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anjelicawrites · 2 years ago

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It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?

Paring: modern!EMT!Osferth x nurse!reader Summary: During a snowstorm you realize it’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for. Warnings: NSFW and 18+ only. Cunnilingus. Dirty talking. Over the clothes handjob.

Of all the EMT crews that come to your A&E, there are two that hold a special place in your heart: Uhtred and Sihtric and Finan and Osferth. They work in couples and are in permanent night shifts, like the group of nurses you work with. They are probably the best paramedics you have worked with: fast, smart, they give a chef's kiss handover and are good looking. If you were one of their patients, you'd get a heart attack just by waking up and seeing their faces. On top of that, they feed your crew: after those night shifts where it feels like yours is the only A&E in the whole bloody county where they can bring patients, they either bring breakfast or treat your crew to one. Each and every colleague of yours has their personal favorite, yours is baby Osferth.

You developed a soft spot for him when he was still in training under Finan and Sihtric, who worked him hard and taught him everything they knew. It was in your A&E where Osferth had seen his first patient die and was distraught about it. You had found him hiding behind the ambulance, crying: he broke your heart. You had approached him making enough noises not to startle him and he had tried to hide his tears

“Don’t kid, it’s better to cry it out now than being upset for the rest of your shift”.

You had given him a couple of tissues and had et him put his head against your shoulder. He had cried like a child, with big sobs that rattled his whole body and you had hugged him, caressing his back to soothe him. Once he had calmed down, he didn’t have the courage to stare into your eyes

“I’m sorry” he had said, head hanging low “What for kid?” “I feel like I haven’t done enough”.

Legally he could’t really do much since he was still in training, but you had understood the feeling

“Sometimes you provide all the care possible and the person dies. It’s not your fault or your team’s, it just happens. People are not machines you put care and drugs in and they become better, sometimes they are just at the end of their tether and the best thing is to let them go”. “You make it seem so effortless” he had sounded so jaded you had wanted to hug him again “It’s not, but I’ve been in this game longer than you did. I can’t say I’ve gotten used to it, but I’ve learnt to compartmentalize the best I can. This doesn’t mean that sometimes I have to stop myself from crying in front of the patients and their families or that I am not going to have a cuppa now and smoke a cigarette. You'll learn what helps you, I promise".

Osferth has grown as a professional and while he still is the baby of the group, you can see how confident he has become and that adds on the hotness scale, putting him in first place.

It's a snowy day before Christmas when you finally manage to go for a cup of tea

"Now what the hell are you all doing in my kitchen?" You ask your two favorite EMT teams.

They are sprawled on the sofas, mugs in hand, chewing on food while outside the storm howls. They should be looking miserable since outside looks like Antarctica, but they are just owning the place

“There’s a snow bank, babygirl” Finan is the only one who can call you that without risking a scalpel in an eye “A what?” in you defense, you have been with a sickly patient for almost four hours and have just returned from accompanying him to the haemodynamics, you have no idea of what has been happening in the real world “Big snowbank at the end of the driveway, we are basically trapped here until the city sends someone to release us”.

Ah yes, some genius has the city council had thought smart to build the hospital at the end of a steep slope, in a part of the Country where winters are extremely cold and snowstorms are common. In the end an investigation had discovered that some bribes had been paid to place the building in that spot, too bad the hospital had already been completed and it wasn’t possible to build a new one. Fun, right? Even better is that an architect specialized in hotels was tasked to do the interior design and the spaces are all fucked up, just because it wouldn’t cost as much as another with years of experience under their belt.

“Sihtric, please tell me you are joking” you say as Hild enters, talking animated on the phone.

Sister Hild is your boss and is an actual nun. She is the most badass woman you have ever met and the best nurse you have ever walked with: she can be an angel with the patients and chew the head off management to protect her patients and her crew. She is the embodiment of the TikTok with the young doctor tries to diss the experienced nurse and everyone going “uuuh”. You want to be her when you grow up, minus the chastity wow, you love sex too damn much. Whomever she is talking to is probably shitting their pants right now and just by listening to her you know the guys are not joking. You go to the triage area to check on the waiting room and it’s absolutely empty; four hours ago it was full of people but you think that the danger of being stuck in the hospital for hours was bigger than whatever illness was ailing them. Once you are back to the kitchen you get the full story from Hild: the two ambulances are trapped here and the hospital is virtually unreachable until someone decides to clean the slope, too bad all snow plows are frantically trying to clean the streets

“Shouldn’t the hospital be a priority?” “That’s was I was trying to convey” she is fuming and you think the better strategy is to hide somewhere so that you wouldn’t incur in her wrath “Hild, you are too god a woman for this administration - Uhtred saunters to her with a big piece of nougat in his hand - eat and enjoy our company” “Will you ever change Uhtred?” “Nope” he grins, but Hild is already eating the confectionery “What are you doing here?” she asks you “Having a cuppa after seeing Mr. Richards off to the haemodynamics and then the ICU. I think I deserve it” “How is he?” “Well, on top of the pulmonary embolism, he might have a nasty fucking heart attack which our genius of a cardiologist might have recognised after four bloody hours. If the poor sod survives it’s going to be a fucking miracle. Merry fucking Christams to him and his family, I guess” “The swearing isn’t part of the standard handover” “But it adds flavor Hild” you say sprawling yourself on the last free couch, you are already tired and the shift it’s just started.

You feel your arm being touched and Osferth is there, a steamy cup in his big hands. You have no idea how, but he knows how you like your tea

“Thank you love” you smile and he reciprocates; he is so fucking cute you can feel your glucose levels getting higher.

Yes, he is stupidly good looking, but he made first place because of his kindness with patients and with you. Many times he had driven you home when your car didn’t work, he always made sure that you were sitting in the warmest place when having breakfast with them during winter, he brought you sweets when you were on triage duty and it was a bad night. You can probably name many more examples but the bottom line is: Osferth is a lovely, lovely young man with a big heart; that’s a huge win for you.

After a quick cup of tea you set on keeping abreast of the situation. You have no idea of which patients are still in the A&E and whether your colleagues need your help or not. You disappear for more than one hour, busy with reading the remaining patient’s charts and with checking the expiring dates of the equipment. By the time you are back, the guys are fidgeting in their seats, ready to hit the road again and you are stuck with the knowledge of how much of two separate species you are. They can’t wait to be out and about, even though it’s below freezing out there and you can’t fathom yourself working somewhere without walls: the mere thought of having to stabilize a patient in the middle of a street gives you a panic attack and the boys cannot fathom why you don’t like to be creative in your nursing. Your remaining crew joins you and the kitchen is so unbearably full you start itching yourself. You manage to get to Hild and ask her if there's anything you can do, otherwise you are going to hide somewhere until something happens, she tells you there's a big pharmacy delivery day shift didn't have the chance to put away. You jump at the chance to be alone in the big storage room; as much as you like your crew and the EMTs, there's too many people in the cramped room for your liking. You are halfway down the corridor when you hear footsteps approaching and you turn around to see Osferth trying to join you; he breaks into a half run which is super cute and you want to ruffle his hairs, the moment he gets to you

"Do you need a hand?" "Shouldn't you be chilling? The moment the snowbank is cleared, it is going to be hell out there".

He shrugs his shoulders

"I've sat still long enough. I need something to do or I'll drive myself crazy" "You truly are a different breed than us nurses" "You asked for work yourself" he says, the cheeky monkey "I didn't want to disappear on Hild but I hoped there was nothing to do left - he laughs with you - let's go love".

The pharmacy is actually a huge room full of shelving units and two big fridges. Osferth's eyes widen in surprise, which is the standard reaction of any single person who has never seen it. Two big plastic boxes sit in the middle of it and you snort in annoyance

"Ok so, there's no good news. Those boxes contain our stockpile for Christmas, obviously the drugs are going to be mixed up in there. Are you sure you don't want to run for the hills? I won't rat you out, I promise" you say with a smile and you see something pass very fast in his eyes, but it's probably just him dreading the work ahead and being too polite to back off now.

You take one box each and you direct him on where each type of medication is supposed to be stored. It is a job that should take no longer than an hour, considering the sheer amount of drugs, the chit chat between you two and Osferth's ignorance of the organization your unit uses. How you manage to find yourself in the most hidden corner, between a shelf and a fridge, with Osferth's head between your legs, it's beyond your scope of comprehension. He has unzipped his jacket and his face is buried in your pussy, his hands on your hips to guide your movements; your hands are buried in his short hairs and you are keening like a wounded animal just because his tongue feels like heaven buried inside of you and his nose moves just right against your clit, massaging it the way that is hurling you in the throes of a violent orgasm. You try to push his head away when it feels he is overwhelming you and he just snarls, a sound that makes you bang your head against the wall and he redoubles his efforts in making you come, plastering his face with more vigor against your pussy and just moving your hips in a way you know will make you come in no time. You hear desperate, moaning sounds and you realize it's you, coming all over his face, your legs turned into jelly as he licks you clean

"Where are you, baby monk?" You hear Finan's Irish accent in the distance and try to disentangle yourself from Osferth, who just finishes cleaning you with his tongue leisurely, as if his partner is not getting closer to where you are hidden. When he finally stands up, he looks proud of himself, his face shining with your come. With infinite care he pushes your underwear and pants up your trembling legs and you use the proximity to snag his small cross to move his face closer to yours

"You didn't even kiss me" you pout "I'm sorry my lovely lady, I should rectify that mistake immediately".

Gods can the boy kiss, all tongue and teeth, pushing his lean body against yours, making you feel his hard on through the thick layers of his uniform pants. He makes your head spin again when he releases your lips, his tongue brushing against your palate with purpose, as if you don't already know how proficient he is with it. The magic is broken by Finan's voice getting closer, you both laugh and you clean Osferth's face with a tissue. Unfortunately there's little you can do with how red his cheeks are

"You're still hard" "Good, I'll be thinking about you for the rest of the shift. Not that I need an erection to do so" you can feel warmth expands everywhere in your body "Weren't you supposed to have almost made it into priesthood? That’s where your nickname comes from?" "Yeah, so?" "You fit the stereotype then. As soon as the clergy is away, you let go of all inhibitions".

Osferth plasters himself against your body again, caging you where you are

"Are you free for Christmas?" "We have the same shifts, I am free up the 27th night" "Good, I'll make sure to show you how much of a stereotype I can be" and he grounds his hips against yours, you moan.

Two can play this game, though and you palm his erection through the thick pants and squeeze delicately, he has to grab the shelving to keep his stance

"Want to come to my place, love?" You ask still massaging him through the thick material "Yeah" he is breathless and keeping it together by sheer force of will "How do you want me? Naked with a bow in my head? Or you'd rather like some skimpy outfit?"

He groans desperate pleadings but you are on a roll now and his hips are just following your hand's movements

"Will you let me eat a good Christmas dinner or will I be the one stuffed for three days?" Corny but it works, he comes in his own underwear with a shout and needs a minute to gain his breath again.

He smashes his lips against yours and you are struck by the thought that the only reason Finan hasn't found you yet, is that the pharmacy is in a secluded area, but you might run out of luck. This doesn't stop you from kissing him, stating your claim on him, tasting yourself on his lips

"You are going to pay for this - his eyes burn so bright and blue you feel the heat on your skin - text me your address…" you don't let him finish "Promises, promises - you murmur against his lips - and what? Buy a full box of condoms? Don't promise what you can't deliver".

Why are you taunting him? Maybe because it's fun and the cute and compassionate baby EMT whom you have seen grow into a great professional, is far less of a cutie pie that you have previously thought and more of an unhinged sex god; in the end you have to look out for the quiet ones, that's very true.

"Buy two boxes" he says and then grabs your hand to guide you to the door, as if you don't know the way.

You find Finan and hope he doesn't realize anything, the guy has a sixth sense for these kinds of things. Luckily for you, the Irishman is way too stocked that the snowbank has been finally cleaned and he and Osferth can hit the road again.

On Christmas Eve you open your door wearing only a skimpy red outfit and a red bow on your head and Osferth is speechless, mouth hanging open and you can't help yourself to tell him he should close it or he'll get flies in there. That seems to wake him from his reverie; it's not even 10 a.m. and the two of you have already christened your sofa and the front door. Around 12 a.m. he has made you pay deliciously for having made him come in his pants. By 4 p.m. you start getting the memo that yes, you're going to be stuffed for three days straight and yes, he has the big cock you imagined him to have. You two don't finish the two big boxes of condom you have bought but that gives Osferth the assist to invite himself over the next days off you two share. He asks it while he is deep inside of you

"Pray tell, what makes you think I might want you here again?" "The way your pussy clenched the moment I proposed it" he says sassy and oozing male pride, he is so going to pay for this, you’ll make sure of that.

On the morning of the 27th, you kiss him on your doorstep, both of you are wearing more hickeys and bruises than when he had stepped through your door. He needs to go home and sleep, you need to sleep as well and the two of you know that you need to be separated to get that, otherwise you’ll fuck for the whole day and be too tired to work.

As you drive to the hospital you wonder if you haven’t made a mistake. If he doesn’t keep his mouth shut, everyone will know in no time what happened between the two of you and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to bear the jokes and the chit chat behind your back. A wave of anxiety drowns you and you have to stop on the side of the road to breathe and collect your wandering thoughts: you cannot control his actions, only your own and if he has pulled the asshole move, you are smart enough to know how to get your revenge.

In the end Osferth isn’t into kiss and tell, but makes sure a huge bouquet of red roses is waiting for you in the kitchen of the ward; his name is not on the small card but you know they are from him and you keep your mouth shut, even after a whole night of teasing from your colleagues. Obviously you invite him back to finish that box of condoms and to take your small revenge on him for his cockiness. No one is really surprised that Finan is your best man at your wedding.

#osferth x reader #osferth x y/n #osferth

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world0fmadness · 4 months ago

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EVEN DEEPER

vegard “ ihsahn ” tveitan x reader

♡ nsfw headcanons for ihsahn and his breeding kink!

୨୧ this ovulating shit is kicking my ass lol, i am so unused to it because i am usually on birth control and now that i am not i feel like a rabid dog <3

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reading music recommendations: we are unholy by urgehal - satan bless you by sabbat

* 18 + content, please do not read if you’re a minor *

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♡ vegard has a breeding kink that is just so beyond strong!

୨୧ most of the time, you are usually on birth control but the two of you often still treat it like there is a real chance of you getting pregnant when having raw sex together…

♡ sometimes vegard really does completely forget that there is not actually a huge chance of you falling pregnant after sex at all

୨୧ like he will lay limp on his back next to you after finishing inside of you and softly trace small patterns your stomach with his calloused fingers! obviously, you ask just what exactly he is doing and he will usually say something like “ just in case… there’s always that 1% chance, isn’t there? ”

♡ you always just gently smack him on the shoulder and laugh quietly under your breath because yeah right…

୨୧ but he just absolutely loves the idea of putting his baby inside of you, loves the idea of watching as your body grows his baby and your tits slowly but surely fill with milk over the steady months of your pregnancy

♡ vegard just does not think there is any stronger way in the world to properly lay his true claim on you than putting his baby inside of you for all to see

୨୧ he knows very well that some of the other men in your shared friend group think you are just so beyond beautiful and think that they could treat you much better than him, which they absolutely could not and he could only ever blissfully imagine the look on their face every time they would have to see you with a bump that holds his baby growing bigger every day… not to mention when you eventually had the baby and they would see how it was just a perfect mix of both you and him? oh he daydreams about how annoyed they would look every single day…

♡ you guys usually always end up having sex in the cowgirl position!

୨୧ vegard just thinks it is the absolute best position for his cum to reach the deepest place it possibly can inside of you, he absolutely loves to roughly fuck himself up into you when you are in cowgirl too… when he is about to cum, he almost always grabs your hips and slams you down onto the very base of his cock, going in as deep as he possibly can whilst he groans deeply and you gasp in pleasure, feeling his hot cum shoot up into you…

♡ in the midst of having sex, vegard will often delve into the absolute filthiest dirty talk right in your ear about wanting to fuck his baby into you as you grind yourself down onto his cock and desperately moan for more

“ wanna put my baby in you so bad… you want that, pretty girl? want me to fill you with my cum? fuck! you’d look so beautiful growing my baby, wouldn’t you? ” ( you cannot even really attempt to give an actual response other than repeating “ yes ” in between your own loud moans and gasps )

୨୧ he just absolutely loves to cum right inside of your cunt, it is beyond just rare that he shoots his load anywhere other than deep inside of you

♡ sometime later, you eventually do come off your birth control and vegard is so absolutely excited about it… he almost yells in pure excitement when you first tell him that you stopped taking them…

୨୧ the timing just feels so perfect to him! emperor is doing pretty damn good, they are making a damn good few tape sales and you guys are living very comfortably in a pretty spacious yet cozy little apartment together in norway

♡ this is around the time that you both realise neither of you really mind actually having a baby together… and so you guys continue having sex as you usually do with no condom, no plan, certainly no birth control and with vegards breeding kink blooming stronger than ever inside of him…

୨୧ whenever you are ovulating real bad, your sex drive is crazy high and you have the strongest baby fever coursing through your brain

♡ so of course, vegard absolutely loves when you are ovulating! it is when you are the absolute most recipient of his breeding kink

୨୧ i mean, you are always recipient of it anyways but when you are ovulating? it is almost like you have a stronger breeding kink than he does, you are damn near constantly jumping his bones and fucking him for hours at a time, practically just begging him to put his baby inside of you whilst you ride his cock

♡ if any of his warm cum begins to slowly drip out of your cunt after he slides his softening cock out of you, he will either gently finger it back into you as you softly whine due to being a little sensitive or he will just slip his cock back into you so that he can keep the cum inside

“ gotta keep my cum inside of you, pretty girl… c’mere… lift your leg, i’ll keep it inside of you ” ( he is always so gentle as he turns you around, moving you onto your side into a spooning position before sliding his cock back inside of you and pushing his head into your neck, littering soft kisses there as you giggle from the feeling of his frizzy hair tickling your warm cheek )

୨୧ vegard always takes the absolute best care of you after sex like this too, making sure you are well hydrated, making sure you have everything you could possibly want and softly stroking your stomach whilst comfortably cockwarming in a spooning position! when the two of you fall into a deep sleep together, he often has incredibly vivid and clear dreams about what your future kids would look like, what your future life would look like

♡ it really is no major surprise at all when you fall pregnant within the first two short months of first coming off birth control and vegard could not have been happier when you told him <3

#vegard tveitan x reader #ihsahn x reader #emperor x reader #emperor headcanons #headcanons

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nilsavatar · 1 year ago

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DAY 27 - ANAL

Parings: Lo'ak x Fem!Omatikaya

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI +18, no use of Y/N, straight to SMUT, committed relationship, P in V, P in A, ANAL, fingering, praising, cursing, dirty talk, double stimulation/penetration, soft-dom Lo'ak (Lo'ak is a little insecure), oral (both receiving), 69, edging, chocking. All characters are AGED-UP.

Word Count: 4k

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“Harder,” was all that came out of her mouth in the form of a litany. Her brain had completely locked onto that need. Moans interspersed with soft pleas and a few expletives here and there. The man behind her laughed. The rumble of his taunt vibrated down her spine as his hands molded her hips until they anchored on her firm buttocks, which slammed dryly against his belly. “Like this?” he murmured in her ear, earning confirming sighs each time he penetrated her sharply, and his palms held her more firmly.

Aywanin always adored Lo'ak to touch her butt, whether he clung to it possessively or as a simple cuddle. She loved the contact of his hands so much, feeling the warmth of his wide palms gathering her ass cheeks almost entirely, his strong fingers sinking into her soft flesh, that she sought it out at every chance. The extra finger a perfect addition that made her feel even more connected to his body.

Whether it was in the laziness of an afternoon nap or during a hot night, Aywanin swayed her hips ever more insistently, until the guy grabbed her rear just the way she liked it. He, though he didn't skimp on jibes and teasing, nor on getting lost in watching that cute little ass twirl a second too long for sheer amusement, never refused a good squeeze. With a beaming smile, his beautiful teeth sticking out in his lower lip at the exact instant his digits pressed, somewhere between mocking and smug.

There was, however, a saying of the Sky People that had spread among the Omatikaya over the years, and of which Lo'ak would soon teach her its real meaning. One of the many influences that had become part of everyday life, thanks to their close relationships with scientists. As well as nurtured by a not-so-Na'vi Olo'eyktan who, try as he might, retained remnants of the Jarhead Clan's Jakesuli. His human past would pop up at the oddest times, normally when he could not express his emotions to the best of his ability — especially those of irritation. Usually when he wanted to give his children a warning that they were crossing the line, that it would be smart not to test him further.

She remembered very well the day when, as kids, Lo'ak became more obstinate than usual, more petulant, insisting his father absolutely showed him how to use a rifle.

“Why not?” He repeated. “You taught Tarsem and the others. To Neteyam you are teaching it,” accused venomously. Jake gripped his nose between thumb and forefinger, tightening his eyelids and sighing audibly. An onset of migraine drew circles in his skull. “They are older, have completed their training, and are about to face Iknimaya. Learning how to shoot is one more thing that could come in handy against the RDA.” “Neteyam has not completed it, though. And he's only a year older than me,” he mumbled with an increasingly wrinkled expression that forced his father to restrain himself from laughing. In his own way, Lo'ak could be really adorable as a child.

It was no secret that Neteyam was precocious, a prodigy. Diligent and hardworking from a very early age. And surely being the olo’eyktan’s firstborn — or more precisely the only man who knew how to use alien weaponry — brought with it advantages. Few would find out in the future. Truth be told, firearms were much more dangerous than traditional weapons, unpredictable, and Jake didn't have enough eyes to make sure no one got hurt. He couldn't supervise one son to follow his instructions to the letter, and in the process treat the other so that he wouldn’t accidentally kill himself. The other was Lo’ak, of course. Too curious, too impulsive, too— too much everything. He was exhausting. One child at a time, he told himself, that way he could do it.

“Neteyam has mastered archery.” “I don't like archery. I want to fight like you!”

Lo'ak's human side could be so imperious at times, painful even. He resembled his father so much that it was almost a hardship for the man, aware of his own flaws and past mistakes. Aware that it wasn’t the Na'vi way. Not the Omatikaya way. As tolerant as they were and inclined to integrate what was useful from humans into their way of life, they would not be so open-minded as to accept a Na'vi who tended to be too terrestrial. Jake Sully was an exception. He knew it very well. A human who had the heart of a Na'vi.

But a Na'vi with a human soul? it was another story altogether.

As much as he was hailed, the last thing Toruk Makto hoped for was to be taken as a role model by his children. His sons in particular.

“Son,” the tone was warning, as well as his look, "Don't poke the bear when it's hungry.”

Aywanin wasn’t sure what exactly a bear was (probably a large animal if she was supposed to be afraid of its hunger), but never has the idiom been more fitting than in this situation.

Lo’ak was hungry. A hunger whetted for too long.

