#loop is still not fully comfortable in their new form

[chimerical-daydreams]

Art therapy.

I put Loop through too much already, they deserve a decent coping mechanism.

[thicctails]

I need more info on the get better children au, especially about when Bill shows up.

*rubs hands together* I finally got some extra time to draw up some new art for this AU, so let's give it some substance >:3 Long post below the read more with extra art :D

Before Euclydia was destroyed, Euclid and Scalene Cipher were some of its most powerful members. Bill saying that everyone loved him as a baby was true for a time; children aren't born very often, and the Ciphers are considered to almost be royalty. It wasn't until Bill's mutation became apparent that people began to shun him. If he had been born to any other family, he likely would have been abandoned.

Though neither Euclid nor Scalene could really comprehend the concept of something being "up", let alone what "stars" could possibly be, both of them used their status to try and find any scrap of forbidden information, hoping that they could find an answer, could find some confirmation that their son wasn't crazy, and didn't need to be blinded by his "medicine."

It was this research that eventually saved their lives. Having the knowledge that it was possible for things to, hypothetically, exist in a three dimensional plane allowed them to pool their powers and create 3D forms for themselves when Euclydia began to burn, pulling themselves off the 2D plane like a sticker being peeled off a page. It wasn't a smooth transition in the slightest, and the flames managed to damage parts of their bodies before they managed to fully free themselves. The rest of their power went into escaping their collapsing reality, and when all was said and done, they were left near catatonic and floating in the space between time and space for many, many years.

They don't really start to recover until a certain frilly guy upstairs nudges them into a new, stable dimension. This one is almost entirely 3D, and inhabited by creatures that look completely alien to the Euclydians. Creatures called humans.

They meet Dipper and Mabel not long after, and the two triangles attach themselves to the babies, doing their best to care for them in their weakened states when their young, unprepared parents fail to be adequate caretakers. Being 2D is far easier for them, so they stick to the walls like shadows and find ways to speak to the twins, slipping into videos and pictures, music and books, their forms changing slightly to match whatever media they slipped into. They teach Dipper and Mabel their colours, shapes, ABC's, ect, comfort them when they get sad or scared, and once they're old enough, how to do basic things like getting themselves food and water when they get left alone too long.

Neither Pines parent really notices their children making grabby hands and babbling at open air at first, though they do become a bit concerned when years pass and they still stare at walls and empty corners like there's something there.

Eventually, as we all know, the Pines twins get shipped off to a sleepy town in Oregon, and Euclid and Scalene are, of course, coming along to watch over their little stars. However, they become deeply uncomfortable when they start to see visages of their son carved into every room of the twin's temporary home.

It doesn't take long for the show's antics to start, but Grunkle Stan gets involved in the twins adventures far earlier because during The Inconveniecing, Euclid uses his ability to manipulate televisions to play one of those old PSA's on loop until he gets spooked enough to actually check on the twins, only to find them missing.

Eventually, through the help of Scalene using a radio to drag up an old advert for the Dusk 2 Dawn, he figures out where they are and arrives just in time to see the tail end of their ghostly encounter. Unable to deny his knowledge of Gravity Falls' weirdness, he and the twins have their Season 1 finale talk that night, and Dipper shows Stan Journal 3, which leads to all three of them searching for Journal 2 (Stan doesn't reveal the portal yet)

Bill gets summoned by Gideon like in Canon, but things veer wildly off course when, upon entering Stan's mind, Mabel asks him if he knows Euclid or Scalene. He freezes up upon hearing the names of his parents, and he immediately calls off the deal with Gideon, ripping himself out of Stan's Dreamscape. Before he can process what happened, he comes face to face with someone he's only seen in daymares for the past trillion years

Bill dips the fuck out once he realizes he's not hallucinating, disappearing to Axolotl knows where to do fun, productive things such as: scream, cry, break shit, sob on the floor, drink until the teeth in his eye ache, stare at the space between stars for days on end, and interrogate every single one of his henchmaniacs to see if they spiked his drink.

Mans has absolutely zero clue on how to navigate this situation, eventually settling on stalking the Pines because he genuinely cannot think of any possible way to approach his (apparently alive????) parents. How do you go about atoning for the extinction of your entire species?

Bill Cipher has never been one to do things for others for any other reason than to get something back, but he figures the best place to start is by protecting these fleshy human young that his parents seem so attached to.

Wait, would that make them siblings? Axolotl, he sure hopes not.

[starvingnarcissistmusic]

I should really make a non music blog so that people who like my music don’t get bombarded by random unrelated stuff but this is like tangentially related sort of so whatever

God I just love Mal Du Pays. I am always a sucker for “the enemy is you / the enemy is a manifestation of some part of you” trope in any media but MDP has by far gotta be one of the best applications of it I’ve ever seen.

I mean even just the design of it is brilliant. Obviously inverting a characters colors to get the evil / darker version isn’t anything new for this trope, but ISAT is unique in that you have quite literally been STARING AT MDP THE WHOLE GAME, every single time you die and every single time you loop back. Turning the non diegetic game over screen into a diegetic encounter is incredibly clever and immediately gives MDP that sense of crushing pressure that makes it so memorable.

Also literally any game where the game over music is later established as the motif of a character automatically just wins me over by default. It’s such an effective tool in immediately conveying just what MDP is, even before any of the dialogue starts. It’s the end of this journey. It’s the pain of a home you’ve never known. It’s an entire universe collapsing in on you at once. It’s the end. It’s the end. It’s the end.

And I think, it’s a little Fucked Up, that Siffrin’s sadness looks identical to him. Every other sadness we see in the game is very distinctly not human in appearance, incredibly abstract and inhuman pretty much all around the board. But Mal Du Pays? The sadness of our main character? Pretty much the same. Literally a color swap. I think that’s incredibly telling. A being born of Siffrin’s grief and pain and agony, and the form it takes is his own silhouette.

Thematically, it’s very On The Nose that Siffrin’s worst enemy is simply himself, but at the same time, it’s exactly what you expect. I remember getting to MDP for the first time, seeing Siffrin walk through the void and just… knowing what would come next. Of course it would be another him. For Siffrin, his hell is himself. This nightmarish half-life, devoid of a past and with nothing but a quickly collapsing future, his worst impulses and fears and agonies and pains personified, and all it looks like is his shadow. Of course, what else could be here, at his lowest of lows, but a reflection? Of course there would be nothing here but you. It’s always only ever been you. Mal Du Pays is a mirror. A mirror that hates you like you do, that loathes you like you loathe yourself. In the worst, most monstrous way possible, it tells you exactly what you’ve been telling yourself your whole journey. And so you believe it, let it sink its words into your skin and bury you in the misery. Because maybe then, maybe when you finally give in, it won’t hurt anymore.

(A cold comfort is still, however little it may be, a comfort.)

And then you’re saved. The King is defeated, your friends came back for you, you manage to come up for air again. But it’s not enough. It’s never enough. Everything is still coming to an end. You’re still going to be all alone. And so, you sink again.

Notice how Bigfrin doesn’t have a face in this panel? This is Siffrin at their most self destructive, most desperate, lower than lower than low. And in a way, I think that by quite literally looking like the Sadness they nearly created, they’re symbolically drawing a parallel there. Siffrin fully embraces what Mal Du Pays represented, to the point that their new form looks just like it. Even if they didn’t manifest MDP, they are just as horrible. After all, the mirror goes both ways. Mal Du Pays looks just like Siffrin, but that also means that Siffrin looks just like Mal Du Pays. And maybe, in Siffrin’s head, they’re one and the same. Maybe they’ve always been.

Oh god it’s 1 in the morning. I did not mean to make this that long lmao w h o o p s

uhhhhhh in summary tldr mdp is very good isat is also very good play isat

(also if you want more MDP content, I sort of wrote a whole song about it. So listen to that if you’d like. Im goin to bed)

[fanged-fanfics]

🐍💚 Xiangliu x Celestial GN Reader — A New Chance (Drabble) 💚🐍

Genres: Romance, Hurt/Comfort || they/them pronouns for reader || Warnings: Mild angst, S5 spoilers

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A new cycle. Another. New. Cycle. Xiangliu couldn't remember how many he'd been a part of at this point. But he knew it was far too many. He was still in Nüwa's game, her plan for the universe keeping him trapped from the chaos he so sought. These binding loops of time and space itself were restricting him, keeping him from the freedom he knew lay beyond. How much longer? He'd woken up the Harbinger eons early, and yet his salvation still hadn't come. Surely the Harbinger would make the right decision. Anyone would want freedom, if they were as trapped from it as he was. So why...

Xiangliu was interrupted from his thoughts by a sound from the hallway. He broke out of the daze he'd been in thinking to himself, turning to look at you. Your nightly attire clung to you as you shuffled into the room of the Jade Emperor's Palace that Xiangliu had been pondering in. You went to the balcony with him, letting out a yawn as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Dearest, what are you doing up so late? Lady Chang'e gave us the moon this night to aid our rest" Xiangliu said to you with a gentle smile.

"Looking for my husband," You replied sleepily, leaning against his shoulder "Only to find him staring into the gardens". Xiangliu chuckled, looking to the immortal growth below. He couldn't tell you why he had been so lost in thought, the truth behind his thinking stupor. So instead, he gently kissed the top of your head. "I had trouble sleeping" He said softly in place of the truth. You chuckled as you nuzzled into his scaly neck "And what was that you said then? About Lady Chang'e and all her work?" You said playfully. Xiangliu gave a small laugh, rubbing your shoulder. "Head back to our quarters, my love. I'll be back with you shortly".

You complied with a soft smile, leaning off of him and letting him go to walk back the winding hallways of the heavenly palace. Xiangliu looked back to the gardens before turning, walking just a few steps behind you. Once back into the room, he climbed into your large plush bed after you. You scooted in, snuggling up to his chest and laying your head upon it. He kept a soft smile on his face as he leaned back against the pillows, petting your hair as he nestled in.

Damn these cycles. They took everything from him. His chance at freedom, at chaos, at finally showing everyone what lay beyond the bounds of what Nüwa had trapped them in so long ago. But not you. After all this time, he still had his spouse. He was forever grateful to the gods that he could stay nestled in your embrace every night. These loops could have everything in the universe, but they couldn't have you. Xiangliu was rather proud of his Prince Consort position. It gave him some degree of respect and riches, and most importantly of all, it let all the Celestials know he was yours. He was determined that nothing was going to change that. This was another chance to have you safe in his arms and blissfully unaware of the greater battles between he and the heavens.

With a kiss to your forehead and a bit of adjustment, Xiangliu was finally set to be fully wrapped up in your warmth. The immortal heat you emitted was still the perfect balm to his cold blooded form and scaly skin. He curled into you, the snakes in his hair leaning in as well to fully embrace the moment. He was your husband, and if there was one thing he was keeping in this universe, it would undoubtedly be you

[impactedfates]

Helo helo hi I've been uuuh reading your HSR stuff and I lov all of them!! Aozjebeusnsjs

Aneeway!! Feel free to discard this request if it makes you uncomfortable in any way

Dan Heng + Vidyadhara! Sibling! Reader [purely platonic] where he just got news that another Vidyadhara is now like, being released from the shackling prison [Idk if you can even be released from there] and Reader is basically suffering the consequences from the isolation for so many rebirths and all that stuff [lets say he's been Dan Heng's sibling for all rebirths so it hurts more.. But hurt/comfort hshsb]

I'm sorry if the request is too specific because I haven't really been seeing like platonic sibling stuff with characters

I hope you have a great day!! Remember to hydrate and eat if you haven't already!! Stay safe!! o(>∀<*)o

A/N: Hello hello!! I've only written 1 HSR thing so far (by the time I got this, I hadn't posted the previous Blade fic), but I'm glad to see you seemingly like it! I'm a bit confused on the premise/prompt you've given me but I tried my best to try and write it anyways, hopefully this is somewhat what you asked for, and apologies if it's not o(TヘTo) And don't worry, I'll remember to hydrate, eat and stay safe! Make sure you do as well now :)

W.C: 919

Warnings: Hints of torture/abuse but not actually said (if I missed any pls say!!)

Extra: Dan Heng is in his Vidyadhara form + Reader is his younger sibling + The Shackling Prison description may not be accurate honestly.

The chains around your wrists still strained you. They still hurt. You didn’t even know why you were there, well, you couldn’t remember why you were there. Every reincarnation, you would find yourself being taken away and into the Shaking Prison. Quickly chained up and suffering the consequences of a guy you can’t seem to remember, but all you knew was that he was your brother and his name was Dan Feng?...Or did he go by a different name now?

Whatever the case, you started growing resentful of him, although you couldn’t remember. You knew that you were paying the price for what he did, and you’d be stuck in the loop of getting reincarnated and spending you 700 years in the Shackling Prison.

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Dan Heng stood idly in Scalegorge Waterscape looking at the parted seas. Breathing in and out the tranquil air…until a yell alerted him, he turned around and saw the current High Elder, Bailu running to him with her maids in tow.

“Dan Heng!!”

“Bailu? Is something wrong?”

He asked, turning around fully and crouching down to be on level with the smaller Vidyadhara. She took a bit to catch her breath, the maid with her smiling apologetically at him. She stood up straight and began speaking, although rather quickly.

“There’s a Vidyadhara who recently got permission to leave the Shackling Prison because now you got your banishment lifted, people thought it was fair if they got released too and they’re asking me to meet and release them as well as help them settle back in b-because I’m the High Elder but I can’t…can you do it?”

Dan Heng blinked a bit, he understood what she was saying but he was rather confused. A Vidyadhara released because he was able to walk around the Loufu freely? Although perhaps the maid didn’t realise this was the case as she tried to explain what Bailu said in simpler terms.

“Bailu wanted to ask if you could take her place at releasing and showing this Vidyadhara around to get them settled in. The Loufu has changed a bit ever since they well…were sent to the Shackling Prison”

She explained, Dan Heng slowly stood up and considered it before nodding. It wouldn’t hurt right? Just to help them settle back in and then he can go back on the express.

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Footsteps can be heard echoing the halls, your head darted to the door as your eyes narrowed. Feeding time won’t be till much later, you knew that due to how long you stayed in the prison. It was practically muscle memory at that point. But what entered wasn’t a cloud knight but…another Vidyadhara?

“...So…you’re [Name]”

He called out softly, walking towards you slowly. Your eyes widen a bit, you recognize him. You’ve seen his pictures a few times when people tried to jog your memory of who your brother was. You quickly tried launching for him, you were mad. He had made you suffer for so long and yet he acted so calm?

He didn’t flinch at all or move back. It wasn’t as if you were able to actually get to him anyways. You were still in chains and could only go so far.

“[Name]…”

He slowly started, it seems he was told about the situation in more detail.

“Go away Dan Feng, you did this to me! Y-you…why do I have to suffer because of your mistakes…why did I have to suffer your punishment”

Tears welled up in your eyes, as the chains slowly shook alongside your body. You sniffed a bit.

“N-now look…I-I’m crying…I shouldn’t b-be crying…I-it’s been so long s-since this started…I-I should be used t-to this by n-now…right?”

Your lips quiver, looking away from him. 

“You have every right to cry…it’s just you showing emotions…it’s healthy to cry…so…please, don’t hold it in”

Your eyes slowly wandered to the taller Vidyadhara man. Before giving in to his words and letting the tears fall.

“D-Dan Feng…y-you’re such a scoundrel…I-I”

“I’m not Dan Feng…I’m just…a reincarnation of him…maybe that does make me him but…I won’t let my past leak into my future…please…call me Dan Heng…I want to fix the mistakes of my previous incarnation”

He speaks, slowly walking over and sitting next to you. Your eyes followed his figure slowly. You stayed silent, Dan Heng took this chance to continue a bit.

“I understand it’ll be hard to forgive me…even if I may not remember what happened…I just know you’re suffering due to the actions Dan Feng made…and because…we’re apparently siblings”

“Is…that why I’ve always been placed here…?”

“Correct…according to Jing Yuan who gave me more details…we’re related…in every reincarnation we face, no matter how many times we do so…we’re always siblings”

He paused for a bit, letting the silence set in before standing up, you heard the jangle of keys and the straining feeling of your wrists gone. You quickly stood up, nearly tripping over.

“I…thank you”

You nod a bit, slowly looking up at him. You were confused, the stories you were told, the things you heard about Dan Feng…and yet when he stood in front of you and how he spoke, how he acted, didn’t stay true to what you heard.

Then again, according to him, he isn’t Dan Feng, but Dan Heng…

“You know…’Dan Heng’…that isn’t far off of Dan Feng…like a letter off”

“Ha…yeah I notice that”

He nods, silence overtakes the two of you again before he extends his hand out to you.

“Come on…I’ll get you an Immortals Delight”

Hopefully I managed to make a good-ish hurt/comfort thing! 😥 Thank you for the request!! There’s currently 3 more in the line that I’ll be working on the coming days :) Feel free to leave more requests!!

[stardust-goddess]

The Dress

Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Deciding to go out of your comfort zone you buy a dress you normally wouldn’t buy. When a conversation breaks your confidence Dean comforts you.

A/N: So this is something that actually happened to me and I wish I had Dean to comfort me through it at the time. Thank you to everyone who’s been enjoying my work so far, I’m still learning and navigating tumblr, but I’m excited to share some more of my ideas with you all! Enjoy and let me know what you think💕

Warnings: (I realized I should probably be putting these on my stories) negative/insecure thoughts, body image issues, self hate, cursing, some fluff and comfort, implied/mentions of smut

You were practically giddy as you drove closer and closer to the bunker. You had stopped into town earlier to check your PO Box that you shared with the boys. Opening the box there wasn’t anything super important, but you got overly excited when you saw the package you had been waiting for sitting inside. You had been waiting for a while for it to come in the mail. As soon as you saw it you grabbed it and practically ran back to your car, hopping in to head back to the bunker.

You had ordered dresses, two to be exact. Your job has an upcoming party in a few months, and you were really excited to go. You were a new employee to your office, and had only been there for a few months. You loved your job and was happy working for the first time in a long time. You felt more confident and had a strong feeling of belonging and appreciation with all your coworkers. When your boss announced the upcoming party, you felt this was a great opportunity to showcase those feelings. New job, new you and you wanted your dress to reflect that.

Finally reaching the bunker, you pulled in and parked next to the Impala. You noticed Baby’s hood was propped open, Dean bent underneath it but then standing up straight to watch you pull in. Throwing you a smile his bright green eyes locked on you. He looked so good today. He was in jeans and a tight black tee, showing off his muscles that always made you go weak in the knees. His usual flannel discarded while he worked on Baby. Shutting the car off you climbed out, remembering to grab your package from the passenger seat. Shutting the car door you made your way over to join Dean in front of the impalas open hood.

Slinging an arm around your waist Dean pulled you in close “Hey Baby.” he said with a grin pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“Hi Honey.” you said burrowing yourself a little deeper into his embrace. Moving back a little bit Dean settled on the edge of Baby, guiding you to stand between his legs by the belt loops of your jeans. Hands linking together at the small of your back. Dropping your package to the floor, you wind your arms around his shoulders.

“How’s Baby coming along.” you said nodding your head towards his beloved car. “Good so far she’s runnin’ strong.” he said looking fondly at the impala for a minute before turning his attention back to you. “How was the ride to town?”

Your face lit up in excitement as you unwrapped one of your arms from Dean, and bent down to grab your discarded package from the floor “My dresses finally came!” You practically squealed showing him the bundle.

Dean’s face softened as he took in your form. You were practically buzzing, with a big smile on your beautiful face. You were so adorable. He knew all about your upcoming party. His heart warmed at how happy you were. He was fully supportive of you working at your office. Anything that kept you safe and out of danger was a win in his book. He remembered sitting with you not that long ago while you scrolled through the computer, looking for the right dress. He tried to sneak a peek at what you were buying, but you evaded him easily wanting it to be a surprise.

Running a hand across your hip, Dean decided to get playful “Did you? Are you going to model for me?” Reaching up he brushed his lips across the shell of your ear “Maybe I’ll get to take them off of you too” he whispered voice low and gravelly, pressing a kiss to the hollow of your ear. Your face flushed and you felt that warmth travel all the way through your body. Thighs involuntarily rubbing together. He knew exactly what to say to get you all worked up. “Dean” you whined at his teasing. Dresses? What dresses?

Bringing his hand up to cup your face he pressed another kiss to your lips. Thumb running across your cheek. “I know Baby, I just love this blush.” leaning back he released you from his hold.

“Go on, try them. We’ll have plenty of time to play later.” knowing you were eager to try them on. Warmth spreading to your core, you clutched the package close to your chest, pouting at his withdrawal “Promise?” Kissing your pout away Dean grinned. “Absolutely Baby”

with a light pat to your bottom Dean sent you out of the garage. Taking a deep breath, you take a minute to calm your racing heart from Dean’s heated words. You couldn’t wait for later.

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In your shared bedroom, you finally open your package. Pulling the dresses out, you lay them out across the bed and admired them. Grabbing the first one you shed your clothes and put it on. Looking in the mirror you analyzed your body. It was a very pretty dress. A bright red color made of lace. It had short sleeves and an A-line skirt that went past the knees, giving it a classic look. This dress was something you would normally wear, safe and predictable. You picked it partially out of habit and as a back up just in case you didn’t find anything else. You looked nice, but you wanted something different.

