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Did…did an angry kitten read this??

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Everything I Wanted I.

LESTAPPEN X READER (Part 1)

Summary: Your journey to become a Motorsport legend wasn't easy, especially when your path clashed with your greatest rivals, Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc.

Word count: 7.1k

Tags: Driver reader, mentions of crash, abusive parent, daddy issues, trust issues, character death (not reader), cursing, strong rivalry, misogyny in motorsport, invasive media, aggressive fans, reader suffers with cyberbullying and hate, smut, female reader, +18, unprotected sex, voyeurism, exhibtionism, edging, filthy, porn with plot, queer! everyone, polyamory lestappen, bit of dirty talking, pet names, not beta read

Relationships: Lestappen x Reader

Mentor!Kimi Raikkonen x Reader

Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Lewis Hamilton x Platonic!Reader

Notes: this is full of motorsport categories inaccuracies, just go with the vibes please. There are a few inaccuracies regarding other drivers' lives, but they are just to fit the story. I know I said it was a oneshot, but the thing got out of hand, and I had to split it in half. Soon there will be a part 2! English is not my first language, so please ignore any mistake!

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“They’re not friends, you understand? They’re rivals, and that’s all they’ll ever be.”

You stand, hugging your helmet firmly against your chest, your dad’s words louder than the ringing in your ear from the way he slapped the side of your head. You were 9 and it was your first time competing in a karting competition. You tried to befriend the other kids your age, but as soon as your dad called you away, fuming, you knew it was a mistake.

You followed your dad’s orders, and didn’t talk to any of the boys again. Max was already cold towards you, so he pretty much ignored your existence. But Charles was more talkative, and as you stopped answering him, he became taunting, annoying, but you didn’t fall behind, you used to clap back at him with the same intensity.

Sometimes you eavesdropped on their conversations, initially it wasn’t intentional, but they were always complaining about you, calling you names, and you realized your dad was right, they would never see you as a friend or equal, only as a rival.

One day you’re walking by when you hear your name in their conversation.

“Nah, don’t worry about Y/N,” Max shrugged, his accent thick, as he pointed to the side of his temple “she’s a little slow, but maybe she’ll catch up.”

You stood there, his words echoing in your head, she’s a little slow, that was a kind way to call you stupid, which, compared to the way your father called you that many times, it was much sweeter. You shouldn’t have let that get to your head, specially said that way. But then again, you were 11, and you kept hearing those words again and again in your head. You never considered yourself dumb, your grades in school were average, and whenever you had time off of karting to study for your exams, your grades became even better, a little above average.

And despite knowing that, after going back home after the competition, you spent the whole Saturday at the local library, studying everything you could find on motorsports and Formula One. You lent books on strategy, history, and even mechanics. Every spare time you had, you spent reading those books, or lending others. You didn’t want to be slow as they had called you.

After that, you stopped talking to Max completely.

“This is a waste!” Your dad shouted, and you flinched, taking a discreet step back, away from him, trying to avoid him getting physical.

You had argued with him, which made him more furious. You tried to tell him it wasn’t your fault, you were just as good at racing as everyone else, maybe better, but no one was willing to give a girl a chance. It made him even angrier.

“You had one job! You get into F4 on your first try!”

You wanted to tell him it wasn’t your fault. That they weren’t willing to give a girl a chance, even if you were better than half of the boys who made it to F4. But your dad didn’t care about any of it, he wanted you to succeed or nothing. He used to always say that anything below first place is failure.

So he decided you, at 14, weren’t worth the money he spent on karting. And he simply left. Making peace with the fact that your dad never saw you as his kid, but more like an investment, was hard.

“You’re never going to be a Formula 1 champion.” Was the last thing he said to you, before dropping you at your mom’s to never come back.

Living with your mom ever since your dad gave you up was something else. She had lost everything after the divorce, thanks to a prenup she had naively signed without knowing anything about it. So when you moved in with her, you noticed how the house was smaller than your dad’s, you two slept in the single room that was there. Your mom worked two jobs living paycheck to paycheck, and you barely saw her. But she was kind, comforting.

You soon realized that she wouldn’t be able to provide for your karting career. So you lied, you told her your dad was still paying for the karting, and you found two part time jobs to pay for racing. You mom worked so much, she didn’t notice your absence in the afternoons, when you went to work in an auto repair shop. Sometimes, on the rare occasions she was off work in the afternoons, you lied and told her you were out with friends, or studying in the library or even doing extracurriculars. You had the best intentions, you used to tell yourself at night whenever you laid awake, you knew she would blame herself or even work herself to death to provide for you.

The entirety of the next year was a constant struggle, and you worked, and scrapped and lied your way through the entire karting competition. It was one of your last chances to get into F4, and you weren’t sure you could live another year that way, without a sponsor.

When the competition ended, you were second place overall. Your kart had problems during the race and you were sad that it affected your performance in a race you could’ve won.

You walked closer as you saw a few of the other boys gathering around some adults, you eyed them curiously. As soon as you noticed who they were, you swallowed. They were probably scouts, it was very common in finals of these competitions, you were used to it. You also were used to being ignored by all of them scouts. You had tried many times before to make connections and make yourself known, maybe even meeting a potential sponsor, but they always ignored you. They weren’t interested in a girl, they didn’t care about a woman in motorsports. Your only hope was that one day you would meet a female scout and she would see your potential.

But meanwhile, there were only men, and they didn’t give two fucks about you. So you didn’t even get close enough to join, you heard Charles and Max talking with them, and you just turned around, going back to your kart.

You pulled a few tools from your backpack, working to fix the difficulties you felt during the race.

“What are you doing?” A man approached you, crouching close to watch your work. You briefly looked up, the guy was wearing sunglasses and a cap, just a normal guy, looking like someone’s dad.

“I’m fixing my steering wheel, it was a bit stuck during the race so I had to double the force used to be able to make it work,” you explained, and he nodded.

“You finished second, right? Why are you here by yourself?” The man asked.

“The other kids don’t like me very much. And they’re talking to the scouts,” you shrugged, trying not to think about all the opportunities they would get and you wouldn’t.

“You should be there, no? Meeting scouts is important for your career.”

“They’re not very interested in a girl racer. Believe me, I know.” You muttered, finishing with the steering wheel, testing to see if it was working all right. You turned, fixing your left rear tyre. The tyre wasn’t responding very well to the braking, “besides, my kart won’t fix itself, right? Look, you see how this tyre is slower to respond to my braking? It messed up with my balance during the race. I could have won.”