He was on his knees, the soft grass tickling his shins. In front of him, Aywanin arranged in one of the most vulnerable positions possible. On all fours and at his total mercy. Negative note? He couldn't enjoy the sight of her face as she writhed with each thrust, but that wasn't so important. He knew her to the point that he could visualize her yerik eyes dimpled with pleasure, her mouth parted in the most strangled of whimpers. Read her through the tightness with which she anchored herself to the ground, the stiffness of her back as it grew more and more acute. Grinning to himself, his canines cutting his lower lip, the boy massaged her bottom. From time to time he would throw weak spanks, just to hear her moan in surprise, there, where he then squeezed so hard to bruise.

Rolling his thumbs absently, he spread her buttocks more apart and straightened just enough to carefully admire his handiwork. A grunt escaped him in watching as his cock disappeared and appeared, sucked deeper and deeper into her welcoming warmth.

She was close, he could feel it.

“Oh baby, if only you could see yourself. Such a sight.” Another spanking, another cry. “Yes, like that. Shit, I should have taken the camera.” Aywanin chuckled. It wasn’t the first time Lo'ak had such outbursts, and she'd never hidden that the idea of watching herself being taken like that turned her on as well. “Next time, yantu. When we can take our sweet time.” “You're right, we'll do it when no one can disturb us. Though I don't mind these nighttime escapades in the forest.” “I had no doubt.” “Love this ass,” he said, angling himself just enough to slam the tip right up against her clit, earning a sequence of mewls that were like a song in his ears. She was so close, he thought smugly. “Fits perfectly in my hands.” In uttering that last sentence, he opened her cheeks even wider, and, unintentionally, his thumb went to graze her opening. Aywanin's head suddenly snapped back, nearly embedding itself in her shoulders, and an unexpected groan rose gutturally from her throat. As if the air had been kicked out of her lungs all at once. “What was that?” Lo'ak was equally shocked, although the answer had already formulated itself in his lust-fogged mind. “Does my girl like to be touched here?” he asked rhetorically, caressing that unexplored entrance with a little more intention.

The young woman's reaction was gold. She likes it, all right!

Her back curved almost to the breaking point, pushing her rear up so high that by a whisker she didn’t shove it right in his face. Her beautiful visage contemplating the starry sky with wide eyes and lips parted in a mute scream. However, of the idyllic celestial vault, she couldn't actually see anything, since her vision had gone completely blank.

“Aww look at you. Want me to play with it? Want my finger in your cute little butt?” Aywanin didn’t respond, there was no need nor did she have the time or the strength, as her mate encircled her torso with his arm and lifted her up until she was molded along his chest. With her face turned to his own, he pushed that same thumb past her lips. “Suck, sevin. Show me how much you want me to fingerfuck your hole.”

The greed with which she obeyed was unparalleled; it was borderline scandalous the excitement in her giant eyes. The pupils so dilated they obscured the topaz irises entirely, were it not for an infinitesimal colored circle outlining them. She was unrecognizable, and, for a moment, Lo'ak feared he was going to release under the intensity of her gaze. Just at the idea of how much Aywanin longed to be violated, stripped of that last layer of innocence. Desire that seemed to destabilize her herself, for never would she anticipate experiencing it. It was so sensual, so damn hot that it reset his ability to think straight. His only thought now was to break through that last barrier, to breach it like a battering ram knocking down enemy lines. He had to conquer new territory, to claim by painting it with his seed. She giggled deliriously against his finger, her teeth lightly scratching it. A gentle trill, the echo of his ego in realizing he had said it out loud. “That should be enough,” with a languid kiss, he slid between her buttocks and pushed. He felt a beginning of resistance but soon his thumb found itself enveloped by hot walls as if crushed by slow coils. She gasped against his mouth. He gave her a smile full of love that was somewhat out of tune with the circumstances. So domestic yet out of the ordinary. Aywanin's sweet face had this effect: it reminded him how lucky he was.

It was strange to be in there. Familiar but unusual. Her flesh was much warmer, searing, the texture richer but not as supple. And it was tight. Really tight. It barely contained his finger with ease, inserting a second now was out of the question. How was he going to possess her without hurting her? Masturbation alone wouldn’t have been enough to make her...hospitable. But bringing her pain was not an option. As well as letting go. Not when Aywanin was so freakin' well-disposed that she almost seemed to be in heat. If there was one trait of himself he was proud of, it was that he never gave up. Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan, for better or worse, never threw in the towel. He certainly wouldn’t start now.

A whimper rose from the girl's ached throat. “I know, baby, it will pass now. Be patient, I need to stretch you a bit more.” “Your fingers are too big.” “Never been a problem so far.” He kissed her temple suppressing a laugh, before whispering softly, “Mind to help me? Touch your clit for me, yawne. Will mask the discomfort.” His lips traced the contour of her shoulder, the hollow of her neck; alternating sloppy kisses with bites he drew the line of her jaw up to her ear. With the tip of his tongue, he titillated her lobe, while her slender index began to rub in a steady, circular motion over the knot of nerves, and her expression seemed to relax. And not only that. “You're doing great.” “It's dry, Lo,” she moaned.

Therein lay the problem. It wasn’t an area that enjoyed consistent natural lubrication, and what little saliva he had collected on his finger was nowhere near enough. Lubricant. He needed a lubricant. Needless to say, they didn’t have one available, and even knowing the plants suitable for the task, it still took its time to extract the liquid. But then a light bulb went on for him. The cry that left the girl's lips was clearly one of dissent, however feeble. It sounded like an irritated demand for an explanation. Why the hell stop now that she was getting the hang of it?

Lo'ak sat down on his ankles carrying her down with him, a confused look well evident on her pretty, purpled face. “Don't ask questions,” he said, dragging her on top of him as he lay on the grass turf. The peach-round butt a palm away, inviting like a ripe fruit that begs you to bite into it. And that was what he did. He tasted the left cheek, then the right one, sinking just enough to leave the dental arch mark there. Two broad pairs of crescents on the otherwise smooth surface. Then, he rubbed his nose along the line of demarcation and inhaled sharply. The scent of her skin smelled more intense and suffocating there, in that hidden spot. Of bath oils and flowers; a sweet, incensed note that mingled with the enveloping aroma of her arousal, to the point of stunning him. Like an insect attracted to pollen. His dick twitched a little as his brain registered the primal call of her body. With no hesitation, he dipped his face and gave controlled kitten licks, as if to feel the ground.

“Ma'Lo'ak!” she shouted completely caught off guard. With his intact fingers, he unceremoniously penetrated her core, up to the last knuckle. This took away her ability to speak, too much was the stimulation. In terrifyingly slow movements he began to stimulate her, while his tongue soaked her rectum with saliva. Each time the tip teased her a little deeply, Aywanin gave him the most beautiful of choked sobs. The high, pitch voice constricted by exhausted vocal cords. Gradually her arousal pooled at the base and flowed onto his hand, sliding down in viscous trails that ran down his forearm to his elbow and dripped heavily onto his chest. Her breathing was labored and her body was all trembling.

Just one very small detail was missing.

“Baby.” No response. “Babe.” Nothing, and he almost burst out laughing. He was preparing her so well, she already had no idea where she was nor her name. The only thing she was still able to do in that altered state of intense desire was to cast him a look that was anything but lucid. The sole sign that she was still listening to him. Kinda. “I know you're on the edge, yawne, but I need you back.” With a goliardic sway of his hips, he showed her the area of interest, “Need lubrication here, too. You know, for later,” he cast her an allusive glance. The girl's smile was a whole story. Tipsy and intoxicated. Her slender, tiny hand picked up his member rather boldly, beginning to grope it as slowly as Lo'ak had just treated her earlier.

Payback.

He was about to complain about it, when the words died in his throat; Aywanin had grabbed his sack, and was now massaging it gently. A soft sigh escaped his parted lips, suddenly feeling weak, as if drained of any energy. The uncertainty in his breathing did not go unnoticed, for it trembled on contact with her sensitive skin. In turn, Aywanin faltered at that unexpected vibration, but she giggled all the same, proud of her actions. Of having caused him the very reaction she was anticipating. That was one of his weaknesses, Aywanin knew all too well, and she continually took advantage of it.

Lo’ak was such a nuisance, he needed to be put back in his place from time to time. Why not have a little fun in the meantime? Feeling in a teasing mood more than usual? She shushed him by groping his nuts. Being too dominant for her liking? She licked and kissed them lightly until he begged her to suck him off.

Exactly as he was doing right now.

His hands settled vehemently on her waist, squeezing them now at the limit of sufferance, and his eyes implanted firmly in hers. She snorted playfully, before blowing on his prickly erection. For a moment, she could have sworn she saw him blush at her unexpected resourcefulness. She decided to make him suffer a little longer, fumbling as she very slowly ran her tongue over his cock, then traversing its full length and winging over it again, giving him a soft pleasure that forced him to bite his inner-cheek to tame a moan.

“Aywa, pl-please…” Well, if you ask so nicely, she thought.

Her tongue swirled around the glans, down the thick base, caressing any veins, grazing every crevice. He gasped with every inch of flesh struck, his pretty dick already glistening of spit and precum. She hollowed her cheeks, descending on calmly and sensually, but the boy huffed in frustration. A fluty grin was painted on her face as she slumped on his belly. In a steady pace, she bobbed her head alongside his shaft, taking as much as she could down her throat without gagging, while palming his balls firmly. Lo’ak’s breathing became erratic. His head fell on the cushiony grass beneath and he squinted his lids. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t. It was always a good sign when Lo’ak stopped babbling. It meant his pleasure was beyond measure. Poor boy, he’d been neglected ’til now.

The sequence was repeated for a long time, going deeper and deeper with each turn, causing increasingly uncontrollable lews and, sometimes, obscene whimpers from his windpipe. Suddenly, a strange tremor flooded Lo'ak's lower abdomen, and immediately she realized he was about to reach his climax. He gently pulled out his manhood, and turned Aywanin on her back, escorting her to the ground as if she was made of glass. He repositioned himself on top of her, holding her torso high enough to line up with her tight entrance. Holding her by one thigh, he felt her stiffen under his grip, and this caused him to face her again, losing himself in those eyes. Glossy as honey candy, haunted by lust mixed with fear. If possible, with that light her eyes looked even more orange and large. “Are you sure?” She nodded, ready to welcome him. She wanted to feel him. Wanted him to release himself inside her. Wanted to be one with him in a way she had never experienced before, and that scared her a little. Yet, in an electrifying way. She spread her leg apart, lifting her pelvis a little, giving Lo'ak a chance to lie on top of her — to embrace her. He caressed the shin he was holding up and placed a delicate kiss on her knee, “Everything will be all right,” he reassured her. And, despite the agitation harbored in her was immense, she found the courage to smile in a tacit invitation to continue.

“Tell me if I hurt you.” The first sensation, as the tip pushed in gently, wasn’t fulfillment but pain. The burning that Aywanin felt, as it teased her orifice to widen, was less intense than she had imagined, though, thanks to his finger keeping her clit excited, awakening the nerve endings within it just enough to dull the ache. As Lo’ak made space for himself, she noticed the hot epidermis wrapped itself around the cooler one of his. A tear escaped from the corner of her eye nonetheless; a salty drop that her boyfriend wiped away with a kiss. “Forgive me, ma yantu.” “It's all right,” she lied, not to restrain him. Lo'ak began to give her gentle thrusts that gradually became quicker and drier as she got used to his intrusion. “Fuck, so fucking tight.” With both hands he anchored himself to her femurs and thrust all the way in, in one fluid motion that went straight to a spot Aywanin didn't even know she had. A whine ripped through the air, the first in a long series that gradually, in rhythm with her lover's strikes, mutated from subdued ache to the most violent and visceral pleasure, becoming almost pornographic to hear, but which did nothing more than give Lo'ak the charge to continue his ministration.

She lifted her torso, placed her palms on the ground and hoisted herself forward, encircling her calves behind his back to give him no way to pull away, then captured his face with both hands, her thumbs grazing his earlobes, the rest of her fingers attached to the nape of his neck, and rested her forehead against his own. “You like it?” he asked her hesitantly, almost afraid to hear the answer. Her thumbs took to caressing his cheekbones in circular touches, dusting away a few briny drops wedged between his lashes. Finally, one of them came down to his lovely lips and she parted them, kissing him passionately. “Of course I like it.” Aywanin smiled against his mouth and started to sway her pelvis, slowly, back and forth on his shaft. The boy brought his palms up to cup her fleshy buttocks and squeeze her hips, laced his arms around her, wrapping her in a tender hug that didn't quite match the boiling circumstances they were in, but which she adored. She loved that sweetness in their relationship, stuffed with just the right amount of passion that, in all honesty, with Lo'ak was impossible to miss.

With his fingers hooked in her flesh, he took a deep breath, running out of air from the eagerness of their connection, and drew his forehead over her shoulder, looking as if he were on the verge of tears. “Yantu?” Aywanin felt her trapeze getting wet, partly from teardrops, partly from the wet kisses and bites that Lo'ak left there as he spoke, the grip on her back growing firmer and more possessive. “S-so good. You feel so damn good.” He lifted his head from the crook of her neck and pinned her down with that ravenous gaze of his; golden irises flickering as wind-shifted leaves. He grabbed her throat and squeezed it, making Aywanin, who had never stopped slow dancing on his lap, wince, her sockets squinted with surprise and a hint of electrifying fear. She was about to say his name when he tightened his fingers around her throat and moaned into her mouth as he burned her with a kiss. His tongue slipped between her teeth, moving in a mad dance against her writhing there. The grip around her neck was tight, his hand and his kiss choking her at the same time. When he let go, Lo'ak's face hovered over hers, letting her savor the fresh scent of his breath. The girl began to call his name as if in a trance, now that pleasure had finally flooded her like a hot shower. “What you need, love?” “E-empty. I feel empty.” “Empty?” He had never filled her more. “Yes, here,” she pointed to her pussy. Selfish naughty girl. Lo'ak's smile was devilish, “Then touch yourself, sevin. If it’s that unbearable, show me how much you miss my cock there.” Her own fingers inched so deep and with such relish that she earned a low mouble of approval above her. “Just like that, baby girl. Geez, look how your tiny little fingers are fucking yourself while I fuck your cute ass.” An immense heat expanded throughout her body. Her head became light; as if it had suddenly turned into a bubble and was floating away. A bubble that would burst shortly thereafter, showering her with awareness as she felt that initial warmth concentrate all in the innermost part of her abdomen. “L-lo'ak.” “Yeah, 'm close too. Just hold it a lil bit more f’me. Damn, you'll push me out, if you keep squeezing like that! Too much!” The double stimulation went to her mind, erasing what little lucidity remained, and the last trace of pain turned finally to enjoyment. They reached their peak together, as his nuanced voice murmured her name, “I love you so fuckin' much. You are truly all mine now,” her lover said, slumping down on top of her, devoid of any strength.

Now Aywanin was really all his.

Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!

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fillyoursoulxx · 1 year ago

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quincy nichols || headcanons

His mother is still on the commune they joined when Quincy was six. It’s one of those that urge you to give up all money and worldly possession to share with the cult, aka Cherune Talray, aka Bobby Ray Wilkes, the creepy leader. At least when his sister was born, she realized it wasn’t exactly a safe place for them. That or that there was only a matter of time before Quincy was old enough to be a proper threat to Talray or for his sister to be competition for her. It’s a toss up really.

Quincy has been atheist a good chunk of his teens/twenties. After hitting as low as he could go, he began to rediscover spirituality and leans toward pantheism. He has an altar in the woods that he frequents. It’s a hike from his place/town and is next to a little babbling brook. He’ll meditate there or just– talk. To himself, nature, the universe, whatever. It’s a comforting outlet for him.

It’s also a good place to hunt mushrooms. Which is just something he picked up to kill time.

He always has a bottle of hot sauce on him or nearby for emergencies.

Other things he keeps on him include an old instant camera. It’s usually in his pack. In his wallet is a phone number and address. It’s his kid’s. He’s never called it.

He paints, much like his mother used to. He dabbles in whatever mediums he has access to, but prefers oil. He picked it up as a for of therapy/way to get out emotions in relation to his mother and it just stuck.

He’s good with numbers and could likely really do something with that. But right now, he’s fine just holding down his job at the Dirty Crate and acting as a bookie and/or gambling at get-togethers around town.

He moved to Cypress Falls with his sister a year or two ago. for a fresh start. it's not been bad so far.

Drives a 1969 black camaro that he fixed. He's currently working on a rebuilding a bike, but honestly he isn't sure he'll ever get it on the road.

he prefers older partners. more specifically unavailable older partners. people with partners or just don't want a relationship in general. he's been with a range of people his age and younger and it just-- it doesn't work out. anyone too needy and immature or looking for something serious is not for him.

flings and one night stand are his normal though he doesn't fuck around a lot. he can go extended periods of time simply enjoying his own 'company' both in the platonic and sexual sense.

he prefers tea to coffee. he also makes his own shroom tea which he'll partake in when he's doing whatever he does in the woods. Or major social events.

he loves bollywood movies, songs, dances, the whole shebang. it's so over the top and he's honestly not bad at some of the dances? during all the shit with the trust fund crew, he met and became really good friends with a guy named Frosty, aka Masud. He had tips and Quince might've already been a bit tipsy. They got high on shrooms, Masud introduced him to them and spent they night dancing and rambling and just having a good time. In fact, that night help the guy get comfortable enough to ask 'woo' his betrothed the way he wanted/be himself. He accredits Quincy with helping him cross that hurdle and make a real connection with his fiancee.

He has a thirteen year old daughter named Bryony. She lives about two or three hours away and he send money when he can, but that's only a recent development. There been zero contact actual contact with her and he's only seen her in person once. She was three and having a disgustingly glittery tea party. He remembers all her stuffed animals had on tiny party hats, but that's about it. he has her number in his wallet, but he's never called it.

- more will be added later -

#quincy::|| hc

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dhampiravidi · 1 year ago

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"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." (Pogue to Jayn ❤️ He likes eye contact ❤️)

"So, I take it ya like what ya see?" Remy LeBeau was hardly an inch away, and his hand still held hers. There was a slight chill, which made her realize that she was just in her oversized tee and panties. "Oh...damn, chere...you dress like dis f'me?" He kissed her and her head spun. It didn't take long before she was on the bed, hot Cajun superhero on top of her. They made out like they were in a movie. She was tugging on his hair and his hands were doing everything right...

"Mm, oh please, please, mmph--gods I'm--" Right as she started to feel fucking great between her legs, ready for him to blow her mind, the room and his face faded away. Jayn mentally screamed in the name of the injustice being committed. HOW DARE the universe--

She didn't even bother to open her eyes. The soft sound of the AC coming on was enough. Oh gee, real life.

"Hm?"

There was something firm and warm and nice on her legs: hands. Raising an eyebrow, Jayn (her vision still blurry from sleep) lifted up the sheet to find Pogue rubbing soft circles into her inner thighs and smirking up at her.

"Wondered when you'd wake up. I know we talked about that somnophilia thing, but...I could wait." Fuck yeah. Her perfect boyfriend had stayed up late watching movies with her, and the last thing on their list had been the X-Men cartoon from when they were kids (bless reruns). Apparently, he'd stayed the night, and apparently, she'd fancasted him as Gambit. Rogue was a lucky butt. "You plannin' on goin' back to sleep?" Pogue asked before he licked her through her damp panties. She whimpered.

"N-no..." He let her move so she could take off her underwear, then moved her back into place before she could rub her legs together. Pogue knew that having him there was her favorite position--his unbelievably strong hands held her open no matter how much she squirmed, and she loved the sexy look he got in his eyes during the whole thing. Oh yeah, and he was great with his mouth. Some wanted "neat" or some shit. She was perfectly fine with "messy and generous".

He swept his tongue up and down, back and forth, nice and slow, teasing her until she was fully awake and begging for him to fuck her. Then he slid two of his fingers inside her, twisting and curling. The whole time, she was gasping, desperately trying to thrust against something that'd give her some kind of release.

"Did he fuck you like this?" There it was, those eyes, that look--like he wanted to eat her alive. A chill ran down her spine, but it was an excited one. He was gonna wreck her. "Did he?"

"No, y-you didn't--"

"Hm?" His hand hovered over right where she wanted him. Where she so desperately wanted him.

"Mm?"

"Tell me what he did. Tell me how good he made you feel."

"We kissed..."

"That's all?" If he kept teasing and rubbing her like that, she was going to go insane in the next few minutes.

"It was you, okay?--y-you were Gambit, you saved me from this vampire clown who was very high maintenance, and then we flew to a hotel room and--"

"Es-tu aussi sucré que tes yeux?"

"Excuse me--what?!"

Pogue smirked, gently squeezing her inner thighs.

"Took French in school. Reid's idea." Of course. Reid probably thought learning French would get him a girlfriend--if not at Spenser, then in Europe. Jayn knew that Caleb had already been to England to meet his dad's relatives.

"So...? What was that?"

"More or less: 'Do you taste as good as you look?'"

"Pogue!" She might've hit him with a pillow if she hadn't been so busy trying to hide her embarrassed face in her hands. They both told dirty jokes, but he was a lot more creative than she was. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her stomach.

"So you don't want me to taste you, mon fille [my lady]?"

"Fucking--fine," Jayn mumbled.

He really didn't need to be told twice. He treated her like she was melting ice cream, and he wasn't missing a drop. Pogue just took his time, too, not going any faster no matter how much she whined or squirmed. "Pogue, pl-lease--"

"God, you look so good like this..." He sucked hard on her clit, and she might've screamed loud enough to wake up Caleb in the next room if she hadn't covered her mouth in time. "Oh, babygirl, I wanna hear you," Pogue said, words dripping with faux disappointment.

"I can't--"

"You can't? Is Caleb the one you want to fuck you?"

"No..."

"Then c'mon, Jay. And don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." He was grinning before he even saw her dark irises. She was almost as hungry for it as she was.

#in--somnium #jkw: thread #ugh IDK why but the dialogue got so weird on this one #I'm sorry--I really did love the prompt #also lol bc I deleted a chunk since it got too long #thanks for the ask!

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homiesexual-or-homosexual · 2 years ago

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Genre: lil bit of angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: sorry guys, I use guitar terms as I play, jason is mentioned, a basketball player has the hots for you, you're forced to go to a party, you have a very minor asthma attack, a small non-descriptive mention of sexual assault, Eddie punches someone, mentions of alcohol, mentions of panic attacks, panic attack, Eddie uses petnames a lot, you sleep over at Eddie's house, plot with porn

A/N: sorry this is like really long but it is proofread :)

Word Count: 8,130

Also check out these two bonuses (one and two) that go along with this!! If you'd like of course!

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By day, you were just a ditzy little cheerleader. Following blindly underneath the upper cheerleaders and the varsity basketball players. Because of the tight clique of this particular group, you were often seen with them than not. In classrooms, during passing periods, at lunch, even walking down to the student parking lot after school.

It was a little suffocating, honestly. To be held to such a high standard by all these kids and teachers, with no possible escape. It stressed you out a bit to the point where you'd have nervous breakdowns at least twice a month, and panic attacks on the way to school in the morning.

You couldn't even talk to anyone about this, no teachers, counselors, and no other students. Heck, your group wouldn't let you talk to other kids, and they wouldn't even let other kids in school look in your direction. Especially this basketball player, Josh, who you swore had the hots for you. You, not so much.

