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mannequinreligi0n · 6 months ago

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No. 1 Party Anthem

vergil is a 20 something frat boy who hates his life but my mans finally gets a little smooch at a house party

pairing: frat bro!Vergil x gn reader

wc: 2k

warnings: noneeee

author’s note: based off of my edit bc the world needed a vergil college au i guess . also didn’t really proofread sorry

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Vergil brushed off the lint on his letterman, scowling at his appearance in the mirror. Kappa Alpha was throwing their monthly rager at the flagship house on campus and all members were expected to attend, even poor Vergil, who was regretfully their treasurer. He had come up with every excuse he could - big exams, feeling ill, pulled muscle, but it was futile. With a reluctant sigh, Vergil combs back his hair for the umpteenth time and tosses the comb into the sink, stepping out of the bathroom. The house is already empty, Vergil being the last to leave for the party. A grimace of annoyance appears on his face as he hops down the stairs to the front door.

The house where the party is being held would be impossible to miss. Students flood out of the overpacked house, the bass rumbling the sidewalk as Vergil steps to it. He pushes past the initial crowd to fight his way inside, trying to make a beeline for the kitchen to drown out his contempt with alcohol. A shout to his left makes him groan in his throat, turning to see his fraternity brother, Jake, hurdle towards him.

“There he is! My man!”

Jake clasps Vergil’s back with a crooked smile, his shirt already halfway unbuttoned and covered in spills. Vergil shrivels at the touch but forces a half-assed smirk to Jake.

“Hello, Jacob,” Vergil says with a curt nod, side-glancing him. Jake was one of the only people Vergil tolerated in the fraternity. He was loud and could be outsmarted by a pigeon, but he was an honest man that had worked hard to get into their school, which Vergil respected.

“Thought you’d take the strike to your squeaky clean record instead of showing,” Jake slurred out, slinging his arm around Vergil and walking him deeper into the house. “I owe Sam ten bucks.”

Vergil scoffs and shrugs off Jake’s arm, looking at him with disapproval. “You placed a bet on my attendance? Are you a child?” Vergil pushes his way into the kitchen, shaking his head, but he can’t help the microscopic smile of amusement from forming on his face.

“Kids can’t gamble, Vergil. That’s illegal,” Jake laughs, opening the fridge in search of beer he clearly doesn’t need.

Vergil huffs lightly, unwillingly entertained by the simple nature of his “friend”. Jake cracks open a bottle with his belt buckle, chugging a third down before grabbing a second bottle and tossing it to Vergil. He catches it with ease and opens it with one of his knuckles, popping the cap off. Jake, in his drunken state, is amazed by the display and whistles, stepping forward to pat Vergil’s shoulder.

“Man, you got me tinglin’ from that. Imagine if one of these chicks caught sight of those magic fingers.”

And with that, Jake ruffles Vergil’s particular hair and stumbles out of the kitchen, shouting nonsense to anyone who’s listening. Vergil pouts and runs a hand through the hair he spent precisely 37 minutes on, feeling the heaviness of the now empty kitchen. Taking a swig of his beer, he exits and looks around the swarmed living room, his stomach churning with anxiety. It was taking everything in him to not run home with his tail between his legs, but Vergil was no quitter - he had to see it through. Reluctantly, he shoves through the rowdy, hormonal college students to the back of the room, eyeing an empty seat on the couch. He flops down with a grunt and tries to wash away his nerves with the beer sweating into his palm.

“Smile!”

The voice makes Vergil jump, his eyes pulling away from the frays of the rug beneath his feet. Looking up, he sees you holding a video camera, a bright smile on your face. Vergil scrunches his nose and pushes the camera out of his face.

“The hell are you doing?”

“Filming, duh,” you say with sass, closing the viewfinder and lowering the camera. You note the lettering on the front of his jacket, pointing at it. “You’re Kappa Alpha, yeah?”

“I am,” Vergil nods, eyeing you with suspicion. “What of it?”

“Simon’s paying me to film the party, said something about ‘capturing the vibes’ - and I’m not one to turn down free money.”

You gesture at the empty cushion beside him, silently asking to sit. Vergil’s frown remains but he nods once, scooting all the way over to the arm rest to avoid touching you. Simon is in charge of the social media aspect of their fraternity. Vergil has little care for such trivial things, but can acknowledge its importance to the others. He glances down at the camcorder in your hands as you sit, raising an eyebrow.

“Simon asked, huh? How do you know him?”

“He’s dating my friend, Sophie. She’s in Delta Delta Delta,” you offer him a small smile, continuing on. “My major is film, so guess he thought I’d be a good fit or whatever.”

You shrug and lean back on the couch, reopening the camcorder to film the surrounding partygoers. Vergil takes advantage of the lull in conversation to study you, sipping his beer. The casualness in your body language is….refreshing, making him not completely repulsed by the notion of indulging in conversation with you. He scans your attire and notes the lack of lettering on your clothes, signifying your lack of attachment to Greek life despite your connections. He clears his throat, alternating the half-empty beer bottle to the other hand and wiping the free one on his jeans to rid the condensation and sweat. He prays you don’t notice the slight tremble in his fingers.

“I don’t believe I got your name,” he starts, extending his hand to you with an aloof expression. “I’m Vergil.”

“Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

You shake his hand gently, the smile on your face contrasting his flat-lined one, turning to meet his stormy blues before retreating your hand. Your attention returns to the camera, turning it in Vergil’s direction. He stiffens up but attempts to smile at the blinking red light, conjuring up the most pathetic wave you’ve ever seen in your life. Your head falls back with laughter, lowering the camcorder.

“Yeah, okay, maybe no more Vergil content. Here, why don’t you film?”

You slip your hand from the strap and hold it out to Vergil. Surprise crosses Vergil’s face as he looks at the offered camera. He finishes off his beer and sets the bottle down on the table in front of you two, his hands shaking as he hesitates to grab it from you.

“Are you sure? I-…I have no experience with film,” he asks, his eyes trying to search for any trickery or mock in your face.

“You don’t need experience,” you chuckle, taking his hand and guiding it to hold the camera. “It’s already recording, just point it at anything interesting.”

Vergil’s fingers twitch at your touch, his heart hammering behind his ribs at the warmth. It’s been a long winter without the intimate touch of another, and his body was setting off alarms, screaming at him to not be a coward. He nods and grips the camera, lifting it to focus on the chatting students, the LED lights casting shadows of blues and purples all over their faces. You scoot closer to him and lean to point out different functions of the camera, showing him which buttons do what. Vergil nods along silently, trying to focus on your lecture and not the sweetness of your perfume or the way your lips curl and fold as you speak. You watch with interest as he moves the camera around, his eyes trained on the screen as he toys with the zooms and puts different people in frame.

Your words echo in his mind as he shoots the video.

Anything interesting.

Vergil finds his hand drifting to your direction, pointing the camera at your face. He zooms out the video to perfectly frame your head in the viewfinder, swallowing at the sight of you grainy and ethereal on the screen. A flash of pride brightens your face, your teeth glistening on-screen.

“See, you’re a natural!”

Your praise rings every bell in his head, his face flushing a soft pink; it takes everything in him to not melt into the couch. He plays it off and lowers the camera with a huff.

“Tch, it’s easy. Anyone could do it,” he mutters out, shutting the viewfinder to stop the video. He hands the camcorder back to you, his fingers feeling that spark again as you take it back. Your soft smile remains as you study his face up close, your eyes lingering a second too long on his lips. Vergil notices your gaze and shifts his eyes away from you awkwardly, trying to ignore the urge to give in to such base-level desires. Your voice breaks his train of thought, making his eyes return to you.

“You’re different, you know. From the, uh - the rest of your frat.”

Vergil’s eyes widen with surprise, not at the statement (which he inherently knew to be true), but from the gentleness in your voice when saying it. There was no malice or teasing - just an honest observation. It made that blush he tried to hide initially rage into a deep red, creeping all the way down to his neck.

“I-…Thank you,” he stammers out, his blinking eyes trying to search for anything to look at other than your kind eyes and plush lips.

‘Don’t be a coward, Vergil. You can do this.’

He swallows the heart thumping in his throat and reaches for your face, cradling your cheek with uncharacteristic tenderness. With a deep breath, he leans forward and presses his lips to yours with reservation. He practically expects you to push him away with disgust, preparing himself for the inevitable rejection.

But you don’t.

You gasp against his mouth with surprise, but soon drape your arms around his neck, reciprocating the kiss. With a tilt of your head, you antagonize the kiss, daring him to continue. His other hand grips at the fabric of your shirt that’s bunched at your waist, tugging you selfishly closer. Vergil’s brain is completely lobotomized by the intimate moment, the music and voices bouncing off the walls falling onto deaf ears. Tongues swirling with desire, he can taste the alcohol on your lips mix with his own, making his breathing labored and unsteady. Your fingers twirl and tug at strands of his white hair, shooting lightning bolts of gratification down his spine. He could happily die at this moment. His hand on your shirt moves to palm desperately at the flesh beneath, craving - no, needing more.

Fuck this party.

Curse every goddamn person here for violating this sacred moment.

He’s a second away from pulling you onto his lap when the sound of your name from the ether crashes into his ears. You pull away at the call, turning to see who it is, and Vergil can’t hold in the lame whimper that leaves him. A pretty blonde prances over, presumably your friend, and grabs your arm with a smile, saying it’s time to go, if you want to keep your ride home. Your eyes meet Vergil’s as you stand and mirror the disappointment and longing in his. You snatch your arm from your friend and sigh.

“Alright, alright - hold up.”

You shove the camcorder that fell forgotten on the couch into your bag and pull out a sharpie in its place. Leaning over, you gingerly grasp Vergil’s wrist and push up his jacket sleeve. Uncapping the pen with your teeth, you scribble your number onto his skin. Vergil stares down at it with awe, wishing it was a tattoo needle, instead of a marker. His puppy dog eyes stare up at you as you re-cap the sharpie, putting it away.

“Call me, okay?” you shout, that charming smile spreading on your angelic face as your friend wisps you away. Vergil can’t do anything but stare dumbly at your fading frame, watching you get swallowed up by the hoard of people. His eyes flicker back down to his forearm, committing your touch and scribbling to memory.

He was totally gonna call you first thing tomorrow.

#vergil sparda #devil may cry #oneshot #fanfic #vergil sparda x reader #dmc vergil #vergil x reader #writing #dmc

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narcissarina · 11 months ago

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Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chapter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun || Chapter 5: The sun || Chapter 6: The moon || Chapter 7: The moon || Chapter 8: The sun || Chapter 9: The sun || Chapter 10: The outsider || Chapter 11: The moon

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 2,512

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

CHAPTER 12:

THE SUN

I look in the mirror, seeing my reflection as Ajax maids were assign to dress up for something appropriate to meet the one they called ‘The Tsaritsa’.

“Do I really look like her late-daughter?” I asked Scara, who’s been pacing around the room then sitting down the soft couch, he shrugged and looks at me, “that’s what Ajax told me.”

I nod in acknowledgement and look back at my reflection, the maid pinning and clipping something in my hair, my hair styled in a bun—curls from each side of my face and a ribbon clipped into my bun.

“finished!” the maid yelled, I stood and twirl around to see the whole picture of myself, I look like an entirely different person now. I couldn’t recognize myself, all I think was I’m just a lady behind the café counter serving customers but never thought an expensive outfit would really fit me.

“you look gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” I gave a twirl and a little bow in front of him, he smiled and I could feel him eye me from head to heels, he stood and put his hands on my waist—pulling me close and bury his nose against the crook of my neck as I feel him inhale my perfume scent. “Smells like tulips…” he mutter and lean back, making our forehead touch.

I try to shove him off of me, he chuckled, “oh, darling. After all these times—you are still resisting.” He snatched my wrist and pull them around his neck—nuzzling his nose to mine.

“Off.” I utter, trying to wiggle my way out of his grasp.

I heard a snicker from the door, I turn my head to my side and see Ajax leaning against the doorframe and taking pictures of us. “All done being a lovey-dovey to each other that you’re now practically going to smooch each other?” Ajax asked, Scara flip him off by giving the ginger haired boy a fuck you finger while his other hand remain on my waist.

“We should leave now, don’t want Her Majesty to wait.” Ajax suggested and gave a chuckle at what Scara’s doing, “after this, I’m taking her home.”

Ajax gave it a thought and maintain a smile and his eye contact to Scara, “that would be the Tsaritsa’s decision, not yours partner.” Scara rolled his eyes then pulled himself away, snatching my hand to his and dragging me away from Ajax and away from the room.

“The sooner we go, the better.” He mutter as we got to one of Ajax car, he open the door for me to step inside—closing the door as he circle around for the other to get himself in, I saw Ajax jogging his way here. He was chuckling and laughing at himself. He turn to the passenger seat, got in and made himself comfortable.

“I hope you’re not too nervous to meet Her Majesty,” Ajax smiled at me when he turns to look at me—giving me one of his warm smile, Scara rolled his eyes as I nodded at him. “She’s a lovely person, you’ll get to know her in time.” And with that, the car took off with me, Scara and Ajax in the same black car.

I could only calm my nerves, smile and not think for the worst.

I glance at Scara leaning his head against the car window, softly shutting his eyes to rest.

I could only swallow my saliva and just go with the flow, if she really is the most powerful mafia that has more resources—then she’s the kind of person who you don’t wanna mess with.

I was nodding off from my seat, someone’s tapping my arm as a voice that is soft and calm try to pry me awake. “Sunshine… Up… wake up…” the voice started to become more clear as I flutter my eyes open, I yawn and stretched my limbs in the seat. Focusing my vision as I look at my surroundings,

I see before us is gate, slowly opening as if we’re in a grand ball. I see little pretty flowers: Tulips, roses, lavenders, and more. The house was ginormous and old fashioned luxury. I was jolted awake from the sound of Ajax tone of voice, “you ready?!” he yelled, mix with enthusiasm and nervousness—as if he’s trying to calm his own nerves down.

But I admired the Tsaritsa’s front garden, pretty little tulips had been growing healthy and beautiful.

Ajax said that the Tsaritsa is as equally as beautiful as her garden, well—considering how fancy this woman’s name is, she’s might be as pretty as Ajax said. Heck, probably even prettier than the garden itself.

I was nervous, Scara noticed that I’m uncontrollably tapping my heels inside the car, his hand touch my thigh—caressing my skin with his thumb and giving me an assuring look, he didn’t said anything. Probably because words wouldn’t work this time, so physical touch and assuring glare is all that he has… For now.

I was spacing out, I didn’t noticed that he retreat his hand—got out of the car and got to my door to open it for me, he called out my name, “let’s stay out here and enter when you’re ready.” I smiled at him, I don’t usually give him a friendly gesture since he’s my stalker and not only that—he’s a mafia.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, I look at Scara then look at the distance where Ajax is idly waiting at the house front door, he notice me and smiled. “I’m okay, and let’s go.” Scara smiled and held his hand mid air for me to take, I took it as he guide me slowly at the house where Ajax is standing. As if we’re in the altar and Ajax is the priest to pronounce us as husband and wife.

What are you thinking?

“Ready?” Ajax asked.

I nodded and took a deep breath, “ready.”

“She’s a lovely lady, don’t worry.” Ajax assured and have the guards of the front door open the door for us.

“Yeah, lovely. The more I don’t trust her.” I heard Scara mutter under his breath, it made me chuckle at how much against he is to this but still proceed to do so, because of guilt is it?

We enter, look around as my jaw almost drop when I saw the insides of this ginormous mansion—she’s giving old money fashion, many vintage stuff here and there and there. There’s also a lot of portraits hanging from wall to wall.

