butt just to disappear between your legs. He presses his fingers against your wetness to massage you slowly, brushing against his frenulum as he does.

“Please what?” you ask him with your voice shaking just slightly.

“Sink down please.”

“Like that?” you ask him, sinking down just enough that his tip breaches you. You lift yourself again afterwards. "Like that, mhm?",

“No. More”, he whines, “please.”

“You’re so cute”, you giggle, lowering yourself again.

Jungkook moves, pushing his cock into you with his fingers wrapped around it and his thumb pressed against your hole. He makes you shiver and twist his hair at the back of his head.

“Shit. Kook”, you get out.

Jungkook tilts his head back, lips brushing against yours and eyes opening slowly. They stay half-lidded, racing between your hazy ones. Then he smiles. Completely and utterly droopy, but filled with so much adoration.

You retort it, abandoning his hair to instead cup his heated cheeks. He moves your hips, thumb rolling slow circles on your hole as he does. 

“Baby”, you moan, “holy fuck, my baby”, you croak, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

Jungkook kisses you back, wrapping his arms around your upper back in synch with you finally bottoming out. Like this his pierced nipples are rubbing against your chest and his tummy grinds on your clit with each movement.

“Baby”, the kiss breaks because you needed to gasp, “holy fuck, Kook.”

“Yeah”, he rasps, placing his hand at the back of your head as he tightens his hug, “please don’t stop.”

“Don’t wanna stop”, you say, rocking your hips on him in a slow rhythm. You twist his hair again, “now fucking kiss me like you mean it.”

Jungkook kisses you deeply, moaning against your lips as your tongues dance with each other and your bodies connect in slow movements. He has no idea how he is still able to hold back. His cock feels like its on the most amazing fire ever. His nipples are pulsating in sensitivity, grinding against you over and over again. All he can think about is letting go and filling you up. And still he hasn’t yet. He seriously has no idea how he is doing that. It feels so good to be with you. To have you sit in his lap and rock your hips on him as you kiss him. Jungkook whimpers, cradling you against his body. You are so warm and soft. He wants to merge with you. You are so warm and soft.

“Oh god”, he lets out and sobs softly, “my darling”, he whimpers, cupping your cheek with his left hand while his right hand feels up your side as he hugs you oh so tightly.

“I know darling, I know. I feel it too”, you sigh, “your cock’s so perfect. ‘s making me feel so good.”

Jungkook sobs, pulling your forehead against yours.

“Don’t cry”, you whisper, wiping his tears away.

“I love you”, he croaks and squeaks, “oh god I, I love y-you”, he stutters, thrusting into you as best as the position allows him too.

Warmth fills you up and drips out of you instantly.

“Are you-“

“Yeah”, he interrupts you, shaking under you, “oh god, oh god, oh god. ___”, he sobs and begins chanting your name, squeezing you against him as he fills you up with his high. He is shaking so much and tensing his stomach, rubbing your clit right against it.

You squeeze your eyes shut, dropping your head against him. He is holding you, hugging you, cradling you. While his cock is filling you up. Holy fuck this is too good.

“Kookie, you’re making me cum”, you whimper, crumbling into a million pieces afterwards. You meet him in sloppy bounces on his cock, chasing the friction his tummy gives you and riding on the fiery pleasure of his cock.

Jungkook holds you through your shakes, feeling dizzy in happiness. This is his heaven. He is in paradise. Your pussy is so warm and tight, now filled with his cum. Jungkook swears that he doesn’t know a better sensation than this right now.

You come down with a shudder, dropping against him in a huff of air. Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck instantly, sucking the gentlest of hickeys to your skin. It tingles so nicely, making you feel so good as you float on your afterglow.

You don’t slip off, keeping him inside just to keep that deep warmth going for longer. Jungkook loves that you do. He feels so goddamn complete when he is with you like that.

“How was that?” he asks you.

“Like heaven?” you say and giggle, making him giggle too, “for you?”

“Same”, he giggles, giving your waist a little squeeze, “I’m so dizzy now.”

“Yeah same”, you squeeze him, “and a little cold.”

“Wanna share a blanky?” he asks.

“Yeah, let’s share a blanket”, you agree, reaching to your side to grab the blanket which very convinietly lies right there.

You throw it over your shoulder and with Jungkook’s help tug it behind his back so the two of you are all cocooned in. You lean into his chest with a content sigh, closing your eyes when he places a loving kiss on the tip of your nose.

“This was amazing”, he says.