But at least every wednesday night, the local bar in your town let you and your band play there. And that was your escape, your small group of girls from around town performing there every wednesday night.

Your band was called "Hawkins Panic," real fancy I know. You were the lead singer and their bass guitarist, though you had an electric on hand in case you really wanted to surprise people. You had another electric guitar player, one on the keyboard, and another on the drums. With them, you could really let go. Laugh with no worries, and even throw your hold body into it. And at least at the bar, you never really saw anyone you knew. Maybe a couple kids from school, but they were more interested in the liquor than you guys.

So all of this brings you to now, crowded around one of the metal tables in front of the high school. You in your cheerleader uniform, and uncomfortable. You kind of sat on the outside of the group, legs crossed as you kept pulling down your top and skirt down, backpack in your lap. Josh, as mentioned earlier, kept a firm hand on your shoulder as he sat beside you, laughing with the group.

You looked over as some of the main doors to the front of the school flung open. Hellfire in all their glory in the middle of laughter as they filed out into the open air. A couple of your group looked over, muttering in disgust. Hellfire's ring leader, Eddie Munson, looked over, looking your group up and down. Eventually he made eye contact with you.

You had English with Eddie, along with none of your varsity group. He struggled with English a bit, not really understanding the concepts. You helped him in between lessons, re-talking him through the lesson, helping him with paperwork, and working through the books that you were assigned with him. Your teacher was internally grateful for your help, as Eddie's grade in her class skyrocketed. But eventually students noticed, and you being a cheerleader, rumors started. Which led the basketball team hating Eddie even more.

"Got a problem, Munson?" Jason asked.

"Nothing much," Eddie shrugged. "Just realize I do a lot better things with my life. Doing some fancy tricks with your laundry baskets is pretty boring, huh?"

You could feel the irritation radiate off of Jason, and Josh's grip on your shoulder becoming uncomfortable.

Eddie made eye contact with you, winking. You blushed. That damned flirtatious man, pushing all the right buttons. You tucked your straightened hair behind your ear.

The varsity basketball players got up, going to advance on Eddie. And Eddie's group pushed him away, and the metal head only held his hand up to his ear, folding all fingers but his thumb and pinky and mouthed a "call me," still making eye contact with you.

Once Eddie was out of sight, mutters and complaints of disgust sounded around the group before the topic changed.

"Y/n?" One of the cheerleaders caught you attention. "Wanna come hang with us on tonight? We're holding a party over at Chloe's house."

"Sorry," You stood, glancing at the sun. "You know wednesday is a busy night for me."

"Couldn't you just skip your little sibling's thing or not study for that test, or whatever," Josh stopped you, holding onto your hand. "For me?"

"No," You took your hand from him. "I'm busy."

And you headed off towards your car, throwing your bag in your passenger seat before taking off towards home.

As mentioned before, not too many kids from your school came to the bar. But Eddie decided to change up his schedule a bit and go to the local bar that his band played at on tuesday nights. He enjoyed the band there tonight, just a group of girls. Only two things stuck out to Eddie; one, the group of girls seemed to have a heavy metal theme to their band, and two, he swore that their leader was a classmate of his. But he couldn’t tell because if it was you, you looked very different.

Your short, about shoulder length and usually straight hair, was curly and unruly. One-hundred percent different from how Eddie usually saw it. It flared up as you turned your head to look at your band members, to look up and down from the mic to your bass guitar, a Mitchell. Rock bass. The heavy bass rung out, feeling it in his chest. You wore glasses too, the black frames filling out your face. And, again if it was you up there on that stage, the little bit too big on you black shirt and the distressed jeans were much more attractive than that revealing cheerleader outfit.

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bakugo with a quiet s/o but becomes a hothead in fights

Honestly, people have no idea how you and Firecracker over there are in a relationship. You're so quiet and nice. And he's so... loud and destructive.

You get along with everyone in the class. All the girls and guys love you, Mineta a little too much.

And Bakugo only has his little group of "extras" that he can't seem to get rid of.

It's only when a minor group of villians disrupts your groups afternoon out on the town, is when people realize how you can handle Bakugo.

Everyone's nice, sweet, and oh so quiet classmate is a monster in battle. Defeating one enemy and turning around to strangle another to the ground. Your fierceness almost matches everyone's feared hothead, and you only beg for more.

And when the fight is over, everyone realizes that your quietness is only a mask. And everyone seems to have a bit more respect for you, even when you came out of the fight with barely a scratch, much like your companion.

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Avatars

Pairing: Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Wepwawet Avatar! reader

Genre: not necessarily fluff, it’s just you and Marc interacting for the first time

Warnings: little bit of violence and like a line of swearing, also this was written on a whim so it’s not that good

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Who is Wepwawet, you may ask. He is a god, depicted with a gray blue-ish wolf head, or jackal head. Originally he was a War Detity, or was seen as a scout to clear ways into war. But in later depictions of Wepwawet, he has gone up to the horizon and called the “Opener of the Sky”, clearing the way and guiding the dead to their afterlife.

So as you, Wepwawet’s avatar, are seen as a fierce fighter, but kind and gentle to those in need.

In times of need, people depict their savor with the head of a jackal or wolf, a flowing skirt (more of a half skirt, like a cape for your pants), and a tall staff with a slant at the top and two prongs at the bottom. They say they were kind, carrying them to safety as soon as they can. But fighting ferociously against the danger.

So, it’s when Steven finds you working in the museum with him, in the Ancient Egypt exhibit of course, due to your affiliation with a detity. He takes an interest in as, as Marc does too.

You stand up to your’s and Steven’s boss, Donna. Correcting her on his name, shooting back passive aggressive comments when she spits them out at your coworker, and taking over certain jobs when you can see that Steven is uncomfortable with Donna.

It’s not the slight crush inside of you towards Steven that makes you protect him, it’s your duty as an avatar to Wepwawet. It’s an instinct now, to protect those in need. Just like now.

“Stevie!!” Donna yelled.

Shop had closed. Patrons had long ago left. A few day security were left, and Donna had chosen you two to close up, to scan in items from today’s shipments and restock the larger of the shelves.

“Steven,” You corrected, stocking up some Anubis plushies.

You could practically feel Donna rolling her eyes in your direction as she walked by.

Steven was stocking up on Bastet statues, she’s seen in her most regal, house cat sitting form. But he turned to Donna, a fearful look in his eyes.

“I need you to go in the back and continue scanning in today’s shipment’s,” Donna ordered. “I’ll be leaving.”

And with that, your boss turned around and walked out the doors of the exhibit. And you rolled your eyes, leaning down and grabbing more Anubis plushies. You listened to Steven’s steps fade into the background and disappear behind the door to the back room.

You broke apart the box once done stacking the plushies onto their respective shelves, setting it behind the cash register. You wandered around the shop, making sure things were all stacked accordingly, fixing up Steven’s rushed stacking and putting away his empty box. You’ve also decided to grab one of your spare cleaning rags to clean up the exhibits that we’re guarded by glass.

As you clean, you notice two things, the moon is full and the large jackal statue that guarded the entrance to your exhibit was missing. Odd. Did they move it today without you notice? Or.. did something happen?

As if on queue, a noise sounded behind. Nothing more than a creak, but you couldn’t help but turn around. And before you stood an 8 foot snarling, drooling jackal.

It lunged at you and with the flick of a switch, you summoned your suit and held it back with your staff, your hands on either side and it’s jaws gaping around the metal rod.

“shit..” you muttered, drool dripping onto the floor.

With a thrust of your arms, you overpowered the jackal, and held it to the floor with a foot on its chest and the pronged end pressed up against its forehead.

“Down,” You ordered.

The jackal was still, like it was in a trance. It reminded you of a dead insect, with it on its back and it’s legs bent. It breathed still, the jackal’s eyes watching you.

“Stay,” You ordered again, cautiously lifting your foot from its chest.

It stayed.

“Go back to your post, jackal,” You told it.

The jackal scrambled up and over to the empty stone stand over by the entrance and sat exactly like the one on the other side of the door. Slowly, it turned back to stone.

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Period headcannons with Eddie

A/n: I got mine today and it sucks. It hurts so bad today

I think Eddie’s a portable space heater

You wonder how he doesn’t get hot under all those layers

So when your period kicks in and you’re hurting, you know that only the heat of Eddie and the pressure of him can help you through the waves of pain

Which is what’s happening right now, it’s right after school on a wednesday and you’ve done your best to get through the day but to no avail

You’re on your back on Eddie’s bed, shirt on but no pants as the uncomfortable pressure of the jeans only made your suffering worse

Eddie’s in full attire, jeans, leather, and vest. His excuse is that it’s cold outside

It is so you believe him

But anyways, Eddie’s upper body is on you. His head on your chest so there’s a nice pressure on your abdomen and down

You’d have fallen asleep if it weren’t for the pain, which Eddie can feel when you tense up

Eddie helps you breathe through it, his arms around the curve of your back and you can feel his fingers rub when a particularly tough wave of pain goes through your body

“You want anything? Tea? Water? Soda?” He’d ask

“Sleep” you’d answer

You groan when he gets up

Eddie does quick work of shedding his jeans and jackets, shuffling his blankets down the bed so he can turn you onto your side and mold himself into you behind you, spooning you

He knows you like this, it’s the best way to get you to sleep

And when he rubs your back

But when you’re in pain like this he knows you like to be enveloped in his heat, his hands on you

Eddie moves your hair to the side and out his way so he can press kisses to the back of your neck as he rubs your lower stomach

Soon enough you’re more than halfway to dream town, the scent of Eddie taking over your sense of smell and the feeling of his hands gently rubbing your side lulling you to sleep

He knows your asleep by the way you breathe, and the way your body completely relaxed

Eddie can only pull you closer, nuzzling his face into your neck, rubbing your side until he falls asleep himself

274 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Boys Reacting Towards Your Quirk

Paring(s): Izuku Midoryia x reader, Shouto Todoroki x reader, Katsuki Bakugou x reader, Ejiro Kirishima x reader

Genre: this is more of a "meeting you for the first time", not really fluff but yeah

Warnings: little bit of violence, little bit of swearing, and bit of a lovestruck Kirishima

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Your Quirk: Hyena and Fire

With your mother having a hyena quirk and your dad having a fire quirk, you happened to be one of the very few to inherit both of your parents quirks.

With the characteristics of a hyena, including ears, teeth, claws, and tail, and the ability to emit fire from your body (like shouto), you make for a very interesting student at UA.

Though, these quirks don’t come without side effects, as in; cut lips from teeth, having to constantly cut/file down your nails, overheating, burns from emitting certain temperatures of fire, lose of your voice if breathing fire, and sometimes immobility from overworking yourself.

In fact, your hyena quirk also comes with an ability to eat, and that means big meals and many many snacks. But that also means energy to burn and it’s easier to workout.

But guess what?? These boys wouldn’t love you any less.

——

Izuku Midoriya

You instantly catch his eyes at the UA entetance exam. With your unique laugh and your ability to slip out of opponents hands, he instantly starts making mental notes for his notebooks.

He’s shocked once he sees your fire as you blaze past him. His green eyes widen at the warm glory as you burn the ground behind you.

After the exam, he finds you holding ice to your face. Water dripping down your arms and your tomato colored face.

“You-You were really good out there!” Midoriya stammers.

You look up at his, eyes flitting over his form before nodding.

“Thank you. You were pretty good too, despite your broken arms,” You look between his bandaged arms.

He was like 1/8th of a mummy, though you wouldn’t tell him that. It’s rude.

“Midoriya,” The green haired boy introduces, “I hope you get into UA!! I-I’d love to see you around more!!”

“Me too, Midoriya. I hope to see you around,” Your flick your ears as a loud voice sounds over the speaker.

A few days after the entrance exam, you’re put into the hero provision course and training starts with Sensei Aizawa.

The girls of glass 1-A take a liking to you quick, with your strong, unladylike (as Mineta says) quirks.

The more you show your quirk and the more you train, the more Midoriya keeps writing his notebook. He’s drawn a little figure of you, arrows pointing to where your hyena quirk shows. He has detailed explanations all over your page.

Midoriya notices, after some weeks, training is noticeably hard for you.

The strong rays of the autumn sun wear you out fast. You overheat quickly. Training on shaky legs, blurry vision, and messy flame practice, Aizawa will let you take breaks in between training sessions.

After noticing this, Midoryia looks out for you. Going up to your guy’s intimidating teacher to tell him you need a break, and fetching you water and ice before going back to work.

Speaking of ice, at the end of the day, class 1-A often finds you laying outside in the shady, grassy part of the training area in a large pile of ice, which is quickly melting due to your heat.

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325 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

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Javier is standing before you. No shirt on, jeans unbuttoned. Sweat on his golden chest still casting an ethereal shine. He’s holding a fresh glass of water. Your dehydrated body salivates. He’s not a mirage in a desert, though. His shirt is still on your floor with yours.

he's still here!!!!!!!!!

“That fast? Without a shirt?”

it's probably weird for me to take out a single piece of dialogue like this but i just feel like this specifically really caught me as something that encapsulates his voice

He pulls you towards his broad frame and holds you tightly. Pressed against him, chest to chest, you listen to his deep, slow breathing. Skin to skin, he co-regulates you like a baby, fragile in his arms.

this is the only that i want with a man, not kidding, like i could do a self-psychoanalysis here but i can *feel* this right now. it hurts it hurts it hurts (i hate that my love language is physical touch! i want him to do this to me!)

You wait for his rejection. An excuse. A line. A wink and a slap on the ass. A reason to stop fighting and drown.

yes, yes, yes. even tho reader is the opposite of me, like i am an open book and in a relationship will give myself to someone fully just like that, i love this. the juxtaposition, her thinking she wants him to play it off (us both - me and reader- believing he will) but admitting that she *does* truly want to let her guard down

A little light shimmers behind your ribcage. The light in your chest flickers again. It’s dim, but still, it could guide someone through the dark forest of viscera in your chest cavity to your heart.

this partially gives me a feeling specifically related to disco elysium (dolores dei with her golden lungs) so that might not mean anything to anyone else, but even without that, this imagery is so beautiful. the dim light, guiding him to her heart.

He runs his thumb across his bottom lip in thought. You wonder if that’s one of his tells. It’s kind of a slutty one,

slut slut slut!!! it's that moment where he's flirting with christina and says that he "just wants to talk"

“I don’t think so,” he decides, “maybe early on.”

i love angsty javi :(( who tried so hard and failed (at least in his own mind)

Time weighted down by the tension. You pause. His hand is heavy, dead weight in yours, letting you have him.

the thing about time again. so good. and him giving himself over in the same way that reader did during part one

But his cock refuses. It pokes and prods at your soft belly and lower back. Teasing. Begging to be scolded for disobeying. Protesting in opposition to Javier’s earnest affection.

this is so real. he can't help being kind of a horndog (if you will), but he's such a lover. javi falls in love with every woman it's canon

“No, baby, you can touch your greedy cock, not me.” A whiny little groan comes out of him, prickling with need. “Slowly,” you add, watching as he obeys. His hand pumps slowly.

add this to the list of things i want do to him

You bite sharply at his nipple, and he yelps and gapes at you. You straddle his waist and give him a stern look.

stop making me think about his nipples!! i want to bite him so bad!!!!!!!!!! istg

“When your cock is in my mouth, my pussy gets jealous. She’s too empty,” before he can respond, you drag his hand through your obscenely wet folds.

i'm so bad at writing reader talking dirty (because i'm such a quiet person in a sexual environment) and holy shit this was so hot!!!!!!!!! i love her

A single thought crosses your mind like a brilliant marquee on an empty boulevard.

gorgeous gorgeous line of imagery

But you like having him spread out on your mattress in the morning. You’d like to hear more of his voice.

don't ask why this made me tear up (my period lol) but for some reason "you'd like to hear more of his voice" makes me feel something. it's like how she doesn't care about her ex's on the answering machine bc she's already moved on (but also like a million other inexplicable emotions for me)

“A ride, hm?” His voice melts over the top of your head. You’re not listening to the words. Floating in a cloud. Just the baritone of his voice keeping you in the air. “C’mere, I’ve got a ride for you, cariño,” he growls into your hair before pulling you all the way on top of him. You shake with airy laughter, sitting up. Your laugh lights up his eyes. He looks at you like he wants more. It’s enough.

yes, yes, yes. such good characterization of him. and i love the way they feed off of each other, the chemistry (reminds me of javi and helena where you can just *feel* it emanating through the screen)

if you know anything about me, you know that i *hate* happy endings (usually). i love when people don't end up together bc i'm a miserable woman inside BUT i really liked this! because it didn't feel over the top, it was so subtle, not like a love at first sight (nonsense) situation but a realistic progression

10/10

Maladaptive Coping Mechanisms

Part 2

Pairing: Javier Peñal x f!reader

Summary: Looking for an escape from a horrible day, you take a sexy stranger home from the bar.

Warnings: smut, pwp, dom reader/sub jav undertones, switch reader/ switch javi undertones, oral sex, piv sex, AU unprotected sex has no risks bc it's fic, pwp but some feelings involved, pet names, dick & pussy pronouns,

Notes: still practicing, would love feedback, constructive criticism, or delusional inspiration <3

thanks to @miss-oranje-disco-dancer for your thoughts on part 1, i hope this part lives up to the first, and to @gothcsz for encouragement, and the kind anon who asked for part 2

WC: 5.3K

AO3: here

Part 1: here

It hurts gasping to catch your breath. Lungs filled with water. Eyes shut so tight a dull headache starts behind them. Every second feels like an hour. In your empty room, alone in your bed. Drowning. Sweat cooling and drying on your skin as the airconditioner hums. A sticky, wet pool of come between your legs. Damp, sweaty sheets. Great, add them to the laundry pile and everything else from your life you’d like to toss out the window. And over what? A man you said ten words to before your smile and fingers digging into his bicep begged him to fuck you?

When you open your eyes, you can still see his staring back at you deep, warm brown. A new mirage to haunt your mundane existence. You can still hear his baritone voice scratching your ears. You blink and blink, but it doesn’t fade. Javier is standing before you. No shirt on, jeans unbuttoned. Sweat on his golden chest still casting an ethereal shine. He’s holding a fresh glass of water. Your dehydrated body salivates. He’s not a mirage in a desert, though. His shirt is still on your floor with yours.

You scowl at him, drawing a confused look from him.

“Something wrong, cariño?” he asks pointedly.

“No.”

He sets the water down but doesn’t move closer. He gives you a look. Like he knows your ‘no’ was bullshit. How would he know? He doesn’t know you. Irritation creeps in, replacing the suffocating emptiness. He places a hand softly on your thigh. Gentle so you don’t bolt and run into the street to get hit by an unsuspecting driver in the dark, unable to see you until their headlights flood your eyes and reflect.

“Thought you’d left,” you answer quietly but honestly. You don’t know him. Why do you care if he thinks you look pathetic?

“That fast? Without a shirt?”

You shrug.

“You want me gone?” He asks, revealing nothing about his own desires. Stoic and frozen to avoid bias.

“No,” you shake your head, grab the water, swallowing and swallowing. It's so cold it hurts. You hope it never runs out. He can’t see who you really are if you’re hiding behind a glass. Despite your wishes, the glass runs dry. Javi takes it from you and sets it down.

You look at the man in front of you with sober eyes. He’s incredibly handsome. Without being fueled by blind rage, alcohol, or a contagious horny fever, you aren’t quite as confident. In fact, you suddenly feel overcome with vulnerability. A cord of insecurity wraps around your throat, constricting. You reach for another cigarette to escape the sensation, but Javi intercepts. He takes your hand in his, pulling you towards him until he gets you out of bed and standing before him. He pulls you towards his broad frame and holds you tightly. Pressed against him, chest to chest, you listen to his deep, slow breathing. Skin to skin, he co-regulates you like a baby, fragile in his arms.

You fight against it. Feeling pathetic. Unable to bare your fangs. Unable to slash with your claws and push him away. He holds you too tight. A heavy lump in your throat renders you unable to speak. Too raw. You’re lost at sea. Circling a whirlpool of dark thoughts. You wait for his rejection. An excuse. A line. A wink and a slap on the ass. A reason to stop fighting and drown. You shouldn’t care if he leaves or ruminate on what he says. He was a distraction. A hot, talented, unforgettable distraction. Another cigarette to burn down to your fingertips and discard in the pile of ash.

As if, once again, he could hear your hurricane of thoughts bellowing and howling for your attention, Javi shushes you.

“Quiet.” He runs his fingers up and down your spine. A little light shimmers behind your ribcage. His touch is soothing, and his voice is grounding as he hums into your ear about how soft your skin is. You inhale, your face pressed against his body. He’s spicy, earthy, and smoky. You bite and lick at the flesh you can reach. A barely there noise rumbles in his throat, only for you, only for the ear flush against him, flesh and blood.

“Shhhh,” he murmurs, “enough.” The light in your chest flickers again. It’s dim, but still, it could guide someone through the dark forest of viscera in your chest cavity to your heart. You shudder. Letting someone follow that beacon through the labyrinth to your jagged, glowing soul? No. What if they see the ugly shape, naked and scarred and bruised? What if they know what you need? What if they give it to you altruistically.

A stony scowl sets in place. Corners of your mouth weighed down and brows drawn tight. You break out of his hold. Rough and harsh against the warmth between your bodies.

“How do you know?” You demand an answer.

“Know what?”

“Why are you shushing me?”

“Too loud up here,” he taps the pad of his finger to your temple. A fissure streaking down your stone barricade.

“How do you know?”

“You have tells.”

“You don’t know me like that,” you jab a finger at his chest. Hostile and baiting.

“I’m observant,” he says like it’s a reasonable explanation, unperturbed by your bristling. You stare at him expectantly, waiting for more. Might as well cross your arms and tap your foot. Observant? What the fuck does that mean?

His hands flex at his sides, his mouth twitches, and then he rolls his shoulders, staying loose and relaxed. Like some thought just rolled through his whole body. “I’m not a good guy,” he says like it’s a fact. Not a threat or self-deprecating. Neutral.

“But, I know what I’m good at,” he continues, “you clench your jaw, start breathing shallowly, and your eyes–”

“Got it. I’m a walking billboard,” you cut him off sharply.

“No.”

You stare back at his face. Unreadable. You wonder what his tells are.

“I’m observant,” he repeats. You raise an eyebrow at him. “And,” he pauses, “I may have some special training and experience.”

“In …observing?”

“Something like that.”

“What are you Javi? A PI? Secret agent man? FBI?”

“DEA.”

“DEA?”

“Formerly.”

“Formerly? Did you get fired? Caught on the take? Testing the product?”

He snorts at you. You cracked a smile out of him. It softens you. A playful ease reemerging.

“Retired.”

He’s a man of few words, it seems. His walls have a strong foundation. You scrutinize his face and body swiftly and blatantly.

“You either have some freakish age-defying genetics, or the DEA retirement age is earlier than I thought,” you muse, earning a little huff of air that sounds like a stifled laugh from him.