Grabbing the second dress you removed the first to put it on. This dress was a style you’d never worn before. You never had the confidence to until now, but your want to reflect your new found happiness made you choose it. Turning back to the mirror you took in your appearance. It was a deep wine colored dress. Tight to the body and accentuating your curves. The sleeves were long with a modest v-neck, and ruching down the whole front. This one was shorter, stopping just above your knees. It was perfect. You loved it and It was exactly what you wanted. You thought you looked amazing and felt amazing too. You’re confidence spiking even higher.

Admiring yourself a few more minutes you decided to call your mom. She knew about the party as well and you wanted to show her the dress you picked out. Pulling out your phone you find your moms contact and start a video call. The call quickly connects and you see your moms smiling face

“Y/N! It’s so good to hear from you! You’re brother is here too.” the screen pans over to your brother who gives a smile and a wave. After a few minutes of pleasantries and catching up, you finally get to the reason of the call.

“Mom I wanted to show you the dress I picked out for that party at work. I love it so much!”

Propping your phone up you step back so she can see you in full view. “What do you think?”

Your mom is silent for a minute, a slight frown on her face as she takes you in. “It looks nice, but are you sure you want to wear something like that?”

“What do you mean?” Your brows furrow in confusion “is there something wrong with it?”

Your brother speaks up from behind your mom “Honestly, it doesn’t look good.” you felt your heart plummet to your stomach, throat tight with emotion. Your brother continues “Really like just the style in general is so bad, it’s really not flattering at all.”

Trying to keep your composure, you swallow hard as tears fill your eyes ready to spill over. “I thought it was great. I wanted to try something new, be more bold and confident.”

Noticing the emotions playing across your face, your brother tries to back pedal “That dress wouldn’t look good on anybody, it was just poorly designed. Do you have time to find something else?”

Grabbing the first dress you hold it up to show them. “I bought this one too but I always wear this type of dress”

Finally speaking up your mom lights up “Oh I love that one, it’s perfect for you and it’ll cover up the problem areas.”

Hearing enough you quickly reply “Thanks guys, I’ll talk to you again soon.” Ending the phone call you let the tears escape and roll down your cheeks.

You were so stupid. How could you think that this dress would look good? You’re brother was wrong. Plenty of other women could wear this dress, but you weren’t one of them. You clearly weren’t confident enough or attractive enough to pull something like this off. You were just plain, ugly, boring you. You sit on the edge of the bed, tears still falling. You wrap your arms around yourself like armor, trying to control your breathing as your tears turn into full sobs.

Your thoughts starting to spiral, you think of Dean and cry even harder. You don’t deserve to be with him. How could he possibly love someone like you? When he could have any gorgeous woman on his arm. You were pathetic. Ugly and broken and definitely way out of his league for someone who was as gorgeous as he was. Standing up abruptly you take the dress off and throw it to the ground. You grabbed your pajamas, an oversized t-shirt and shorts and put them on before making your way back to the bed. Crawling under the covers you grab your pillow and clutch it to your chest sobbing, wishing you could be someone else.

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Walking through the halls of the bunker, Dean search’s for you. It had been a while since he saw you in the garage. He didn’t think it would take long to try your dresses on, and he thought you might’ve came back when you were finished. After searching through the main rooms and asking Sam if he’d seen you at all which he hadn’t, he made his way towards your shared bedroom. As he gets closer he notices the door is shut. We’re you still trying things on? He then hears noise on the other side of the door, muffled sobs that make his chest tighten in slight panic. Opening the door he sees you. Curled up under the covers of the bed, pillow clutched to your chest, and the most heart wrenching sobs coming out of your mouth. What the hell happened? You were so happy before.

Dean was at your side in seconds. Kneeling down in front of you and running a hand along your hair “Baby what’s going on? What happened?” You don’t respond, sobbing and coughing as you lose your breath. Dean looks over you quickly. After not finding anything physically wrong with you, he relaxes slightly and tries to calm you down. Pulling the pillow away from you, Dean fills the empty space. Guiding your head into the crook of his neck. His hand running through your hair while the other slips into you shirt, pressing against the small of your back and gently rubbing. “Shhh baby girl it’s ok, you’re ok. Can you try and take a deep breath for me?” Cuddling closer into Dean, you soak in his warmth. With the smell of his cologne and his strong heartbeat invading you’re senses, you take a small shuddering breath. “That’s it Baby nice and easy, deep breaths in and out. You can do it.”

Dean continues whispering sweet words to you and helping you breath until you finally start to calm down. Pulling back slightly Dean presses a kiss to your forehead, taking his hand out of your hair to bring it to your cheek. Wiping the tears away with his thumb. “There’s my girl, What happened Baby? Who’s ass do I have to kick?” You let out a small watery giggle before hiding your face away, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “It’s stupid, I shouldn’t have gotten so upset” you reply, voice and throat scratchy from your crying.

“It’s not stupid, you know you can tell me anything” mustering up the courage you sit up a little, looking into Dean’s gorgeous green eyes. Dean follows you resting against the headboard and securing you at his side. Your head rests on his shoulder grabbing his hand and twining your fingers together. Deans other hand is still on your back warm and comforting, rubbing up and down in long strokes.

“I tried on the dresses and one of them was exactly what I wanted. I loved it and felt amazing in it. I called my mom to show her and my brother was with her too. I showed them the dress and they didn’t like it. They thought it wasn’t right for me, that it was completely unflattering and did nothing to hide all the problems I have on my body.”

Dean saw red. How could your family do that to you? Problems on your body? You were absolutely stunning! Trying to reign in his anger you continued with your story.

“I feel so stupid they were clearly right, I’m not confident enough or pretty enough to wear something like that. I don’t know why I even bothered in the first place. You deserve someone way better not a loser like me.” You look down in your lap, upset and ashamed.

Tilting your head up, Dean places a chaste kiss to your lips rubbing his thumb along your jaw as he speaks

“First of all you aren’t a loser and you’re not stupid. You’re so amazing. Smart, funny, and drop dead gorgeous. I don’t want you thinking for another second that you don’t deserve me because you do. And second, your body? It’s perfect Baby. You drive me crazy with these gorgeous curves. For me no other woman compares to you.”

You heart melts at his sweet words. You loved this man so much. Looking into his eyes which showed nothing but genuine love and honesty, you felt a little lighter. Dean loved you for you and that’s all you ever needed. Throwing your arms around his neck in a tight hug you cuddle into him.

“I love you, I love you so much”

“I love you too baby girl, but now I need you to do something for me”

Untangling from your embrace Dean stands up, leaving you confused as you watch his movements. Crossing the room Dean reaches down and grabs your dress from the floor. You had almost forgotten that you threw it there. Walking back over to you he places it in your lap

“Will you put this on for me?”

“I don’t know Dean, I don’t think it’s going to look good” you replied looking down at the dress in your lap, some self doubt still lingering. Reaching for you, Dean tilts your chin up. “It will I promise, do you trust me?” Of course you did, you always would. Giving him an affirmative nod you stand, turning your back to him. You quickly shed your pajamas and pull the dress on. Adjusting it so it sits right, you take a moment not quite ready for his reaction. ‘It’s ok’ you tell yourself ‘you can do this’

Steeling yourself you turn around, looking Dean in the eye. His breath hitches once you’re facing him “Fuck, baby you look gorgeous” eyes raking over your form. The dress fit to you like a second skin, accentuating all of your curves that Dean loved so much. He couldn’t resist stepping closer, hand reaching out to your hip to bring you into him.

“You really think so?” You reply wrapping yourself around Dean, feeling your body warm at his words and his touch. Dean presses a kiss to your lips, then your cheek, working his way down your jaw and your neck before burrowing into the spot we’re your neck and shoulder meets. Hand gliding along your hip feeling the smooth material of the dress. “I think it’s time to take this off now Baby, gotta show you just how much I love this body, dress or no dress.”

Reaching down, Dean grabbed the hem of your dress slowly dragging it up and leaving a fiery trail along the skin of your thighs before stopping back at your hips. Guiding you back to the bed and leaving hot kisses along your neck, the dress soon came all the way off and Dean spent the rest of the night showing you just how beautiful you really were.

[shadowphoenixrider]

Mistakes Made

(Shadow discovers something new about Gambit, and gets a little more than she bargained for! Or 'the fic that came about because I wanted to write Gambit poledancing, then it got a bit serious'. Enjoy!)

So I might have made a mistake.

It started off well enough - I'd finished my Danger Room training with Jean, practicing self-defence and tapping into my powers during a combat situation, and I was heading down to the showers to freshen up. The gym's on the way there, with its door left open as usual, and I glanced in there in pure curiosity, not really thinking.

And promptly saw a lot more of Gambit than I'd ever expected.

Clad only in a pair of tight black shorts, the Cajun mutant was gracefully entwined upside down around a metal pole several feet off the ground, eyes closed as he arched his back, only his hands and right leg keeping him in place. His muscles flexed under his pale skin with the effort, yet his face was a picture of serenity, almost as if he was meditating.

Slowly, with the elegance of a ballet dancer, Gambit brought his other leg up to loop around the pole, twisting his body with it so now his stomach faced the pole. Switching his hold, he stretched out his right leg, pushing up with his right arm to lean back, grasping his foot to form an oval.

I just stared, and had the rest of my brain been working at the time, I would have thanked every deity I knew that he had the place to himself. Logan would have certainly told me to pick my tongue (and jaw) off the floor by now.

Yet at that moment, I couldn't give a fuck. It wasn't a secret that Gambit was a handsome man: long, messy hair he kept tied back, bewitching black and red eyes, a jawline that could probably cut glass, and a tall, lean, yet well muscled body with an ass I swore blind that his leg armour deliberately accentuated. It was both a blessing and a curse that he wore that trenchcoat. I'd tried not to let my thoughts run away with me, either from our first meeting, or as the weeks ticked by.

But it's very hard to do so when he seems so confident, so comfortable in his own skin, a magnetism I couldn't fully resist. That and he didn't seem to mind me looking, or hadn't noticed (whilst I tried to be discrete, I found the latter hard to believe).

Discretion was completely out the window here - I was full on gawping. Watching his muscles move and ripple as he changed positions again, marvelling at the sheer strength he had to remain so still, legs raised high in the air and arms taking more than a little of his weight. I'd watched Gambit during Danger Room simulations, and had definitely been mesmerised by how athletic he was, barely staying still for more than a few moments without flipping, sliding, or using his staff to vault great distances - almost dancing in the thick of the action to a tempo only combat could set.

This, though? It was something else, almost intimate. I was getting front-row seats to the body under all that armour, the same one that moved like the embodiment of the kinetic energy that I'd felt thrumming through him. Where once I'd been witnessing his agility, now I witnessed his strength.

And I was definitely starting to have less that pure thoughts about the deep iliac grooves that dove under his shorts, the cords of powerful muscles that I saw tighten and flex in his thick thighs, and the little sigh of effort as he rolled himself upright.

Twining his leg with the casual ease of a snake coiling around a branch, Gambit lay back once more, one hand gripping the pole below him, his spare arm and leg stretched out into an elegant line. He held this position for several long seconds, when his eyelids fluttered open.

A heartbeat. Then he turned his head towards me.

Whatever spell I'd been under shattered in that moment, and I bolted, my face burning so hot I swore even my ears probably turned red. Of all the times to be caught, that was probably the worst, and I hoped and prayed that the Cajun either didn't see me, or would shrug it off...

---

"The autoclave will have finished by now." Beast said, as I shrugged on the white lab coat. "I'll go fetch the pipette tips if you continue setting up here."

"Sure." I nodded, setting up our equipment with rote, practiced ease, ticking off each stage on the checklist. Titrating samples was boring, mundane labwork, but it was necessary, especially without the automation I was used to in my hospital job. It hadn't technically been long, yet it already felt like another lifetime ago.

I was setting out the test tubes and flasks when I glimpsed movement at the doorway out of the corner of my eye. Movement attached to a pair of red eyes, and a wicked grin. Oh hells.

"Ah, dere you are!" Gambit said, strolling casually in. "Gambit was wonderin' where ya got to."

The Cajun might definitely be less scantily clad than before, but his crop-top and low rise jeans really didn't leave much to the imagination, especially when my eyes were drawn to those exposed abdominals and- I tore my gaze away again, blushing up a storm.

"Y-yeah, unfortunately titrations wait for no-one." I said, hoping in vain if I tried to return to my work and ignore the tall, handsome mutant at my side, my blush would go away.

"Mmm." Gambit hummed, and I felt his eyes rove over me - a feeling that made my lower back shiver, though not unpleasantly. He moved closer, lowering his head so I felt his breath wisp by my ear. "Enjoyed de show earlier?"

Heat flared brightly into my face, an uncomfortable stuttering sensation pulsing through me as my heart missed a beat.

"Y-You saw me?" I squeaked. Gambit chuckled throatily, a tremor thrumming down my spine at the sound so close.

"You think Gambit not keepin' an eye on his surroundings when he's busy?" He grinned. "Especially when dey be as pretty as you..."

I swallowed hard, my thoughts scattering like a flock of birds and my heart starting a fast beat under my chest.

"I-I, well, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Oh, you can stare at Gambit any time, petite," he said smoothly, his grin becoming a more gentle smile. "He don't mind at all."

This blush was never going to go away at this rate. I managed a wobbly, shy smile up at him.

"I, I'm glad, because, well." I ducked my head, cursing that my words were sticking to my tongue. "I...I could have watched you for hours."

His eyebrow lifted slightly.

"Hours? Liked what ya saw, den?" He purred, sending a flash of heat into my chest and much lower regions of my body.

"Y, Yeah." I nodded. "Definitely." I plucked up my courage and straightened my back, forcing myself to look up into his eyes; time to regain the initiative. "Gotta say, very interesting to find out that pole-dancing is a part of your repertoire, Cajun."

Gambit's eyes flashed with glee, and his playful grin returned.

"Like de cards, Gambit be full of surprises," he said. "Got taught by an old friend back 'fore I came here." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't be gettin' any ideas, it weren't for de reasons ya think."

"I wasn't going to presume." I said, holding up my hands. "Not that it's my business to anyway. All I know is it's a beautiful physical art that like ballet takes a shocking amount of strength, that can sometimes be sexy. Although in your case, I suppose you just use it to strength train?"

He nodded.

"Rightly so, petite." He grinned. "An' Gambit sure you agree dat it beats the normal way of trainin', non?"

I giggled.

"It's certainly more interesting to look at than just lifting weights." I replied, folding my arms. "Although I'd definitely find it distracting if I was trying to train alongside you."

"Den Gambit just gonna have to give ya a private showin'." That wicked, mischievous grin was back just when I thought my blush was dying out.

"Thought I already got that earlier." I challenged, raising my chin. "Sure, by accident, but close enough, right?"

"Maybe, but you ain't seen everythin' that Gambit can do..."

He stepped away, looking up at the monkey bars that crisscrossed the ceiling above us. Gambit bounced on his feet a couple of times, before he sprang up to grasp the bar nearly above my head, swinging up to hook his legs onto another. Bracing his legs, Gambit released his hands, letting himself dangle freely in front of me, grinning widely. I tried to ignore the fact his crop-top was riding up his torso, revealing more of that gorgeous chest to me.

"Pretty good, non?" He asked, gesturing widely.

"Yeah alright, show-off." I giggled, stepping up to him. "But this is pretty basic considering what I saw you doing earlier."

"Ah, you wound me, mon amie!" Gambit said, pressing a hand to his chest. "But jus' 'cos it not be as interestin' as what Gambit can do on de pole, don't mean it don't have its uses..."

He leaned his body slightly closer, his obsidian and crimson eyes for once at the same height as mine, breath stirring the top of my hair. He smelt masculine, a sweet, tangy scent I could never truly place but I always found enticing, along with a faint hint of soap.

"Still not really seeing the use, Cajun..." I murmured, unable to stop myself from touching the mass of red-brunette hair hanging from his head like thick curtains, letting it trail over my fingers. Gambit reached up himself, brushing some curls back away from my face, his fingertips ghosting across my cheek.

"If ya come a little closer, Gambit happy to show you." His voice sunk into a deep, sensual rumble that thrilled me, tilting his head back with hooded eyes. Sudden realization dawned, and my heart quickened - all I had to do was lift my chin, and we'd barely be a breath apart. Then I'd only need to raise onto my tiptoes to close the gap.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl even as my heart pounded in my ears. I tilted my head back. Gambit's fingers curled lightly yet tenderly around the back of my head, as if guiding me, thumb brushing the underside of my chin. His lips parted, the scent of spice on his breath.

"Gambit..."

"Shadow..." Came his equally soft answer, both of us utterly entranced. The outside world faded away so it was just him and I. I reached up towards his cheek, my heels beginning to leave the floor-

Someone loudly cleared their throat.

I sprang back as if burned, my face scorched with heat as I realized Beast was standing in the doorway, pipette tips in his massive hands...and looking extremely unamused.

Annoyance flashed across Gambit's face before he turned a charming smile on for the other mutant.

"Salut, Beast!" He said cheerily.

"Whilst your presence is appreciated Gambit, I would like to request that you wear appropriate laboratory safety equipment whilst you are here." Beast replied dryly.

"He's kinda right." I said, smiling weakly. "Your hair's kinda...all over the place." Gambit flashed me a look - 'whose side are you on?'

"Furthermore," Beast continued, hopping up onto the bars himself, "athletic pursuits that are not part of the experimental process are better sought in the gymnasium. And," he gave Gambit a particularly stern look, "I would kindly ask you to refrain from seducing my assistant when she has other matters to attend to."

I glanced away as a renewed wave of embarrassment washed over my face. If Gambit harboured any regret or shame, he certainly didn't show it.

"Didn't realize I was disturbin' anythin' important." The Cajun lied. "Gambit'll get out from under ya feet."

He slithered down onto his hands, carefully lowering his legs so he didn't kick us in the face. He flashed us a smile as he climbed to his feet.

"See ya around, mes amis!" He spoke, winking at me before striding out. I watched him go, sad to see him leaving, yet glad to observe how the denim of his jeans shaped itself tightly around his ass.

The thud of Beast landing next to me reminded me that I was supposed to be doing something, and fresh embarrassment flared inside me as I tried to grasp the threads of memory.

"S-Sorry, Doctor." I stuttered, running through the checklist again. "I-I didn't mean to get distracted."

"That's quite alright, Shadow," he said kindly, smiling. "Gambit can be quite the distraction when he wants to be. Especially when there's something he wants."

I swallowed hard, my mind flashing back to the almost-kiss barely a minute before. It had felt like an hour ago.

"Yeah, it's a wonder anyone gets anything done with him wandering around." The words were out of my mouth before my brain caught up, and I winced. "Wait, no-"

The doctor chuckled, patting my shoulder.

"We've just gotten used to him, Shadow. As will you, in time." He set the box of tips down, effortlessly breaking the striped autoclave seal with one swipe of his clawed finger. I picked up the pipette, the instrument settling perfectly inside my hand. Suddenly, my brain finally caught up with the conversation.

"Hold on, 'something he wants'?" I frowned, looking over to Beast as he typed on the computer next to me. He paused, looking thoughtful for a long moment.

"Shadow, I hope it has not escaped your notice that Gambit is interested in you." He looked sideways at me. "Indeed, the scene I witnessed between the two of you should be evidence enough that he has formed a particular attachment to you."

I blushed - any more of this and it was going to get stuck there.

"Y-yeah. He does seem to like me quite a bit."

Beast turned to face me properly, his brows furrowed.

"Shadow, I would advise caution when dealing with our Cajun friend. Be careful you don't read too deeply into his intentions with you."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, frowning.

Beast sighed.

"Whilst Gambit is not a man who will lead you on, it is more than likely he is not interested in relationship beyond the carnal nature," he said. "You must set your expectations accordingly."

I felt a sharp, searing sensation in my chest, and tried to ignore it.

"That...That's fine." I nodded, swallowing hard. "I'm ok with that. I, I don't want to make things complicated anyway, especially with what happened with my ex." I smiled weakly, turning the pipette around in my hand. "I always promised him that we would stay friends if we ever broke up...only to find out I had to wipe him completely from my life in order to get over him. I'd hate to have to do it to someone I've become good friends with, and all the shit that would entail."

"Indeed." Beast settled his great hand across my back. "I'm sorry your long relationship with your ex-partner ended in such a way. Perhaps you can find someone who will make you as happy as he did in the future."

"Maybe." I shrugged. "But I'm not really looking for that right now. I just, want to live my own life for a bit now, you know?"

"Completely understandable." Beast nodded. "Although, I must add - even if Gambit is just seeking a casual relationship with you, do not be foolish enough to think that grants you carte blanche to toy with his emotions." For a moment, an anger entered the doctor's eyes, an insight to why his mutant name was so. "Gambit does not open up very often to people, and you have earned far more of his trust than most. Do not abuse it."

"No, of course not." I shook my head. "He seems a really nice man, I wouldn't dream of doing that to him, or anyone." I sighed softly. "If we never become anything more than friends with benefits, that's fine with me."

For some reason though...I didn't exactly feel convinced.

---

Outside the lab, just out of sight, Gambit's face fall.

Yet he wasn't sure why.