“Yeah”, you agree, rubbing the tip of your nose against his cheek, “you smell so good”, you whisper.

“You too, baby”, he says.

Bang!

You and Jungkook scream up at the sudden loud bang against your window. And scream up again when a distorted figure presses its head against the glass. Jimin. His features may be hidden in darkness and foggy glass, but it’s him. You’d recognize him anywhere.

“Are you guys finally done?” he screams, nose squished against the window, “hellooo can you hear me?” he coos loudly.

“What the hell? Did he watch us fuck?” you mumble, snuggling closer to Jungkook to hide away. Not that you feel any kind of shame in being naked in front of Jimin. That man once waxed your butthole when you wanted to try it out (you hated it. It hurt like hell).

“What are you doing, man?” Jungkook calls out, still clutching you safely to your chest from getting scared before.

“Come outside you two lovebirds. The polar lights are out!” Jimin tells you, knocking on the glass again, “helloo???”

“Oh my god the polar lights”, you gasp, looking at Jungkook.

His eyes are widened in surprise, “we gotta go outside, darling”, he says.

“Yes, oh my god I can’t believe this is happening”, you squeal and hit his chest softly, “we’re coming Jimin! Wait for us!”

“Oh heard me? Nice”, Jimin’s grin is distorted by the glass, “get dressed, we’re waiting for you!”

[bunji-enthusiast]

Just this once — 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐃. 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

• Sypnosis || days are full of surprises and bargains you don’t wanna make, but maybe… just maybe this is a surprise that even he welcomes. For once.

• Pairing || Wolfwood/GN!Reader

• Warnings || none, short though. (Very bad attempt at writing this dude.)

• Note || something something, boys full of trauma.. something something fluff they absolutely deserve.

Most days he’ll admit, it’s a strenuous exercise to continue walking the desolate plains. Hell, it’s better with company, but he works alone and walks alone. All the better if one would dare say otherwise.

Trying to figure out your own path, part ways with a life that one would have been so comfortable to continue living, wasn’t something easy. Being just sorta… ripped away from it wasn’t a decision all on his own.

Yet, being friends with people he can put his trust in, learn to feel loved and valued — wasn’t something he decided on either. Wolfwood wasn’t nitpicky in the cards he is dealt, these cards are just ones that simply surprise him and far surpasses his expectations.

What were they again?

Ah he forgot, why would they matter anyway? It’s not exactly worth trying to remember in the face of such solace he felt he was trying to find. For now, Wolfwood would just have to sort through it himself.

Partaking in another smoke, he couldn’t help but notice the own uptake of the small smile taking residence on his face. The thought of you, Vash, Meryl and Robert.

In a way, Wolfwood couldn’t help but think of you all, as his family of sorts. Though he wouldn’t ever truly admit that atloud. Almost as if he would be ripped apart from you all at that very thought, not liked he deserved you or them in the first place.

To be careful, and stay at a distance. To not cause himself heartaches that were unnecessary, to remind himself what and why he was here for a reason.

“You’re not asleep,” Your voice rang out, stopping him from indulging in the burrowing reaches of the desolate pit of thoughts he was so used to being comfortable with. Wolfwood couldn’t help but let out a small scoff, sarcasm at best. “Yeah, why are you not?” He retorted.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Taking another step forward, standing right at his sitting side. “Mind if I join you, Mr. Wolfwood?”

The undertaker wasn’t going to refute your company, in spite of the whole of his being screaming at him to just get away from his mere presence. You sat down right beside him, without an ounce of hesitation. No shame or mere embarrassment that had took either.

With a failed attempt at hiding your sigh, he perks up slightly, elbowing you with a smarmy grin to hide his own self deprecation that had clearly seemed far too evident moments before.

“Talk to us.” Putting a hand on his shoulder, he felt warm to the touch. Which had surprised you, but you masked it quite easily, this was about him right now. He seemed more and more in pain every day that had passed. “I worry about you, Wolfwood.”

Your concern had light a small flicker beneath the stone-cold corners of his heart, but nonetheless, he wasn’t going to allow your worry to be pushed down so deeply. Merely rendering it to a fault, within a moment, Wolfwood had taken the forgotten cigarette from the corner of lips, pushing it out into a nearby sand dune.

“Eh, your worry is pretty useless.” He bit back his usual nickname for you, “Sides’ Im good and fine, no problem. Not like m’ injured.”

Wolfwood knew he wasn’t injured, as were you. Trying to find an eventual footing into this tender situation, wasn’t an easy one. To keep your own worries at bay, he honestly was a little offended you thought otherwise about his own health.