“Chose an early retirement; resigned.” Something else is on the edge of his tongue. It doesn’t formulate.

“Did you like it?” You ask with sincerity. He blinks. Unprepared for that question. Shit, was that the wrong thing to ask? You notice the lines in his face. He runs his thumb across his bottom lip in thought. You wonder if that’s one of his tells. It’s kind of a slutty one, you think to yourself, suppressing a smile as you focus on his mouth. His lips. Soft and plush. The way they fit against yours–

“I don’t think so,” he decides, “maybe early on.”

You smile up at him, “s’good that you’re out of it then,” you say with an assertive nod.

He nods back with a deep exhale. Release. Like he’s letting go of something, but his eyes seem unfocused now. Another tell? Maybe you need special training to know. He seems far away in his head. Withdrawing. No, you want him to stay present with you. You liked how it felt when he appeared connected. Here. With you. You liked his confidence. The chemistry egged you on like you both were in on a secret. You think you might know how to bring him back. Plus, he needs it, you decide. You aren’t done with him, and he hasn’t disappeared completely. You readjust internally. More. You’re still smiling, but with an edge he hasn’t caught yet.

“Hey, Javi?” You purr.

“Hmm?” Still faraway.

You pick up one of his hands in both of yours and kiss each finger. Watching his face. Looking for the light behind his eyes. The tactile sensation draws it out like a stagelight, he’s fixed on your mouth. The size of your hands around his. The hunger in your eyes when you look through your lashes at him.

“What else are you good at?” You drop your voice. Your demons chitter and flap around the room. Maybe they’re chasing his. You drag his fingers down your body. Slowly. Both your heads droop, chin to chest, watching the private show. Just for you, except it’s for him. Between your breasts, down your soft belly. Lower and lower. Breathing your shared hot air. All you can hear is the fan in the airconditioner and your pulse. Time weighted down by the tension. You pause. His hand is heavy, dead weight in yours, letting you have him. You reverse, tracing back up, the same path, until you’re about to kiss his fingers again, but instead you wrap your lips around one and suck.

“Fuck,” his eyes widen briefly, and his jaw hangs slack. You pull off his finger wetly. Alluring. You don’t have to act. The expression forming on his face brings out your devious seductress. Smiling, wide. You bite your lip, toning it down. Batting your lashes at him. You’re like an image from a dream he’s been having since he was a teenager. He hopes he doesn’t wake up from it.

“Javi?”

“Yes.”

“What else are you good at?” you repeat. Tolerant of his lapse in responding. For now.

The switch flicks. He regains autonomous control of his limbs. Hands curl around your form, until one rests along the back of your neck, fingers slid into the hair at the base of your skull. The other wedges between your legs. Hot against the sticky mess you’d been forcing yourself to ignore since he first got out of your bed. He’s here, back.

“Good at making a mess of this pretty little pussy.”

“Mmm,” you agree. His voice unlocks something ravenous.

“Good at making you come wrapped around these fingers,” he slips and swirls them through the mess between your legs. Obscene.

“Mmm.”

“Good at filling you with this cock until you forget how to say anything ‘cept for ‘please, Javi’,” he declares as his other hand wraps yours around his growing length.

“Yes.”

“Good at giving you something to feel,” he continues on. He is no longer a man of few words; he’s not a laconic lover. A filthy little devil dances on his tongue. He’s a willing vessel. Tugging at your hair and slipping through your folds.

You giggle airily, and he pauses his running list of sex skills, waiting for an explanation. What could possibly be funny to you right now.

“Giving me something to feel,” you slip between another giggle. “Right now,” you pull at his wrist, “I feel like we could use a shower before we keep going. We’re messy.”

He laughs with you, and you adore how his eyes crinkle when he smiles wide.

You wash each other in the shower with care. Roles reversed from the cab of his truck, you sternly demand he behaves in the shower, citing an unreliable hot water tank. It’s hard to resist fooling around covered in soap, but he holds up his hands in surrender. He promises to behave. But his cock refuses. It pokes and prods at your soft belly and lower back. Teasing. Begging to be scolded for disobeying. Protesting in opposition to Javier’s earnest affection. He’s gentle washing your back. Vulnerable letting you wash his. It’s rejuvenating. He cleared your mind earlier, and gave you something to feel, with care and attention. You commit yourself to returning the favor. You’ll give him a break from whatever led him to brooding on a barstool.

You have a feeling he doesn’t give up control very often. He’s such an attentive listener, though. He’ll do great, you decide.

He knows something has changed. Wretched observant thing he is.

You are busy thinking, but you don’t have the same look on your face as you did at the bar or when he came back to your bedroom after getting more water. Your mind is racing, but with vigor. It radiates through the hot steam. A sparkle in your eye. Fluid movement. As if it were all premeditated, you dry off and direct him.

He’s bewitched by the riddle of you. Bold and quick witted, but raw and honest. It’s easy to notice when you’re lost in your head, but he can’t predict you. Time speeds up and slows down in your presence. Like he was knocked out cold, face to pavement. Then thrown in the backseat of a speeding car, but it’s on a cross country trip. When he makes eye contact with you in the rearview mirror from the backseat it’s unnerving. Is he your hostage? Were you the getaway driver?

You catch him drifting away. Naked and wet in your too bright bathroom, exposed like he’s on an operating table under the bright fluorescent lights. You watch as he towels off on autopilot.

He realizes he wants to stay longer, not because he knows the broken look from your face earlier, but because something else already stitches you together. You’re peculiar. Direct. Expressive. His speed. Some unspoken understanding, resolute and vibrant. Cutting through the void of the unknown. Real. He can read when you disappaer, but he can’t predict you.

Javi shakes his head to himself, lost in this train of thought. You’ve known her for a few hours. A couple drinks, sex, and a shower, he reminds himself. He also knows how you taste and how you feel wrapped around his cock, whining please, and that thought fans the flames.

Enough. You decide. He needs this.

He smells fresh and sweet from your body wash as you lead him back to your bedroom. He pulls your back into his damp chest, running his hands along your body and nearly purring in your ear. Good.

You whip around and take a step back, surprising him. He hesitates. You’re analyzing. Calculating. Your eyes drag over his body. His big brown eyes and kiss-swollen lips register that you pulled away from him. His hands flex like a predator, ready to grab and pull you back to him, but restrained. His cock reaches out towards you unabashedly, shouting for your attention.

You can’t help but feel the smile you feel pulling at the corners of your mouth.

“Javi?”

“Yes?”

“Are you good at following orders?”

“Nope.”

You laugh, surprised by his quick honesty.

“Kind of oxymoronic,” you ponder.

“How?”

“Well, now I don’t know if you should earn my favor for answering honestly or if I should prepare a punishment if you’re going to misbehave.”

Something flickers across his face. He swallows it.

“Let me try again.” You move closer and cup his cheek in your palm like he did to you when you first sat on your bed for him. You look into his eyes and speak softly, “You gave me what I needed earlier. Made me feel so good I forgot everything else.” He waits for you to continue, but you feel his chest puff with pride. “I’d like to give you what you need now, Javi.” He swallows again. You wondered if he’d have a quip for that, but he looks so serious. Focused.

“But first, I need to know if you’ll be good for me, Javi. Can you do that? Can you be good for me?”

You feel him melt slightly, into your palm, nearly imperceptible the weight shifting into your hold.

More. The wildfire within you is lit. Blazing.

“Yes,” he nearly whispers. A flush of heat crawls up his chest.

“Can you follow my orders?”

“Yes, mi reina,” he said, consenting. That’s new.

“Mmm,” you purr at him.

“Does your pretty cock know that?”

He blinks with a thin veil of confusion at you. Uncertain.

“Yes,” he confirms.

“Look at me,” you order.

You sink to your knees in front of him. You ego does flips in your stomach. He looms over you, but you hold the reins. You pepper little kitten licks up the underside of his shaft, holding his eye contact and pausing. You rest your soft cheek against his thigh. He’s tense. Waiting to know the rules.

“Does he look greedy to you?” You study the precome weeping from the head of his cock inches from your face.

“No, mi reina.”

“No?”

You avoid his crying erection and impishly toy with his balls. Lazily, you kiss and lick and suckle at them for your own enjoyment. And when you stop, you feel the weight of his gaze, and his unanswered questions, the payback.

“So good for me watching and not touching,” you praise. “But, baby, look. He’s drooling like a rabid dog.”

You swipe up a trail of the glistening fluid with precision, doing nothing to relieve him. He swallows tightly, his body buzzing with tension like a livewire. He finds it easy to dole out pleasure, direct his energy towards someone else, drown in unraveling a woman’s desires. But your knowing look at him is unnerving. Rattling his bravado. You move with precision, intensely.

“Tell me, Javi,” you peer up at his face, “do you have a greedy cock?”

You’re going to ruin him.

“Yes,” he relents through an exhale. You’ve found it. Kept locked in a cage. Leashed in the dark. How did you find it? Did he lead you there?

You tilt your head at him.

“Yes, mi reina,” he adds.

“Say it for me, baby,” you push.

He takes a shallow breath. You grin at him like a Cheshire Cat.

“I have a greedy cock, mi reina, a greedy disobedient cock.” Unlocked, you pocket the key. You’ve unleashed something within him. His feels a swirl of sick pleasure twisting in his core.

“Yes,” you exclaim with a bright look that gives him a rush. He wants to keep making you look like that.

“You can touch.” You reward him. Too easy.

He reaches for you, and you swat at his hand.

“No, baby, you can touch your greedy cock, not me.”

A whiny little groan comes out of him, prickling with need.

“Slowly,” you add, watching as he obeys. His hand pumps slowly. You can’t resist. Holding out your tongue, you move close enough that his rosy head taps against your wet tongue just long enough to get a taste. You hum. Pleased with his obedience and the taste of him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, closing his eyes tightly.

“Your eyes stay on me, though,” you remind him gently, with leniency for his current state of executive functioning.

“Would you like to know a secret?” You tease as you stand up and lean into his ear.

“Yes,” he pants. Breathy and gravelly. Delight coats your expression, you

“I like your big greedy cock,” you lilt.

A soft whine is pulled from his throat. You frown dramatically at him. Causing him to pause his tense strokes and his brow to furrow. You love the intoxicating feeling of having him at your mercy.

“But you already knew that,” you admonish, shaking your head at him.

“Already knew that,” he repeats. You’re not sure he could tell you what he just agreed to know.

“Not a very good secret then, I guess,” you think aloud. You’re light and lucid, bouncing around him as he’s anchored in the quicksand of your spell.

“But do you know,” circling behind him, you press your soft tits into his back, and you continue to rasp towards his ear, “how wet my pussy is now? Just from the idea of taking your cock down my throat? She’s about to drip down my legs.”

“Fuck,” he pants again and stops moving. You feel like the sun. You urge him to turn towards you as you crawl onto your bed and lay in the center. His eyes flick all over you, wanting to see everything.

He’s fighting to figure out where to lock his eyes. It feels euphoric to see how openly aroused he is by you.

“Did you know that?” You repeat.

“No.”

“S’what I thought,” you reposition yourself, “you wanna see for yourself?”

“Yes,” he answers rapidly. Eager.

You show him. Parting your legs to display the evidence. So wet and tender for him.

You’re locked in a timeloop. When you see his eyes flood with lust, and his body tenses, your desire swells in your core, flooding your glossy folds. When he sees your glistening sex fluttering and pulsing, it nearly brings him to his knees. A horny sisyphian wet dream. Turning each other on. But, crucially, you know how to break free.

“You wanna taste?” You ask.

“Yes, please.” Good manners.

He starts to move towards you, and you press him back.

“No, baby, lay right here, and I’ll give you a taste.”

He’s obedient. Settling next to you. For a moment, he has the urge to drag you by the hips to sit on his face. To take you for himself, no games. But then he hears your sweet voice praising him and feels overcome with a dizzying sense of validation.

“So perfect, baby, look at you,” you continue showering him with adoration. You’re mesmerizing with your sweet scent, wet lips, and your glassy eyes. Too good for him. He doesn’t deserve your attention like this.

You see the crease between his brows as he starts to overthink. Enough. You bite sharply at his nipple, and he yelps and gapes at you. You straddle his waist and give him a stern look.

“Stay here with me, Javi,” you order, ”don’t disappear in there.” You tap a finger lightly against his temple. He nods.

You hover over him and slip his swollen head through your folds, easily coating his length. He shudders and groans. So openly vocal and responsive to you. That’s good. I like to hear you, baby. You use him as you please, like a toy circling your clit. But it’s everything about him that saturates you in pleasure.

“Feel so fucking good,” you praise before pulling back and shifting down between his legs.

You lick and suck your arousal off of him. Loud and messy. You climb towards his face. “Open,” you place your hand under his jaw, “taste,” you murmur before feeding your tongue into his mouth. Kissing hungrily he lets out desperate, deep groans. Relaxing into your movements he simply accepts what you give and lets you feel his uninhibited reactions.

He finds you vexing and tantalizing. Letting him touch and taste, but not directly. He’d have half a mind to argue with you—despite having tormented you just the same—but how you light up and laugh when you best him fills him with a more profound desire. He likes how you look when you’re in charge. He likes that he just has to keep up. He likes being all consumed by the present moment, so caught up in you he can’t think about anything else.

You break away, seemingly satisfied with his participation thus far. You’re ethereal and glowing above him.

You slide down and return to your retribution. Teasing by lightly drawing your fingers around his leaking cock as it lies against his lower abdomen. You revel in delight over his muscles tensing and flexing, and he huffs impatiently as you increase the intensity of your vengeance. You trace the same outline with your tongue; you use his moves from earlier, breathing warm and cool air over his length and watching it twitch.

You stare up at him as you run the flat of your tongue from his balls up to his tip. He looks wrecked, staring back at you, and you feel powerful, holding his attention.

He catches the flash of a smirk before you slip your mouth around his tip and nearly overwhelm him with the warm slip of your tongue and the pressure of your mouth wrapped around him.

“Fuck,” he rasps.

You don’t let up, swiftly taking him further down. You focus on breathing and working him into the back of your throat, then back to just the tip. Your saliva drips and coats him as your hands work in time with your bobbing head. It’s messy, and the noises are pornographic as you pour your enthusiasm onto him. He’s cursing and groaning while you continue on, and you can’t take the sight of him anymore. You pull off him and crawl up the bed on your hands and knees. You sit up and pick up one of his hands.

“Javi, I have a problem,”

“Shit, what?”

“When your cock is in my mouth, my pussy gets jealous. She’s too empty,” before he can respond, you drag his hand through your obscenely wet folds.

“Fuck,” he chokes out. It must be his favorite word.

“Mhmm,” you agree.

“Use me,” he says in a hoarse voice.

“I intend to,” you reply.

And you do. You ride him with an unrestrained vigor. You start bouncing up and down, tossing your head back to give him a little show. You drive him into a frenzy as you freely describe how good he makes you feel. And when he looks wholly fucked out, you taunt him for looking so pleased when his body is yours to use.

When he breaks, you feel his hands caress your body greedily. He squeezes at your hips, and he gapes with stars in his eyes at your tits perfectly filling his hands. He gropes at your ass and digs his fingers into your plush skin, pulling you down harder onto him with each bounce.

You consider how you might torture him further for touching without asking, but decide you just need to see him come undone. A single thought crosses your mind like a brilliant marquee on an empty boulevard.

He remains happy to obey as you instruct him to swap positions.

“You’re going to keep fucking me hard and deep while I come on your cock,” you order as you trail your hand down to your clit to your liking.

“Yes,” he agrees. “Come. Come on my cock.” He chants raggedly as you do. Your orgasm ripples across your body until the oversensitivity hits, and you press your hand into Javi’s chest. He pauses, hovering over you. You breathe as you come down and observe the exertion written across his features.

“Again,” you state, and he slides back into you. “I need it now, Javi,” you continue. “I need you to come. Fill me up. Just like you promised.”

You can’t get there with him again fast enough, but don’t need to. You just want to feel him deep inside you, releasing everything he’s got. And he’s more than willing to follow orders. He thrusts into you deeply until his hips jerk, and you can feel him pulsing inside of you as he comes.

“Please, take it.” You make out in between words that he smothers in your skin.

When he collapses on top of you, and your fingers rake through his hair, it’s as if he turns to liquid, and your soul absorbs him up.

You hum contentedly at him and push until he rolls off.

You order him to stay in bed before you’re off to clean up, bring him a towel, and of course, refill water glasses for both of you. As you walk into the kitchen, you see the flashing light on your answering machine. You didn’t notice it when you got home earlier, but it reminds you of the reality of the night. You know it’s a scathing message from your ex for walking away hours ago.

You feel a thread of annoyance, but it doesn’t escalate as you return to your bedroom.

Javi is where you left him and watches you with a funny look in his eyes as you carry on about your tasks until you return to his side. He likes seeing you move about your space, naked and unhurried. How insistint you are about taking care of him, it feels natural.

“What?” you grill him for staring.

“Nothing, nothing,” he assuages, raising his hands in defense.

You like how he looks in your bed with his dewy skin and mussed hair.

“Seems like you can be good at following orders,” you note.

“Depends on who’s doing the ordering, I guess” he shrugs, and you roll your eyes.

You offer him a cigarette and notice the time on the clock on your nightstand.

“It’s late,” you state, and he nods, taking a long drag.

“Stay,” you suggest, hoping it doesn’t sound needy.

“That an order, mi reina?”

You didn’t expect to hear that endearment outside of sex. It makes you float.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He’s there. In the morning when you wake up. Taking up too much space in your bed, sprawled on his stomach. Trapping you under a heavy arm. Snoring hot air into your shoulder. His body is a furnace, the sheet balled up towards your feet, leaving his bare skin exposed to the morning light. His smooth back and the curve of his ass are candid and honest next to you. You figured he would’ve disappeared before you woke up. Like a cryptid. You thought you’d be searching for any trace that he was real. Fortunately, you are surrounded by evidence. He is real, and unguarded. And somehow weighing your whole body down with just one arm. You squirm trying to check the time and he stirs. You still.

“Morning,” he grumbles. Of course his morning voice is sexier than you could’ve imagined.

“Morning.”

He peels his arm from your skin, releasing you. Free to stretch you reveal the ache in your shoulders from sleeping in that position with a groan. The room smells like sweat and sex, with faint notes of your shampoo and his aftershave lingering on your pillows. You instantly miss his touch, despite the fact that you were overheating from his warmth. You wait for a clue. What happens next? He was supposed to be temporary. A high you chased. Just a distraction, help you avoid reality and your emotions. But you like having him spread out on your mattress in the morning. You’d like to hear more of his voice.

He flips onto his back and scoops you under his arm. Oh. Head on his chest. You hear the strong beat of his heart in his chest. You might as well try.

“You want–” “Can I–”

You both laugh, your head bumping into his chest. You urge him to go first. Reveal his hand.

“Can I take you to breakfast?” he asks, “maybe after another shower,” he adds considering whatever fluids are still pasted to his skin.

You couldn’t have resisted the smile spreading on your face if you’d been warned ahead of time. You know he feels it pressed against his skin.

“I was going to offer to make coffee, but that does sound better.”

“Good.”

“Plus, I could use a ride back to my car. It’s still outside the bar.”

It’s enough.

#liz incoherently rambles #i feel like i have more thoughts but i can't get them from brain to fingers #fic recs

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allcxmeclose · 10 months ago

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Below is a list of random/vague headcanons that have come up for Quincy. The list’ll be updated as I think of them.

It’s also a good place to hunt mushrooms. Which is just something he picked up to kill time.

He always has a bottle of hot sauce on him or nearby for emergencies.

Other things he keeps on him include an old instant camera. It’s usually in his pack. In his wallet is a phone number and address. It’s his kid’s. He’s never called it.

He moved to Cypress Falls with his sister a year or two ago. for a fresh start. it’s not been bad so far.

Drives a 1969 black camaro that he fixed. He’s currently working on a rebuilding a bike, but honestly he isn’t sure he’ll ever get it on the road.

he prefers older partners. more specifically unavailable older partners. people with partners or just don’t want a relationship in general. he’s been with a range of people his age and younger and it just– it doesn’t work out. anyone too needy and immature or looking for something serious is not for him.

flings and one night stand are his normal though he doesn’t fuck around a lot. he can go extended periods of time simply enjoying his own ‘company’ both in the platonic and sexual sense.

he prefers tea to coffee. he also makes his own shroom tea which he’ll partake in when he’s doing whatever he does in the woods. Or major social events.

he loves bollywood movies, songs, dances, the whole shebang. it’s so over the top and he’s honestly not bad at some of the dances? during all the shit with the trust fund crew, he met and became really good friends with a guy named Frosty, aka Masud. He had tips and Quince might’ve already been a bit tipsy. They got high on shrooms, Masud introduced him to them and spent they night dancing and rambling and just having a good time. In fact, that night help the guy get comfortable enough to ask 'woo’ his betrothed the way he wanted/be himself. He accredits Quincy with helping him cross that hurdle and make a real connection with his fiancee.

He has a thirteen year old daughter named Bryony. She lives about two or three hours away and he send money when he can, but that’s only a recent development. There been zero contact actual contact with her and he’s only seen her in person once. She was three and having a disgustingly glittery tea party. He remembers all her stuffed animals had on tiny party hats, but that’s about it. he has her number in his wallet, but he’s never called it.

#quincy nichols::|| headcanon #::|| headcanons

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borathae · 2 years ago

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↳ Index [Day 29 - Waxplay]

Pairing: OGC!couple

Kinks: Dom!Jungkook with so much *spice*, sub!Reader, waxplay, doggy style, tattoos & piercings, blindfold, sensory play, leather handcuffs, praise, body worship, nipple massage, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, edging, strength kink, tears, squirting, facial, cum swallowing, the aftercare!!, jungkook needs to calm down like seriously good sir stop being so hot wtf, he is both gentle and rough and i *screeches*

Wordcount: 8k

a/n: he makes me *throws chair against wall* you know? ogc koo once again deserves the world and a good fuck, no joke 🧡

If there was one thing about your relationship with Jungkook that was awesome, it was the fact that you never stopped discovering new things together. May it be new recipes to try out or new ideas for your weekly dates, new places to go to or new kinks to try in the bedroom. You never ran out of new experiences. Truly, life with your husband never becomes boring. Just last week, you tried surfing for the first time and loved it a lot. You were just a little clumsy at first while Jungkook learned how to do it within ten minutes. He is talented like that. Another time you tried out the most delicious baked brie bites for dinner. You ended up dancing in the kitchen to random upbeat songs while the food was in the oven. That was still back when you were living up north in your little cabin.

You sometimes missed that life. The cabin was so cozy and you had the loveliest four seasons. The winters you had during that time will always stay in your memories and especially the Christmas party you had with all your friends. You miss the cabin when you think back to those times.

You wouldn’t change that life with your current life however. You dreamt of owning a house by the coast ever since you were a kid. You always imagined yourself all alone in that house, until Jungkook came along and you built your dream life with him brick by brick. The walls may have had a phase of shakiness for a few months in the beginning of construction, but this has been so long ago that those cracks have long been repaired and taken care of. You don’t really think about those times these days. They don’t even seem real to you anymore.

