#need to go balls deep in that boy rn

[peach-perfumez]

i dont think you guys understand how much i need engineer tf2s vagina and dick

[uarmygguk]

BACK TO YOU

ıllı . . . . . TWIRL ME TWICE — i'll treat you like a holiday and don't say you're over me baby, it's too late ⨾༊

brief, you always seem to go back to him, what about now? starring, drummer!jk x rich f!reader tags/warnings, smut. mdni. dry humping, dirty talk, cursing, oral (m) receiving, slight degradation(?) not pronounced, oc is an entitled rich girl, and jungkook falls for her antics basically, but don't get it wrong— he craves it. usage of drums during intimate moments (he's a drummer and he's jungkook so cut me some slack HAHHA) nicknames, pov shifts (clearly mentioned), emotional push and pull, kind of slow burn, characters are messy in their own ways but everything ties together— if something is unclear, send me an ask/comment !, angst (sorry babies). word count, 6.7k love diaries music rec, "if you lie down with me" — lana del ray, "heartbreak warfare" — john mayer, the party & the after party — the weeknd note, this started as an idea from js a simple thought of mine, can't spoil rn cuz what's the fun in that,, loved writing this because i accidentally js spewed all my need for a slow burn BUT not so slow (iykyk) in here. i edited this so many times its not even funny how i hyperfixated. did i mention how obsessed i am with drummer!jk? yeah that's it.

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“1,2,3.. stop!” the man, in his mid-twenties and ginger hair, which is the only color he stuck to for about 4 months straight now, practically yells into his mic.

“Jungkook you actually have to lock in, mate. This is not doing you any good, y’know.”

“You can clearly see I’m fucking trying, Jimin. I told you I needed to step out like right now, we’ve been at this for hours.” 

Jeon Jungkook. Lead drummer, easily a handsome lad who could be mistaken for a very successful celebrity. He’s got that aura, the charm to waddle into the hearts of numerous girls and guys alike, just like he does at those tiny desk concerts— the original miniature set-ups with a lot of sweaty bodies and headbanging. 

The raw stuff. Pure music. Flatlining passion.

“ ‘kay just go take a drag or something, but remember, return back by 7. Or I’m actually going to go hunt for someone else with no hard feelings.” Jimin passes on a complacent grin to which Jungkook rolls his eyes, he knows the latter cannot evade the decade long friendship they shared, nonetheless.

Jungkook walks over to the wooden door of the cramped studio where the duo was practicing, and since this very day consisted of rumbled musings and adjusting tones of the new release because the other members of “Seom” haven’t shown up and Jimin could only get hold of his dear brother to pour sweat into the new album along with him.

“Seom”— island in Korean, grounded the boys to their Southern roots, and tied them to the strings of reverberating music, just like how water expands and ripples around an island. It was mostly Jimin’s idea, to which Jungkook agreed immediately as he wanted their essence to be a part of this whole game. 

Ping.

Classic notification beep. The message is far from the “class”, however.

[shortcake] 5.57pm fuck you.

Oh he wishes. Start of the day so hellish all he wanted to do was be balls deep inside you. 

He shifts, leaning against the tattered door frame, locking his phone, shutting out the cascade of profanities filling up in your chat. The blob of silence that followed seemed to dissolve into thin air as a puff of smoke hindered his obscure view of people bustling about through the narrow alley.

Utter contrast to where he met you for the first time.

Back to : 6 months ago.

Jungkook wisely controlled the awe-filled sounds that threatened to leave his mouth, while Jimin and Hyunjin on the other hand, straight up wow-ed at the dazzle of golden chandeliers, polite service of umpteen number of waiters and waitresses catering to every other person, cold air that refreshed the scorching heat outside this magnificent yacht as soon as their lot entered the foyer.

“We’re looking for Conference Room 3” Jungkook referred to his emails before making a request at the reception, tapping his fingers on the crafted marble desk and adjusting the instruments on his shoulders.

In the meantime he luckily notices Hyunjin slide to the left, initiating loose talk with the other receptionist, thus pulling him by the collar to the latter’s unpleasant surprise.

“I was just shootin a shot, okay?” His lack of understanding was not the mood, especially for today.

They must remain composed and professional until the band’s first official performance for a crowd with more than a 100 people came to a successful end.

There was barely time for aimless flirting and fun. This was the foremost opportunity to grab a place and set the stone for Seom.

Hundred, however, is more than a few for a birthday party. But what more could be expected from a full-fledged family of chaebols. 

“We don’t have much time, but Kook, you need to brush up a few beats before the stage. I’ll go ahead with Hyun to get the set done by then.” Jimin unpacked his guitar set and signaled Hyunjin to follow him outside to the stage area.

Finally done setting up the drums and arranging the kit, Jungkook tests it for a few beats, before flipping through the music book for a brief second to make final touches.

Click.

The door unlocks and closes, assuming it’s Jimin and Hyunjin, he continues to maneuver the stick through the booming plates of the drum.

“Y’all back already? They set up the stage for us too or did something fancy?” He passes a casual joke, unbeknownst of the fact that you were on the receiving end.

“That was quite a faulty pun, Jungkook Jeon?”

You read off of the rear of his chair that had his name on it for identification.

Perched on a personalized chair paired with such a comment rolling out so smartly didn’t sound as cute to you.

His head whipped and almost cracked, turning around at the words that flowed so elegantly, as opposed to what he was expecting.

Hands folded against your chest, slightly bunching up the fabric of the baby pink satin body-con hugging your well-built figure, doing a bad job at leaving much to one’s imagination, especially with the thin straps as sleeves.

Composed. Professional. He reminded himself.

Having seen you during the meeting where Seom was selected to set sail and perform at your birthday bash, he deemed you as a handful when you chanted numerous details into your dad’s ears and when you disagreed with most of the proposals they had for the final track list. As mentioned, fancy was the alternate last name for the Choi family.

He could deal a handful.

Or so he thought.

The damn look in your eyes. It propelled him forward, leaving the wooden seat behind, walking towards you ever so slowly but steadily. 

“Careful, pink princess. Your dress boutta get messed up, don’t want those personal butlers to curse at you.” 

The corners of your lips twitch ever so testingly. As if a single smile could give it all away.

“Were you playing ‘Heartbreak Warfare’? Thought we finalized the track list accordingly.” 

You briefly look around the dingy room with dim lights and concrete walls, unpainted— fit to be a green room, he watches you closely.

Fairly enough, it was an embarrassing accident you wouldn’t admit. The yacht was genuinely too sophisticated and you lost your way to the ladies’ room.

Coincidentally, you hear your favourite song being played live on the drums from a nearby room titled “Staff Only.” No one could stop you from entering anywhere around on the yacht your dad booked for the big day. 21st birthday bash. And you knew you had everyone wrapped around a pinky.

With him, though? You don’t know.

Don’t know why a look at his face, seconds ago screamed “Not today.” 

His smirk yelling at your senses to keep your power to yourself.

And his unfiltered comment at the beginning? Perfect starter. 

You, nonetheless, took pride in your ability to bring what you craved for, at your fucking feet. Only, this one would take a lot more solo effort.

Consider it done because— goddamn was he a man. Sleeveless tank-top hugging his miniature waist ever so tightly, projecting whatever toned muscle that hid beneath, tattoos twirling around his left arm.

“Lined up our songs for princess’ birthday while she shares pretty strawberry cake with her friends.”

He leans on the backrest of the chair, with his name printed across a piece of white paper, tainting your eyes with dripping taunt.

“Can’t wait to hear it.” You spit, but surely you wanted to explore their band and music. 

“Would you give me some cake too, huh?” He slips the mockery in every fucking word with practiced ease, just like how he handles those drums.

“That doesn’t explain you playing ‘Heartbreak Warfare’.” You clawed at the previous question, ignoring the sly ask, genuinely curious as to why he chose that particular song minutes before an actual performance.

“Why, favorite?” He muses, flipping the book to a certain page yet again, positioning himself in front of the instrument.

“None of your business. Can you play it again?” Latter part of the sentence ever so feebly and hesitantly left your mouth as if it was tightly wound against your vocal chords, barely finding strength to be pushed out as a request. 

A wish. One that you don’t know— for the first time— would be granted. Having everything served on a platter from Day 1, this is a new deal for you. The doubt, the anticipation felt confusing to say the least. 

Seeing him steer through the papers and almost giving in to what you said, it seemed like a win.

Until it wasn’t.

“Afraid not, it’s my cue to be back on stage. That was my warmup song and I’m done.”

He sits forward, actions biting back on his words, as he looks least interested in hurrying to “be back on stage.”

“You’re literally performing for my party. It’s my crowd out there and they’d be forgiving if a drummer’s late.” Diving head first into this pointless banter was never on your agenda for today.

“Feeling entitled much?” He seemed calm, fidgeting around to pack up necessities.

“Says the one who’s owning that little wooden chair with his name on it like a throne.”

You were done. All restraints broke, a spiteful remark was nothing. None. Nada.

To your utter disbelief, it actually did nothing to him.

Jungkook finally got up from the damned chair, moving towards you and painfully looking into your eyes before gracing your ears with his raspy, raspy voice.

“Too bad, I do own my name. My own name. It’s my only throne.”

You weren’t stupid to miss the disdain laced stress on that particular word. Like he was throwing daggers at you. 

Tongue poking behind the smooth walls of your cheek, you watch him fucking leave.

His resistance to you was instantly delicious. 

Were you crazy for wanting him to be completely into you? Forget the back and forth and fall face first into the waters from a height to test your limits, when all you loved and have ever experienced was a cozy, elevating and classy cold plunge.

___

“Yeah, wine’ll do for today. You don’t wanna get too drunk.”

You nudge at Jessi, best friend, ride or die, whatever. Having known her since private kindergarten —the ones where a couple of selected children get tutored alone unlike the actual ones— she’s been a tad bit crazy, especially with alcohol and parties, as you grew up together.

“Why, you planning to get wasted and use me as your chauffeur because you can’t get your dad’s car sent?” She deadpanned, adjusting the MiuMiu purse that clung around perfectly on her honey skin.

“Spot on.” You squint your eyes at her, ridiculing, as you walk towards the venue.

“Look at herr!” Taehyung hoots in glee as you enter through the grand doors, starting a poor rendition of “It’s your birthday” as he pulls you by the hand, into the chaos.

Taehyung was the unavoidable guest at any party. He brings life with him, even if it mostly makes you question the invite.

“Guess what flavour of cake i got for your special dayy-“

Taehyung’s words blurred into the horizon as you were consumed by certain thoughts.

Kim Taehyung was no one distinct, just another man from your dad’s friends’ family who owned a bunch of inherited businesses like most of the people present in the party today.

Except the ones on stage.

The one, among them.

His name never left your mind, unusually so, because you don’t hold on.

Don’t build connections, never chain the beads of relationships with bare hands.

It always came with something.

But him?

A puzzling, faint secret.

Jeon Jungkook.

“Stop avoiding me just because I ordered strawberry shortcake, I wanted to give the new bakery a try too, now c’mon and clink clink bitch.” Tae was already tipsy and it was-

What did he just say?

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Kim fucking Taehyung. You literally took freedom for granted.” You shoot a sharp look at his red face, snapping back from the trance, but he just pouted in response.