[tiredgamergirl]

At one point Frogwares used to have a studio focused on more casual adventure titles including a few hidden object games. One of these is Sherlock Holmes and the Hound of the Baskervilles, the basic premise inspired by the homonymous title: Sir Henry Baskerville arrives in London to consult Sherlock about the murder of his uncle. It is said that a curse haunts his bloodline, a demonic hound causes the premature death of many heirs and he worries to be the next to fall victim to it. And that is as far as this game sticks to the original novel.

Once arriving the location is in a rather ghastly state; the servants left and most of the areas are locked, moreover, the hall of portraits looks abnormal: every single painting have changed and displays a cursed form of its subjects. It doesn’t take long until supernatural happenings start to take place and different mechanics are introduced while the three characters explore the secrets of the state.

The game follows a comfortable loop that can be even more predictable than most hidden object titles: you enter a room and find pieces of the crest that will be used to purify the portrait, clear a HOS and a puzzle , scavenge for objects until you find both eyes to insert in the sockets of a hound statue that transports the player to the past soon after the death of the room’s owner. Some more HOS and puzzles take place until all the pieces of the crest are pieced together and will grant the player a new skill accessed in the medallion in the lower right corner of the screen. The skill will allow to revisit previous rooms for extra clues, like the ability to break vases or to pay closer attention to darker areas. Once the entire estate is fully explored it will be the time for the preparations of the final showdown with the beast.

The puzzles themselves are the usual fare of the genre, some can be good brain teasers and require some thinking and not brute-force a solution. The hidden objects scenes can be a mixed bag, some can have bad contrast and make it harder to locate what you are looking for. Still, the game has a beautiful design and the soundtrack stands out for its high quality.

The Hound of the Baskervilles has no ties with the Frogwares’ titles at large, only cursory mentions of other cases like Holmes’ encounter with the Ripper and they use the background of the apartment for the scenes in Baker Street. Sadly, the standard version on steam leaves a lot of questions unanswered and the Collectors’ Edition is unavailable to purchase. It can be an enjoyable hidden object game with a unique mechanic and familiar characters, but If you expect it to stay close to the source material you might want to look elsewhere.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

Here's to the future and family

Sylvanas doesn't need sleep per say but like she and some of her dark rangers have the habit of mimicking the appearance and feel of 'sleep'. This was what they all did in their lives for hundred if not thousands of years (If you're adding their lives and them being under Arthas' control within that span of life.)

Jaina was pregnant with their first child and Sylvanas wouldn't even sleep even if she felt the need to relax. Just as she was in life, she would do or give anything to make sure no harm came to Jaina, herself or their first born. She knew in the back of her mind, she wouldn't have anything to worry about but Arthas had left such a deep scar on her soul... it was impossible to not be afraid if that bastard could have found a way to torment her even in his true death.

Jaina's mother was nice enough to buy them a nice house in Tiragarde which she had some servants from Proudmoore Keep help them move items that Jaina would've liked to have with her. As for Sylvanas, she already had some help from here sisters and Lor'thermar.

Sylvanas was adamant that their new home have some forest as well as a beach or something close to it with a dock as well. They both wanted to feel like it was home but their home.

Even in life, Sylvanas was always the type of person who traveled light, only taking necessary items like her knife for carving arrows or a small satchel which had but a single feather dangling from the one of the pockets on the front. It wasn't just any feather- no, this feather belonged to her prized hawkstrider she had in life; Snapp.

She thought Snapp would always be with her but such was not to be. After she reclaimed her body from the hands of Arthas and created the forsaken, she had gone back to her homeland to retrieve Snapp from the stables within the Spire.

Only to her disappointment, Snapp had not recognized her or couldn't.

Tears formed in her eyes as she recalled every emotion, movement and sorrowful wail Snapp had given her when she approached him. And it broke her heart...

After she pulled herself from the memories, she silently walked over to a makeshift shrine she had built to represent her entire family family, she closed her eyes while holding the single feather in her finger and thumb before she brought it close to her heart.

"Elor bindel felallan morin'aminor.."

She whispered with care to avoid waking her partner before seeing this single, feather grow twice in size until it vanish from her hands leaving but a single image in her mind; a fully-grown hawkstrider with smaller ones next to it.

The elf's ears twitched slightly has Jaina moved onto her side which caused her to smile only for a moment before she could feel the weight of guilt the mage was having.... even after so many years together.

When she managed to walk over to their shared bed within the master bedroom, she heard another noise... sorrow.

Sylvanas gently lifted the covers on her side of their bed and made herself comfortable, but how could she be comfortable when the woman she loved all throughout her suffering, was still being tortured by nightmares of the past.

She moved closer to Jaina before she heard whimpering, it reminded her of her own nightmares that never truly left. Both women had seen so much and suffered unbelievably. But they chose to find love within that long endless loop of suffering.

The banshee queen was no longer, the ranger general was no more. All that remained was.... her.

An elf that was not quite dead but not quite living, yet held so much love for one woman even after she died a truly horrific death.

The undead high elf looped her arm around her partner's mid section just above her showing belly.

It had only been two months since they moved into their new home, but pregnancy wouldn't stop the lord admiral from attending to her people's needs, but what if the hauntings of her past reemerging from the darkest corners of her mind became too much for her beloved wife to bear?

Sylvanas couldn't bear such a thought. She tightes her arm around the mage with such care and a love that only a few people had seen her dimenstrate.

"I will do anything to protect you and our family.." She thought to herself, which Jaina heard with a reply to Sylvanas.

"I know, Dalah'surfal.. But there is a fine line I am forbidding you to cross.."

Sylvanas' ears flattened against her skull in understanding what she was getting at. She leaned over and kissed Jaina's hair, which was sprawled about her side of the bed.

She gave another squeeze in confirmation she understood.

"I won't cross that line, Dalah'surfal. You know this. But I will always find my way back to you, as I have once before."

Jaina relaxed instantly when she felt fine chiseled arms of the elf sleeping next to her, causing her body to stop shaking and all her worries to cease existing in her mind.

[rocketpapaya]

Francis hovered by the door, not fully exiting the room. Calder pulled his eyes away from the goldfish and turned to see him there, waiting. Standing in the doorframe, looking back at him with a relaxed smile. As Calder met his eyes, Francis's smile turned into a lazy smirk, and he loosened his stance to lean with one shoulder onto the door frame.

"So... dinner, right?"

Francis's comforting tone put Calder at ease, despite the way Calder was blocked into the room. It hadn't escaped Calder's notice that the egress point was barred by Francis's body, and yet, he didn't feel concerned. Francis shot a glance over his shoulder into the hallway, then back at Calder. A questioning invitation. *Are you coming this way?*

A jerky nod was all Calder could respond with. It was strange, being at ease like this around someone who wasn't part of his team. It almost looped back around to putting Calder on guard again. He hadn't fought beside this boy a few months ago, hadn't trained with him at AEGIS, hadn't even known him a full week yet. Calder's eyes glanced to Francis's shoulders, noticing the toned muscles of a swimmer, remembering their spar in the pool when Francis had soundly beaten him. Beaten him, and also given him air to continue training. It wasn't the first time he'd trained with a new partner, but regardless... it left new emotions in Calder's chest. Ones he didn't have the language to describe.

He forced himself to calm down, and moved to join the boy in the hallway. His gait was still stiff, but he tried to give a weak smile to Francis anyway. He'd invited him here, he wouldn't be a poor host. Francis had done nothing to deserve a cold reception, and whatever awkward thoughts were plaguing Calder's mind could damn well get a grip on themselves and not ruin their night.

Damn Tabby, what did she know? A date. A ridiculous idea. Francis just wanted to be sure their goldfish would receive adequate care. Enough food, correct living quarters. This was his domain, surely, he would give such personal attention to any marine animal he happened across. Not just their son.

Butterflies sprang into Calder's stomach, and his weak grin faltered again. Calder had seen animals kept by AEGIS scientists before, and they'd certainly NEVER been referred to as the scientists's children. Not even pets, really. He'd never imagined feeling a parental bond to something, but Francis said it like it was second nature to share such a heavy responsibility with him. Calder couldn't even imagine himself as someone's son. Francis made such a connection with a fish? A goldfish, that they won at a party? Did he always form such strong attachments, and would he want to put words to those attachments just as boldly?

A date. Checking on their son. Calder wanted to ask, but saw a dozen different Francises looking back at him as he considered opening his mouth.

Disgust at the notion. Cold indifference towards Calder himself. Embarrassment that Francis could have given the wrong idea to such person like Calder.

As Calder's momentum carried him forward, Francis's eyes searched his face. Calder wasn't sure what he saw there, but whatever it was, Francis's expectant smirk softened. He pushed himself to a stand, one easy motion like everything Francis seemed to do, and Calder saw the most curious behavior. Francis's arms came up from his sides, open, but it was the wrong form for any sort of fighting stance or defense position. Instead, Francis laid his arms gently around Calder's shoulders, and tugged inward.

Calder's heart skipped a beat as he found himself pulled into a hug, and Francis's head nestled into the crook of his neck. It was loose, and comforting. The touch of Francis's skin on his was warm, and reassuring. Calder hesitantly returned the gesture, slipping his own arms over Francis's back. No, this wasn't the action of someone who was disgusted by Calder, or someone who thought little of him at all. This was someone who found enjoyment being around Calder, someone who liked him.

"Is this a date?" Someone asked in a low whisper, and to Calder's absolute horror he recognized his own voice. Damn Tabby. Damn her. Putting ideas in his head.

He couldn't see Francis's face, from where his head was resting on his shoulder, but he heard the amused chuckle that sprouted close to his ear. "I hope so, it would be really awkward if this wasn't a date. I'd like it to be a date, how about you?"

Calder was sure if he could see himself in a mirror, his expression would be devoid of any and all emotion, except maybe surprise. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, and so instead of opening his mouth and providing an escape route for it, he chose to bury his face in the crook of Francis's neck.

For a moment, he let himself enjoy the warmth of Francis's presence, his body and the peace he brought with him. He allowed himself to untense, and sink fully into Francis's embrace. The other hero adjusted his grip to encompass Calder more completely, simply holding him for the time being. He'd never had a partner before, for anything. Francis was here, offering a partnership, a meeting of equals. He didn't let his mind wander in the first direction that came unbidden into his head, of Francis guarding his back in the heat of battle. Instead, he pictured sitting down to the dinner table, a beautiful meal plated and set before them. That was doable. That was something he could accomplish without falling to pieces, or making an ass out of himself. It was what he could give to Francis tonight to repay him, for the much-needed peace he ushered in with him, riding the scent of chlorine in his hair.

Calder straightened up and brushed loose hair out of his face. He adjusted his jacket and shook out his hands, letting himself flash Francis a grin. This was good. This was good! He could do this. The returning smile emboldened him, as Francis looked over to him expectantly.

"Yeah, dinner. Let me go prepare the plates. Gotta get our first date right."

[elithilanor]

I don't think I sent this one yet? Can you write a piece where reader's twin sister died (bc my twin sister just died) & Elrond knows what it's like to experience that kind of loss so he comforts her? I really need dad comfort bc my dad is stuck in his own problems and has been for a while. Ty ❤️

I honestly had a handful of drafts I had for this and it was difficult to settle on one; hopefully this one provides some form of comfort or catharsis.

My many, many apologies for the delay! 

My condolences on your loss. May you find some temporary relief in the waves of grief. 

TW: grieving people finding solace watching the weather up on some cliff sides (no suicidal ideation); familial death; grief

Small language note:

* hína = Quenyan word for gender neutral "child"

* nethel = Sindarin word for sister 

I fully believe Imladris is a multi-linguist and dialectic household. 

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The winds whistle across the grasses in the valley below, the ripple visible even from this high up on your cliffside perch. The wind howls louder the higher it climbs and you shiver as it bites into your skin.

You hug your knees closer to your chest. 

Yet still, the chill and the silence are a welcome reprieve from the heavy and busy atmosphere that has taken over Imladris since the news of your sister's sudden passing. 

The long-awaited clouds begin to dust snow across the landscape, making the world look as grey and numb as you feel inside.

"I thought I would find you up here." Your father says gently as he sinks to sit down beside you, tucking his thick, woolen cloak around you both, preventing the wind and any further chill from finding you. 

You don't respond at first, unsure of what to say as you track a small flurry dancing in the air before it plummets towards the churning Bruinen.

You don't want to look at him. Your father has a habit of making people feel their feelings and honestly, you just wanted a break from it all. 

At the same time, you were relieved he was here. 

"Oh?" You ask, twirling the fabric and fur in between your fingers for a distraction. 

He hums and loops his arm gently around yours, tugging you closer to his warmth as he looks out and watches the storm rage in. "I spent many nights here after your Naneth left."

You close your eyes, the ache intensifying in your chest. It really was like losing Nana all over again. Only worse. It was worse and he didn't understand -

"I do." He says gently. "Oh, sweet child, I do." 

He brushes a hand through your hair, his fingers carefully untangling the knots that came from the neglect of despair. His voice is quiet and full of loss.

"I spent so much time up in the cliff caves of Lindon "exploring for new species" after Elros was lost to me that Ereinion threatened to revoke my status as herald, if only to get me to come back down to him and Erestor." 

He shifts closer and braids your hair down your back, his steady warmth enveloping you and fighting off the worst of the bone-deep cold.

His cloak smells of his library: ink, oakwood, and cedar. It reminds you of the nights curled up with your siblings while he read you bedtime stories by the dimming light of the candles.

"Erestor kept vigil at court the years Glorfindel carried me home after your Naneth sailed. Her loss nearly broke me, but…losing my brother," he clears his throat and his voice is thick with unshed tears, "is different somehow. No matter how much love I have to give or how much love is given to me, there will always be an Elros-shaped hole in me; one half of a whole person that isn't there any more. I don't believe it will ever change."

Your father smiles sadly at you as he thinks of his long-departed brother. "It hasn't yet, though there are many parts that have gotten easier.”

You look away. It's too hard to see the same pain you feel reflected in someone else. 

You feel the words bubble up anyway. 

"I feel so empty, Ada." You whisper suddenly, taking a sharp breath in through your nose trying to say the words before you couldn't. "It's like - it's like an Elros-shaped hole is left in me except it's not Elros and she was my sister and she's gone-" A sob wrecks itself through your form and your father pulls you into his arms, holding you close to his chest. 

"Oh, hína*." He whispers, rubbing your back soothingly. "I know. I know."

"I don't know what to do." You weep, "I don't - everything hurts. It's worse than Nana because I know I'll see her again because she's in Valinor but nethel* won't be because she married that ridiculous mortal and Ada it hurts."

Your father holds you tightly to him, understanding the emotional anchor he has on you and your feä and this plane. 

He tucks your head under his and rocks you as you cling to him, sobbing.

The wind shrieks around the two of you and snow pelts the landscape, held back only by the rocky outcropping above you and the security and safety of your father's arms.

"You should go." You say, oddly guilty as the sun's weak rays finally disappear, shrouding the hills of your home in darkness. It's been hours and your eyes are heavy. "I know there are more preparations for tomorrow." 

Your father shakes his head and presses a kiss to the top of your head and lights his lantern, setting it beside you.

The light holds steady in the moonless tempest. 

"I'm exactly where I'm meant to be."

[vapemoon]

Vaporesso XROS Pro Pod Mod - Taking Customization To The Next Level

The Vaporesso XROS line has become one of the most popular pod vape systems on the market. Known for its perfect blend of performance, convenience and affordability. Now with the new XROS Pro, Vaporesso has created its most advanced customizable pod mod to date.

Vaporesso's Signature Premium Design

As expected from Vaporesso, even the product packaging stays true to their minimalist yet premium aesthetic. A modest exterior with gloss black and green color scheme belies the advanced tech within.

Slide open the box to uncover the typical inclusion of a multi-language user manual and a high-quality 2A USB-C braided charging cable - already a step above most kits.

Nestled inside is the XROS Pro device itself. Encased in smooth rounded zinc alloy edges with an anodized finish that just oozes durability and style. Large centralized branding lends a subtle mechanical flair while the rubber-coated fire button provides a perfect grippy texture.

Despite its undeniably compact size, the XROS Pro still carries a noticeable 86g weight in hand - lending that unmistakably solid and premium feel Vaporesso is known for.

Specs:

Dimensions - 24.4 x 18.45 x 119.7mm

Battery - 1200mAh

Pod Capacity - 2ml

Coil Resistance - 0.4ohm

Output Wattage - 30W max

It's impressively lightweight and portable yet doesn't compromise on power or build quality. Making it comfortable for extended vaping.

OLED Screen And Customization

The hidden OLED screen perfectly captures Vaporesso’s ethos of combining simplistic style with maximum functionality. It’s completely invisible when powered off, only to illuminate crisply with a tap of the stealth firing button to display voltage output, puff count and battery level.

A few more button clicks access an unexpectedly comprehensive range of customization options usually only found in advanced mods - further belying its unassuming exterior:

2 clicks - Toggles the multifunction RGB light on/off when firing. Useful for checking firing status in bright daylight when the screen less visible.

3 Clicks - Adjust power output within a spectrum of 5-30W for 0.4ohm pod. Round-robin style adjustment from minimum to maximum wattage before looping back again. Allows 0.5W incremental tuning to find your perfect power sweet spot.

For the 0.6/0.8ohm pods, 3 clicks cycles between the fixed Eco/Normal/Power settings catering to different resistances with preconfigured outputs.

4 Clicks - Resets the puff counter for easy tracking of daily usage habits.

Such adjustable wattage freedom is almost unheard of in most pod kits and enables fully tuning vapor quantity and flavor intensity as desired. It shows how Vaporesso keeps bringing advanced customizations usually reserved for box mods to the pod mod form factor.

Top-Fill Design With Leak-Resistance

Like all XROS pods, the Pro utilizes easy top-fill design for quick no-mess refills. Just slide up the mouthpiece to reveal fill ports. Red accent rings draw the eye to the juice openings to prevent incorrect filling.

An anti-leak secondary air hole opposite the fill inlet allows smooth juice top-up without creating pressure imbalances inside the pod which lead to messy backflows in other systems.

The press-fit 0.4ohm pod remains securely leakproof in the chassis even with the slide cover open thanks to durable yet forgiving silicone seals. Allowing hassle-free refilling while on the go.

Moreover, both sides of the pod are transparent for effortlessly checking juice level without removing from the battery. No more tilting devices at odd angles to catch a glimpse of remaining juice!

Flavor and Vapor Maximized

Now onto the most important aspect that makes or breaks any vape device - flavor and vapor quality.

The XROS Pro does not hold anything back in this department - packing huge juice flow openings to thoroughly saturate wicks in record time while retaining 2ml ejuice capacity. Generating pure, dense and consistent vapor.

I tested 50/50 VG/PG ejuices as well as max 70% VG blends without any dry hits or thinning of output. Truly versatile to handle every juice type!

The proprietary 0.4ohm mesh coils utilize exotic new nanofiber blend designed for high-power pod output. Rapid ramp up promotes full-bodied flavor notes to come through beautifully with the very first hit.

When paired with three precisely calibrated airflow settings on the battery, users can select anything from a tight MTL to loose restricted lung hit. Each setting has negligible turbulence or whistle. Providing exceptionally smooth vapor delivery.

Rest assured each draw unfurls boldness and balance of your ejuice's flavor profile thanks to the XROS Pro’s optimized internals even under high 30W output. No note gets left behind!

Smart Battery Management

Despite its pocket-sized dimensions, the XROS Pro still squeezes in a very respectable 1200mAh battery capacity. While a far cry from the over 5000mAh tanks seen in dual battery mods, it's certainly prodigious by pod standards.

In combination with the smart Vaporesso hardware and software-based battery optimizations:

CCVTM - Continuously monitors remaining charge to provide users with an accurate live battery meter instead of the usual stepped 20-100% readings. Allows for better planning of recharge cycles.

SmartTC - Prevents accidental overcharging which is the biggest killer of small LiPo cells. Caps charging at 80-90% when idle for prolonged periods. Extending overall lifespan.

Pulse mode - Maintains steady wattage output even as battery wears down during the discharge cycle right till cutoff at 3.3V. Prevents the frustrating drop in vapor quantity/quality associated with diminishing voltage seen on cheaper pods. Results in consistent performance from 100% to 0%.

The upshot is exceptional longevity and reliability despite the compact footprint - reliably lasting a full day of active Chain Vaping between charges.

And juicing back up takes barely half an hour thanks to 2A USB-C Power Delivery fast charging, unleashing the full potential of the latest high-capacity LiPo cells. Up to 70% quicker than standard 5V/1A charging!

The USB port is conveniently located on the front side of the device - no fiddling around trying to plug cables in blindly.

Stealthy Yet Capable Overall Performance

Having covered the core features in depth, how does the XROS Pro handle with extended real-world usage spanning days to weeks? In a word - flawlessly.

It takes mere moments to dial in your perfect settings whether going full steam 30W power all the time or lowering wattage for tighter MTL. Each incremental adjustment makes a noticeable yet controlled change in both vapor density as well as flavor pop - allowing true connoisseur grade fine-tuning.

The fire button activates instantly under thumb or finger control with a really crisp clickiness that enhances user satisfaction. And auto-draw works equally well for those who prefer it.

During active vaping over hours, the customized high-drain LiPo cell avoids voltage sag or drops in output quality even at low battery thanks to Vaporesso’s smart battery management tech.

Speaking of smart tech, the hidden screen only manifests to display critical stats thus preserving battery reserves rather than constantly staying lit as a battery drain.