“Shouldn’t you take your kart somewhere to get it fixed?” The man asked, helping you unscrew the tyre.

“Can’t afford it,” you said, “I’m saving to try and get into F4, so I can’t spare any money on this one.”

You weren’t usually this talkative with new people, mostly keeping to yourself. But maybe you were missing a grownup figure in your life since your dad had dipped and your mom was always busy. And that man sounded really interested in your stuff, so it felt natural explaining to him.

“So, no one sponsoring you?” He asked, which made you look at him again, hesitantly.

“No, uh, I had one but he dropped me last year” you said, leaving out that part that it was your dad.

“You know who I am?” The man asked and you looked at him, shaking your head.

“Someone’s dad? I mean, I haven’t been introduced to all the kids and their parents yet, but you’re kinda familiar, so-” As you were babbling and trying to explain, he took off the cap and sunglasses, and you immediately recognized him, “oh my god!”

“Shh, shh” he silenced you, putting the disguise back.

“You’re Kimi Raikkonen!” You whispered, and he nodded.

“I’ll be your new sponsor, eh? What do you say?”

"Just like that?"

"Just like that," he nodded.

"How do you know I'm good enough for a sponsorship?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"Well, are you good enough for a sponsorship?" He asked. He had been keeping an eye out at that very category, and you had caught his attention as seemingly smart and emotionally controlled with the kart.

"I'm the best of the bunch," you smiled at him and you won him over with that answer.

Kimi became your lifeline, in a way. His family was quick to embrace you in an affectionate way you would’ve never expected of them. They invited you for their little New Year’s party, and you eventually told everything about your life to Kimi. His wife Minttu had also taken you as one of her own and their kids liked you a lot.

Under Minttu’s suggestion, Kimi also enrolled you in language classes, so besides English, you spent the next years learning French and Spanish, and you also caught a little Finnish from being so close to them.

You kept pushing your way up from F4 to F3 and so on, but instead of climbing it steadily like the boys, you had to win two or three times more than them to prove you were worth taking the next step.

You were 16 when your paths crossed with the boys from your childhood again. They recognised you, but they never really talked to you, so they didn't this time around either.

Coming out of the bathroom you once again caught a conversation, and you stopped dead as soon as you heard your name.

“No, not really… I don’t see her like that at all- she’s- uh-” Charles was speaking, probably looking for the words in english, “-she’s more like one of the boys.”

You paused, your breath hitched.

“Yeah,” that was Max, “I don’t see her like that either. I guess she doesn’t care about the things girls her age do.”

You felt a lump in your throat, retreating back to the bathroom. You stood in front of the mirror, watching your face as the tears fell down on your cheeks. You were dressed in your regular racing day attire, cargo pants and a sweater. You didn’t wear makeup and your hair was all frizzy because of the helmet.

The next time you went to the Raikkonen residence, you pulled Minttu aside one moment.

“I want to be pretty. Will you help me?”

You two went through a long chat with Minttu reassuring you that you were pretty in your own way and you insisting you wanted to be pretty like other girls, more feminine and girly.

When you entered F2 after the winter break, you felt and looked like some better version of yourself. Minttu had helped you set a skincare routine that was already helping clear your face from teenage acne. She also took you to a hair salon, where you trimmed your hair and made a few highlights. She upgraded your wardrobe, and even if you tried to refuse saying it was too much, she said it was a Christmas gift and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Your path until reaching F1 was slow and steady, and you were a reserve driver for two years before finally getting a seat at McLaren. You knew Kimi probably had a hand in getting you a chance, but he denied every time you asked.

Kimi told you the raw truth before the season started. He and Minttu sat you down and talked about how the world and Formula 1 would expect more of you than of any other rookie. How they would stress your mistakes tenfold. How they would diminish your achievements with the same intensity. You weren’t afraid, really.

“I’ve lived with my greatest hater more than half of my life, I can handle strangers” you had laughed to the couple.

Still, Kimi taught you everything about his Iceman persona, and told you to pick whatever you wanted from it. Minttu also convinced you to start therapy, which you accepted.

The hate started as soon as you were announced. Beyond the regular misogyny, they were calling you too old to be a rookie at 24, they were questioning your abilities even with numerous championships from other categories to back you up, even with the fact that your mentor was Kimi fucking Raikkonen. But you didn’t let any of that get under your skin.

Sebastian Vettel was quickly drawn to you, and he became your first friend in Formula 1. He had been close with Kimi from the time they were teammates, and he kinda adopted you.

The guys your age didn’t want to get too close to you. The very few times they talked or walked with you, it sparked romance rumors, and soon they pretty much ignored or avoided you. You knew their intentions weren't to be mean, they were probably just avoiding problems with the media and their girlfriends or wives, but it didn’t hurt any less every time they walked straight past you.

One of those times you were going to the group press conference and all three of the guys walked past you as you tried to chat with them. Your shoulders slumped, and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“What was that?” You jumped at the sound of another voice. You looked behind you to see Fernando Alonso walking up to you. Up until that point, he had been polite to you.

“Oh,” you stumbled over your words, “being seen talking to me is bad press, apparently.”

“Una tontería,” he muttered, shaking his head, which made you laugh, surprised. He put a friendly hand over your shoulder and led you to the media session.

Simples as that, Fernando too became your friend.

You asked your PR manager, Amanda, to bend a few rules to make sure you would always be at the press conference with Seb and Nando or at least one of them. Most of the time, you did. But sometimes you were unlucky and had to sit stiffly through rounds of absurdly odd (and downright misogynistic) questions by yourself.

Soon you gave up on befriending the other drivers and being charming to the media. You realized the Iceman persona of Kimi looked like a good way to protect yourself from the clutches of the motorsport world. By the sixth race of the year, you gained the Lioness nickname. An agile hunter in your driving style and just as fierce in your answers.

“You’re always seen more comfortable with either Sebastian or Fernando, who are way older than you” some reporter said, “why is that?”

“I believe we’re closer in maturity age,” you said, face expressionless. You heard snickers around the room and you looked to Fernando who was visibly holding a laugh.

“So you’re saying the other drivers are immature?” The reporter pressed, but you didn’t want to talk anymore.

“No,” it’s all you answered, putting your mic down.