“Your no less important then we are.” You frown, scurrying to wipe away the ash that had been lingering at the corner of his lips left behind by his cigarette. Finding purchase in his warmth was surprisingly easy, Wolfwood wouldn’t always let you touch him this easily.

Trying to suppress his emotions, trying to find the words he was having trouble with speaking, he felt you. The shades were damn good at concealing his eyes at times, yet a troubling thing it is when he is so abnormally quiet.

“Wolfwood?”

“Nicholas.”

You looked at him, eye to eye. Taking off his sunglasses, he leaned into your touch that had still lingered on his cheek, barring as far to his jawline. Wolfwood sighed, barely daring to take another breath, as if he felt he was dreaming this very moment.

“Okay… Nico.” You spoke slowly, assuming as if he was just on the verge of losing it. No, he just needed some sort of ministration of comfort, to find community. “Mind if I do something real quick?”

Wolfwood raised a brow at you, not spilling any complaints. Just rather more curios and attentive to you then anything else. “Hm?”

Just in moments, you wrapped your arms around his frame. He let out a small gasp, no doubt he was surprised, feeling a lot of things in just a hug alone.

Trying to opt for hugs or even just comforting touches when he was younger, had left him scarred. Yours? It wasn’t hurting at all. You just hugged him.

And damn, it felt so nice for once.

[johnnycadeirl]

prolly never gunna finish lol!

The Outsiders (Johnny's perspective)

I am Johnny Cade, a 16 year old greaser. I live in Tulsa Oklahoma, and I have my entire life, I have 2 parents, a mom and a dad. Sometimes I wish I didn't have either and then maybe I could be at peace, I could probably live with my pals, too. Ponyboy, Sodapop, and Darry would probably take me in, or Two-Bit if they could. My friends understand the situation at my house, they've saved me from my folks a handful of times. Two-Bit especially, sometimes I feel like I’d be better off dead, my parents sure would like that.. They probably wouldn’t notice for a while anyway since I haven't been going home as often anymore, and when I do.. They either ignore me or beat on me. I usually sleep at the Curtis house, or I stay with Two-Bit from time to time, when I can’t stay with Two or Pony, I sleep in the lot. I’m sure I would have a place with Dally if he didn’t stay at Bucks all the time. He doesn't have the best relationship with his parents either. His dad couldn’t care less about his whereabouts, and state. And we never hear about his mother, or any relatives that he may be able to stay with. He digs okay, so does the rest of my gang. They’re the closest relationships I’ve had to family. I'm smaller, and younger compared to all of them, well.. Except for ponyboy, at least for the age part. Ponyboy is 14 and he has already lost both of his parents in a car accident. I feel absolutely terrible for their entire family, especially Darry.. He’s only 20 and he has to continue raising his 2 kid brothers, he doesn’t usually have issues with Sodapop, but him and Ponyboy have never really gotten along, which got worse after their parents died. It was rough on the rest of the gang too. Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were great people, and they took care of those who didn't have great relationships with their parents.. Me and Dally especially- Dally and Mrs. Curtis were real close, I’m sure their passing was also very hard on him.. Of course, he would NEVER let anyone know that, especially anyone in the gang. He thinks emotions and stuff like that are wastes of time, and he had never done so much as cry in front of any of us. Of course we had seen him angry, he hates the world and almost everything in it. He doesn't seem to hate me though, I’ve never been to sure as to why.. But I love Dally a lot, I love the entire gang a lot. They’re all I’ve got in life, without the gang I have nothing, I AM nothing. I would probably be dead and gone if it weren't for them. Or I’d be in a different state, trying to start a new life, without my parents being there to bug me and hurt me. Maybe there wouldn’t be any “Greasers” or “Socs” there too.. Just people. Normal, plain old people.. Maybe I’d be able to go to church there too.. Me and Ponyboy used to go all the time, we invited Two-Bit, and the rest of the gang once, they caused a pretty dramatic scene.. So we never went again. Ponyboy always talks about living in the country, pretty far 'away from the city.. I don’t think I’d mind the “country life” too much, I’d just need to get used to it for a bit, especially since I’ve never been outside of our neighborhood. Maybe there I’d be considered less stupid. That’s all I’ve ever been called by teachers and my parents. I dunno, maybe I am stupid.. I can really get excited about learning if it’s something I find interesting. Ponyboy has mentioned a book before Gone with the Wind. Maybe in the country Ponyboy would be able to read it to me or something. Ponyboy likes books a lot,