I was too distracted admiring the décor of the house that I bumped into Scaras back. I let out a small ‘oof’ sound, I look over his shoulder and see a slender but tall woman, probably three or four taller than Scara and I. She was smiling faintly, as if she wasted her enegery for a single smile, she was facing Ajax.

I didn’t quite hear what they’re talking, Scaras shielding me using himself—he didn’t even looked at me. But has his focus on the woman and the ginger haired, I could only stay in my ground and not make a move until I’m told to do so—it’s better to play it safe in this house than be sorry.

“Where is she?” The lady had a smile to her face, not wide but enough to see the white of her teeth, Scara seems to stay his ground—refusing to walk nor even flinch. He was shielding me, did he not want the Tsaritsa to see me when he got all the trouble to doll me up and accompany me here?

The lady was moving her head from her left and right then back at Ajax, I push Scara to move the both of us closer so I can hear what they’re saying.

“Calm down, Your Majesty.” Ajax smiles, trying to calm the excited but also stressed woman, she’s clearly stress and been down lately.

“She’s right here.” Ajax point, the lady looked as her eyes met mine, “oh my god…” her voice squeal and rushes at me—making Scara jolt and move away for a bit.

“So pretty,” she keeps complimenting as I keep mumbling thank yous and you too to her. “You’re so… Little.” She pat my head like I’m a little pup,

Her smile felt warm, she’s a few inch taller than me. It made me look like a little kid in her perspective, “come dear, let me give you a personal tour to the mansion.” She offered, gently guiding out the door as I look back at Ajax and Scara, Ajax was waving at me while having his free hand hovering over to Scara’s shoulder as his expression tells annoyance.

I follow along side the Tsaritsa as she tour me around her home, there was a lot of room to remember just to make sure that I don’t get lost. She told me a story that she has a daughter that exactly look just like me but older and mature. We’d go to room to room, not going to lie—her house is so fucking big to the point I’m getting motion sick.

I watch the garden outside as I let her play with my hair as I sat on the soft cushion on the ground as I watch butterflies flee and flowers being watered, I don’t know why I’m letting her do this to me but maybe because I felt bad for her.

Hours passed and the lady is still taking me around, only when my stomach grumble is where she started preparing dishes as if her daughter never actually died…

I sat down quietly with Scara and Ajax on my side while the Tsaritsa is right across us. The lady was happily chatting her heart away as Ajax lean to whisper in my ear, “you brought a smile at Her Majesty’s face today. Thank you.” he hums and went back eating his dish while letting the Tsaritsa ramble interesting things about her.

We were having a good time actually, I love how the steak was cook and seasoned, it was like a life in luxury.

Scara took a few bites and nod to what the lady is saying, until it grown quiet—a man approach the Tsaritsa and whisper something. The lady nod and settle her utensils down and stood up, “thank you for keeping me company this afternoon. I truly appreciate it.” She smiled, tuck her coat up and took her purse.

We got up and bow our head down as Ajax said a gesture of respect to the Tsaritsa, she circle around the table and stop before me—her hands reach to caress both of my cheeks as she lean down to my height to hug me, her fingertips glides along my back as I try returning the hug—I swear I felt a warm tear drop off from my shoulder, “thank you.” She whispered and walked away.

Smash—

Someone broke the glass, the shattering was heard from another room. “We must get Her Majesty to safety!” one of the guards yelled, as the others charge and started shooting.

I don’t like the sound of the gun being triggered, it was too loud. Thankfully Scara covered me with his tux and ran me with the Tsaritsa—the lady grabbed me and ran with me, “Scara!” I yelled, “get to safety, I’ll meet you there.” He yelled and took out his gun and started shooting.

We ran and ran, I began to get dizzy and my breathing hyperventilating. Tears streaming down my cheeks as I felt overwhelm and too scared to even move, the lady came into a halt and hushes me like I’m a child. But she’s right, I feel like a child in this situations rather than being a grown adult. But hearing shots isn’t something that my heart could take, it's just too much.

You got to keep yourself together.

I try to distract myself with my thoughts, my hands started shaking as I feel like my ears were going to ring. A hand reached out to my trembling hands, wrapping them between her hands—the lady coo and hushes me, “hey, angel.” She called and brought me close to her, “It’s ok, I’m here.”

We got in a room where we’re away from the shooting, the Tsaritsa guide me to something soft to sit on. I took a few deep breaths and finally calmed down, although I’m deeply worried for Scara and Ajax out there.

“What’s happening?”

“It seems like an intruder broke in.”

I nod and look down at my trembling hands, the lady clasp it with hers and caress my hand with her thumb, “it’s okay, knowing them—they’ll be fine.” The lady assures and stood up, “I’ll make sure to find you some blanket in this room, I’ll back.”

I nodded and let her do her thing while I stare off into space, I hear a clank as if something dropped in the room, “Her Majesty?” I called, turning my head from left to right. She peak her head and smiled at me, “yes dear?”

“I hear something drop in here.” I say and the lady came back with a blanket in hand and wrapped me like a little burrito, “I think you’re just paranoid, ange—” her sentences were cut off as she and I smells something funny.

Gas.

She panicked and easily carried me in her arms, as if I weight nothing. How strong are these people that they could carry a grown ass woman like me? Do I weight nothing?

She got into a room to get away from the gas and turn to me, I feel too weak and too scare to run, “Listen, the gas we just smell are sleeping gas, it has a funny smell, right?” I nod and she proceeds, “inhale enough of it and you’ll get knocked out pretty quickly.”

The lights flicker, shit.

The gas came closer until I start coughing from the smell, the Tsaritsa covered herself with a mask—always coming ready, but I don’t have one.

The lights gone out.

The door bang.

Only the light in the Tsaritsa’s phone is the only light source.

I felt a hand tug me, it was gentle at first but it became aggressive as if it’s trying to pull me away, “Scara?” I called, he didn’t answer—normally, he would always say ‘yes, sunshine?’ instead I was met with silence.

The lady put a light who was tugging me front behind, it wasn’t him. No, it wasn’t either Ajax or Scara, It was someone else, a cloth was placed firmly to cover my nose and mouth, preventing me to scream—panic sets in, I struggle and tries to fight them off of me.

“let go of her!” Tsaritsa yelled, trying to fight them off in the dark. I was losing consciousness… my eyelids felt more heavy, the only thing I knew is that someone’s taking me away.

The Tsaritsa… tries to fight but there’s too many of them…

I don’t know what to do…

My eyes shut as I blacked out yet again…

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Chapter 13: THE SUN

(A/N: so sorry if it feels like this chapter is shit😭😭‼️ I'll make it up for chapter 13, I pinky-promise🥹🥹)

#thank you for 165 followers🥹🥹🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻#Idk how many chapter are there since this isn't planned lol #genshin impact #dark romance #darkened desires series #scaramouche fanfic #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche #genshin scara #Mafia!Scaramouche #Mafia!Scara #tysm for enjoying this series😭😭🙏#I'll be planning on making another one lol

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mercurygguk · 4 years ago

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the first year | jjk (m)

genre; parents au + established relationship au

pairing; dad!jungkook x fem reader

✎ summary; in which jungkook learns that his new life as a parent can be difficult at times and that it takes a great amount of patience, but even with all that, jungkook wouldn’t trade it for anything.

warnings; my weak attempt at being funny, jungkook as a dad, SMUT; sexual activities, fingering, swearing, light dirty talk, actual sex, jungkook being a simp for his baby mama

word count; 4,121

➵ READ PART 1 HERE

a/n; here’s a part 2 of my dad!jungkook fic - hope you like it, enjoy!! also, please feel free to give some feedback <3 didn’t proof read at all, ignore any possible typos thx

Parenting is anything but easy.

That is something Jungkook has learned after the first few months of being a dad. His daughter is usually very easy to handle, very peaceful at most times and over all a very happy baby. However, she likes to wake him up in the middle of the night with loud cries. At this point Jungkook can’t even remember what it feels like to get 8 hours of sleep at night.

Tonight seems to be another one of those nights. Her cries are nothing but irritation, not satisfied with the lack of attention. Jungkook has learned the differences in her cries from the way they sound and whether there are tears or not. Sometimes she’s only doing it just to get some attention when all she really has to do is sleep. She must have inherited her mother’s temper and need for attention.

A heavy sigh falls from Jungkook’s lips, eyes still closed as he waits a few moments, hoping she’ll fall back to sleep without him having to get up and go to her room. Beside him, his girlfriend and the mother of his daughter is stirring, turning over to face Jungkook’s back. Scooting closer, you reach out to touch his back, your palm running up and down.

“I’ll get her,” you softly tell him, speaking into the darkness before blindlessly pressing a kiss to the skin of his back. Before you can get out of bed, Jungkook is getting up. You watch as he drags his feet out of the bedroom and down the small hallway to where his daughter is currently having a midnight crying fit. A small smile sneaks its way onto your lips, knowing he doesn’t mind getting her in the middle of the night despite how tired he sounds and looks.

There’s nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for her.

Jungkook carefully opens the door, peeking his head inside to see his 7-month-old daughter standing up in her crib, her hands tightly gripping the edge to hold herself up. He switches on the night lamp on her dresser, lighting up the room in a warm glow. Her big brown eyes with long lashes looks at him, no tears in sight, just a small mischievous grin on her face because he’s there to check on her again. The way she has him wrapped around her tiny pinky finger is beyond him.

“You little tease,” he coos with a smile as he steps closer to the crib, immediately picking her up when she reaches for him. Once she’s in his arms, she cuddles closer to him, head neatly tucked into the crook of his neck. Jungkook sighs deeply in content, running his hand up and down her back as he makes his way out of her room and back to you in the bedroom. You’re still awake when he appears in the doorway, a knowing smirk on your face as he moves closer to the bed. You reach out while pouting, wanting your baby girl in your arms. She’s already half asleep again as Jungkook hands her over before climbing into bed.

Jungkook watches with pure adoration in his eyes as the two most important girls in his life are cuddling up against him. You glance up at him, noticing the small smile he always seems to sport whenever you catch him looking at you and your daughter. She’s fully asleep now, completely unaware of the way her parents are watching her with proudness in their eyes and hearts.

“We got lucky, huh?” You softly say.

Nodding, Jungkook intertwines your free hand with his.

“We really did.”

“You know what we should?”

You turn to look at Jungkook, eyebrows raised in question. He looks out of the window in the living room, watching the skyline and tapping his chin as if he’s in deep thought. You wait patiently until he looks your way.

“We should throw a party for Areum’s 1st birthday,” he says. You give him a look only to receive one back.

You scoff lightly, “you don’t think I haven’t thought of that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Well, you never mentioned it, so how should I know?”

Pretending to be offended, you place a hand on your chest and let out another scoff. Jungkook chuckles at your silliness, scooting closer before pulling you onto his lap. You smile at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Of course, we’re throwing her a party. It’s her first one after all.”

Smiling, Jungkook rubs his palms up and down your thighs. Soon the smile falls from his lips. You frown as you watch it happen, his eyes falling to look at anything but your face. You know what he’s thinking, he’s mentioned it before.

“I can’t believe she’s already a year old soon,” he mumbled. You smile softly, reaching up to run a hand through his hair to remove it from his face. He looks at you again, a sad smile on his face now. “She’s growing so fast, it terrifies me.”

“Oh, I know, baby,” you coo, “but she can’t stay tiny forever, you know that.”

He sighs deeply. “Yeah, I know. I just wish I could slow down time sometimes.”

Your heart aches watching him being this sad over something so inevitable. He loves her so much and he’ll do anything to protect her, go to great lengths to get her whatever she needs. It warms your heart, makes you wonder if you ever could’ve found someone more perfect than him if you didn’t have him?

“She’ll always need you, Jungkook. Even when she’ll say she doesn’t.”

“Areum, sweetheart, no- watch out!”

You watch with wide, horrified eyes as your daughter climbs onto the couch and stands up, wobbling on her very unstable legs. You’re not quick enough to get up and catch her before she tumbles to the ground, her head thankfully not hitting the floor as hard as it could’ve. A loud cry sounds throughout the living room, tears welling up in her eyes as you pick her up.

You examine her for any injuries while cradling her to you. When you don’t see any, you press a kiss on the top of her head. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, it’s okay,” you coo, holding her close as she cries it out.

As she sniffles against your shirt, a thousand thoughts run through your mind. Firstly, Jungkook must never know this happened. Secondly, you feel like the worst mother ever, the way you just let her climb up there without support and basically just watching her fall down and almost hit her head very badly.

“Oh, God,” you breathe out, letting out a quiet cry of panic.

The front door opens, your boyfriend’s humming sounding throughout the apartment. You listen as he kicks off his shoes and unzips his jacket. You quickly check Areum’s face for visible tears, hurriedly drying off the remnants with your sleeve. You press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, flashing her a smile before picking up a toy, handing it to her and pretending her fall didn’t just happen minutes ago.

“Hey babe,” Jungkook appears in the living room, smiling widely at the two of you. He’s quick to come closer, reaching out for Areum and picking her up. He smooches her cheeks with a smile, but it’s without her usual reaction of laughter. You watch, waiting until it hits him. His smile falters, glancing at you whose face is grimacing in apology already.

The red spots from tears on her small, soft cheeks is what gives it away. That and how quiet she is when usually she’s laughing hysterically when Jungkook smooches her.

“Has she been crying? And is that a bump on her forehead?” He asks, turning to look at you.

“Yeah...” you trail off, wincing as your boyfriend stares you down in suspicion, “we might’ve had a small accident-”

“____!” Jungkook exclaims, horrified as he sits down on the couch with Areum in his lap. He examines her like you did when the fall happened, worry written all over his face. You sigh deeply, getting up from the floor to take a seat beside him. “How did this happen? Did you not watch her?”

“I did!” You quickly defend yourself, “she was crawling onto the couch and before I knew it she was falling down head first into the rug!”

Jungkook exhales, looking back at Areum who’s playing with the thin silver chain around his neck. The bump on her forehead doesn’t look too bad. “I guess the rug took most of the fall, the bump isn’t that big.”

“Oh God, I’m the worst mom ever!” You cry out at the sight of the small bump on your daughter’s head, wrapping yourself around Jungkook’s arm, your face hidden in his shoulder. Jungkook can’t help but roll his eyes. You always have to be so dramatic, thinking the worst about yourself when this could’ve happened to any parent.

“____,” he calls out, catching your attention. You sniffle lightly, lifting your head to look up at him. He smiles at you. “You’re not the worst mom ever, okay? You’re the best and this minor accident doesn’t define your entire role as a mother. She’s okay, look.”

You look at your daughter, her attention still focused on the silver chain, although now her small mouth is curved into a small smile. You smile at her, Jungkook does too. “It’s just a tiny bump,” he tells you, pausing before saying: “there will probably be much worse in the future.”

Gasping, you slap his upper arm causing Areum to let out that precious baby laugh. “Don’t jinx it!”

Jungkook is in a good mood, a pep in his step as he makes his way up to yours and his apartment, fully aware that you’re probably already cooking a delicious meal and making everything ready for your ‘date night’. The drive back from his parents’ place, where he just dropped off Areum, was filled with loud music that made him even more excited for finally having some time with you alone after God knows how long.

Once he steps through the front door, a delicious aroma of his favorite dish hits his nostrils causing him to let out a deep sigh of content. He quickly slips off his shoes and jacket before making his way to the kitchen. Feel-good songs are playing on the speaker and you’re moving around while preparing the food, singing along and just enjoying yourself. You’re not aware of Jungkook standing behind you, a big grin on his face.