How could they? When life with Jungkook was all you ever dreamt of and more.

Jungkook is holding you close, rocking his hips against your thigh while his lips were on your neck. He kisses it slowly, having his eyes closed. You have your eyes closed as well, moaning softly as a slow R&B song on the bluetooth speaker controls the tempo. You have the windows open so you can still hear the occasional call of a seagull flying by. His kisses feel so good, wrapping your body into the warmest blanket of shivers and tingles. His hand is traveling up and down your torso, making your skin prickle wherever he touches you.

The sunset is the most golden of oranges tonight, soaking the world in its colours. The air smells like fresh ocean and the sweet smell of your husband. You know you can only smell the second scent because he was so close to you.

You two had a glass of red wine after the fanciest dinner ever. It was homemade pizza but you made them look like hearts, which made it fancy. Bam wanted to snatch a piece until you very firmly told him to behave. He then behaved like the well-trained puppy the two of you raise him as, lounging by your feet as you ate and chatted about your days. Bam is already in his crate by now, sleeping soundly because he had a long day of running around the garden, sniffing Jungkook’s feet (he has that peculiar habit lately) and playing fetch with you on the beach. It was Jungkook’s turn to do Bam’s evening routine and while he was busy with taking care of your furry son, you prepared a little surprise in the bedroom.

It was you. You were the surprise. Dressed in Jungkook favourite negligee and wearing fine jewelry solely so he could take them off of you. Then you pressed play on your favourite playlist and waited for him to return. Jungkook called the playlist “smexy time” and till this day the name makes you chuckle.

“No way, darling”, Jungkook gasped once he returned and then hurried to where you were standing on the balcony just to take you into his arms for a deep kiss, “you look so fucking beautiful. I can’t believe you’re real.”

“Do you like it?” you asked him.

“I love it”, he answered you and then he picked you up just to twirl you until you were squeaking in laughter.

He set you down afterwards, “dance with me, my love”, he whispered.

“How long?” you asked him.

“Until the sun set behind the horizon”, he answered you and together you fell into a slow, oh so touchy dance.

Lips followed the rhythm of your hearts, tongues danced with each other, hands ran over the other’s body in exploration and the deepest gazes were exchanged. Laughter filled the night and whispers of innocent adoration met the other’s ears answered by an equally as lovely whisper.

And while you didn’t expect Jungkook to react to your outfit with such romance in his heart, you didn’t complain. If there is one thing your husband is good at, besides being the best person ever, it has to be being romantic. You always joke that he is the most hopeless romantic ever to which he always answers you with “how can I be hopeless when I found you?”

Jungkook lifts his lips from your neck, kissing the shell of your ear instead.

“The sun’s almost set”, he whispers, sending shivers down your spine because it felt so good to have him whisper against your ear.

“I know”, you breathe.

“I want to treat you like a queen tonight”, he says and sighs as he takes your earlobe between his lips to nibble on it softly.

“Aren’t you always treating me like one?”

Jungkook chuckles, trailing his kisses to your cheek.

“Fine, then I wanna treat you like a goddess”, he says, making you giggle.

“You’re such a sweet talker.” Your gazes meet. You reach up, running your fingers through his long, fluffy hair. He has the prettiest eyes in that light. “I love that so much.”

Jungkook smiles, eyes lighting up in fondness.

“Are you still into the idea?” he asks you.

“Yes. You?”

“Yeah, my cock’s really hard though.”

“I didn’t even notice”, you tease him with sarcasm in your voice, tensing your thigh where his hard dick is currently resting.

Jungkook chuckles, “you know I can’t help it. You’re the sexiest woman ever. Especially in that negligee”, he says, running his hand along the curves of your waist.

You chase his touch with a fluttering heart, fingers falling from his hair to instead hook them in the straps of your dress. Jungkook watches you carefully, hand lingering on your hip to massage it slowly. His breathing is quickened, his pupils dilated.

“You’re so hot”, he whispers, eyes following your fingers as they tug down the straps. More and more of your chest gets exposed until finally your breasts reveal themselves to his eyes, “shit baby”, Jungkook gasps, gulping hungrily, “are your tits getting prettier day by day? What the hell? How are you so beautiful?”

"You think so?"

"Of course I do. You’re so goddamn gorgeous."

Spurred on by his praise, you arch your back to get the negligee more down your body. Jungkook takes over for you when you have reached your hips. He pulls the dress down your legs, placing it on the bed afterwards. Then he reaches for the leather handcuffs you laid out as part of your surprise. He tangles them from his fingers, eyes gleaming playfully.

“Still wanna be my prisoner?” he asks you.

You present your wrists to him, “why don’t you find out?”

Jungkook gets back on bed, leaving two loving kisses on each of your inner thighs and three up your tummy. He leaves out your breasts on purpose, riling you up by whispering a sweet praise which made his breath swirl over your sensitive nipple.

“You tease”, you whine.

“Mhm, yeah”, he agrees, taking your hands to pin them above your head. His knees are on each side of your hips, his long hair is hanging into his eyes. He is smiling, caressing your wrists. His strong fingers are around them, holding them in place, “I’ve got you now”, he rasps.

“You do”, you whisper.

“Now, can you be my good girl and keep your hands just like this?”

You nod your head.

“That’s my girl”, he say, eyes softening in fondness.

You gaze at his body as he works. Black boxers and no shirt. He had a shirt on once, but took it off after you ended up stumbling back into the bedroom, making out and groping each other needily. The shirt left his body the moment he laid you down in the soft sheets of your bed. It is now lying forgotten on the floor.

The light of the setting sun has changed from golden orange to pinkish red. It really brings out his tattoos. Jungkook extended his sleeves last month, so now he has tattoos spanning over his shoulders as well. They reach just about enough of his chest to make them look so incredibly sexy. He is seriously the most handsome man in existence.

“How do you feel?” Jungkook asks, having finished securing the handcuffs around your wrists.

“Good. It’s comfortable.”

“That’s good to hear. You know what to say when it starts to hurt.”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook smiles, running his fingertips down your arms.

“Good girl”, he praises, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Koo”, you whisper, feeling dizzy. He is so gentle. It’s driving you insane.

“Relax now sweetie, I’m getting the candle.”

“And the blindfold”, you remind him.

“Of course, how could I forget?” he says in a chuckle, giving your cheek a soft pinch before climbing off of you to strut to the bedside table where a candle is burning. It was a candle especially made for waxplay and you asked Jungkook if he wanted to try out this kink tonight.

“Okay damn”, Jungkook laughed back then, having to sit down at the edge of the bed, “that is. Phew.”

“Is that okay?” you asked him, sitting down next to him. You placed your hand on his back, rubbing it soothingly, “this was obviously just an idea. If you’re not in the mood for it, we don’t have to do it.”

“No, no I am. I am. I’m just”, he exhaled sharply, “this is like so hot. I’m a weak man, you can’t tell me that so casually.”

You snickered and leaned in to kiss his shoulder. “So was that a yes? Wanna explore it together, baby?”

Jungkook looked at your lips, “yeah, I do. Wanna explore it with you”, he whispered and leaned in to finally kiss you. And the rest is known already.

Jungkook returns to you, placing the blindfold on your tummy for now. He is sitting on the bed next to you cross-legged, looking into the now blown out candle.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, using your abs to sit yourself up. Your tied wrists you keep resting on your lap for now.

“Did you ever, like, get wax poured on your body?” he asks, studying your features.

You shake your head.

“And you trust me to do that to you?”

“Kookie, I trusted you to choke me again after what happened, didn’t I?”

He nods his head.

“So what more do you need to know that I trust you blindly?” you say, picking up the blindfold with just a little bit of struggle, “quite literally tonight.”

“I know you’re trying to be funny right now, but I kinda wanna cry”, he confesses and pouts, sagging his shoulders, “I’m so thankful for you.”

“Aww Kookie, you’re so cute. Don’t cry”, you say.

“I can’t help it. I’m such a sap”, he says and rubs at his eyes, “okay, okay I’m good. I’m good again”, he mumbles and straightens his back. He is so cute.

He scoots closer, draping an arm around you behind your back. Like this your arm is touching his chest. He leans in, stubbing you with his nose until you tilt your head. His kiss is so close to reach, just one little movement and you could have it.

“I wanted to say something sexy right now, but all I’m thinking about is the fact that I haven’t done this either and I’m nervous”, he whispers, cracking you up.

“It’s okay, we’ll take it slow.”

“Mhm yeah, that sounds like a plan”, he smiles, pecking your lips before sitting back to look into the candle.

“Okay let’s try it”, he says, tilting it over his own wrist.

“What are you doing?” you ask him.

“Trying it on me first in case it’s too hot. I don’t wanna hurt you."

"Oh? So it’s better if you hurt yourself?"

"I can take it, I’m a big boy."

You snort, "fine, but do it carefully.”

“I am”, he says and finally tilts the candle. “Oh”, Jungkook lets out, wiggling his fingers as a reaction to the wax hitting his skin.

“And?”

“It stings a little, but I really like it.”

“Can I?” you ask him.

“Yeah. Where?”

“I don’t know, uhm. Arm?”

Jungkook takes your tied hands and pulls them to him so he has a nice surface of your arm to pour the wax on, “I'll do it now.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook tilts the candle. The wax hits your skin. Hot and sharp. That's how it feels.

“Ah, oh. Okay”, you let out a breathy laugh, “I didn’t expect it to feel like that.”

“Is it too much?” Jungkook asks worriedly, “see? That’s why I wanted to be first, because I knew this would happen. Now you’re hurt and-“

“Kook”, you stop his whining by kissing his lips.

Jungkook exhales shakily, eyes fluttering closed and fingers closing around your hands.

“I'm okay”, you whisper, “you don’t have to worry, I’m a big girl too.”

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, “fuck, sorry. I'm always such a nervous mess with stuff that could potentially hurt you. You know me, I’d have to murder myself if I ever hurt you. Like not in a suicidal way but a revenge kinda way.”

“I know”, you giggle, pecking his lips, “you're so dramatic, please don’t murder yourself.”

Jungkook peels his eyes open, gazing at you. You do the same.

“Do you wanna do more?” you ask him.

“Only if you want to.”

“I do.”

Jungkook smiles shyly, “then I wanna do more.”

“Awesomesauce.”

He giggles, “oh god. I haven't said that in ages, have I?”

“Hehe yeah”, you giggle, scrunching your nose up.

Jungkook does the same before leaning in and claiming your lips in a sweet kiss. One you retort happily, scooting closer to him just to get more.

"I'm so excited", you mumble between kisses.

"Me too", he answers you, breaking the kiss to look, “I just realised that I tied up your hands wrong. You wanted to be on your tummy, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You can’t do that like that”, he says, “wait, I’ll fix it”, he adds and sets the candle aside. He lights it again to make sure more wax can be collected, then hurries back to you. He climbs on bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you to reach your wrists.

“Fuck, that’s nice”, you whisper, resting your head back against him. His chest feels so strong like that, his arms are cradling you so nicely.

Jungkook hums softly, kissing your shoulder.

“That’s it baby, lean into me. I’ve got you”, he whispers, opening the metal clip of the chain keeping your wrists together. He takes your hands and then guides them behind your back, “I’ve got you all to me”, he adds before chuckling playfully.

“Yeah”, you sigh, squirming on the sheets. It’s so nice to be his prisoner. He’s the most amazing captor. You hope he’ll never release you again.

The clip closes, Jungkook snatches the blindfold from your lap. Then he runs his hands up your arms until he reaches your shoulders. He massages them for a little, lips dancing over your neck slowly.

“I’ll put the blindfold on now, yeah?” he whispers.

“Yes, please do it”, you sigh, gasping when Jungkook places the soft fabric over your eyes. He guides it to the back of your head, closing it carefully.

“Too tight?”

“A little, yeah.”

Jungkook fixes it, “better?”

“Yes, that’s good. I really like it.”

“Me too”, he says, kissing the back of your head, “you look so pretty like that.”

“God Koo, I’m so wet”, you confess, rubbing your thighs together, “you feel so good.”

“You too sweetie, you make me so hard”, he whispers, pressing a loving kiss to your shoulder, “do you wanna lie on your tummy now, mhm?”

“Yeah I do.”

“That’s my girl. Come, I’ll help you.”

With Jungkook’s gentle hands you lie down on your stomach successfully. He even makes sure that your hair doesn’t tickle you and that your neck is relaxed.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Good. I’m comfy. Thank you, Koo.”

“That’s good to hear”, he says, letting his eyes travel down your body, “okay but look at you. You’re a literal goddess”, he gasps, running his hands down your back.

“Fuck”, you whisper under your breath, parting your legs needily. He’s got you so riled up without actually having done much. Jungkook’s just that good. He knows exactly what to do or say to get you all hot and bothered.

“I’ll get the candle and then we can start, yeah?”

“Just hurry up, god, you tease.”

Jungkook chuckles.

“I see someone’s getting impatient”, he says, giving your butt a soft spank, “naughty girl.”

“Urgh just do it, you doofus”, you groan, rolling your eyes mentally.

Jungkook snickers. He loves teasing you so much. You are always so cute when you pretend to be annoyed by it.

He crawls off the bed afterwards to get the candle.

You listen to him, shivering in excitement. You can hear his steps, when he blows out the candle and then feel the mattress dent beside you. His hand touches your upper back, making you gasp softly. It feels so warm now that all you can concentrate on is your sense of touch. You squirm, thighs pressing together in search for friction.

He chuckles, letting you know that he is watching you squeeze your legs together and therefore figured you out.

“I bet your pussy’s so wet, isn’t she, sweetie?” he rasps.

“Please Koo”, you plead, “don’t tease me.”

“I’m not”, he says in a snicker.

“Koo.”

“Okay, okay. Fine”, he laughs, “I’m already starting.”

He lifts the candle over your back, keeping it on your shoulder area.

“I’ll tilt it now, yeah?” Jungkook makes sure.

“Yeah, tilt it”, you say, waiting for the burn with held breath.

Jungkook is holding his breath as well, tilting the candle as slowly as possible. The wax drips down in three dots, making you gasp and for Jungkook to remove it quickly.

“Too hot?” he asks, watching you writhe on the mattress.

You groan, trying oh so hard to wiggle your shoulder.

“Baby, please say something. Did I hurt you?” Jungkook insists, voice shaking in emotion.

“No, it really surprised me”, you say, “do it again please.”

"Okay, but not much", he says, moving the candle over your back again to tilt it.

The first drip makes you groan and wiggle, the second drip makes you gasp and by the time Jungkook let the third droplet fall on your shoulder blade you are moaning.

The burn is sharp and only really lasts a second before dying down as a numb, bearable pinch. It feels so intense now that you can’t see what he is doing.

“How is that?” he asks you, letting a fourth droplet land on your skin.

“It's, ah, it’s good”, you rasp, “more.”

Jungkook tilts the candle, finally allowing for more wax to pour on you. He moved the candle further into the middle of your back for it, making you arch in surprise.

“Holy fuck”, you gasp, clenching your hands into fists at the intense yet addicting sting. You can feel it spread all over your skin. It cools down slowly, keeping the burn going for oh so long.

“Was that too much?” he sounds so nervous again.

“No, it wasn’t. Please just…” you sigh, “...continue. I'll tell you if it gets too much.”

"I'm sorry, I know the constant questions are a mood killer. I'm really nervous”, he says, "sorry", he adds in a whisper.

"Kook", you say, flip your head so you face him, "don’t apologize for that. I'm sorry if I made it sound as if I was annoyed by it. I just want you to have fun and not worry so much about whether you're doing good or not, you know?"

"Yeah I know. I do. I'm having lots of fun. The wax looks really sexy on your skin", he says, touching the drying wax right between your shoulder blades.

You sigh, chasing him happily.

"Feels good, Koo", you tell him in hopes that this would help him relax.

"It feels really good", he agrees, "it's still so warm. Does it really not hurt?"

“It didn’t hurt you, did it?”

“No but I'm a pain slut, I like it", he says, cracking you up.

"I like it too, doofus", you giggle, nuzzling into the sheets comfortably, "so please more. Wanna be covered in it."

"Okay, okay. I’ll do it for a little while and you tell me if it gets too much, yeah?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Jungkook leans down to kiss your marked back, straightening up afterwards.

“I love you, sweetie.”

“I love you too, Koo.”

He guides the candle to your other shoulder blade, stopping when he is right above where your upper arm begins. He tilts it, making you gasp shakily as a good amount of wax drips onto you.

You can feel the warmth run down your arm. It is sharp at first before turning into an intense prickling. You really hope for more.

"This is so hot”, Jungkook murmurs, voice raspy as he keeps it low. Tonight is a secret between you and him. He doesn’t want to ruin it by talking too loudly.

Jungkook guides the candle along your arm, leaving a trail of wax on it. The handcuffs jingle as you squirm, your throat produces the neediest moan. Quite frankly, it’s helping him get into the mood more and more. You are so reactive. It’s so hot.

"You're doing so well", he begins to feel confident, you know that he does because praise begins to come natural to him, "you look so pretty with the wax down your arm."

"Koo, don’t stop", you beg, waiting for the next pour with a racing heart. You don’t know where he will place it next and it is this uncertainty which ruins you in the best way possible.

The burn comes on your right arm, starting on your shoulder before stretching all the way down to your wrist.

“It's so hot”, you croak, “feels so good. Please Koo, don’t stop.”

“I have to wait for more wax to melt”, he says, placing the candle on the nightstand and lighting it anew for now, “but that’s okay, yeah? We're still gonna have fun, right?”

He places his hands on your upper back, running his thumbs along your muscles in a slow massage. He leans down, lips brushing your ear.

"We don’t need wax to have fun, do we? I just gotta touch the right spots and you're more melted than the wax."

"You're getting cocky", you sigh, shivering like crazy because of his whispers.

"Yeah and you're into that."

"Tzt", you click your tongue, "whatever."

Jungkook chuckles, kissing down the side of your neck until he has your shoulder under his lips. He kisses the little drops of wax he left, making you sigh and tingle.

And while he kisses you, his thumbs trace the outline of the big patch of wax he left in the middle of your back. The skin around it feels hotter than the rest of your body.

“You’re the prettiest woman, baby”, he praises, having the biggest heart eyes as he looks at your marked body. The wax is white once it dries. Jungkook thinks that it looks so good on your skin. Also maybe that it looks as if he nutted all over your back, but he keeps that thought to himself for now. It’s a really hot thought though, riling him up to the point where he has to fight the urge to take your helpless body and fuck you until you’re unable to speak. Consensually obviously.

You squirm and mewl for him. His fingers are dancing down your torso. It tickles so much. You hope he doesn’t ever stop.

Jungkook places his hand on your inner thigh, watching in delight how you part your legs in reaction. He can’t see your pussy from where he is sitting, but he knows that she must be dripping. You are panting like crazy.

“More”, you whisper, squirming desperately.

Jungkook hums and finally knows it’s safe to move. He slips his hand between your legs, running two of his tattooed fingers through your swollen folds.

“Fuck, oh god, Koo”, you keen, body trembling. You didn’t think he would actually go through with it. You are burning up. The touch feels so good.

“You’re fucking soaked”, he rasps, “fucking hell baby, you’re seriously so wet”, he says, sliding his fingers into your pussy.

“Ah Koo”, you moan, fingers closing in a desperate fist as he stuffs you with his fingers. It doesn’t hurt at all. On the contrary, it feels like heaven.

“Slid right in. Fuck baby, your pussy’s so greedy”, he teases, fucking his fingers in and out of you slowly. It makes the wettest of sounds, riling you up so much. He is right. You sound so wet. Fuck, you didn’t think it would be that much already.

“Koo please”, you mewl.

Jungkook leans down, kissing the edge of the dried wax patch in the middle of your back. And while he worships your marks, his fingers keep moving in you, making the sweetest love to you.

Honestly, he’s got you so needy that it only really takes him a few minutes before you are moving your body in that distinct way you always do before a good orgasm. Jungkook is kissing up and down your spine when you begin squirming, lifting his lips to sneak a glance up at your face.

You’ve got your lips parted, letting out the softest and neediest moans ever. You look as if you are in heaven (you are). You are so ready to cum. His fingers are fucking you so good.

Jungkook feels you clench around him and he knows it’s now or never. He pulls out.

“No”, you gasp loudly, hips shooting off the mattress in an attempt to get him back inside.

Jungkook laughs, pinning them back down.

“Why???” you whine, squirming under his strong grasp.

“More wax has melted”, he says nonchalantly.

“Oh god”, you whimper, “why would you do that to me?”

He chuckles deeply, “because I can.”

And with that, he abandons your terribly weak body on the bed to fetch the candle again.

You feel so betrayed. He edged you. You were so ready to cum around his fingers and now he edged you. Oh it hurts. Your pussy feels so empty now that you don’t have his fingers inside you anymore.

You can hear him blow the candle out and then hurry back to bed.

The mattress dents beside your thighs and a second later, you feel his weight on the back of them. He squeezes your thighs together, using barely any strength for it as you are way too weak.

You whimper, trying to fight the handcuffs. All that squeezing he is forcing you to do is keeping your pussy sensitive. It’s not enough to bring you over the edge, but just enough to remind you that you are abysmally horny right now.

He grips your tied hands and moves them aside to expose your entire ass to him. He rubs his palm up and down on it, sending electricity through your veins.

"You've got the best ass", he whispers.

All you can really do is whimper and mewl. Also fight for air. Oh it’s so hard to breathe.

“Take a breath for me, sweetie” he says and you try to obey as best as possible. Again, breathing is so hard when he’s got you so good.

Sharp, hot pain hits your left buttock.

“Ah fuck!” you yelp, twitching like crazy.

“Okay that was fucking hot. Baby….are you okay?” he rasps, eyes glued to the big patch of wax he left on your ass.

“This, this just- ah-ah”, you shudder, having to almost sob afterwards. This just felt as if he spanked you, except that the burn lingers longer and goes oh so much deeper. You want more

“That was so hot, seriously”, he says, placing his hand on the wax stain, “fuck, you’re burning up there.”

“Koo please”, you whimper, finally spilling tears, “please, please.”

“What do you want?”

“More.”

“You’re a fucking goddess”, he rasps, speaking in his native dialect. There it is. The telltale sign that he’s turned on to the brim. That deep, raspy almost lulled voice only comes out when the sex hits just right for him.

The wax hits your other side, forcing your body to flinch in reaction and for your throat to produce the most desperate of moans.

“Fuck, that’s hot”, Jungkook presses out, watching the wax spread over your ass. Some of it even manages to run down your hips, most definitely covering the sheets. He can’t bother to think about the clean up though, all that really matters is how much you are squirming.

He tilts the candle again and uses up the last of the melted wax to cover the middle of your butt, completing the picture that way.

You whimper and flinch, hands clenching into fists and arms tensing as you are trying to fight the restraints.

“How does that feel? You’re squirming so fucking much”, Jungkook asks, placing the candle on the bed for now.

“Like, like you spanked me b-but then it burns longer”, you stutter and sob softly, “Koo I wanna cum.”