“My bad I let you buy the damn cake, asshole.” You watch him pay no heed to you, going back to being an utmost social butterfly.

Everyone applause. 

Birthdays were not supposed to be this humiliating.

“Lined up our songs for princess’ birthday while she shares strawberry cake with her friends.”

You recall Jungkook’s words and everything and beyond you want right now would be the ability to sink into the fucking ground.

Courtesy : Kim Taehyung because he literally made way for Jungkook’s assumptions to come to life.

He didn’t have to be so lively, y’know.

“I need another cake there, in 5 minutes.” You whisper to Jessi, but she didn’t seem to notice, eyes glued to the train of texts being exchanged with her boyfriend.

___

21 wasn’t supposed to be as humbling.

The 20 somethings were to be full of cruises through picturesque islands and a possible girls’ trip if Jessi was into it. She’d be, but you wanted it to be a bit more relentless and intriguing. 

You wanted to explore.

Maybe your wish was granted— partly— earlier than you’d please.

“Seom” as you learnt from their introduction was nothing less than a fucking wave. One to explore. To indulge in, especially the lead drummer.

Even if you’d hesitate to admit, seeing Jungkook go all out on the drums, setting a bar so high and then hitting the lows before springing back up with just the taps of two sticks and a determined mind, he looked insane. 

Sweat clinged onto his forehead, wispy stray hair falling to the sides and god the tank top.

One that didn’t go unnoticed by you during the backstage shenanigans.

The music ends with thunderous applause from the audience, and you see Jungkook reach for the mic from Jimin, clearing his throat into it before speaking.

“We really enjoyed performing here today, but there’s a special ending note I’d like to play.” He signals for the others to exit the stage, claiming it alone with undeniable presence, blasting a beat into the speakers with those damn skilled fingers. 

He was playing the background score of “Heartbreak Warfare.” 

You weren’t exactly subtle with the reactions, eyes widening as the tune grew familiar.

“He’s so fucking good at this,” Taehyung slurred from behind. “But missing only one thing.”

“— a grammy nomination.” The man looked so proud of his witticism.

His luck, you were too engrossed in how Jungkook completed the rendition with absolute perfection, doing justice to every single nuance of your favorite song.

“Do we have any of the strawberry cake left?” Your unhinged doubt in the middle of the performance— consuming the premise, and people— makes Jessi chuckle from behind.

“Weren’t you the one who made me go place an order for another one? We literally cut the chocolate cake I had to run last minute for, and this boy is damn upset.” She points at Tae, who was mindlessly chugging another shot of his alcohol, looking farthest from upset. 

“___, we’re going to the dance floor now, c’mon” Taehyung started testing the material of your dress between his sloppy fingers, trying to grab your attention like a carefree kid.

“Can you ask them to send a piece over to Seom’s green room? Meet me at the dance floor after.” Running a hand through well-set hair, you look back again— eyes catching sight of his unrelenting drive towards music that almost topples you over on those fucking louboutins— before catching up with Taehyung’s jittery steps towards the party room next door.

Jessi was cent percent sure you were on to something.

Because, one piece of cake for 3— math wasn’t tallying up right.

And you taking personal interest to have it delivered?

Weird.

__

his pov.

The trio stands around the now droopy cold, untouched piece of sweet goodness dressed in baby pink icing, as if it was about to be convicted in court.

“Whoever sent it in, they could’ve packed three more.” Jimin sulks, as if more pieces somehow equals to finding whoever this anonymous confectioner is.

“But we’re only 3 people and one’s here already, dumbass.” Hyunjin analyses the situation as though satisfying their sweet tooth is the only problem here.

“An extra piece wouldn’t hurt you right?” 

The trial about a damn piece of strawberry shortcake ceased abruptly, hanging over the edge through Jimin’s harmless remark. 

However, someone in the room seems to have attained enlightenment— precisely not so— because he was praying, hoping to whatever higher power that it wouldn’t be what he thought it was.

The conclusion was inevitable.

“I’ll be back.” Lead drummer, guides his own way to the adjacent ballroom.

It wasn’t some sort of cinematic appearance— he didn’t enter in as the prince who aimed to claim his princess.

He was a walking mess. Like a literal strained bunch of bafflement.

At your fucking audacity. 

Like you were mocking his service. His team’s hard work.

There was no way to sugarcoat it.

You were being an asshole.

And just like a rifle zeroes in on its target, Jungkook’s gaze pinpoints yours among the sea of people. He moves further, a mild hurry outlining his steps through a bunch of sweaty bodies mixed with the expensive scent, lingering on, making it easier to distinguish the crowd as ones from high-end families.

He remains aware of the surroundings— the lap of luxury sprawled out and highlighted each speck of dust around— even in the air.

Nevertheless, that was gotten rid of.

His presence of mind packs a suitcase and makes a bolt out of its abode, as soon as your eyes meet his.

As if an urgent sense of victory ziplined through, he watches you slowly bite your lip, trying to hide a smile.

Not the one that looked like a perfect crescent moon, one that radiates joy, though. Yours was synonymous to that of a fucking Cheshire Cat on a mission.

“Knew you’d come.” Your red glossy lips mouth, and he caught it amongst all.

Jungkook was furious, but he was dissolving.

It was as if an imaginary string connected the both of your bodies, the pull growing stronger by the minute.

Slow and steady, wins the race.

But his libido takes over, avoiding all the speed bumps.

And then he realized. As if it wasn’t so obvious.

He wanted you.

However, you didn’t have to know that.

___

If it was the Jungkook 30 minutes ago —who fired up from backstage to ballroom in less than 2 strides to catch hold of the fucking menace of a woman for trying to deride his performance— he would’ve laughed at the face of anyone who tried to tell him, that he was holding that very woman by the waist in the middle of a dance.

Breath.

“Your heels are about to punch a hole in my feet.” He shifts you forward so swiftly with one hand on your waist, legs finally coming alive again after 2 minutes of torturous dancing.

“Tryna hold you together, if you fall apart. I can distinguish between a good dancer and a bad one, y’know.” 

“I’m gonna leave if you keep running that mouth of yours.” He whisper-yells into your ears, above the 165 bpm party music.

His jaw twitches at the reason he’s still anchored in the same spot.

Another request. One that took flight way easier than the previous one. Your pretty mouth asked for help.

“Don’t wanna look alone in my own party. Dance?” You had asked, peeking at his anger infused red eyes 30 minutes ago, through your angel-like lashes, which had him expressing distaste, but quickly securing him behind you.

Ass pressed up against his crotch, he knew you were testing his boundaries. He knew you were careful, measured, as your hands rhythmically made its way around his neck, adhering to the beat.

His hands still around the small of your back— unsure if it was to steady you or himself.

Minx.

His hands find solace in your swaying hips, pushing you forward, trying to maintain distance.

Because this was supposed to be a nice gesture. An act of goodwill so a girl won’t feel alone on her birthday.

Why the fuck was he sporting a semi?

“You’re enjoying this too much aren’t you, shortcake?” 

This time, he didn’t have to push you away.

You sprang off, akin to how the like-poles of magnets repel.

“The fuck did you just call me?” You had to yell, some of the drunk dancers sending weird glances.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? You pulled that act to-”

“Shut the fuck up.” You whisper, moving closer to his ears, dragging him out, swerving through to the common restroom.

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your pov.

“What’s all this, __?” The sudden silence echoes his deep voice throughout the entire place, making you dizzy at its amplification as opposed to the hushed noises coming from outside.

“Huh?” You pant a little, looking up at him yet again with those eyes.

He hoists you up, cold marble coming in contact with your supple, exposed thighs making you wince in the faintest voice.

“What do you think you’re doing, ___?”

His face is dangerously close. Breaths colliding.

“You played it for me, Jungkook.”

“What?”

“Thank you.”

“You’re kidding me, shortcake.”

He jerks back, hands placed on the table, caging you in them but it wasn’t enough.

Jungkook’s head falls next to your shoulder, barely touching as his eyes remain closed throughout.

“There’s nothing I’m joking about here, Jungkook.”

He slightly looks up, still hesitant to catch your eyes.

“I think the fuck yes. You’ve been diminishing my presence the entire night, and that whole cake situation felt embarrassing, __. In front of my fucking bandmates, I felt like nothing.”

His head falls again, as if some inner beast caught his breath, sighing.

“I don’t see a reason for that.” You shrug, in genuine confusion this time.

“Yeah you wouldn’t. Because I made the mistake of agreeing to perform here, when Jimin and Hyunjin clearly had no reason to.”

“Is it ‘cause you owe my dad?” A sly smirk creeps up into your lips, as Jungkook finds it in himself again to look at you.

“Do I have a fucking choice?”

“You should’ve thought before wandering into our territory, asking for help.” You swing your legs, still on top of the restroom table like you’re on some play-date, enjoying ice cream on a sunny Saturday.

“I needed it for survival. Seom was falling apart, and we really required that sum of money. And oh, you’re talking about Mr. Choi, the ever so generous man, huh? Your dad has put me through it even if I was a minute late to pay him back each month.”

“I can help.” 

You offer. Simple, cut through. It was always the simplest of suggestions that seemed like the end of the world.

“You? You’re holding on by a thread to your family, but except your thread— it’s made of money. Mine isn’t.”

“Bingo.”

Oh.

“Be with me for a month and I’ll help you relieve some stress. Know you need it. In return,”

You pause, meandering your vision to his, watching his expressions twist, lightly.

 “I’ll tell dad about your situation.” This was your cue to pull him closer by the ends of his tank top.

“Best believe, you think I’d be on my knees, accepting your offer right now” He tears himself apart, now fully on two feet, the distance between your bodies increasing.

"Remember the name you own that you boasted about, back there? Don't forget about the price you have to pay my dad, to uphold it." Laid-back, pausing for a moment, you could feel the gears turning in his head, back facing your frame now.

“There’s only one exit, to every entrance.” You say, as he was headed for the door, coming down from the table, you had your hands folded, yet again. 

Always the same.

The sound of his resolve snapping, was another alarming echo, as two worlds collided.

It was the answer to your proposal.

His lips taste like unadulterated need. Those roamed around yours, in a hurry, like a telltale of passion. He occasionally presses your foreheads together, taking as much as he wants before dipping in again. 

There you knew.

This was about to turn into a constant cycle. An endless war against sanity.

You, him— one heated glance, two bodies meeting to fight it.

____

Present.

his pov.

It feels quite deranged to think about.

Approximately a year ago when Seom was in the trenches, Jungkook, unbeknownst to his bandmates, found himself in front of Choi Enterprises. Even though the sum he got from your dad was useful in a way, it was hell to pay off. He handled it all alone, and wanted it to be a secret deal.

He still remembers that day, where you sat in front of him, flaunting the information like it bothers you.

He still remembers the way you thanked him.

Two simple, simple words. The ones that were taught as basic manners in school, ones which are usually ignored. 

Two words he never saw coming his way, even with years of hard work and struggle, living in small dorms and surviving off of convenience store food for a dream.

No one ever appreciated him, except the person who he least thought would.

“Thank you.”

It held the fucking weight of the world when you elicited it from your posh voice.