Deciding to surprise you, he sneaks up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. You jump lightly in his embrace, turning your head slightly to see that it is in fact the love of your life who’s hugging you.

“Hi,” you softly say, smiling when he presses his lips to your cheek in a soft kiss.

“Mhm,” he hums in response, “it smells delicious, baby.”

“Good for you that your favorite dish is the one I make the best,” you smirk, flipping the steaks on the pan. Jungkook chuckles before agreeing with you. You turn the heat down before turning around in his arms, coming face to face with him. Without another thought he leans in and steals a quick peck. He grins at you when he pulls back to look at you again. “Go get cleaned up,” you tell him, pushing him away from you.

“I love you,” he smiles sweetly as he backs away and heads towards the bedroom. You watch with a lovesick smile, your eyes automatically landing on his butt because it’s right there and you can’t help yourself. Something tells you, you won't finish dinner at the table, but in bed instead.

Sure enough, you stayed at the table until you finished the main dish. You had prepared dessert as well but Jungkook is in the mood for another kind of dessert – that’s what he had said when he got up from his seat before pulling you from yours and tugging you towards the bedroom. Screw the ice cream, you thought to yourself and allowed Jungkook to guide you to the bed.

Ever since Areum was born you’ve had few chances of being alone with Jungkook, enjoying his company and the love he always stores deep inside of him until he feels like showering you in it.

It’s slow but hurried, it’s passionate and yet filled with desperation, it’s you and him together in your own bubble. Your eyes close shut as Jungkook traces your skin with his lips, his hands running over and feeling your curves and every dip in your body. His lips brush across the faint stretch marks on your stomach, his hands cupping your breasts softly yet firmly.

“God, you’re the most beautiful mama to ever exist,” Jungkook groans as he hovers over you, looking you up and down, noticing every single detail of your body and skin. You smile, a faint blush covering your cheeks as he dips down to kiss you softly. His tongue meets yours halfway, a soft moan falling from your mouth and into his. He swallows the whimpers you let out as he reaches down, fingers running between your lower lips, the wetness there evident to him.

“Jungkook,” you sigh in pleasure against his lips as he rolls your clit with his thumb, “more, please.”

He smirks softly, lips moving from your lips to your cheeks and further down to the top of your breasts, peppering kisses all over you. All your senses are on fire, the feeling of his lips, his fingers, his body against yours, the growing erection against your leg. Your hand reaches down to rub against it through his boxers, the only piece of clothing separating his cock from your clenching hole. You’re whimpering against him as the pressure from his thumb on your clit is edging you closer to your release.

“J-jungkook, please, I need you,” you gasp, you're moving automatically against his fingers causing more friction, “n-need you so bad.”

“That desperate for my cock, huh baby?” He teases, smoothly sinking his fingers inside of you, “you want me to finish you off now or would you like to cum all over my cock?”

You moan at his words, back arching up against him. “Your cock, please, wanna cum all over it.”

A grunt leaves Jungkook as he imagines it before him. It doesn’t take long for him to strip off his boxers, throwing them onto the floor beside the bed. You anticipate the stretch, already clenching around nothing as Jungkook lines himself up with your entrance. You reach for his hand just as he starts pushing past your walls, stretching you open so deliciously in a way you’ll never be able to handle without gasping in pure pleasure. Jungkook intertwines his hand with yours as he keeps it pressed against the mattress right beside your head.

He bottoms out, filling you to the brim. He breathes out heavily, his breathing ragged as he lets you adjust to his impressive width and length. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” he rasps out as he pulls out and pushes back in, watching the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, “my pretty baby all fucked out.”

It blows your mind how he always manages to make it so dirty yet soft. You’re already a mess beneath him and he’s barely begun. “Oh god, Jungkook-”

A forceful push of his hips has you gasping, a high pitched moan tumbling from your lips. His hips connect with yours in a rhythm, skin against skin, the lewd sounds of your wetness and the feeling of Jungkook thrusting and grinding into you. His lips are back against your skin, your collarbones earning kisses and small bites, your free hand running from his lower back and up his spine to the hair in his neck. You tug at it, earning a grunt from Jungkook. Lifting his head, he looks you in the eye, his lips slightly parted as he works you both to your highs.

His eyes are soft while his actions are far from it, the look he’s giving you tells you everything he doesn’t say out loud. “Oh my god, I’m gonna- fuck,” you gasp, tightening your hold on his hand, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Me too, baby, me too,” Jungkook moans, leaning down to press his lips to yours, kissing you like it would be the last. He swallows your whimpers, your moans and gasps as your orgasm hits you hard. Jungkook follows you, his orgasm hitting him as you clench around him. He stills inside of you, moaning deeply at the feeling of you clenching and milking him for every drip of cum. He’s panting as he comes down, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Yours and his breathing is the only thing you can hear in the room as you both try to collect yourselves. Your fingers are caressing his scalp as he stays in your arms, letting his weight rest upon you. Silence engulfs you and him, Jungkook’s breathing clashing against your neck, your fingers dancing across the skin on his back. You can feel his cum trickling out of you, but you don’t really care at this point, just enjoying the moment and worrying later about the mess that is the sheets.

Jungkook’s thoughts are running a hundred miles per hour as he lays in silence with you close against him. His thoughts shift from the first time he met you to when he first kissed you to the way you told him you loved him before he told you. Then his thoughts wander on to his daughter, the tiny person he created with you just from the love between the two of you. There are so many memories with you, moments and life events he shares with you. An idea pops into his mind, it’s something he has been thinking about for a long time, he just didn’t find the right time yet. He wants to add another meaningful celebration of life and love to the memories he shares with you.

He wants to marry you.

Jungkook already asked for your parents’ approval. They told him yes in an instant, reminding him that he has a child with you and that the two of you are already past asking for approval. That thought alone makes Jungkook chuckle softly. He really did things with you in a messy order. First he slept with you then he dated you. Then he asked you to be his girlfriend and then after a few years he accidentally got you pregnant and now he’s thinking about proposing to you.

“What?” You ask, smiling softly as you hear Jungkook chuckle.

He rolls over, his back hitting the mattress and pulling you with him to lay halfway on top of him. He smiles at you, his fingers reaching out to tuck strands of your hair behind your ears.

“It just hit me how we’ve done things in a really random order,” he tells you. Your eyebrows pull together in confusion at his words. “First we slept together and then we started dating after that, then I asked you to be my girlfriend,” he’s grinning from ear to ear as you listen and he’s talking, reminiscing the years he’s spent with you. “I got you pregnant by accident and now we’re parents and I just…”

He falls silent, his smile faltering as he looks you in the eyes. You’re looking at him with those eyes that always hold so much love for him and Areum too. Beautiful eyes that can calm him at any given time, tell him everything’s gonna be alright without you saying anything. Jungkook would do anything to look into those eyes for the rest of his life. He could just ask you, right now in this very moment. It doesn’t have to be a candlelit dinner or with rose petals. What matters is you and him together in an intimate moment where all feelings lay in front of you, bared for the both of you to see.

“Marry me.”

You freeze, your fingertips that had returned to running over his skin freeze in their movement. Jungkook can tell your eyes are watering. You open your mouth to speak, a small voice coming out as you say: “w-what?”

Jungkook nods, “you heard me, baby,” he softly says.

“I’m-” You begin but cut yourself off. Jungkook watches as a wide smile spreads across your face, the first few tears falling from your eyes and running down your cheeks. He reaches out to wipe them away, smiling softly himself. “Oh my god,” you cry.

“So, is that a yes?”

Nodding, you crawl up to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, pressing your lips to his in a kiss. “Of course, it is! It’s a million times yes!” You say against his lips, pulling away slightly to rest your forehead against his. “I love you so much, Jungkook.”

“I love you the most, baby.”

Areum is 1 year old today.

She’s 1 year old and Jungkook isn’t sure how to handle it. His baby girl is growing up so fast and it both terrifies and amazes him. You seem to handle it pretty well, but Jungkook has a feeling you’re just very good at hiding it. There’s no way you’re not emotional about the fact that the baby you carried around for 9 months is already 1 year old.

“How’s my favorite granddaughter?” Jungkook’s mother coos as she walks right past her son and towards Areum who’s sitting on the rug in the living room, surrounded by her toys. Jungkook watches in disbelief how his mother doesn’t even give him a moment of attention, clearly only here to visit her grandchild.

“Mom, she’s your only granddaughter,” Jungkook deadpans before turning back to greet his father, “hey dad.”

Jungkook’s father gives him a tight hug before moving on to give you an even tighter hug. “How are you, ____?” He asks, smiling as he pulls away to look at you.

You smile in return. “I’m good! And you?”

“Same as always,” he shrugs, “not much happens when you reach a certain age.”

You chuckle at that, telling him to go say hi to his granddaughter. You watch as Areum greets his grandfather with a big grin, reaching out for him like she does with everyone she loves. You smile at the scenario in front of you, how Areum is the center of attention for all of her four grandparents. Your parents had arrived earlier than Jungkook’s, having kept Areum entertained for the past hour or so.

“Should we tell them today?” Jungkook asks as you join him in the kitchen, his voice low in case his mom should suddenly appear behind him. “You know, about that,” he points to the ring on your finger.

Smiling at him, you lean up and kiss him quickly on the lips. “Sure,” you agree with him, making him smile, “but remember it’s Areum’s day today. So we’ll just mention it and then move on with her birthday party.”

Jungkook nods at that. “Of course. Nothing is bigger than her 1st birthday-” he pauses at that, the fact hitting him once again. He then turns to you, giving you a confused look, “how are you not emotional about it at all? I literally cried when I gave her a bath last night.”

A laugh emits from your lips. “You cried? Because it’s your daughter's 1st birthday?”

Offended by how you’re finding his devastation humorous, Jungkook scoffs. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.”

You’re smiling at him in adoration as you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Jungkook hugs you back, pressing his lips to your temple. Areum’s laughter flows through the apartment causing the two of you to laugh yourselves. It’s like sweet music to your ears when Areum has a fit of giggles.

“I adore her so much, ____,” Jungkook suddenly says as he watches from the kitchen, watching how Areum is surrounded by her grandparents, having the best 1st birthday. You’re constantly smiling, you have been ever since Areum was born. The joy she brought with her when she came into the world is unlimited and you feel like you’re on top of the world for creating such a happy, lively small human being.

“I know, baby,” you tighten your arms around him, giving him a squeeze, “she’s the best thing that’s happened to us.”

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mirclealignr · 4 years ago

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Hello!!

Its been so long Ive missed you!!

How about a headcanon for regulus black and reader who loves to shower him with love and affection??

Idk if that made sense jfkfjfkfk

Anw love you💛

-🐳

hello my lovely anon, i’ve missed you too mwah ily. ty for requesting <33

SHOWERING REGULUS WITH AFFECTION ;

our boi reggie is a little affection / love shy.

i think at the beginning of your relationship, he probably wouldn’t mirror any of what you’d do to him

but because of his childhood and what he still goes through at home, you’d constantly want to make sure he knows he’s loved.

holding hands is a big one — you’d do it all the time and usually you’re the one to initiate it.

his hands would be just between rough and soft, but they’re his and you couldn’t think of anyone better to hold.

sometimes, he’d surprise you by rubbing circles against your skin as you held tightly to him

he’d squeeze tighter when you walked down the hill to the Black Lake, making sure you wouldn’t fall

but what he also did, that you were sure he had no idea the affect it had on you, was put his hand on the small of your back, steadying you

it made your heart soar.

kisses on the cheek were one of your favourites (and unbeknownst to you, also one of regulus’)

his cheeks would always blush rosy when you kissed him there

every time it sent butterflies soaring through his stomach and he’d close his eyes, relishing in the feeling of your lips against his skin.

often times when he was teasing you or when you were teasing him, you’d ruffle his hair

but when you were together, alone and quiet, you’d run your fingers through his locks and twist them around your finger

most of the time when you did this, he’d either be lying on your stomach, or sitting next to you in the common room

if it was the latter, you’d rest your elbow on the back of the sofa and play with the back of his hair gently

if it was the former, regulus would try to steady his breathing to yours while feeling like he was falling through space

he could think of few better things than laying with you while you ran your fingers through his hair

cuddling — this boy can give cuddles.

at first, he was a little awkward but eventually he became well versed in the art of cuddles.

when it was you lying on him, at first he didn’t really do anything, just placed his arm around you

but after a while, he’d play with your hair, rub circles into your back or pull you in tighter so he could rest his chin atop your head

overall he just made you feel safe.

when he was laying on you, you’d do all sorts —

play footsie with him, smooches on the head, playing with his hair, writing ‘i love yous’ into his back ...

whispering sweet nothings into his ear

“i love you, reg”

“you’re perfect”

“you complete me”

and every time he’d sigh, burying his face into the crook of your neck and sometimes, kissing it softly

evening walks were a common occurrence during your time at Hogwarts

Regulus enjoyed the night; there were fewer people and more stars.

he’d wrap his arm around your shoulders and walk in sync with you to the wooden bridge.

when you’d lean over the edge, he’d come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder

“do you see that star? that bright one?”

“well, it’s not nearly as bright as you”

“you outshine them all, dove”

when you were alone, you’d pepper him with kisses over his cheeks, nose, forehead and neck.

most of the time he’d laugh and try to cover his face

but sometimes he’d sit there so tranquilly, so in love, that he’d wait for you to stop just so he could pull you in for one long sweet kiss.

you had all sorts of pet names / nicknames for him — ‘reg’ - ‘reggie’ - ‘my love’ - ‘bubs’

and he didn’t use any for a while, they just didn’t roll naturally off the tongue at first

but then he’d start calling you ‘dove’ — and then came ‘treasure’ and then came the whispers of french in your ear

“je t’aime, mon chéri”

(don’t even pretend that wouldn’t make you nearly pass away)

and though you would always shower him with more outward affection, Regulus could not love you more deeply if he tried

— tags under the cut

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#regulus black #regulus headcanon #regulus black headcanons #harry potter hc #regulus black fic #regulus black fluff #regulus x you

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manikiswhippedfornandini · 3 years ago

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MaNan #ReadingTogether

Blurb!1: Nandini wants to read with her boyfriend on a cozy winter evening but Manik can't seem to keep his hands off her.

"So FUCKING soft!" Manik breathed against Nandini's skin, trying not to get possessed by the lingering lavender mist around her neck. His hands squeezing around her hips, wishing it to be molded there for an entire eternity.

Her soft whimpers acted as an addiction for him dying to capture those melodies in his ear drums, she was just so perfect. Manik groaned. His index finger tapping at the curve of her hip. While the little angel's attention was partly occupied by the romance novel sprawled on her lap, blessing of Manik Malhotra's personal library shelf at home.

"Manik!" She scolded, when she felt her overly clingy boyfriend drop wet smooches on the crook of her neck, squirming in his lap, her soft form curling into his hard one. She slapped his pervert hand which was trying to flip its way inside her skirt.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Manik cooed at her, his hands still lingering over her stomach, while another one was shamelessly again trying to wave its path inside her skirt. His eyes softening up when his gaze fell on the beauty on his lap, her side profile looked angelically sculpted that he found himself hard to breathe.

"I thought you wanted to read with me." Nandini pouted against him, her form relaxing against him protesting a soft grumble. Manik's warm chuckle made her cheeks warm, his pointed nose smoothed against the warmth of her cheek, making her giggle against his hold. Manik couldn't help when his lips twitched upwards in a very genuine smile. She was just so adorable.