Everyone already thought you were arrogant, selfish, and superficial, and as you embraced your cold persona, you just fed into their assumptions. You couldn't care less, it was a good way to protect yourself, to be distant from the media who were constantly trying to drag you to the dirt. 

“You mentioned the other day that you believe you should’ve joined F1 around the time the guys your age did. Why do you think that didn’t happen?”

“Because of what’s between my legs, Brian” you deadpanned.

You had to prove yourself two or three times more than the boys every single step of the way, to get into F4, F3, F2 and now F1. You made it, you were there, between the 20 best of motorsport in the whole world… and still… Still you had to hear questions about how you managed to race with a period, questions about boyfriends, questions about hair care or skin care, or whatever. You wouldn’t mind any of that if those were common questions, if they were asked of every driver, but they were only asked of you.

“I would like to express that, from now on, I will only answer questions that would be asked of the male drivers too, about the sport, about the cars, about strategies and everything that revolves around racing,” you warned one day before the end of a media conference when someone asked if your PMS interfered in your racing.

You started to not give two fucks about the media. Every time someone asked you a misogynistic question you just stared at them and put your mic down. So those types of question died down a little bit.

“Do you think you would’ve already been world champion had you entered Formula 1 earlier, let’s say at age 19/20?”

“Yes.”

Most of the guys ignored or avoided you, but your path always clashed with Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen. They always hinted at not liking you in the slightest, and the media and the fans started catching up to it, throughout your rookie year. They would shamelessly shade you, and you never backed down, giving it as hard as you got.

You walked to a reporter, still using a towel to dry your face at the post race interview.

“Did you hear what Leclerc said about your move as you left the pits?” The man asked you.

“No, I didn’t. Do I look like I care about a man’s opinion?” You said, loud and clear.

You got as many fans as you got haters, especially as you messed with Leclerc’s and Verstappen’s loud fanbases. It wasn’t really on purpose, but one of them would usually jab at you in interviews, and when word got back to you, it would anger you to no end, and you would shade them back, and in an insane amount of back-and-forths until your rivalry was in articles, the news, twitter threads, and in the mind of every single reporter in a race week.

“Verstappen talked about your overtake at lap 49, he said it was a dirty move.”

“Like he did to me back in Silverstone?” Your eyes held a mischievous glint as you scoffed, “Funny, you didn’t see me whining about it back then.”

You had the best rookie year ever since Lewis Hamilton debuted. You almost reached the same overall numbers as him, getting six podiums and your first ever Formula 1 victory. You finished the driver’s championship in fifth place, over older drivers that were literal champions of the world.

The first time Lewis Hamilton really engaged in conversation with you was during the FIA Prize Giving Ceremony by the end of the season. You were proudly smiling, holding your Rookie of the Year trophy. He had been polite to you before, but he always looked unattainable, in a way. He was beyond the world of Formula 1.

“Congratulations!” He smiled at you, sitting by your side. Your heart thrumming in your chest, trying not to fangirl too much. Sometimes it was unbelievable sharing casual conversation with legends you grew up admiring from afar.

“Thank you, Lewis. Congratulations on the championship!” You said.

“I’m sorry for not realizing most of the boys were excluding you. I chatted about it with Seb, and he told me your only friends are him and Fernando.” Lewis whispered, looking genuine, “I guess I was so focused on the championship that I didn’t bother to check on you. I’m sorry, really.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you raised your trophy, “I made it, right?”

“Succeeding despite the adversities… I see traits of a champion in you, congratulations” Lewis got up, raising his flute in a toast for you, “see you around, Lioness!”

Soon the next season you realized you had a competitive car. More than the year before. As for the first few races of the season, you had a win and podiums, which put you as a contender for the driver’s championship. Unfortunately the other people competing closely with you were none other than Charles and Max. Your rivalry had died down a bit when they noticed that you only shaded them when they provoked you first. So as their jabs became few and far between, it meant your clap backs did too.

The season was as good as it could get, that is until Monza.

You had felt the problems braking specifically during qualifying and your team tried to fix it but there wasn’t much anyone could do due to parc fermé. So you spent part of the night before the race working with your strategist to find a way around your braking problems and the best way to preserve your tyres.

The data had shown it would take a bit more strength to brake, which would eat up at your tyres quicker than usual, but other than that, everything seemed normal.

You all were wrong.

As the race went on, your brakes got progressively worse, to the point that curves were taking your body strength so much you could feel your muscles sore.

“We are considering retiring the car,” Jace, your engineer said. You inhaled, trying to calm down.

You were barely holding your P5, when you saw a Red Bull approaching you. You weren’t in position to fight, so he overtook you turning in a chicane. But your brakes didn’t work as you tried to slow down behind Max’s car, you tried not going into him but your tyres locked as you tried to avoid his rear. You drove straight into his rear, making the two of you lose control of your car. You braced for impact against the wall but luckily the gravel slowed you enough that you just touched the barrier.

After checking with your engineer, you left the car and saw Max leaving his, both DNFs.

You knew of your fame of being a reckless driver, often known for risky maneuvers and overtakes, but you never dove into someone intentionally because you knew trying to take someone out would mean yourself getting taken out too. As a marshal took you back to the garage on a motorcycle, you were ready to swallow your pride and apologize to Max for accidentally taking him out.

But as soon as you stepped down from the motorcycle, Max was in your space. His face was red and his hair all sweaty and disheveled, when he fronted you, chest to chest. You knew there were dozens of cameras pointed to you, so you tried to diffuse the tension for once.

“Are you insane?! Why did you drive into me?!” He kept advancing and for each of his steps ahead, you took one back to try and explain. But he didn’t give you a second screaming all kinds of curses and blame, “you should’ve never made it to Formula 1!”

His words were like a slap to the face, and you stopped trying to apologize or explain. You put both hands to your back, inflating your chest to face him.

“You don’t get to fucking decide that! You dipshit! Who the fuck do you think you are?” You said to his face, that’s when someone from the RedBull garage ran closer and stood between you.

You watched as he was taken away from you and inside his garage. At the same time your PT found you and walked you back to McLaren.

Changing from your race suit, you tried to cool down before going to the media. You gulped down your water as you watched Charles leading the race, and getting closer to the championship than you.

“There was an altercation between you and Max Verstappen, can you comment on that?”

“He was visibly upset with the racing incident.” It was all you said, after chatting with your PR manager before stepping out to chat with the journalists.

“And what happened at that incident? Can you walk us through it?”