It took him here. Landed into this mutual succour, drove him into the heights of insanity, shared nights and whatever remnants of passion he had.

It's been six months and a few.

Yet here he is, still tangled up in need for you.

You asked him for a month, but that was just a feeble fabric to mask how you both just wanted to have a good fuck after everything going on in your lives, seeking whatever you missed.

However, Seom was on its success grind. After the storm of hardships, you did keep your promise. Continuous shows, a few sponsorships.

There were clear boundaries in this mad game of push and pull. 

It always remained a casual fuck, right after his gigs or sometimes in the closed walls of your luxurious penthouse that he thought he’d never see.

Because, you were mostly travelling, going on trips with god knows who.

He finds himself concerned about your company to these getaways, more than you’d given him the right for.

He opens up his messaging app again, briefly glancing at the time before opening your chats.

Finally.

Three dots appear, leave for a minute— not to be mistaken— as it comes back again with a bang, bringing in hot trails of new messages.

It was as if you were waiting for him to see your previous string of profanities.

[shortcake] 6:10 pm Asshole, where the fuck are you? [shortcake] 6:10 pm It’s been a week, Jungkook. Send me your location or you know I have my ways.

[jungkook] 6:11 pm I’m at the studio. Come to my room, behind. You know it.

He wondered why you didn’t bother checking in for a week, and clearly popped out of nowhere.

It’s just a casual hook-up with a rich girl who helps, sometimes. Who’s a menace, mostly.

He reminds himself, yet again.

Reality is so fucked up.

___

your pov.

You barge into the small practice room, a sense of knowing wrapping around you, ‘cause you’ve fucked almost everywhere at this point. It’s filthy, but it somehow keeps you together.

There was not a living soul here.

Huh.

“Shortcake?”

Honey coated voice— the one you hadn't heard for almost a week— engulfs you, heating you up like molten lava.

You simply walk over, throwing your bag on his couch, now acting as if the entire place’s yours, before piercing on the stool behind the drums.

“Where were you?” He casually sets up the aircon, closing the door as if he knew what’d happen any moment from now.

“Not your business. But guess.” You extend your hands, flaunting a set of rings made of sea-shells.

“Maldives? You went on tour again?” He asks, placing your tender fingers on his, examining the rings before abruptly taking them off.

“The fuck are you doing?!” You round up, trying to get hold of one of your favorite pieces.

“This’d look good in our studio. We’re sea themed, and I’m starting to think you got these for me.”

“You fucking wish, Jeon. Give. them. back.” You try to reach for his hands behind his back, slightly urging the both of you to the walls behind, but he wouldn't budge.

And then he does.

He turns around, crashing his lips on yours in a frantic kiss, pushing you against the walls, hands still holding your rings behind his back. Clutching together.

Your hands free run to his face, bringing him impossibly closer.

Somehow, his lips roaming around yours, pacing back and forth between consuming your edged gasps, felt like the end  of something.

You can’t pinpoint what, though.

Standing tall, head straight to catch a breath, he throws your damned rings off.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Especially when you have him, diving down again to catch your lips in his, running tongue through its seams, ever so furiously.

“Fuck, you’re even better after each trip, __.”

The contempt tastes bitter on your freshly patched up lips.

You knew he didn't mean that.

Last week, before Maldives, you parted ways after a fiery argument about your 'big girl adventures' like he called them.

All it took was you to post a picture with your dad's friend's son, Minho.

He’s about to kiss you again, when those freshly done nails of yours press lightly against his chest, halting the actions.

“Go sit there for me, Jungkook.” You muse into his ears, pointing at the stool behind his instrument.

“Why do you have such a thing for those drums? Hm, shortcake?" His demeanor seemed out of track, eyes blazing into yours.

He’s always been vocal about what he wanted, the clear boundaries and whatnot. But today was in your hands.

You pull him forward, pushing his chest, forcefully getting him to sit on that little chair.

And the next thing you do, takes his breath away. Snatches it, visibly.

You sit on his lap, legs wrapping ‘round his torso— his hands instinctively moving to your hips, holding you in place.

“Your hair has grown so much, kook.” You scramble about, untying your own silky locks that cascade down, bringing the piece of hair tie to his wavy ones that fell ever so prettily over his forehead, arching your chest into his face in the process of crafting a man bun.

You could figure out his fucked up state under you, but the coherence lasts no longer than a second as his mouth envelopes your hardened nipples, from over your flimsy skims top, the friction sending a zap of electricity through you.

“Wearing nothing underneath, you’re always so planned, huh?”

He goes back, trailing slight kisses around your smooth, buttered up neck, grazing the one spot he knew would send you in spirals, as soon as you finish tying his hair up.

“Uh-huh, wanna see you.” You bring him up, his forehead displayed, skin shining under the lights that illuminate the room.

“Hmm, proud of myself.” You grin, as he pushes you forward, hastily, that makes you helplessly choke out a moan.

Because, he’s already hard, and amidst all of this, you’d almost forgotten the purpose of this visit.

“Show me more things that you’d be proud of, shortcake.”

He guides you again, folds delicately parting at the feeling of his hard on, hidden behind the slacks.

Stupid pants.

“Off. I need these off.” He lets you pull down the sweats, catching you off guard after, by stopping you with a grip on the wrists. 

“Don’t have much time. Just— fuck— just sit on me, okay?” 

Oh.

You inch forth, capturing the supple skin of his neck, sucking on it gently, and you swear he elicits a deep guttural sound that you’re so used to, but he pulls you back by the forearm, halting your actions.

“What is it now?” You roll your eyes, clearly tired of the way he stops you at every fucking step.

“Don’t leave marks, __. I’m serious.” His eyes mirror red-hot warning, which provoked your otherwise vague intentions of actually giving him a hickey.

But all you do is move on his growing hard-on, desperately, because,

Fuck trying to work him up when you can clearly see him snaking into your arms, your actions.

His hands fly to your hips, holding them against his own yet again as you set a rhythm with this entire thing, whatever the fuck it was— it was sure getting him riled up beneath you.

“Fuck, yes- sshit- just like that, shortcake.” He groans into your ears, hands frantically tugging down the white skims top to finally reveal your bosoms. He presses a light kiss to the very ends of your nipples that pebbles under the cold air of the room, making you hiss into his ears at the sensation, head falling back as your torso never fails to ride into his.

You could see how close he was, with just a look at his outline pressing ever so deliciously into the tight Calvin Klein's you were sitting on— claiming as yours with every stroke of friction felt in between your thighs.

“Just fucking want my- goddamn- performance to get over so that I can fuck you backstage, angel.”

Your stomach tightens at the idea, strings of what could be his name, and a few profanities slipping out of your mouth.

“You want someone to catch us, don’t you?” His doe eyes look up at your figure on his, and you just dip down in response, sucking on his neck again, purposefully leaving a dark, purple mark on it.

Maybe, you wanna see him mad.

“Fuck, __. You can never stop being a brat and listen to me for once.” You were achingly close to snapping that knot coiling in the pit of your stomach, the traction from the rough fabric of his boxers giving you life, just about to send you over the peak.

 But he just— as cruelly yanks you off his lap.

“Down. On your knees now.” He gets up, pulling his tee away from his body with just one hand.

This shouldn’t be turning you on.

But it was, so you do.

Drop down on your knees, behind the fucking drums, your frame hidden behind. 

The thought of someone barging in at the sight of Jungkook and you behind, seemed so enticing to you, but it vanishes as soon as it takes form, when the man right in front of you, grabs your open hair tightly in a pony-tail, before you could even pull them boxers down and take him in your grip.

“You’re not gonna utter a word, and do as I say.”

You look at him through lidded eyes, too far gone to even retort now.

“Use your mouth, __.” He spills out your full name, and that means it's done. Your part is over.

“Yes.” You state simply, his face contorting in amusement, before pulling his boxers down just enough for his fully hard cock to come up.

However, he was wrong, in thinking he had the full advantage of being the upper hand.

“What happened to having no time, baby?” You huff, too fast to let him catch the tone, before taking his tip in your glossy mouth, and all that came out from him in response was a lucid groan. 

You knew he wanted to curse at you, sputter pure despise at your audacity to ignore his words. 

Best part is, you also knew what your mouth did to him.

Something that sounded like a hushed out moan rumbled out of him, as he pulled your hair, guiding you well.

“Fuck, you love taking me, don’t you? Filthy girl doing so well for me.” He seems to have entirely forgotten your words amidst the mirage of pleasure your mouth enveloped him in.

“Can you look at me, __?” He sputters, hands hovering over your glossy cheeks, hollowed out around his cock.

He lets go of your hair, brushing it to the side and tucking it behind your ears, the blazing pull that burnt your scalp deliciously all along, finally coming to rest. 

His voice was gentle, the one you could feel everywhere, so you continued, without adhering to his wish.

Because, you were taken aback by the soft call.

Terrified.

What happened to the harsh monotony he put through minutes ago?

The sting on your scalp hasn't fully died out, yet.

How the hell did things transition so quickly?

Like he had a mid-sex awakening, purely due to some blood flow issues?

Hormones?

Focus, __. Your hands presses on the muscular flesh of his upper thigh, as movements grow confident around his cock, slightly stroking the base with your fingers now and then, teasing, the jerk of his hips against you so sudden, you mumble a hushed fuck that travels all the way up his breaking point.

“Yyes- ffuck- shortcake do you not hear me? Look up at me, __.” He forces your chin up, as your eyes follow his face, contorting in gleaming pleasure.

“You’re so f- pretty nghh-” Those sounds. Desperate and splintered.

“I’m c- god fuck, where do y’want me, shortcake nghh-” He makes the prettiest sounds, sure, but you were still dazed.

“Wherever.” Your blunt response caught him off-guard, as he slowly pulled out, his own hands taking over, desperately and rushed.

“I’m- fu- shortcake, you’re gonna be the end- ssshit- of me” He snaps, like its been forever, cumming so fucking hard, as it leaks onto your chin that he’s still got a hold of. 

At one point, he’s gasping, panting, riding his high like it’s the last time, stamina completely thrown off.

But the next minute, his hands are on your forearms, nudging you up, manhandling, imposing, lifting you up by the waist with the ease of his tatted arms, onto his drums.

Your ass presses far too much onto the rim of the drum pad, its nuances nudging your soft flesh as he clings his body onto yours.

“What the fuck was the attitude you gave me, __?” He rasps, bold and unrelenting into your face. 

“I’m leaving today.” You say in a breath, wanting to close your eyes and hide from his questions that you knew would follow after.

“You were the one who texted me, called me and came in here. Now you’re leaving? Is it because of the trust fund baby you posted last day? Minho?” He speaks into the afterglow that glistened your face, the lights more brighter as the evening transitioned into the fall of night.

“I won’t come to your concert this week.” You just keep on spewing these sentences, knowing that he’d get mad, but it was inevitable.

He pushes away, the sudden loss of proximity and warmth almost propelling your body forward to chase it again, but you control.

“I’ll use your restroom, yeah?” You grab the bag and rings that lay forgotten.

His lack of response was definitely novel, but you don’t dwell.

Jungkook plops down on the couch, hands slowly untying the man bun that knotted his hair tightly, ruffling the now free curls, raking his palms slowly through them.