When it finally comes time to refuel ejuice, the secure slide-to-fill mechanism makes it mess-free. There’s very little downtime between enjoying those satisfying puffs!

Through weeks of all-day use, the XROS Pro maintains the same consistent output and reliability just as during day one breaking it in. No degradation in flavor or vapor delivery over time. Demonstrating exceptional longevity and performance expected from premium Vaporesso hardware.

For an on-the-go powerhouse pod mod, the XROS Pro has all bases covered. Offering enthusiasts unmatched customization without compromising on flavor intensity, battery life or enduring quality.

Closing Thoughts

The Vaporesso XROS Pro consolidates all the best features of the original XROS into an impossibly tiny yet mighty package - then expands well beyond with adjustable wattage, active battery metering and leakproof filling design capped with their signature premium touches.

It delivers a staggering level of personalization diversity usually only seen in advanced box mods - letting you sculpt the perfect vape through precision power and airflow adjustments. Without forgoing an ounce of rich flavor or vapor density even under blistering 30W output.

The smart battery management tech squeezes every last drop of stamina from the high-capacity cell. While 2A quick charging has you topped up in the time it takes for a coffee break. Ensuring minimal downtime between satisfying sessions.

At the end of the day, the XROS Pro embodies Vaporesso’s unrelenting drive to pack more vaping excellence into smaller, stealthier profiles without compromising. Achieving the perfect balance of customization, flavor and portability - proudly stamped with their signature quality assurance.

[learningselflove]

Gender roles in hobbies

I’m glad gender expectations are changing and here is why. 

As a child, I was always shamed for being interested in toys that were marketed towards boys. When I was 5, I wanted Hot Wheels cars so badly. I would see the commercials about the new track that would launch the cars and make them go through loops. But due to societal norms, I thought I wasn’t allowed to ask for them. I would go over to my neighbor’s house to play with his cars.  

I loved Pokemon and video games. I had a Nintendo 64 console and would play all sorts of Mario and Pokemon games. I could recite the name of every one of the 150 original Pokemon and could even tell you the height and weight of some.  

My friends at school were almost all boys. I was in Girl Scouts. I was friendly with most of the girls in my troop, but I didn’t fit in with their groups. I would have a good time but I wasn’t interested in talking about dance or gymnastics, I wanted to talk about Pokemon.  

My hair was cut into a blunt, chin length bob most of the time. I didn’t want long hair. My sisters are 7 and 12 years older than me and would spend hours in front of the mirror putting on makeup or doing their hair. I would watch them. I would always tell them I’d never wear makeup and they’d respond with “wait until you’re older”. Society encouraged me to have some tomboy superiority complex that I’m thrilled I grew out of.  

I spent many years being a tomboy. In 2007, I was 14 and I discovered pop-punk music and eyeliner. Despite being embarrassed about who I was when I was 14, I’m really grateful for this time period of my life.There was a lot of androgyny in the music scene and boys would wear the tightest girl jeans they could find and everyone painted their nails black and wore heavy eyeliner that mimicked a raccoon.  

Because of this, I learned that items truly have no gender and also taught me to embrace my more feminine side. Girls on Myspace who were the pioneers of influencing online would be so beautiful with their ripped black skinny jeans and tank top with lightning bolts encouraged me that I could be tomboyish but still feminine. Clothing looked a lot like this around this time.  

My love for eyeliner eventually led me to a love for all cosmetics. If you had told my 8-year-old self that I’d work in a makeup store and occasionally freelance bridal makeup, I would have never believed you. Assigning gender roles to hobbies creates a lifetime of insecurities.  

I wish I never felt shame in wanting those hot wheels cars when I was young. I wish I had asked for them because my parents would have bought them for me. I come across them in stores every so often and part of me wants to buy them to appease my inner child. I try to buy things I wanted as a child sometimes. We owe it to our younger selves. I truly believe that it’s a part of our healing processes. It’s a form of self-care.  

I see my nieces liking some of the same things I did as a child and it’s really comforting to know that they won’t feel the same gender shame that I felt. They can freely like Pokemon as much as boys can and there are even “feminine” Pokemon products out there like hair berets. Future generations will be able to fully indulge in things that make them happy; regardless of marketing.  

[yeehawbvby]

Their Greatest Treasures | Arven & GN!Reader

Rating: G 

Summary: You're about to compete in one of your first public matches as Paldea's newest champion. With such a large audience, you’re terrified — but your worries instantly dissipate when one of your favorite people meet you on the court.

Author’s Note: There will be end- and post-game spoilers in this, so read at your own risk!

Also, while I headcanon Arven as an adult, this fic can be 100% platonic, for those of you who don't. I just wanted to write something cute about besties being reunited :) Enjoy and take care! x

Check it out on ao3!

You stand in the center of Mesagoza, about to compete in the first ever School Battle Brawl Academy Ace Tournament. You know you’ll probably win the whole thing, having recently become a champion, but you can’t help but feel nervous with all these eyes on you. 

With the exception of being on Iono’s streams a few times, your audiences have been relatively small. But right now, nearly everyone you go to school with — teachers included — and even random passersby of Mesagoza are waiting eagerly to see their region’s newest champion in action.

On your side of the court, you fiddle with a Pokéball, tapping your feet against one another, trying to steady your breathing as you patiently await the battles that are to come. Your heart jumps to your throat as Clavell begins announcing your first opponent, and ripping the metaphorical bandaid off, you finally look up. Before the chairman can say your challenger’s name, though, you’re whispering it to yourself. Grinning wider than you have in weeks, nerves melting away. 

You haven’t seen Arven much since the whole incident at Area Zero, having been bombarded with your new champion duties so shortly after. You hadn’t realized how much you truly missed seeing those piercing teal eyes; or the streaky, puffy hair; or naturally pouty, almost angry-looking face, until now.

More importantly, you’ve missed his voice. You feel comfortable and warm as he gives a whole spiel about how it’s “just his luck” to be paired against his “little champion.” He assumes you’d be surprised to see him at an event like this, but at the accusation, you shake your head ‘no,’ knowing fully how passionate he can become when he sets his mind to something. It throws him for a loop, but only gives him more encouragement to do his best – for himself, and for you.

You begin battling no more than a minute after the exchange, and the grin doesn’t leave your eyes or lips. To others, it probably just looks like you really enjoy battling. 

To Arven, you look nuts. 

He’s seen you battle plenty. He knows that, more often than not, you look determined, sometimes even scary, when you compete. What’s different this time? Has La Primera really gotten to you that quickly?

As he's lost in thought, a second member of Arven’s team goes down. You still have that look as you return your own Pokémon to its ball, letting it rest while another comes out to play. He begins to feel self-conscious, and it turns quickly into frustration. 

Is he a joke to you? Are you on the verge of laughter because you’re kicking his butt so hard? What's going on?

Arven knows that those things wouldn’t be characteristic of you, considering how supportive you’ve always been of him… but what if that’s changed? Needing answers, he speaks up about it. 

“What’s up with that dumb face?” he shouts before the two of you can begin the next round.

Your eyes widen, and then soften. After that, a giggle comes out of you that makes Arven’s breath hitch. Arceus, he missed his little buddy’s laugh.

“I’m just… really happy to see you!”

Oh.

Oh, nothing could have prepared him for that. 

Arven’s own eyes widen, his face flushes, and your smile contagiously spreads to his features. He’s never really had anyone who’s happy just to be around him, at least to his knowledge. His own parents neglected him, leaving him without family, and he’s always struggled to make friends, leaving him without any form of kinship. 

And yet here you are. 

You helped Arven bring his partner back from what was basically the brink of death, and barely needed to be convinced to do so. You were there to console him when he found out his real parents are gone forever, with only AI in their stead, who also left him. You brought him closer to Nemona and Penny, and even if they’re insufferable at times, they’re some of the best friends he’s ever had.

Deep down, Arven thought that maybe you’re just a really kind person. A true, textbook-definition of a hero. There’s no way someone could care that much about him, surely.

…Yet here you are! Genuinely happy just to be reunited with your buddy.

You’re the greatest treasure he could’ve asked for.

[proserpina-magnus]

plEase continue sexual tension ( peter + james)

BESTIE THIS WAS LIKE ALMOST AT 5k WORDS! Also, confident dom Peter because I said so!! :)

Sexual tension: sequel [ James + Peter ]

To see the imagine that leads to this oneshot, click HERE.

Word count: 4789

[ Warning: (sub)female reader, dom Peter + James, indication of soft and hard(?) doms, HEAVY BIMBOFICATION, mention of smoking weed, dacryphila, voyeurism, heavy degradation + praising, finger sucking, breath control, oral ( fem + male receiving), cream-pies, titty sucking/slight torture, slight ass slapping, daddy kink, sexual picture taking, words such as "cockwhore" "pretty/filthy girl" "princess" "love" "good girl" and "baby", LOTS OF AFTERCARE ]

Peter shifts closer, you turn your head slightly towards him. Inhaling the weed, you blow the smoke out onto Peter's lips, your eyes glistening as you look up towards him. James makes this whine, his hand going to your elbow as he directs you to look at him.

"Don't exclude me, be a good girl and share" James states, his hand on your jaw as he plucks the blunt from your lips. He places it into his mouth, his hand tilting your jaw up. Peter moves to sit against the pillows, watching with his arms behind his head.

"Open your mouth," James mumbles between the blunt, holding it in his teeth. You comply quickly, your mouth falling open as you wait. James inhales deeply, pulling the blunt away as he passes it to Peter. James blows the smoke from his mouth, connecting his lips to yours. You feel the smoke fill your mouth, it seeping between your lips.

You lean up on your knees, pressing your lips closer to James's. His hand moves from your jaw to the back of your head, pulling you towards him. You almost crawl into his lap, but James pulls away and gestures towards Peter.

"Go kiss Peter, baby," James says, sitting back as you turn towards Peter. You crawl over to him, your ass flaunting in your petite skirt. James lets out a chuckle at the sight, his eyes noticing your soaking panties.

"Com 'ere pretty girl," Peter greets, the blunt in his fingers. You crawl onto his lap, sitting directly on his crotch. He leans upon his elbow, his eyes slanted until he closes them. You let your own eyes fall shut, your lips pressing into his. Peter fully leans up, making you tilt your head up towards his lips. His free hand goes into your hair, pushing you closer with a greedy force.

You tilt your head to the side, leaning into a more passionate kiss as you feel his tongue press yours. You let out a clasped breath as you feel James's lips connect with your flesh. His tongue licks just below your ear, making you pull away to shudder.

"Don't fuss baby, let us take care of you," James whispers, his voice hot against your neck. You shut your eyes tighter, Peter's hand petting your hair before his lips connect with the other side of your neck.

You open your eyes, trying to find the blunt. Peter is still holding it, his arm slightly raised in the air to keep the blunt from touching anything. You reach out, your fingers locking around his wrist as you bring it towards you. Peter pulls back slightly, giving a side-eye to see what you want.

"You want the blunt princess?" He asked, watching as James continues to growl and push his lips onto your neck. Red bruises form on your skin. You nod at his words, one of your eyes closing from wincing. James's teeth had made contact with the inter pass between your neck and shoulder. You try and take the blunt from his nimble fingers, but he only pulls it away.

"Beg for it," Peter instructs, leaning back with a sly smirk on his face. You whine, James started to discard your shirt. Your left in only your skirt and undergarments, a big pout on your face. "Come on, beg for it, be a good girl," James mumbles against your collarbone, his large hands coming to hold your waist.

"Please, I want the blunt," you blankly beg, feeling embarrassed. You shift around, feeling James press into you, his body was much larger and you would have fallen against the bed if his hands hadn't been holding you up.

"That's all you got? That's pathetic," Peter laughed out, pushing the blunt between his lips. You watched him inhale, seeing smoke get pushed out through his nose. A new want filled your body, your legs spreading.

Peter laughed harder, taking another inhale. You whined again, James kissed up your neck, leaning just below your ear.

"What do you want baby? You can tell us," James coo's gently, his hand rubbing up against your thigh. You pull yourself closer, leaning against James's shoulder as you give a longing look towards Peter.

"Want you," you tell them, seeing as Peter smush's the end of the blunt and tosses it onto the bedside table. Peter comes closer, you watch with wide eyes. "What do you want from us love, we will give it to you,"

"I want this off," you conclude, your hands gripping James's shirt before moving it to hold Peters. You tug the fabric, pushing it up towards his head. They both chuckle, James, pulling it off his body as Peter does the same. Your eyes instantly dangle down towards their v-lines, making an inaudible noise.

"What else do you want," James asks, watching you with loving eyes, his bottom lip between his teeth. Peter moves closer, giving you a deep kiss. When he pulls away, you're left completely fascinated you couldn't even make out what you wanted.

"James, she's too dumb to answer. don't know what she wants, do you baby?" Peter asks, making you blink up towards him. You look at his lips, a hum leaving your throat. You feel hot and bothered, their eyes making you feel embarrassed and exposed.

"It's alright baby, you're doing so well for us. Can you tell us what you want?" James praises, his hand tilting your head so you can focus on his eyes. You touch his belt, pulling on it. Peter slaps James's hand away, holding your jaw in his hand as he turns you to look at him.

"Use your words, We're not asking again," Peter spoke sternly, you continued to pull at James's belt. Turning your gaze down to try and unbuckle it. "She's fucking lost, look at her. She's all fucked out and we haven't even put 'r cocks in 'er"

"m'not lost," you choke out, pulling your face away from Peter's hand. You turn to James, hoping for some sympathy. You continue to pull his belt from the loops, throwing it next to where Peter sits. You sigh, your lips missing the affection.

"I want your mouth on me," You tell James, before looking towards Peter. " 'n I wanna suck you off,"

"Course you do, pathetic cockwhore aren't ya?" Peter degrades, standing up towards the end of the bed. You watch him unbuckle his belt, throwing it where James's belt is. Your heartbeat quickens as you watch with fascinated eyes. "Answer him baby, what're you?"

"M'pathetic cockwhore" you mumble, looking between James and Peter. They both smile, James planting a gentle kiss on your jaw.

"Who's pathetic cockwhore?" James asked gently, his fingers brushing your hair gently. Peters discarded his pants, you see his hard cock against his boxers. You whine, distracting your eyes as you look towards James.

"You both," you tell him, James was quick to praise you. "Good girl, get on your back f'me,"

You comply, switching to lay on your back. Your head tilts back against the end of the bed, your eyes looking up at Peter. He was upside down in your view, but you could see his firm cock in his hand.

"We have your permission?" Peter asks, his other hand that wasn't occupied comes to caress your hair. You shift up slightly, fixing your hair so it doesn't get caught between your back and the bed.

"Of course, can we start please?" You quickly say, resting back onto the bed. You shift around, getting comfortable. Both of them nod, Peter mumbling a quick; "desperate whore,"

You let your legs fall open, feeling James lift your hips and pull your skirt and panties down in one swoop. You go to close your legs on impulse to cover yourself, but James pushes them apart. "Don't hide pretty girl,"

"Sorry," you mumble shyly, letting your legs rest against the mattress. You watch as James leans in, placing kisses on your thighs. His fingers rub up against your slit, his thumb rubbing your clit.

Your eyes fall back towards Peter, he watches as you twitch and let out a sound when James's tongue replaces his thumb. You look back down, hands going to grip his curly bedhead. Before you can focus only on James, Peter's hand comes to your hair and tugs your head back.

You gasp, the tip of his red cock hitting your cheek. You take a breath in, ready to take his cock in your mouth. You stop yourself, pushing James's head away as you sit upon your elbows.

"What's wrong? Do you want to stop?" James asked worriedly, Peter drops his act for a moment and gently soothes his hand over your hair.

"No, I don't wanna stop!" You say, bewildered at his question. You shake your head with your words, before looking towards Peter. "Can I please take my bra off, daddy?"

"Of course baby, let us see your pretty tits," Peter says, you push yourself to sit straight. Your cunt brushes against the mattress, making you take a deep breath, your pupils dilating from the pleasured sensation. You whine slightly, wanting James's mouth back on you. You're quickly taking off your bra, tossing it away as you show them your bare chest.

James was the first to lean down, his mouth on your chest as he peppers gentle kisses. You look at Peter's cock, whimpering as James sucks your bud between his teeth.

"You want your mouth filled baby?" Peter asks, you nod instantly, watching as Peter moves closer. Your hand comes to replace his own, giving a gentle roll as you play with his cock.

"Use your words," Peter instructs, at his words, James pinches your nipple between his teeth. You yelp, gripping Peter's cock as you try and pull away.

James only pulls you back towards him, his tongue bruising your chest. You ease yourself, cunt throbbing against the bedsheets. Your soaking, liquids dripping from your slit.

"I want my mouth filled daddy," you respond after calming down, with your words James pulls his mouth away. Peter has a grin, sharing it with James. Both boys are grinning, before you can question it James has flipped you back onto your back.

You're pushed into the mattress, James mouth devouring your wet cunt. You let out surprised moans, before you can take a moment to catch your breath, Peter's cock brushes against the lips. You taste his pre-cum, before letting your mouth hang open. His cock fills it full.

James's mouth feels like heaven, you're already shaking as his tongue slides into your warm cunt at an inhuman pace. You grip his hair, gurgling and mumbled moans vibrate against Peter's cock.

Peter groans, his hand in your hair as he makes you take him completely. You gag, instant tears in your eyes. Peter pulls out, letting you catch your breath. "Breath for me, because I'm gonna make you hold your breath after you've calmed down. I have your permission for that?"

"Yes daddy," you nod. James's tongue is still on your body, making you squirm. James only pulls you down harder onto his mouth, holding your squirming hips in place. "I'm eating, don't be rude," James mutters, his hot breath on your cunt makes you whimper.

"You ready?" Peter asks, tilting your head back. You shake your head no, moans getting caught between breaths. Your body still shakes, not knowing how to handle the abuse of pleasure.

"I'm ready now," you say, head tilting back as Peter slips his cock back into your mouth. Your chest heaves up and down quickly, all you can hear is your rapid heartbeat.

"Tap me if it gets too much," Peter says, your eyes close shut as you continue to suck him as much as you can. His fingers come to hold your nose, oxygen caught off from your lungs. There is a thrilling pleasure to the loss of control, making your orgasm reach faster than you can comprehend.

Your shaking and crying, your drool making your face a mess as you continue to slurp Peter's cock. You're fussing widely as you cum onto James's tongue, Peter pulling himself away. You cough, taking heavy breaths as you get gentle praises from both of the boys.

"Shh baby, you did so well. Look at you, taking Peter's cock like a good girl," James soothing you, wiping your tears. Your body feels warm and numb, your lungs trying to fill themselves with as much air as they can.

"Breath slowly, you're alright," Peter tells you, his hand moving your head so you can look at him. You focus on his eyes, James's hands rubbing your thighs to get you to calm down.

"You didn't cum. I didn't suck you off probably, I'm sorry daddy," you say through slow breaths, you have a guilty look on your face. Your wide eyes staring between the boys, making them awe.

You begin to cry again, feeling terrible for not doing it correctly. But Peter only shushes you, kissing the side of your mouth. "It's alright princess, we're not done with you yet. Your pretty little pussy will take our cocks so well,"

"You want a minute?" James asks, rubbing your back. You nod, feeling as Peter wipes your tears. The boys lean down to kiss your cheek, showering you in gentle kisses. You giggle at the feeling, feeling better.

"How do you want me?" You ask innocently, though your intentions were far from it. Both boys give a quirked eyebrow, a chuckle leaving their lips.

"Oh baby, you shouldn't have asked us that," James laughs, his hands palming your hips. You look up at Peter, a real innocent look in them. You were infatuated at the moment, a thrill in your body as you wonder what they're going to do.

"On your hands and knee, let us see y'arse," Peter requests, you nod and wiggle yourself from James's hand. You plop yourself on your hands and knees, pushing your shoulders to meet the bed. Your ass is pressed in the air, cunt glistening in view for the two boys. They let out a low groan at the sight, someone's fingers coming to spread your folds apart.

"Look at her, she's clenching around nothing. Told ya' she's a whore, her pussy is all wet and needy. You want our cocks baby?" Peter asked, his tone gentle but his words absolutely vile. James comes to tap at your thighs, encouraging you to open up more for them. You slide them open more, knees pressing hard into the mattress.

"Please, I wanna be filled," you whimper out pathetically, earning a deep groan from James. Peter whispers something to James, making you turn your head back to look at them. James is on his knees, his hips meeting your ass. You shake, feeling his cock against your thigh.

You look around for Peter, seeing him sit on his desk chair. You give a confused look and you are about to speak, but you're interrupted when you feel James push his thick cock into your entrance. You grip the sheets from the intrusion, a sob leaving your lips.

"Peter," you whimper out, wanting to know what he's doing. The boy only relaxes against his chair, his cock in his hand. Even though you're filled to the brim, you long for Peter's cock as well.

"Peter was right, you're a cock whore. One cock not enough for you baby? Don't even think there's enough room for him, don't know what you're whining about," James says, pulling his cock out before pushing it back in. Your face finds the mattress, pressing your body into it for comfort. Your hands are white from gripping the sheets so hard.

James quickly falls into a steady pace, making you let out wild slutty sounds as you get pounded. You're losing your vision, eyes crossing as Peter watches you get fucked.

