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[ren-from-mars]

Been doodling some fuckin. Creechurs of beloved moots (+ one i did for my pfp)

@ohnoitsjetster @ricky-mortis @heartandsol-0

[bluejutdae]

Dom han... him being your bff and like being all touchy with him,and him being a literal girlfriend for you till you realize he is more manly then you thought let him fuck my brains out pls💕...DOM HAN JISUNG BRAINROT FOR ME YALL

-🫶 a request from me perheaps?...😃❤️❤️

Sometimes I can’t let go of an idea, so here’s soft dom Ji. Very soft, but you know that think about writers not being in control of their stories? Yeah. That.

Happy belated birthday, love 🫶

Posting without much editing because I am very tired and I have a wedding to attend to tomorrow. Sorry for any mistakes.

You and Jisung have been dating for about a month, after an eternity of flirting. Despite all the dates, the movies spent cuddling and your hands constantly on him, you still haven’t had sex. You both agreed on waiting. It wasn’t a question of inexperience, but more of a mutual understanding that you wanted to build a solid relationship first.

Tonight is just another night in which you’ve been invited to watch a movie with all the members. You love seeing Jisung surrounded by his friends, he’s always particularly happy, completely in his element. He’s so calm and relaxed, you spent the last 30 minutes braiding his hair and playing with it.

Seungmin’s voice is louder than the tv’s when he says, “is he always this soft or is it just when he’s with her?” They all laugh and everyone adds his own comment on the matter. The only non-teasing one comes from Felix and you. You know your boyfriend is a soft boy, you never had a problem with that. Jisung grins, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head. “Don’t you wish to know?” he teases back and makes a show of sticking his tongue out to Seungmin. But when he turns back to look at you, there’s something in his eyes, something you haven’t seen before, that sends a shiver down your spine, and makes your pussy clench. What the fuck was that?

The rest of the night passes uneventfully, but you can’t shake the feeling that you awoke some beast or something. Something that was simmering just below the surface.

When the night ends and you both return to the quiet of your tiny apartment, the playful atmosphere from earlier seems to be just a distant memory. Your usual sweet and cute boyfriend is not looking at you with a new expression, with something you can only describe as lust.

“Do you think that, too?” He asks in a low voice.

“Think what?”

“What Seungmo said earlier, that I’m soft.” As he says that, he removes his rings, putting them in the pockets of his jeans.

You swallow, suddenly feeling very aware of the quiet of the night surrounding you, the only light really illuminating the room is the one from the streetlights, penetrating through your windows. “I mean- you are soft with me.”

“I am, am I?” He steps closer and he’s now just a few feet from you and you seem to be frozen, with your ass against the kitchen counter. “You know that’s not all there is about me. Right?”

“I mean-” there have been instances in which you think you saw something less soft and more… horny. But you thought it was just that: arousal. Yes, you decided to wait, but it doesn’t mean either of you ever wanted more. And just as some night ended with you with your hands inside your underwear, imagining your fingers were Jisung’s, you expect some of his ended in a similar way. “I don’t really know?”

The intensity of his gaze sends a thrill through you. He finally closes the distance and uses his fingers to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Do you want to find out?”

Your nod is all that he needs before pulling you to him to kiss you. The kiss is a demanding one, nothing like the lighter kisses you are used to. His hands grips your waist, pulling you against him even more. When he pulls back (not without a complaining noise from you) his breath is warm against your ear. “I’ve been wanting so much to have you.”

You make it to your bedroom, mouth or hands never leaving the other’s skin, shedding clothes during the slow march. Contrary to so many other times you kissed him, there’s a certainty in his movements, a loud confidence that makes your skin hot and your pussy wet.

His hands slide up your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, and he guides you down on your bed. He follows you down, covers you with his body and kisses you again, softer this time. “You’re so fucking beautiful” he says on your lips, and then starts his slow and maddening way down your neck and towards your chest. His mouth, hot and wet against your skin, is perfect. Every now and then his teeth graze your skin, making you moan. When he finally reaches your tits you hold your breath, anticipating the wet hot sensation of his mouth, but he smirks and makes you wait, teasing you. “Is my baby impatient?” Before you can answer he takes your nipple into his mouth, lightly pinching the other between his fingers.

He gives your tits his whole attention, alternating between sucking and gently biting, pinching and massaging. After yet another request of speeding things up, he begins to move lower. His hands trace the lines of your waist and your hips, ending their descent on your thighs, gently spreading them apart. “Look at you. You look so good I could eat you alive.”

“Sungie.” He smirks again, one raised eyebrow pressing you to ask for what you want. But his mouth and hands made a mess of your brain, so you just beg again in the form of his name. He chuckles at your behavior. “Already such a mess? Be patient, my baby”

He lowers his face to nips at the soft flesh of your inner thigh, following with his tongue in lieu of an apology. When his mouth finally gets on your pussy and Jisung starts to eat you out like a starving man, you let out a loud moan and your hands grip the sheets as his tongue flicks out and presses on your clit.

He finds a rhythm and your pleasure builds and builds with every stroke of his tongue. You push his hair away from his eyes and his eyes are set on you. Anytime he sucks on your clit you let out a loud and filthy moan, so he keeps on doing it until you cum, one hand gripping the sheets and the other in his hair, pulling a little (a lot) making him moan around your most sensitive nerves. He keeps working his mouth through every aftershock until you are boneless, panting beneath him and blabbering nonsense.

He pulls back and travels his way back to your lips with his. The kiss tastes of you and him, and it’s heady. He chuckles when you compliment him, blushing like he didn’t just eat you out like a starving man. “Everything for my girl.”

The night is still young for you two, and as you get ready to repay the favor, you feel your love for him grow a little. Waiting for this was worth the wait.

His voice breaks through your thinking, stained with arousal and something else. “You’re mine, you know that?”

You nod, lips kissing his skin, getting close to his hard cock inch by inch. “Yeah. And you’re mine.”

[bratbby333]

your beauty never scared me ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ suguru geto

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ synopsis: after having your heart broken, your best friend helps you pick up the pieces ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ content + warnings: nsfw + mdni !! fem!reader x suguru, reader was in a toxic relationship + cheated on, fwb!suguru, angst, comfort, smut, unprotected sex ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ word count: 5k (+ a smau!! woo!!) ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ author notes: pink indicates reader's pov, orange is suguru's...inspired by Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green <3 also this was not beta read so pls excuse any typos xx i hope yall enjoy !!

Heartache has its own special way of ruining someone…

...stripping away every ounce of self-respect you work so hard to accumulate. That’s the trouble with letting people in. The outcome is almost always undecided, left in the hands of fate or whatever the hell you believe in. Perhaps it's a moment of weakness, letting a stranger entangle themselves with every fiber of your being, see every inch of your skin, explore the darker parts of your mind– even the things you hide from yourself. Putting trust in the wrong things, the wrong people. Never knowing someone’s true intentions until you discover them in bed, in your bed, with another. When something breaks inside of you, something cynical puts the pieces back together. You are a shell of who you once were. Blame it on soul-crushing character development.

It’s hard to watch the woman you love destroy herself…

...for the sake of holding on to someone who has only ill-intent in their heart. Perhaps it’s best to remove yourself. It’s agonizing, knowing you have the ability to save her from all this. You could relieve her of the heartache, free her from the suffering. Bring her nothing but joy. She has changed, evolved, and is nearly unrecognizable now. You watch as he withers her down into nothing. That man broke her, leaving her to pick up the pieces. And the woman you see now isn’t the same one you knew all those years ago.

The cold air of December flurries around outside as your chest erupts in warmth at the sight of her name illuminating your lock screen. She asks to see you, and you’d be a fool to decline. As she’s sat before you, you take in every part of her that you missed. But she’s different now. Dull eyes, sloping shoulders, her cheekbones are sunken in as her clothes hang from her figure like it's two sizes too big. But it isn’t, you remember the day she bought that t-shirt. The soul that normally inhabits her body has been replaced with something…unrecognizable. You know it’s her, but your mind tells you otherwise. The way her voice lilts from her lips, how chillingly different she sounds while delivering the news, it’s heartbreaking. 

She informs you she won’t be around much, mentioning that it will take time for her to heal from this. You pretend to be supportive of the distance she wants to place between herself and her loved ones, even though it absolutely crushes you. 

There’s something peaceful about loneliness…

…only relying on yourself for company. It can be draining of course. With the few friends you do have, you make the most of it. It’s a serene feeling, private even. People perceive you however they please, but only a few trusted individuals know your ins and outs. It's refreshing. 

God forbid you have to cater to someone else, especially when dating. It's hard enough having to take care of yourself. You make sure your friends know they’re loved and appreciated, of course, but the idea of inviting another person into your life; someone who demands your time and attention in order for it to work out? No thank you. It’s backfired for you many times before, you aren’t willing to go through it again. Your friends have watched you heal from heartbreak after heartbreak, each one more damning than the last. No one blames you for your cynicism, it’s understandable. 

Plus, the emotional upkeep of a romantic relationship is exhausting. And the idea of meeting someone, falling for them, and it not working out in the end? Torturous. Why put yourself through all that?

“You just haven’t found the right one!” 

“They’ll come around when you least expect it!”

“You gotta put yourself back out there!” 

Blah, blah, blah. Not interested. There’s no room for hopeless romance in this ill-fated world. You’re not dealing with that pain anymore. Not if you can help it. 

The trouble with love is that it’s cruel…

…discriminatory, even. Picking and choosing who gets to rejoice in its bliss and simultaneously alienating the unfortunate souls who suffer in its unyielding grip. You attempt to find peace in the silence of her absence, telling yourself that she’s okay, but knowing all too well that her precious heart is still shackled to someone so undeserving. You hold on to the irregular check-in’s you get from her. You hope she’s healing, and you prepare yourself for the outcome; that when she finally returns, she will not be the same person she was. 

Betrayal has a pesky habit of sticking around…

…a lingering feeling that still eats away at you. The night you caught him in his infidelity, something deep within you broke. It wasn’t your heart, no, that would be too simple. It was your psyche, the core of your being. The day he left, a part of you left with him. The chemistry of your brain changed, your atomic makeup shifting toward nihilism. 

So you move through life differently now. Every positive outlook you once had now cast to the wayside, replaced with unyielding suspicion in attempts to keep your heart guarded from the outside world. Hope has finally run out, the idea that there’s good in everyone proven to be a goddamn lie. You shove your desire for love into a padded safe and hide it away on a forgotten shelf in your mind. Hell, you’d burn that obnoxious feeling if you could. Run it through a meat grinder, chuck it into a volcano, nuke it. Doesn’t matter. Anything to stop it from tearing you apart. It’s not like it’s done you any good. Besides, who would want someone as damaged as you?

Part of you feels guilty…

…for sitting idly by, knowing your dear friend was hurting so deeply. But there wasn’t much you could do. You grant her space, knowing she wasn’t given that same courtesy for four years of her life. You pray she returns soon, aware that she doesn’t do well on her own. Her own mind is acting like a prison, holding her hostage, forcing her to relive her pain day in and day out. But, god damn it, you can’t take it anymore. You have been without her for so long. So you reach out, demanding she spend time with you. Self-isolation can only get you so far. It had been months since you’d seen her last. And to your surprise, she agrees.

A spring evening, 65 degrees, the setting sun…

…a gentle breeze that laps at your warm skin as you sit cross-legged on a checkered blanket. The beautiful flowers of May decorate the ground in colorful clusters. The cicadas sing while the bees are busy buzzing around. It’s a strange feeling; coping with the fact that your life has reached rock-bottom, a total stand-still as you work to heal yourself, yet life continues to move, to grow, to thrive. It’s inspiring in a way. You are accompanied by Suguru. He managed to get you out of the house after weeks of rotting away inside, anchored down by the gut wrenching feeling of heartbreak.

Laughter echoes through the park as the two of you revel in the serenity. Life feels…good. Whole. Worth living. It’s been a while since it has felt this way. It shouldn't feel strange, but it does. Happiness has become a foreign concept to you.

Sitting before you is the woman you love…

…the color in her cheeks has returned, the fullness of her face present once more. After suffering through the many months of thunder and unrelenting downpour in her mind, she has bloomed once more. Finally. You couldn’t pull your attention away from her even if you wanted to, your body and mind drawn to her in the most spiritual way. Even though she’s deep in thought, working to take in her surroundings, her beauty is still very much evident. She isn’t even aware of the power she holds– utterly entrancing. You would do anything to live in this moment forever. You’d do anything for her. 

But in this moment…

…with a forgotten feeling of fulfillment creeping its way into your chest as the soft rays of the sun dance across your skin and the sounds of nature swirl through your ears, you realize something. Something so beautiful, yet so fucking terrifying. You love him. Suguru. Maybe it was just your heartache talking, connecting dots that had no business associating. 

You brush it off, hide it away, and chalk it up to just being in a vulnerable moment. Your heart had been torn from your body only a few months prior. Anger still rips through your chest when you think about it. Four years wasted on someone you had placed on the highest pedestal, far higher than you placed your family, your friends…yourself. You were blindsided. In an instant, everything you had come to love, the home you felt safe in, the person you thought you knew…ripped away. Like it was nothing at all. 

Suguru has done what he could to mend the wounds for you, knowing good and well that if you are left to your own devices you would spiral past the point of return. And as renewing as this spring evening is, you know you will never be the same again. 

But you can’t help but fixate on the way he makes you feel. And as hard as you try to push those feelings away, they continue to bubble up. What happens when it finally reaches its boiling point?

You’re only human. You have wants, needs, and desires…

…so who do you turn to for that release? Suguru, of course. Isn’t that what friends are for?