You come back, hands washed and freshened up, seeing him sprawled out on the couch.

Those lingering moments and conversations weren't a part of the deal. As much as you wanted to explain— how you had to urgently leave for London and why you're missing his concert— the way his features softened during sex, while he had you on him, all over and consuming.

That was new.

Bemusing.

You wanted to say anything, really.

But what was there to tell him, that doesn't sound like a goodbye now?

So, you quietly gather your things— the only things filling up the space being the hum of the aircon and the sofa creaking with his legs shaking in somewhat an anxious tone— and leave the studio.

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note, endingment and all who am i lmao BUT

part two?

the post oc made with minho here

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[ohimsummer]

i need satoru's dick inside me NEOW i'm so srs rn, i'm going to combust

— minors dni, subby! satoru x afab! + cockhungry! reader 😼, established rs

it’s rare that satoru takes commands from you without a little teasing first. he can’t really help it, you just look so cute trying to be all bossy.

“take your pants off.”, you ask, no demand. he looks up at you from the couch with his signature sly grin, but he can’t even get a word out before you’re speaking again. “now.”

and woah, that tone is…doing something to him. he doesn’t know what it is about the assertiveness in your voice, or the urgent look in your eyes paired with what you just said, but it’s enough to cause a stirring in his pants and a tingle at his fingertips.

satoru tries to laugh it off, poke fun at you again, but you can tell he’s nervous, excited. “wow, eager today, aren’t we baby?”

“faster.”, you reply, and he’s got his pants off in seconds. “good boy.”

oh, that, now that’s enough to put an obvious tent in his boxers. he can’t really help it. any praise from you goes through a pipeline straight from your mouth to his dick.

satoru grabs hold of your hips the minute you climb onto his lap. you raise up the oversized shirt (his) clinging to your skin, grabbing it in your teeth to reveal a good view of you already bare underneath. he can feel the pool of saliva forming on his tongue, and satoru swallows down a gulp before he’s blatantly drooling at the sight of you.

your slick pussy meets his hardened cock, gliding along his length and you both let out a moan. satoru gives your hips a squeeze, guiding you along his length as he sinks back into the plush safety of the couch. his mouth falls open, jaw going slack as he darts a tongue over pretty, pink lips. his breathing has quickened into needy pants and sharp gasps, broken moans falling free as you wet his cock with your sweet juices. satoru looks downright breathtaking—if you weren’t desperate to have him balls-deep in you before, you definitely are now.

you halt your movements. white lashes flutter, lids open and you are met with satoru’s azure gaze, knowing that a complaint is on the tip of his tongue. he is cut off by a light squeeze around his length, and satoru digs his fingers into your waist as you give him a few pumps, thoroughly soaking him in pre and slick.

“i want you to lay back and relax, baby.”, you murmur against his cheek, pressing a kiss there as you line him up with your entrance. “you just let me do all the work.”

satoru only gives a short hum, leaning into your affection. his own hips grow eager, bucking up against you to sink his tip into your needy hole. “what’s the occasion, angel? not that i’m complaining, but any reason you’re treating me extra extra good today?”

you giggle. it puts a feeling in his gut. the good kind, like when you tug his pants down after dragging him into a public bathroom stall.

“i plan on spending the next few hours bouncing on this dick. and i can’t have you tapping out too soon, so i’m gonna need you to save allllll your energy, ‘kay?”

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[w0rmss]

Jason todd nsfw alphabet

sorry for another one of these. I have no ideas and am lowkey sick rn so these are easy.

But feel free to request anything guys I got no ideas so please feed me so I can feed you or something profound like that.

I also am very into the kinda Jason that isn't sex mad but just enjoys it and enjoys his partner wanting and enjoying it.

Anyways enjoy

A: Aftercare: Great at it. Anything you need he's got for you. Anything your didn't know you want he's also got for you. Waiting on you hand and foot after pound town

B: Body part. He doesn't have a favourite body part of his he has such a love hate relationship with his body. He loves your collarbone and the crock of your neck. He loves to kiss there or bury his face and inhale you.

C: Cum. He likes to come inside. Condom or not it's just cleaner that way and less fumbling. He also finds it more intimate

D: Dirty little secret. He loves the romantic parts of your sex life. The soft sex the movie make outs the calm things. He has this big tough exterior but he really loves the soft sweet moments

E: Experience. Now controversial take. He has a bit of experience but isn't like crazy crazy experienced like a few exes here or there maybe an odd in night stand. But he ain't dick tim or bruce level experienced

F: favourite position. Missionary basic but he likes to see your face or be able to bury hid head in your neck. He also likes lotus which is where you basically sit cross legged and your partner sits on top. Same reason

G: Goofy. He's serious. Like he's focused on getting you off and making sure you have a good time he's not young around

H: Hair. Very very well groomed. Not balled but neat not a hair out of place

I: Intimacy. As I've stated he's very intimate. He loves seeing your face kissing you passionately etc

J: jacking off. No. He just doesn't need to he has you and craves the Intimacy of sex more so than sex sex

K: Kinks. Very very vanilla but enjoys overstimulating you

L: location. Bed. Or couch he's very private maybe in the shower if you ask but he prefers the softer quite spaces

M: Motivation. If you're in the mood then so is he. Sometimes it's just when a make out gets to much and he needs more too

N: Nos. Pain or exhibitionism

O: Oral. Giver. Massive giver like will come in his pants from giving you head

P: Pace. Slow and deep.

Q: Quickies. Not really. If you want one he's happy to but he diesn really like them he prefers taking his time and showing you all the love he can

R: Risks. He's not risky at all. Like he might try something small if you ask but he's not bring nothing to the table

S: Stamina. 3 plus rounds

T: Toys. Not really if you want to sure but he loves seeing you get off because of him

U: Unfair. He's not a tease at all. But he will 'accidentally' overstimulate you

V: Volume. Quiet a few grunts and moans here and there but they're not very loud

W: Wild card. As said he has gotten off to going down on you and he fucking loves it. It's his favourite way to get off

X: X ray. Big boy like thick and veiny round 7 inches give more so than take

Y: Yearning. He does really seek sex as I've said but he always wants to be touching you in some way sexual or not. Holding hands hands on yiru hips lips on your neck.

Z: zzz. He likes to watch you fall asleep before he does. Knowing your happy and safe makes him feel happy and safe.

Thank you hope you enjoyed

Feel free to request like reply repost. I love all the support I get from you guys thank you.

Stay safe

Have a wonderful day night afternoon etc

[rotthepoet]

heyy, i’ve been reading a lot of ur stuff lately and it’s safe to say im obsessed. i was wondering if u could write 69 w the slytherin boys? only if ur comfortable but i feel like that would be really cool. ty!

POOKIE IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER I HAVE BEEN IN SUCH A SLUMP I’LL NEVER MAKE YOU WAIT WEEKS AGAIN THANK YOU MY LOVE!!!!!

Im sitting here wondering how i should write this?? Hmmm. Writing my thoughts as i think them dont mind me<3

Smut below the cut

Draco would like… maybe be the most gentle?? If i do say so myself, and I do. He’ll probably put the most thought into how its going to happen, when, why. He wanted a lovely date, treat you nice all night, be the perfect boyfriend… and expects a reward. Self indulgent bitch. Anyways! He leads you to bed, nice and slow, passionate make out sesh, you are living a dream! Then as you both finally get your clothes off, he’s kissing down your thighs, looking into your eyes and whispering soft praises before he lays on his back, and you(knowing the drill) go to straddle his face before he grips your thigh and smirks. “Other direction, darling.” And he cant help but laugh at how you blush. He lets you set the pace, matching your speed or slowness until you both finish <3

With Blaise, it just kinda happens naturally. No one had to go watch or read porn to think about it. You and him were getting freaky one night, a movie turning into wandering hands, turning into you on his lap with his tongue down your throat. The energy in the room just said 69, and you’d be a fool to ignore it. You’re on top, and the grip he has on your ass is fucking delicious. He’s so controlling over your body, pressing his face right up into your cunt, practically inhaling, while you can barely take his tip. If you take too long going down on him he might bite your thighs to speed things up ;)

Oh man, Mattheo Fucking Riddle. Bitch. He’s a power hungry hard dom with a knack for getting what he wants when he wants it. Oh man. You’re in for a ride- no. A rollercoaster. He’s on top of you, ravaging your dripping pussy while fucking his dick into the back of your throat. Its impossible to breathe with his heavy balls slapping your face, but it cant be much easier for him with your thighs wrapping around his head. If he’s in a good mood, he’ll let you have your way. Otherwise, he’s manhandling you into whatever position he wants. He might get you upside down if you arent careful.

Theodore and Mattheo are pretty similar. Them and Enzo are the like.. roughest of the group? That being rough without copious amounts of praise. You’re far less likely to have to work for your “good girl” with Theo, but sometimes he’s a tease. Anyways, Trust the moment your lips are around his tip he’s tugging your hair and bucking up into you while he feasts. It’s so messy and loud and he’s halfway sitting up because your hips keep running from all the stimulation:(

And Lorenzo. This fucking bitch. He’s wanting to 69 all the time. I mean he gets head. You get head. I get head? Everyone gets head! And it takes half the time because two birds with one stone. In my humble, Enzo hating, opinion… he’s not big on foreplay. I mean he’ll finger you and stretch you out because he’s not a total monster, but he’s way more excited to get into the main course than an appetizer. Much like Theo or Mattheo, he’ll set the pace with his hips. No time to play around he needs to be balls deep in you rn.

[thatoneoverlyhornybitch]

Just a drabble of you giving Re2r! Leon head<3

Re2r! Leon s. Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Warnings: dom reader, sub leon, oral (m recieving), throat fucking

A/n: I'm so sorry I'm having rookie leon brain rot rn and it won't stop + I'm so sorry I forgot to post this literally right after my last leon fic literally 2 years ago bruh😪 not gonna edit or add more then there already was btw, I have another fic I'm working on but I found this and needed to get it out of my drafts lol

You press a soft kiss to the light pink tip, sticky precum stuck to your lips as you glide them down the side of the thick cock. You push your tongue out, giving small kitten licks to the sides as you make your way to his leaking tip once more.

He whines out softly at the feeling of you tonguing at his tip. You set your eyes on his pretty flushed face, his teeth buried into his bottom lip as he watches your every movement with furrowed brows. You abruptly suck the whole tip into your mouth, flicking your tongue over it while you apply light suction. You slide the hard cock further into your mouth, sucking harder.

"A-ahh!" Soon enough he was balls deep in your throat, balls slapping your chin as you bobbed your head up and down at a much faster pace. You could tell he wanted to put his hands into your hair, but didn't want to hurt you. With a giggle around his cock, you reached for his hands and threaded them with your own before placing them in your hair. He gives you a concerned look, glancing from his hands to your eyes.

You let off his cock with a pop, instantly missing the feeling of him being down your throat he let out an involuntary whine. "Be a good boy and fuck my throat, 'kay?" You grinned, pressing another kiss to his tip. His eyes widened, and the flush on his face grew fiercer but he nodded shoving his tip past your lips.