"Look at me, let me see your face when you get used like a little whore," Peter tells you, his hand flush against his cock. You're trying to keep your eyes on him, your face red with embarrassment and arousal.

James groans and grabs your hips, thrusting you back against his cock. The action makes you lose it, incoherent loud sounds leaving your mouth. Your cunt swells around his cock, body soaking up the glorious pleasure.

"Shut her up Peter, gonna alert the whole fucking castle," James remarked, his hands grabbing your ass. You jerk away, feeling a sharp pain on your bottom as a slap sound echo's through the room.

Peter walks over, tilting your head up. You try and control your volume, but you feel James slam against spots that make you see stars. You stammer and slur, blabbering words that make no sense leaving your lips. Peter grins, seeing your dumb state.

"Don't even know what's happening do you? Just our dumb little whore hm? Probably feels good having your little pussy filled doesn't it?" Peter coo's, your mouth hangs open, sounds not even emitting from your mouth. Your eyelashes fill with tears, moving your head back down to cry into the sheets. You're letting out loud sobs, but Peter quickly shuts that down as he places his hand over your mouth.

Now with muffled sobs, you look up through blurry eyes to see Peter. "James hurry up, I wanna fuck her next," Peter groans, snapping at James.

"You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum against James cock? You wanna be a good little whore for him?" Peter asks, helping you through your orgasm. Your nodding, blabbering out words. Both the boys can only hear mumbles of words, but they take your body language and crying pleasure as a good answer.

"Come on pretty girl, cum all over my cock. Then I'm gonna fill you with my cum," James declares, his thrust sloppy and at an uneven rhythm. You're sobbing to have his cum inside you, though your voice is muffled by Peter's hand.

Peter slips his fingers into your mouth, holding down your tongue so you can focus on something for a moment. You're starring up at Peter with excited eyes, completely out of it. He has this smirk on his face, saying: "look at you, so fucking pretty. Can you cum on James' cock? Then I'm gonna fill you and fuck you the same, you wanna be breeded, pretty girl?"

Your nodding your head, slurping against his fingers as his words lead you to your second orgasm. Your eyes cross into the back of your head, body spazzing as you completely flop and rely on the two boys to keep you upright.

"Oh you filthy girl," James croons out, his orgasm spilling inside of you. You let your eyes close tiredly, your knees shaking and red as you completely fall onto the bed.

Peter's fingers leave your mouth, letting you take in heavy breaths. Your face smushed against the mattress, too tired to pick yourself up.

"Look at 'er, can't even move. We fucking dumbed her out," Peter tells James, James was out of breath himself, letting himself rest against the bed.

"Pick her head up, I don't want her suffocating," James breaths out, patting your ankle as he gives a gentle tug to your foot. You let out a loud groan, sensitive to any form of touch.

Peter helps you pick your head up, his hand holding your jaw as he places a mouthed kiss on your forehead. You're covered in sweat, your body hot and tingly. Your hair sticks to your face, it's a total mess.

"Fill her up, I don't want my cum leaking out of her," James demands, watching as white fluids run down your slit. Peter moves you so you're just beside James, you look up at him with pleading eyes.

"Jamsie, so tired," you say, an exhausting sound in your voice. James goes completely soft, his hand in your hair as he helps fix it. Peter slides under your hips, your ass in his lap. You feel more tears fill your waterline, you were completely helpless.

"I know pretty girl, you're doing so well for us. Making us so proud, right Pete?" James says, giving a look towards Peter. You wait for Peter's praise, sniffling your nose.

"Don't ask such dumb questions, she's doing fucking brilliant," Peter scoffs, leaning over your back so he can pepper kisses on your shoulder blades.

"Here we go princess," Peter whispers in your ear, soothing you gently as his cock pushes through your slit. You gasp and sob out, your head falling into the pillows as you grip at the soft cushion. "I know love, shh,"

You feel the slush of James's cum get pushed deeper inside you, your cunt raw and used. You gasp and shudder at any touch, Peter's thumb coming to rub your clit. You're crying out from the sensitivity.

"I'm not gonna last long I promise, your pussy takes me so well," Peter praises you, hips grinding into your ass. Your body shakes, muscles tired and overused as you let your watery eyes look towards James.

"You're doing so well, you look so pretty with Peter's cock shoved in 'ya," James praises, both boys exchanging comforting words as they sympathize with your used body. You are simply too fucked out to respond, you only let your lips part slightly as you tell your feelings through your eyes.

James can read your expression easily, his hand on your head as he soothes out your hair. He lets you lay your head back down onto the pillow, hiccups and muffled slurry moans escaping from the pillows.

Peter moves slower, taking his time to go easy so he doesn't hurt you. His hand comes to hold your hip gripping it as you feel his rings. You hear his groans and praises, but you can only focus on the building warmth that's spreading.

You didn't even have to ask for permission, because both boys can see your obvious orgasm approaching. James lets Peter get his fill, so James mutters a small: "you can cum pretty girl, you deserve this,"

Your body aches, vibrations flowing through your body as your orgasm takes over. Peter doesn't last long after you cum, you hear James chuckle as Peter lets out low groans and suppressed moans.

Peter pulls out, James quickly moving behind you. You let out whimper cries, begging out a quick: "no more! No more,".

"No shh princess, you're done!" James quickly soothes your worry's, you sniffle as you wait for your much-needed aftercare. James lifts your hips, both boys watching In fascination as their mixed cum leaks out of you.

"So pretty, James get the camera," Peter says, his hand replacing James so he can keep you still. You hum loudly, wanting your attention.

"You look so pretty, can we take a picture?" Peter asked, you lift your hand, giving him a thumbs-up before it flops back down onto the bed.

"Hold on princess, where gonna soothe you real soon," James says, fiddling with the camera. You hear a loud snap, making your mind fizzle as you let out another sob.

Peter gently helps your body back down, his hand on your back as he moves to try and see your face. James is trying to quickly wave the fresh photo, once it's mostly appeared he places the camera and photo on the bedside table. He joins you both on the other side, James's hand coming to rub your thigh.

"You did so good," James praises, both boys rubbing your tired skin. You let out another sob, feeling anxious. Your mind thinks they're lying, making you sob harder as you hide into the pillow.

"James, in my bedside table there's some cream," Peters says, he grabs a hair elastic as James scrambles through the drawer. Peter pulls your hair into a low messy ponytail, he sees your makeup-stained face, tears catching on the pillow.

"Shh, no need to cry. What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Peter asks, you hear a cap open as some cold cream gets rubbed on your thighs and ass. You wince, trying to calm down.

You don't respond to his words, only taking fast and shallow breaths. James rubs your shoulders, pressing his thumb deep into your muscle. His hands have you spazzing, your eyes closing and body twitching. They continue to massage out your tired muscles, Peters try's to ask you what you need, but he quickly learns you're not capable of answering.

"James go start a bath," Peters asks quietly, turning you over so your laying on your back. Your eyes meet his pale blue ones, Peter has this worried expression on his face. "Hi baby," Peter coo's gently. He sees you smile, his hand coming to rub away your tears.

Peter grabs a clothe, wiping your face free from makeup and tears. You continue to watch him, your lips quirk open but no words come out.

"It's okay, don't panic. You just need a moment to calm down, James and I are right here for you," Peter explains, caressing your face gently. You hear footsteps, making you look towards James. Both of the boys have put on a pair of sweats.

You bring your hands up, reaching for James. The taller boy instantly comes down to scoop you in his arms, taking you to the bathroom. When James is settling you down in the warm Tub, Peter is casting a quick cleaning spell. Peter joins you in the bathroom with a water bottle, holding it out to James.

"Here love, drink this," James says, uncapping the bottle as he holds it to your lips. You go to hold the bottle, but James only shakes his head. "No love, I've got it. Just drink,"

You take gulps, once your tongue tastes the cold liquid, you instantly lean up to get more. James lets you drink the whole bottle, tipping it until you get the last drop out.

"Good girl," both of them exclaim, Peter petting your hair before going out to get some clothes for you. James washes you as quickly as possible, he shushes you gently when you let out a cry. "I'm sorry princess, I know it's sensitive but I have to clean you,"

Your body shakes when James finishes cleaning you up, your body heaving as you continue to cry. James kisses your cheek, understanding your reaction. "Oh love, It's okay. We'll get you dressed 'n all comfy, then cuddle you," James said softly, Peter walks back in with a bathrobe.

James picks you up from the tub, Peter wrapping the warm bathrobe around you. You lean against James, but you don't get to take a step because the boy has picked you up in his arms. he carries you back to the bed, making sure not to bump or startle you.

James plops you down on the bed, another water bottle gets handed to him. You make wide eyes at it, nodding your head at nothing.

"Need it," you muttered, voice raw. You make a frowned face at your croaked voice, holding your hand to it. Peter looks at you sadly, his fingers coming to hold your wrist gently. He leads your hand down to rest in your lap, his hand holding yours.

James gets the bottle open, doing the same process he did earlier. You drink the water greedily, throat sore. You get halfway through the bottle, before pulling away. James puts the cap back on and puts it to the side.

"How're you feeling love?" James asks, his hand coming to hold your face. You lean into it, letting your eyes shut.

"So tired," you admit, taking in a deep breath. Your throat aches, making you quiver. Peter pulls away, grabbing the clothes he set aside. You make a sound of protest, but James only helps you out of the bathrobe. Soon enough, you're in a warm jumper with fuzzy socks.

"Do you need anything else? I can get it for you," Peter asks, watching as you slip back and forth between consciousness. You shake your head, making a grabby hand gesture towards Peter. Your body leans into James's chest, head propped up on his exposed bicep. Peter comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he cuddles into you.

"Blanket," you sort out, feeling around. James grabs his wand, charming a fluffy blanket towards you three. In an instant you're covered in warmth, making you happy and content.

"Love you," you mumble out to both of them, you didn't stay awake long enough for them to gush and spoil you with their voiced affection.

[sombreboy]

Expensive doll⇢jjk & pjm

[ masterlist ] Serves as an afterstory for our series Mused Obsession, but can be read on its own. 

Written together with @chimoona​ as JM and @sombreboy​ as JK

Synopsis: In celebration of their one year anniversary, Jungkook dresses Jimin up in lingerie & makeup as his picture-perfect doll and ruins him in every way he desires.

⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢Genre: smut, mxm ⇢Word count: 15.7k ⇢Ch.warnings: Profanity, JM dressing in lingerie and wearing makeup, messy kissing, degrading petnames and dirtytalk, breathplay, bj, praise kink, JK's fetish for crybaby JM remains intact, body worship, foot fetish JK literally slorps JM's petite little foot and it is v erotic join us feet hoes, some biting, mentions of blood(from a sharp stiletto lol dw), ok hold up and stay w me here JK rides JM but he is in no way a bottom, this is some top ridin' stuff to drive Jm mad and let me tell you it works, then JK puts little JM back in his place where he belongs stuffed with dick, rough fucking, in fact its so rough that JM can't hold his pee im not even sorry-- it was hot, idk what else if you've read any of my stuff you should just kinda know what you're up for. xo

The chime of the security alarm strikes the quiet mansion as Jungkook shuts the door behind him, kicking off his shoes in a hurry. He hugs luxury shopping bags close to his chest, trembling with excitement. He'd been holding onto the bags at work to ensure Jimin didn't see them for days, which felt like months—especially today, to finally come home to his favorite person in the entire universe and spend their first official anniversary together.

It's been an entire year since Jimin proved his love and dedication to the photographer, and life couldn't be any better than it is now. They're unstoppable, thriving as the biggest names in the industry. With a lot of fame—a lot more on Jimin's end—comes a lot of work and less time together, except for when they manage to crawl into bed at the end of the day. So, Jeon Jungkook wanted to make tonight extra special. He'd missed having Jimin truly just for himself; not just as a boyfriend, but as a model and his muse.

"Baby, I'm home." Jungkook calls out as he eyes the rooms, listening to where Jimin could be. He knows the model had the day off, so the younger man had given him a little white lie—he wouldn’t be able to make it home early. Yet here he is, giddy like a child and ready to surprise his beloved butterfly.

"Come to me~" He adds cheerfully while walking towards the stairs, searching for Jimin when he hears the small thuds of his lover's light footsteps.

"K-kookie?" Jimin calls from their bedroom, rubbing his sleepy eyes after a long nap. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Jungkook arrive.

Thinking he had more time to get dressed and ready for their night together, he's caught, fresh from restful sleep, wearing only an oversized t-shirt and tight black briefs. The night was planned to a T...in Jimin's mind. A brand new suit hung in the walk-in closet, designed and tailored specifically for his body. He knows how the young photographer likes to ogle when the fabric of his pants hugs his plump cheeks daringly, almost too tight for a public setting.

But tonight, there will be no public outing. No distractions from the outside world, getting in the way of their time together.

As high-profile as the two men have grown over the last year, they've found it hard to take a leisurely night out on the town without being spotted by a fan of their work or an industry mate trying to cut into their fun. It's been a rollercoaster, but it's been the thrill of their lives. Even then, it's necessary to plan nights of relaxation and indulgence. So, Jimin set out candles and dipped ruby ripe strawberries in milk chocolate, planning a romantic night with just the two of them. He even chilled a bottle of overpriced champagne—a gift from Namjoon, hand-delivered for the happy couple. It was assumed that since Jungkook was working late, the ambiance of a well-kept home and a willing partner was all he wanted anyhow... Until, of course, Jimin glides down the stairs and spots his lover with armfuls of bags. Designer bags.

"Welcome h-ooome," he yawns, still finding his voice, "And happy anniversary, baby." He leans in and stands on his toes, pressing his body into the bags held at Jungkook's chest to give him a sweet kiss. "I missed you a lot...and I cleaned up too, but I guess I fell asleep at some point. I was going to get all pretty for you, so just pretend I'm dressed up right now."

“You’re gorgeous, baby.” Jungkook smiles into the kiss, returning it softly. He pulls back to drink in the fresh state Jimin is in. No makeup, barely dressed... It's like the visionary’s plans were fated to happen. “And this is perfect for what I have planned for you. A clean canvas, so to speak.” The young photographer adds as he hands over the bags to his lover. “Take off everything you’re wearing and put this on, nothing else. And bring the small bag with you to the studio.” He leans in closer to allow the hot breath of every spoken word to fan over Jimin’s cheek, whispering his next words. “I’ll be waiting for you. Okay? Now go.”

Accustomed to following the photographer's orders, Jimin doesn't waste a moment scurrying to the bathroom and peeling off his shirt on the way in. He kicks off his underwear and sits on the closed toilet seat to skim through the first bag's contents. The second he runs his hands over smooth silk ribbons and lace, his heart leaps out of his chest. 

Lingerie. Women's lingerie, he notes internally as his fingers skim the fabric with a timid touch. It feels small in his hand, and he already knows it's not meant to cover much. Jungkook has always been an appreciator of visual art, and in the back of Jimin's mind, he always knew this moment would come. The female form can be voluptuous and sensual—soft to the touch and comforting when held close. 

Without taking the lingerie out to inspect it closely, Jimin knows this look is made to illuminate his feminine traits—to hug the small of his waist and accentuate the curve of his hips, prominently displaying some of his lover's favorite parts with exaggerated flair.

As a former full-time model, Jimin doesn't think twice about indulging this new request from Jungkook. He's been half-naked in front of strangers in very scandalous clothing, it's only right he indulges his partner with the same courtesy, under his exact specifications. 

He sets the smaller bag aside and removes the clothing, gasping at the bright red shade the younger man had chosen. It looks like fresh blood as he tugs it onto his small body—ribbons drip down his legs to capture the matching set of pure red stockings. When he slips them over his legs, they stop at the feet, hugging them tight and showing the delicate curve of his arches.

A slender garter belt cinches high around his waist and rests low on his hips, made of a thin weave of lace that opens up at the belly button to show off the cute dip of his tummy. Not even fully dressed, he feels pretty...desirable. With each new addition, he feels his confidence grow, matching the opulent fit his love has chosen for their special occasion. Jimin grasps the silk ties that dangle off the belt and loop them into the stockings, holding them tight against his body and matching the two pieces as one. He takes his time to billow the ties into eye-catching bows, adding more of a feminine flair to his long slender legs. 

He opens another bag and clasps his hand over his mouth, pulling out an accompanying bralette, so fair and petite. It's soft on his skin. Everything feels so soft and erotic, like it was crafted to draw moans from his mouth before he's even touched by warm hands. The gentle graze of the lace over his nipples makes him bite his lower lip to push back building arousal. When he crosses his legs to finish clasping the bralette behind his back, he feels the rub of new lace against his cock, only drawing his attention to the fact that women's underwear does not provide enough room to hold him fully. If he gets harder, which he's certain he will, it will be impossible not to poke out and dribble over the rouge fabric.

Once Jimin empties the bags and slips every bit of clothing onto his body, he steps back to admire the full look. Even in the dim bathroom mirror, he finds every little bit of his form jaw-dropping as it's prettily wrapped in red. But no look is complete without a matching set of kitten heels, which he slips onto his red silken feet. He immediately notices how the added height accentuates his plump cheeks, out in the open, skimmed down the center with a cheeky thong.

"Woah..." The model takes a few strides across the bathroom floor to get a feel for the new footwear. A few clumsy trips over the tile to get started, but after a couple minutes, his confidence is through the roof. He can stride effortlessly and sway his hips in a subtle yet seductive manner.

"O-okay." He psyches himself up, licking his thick lips in a quick swipe while he drinks in a final look of his fit. He grabs the smallest bag, still unopened, and exits the bathroom to find Jungkook waiting for him in his personal studio.

Meanwhile, Jungkook just finished setting up the finishing touches to his studio and waited for the most important centerpiece of the night. His favorite camera sits on a tripod next to his large armchair, which is to be his spot to admire his creation. He presses record before he forgets to, and knowing how he will soon see his lover in the new lingerie, there'd be no time to think about whether or not the camera captures it all. What he didn't expect, however, was to find the fresh chocolate dipped strawberries, paired with a bottle of champagne. He immediately noted that this wasn't something he had in his own collection, so he figured this was Jimin's preparation for the night.

"So sweet to me, always.." Jungkook sighs dreamily when placing the strawberries and the bottle on the small table next to his chair as he takes his seat. His lover always finds little ways to show his affection; always considerate of Jungkook in everything he does. It's cute, and even if the elder man's plans might not be what he initially thought, Kook is sure that this will surpass anything he had in mind.

"He should be here soon..." He leans back in his seat, still wearing the suit he'd worn all day at work. His strong, tattooed fingers wrap around his tie and tug at it to loosen the fabric a bit. He rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt after discarding the suit jacket to let it be thrown on the floor behind the chair. His breathing slows down when he listens intently for the powerful sound of heels coming from the bedroom, echoing in the hallway. Although he knows what to expect, he still doesn't know just how it would look-- how his Jimin would pull off the look. The thick swallow in anticipation causes his adam's apple to bob, already excited as his heart beats harder in his chest.

Jimin bottles his nerves and clicks his heels with slow steps, echoing deliberately on the hard floor until he reaches the studio doorway.

"Don't laugh, okay?" He smirks at his own words, still hidden around the corner of the doorframe, knowing there's no way on earth Jungkook could find this fit humorous. "I'm coming in..."

One step forward, and he's basked in the low light of the photographer's setup. He swallows hard at the first sight of Jungkook, even when he's dressed the same as when he left him. The loosened tie captures his attention, and he swallows again at the thought of holding it while he glides his silken legs over his lover's lap to ride him roughly. The anticipation of what Jungkook has in store for Jimin is overwhelming.

Jimin gives the photographer a moment to gather himself before he walks forward, placing one heel in front of the other and sashaying his hips with each step. The camera blinks red to indicate it's recording, and Jimin doesn't let it distract his attention for a second. He moves in a slow weave, looking up at his partner under a tempting hooded gaze--long eyelashes beckoning him closer. When he reaches the center of the studio, he stops for further instruction, standing with confidence and poise. 

"You chose well, baby. I love it." He gives a slow twirl, pivoting on his slim heel to show off the back, pausing to give the younger man a good look. "...do you like it?"

“I really like it.. I knew you’d look perfect in this.” Jungkook drinks in the entirety of his lover, his heavy gaze not leaving a single inch of the model's body unseen. The lingerie is perfect, covering just enough—but doesn’t hide anything. His hungry eyes travel down the blonde model’s back; from his slender back to his plump ass, not to mention how the posture from the heels make it stand out even more. “Did you bring the small bag?” He asks, beckoning Jimin to come closer with a wave of his hand, itching to feel his delicate body beneath his fingertips.

Jimin nods yes, stepping towards his lover. "I didn't peek, I was good." He says it in an innocent tone, as if he doesn't look like a goddamn succubus in fuck-me heels. A brilliant red strap of his bralette slips down his shoulder, which he takes his time slipping back into place. Even if he feels a bit out of place in this new look, he pulls it off with grace and seduction.

Jimin hands the bag to Jungkook. "I'm sure whatever it is, it'll make this moment even better." He kneels at the photographer's feet in a natural subservient position, resting his elbows on the man's thighs and peering up at him for further instruction.

"Yes." Jungkook says softly while taking the bag in his hands, giving Jimin an approving smile. While his face remains unbothered, the strain of his half erect cock proves that he's anything but. The visuals of the elder in such sinful fabrics drives him crazy, and eager to ruin them in every way he pleases. "You're such a good boy to me. Always trusting me with your everything."