Some would say it’s an evil thing to do; to use someone for pleasure, your own personal gain. A part of you understands that, too. Sure, it may have started out that way, but it’s shifted. And that scares the shit out of you, how you find yourself searching for his validation, the sadness you feel when he leaves in the morning after a night full of fun. So why not tell yourself that you’re just doing what you need to do, rather than what you want to do. Ignoring the fact that deep down you really fucking love it. 

It’s not like you’re taking advantage of him and the bond you share…not really, anyway. The two of you are very close, having known each other for ten years. Side by side, maneuvering through a decade of emotional ups and downs; personal dilemmas, weird family dynamics, terrible relationships, fluctuating hormones and unexpected cast changes within your friend group. But the two of you have always stayed consistent, the main characters. Your personalities mesh well, constantly riffing off one another. Never ending laughter and smiles. He's seen you at your absolute worst and vice versa. The true definition of unconditional love. So why not get a little more from him? After all this time, it feels warranted, well-deserved, even. Ignoring what you feel for him, it just makes sense that this is how it should go down. Plus, if it was such a bad idea, why would he agree?

You would accept her…

…in any way she chooses to present herself to you. After years of watching her hurt, you finally have your friend back, and there isn’t anything you wouldn't do to make her happy. Especially with guilt that you still feel, knowing there was nothing you could have done that would’ve saved her from her suffering. So when she suggests the idea of being friends with benefits, you’d be insane to deny her that. Is it a bad idea? Perhaps. You refuse her offer? She slips away, seeking refuge in the arms of another, someone who could hurt her…Never again.

You crave her so deeply that this arrangement seems perfect. Even though you dread the morning after, not wanting to leave her side…jumping on every opportunity to see her, showering her in praise every time you’re nestled deep within her warmth– the way her eyes light up at your word makes you melt. Is it possible she feels the same way? The more you think about it, the less crazy the idea seems. Would she leave you in the dust if you told her the truth? You don’t want to risk losing her. Not if you can help it. But you can’t confess your underlying intentions. Even though a deep part of you hopes for more, it doesn’t even matter at this point. Hide it. You get to be with her in a way that you never have before, and that’s enough for you…right? 

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It all transpired after one drunken night playing a confessional card game with your friend group. You were shit-faced and horny, and he wasn’t any better off. You’re honestly surprised his dick still worked that night, but god did it work. You didn’t expect it to go any further after that, assuming it was a one-off occasion. The two of you never really addressed what happened, either, didn’t take the time to have a real conversation about it. Just a quick “hey, do you wanna…” followed by an indifferent “yeah, why not?”, and that was that. Which is probably a good thing, because any more talking would have most likely resulted in your true feelings coming to the surface. But it happened, and is still happening, so who are you to complain? It’s perfect.

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Your friends and random on-lookers alike say you’re compatible, and yeah, they might be right, but fuck that. Why risk the friendship you cherish so deeply for a title? That's idiotic. It's borderline insanity. The minute you put a label on something it all comes crashing down. So, why ruin a good thing? 

Don’t overthink it. It’s nothing serious, and it never will be. You refuse to open yourself up to somebody else, someone new. No more getting hurt. You’ve let Suguru into your life in a more meaningful way than you have for anyone else. And that’s far enough.

Does he know every little thing about you? Sure. 

Does he care for your well-being? Yeah. 

Is he attentive, thoughtful, and supportive? Of course…it is Suguru after all. 

But so what? That's what friends are for. 

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You and Suguru see each other frequently, at least three times a week, whether it’s just a normal hangout or…a hangout. You just get what you need and go; a good laugh, dinner and a movie, casual drinks, or a heaven-sent dick appointment. You both seem content, enjoying one another’s company and…bodies…and minds and souls. 

Fuck.

It’s hard to ignore your totally natural, human need for deeper intimacy. But you try to, and damn do you try hard. It would probably be best for you to stop hooking up with Suguru and just go back to how things were. 

You can’t go through this. Not again. You’ve already shifted the perfectly normal dynamic you once had into something deeper. Something…real. There’s no turning back now. So you continue to hide behind your ego, fighting off every demon known to man in hopes that this will all just go away. 

You’ve been somewhat successful in suppressing your feelings, molding them into something more manageable. You are best friends, with the addition of benefits. Simple. Nothing more, nothing less. You pretend to be ignorant of Suguru's awe-inspiring beauty. How his energy is absolutely addicting, the way his lingering touch burns your skin so beautifully. He makes you feel seen for everything you are and appreciates you for everything you’re not. That sentiment alone propels you through the unexplored cosmos, crossing the line between reality and nirvana as starlight dances across your skin.

Not to mention, when you two are actually fucking? It's like two parts of the same soul finally meeting after centuries of arduous searching. You don’t know where your body stops and his begins, entangled in the most profound way. 

God. You sound insane. This is no way to view a friend…your best friend, at that. Get it together. 

What would you even call this? Touch starved? No, he touches you plenty…and in all the right places, too. Is it desperation? Your insatiable need for love? Karmic punishment for all your failed relationships? The corny trope where you end up falling for your best friend? As much as you want to fight against the feelings you have for him, it’s too late. 

Whatever. Just play it off. You refuse to let your walls down. And you’d hate to give Suguru the satisfaction of being the one who commandeered heavy machinery and sent a wrecking ball toward your emotional fortress. 

If you don’t acknowledge your feelings they’ll just cease to exist, right? Yeah, that’s how it works. And it’s a super healthy coping mechanism, too. 

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All this deep pondering and emotional soul searching has got you worked up. You decide to see if Suguru wants to come over. Not because you miss him, or anything. It’ll be nothing more than a casual hook up. Dick only, no feelings. 

You catch yourself giggling at his messages. Gross. You brush it off with a shake of your head, a violent wave of self awareness washing over you. 

I'm not going through this again. I refuse.

You read the messages over and over. Do you seem desperate? Do your texts carry the perfect amount of indifference? Whatever. It doesn’t matter, it’s just Suguru, anyway. He's stuck around this long, it would take a lot to scare him off, now.

The plan’s in motion, and you’re going to have a good time tonight. You feel your heart rate spike at the thought of seeing him. That's a totally normal reaction for someone who has no feelings involved, right? Just friends…right? 

Suguru chuckles as he reads your response. Excitement floods through his body in anticipation. Is it finally time to confess? His own eagerness catches him off-guard. He can’t. It’s too soon. He takes a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. Keep it together.

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It’s been so long since the feeling of joy has drifted between these barren walls. You take a swig of your drink, exhaling happily through your nose as the sweet juice dances with the sting of the liquor, warming your chest as you swallow. Leaning back on the couch with one leg kicked up on the coffee table, you absentmindedly swirl your glass as you gaze at Suguru.

“I’m really happy to see that you’re doin’ better,” he muses, taking a sip before setting his cup down. You offer him a small nod paired with a gentle smile, looking back at the drink nestled between your fingers; the ice that’s creating condensation on the outside, the way the sun seeps between the half-open curtains in your living room, the cooing of birds just beyond your window panes. Quite frankly, you’re trying your hardest to focus on anything but him. Ignoring the thrum of your heart every time you look into his eyes, pretending the smooth cadence of his voice doesn’t make your body tremble. 

Say you do confess? What then? Is that really something you want, anyway? Or is it just nice to lust after someone? No, it’s not that. You really do love him. You haven’t even considered the possibility of him reciprocating these feelings, and odds are if he does, you’ll just run for the hills, not willing to open your heart up again. Your last relationship destroyed you. There’s no way you’ll allow someone to fill that void. Not with the possibility that it’ll all be a farce. 

After a moment of silence, you finally speak up. “Me, too. And it’s all thanks to you, Sugu.” You finally meet his gaze, and it’s as if his eyes are attempting to pierce through you with how intently he’s looking at you. His expression quirks as if to ask what you mean. You decide to test the waters a bit. Fuck it.

“You…you’ve made me feel…whole again,” your words come out a bit choppy and drawn out, still battling with your decision to come clean. Your eyes dart around his face before looking away once more. You fiddle with your fingers, unsure of if you want to elaborate. Even if you stop here, it’s okay. That’s a totally normal thing to say to a friend who helped you in your time of need.

Your head snaps toward him at the sound of your name. More is said, but you focus on the way he addresses you. He says it so softly, so gently, like the very syllables of your title grace his tongue as they sway from in between his vocal cords. For four years, your name was used against you, weaponized with anger and hatred. But his words are relayed to you with nothing but love behind them. 

Your ears are ringing as you stare at him blankly. You shake your head in hopes to clear the thoughts that are clouding it. “Wait…wha? What did you just say? The last part?”

“I said, it’s because I love you,” he smiles as he watches your face flush. Time slows as your heart rate speeds up. You brows furrow a bit, trying to piece together what the hell is going on.  A million thoughts spin through your head as you stare at him. “You…love…me? Like, in a ‘best friends’ kinda way, right?” You’re shocked as he shakes his head. “No. I love you, and I have for a while. In a more than friends kinda way,” he laughs a bit before leaning forward, reaching for your hand. “You love me, too. Don’t you?” 

“I-” your words get caught in your throat as his fingers rub against the back of your hand. As calm and collected as Suguru seems on the outside, he is spiraling on the inside. He isn’t sure where this newfound confidence is coming from, but he decides to roll with it. His heart thrums in his chest as he anxiously awaits your response. He has reached his tipping point, wanting nothing more than to finally be able to call you his.

You look down, staring at the place where the two of you meet, the feeling of electricity coursing through your body. A chill runs down your spine before you look back at him. “I-I do. I love you.” 

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You’re laying on your back, your hair fanned out across the bed. Your arms are wrapped tight around his neck as he gently thrusts into you with slow, deep ruts of his hips. His head is tucked into the crook of your neck, his warm breath brushing across your sensitive skin. 

He leans back, looking down at you with a sweet smile, “You are so beautiful.” His eyes run up and down your body, taking in every dip and curve of your figure, before fixating on where the two of you meet. His lips part as he watches himself disappear inside of you, a deep moan breaking through his chest at the sight of your sweet juices coating his length. He rubs intricate circles into your clit, loving the way you sound as your body writhes under his touch.

Tears begin to pool behind your eyes as you gaze up at him, entranced by the way he manages to stimulate every sense in your body. This is what love truly feels like, bestowed upon you by a man who wants nothing more than to fulfill every facet of your life.

He presses his forehead against yours as he continues to pump into you, his movements influenced by nothing more than pure adoration.

The sun bounces off your features, illuminating your face in such an ethereal way. His breath catches in his throat as he watches the way the light makes your eyes glow. You are angelic in every sense of the word. Someone too pure for this realm, unfathomably delicate; sent to this world to be worshiped and protected.

“I love you. So much,” he groans. Every ounce of devotion he has for you is being pumped into your body with every plunge. It’s overwhelming for him. He's nearly bursting at the seams as he makes love to you, moving his hips so tantalizingly slow, but wanting to thrust into you with fervor, to pound the message into you that you are deserving of all love in the world, and that he will be the one to give it to you. But he takes his time, wanting nothing more than to savor you. 

Small whimpers break through your throat. “I…ahh!– I love you, S-Suguru,” you moan, whining as his head brushes into your sweet spot, making your back arch off the bed as your chest presses into his. The pleasure raking through you is immeasurable, every neuron in your brain firing off at once. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate to feel every single part of him.

He cups the sides of your cheeks, brushing away your tears before placing two soft kisses over each eye. “Why’re you cryin’, my love?” he coos, concern evident on his face as he rubs his thumbs against your face. His hips pause as his eyes dart between yours. 

“Just…’m just so happy,” you whisper, scrunching your nose up with a small sniffle before placing a kiss on his lips. He smiles deeply before returning to his original pace.

“You deserve it...just wanna make you feel good, baby,” his hips press him into the deepest parts of you, rubbing against your sweet, gushing walls, but his pace remains deliberate. “You deserve all the pleasure in the world,” his teeth grit ever so slightly as he feels you clench down on him. “F-fuck, baby… fuck. You are just... incredible,” he groans, angling his hips to keep brushing against your g spot.

Even though you’ve had each other many times before, no other instance compares to the way you feel right now. Your body brimming with love, fulfillment…with him. His touch makes you feel reborn, like no one has ever hurt you before. His hands glide across your skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake, his unyielding passion evident in the way he clings to you, and you to him.

“Sugu…” you gasp as he bottoms out once more. Short pants leave your lips as you feel the tightness in your stomach intensify. “P-please, keep goin’...I’m…gonna cum,” you mewl. His hands reach underneath your body, palming each asscheek as he lifts your lower half off the bed. The new angle makes your eyes roll as stars begin to dance around your head. “Me too…y’feel so fuckin’ good.” The fiction of his pelvis against your clit shoots ripples of pleasure through you. Your nails drag down his back in an attempt to ground yourself, but to no avail. This feels otherworldly. His pace picks up a bit, pushing you to unravel, your body succumbing to bliss. The warmth that engulfs his lengths makes him reach his peak right after you, his hips stuttering as he works you both through your orgasms.

He props himself up on his forearms, making a conscious effort to not collapse on you and crush you with his body weight, though you would most definitely welcome it. He watches as your chest rises and falls, every soft pant that leaves your lips like music to his yearning ears. He can’t bring himself to pull out, loving the way your walls are still spasming around him. You stare into his eyes for a moment, running your fingers down his spine. A gentle moment of silence settles between to two of you. No words are spoken, but they don't need to be. 

He begins to get up, but your legs lock around his waist immediately, resheathing him inside of you. “Baby–”, he begins to object, but your arms wrap around his shoulders once more, pulling him down as you kiss the spot below his ear, “Jus’ a few more minutes. Love having you like this.”

A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest as he smiles into the crook of your neck. “You keep this up and we might just have to go again.”

And you do. For hours and hours, attempting to make up for all the years wasted. Your two souls engaging in the most mesmerizing dance. He is determined to replace all the heartache you feel with pleasure. And he does. You feel nothing but him. And he can’t focus on anything other than you. Rolling around together until the golden hue of the setting sun shifts into a light pink as it rises above the horizon. But it feels like no time has passed at all. 