"If that's what you want...." He muttered as he began thrusting weakly, he was still holding back as he didn't want to hurt you. You rolled your eyes, before you grasped his hands and roughly pushed them further. He got the idea and began to go at the pace you'd wanted, you moaned around his cock as he filled your throat. Tears pricked your eyes, but you were in heaven. You swore you could get off just with this, biut your thoughts are cut off as he abruptly halts as his seed starts shooting down your throat.

"W-was that okay?" He asked shyly almost, avoiding eye contact.

"That was perfect baby, wanna do it again but this time let me know when you're close, yeah?"

[julianne124]

Rumor has it…

James Potter x reader

Authors note: please request stuff because I have no inspiration rn 😣😣

Warnings: um none? I don’t think, maybe rumors but other than that I don’t think so. No use of any name but one use of feminine pronouns

(First person)

I was furious. Someone has started a rumor, that me and James Potter were dating. Now don’t get me wrong, I liked him and he was great looking. But I’ve never thought past that, but whoever started this rumor has gone too far. Lily was following me as I was tracking down Potter. I pasted Sirius after he saw how upset I was, he pointed towards where he was.

I stormed up to him, “James! Why would you do that!?” I yelled at him and he looked so clueless and innocent. I know he started this rumor to humiliate me. “What? What did I do this time?” He asks with a very confused expression on his face. “Don’t act so clueless!” I exclaimed. After a moment his mouth made an ‘o’ shape and then was upset. He starts to walk around me, the way I just came from.

“Sirius!?” He yells down the hall to his best friend. It goes silent as his voice echoes down the hallway. As the black haired boy was sneaking down the hall to get away from James’ wrath. He turns around with an innocent smile, trying to ease into it. “Hey, friend, I really like your hair, did you do something different…?” He asks trying to distract James. “You know what, yea actually I did- wait! You can’t do that! I need an answer to this rumor I’ve just heard. What is it about me and her-“ he turns and points to me, “-dating!?” He says.

“Well, I know you like her and I found out that she likes you too, so I thought I should just tell… Mary and Dorcas that you guys were dating��” Sirius quickly explained. My brows furrowed concerned. “The biggest gossipers in the school!? You told them!?” I yelled at him. He smiled nervously and nodded scared. My fists balled together as I took a deep breath in and out. I see James roll his eyes and smack his forehead.

“We’ll talk about this later.” James told Sirius seriously as he nodded scared and ran off with Remus and Lily. “I’m so sorry about him, this isn’t how I wanted to tell you.” He turns to me and looks down. I look at him sadly. “Yea me too…” I say still looking at him. This was kind of funny actually. I start laughing and his head whips up to me and then he starts to laugh with me.

He then walks closer to me. “So maybe, on the next hogsmeade trip, you would want to go with me to Three Broomsticks? Like for a date?” He says hopefully. I pretend to think, tapping my finger on my chin, he gives me a ‘are you serious?’ look. I giggle and nod to his question. “Okay, so I’ll find you before and we can go, but right now I have to get to class to I can go. Minnie gives mean detention, could make me stay.” He says walking backward toward his class. Right before he turns around, he winks at me. I turn and almost scream like a little girl.

I run to my class, and sit next to Pandora, I tell her all about it with butterflies in my stomach. I had a real date this weekend, with an amazing guy that I really like.

[changisworld]

"things felix says during sex" by any chance? (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE)

OF COURSE

writing this while in my college class rn is brave of me

18+, minors don’t read past this point

main masterlist here

SUB FELIX

“y/nnie, s-so good” he mewls as his eyes scrunch shut as you finally mouth him all the way to his base

“p-pulease don’ sto-op” as you’re pinching his balls as you suckle on the underside of his cock, his hips twitching from the painful pleasure

“c-can i cum now mom-ommy?” he pleads, his eyes leaking almost as much as his now purple tip as you edge him for the countless time.

“no m’re, s-still sensi’ve” he screeches, voice raspy & scratchy due to the noise he’s been making, being overstimulated as you continue riding him despite him just cumming inside you.

“lemme taste, lixie been so good, havent I?” he gives you puppy eyes as he fiddles with your shirt, not daring to move it unless you say otherwise. Once you give him the go ahead, he instantly begins suckling on your nipples, somehow whining more than you as your fingers find themselves wrapping in his hair.

“please kiss me, please mommy” he begs as you pull him by the hair away from your pussy & pulling him towards you, him now on top of you, centimetres away from your lips, his all red & covered in your juices along with your chin

“s-so ti-tight mama, t-thank you” he squeals as you finally let him position himself inside you. A second later you feel him already cumming. As punishment you put a cockring on him & rub his tip & balls so much until it’s completely purple & you’re scared incase he passes out (he doesn’t, of course, he’s too much of a good boy.)

DOM FELIX

“is this all you’ve got hmm? for someone who begs so much you’re not very good at it are you? you can take a bit more can’cha?” he snarks at you, looking down at the sight in front of him, you on your knees on the hard floor, gagging & drooling everywhere as you try to deepthroat him.

“stop trying to run baby, you wanted it, i’m sure you can take it, stop squirming.” He groans as he pulls your hips back onto him with a tight grip, not letting you try push yourself away as his hips keep pistoning your hole with no remorse, your arms giving out & face planting into the bed.

“Don’t even think about cumming on my fingers or cock if you can’t show me how you do it when you’re alone mkay?” he says with his deep voice, sat on the edge of the bed facing you as you grind helplessly on his pillow, your eyes watering & your cheeks flushed, not being able to find the high you so desperately need.

“say thank you. say thank you to the only person who’s made you feel this kinda pleasure. say. it.” He groans as he pulls you by the hair so your back is now against his chest, his hips not slowing. You are a babbled mess & can’t comprehend what’s even going on, feeling his teeth graze over your neck sends you into yet another orgasm a few seconds later.

“That was a loooong one, wasn’t it babe?” he questions with a smirk on his lips as he pulls yet another orgasm out of you with his skilled tongue & fingers, letting you squirt on his face & bed, still not slowing down as you are falling into a floaty space from all the pleasure you’re experiencing.

“thaats it, biiggg stretch” he speaks as he caresses your hand, holding it in his own as he uses the other to begin pushing a two fingers into your already dripping hole while his cock is already wrapped up nice & warm there, stretching you more than you have before. He is imagining how far he can stretch your cunt

I cant imagine felix as a hard dom at all so this is the best i can come up with🥲

This photo of felix makes me want to squeeze him whys he so HDBDBSSKAKABASB

[imraespace]

HONESTLY, I SHOULD'VE BEEN THERE..

Friends with someone like him came with certain prices, one was by choice and one was by fault. You told him one day that it's never his fault yet he still blames himself and say that he should've been there..

SUGURU X READER

genre: angst, fluff (I think..)

WARNING: death..(sorry), mentions of a disease, bullying.

imraesnote: my summer rn is sad so you too, feel sad with me tyvm also guess what movie this was based of its really easy!

<- 1K SPECIAL

"SUGURU, GOOD MORNING!"

Those are normally the common words everyone hear as soon as the male enters the classroom every morning.

His signature smile, a smile that brightens everyone's life for that moment, is also another common thing in the morning.

But for you, your common thing in the morning is the small hug he gives you, before making his way towards his friends.

.

.

.

A hug! followed with a bright smile.

Those were the common actions both you and him did everyday. In pre-school, in middle school.

The way his small arms wrapped around your smaller body every morning and when it was time to leave and meet up with your parents, those same arms found themselves right back around you.

Same way he got taller, slightly bigger yet the actions stayed the same. In the morning, his slightly bigger frame is cuddling yours, and in the afternoon..

His arms wrapped around you and you did the same. yet that time you felt the need to pull him closer and hold on tightly. Maybe you're scared that he might run away. Would he? Or would you?

.

.

.

What about you? What's common for you?

The half hug you gave and the weak smile you framed. That seems about right.

Yet for some reason he just didn't get it. It never got to him. Maybe because he's too focused on his new life. Are you even in there?

.

.

.

Your school life isn't anything interesting, you're just there really. You wake up, get ready, go to school then go back home. Yep that's it.

Maybe these girls thought that, hey your life seems a bit dull! Why not make it worse.

So as you closed your locker, it wasn't a big surprise to see that the same trio who won't keep themselves out of your life, right there, next to you.

Naturally, you've learnt to block them out. You don't care about their faces yet the words always seems to hit you the most.

It's mostly.. partly.. actually. It's mainly about the one and only.

"Suguru..."

Suguru this, Suguru that. If you want him so much then go find him yourself, not make my life a hell. That's what goes through in your head everytime you hear his name from these girls. Its either using you to get to him or lashing out on you for being too close to him.

You sighed, zoning out until they left.

.

.

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Now you're home, alone. Like normal.

Taking off your school shoes, making your way towards your room and taking out whatever assignment you got, maybe trying to forget everything that happened today, just like you did for the previous day and the day before.

Your eyes landed on a certain paper, and stared at the mark on it.

You got a bad mark.. This wasn't usual.

The frown that was creeping up whole day, had finally made its way onto your face.

And with that, you just landed on your bed, shoving your face deep into the blanket hoping that maybe everything will just go away.

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"Y/N? Y/N!" His voice.

Before you could react, a ball landed right on your forehead.

"ow.." You mumbled, rubbing the pain away.

His short legs ran towards you with a small pout as he glared at the other kids on the playground.

"Try aiming somewhere else next time!" he yelled at the random boy and all he got in response was a tongue out from the boy.

Suguru rolled his eyes, rubbing your forehead.

That's right, Suguru has always been there to help you.

So right now, the notifications from your phone, reminding you that he's not here to help you anymore, he's out there with them, enjoying his life.

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Your phone rang, waking you up from your sleep. You don't remember falling asleep..

Maybe you did when you tried to disappear into your blanket before, oh well.

It was a call from your mother.

"Y/N. Did you take the medicine I left on the counter?"

Medicine..

You didn't reply back instantly, you just rose from the bed and made your way towards the kitchen.

"I found it. Thank you." You mumbled, hanging up the phone.

You took them. As usual.

It was 2:00am, and at that time, you decided to take a shower.

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"Are you okay?"

"No."

Suguru eyes was glued onto his screen.

His white haired friend sighed as the brown haired girl turned towards their direction.

"Maybe you're trying too much. Give her some space." She said.

But it didn't help him.

"I should be there for her."

His eyes didn't look away from the thousands of messages he sent you and not once he got a reply. Of course he noticed that weak smile and half hug he got in return.

But he didn't speak up, he didn't wanted to ruin the small, weak relationship you both are hanging onto right now.

Something deep down inside him, he feels that you're hiding something, maybe you have a reason for pushing him away.

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Taking showers at odd hours like this was one of your favorite activities. It helps wash away the worries and thoughts that lay heavy on your shoulders throughout the day.

You turned on the tap causing the water to burst out the shower head, turning from ice cold to the warm temperature you wanted.

The water that hit your body drowned out all sounds from outside. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of the water as it ran off you. It seems your mind has it own will as it ran off to memories you don't really enjoy..

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" -..Are you listening?"

If you're gonna be honest you stopped listening as soon as you heard it.

A disease.. Heart disease..

You felt as if maybe you might die in that moment, maybe tomorrow, who will know?

You disconnected yourself from the conversation, focusing on your fingers at that moment. The first thing you thought of was..