"I am" Manik smirked, which made her roll her eyes at him. "I am reading you, my love". Nandini groaned at his cheeky remarks. The sound making all the blood rush towards his south region. Making her aware of the very evident tent poking her below her. Nandini's eyes widened and color rose through her neck.

"Manik!" She shrieked, "Seriously?" Her hands flowing up to cover her heated face.

"I can't help it! Okay?" Manik argued defending his actions. "You try keeping a pretty girl, squirming in your lap."

"Manik!!!" She shushed him, her small hands covering his mouth, not allowing him to continue his bashful remarks.

#web series #parth samthaan #niti taylor #manik #nandini #manan #kyy #hamesha #kaisi yeh yaariaan #manik malhotra #nandini murthy

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just-a-creep-babe · 4 years ago

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Kinktober Day 1

BEN Drowned: Silly Sweet Sex

Gee gOLLY I am so not used to super fluffy smut, idk how this turned out lmfaoo

This one isn’t super smutty just cause I’m not sure how to go about writing sweet sex, but I hope ya can enjoy what I came up with regardless uwu

Also!! Since kinktober = a lot of fics (seriously, sO many hours went into making these, I’m 💀💀) I wasn’t able to make them all as long as this one :”) Some are decently lengthy, others are short and others are even shorter. They’re definitely not my best works either, but I’m super glad I was able to challenge myself like this either way :>

But without further ado, I hope y’all enjoy this lil month filled with smut <33

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

Any tips are greatly appreciated!

“(Y/n), I’m bored~”

The blond throws his arms around your form and nestles his face into the crook of your neck

“Wait, I’m—I’m so close—“

Your fingers work furiously against the controller as you chew your lip, brows furrowing in concentration

He huffs, blowing warm air against your skin, and then his lips slowly curl into a devious smirk

You should’ve known by then to kiss your sweet, sweet progress goodbye

Because he suddenly yanks you back and you’re sent toppling over and out of view of the high definition screen above the bed

“N-no, BEN!”

You shriek his name, frantically mashing buttons in a last-ditch effort to save your dying character

But you’re all-too late as the obnoxiously familiar Game Over music sounds out

“I was so close” you whine

You squirm in his grasp and pout, letting the controller fall from your death-grip and onto the floor with a lame thunk

He has the audacity to “awh” at you

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it next time,” he reassures, “But right now, I wanna hang out with my lovely girlfriend whom I love oh so very much~”

He smooches your forehead and it has you rolling your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips despite yourself

“Yeah, yeah—ok, whatever. What do you wanna do then?”

You shift on top of him and manage to pull yourself up into a sitting position, with your legs now straddling his thighs

He grins, satisfied with his victory, and props his head up into his hands

“Mmh, I dunno, baby. What do you wanna do?”

“I wanna finish my level~” you tease

He groans, sitting himself up as well, and you giggle at the way it almost has you falling off of him

He wraps his hands around your waist, tugging you closer to him so his lips are inches from yours

And with a content hum, he places a chaste kiss to your bottom lip—not nearly enough contact to satiate your sudden urge for more

“First you make me lose my game and now you try to tease me” you huff

He laughs, pulling away, but not before giving a quick “boop” to your nose

“You’re so adorable, how could I resist?~”

“I am not adorable! I live in a mansion full of demons and serial killers. I’m a menace to society”

There’s a brief injection of silence as the both of you stare one another down

And then the corners of his mouth twitch, his lips quirking, and you can tell he can’t hold back any longer

His composure breaks, shattering in a fit of boyish giggles

You’re about to say something but he reaches for your sides to tickle you and it has you shrieking our his name again

“You’re too cute, (y/n)~”

You fall back, forced into a burst of uncontrollable laughter as his fingers mercilessly run up and down your soft spots

“O-ok! Ok—I give up! You win!!”

You manage to wheeze the words out between yelps and giggles, tears already springing to your eyes

“Nuh-uh! Say you’re cute! Say that you’re a cutie and I’ll stop!”

“Ok! I’m cute!! I’m a cutie—s-stop it!!”

His onslaught finally relents, leaving you breathless with your hands pressing to his chest as you try to regain a hold on yourself

And, of course, he chuckles at how flushed you look beneath him, his canines tantalizingly sharp and pearly white beneath his lips

One of his hands encircles your wrists and he plants a kiss just below the inside of your palm

“Aw, see? That wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”

You stick your tongue out at him

He laughs, and then he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck and sighing

“Y’know, I think I thought of something I wanna do”

“Yeah? What’s that?” you hum, fingers absent-mindedly brushing through his hair

He slyly rolls his pelvis into you—and you can feel his hard-on pressing between your legs

When he hears your breath catching in your throat, he pulls back to look at you, grinning wolfishly

“You wanna play with my Master Sword, baby?” he croons, his brows wriggling suggestively

“You’re such a dork!”

You give him a light smack, and he gasps in feigned offence before that damn smirk returns to his annoyingly pretty lips

“You’re just jealous of me, baby”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah”

You tilt your head to the side

“And what exactly am I jealous of, hm? I thought I was the cute one”

“Mmm…” he bites his lip, smiling “you’re right—you are” he gives in, kissing your nose before adding, “But I bet you’d look even cuter riding my dick~”

You roll your eyes, bringing your hands to his chest, which has him moving away to let you sit up

“Alright, you win. Again” you sigh a little too dramatically

His face cracks up into that damn smile again, and you really can’t help but give a quick kiss to his cheek

He doesn’t hesitate to tug his shirt over his torso—briefly fumbling as his head gets trapped halfway through the material—before emerging with a stupid grin on his face and his hair all tussled up

“Dork” you laugh

You push him down and settle on top of him, this time parting your legs so that his growing bulge is settled neatly right where you need it the most

“Mmh, you loooove me~” he teases

You roll your eyes again

And then you lean down, capturing his lips, savoring the kiss and the way he quietly moans against you—how warm and soft his mouth feels before parting and letting his tongue taste you entirely

He wraps his hands around your hips and guides your body to move in tandem with his, all while keeping your mouth busy with his own

Nimble fingers tug at the hem of your shirt, so you pull away to slip the material off, and when you look back down at him, he’s got a big, stupid grin on his face

“What?” you ask

He shrugs

“Nothing”

Your gaze narrows, a knowing smile at your lips

“I‘m not gonna take my bra off if you’re gonna be a doofus about it”

His lips part in shock, feigning innocence

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean”

He tries, very briefly, to keep the act up, but the look you’re giving him has him laughing openly again

“Ok, ok, I swear I’ll behave”

You shake your head, biting back a grin as you unclasp your bra and let it drop from the swell of your tits

He bites his lip, eyes darkening as he stares at your chest and grinds up into you

“Y’know, I like your pants, too. Were they on sale? Cause they’re 100% off at—“

You slap a hand over his mouth

“I swear to god, you absolute dork, you’re not getting any action tonight if you finish that sentence”

You can feel his broad grin beneath you hand

And just as you’re about to remove it, you feel the warm, wet flat of his tongue as he licks a long stripe up your palm

“BEN!”

You shriek his name, and as you’re caught off guard, he moves up and traps you beneath him

He chuckles, kissing up your neck

“What’s wrong, baby?” he laughs “You didn’t seem to mind my tongue a few seconds ago when it was in your mouth~”

Your face flushes

“I-I just wasn’t expecting it!”

He laughs again, but then he’s back to nipping at your neck, and you’re whining beneath him, and his hands are fumbling with the zipper of your pants

He helps you wriggle your way out of them before tossing them to the floor

Then he looks back at you, grinning widely

“100% off at my place!!”

You don’t have time to answer before he’s cutting you off with another kiss, to which you groan against him but don’t bother pushing him away

He pulls your panties to the side, exposing your slick, throbbing cunt to him so he can lazily stroke up and down your slit, making your hips buckle up into him

“A-ah, BEN~”

Your back arches as he dips a finger between your puffy folds, your entrance already tightening around him, relishing his digit dragging along your sensitive nerves

You clamp your teeth down on your lip, gazing up at him through furrowed brows

And it has him adding a finger, twisting them both so your fluttering walls are wrapping even tighter around him

“God, look at how cute you are, (y/n)~”

Your face flushes at the way he looks down at you—like you’re a goddess at the beckon of his fingers—and the attention is almost embarrassing

“W-will you just shut up and kiss me again?”

He chuckles, no doubt enjoying how flustered and riled-up he’s already gotten you

“Anything for you, little cutie~”

#kinktober #creepypasta x reader smut #ben drowned #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned x reader smut #creepypasta kinktober #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader

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rintaor · 4 years ago

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BOYFRIEND HCS

ft. Sakusa Kiyoomi

warning. none!

a/n. it's sakusa love night! please give him lots of love cause he loves you too! huge thanks to @toumie as always!

first of all, you love to kiss him and he loves it when he gives you lots of kisses

morning kisses, night kisses, everyday kisses

not just on the lips but everywhere; cheeks, forehead, hands, back, jaw, neck, bicepsㅡliterally everywhere

you'll hug him from behind and pepper his broad and muscly back with kisses when he prepares breakfast topless

he knows that was your way of saying good morning

"can I have a scoop of vanilla ice cream on my pancake?" you asked purely

"no."

"why?" you looked up at him in disappointment

"it's still morning. your stomach will hurt," he answered slowly as if he was trying to make a child understand

"but it's delicious." you doe-eyed for approval

"you'll have it for dinner." he kissed your forehead, doe-eyed approved

goodbye kisses and welcome kisses would be on the lips and last longer cause sniffles he will be away from you for like 5-6 months

home dates since he hates crowds; playing UNO, truths or dares, watching films, etc

but if he's in the mood, he'll take you to seaside park, forest park, cafes, bookshops, aquarium, planetarium, anywhere that's less crowded

cleaning dates every sunday morning

after you're done cleaning, you bathe and cuddle in the scent of aromatherapy that makes you doze on his chest

he'll pepper the top of your head with soft kisses while he holds your hands and rests them on your belly

routine shopping dates, of course. he has the list on his phone. from 1-15, it's only his favourite cleaning supplies

when the two of you enters the supermarket, he'll take the trolley and go straight to the cleaning section

he only cooks easy food but he got rich tastes

he adores your scent. when he's exhausted he'll just hug you as he closes his eyes, and breathing in your scent at the crook of your neck

if he does this when you both lie on a sofa or mattress, he'll end up asleep wrapped around in your arms

sometimes, when you were lounging in the living room, you like to bother him by playfully putting lots of kisses on his cheeks and making the smooch sounds

"omi, love you." smooch. "love you." smooch. "love you love you love youuu." smooch smooch smoooch

he gets flustered and locks you in his arms, tickles your neck with his pointy nose as a revenge

"okay, okay! i'm sorry!" you cackled with laughter. "have mercy on me!"

"no." you can hear the smile in his voice

he loves kisses but loves forehead kiss so much more because it makes him relieved and your kisses feel safe

please give him a forehead kiss when he's feeling down, he'll cling to you for a whole day like a baby panda

when you're having a bad day, he calms you down by hugging you and patting your head without saying a word

once you’re settled down, he wipes your tears and asks what happened

"my boss rejected the documents I had painstakingly made." you sniffled loudly. "you know I stayed up late for three days."

"I know." he cupped your face with his huge hands. "it's alright. I'll help you make the new ones."

"I'm sorry..." your tears fell on your soft cheeks

"no, no." he wiped it once again and put soft kisses on your eyelids. "you want snacks?"

"...chicken cheese rolls."

"and?"

"chips corn dogs."

"all right. I'll make it for you."

"thank you, omi."

"no worries." he gently kissed your forehead before he went to the kitchen

when he's off-season he rarely eats outside cause he loves your cooking, the tastes and cleanliness is guaranteed

for onigiri, he only eats yours since it's only you who can meet his hygiene standards

he's the youngest child and his siblings are much older than him

his family is living lavish and swamped so he was lonely and used to harbour his feelings and emotions

then you came to him like a sun after a rainstorm, your light shines into his heart

your sparkling eyes and dazzling smile make him weak

it gives him strange but pleasant feelings, he had never felt this way before

it was unbelievably impressive that you really can read his mind

"look at me." you asked as he pulled himself from your hug. "you want to eat first or bath first?"

he just shook his head. the caress of your little hand on his cheek soothed him

"I'll draw a bath for you, then we can have pasta with pickled plum for dinner."

he slightly nodded. you gave him a gentle smile and softly kissed the tip of his nose

"alright, let's go." you held his huge hand and brought him to your shared bedroom

you had no idea that he quietly flashed a little smile behind you

he hates showing weakness to anyone, but you're an exception

he may look tough and intimidating but he's actually a baby inside

he can be his true self only if he's with you

he never says it but he treasures you so much

he has faith in you and he would be lost without you

please don't leave him

#sakusa headcanons #sakusa x reader #sakusa x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #sakusa kiyoomi #itachiyama #haikyuu!!#sakusa love night

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1tsnoya · 5 years ago

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hmm can you write some lists for the karasuno boys (kageyama, sawamura, sugawara, nishinoya)? some ideas could be 1. favorite body part (like are they a boob butt or both guy) 2. how they cuddle 3. how they react to lingerie 4. weird kinks heeh 5. how much skinship/ intimate they are thank you!!

reblogs > likes currently because i’m shadowbanned>:( i’m so sorry to be a pain but my blog’s interaction has um — yea it’s bad LOL. thank u soso much ily i’m sorry<3

✧･ﾟ relationship headcanons ✧･ﾟ

pairings: kageyama x reader, daichi x reader, sugawara x reader, nishinoya x reader

warnings: some suggestive hc’s

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

kageyama

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ i feel like he’s more of a butt guy

↳ ON THE DOWNLOW THOUGH

↳ but he really likes your hands, he’s always doing something with them

↳ he fidgets with your hands, holds them tightly in private, rubs circles in your palm, and if he’s feeling affectionate, he’ll plant a kiss on them

↳ this boy takes care of his nails so you best bet that he’ll make sure yours are nice too-

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ surprisingly, he’s a huge cuddler

↳ however, he prefers being like that in private

↳ loves half spooning. that’s his thing

↳ falls asleep when cuddling. he’s out like a light when you’re just there with him. he feels safe with you

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ SO FLUSTERED AT FIRST

↳ like he couldn’t look away but felt weird staring

↳ then you got closer to him and...WHEW he just pounced on you

↳ the dom side of him comes OUT when you wear lingerie

4. any kinks?

↳ praise him and bby will become putty

↳ i feel like just seeing your face flushed while he’s railing you gets him off

↳ ^^ or hearing you moan his name, just eggs him on

5. how intimate are they?

↳ intimate in private. not in public, he’s too shy for that

↳ at first he felt weird being affectionate but then got super used to it

↳ like i said earlier, you help him feel safe. hugging you and cuddling with you helps calm him down after a long and/or hard day

↳ he’s such a virgin when you first meet him but as your relationship goes on, his sex drive increases

↳ and boy does he get good at it 👀

daichi

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ boob guy. that’s it.

↳ remember that whole poster thing in the club room?? yea... he likes tiddies and it’s confirmed

↳ itty bitties, big ones, in the middle, don’t matter !

↳ on the softer side, he really likes your smile or how flustered you can get around him

↳ those shits make him 💞💓💕simp hard💖💘💓

↳ like if you get embarassed and your cheeks go pink, he’ll look at you and smile

↳ just admires you tbh. you make him soft

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ BIG SPOON OBVI

↳ he feels weird being little spoon hsjskh

↳ but yes he is very big into spooning

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ as soon as he sees you in lingerie, he gets whore-KNEE

↳ like he’ll grab your waist, pull you closer, and tell you in your ear, “you look so good baby”

↳ he’s a dom (obvi) so goes WILD bruh

↳ 3 rounds or more... i said what i said

4. any kinks?