Suguru draws soft circles into your skin, holding you tight against his sweat-glistened chest. Your body trembles from the copious amount of pleasure coursing through you. A gentle peck is placed on the top of your head before he looks toward the ceiling. A sense of contentment washes over him, dancing with the soft pulse of his many orgasms still reverberating through his body. After years of waiting, you are finally his, and he is determined to grant you your well-deserved peace.

Dawning a robe, you sit on your balcony, listening to the birds sing you their habitual 'good morning'. The door slides open behind you, and Suguru takes a seat, presenting you with a cup of tea. A quiet thank you leaves your lips as the two of you take in the scenery before you. 

“We should probably get some sleep now, huh?” You ask, turning to him as you take a sip, smiling at the fact that he knows exactly how you take your tea. But, of course he does. It’s Suguru. 

He grins, “No…I don’t want to leave this moment behind just yet.” You blush, reaching your hand out to grasp his. 

“Me neither.”

In his eyes, you are precious, the most important person in his life. The deep-rooted fear of not being worthy of love is disproven in the form of Suguru’s undying loyalty to you. He has waited years to be with you, and he would have waited years more. And as the two of you sit together, with your fingers intertwined and heartbeats in sync, you know there is nowhere else you want to be…no one else you want to be with. An unfamiliar feeling of safety creeps into your chest. You’re in good hands now.

Maybe opening yourself back up to love wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

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[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

chapter six:

<last chapter> <next chapter>

➴ warnings: none!!

➴ word count: 4.1k

➴ author’s note: thought it’d be great to give u guys jack’s pov please don’t kill me—or jack. also wanna say thank you to each one of you who take the time to read this series and give me your thoughts abt it. i cannot thank you enough. pls be patient with jacky, he’s just a boy :p nice reading yall!!!

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sophiamontenegro 'rip to my feelings' is out now 🪄 i want to start this by saying thank you to everyone who helped me make this dream of mine come true.

all of the songs here mean the world to me, and i truly hope they help to heal some of you, like they healed me. please, don't let anyone make you feel like you don't deserve good things. you do, all of us do.

thank you grace, thank you john, thank you hannah, a special thank you to charlieputh and a huge thank you to all of you.

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charlieputh You’re a genius and it was my pleasure 💙 congratulations, Soph!

morgan.grace I love you so much I might turn into a puddle. Soph, you’re one of the strongest, sweetest people I’ve ever met and I’m so grateful to call you my best friend. I watched you put so much effort and energy into this, and i am proud. Happy RTMF day 🪦

billboard I am crying, you’re crying, all of us are crying.

user1 i knew this was going to hurt but DAMN Girl what the hell

user2 it’s been hours and I’m still crying because of this goddamn music video. And i HATE charlie puth

user3 user2 NO GIRL BC SAME?? it’s so SAD

user4 Harris Dickinson if i fucking catch you on the streets you’re DONE

user5 off topic but do you guys think any of these songs were written for jack hughes…

user6 user5 honestly no,, soph said this album has been in the making for one year and apparently they just broke up last week?

_quinnhughes Congrats, Soph 👍

sophiamontenegro _quinnhughes thank u, quinny

user43 sophiamontenegro _quinnhughes CHAT WHAT DOES THIS MEAN???

— ♡

“HUGHES, the hell was wrong with you today?” Keefe’s voice sounded harsh and angry.

Even though there were two Hughes in the team, everyone knew who the coach was referring to.

“It’s just not a good day,” Jack mumbled, removing his uniform and not bothering to look up.

The locker room was dead silent, so everyone heard Keefe’s scoff. “Not a good day? More like not a good week,” he stepped closer, hands on his hips. “You’ve been off for the entire week and let me tell you something, son, we’re not making it to the Finals with you playing like you did tonight.”

Jack wanted to talk back so bad but deep down he knew Coach was right. He had been playing like shit, ever since that night at your house.

You. Just thinking about you made Jack feel like straight up shit. Something that never happened before.

He is handsome, he has thousands of fans. People paid to watch him play, people wore his jersey proudly. He could have any girl he wanted but still. Everything changed at that dinner, six months ago, when he saw you performing up close for the second time.

At that moment, he was mesmerized by you. Back then, he thought he was just horny and in the need of a good fuck but looking back now he knows that it wasn’t just that. It was something bigger than himself, yet something he couldn’t name.

“I get it, Coach,” Jack muttered, putting on his suit.

“I hope you do, kid, otherwise, you can just say goodbye to your NHL career and the Stanley Cup.” Coach barked before getting out of the locker room.

Ignoring the stares he was getting, Jack moved on autopilot, like he’d been doing the entire week, shoving his things inside his duffel bag and frowning.

“Cap, wanna go out and grab some drinks? I wanna get wasted!” Someone, Jack didn’t care to know who, shouted, talking to Nico.

“‘Can’t today, man,” Nico answered, duffel bag already on his shoulder. “I’m going to a concert tonight.”

That caught Jack’s attention, pulling him back from his thoughts.

“Concert?” He asked, looking at how everyone went quiet and stared at Nico. “Whose concert?”

“Well, you see…” Nico stuttered and somehow, even if he hadn’t said anything, Jack knew exactly whose concert it was. “Just. A singer?”

“Yeah, no shit is a singer, Hischier, I thought we went to concerts to watch electricians doing their shit,” Jack bited back, the frown just bigger now. “Whose concert, Cap?” He said the word like he was mocking Nico and even though he wanted to take that back, he didn’t. Nico was an amazing person and it wasn’t his fault you didn’t want anything to do with Jack anymore.

“Hum, well—”

“For fuck’s sake, man, just spit it out,” Bastian said, rolling his eyes. “We’re going to Soph’s concert. Launching party, whatever.”

“We?” Jack’s eyes doubled in size. “Who else is going?”

“She invited the entire team,” Mercer answered, and Jack could swear he was one step away from passing out. “And Zegras.”

“Yeah, the entire team minus you!” Zegras shouted, clearly not reading the room. None of the players said anything about your and Jack’s situationship-break-up but Trevor made it clear he was happy with the situation. “Zegras is out in the hunt again, baby, ‘gonna give Soph the real D!”

Jack didn’t even notice he moved until he felt a heavy hand on his chest, looking down and realising it was Nico’s hand and he was now toe to toe with Trevor.

“Watch the shit you say, Zegras. I’m not fucking with you.” Jack spoke slowly, eyes not leaving Zegras’.

“Like you’re going to do anything, Hughes. You lost the prize, now it’s time for her to know what a real man is.”

Jack stepped foward again, only to be stopped by Nico’s hand.

“She’s not a fucking prize and this is not a fucking game, asshole,” Jack said through his teeth, ready to punch Trevor right there and now.

“How old are you two?” Hischier hissed, separating Jack and Trevor like a dad would do. “Trevor, shut the fuck up and don’t talk about Soph like that. And you,” he looked and Zegras before looking at Jack again. “You can’t and you won’t do shit. You and Sophia aren’t a thing anymore and there’s no one to blame but yourself. Suck it up, Hughes.”

Jack wanted to punch all of them in their fucking faces. It wasn’t his fault! He wasn’t the one who published the article and he wasn’t the one who sent that fucking picture of him and Ava leaving that party.

So what if she was his ex? That was in the past. He didn’t even remember her name, for fuck’s sake. She meant nothing to him while you—

“Whatever,” Trevor shrugged, before leaving the room.

“Hischier,” Jack called before Nico left. He turned back and stared at Jack, eyes tired. Jack felt bad for acting like that and giving even more trouble to Nico but Trevor was a fucking assface. “I need to go to that concert.”

“Unless you have an invitation or a ticket, I can’t take you there, man.” He bit his lips. “I’m sorry, but I won’t do that to Soph.”

Jack hated how Nico was clearly choosing sides and he also hated how he said her name and how everyone seemed very comfortable with calling you Soph but he pretended that he didn’t care.

“I’m not going to talk to her, I just…” his lips formed a straight line. He wasn’t sure of what he wanted exactly, but he needed to see you. Ever since your album had been released, he had been playing it nonstop, trying to memorize every breath you took, every line you sang, every beat you produced. He just needed to see you. “I want to see her.”

“Man, you know I can’t do that. Grace will kill me.”

“I’ll deal with her, Hischier, I swear,” in that moment, Jack was glad everyone else had already left, otherwise it’d be humiliating.

Although he noticed, with shock, that he wouldn’t mind begging in front of people if he got the chance to see you.

Nico ran his hands through his hair, muttering something in German before nodding with his head once.

“Fine, but I swear to God that if you upset Grace or Soph or worse, both,” he got closer to Jack’s body, looking like he did when he was on the ice. Terrifying. “I’ll personally make sure you won’t do that ever again.”

Gulping, Jack nodded once, before following Nico.

— ♡

THE line outside the venue was gigantic, making the men inside the van yell and whistle.

Much to Jack’s dismay, all of the Devils who were your fans had been invited to your concert— except him, of course. Which he thought was really, really shitty, by the way— and they were all excited, wearing shirts with your face on it and holding banners with your name.

Jack had to wear an all black outfit, with a cap hiding his hair and sunglasses. He thought he looked ridiculous but unfortunately, Nico was right: you couldn’t see him. He knew that if you did you’d be upset and the last thing he wanted was to ruin your night and concert. So yeah, hiding himself it is.

They left the van, entering the building from the back entrance, not wanting to cause a commotion out there in the front. Jack had been told this was just a small concert but the place looked packed with people.

“Okay, so,” Nico started, wearing his Captain belt once again. “Grace will be here in a second, and she will give us the VIP necklaces so we can go to our sets,” he turned around, facing Jack. “I honestly don’t know what to do with you. Grace will probably kick you out but at least I did my part.”

Jack just nodded, already thinking of millions excuses he could say to Grace so she would say yes.

True to Nico’s words, Grace showed up not even a minute later, wearing a red, tight dress and heavy makeup. She looked beautiful.

“Hi, fellas!” She walked in, smiling brightly. “Nice seeing you all, Soph will be happy with you being here and— what the fuck are doing here?” Her smile was gone, and now the only thing left was a scowl on her face.

Jack smiled awkwardly.

“Grace, listen, he asked me to bring him here because he wanted to see Soph—” Nico started, only to be interrupted by Grace’s harsh words.

“I don’t give a single fuck, Nico, what the hell!” She was starting to leash out on Hischier so Jack knew he had to say something.

“She’s not going to see me, I promise,” he replied.

Grace laughed. “Of course she isn’t going to see you because you’re going to leave!”

“Grace, come on,” Jack muttered, ready to beg to another person just to see you. Fucking shit. “I can sit in the back, there’s like a thousand people outside. She won’t see me.”

“Baby,” everyone looked at Nico as he approached Grace. Jack frowned. Since when were they together? “I told him that if he did anything bad I’d punch the shit out of him myself. He will behave.”

“I’m not a dog—”

“Fine,” Grace sighed, loudly, already looking like she regretted saying yes. “Nico I swear that if Sophia sees him or if someone takes any pictures of him here, I’ll snatch your dick out of your body.”

All of the men there made an ouch sound, faces amused and terrified. Nico only nodded, after giving Jack the scariest look ever.

Grace gave them their badges and asked for another one for Jack. Everyone there was running around and shouting things, probably all worried about everything being perfect, and Jack found himself smiling because you were surrounded by people who cared about you and your work.

Turns out that sitting in the back really meant sitting in the back, because Grace gave Jack a really shitty seat that despite being small as fuck, had a really good view of the stage, even if it’d be impossible for you to spot him.

Jack’s hands were sweaty and his heart was racing in his chest. The place was packed with all different types of people, from children to adults, and some grandparents here and there.

He was proud. He remembered how excited you were for this album, for this little concert, and watching how you’ve managed to ace all of that, made him smile under his hand.

The rest of his teammates were sitting in the VIP section, really close to the stage, and hell if Hughes didn’t envy them. But he knew this was for the best.

Thirty minutes after he sat down, the lights dimmed and only the stage was on. The screams were so fucking loud and if Jack wasn’t already used to people screaming his ears off during games, he’d probably have a fit right there.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Sophia Montenegro.”

Nothing could ever prepared Jack for the sight of you on that stage. It’d been two weeks since you last saw each other and the last time was awful, his heart hurting every time he remembered the sight of you crying and remembering he was the reason why.

But watching as you stood on top of some kind of platform, wearing a black, glittery body suit, with heels and black, see through socks. Your hair was styled in a way that drove him absolutely crazy, and now he wasn’t so sure that coming to this concert was a good idea after all.

“One year, ten thousand bad moments

But it was dressed up in heated emotion

And I tried to look for the best in the worst

But like, fuck me, that caused a commotion.”

Your voice was perfect, of course it was. Somehow, you knew how to sing live even better than the recorded songs, and your stage presence was out of this world. Jack looked at you as you moved around, singing and dancing and waving at people and interacting with the band, not knowing what to do with the weight on his chest.

He was happy to see you, he really was, happier than he’d felt in this entire week, but fuck if he wasn’t hurt. Watching you from afar was even worse than not watching you at all, because he was reminded again and again that he lost you.

Even if he still thinks it wasn’t exactly his fault.

The crowd was loud, people were dancing here and there and Jack could swear the girl in front of him was crying.

“Oh, you're so vicious

Love me, then pretend you didn't

Crush my heart and wreck my image

Why you gotta be so, so, so

Oh, you're so vicious”

You were sitting in the middle of the stage, microphone in your right hand, singing with your whole heart. Anyone could see how alive you felt whenever you sang and honestly, it was beautiful to witness.

The song continued, and every second Jack was taken aback by how beautiful you were. So fucking beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen, inside and out, full of life and happiness and joy.