Jungkook digs into the bag, pulling out a small, high end lipstick. He puts the bag to the side, grabbing Jimin's chin with his free hand while popping the lid off the lipstick with his thumb, leaning forward in his seat to get a proper look of his lover's bare face. 

"Pout." He instructs, twirling the little stick to slide the blood red lipstick from hiding, bringing it close to Jimin's plump lips. When the blonde does as told, he gently swipes the crimson color onto the delicate skin of Jimin's lower lip. His cock throbs at how effortlessly it stains his pretty mouth, and he keeps adding more; layer after layer until he's satisfied with the deep, bloody red adorning one of many favorite features of his man. 

"You look like a doll already, so pretty.." Jungkook sighs, a mixture of his adoration and sexual frustration building at the sight. But he's patient, and leans back a bit to inspect his work, moving his hold on the smaller man's jaw to rub his thumb over Jimin's lips, staining the pad of his finger in the process.

A moan presses passed Jimin’s pursed pout. All he’s ever wanted since he met the mysterious man is to be everything for him—there, at his feet, living to serve his deepest desires. To give a taste of his commitment to the role, he swipes his pierced tongue over the finger in a slow motion.

“I can see how hard you’re getting, Kookie...” He takes the thumb between his stained lips and circles his tongue around it, releasing with a light pop. “...seeing me like this, dressed in the underwear you chose...” He peers down at the slick thumb and admires the prominent stain—a perfect shade to match the rest of his ensemble. “...bet you’d love to admire every inch of your creation.” Jimin circles his tongue around the digit once more and pulls it into his mouth, humming his pleasure into the photographer’s skin. He brings a hand up to palm his lover’s stiffening length through unbuttoned pants.

"Mm, you know exactly what I like." Jungkook purrs, glancing down for a moment to watch Jimin's delicate hand touch his hard length, now prominent through the fabrics keeping it hidden. His gaze travels back to the model's face. Seeing Jimin's doe eyes look up at him with such submission, admiration... love. It drives the photographer mad with desire.

"There's so much I wanna do to you." He breathes out, his sentence ending with a quiet moan as he bucks up into Jimin's small palm. When his lust takes over, slowly and steadily, his impulses grow more reckless. "Or make you do, for me.." He adds before swiping his thumb over the lipstick once more, dragging the pad of his digit further past the corner of the model's mouth. A stripe smeared in red adorns Jimin's cheek like a small chelsea smile-effect. Jungkook's hand moves back down to wrap behind Jimin's neck, covering his nape with the warmth of his palm as he leans forward to draw his lover in for a messy kiss, aiding in the destruction of the pretty lipstick he'd just applied. 

A red mess is created between the two, their lips coated with splashes of the color and the taste of chemicals mixing with their saliva. But Kook doesn't care—instead, he enjoys every second of it, forcing his tongue between Jimin's parted lips to claim his mouth.

"Look at you..." Jungkook murmurs when he pulls back, the thick string of saliva connecting their tongues breaking off when he speaks, watching it fall to stick to Jimin's chin. "Your makeup got ruined, what a shame.." The faux concern in his tone is evident in contrast to the pleased fire in his eyes. He takes the lipstick, grabbing the blonde's jaw a bit harder this time to reapply, not bothering to wipe off the already smeared makeup around the lips. "Baby... Take my dick out while I fix this, I'm aching."

Jimin pants, left breathless from the younger man's kiss. "Mm--ah...okay." His hand resumes gentle strokes over the clothed length, just feeling for a moment while he distracts his mind from his own growing erection. The press of his pink swollen cock head tests the integrity of the lace, making it bulge out noticeably. When his hand slips into Jungkook's pants to pet him bare, he can't bite back the whimpers of need that brush his partner's fingers.

"Y-you really are aching." Jimin's mouth salivates, murmuring the words to avoid messing up Jungkook's artwork. "Fuck...so big, baby." The blonde model uses one hand to tug down his lover's pants and underwear while the other maintains a languid pace over his silken skin. He takes a pause to bring his messy lips close, wetting Jungkook's shaft with an audible spit that dribbles down his chin. He's never been perfect at following instructions when arousal fogs his mind. At this moment, he needs to hear the slick sounds of cock in his hand. He needs to feel the warmth of blood pulsating under his touch, stiffening and dripping for more. 

"May I taste you, sir?" He reverts back to his role, asking sweetly, nipping the bottom lip and smudging the lipstick even more. "Please."

“How can I refuse when you ask so sweetly?” Jungkook looks at his creation, already seeing the blonde mess up the lipstick with his spit and nipping of his lips. It both pleased him and annoyed him, but the heavy arousal weighing on him clouds his judgement and makes him more forgiving towards Jimin’s light disobedience. It’s to be expected, and seeing his lips messy and smeared with red while sucking his cock is all the photographer could think of, for now. “If that’s what my baby wants,” he sighs, reaching out to smudge the other end of the corner of the model's mouth, finishing the joker-like smile on his cheeks. 

Kook leans back in his seat again, moving his hands to rest on his thighs. Kook’s gaze is focused on Jimin, drinking in every feature, observing every little movement. He zeroes in on his messy lips, and feels a moan scratching at the back of his throat at the sight. He can’t wait to see his lover turn into a broken mess, one step at a time. 

“Suck it deeply.. take all of it. No teasing.”

To test the waters, Jimin gives a light swipe along the bottom of Jungkook's shaft, drawing his pink muscle up to the tip and swirling it around the leaking slit in tight circles. 

"Mm, uhm—ahh..." Jimin becomes vocal, humming around the thick length as he pops it in and out of his plump lips, watching it twitch with delight each time he strips Jungkook of his building pleasure. Jungkook said not to tease, but the pretty little blonde craves to feel each shudder of arousal. Each touch from him is live-wired to the younger man, and Jimin feels powerful by causing it to happen. Plus, as an added perk, he knows the slow and drawn-out pace will cause more trouble for him in the long-run. And...what's life without a little pain? He anticipates it. He knows, as nicely as he's dressed, his partner can easily turn him into a crying mess without any regard for the flashy fine clothing. No amount of silk and lace can conceal his inner need to be lovingly destroyed. 

With a lasting swipe of his hot tongue across the ridge of Jungkook's tip, Jimin pops it into between his rouge lips, already smearing a bit of the lipstick over the smooth skin. He bobs his head to wet the throbbing cock, spilling his saliva down the length of it with little to no regard for the mess it creates. He knows, better than anyone, the messier he is, the better.

"Ah, mmh—I told you, no teasing..." Jungkook huffs with furrowed brows, focused on how well Jimin takes his girthy length all the way, dragging his tongue against the smooth skin, watching himself get covered in saliva and faint marks of the lipstick.

"Always making it difficult for me, looking so sweet and innocent..." Jungkook licks his lips at the sight of the elder's messy mouth, makeup smearing past his lips and drooling down his chin onto his length. He's sucked the photographer's cock countless times, so he knows exactly how to do it, and his gag reflex had become close to nonexistent. But, that doesn't mean it's not there, one just has to use a bit of force. "But you're anything but innocent, aren't you? Sucking me off like a cockhungry whore." The photographer bites back a moan, unable to keep his hands off of Jimin for too long before he's already weaving his fingers through his lover's blonde curls to get a good grip. He's gentle at first, just feeling the motion of Jimin's head bob up and down his length, wet sounds and whiny, muffled moans filling the room as no other sound is audible inside the isolated space.

"So be it. If you want my cock that badly, then keep sucking." Jungkook tugs at Jimin's hair, forcing his head to move harder and faster. His generous length makes space in the model's delicate throat, forcing the continuous pool of drool to seep from Jimin's mouth to add to the mess, not allowing him to get off to breathe except from his nose.

Jimin crosses his ankles and rests his bare butt on top of the heels. They clack together as he bends forward and bobs his head steadily, opening up his throat to feel Jungkook's wet tip guide the way. Inch by fleshy inch, his lover's cock fills the space within him. It causes his own cock to peek out of the slim red lace and poke Jimin's abdomen as he bends deep. The blonde swallows around Jungkook's fat cock and holds still, warming it as deep as he can possibly bear, forcing himself to wait until he feels lightheaded.

When his lungs burn for breath, he withdraws slowly, tonguing the prominent veins that bulge along his lover's shaft. "Mmf...g-ah—ack!" He chokes on the last couple inches and holds his small palms in the inner curve of Jungkook's thighs for balance. "...Mine. All mine...tastes so yummy," he emphasizes, swiping a bead of precum directly from the leaking slit. Lost in his own little world, feeling pretty yet needy for friction, he wraps a hand around the shaft and strokes it up and down quickly.

" I-I'm your whore, sir." He looks the part—plump lips and cheeks stained with red, stringing long strands of his spit to the younger's twitching head. To the outside world, he's nothing but the most well-kept, straight-laced individual. Here? He lets go entirely, making his body available for use without a care of how someone else perceives him. The only opinion that matters is the man before him. 

Jimin looks down and notices a strap of his bralette had fallen down, only matching his role of sultry temptress...quickly morphing to messy slut. He purposefully lets the other strap fall, looking up at Jungkook with beckoning lashes. 

"Am I doing well?"

"Mm.. Could do better." Jungkook lies, towering over Jimin's small frame on the floor. His long, raven curls fall forward, framing his sharp features. Being in this position, seeing everything from above, makes him feel so utterly powerful. And Jimin's big, glossy eyes meeting his own only adds to the fire that awakens every single hormone in his body.

In reality, Jimin is doing well. In fact, he's doing an amazing job at driving the photographer mad. His cock twitches delightfully in the model's hands, his abdomen tightening in excitement and heart fluttering beneath his heaving ribcage.

"A job well done isn't without your pretty tears, baby." Jungkook says softly, taking deep breaths to keep his voice from wavering too much in pleasure. He strokes his fingers through his lover's bright, silky curls, coaxing him to take him back into his mouth. "Choke on it, but don't make me cum... Just enough to make your eyes sparkle for me."

Jimin chokes on nothing but a quick gasp. "O-of course." He shrinks under Jungkook's commanding gaze and rubs his thighs together, wishing he had permission to adjust his now fully erect cock. To solidify his subservience, on top of his now glassy eyes, he takes another step and clasps his hands behind his back. No ties or cuffs are necessary, although he'd enjoy being bound tight and abused for being a tease—it was the plan all along.

"I love you," he whispers, swallowing down a fresh wave of emotion and looking up to let Jungkook admire the first tear roll down his cheek. The wet droplet catches the makeup and slips off his chin to seep into his bright red lingerie. Jimin holds eye contact and sticks out his tongue, showing off the pretty piece of jewelry at the center, right where Jungkook placed it nearly a year ago. He gives a couple testing kitten licks, then hovers his pout over the tip, plunging the full length down his throat without a testing suck. No more teasing, he tells himself, gagging around the fat cock. 

Just as Jungkook demanded, Jimin strips himself of breath until he's crying for relief. Hands still clasped tight and out of the way, he's given himself no way of escape, showing his true resilience and commitment to the task he's given.

“Oh, my Jimin..” Jungkook sighs in pleasure, watching how his hefty length disappears into the welcoming warmth of his lover's throat. The flesh contracts around him when the model gags, squeezing tightly to draw more low moans and grunts from the photographer. “You’re doing so well now.” He praises, brushing his thumb beneath Jimin’s eye to catch a few tears. He’s convinced that although there’s a million types of makeup to make one look perfect, Jimin looks his prettiest when his skin is glowing from the shine of his tears. The way his submissive stare from below is sparkling like little stars, just for Jeon Jungkook. The way Jimin will endure anything to please.

“Nobody is prettier than you.” Jungkook bites his lower lip at the sight below, and grows impatient. He keeps a tight grip on his lover's hair, cock deeply buried in his throat while he stands up from his seat. “Nobody could ever compare to you, butterfly.” He hisses, feeling the heat of his words creep onto his cheeks while meeting the elders glossy eyes. He withdraws his hips slowly, only to thrust forward and lodge the head of his jeweled cock as deep as possible. He sighs, lip quivering at his lover's compliance. It’s too exciting, his body is practically shaking with itching, aggressive longing to destroy Jimin further. Patience, he reminds himself. It is their special night, so he wants to ensure Jimin feels like the most desired human in the universe.

The warming praise gives Jimin the courage he needs to slide his lips up the rigid length, gliding his wet ribbed tongue in gentle sweeps. His throat burns from the intrusion, yet, it's a familiar sensation and it does very little to detract him from bobbing his head and building up the photographer until he's at his brink. Slick, slobbery sucks and the occasional gag and gasp for breath becomes the playlist of their evening. Even the model becomes affected by his own desperate sounds. He wiggles his plump butt in a subtle motion to take his attention off the desire pulsing in his veins. He sucks and tongues, staring up at Jungkook until his vision blurs with a wave of new tears. Jimin rests back on his heels to catch his breath, letting the throbbing cock flop out of his mouth and into his hand, holding it firm and continuing to bring his lover close to the edge without immediate relief.

"Fuck me." The second the words leave his swollen lipstick-smeared lips is the moment he cracks, just a little. Hot tears fall down Jimin's cheeks--hand stroking the soaked length until he's trembling to be touched. "I n-need you, Kookie."

Within what seems like a split second, Jungkook dropped to his knees on the floor in front of Jimin; framing his small face in his large palms to draw him in for a messy kiss. He can taste everything-- the mixture of lipstick and saliva, sullied with the taste of his own cock lingering on the model's tongue. But the highlight of it all is the salty topping of Jimin's tears, a clear result of his effort and submission that he worked himself so hard that his body rejected it-- and yet endured to fulfill the photographer's desires.

"Haah, you need me?" Jungkook chuckles when he pulls back from the heated kiss, lingering close to softly press his lips over Jimin's damp cheeks. His own are stained with a faint red, transferred from the elder's pillowy ones.

"Sure you're not tired of this cock?" He smiles as he continues to kiss away Jimin's tears, tongue poking out to lick his cheek as his hot breath fans his face. While he does so, his hands let go of Jimin's face to smooth down his slender form, snaking behind his back until they settle on his ass, mercilessly squeezing the flesh between his fingers. "After you got a taste of Joonie, maybe I won't be enough?" Jungkook's wolfish smile doesn't falter, knowing this will tug at his lover's heartstrings. His kisses travel south, leaving red sucks and bites to blossom on the model's fair skin in it's path down to find a spot by his collarbone where he sucks harshly, certain that it'll leave a possessive mark behind.

"Joonie?" The tears on Jimin's cheeks glisten under the studio lights. His quivering bottom lip juts out in a pout as he naturally leans into the breath of Jungkook's suckles. The hot, tongued, needy markings become painful. Jimin huffs out a low moan. "Hyung was big...but he doesn't taste like you...fuck--" He takes Jungkook's face between his hands and returns the kiss, mashing their lips together messily, parting his mouth and giving him a longing taste of what he desires most. The model draws back slowly, making sure thin strands of their combined saliva string between their tongues, obvious for his lover to admire.

"You're more than enough..." Jimin whispers, letting a hand drop back to Jungkook's swollen cock, still dripping wet with his spit and precum. "I only beg for you, baby. I only want you...playing with me...fucking me...using me until I c-cry." He scoots forward and lets the length drop from his hand, then lifts his knees to straddle the photographer's lap on the floor. While the move may be a little too desperate, he doesn't have a single shred of care in his small body. He aches to feel his love's large hands tug at the lingerie, to feel the way his dripping cock strains against the material, and how it hugs his tense thighs. More than anything, he wants to rock his plump cheeks over Jungkook's shaft, until he's shaking to rip off every bit of red satin and lace from his skin. Jimin pleas in a cracked voice. "Will you make me cry, Kookie?"

"How can you say it so sweetly, as if you aren't crying already..." Jungkook admires the disheveled man before him, lips swollen and messy with smeared makeup. The loose bands of the bralette hang down Jimin's small biceps, adding to the vision in the photographer's mind. "You know how I love it when you beg like this." The younger's strained voice breaks into a low, needy growl when aggression fuels his sadistic desires to go further. Jimin knows this is just one of his ways to show his affection, this is how he's always been, and will continue to always be. Jungkook's greedy hands knead at the flesh of Jimin's ass, nails scraping the fabrics of the lingerie, tugging so harshly that it struggles to not break in his grasp. He spreads the model's ass, keeping the lingerie in the way of his tight entrance as his rigid length rubs against it.

"I don't want you to cry..." Jungkook presses Jimin's ass down, rubbing his cock between the soft cheeks of the model's ass. He looks at his face, never wavering the intense eye contact he initiates while one hand withdraws from it's hold to scavenge the floor next to him, grabbing the opened lipstick. He leans forward, one arm snaking around Jimin's small waist to keep him in place, thick length snugly pressed beneath the blonde's weight while the other hand resumes to add another layer of lipstick, fixing the mess without cleaning up what's been smeared. "I want you to scream so loud that you cannot make a single sound," He smiles, pressing the lipstick harder against his lips, adding a second layer, watching the product crumble a little. "I want you to choke on your own cries, because you can't think of anything else but me."

One last swipe, and Jungkook moves on to draw a little heart in the middle of Jimin's chest, filling it in meticulously. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek in focus, before he finishes and looks back up at the elder. "Now..." He sighs, feeling the painful aching when his cock throbs against the damp lingerie separating himself from being inside of Jimin. He nudges his chin in the direction behind him towards the armchair. "Get up."

The soft pink curve of Jungkook’s lips tempts Jimin to lean in and sully his fair skin with the clumpy lipstick. But he refrains, because he trusts the vision of his photographer—always. He looks like sin—dressed as an upscale whore, made a hot mess by the various layers of makeup applied between spit-slicked kisses and mouth fucking. He would have never chosen this look for himself, and that’s part of the thrill. It’s fresh and exciting, knowing only he can fulfill this erotic vision; being the only muse fit for the occasion, or any other.

“Yes, sir.” Jimin stands to his feet, a little wobbly as he adjusts to the height of the heels. The chair feels miles away the farther the small model steps away from his partner. Yet, the mystery of what could come next makes his heart thunder in his chest. He rubs his lips together to smooth the luxe lipstick, rubbing beyond his natural lines to make his pillowy plush pout look even fuller. Jimin sits on the chair, prim and proper with his legs crossed, pointing the tip of a slim heel in Jungkook’s direction.

“How would you like me?” He asks innocently in a sweet tone, as if he isn’t dressed in women’s lingerie, practically dripping with precum, hard cock straining against the lace.

“Like that, just like that...'' Jungkook stares up from his position on the floor, crawling forward on all fours like a predator slowly approaching it's prey. A new spark of various emotions swirl in his gaze, ranging from admiration and affection-- drowning in the crazed hunger that seeps through his blown out pupils. Having the Park Jimin looking like a hot mess made his cock stir painfully as he tucked himself back in his underwear, leaving the pants undone. It wasn't his turn yet, and as they both know-- the reward of patience will be immensely satisfying.

"Can you imagine if anybody else saw you like this? Every media source would explode, the internet would be on fire." Jungkook sighs dreamily from the mere thought of it. What makes it so good, is the fact that he remains the only person... Well, out of two, in the world to see the famous model and designer turn into a submissive plaything. "You'd lose everything... And for what? To please me?" Jungkook shakes his head, chuckling in a mocking manner as if it's unbelievable that Jimin would go such daring lengths of risking everything, time and time again, just to keep Jeon Jungkook happy.

Just to be his whore.

"And that is why I love you... You know exactly how I like you." The photographer says softly. His gaze drinks up the view above him, from Jimin's messy pout, down his clammy, heaving chest, to his crossed thighs hiding the pretty little cock that is most definitely screaming for relief.

"A needy whore. A compliant whore." Jungkook murmurs to himself when his gaze finds the heel pointing at him. His hands greedily reach out to grab Jimin's delicate ankle, kissing and biting at the stockings covering his soft skin. His free hand grabs the shoe, slowly sliding it off to place it on the floor with unexpected care. He looks up at the blonde again, his dark stare softening at the small gasps continuously pushing past Jimin's swollen lips. Kook kisses travel further down, his own breaths becoming heavy and shaky at how feminine Jimin's small foot looks, covered with the see through fabrics, holding it in his hand like it's the most precious thing he's ever seen.

"A doll." He smiles, closing his eyes when he indulges, flattening his tongue to lick a long, slow, stripe from Jimin's heel to his toe.

“S-shit...” The wet pink muscle tickles Jimin’s sensitive arch, but the pressure of it makes it more enjoyable than he anticipated. Every square inch of his body has been worshipped, marked, pleasured, pained, and all the rest of it—every sensation imaginable, Jungkook has inflicted it with purpose. Even as he pleases his own carnal impulses, he dangles new kinks in the model’s face, tempting him to grasp them tight.

“What are you—“ He knew the second he slipped on those tantalizing stilettos that there was a greater plan in store. The dagger-sharp, pointed heels could easily be used as weapons. After a year with Jungkook, he’s learned how much weaponry and danger makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Jimin moans delicately.

“Do you like my feet, puppy?” The glide of Jungkook’s tongue can be felt through the sheer fabric, seeping the moisture of his spit down to the skin. “Want to taste more?” Sitting on his makeshift throne makes him feel power and strength. He’s well aware that in a heartbeat he can be rag-dolled in any position the younger man desires, but he’s placed in a position of command with his partner at his feet. So he lifts his other foot off the floor and places the sharp point of his shoe onto Jungkook’s thigh, digging it into the muscle just a bit. “Tear the stockings, please.” Jimin’s voice shakes. “R-ruin them. Take it off, with your teeth.”