"What will Suguru do if he found out?"

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Pitter. Patter.

Suddenly the sounds of the shower was back in your head. Now you felt cold, as if you've been in there for a while.

How long were you in the shower?

The sad memory made you remember something important. After the 3 years of being aware of your disease, you have yet to tell him.

You turned off the shower and let out a sigh.

Maybe tomorrow you will tell him but right now, you really want to sleep.

At 3:05am you decided to drift off in the dreamland.

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Suddenly a small milk box appeared in front of your face. Strawberry infact.

You look up from the table and towards the person infront of you.

None other than..

"Good morning.." You mumbled.

Suguru's smile widen as in return to your words he gave you a hug. A warm one that gave you life. The life that's on a gamble right now but that's not on your mind right now, what's on it is..

"Suguru." You let out, with a smile.

He pulled away from the hug and gave you the same smile he had from before.

He grabbed his chair from behind him and sat right infront of you.

"How are you feeling?" He asked you, turning his head to the side.

You followed his actions, causing the both of you to giggle.

"I'm okay actually.." You replied. Yet it caused him to raise his eyebrow in confusion.

"Okay? Yesterday you were amazing, why is it different today..?" He mumbled.

You masked it up really good.. is what you thought.

"I'm turning a new leaf." You joked.

But he didn't like it. His smile dropped a bit, which caused yours to drop completely.

But.. when he took his fingers and guided it towards your face, taking his pointy fingers to bring back your smile, the genuine one to found its way back.

His fingers then made its way towards yours, intertwining them while pulling you a bit closer.

"Now copy my words."

"Today I'm feeling amazing.."

You decided that maybe if you moved your lips the same way he did, it will be easy to lie through your teeth infront of the one you love. Maybe.. if you lie this one time, you can repay it by giving yourself a small bit of punishment later but right now..

Wait right now you're crying.

The smile he brought on your face were faltering, the tears were falling and you couldn't believe what you were thinking. Lie to him?

Lie to the boy who gave you life and offered his love to you in different ways he could? Why think like that?

"Why are you crying..?"

Why are you him? Why are you the way you are?

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That, sadly, was your breaking point. You didn't wanted to lie to him.. but you didn't have the heart to confess about your problem. You knew that he should know but soon you notice that he hung out less with you and met new people.

But you can't blame him..

Yet he blames himself. Everytime he hung out with Shoko and Satoru all he thought of what went wrong that day?

All he knew was that he should be there for you.

He tried to, he continued to give the hugs, the smiles and the good mornings but it seemed like you didn't want them anymore.. So he tried another method, maybe you would rather talk online instead.

No. He was wrong again, but he didn't give up. He lost count on how many times he tried to make you open back up that it felt numb to give up.

After three years who would?

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Now rest Suguru, in his bed up at 3:05am, staring at your contact name. He wonders if he should call you..

His thoughts went on until 3:34am when he finally decided to call you, but he doesn't hear your voice. It just goes to voice mail.. Why are you ignoring him?

He wonders if you're over with his desperate attempts, trying to force his way back into your life.

Maybe he is desperate, he just want everything to go back how it was 3 years ago, the day before that one when you broke down right infront of him.

Oh how he knows how much you wanted that as well, how the feeling of hiding from him and pushing everyone away were eating you up from inside.

The last thing that was in your mind, was finally opening up to him. Forget those girls, forget your words. It was enough and you've finally made up your mind.

But sadly.. Your life just decided that it was too late.

Those unanswered phone calls, the desperation he felt, was all for nothing as in your sleep you finally gave up on life.

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The first few messages you received from him, you noticed them but you pushed it away.

You already made up your mind on your life and out of sadness, feeling that the world is unfair to you, you decided to write out your feelings in a book. How you wanted to tell him that you had very dear feelings for him and how you always wanted to tell him but you couldn't, because you won't be here for long.

You remember a few words that stood out in that book, that you always reminded yourself that it wasn't his fault.

Each time a word was placed in that book the more the tears came falling down. You ended your small confession with two simple words.

"For Suguru."

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But now it wasn't only your tears on that book. It was now decorated with his own, it kept on falling as he read the words.

It was his fault for not realizing that something was wrong with you and it was his fault for not trying hard enough to figure out your feelings.

He knew that he should've been there yet he wasn't.

It was unfair to you.

A few days have passed, could be a month, he doesn't care. All he cared about was that honestly.. he should've been there.

Yet now here he is, laying in that same bed he was in trying to call you when at that time you chose to sleep on for a long time.

Here he is reading over those words again and again.

How he wished he could've known your real feelings.

[borathae]

okay but what sort of noises does aaol jk makes when oc is giving him a blowjob?

what kind of blowjobs does she likes to give? Sloppy? Really slow? Deep throating him? Really hard and fast? A hand and blow job together?

what kinda blowjobs does jk like? where does it like them? In the car? In the kitchen? On the bed with him laid out like a treat? Blindfolded? What’s his favourite? What makes his toes curl just thinking about it?

Does he hold her hair while he gets it? Does he play with her tits whilst? Are his hands forcing her head deeper?

Im going crazy. Every scenario in my head is dirtier than the previous one so I came to my queen with my questions.

Uhmm anonie?? what was the reason?? why would you ask me something like that? ME aka the biggest oral fixation slut ever, like sometimes when I drive i think about oral sex with certain people HAHAH it's bad i love oral sex so much. i'm literally not strong enough for this omfg 😩 fuckckk this is so hot idk what to do fuckkckc

Okay but what sort of noises does aaol jk makes when oc is giving him a blowjob?

fuckckc he is so noisy. so fucking noisy. obviously it depends on the location, but let's say the blowjob happens somewhere private then he'll be so noisyyyy

He'll sigh and gasp when she's being gentle with his tip, like during those kitten licks and little kisses he'll sigh and gasp all breathily. I can also see him sighing when she worships his balls.

When she takes him inside and sucks on him slowly, he'll let out audible gasps and small whimpers, but it's still gonna be really quiet and sweet.

When she takes him in deeper or speeds up or uses her hands as well? oh BOY he won't be able to control himself anymore and he'll moan and keen like the goodest boy ever. I can also see him whispering (and moaning) stuff like "mommy" and "you feel so good, oh god, so good" and "please don't stop, please please" as well as repeated "thank you, thank you so much mommy"s UFKCKC

When he gets close to climaxing, his voice will get higher and his moans breathier. right before orgasm, he goes quiet because he needs to hold his breath. when he falls over the edge, he'll release his breath in a loud moan, following it up with squeaky mewls and gasps.

Bonus: if she blows him somewhere public, where he needs to be quiet, he likes to muffle himself with his own hand because he knows how noisy he can get JFAJDF

What kind of blowjobs does she likes to give? Sloppy? Really slow? Deep throating him? Really hard and fast? A hand and blow job together?

What if I tell you that she loves all of this? What then? No but seriously, she doesn't have a preference. I honestly think that her blowjobs are a series of all of this happening. She loves to build them, work him really up with it. She'll start off slow and gentle by worshipping his body close to his cock (thighs, tummy etc), then move on by kissing and licking his balls and shaft before moving to his tip and licking it slowly. She'll suck on his tip for a while where she'll slowly work her way down his cock until he sits deep inside her and she can speed up to sloppy, hard levels. Her hands are gonna be busy throughout the entire blowjob, going from soft touches to harsh jerking motions feat. skilled ball fondling. So it's definitely all of the above in the perfect order to really ruin him (and she does. she ruins him trust me)

Bonus: omfg sometimes she'll get his tip wet and then blow on it for a little temperature play and he'll be so whiny. in general temperature play with something cold & hot changing her mouth temperature is a very special thing to her <3 she loves doing it to him

What kinda blowjobs does jk like?

her blowjobs <3 that's it. that's the answer <3 he loves her blowjobs <3 everything about them, how she is so talented and attentive, how skilled she is, how she makes him feel with them, how she is so GOOD <3 (i'm barking at him rn)

where does it like them? In the car? In the kitchen? On the bed with him laid out like a treat? Blindfolded? What’s his favourite? What makes his toes curl just thinking about it?

Don't talk about his toes curling, i will have to actually jump at him 😩 bestie you're actually doing it to me, i might need to take a walk afterwards 😩 also the blindfolded blowie? bestie please stop, this is actually too much WHAT THE FUCKCKCKCKK now i need him blindfolded and sensitive fuckckc

As for location preference, I think his absolute fave is somewhere private because he can be noisy then. If they're private, where it happens doesn't matter to him though. Blowjobs somewhere out of the bedroom or playroom are definitely really exciting to him because they feel so "forbidden". He'll get really giggly when she blows him in, let's say, the kitchen or on the balcony or on deck of his yacht. These kinda locations really make his tummy flutter. Sometimes she also blows him pressed against the windows which really make his knees buckle because of being so so exposed (it's so sexy to him).

Locations like his car or his office make his heart race like CRAZY because of the aspect of "getting caught". He'll be tense and would try so hard not to lose himself to it, so he'll be really squirmy and restless which makes her pin him down which is honestly not helpful because strong wifey = total ruin to him JFAJDJF

When he can lie down or rest somewhere really comfortable, he'll be so weak and all "jello". I can also see him rolling his head from side to side and arch his back all the time. Also lots of sheet grabbing and toes curling.

I'm actually going insane like this is so hot to me. holy fuck.

Bonus: blowjobs somewhere with water aka the shower or the bathtub or the pool. THIS IS LITERALLY GOING TO RUIN HIM. There is something about being somewhere wet and having her mouth around him which will ruin him completely. I think those are the kinda locations where he can't hold back for long JFJADSJ

Does he hold her hair while he gets it? Does he play with her tits whilst? Are his hands forcing her head deeper?