He only noticed that the song had ended when he heard people cheering louder than they were before, and he started to pay attention again.

There you stood, in the middle of the stage, trying to even your breath. You were smiling so hard, cheek to cheek, eyes shining so bright even Jack in his shitty ass seat could see it.

“Hi, guys,” you were out of breath but your voice still sounded like honey to Hughes’ ears, and he had missed the sweetness. So. Much. “Oh my god, there’s so many of you in here, what the hell.”

People laughed, and Jack found himself smiling.

“Hi, I’m Sophia,” you said, shyly, like the people there hadn’t paid to see you. “Thank you for being here, guys. It’s been a while since I last saw you guys face to face. Last time was in Coachella, back in April, right?”

People shouted many things, you smiled.

“So a week ago I released my fifth album, rip to my feelings,” more cheering. “I know the title is corny but I couldn’t find better wording. This album, and I’ve said this countless times, means the world to me,”

“Fuck Harris Dickinson!” Someone shouted and everyone started laughing, including you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you agreed. “I hope you like the show. I’ve also heard that we have some special guests tonight…”

Jack’s heart stopped. For some idiotic reason, he thought you’d say his name. Until he reminded himself that you and him were no longer a thing and you didn’t even know he was there.

“Please, please, please, make some noise for my favorite hockey team, the New Jersey Devils!”

The camera focused on the fifteen men sitting on the VIP section, who got out of their seats and started shouting, while showing off their merch, making the other people cheer too.

Jack knew he shouldn’t, but he felt jealous all the same. He should be there, cheering for you and kissing you in front of all of them. Maybe punching Zegras in the face while he was at it too.

“Thank you for coming, guys,” you smiled again, before you started singing the next song.

Jack was mesmerised with you for the next hour and a half. How you danced, how you sang, how you twirled around, how you looked so fucking gorgeous in that tight outfit. How your eyes shined, how your body was perfect, and how he wanted nothing more than you.

The concert went well, like everyone knew it would, you making yourself comfortable, and at home: talking with your fans, taking pictures with them, handing the mic to some of them, who sang awfully in Jack’s humble opinion. Even if the majority of the songs were sad and soul crushing, you made sure people enjoyed themselves.

You were a true sight.

“Now, this is going to be the last song,” some sad oooh’s were heard and you smiled, nodding with your head. “I know, I know, I’m sad too but you all have to go home and these people here,” you pointed at the band behind you. “Also have to go home. But,” you raised your finger, moving your body until you were sitting on the edge of the stage. Some of your fans shouted. “I have one more song for you. This one isn’t in the album because I wrote this recently, but I still want to show it to you guys.”

More cheers, more shouts, more people crying.

“This one’s called Bad for Business and will be available on all streaming platforms by midnight.” Jack watched as you smiled, making him raise and eyebrow. He didn’t know about this one.

“He's good for my heart but he's bad for business

Tears me apart when he grants my wishes

All of my friends think I've gone crazy

But they don't know me like my baby

We look good in photographs

I like the way you like to laugh at dirty jokes

I know they'll always land

Used to get work on time

But now you're taking up my nights

Never been so glad to be so tired

Ooh, I'm mad for you

It's sad but true and I know it

Ahh, you're on my mind

You stole my life and it's showin’…”

Jack couldn’t take his eyes off the stage, eating up every word. He knew this song was about him. It was as clear as day, and maybe he was just being cocky but he didn’t care. It meant that he still had a chance.

He's good (good), it's bad (bad)

The best I've ever had (best I've ever had)

And he's so nice, it's sad (it's sad)

He ruined all my plans

And he just makes me so crazy

I know everyone sees

That he'll be the death of me

He still had a chance. He could still try because it was clear: you were still in love with him. Why else would you sing this? Why else would you write something like this?

He got up, he had seen enough. He left the venue with his head low, trying to walk without being noticed. He knew exactly what he had to do, and even if it sucked, it was the right thing.

—- ♡

“I really hope there is a reason why you’re calling me in the middle of the night, Jack,” Quinn sounded tired but. He always did. “A good one, that is,”

“I need some advice,” Jack looked at his brother through the screen, noticing the eye bags and the tired eyes. Why the hell Quinn always looked like he had been hit by a train was unknown.

Quinn just hummed, signaling for him to continue speaking.

“It’s Soph.”

“Did something happen?”

Jack cringed. Maybe they did need to start paying attention to what happened online. “Yeah, well, someone took a picture of me leaving the Halloween party with that girl named Ava who’s apparently one of my exes and posted it online, making it look like we hooked up or whatever. Then, they talked shit about Soph and Soph kind of broke up with me after saying she was in love with me and basically calling it a mistake.”

Quinn stared at the camera for a good minute, and just when Jack was starting to think he’d fallen back asleep, he moved, caressing his face with his hand.

“The hell is going on in New Jersey.”

“That’s all you have to say?” Jack scoffed. “I didn’t call you for nothing. If I wanted whatever the hell this is I would’ve called Luke.”

“I mean, what did you expect to happen? One day your whore days would catch up on you. Everyone knew this.”

“Why does everyone keep calling me a whore? Is this how women feel?” Jack frowned.

“They call you that because you had a new girl every month. Every time you had a gala you’d take a new girl with you and of course people would talk about that.”

“Okay but I wasn’t dating any of them!” Jack raised his arms, forgetting that he was still holding his phone and dropping it. Picking it up, he continued. “So what if I had a new woman every month? The issue here is Sophia not wanting to be with me anymore!”

“I think that, before wanting to be with her, you have to know if you want a relationship at all,” Quinn said, calmly. “You’ve never had a girlfriend before, a serious one that is. A relationship is a commitment, especially when you’re dating someone as famous as Sophia.”

“I know that she’s famous, I don’t care about that—”

“It’s not about her being famous, jackass, it’s about people forgetting that she is more than that. She is more than the Sophia who sings and dances, she’s a person. That’s literally common sense.”

“I know that too,” Jack mumbled.

“Soph’s been through a lot with that son of a bitch who’s not even worth mentioning. I don’t know much, you probably know about it better than me, but what I know is enough to make me want to punch him with my stick.”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed. “I hate that fucking asshole. He cheated on her, lied, manipulated her and had the audacity to break up with her.”

“So, knowing all of that, how do you think she felt when she saw that picture?” Quinn asked, eyebrow arched. “The guy she’s in love with, holding hands with his ex.”

“I didn’t fuck her!” He raised his voice, tired of everyone saying the same. “I just took her home and went back to my place.”

“Yeah, but does Soph know that?”

Jack frowned. “Of course she does. I’ve told her multiple times that I was only seeing her. And Ava was drunk, I wouldn’t have done anything with her even if I wanted to.”

“Yes because it’s very credible that the guy who used to date a new girl every month now suddenly only dates a single girl. Jack, sometimes I feel like you just don’t think.”

“If I wanted someone to call me dumb—”

“You would’ve called Luke, I know. But right now, that’s what you need to hear,” Quinn sighed. “Look, I know it’s hard for you to understand but put yourself in her shoes. Just think.”

“Everyone keep saying this is my fault but I don’t see how I am the person in the wrong here. I didn’t publish the article, I didn’t fuck Ava—”

Quinn sighed loudly again, interrupting Jack and staring at the screen for a minute, again.

“What?”

“Sometimes I ask myself if we were raised by the same woman,” he shrugged. “Just imagine if Ma knew all of this. She’d probably yell at you.”

“Get to the point, Quinn,” Jack rolled his eyes.

“Look. I’ll try to make it simple,” he started. “Sophia is in love with you. She fell in love with you despite knowing that you have a long history of dating. But, she’s also hurt. And you made it all worse when you said the things I know you probably said.”

“I didn’t say anything that bad…”

“Oh, quit it, Jack. I know you,” Quinn smiled. “You probably made her cry too. That’s the drill. Anyways, you have to ask yourself how do you feel about Soph—”

“I love her.”

They both stayed quiet for at least five minutes. Quinn just staring at the screen like he was reading a newspaper article and Jack staring back at him, looking like he was about to explode.

He hadn’t stopped to think about what he truly felt for you. He knew he liked you, adored even, but he never thought of naming the things he felt whenever he thought about you.

But it was as clear as day. He loved you, he was in love with you.

“Well, then I think my job here is done.” Quinn finally said, breaking the silence.

“What?” Jack almost shouted. “What do you mean? You have to help me get her back!”

“I don’t have time for that and honestly neither do you,” he stated and, well, he was right. They were in the middle of the season, and that was their job. Jack needed to get a grip. “If I were you, though, I’d start by apologising and telling her that you didn’t have sex with Ava or anyone else for that matter.”

“Okay,” Jack breathed. “And then?”

“Figure it out yourself. You’re a big boy.”

Jack groaned, leaning back on the couch. “Fuuuck. This is so fucking shitty. I love her, and she loves me, why can’t we just be together?���

“You will, after you fix this mess.” Quinn yawned and nodded at you. “I’m gonna go back to sleep. You should too. You’ve been playing like shit lately.”

“Fuck you. Bye.”

“Bye.”

He hung up, throwing his phone on the pillow next to him.

How the hell was he going to fix this?

[chososcamgirl]

SHIRTS! - megumi usually goes for a casual button when playing on stage but ideally shows up in practice/when he’s not playing with an old oversized dad tee. when he gets really excited about playing he’ll be a bit scandalous and wear a wife beater to show off his arms and trust this man is RIPPED like im talking muscle nation.

BOTTOMS! - we all know megumi isn’t! what who said that yall… megumi strictly only wears denim for some reason (totally doesn’t have to do with the fact that toge pantsed him on stage one time when he was wearing basketball shorts (don’t ask me why he was wearing basketball shorts yall i don’t control this man!!)) but he usually leans towards vintage jeans and buys them in flea markets/thrift shop/depop. this man has a keen eye for the good shit. you do NOT want to see his ass in goodwill. i know a thrifty bitch hate to seem him coming…

OUTERWEAR! - this man treasures his jackets like it’s a newborn baby fresh from the vagina. he is a carhartt FEIN and has like 5 variations of the same jacket in his wardrobe. talk about overconsumption… he’s also a whore for a good leather jacket… motorcycle megumi au when… heh..

MUST HAVES! - you will not see megumi leave the house without his holy trinity. his beautiful baby electric guitar of course; also named as bessie (do u guys get it? no? ok.) a pen specifically MUJI (yes shamelessly promoting them muji sponser this post pls) for writing any beat/lyric/sound that comes to his pretty little head. and lastly his MF DOOM ring cause he wouldn’t be a real musician without some affiliating to doom let’s be real.

ACCESSORIES! - this man is a sucker for a good belt. not only bc he buys his jeans in 3 sizes from his normal size but because it makes the outfit together. if this man ever forgets to put a belt on just know he’s going to be in a pissy mood for the rest of the day. his go to besides belts is hats! specifically baseball ones. he doesn’t feel like styling his hair? no fear! his trusty acne studios cap is here! he also sometimes just shoves the cap on the inside of his pants as well just barely sticking out. yuji clocked him one time as to why he does it and his answer was simply ‘for the aesthetic’

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[ctheathy]

hello,could you make me a order of sh tails x reader but a psycho reader pls

Secret History Tails w/ psychopathic!Darling

Secret History Tails x Reader

General+Fluff Headcanons

Short Concept

Author’s note : Oh goodness gracious, yall have no idea the struggle I went through to try and write down the proper differences between Tails’ sociopathy, the darling’s psychopathy and make it work with one another💀

Okay, so instead of fitting the stereotypical agenda [Stab stab, murder, hysterical laughing... That], I again went for a more unique and realistic aspect on psychopathic behaviour

Wanted to change things up a little for once in a while, so for my og lovers; SH Tails back from Secret Histories was chosen

SH Tails/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Sociopathic behaviour • Psychopathic behaviour • Murder • Dysfunctional work from Tails • Implied manipulation

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We all know that this version of Tails has always been a little bit... Off. And definitely more on the unique side when it comes to any of the variants we’ve faced. He’d pretty unstable, that’s to say the least. Most screentime of his has already shown that he’s rather on the irresponsible side whenever it comes to his actions as well; causing chaos by throwing his intentions left and right, and dipping when being faced with the consequences. Creating his own little game in a sense of self gain and in order to get his goal succeeded, which at that time was holding the title of being Sonic’s best and only friend, feeling no remorse in removing whoever’s existence to get what he wants. But despite the clear target he’s had right from the start, there’s also been someone else who has briefly been catching his attention.

You two would have likely met around the main events of secret histories, when everybody got introduced to him, when all wasn’t brought into the danger zone just yet. And even while Sonic has continued flooding his erratic mind for a long time, he had always found you intriguing in a way, but for the longest time he couldn't put his mind to what it was that interested him so badly. Though questioning himself up until this point, his mesmerization with you had actually given quite a sense balance to him and his consciousness. Instead of the one-sided unhealthy attachment he had grown towards the blue blur, he was now able to connect with another in a more beneficial way for the both of you. You’d always notice the two tailed fox observing and just staring at you from a distance, but he never actually went out of his way to speak to you. Perhaps the denial for taking interest in another creature instead of just the well-known hero himself finding itself in the picture once again. But there ended up being one single occurrence that changed his entire point of view on this, a natural response that specifically stood out to him and connected all the dots in his mind.

His killings. He’s never actually felt uncertain when doing any of the dirty work, even considerably feeling proud of oneself when his efforts resulted into the final state that he oh-so desired. He was used to the horrified expressions lingering around the place whenever the now deformed body was found, but something that caught his eye even more so is how much your responses seemed to lack emotion despite it being highly inappropriate considering the circumstances. Usually traumatism would be all around visible in the discoverer’s eyes, but for you that had never been the case in the first place. The only thing you’d oftentimes let out being a mere “oh...” and although your facial features made a clear effort to contort in concern, no tears ever seemed to fall.