Jungkook's grasp around Jimin's ankle tightens when he feels the pointy heel dig into his thigh, drawing a low moan from deep within his chest. He gazes up at Jimin through his dark lashes, crooking an eyebrow.

"What was that?" his wicked smile is hiding behind Jimin's foot, which he kisses the sole of between his words. "I thought I heard the doll speak, I must be mad..." Jungkook purposely put Jimin in this position, knowing exactly how it'd make him feel to see the photographer on his knees. The bratty side to the model always knew how to spur-- or in this case, literally step on his nerves to get what he wants. It all serves to the buildup of a bigger purpose; the more riled up Jungkook becomes, the harder Jimin gets fucked. And he knows it too well. Just how long it'll take before he gets what he wants, is the big question.

He looks up at his hot mess of a lover again, saying nothing as he silently obeys his wish when he bites down on the fabrics, carelessly dragging his teeth against the fair skin as he does so. He pulls back, ripping the expensive material off like a kid that's too excited on Christmas to care about whether the wrapping paper is torn to shreds. He nips at the broken fabrics, slowly sliding it off from his lower leg and down to slip it off his foot, audibly spitting it out from his mouth to lunge back in. His hands withdraw to settle on the other leg, still covered and dressed with the heel that so deliciously stings into his muscular thigh. He strokes it gently, so carefully it must tickle more than anything, while wrapping his plush, lipstick stained lips around Jimin's toe, sucking and tonguing it shamelessly with low hums in satisfaction and hot breaths through his nose.

It is overwhelming to even think about the erotic visuals he's capturing on camera, so much that his cheeks flush with heat, and his thick bulge twitches with every little stroke of his tongue that snakes around and in-between the model's petite toes.

"Gah--fucking...shit--ah!" Jimin chokes on a whine as his first digit slips into Jungkook's hot mouth. Each delicate nerve ending sparks to life and ripples tingly pleasurable goosebumps up his legs. He clamps his thighs shut and adjusts the heel, scraping into the fabric of his pants, testing the limit of Jungkook's flesh. Mind over matter, the small male wriggles his butt in his seat, internally battling the conflicting tickly sensations vs his overbearing arousal. With just a single toe suckled between his favorite pair of messy lips, his mind numbs and his limbs tense to claw for leverage. Feeling this, and seeing it happen--admiring the way Jungkook's long lashes close gently as he indulges in the moment. Jimin grips the chair arms in both hands and tears his sharp nails into the upholstery. Jimin mewls, straining to keep quiet, allowing his partner to focus on his indulgence.

“Mm--ah, ah, god..." He closes his eyes and simply feels the movement of the wet muscle, licking between his toes, around them, sucking them into his mouth, until they're glistening in his saliva. "M-more--more..." he whispers, slapping a hand over his begging lips. He broke the stocking, slid it off of him with his teeth without any regard to the price or quality of the fabric. No moment of hesitation to argue against the command or counter with something more enjoyable for both of them. Spoiled, is the word Jimin thinks of...he's pampered in this position, given exactly what he needs, like a prized porcelain doll.

"M-mooore," he whines from behind his hand, biting hard into the soft skin between his pointer finger and thumb, muffling the garbled sounds and using pressure to distract. His eyes seek the recording camera before letting a tear slide down his ruddy cheek, swiping his small tongue over his rouge pout and swallowing hard. "Baby, f-feels--mmf...so good. Looks so pretty..."

With a wet pop, Jungkook withdraws his lips from Jimin's cleaned up toes. His eyes open slowly as he does so, looking up at the overwhelmed man above, shaking with his arousal and inner battle to stay still and receiving the reward. Who the reward is for remains a mystery.

"So greedy... Didn't know you loved having your filthy toes sucked so much." He hums, glancing down at the wet patch of precum staining his underwear, a clear result of just how much he enjoys it as well. "What else do you want?"

Jungkook doesn't look at Jimin while asking, but keeps his attention on the slender legs in front of him. He grabs the model's ankle, uncrossing his legs to spread them wide, scuffing closer between to where he can access and lean his cheek against Jimin's inner thigh, so close but so far away from the aching, pretty cock that's barely covered by the soft lace.

"You're really digging that heel into my leg, baby... Ouch..." He sighs, feeling his length throb with every movement that twists the heel into his flesh. He purposely chose sharp heels, feeling his mixture of bad temper, impatience and lust fill him with every hot breath pushing past his lips. He snakes a hand down between his legs, slipping past the waistband of his boxers to squeeze his cock tightly, staring up at Jimin with doe puppy eyes, rubbing his cheek against the clammy skin of the blonde's thigh. "It hurts, hmm.. Ah.." He closes his eyes again, kissing the skin softly, seemingly gentle-- until his lips curl into a small smile, parting his teeth only to bite down on Jimin's flesh, leaving a possessive mark behind.

Jimin's nails tear away from the upholstery and grasp Jungkook by the roots.

"Sss--ow, fuuck." The fresh mark lays very close to the tattoo on his thigh, still brilliantly colorful with dark shading, like he got it weeks prior. A bruise begins to bloom between the embedded dips where Jungkook's teeth sunk in. It's hot and tender and ignites the rest of his skin to an even coat of blush. Without noticing, Jimin drags his heel down gradually, brought to attention when it clacks onto the floor in front of Jungkook's knelt frame...Tempting…

"Oh, baby. It hurts, huh?" Jimin coos as his fingers naturally soothe the sensitive skin of his lover's scalp. He notices a new hole in Jungkook's pants where his heel punctured through, straight down to the skin. On the fine tip of the heel is a subtle patch of blood where he scraped a little too roughly. "Poor puppy..."

It's a rare occasion to have the photographer in such a submissive state, but he seems to enjoy it more and more once Jimin inflicts a little pain. So that's exactly what the model does, to give back the pleasure and revel in the pristine imagery of his lover on bent knees to please. "Lick it," Jimin says in a quiet voice, bringing his heel to his partner's lips. He clears his throat and states it again, louder and with confidence, wrapping his other leg over Jungkook's shoulder and pulling him closer to the sharp point. "Just like you did my toes, clean this pretty heel."

"Mm? That's what you want..." Jungkook squeezes his cock tighter, blocking the blood flow until he feels his pulse thunder through the swollen tip. He tilts his head to the side slightly, giving Jimin a good view of the way he leans in and opens his mouth wide. His tongue snakes around the sharp heel, scooping up the droplet of his own blood to coat his wet muscle in a thin layer of red. His raised eyebrows serve as a silent question of whether or not he is doing it right... And by the way Jimin's big eyes are quivering as they meet his own, he's more than certain of the answer.

Jungkook hums lowly, a deep moan caught in his throat when he tugs the waistband down to set his cock free from hiding once more, openly massaging his slick length to the way he keeps licking the heel, from the sharpness to the sole, a flattened tongue dragging up like a dog lapping up their favorite meal.

"That's g-good...so good." Any mortal man would go cross eyed from the sinful sight. Jimin is made tougher than most, strong from being with Jungkook, but he's easily bent and broken from the simplest sights. Anything from the younger man melts the model's mind to horny mush--trying on a new pair of Versace shades, or hitting a high score on Overwatch, or sloppily sipping a bananamilk until the container runs dry. This visual, however...is quite complex. The blonde sweats lightly, swallowing tight and combing his fingers through Jungkook's shaggy raven locks, getting lost in the action. He isn't even directly touched, and yet, he feels electric shock waves of pleasure from simply watching Jungkook thumb over his dripping cock head and lap the razor sharp edge of his stiletto.

"Keep touching yourself," he whimpers, gaze hungrily following the younger man's slippery pink tongue slide over the last unsullied strip of heel. "A-and...gah...don't cum." Jimin wrenches his eyes shut and moves his other hand down to touch himself too. His hand grips his needy length tight through the sheer fabric and he bucks upward to chase the friction. In the process, he jolts the heel between his love's lips and gives the plump bottom pout a swift cut. "Shit, puppy, I-I'm..."

Jungkook grunts, flinching slightly from the unexpected. He looks down, seeing as blood drips from his lip to the floor into a growing puddle, deep enough to give a burning sensation in his delicate skin. Deep enough to fuel his various emotions..

"You got too greedy." He mumbles, not bothering to wipe it off as it creates a red string of liquid running down his chin when he looks up at Jimin. His doe eyes fade into the familiar dark stare that the model knows too well. Jungkook could only hold his faux submission for so long, his generosity for the night of giving Jimin the sense of power running out quickly.

"But you just can't control yourself, can you?" Jungkook gets up on his feet, placing his hands on the armrests while towering close over Jimin, face inches away from the mess of a man. "What am I gonna do with such a slut... Getting so excited you can't even sit still in a fuckin' chair." He hisses, swiping up the blood on his lip with his tongue, mixing it with his spit. He grabs Jimin's jaw tightly, forcing his mouth open, tilting his little head back while he hovers over him. "Guess you'll just have to reap what you sow, little whore." He murmurs against Jimin's lips before he parts his own, letting the bloody mixture of his saliva drip into Jimin's lips, seeping into his mouth. He keeps a tight grip on the model, not letting him move or reject the offer the photographer gives him. Kook shimmies out of his pants while he does so, slowly climbing on top to straddle Jimin's lap, caging his small frame onto the chair.

The model nods rapidly, brushing the bloody mixture between their painted lips.

"I'll take it all." A string of Jungkook's red saliva trails between their parted mouths as Jimin arches up and steals a couple desperate kisses. "Anything you want to do t-to me." Whether he believes his own words or not is a big mystery. When he says anything, he forgets just how unpredictable and harsh his love can be when provoked. But in the moment, it feels right, especially when the heat of Jungkook's bare cock is felt so close to where he wants it most.

Jimin reaches his arms around Jungkook's torso, feels the muscles of his back tense and release while he finds his footing. He breathes in through his nose to smell the gentle cologne and musk of the photographer, and the very faint but nostalgic and calming scent of his shampoo. Jimin flicks out his tongue and tastes the rust that lingers atop the lipstick, closes his teary eyes to center himself before the pain takes hold. Perhaps there will be humiliation, or both, simultaneously.

"Anything, huh..." Jungkook looks at Jimin through mischievous eyes. His cock lays heavy against the model's clammy stomach, twitching at the new idea running through his mind. Normally, this is not something he would desire.. But this is a special occasion, and the action would fit the punishment and sate the unusual urges coaxing him to do what he does next. Jungkook leans in to kiss Jimin, keeping one palm on his lover's messy cheek. Jimin's lipstick moistens up, once again staining the photographer's mouth in their hot kiss-- a distraction from the way his other hand snakes behind him when he lifts his hips up, grabbing the elder's aching cock. He doesn't do much to prepare more than spread the slick precum along Jimin's length before guiding the swollen tip to his ass, stopping when he slowly sinks down on it until just the head slips in, drawing a hot gasp to push past his lips.

"Do not move." Jungkook whispers, kissing down the blonde's jaw to his neck, taking a few deep breaths as he sinks down further until Jimin's entire length is buried inside. Kook stays still for merely seconds, not allowing himself to adjust properly before he heaves himself up halfway, only to fall back down. The sound of his plump ass flattening against Jimin's thighs mixes in with the quiet grunts in pain and pleasure coming from him. It isn't his favorite thing to do-- preferably on the giving end, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy feeling Jimin writhe beneath him in various ways. Supposedly, Jungkook remains on the giving end, whether it's his cock or his ass that is the gift.

"Mmh, 's tight... Right?" He settles his hands on Jimin's chest, tilting his head to the side as he sits up straight to watch the man below from his higher view. His hips show less mercy as he gets used to it, finding a slow rhythm, "And your cock isn't even that big..." he shakes his head, feeling the heat on his cheeks in the form of a lustful blush when he finds an angle that brushes his prostate, grinding his ass down to chase that feeling over and over. "Just shows how much of a cockwhore you are for being able to take one as big as mine, ah shit.."

Jimin's sweaty palms clamor over Jungkook's back and move down to grip him hard at the hips. His eyes roll to the back of his head as his small body is engulfed by lean muscle and a hot grip around his cock. "Kookie, you--" This is the last thing he expected to happen--watching helplessly and breathing labored breaths as Jungkook's taut rim rides him rough. The sensation is more than expected, and much more than he remembers. "I can't, baby, it's too...much--fuck--" Nails pierce slicked skin as Jimin thrusts up to chase the hot clenching hole. Each time Jungkook pulls up, he whimpers at the loss and uses his wavering strength to pull him back down with an audible smack. The weight of the photographer is much more than he can bear, but he digs his heel into the ground to hold what little balance he has left, so hard he's sure the pin-point could snap at any moment. "So tight...around my cock...hahhh." Jimin's breaths grow weaker and thinner, gradually winded from the smack, smacking against his reddened thighs. "I--I--" He bites onto Jungkook's arm to hold steady, watching the room wobble in his peripherals. "Might c-cum in--gah!"

"Hah... I t-told you not to move." Jungkook's shaky, strained voice came out as a hiss between breathy gasps every time his ass collided with Jimin's firm thighs. Jimin's series of disobedient actions didn't bother Jungkook as much as they normally would, as this is a special occasion after all-- especially when he willingly put himself in a faux submissive state just to allow Jimin to indulge in a different way for the night. "Now you'll have to deal w-with, iiit-- fuck.." He clenches Jimin's hard cock tight when the latter bites onto his arm, the rush of the pain making him fuck himself rougher on top of the model. "Now you started it, so fuck me harde-er! Don't stop.." Jungkook growls lowly, shamelessly moaning and watching his own cock rub and drool against Jimin's stomach. With one hand firmly on Jimin's chest, the other smoothes up his neck to wrap around it, applying just enough pressure to put his lover in a deeper haze, ensuring that although he's not sure whether or not he's allowed to cum inside, he will have no other choice but to do so-- Jungkook wants him to lose any self control, and fill him up with shame and fear in his eyes of doing something he wasn't permitted to.

The straps of Jimin's bralette slaps off his shoulders once again, the small cups of it sliding around his chest the more his bouncing partner rubs against it. The momentum and chafe of the fabric teases his sensitive buds and makes them stiff, red, and swollen. So he lets the rest of the fabric fall down his body until his chest is bare, dewy with sweat. "Yes--hah ahh...s-sir." His own confirmation tapers to a pathetic whine as his breath weakens. Jungkook's grasp pins him by the neck, into the chair. The only freedom he's granted is the weak thrust of his hips to fuck the younger man from below, which he does to the best of his ability, growing weaker by the second. He won't stop, even if it means he blacks out from exertion, which feels closer than he likes to admit. Jimin pants heavily and digs in his fingertips. "I'll fill up this p-pretty hole." He speaks with delirious lust lacing his tone, just the way he would want to hear it. "Is that what you want, baby? Fuck, you're so t-tight--ahh! Can't wait..."

Jungkook leans in closer, slowing down his harsh thrusts only to replace them with slow, deep grinding. He licks his bloody lower lip, nodding while staring down at Jimin's heavy, zoned out gaze. He's losing it completely, and yet he tries too hard to please and do as told, and it warms the photographer's heart-- and it makes his cock leak profusely with the immense need to cum. So, therefore, he needs Jimin to break so he can finally give back what he's been holding for what feels like hours. "Yeah, fill me up well baby. Cum in me as deep as you possibly fuckin' can." The younger says with his low, lustful tone, still keeping his hold on Jimin's throat without loosening or tightening it. He inches closer to kiss his face, hot breaths huffing to warm his lover's skin with every grunt and moan that leaves his lips when he feels Jimin's hard cock prodding at his prostate with every fluid motion of his hips. "Cum," Jungkook repeats, deliberately clenching down on Jimin's cock, licking his cheek possessively, "Claim me with your filthy cum."

"Anything you want--ah!" Jimin's eyes screw shut as he rocks his thrusts up into Jungkook's wanting hole. "Feel my cock dragging in and out? Feel how n-needy I am to spill every fucking drop inside you?" His mind truly turns to mush, like a fever dream, losing any semblance of here and now. Only indulging in the very millisecond in which his body trembles to feel everything, all at once. "It's all for you, baby." He pontificates his oath with a harsh thrust from below, scraping his nails until the tender flesh of Jungkook's sides, drawing blood in his wake. "Fuck my cock...bounce on i-it...gahh!" The model becomes a shell of himself, as if he's boneless, thrusting his release in labored spurts, into his young love. "Moan for me, Kookie. Tear at this expensive lingerie and tell me I'm the prettiest man that's ever fucked you raw."

Jimin’s sudden and harsh words takes Jungkook by surprise— he expected the elder to fall apart one way of the other when he came inside, but what he didn’t expect was the spark of dominance that laced his voice and transferred to the way he clawed at the youngers skin. “F-fuck, ah— ow, mmhm...” Jungkook bites back his moans, to no avail when his sides are tortured by the models sharp nails, unable to hold back his pathetic whines when he feels his insides become filled with filthy, thick gushes of warm cum. “God, Jimin— J-Jimin, it hurts...” He gasps, letting himself and allowing a glimpse of actual submission to shine through his shivering body. His hands don’t know where to be, so he does as told and grabs the bralette in his fist and tugs, using his strength that’s spurred by pain to rip it off his lovers chest, while the other hand keeps him steady by grasping into the backrest of the chair. “Shit, I didn’t know you could say such things... that’s so hot, baby.” Jungkook huffs when he gathers himself slowly, unmoving while Jimin’s cock pulsates inside of him. He sighs and whines from the painful stretch of taking it without preparation, overestimating himself and yet relishing in the uncomfortable feeling. Jungkook glanced down at his bloody waist when he lifts himself from Jimin’s lap to let the latters length slip out, a splurt of cum seeping out with it. He hums in both delight and disgust, not used to the feeling of being on the receiving end..

“You did well baby.” Jungkook reaches behind him, catching a generous amount of Jimin’s cum to coat two of his fingers before bringing it to his mouth, licking it clean for the elder to see. The coy mischief returns to his gaze, leaning close to press his swollen length against Jimin’s stomach to let him know playtime’s far from over. “My turn. You good?” He places a kiss on Jimin’s scorching lips. “I can fuck you harder than that. Show you how it’s done..”

The photographer's proposition snaps Jimin back into the moment--eyes wide and dark, needing to feel exactly what he's inadvertently promised. As if the mere mention of fucking his needy hole is enough to make the blonde bend in any which way necessary to prove Jungkook's point. "Prove it," Jimin goads, unaware of the power that laces his tone. "I'm tired of being your porcelain doll...make me your filthy whore." The model wriggles from underneath the photographer until he's free from his caging clutch. Once he's able to maneuver solo, he flips himself over and juts out his plump ass, resting his ruddy cheek against the upholstery of the chair.

“Huh... maybe I spoiled you too much.” Jungkook drinks in the view below, standing up on his feet to properly watch the way Jimin arches his back to offer his body willingly— or rather, demanding his body be used like a disposable toy. A shiver ran down his spine as he replayed Jimin’s words over and over. A challenge, that he knows the model is aware that he can beat without even thinking. He must be so lonely, that the mere thought of having his unused hole filled drives him mad with need, and the temporary dominance got to his head. Kook likes it, the power in Jimin’s voice that is so rare when they’re alone.. but more than present when he is working. It’s like he brought home his persona of professionalism, and now Jungkook would get to corrupt this mask as well.

“I’ll make my pretty doll into the filthiest and prettiest of whores. I’m sure of it.” He murmurs while he reaches behind him to slowly drag his fingers in and out of himself, gathering the remainder of Jimin’s release onto his digits. He spreads his lover's cheek to get a good look of his tight rim, pink and unused like a virgin anew. Kook licks his lip, feeling the hardened texture of the dried cut on the skin. He brings his slicked fingers to Jimin’s ass, giving him little to no warnings before slipping his two digits inside, knuckle deep. “I’m just giving it back. It came from your filthy, whorish body.. but you don’t mind. This is where cum really belongs.” He says, loving the sound of his own voice a bit too much. He loves the way Jimin’s hole clamps down on his fingers as he speaks, and the way his hole becomes wet and slick, coating his fingers more and more with his juices with every in and out drag. He curls the pads of his fingers slightly, finding that one spot that he knows drives Jimin mad— especially if the abuser of it is his hefty cock.

"Mm--g-god. Please, yes." The model looks over his shoulder to provoke Jungkook to give him more. This is just the way it needs to be to provoke--to find that spot again, plumping up his full lips with a whiny pout. "Put my cum where it belongs, please, baby." Jimin presses his hips back to match the thrusts, wrenching his eyes shut to chase the high, feeling even hotter knowing the reason his tender hole is stretched so easily is because of his own cum. He rides Jungkook's fingers, nipping his lip and beckoning him closer with small kisses, placed anywhere he can reach. Through it all, he makes sure his back remains arched so his glistening pink entrance is visible. He knows how his partner salivates at the clear sight of his fingers disappearing and reappearing, hugged by his tightening rim, hearing how needy his butterfly is for his touch. "Finger out every bit and put it inside." The messy tear-streaked blonde spreads his legs wider on the chair, leaving as much room as possible for Jungkook to fit. "T-then fuck me full of more."