“Fuck baby, you’re driving me insane”, he croaks, digging his thumbs into your lower back to massage it desperately, “my cock’s seriously so fucking hard.”

“Koo, please can I cum?”

“Are you even listening to what I tell you?” he asks.

You shake your head, “please”, you beg, lifting your hips only to get them slammed back down into the sheets.

“Stay down”, he growls, tattooed fingers holding you hostage strongly, “I should actually spank you for you not listening to me. I’m talking to you and all you’re thinking about is cumming?” he spits, scrambling your horny little brain. He’s so hot when he pretends to be mad at you for disobeying.

“Koo please”, you mewl, fighting the restraints desperately.

“Tch.”

Jungkook gets off your thighs and then off the bed.

“Koo?” you gasp, head shooting up in fear, “Koo where are you?”

He is as silent as the night. You can’t hear where he went.

“Koo please where are you?”

The floorboards croak on your left side. You turn your head to it, listening with bated breath. It was just once and now it’s silent again. Your heart is pounding.

“Koo please say something”, you beg, shivering like crazy. He’s left you all alone. You feel so destroyed. It’s like he edged you again without having to touch you. You want him back with you, “please I’m begging you, where are you?”

Nothing. Did he leave the room?

“Jungkook?” you whisper, having to whimper and squirm your hips, “please come back.”

Hands grab your ankles all of sudden, surprising you so much that you squeal. In one harsh tug, they managed to tug your weak body all the way down the mattress.

“Ah”, you moan. Jungkook’s back. You happily let him grip your arms and force you to straighten up until he can wrap his strong arms around your waist. He travels one of his hands up between your tits until he can rest it on your throat. His lips press themselves against your neck, he moans as he inhales your scent. He releases his air by growling deeply, lips coming to brush against your ear.

“You were so fucking cute right now. Did you seriously think I’ll leave you when you’re such a fucking mess, mhm?”

You can only make a sound for him. You solely stay up like that because he’s holding you. Without his support you would have already collapsed. Just imagining Jungkook standing at the foot end of the bed, watching you squirm and beg for him is ruining you. Judging by his now exposed boner grinding against your back, he also used the time to get naked. Did he touch himself while you were squirming?

“You can feel, can’t you?”

You nod your head as best as possible.

“It’s so hard for you, baby”, Jungkook rasps, resting his chin on your shoulder, “your tits look so fucking empty, don’t you think?”

“W-what do you mean?” you croak out.

“That”, he says and then the burning sensation of wax dripping onto your chest follows.

“Ah”, the sound is high-pitched and broken. You arch your back, trying to flee but he presses you back into him with his strong arm.

“Just like that”, he whispers, guiding the candle to your other breast to let wax drip down on it. He was ready for your attempt to flee this time around, pressing you into his chest. It makes his muscles tense and flex and for your back to grind against his pierced nipples. Jungkook moans in bliss, eyelids fluttering. That shit feels so good.

“Please”, you squeak out.

“Wanna take it slower again, mhm?” he asks, "I know I've been a little rough with you, haven’t I?"

"No slow", you shake your head, “more please.”

“Fuck baby, so hot”, Jungkook rasps, tilting the candle over your other breast. He feels confident to let a good amount of wax drip onto you.

“Ah, ah, wait ah”, you stutter, writhing desperately.

“I’m stopping”, he says, lifting the candle, “does it hurt? Should I take it off?”

“No, I just”, you take a shaky breath, pressing yourself closer to him, “I wanna cum. It feels so good on my nipple.”

“Fuck”, he exhales, eyes flitting down to your nipple. He didn’t even realise that the wax got all over it. Now it’s covered in a slowly drying layer of white wax, “you’re right, it’s all over your nipple. Holy shit, that’s so hot. How did that feel?”

“Intense. Really, really hot”, you say and then retort to keening, rubbing yourself against him desperately, “please make me cum, please.”

Jungkook growls quietly, you can feel it vibrate against your back. He gives your waist a soft squeeze, rolling his hips into you and therefore grinding his cock against you.

“You’re making me weak”, he says, kissing your shoulder, “not yet, “he says afterwards, “I wanna cover your other side too.”

“Koo please”, you beg weakly, head falling against him as you completely give up. You just wanna cum. Everything feels so intense. His hot, naked skin, his cock against you, his strong hold, the hardness of his nipple piercings, his kisses and the still drying wax on your tits. You can’t handle much more. You just want to cum.

Jungkook tilts the candle over your naked breast, letting the wax run down your skin. The sound you let out goes straight to his cock. You don’t even sound like his normally always so collected wife anymore. Your voice is all frail and high-pitched and your body’s trembling so much. You are also so heated up, skin covered in a layer of sweat. It’s running down along the lines of your tattoos. Jungkook swears, you’ve never been sexier before.

“Please”, you beg, fighting your restraints again which results in your fingertips brushing over his cock.

Jungkook moans throatily, lifting the candle and gathering your newly marked tit between his fingers. He holds it, letting it sit in his palm as the wax dries slowly.

“It’s covering my hand too, baby”, he lulls, “it’s so hot. Fuck, that must feel so good on your nipple. Mhm?”

You nod your head weakly. You are trying to touch his cock again. Maybe if you jerk him off, he’ll finally let you cum. Your nipples are pulsating. They are so sensitive, it’s unbelievable. The wax bordered almost too much on them and now you are suffering the consequences in the form of a dizzy head and a heavily leaking pussy aching for a stuffing.

“Of course it does”, Jungkook rasps and does the unthinkable of taking your nipple between his fingers to massage it. The wax is still wet enough that it smears between his fingers and your oversensitive nipple, adding a layer of unbearable to the massage which you weren’t ready for.

“Seriously”, you croak, collapsing for just a second and then Jungkook is holding you upright again.

“Don’t give up on me, sweetie”, he coos, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“I wanna”, you croak, soaking your blindfold with your tears.

Jungkook chuckles, kissing your shoulder, “I’ve got you baby, you can’t give up yet.”

“Please”, you are trying to touch his cock again, barely managing to do it.

“Mhhm cute”, he purrs, releasing your nipple to instead place his hand on the back of your head, “you’re so needy”, he taunts and then pushes you down.

You let it happen gladly, moaning loudly when Jungkook presses your head into the sheets, keeping your hips up with his right arm still around your waist. You can feel the wax on your ass crack because of it.

He lets go of your head, placing his hand on your covered ass. He traces the cracks in the wax, grabbing his cock with his unoccupied hand.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to touch my cock”, he says, placing his heavy length on your ass to grind it against the wax.

You can barely feel the contact because of it, whining for more instantly.

“I’m so big tonight, baby. It’s reaching you all the way to here”, he says, showing you the spot on your lower back.

You sob, sticking your ass out in hopes he understands.

“Wanna have it, mhm?”

You wiggle your ass and let out a needy sob.

“Then say it.”

“Please feed me cock, Koo”, you beg without hesitation.

“There we go. You sound so sweet when you’re cock needy”, he coos, rewarding you by stuffing you with his big, girthy length.

It makes the wettest, nastiest squelching sound as he fills you up, forcing so much of your juices out of you that it’s dripping onto the sheets.

“Shit baby, it’s like a whole lube bottle exploded inside you”, Jungkook gets out and groans, eyes focused on his cock, “you’re so wet.”

You can only moan and sob happily, feeling your entire body spiral out of control now that you finally have his cock. The emptiness is finally gone. You have Koo’s cock. This is the best thing ever.

Jungkook fucks you slow at first so he can see how he is shaping your pussy. His cock is all wet and white from your juices. Your pussy is so swollen and pretty.

“You’re creaming my cock, baby. That’s so fucking hot ”, he rasps and then he begins to pick up speed.

He makes sure that you feel each one of his thrusts. Hard and deep. It forces your ass to slam against his body and for the wax to crack more and more. Jungkook fucks you right through it, nails digging into your hips from gripping you so hard. He can feel the wax brittle off your ass, but he doesn’t care. You are trembling and writhing in the distinct way you do when your orgasm is close and this time around he doesn’t want to stop. He knew that you wouldn’t last long. You are so desperate that Jungkook is surprised at how long you are able to hold out. He expected you to cum the moment he sticks his dick inside.

“You’re making me cum”, you choke out and sob loudly, fighting the restraints, “please Koo I’ll do anything.”

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you Koo. Thank you”, you squeak, tightening around his cock more and more.

Jungkook deepens his thrusts, grinding his teeth because that makes his balls slap against your clit. You twitch and sob each time that happens, creaming his cock without an end in sight.

“For what? Mhm?” he challenges, staring down at your face. The blindfold is soaked in your tears. It’s so hot to him.

“For your cock! Thank you for your cock, Koo”, you wail, “please mercy.”

“Fucking shit, you’re so hot”, Jungkook growls, feeling himself tense as well. You are begging so sweetly. He abandons one side of your hips to connect his fingers with your clit, “cum. now”, he growls demandingly, making you scream up with just one swirl.

Jungkook is happy for your house at the moment. Just imagining that you guys would still be living in your first flat with all those neighbours surrounding you, is giving him the shivers. They would probably think that he is murdering you.

“Jesus fuck, keep screaming like that. That’s so fucking hot”, he talks you through your orgasm, cock throbbing like crazy.

“Harder”, you beg.

Jungkook obeys, putting his all into his thrusts. Fast, rough, deep. He shakes your entire body because of it. You bite the sheets, muffling some of your screams with it. But not much. He’s making you cum so fucking hard that you can already feel a new wave of electricity built up. And you know for a fact that it’s going to make you squirt.

It happens three strokes later, bursting out of you with such strength that it covers the floor and most of Jungkook’s lower body.

“Shit sweetie”, Jungkook’s hips stutter, “holy fuck, I’m gonna cum. That’s so hot. Keep squirting baby, that’s my girl.”

And yet he still makes sure you get the best out of your high, rubbing your clit just how you need it and fucking your g-spot just how you crave it.

You collapse after your high finally stops shaking you, forcing his cock to slip out of you therefore edging him right before he could release.

You didn’t even notice it happening until you hear Jungkook let out a little sob.

“I was so ready to nut in you”, he whines, “fuck baby, this just hurt”, he croaks and then the distinct sound of him jerking off like a madman fills your ears, “fucking shit you edged me like crazy, fucking holy shit this was the worst”, he chants, tugging on his cock angrily.

You use whatever magical strength suddenly possesses you to flip yourself onto your back and then sit up. You seriously don’t know how you even managed to do that because you feel dead. Maybe it was the insatiable desire to be kinky with him that helped you.

You tilt your head and open your mouth to stick your tongue out as far as possible.

“Shit yes”, Jungkook growls and then his tattooed fingers tangle themselves in your hair at the back of your head. He holds you strongly, keeping your head his willing hostage.

You moan loudly, arching your back to show off your waxed covered tits to him. Jungkook lets out a guttural moan, hand twisting around his tip.

“I’m fucking cumming”, he presses out, shooting his cum all over tongue a second later, “uuurgh fuuuuck”, he groans, brows furrowed and lips curled back to show off his grinding teeth. His fingers tug on your hair more, tilting your head back further. He covers parts of your blindfold as well, cursing in the heaviest dialect you ever heard him speak in.

You welcome his every drop with a needy moan, feeling in heaven. His cum is so hot tonight. It must be because he’s especially horny.

Jungkook finishes off in seven aggressive strokes and then he lets his cock drop, riding out his afterglow by spanking your face with his dick.

You mewl, squirming needily. It’s so hot.

“Good job”, he lulls, spanking your tongue twice, “swallow.”

You obey gladly, swallowing all the cum you had on your tongue.

“Good girl”, he praises, “clean.”

You know what to do, sticking your tongue out to clean his cock off all the cum he smeared all over it. Jungkook is holding your head the entire time, purring deeply and with his eyelids barely staying open. That’s the type of overstimulation he fucking loves. Just about bordering too much. It’s the best shit.

“You’re doing such a good job”, he praises, guiding a still dirty spot to your tongue so you can clean it off.

You do so with a happy mewl, swallowing his creamy cum gladly. He tastes so good.

“There we go, all done”, Jungkook says and leans down to kiss your forehead, “you just did the best job”, he whispers, kissing your lips next.

His tenderness brings tears to your eyes. All of the tension is finally falling off of you. You are crumbling and you need him to hold you when it happens.

“Koo”, you choke out, sniffling like crazy.

“I’m here”, he says, moving without hesitation to take you atop his lap and into his arms. He’s brought you into this state a hundred times before, so he knows exactly what to do.

He opens the clasp on the handcuffs. Your arms are around his waist instantly.

Then he tugs the blindfold off as best as possible. Your face is hidden in the crook of his neck instantly, your happy little sobs are muffled by the position.

Jungkook knows that you need that right now. You always get like that when the sex was way too good and he managed to get you so deep into subspace that only crying makes coming back to reality easier to bear.

“I’m here my darling, I’m right here with you”, he soothes you, rubbing your back.

He knows that you aren’t upset or sad or in pain. You sound different when you are. This right here is relief, happiness and a well deserved release of tension. He knows that it is because you let out little giggles between loud sobs, “I’m right here with you baby, right here. I’m keeping you safe, my baby. Hear me? Nothing can hurt you.”

“Koo I love you”, you sob, hugging him tighter.

“I love you too my love”, he promises you, rubbing your upper back slowly, “you did so well tonight. I’m so proud of you, sweetie. So, so proud.”

You lift your head, revealing the utter ruined state you are in to him. Jungkook simply smiles and cups your cheek. You lean into him instantly, teary eyes barely staying open.

“Thank you”, you whisper, hiccupping in order not to sob again.

“No, thank you”, he says, “you’re such a good girl. I can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to have you.”

You giggle, nuzzling your face into his palm. Jungkook is melting on the spot.

“You are so cute”, he says.

“Koo, I’m safe”, you whisper cutely and then you fall around his neck, growing oh so small and tiny on his lap as complete comfort overtakes you.

“Yes my sweetie, you are safe”, he whispers, cradling you against his strong chest with the intent of never ever letting you go again.

He will carry you to the bathroom later and there he will run you a hot bath. He will clean the wax off of you and praise you for being his good girl. And later he will hold you until you fall asleep in one of his shirts.

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nonbinarykai · 2 years ago

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Oh okay

If you want the short answer: he’s a huge dad figure and, let’s be real, a fandom full of neurodivergent teenage girls would absolutely jump on that

Long answer: he has a lot more pros then people and the show give him credit for.

In terms of writing Kai has been treated dirty since s6. The ex co creator of the series tommy admitted that Kai was his least favorite and that his personality changes based on the plot. So he’s not been written consistently or in the best light.

Obviously that doesn’t mean he has in show flaws that people can’t dislike. Or hell people can dislike him just because of that writing. But it’s something to keep in mind

As for his pros:

- he’s alot more complex then people give him credit for, you can see this in s4 especially. He’s not as one dimensional as just “hothead who gets angry”. There’s reasons for what he does. Example in s1 when he gets mad at Zane, he’s the first to regret it and talk about wanting Zane specifically back instead of just video games or food. In s5 you can tell that even though he’s a bit of a lone wolf, he’s actually very stressed and out of his comfort zone leading. Most of the time he gets mad or upset it’s usually for very good reason.

- he’s actually pretty selfless. The most obvious is him raising Nya since they were kids. But he also cares alot about the others as well. It’s just hard for him to express it. He comforts cole when he gets turned into a ghost, tried to apologize to jay in crystallized and acted nicer to him after the fight, and him and Zane especially have this close relationship where they can open up to eachother more then they normally would (read Kai’s chapter book it shows this pretty well!). There’s a lot of smaller things as well you can notice in the first 1-5 seasons.

- he’s a great older brother, obviously. He cares alot about nya and you can really tell in s1 he was having to learn to step back and let Nya do her own thing. And he mostly respects her need to be independent and her emotions. He didn’t interfere with the love triangle in s3 and acknowledge why Nya was upset with their parents in s15. He’s also great to Lloyd! But tbh you don’t really see that to often bc it gets overshadowed by garm. But s5 shows this at its fullest.

- he has a very unique flaw in being codependent. Despite it being something I’ve been shouting to the rooftops for years, people kinda brush over this. Despite it being almost canon (Tommy confirmed Kai’s greatest fear is him being alone). I don’t think I’ve really seen that be a flaw in a loner wolf hothead character. It’s also very relatable for me personally. And I really want to see Kai overcome it. He’s extremely paranoid about how people view him and treat him. When you look at the series in this context, things like the green ninja becomes more prevalent. And (in canon) it could explain why he kinda became a more hot headed character. He could have changed aspects of his personality to fit what people view him as, even if it’s negative, attention is attention. I think it’s good that characters have big flaws and I really wish this one would be addressed more.

- he’s alot smarter then people give him credit for. He figured out Lloyd was the green ninja. He created the blue prints for the ultra sonic raider used against the devourer in s1. He came up with the plan to betray Chen in s4. And a lot of other plans that people tend to forget. He’s not book smart by any means, but he’s extremely street smart and a bit manipulative. He knows how to convince people to get him what he wants. Very rarely do we see his plans completely fall apart.

Cons:

- the show kinda does a more “show don’t tell” aspect of his character. I’m sure alot of people assume he’s the dumb, runs into things without a plan guy. And while he’s definitely kinda shifted towards that as seasons went on. During the pilots to s5 he wasn’t really like that at all. Despite that, the ninja don’t hold back in making those kinds of jokes. They constantly mock him for the green ninja or blame him for things he wasn’t responsible for. I think alot of people take what the ninja blame him for then what he actually does.

- yeah his s11-s15 portrayal is well, not great. There’s alot to be desired and I don’t blame people for not liking his modern character. Which is a shame because I think there’s a lot of potential in his character that just doesn’t get explored.

- he’s unfortunately a character that you kinda have to pay attention to and kinda ignore a bit of the writers bias to fully appreciate it. I liked him since I first watched the series since I was 5. So it’s easier for me to be able to point out more complex or parts of his character I like. For other people I can understand why they aren’t able to. There’s also a lot of areas you have to fill in the gaps for (I.e his backstory). But honestly I think that makes him somewhat more enjoyable. While it sucks that some people can’t enjoy him the same way I can. Atleast I can use him as an opportunity to build my own visions and give him more complexity then the show can.

Kai lovers can you just. Tell me why. My opinion on these characters has been changing since I was like 8 and yet I have managed to hate that guy the whole time. He’s just never grown on me.

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moooxy · 2 years ago

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Double Trouble (18+)

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov (Enzo) x f!Reader | Jim Hopper x f!Reader

Synopsis: the night before the big reunion sparks feelings and desires… during strip ‘poker’.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Threesome, hair pulling, choking, stripping, gambling, deepthroating, spanking, very vulgar language…

AN: I’m so sorry this has taken so long to get out. I sped through the first part and when it came down to the smut I sort of avoided it for weeks.

The past few days had been eventful. Erratic, horrible, mortifying. But now, all was well (for the time being). It was finally time for you all to rest and calm down— it felt strange not having someone on guard at all times. You were picked up by Agent Stinson, and she profusely insisted that you all shower and get a good night's sleep before it was time for Hopper and Joyce to reunite with their kids. No one really knew what to do with Yuri, so he was put under Murray’s supervision (again).

Only the best hotel was chosen for the six of you. Yuri and Murray in one room, you and Joyce in another, and Hopper and Dmitri in the last. With it being such a short notice, the only hotel rooms were double beds— and it humoured you and Joyce just thinking about the awkwardness between the men.

Greedily, Yuri, Murray and Joyce called the first shower. You couldn’t be annoyed knowing you’d have more time than them in the shower.

“I can’t wait to wash my hair… and shave… and moisturise!” You dramatically grin, flaunting yourself over Dmitri’s lap. He’s sitting on his bed with you, Hopper is sitting next to Dmitri, leaning against the headboard.

Hopper nudges Dmitri, flashing him a devilish grin. It’d been their form of entertainment over the past few days— bonding over their attraction for you.

“Keep it in your pants,” Dmitri whispers over to Hopper.

Abruptly, you stand up and wander over to the huge bucket of clothes Stinson gave you all. You fish out a t-shirt with a cringey slogan, taking it as your pyjamas. There’s a red fabric peeking out under a pair of jeans, and curiosity gets the best of you.

Hopper almost winds himself when you squeal, he jolts upwards in shock.

You throw it over at Dmitri— and Hopper knowingly chuckles. “Shit, Antonov. Is that what you’re gonna wear to bed tonight?”

“Shut it, American.” He warns, picking the red thong from his lap and tossing it back to you. “We’d much rather see it on you, gorgeous.”

It takes all of your inner strength to stop yourself from turning into a blushing mess. Two can play at that game. “Who knew you were such a flirt, Dmitri? Maybe I’ll have to pay you a visit tonight…”

“Woah, woah,” Hopper chimes in. “I’m here too, sweetheart.”

“Hmmm, maybe I can convince Joyce to give you a surprise,” you playfully tease with a wink.

“Who said anything about Joyce?” Hopper retorts, all amusement stripped from his voice.

“Wow, I knew Dmitri was bad but you too James?” You giggle, emphasising his real name. He groans in annoyance, running a hand down his face.

“James?” Dmitri chortles.

“Don’t push it, Antonov. It’s Jim.” Hopper painfully replies.

“Oh my bad. We’re not at that level yet,” you wink.

Hopper opens his mouth to, without-a-doubt, berate you— but Joyce peeks her head through the door.

“Bathrooms free,” she says with a smile, drying her hair with a towel.

“See you later, boys,” you tease, picking up the t-shirt, the thong and a pair of shorts.

Once you’re out of the room, Dmitri speaks up. “Think you can swap rooms with her?”

“Definitely fuckin’ not. I want her too,” Hopper confesses and Dmitri hums like he’s well-aware of the statement.

“What about Joyce?” Dmitri can’t help but ask.

“What about her?”

There’s a selection of everything in the shower. High end shampoo and conditioner, hair mousse, strawberry scented body wash, a razor and moisturiser. It’s a perfect reward for being left dirty and unwashed for days in Russia. And as an extra, the hot water felt heavenly on your skin. You were sure the sexual banter with Hopper and Dmitri was just talk, but just in case— you shave everywhere.

After putting your clothes on, including the red thong, you go and find everyone. Your feet pad against the hallway floor, cold air flying to your bare legs. The shorts you picked out barely even showed, due to the oversized t-shirt you wore that probably should have been left for Hopper.

All rooms are empty, except for Hopper and Dmitri’s. When you enter, everyone is sitting on the bed, Yuri shuffling a deck of cards. Dmitri is missing— but not for long. The radio is playing lowly as you scan your eyes for the missing member of your group. Just as you shut the door, their en-suite bathroom door opens and Dmitri is walking out. He’s shirtless, water drips down his chest and abdomen, and there’s a towel around his waist. You feel your heart beat faster at the sight, you feel something erupt in your chest— like butterflies. You can’t help but ogle him in desire—

“Oooh! Love is in the air!” Yuri cackles, firmly pointing at you. Joyce and Murray look over and loudly laugh at the embarrassed look on your face— you’re mortified that you’ve been caught staring at Dmitri. He only flashes you a shy grin, putting a shirt on and coaxing you over to the bed.