“Yes, uh, we’ve been feeling something wrong with our braking system since yesterday. The data showed us it would require me to be more forceful during braking, which seemed feasible. But the brakes were wearing off during the race and we were about to retire when I completely lost the brakes. I really tried to avoid him but my tyres locked and I ended up hitting Verstappen.”

“Are you sure this accident has nothing to do with the ongoing rivalry between the two of you?” You got offended by the reporter's words.

“Of course! I would never intentionally do something to put myself or other drivers at risk. I have all the data to back me up and anyone can check my onboard.”

The FIA investigated your altercation with Max, and you ended up getting an unsportsmanlike behavior penalty. Two points in your super license.

“What the fuck?! Why the fuck would I be punished for that! There are fourteen different angles from that argument and all of them show how Verstappen aggressively came on to me first!”

It got worse when you heard that only you had gotten a penalty and Max didn’t even get a reprimand.

Everyone close to you noticed how you were on edge next week. During media day your answers were short, dry, and every single journalist seemed to want to talk about the penalty.

“Yes, I do have opinions on my penalty. But no, I won’t talk about it, only the FIA’s opinion is relevant” Your words during the press conference were enough to express a little dissatisfaction and to put an end to those questions. Everyone was surprised at the fact you chose to be quiet about the whole ordeal, they were all expecting your complaints and harsh words.

When you went back to your driver’s room, you went straight to lay your head on your mom’s lap, feeling a bit down. You stayed quiet as she ran her hands through your hair softly untangling it. She knew you were upset and why, so none of you bother to voice anything, bashing in the comforting silence.

The best thing about Formula 1 was being able to retire your mom from working, now you didn’t have to worry about her burning out and she didn’t have to worry about bills or mortgage or debts. Now she had a new, bigger and better house, everything was paid for and you even gave her a credit card for hobbies or whatever she wanted. She sometimes went to the races, but she usually stayed at home, relaxing.

“I know things are hard right now,” you mom started, her voice soft, caring, “but I know you can do it, honey. You’ve faced pushback since the beginning of this dream, but you always came out on top.”

“Thank you for believing in me.”

“You will be a world champion, honey. I know it.” She smiled down at you.

You sat up as your mom removed her watch, handing it to you.

“I wanted to give it to you on your birthday, but I feel like this is the right moment,” she turned the watch, showing you the inscription that read strong woman, and you felt your eyes water, “this was my grandma’s. She gave it to my mom, who gave it to me, and now it’s yours.”

That week you got a victory, raising your P1 trophy for your mom, who was watching you with a hand on her heart, crying happy tears.

As the season progressed the championship became even tighter between the three of you. Mere points set the three of you apart, and with each week result, the P1, P2 and P3 shifted between you. It had become one of the most competitive seasons in the sport.

When the third to last race came in Qatar, you were P3 in the championship, and you needed at least P4 in that race to keep fighting for the championship. You didn’t care about anything other than getting a podium, focused on your racing mindset, no distractions. If you only got that win, it would mean getting back that P1 in the championship and you would go down in history.

You were P3 after your last pitstop of the race, you had a small window of time to take advantage of being with new mediums while everyone else was with old softs. You had to pull ahead and open at least ten seconds, so you could become first when Max went to the pits. You had the perfect opportunity for an undercut.

That was until you overtook Charles’ Ferrari for P2. You passed him easily, he hadn’t gone to the pits yet, so he had old tyres. But you frowned as Jace warned you about Leclerc trying to take the position back. He couldn’t fight against your new tyres, everyone knew that. You accelerated to open a distance, but as you went fast into turn 4, you only felt the hit to your side, making you lose control of the car.

It was barely a few seconds that you couldn’t wrap your head around, so shocked you couldn’t brake, only feeling your stomach churn as you braced for impact. The second hit came against the barriers even harder than the first, it shook your whole body, leaving you dizzy and out of breath.

You talked with Jace, telling him in a shaky voice that you were okay but out of breath, and you unlocked your seatbelts with trembling hands. After removing your steering wheel, you tried to get up but you were dizzy and your legs felt like jelly. A marshal helped you out of the car, but as soon as your feet were on the ground, you stumbled to your knees. The nausea got the best of you and you puked against your balaclava and inside the helmet. The marshals made a small shield around you, as one of them helped you remove the helmet and balaclava, still dry heaving. The marshal gave you a towel, and you cleaned the best you could as the ambulance was coming.

You looked behind you to your destroyed car.

And just like that, you had lost any chance at the championship.

You held your tears as you went through the medical procedures and examinations. The world had been muted in the background and you could only hear the noise of the crash, visualizing your ruined car, and your dreams being crushed once again.

But as you came back to the hospitality, you found your mom, and sobbed quietly against her chest.

“It’s ok, honey. It’s okay,” her voice was so soothing and the pain meds were working, so you cried yourself to sleep while she held you.

Later that day, you watched the replay of your crash. Leclerc had gone way too close to you, but in turn 4 he hit the curbs and lost control, hitting your car right in the middle, full force. Your car had spun out a lot then hit the barriers. It was lucky that you had come out of the crash relatively unharmed, it was ugly and could’ve been a lot worse, from the way you spun and the G force your car hit the barrier with.

“You’re still watching that?” Your mom’s voice sounded in the middle of the night.

“He shouldn’t have tried to fight for the position back, he didn’t even have enough tyres for that! And he was way too close, look!”

Your mom closed your laptop, putting it on the coffee table. She took your hands in hers and smiled gently.

“I’m sorry about the championship. But I’m glad you’re okay, that was one of the scariest couple of seconds of my entire life,” she whispered, teary eyed.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, ashamed that it didn’t cross your mind how worried she might have been.

“It’s okay, honey. There’s always next year, I’m sure you will be world champion. And will be there cheering for you.”

The next week in Jeddah, you felt like the world was out to get you when they put you in the press conference with both Max and Charles, as well as Lewis and Sebastian.

“Y/N, how are you feeling after last week’s crash? It looked pretty bad.” Someone asked.

“I am doing ok, thank you,” that’s all you said into the mic.

“Unfortunately, the crash ultimately took you out of the championship, what do you say about that?”

You were so tired of that question, so tired of your PR manager talking in your head about not blaming Charles publicly, despiste your desire to scream to whoever may hear that the monegasque just wanted to take you out of the competition, so he could fight only Verstappen for the championship. You just wanted the season to be over, in all honesty.