↳ DADDY KINK

↳ call him daddy.. wow he will lose it

↳ ^^ he just thrusts into you harder

↳ very into thigh riding.. pls ride his thigh have you seen them?

5. how intimate are they?

↳ i’d say he’s pretty intimate. not so much but likes to show you off every now and then

↳ holds your hand in public, yuh loves dat shit

↳ he won’t tell the world that you two are together but has no problem being affectionate in front of others

↳ sex wise, oh boy he’s good

↳ a lil nervous at first but once you two start, he’ll go ham

↳ by that i mean that he’ll completely RAIL you

↳ def has your legs shaking and begging for more

suga

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ hmm i see him as more of a butt guy

↳ suga is a softie but he is also a very slick guy

↳ if you give him a kiss and walk away, you best believe he will sneak a look at your butt

↳ if we’re being more pure — YOUR LAUGH

↳ your laugh drives him crazy

↳ it makes him smile and get all red

↳ just reminds him how lucky he is to have scored someone like you

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ he’s SUCH a good cuddler

↳ he’s just always warm? and is always so comforting? ugh <3<3<3

↳ rests his head in the crook of your neck<3

↳ like kageyama, he falls asleep when cuddling. he’s all warm and cozy so it’s perfect

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ wow he loses it when he sees you in lingerie

↳ like just.. heart eyes for you. his lips are already on yours when he sees you like that

↳ the dom suga really comes THROUGH

↳ he’ll like suck at your neck while teasing you with it on

↳ oh believe me he just... sigh you two had a VERY good night

↳ cuddles after duh

4. any kinks?

↳ being the slick shit that he is, he probably loves edging you

↳ “what was that baby?” while your begging for more, “you want me to what?”

↳ ^^yes he’ll have a shit eating grin on his face too

↳ tbh he’s into whatever you’re into. he’s chill and down to try new things with you!

5. how intimate are they?

↳ aww he loves letting people know that you two are dating!

↳ he can gush about you for hours and how happy you make him

↳ forehead and cheek kisses are very common in public

↳ sex with him is either soft and passionate or ROUGH. just depends on his mood

↳ either way, it’s perfect mwah chef kiss

nishinoya

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ boob guy boob guy boob guy boob guy-

↳ like daichi, size doesn’t matter, he just APPRECIATES them

↳ 1000% stares at them and lays his head against them-i’m sorry but he does

↳ he also really likes your legs — whew

↳ LETS BE PURE AGAIN ! luvs luvs LUVS your smile

↳ seeing you smile makes his day so much better

↳ he tries to make you smile/laugh all the time just so that he can admire it. baby boy loves it so damn much omg-

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ i am so soft for this boy

↳ HE’S LIKE A KOALA

↳ always wants to cuddle with you

↳ plays with your hair when cuddling

↳ and when you two cuddle, he never wants to leave. he’ll just talk to you about his day and ask about how yours was

↳ long talks during cuddle time = his favorite thing EVER he looks forward to it 24/7

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ oh wow you already know he jumps up when he first sees you

↳ and is dragging you to the bed

↳ eats you out like that and then rails you. mwah perfection

↳ he asks you to wear lingerie more often. it just. it excites him to another level-

4. any kinks?

↳ edging and overstimming obvi

↳ when you dom, please praise him, please pull his hair, wowwie he will MELT

↳ ride his face ride his face RIDE HISFACE-

↳ he’s so into it. he’ll constantly ask you to do it

5. how intimate are they?

↳ so affectionate in public

↳ wants to SHOW YOU OFF

↳ everyone knows you two are dating. it’s just.. they have to

↳ quick pecks and nose boops in public. occasionally a little smooch to your nose

↳ lots of hold handing. lots of it.

↳ if we’re talking seccy times.. he is so intimate

↳ his stamina is HIGH so you best bet that he’s going for a few rounds

↳ when he’s horny, he is NEEDY. quickies are common

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taecalikook · 5 years ago

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(Not) Just Friends : Drabble #1

summary : morning with your new, silly boyfriend slash best friend with apparent morning wood.

{friends to lovers! au, fuckboy! au, fratboy! au}

pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (side kim seokjin)

word count : 1.349

check the (Not) Just Friends one shot here and my masterlist here!

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“Good morning, pumpkin. Are you awake?”

You slowly open your eyes, blinking to adjust to the brightness of sunray from your apartment window. Yet, the only thing you can see now is Jungkook’s beautiful doe eyes, the creases on its corner that are palpable whenever he is smiling, peering closely to your own. A soft smile is painted on his lips, as his slim fingers reach out to a few strands of hair that hinder the beautiful view of a girl he can finally call his girlfriend—you. You answer with a low hum, clearing out your throat and sending him a warm smile as well.

Yesterday, right after Jungkook finished his team group homework, he pleaded to come and stay in your apartment for the night. You were thinking Jungkook was going to go to a party—since it’s Friday Night and Jungkook always goes to party every Friday Night. Even with a committed relationship with him, you don’t want to assume everything is going to change, and you don’t really want it to. But since Lia always goes back to her home every Friday, you did hope at least you could see Jungkook today even for a short while. So when he wanted to stay at your place for the night, you couldn’t be more happy. He did mention Taehyung wanting to choke on him for bailing on their party, but Jungkook mentioned that it's not an issue as Taehyung just needed to suck it.

And you were in a way, nervous. There were just the two of you in the apartment, so you actually expected Jungkook to be a horndog he actually is the second he entered the door, but he was surprisingly very civil throughout the night—satisfied with only holding you close with occasional kisses while watching movies and eating takeouts. You should be happy that Jungkook was thoughtful and kind, but you can’t deny that you were having mixed feelings too. Is it possible that he just didn’t want to do it with you?

But it’s an unfound thoughts and sounded very idiotic even in your head, so you quickly shrug the thought away and focus on the man in front of you right now.

“Jungkook, what are you doing today?” You whispers, caressing the side of his cheeks. Jungkook gives your hand a scarce kiss before answering.

“I don’t know, maybe there will be a practice today. And I think I need to go back home after that. Mom is already asking where his son went.” Jungkook smiles, still unable to keep his good hands off of you. “What about you? Anything you need to do for today?”

Your lips pursed, and Jungkook can’t help but to pay a large amount of attention to such simple action. “Hmm.. I have a taekwondo practice today. There's a competition coming up and I was appointed to join, so there’s this extensive training nearing the competition day that we need to do.” You smile, yet it doesn’t reach Jungkook’s eyes. Literally twenty seconds long silence before Jungkook opens his mouth.

“Will Seokjin be there?”

You sigh, rolling your eyes while shifting your body away from him. “Jungkook—“

Jungkook grins, holding you against scooting further away from him. “I am just asking, love. It’s not an issue.” He defends, suddenly launching a kiss on the tip of your nose, halting whatever irritation that you might feel. “Can I visit you, though? I just want to see you practice though. Are you really that good? If you suck can I boo you from the bleachers?”

You scoff at his teasing, but still greatly enjoying the light banter with him. “Of course! And then you would definitely see your girlfriend rooting for the opposite team in your next competition, baby.”

Jungkook chuckles, before moving to send light kisses to all around your face, his finger skillfully tickling both sides of your body until you erupt to a loud laughter. “We just don’t want it, do we?”

Another ten minutes laying next to each other, Jungkook silently holds you close, humming to your hair when he settles on the crook of your neck. “I am so happy you are here, Y/N.” You nod while stroking his arms, enjoying the familiar warmth whenever your best friend slash boyfriend holds you close.

“I didn’t get to say this before, but mom really wants to meet you again.” He whispers to your ear, and you suddenly feel a little bit nervous as you know how important it is to him. “I told her. We got together and everything.”

As hard as it might be to believe, Jungkook is a 100% family man—even borderline a mama's boy, as you have always mocked him before. He always wants his girlfriend to meet his mother first. His ex-girlfriend refused, and frankly it could be the only time you can understand that bitch. It of course could be a lot to take in to meet the family with such an early stage of a relationship.

Even with the rejection, his mother took it upon herself to meet his son’s girlfriend. Jungkook’s mother is probably the kindest, yet the strictest mother you have ever known, and it was not a secret that she disliked her. The ex girlfriend even went home crying because of his mother’s clear dislike of her attitude during that dinner. You vividly remembered Jungkook stressing over his mother asking him to break up with her the moment she went out of the door.

Jungkook can feel the circles you form on his chest clothed in white t-shirt. A trait he recognizes will appear whenever you are nervous. “I’m scared, Jungkook. Will she hate me?”

Jungkook scoffs, letting go of the hug just so he can see you right on the eye. “Is that even a question, Y/N? Of course not! She likes you very much. If she doesn’t like the girl who basically helped her nerd-ass bulliable son less suicidal then he already was, I don’t know who she’ll like. If she’s disappointed, I think it would be the fact that it took too long for us to finally be together.”

You can’t help but to smile at his comforting words. You are doubtful it is true, but you appreciate the kind gesture. “I’d love to. And somehow, I do miss meeting your family.” Jungkook can’t hold a wide smile at that. You know how important his family is to him, and you are happy if it makes him happy.

But you’re not done as the mushy feeling between you is already too long to stay. “Been too long hanging out with your snob ass, I start to lose faith. I probably need to see your family roast you again.” You unexpectedly tease, booping his cute button nose.

Jungkook frowns, folding his arms on his chest. “You’re a meanie! Well, probably I should just drop the plan of making you my very, very special and delicious pancakes for breakfast today.” He huffs, jokingly fake irritation. Well, one thing you could not deny is Jungkook is a slightly better cook than you, and he makes the best pancake ever—or maybe it’s just you since everyone you know has tried hated them.

You chuckle devilishly, and then move to trap his body between your legs, settling right to cradle on his hips—ignoring the hard-on pushing your lower stomach. You can easily detect how Jungkook froze, breath hitched and his pupil dilating at your sudden provocative movement. You smirk, somehow satisfied that he is greatly affected by such small action. So you instead give him a short smooch, moving your other leg to let your foot touch the floor and exiting your bedroom like nothing happened.

Jungkook hisses like he is in a deep pain. God, this is morning, and he actually packs more than he is proud of. What was he thinking?! You are such a tease! Yet he knows that he doesn’t actually mind. He loves it, actually—since nearly everything you do entices him.

“I—I'll make the pancakes!” He quickly scurries, following your steps out of the room.

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Thanks for reading, and please wait for the next drabble!

Drabble #2 = Taekwondo practice with Seokjin... and Jungkook?

Drabble #3 = First fight with idiot boyfriend and the dreaded family meeting

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royalstorm · 4 years ago

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✨ chara. study #1 — keqing & her first kiss .

Keqing had her first and only kiss when she was fourteen.

Picture this: it was a Tuesday night. Her father was out, meeting with Snezhnayan financiers to take shots and talk business. Her mother was two rooms over, gossiping with the wife of another businessman hailing from another prestigious Liyuean family. Based on previous findings — all garnered by way of prompting and eavesdropping — this family was successful, second only to her own flesh and blood. It was likely that her parents wished to forge some sort of partnership with them, hence their rapidly increasing visitations. But for once in her life, Keqing couldn’t care less about that.

What she cared about was soft, sincere — blue-eyed and brown-skinned, ringlets of blonde hair enshrouding her like a waterfall ... or perhaps a halo. She couldn’t help but stare every time they were in each other’s company. It didn’t matter what they were doing, either. Whether it be folding clothes or spinning fabric or destemming flower bouquets, the focal point of Keqing’s attention remained there and true.

On that day, they were seated beside one another facing a too-big desk in Keqing’s too-big bedroom. Cradled in each of their arms was a book detailing Liyue’s social customs, namely the Flower Ball. Both sets of parents had suggested they study its contents together. “After all, it’s befitting for a proper woman to be versed in social etiquette,” Keqing’s mother had perked up, much to her chagrin. She would much rather be reading about Roald the Adventurer, or perhaps about the ruins scattered across their country ... something more becoming than the proper way to smile and wave before casting a glorified paper weight off a cliff.

So, naturally, Keqing had untrained her eyes from the book and, instead, kept them trained on the subject of her care. It was strangely calming to observe her leaf through page after page, forehead crinkling in concentration as she attempted to make sense of every word.

She pursed her lips. Keqing made note of how plump they were.

“Jia.” Despite the intensity of her stare, she addressed the other girl plainly. And although it took a moment, Jia eventually acknowledged her companion, closing her book and gingerly placing it on the desk.

“Hey, thanks for that,” she chirped. Her plump lips fixed themselves into a smile. Something tightened in Keqing’s chest. It was the same way a clenched fist felt but somehow ... different. Somehow ... better.

“Did you lose track of time again?” Keqing moved to discard of her own book. She then extended both of her arms upward in a lazy stretch. “You tend to do that ... not that there’s anything wrong with it. Diligence is a good trait to have.”

Jia let out a laugh. “Okay, okay! If you say so!” She mimicked Keqing’s pose, allowing her legs to go slack, as well. “I liked what was in that book, though. I felt all grown-up reading about what it means to be a lady.”

“Is that so?” Keqing lowered her arms, opting to fold them over her chest. “I guess I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t really paying attention.”

Another laugh. That tight sensation seized Keqing’s chest again. “Hehe! It’s okay. I can give you notes! That way, you don’t get in trouble with your parents.”

At that point, Keqing swore her heart would explode. Aside from just looking nice, Jia also always did nice things for her: drawing her pictures, picking flowers for her, and of course, handwriting study notes for her. She couldn’t help but wonder what drove Jia to act in such a way and so constantly at that. Was this behavior reminiscent of something relayed to them in that book? Or perhaps the other books she refused to touch?

“No, it’s alright,” Keqing dismissed with a wave of her hand. “But thank you. I really appreciate it.”

Jia nodded, adjusting her posture so that her heels were planted on the seat of her chair, her lean brown arms hugging her legs to her chest. A few beats of silence swept over both girls. Truth be told, Keqing imagined that the other would revert to continue reading her book, seeing as she enjoyed it so much...

...Until —

“Keqing, how do you feel about love?”

Had she actually obeyed her parents and done her share of reading, the question wouldn’t have jostled her as much as it did, but alas ... there Keqing sat in stupefied ignorance, chills coursing down her spine and chest tormented with the prospect of a heart palpitation.

“Like —” Jia continued. Looks like Keqing had been unresponsive for too long. “ — What are your thoughts on kissing?” She rocked back and forth all the while, forearms flushing a pale red thanks to the friction of her movements. Keqing found herself wanting to run her fingers through those very spots — to gently quell the reddening flesh.

“I don’t know. I’ve never thought much of it,” she finally chose to answer, if to just distract her wayfaring mind. Violet eyes dropped to behold the suddenly interesting marble tile of her floor. She then pretended to be captivated by her own hands, twiddling her thumbs in vain. “How about you?”

Ever oblivious, Jia giggled. “I guess I’m the same way ... but you know what my mommy said? She said that you only kiss someone you really like ...” Keqing considered that, mid-thumb twiddle. “ ...And the book said that, too! When the bride and groom make their vows and swear to live happily ever after, they seal the deal by smooching!”

Keqing considered that, too, humming in thought. On the other hand, her parents had taught her that marriages were but a strategic maneuver — orchestrated like some grand scheme for the sake of maintaining power and financial prosperity. They were transactional arrangements, not arrangements founded in an intimate respect and understanding of each other.