The six of you played card games for what felt like hours. Yuri wanted something on the line, like money or drinks, but Joyce dismissed him like a naughty child. He didn’t step out of line after that.

With a yawn, Joyce gets up first. “I’m gonna hit the hay,” she says. Not long after, Yuri and Murray trot down the hallway to their shared room.

Dmitri didn’t want to say anything in front of the group, but he deems now a good time to tease you.

“Liked what you saw earlier, huh?” He asks, voice horse and accent as strong as ever. He’s grinning, leaning forwards towards you as if to say ‘my attention is all yours.’ Hopper continues to shuffle the cards, watching the scene play before him with a smug smirk.

“I just happened to glance over and then—“

“‘Glance’, sweetheart? You were drooling!” Hopper chuckles, noticing your cheeks flush red.

“Aw, she’s getting flustered now, aren’t you?” Dmitri sheepishly mumbles.

“Please can we change the subject?” You whine, shielding your face with your hands to ease the embarrassment.

“…I know. Let’s play strip poker,” Hopper proposes. Dmitri laughs loudly, agreeing.

You’re sceptical, “I don’t really know how to play poker…”

“Even better then,” Dmitri teases, poking your side. You playfully push him away, he’s still laughing. “What about blackjack then? Lowest or highest number strips.”

Hopper hums in agreement, both pairs of eyes loiter on you, waiting for a response. Finally, you sigh and nod. Dmitri can’t help but grin, rubbing his hands together like he’s about to start some drama.

Dmitri grabs a bottle of liquor from the cabinet tucked in the room, something he’d had his eyes on since he walked in. He’d been monitoring it with Yuri around, but he’d been only co-operative. He pours you drinks, insisting that you all drink beforehand to soothe the uncomfort.

Finally, you feel tipsy. Suddenly the radio captures your attention and your body is subconsciously swaying to the music.

“We’ll make this a fair game, yes? We wear three pieces of clothing: shirt, bottoms and underwear.” Dmitri starts and you hum in response. Then, he sits on the bed next to you and begins to shuffle the cards.

Ten minutes later, you’re all sucked right into the game. You’re missing your shorts, Dmitri is missing his jeans and Hopper is missing his shirt and his pants. Your heart aches at the sight of Hopper and how much weight he’s lost, but he looks happy with it and you know he would rather not talk about it.

You grin when you draw a 19. But surprisingly, no one else seems phased. You all decide to stick, presenting your cards to each other.

Hopper gets a 20, Dmitri gets 21. You groan, ignoring their laughs— you were the first to actually show something. You slip the thong off, your shirt covers your modesty. They mumble in annoyance, but you swatch their hands away and continue with the game.

“Wanna sit on my lap?” Dmitri asks.

“Or mine?” Hopper adds.

“Whoever wins this round can have me on their lap,” you say with a giggle.

“And if you win?” Dmitri asks.

“Then I get to stay right here and ogle.”

Hopper draws a 20, you draw a 23 with a dramatic groan and Dmitri draws an 18.

“Lucky bastard,” Dmitri mumbles.

Hopper pats his lap, you plop yourself eagerly onto his huge thighs.

“Ah ah sweetheart. Think you’re forgetting something.” Dmitri rumbles, sending heat straight to your core.

“Yeah you lost the round… still need to take this off,” Hopper whispers in your ear, hands pawing at your shirt.

You roll your eyes, taking the shirt off.

“ебать (fuck)…” Dmitri whispers under his breath.

“This is kind of backfiring on us, huh?” Hopper chuckles. “It’s taking all of my strength to not touch her…”

“Finish the game and then maybe you can touch…” you tease. Dmitris eyes light up, and you feel Hopper go rigid underneath you. “Winner gets to do whatever they want to me.”

“The stakes have been heightened,” Hopper grins. The next round, Dmitri loses. Him and Hopper are only in their underwear as he strips his t-shirt.

“Last game,” you say, getting up off of Hopper’s lap. You lean against the dresser, sticking your ass out and arching your back. Their eyes are trained on you, watching you seductively roll your hips. You playfully turn the music up, taking a swig of the tequila on the table. You’ve completely captured their attention — their eyes follow you when you sit on the bed with them. You shuffle the deck of cards, dealing them both two cards.

You analyse their faces, Dmitri’s lips twitch up and Hopper stays neutral. Dmitri sticks, leaving Hopper to gamble. When he picks up the card, he’s instantly grinning.

“Hope you have fun sleeping in the dog house, American,” Dmitri teases with a grin, flipping his cards over to reveal an ace and a ten.

“Hm?” Hopper nonchalantly replies, revealing his cards also. He has a seven, a nine, and a five — leaving them both with twenty one.

“Oh,” you realise, lips curling into a mischievous grin. “I think that means you can both play with me…”

“Well shit, sweetheart,” Hopper starts playfully. “You’re in for it now.”

“You asked for it, I hope you won’t run back on your word,” Dmitri says with his brows expectantly raised. He’s waiting for you to object, refuse, but nothing but a giggle leaves your lips. He stands up, pulling you up towards him. He pulls you into his arms, his hands sliding down your back which eventually fondle your ass. He looks down at you, his hot breath tickles your nose and his lust-blown eyes intimidate you. A presence behind you brushes against your skin, then the large body presses flush against your back.

Dmitri’s hands are adventurous and confident, whereas Hopper is slow and intimate. Hopper’s thick fingers tickle your pelvic bone, touching the bare area between your abdomen and your private areas. Then, you feel his stubble roughly rub against your neck. Your attention alternates between the two men — Dmitri would capture your attention by squeezing your ass a little too hard, Hopper would steal it by kissing your shoulder or trailing his fingers a little too far down.

Eventually, your attention is settled on the man in front of you. Your eyes fall to his poor, neglected lips and you desperately want to kiss him, shower him with attention just like you dreamed of doing ever since you heard him speak. You were attracted to both men, of course, but Dmitri was available and in closer reaching distance than Hopper. You never thought Hopper would be willing to do this considering his feelings for Joyce, but you were mistaken. He’d been wanting this as much as you.

“Kiss me,” you ask Dmitri, and he doesn’t hesitate to oblige. The kiss deepens, and you know Hopper’s beginning to feel left out when his hands abruptly cup your breasts. You pull away from Dmitri, a string of saliva conjoining the two of you together. Your head turns to the side, and Hopper’s lips are waiting for you. Lips latch onto your neck whilst you make out with Hopper now. Hopper is more sloppy, equally as good a kisser, but Dmitri was careful and precise with his lips — whereas Hopper is enthusiastically pushing his tongue into your mouth at the first given chance. Finally, a move is made:

“Let me have her first, American,” Dmitri groans, clothed cock rubbing against your thigh. He’s hard, painfully so, and clearly pent up with the way he was rutting against your bare skin.

“Hold your fuckin’ horses,” Hopper replies through the kiss, causing wet sounds to escape through parts of his dialogue. “Who do you want first, baby?”

“You know I can’t make a decision like that,” you say with a pout, and he nods like he’d been expecting that answer. “There’s a reason why I have a mouth and a—“ you cut yourself off, a grin forming on your face.

“You’re fuckin’ right, sweetheart.” Says Hopper.

Dmitri’s fingers tilt your jaw back to face him, and his lips capture yours once again. “Mmm, been waiting for this for too long,” Dmitri mumbles. You manage a breathily ‘yeah?’ through the kiss and he hums in clarification. “How do you want to do this, American?”

“You get her pussy, I’ll have her mouth,” he announces.

“Fine by me,” Dmitri agrees and you whine. “Sound good?” He asks you and you nod.

Immediately, Hopper sits on the couch and pulls you by the hips there with him. He sort of just looks at you for a moment, deciding which approach to take towards you. Fisting your hair, he abruptly pulls you to his mouth. The kiss is hot and heavy, his tongue plunges its way into yours. Dmitri watches, hands instinctively palming the ache in his boxers before he finally situates himself behind you. You’re on your hands and knees, kissing Hopper as your hand paws at his crotch. Dmitri’s eyes fall to your ass, your glistening pussy which is on perfect display for him.

“Jerk me off,” Hopper mumbles through the kiss and you nod. Your fingers wrap around his bulge in his boxers, squeezing and pumping. You hear him sigh in pleasure and you can’t help but smile. His eyes find yours, and you both just stare at each other for a moment. The silence in the room is erotically-charged, before fingers prodding at your entrance makes you yelp in surprise.

“Sorry, princess,” Dmitri chuckles. His middle and ring finger rub your clit in circles, he relieves his sore cock by lightly grinding against your ass. Dmitri’s pace of his fingers help you jerk Hopper off. You take him out of his boxers, slowly pumping him the same speed as Dmitri touches you. When his two fingers push inside of your hole, you can’t help but roll your hips in desperation. The feeling of his fingers inside of you burned, in such a euphoric way - you felt every hypersensitive curl of his fingers, every twitch, every pump. You felt him stretching you open, preparing you for himself.

“You like his fingers inside you, baby?” Hopper teases, his hand roughly grasps your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “feels so good.”

“It’s been so long, hasn’t it, American?” Dmitri chuckles, a squelching sound filling the room. Hopper hums in agreement.

Your back arches, causing your hole to tighten around Dmitri’s fingers.

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy,” he rumbles. His fingers pull out of you, and it’s not long before you feel something rubbing down your slick pussy. This ‘something’ pushes at your entrance, it’s so much thicker than his fingers. You whine, head dipping down into Hopper’s lap as the oh-so familiar burning sensation of him stretching you out reoccurs.

“F-fuck,” you stutter out, mumbling into Hopper’s bare thigh. Hopper’s grinning when you look up at him, when Dmitri is fully inside of you.

“Well well, baby. You gonna use that mouth of yours to get me off?” Hopper rumbles, your hand on his chest feels the rumble of his gruff voice. You nod, immediately dipping down to get a taste of him. You open-mouthed kiss his raging head, feeling the moisture on your tongue. His head falls back, a sigh erupts from his lips and god— he looks like a fucking model. Dmitri slowly grinds into you, he’s waiting for you to get started on Hopper before he really begins to take what he’s wanted for months. “Don’t tease,” he snarls, teeth gritting and nose furiously pumping out air.

Taking him fully in your mouth is harder than it seems. He’s too long, too thick for you to comfortably suck — so it takes a whole lot more effort. You listened to him, not teasing and instantly getting on with it. He’s rock hard in your hand, wet, throbbing and starved.

The atmosphere alters quickly. Dmitri starts to speed up, your fist around Jim’s cock tightens, your mouth bobs up and down so much faster. The bulge in your cheek relentlessly nudges against the fleshy muscle, and Hopper groans when he notices it. His fingers wrap around your hair, pulling it away from your face. With his free hand, he caresses your cheek using his thumb. “So fucking pretty,” he grunts. “This is what you wanted, yeah? Getting fuckin’ pounded by one of us, suckin’ off the other? My, my, Antonov. I think we’ve been—“ he moans, “seduced.”

“This doll is behind it all?” Dmitri breathily replies, a sheen of moisture on his forehead. He pulls your hair from Hopper’s hand, lifting your head off Jim’s cock. “This cute face has seduced us?” He taunts. Your eyes open, meeting Hopper’s grinning face as Dmitri slams into you. The noises coming out of your mouth are involuntary now, you can’t control them, you weren’t aware you were even making them.

“Come on, honey,” Hopper soothes you. He firmly pats your cheek, “back to it. I’m almost close,” he says.

Your hair is let go, you feel two firm hands on your lower back. One occasionally spanks your ass, loud and firmly. You’re oh-so-desperately pumping Jim’s cock, taking him as deep as you can in your mouth. You feel him twitch and throb whenever you do something unexpected, and you feel you’re one step closer at cracking him.

“God, keep doing that and I’ma fuckin’ come,” Hopper groans. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself.

“Come on, big man. Take one for the team,” Dmitri whines from behind you. Only those two could turn fucking you into a competition.

“Shit, I will. I fuckin’ will,” his lower jaw collides with his top lip. “You ready for my cum, baby? You gonna eat it all?” He teases and you moan. The vibration of your voice pushes him over the edge and, before you know it, Dmitri leans forward to fist your hair. Your head is pulled up again, and shots of salty white spurt onto your face. You catch most of it on your tongue, swallowing as much as you can manage.

Russian is spewed from Dmitri’s mouth, and his cock is slapping against your slick folds. It pushes you over the edge, and you cum the same time as him.

Lights and spirits fade as you’re pulled into Hopper’s chest. Dmitri sits on the sofa next to him, chest heaving, but a wicked smile plastered on his face. He says nothing, only exchanging cheeky glances with Jim.

You wake up tangled between both men, in utter darkness. You shift slightly, and Hopper jolts up. When he realises it’s you that’s touching him, he relaxes.

“You okay?” He asks in a croaky, tired voice.

“Yeah,” you softly reply. You coax him to lay down again with you, his arm wraps around you and you’re pulled into his chest like a magnet. “Are you?”

“Yeah. Just not used to… safety yet, I guess.” He mumbles.

“Me too,” you reply. You hear his heartbeat and Dmitri’s quiet snores, you relish in the peace for a moment. “I should probably get back to my room,” you speak up.

“No, I’ll go. You stay with Antonov,” he reasons, and you barely protest.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, Joyce won’t mind,” he replies.

“Thank you.”

He only nods in the darkness before climbing out of bed.

“Hopper,” you grab his arm. He’s got a handful of his clothes, but he puts them on the bed to give you his full attention. “Jim,” you correct yourself. “Will you kiss me before you go?”

He doesn’t reply. You feel his breath on your face, and you know he’s leaning in to kiss you. It’s sweet, wet, full of desire and respect. It goes no further than a kiss, but it means so much.

“See you in the morning,” he says.

Light pools in as the door cracks open, but it’s quickly roped back into the hallway as the door clicks shut. You don’t remember much after that, despite strong arms encasing your body the whole night.

Dmitri treats you like a princess — like he’s playing his and filling in for Hopper’s place. He fucks you slow and lazy in the morning, he makes you cum using his fingers as morning light illuminates the room. His hands don’t leave your body, his sentences revolve solely around you, his thoughts are trained only on you. Dmitri is yours, he’s who you want to marry. He’s who you want to kiss, to wake up every morning next to, to share your life with. Hopper wants that with Joyce, and you’re all aware and okay with that.

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dawnagustd · 3 years ago

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no rest for the wicked || jjk

➼ title: no rest for the wicked

➼ pairing: camp counselor!jungkook x camp director!female reader

➼ summary: Camp Crystal Lake is under new management. You’ve come back to your old hometown to gather some work experience before graduation. You know the dark history surrounding these grounds, but the real challenge is going to be hot guy standing in your kitchen, the same guy that made you leave in the first place.

➼ word count: 7k

➼ rating: 18+

➼ a/n: hi! so I wanted to do something based on one of my favorite horror films, Friday the 13th. This story is not horror and the horror/gore listed above is only mentioned. However, I recommend googling what the movie is about before reading if you haven’t heard of it because I based my backstory off of it. This story is more suspenseful and humorous if you ask me and mainly focuses on the pairing’s relationship instead of the actual Jason Vorhees story. Anyway, I hope you like it. Also, I know this is unedited and rushed but this was a last minute idea. I’ll edit it and make it better in the future.

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Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake

The freshly painted sign lets you know that you’ve finally arrived at your destination. You’ve traveled over 800 miles and hiked through a slightly dense wooded area in order to reach your home for the summer. This all will be cleared by next week by the time camp officially opens for the children. For now, it’ll just be you and ten camp counselors that you’ll be supervising during your time here.

You accepted this job knowing the history of this place, and the tragedies that have occurred. But out-of-state school costs are expensive, and it’s been over 40 years since the original owners shut down the camp. After all this time, their children would like to bring innocence back to this place, and burn the horrific events that earned it the name Camp Blood.

People started calling it that in the 70s, after the grounds were terrorized by a vengeful masked murderer that sought after camp counselors he deemed unfit. The story says that it was all the wrath of a man whose son’s life was tragically lost due to the negligence of the employees.

There are some rumors that say his spirit still haunts the camp grounds every thirteenth Friday, symbolizing his son’s age at passing and the day of the week that it fell on—lurking for young adults who sneak off to fuck around in the woods instead of doing their job and monitoring the kids.

As if you weren’t already on edge walking the eerie grounds, tomorrow’s Friday and the calendar says May 13th.

You sigh as the glimmering lake and renovated cabins come into view. At least you’ll have a proper place to lay your head tonight. Initially the property owners told you that the cabins probably wouldn’t be ready in time of your arrival, and that you’d have to set up a tent most likely. But you got a call last night saying that everything was taken care of and you could bring your things into the employee living quarters.

You find it quite easily since it’s the largest building on the property. Inside is the kitchen, two bathrooms, and bedrooms for the staff. It also houses your office, and you can’t wait to get in there and customize your space. Your hopes are to make it so comfortable and fit for you that you forget about the memories that plagued you when you passed through your old hometown earlier. Everyone should have moved on by now; it’s been three years, but to be safe you made sure your job was away from the city limits—and the people you once called friends.

Those people have been left in the past, especially him. You shiver every time you think of his name, and you quickly bury it in the back of your mind so you can forget once again. This is a step towards your future, and you plan to use these credentials on your resume. The director who brought life back to Camp Crystal Lake will open a lot of doors for you. You have all sorts of activities planned for the children. You just have to see what you’re working with first.

The hiring stage was conducted by the owners so you have no idea who will be working under you this summer. Their information is supposed to be sitting on your desk, so you’ll dive in as soon as you settle. You’re very excited to meet new people that love children as much as you do, and you’re sure whoever they’ve selected will be great employees.

In fact, one of them is here a day early, and you’re relieved you won’t be spending the night on a deserted camp alone. The biggest smile adorned your face when you parked next to the black pick up truck in the lot, and it is still present as you step across the cabin’s threshold, positivity and optimism coursing through your veins while you look around the empty room.

“Hello! Anyone here?” you call out, but get no response.

Shrugging, you set your bags by the door and venture further into the mostly open floor plan. There’s a hallway towards the back that leads to multiple rooms, so you opt for heading in that direction. The wooden floor creaks beneath your feet every time you take a step, and you know it’s something you’ll have to get used to. There’s also some noises coming from two doors to the right, so you shout once again to announce your presence.

“Hey, it’s me, the new director. Are you decent?” Nervous laughter leaves your lips because you don’t want to literally catch someone with their pants down, or even worse, interrupt an active burglary or something. You can’t be certain that the car belonged to a camp counselor or ground’s keeper. “Hello?”

However, after one peek around the doorframe, you notice that there’s no intruder—just a guy jamming to music through his air pods while making himself a sandwich. You’re impressed by his moves, wishing you had half of his coordination. He seems to be around your age, but his back is facing you, and the only thing you can make out is his brown hair and muscular frame underneath his large clothing.

Tattoos crawl up his right arm and disappear under the sleeve of his shirt. Your mind is already wondering where the trail stops. You’ve always admired body art and you even have a few tattoos yourself—but only in places that are easy to cover. Unfortunately, they aren’t really favored in your career path.

The man seems to be enjoying his alone time, but you figure you’ll at least tell him you’re here so he’s not alarmed when he eventually hears another pair of footsteps walking around.

You tap his shoulder, and try to introduce yourself one final time.

“Hey there, I’m—”

“What the fuck?! You scared the shit out of…me.”

You both stare at each other in total disbelief, but after a few seconds you realize that you aren’t dreaming, and that you’re actually standing face to face. Your shocked expressions transform into scowls of disgust. You’re the first to speak while he grabs his phone to pause his music.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Jungkook?”

Never in a million years did you think you’d use that name again. It produces bile in your throat each time you pronounce just a syllable of it. He isn’t pleased to see you either, and his scornful eyes vividly display such feelings. They burn holes into your skull, but you imagine yours hold the same impact as you glare back at him. His hair may be shorter and his skin may now be littered with tattoos and piercings but those lips, those dark eyes—they haven’t changed one bit.

“I’m working, isn’t it obvious?” he finally scoffs out, resting his weight on the counter and grabbing his sandwich. He takes a bite before pointing at you, speaking throughout random gulps to swallow down his food. “Don’t tell me they hired your prude ass to watch children.”

Your weight shifts to one leg and you fold your arms. Offended by his tasteless insult, you decide to take a jab of your own.

“Worse,” you smirk while watching him take a sip of his milk, brows lifting with curiosity over the rim of the glass. “They hired me to look after you, asshole.”

Jungkook nearly chokes on his drink. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Deadass,” you gloat.

He turns away from you and looks towards the ceiling, pinching the bridge of his nose. If you weren’t about to be under the same roof as him for three months, you’d laugh at how flustered he’s become. “This has got to be a joke man.”

“It isn’t, and if I were you I’d watch what I say to me because let's not forget who’s in charge of terminations from today forward.”

Jungkook’s arms fall to his sides when he hears those words. You find satisfaction in watching his tongue poke at his lip ring because you know you’ve struck a nerve. He turns in your direction again and he shakes his head.

“I see you haven’t changed one bit,” he notes.

“And what do you mean by that, Jungkook?...because you haven’t changed so much yourself, you know? You’re still a jerk, and an annoying pain in my ass.”

He starts walking towards you, and suddenly you recall the last thing he’s ever said to you. “This isn’t over, bitch. You’ll get yours.” You have no idea what those words meant, but they still give you chills—and for good reason.

You ratted him out to the principal. You had no choice; he was going to prank you again, but this time the results would have been really bad for you. For two weeks prior, you’d been receiving anonymous gifts at school. You suspected Jungkook from the moment you saw the handwriting on a note someone slipped in your locker. The admirer told you to meet them behind the gym during sixth period. Since you were a senior, fifth period was your last class.

Imagine your surprise when you showed up early and found Jungkook standing in the meeting spot, waiting for you to arrive—a cigarette in one hand and a bundle of red roses in the other. You went directly to the principal’s office and he was escorted off campus shortly after. Jungkook was expelled only a few months before graduation and the entire school hated you for snitching, but what were you supposed to do? He was going to attack you.

“I’ll tell you what it means,” he says, stepping directly in front of you. He peers down at you through his lashes, asserting his dominance by using his larger stature.

However, you don’t plan on backing down, no matter how much his aura intoxicates you. You focus on your anger towards him, the built up hatred you developed due to all the horrible pranks he’s orchestrated to embarrass you during high school. It’s all you need to remember what kind of jerk he is, picking on girls in front of his friends, but dodging them when he’s alone. He’s a coward, and you won’t bow down at his command.

“It means you’re still an evil ass kissing bitch, but I’m about to dry your cunt up real quick, sweetheart.” He gives you a lopsided grin before he continues.

“You may be in charge, but this is my uncle’s property, and if anyone has to go, it’s going to be the girl who got his nephew expelled from high school. So if I were you…I’d watch what I said to me,” he chuckles coldly.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach following his words, but you ignore it and stand your ground. “All I did was tell the truth,” you whisper and Jungkook throws his head back in laughter.

“Are you delusional? You hearing yourself, right now?”

He shakes his head and grabs his phone, abandoning his lunch as he prepares to leave.