“There’s always next year, right?” You echoed your mom's words, that were also your rehearsed answer. You looked to the side, feeling Sebastian’s hand softly on your forearm, a silent show of support.

You left as soon as it was over. You knew Charles had been trying to talk to you. You supposed it was to apologize, but you weren’t having it. You were still so angry at him that you worried you’d punch him as soon as he was in your face. So you just avoided him like the plague. You didn’t want to see him, and you couldn’t afford another punishment if you acted on your anger.

“Charles has been looking for you,” Sebastian said, walking up to you as you were finishing braiding your hair for the race.

“I have been avoiding him,” you said, not looking at Seb, still focusing on your braids.

“He just wants to apologize.”

“And I want to punch him in the face, so what? We can’t always get what we want” You clenched your jaw, using an elastic band to finish.

“Y/N…” Sebastian sounded tired.

“Don’t Y/N me. I just want this season to be over, ok? The championship was in my reach, and now it’s not. And it wasn’t even my own fault. So no, I won’t see him.”

Sebastian didn’t say anything as he walked to you and pulled you in an affectionate hug that made you want to cry again.

During the driver’s parade, Fernando acted almost as a guard dog, not letting anyone close to you. You talked with him and Lewis about the crash, explaining how it felt to you.

When the season ended, you got a third place trophy during the Prize Giving Ceremony. You remembered your dad’s words throughout the entire night. Coming down from the stage, and you met with Minttu and Kimi, they congratulated you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of failure. You looked at Charles on the stage with his P2 trophy.

“Anything other than the first is failure, right?” You sighed, eyes glued to the stage, where Max got the trophy of Champion of the World.

“What crap is that?” Kimi said, suddenly.

“My dad used to say that when I was a kid.”

“Well he was an asshole,” Kimi said matter-of-factly, “and he never made it to F1. He didn’t even make it to F4, he has no reason or power to get in your head. You were just a kid. You understand?”

“Yes, Kimi," you swallowed, feeling some kind of wheight being lifted from your shoulders. Kimi had done many great things for your life with very few words, and his succint way of being was great to pull you back to the present whenever you anxiety got the best of you.

You ended up getting the Personality of the Year award too, which was such a surprise that it worked wonders to lift your spirits and to end the season with a sweet note.

Even being in a better mood, you didn’t stay at the party too late, saying your farewell to your friends as you dropped Kimi and his wife at the hotel. You were removing your makeup after a shower when there was a knock on your hotel room door. Thinking it was an emergency, you rushed only to be faced with Charles Leclerc.

“What are you doing here?” You looked around the hall, confused.

“Can I talk to you?” Charles was still dressed in his formal attire, black tie. He fiddled with his fingers as you let him in, afraid someone might see him at your door.

“What?” You crossed your arms as you closed the door.

“I’m really sorry about the crash in Qatar,” he waited for your answer with bated breath.

“Can we have this conversation when next season starts?” You proposed. You knew you weren’t ready for that talk yet, too much anger was still clouding your judgment for a level-headed talk.

“It wasn’t my intention to take you out-” He started but you cut him off.

“Look, you’ve never liked me, I’m aware, and you cost me an entire championship, so I don’t know if I believe you.”

“It really wasn’t intentional, the accident cost me the championship as well,” you could see in his eyes that his patience was wearing thin. But so did yours.

“No it didn’t. You still had a chance even after that DNF, you just didn’t win anyway,” your anger simmered again, making you raise your voice.

“Fuck you! You treat me like this because you always felt like you were better than everyone-”

“I treat you like this?! Be fucking for real, Charles! You hate me so much you took my chance at the championship away!”

“If you had more wins during the season maybe this wouldn’t be a problem right now!”

“Unbelievable! Because you are so much better than me, all you got was second place!”

“Shut up.”

“You’ve always hated me for absolutely no reason-”

“Shut up.”

“And now you think you can barge into my room and tell me you think I’m a shitty driver? I’m not standing for-”

“Shut up!” He shouted, which was so surprising you actually stopped talking.

The both of you were breathing heavily, in one second you were sure you could strangle him, in the next, his lips were against yours and his hand gripping your hair. The kiss was nasty, all teeth and lips and tongue, his hands going down your body, pressing you into him, and your fingers tugging at his suit, ripping the buttons. You broke the kiss, gasping for air, but Charles’ lips found your neck and he bit into your pulse point.

“Fuck you, Charles” you said, breathless, opening his trousers and he ripped your little sleep top with his bare hands.

It was so hot as you stumbled backwards and he followed you, tossing your top behind him, you took off his shirt and undershirt and he helped you kick out your shorts.

Charles pressed you against the wall, kissing you aggressively again, and you moaned as he placed his thigh between your legs, and you ground against him, turned on, dampening his trousers with the wet of your panties. You pressed your hand against his bulge, and he groaned, pressing into you even harder, humping like horny teenagers.

You didn’t even bother to get him naked, with his trousers half undone, you just pulled his cock out, heavy in your hands. You watched his pained expression as you spit on your hand so you could masturbate him.

“Fuck it,” you moaned, knowing grinding on him was not nearly enough.

You pulled your panties to the side, and lined his cock up into you. It was so tight as he slid into you, that your eyes rolled in pleasure, and he raised one of your legs against his waist to make room for his hips. He pulled back and snapped his hips into you again, his cock stretching you so good you were shaking. You put one arm around his shoulders holding on him and the other hand you held his ass under his loose trousers, your nails biting into his flesh as you pushed him even deeper.

“Fuck, ah-” he moaned in your ear, “so hot- putain-”

The loud, wet sounds of his hips pistoning into you were obscene. You angrily bit him, his shoulders, his chest, his jaw and he went even harder, your back hitting the wall behind you, and you pulled his hair, sweat starting to form all over your body.

“Fuck, Charles!” Your moans got even louder, and Charles stuck two fingers into your mouth, muffling your sounds as he fucked you.

He was hitting the perfect spot inside you, and it was enough for you to know you would come that way. You slapped his cheek, taking out some of your anger and he groaned, going harder. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and held your neck, pressing your torso against the wall and choking you a little bit.

“I can’t hold much longer” he warned you between gritted teeth, relentlessly fucking you.

You pinched your own nipples and it didn’t take long for you to come, your cunt clenching so hard around him, it was enough to send him over the edge too.