He definitely holds her hair and plays with it. He doesn't push her head down deeper, at least not on purpose. Sometimes he gets too excited and his hand acts on its own, which makes her stop and pin them down with a warning "behave" which honestly ruins Kookie because strong wifey = total ruin JFAJDFJ

Also him playing with her tits is now burned into my mind UFKCKCK I can also see him playing with her pussy when she's in the right position. that's when he'll keep his eyes open (all droopy and halfway) as his long fingers run through her folds. he'll keep chanting how pretty she is and that it makes him feel so good and that he's so lucky and that's he's hers AND- fjajdfja I'm losing my mind this is actually the hottest message I have ever received and I will be thinking about blowing Kook for the rest of my day thank you JFAJSDF

[ranbling]

Sending this anonymously bc i don’t wanna get the b/t stans attacking me for saying my observation, but this is in regards to your post about tommy not being enthusiastic about buck

for starters i completely agree w everything you said so this is just my own blurb i wanted to add

this plays into my theory of tommy paralleling abby in s1 who was never looking for anything serious w buck, but saw him as a younger man who could be used as a play-thing meanwhile buck jumps in head first only to learn a lesson about what love actually is along the way after being hurt…. and ik a bunch of people are like “i don’t want buck to get hurt by another relationship” but i genuinely think he needs to be burned a few more times because he obviously still doesn’t realize that his own interests should be celebrated by his partner and not put down— buck hasn’t had something BIG happen to him since the coming out arc and that was a mostly positive arc, aside from the gaslighting from tommy but whatever… it’s time for him to go through another hurdle, not as a side player in someone else’s arc [bobby’s injury/eddie’s breakdown] but as his own arc in which he realizes he is worth more than just being a pretty boy who is only valuable when he’s being kissed. I hope that bobby and eddie’s storylines will show him that in the finale and we can end this whole buck/tommy fiasco before s8, but im scared they will drag it out further into s8 and we will get either retconning from the writers, or we will get the fandom backlashing against tommy being used for his original intended purpose which was to be a PLOT DEVICE…..

we also have seen buck’s interests and excited demeanor subdued and looked down on by taylor often during their relationship. i already have iffy feelings on how the writers handled her character and her relationship arc with buck but aside from the treasure hunt, we never really saw her propping up buck’s interests and often tried to subdue his “golden retriever” personality (something the buckley parents also did)

(this is also interesting bc Taylor Kelly and Tommy Kinard…. T-K and T-K, idk it feels very hmmm to me on top of Tommy kind of repping all of Buck’s past major relationships into s ball)

and i feel like the diaz parents and possibly whatever happens with the will could be that catalyst for him to finally be like “oh… i am worth more thsn just being a side piece” which would hopefully lead to a b/t breakup

bc think about it, who IS the only one (besides bobby/maddie) who is always trying to tell buck he is worth more than just what he is at face value? DING DING DING it’s eddie… and if we get that feelings realization of “oh this is what i need from a relationship and i get that from eddie” we can open the door to buck facing the “im in love with my straight best friend who is going through shit” crisis while eddie could have his own “i am projecting my feelings towards buck onto my dead wife because he is what i want and she is who i thought i was supposed to want”

also for eddie’s side of things, it could also be a sense of realizing that he’s projecting and this further idea of “i’m broken” and then realizing who has been there to help him patch things up in the past as he realizes that everything he has looked for in a partner (mainly someone to be a second parental unit for chris) he already has with buck.

anyway i am so sorry for the long ask i just wanted to put this out there and say that i fully agree w you and share my thoughts that coincide with yours

Hi anon!

I love long asks and I agree with every point you made! Buck is still very obviously stuck in the hamster wheel (but only this time with a guy) and the whole "I don't want him to get hurt" is such a weird thing to say. Like except for Abby, Buck wasn't really upset by his breakups and rn his relationship with Tommy is not deep with a lots of buildup, it's just some dates (one of them failed) and two kiss so not a situation that will cause him a lots of heartache

And Eddie is the one who really matches Buck's energy and not only always hypes him up, but he's just as ready to get into the those situations

The pining arc for them is gonna be soo good, but I really hope they won't make it too long, I think a half season for it is more than enough (but I am an impatient girlie and we had enough slowburn now), I just want them to be domestic

I honestly believe we'll either have bt breakup in the next episode or in the first episode of s8. They did nothing to develop their relationship past e6, but introduced many points that could he grounds for a breakup (all coming back to Tommy's behaviour).

[littleplantfreak]

*points at you* OKAY. GIVE ME SOME SADIST/MASOCHIST THOUGHTS RN.....W WHOEVER CHARACTER IS BRAINROTTING ON UR MIND..... >:3c

oxy…i dont usually talk abt it but…u ever think about ume just choking u man?? some days im like ill put his hand on my neck and MAKE him squeeze if he’s nervous abt it. Could I get canon ume to hit me across the face hard enough to give me whiplash while he’s balls deep?? idk probably not but i can fucking dream

I have a friend who i talk abt ghostface!ume with and i go all out w that shit. A guy i could kick in the face as he’s trying to force my pants off and he’d not even be phased? an “oh thats cute” maybe but otherwise undeterred?? do tasers work on him? in my head yes because i need to tase him to tie him up but ghost!face togame takes tasers like a champ 😤

I wanna throw Endo in a blender and by that i mean i just wanna kick his ass till he cums i want his face in the dirt I would be so mean to him 😭 pls give me a one night chance to make him limp in more ways than one. Make him take off work for 3-5 business days because once i get that boy’s hair in my hands? its joever for him i wanna taste blood in his mouth

im also just nasty in general about my dc comic boys but i feel like i wrote too much so ill stick with wbk

[apocalypse-shuffle]

RED HOOD | BATFAMILY (assorted canon)

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“Long Overdue” (Jason Todd & Batmom!Reader) and (background Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader)

| Reader was with Bruce in the past but grew distant after Jason’s death. No one tells her when he comes back from the dead until Bruce is forced to bring her in on a raid when they’re overwhelmed. -Jason and Batmom!Reader reunion.

| SFW, emotional?, referenced canon typical action/violence, cursing?

| This is like half fanon half UTRH/Batman:Hush. I’m really just fucking around with canon rn. Also the pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source - Gotham Knights video game)

| 1k+ words

| parts: one, spurt, two, three, four, five, six/six point five, seven.

“Hey, Hood, may I have a word with you?”

Hood - Jason. Jesus. - on his way toward the exit stalls and looks at you with what you can only assume is a grimace. He looks incredibly out of place for someone whose presence naturally takes up so much space.

It was getting that much easier to superimpose the showman he was on the field to the studious little smartass who used to ask you to “peer review” his essays for fun, but that connection was still something you needed to remind yourself of.

You wait, settling on your heels with your hands clasped in front of you. He doesn’t know it’s you under the mask and you almost fought him an hour ago, of course he’s reluctant.

Jason is just watching, body coiled like he’s weighing whether it’d be best to just cut and run, when Dick slides up and nudges him.

“I didn’t agree to this,” the younger instantly objects. “Just the med bay and Alfred not…Nightfall.”

He says your name like he’s cussing you out just by uttering it. It’s nasty and you can’t not smile. That sounds like your boy alright.

“I dunno,” Dick nods over at you with a coy little smile on his face. “If you give it a shot you’ll see just how much you two have in common. Just once and you can always leave if you really hate it.”

At his continual refusal to budge Dick delays for a few beats then that grin that always precluded a checkmate back in the day takes over his face.

“How bout I call in that favor early, then? You just…try to talk to her now - for me - and you’ll walk out of this cave with nothing to owe.”

His weedling finally pays off because Jason’s shoulders rise and drop dramatically as he sighs.

“Fine.” He levels the LEDs of the helmet in your direction, voice getting lower. Getting flat. “But you better not try anything.”

“Of course,” you nod.

Jason eyes you for a few more beats before giving a terse nod of his own then skulking off towards where you indicated deeper in the cave - because you did not need everybody in your business.

You give your oldest a quick side hug behind his brother’s back and he accepts the kiss on the cheek with a smile before you go after Jason.

When you close the door to the comfortably sized weapon’s room your hands tremble against the door knob; your body acting as if it’s cold in the warm space.

You clamp your hand on the knob until your knuckles pop to ground yourself. Five seconds you use not to breath but to force the shaking to cease, before turning fully in one movement.

Up close like this the sight of him makes your stomach hurt, or maybe your abdomen, you can’t tell. The fact that if you hadn’t been told you would never in a million years think to guess this was your son makes you shake worse somehow.

You ball your hands into fists and take a deep coiling breath that only serves to make the man in front of you more on edge.

He shifts a foot forward and then to the side; towards the emergency exit tucked into the back of the room. A trick you’d taught Jason a half a decade ago to trick people into thinking an escape plan was simply just nerves. To make everyone think you were about to bolt forward right before you booked it backwards instead.

No plan was truly crucial like an escape plan after all.

A few more seconds tick by and your mouth opens under your mask.

“Listen-” the other starts and a million potential conversation starters die in your throat.

“Jason…?”

The faint name doesn’t make him freeze, he’d been good at not getting caught in a lie long before Robin, but it does make him puff up for a millisecond before he catches himself and plants his feet.

Too defensive for a case of mistaken identity from his point of view but not a confirmation either. Your heart hammers.

“Who?”

The hammer pauses in mid air, your heart stutters.

For a moment it’s like the floor has dropped out from under you. Fuck the little signs he’s giving you. Fuck Bruce’s word that didn’t mean shit anymore. Your son was dead and you were being ridiculous. You’ve lost your mind. Come back from the grave? How stupid were you that you fell for that? You look the person in front of you up and down and the way nothing rings familiar makes you want to scream.

Then you see his boots - tactical grade, nothing to ride home about, run of the mill ass boots but they still ping somewhere in your temporal lobe despite their mundanity.

You remember to breathe alongside the burn of your saliva from your rough swallow. You nod to his feet.

“You got a knife in those boots?”

It was so stupid. A little line from a made up code, Jason and you’s made up code. One he’d created because he’d never forgotten about that little knife even though neither of you ever acknowledged it. One he’d made because your little man had trusted you, had wanted something just for the two of you. An action you’d taken for granted from a malnourished little punk gone too soon.

This time he does freeze and your eyes close together without your permission. The building moisture in them being squeezed and trapped inside. If this was a trick - if a strand of the black mercy or some rogue had gotten to you - you didn’t want to watch it melt away. You couldn’t.

“…You think I’m dumb enough to only carry one?”

You suck in a breath and the speed nearly chokes you.

One of two possible responses he could have given you and he didn’t even bother telling you to fuck off with the other. The code was for when people came over, when Bruce was being an ass, everything. A simple do you want to leave and a yes or no in reply.

The man responds so quietly the helmet makes his words sound like a failing humidifier. Soft gusts of words that aren’t sure if they want to be known or not. You bite the inside of your cheek so hard the faint appearance of blood shocks your mouth right into moving again.

“Is it really you?”

A breath. Two. He seems to be looking you over before he speaks up in that same broken humidifier tone.

“…Y/n?”

“Yes? No, yeah, I’m - goddamn!” you rip your mask off and fling it to the ground. “Yeah it’s me.”

Another pause but you’ll give him this one. You are by zero means under the impression that you look good right now, let alone like the put together woman he probably remembers. You didn’t like to let your kids see you cry on principle but right now you know there’s no other option.

“Jason?”

This time when you prompt him you get it out at a steady-enough volume. And this time he lets himself react, body going just that much looser and him teetering closer, fingers shifting at his side like he wants to reach out and touch. No matter that there was at least six feet of space between you two.

You’re already mirroring him when the creaky too soft proclamation of “Ma?” comes through the modulator.

…TBC

NOTES: Alright listen, I’m not splitting this up the way I am to be a dick I am simply just struggling to get everything down the way I want. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

if you’d like to leave a comment that’d be appreciated, but I won’t respond cause this is a sideblog. I read everything though 🫶🏾

Tagged: @aarinisreading

[stargirlfics]

Hnnnnn Alfred + SIZE KINK. Like imagine sliding down on that cock, uncut, above average length wise but HELLA thick. The thickest you've had in fact (and if he's your first HOO boy). He'd sit leaning back against the headboard of his bed, encouraging you in his lap, cooing at you to slowly impale yourself. "Take all the time you need, dear." You'd be huffing and mewling against his neck, gripping his shoulder, thighs trembling as you pause midway. "Halfway there, sweetheart. You're doing so well, taking me in. Oh, look at you." He'd thumb your clit, make you gush more to ease you further down until you're flushed, balls deep, a guttural moan escaping you after holding your breath without you realising. "There you go. That's a good girl. Breathe for me, dear." and then he'd hold you until you're ready and trembling with want and need, grinding your hips, begging for him to just take you. He'd encourage you to grind yourself with his thumb continuing his ministrations on your clit, making you come, orgasm bleeding from you slow but intense.