So, naturally, Keqing was speechless. And she remained that way — quiet, contemplative — for a moment before she at last dared her eyes to glaze over and meet Jia’s.

“Well ... ” she simpered. “Isn’t that nice?”

The pair then spent the next half hour or so in an amiable silence, simply enjoying each other’s company. Jia unsurprisingly continued to read her book. Keqing, on the other hand, was thinking up a storm.

As their time bordered an hour, they transitioned from sitting casually a few inches from each other, to Jia scooting her chair closer to Keqing’s, to Jia laying her head on Keqing’s lap, to a beet red Keqing resting her legs on Jia’s lap. They stayed like that for ... archons know how long. It was a miracle that it hadn’t been time for Jia and her family to leave yet.

By this point, exactly one hour and fifty-five minutes had passed. Jia’s book now lay abandoned at the foot of her chair. She instead intertwined her fingers with Keqing’s, whose head was perched comfortably on the crook of her shoulder.

The physical contact was a pleasant surprise. Keqing acknowledged this by squeezing the other girl’s hand. It’s funny because, well, Keqing had never been the affectionate type, let alone really had a friend before. There had been her parents’ servants and the occasional child of business partners from abroad, otherwise Keqing had always been a pretty lonely kid.

That being said, she wasn’t particularly sure if the tightening that had been seizing and releasing the organ in her chest was from the contentment of having someone genuinely appreciate her ... or if she was just severely allergic to intimacy.

Either way, when Jia turned slightly to look at her, probably to tell her some joke, Keqing moved up from her shoulder and pressed their lips together. Their teeth clinked and their noses mashed, which, well, ow ... and Jia tasted like the giant fried shrimp balls they gorged on for dinner which wasn’t bad as a dish, but tasted a little funny coming from someone else’s mouth. Not that Keqing’s breath reeked of anything better ...

... But all in all, no, that was ... not good. That was far from the most romantic first kiss in existence. It couldn’t even be considered romantic, really. Keqing recoiled as if she had been scorched, her entire face lit aflame. She searched Jia’s doe eyes and was on the brink of mumbling out an apology when, in that instant, Jia seized her face between her hands, an unreadable expression contrasting that of Keqing’s.

Without further hesitation, Jia drew her closer for another kiss — one that was soft and sincere just like her.

It lasted for all of a couple of seconds. When Jia pulled back, it had been her face’s turn to heat up, its hue shy of scarlet.

Having lost all composure, Keqing dragged both hands through her once neatly plaited pigtails. “I apologize for, uh, attacking your face.”

Jia beamed, but not before flushing an even more telling shade of red ... ah yes, now she was scarlet. “No, uh ...” A girlish giggle leaked out from her awkward grin. “ ... Don’t worry about it.” It then dawned on her that Keqing’s lips were still but a hairsbreadth from hers. Jia quickly uncupped Keqing’s face and sat on her hands.

“Sorry,” she mouthed.

Keqing tilted her head, picking at the nape of her neck in confusion. “Why are you sorry? I’m the one who kissed you first.”

And it was as if saying that word aloud is what made it real. Kissed. Keqing kissed Jia. Her friend. Her only friend.

She was tempted to completely shield her face with her hands, but she decided against it, in the off-chance that the gesture would traumatize Jia and inhibit her from ever talking to any guys (or girls ...) ever again, let alone getting wed to one.

The once amiable silence between them had descended into something tiptoeing the fine line between “awkward” and “grave”. Fortune seemed to favor both girls that fateful night, however, and it only took another minute or so before Jia’s mom had swung the door open, calling for her to say her goodbyes and head home with her.

And here was the awkward part: should Keqing see her out? And bid her a proper goodbye at the front door?

Alas, her body settled on a decision before her mind could, coercing her legs into walking down, down, down the spiraling staircase alongside Jia. It was only when both girls stood face-to-face at the door that Keqing was able to wrestle herself out of autopilot.

Jia’s mom had already begun her trek down the path leading to their home. Jia, however, hadn’t made any effort to budge from her place. She continued to stand there with both hands clasped behind her back, her aura an interesting mix of stalwart and shy.

Keqing smiled slightly in spite of herself, her own gaze glued to the floor. Only then was when ...

“Uh, good night!” Jia’s voice rung in the air an entire octave higher, causing Keqing’s eyes to lock onto hers like a magnet. The former flicked her fingers stiffly in a sort of cursory wave.

That wave. It was the wave that did it. Keqing inched forward and dipped her head to press a quick kiss to the corner of Jia’s mouth. She then guided her closer to the door, coaxing it further open.

“Good night,” she finally murmured in return, closing the door before Jia could muster a response. Oh, if only Keqing had stayed just a moment longer.

Because then, she would have caught the dopey look on Jia’s face. She would have seen Jia fondly graze her lips with the pads of her fingers.

Keqing should not have shut that door so quickly.

Because they didn’t talk about it after that.

In fact, they didn’t talk at all.

#this was supposed to b short and sweet but no i went feral over the idea of keqing being soft so um #ya if u read this thank u gjsklgjdslkg #* WRITING / my wit ? as sharp as keqing's sword .#* CHARA. STUDY / waiting ; seething ; blooming .#kissing //#pda //

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hol-whore · 5 years ago

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here’s the other jolyne fic i’ve been working on since like.,,, early november/late october? it’s long. boy howdy is it long. but it’s soft! hopefully!

jolyne x fem s/o – delicate

You and Jolyne have a late night adventure.

what’s on the menu: 4.8k words, fluff AND smut that i like to call “sugar, spice, and everything nice!”, tender emotions, eating out (no-pun-intended), and a jolyne who loves to tease. because i’m gay.

“-and then, you wouldn’t believe it, she ACTUALLY ate it.”

“No joke?” “No joke.” Jolyne promises with a smirk, slurping down the last of her soda and setting the now empty cup down on the table gingerly. She leans back and drapes an arm over the back of the booth as best she can, turning her head to look out the window with a sigh and observing the dimly lit empty parking lot outside.

The tacky fast food joint you and your girlfriend were holed up in was never super busy, and 1 AM on a Friday morning was obviously no exception. Not that either of you had anything to complain about; being the only people in the small establishment just meant anything you talked about was between the two of you and whatever poor employee overheard your wild conversations.

You watch as she reaches her arms above her head to adjust one of her buns and brush a section of her bangs out of her face. The hem of her already short shirt rides up past her belly button, revealing faint abs and stopping just before the shelf of her chest, and the muscles in her strong arms flex as she tugs her hair into place. You stick your straw in your mouth in a desperate attempt to distract yourself from staring.

It was futile, really — you knew that. The pink blush already dusting your cheeks was all Jolyne needed to even decide you’d been staring, and of course she took advantage of it immediately. A whisper of a grin crosses her features before she gives an exaggerated yawn and stretches both arms far above her, even leaning back in her booth slightly for emphasis, earning you an excellent view for just a moment.

“Aw, well,” she sighs, a low grunt forming in her throat once she brings her arms back down, “that wasn’t a totally shitty midnight snack, but we can’t stay here all night.”

“Do we...need to go home now?” you ask softly as Jolyne slides out from her side of the booth and cocks an eyebrow. “I mean. Not really? But plush blankets sound better than pleather burger joint seats...” “No! I didn’t — I didn’t mean we stay here, I just meant… I’m not really ready to go back yet, is all.”

There wasn’t anything wrong with home; frankly, you preferred being home far more than anywhere else around. And since home, lately, had been ‘Jolyne’s place while her dad was away for work’, well…it was safe to say home was more than ideal.

There was just something about the liminal late-night-early-morning hours that soothed your heart. It felt like time stopped once the sun set, possibilities were suddenly endless, nothing stood between you and living a little.

It was freedom --- freedom you relished in, and freedom you wanted to share with the love of your life.

Jolyne gives a short, breathy chuckle, taking your hand as you leave your booth before dropping a satin kiss on your cheek and fishing her keys out from her pants pocket with the other. “Fair enough. I’ve got somethin’ I wanna do, anyway,” she says fondly, then gives your hand a squeeze as the two of you head back to the car.

You have no idea what she has in mind. All your prodding and pleading is met with a quick smile and glance as your girlfriend works through the streets towards the edge of town, music turned up to a comfortable volume and the windows rolled down just so.

Knowing further questions are pointless, you shift your attention to watching lights outside roll by, muttering the words of whatever dorky pop song was playing on the static-ridden radio under your breath. Jolyne all too often catches herself looking past her shoulder to your spot on the passenger side, sometimes for maybe a bit too long. The way your hair whips back in the breeze of the open window and the way your eyes squint on occasion pulls on her heartstrings, a loving ache building up in her chest as she watches you by the light of passing street lamps. You were so, so dear to her, and you drove her crazy with the tiniest of gestures, intended or not.

She grins wide, turning her attention back to the road fully to turn onto a gravelly road only labeled “Orange Gardens Park” and reaches over to place her hand on your thigh. “Almost there, baby. Look familiar?” she says, her voice a song on the wind as she gives the swell of your leg a loving squeeze.

It was familiar — this was the same park she dragged you out to the night she’d kissed you by something that seemed like an accident, the night she fessed up her love and you’d found yourselves closer with each other than ever. The sentiment makes your breath catch in your throat, and your mind fogs up with the memory as you follow her out of the car to find somewhere to settle.

———

“That is NOT Orion. Lookit — no belt.” “....whatever. It’s close enough. We’ll call him… Orion II.”

Jolyne snorts, rolling into to your side as the two of you lay in the grass on the blanket she kept in her car for picnics and random adventures like these. She drapes her arm over your abdomen and presses yet another kiss against your cheek, this time yawning in your ear and kissing the corner of your jaw. “You’re hilarious, baby. A real riot. One helluva comedian.” she muses sleepily, then nuzzles her face against the side of your neck.

You feel your heart warm as you relish in the gentle comfort of feeling her breath against your skin, and the softness of her teasing voice. It was a different kind of teasing from the feisty jabs she usually directed towards others, this kind instead tinted with a quiet adoration.

The warmth in your chest washes over the rest of your body as you shift your shoulder under Jolyne’s head and bring your arm around her back to run your hands through her hair, thankful she’d taken her usual buns out before laying down with you. You loved how cute they were on her, but you felt bad trying to maneuver your fingers through the taut strands between them. It never hurt her — you just figured it was uncomfortable. Jolyne leans into the gesture, sighing happily and gently brushing her thumb across your stomach a couple times.

Shit. She really was something else.

The calm stillness of the night and the comfort of Jolyne next to you tempt you towards sleep, and the only thing that whisks it away is a whisper breaking the quiet between you.

“...you’re wonderful. Y’know that, right? Do I say it enough?” she murmurs, voice cracking slightly from trying to hold a low volume.

Jolyne wasn’t exactly known for being romantic or delicate, but you and anyone close to her knew she could be as sweet as she is tough and spontaneous. Loud grocery store trips with you had the same place in her heart as holding you in bed, heart raw with emotion merely over the bond you shared. Today just must’ve been one of those days.

“Only multiple times everyday,” you giggle, rolling on your side to face her better and pressing a kiss to her nose before she can stop you.

“Noooo, listen, you mean the world to me. Honestly. I...I dunno what I’d do without you, and I don’t like thinkin’ about it. You just get me, and you make me happy, a-and when I’m with you there’s this grip around my heart that makes me wanna do anything and everything for you.” She sounded almost shy; she did frequently express her love, but rarely ever in such a raw manner. “Oh, Jojo....” You think for a moment, trying to find words to match hers. “You’re so comforting to be around, and you’re always so enthusiastic and determined and I feel li-” You’re interrupted by the force of soft, waxy lips smushed against your own, the shock of it almost knocking the wind out of you. She tastes faintly of her cherry coke from earlier, and the scent of bubblegum lipstick and the jasmine perfume she steals from you clouds around her like a sweet mist. It’s messy at first, the grogginess of you both not exactly mixing well, but that doesn’t last long.

There’s a pause, and Jolyne pulls away with a soft apology for the sudden gesture then props herself up on her elbow and rolls you off your side and onto your back for ease of access.

She plants a light kiss to your forehead, then scoots in closer to the side of you of you gingerly, one arm sitting to the side of your head to hold herself up while the other cups your face. You lean into her hand and sigh happily, losing yourself to the romance of it all.

Her laying over you like this always did something to you --- it was so incredibly tender and intimate, her soft gaze ever-adoring, both of you finding comfort and warmth in each other’s eyes. And simply by the gentle smile on her face, you could tell she was thinking something along the same lines.

She leans in after a bit with renewed energy, the glaze over her eyes washing away as she breaks from her own romantic thoughts, and ruffles your hair as she kisses your lips. It starts as a handful of small smooches, but quickly melts into something more like a make out session.

“Mm, Jojo,” you mumble between sugary kisses, earning her attention, “where’s all this coming from? You were falling asleep mere moments ago.” She pulls away, and you faintly see her roll her eyes in the pale starlight before a more crooked grin spreads across her face, and the hand cupping your cheek moves down to rest on your stomach.

God, she was so cute.

“Dunno. Guess you just tend to have that effect on me, babe. C’mere, I’m not done,” she whispers. Her voice is laced with sleepy romance as she brings your mouths together again, struggling through her wide smile.

Her teeth graze against your bottom lip in a gentle bite. The hand on your stomach eventually roams elsewhere, first dropping to trace underneath the waistband of your pants and pausing when you whine in response. Jolyne breaks away from your kiss, pride written plainly on her flushed face, hand drawing back up slightly. A brief, teasing laugh falls from her mouth at your reaction, and you suddenly feel very hot.

“Whoops. How’d that happen?”

The question isn’t genuine, of course. She knew how to push your buttons, and she knew just when to push them. It turns out all of the love talk and minute gestures tonight had you feeling a stir somewhere deep inside yourself — and as far as you could guess, Jolyne was feeling it too.

She looks towards her hand as she scruffs the faint tuft of hair beneath your belly button, humming with fond satisfaction and muttering a quiet “so cute” under her breath, and you watch with careful curiosity as she sits up. Jolyne shakes her arms out a bit, then turns and stretches her leg over you, situating herself on the lower part of your torso and locking you in a straddle. She rocks ever so slightly, aiming to get comfy, and heats up at the feeling of your raised knees pressing your thighs against her back. Ginger hands brush hair from your face, and Jolyne looks thoughtful as she stares down at you.

“Is this, uh. Is this alright? Comfy? W-We can go sit in the car instead, or just skip it altogether, it’s just,” she breathes, somewhat fragile, followed by a weak laugh punctuated by her hands holding yours yet again, “I can’t seem to keep my hands off tonight.”

You flush, and only muster a nod before Jolyne is upon you, a soft smile almost immediately gracing her features as she leans down to kiss your forehead and slides her hands up your sides, thumbs firmly pressing into the underside of your breasts, and you decide you don’t regret not wearing a bra before going out earlier. She gives them a gentle push, and you feel slick between your thighs when she pulls your shirt up to your shoulders. You groan ever so quietly, and Jolyne - bright eyes taking in every bit of you, loving your reactions - almost growls at the sound.

She mostly delights herself in just admiring your body, at first. You feel rightfully exposed under her gaze, but in a way that you welcome warmly. She traces every contour of your body with her curious, fiery gaze, frequently coming to rest on your chest. The hunger in her eyes in undeniable and, damn, was it hot.

“Look at you, baby. I live for all this,” she praises after a beat, and her hand drags over your sternum and then slides a finger down the valley of your chest. You shudder at the sensation, your back arching in a small wave. She grins once again, then runs her hand back up your sides and across your collarbones, slow and tantalizing. “You’re just so gorgeous and sensitive… ooh, and I bet you’re dripping wet already, too, huh? Just from having my hands on you?”