Shaking, the two of you slid to the floor, breathlessly lying down, half naked and sweaty.

None of you said a word.

When he was ready to go again, he put you on your knees, your torso against the mattress, and he pounded into your cunt mercilessly from behind.

The third and last time was lazy, slow missionary and he held your wrists above your head with one hand, pressed your clit with the other, sucked a few hickeys around your tits and his cock pressed over and over your g-spot.

When you woke up the next morning, Charles was still asleep by your side. You went into the bathroom and showered, hoping he would catch the hint and leave. But as you came out showered and dressed, he was still out cold. So you quietly packed your bag and left for the airport.

[dark-moonlust]

A Better Use for Your Mouth

Pairing: Dragon monster x human f!reader

Summary: you are bored and you decide to go tease your dragon mate which gives him ideas about using your mouth.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, explicit monster smut, huge 🍆, oral (male receiving), lots of come that leads to belly bulge. Don’t like, don’t read.

It was a quiet evening. Too quiet actually.

The lair was silent, your mate Eryndor was studying some ancient scrolls and practicing his dragon magic. You sat on the edge of the grand bed, staring at the ceiling. You were bored and you missed him. You dragon mate was wonderful but once he started studying his magic, he lost track of time. You were certain he was once again entranced in his books and scrolls.

With a mischievous grin on your face, you hurried to the big library and peeked your head inside. Your dragon didn’t take notice of you and you let your eyes caress his image. Eryndor was sitting on his back legs, studying some ancient scrolls while weaving fiery magic with his clawed hands. He was a sight to behold; huge and towering, his scales shimmering like molten gold. He had a horned face, a strong jaw with sharp teeth, amber eyes and a body that exuded power and grace.

“I can smell you, little mate,” he drawled and turned to you, his voice vibrating delightfully.

Smiling, you sauntered over to him, letting your fingers trail along his body, feeling the heat of his scales. “Eryndor,” you purred, leaning in close, “do you really have to study those old scrolls right now?”

He chuckled, the hint of a smile playing at maw. “Are you trying to distract me, pretty mate?”

“Perhaps,” you answered, your fingers dancing lower, tracing his underbelly and over the slit that concealed his cock. “How about you take a break? We could talk.”

Eryndor’s eyes darkened. “Talk? Hmm… I have some ideas…”

“Including talking?” you prodded suggestively.

“Including using your lovely mouth.”

“That sounds exciting, dragon.”

Eryndor tossed away the scrolls with a sharp thump. He sat on his back legs and gently pulled you to your knees between them.

“You have my attention, little one,” he said, his voice a velvet purr.

A huge clawed hand, as big as your head guided you down, with such gentle care and love. His other hand toyed with your plump lips as his thick, impressive cock emerged from its protective slit. Your mouth watered at the sight; his shaft was long and thick, covered by ridges. The head was flared and tipped with breads of moisture. The sheer size of him made your pussy clench, warmth pooling in your belly.

You cupped the base with both hands and wrapped your lips around the head, swirling your tongue over the sensitive tip and licking the precum. Eryndor let out a low groan, his grip tightening slightly as you took him deeper, inch by inch. His cock was a challenge— you couldn’t wrap your hands around him nor take him fully in your mouth. But you could pleasure him, he’d taught you what and how he liked his cock to be pleasured.

“That’s it,” he growled approvingly, his voice thick with arousal. “Such a good mate. Show me how deep you can take me, precious.”

Nodding fervently, you lowered yourself on his dick, taking the whole cockhead, your eyes fluttering up to meet his glinting gaze. Eryndor looked so pleased and aroused so you pressured yourself to go a little further, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard. You heard his growl of approval and shivered pleasurable as he gently petted your hair while you worked your mouth over his length.

“Such a pretty sight and such a good little mouth,” he rumbled, watching his cock fill your mouth, your lips stretched around him.

You moaned around his cock and relaxed your throat, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. Then you pulled his cock out of your mouth, which was now coated in your saliva and dove back down on it. Eryndor’s breathing grew heavier, his body jerking slightly. Your slurpy sounds and his growls reverberated through the lair. You pumped your mouth over him, tongue lavishing attention on every ridge and all around the sensitive cockhead.

“Such a beautiful mate,” he praised, his voice strained. “Taking me so well. Are you ready, mate? Ready for your dragon’s cum?”

“Mph… ‘m ready—” you could hardly speak with his cock in your mouth.

“Will you swallow everything down like a good girl? Keep it in your belly?”

“All of it—mphhh—” you muttered, your head bobbing up and down on his shaft. “Gonna swallow it all.”

With a menacing growl, Eryndor’s claws tightened in your hair, gently holding you in place as he thrust gently, your throat stretching to accommodate his girth. You gagged because he was so deep, your mouth too full of him. With a final, deep thrust, he spilled into your mouth, his cock pulsing erratically. He released load after load of his seed, and you swallowed eagerly, the taste of him filling you completely. It was too much—it always was, but you licked every single drop, until your belly was bulging with his seed.

When he finally stopped cumming, you drew back, gasping for air, your lips swollen and glistening with his essence. You cupped you swollen belly and sighed; fuck, that was one good session. You called when he ripped your clothes, his draconian eyes caressing your form.

“How about I lick your pretty drenched pussy now? Hm?” His voice was a sensual purr.

You opened your legs wide, an eager smile on your lips. “Yes, my dragon,” you whispered. “Oh, yes please.”

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[vminizzle]

Sweet lips

pairing : playboy?jungkook x nerd!f.reader

genre : SMUT

warnings : CRINGE ASF, soft dom!jk, sub!reader, shy!reader, tattooed!jk, mention of being cheated on, mention of multiple partners, mention of corruption kink, a lot of teasing, swearing, making out, exhibitionism, public sex, !!consensual!!, marking, fingering, finger sucking, hair pulling, slight dry humping, orgasm denial, oral (f.receiving), oral (m.receiving), cum swallow, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, (jk is a pleaser), pet names, praising, possessiveness, dacryphilia, penetration, unprotected sex, missionary, jerking off, aftercare :)

words count : 7.9k

you can read part 2 HERE

A/N : Well, hi back my dear friends! I’m so happy to be back, it’s been so long since I wrote something. I took a hiatus to concentrate on myself, and other personal stuff. Unfortunately for me, I extended my break since I needed time to recover from my exams results. You got it right, I didn’t pass my year. I decided to re-do it one last time and do my best. I hope I will pass this year. Well, enough of me. NOW, I’m finally posting again! Here’s my “comeback” fic lmao. I tried my best - it’s kinda difficult to write after a long break but I wanted to write something good for you guys. But please don’t expect something awesome. REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. And so many words had been repeated sorry. Anyways, thank you so much for waiting for me, thank you for you support and love. I love you guys a lot - sunny [ fic heavily unedited ]

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“hi there my favorite nerd.” you heard Jungkook announce his presence behind you, making you curse internally.