After the umpteenth time of your begging, he'd flip you over on to your back, legs over his shoulders. His cock slipping out due to how thick he is but he slides himself all the way back in your weeping cunt before you could miss him, gasping at how much deeper he feels like this. He'd kiss you and gaze down at you softly, asking you if you're alright to continue before he proceeds to take you to pound town. The experience makes you squirt for the first time which makes you embarrassed but makes Alfred absolutely feral and he stores it for future reference 😉

Reading this gave me whiplash in the best fucking way oh my goddddd 🥵

I get so weak when there’s size or strength kink involved like ugh him cooing at you while you ease down on it, having to go slow because he’s thick and the stretch is so real and he knows how bad you want it, he does too, he loves that you’re begging him for it and all he wants is to bury himself inside you but also doesn’t wanna cause you any discomfort, reminding you gently to take your time, praising you while you do

It’s so good like that steamy tension that just builds and builds until he’s fitting inside you all the way and finally giving you what you want, fucking into you at an angle that makes you have to cling to him, moving you so you’re taking it with your legs over his shoulders which makes him go even deeper?! Crying rn at the thought! I love the way he makes you wait for it, making sure you’re completely ready before fucking your guts! Want!

Also bestie those bits of dialogue have me in shambles, like yes please talk me through it wtf!

[growling]

ep12 i thiiiink that's the finale but i see theres a 13th titled skyfall?? anyway thats for later to ponder.......

wooohoooooo banger theme is back!!!!!!

oh hey ginger port mafia guy whose name i forgot....... ig nothing else besides the framing was written into the book so ill believe in whatever you had going on....... though that does make that reaction the military had to one of the four guy's appearance earlier a bit weird before like they wanted to shoot them i was under the impression they didn't know each other and then they just suddenly. nevermind. my brain is fried from this season terrible things have been done to it i may need some time to recover in order to make sense of like half the things that just happened

hiii teruko!!!!! :)))

OH YEAH HIS NAME IS TACHIHARA. ILL TRY TO NOT FORGET IT NEXT TIME!!!!!!!

i think they made tachihara the traitor because he was just so forgettable in the earlier seasons lmaoooo he's so generic looking............

such a banger theme. it makes me want to forgive all their atrocities

obsessed with whatever the fuck the sword guy and whitehairredtips guy have going on.

oh hi fukuzawa!!!

oooooh so the white hair guy is silly!!! he is silly cancel the panic!!! why does he give me kitty cat vibes..

are they friends jdhjghdksdfjsj????

"you still havent gotten married?" he's obviously aro. fukuzawa aro confirmed. though he and mori did have something going on ill just say this

oh yeah kunikida i forgot that guy was a thing!!!! i still cant quite recall what he looked like..... or his personality... it's just slipping away....... what was his name again..............

oooh i just noticed the whitehairredtips guy has a cane actually!!!! though its hard to see. the bare minimum......... blind guy has a cane............. clap clap................................. does he even need it if he has like. superhearing omnispacial awareness and psychic powers anyway. writers when they're forced to make a blind character- wait speaking of. whys it always the blind characters who get that???

i want whatever these two have. seriously.

UH OH THEY'RE ONTO LUCY

coffee man is in trouble...... i mean at least im glad we could trust that guy!!!! when in doubt. coffee man :) shame about the fingernails though. or did yosano fix those

i love these two. every scene they're in together is so entertaining. i want them to hate sex soooo badly but i cant even fantasize about that scenario tonite as i do not know their fucking names. ugh... well, i guess ill have to resort to............. whitehairredtips guy heard deep into sword guys orbs. then he took his meter long king kong dong out and p

i cant tell if sword guy is being manipulative rn or if he really means it...... anyway his ability name sure does suit him

i cant tell if hes doing the good old liar dazzle or if hes actually gonna seppuku himself. i mean he sure looks like the type of guy who'd do that!!

cool casino but i would fear for my LIFE if i ever was forced kicking and screaming to be there. please blow this up i cant bear looking at it

SIGMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! why does he give off wolfboy vibes why do i feel like he'd repost those very hard werewolf images on deviantart. he'd be into wolf's rain and shit. you get me??? he'd howl at the full moon and roleplay as a puppyboy on his secret tweeter alt before he comes out as just a full on therian

that was. very specific but you get me right???

ooooh are we abt to see teruko's ability???

i like the sigma guy he looks like he's barely keeping it together rn.

he looks like he's fresh out of his 18s how old is he

oh yeah he IS barely keeping it together rn jsdhgfhjkskdjf there there boy....

no way tachihiro just fell for the good ol coin trick........

oooooh tachihiro got the metal powers too...... i guess i should know this but still-

sigma's just a ball of panic. i wanna hug him then slam his head against a wall then hug him again then tell him its all his fault

ohhhh now teruko's gonna use her ability finally???

ok came back the next day

YEET the plane

sigma's just three years old leave him alone.... he doesn't know anything......

whys it always the 3 year olds........

i think sigma should be allowed to kill tbh

teruko you're hurt :(((((

oh and now they're BOTH getting fucked

lmaoooooooo good on you sigma. great plan sigma. let your creatures loose let them kill. he SHOULD be allowed to kill <3

absolutely enamored with sigma's existence. he will be made my third (3rd) pet freak along with Francis and Mushitaro

anyway bsd season 4 let's go gamers

ep1:

still waiting for chuuya to get unbooked. notify me immediately once he gets unbooked i can't take thsi

oh hi fukuzawa. put his wrinkles back on ffs

fukuzawa and ranpo flashback episode pretty please??

LET'S GOOOOOOO

oh oda's the assassin?? killer baby

ranpo voice heard my waters are cropped

i do not accept ranpo being the same age/older than oda. i will not accept this. let oda be like. 30+ or whatever

whys ranpo giving me ouma vibes in this outfit

ranpo don't care sunglasses emoji

oh yeah i had the feeling the secretary was the killer from the moment ranpo walked in lmao. now danganronpa execute him

coolest kid you've never met

good for ranpo for getting kicked out of the police after exposing all their shit as a teenager

snitch ranpo we love to see it it's okay if he does it he can do whatever he wants forever he's never been wrong in his life

orphan lore

oh he's 14 now. baby

"well done for today-" "that's it?? you're talking to a 14-year old who lost his parents his job and his future. thats all you got??" yes ranpo go fight for that sympathy points make that old man cry and shake from guilt

he's so sillyyy......... "*2 seconds after walking out the door* help me mister bodyguard i don't have work or a place to stay im going to die" yes ranpo go fight for that house and income pluck that old man out of everything he got (morally correct). i love how it literally works and fukuzawa says yeagh sure every time

with every single minute ranpo is on screen. i swear. with every single damn frame of that guy he gets more and more npd. like. that is a narcissist. you wrote a narcissist and made him the coolest most swag guy in the anime. and that's not even mentioning that guy's massive fucking autism and adhd

is this gonna be like rain code chapter 2 where where-

fukuzawa sweating voice damn that kids a genius and also deeply deeply unnerving why is he so op in the smarts stats what happened in his early childhood to ruin him forever like this

and ranpo's utterly clueless to that too he just thinks everybody else is an idiot or just acting real weird and hiding what they know for some reason.

"ive only just met you so i don't know much but- *lists his entire fucking biography*"

LEAVE THE BOY ALONE YOU KNOCKED HIM OVER FUKUZAWA YOU MONSTER!!!!!!!!!!! YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A CRUEL AND WICKED PERSON YOU WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH YOU HAVE NOT AND NEVER WILL CHANGE IN A MEANINGFUL WAY. CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D DO THIS...............

oh ok he apologized. but can he ever truly be forgiven........

the hat :)

new sonboy acquired

[bellafragolina]

Okay so since cofagrigus are ghost Pokémon meaning they should live a LOOOOOONG time.

What if Ingo gets transported back to modern times and regains his memories. He’s happy he’s back but upset that he lost good friends, pokemon and the cofagrigus that was an echo of his s/o. Or so he thinks on the cofagrigus part.

One day while working said cofagrigus finds him once more, waited all those years to find he again. To confirm it’s the same one it opens up a little and a little melody flows out, along with letters and items dropping out. Those letters and items where from ancient hisui from the people that missed Ingo. The cofagrigus kept them safe just for him.

You got me weeping in the club rn anon. Just imagining Cofagrigus, waiting hundreds of years because it knows, deep down, that Ingo is gonna be there in the future. And it needs to be ready to greet him. And the letters *breaks down sobbing*

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Ingo is happy to be back. He's happy to work again, happy to see his brother every day, to know his brother's face, his brother's smile. He's thrilled to be home. But sometimes, he misses Hisui. He misses the Pearl Clan, Professor Laventon and little Rei and Akari. He misses you most of all, but you're long gone. As is the Cofagrigus you left behind. His biggest regret is not catching it to bring with him to the present, to keep that small part of you with him.

He waits on the Battle Subway one day, patiently awaiting a challenger for his Single Line, when a young boy comes stumbling through the doors, clutching a Dusk Ball tight in his hand. He beams, missing a canine, when he sees Ingo.

"You're Mr. Subway Boss!" The boy shouts, waving his arms frantically.

"Yes!" Ingo says, endeared by the boy's enthusiasm. "And who might you be, young man?"

"I'm Benny!" The kid says, shoving a thumb into his chest before pointing it at Ingo. "And I've got a surprise for you! Come on out, buddy!"

The kid throws the Dusk Ball, and in a flash of bright light, a Cofagrigus appears before him. Ingo's hand flies over his mouth, and he tries to rein in tears. It might not be-

"Sing, buddy!" Benny encourages, and Cofagrigus begins to sing a low tune. Ingo sniffles. It is. It's your Cofagrigus. It's you. "Show him all the presents you brought!"

Cofagrigus gives an echoing trill, and swings its door open. Out flutters letters, wrapped packages, and even a few of your and his things from his time in Hisui. Cofagrigus has kept it all safe, for hundreds of years.

Ingo lets out a soft sob, striding over to embrace and pet the Pokémon. It sings to him, thrilled to be back with him, just as he is.

"Benny." Ingo sniffles, smiling at the child. "Thank you for bringing my friend to me. How did you know. . ?"

"I was playing with a Ouija Board in the woods!" Benny happily explains. "Buddy here came and told me it belonged to you! So it helped me beat the Battle Subway to come meet you!" Benny passes over the Dusk Ball. "Here you go."

"I owe you quite a lot, Benny." Ingo smiles again as Cofagrigus pats the child's head, earning a delighted laugh. "Cofagrigus feels the same. What could we ever do to repay you?"

Benny grins. "Battle me! I wanna see how strong Cofagrigus can be!"

Ingo straightens up, a hand on Cofagrigus, the memory of your smile in his head. "Can do! And afterwards, perhaps you can help me sort through all these items Cofagrigus brought me?"

"Sure!"

Yes, Ingo is happy to be home.

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God y'all are all so dang smart, coming up with all these great ideas and such. Have a great night, love <3