Fuck, that got you.

Your hand, resting lightly on her hip, tenses some and it does not go unnoticed.

“Wh-What on earth makes you think you already have me that bothered,” you grumble, practically posing a statement instead of a question. In truth, you weren’t sure how to respond to her — but you could make a pretty good guess, considering how your time together had been going. She had you wrapped around her pretty fingers. “You’ve barely started. It’s been mostly sappy talk till now.”

Jolyne cocks her brow, then scoffs as lovingly as one can. “I know how you are, cutie. You make short work of yourself waaay before I can really touch you,” she stops for a moment, then something crosses her face before asking, smug and unrelenting, “Now, is that an invitation for me to investigate?” Her shoulder rolls slightly to reach back, threatening to search for your core somewhere beneath her.

Without thinking, you shift a little under her and make a desperate grab for her hand to fill the now-chilly empty space on your chest again before she can make it very far. A dangerous smirk spreads over her face.

“Ooh, needy. So that’s how it is today, hmm?” she taunts, bringing her hand forward again and ghosting a thumb over your hardening nipples. She rubs a gentle circle over it a couple times, then finishes it off with a sturdy pinch, tugging somewhat. You gasp and buck hopelessly up into her, not finding pressure in the right spot, then you force your hand up to place it over hers as you wince. Jolyne laughs a little, touching your cheek fondly with her other hand. She intertwines her fingers with the hand holding yours for a moment, then lowers herself to your neck.

Jolyne presses a few kisses thereabout, kneading and groping your chest arrhythmically and chuckling when you whine and whimper, then ducks down to wrap color-smudged lips around one of your nipples and sucks gently. You feel her teeth graze the bud on occasion, and every now and then she’ll tease you with the tip of her tongue or push you closer with a soft yet definitive bite. Sometimes she draws away just to kiss or suck on the warm skin around your areola; never enough to seriously bruise, but not rarely leaving a mark. Whichever breast isn’t occupied by her mouth at the time receives the gentle brushing of her thumb over the blossomed bud. She has you hopelessly aroused, tender nipples almost aching from the attention, and you thread your fingers through her hair to get her attention.

“Jojo, I want you t— “ Shit. She looks up at you with half-lidded, gorgeous eyes and terribly smeared lipstick, moving the attention away from your sore breast after a couple reassuring kisses to any marks she left, and it catches you completely off guard.

“Hmm? You want what, babe? Do I need to back o-”

“No! N-No, please don’t stop, it’s just. I want you to…y’know.”

“I do not, no. But I could probably guess,” Wryly, Jolyne kisses you and brushes her thumb over your lips. “Why don’t you tell me what you want, baby girl, just in case?”

You never had a way with words, and trying to figure out how to tell her to do such lewd things, to touch you more, to eat you out, to slide those beautiful long fingers in you and give you what you need proved to be…well. Difficult, to say the least.

“C-Can you…” Nope. “I need-” Also no. “...touch me?” Yikes.

Jolyne was never big on torturing you, or even being degrading — she loved you a bit too fondly to go that far — but suddenly, you just seemed to be asking for a fair taunting.

“I’m already touching you, sweetheart. C’mon, just tell me.”

You breathe deep, wanting to complain that she knows what you mean, as Jolyne encouragingly strokes your cheek, then grabs your breast and gives your nipple a pinch yet again. A huffy whine escapes your lips, your back arching again just so. Jolyne looks amused.

“I...want your hands on me. I-In me. And I want you to…taste me?”

She raises her eyebrows and smirks. “You want me to taste you?” she asks, pressing for details, “Why, that could mean anything.” With a smug look coating her face, she kisses your cheek. “You taste alright there-”

She was driving you crazy. “Jolyne! Just- just….e-eat me out, please?”

Jolyne looks far too delighted as she kisses your lips one last time and scoffs, a smile still gracing her features. “Pfft. Whore.” Then, thoughtfully, “That makes two of us though.”

You laugh at that, short and distracted. Part of you hated how turned on the whore comment made you; the other part knew that, given the situation, it didn't matter that much. Jolyne eases herself down, settling her hips between your knees after tugging your pants down and off your legs. She presses two fingers against you, feeling you through your underwear, then grins and bites her lip. “Oh my god, you’re adorable. I was right. So, so wet already, huh?”

Knowing her, she was twice as soaked as you were.

Jolyne tugs the fabric of your dampened underwear to the side. She swipes her finger up your entrance a couple times, loving the warmth and wetness of your folds. You were so ready for her, and she loved being the cause for all your pleasure. You feel her thigh and hip tremble slightly farther down your body. Clearly, she was enjoying herself.

She slides that same finger in slowly, your sex taking her entirely too easily, and after a couple pumps she slips another in and presses her thumb to your clit. You can only gasp, hand darting to her head and gripping a fistful of her hair. Jolyne groans and looks up to your face.

“Someone’s having fun,” she practically sings. Her fingers curl just so and search for that spot that absolutely wrecks you; and Jolyne knows damn well when she finds it.

Your thighs tense and you can't stop the moan falling from your lips, followed only by a breathy whine. Her fingers working a bit rougher at the sound, Jolyne winces and pants somewhat. “That’s a good girl, yes please, baby doll,” she says dreamily. Her mind was getting ever so hazy, and she was hopelessly wet from watching you squirm and hearing every noise you made.

You feel her buck into nothing between your legs upon hearing another of your moans and the lewd, sloppy sounds of her fingers pumping through you, and she's shifting uncomfortably for a moment after. Through lidded eyes, you watch her pull her fingers out, suck on them briefly, then take a moment to bring her hand to her own region and grind against it briefly.

“God, if I had my strap,” she huffs, voice dripping with lust as she finally pulls your underwear down and off, then settles in once more with her head at your waist, “it would be Smashville for you, babe. One way ticket.”

You laugh through labored breaths and roll your eyes, then spread your legs and reach forward to touch her head. “Th-That's the lamest thing you’ve ever said,” you mutter. Her fine hands slide under you, rounding the space between your thighs and ass. She winks up at you and bumps her shoulders in a half shrug. “And yet, here you are, still seconds from doing the splits ‘cuz your legs are so wide.”

…She had a point.

Jolyne breathes deep, then presses a handful of slow, full kisses to your inner thighs, inching closer towards your entrance with each one but never quite getting close enough. Each kiss drives you closer to an invisible edge, and you squirm and gasp when she pauses right next to your slot to kiss even deeper before moving to the other thigh. It’s obvious Jolyne is smiling more and more as she goes along; your heart swells at the intimacy of it all.

Just as she inches close again, you groan loud and gasp her name, and your legs shift to make room for her face, expecting her to move on. A beat skips, and Jolyne suddenly makes a frustrated noise and presses her face into one of your thighs. It’s oddly endearing, but still startling and concerning, and you have to stop the giggle in your throat to check on her.

“J-Jojo, is everything-”

Another groan.

Then, a muffled something.

“...what?”

She tilts her head to look at you from your thigh, a smile spread from ear to ear. “You’re just so fucking cuuute! Shit dude, I dunno, I haven’t even gotten that far and I’m trying to focus on going down on you, but you keep being adorable and I can’t stop smiling! Cut it out!”

Of course that’s a problem.

“What? I didn't do-”

One of Jolyne’s hands slip out from under you, dramatically covering her mouth as she rolls to one side somewhat, her eyes squinting shut. She moans out loud through her hand, whiny and mocking. “‘Mm, Jolyne! Oh, ahh, no, Jojo, please!’”

“I do NOT sound like that.” you grumble, flushed face heating up further at her theatrics.

“You literally just did it, baby. Not to mention -- I am very acquainted with what you sound like.” She looks more proud of herself than she ever has before, then her face softens as she slips her hand back around your thigh and preps herself to enter again. “Ready, sweetheart?” she asks, patting your leg somewhat and kissing under your belly button.

You nod, aching to finally feel her tongue against you. Jolyne takes a breath, then presses a light kiss to your clit followed by a dart of her tongue. Electricity courses through you, but before you can process it further, she continues. Her tongue laps just against the outside of your folds, faint and gentle and teasing, and it has you shuddering and gripping the blanket laid out on the grass.

One, two, three more light licks, the best kisses she can manage along the vertical, a brief kiss then suckle on your clit. When you jerk in her direction, she gives your clit just a couple more indulgent small, quick licks. Her hands grip your hips as she angles your pelvis up just enough and draws you closer to her.

You feel your mind pass the hazy stage and go straight to absent as Jolyne finally dips her tongue in you, the shallow depth entirely too exciting. She grunts and moans, something that sounds like it got mixed with a snicker on the way out, and you move to grab her hair again. The work her tongue is doing has you feeling like you're on another planet.

Each incoherent shape made with the flicks of her tongue, each break for a long, slow lick, each time her nose bumps your clit-- they drive you mad. Anytime you moan than a whisper or call her name you feel Jolyne fight a smile. She hits a particularly good stroke and you cry out louder than you anticipate, and when she sends vibrations through you with the snicker she lets out by accident you feel twice as wet as you did before.

Somewhere in you, a familiar string is tightening. You gather the strength to give Jolyne’s head an encouraging rub then clutch her hair again. “H-Hey, Sir Laughs-A-Lot, I’m close-” you manage, your breath heavy. Jolyne hums a response, then pulls herself slightly closer to get in deep. You throw your head back and your thighs clench and you do your best to not squeeze them together and smother Jolyne between your legs as you come hard. Jolyne gives a couple slow, long licks to help you ride your climax out before planting one last small kiss against your folds and pulling herself away from your sex.

Lust and exhaustion lid her darkened eyes, your arousal coating her entire chin. She gives you a wet kiss, then wipes her face with the corner of the blanket and collapses on top of you with her head on your chest. You were both exhausted in the best way possible, and the feeling of Jolyne’s fingers gingerly rubbing your collarbone as she sighs dreamily makes you feel like you could fall asleep right in this park.

“You did so well, Jojo. Thanks,” you whisper against her hair. You feel her cheek push against your chest in a smile. “Thank you,” Jolyne mutters back, “for the meal. Everything was delicious, chef.”

Oh god. “If you ever talk about my pussy like it's a five star restaurant meal again, we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Damn, you’re right. We don't have nearly enough money for a wedding anytime soon....” she mumbles, sighing.

You roll your eyes. As much as you hated to admit it, it was really funny; you were just entirely too tired to appreciate it.

The sky above shows a different scene than you remember seeing before your….adventures. Clouds had meandered along their horizons, trudging along like ships at sea. The moon had traveled quite a bit, partially hidden by a dusky cloud, and tree frogs croak and croon from somewhere distant.

“We should probably get home,” you whisper, dragging your hand across her back and kissing her head.

Jolyne heaves a dramatic sigh and kisses your collarbone. “Yeah, I guess…I had a great time tonight, baby. Thanks for letting me drag ya out here. We should come back for a picnic or some shit another time when it's light out.” She pauses, and you feel something sly change in her before she even speaks. “We could set up somewhere kinda set apart, have our lunch...mmm, and if it was too hot out we could lose some clothes-”

Your mind falters imagining it, Jolyne’s sweating, toned body pulling her shirt off to reveal nothing more than a bra and lots of muscle, faux innocence in her eyes when she taunts you with “what’s wrong, baby girl?”, the way her hands would rest on your body after urging you to lose your clothes as well, the inevitable contact between the two of you --

“...and you would suck on these pretty tits to keep your mouth shut, and if we got caught…I mean. I’ve been arrested before. It’s not that bad. Might even be worth it.” She winks up at you as if everything she just said wasn't vile and vulgar as all hell. The horrified-yet-intrigued look on your face makes Jolyne smirk, and she pats your stomach twice before sitting up and helping you with your clothes. You gather the blanket in your arms and walk back to the car, a weird sense of calm washing over you both. Jolyne turns the key and grabs your hand, pressing a light kiss against it before putting the car into drive and starting the ride back home.

You knew you would both crash as soon as you got into bed, and in the morning you’d be too tired to do much of anything. Jolyne’s father wasn't due home for a couple of days; you’d have the house to yourselves with no concerns. You wanted to shower with her in the morning, you think, then cuddle up in comfy clothes and sit in each other's arms and Jolyne would come up with some silly game to play or turn on a cheesy horror movie. But for now, all you had was the hum of the engine, the static-ridden radio, and Jolyne’s hand in yours, and you didn't want anything more.

#'atlas this is messy' BIG oh well #jolyne cujoh #jolyne x reader #jjba #jjba fanfic #my writing #not sfw #hmmmm i like this one but nerves #'atlas this is STILL ooc' oh well #i've reread this so many times for clarity and errors askjfhbsjk

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anyway. i always imagine sneaky sight seeing with shawn. finding the hole in the wall cafes, small bars, walking around in those parks that have the trees on either side creating an aisle and almost a covering. it's his off day and he rlly just wants to spend it with you, so you guys are trying to be lowkey and he's got a tight grip on your hand in case you guys need to make a run for it and just lots of giggles and him tugging on you to keep up with his giraffe legs

(cont) OOH sitting at this french inspired cafe,and he's sitting across from you but he's got a hand holding your hand across the table and his legs outstretched so he can slot yours between his and with your other hand you're stuffing your face with choc croissants and all kinds of pastries, occasionally feeding him bites while he sips his coffee with his other hand. when you go to feed him, he'll playfully nibble on your fingertips or try to be seductive and lick at them and end up bursting w/laughter. his phone ringing while you guys are out and as he reaches for his phone you start pouting at him bc it was meant to be just you guys and no work. you know no one else calls him and as soon as he picks up, he'll probs leave you for a bit. he motions 1 second and he picks it up all whilst you still pout at him. you try to detangle your hand from his but his grip tightens and he gives you his own pout. once he's done with his call, he pulls your hand and your body shifts closer to the edge of your seat and he uses his other hand to tilt your chin to him. his thumb presses into your pout and he leans closer to give you a sweet kiss, "i love you" and as you try to sit properly again, he doesn't let you go, "say it back" he'll whine and keep pressing little kisses all over your face until you let out a laugh in his face, "i love you too" you whisper. and he's satisfied, giving you another big kiss and stealing a piece of your pastries, "hey!" and he kisses u just to shut u up and you can taste the sticky glaze on his lips and there's nothing in the world that felt better than that moment right there. he lets you go and now you're both flushed from the giggles, kisses and the morning sun shining through the cafe. he gets the pastry with the glaze to take home because why not, he remembers the blush on your cheeks after that kiss and it was a damn good pastry. you both leave the cafe and go on a walk about, seeing the different buildings and pointing out the different things you guys see. you take selfies in front of fountains and take note of the places you should stop by when you have more time or on your way back. he's sending some of these to the groupchat he has with his fam and his mum is asking whether you're both warm and how you guys are. not having a photographer follow him around so when he wants a photo of the two of you in front of this beautiful setting with the sun creating the perfect glow, he refuses your offer to take it for him, insisting that you MUST be by his side in it. your suggestion of a selfie goes unheard as he approaches an older couple and asks them to take a pic for him and his girl by the ledge overseeing the water. he walks back with the biggest shit eating grin bc "HA! in your face, we're going to take this couple photo" and he's opening his arms wide to engulf you. he stands by your side holding you sooo tightly to him as the woman takes your photo. he thanks them and he goes through the photos with you. he scrolls a little too far and you see he has a photo of you stuffing your face with a choc croissant from earlier with a bit of choc on your cheek and it isn't cute but he literally melts when he sees it and "my gosh, could you get any fkn cuter" while you're standing there unimpressed, arms crossed bc "wtf that's so embarrassing! you better had not sent this to your mum, shawn or i'll literally kill you!! deleTE IT RN! pls" his phone's back in his pocket and he grabs your face with a hand on either of your cheeks pulling you in for a kiss then squeezing your cheeks. that shut you up alright, second time he's got you a lil speechless. he grins cheekily and slides his hand down to grab your hand and is on his merry way. you walk around and he talks your ear off, occasionally swinging your entwined hands up and giving your knuckles a kiss and he's got heart eyes when you do the same to his.