“Be quiet, you’re in a library.” you shushed him, reminding him where he was as he stood next to your chair.

“noticed that. boring.” he pursed his lips before taking your reading glasses off, putting them on top of his cap instead.

“Jungkook.” you whined annoyed when he pushed your book away, a smirk plastered on his face.

“what do you want this time?” you furrowed your eyebrows making him act like he was thinking for a few seconds.

“I want a taste of your lips.” he poked your nose lightly making you roll your eyes, before you stood up to walk toward the bookshelves.

Jungkook put his bag on the chair you were sat on, leaving his cap and your glasses on the desk, before following you to the shelves  at the back of the library.

“so?” he watched as you scanned the row of book before you, searching for a specific one.

“hmm, you’re ignoring me now?” he approached you slowly, hand grabbing your wrist stopping you from taking a book.

“C’mon Jungkook, let go. What do you want?”

“I told you.” he backed you slowly to the wall, looking straight into your eyes as he spoke.

“I want a taste of your pretty lips.” he tilted his head to the side.

“I want to know, to guess, what’s your lip balm’s flavor today.” he grinned.

“Yesterday was watermelon. Wednesday it was strawberry and Tues-“

“enough.” you slapped his shoulder making him chuckled.

“Don’t you have anyone else to annoy?”

“No. I want to annoy you.” he pinched your cheek making you sighed heavily.

“I was studying.”

“I was searching for you everywhere on the campus.” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I want you.” he said, looking straight into your eyes.

You stayed quiet for a few seconds, heart beating faster at his words.

“So, can I kiss you pretty girl?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

You stared at him, his hair perfectly styled, his strong cologne made you feel lightheaded, he smelled way too good - and the way his tongue played with his lip piercing…

“yes.” you agreed, looking down timidly.

He grinned satisfied before lifting your face.

He bent down a little to capture your lips into a slow kiss, your arms going up to wrap around his neck as he pressed his body onto yours.

Jungkook sucked on your bottom lip earning a soft moan from you.

“Shh. Be quiet, you’re in a library.” he teased making you roll your eyes at the chosen words.

“you’re so pretty today.” he complimented genuinely, his hands caressing your sides, a soft smile adorning his lips.

“Thanks.” you murmured shyly, feeling the -infamous butterflies- in the pit of your stomach at the compliment, making Jungkook smiled widely.

You felt his hand cascading down the side of your thigh making you gasp, looking at him surprised at the sudden move.

“what are you doing?” you whisper-yelled panicked, his fingers caressing the smooth skin of your thigh under your plaid skirt.

“nothing.” he answered, hand sliding between your legs.

You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling his hand getting too close to your panties as you closed your legs making him let a breathy laugh.

“Jungkook, we’re in public.”

“no shit Sherlock.” he said amused.

“there is no one here.” he shrugged.

“what if someone.. see us?” you asked uncertain.

“let them watch then.” he teased, a stupid smirk plastered on his face.

“Jungk-“

“don’t worry hm?” he started.

“you trust me?” 

You stayed silent for a while before nodding.

“good.” he pecked your forehead.

Jungkook pushed your legs apart as he kissed on your neck softly. You felt his hand between your thighs again as he caressed your lightly covered core gently with his fingertips making you whimper.

“so sensitive.” he hummed, biting on your neck.

Jungkook suddenly got on his knees surprising you.

“what.. what are you doing?” 

His hands went under your skirt again, slightly pulling on the hem of your panties making your body warm up even more.

“are you insane?” you panicked looking around.

“Be quiet angel.” he warned slapping your thigh lightly.

“Trust me.” he repeated making you gulp.

“Listen, we can stop at any moment hm.” he laid a delicate kiss above your knee making you feel weak.

“we still good?” he looked up at you making sure you’re not too uncomfortable so he would stop and not force you.

You took a deep breath before giving him the green light.

“good.”

Jungkook started kissing on the inside of your thigh, leaving light marks after his trail up to your core as he sucked on the warm skin.

You watched as his head disappeared under your skirt, one hand resting on your hip, the other one gripping on your thigh.

You gasped when you felt his lips against your clothed clit, a gentle kiss being pressed on the part you needed him the most at the moment. He could felt the wetness soaking through the fabric making him smirk.

You felt his hands caressed their ways up under your skirt to the waistband of your panties pulling on it lightly.

He glanced up at you checking if you were still fine.

Jungkook dipped his fingers into the panties’ waistband, dragging the soft material down your legs making you looked around anxiously.

“don’t worry angel.” he muttered, putting the damp panties in his Calvin Klein denim jacket’s pocket.

“I told you, there is no one here.” he caressed your calve reassuring you.

His fingers travelled up your leg before two of his fingers slid between your wet lips making you breathe heavily.

“fuck you’re dripping.” the man kneeling before you cursed.

You shivered when you felt his fingertips poke at your entrance.

“still with me, princess?”

You nodded making him hummed.

He inserted two fingers slowly inside you earning a chocked moan from you.

He moved in and out, feeling your warm velvety walls swallowing his fingers.

Jungkook lifted one of your leg, resting your thigh on his shoulder as his head disappeared under your plaid skirt again, your heart beating faster excitement running through your veins.

His mouth started working on your clit, sucking on bud of nerves erupting another moan from you, a louder one.

He slapped your thigh glaring up at you.

“Be quiet angel. Don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

You shook your head, tears forming in your eyes as he added another finger, twisting his wrist as he picked up the pace.

“You know, I don’t mind. But you.. tsk. Do you want everyone to see you like that? Me eating you out in the corner of the library? Do you want that darling?”

He tilted his head to the side innocently making you shook your head again pleadingly.

“so be quiet.”

Jungkook went back to suck on your clit, the tip of his tongue sliding over the sensitive bud of nerves.

You put your hand over your mouth to keep quiet as he ate you out. Pulling his fingers out, he replaced them with his tongue. His thumb pressed on your clit, rubbing on it gently as his tongue went in and out your core.