This was the absolute limit for the mobian. Not only didn’t you seem care much about your “friends’” little lives deep under that facade you tried keeping up to blend in in society, but you also weren’t fazed by any of the destruction he had caused? It had felt like a massive sensation of both relief and recognition for the fox, someone whom he could relate to on another level. This acknowledgement of similarities between you two having given him that one little push he needed to become just as endearing torwards you. He’d specifically encourage you in behaving the way you genuinely feel. It certainly cannot be a pleasant job to keep these disgusting masks plastered on your face all the time, and he truly wants to see you act on anything you may experience, feeling as if there’s much more to you other than making yourself out to be as the average person to “blend in” in such a hideous group of citizens.

Psychopaths are often known to lack both experience and the ability to connect with others, which could have lead to slight bumps in both of your bond with one another at first hand. Tails, however, is still quite the patient mobian; making sure to give you plenty of time to get accustomed to these new forms of relationships and to prevent being pushy about anything. Due to how much you both can see yourselves in eachother, Tails’ appearance could really be one of the best things that could have ever happened for you. Knowing how much he wouldn’t care for any of the things you’d do as long as you’re enjoying yourself either; he’d do quite literally anything to cover up for any unsavoury acts you might have caused in the present; as he is literally none the better himself.

Maintaining an actual relationship that could be considered real and trustworthy is immensely difficult for you, and though he is positive you do love him in your own way; do consider keeping up with any insecurity streaks that may appear in the fox from time to time. As even if you’re not affected by the extremes of emotions coming from another and the exposure to literal bodies laying numbly on the cold floor, you don’t want to know how unstable he can actually get.

On a different note though, he does understand what goes around in your head and the things you might be going through because of it; Even if truthfully saying, you don’t know any better. Your position causes a lot restrictions and other poor confinements for both yourself and those around you. But he couldn’t care less about them. You’re his main priority, and he doesn’t enjoy seeing you being talked down upon and complaints being thrown your way by some some pathetic observer’s life. Who are they to judge you based on first-time encounters anyways? Can’t they see how absolutely spectacular you are?? And he wouldn’t be the slightest bit of hesitant when rigging anything that might be on them at current timing, feeling zero regret when the reports of yet another discomposed body being found finds itself on the news. Feeling eerily lucky in a way that it is you who this work is being done for. He had already gotten a scolding by the other teammates and even Sonic himself, but even he knows he could get away with pretty much anything in your case. And he isn't planning on quitting these wrongdoings anytime soon as long as it could ensure your safety and satisfaction.

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[banrions]

regarding transformative works of my stuff

hey yall, a lil while back i found out that some of my fanfics were listed up on goodreads, and i felt very weird abt it. and did not want them there, and took steps to get them taken down. (they're not published works, i'm not a published author, and i don't want them up there). some fic writers might be cool with this (for fucks sake ASK THEM FIRST) but i am not.

i also fell down a bookbinding rabbit hole a few days ago, and just went and bought a bunch of supplies and want to get into fanbinding. SO, i figured now is a good a time as any to just make a general statement that ppl can find with what i'm cool with and what i'm fucking not.

*clears throat*

i welcome most transformative works, such as podfics, translations, handmade bind-ups, fanart, playlists, etc. and would LOVE, nay, ADORE to see the results! You do not need to seek individual permissions for these things. (but pls pls pls show me them!!!!)

however, no one has my permission to upload my works to goodreads, or to any other fanfiction site (ao3, ff.net. DW, LJ, wattpad, YOU GET THE POINT) in english. if you want to translate one of my works into a different language, then you may do so freely, so long as you credit me properly and link it back to my original fic. if you do so, please let me know! (i'll want to link mine to it as well).

seriously, please do not post my works onto goodreads again.

i absolutely do not give permission for anyone to monetize any aspect of my works. including, but not limited to: for-profit fan merch, or fanart, commissioned book binding/commercial printing of any of my works, locking access to typesets (or other transformative products of my work) behind subscription paywalls, or otherwise profiting from a product based on my works.

you do not have permission to attempt to fanbind my works with barnes & noble, lulu, etc. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THIS WAS A THING, but it is, and it's verging on illegal/copyright shit that i DO NOT want to deal with, and at the very least it’s DEF not ethical.

fandom is, and should be, free and collaborative. stop monitizing shit that you don't own.

at this time, i do not feel comfortable with allowing any of my works to be commissioned for fan binding. as such, i ask that any binders currently offering any of my works for commission remove them. this does not affect anyone who wishes to bind my works for themselves, (so long as it's not the above, B&N etc) or as free gifts (as in, zero exchange of money in any capacity). you have blanket permission to fanbind in that regard. if you do, PLEASE tag me/show me your creations, i'm trying to learn fanbinding myself and would very much love to see them!!

i think that covers it? if you're unsure on anything and you want to make something, just shoot me a dm and ask, i'm not on this site as regularly as i once was, but i promise that i will see it eventually!!! (most other places to find me are linked on my blog somewhere, but here, just in case you're feeling lazy).

[dietcokeplease]

Bruh youre so fucking rude and if you hate me and my house so much just fucking LEAVE ALREADY

Also like nice job forgetting to remove me from the gc until AFTER you bitch about me

Like i fucking care, make me out as the bad guy to your friends as much as you want, i have receipts and im not the asshole here

This shit makes me wanna start a reddit so i can make a post on AITA and send it to yall lolol

"They treat us like squatters just cause we dont pay rent" UHHH number 1: not paying rent (or even contributing to the household in a positive way) makes you squatters lol, and number 2: we treat you like squatters cause you act like squatters

Like, youre not entitled to my kindness or charity, stop acting like entitled brats

I literally saved you from homelessness (by your own admission) by inviting you into my home rent-free, gave you your own spaces and helped decorate and shit and told you not to worry about money cause i wanted you to feel at home and be able to save money to get back on your feet, but also never imposed strict time limits on how long you could stay) and in return you treated my home like some shitty motel that you can just trash and not do anything to contribute to the household like you said you would

Nothing in this world is free, someone has to pay for it, so i end up paying for you to live here through utilities (which youve also raised significantly by never turning electronics/lights off and leaving the front door wide open all the time), ON TOP of buying you groceries, your medications, and a bunch of non-essentials like video games and shit cause you're depressed and apparently not being able to play the newest video game makes you actively suicidal

Ive also driven you to multiple dr appts on 3+ hour roundtrips, also on my own dime, and volunteered to give you weekly injections so that you didnt have to remember to take a pill every day

I put up with you being straight up rude to me (comparing me to your abuser all because i said i wouldnt go out of my way to fix a mess that you created, hello??) and this is the thanks i get??

Like, i even wrote out the nicest msg i could to be like hey pls stop being asshole roommates or you gotta go, with a detailed list of the shit you regularly pull, but i never sent it cause i was hoping that nicely asking about individual issues would be enough

Specific examples not included- REPEATEDLY using my nice steak knives as regular knives (for shit like peanut butter, cutting brownies, etc) and leaving them lying around dirty despite the fact that ive asked multiple times to AT LEAST clean them and put them away right away, vaping inside and allowing guests to vape inside despite knowing the STRICT no smoking rule, repeatedly using other peoples things without asking and not at least putting it back where found (perfume, toothpaste, cologne, socks, hair bleach etc etc), eating the last of other ppls food (one time i got a dozen donuts and ate two, then when i came back not even 6hr later, the entire box was empty and no one had said a word to me, i had bought them for my sister who was visiting, who didnt get to have any), using the last of the toilet paper and instead of letting someone know or getting more, using paper towels (like were you raised in a barn?? Paper towels cannot go in the toilet), losing the only garage key when you shouldnt have even had it with you in the first place, and more that i cant even think of rn

So if you "feel like [your] at war constantly" then maybe stop doing shit that you know is going to start fights, aka stop stomping all over my boundaries

[huihuiheart]

Canvas - Part 2 - Woozi

Pairing: Dom! Jihoon x Sub! Afab Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary:  Part 2 of this - To Jihoon you were a beautiful piece of art, his perfect muse, but it only got that much better when he could add his own touch to the flawless canvas that was your skin.

Warnings: Dom/Sub themes, bondage, wax play, slight pain play, marking kink, hickies, cursing, light spanking/impact play, praise kink, implied oral (reader receiving), slight possessive kink, dirty talk, some degradation mixed into the dirty talk, sir kink, teasing, oral (fem receiving), fingering, slight overstim, unprotected sex (yall be safe seriously), mention of tears (pleasurable).

Word Count: 1628

“I love how it shows you off like my own personal piece of artwork. Something I created for our own private enjoyment. It only makes it better how you sing for me as I mark you up like this. Let’s see just how delightful you found it too, shall we?”

“And are you going to let me go to do that?” The sly smirk on Jihoon’s face should have been enough to answer you, but he humored you with a response anyways. One in the heady voice that takes over whenever you two are sharing moments like this, the moments when he’s giving in to his deepest desires with you. 

“Now where would the fun be in that baby girl?” Jihoon chuckled darkly, moving down between your legs, “After all you’re spread so pretty and helpless for me, it would be a damn shame not to take advantage of that.”

  His fingertips trail over your thighs, only gently brushing over the wax marking up your skin so as not to knock it off yet. No, he had things he had planned before removing that masterpiece to replace it with the one of you completely spent beneath him. He wished to look up at you squirming in pleasure from between your legs while still covered in drops of colors thanks to him. So that was exactly what he was going to do. Throwing you one last smirk along with a wink before his lips were finally on you, placing a gentle kiss as if he wasn’t about to sadistic as fuck in only a few moments. Wasting no more time before sucking harshly knowing you’d be sensitive from the build-up and fully intending to make you twitch. Chuckling against you when he hears you cry out to him again, hands grasping at the air in search of something to ground you despite the way you were tied up. 

“Jihoon pl-” You were about to resort to begging, but choosing the wrong words causes Jihoon to cut you off with a quick swat to your thigh, sending pieces of wax flying. 

“You wanna try that again slut? I know you know what to say, I’ve spent a lot of time training you. Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten. Be a damn shame to have to start over with you.” Jihoon nearly growls against you, moving farther away from where you want him with each word.

“Sir! Sir, please!” You’re quick to correct, perhaps not quick enough though seeing as how Jihoon doesn’t seem in any rush to answer your pleas. Not in action that is.

“Please what baby? You have to tell me what it is you want.” Jihoon’s fingers dance over where his hand had hit earlier, brushing against the stinging flesh and lighting it ablaze with a soothing sensation. Not soothing the ache you really wanted him to however. 

“You! I just want you!” You try again, hips raising as best they can in your position as if attempting to spur him on again. 

“So desperate. It’s really quite adorable.” He chuckles, ducking between your legs again and causing you to breathe out in relief, prematurely however as he passes up your heat in favor of where your thigh meets it, speaking against the sensitive flesh, “ But still not good enough. Try harder for me. Like the sweet little whore I know you are for me, baby. I really want you singing for me tonight.”

“Sir you already marked my skin so pretty, why don’t you claim me in another way now? Mark me with your cum?” You played into his slightly possessive nature hoping it would be the right button to press at this moment to get exactly what you wanted.

From the way his eyes darkened further, nipping against the flesh he had been sucking a dark mark into with a low growl it seemed as though you might finally be successful. He caught on when your lips twitched as if to pull up into a smirk.

“Oh don’t get all smug on me now slut. You still need to do something for me to earn my cock. You gotta cum for me like a good girl first.” Jihoon’s lips wrap around your clit again as he slips two fingers in, curling them in a way he knows you like. Prepared to break you down again just as quickly as you had tried to build yourself back up from his last round of teasing. A shiver running down his spine when your sounds fill the room again, pulling his mouth away for a second only to drip more praises onto you, “Prettier than any song I could ever sing, yet it’s still my own creation, hm?”

“Make me cum and I’ll be even louder for you.” You promise him as if he didn’t already know how to get that from you anyways. 

“Oh, I bet you will, besides baby you’re stuck here being my good girl for as long as I please tonight.” Jihoon chuckles, letting you know that while he was playing nice for now things might not stay that way. Not that he gave you any time to process that, instead focusing on making you cum so he could have you. 

Typically he’d be making you orgasm back to back, but tonight once you cum you got some time to catch your breath. Watching through hooded lids as Jihoon finally moved to unbutton his shirt and slip it off. Finally gracing you with the sight of his skin. His pants follow rather quickly before he slows things down again. Working to undo the ties around your legs before massaging the muscles after being like that for so long, in addition to working off any wax still left behind. Moving up your form as you calmed down, until all the wax was gone, but not untying your hands yet. Placing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips as you fully come to your senses again, seeming to have missed when he had finished stripping until feeling his cock against your folds. 

“There’s my pretty girl, back with me.” Jihoon smiles down at you, cupping your cheeks for a moment, brushing over them before his hands lower again, gripping the back of your thighs and bringing them up to leave himself full access again, “Just in time for me to make her feel good again.”

“You promise?” You ask dazed out again as you watch him shift before slowly pushing in, taking his time with you.

“I do.” He agrees without hesitation, placing a kiss on your knee as he waits a moment for you to adjust. 

Jihoon still seems to be in no rush despite having built up to this all night, keeping his pace slow, but every thrust deep and hard enough to rock the bed. Eyes locked on your face as he rolls his hips into yours, smug over the way your thighs quiver with each move he makes again. As if you’re not loud enough thanks to him though he moves your one knee over his shoulder, freeing a hand to come around and rub your clit now. 

“Should have set up a microphone for you baby, it’s a damn shame the world is missing out on such a pretty song. Though if they heard I might have to be a little jealous.” He tells you before chuckling when he notices how his dirty talk makes you clench around him, “Oh? Do you like that? I knew you would... you see that’s part of what makes you my girl. The way you turn into a filthy slut for my cock.”