OH WOW THIS MADE ME S O F T.

He’d be so preoccupied in making it feel normal for you. If he saw a group of people he thought would try to stop him, he’d drag you by your hand down some alternate path. Your giggles would fill the air as he tugged you along and you’d joyfully follow him anywhere. And sharing your food has just become routine for the two of you. You learned quickly that he was a human garbage disposal and he’d pick off your plate regardless of how much he ate themselves. Your chocolate muffins were anything but safe.

He knew the two of you needed a day to be just you. No distractions and no work. He felt so guilty as he picked up his phone, knowing your squinting look was just covering up your slight tinge of hurt in your chest. But when he pulled you in for a kiss after a call, you didn’t deny him. You never could.

and that extra pastry he brings home? he’d end up giving it to you when you had cramps the next morning in hopes of cheering you up. The taste of the pastry just made you think of the taste of his lips and that beautiful moment in the quaint, hole in the wall cafe. Your smile wouldn’t fade off your face for the rest of that morning.

And that picture!!! He’d even ask the lady to take a couple for you guys so it could be just right. She’d just chuckle lightly, telling you guys that you were ‘the definition of love’ while she snapped a few more of you and your cheeks would turn bright red, prompting him to press sweet little kisses to them.

Once he got his phone back his eyes would settle on that very picture; your arms wrapped around his waist as his hands hold your face to his lips. You’re giggling wildly in the photo, nose scrunched up and cheeks bright and rosy, and he couldn’t love you anymore. The golden sun lit the photo perfect, mimicking the warmth the two of you shared for each other. He’d be speechless for a moment as you looked at the photo, needing a moment to catch his breath.

“I cannot believe how lucky I got with you,” he’d huff, blinking his eyes in disbelief, “you make my heart stop, lovey.”

He’d kiss your head and you’d giggle as you watch his long fingers press a couple of buttons, setting the photo as his wallpaper.

“Mmm somebody is smitten,” you’d joke.

“Can’t help myself with a girl like you,”

And you were just as smitten with him. That is until you saw that godforsaken candid photo from the cafe. A groan would immediately tumble out of your mouth and your face would contort dramatically as you beg him to delete it. He’d just giggle and pull you in for another breathtaking kiss after whispering “you’re so beautiful and you don’t even know it” against your lips.

You two would continue on with your peaceful day, making the most of your version of “normal”. He’d be telling you all these stories, showing you all these different landmarks in the city he’d been to a million times, and crack his corny jokes and you’d just listen in amazement, beaming the whole time. You’d walked for a while, eventually ending up on a park bench together. You would be people watching in silence until you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

@shawnmendes tagged you in a photo.

Your eyes would flicker over to him, shooting him a confused look. Your face would light up as you see the picture the older woman took of you two earlier. You didn’t think your smile could get any bigger until you read the caption,

If this lasts forever I’ll be just fine.

You’d grab his face up and pull him in for a kiss so quickly, he’d flinch at the action. He’d relax into the kiss, immediately melting into your affection. Your lips would dance with his in another kiss that left him absolutely speechless.

“I love you,” you say, pressing little pecks to his lips.

His lips would be stuck in a loving, crooked smile and he’d just stare at you in wonder, eyes drooping from being love drunk. He’d be rendered speechless as he took your beauty in, feeling like his heart may burst at any moment.

You’d kiss his smiling lips with a bit more force, making a loud humming smooch against them, “say it back.”

He’d giggle at your mockery, snapping out of his daze and pulling you by your waist into his lap.

“I love you too. So much.”

#shawn mendes imagine #Shawn Mendes #shawn mendes fic #Shawn Mendes blurb #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes x you #blurbs #this is so cute I'm hollow #excuse me while I cry #thank u anon

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send a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song or 🎁 for shuffle + @shesin ↳ wish we could go backwards to when I was your goddess · NΔNO

there it is. the dreaded yet tersely anticipated ping that notifies him that his newly turned root cause of pain, the love of his life, his ex-wife, the mother of his children, the devil he will never cease thinking about is currently “ live ” on Instagram for the world to witness. with his stomach already rolling with nauseous waves of sickening suspense, he has no idea what to expect next of Inés’ unpredictable chaotic force he can’t remember her ever being THIS wildly nefarious unforeseeable with her antics. but his intensifying greed to see her once again regardless of whatever twisted play she has to unravel to her audience compells him to immediately tap upon the alluring text. Inhye started a live video. watch it before it ends !

surely enough, there she is in full virtual glory, her pearly white fangs ever so teasing as it catches the bright glitz of the fine-tuned lighting that he recognises pertinent to the lights angled towards her bed in her apartment. he is so momentarily mesmerised by the radiant luminosity of the new red lipstick shade that adorns her lips that are upturned in a devilish smirk. it matches her new freshly painted talons that are similarly tapered like her razored canines but that’s when his attention is shifted to the blaring fact that she isn't alone for this Instagram live session. rather, her crimson gleaned nails rake along the curve of another man’s shoulders, the illuminated backside is MORE than enough for him to immediately recognise the silhouette of the man who ranks number one on his hit list priorities. almost as if she is reading his thoughts, Inés stares directly into the cameras, her eyes boring into his as she continues to roam her palms across the expanse of his arch rival with the incessant smirk of sheer glee.

“ mmmm . . . Cyril is so good with the kids, ” she announces with an airy titter, her fingers now adoringly raking through his locks as she hitches her leg further up to curl around the man’s waist. they’re laying down on her bed, Jaewoo can clearly see that now with a grotesque FLARE of resentment blurring his vision bloodcurdling red to see his archenemy so comfortably sprawled out on her pillows. “ and now that we got them settled for bedtime, I think it’s time to give some special attention to daddy. ”

usually, the pet name is enough to send him on yet another blood drenching murderous killing spree before attempting his nth try to finally get his hands on the man he detests with pure putrid hatred that is enough to quiver his body with such unadulterated venomous fury. but this once, he is fixated on the detail that Cyril is face down on her bed whilst Inés’ mobile camera is pointed in their direction. that's the position she always had him in when she was posting to her feed.

“ baby, you’re so good to me. turn around. show me your face. ” she abruptly flits back to her typically dominant tone, her fingers firmly grasping at the man’s chin to tilt his concealed face towards her. now his side profile is in full view which mirrors a wicked smirk to the preening demon pressing herself up against the mould of his body — her red varnished nails caressing and contrasting to the black shirt hugging his figure. she titters again, a stray hand sliding down to cup the curve of his ass.

huh.

Jaewoo’s mind stops whirring for a moment, the tremendous shock of the sight unfolding in front of him slacks his jaw open with visible scandalisation. for a few moments, he sits there. dumbfounded. confused. dismayed. recoiling in seething horror.

she never did that to me. she never let anyone see my face. why is she showing his to everyone ? does she think he is more handsome than me or something ? does she really think that ? why did she refuse to show me off like that too ? why ? why ?

" . . . we also went to the park today. the weather was gorgeous. the boys really enjoyed themselves. it was the best time. my adorable boys. ” upon her heinous sultry intonation, she possessively tightens her coiled leg around the man with her ruby lips poised with the most smug expression. she dips her head in slightly, her legs and arms working in unison to roll Cyril face first into full view so everyone gets the full glimpse of his clearcut features and how his cheeks are smattered with the shade of red from Inés’ excessive kiss marks. “ Cyril is so . . . ”

that used to be him. honeyed voice warmly breathing in the shell of his ear. possessive arms wrapped snug around his waist. the scent of her shampoo filling up his nostrils. he doesn’t remember where he begins or ends, all he knows that he belongs to her so it doesn’t matter in the first place. it’s irrelevant. he’s safe. he’s warm in her fiercely protective grip, his nose nestled in the crook of her neck as he hugs the shape of her hips close and pressed flush against his body, his teeth lightly grazing at the junction of her neck before landing a smacking kiss. a low delighted hum from her tickles his nape. “ you’re so cute, my baby. my baby boy. I love you so much. ”

" . . . it’s because of the telepathy we have. he knew what exactly I wanted. remember my story from earlier ? that was the cheesecake flavoured ice-cream Cyril managed to find for me. the twins also loved it. the best daddy ever. ” knowing lips curl into sinful pout. he can hear a resonating smooch. “ how should we spent tonight together, hm ? ”

they’re curled, perfectly framed into the fit of each other’s body with seamless ease. they’re going back home together, fingers tightly interlaced and arms wounded with adoring grace. now in the marbled elevator with the neon lit of their floor glowing, he faces away from the graciously large mirrors as Inés faces towards them. he can’t see her face, his face is still buried and nuzzled against the scent of her perfume wafting up from the smooth canvas of her neck but he can tell that she is smiling widely, her teeth in full dazzling sight. deftly, her fingers weave through his tousled locks, an arm growing slack around his waist. he softly whines in protest, eliciting another bubbling chuckle from his love. “ stay like that. my adorable baby. thank you for taking me out today. ” she tenderly kisses a tuft of his hair with a hum as she brings her phone out of her purse. he notices this when he tilts his towards the mirror, a demure grin brightening up his already glowing features. he is so in love and basking in all her warmth. what more could he ask for ?

her tone drops down a notch, her naturally husky voice rasping with alluringly seductive connotations. her teeth seem to gleam more brightly and twinkling along mischievously with the brewing schemes in her mind that he is unsure of whether her wants to remain blissfully ignorant or in full awareness of. she nudges the tip of Cyril’s nose, her face radiating its true demonic gorgeousness as her eyes narrow playfully, her palm inching closer to his crotch. “ I can think of a few ideas . . . ”

" oh ! are you taking a picture ? ” he inquires to her. he’s beaming from ear to ear. this is the first time he can spot her opening up Instagram and utilising the camera from the platform to take their first official picture together. he is about to straighten up so he can face his awaiting reflection in the mirror but her other arm still hooked around his waist suddenly grips him in place with vicious force. “ no. stay like that baby. nobody is going to see your face. ” she dictates with a purr but her voice with a steely edge to it. “ be a good boy and look over my shoulder or go back to how you were. ” without waiting for his response, she gently guides his face pointedly away from their reflection before snapping several photos as her fingers skim through his locks and her other arm defensively keeping him pressed up against her.

" . . . if we have any more babies together, they’re going to be the cutest babies in the world. I’m such a lucky mama. how many kids do you guys think we should have ? I feel like having three more. ” another devious giggle filters through his dazed state and he can witness three of her perfectly polished nails glinting ominously on camera. he can also make out another glossy pout on her gleeful face that exhales a very exaggerated sigh. “ I miss the feeling of being pregnant so much but you will fix that for me, won’t you daddy ? ”

" baby, why don’t you want to show my face to everyone ? do I look bad or something ? ” he huffs against her skin, making a show out of puffing cool air against her in slight retaliation. “ I can change into something that will make me look better . . . ” once he deduces that she has taken enough pictures, he tilts his face slightly to the side so he can continue resting his cheek against her shoulder but his beseeching rounded eyes staring up at her. she lowers her phone, tucking it away for now as she returns his gaze with a darkened over look. the fingers tenderly playing with his hair now dig into his scalp with escalated pressure, her eyes stormy as she gently tugs him by his locks so she can face him to squarely look at her in the eyes. “ no, it’s because you’re only mine to look at. my gorgeous baby. mine. ” to iterate her point, she yanks him by the hair again to perfectly angle his neck so that she can bare her teeth and scrap her canines along the slope of his vulnerable point. “ mine. ” she hums again, her fangs sinking in as she hungrily sucks against the surface of his skin till he feels giddy with lightheaded pleasure as the bruising sensation sinks in.

a faux look of contemplation crosses her features as she continues to directly address the camera before flitting her smouldering glance back to the man besides her. " . . . I’m in the mood for a bath right now. what do you say, my love ? ”

he is hers just as much as she is only his. nothing will ever change that, he thinks as his eyes roll to the back of his head and his body weight falling lax upon her, his arms holding onto her for what he believed for the rest of eternity. he drops a trail of soft kisses against her inner palm that delicately cups his face as she sucks on his skin with devoted fervour. “ I love you, ” he whispers out, nuzzling against her ear after peppering another splay of kisses upon her skin. “ I’m only yours. ” at his reaffirmation and confirmation of her words, she cups his face with both of her palms, her eyes softening as she gazes down at his lips as if she can capture his mouth uttering those words and replay them in her mind for the future. “ you are only mine. ” she reestablishes after bringing him in for one deep long lingering kiss. they’ve arrived at their floor yet they haven’t budged. the elevator doors shut again. they pay no mind to it.

he’s here but she is there — on the other side of the camera.

“ I love you too. ” she whispers back, her arms fall in favour of possessively curling around his frame.

but her arms aren’t around him anymore. he no longer feels the searing warmth of her love encompassing him till he forgets about his own sense of being. there is no love left to be swathed in. she showers that with relish to her new yet old acquainted companion. her arms sit snug around Cyril now. as if she can hear his thoughts yet again, she leans in to press a kiss to the other male’s forehead. Jaewoo is painfully reminded of how desolate he truly is once again, left alone in the world as he had been in back in 1976. the cold still air hits him with full smacking force as he continues to lifelessly watch her doting ministrations on her new man.

“ my sweet boy. ” she murmurs in his ear, tickling him once again. he laughs with a shiver.

he hadn’t realised it till now but there are tears streaming down his face, dampening his cheeks completely and falling off in steady drops onto his shaking palms. Inés shakes with him too in his palm but her charmingly mirthful smile, all toothy and stunning remains steady and vibrant. it blinds him along with the fluorescent lighting that wraps her up in a soft halo glow of her own utopia whilst it aches his eyes in his dark room to keep staring at his screen. staring at her. staring at her newfound happiness.

“ Ahn Jaewoo. ” his name sounds like a divine incantation with her voice, direct from her lips full of love. she says it with flourish and rolls it about in her mouth, smug yet territorial.

she ignores the camera now in favour of staring deeply in Cyril’s eyes, her eyes full of unadulterated adoration.

“ hmmm ? ” he rubs up against her lower back, the corners of his eyes uplifting as he smiles with all the bursting affection he has to offer to her. his heart aches, he loves her too much.

her love doesn’t cover him anymore like it used to.

“ you’re all mine. ” she swipes her tongue along his bottom lip before tilting her head yet again, sealing his fate with another deep passionate kiss.

her lips hungrily find Cyril’s, her teeth sinking in his bottom lip as she tugs it about with playful giggles filling up the silence on Jaewoo’s end.

“ mine. ”

she turns back to the camera and reaches out for it.

“ I’m forever yours. ” he sings it out for her, fully enraptured.

it switches off. the screen is left blank. all he is left with is his own grief stricken expression staring back at him.

forever.

#I...#nobody touch me #nobody look at me #I'm a fuckin wreck #I'm a WRECK #anyway #just... come talk to me #I... yeah #no words .#shesin #I FORGOT THE ANGST VERSE TAG #but this is angst verse #not main !!#* : ✮ ┆𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒 (𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠).#* : ✮ ┆ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 (𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠).

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