"I would've asked you to beg for it, but you're already so good at that.. You really are perfect." Jungkook makes his point with a particularly deep thrust with his double digits, twisting and scissoring to ensure that his lover is comfortably gonna be able to take something much bigger than his mere fingers. "Looks like your cum is the perfect lubricant, just feel how easily I got your pretty ass gaping for cock." Jungkook groans audibly to show how much he likes the view when he withdraws his slick fingers, wiping them clean on Jimin's clothed thigh, staining it with cum. "Can't wait for you to see it how I see it. It's so hot, so cute." He adds, spreading Jimin's cheeks with his thumbs before tugging at his hips, bringing him closer to let his heavy cock rest between, gathering the slick. He slowly drags his length up and down, prodding tastefully at Jimin's eager entrance before finally giving in, sinking the swollen head of his cock inside, followed with a quiet gasp from the photographer.

"Shit, even after all of this, you're still so tight..." Jungkook digs his nails into Jimin's hips, grabbing a fistful of the thong into his hands to tug him down to take more of his length inside, pushing past the thickest part of his girth. He watches the way the elder's pink rim is stretched past it's limit and then some, the sweet pink slowly morphing into a blushed red. "Your body drives me mad, baby. Almost lookin' like a woman with these on." He crumples the material in his hand, tightening the fabrics so that it presses against Jimin's spent cock. He gives an experimental thrust forward, and decides to give little time to adjust before he begins to roll his hips forward, slowly but steadily. He will break his butterfly, and making him cum a second time would be the perfect reward.

Pressure builds rapidly in Jimin's abdomen, causing his muscles to twitch and spasm. His walls clench down on Jungkook as he presses in deep, practically forcing his way in, claiming the space he's worked hard to make. Jimin can still feel the phantom stretch of the photographer's fingers as it's quickly replaced with thick, vascular cock. It's almost painful, which is a new sensation for the willing blonde. He's always made sure to breathe through it all, relax his body and mentally prepare for how rough Jungkook may or may not like it at that moment. It's a roll of the dice, and today, anything is possible.

The tight weave of red lace chafes against the model's fair skin as Jungkook thrusts pick up in pace, threatening to tear if tested enough. As much as Jimin loves the feeling of being as pretty as a girl, he doesn't blink an eye when the remaining heel falls to the floor. "S-slower...just...y-yeah, that's--" Jimin's words break into confused pleas, easing into the scene, calming his body enough to receive his partner, inch by inch. "You feel bigger today, Kookie," he gasps, rubbing his cheek into the upholstery of the chair's back and sullying it with his salty tears. He chokes on a quiet sob and presses his hips back to meet a new thrust, "I almost can't t-take it."

"Fuuuuck, say that again." Jungkook growls through his lustful, breathy words. He snaps his hips forward, rougher and buries his cock deeply to be as close as physically possible to his pretty lover. The photographer adores Jimin's choked words, and rarely does anything beat when he cries in pain due to the mere size of his thick length claiming it's space in the model's slick flesh. "Does it hurt?" He says with a noticeable grin that transfers to the tone of his voice. He grinds his hips forward while staying inside, ensuring the jeweled head of his cock is lodged deep inside, throbbing in excitement every time he feels Jimin clench around him with every audible sob. He drags out the moment, using the blonde to warm his cock properly, still grinding deeply inside. His hands greedily roam up and down Jimin's slender back, tracing his fingers on one of his favorite hidden features of his model-- the prominent, yet delicate line where his spine lies beneath his fair skin, moving prettily with every writhing movement of his torso.

"You know how much I love it when you endure pain for me.." He sighs, smoothing his tattooed hands down his lover's thin waist until they settle on his lower back, pushing down to force a stronger arch. "Feel that baby?" Jungkook licks his lips at the sight, intentionally flexing his cock inside to make a point of how impossibly hard he is, rocking his hips back and forth lightly to create the start of a momentum. "I said," He drags his length out further with every stroke, only to plunge it back in harder and harder, "Do you," And harder, "Feel that?"

"Yes...yes, fuck!" Jimin's cries are cut short by the heady penetration. The jolts burn his cheek against the chair, but not enough to distract from the sting of his abused hole.

Sounds of slapping skin rings in the model's ears--the force of Jungkook's pelvis colliding with his plump ass, deafening. "You--You're so big, I--" Jimin presses his ass back into the next deliberate thrust and swallows a yelp, morphing it into a sharp whine. He's incredibly tender from cumming already, full to burst once again. Only this time, there's more pressure built inside, like every ounce of fluid he could possibly possess is begging to be let free. "You'll make me cum too sooon." Jimin wriggles and writhes, but only for a bit, internally reminding himself to be good. Be a good boy for his Kookie. Stay still. Keep calm. Hands lay flat on the blonde's back, littered with faint marks of possession from months before. They scarred as a reminder, marking Jimin, helping him realize his one true place in life is right where he is in this moment--beneath Jeon Jungkook, moaning, whimpering, begging for pain and receiving adoring love and devotion in return. "More," he echos, softly at first, "Harder, fuck me h-harder..."

"You're whining so prettily, baby." Jungkook praises, getting a proper grip of the model's hips to use the strength in his arms to aid the pathetic attempts of Jimin trying to meet his thrusts. The harsh slapping of their skin coming together grows louder when he picks up the pace, indulging hungrily in the elder's hot, tight, insides over and over with his cock. He wishes so badly that he could stay like this forever and repeatedly claim Jimin's body and make him lose his mind. "Asking for more, when your frail body shakes so... Fuck, it only makes me want to hurt you more." He groans when a particularly rough thrust causes Jimin to clench down, his petite body jolting and his muscles quivering while struggling to stay in position-- trying his absolute best to be good. Jungkook's hunger for more grows, and with it, he fucks Jimin harder, digging his fingers into his slim hips to keep him in place, pulling him back on his cock when he's momentarily jolting forward with every forceful thrust. "Remember what I told you earlier? How I want you to scream so loud you cannot make a sound..." The photographer glances over at the camera, knowing it gets a full proper view of Jimin's face pressing against the chair while he can't see it as well from his perspective. He wonders what kind of expressions he's making right now..

He knows he'll be able to rewatch the content later, but he wants to see more..

Jungkook leans forward a bit, still fucking Jimin, heavy audible breaths of his hard labor pushing past his lips while he reaches around Jimin's small torso, lifting him on his knees. He hugs him close, pressing his muscular chest against Jimin's smaller frame, stomach perfectly melting together with the slender slope of Jimin's back. "Maybe I do prefer it if you scream loudly, though..." He buries his nose in Jimin's neck, kissing and biting his tender skin, one hand on his waist and the other smoothing up his stomach until he settles on his chest. The calloused pads of his fingers finds Jimin's nipple, reddened and sensitive due to the previous friction from the lace, making it real easy for him to find the reactions he's looking for when he pinches it hard between his fingers. His hips never cease to fuck generously, adamant to overwhelm every sense in the elder's pretty body.

With each filthy remark from Jungkook, Jimin yelps pleas of encouragement. The rough pinch simply drags it out of him, quick and loud. "M-more...harder! ...just like tha-aaat, shit..." He doesn't need guidance to say what comes next, meaning it with every short breath in his body-- "I'm a failure," he squeaks, "Cumming inside you so quickly, it's just--ahh!" You just f-felt so tight...and it's been so long, I..." Jimin grasps the hand that balances his flat chest and draws it up to grip tight around his neck, helping to push him over the edge--so close, it's almost alarming. Jimin squeaks, "...I'm gonna cum again. Fuck, I might...I don't know...I..." He loses his train of thought, not that there was much of one to begin with. Sobbing of praise and self depreciation are all his muddled mind can compute when he's fucked this well--now adjusted to his lover's large swollen length. "You fuck me too good...much better than I fucked you, I'm so s-sorr--mmmf--AH!"

Jungkook's pierced tip glides against his prostate, rubbing him raw, making his eyes flutter and skin tingle with the peak of his high. This is new. It's not normal. The gradual sensation he longs to feel is much more urgent, nearly bulging his abdomen to let free. "Wait, wait!" His small hand taps on Jungkook's arm to release him, struggling to pull away. His muscles spasm in a quick alert, and he knows all too well what's about to come next. "It's too much, I'll--" Before Jimin can finish his sentence, hot spurts of urine stream down his thighs and soak the chair he straddles. The second it starts to trickle out of his exhausted body, he can't stop it. Thrust after punishing thrust, spurts are fucked out of his shaking form until he's putty in the younger man's arms, quivering out what must be a form of orgasm. His cock pulses as his prostate continues to be abused, and all he can do is cry and whimper from embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry--hic. Kookie, I couldn't s-stop--hic"

"Are you embarrassed?" He smiles, "Can't even hold it in when getting fucked." Jungkook peeks over Jimin's shoulder to watch his smaller lover's body quiver and squirm, unable to hold in anything when the younger fucks it out of him without mercy. "Always love to make a mess, do you? Then acts so innocent.." He teases, hugging Jimin closer while he squeezes the blonde's throat tighter, leaning his delicate back against his muscular chest to allow Jimin to feel some leverage. He slows down the grinding of his hips when he's fucked out every single drop possible from the model's cock, just pathetically red and throbbing.

"I still didn't cum..." Jungkook sighs, stopping his movements. He keeps himself buried deep, the grip on Jimin's throat moving to his chin to guide their lips to meet in a messy, drooly kiss. He delicately pulls back to crook an eyebrow, internally beaming with pride at how utterly fucked out Jimin looks. "Move onto your back, lay in your own filth." He suddenly commands, letting go of the elder's weak body to let it fall limp onto the chair, letting his length slip out of his stretched gape. Impatient, he's already aiding him when he notices the light struggle and quivering muscles from oversensitivity-- grabbing his hips to help him to flip on his back.

"Humph." Jimin's hiccups weaken once he's on his back, sinking into the tepid pool of urine that seeps out of the cushion. He stares up at the younger man with saucer eyes--adoring stars swirling in his gaze, slowly coming down from his orgasm. The apples of his cheeks blush an endearing shade of pink, even more as the moisture spreads across his back. It's an ever-present reminder of the mess he made, all over Jungkook's studio chair--the one he sits on to do his work, and the one he reclines in to watch Jimin pose during their private shoots.

"It's wet," the model whines, wriggling to find a comfortable spot on the chair. His nose crinkles at the audible squish the fabric makes when he adjusts his posture, saturated in him, possibly ruined and unusable. His blush dissipates just a bit, because this is the state Jungkook longed to see him in. Perhaps the visual of an alluring male model in feminine lingerie was what intrigued the talented photographer. But, just like the mirrored room, everything must come crashing down until only he can build it back up in just the way he likes.

Jimin loops his arms under his knees and exposes his tender hole to his partner, offering himself as a toy to be played with. "Do you like this, Kookie?" He pulls back a bit more, earning a wet squish from the cushion below. "Seeing your butterfly, like this..."

“Good boy." Jungkook praises, nodding in approval while a long, slow swipe of his tongue coats his lips in the glossy shine of his spit. His predatory stare darkens at the mess he's created-- the vision he's been craving finally coming to life. "I love it, you're perfect." The aching, swell sensation of blood pumping through his body is prominent in his cock as he gives himself a few tempting strokes, placing one knee on the edge of the wet cushion and the other keeping leverage on the floor while caging Jimin's body beneath him. He lines up the thick, jeweled head of his cock with the model's gaping entrance with one hand, placing his other palm on Jimin's thigh to dig his fingers into the soft flesh, aiding him in holding his legs back.

"You've done so well tonight, baby.. There's no better look for you than this.. My spoiled, expensive doll.." Jungkook's dark eyes squint as he smiles softly, a contrast compared to the way he drives his hips forward to bury his cock deep once more, welcomed by the stretched, slick flesh that hugs him tightly in the form of muscle clenches. Even when spent, Jimin does what he can to please. "My messy whore." He quickly builds up the momentum, using the full potential of every silky inch of his rigid length as he drags it in and out, harder and harder, until Jimin's petite body once more begins to jolt upwards with each and every powerful thrust. "S-shit, I love your body, I can't get enough of you like this." Jungkook spits out between grunts, thriving in the wet sounds of his cock plunging into the model, along with the squishes of his small body forcibly rubbing against the wet chair.

The photographer grits his teeth, chest heaving with every shallow breath and muscles flexing to fuck into him harder, harder to release every bit of primal desire to use Jimin to chase his impending high. "G-gonna cum soon," Jungkook's hazy eyes never waver from Jimin's face, watching it distort into his favorite expressions, a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Want me to cover your pretty face with it?"

Jimin doesn't have the power to speak, lost in the trance of Jungkook's cock railing into him at a powerful rate. His aching ring of nerves pulsates with sensitivity, so sore and spent that any words spilling from his rouge bitten lips would be desperate pleas to slow down. Positively not an option. It's their anniversary. Today is a special day--the most monumental day in Jimin's life to date, above any major career move or step in the spotlight. A year ago he may have placed himself before the pleasurable and painful touch of the photographer's hands on his flesh, but that part of himself has been far from erased. Now, in this studio, in their little private world, Jimin naturally folds at the simplest suggestion from the young visionary.

"Cum on my face, baby," he whimpers, holding his knees to his chest for stability. He nods rapidly to confirm, it's exactly what he wants. "Paint your whore--fuck. Cover me in you, I n-need it...all over my skin. Record it, up close. Please, pleasee." His voice squeaks, caught off guard by how badly he truly wants this. More than anything, he knows how beautiful the final scene will look--him, covered in tacky red sinful lace, sticking to his small body with cum, sweat, and spit. Smeared with lipstick. Prettied up and ruined for one man only.

Jimin knows exactly what the photographer wants to hear, and it's obvious by the way Jungkook's eyebrows furrow in concentration, gaze burning into the vision beneath him.

"I love it when you beg like that." Jungkook praises yet again, giving the model another punishing thrust before pulling out, leaving the gaping, needy hole empty for tonight. Normally, he would never pass on an opportunity to stuff Jimin full of his cum-- but tonight, his vision took the top priority over any carnal instincts. He had this vision in mind for forever, and it is finally becoming his reality.

"Look at me." Jungkook commands while taking a step back, tugging at Jimin's bicep to pull his spent body to slide down to the floor on his knees in front of him. He hooks the pad of his finger underneath the blonde's chin, tilting his head back to look up. His other hand works his slick length quickly and roughly, ready to burst at any given moment-- he's held it so well, and he knows he will cover his doll's perfect face with everything he's got. It'll be the ultimate visual of his fantasies; Jimin, the picture perfect man in shambles, ruined makeup and covered in various body fluids willingly, merely to serve and keep the photographer satisfied and happy. Maybe even excited for the rewards that come with compliance. "Pretty... So pretty, and all mine, hahh.." Jungkook hisses through labored breaths, clammy chest heaving as he looks down at Jimin's lips, rubbing the jeweled tip of his cock against them, stroking his cock purposefully to make a show out of the way his tattooed hand effortlessly glides thanks to every little ounce of slick fluids his lover provided. "Keep looking at m-me...fuck, I'm gonna--gah, cum." He moans louder to let Jimin know how much he's enjoying this, and the visual from both their perspectives must be otherworldly. Both men are utterly devoted and obsessed with the other.

Just as Jungkook's hip move to fuck into his hand, they stutter when his orgasm hurls over the edge without much of a warning. A drawn out, deep groan rumbles from the back of his throat, and it feels like his eyes would roll to the back of his head if he didn't intentionally keep himself so focused on watching the way thick, hot ropes of cum began to paint the model's delicate features one by one. His hand squeezes his cock, thighs tensing and relaxing between every twitching throb of his orgasm. He spits curses and praise, moans and whines, not stopping until he's made sure Jimin's skin is an entire mess, glazed with his release.

Silken droplets of pearly cum slip down Jimin's cheek and tickle the pert pout of his lips. Slowly, he licks away what he can, peeking open an eye and giving a longing look of devotion. The salty release tingles on the tip of his tongue, which he savors with a low hum. He doesn't need to ask to know how much the photographer enjoys this sight. He knows that from this angle, he's a masterpiece, commemorating a year of servitude in the most filthy way imaginable. The low glow of the recording camera reminds him of his duty, to show off his final look--a far departure from the stunning, sinful vision he admired in the mirror. Heels are scattered on the floor, stained with a light streak of blood. Stockings are torn ragged, and bralette is askew and hanging loose. With no way of truly knowing, Jimin assumes he must look a complete and utter wreck. Still, remnants of lipstick stain him in misplaced splotches, smearing down his lips and onto his chin. The ruddy makeup appears to be even brighter and remarkable under the luminous sheen of cum that slips off his chiseled jaw. Jimin lifts to his knees and palms at Jungkook's thighs to draw him closer. "Come here."

Jungkook mindlessly follows Jimin's quiet order, stepping closer before dropping to his knees in front of him, meeting his hazy eyes on face level. He can't do anything but admire his work as if in a blurry trance, and the boiling adoration in his gaze is evident.

"I'm here, baby." He says quietly, glancing over at the camera. He had gotten his shot, the visuals of everything he'd been hungering for now captured in an eternal digital memory. A sense of pride and content fills his chest as he looks back at Jimin, reaching out to swipe his thumbs underneath his makeup smeared eyes. He takes another longing moment to just look, slowly inching closer until he finds the model's pillowy lips with his own. He kisses him gently once, twice before pulling back.

"You did amazing. I got the perfect shot, and you looked so gorgeous." He rubs Jimin's bruised neck slowly, examining the purple and red marks, "Did you enjoy it a lot? I had this planned for a while.. And it came out even better than I anticipated.."

The blonde closes the distance again to kiss Jungkook tenderly. A shaky hand cups the photographer's face while the other mindlessly holds him at the waist for balance. The room shifts subtly, and Jimin breathes into the motion, tilting his head to follow the natural part of their mouths moving as one.

"Mhm," he hums again, indulging in the comfort and warmth of Jungkook's touch. He needs it after, always, to feel like a precious doll again. Like clockwork, they come together into a slow comedown, feeling their united heartbeat as the tips of their fingers brush against damp skin. "Happy anniversary," Jimin smiles into a sweet and short kiss. The tentative hold on his neck draws the model in more and he allows the younger man to indulge in his creation. He allows it until the warm ropes of cum begin to tack to the round apples of his cheeks, and the slight discomfort of his muscles begin to set in.

"So sticky and wet now, Kookie. Just how you like," Jimin smirks, pleased he could once again fulfill his love's vision. "I may need some help getting out of this though." Jimin hints at the soaked, ruined lingerie that still clings to his torso.

"I'm so happy. Thank you for taking me so well, baby." Jungkook places one last rewarding kiss on Jimin's sticky cheek before he gets up on his feet, bringing his lover up with him to lift him up into his strong arms. He holds him close, walking over to the camera to turn the recording off and heads towards the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed, I have another surprise for you." He smiles through his statement, placing Jimin on the toilet seat to wait while he draws a hot bath. He turns to Jimin, reaching behind his torso to unclasp the bralette and discard it on the floor, then resumes to tug at the panties to get them off. Every action of his is tender now, the aftercare more than important to ensure that Jimin is properly rewarded for doing so well and taking every rougher part of him-- so he deserves the affection as well. "Come." He coaxes lowly, undressing properly as well until the tub is filled, and takes Jimin's hand in his to guide him into the water, seating them with Jimin's small frame practically in his lap. A soft sigh pushes past his lips from the relaxing warmth surrounding them. "Wash your face off first, don't want your eyes to get irritated."

Jimin cups the warm bathwater in his hands and stares at the faint shadow of his face cast over it. He pauses a moment, adjusting to the comfort of being supported from behind--feeling small and cared for, then brings the water up to cleanse. The warmth soothes over his soft skin, and after only one splash, he can feel the layers of grime shluff off. His palms tinge a faint red. Lipstick rubs away, followed by other various bodily fluids, some of which need a couple passes before it is completely removed. The work to remove it only makes Jimin appreciate the work Jungkook put into planning such an unexpected night.

"I never get tired of this," Jimin coos, bring another palmful of water up to wash over his face, "Taking baths together...it's one of my favorite things." Baths--such a normal and almost childlike experience. It's something that brings the small model pleasant ripples of nostalgia, like it was only yesterday they first shared the simple experience of cleaning one another. It's centering, to wash away the filth of the day and watch it slide down the drain until it's gone completely. Jimin reclines into the tender embrace of his love and allows him to rub soapy water over his body, moaning gently the cleaner he feels.

"One year," the blonde sighs, closing his eyes, "What would I have done if I never met you?" He tilts his neck to get a good look at the younger man. "Life would be so...boring."

"Indeed." Jungkook agrees, the toothy grin on his face just as childish and endearing as when they first met eye to eye in his studio. He looks back at Jimin with just as much-- if not more admiration swirling in his doe eyes. He cranes his neck to kiss the elder's forehead, gentle hands smoothing over his petite body to rub off tonight's events. "But it was fate." He adds, hands moving up to comb his fingers through the blonde curls after adding his familiar shampoo into his palms, massaging his tender scalp with the comfort of his scent.

"Sooner or later, we would've found each other." A moment of silence follows, all that is heard is Jungkook cleaning Jimin's hair while the latter basks in the aftercare.. until he speaks again. Whether Jimin heard it or not, remains a mystery.

"I would've made sure of it."

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