“Tell me more.” You pant out, body strung like a live wire ready to be set off with just the right words.

“Tell me more, what?” Jihoon corrects you for the second time tonight, hand lightly slapping at your clit this time and watching how your back arches as a result.

“Sir! Please tell me more sir!” You pull yourself together to say, blinking through a light shimmer of tears, teetering so close to the edge and yet not falling just yet.

“There’s my good girl using her fucking manners... You know... your pretty little sounds aren’t the only thing I’d like to capture of you. I wanna take a picture of you looking like this for me. Have it turned into the prettiest portrait for me to frame. I’d hang it in my studio, but then it might just become a distraction. Make me think of you even more than I already do. Send me running home ready to fuck you to sleep.” Jihoon leans in to give you the last little push you need to shatter beneath him so perfectly, “I’d only want it if it was a picture of your cumming for me though. That’s when you look prettiest. So go on baby...show me.”

You couldn’t deny Jihoon even if any part of you had wanted to, not when he knew you too well and was doing everything right. He wasn’t far behind you, however, just as worked up from it all. Not forgetting to untie your hands after cumming deep inside you. Working the exhausted muscles in your arms before laying beside you to pull you into his. Something that was short-lived though when he flipped you over on top.

“Don’t tell me you’re tired baby. Don’t you want to repay me for everything? After all, we did have a lot of stress to work out tonight.” Jihoon teases taking in your fucked out form. You’re not one to back down from a challenge however, nails lightly raking down his chest.

“You know what I do think you could use some marks to match mine.”

[cowboy-like-mee]

my baby

summary: porn without plot

warnings: smut (oral f receiving, oral m receiving, unprotected sex, slight choking, spanking, spitting, daddy kink) 

word count: 2.3k

a/n: haven’t written in a few months so this is probably bad but its’s fine lmao. pls leave feedback and reblog. love yall! also happy hrammy’s day!!!!!!

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Your eyes are locked on the movie, completely engrossed in the movie playing on the TV in front of you. Suddenly you feel Harry’s lips connect to the base of your neck. Your eyes close and your hands fly to the back of his neck in reflex. You entwine your hands with the curls on the back of his neck and let your head slowly roll over to allow him more access to your neck.

He hums, “Feel so horny right now.” He licks up the expanse of your neck, leaving a cool trail of saliva. He nibbles on your jawline. One of his hands trails up your thigh and he squeezes the top of it near your core. You let out a low moan.

He shifts back against the couch and pulls you on top of him, sitting right over his length, which you can feel is already rock hard. You begin slowly grinding down on his cock and you feel yourself getting wetter. He grips the back of your neck and crashes his lips to yours. You open your mouth in instinct and feel his tongue enter your mouth. Your tongues glide together as you continue rolling your hips down onto his. He bucks up occasionally trying to get more friction.

You pull back, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. His eyes are blown out and his lips are swollen, looking as beautiful as ever. You kiss down the length of his neck, making sure to leave a mark in a few places. When you reach the hem of his T-shirt, you pull it over his head and then continue kissing down his hard chest, making sure to swirl his nipples in your mouth. As you lower down to his cock, he gets impatient and begins unbuckling his belt and slides his jeans down his legs.

“Can I fuck your mouth, baby?” He pants.

You nod and pull his boxers down his legs. His cock slaps against his stomach and he hisses. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and pump slowly. His jaw clenches and he wraps his fingers in your hair, forcing your head down.

“Open up, darling.” He spreads his precome around on your lips and you lick it up before opening your mouth for him. He lowers your head down on his length and moans at the feeling of your wet mouth around him.

He pushes you down further until he curves down the back of your throat. You gag around him and his jaw drops at the feeling. “Fuck, y/n.” He moans. He begins slowly lifting your head and lowering it again to prepare you. He locks eyes with you and you nod as best as you can with his cock down your throat. He wraps your hair around his fist and begins bucking his hips into your mouth. His tip repeatedly hits the back of your throat. Vulgar noises fill the room, along with his throaty moans.

He feels his release bubbling up in his tummy, and as soon as it’s about to hit him, he pulls you off of him. Your lips are swollen and your chin is dripping with a mix of saliva and his precome. “So fucking beautiful baby.” He rests his hand on the side of your face and leans down to kiss you. You moan into his mouth. He stands up and pulls you up along with him. He picks you up by the back of your thighs and walks into your shared bedroom.

He tosses you onto the bed, before crawling over you. He quickly discards your oversized T-shirt, leaving you only in a small pair of lace panties, which your sopping cunt has soaked up. He rips the dainty fabric in two and brings it up to his mouth. He licks your slickness covering the fabric and moans.

“Mmm, so fucking good. Can I have a taste?”

“Yes, daddy.” Your chest is rising and falling quickly. He quickly pecks your lips and begins kissing down your beautiful body, making sure to spend extra time on your chest and pebbled nipples. He sucks a dark love bite on your inner thigh and then kisses his way to your slick core. He licks a fat stripe up your pussy and then latches onto your clit, sucking it into his mouth. Your back arches off the bed as he continues to eat you out.

He licks into you for thirty minutes, bringing you close to the edge, and then backing off. Every time you get closer to coming, he pulls back and watches you squirm as he edges you. He brings his middle and ring finger to your opening and shoves them in. He feels you clench around his fingers as he continually curves them to hit the spot on your front wall. He kitten licks your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. Your moans are uncontrollably spilling out of you.

“Tell me when you’re about to come.” He mumbles into your core. He picks up the pace of his fingers and nibbles on your swollen clit. You know what he’s doing, and you almost don’t want to tell him so you can orgasm, but you decide against it knowing it’ll only be worse if you disobey him.

“Fuck! I’m about to come daddy!” You scream out. He immediately halts all his actions and leans back from you, completely removing himself from you. You scream at the feeling of your almost orgasm, knowing it would only take the smallest of touches on your clit to send you over the edge. He watched your body writhe on the bed, trying to calm down from the feeling of being edged for nearly an hour.

He leans down and kisses you sweetly on the lips. Your tongue lazily drags against his. He’s careful not to apply any pressure to your body as he hovers over you. He pulls back from you and looks at your appearance. You have tears stains streaking your cheeks and your face is red. “Always so fucking perfect, my love.” He says to you. You whimper in response. He smirks at you and situated himself on his knees between your legs.

“I want you to come on my cock before I fuck you.” He says darkly into your ear. He leans back on his knees, gripping both of your knees with his large hands, and pushes them up to your chest as far as your body will let you. He leans down and presses a wet kiss on the inside of your knee, sucking slightly. You’re panting at this point, desperate to come after being edged for what has felt like hours at this point.

He grips his thick length in his hand and pumps himself while looking directly into your eyes. Your jaw drops at his actions. He grips your jaw to keep your mouth open and spits directly into your mouth.

“Swallow.” He demands. You obey immediately, not wanting to put your orgasm off any longer.

“What do you say?” He says as he pushes the head of his cock into your entrance, not going any further. You let out a low moan at the feeling of him inside of you. Your hips buck, trying to feel more of him. He harshly grips the back of your thigh, pushing it further into your chest. He holds you so firmly you have no room to move.

“Don’t fucking move or you won’t be coming tonight.” You still your body, trying to ignore the sting in your lower tummy. The knot that’s been building up for hours waiting to be released sitting uncomfortably in your core.

“Please, fuck me, daddy. I need to come so bad. Wanna feel you. Fuck, I need you. Make me come, daddy.” You whine out, gripping his biceps in your hands. He smirks and pushes fully into you in one smooth stroke. His tip is touching that sweet spot deep inside of you only he can find. The feeling of him inside of you is unlike anything else. The weight of him on top of you, the sweat that’s glistening on his hairline, the muscles that are clenching on his stomach.

 Everything about him is perfect.

He moans out at the feeling of your tight, hot cunt sheathed around his cock. He so desperately wants to pound into your pussy until he comes deep inside of you, but he resists.

“Fuck, please move, Harry.” Your nails dig into his arms harder as you try not to move to feel even more of him.

“That’s not my name baby.” He smirks cockily and releases his grip on your thighs. They fall down around his waist as he grips your throat, the feeling of his cool rings touching your hot skin makes you gasp.

“Daddy, please. I-i, fuck I-“ Your words get cut off as his fingers start to rub tight circles on your swollen clit.

“Shit!” You moan loudly.

“How should I make you come first? With my fingers or the vibrator?” He continues rubbing delicately on your clit. He’s trying not to burst at the way your cunt is clenching around him. He needs you to come in the next two minutes or he’s gonna embarrass himself.

“You- fuck!” Your words get cut off with a moan as he picks up the pace of his fingers. “You choose, daddy.”

“Good choice, baby.” He grabs the vibrator laying next to you on the bed and switches it to the highest setting. He feels you clench around him at the sound of the buzzing filling the air. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Fucking slut, aren’t you darling?” He presses the vibrator right above where you need it most.

“Yes, daddy. I’m your slut. Please let me come, need it so bad.” You cry out.

“Daddy’s got you, baby. Come for me, baby. Wanna feel you.” He moves the vibrator directly on top of your clit. You moan out loudly and grip onto his shoulders. He loves the feeling of your pussy throbbing around him and your nails digging into his back. He can feel your walls getting slicker as you approach your release.

“I’m gonna come! Fuck, can I come? Please, please...”

“Come.” As soon as he commands you, you release around him. His jaw clenched as he feels you coming. He shifts his hips forward as you come to press against the sweet spot inside of you even more. You’re clenching around him so fucking beautifully and he can’t take it anymore. He begins pounding into you, still holding the vibrator right over your clit. You feel so fucking sensitive, you don’t know if you want him to stop or completely ruin you.

“Fuck! You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight for me. Gonna come again baby?” He moans.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as another orgasm washes over you without warning. He groans loudly and fucks into you faster. He switches the vibrator off and throws it carelessly next to you. He pulls out of you and flips you around easily. He shoves your head into the pillow and pulls your hips back to meet his as he pushes into you again without warning.

His hand pushes onto your back to arch it perfectly for him. He’s hitting every spot inside of you so fucking perfect, you can feel another release building up already. You don’t know how he does it, but it’s the least of your worries right now.

He’s gripping onto your hips harshly and pulling you back to meet his thrusts. He’s mesmerized by the way your ass bounces off his hips and the sight of his cock disappearing into you over and over and over again. He slaps your ass, seeing it instantly turn an angry shade of red with the shape of his handprint.

“Shit. So fucking perfect for me, y/n.” You moan in response, gripping the sheets in your hands. He grabs the back of your neck, pulling your back up to meet his chest. He grips your throat and turns your head to look back at him. He meets his mouth with yours in a teeth-clashing, sloppy kiss. He pulls back and rests his forehead in the crook of your neck. His pace has changed to slow languid strokes.

“Please, come daddy. Want you to fill me up.” You whine out, feeling so sensitive.

“So fucking close, darling. Come with me.” He tightens his grip on your throat and moves his other hand to your lower tummy, applying pressure. He feels himself moving in and out of you and it drives him fucking crazy.

“Can feel me right here.” He says lowly into your ear. He moves his hand further to rub lazy circles into your clit.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m coming!” You moan as your release hits you in a weaker, but still powerful orgasm. As soon as he feels you throbbing around him, he grunts and coats your walls with his come. He lazy pumps into you to prolong both of your orgasms before pulling out completely. You collapse onto the pillow in front of you again, and he watches his orgasm drip out of you. It’s the most stunning sight to him, the mix of both of your releases on your core.

He lies down next to you and pulls you into his chest. He kisses your forehead and rests his head in the crook of your neck, affectionately kissing up the length of your neck until he reaches your lips and lazily pecks them. You giggle sleepily and kiss all over his face in return.

“I love you.”

“I love you so much, baby.”

[bonny-kookoo]

Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Please consider supporting me on Ko-Fi.com/bonnykookoo. Thank you for reading.