“You know what? Fuck it. Talking to you is like trying to get a brick wall to move. Just stay the hell away from me and we won’t have problems. I’ll sleep in my damn truck tonight.”

Jungkook brushes past you and exits the kitchen, leaving you alone to bask in bad memories you tried so hard to forget. You hated each other then and you hate each other now. However, the resentment comes from something much deeper than teenage rivalry. You know the tension between you is bound to come to a head at some point, and you just hope it isn’t here.

It could ruin everything, and it’d be one more tally for Jungkook when it comes to embarrassing you. For now, you’ll try to step on egg shells when it comes to him. You’ll play nice and only communicate with him when necessary because this job is too valuable for you to lose it over someone like him. You begin cleaning up the mess he left behind with a heavy heart. “Ugh…Why me?”

May 13th, 2022

Well, it’s Friday evening and you haven’t heard a word from Jungkook since he stormed out of the cabin yesterday. He eventually came inside this morning to shower and eat, but has spent the majority of his time in his room. None of the others have arrived yet, but they aren’t on schedule until tomorrow. You still wish there was someone else here to distract you from the ominous feeling you get at night.

It’s always so quiet; even the wildlife isn’t active when the sun goes down. It’s like they know something is lurking—something dark and sinister. You didn’t get any sleep last night. You felt so isolated, so exposed in the middle of it all. If it wasn’t Jungkook invading your mind every time you close your eyes, it was the stories of this place told to you by your parents.

All night you expected a man in a hockey mask to appear out of nowhere, and butcher you like he did previous counselors. There were some survivors, the employees who weren’t at the camp to fuck and party. You keep telling yourself that if his vengeful spirit were to return, or if someone followed in his footsteps—you’d be safe. But survivor’s guilt is real, and violence is never the answer.

You don’t wish such a horrible death on anyone, not even Jungkook. So, of course, you were a bit worried about him being out there alone last night. Hopefully, tonight he’ll consider staying in here—for his sake and yours.

There isn’t much to do right now, so you’re lying on your bunk bed, looking through your phone. Your head lolls to the left and what you see makes your blood run cold.

“Oh my god!”

You jolt out of bed and slip on your sneakers when you see the dark colored creature slither across the floor. It retreats under the neighboring bunks and hides in the darkness, waiting for something to venture near so he can strike. You run out of your room faster than the speed of light, calling for Jungkook to come and help remove it.

“Why the fuck are you screaming?”

His voice is rough and he’s obviously in a bad mood. You assume he was sleeping because he’s only wearing his sweats, not a shirt in sight. You almost forget the reason for calling him, but he snaps his fingers and you’re quickly brought back to reality.

You point towards your room and give him a nervous side-eye. Your voice trembles when you speak. “Under the bed. It’s a snake…a big one.”

His face shows nothing but annoyance.

“Are you sure it isn’t just a sock?”

Your eyes expand, offended by his lack of urgency and seriousness for the matter.

“That thing moved!...Fuck it, I’m not sleeping here.” You try to leave, but his arm wraps around your waist before you can get by him.

“Alright, just hold on. I’ll go check it out,” he sighs.

When he withdraws you cannot ignore the way your body reacts to the loss of warmth, and you want to slap yourself for actually seeking after his touch. You’ll blame it on your lack of human interaction since you’ve been here.

Jungkook steps into your room, but turns to you before he goes any further. “Can I use your phone? I need a flashlight.”

You nod and quickly pull it out of your cardigan’s pocket, placing it in his hand and allowing him to turn it on himself. Jungkook taps the flashlight icon on the lockscreen and approaches the center of the room. “It’s under the bed to your right. Please be careful. I don’t know what kind it is.”

He doesn’t say a word as he gets on his hands and knees, keeping a safe distance while he aims the light into the dark crevice. He squints his eyes and curses after only a few seconds of searching.

“Oh, shit. That’s not good at all.” Jungkook gets on his feet and you immediately take notice of his flushed face.

“Is it that bad?” you gulp, and to your worst fears Jungkook nods.

“The pupils are like diamonds; it most definitely is.”

He leaves the room, but doesn’t take his eyes off the snake’s hiding place.

“What kind is it?”

He blows out a puff of air before he responds. His eyes are wide and in utter disbelief. “It looks like a moccasin, but I’m not a hundred percent sure. I just know it has to go.”

“Well, what do we do? I can call my dad but—”

“There’s some shit in the storage closet; I’ll get it,” he states calmly, placing your phone in your hand. “Make sure you keep an eye on the floor, and if it comes out, just stay away from it. I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook is gone before you can get a word out, leaving you alone once again. Your mind can’t help but think about what would have happened if you’d put your feet down at the wrong time. You probably wouldn’t be standing here talking about it right now. What if you were alone? Help is miles away, and by the time anyone got to you, it’d be too late.

That’s why you requested that someone with trained medical experience be here at all times, and according to his paperwork, he should be here tomorrow morning at 8 am sharp. You’d sure appreciate it if he were here now, however. This isn’t safe by any means, and neither of you are professionally trained for this task.

“Has he moved?”

Jungkook returns with a bucket in one hand and what looks like snake tongs in the other. You make a mental note to go over the importance of safety when it comes to the local wildlife with everyone, especially the kids. A bite from a snake like this can be fatal to an adult, and a small child would have even less of a chance.

“No, it hasn’t moved. But Jungkook, I think we should call someone. This isn't safe,” you suggest.

“Your dad’s a cop. He’s never shown you how to grab a snake?”

“Yeah but…”

Jungkook laughs. “If you’re scared of snakes just say it. I’m not one to judge.”

“No! I’m just…kind of worried? Today is…you know.”

“Well, try not to be so superstitious,” he tells you before entering the room for a second time. “I’m gonna close the door so it can’t get out, okay?”

You want to protest, and your mouth opens to do just that, but he gives you a look and you instantly change your mind. “Okay.”

“See you in a bit,” he winks, shutting the bedroom door behind him.

About ten minutes later, the door opens again and Jungkook holds up the bucket in triumph. “Would you like to kiss your prince before he departs?”

You roll your eyes.

“So what are you going to do with it now?”

He shrugs. “I guess I’ll put it on the porch. He should be fine overnight. I’ll wake up before dawn and take him on the other side of the lake where there’s more wilderness. I’ve been wanting to catch the sunrise anyway, so this works.”

“How do I know you won’t just go over there and kill it?” you jest, but Jungkook doesn’t think it’s funny. The second his expression changes, you realize that the joke should have never left your mouth. You quickly try to apologize. “Sorry, I—”

“Keep it.”

“Jungkook, I didn’t mean it like that,” you try to convince him.

“I don’t care. That’s your fucking problem; you never think before you open your damn mouth.”

You opened your mouth to apologize again, but instead you ended up giving him a piece of your mind.

“Excuse me? At least I’m not a coward. You used to be cocky when you were with your little clique. Now you can’t even look me in the eye whenever I bring up what you’ve done.”

“I’m the coward?” He shakes his head and laughs. “Then what are you?...I called you, texted you, and you ignored me. You didn’t have to accept my apology, but you could have at least listened to what I had to say after you found out why I was really waiting for you that day.”

“Jungkook, I’m not going to believe your lies. You know damn well what you were doing back there and you’re just pissed that it backfired on you.,” you argue, and Jungkook scoffs.

“You keep telling yourself that.”

“I will actually because it’s the truth.”

Jungkook prepares to walk away, but then suddenly pauses. His back is turned, so he looks at you over his shoulder.

“You act like everything’s been all bad between us, like all I’ve done was harass you. You’ve forgotten who’s saved your ass with homework you forgot to finish or who’s given you rides home when it rained even though it was on the other side of town. I brought any of that to anyone’s attention because I didn’t do it to hold it over your head. I did it because that’s just the kind of person I am, especially for someone I care about. But if you want me to be something else…you got that.”

He starts walking down the hall without another word to you, and a part of you wants to go after him, but what he said doesn’t justify his actions. You don’t trust him, and he has himself to blame for that. So you stay silent, because if he really cared, he wouldn’t have so much animosity towards you when you did nothing wrong. It’s not your fault you couldn’t put the pieces together; you were too busy looking over your shoulder for his next prank, and even though it’s been years since he threatened you with his words—you look around every corner before you make a turn.

One thing you’ve already learned to appreciate in your short time here is the shower. The water reaches the perfect temperature, so you can’t help but stay in there a little bit longer than you should. You have to enjoy it while you can because after tonight you’ll have to share, cutting your time in the bathroom in half.

Since you’re alone in the cabin, you take your time and detangle your curls. Jungkook isn’t here so you don’t bother rushing to get your clothes on. A towel is the only thing that covers your body. Your skin is still damp and too hot to throw on a t-shirt so you opt to stay this way until you air dry and cool down.

Once you leave the bathroom, you turn off the lights and go straight to your room. You hadn’t realized you left the window open earlier, and you shiver as the gentle summer’s breeze flows through your bedroom. You throw your phone on the bed and quickly walk over to the window so you can shut it. However, a sudden uneasiness forms in your gut, an instinct you have when something just doesn’t feel right.

You gnaw at your bottom lip trying to piece together what could be happening and eventually, you brush it off as just your paranoia getting to you. Before you close and lock your bedroom window, you glance at the moon and stars, noting how beautiful they are away from the city and how you’d like to get some pictures before you leave. But that’ll have to wait because right now all you want to do is lie down and at least try to get some sleep—if only your mind allows it.

While pushing down the glass, you notice something out of place on the outskirts of the woods. You have a small view of the lake from where you are, and the only thing preventing you from seeing it entirely is the trees. However, there’s something blocking the small opening that allows you to see Crystal Lake from your room, or maybe…someone?

You lower your head to eliminate the glare in the window, and that’s when you see it. Barely, but you’re able to make out a white orb in the distance.

“What the fuck is that?”

You don’t have long to figure it out either. Suddenly, the object begins to move and within seconds you realize that it definitely is a person, and they’re coming straight towards your cabin. When they’re about 30 feet away you can clearly see their dark clothing and the infamous white hockey mask the guy that committed those murders were said to have worn. Fight or flight sets in, and your first reaction is to get the hell out of there before he can catch up to you with his long strides.

You rush out of the cabin wearing nothing but a towel and Pokémon slippers—no phone, no keys, only a bit of hope that Jungkook is alive and near or at least sleeping in his truck so he can drive you both to safety. Once your feet touch the soil, you channel every ounce of determination and drive you possess. Speed will be your only asset against a figure that appears to be twice your size. But unfortunately, even all of that isn’t enough.

“Let me go!”

A pair of arms grab you before you can even reach the path that leads to the parking lot. You kick, you thrash, and you scream like your life depends on it—because it does, and you use every tactic your father taught you to try and break free.

Your efforts pay off with an elbow to their stomach. A pained laugh escapes the person, and when you jab them again they finally agree to release you. You’re surprised at how familiar their voice sounds.

“Alright, alright. I’ll put you down, but chill. It’s just me,” he chuckles, placing your feet back on the ground. You try to make another run for it, but he grabs your hand and takes off his mask. “Don’t go running off into the woods. It’s just a joke. Calm down.”

“Jungkook?...Wha—”

“I was just fucking with you,” he laughs, doubling over and clutching his side. “You should have seen your face. And then you really almost crushed my ribs, damn girl.”

You feel anything but amusement right now, and you head straight for the cabin to start packing your things.

“Should’ve been your balls,” you say as you’re passing him.

Fuck this camp. Jungkook and everyone else can have it. You knew you shouldn’t have come back here; it was very foolish of you to think you could actually be in the same space with Jungkook and his old ways wouldn’t resurface. You’ll just find another way; something else will come up. But you can’t stay here any longer, not with him.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

You kick off your slippers because they’re just slowing you down. Jungkook is on your tail and when he grabs your arm you immediately pull away. “Get away from me. I’m leaving!”

“Leaving?...What are you just gonna quit?” he quizzes. You spin around and walk up to him, fueled by nothing but rage and resentment.

“That’s what you want, right? Well, you got it. I’m out…you’ve won, Jungkook.” His smug smile fades slowly and his brows furrow as he processes your words.

“Ahh, here you go again. How does someone survive under same roof as you?...I’m nice, there’s a problem. I’m a jerk, you’re ready to leave. It makes no sense.”

“You call setting me up to be humiliated nice?”

Jungkook’s hands run over his face in frustration. “I thought we established that I was doing nothing wrong that time.”

“If you weren’t doing anything wrong…which is obviously a lie because you were smoking. Why were you the person waiting for me to turn the corner?...With roses! I’m allergic to roses. You lured me there to hurt me and humiliate me.”

“First of all, I had no idea about the roses and I tried to apologize, remember? I wasn’t trying to be mean to you. I told you I just wanted to smooth things over and—”

“Then why write them Jungkook? Why make me believe someone actually liked me?” you question, cutting him off.

Jungkook steps closer, but once again you do not back down. You don’t care about how angry he is because you’re pissed ten times more. He’s gone too far this time.

“Maybe because I was building up the courage to tell the girl I’ve liked since third grade that I liked her? Ask her to prom? Apologize for being an asshole because she didn’t deserve any of that stuff I did...I don’t know, maybe it was all of those things. I was just doing what the guys told me to do. I wanted your attention, and I was finally trying to get it the correct way,” he argues, anger radiating from his body. He stares you down with so much hatred that if you weren’t feeling the same way, you’d crumble.

“So what if I had one cigarette to calm my nerves? I was fucking shaking, and I put it out after the first hit because I didn’t like it. But the only motive I had for being back there was to get the girl I liked alone so I could apologize and ask her out, but she got me expelled before I could do that.”

His words seem genuine and sincere, but they’re driven by fury. He’s still upset with you and you cannot understand why. You didn’t know, and if you did you still wouldn’t have known how to respond. It’s his fault for traumatizing you so much that you didn’t see all the signs. You feel like shit for it, but you can’t go back and change things. You’re trying to move forward, but each time you take a step, you’re always knocked back two.

“Then you just get to move on and forget it ever happened?” he continues. Your brows furrow when you see the gloss covering his eyes.

As if you weren’t already feeling terrible for not being able to read between the lines, Jungkook was right earlier; he helped you out just as much as he joked around.

You didn’t even give him a chance after the day he left school, but how could you when you were dealing with the aftermath of his expulsion? “You come here with your head all high like you own the place, like you haven’t flipped my life upside down. It’s not fair.”

“Jungkook, I had to move on. You think you’re the only one who suffered? Everyone hated me for getting you kicked out of school. And don’t act so beaten down, your dad got you out of it. Or did you think I didn’t hear about that?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yeah, because everyone knew I liked you…everyone but you. And my dad paid a load of money to make sure I could at least get into a good school. Why the hell do you think I’m here? He calls and I run, until I’m done paying him back.”

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know! But what am I supposed to do about it now? I can apologize a million times, but I can’t change the past. I’m tired Jungkook, so either we end this tonight or I’m leaving because I can’t live like this. Do your worst if it makes you feel better, prank me the whole fucking summer, embarrass me in front of the kids and the staff.”

He lowers his head and shakes it as he speaks. “That’s not enough. It’s never been enough.”

“Then what is, Jungkook?...Tell me what makes it right? I’ll fix it.”

Jungkook looks at you then, softer than before, but his expression still holds a bit of frustration.

“You just don’t get it,” he whispers.

“Then help me understand. Show me if you can’t tell me. You want revenge? Take it. Or if there’s something else you want, you can take that too. Just go for it because this may be the last chance you get.”

His fingers reach up and touch your arm, and he runs them delicately over your skin. “How do I know if what I want is something you’re offering?”

“Everything’s on the table. You have me alone until tomorrow morning. Do whatever you want, I’m all yours,” you assure.

“Anything?”

“Everything.”

“Well, come here then.” Jungkook pulls you close to his body and leans in. You expected him to kiss you, but you didn’t expect it to feel this way. His touch is more rough and aggressive than you imagined it would be since he was so timid previously. It still feels amazing despite his lack of tenderness and affection.

He grabs your face and guides you to the nearest wall, never breaking away from the heated moment you’re sharing as he does so. You can’t deny how attractive he is, and now that all of your hatred for him is being released, you can enjoy every inch of his sculpted figure.

You try to reach for his shirt, but he grabs your wrist and pins it against the wall, smiling when he hears you whine. His tongue slips into your mouth and explores as deep as its length will allow.

“Is that all?” you ask him when your lips ultimately part for air. His eyes linger on your mouth as if he’s missing the warmth already, and you can’t stop yourself from smirking in response.

“That’s not even half of it.” Jungkook’s hand still holds onto your face and neck, but you’re too drunk off his touch to feel any discomfort.

When he finally allows you to touch his chest and biceps, you try to coax him into spilling all of those hidden emotions buried beneath the surface; it seems to work after a moment. You purr each syllable when you speak, and Jungkook lingers onto every one of them as if they were the answer to all of his prayers. “Then what are you waiting for?...Clock’s ticking.”

“Stop talking like that.”

“Or what?...What’s going to happen if I don’t?” Your challenge makes him tighten his grip. You wince, but nothing tops the satisfaction you get from pissing him off. “What are you gonna do?”

Jungkook growls, and the sound makes you shudder. “You wouldn’t even be able to walk in the morning. Don’t ever try me like that, sweetheart.”

“Do it. I fucking dare you.”

Jungkook chuckles while kissing his way up to your ear. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

“Well, enlighten me–Oh fuck!” He uses his knee to force open your legs and flexes his thick thigh against your bare cunt. The contact makes you gasp out a desperate moan.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Jungkook’s grin widens when he feels your thighs try to rub together for more friction.

“Fuck, yes.”

He drags you across the room and he all but tosses you on the couch.

“Strip, then turn around,” he commands.

You take off your towel and throw it at him. Jungkook twirls his finger in a circle, so you turn and bend over the sofa’s armrest. “Shit, you have tats, a nice ass, and you’re fucking soaking…the hell am I going to do with you?” he asks while leaning over you to speak into your ear.

“Hopefully, you’ll fuck me…and soon–ahh, shit.”

Jungkook slaps your ass and gives it a squeeze. You whimper under his touch, trying not to moan, but then his finger teases your entrance, and you have no choice but to let it out.

“You’re not in the position to give me demands…not while your cunt’s trying to suck in my fingers, sweetheart. Play nice, and I’ll feed you well,” he says with a smirk.

You groan, and he slaps your ass again; your backtalk then ceases for a while.

Jungkook spreads your folds and spits into your entrance, chuckling when you clench in response. “The quiet ones are always freaky,” he comments.

“Shit, I need to grab a condom. I’ll be right back—”

“Here.” You reach into the couch and pull out one of the condoms you secretly stashed there. You can imagine the shock on Jungkook’s face when you reach back and hand it to him. “None of us are saints, Jungkook. Don’t think about it too much.”

And he doesn’t. He quickly pulls down his pants and rolls it on. Your anticipation heightens when you feel his blunt tip come in contact with your heat, and you turn your head to watch his face contort when he slides in.

“Fuck,” he sighs when he finally feels your warmth molding around his length. His moaning makes butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach, and you don’t even give him a second to get used to the snug fit. You bounce on his cock and watch as he looks on in awe, taking off his shirt and throwing somewhere across the room.

Jungkook grips your waist and takes control; you grab onto the couch when he starts fucking you back, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he concentrates on pleasuring you. You both set a steady pace, but you feel like he’s holding back so you purposely taunt him into giving you more. “You fuck like you’re scared or something. Afraid you’ll drown?”

He reaches forward and tugs your hair. “Nope. I was just going easy on you, but if you insist…”

You scream his name when his thrusts quicken, and he uses his grip to pull you back on his dick. He digs into you deeper and harder, and the pressure in your abdomen begins to build after a few calculated motions. Jungkook’s hand continues to come down on your ass randomly, and each blow leaves your pussy gushing with arousal. He pulls you up and holds you close to him once he’s left you behind red and sore to the touch. “You feel so fucking good. Damn, I wish you were mine,” he moans into your neck.

Your hand reaches behind you to play in his brown strands while he bites and leaves marks on your neck. “Is that what you want?”

He lifts his head and looks you in the eyes, slowing down but still digging into your cervix.

“Damn right,” he replies, teasing your sensitive clit. “Gonna come for me?”

“Mmhm, please don’t stop doing that.”

Your nails dig into his arm while he ruts into you. You come with his name flowing from your lips, and he follows soon after. His body trembles as he spills his seed into the condom, and he sighs when he’s finally released all the pressure he’s had inside of him.

Your body almost slumps over when he pulls out and tries to withdraw, so he’s forced to keep you close to him so you don’t hurt yourself. “Can you even walk to your bed?” he laughs, giving you a glimpse of his cute boyish smile.

“Probably not.”

He sighs and scoops you up. “Alright, let’s go to bed, lightweight.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, slapping his chest.

He stops near the kitchen door and tosses the used condom in the trash before taking you to your room and placing you on the bed gently. “Night,” Jungkook says quickly before turning to leave.

“Wait.” You grab his hand to get his attention, and he pauses. “I don’t usually ask these questions, but…did you mean that stuff or were you just fucking around?”

“No, I wouldn’t say that unless I meant it. I still like you, but I know it’s too late,” he says before he looks at you. He stares for a few seconds and responds with an exhale. “Please don’t leave, though. I really miss you.”

You pat beside you. “Come lay with me?”

Jungkook nods and takes off his shoes before he climbs in your bed. “I only ask because…well, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, for everything. Especially tonight, I never want you to see you that upset again,” he admits.

He doesn’t say anything when you touch his face and trace over his features. “Can I come with you when you take the boat out tomorrow?”

“Yeah, of course.”

You yawn, and Jungkook wraps his arms around you, caressing your sore behind to help you relax.

“We’ll talk then, okay? It’ll be all romantic and shit,” you tell him and he only scoffs. “Seriously, it’ll be like those movies, and then we'll kiss—”

“And then we’ll try to fuck without rocking the boat too much?” he suggests. You roll your eyes and turn away from him, suppressing your giggles as best as you can. “Did I ruin it?”

“It was ruined before I started talking.”

“True.”

When it’s quiet again, your mind begins to wonder and one question resurfaces in your brain that you forgot to ask Jungkook. “Hey.”

“What’s up?”

“How did you make it to the front of the cabin so fast earlier? You were literally like 10 feet away from my bedroom and then right on me when I ran out,” you point out, making him lift his head.

“I wasn’t back there. I was getting ready to come through the front door and scare you, but you just ran out. I figured you thought you saw another snake or something.”

Your breathing pauses. “Dude, I saw you.”

“No…you didn’t see me.”

Well, if it wasn’t him, then who?

Your heart rate speeds up, body working in autopilot as you try to usher Jungkook out of the bed. “We gotta get out of here. We have to run, there’s—”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. That was my friend Tommy. Please don’t be mad at him, I begged him to help me,” he confesses and you narrow your eyes at him. “Don’t get mad, babe,” he pouts.

“Oh, I’m not going to get mad, Jungkook.” You crawl over his body, straddling him and kissing his lips before you continue. He thinks he’s off the hook, but you’re about to show him what you’re capable of.

“...I’m going to get even.”

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