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Brothers’ Reaction to MC getting sick

Genre: fluff Warnings: suggested smut on Satan’s and Asmo’s parts

Lucifer: 

bruh

he told you not to go running out in the rain in practically nothing 

but did you listen? 

of course not 

demons don’t get sick like humans do, so when you get sick, he’s at a lost 

why is the human body so weak??

you explain to him that it’ll only last a week at most if you do the proper steps to get yourself back to being healthy

he cuddles and kisses you even though you tell him not to because you don’t want to get him sick 

he only laughs and explains to you that demons don’t get sick in the same ways that humans do 

he literally buries you in blankets and stays with you all day every day until you’re back to perfect health 

he’s sure to make you soup and foods that’ll help you stay hydrated and will give you plenty of nutrients 

he doesn’t show it but he’s worried and it breaks his heart to see you like this 

Mammon:

you’re what now ???

oh! Sick! Yeah. The Great Mammon knows all about that 

not 

this demon doesn’t know the first thing when it comes to humans being sick 

you tell him the basics before he goes to Satan to get more information 

normally, he wouldn’t care but he wants his baby to be healthy and happy 🥺🤲

how else is he supposed to survive school, and go shopping, and eat meals with his brothers, and basically everything else that he can do perfectly on his own but doesn’t want to unless you’re there 

he gets Beel to help him make soup and other foods that will help you get better 

he babies you constantly by getting you everything you need 

he makes you stay in his bed so that you ‘don’t miss him all day’ when Lucifer forces him to go to school 

gives you kisses basically every five mins and if he isn’t physically there, he’ll text you virtual kisses

when you’re finally better, he’s beyond happy and drags you to go do everything and anything 

Levi:

knows a moderate amount of information about human illness

definitely looks up a bunch of stuff to help him out though 

he then gets scared seeing how weak the human body is 

why does so much stuff come out of you???

after finding out so much horrid information, he’s determined to bring you back to health 

he hordes you in his room with him and refuses to leave unless it’s to get something you need 

he plays video games with you(unless you just wanna watch) and watches a bunch of tv with you as well 

doesn’t let you watch anything sad because he doesn’t need you being any more dehydrated than you already are 

he’s relieved when you finally get better, a weight leaving his shoulders 

“Oh, thank goodness. I thought you were going to die,” he sighs

you squawk at him as you hit him, screeching at him that you were fine 

Satan:

y’all already know that this man knows everything there is to know about the human body 

you end up being back to full health in like three days 

this man knows what he’s doing 

he knows just the right foods to make, knows the exact temperature to make the room that will make you comfortable, and literally everything else

he knows more about the human body than you do 

throughout the time that you’re sick though, he gives you the same amount of kisses, hugs, and cuddles that he normally would 

if not more

when you try to scold him, he explains to you that it’s completely fine and your human sickness will not effect his demon body

when you’re all good again, he’s proud of himself 

you, of course, reward him with a prize of his choosing ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

Asmo:

doesn’t really know about human illnesses but knows self care 

he pampers you with hot bath/showers and body rubs 

he also asks Satan about what’s wrong with you and learns quite a bit 

he does his best to make you food that’ll heal you but normally just sticks to soup, veggies, and fruit 

he makes you drink lots of water as well 

after a couple days, he starts to curse the human body 

“Baby, I hate that you’re sick. I’m so horny and you can’t help me at all,” he whines

pout mode: on 

does his best not to say or do anything that will turn you on 

it helps that you’re groggy and don’t really feel good 

he still slips up sometimes though 

if you start giving him sly touches and lidded eyes, this man dips

he just leaves and ends up rubbing one out because he can’t get your touches or looks out of his head

when you’re finally better, this man goes round after round until your begging for him to stop with tears flooding down your face

Beel:

has no idea what to do 

is quick to ask Satan and learn more about your situation 

this baby is so upset that you’re going through this 🥺 pls I’m literally so soft thinking about him rn I-

comes back to you with the biggest pout and the roundest eyes, genuinely so distraught over your condition 

you’re quick to reassure him that you’re fine other than a few symptoms and that’ll you be fine in like a week 

cue him smiling that cute smile of his 🥺YALL ITS 7 AM IM TOO SOFT

he quickly tells you that you don’t have to worry about a thing

and he stays true to his word

this demon doesn’t let you get out of bed unless it’s to go to the bathroom or to do some stretches 

he makes you THE best food you’ve ever had in your entire life 

he doesn’t go to school either, scared that something will happen to you while he’s gone 🥺GOD PLS

when you’re back to being healthy, he’s literally so happy 

holds you for the longest time before taking you out to do stuff 

he makes sure that you get some exercise since you’ve been in bed for a while 

Belphie: 

is vv confused 

definitely has no clue what to do 

asks Satan and kind of has an idea now 

he has Beel make you healthy, nutritious food 

spends all day everyday cuddling you and napping with you 

gives you sweet kisses and plays with your hair while you lay in bed curled up together

he also likes bathing and showering with you to help you clean up 

doesn’t want you to exert yourself in any shape, way, or form, so you can count on him to be there to do everything for you 

let’s you pick whatever movies you want to watch 

doesn’t want to start another new show with you but can’t say no to your red nose and pouty lips

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[perhapsthanatos]

05:23 am with kun ♡

nct's kun x gn!reader (i got inspired when researching about hades & persephone’s myth/story for a project as well as watching an unhealthy amount of apartment tour videos on youtube while feeling incredibly lonely + the songs listed below)

alternate title: the devil i know well

genre: a tiny bit of angst. mainly fluff. non idol au. demon boyfriend!au.

word count: 800~

playlist: door by caroline polachek, nightime by oklou & backseat by charli xcx ft. carly rae jepsen.

warnings: none. lower case intended.

a/n: hello again yes im back & way sooner than i thought :)) tysm for giving love to odd counterpoises, in all honesty i didnt expect ppl to like it nor did i expect that much attention given to it it bc tbh it was kinda rushed, but bc of that i immediately got motivated to do this fic & better this time i promise ♡ this fic was actually supposed to be a winwin fic but after seeing kick back & getting aggressively biased wrecked i just had to give it to kun & plus i felt it fit better :(( hope u enjoy!!! oh & i almost forgot to mention but did yall see that one vid w kun w red hair omg pls

your eyes struggle to stay open and focused on the television in front of you. it plays some sort of dramatic film that you haven’t been paying attention to. but it’s not like you remember any of the other plots of the previous films from awhile ago anyway. you were simply trying to stay awake, waiting for your boyfriend to come home. but with the given hour, you easily start to doze off, your body disregarding the cup of coffee you took 2 hours ago.

“funny, i knew that i’d find you here.”

your head snaps up and meets kun’s gaze. he’s at the door way removing his black blazer, hanging it on one of the hooks by the entrance. you look at him in awe as he unbuttons a few buttons of his white dress shirt. for a demon, he looks incredibly angelic, even in the dim lighting. his hair is red with messy waves, his glasses are resting on the tip of his nose and his yellow eyes seem more tired than usual. he removes his shoes and walks over to you, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“did you sleep alright today?” you stay silent for a bit, eliciting a laugh from him (which shows off a bit of his cute fangs) and continues before you can even object. “don’t you dare lie. it’s so easy to tell.”

“stop making fun of me,” you pout, crossing your arms and turning away. his heart wavers, you’re too adorable for him to handle.

“no, no. i just think that it’s cute that you stay up for me.” he smiles, turning to you again, tucking a stand of heir behind your ear lovingly. “as much as i should be scolding you… i can’t help but be flattered that you do this for me. i know its been kinda hard that we can’t see each other as much as we’d and it’s a bit annoying that hell is nocturnal but at least i have something to look forward to when my day ends.”

he runs his thumb over your burning cheek as you take your finger to push up the bridge of his glasses which were threatening to fall off. “anyway, dearest one, let’s get to bed. i’m not gonna let you fall asleep on the couch like last time,” he starts to lift you off bridal style. “will you come with, though?” you ask, resting your head in the crook of his neck, starting to doze off again. “duh. going to bed is a group activity, you dummy.” he snickers as you flick one of the small horns on his forehead in retaliation, too lazy to argue.

reaching the master’s room, he sets you gently on the bed, watching as you settle in the blankets. he moves to the other side, setting his glasses on the nightstand, then climbing in as well. “i’ll change later. i’ve waited the entire day for this.”

you lift up the other side of the blanket and welcome him in. on instinct the both of you easily attach to each other. your head nuzzled in his neck, and his cheek resting on you’re forehead. he sighs in content.

“oh, have i told you that i love you today?”

“you said it earlier, before you left.”

“well, i’m saying it again. i love you so, so, much and i want things to be like this forever.”

you pause for a moment, eyes now wide open. you look up at him. “you’re getting sappy so suddenly again, what’s wrong?“

“no, no, it’s fine. there’s just a lot on my mind, that’s all.” he sighs, the mood slowly shifting.

“you know you can tell me, right? you don’t have to, but it might make you feel better? promise.”

he looks at you and takes a deep breath, taking his hands and cupping your cheeks, making you look straight into his golden irises.

”like i said, i love you. i really do. but you’re a human and i’m a demon. other demons will try to have a go at you, angels will try to come ‘save you’ from me, and humans will see you as a victim.” he pauses for a bit before continuing. “but i don’t care about any of that. i love you, and that's all that matters. i will forever move heaven, hell and earth to keep us together.” he speaks softly and slowly, a tone that assures you completely despite the initial fear.

“but please,” he shushes you, placing your head back gently on his shoulder, beginning to stroke your hair. ”i don’t want any of us to worry about that. right now it’s time for bed, you haven’t slept at all and i’ve had a busy day.”

“mhm, alright. i love you lots, beb.” you place a sleepy kiss on his lips as he smiles into it.

“goodnight lovely, i love you too. so, so much,” he whispers as you both fall into a deep slumber.

© perhapsthanatos (efa)

[wlwreader]

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A/N: Hey yall! its currently 4 am exactly as i type this out and ive just finished this. id just like to say ive been working on this all day while i was at work and its unedited so if you see any mistakes pls let me know! also, it may not be the best (my dialogue is a weak point that im trying to improve upon through this hopefully) but other than that i hope you guys enjoy 😌

Warnings: light (imo) dom/sub, tiny bit of degradation, oral on toys, mommy kink

WC: 2k+

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Your desperate moans were the only sound in the room as you laid in bed, wrists and ankles each tied to a bedpost as the vibrator pressed snugly against your aching clit buzzed to life again. Natasha sat comfortably a few feet away on the desk chair in your shared room, one hand casually stroking the strap-on she wore while the other slowly turned the vibrator up with the remote. You vaguely registered the squeak of the chair as Natasha rose and walked towards the bed before you felt her hands caress the insides of your thighs.

“I love the noises you make, always so desperate for my touch, isn’t that right?”

Your legs are trembling at this point as an orgasm rapidly approaches making you choke on a moan. A sudden slap to your face has your cunt clenching around nothing and your attention on Natasha as she grips your cheeks to bring your gaze to hers. The vibrations against your pussy dies down and she removes the toy as she speaks up again. 

 “Isn’t that right slut?”

You’re quick to nod, voice shakily following after with a soft whimper of ‘Yes mommy’ before she’s releasing your face with a hum of approval. 

  “Good girl.”

You have no idea how long you’ve been at this. Two, maybe three hours? But you do know that if she doesn’t let you cum soon, you’re liable to fucking lose it.

“Mommy, please.” it’s gasped out as Natasha teases two fingers along your slit, barely dipping into your entrance before repeating the motion. Your hips cant up, silently begging for more and she tsks before slapping your clit in warning.

“Please what, slut?”

“Let me cum mommy, please.”

She tilts her head as she considers you, eyes roaming your exposed and spread body while her fingers continue to lazily run through your folds.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?”

Teasing texts and naughty photos briefly flash through your mind as you remember why you’re even in this situation. You cast your eyes downwards as you sadly reply with a no. There’s a twinkle of amusement in Natasha’s eyes while she takes in your sullen expression, lips pouty while tears of frustration slowly start to glaze over your eyes. Perhaps she’s punished you enough for tonight.

“I’ll let you cum, but...” She trails off as your gaze snaps to meet hers, eagerly awaiting for her to continue, “For each minute it takes you to finish, is how many days you’ll have to wait before I’ll allow you to cum again, understood?”

You don’t think twice before vigorously shaking your head in agreement, barely missing the mischievous smirk she’s wearing as she finally lowers her head between your legs. Pillowy lips brush along the sensitive skin of the insides of your thighs before the sharp sensation of her biting down follows and you whimper. You feel more than hear the small laugh, cool air fanning across your soaked center and your clit throbs. You hear the click of her unlocking her phone and watch as she starts a timer, before she disappears between your legs again.

 Natasha’s mouth hovers over your dripping cunt for a few seconds of teasing before her tongue is dragging through your folds, You tug subconsciously at the restraints, wrists red and aching, as you hopelessly try to dig your fingers into her soft, fiery hair and bury her face into your pussy. She repeats the action and you whine helplessly, just barely stopping your hips from bucking up into her warm mouth.

She stiffens her tongue and flicks across your clit causing your back to arch up off the bed and your eyes to squeeze shut, a low moan tumbling from your parted lips. You can feel the way she smiles against you before she’s tracing circles around the nub with the tip of her tongue. Toes curling and hands gripping desperately to the soft ropes binding them, your moans grow louder and louder as your orgasm steadily approaches. Natasha teases two fingers against your entrance, dipping them in till the first knuckle before pulling out and easily sinking three fingers into your sopping hole.

The sudden feeling of finally being filled after hours of edging and teasing has you choking down a sob of relief.

“Oh, does that feel good baby?” She coos after pulling away from your sensitive clit. The lower half of her face is covered in your slick and you clench around the digits inside of you at the sight. 

“Y-yes, mommy. So good.” The last word is dragged out into a moan as you feel Nat curl her fingers, grazing against your g-spot. Her mouth is on your clit again, suctioned between her lips as she rolls her tongue over the nub in ways that are both heavenly and sinful. You’re so close to finally cumming, hips rutting up to meet each thrust of her fingers and mouth dropped open as moans flow freely. The rhythmic fluttering of your walls has Natasha pulling away, fingers stilling inside of you and you let out a pitiful whine.

“Did you think you were allowed to cum without my permission?” She smirks down at you as the tears of frustration from before return full force, slowly dribbling down the sides of your face. Your voice is quiet and tentative as you try to respond.

“But, you sai—“

“What’s my first rule princess?”

“But!”

She’s quick to cut you off, a slender hand snaking around your throat and squeezing in warning. 

“Don’t forget who’s in charge slut. I can simply just not let you cum tonight, is that what you want?” Her eyes are dark as she watches you shake your head no before traveling to her phone, the timer still running.

“Plus, I know you can last longer than four minutes.” 

A nod and her hand is off your throat, traveling to untie your restraints before gripping your hair and pulling you into a bruising kiss. Her tongue is in your mouth before you have time to process and you moan at the taste of yourself. Natasha shifts, the strap-on you forgot she had been wearing pressing against your thigh. She pulls back with your bottom lip caught between her teeth before releasing it and using her grip in your hair to guide your mouth to the head of her strap.

“Suck.” The edge to her voice has you doing exactly what she says without any hesitation. Your lips wrap around the tip, tongue teasing along the underside before she’s pushing in deeper. The head hits the back of your throat and you gag while your hands move to grip the smooth skin of her hips.

“Breathe through your nose and quit acting like you haven’t done this before.” 

With those words her hips pull out halfway before pushing in until your nose is pressed against the base of the harness. Natasha face fucks you in earnest and you'd be lying if you said you weren’t incredibly turned on, sitting in a small forming puddle of your own desire. Spit drips down your chin to land on the tops of your breasts. 

“You like that slut? Love sucking mommy’s cock, don’t you princess?” Your eyes meet her gaze, taking in her blown pupils and plump lips, traces of your wetness still glistening around her mouth and chin. 

You mumble a yes around the toy in your mouth and soon after Natasha is pushing you off before turning you around and pressing your face into the mattress and pulling on your hips so your ass is in the air. 

“Look at how wet you are baby, you’re dripping.” 

You can feel her gaze locked onto your pussy. One hand caresses your ass, cheeks still stained red from the spankings you had received before all of this started, while the other jerks the fake cock between her legs.

“You ready, princess?” 

“Yes, mommy.” You can barely contain the excitement in your voice and Nat seems to notice. She lets out a soft chuckle in your ear as she drapes herself over you, bare breasts and hard nipples pressing into your back while the strap-on nudges against your clit. Kisses rain down across your shoulders as lines the head of the toy with your entrance and pushes in. 

A moan is pulled out of you from the stretch and it drags on as she slowly sheaths herself inside you to the hilt. Seconds pass and then she’s fucking into you with deep, rough thrusts that jostle you forward. You don’t even bother trying to stay quiet, knowing that everyone was currently at the compound. With the way she was rolling her hips against you, you’re sure it’d be impossible to not moan with abandon, Avengers be damned. 

The words, “If you keep moaning like a bitch in heat like that princess, everyones going to hear you getting fucked.” are panted against your ear as her thrusts pick up pace. You feel cool air prickle at your sweat covered back as Natasha leans back onto her knees, her hands gripping your hips to pull you back to meet each movement of her own hips. 

“But you don’t care do you?” the growl in her voice has your cunt clinging to the toy plunging in and out of you, “You want everyone in the compound to know you’re mine. That this pussy is mine. That I’m the only one who can fuck you this good.”

Her arm wraps around your waist and you feel her fingers press into your clit, rubbing persistent circles, and you cry out.

“F-fuck.. Yes, mommy it's all for you.” 

You feel Nat shift behind you before her cock is hitting an all new angle, head pushing against your g-spot with every single thrust into you. Mouth dropped open in a silent scream, your legs start to tremble and you twist your hands into the sheets, gripping them tightly.

“You wanna cum princess?” A nod of your head is your reply.

“Beg me.” 

You don’t even hesitate before the words are flowing from your lips, so desperate to finally reach your climax that you’ll do anything at this point. 

“Please make me cum, mommy. Your cock feels so good stretching my pussy, I wanna cum for you so badly mommy.” Your voice trembles, each word harder to get out than the last as she continues to rut into you without a care in the world. 

“Good girl.” the words come out in a purr as Natasha scrapes her nail gently across your clit and you just barely stop your orgasm, a loud whine tumbling helplessly from your mouth. 

“You may cum, princess.” 

A few more thrust and a soft pinch to your clit has you careening head first into climax, face buried into the bed as you cry out her name. It’s intense and long and your body is still trembling a minute after as you try your best to catch your breath.

“You did so well for me baby.” Your caring girlfriend is now back, slowly pulling out of your abused little hole and peppering kisses across your shoulder blades and you laugh breathlessly. How someone could be so loving and sweet and still fuck you like a whore will never cease to amaze you, but you don’t mind.

The toy is quickly removed and tossed away somewhere in your room, she could worry about cleaning it later when you didn’t need soft caresses and sweet praises whispered to you. Natasha pulls you into her embrace, fingers brushing the hair from your sweaty forehead before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You tuck your head into the crook of her neck, lips pressed to the smooth skin there, while your eyes slowly drift shut. Her fingers run through your hair, softly scratching at your scalp and you hum in content, snuggling in closer to your girlfriend. 

“You lasted fourteen minutes, baby. Looks like you won’t be cumming again for two weeks.” 

You let out a huff of air in protest, too tired to actually argue about it right now with sleep already starting to creep into your consciousness. Nat seems to sense this and she asks Jarvis to turn the lights off and the red shining through your eyelids fades away. You mumble out a tired ‘I love you’ and faintly hear her responding ‘I love you more’ before dreamland is calling your name.

[amarlyx]

lil preview of an upcoming fic baybeyyy

hiii yall this a preview of a fic im writing,,, pls let me know if theres any mistakes / confusing bits ! its been like five yrs since ive written anything sjsbsb

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"Adrien, don't be ridiculous." She states flatly, turning the handle of the sink, as though he was stupid for so much as thinking it.

"This," she gestures wildly between the two of them, picking up a barely-dirty plate, "is bigger than you seem to think it is. We're running a business, Adrien."

He scoffs, feeling the stone in his stomach turn over. Any attempts on Kagami's end to shut down this conversation are null and void, she knows, as she continues washing the remaining dishes. She purposefully slows her movements on the next plate she picks up, breathing shallow. She tries desperately to keep focused on the task at hand, though she can feel the pressure of his emerald gaze, heavy on her. She can't avoid this forever, but she hopes maybe, maybe she'll get lucky and he'll see how busy she is. Maybe he'll decide to let it go another night.

But Kagami is no Ladybug.

"Of course," he mutters, eyes ripping themselves off of her, as he starts slowly pacing the kitchen. "My apologies. I should've expected that was all this was to you. Just another business."

"Adrien, you know that's not true," she replies sternly, furiously scrubbing at a stain on his favorite glass. But he isn't listening. "You know I love you. That's why I'm doing what's best for us - for our future," she finishes, golden eyes searching his, though he doesn't search back. She sighs, eyes trailing back to the glass. She prays to any god who will listen that he'll sense the desperation in her otherwise cold voice.

Dropping his keys on the counter, he continues his slow pace of the kitchen. He keeps his eyes to the floor, absentmindedly rubbing a finger over his ring. She stills, hand cold on the glass despite the steaming water running along her knuckles. She turns her gaze to reach his, but again, she's unable to.

"You know, K, you sound a lot like someone I know."

"Adrien," she hisses, gaze still fixed to him, "Don't."

His eyes snap up to stare her down, emerald eyes like daggers through her body and soul. His voice drops to a low whisper, one only heard a handful of times in his life.

"Don't tell me what to do."

The glass slips from her hands, and shatters in the sink. She curses quietly, bringing her finger to her lip on instinct. He stumbles, turning quickly to the drawer behind him. As he closes it, band-aids in hand, it slams on his fingers.

"Fuck!" he shouts, falling to his knees, fingers pulling the drawer open loosely when he retracts his arm.

"Are you okay?!" he vaguely hears Kagami behind him, taking the band-aids from his hands and tossing them aside as she crouches beside him, far more invested in his shattered bones than her small scrapes. Apparently what she finds is bad enough, as she scrambles to get to her feet.

He wants to pick up the band-aids she dropped, tend to her wounds and forget the whole thing. He wants to transform into his alter-ego and jump across rooftops and rid himself of the turmoil of the day, but he can't. Not when his head is spinning like this. Not when his stomach is tossing and his hands tremble in pain.

He's just about to take a look for himself when he remembers oh right, she's here too, and hurt too, and before he can wrap his head around where here is, he hears her behind him again.

"Jesus, shit, Adrien! Where's your phone, I'll call -"

"NO!" he startles even himself with the declaration. Smooth, Adrien. But what else was he supposed to say? If she took him to the hospital right now, he'd have to remove his ring, and what the hell would Ladybug do if he failed, again?

He tried not to think about that.

"Why not? You're clearly injured, Adrien!" Kagami's dumbfounded expression would've been cute, perhaps even adorable if it wasn't for the current situation (and his conflicting feelings).

He looks down at his fingers, trying to come up with any kind of excuse for why he can't go. The small trail of blood running down his arm reminds him of his Lady's suit, and he groans in agony before he can chuckle at the ill-timed reminder of his admiration for her.

He guesses too much time has passed since his mouth formed a coherent sentence, as his girlfriend speaks in her slightly-less-than-completely-expressionless voice once again.

"Is this about your father? I'm sure he'll understand, he can't be that cold. We can postpone your photoshoots, and -"

"No, no. That's - I mean," Kagami sits his phone back on the counter, looking towards him expectedly. He had to come up with something, fast. "I just -"

Ding, ding! Ding, ding!

Looks like he wouldn't need to, after all.

"Oh, shit." she whispers, silencing the akuma alert on Adrien's phone.

"Guess we're not going to the hospital after all." he replies in a sad sigh, trying to dig up any and all of his knowledge in modeling to seem as solemn as humanly possible.

He quickly realizes how few shoots he's done, ever, in which that was a requirement.

"We should probably get to safety, seeing as it's in the area." he offers. He needed to figure out how to get away from his well-meaning but overbearing girlfriend, otherwise he had a feeling he'd be getting his ass kicked (verbally, of course) at patrol tonight.

"Are you kidding? Of course we're still going."

He gaps at her, veins running cold despite the heat of the blood rushing to his wounded fingers. She walks past him, picking up the band-aids and her purse.

"These will do for now," she says, unwrapping a bandage. "Come here, Adrien, so I can patch you up."

"I - Kagami, that's not a good idea. We need to get to safety, before -"

"Now." she shifts her gaze to his, and he freezes in her presence.

He sighs, picking himself off the floor, slipping his ring off before tucking it into his pocket discreetly.

"Yes, Kagami."

[mrjenkins-4-allstars]

BBMafia: Golden Crown Troupe Sign-Ups

UPDATE: Due to not having enough players, the date we're playing on has been changed! As of now the goal is to play on SUNDAY after the new episode airs, but that is still in flux. I will keep everything updated if that has to change, but pls pm me any questions or if you'd like to join!!

Hey Hey, so basically I'm gonna try and run a bbmafia tomorrow at 7pm central tomorrow! The whole things gonna be ran over a discord server with multiple chat areas, and we're aiming to get 15 people. Everyone playing will receive the link to the discord about a half hour before the game officially starts

The way I play these is I ask people to come up with a fake identity, so if want to play just pm me these few things:

The name of who you're playing as

A quick description of who you are in terms of the theme (ie the theme this time is Theater so this could be an actor for the company, a set designer, etc.)

And just for a spicy little mechanic, a secret that you're character would be willing to kill to keep

Aaaaand now I'm gonna try and fit the rest of the info (the full theme/roles/open slots, etc.) under a read more now cause I don't wanna clog the tag

INTRO:

An unprecedented disaster has struck in the illustrious Golden Crown Theater, where the cast and crew of upcoming grand performance have awoken in the theater under rather mysterious circumstances. No one remembers quite how they got there, all exits have been barred off, and a mysterious note claims that their mysterious captor is aware of their sins and will remain unsatisfied until all those they deem guilty are punished. The result is a twisted game in which every hour one of Guilty will be found dead, murdered by the same party that brought them there. The same party who has trapped themselves among the group. And the only way for everyone to save themselves is to find the Murderer among them  and kill them before they could do any more harm.

PLAYER ROLES:

The GUILTY: The players without a special role, their job is to try and uncover who the Murderer is. Each Execution round they will vote on who they suspect the culprit to be, and the individual amongst them with the most votes will be executed. Each has a secret reason for why they are being targeted. They win the game if they are able to successfully execute the Murderer.

The MURDERER: The person who trapped everyone in the theaters and plans for the murders. Once every turn the player with this title will choose one person they want to kill. They are also the player everyone is trying to find during the execution phase, meaning once they are uncovered the game will end. If they are able to murder every other player barring their accomplice without being caught in the execution round, they win the game. They are forbidden from letting anyone know their true role.

The ACCOMPLICE: The only player aware of both the murderer's identity and every other player's secret, they win if the Murderer wins. While not able to commit any murders themselves, they are able to attempt to suppress 1 player from voting by threatening to make their secret public. Should their chosen target refuse to forfeit this vote, their secret will be anonymously leaked, but they can never be targeted again.Their death will not end the game; HOWEVER, if the murderer is killed before them they will become the new murdered.

The ESCORT: The only person who is able to prevent a murder, they are someone who feels safety in numbers and refuses to be left alone. Once every turn the player with this title will choose someone to stay with, which will stop the Murderer from commiting the kill. However, they can still themselves be killed by the murderer if chosen, and their death will not end the game. They are also forbidden from telling anyone who they really are.

The MEDIUM: A special role, they are able to have limited communication with the deceased. After each murder, all players in the graveyard are able to communicate with them in the form of a single sentence. They are forbidden from telling anyone else about their role or any of the hints that they have received.

GAME PHASES:

FREE TIME: A brief 5-10 minute period for the players to talk, will allow them time to form alliances, dig for information, and however else they which to spend the time. This is also the time for the Murderer/Accomplice and Escort to debate who they would like to kill/safe.

The MURDER PHASE: The briefest game phase, it is where the Murderer acts out their kill unless prevented by the Escort from doing so. At this point the story will advance, and the killed player will be removed from the game.

The EXECUTION PHASE: Another 5-10 minute period where players are given time to talk among each other. This time however every player (including the Murderer and Escort) must send in a vote for who they would like to execute before the time limit is up. After the votes are tallied, the player with the most votes will officially be executed and removed from the game. If the executed person is the murderer, the game will instantly end. If the executed is anyone else the game will keep going, and cycle back around to free time.

PLAYERS:

1. @knightjackie

2.@nomwastaken

3. @flopbb-22

4. @bigbrotheristerribleandihateit

5. @barbara-holland

6. @bloodinacake

7. @shaolinbynature

8. @blaekbrother

9. @dramaticgingerfish

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Again, just pm me if you want a spot with your name, role, and a secret. Players will receive a link to the discord at around 6:30 pm central tomorrow and the game will begin at 7. If you have any questions please just let me know!  😊 I know I tend to be a bit confusing with explanations sometimes, especially when I toss in some roles outside basic ones.

but yeah I’m done rambling now, thank yall for putting up with me askdjkja