“fuck!” you whined, your fingers flying down to his long black hair tugging on the soft locks harshly as his thumb drew faster circles on your clit, applying more pressure on it.

Jungkook knew you were close, by the way your thighs were slightly shaking around his head, your fingers pulling harder on his hair, the little whimpers escaping your mouth, he knew your body well.

Pulling away, he inserted his fingers back inside you, repeatedly curling them so he could hit on that one spot that could make you scream his name shamelessly, his other hand holding on your waist firmly as he felt your knees buckling.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna- fuck I can’t.” you sobbed, biting on your knuckles to stay quiet.

“Cum.” he pulled his head back from under your skirt to watch your face as you come undone on his fingers.

“Cum for me doll.”

Your head hit the wall behind you lightly as you threw it back, arching your back, closing your eyes shut feeling your climax washed over you.

You moaned his name, a tear sliding down your cheek.

“you’re so pretty.” he groaned before going down to lick your juice making you flinched at the contact on your sensitive part again.

Jungkook collected the wetness between your legs on two fingers before standing up.

Looking straight into your eyes, he put the long digits in his mouth, sucking them clean making you open your eyes widely.

“so sweet.” he smirked making you looked away embarrassed.

He turned your face to him again, wiping the tear away before pressing his lips against yours. His body was flat against you, enough to make you felt his boner.

“guys, it’s somewhere there!”

You detached from the - what was about to become a heated - kiss when you heard a group of friends walking closer.

“wait, I’m not sure. What’s the subject again?” a boy snorted.

“C’mon bro.” one of them huffed.

“Whatever, let’s just go back at our table, I’m done.” another boy talked sighing loudly.

Jungkook chuckled making you look at him curiously.

“are you this scared people see us together?” he pursed his lips, putting one hand on the wall next to your head.

“no no it’s not that.” you waved your hands in front of you feeling flustered at the way he was caging you.

“what is it then?” he teased caressing your cheek with his knuckles.

“I just.. not like that. I mean, we were.. you know..” you tried to explain.

“Oh hm, my panties. Can I have them back please?” you played with your fingers nervously.

“no.” 

“no?”

“you heard me.” he smirked, walking away scanning the opposed bookshelf.

“I can’t walk around like that.” you rushed to him grabbing on his arm.

“don’t worry about that, you’re coming with me anyways.” he shrugged.

“huh?”

“you’re coming home with me.”

“oh.. I thought I was tutoring you only on Wednesdays afternoons?” you asked dumbfounded.

“I need you to take care of something for me.”

“what?” you tilted your head to the side waiting for him to continue.

“that.” he grabbed your hand, pressing it lightly on his bulge.

“Oh I-“

“Or are you busy?”

“yes. I mean no? If you need- no I mean well.. I’m studying.. I mean not studying later! I’m not busy. I’m free!” you cleared your voice retracting your hand embarrassed.

“nice then.” Jungkook tried his best not to laugh at your shynesss. 

“But only if-“

“Only if what?” he interrupted you.

“Only if you give me my panties back. Please, i can’t walk around like this.” you looked down as he approached you more.

“Of course, angel. Don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable.” he kneeled down, pulling your panties out of his pocket before helping you put it back.

Jungkook stood up bending down to your ear before whispering.

“Keep in my mind, that the moment you step a foot in my bedroom, they will end up on the floor.” he pressed a kiss behind your ear, walking away leaving you speechless.

You put your hand over your heart, trying to collect yourself before following him.

When you arrived to your table, Jungkook already packed your things waiting for you.

“Thank you.” you went to grab your bag but he sling a strap of the backpack over his shoulder.

“do you have a tissue please?”

“yea. It’s in the front pocket of my bag, let me get one for you.”

You handed him the tissue, as he wiped his fingers with it before putting it the bin near the desk.

“Thanks.”

“Now let’s go.” he put his cap back on, putting your glasses on.

“Do I look sexier with glasses?” he smirked making you laugh.

“Oh yea you do.” you walked out the library with him to his car.

On your way to the parking lot, you could heard people talk about you. You knew it were not flattering comments. It was weird receiving so many looks, you almost felt like suffocating.

You weren’t the type to like getting attention. Well, attention from a lot of people. You just loved receiving attention from one person, it was enough.

“are you ok?” you heard Jungkook ask.

“huh?”

“your grip on my arm kept on tightening?”

“oh yea yea sorry.” you apologized letting go of his arm abruptly.

You didn’t even realized you were holding on his arm. You weren’t that touchy with Jungkook in public.

You barely interacted with him at college.

Actually, you sometimes avoided him. Not that you didn’t appreciate his company, even tho he spent his time annoying and distracting you - but because of people talking shit about you and bullying you.

Maybe some jealous girls that Jungkook had rejected?

You never talked about it with him. You refused to complain and act like a victim with him.

Let’s clear things for the confused ones, Jungkook wasn’t your boyfriend. You were his tutor. Well, you were supposed to be just his tutor but he decided to frequent you more often. 

You were a nice and smart girl. But, naive.

He knew how to have you wrapped around his finger. Have you at his mercy.

A simple and quiet student always by herself or either spending time with her best friend. You intrigued him a lot.

After being paired with you for a homework once, he decided to turn the situation to his side. Getting to know you more, he found out you were “innocent” and he just wanted to corrupt you.

He succeed, easily.

He started as a “student” of yours, flirting with you at each opportunities he could get to finally ruin your innocence slowly until he took your v-card. And he took pleasure from doing it.

He wasn’t the type to keep up with one partner. One day he’s flirting with a girl, the day after he’s making out with another one. He wasn’t into relationships. Had been cheated on once was enough for him.

He decided to just fuck around.

At first, he had a few intercourses with you, but that didn’t stop him from having sex with others at the same time.

Did you defined it as a friend with benefits relationship? He never said anything about it. You both never talked about what you were doing.

He just came at any moment and start something by flirting with you “accompanied“ of a few kisses. And you always fell for it.

At first, it was just very weird for you. You were new to all of this.

Your bestfriend warned you about Jungkook, but you just ignored him. You told him that you were conscious of what you were doing.

After a few weeks, you got used to it, used to him. You liked the playfulness, his teasing. You also liked the way he was always confused and lost when you explain the homework to him.

You got jealous once or twice for no reasons when he interacted with other girls but you brush it off, remembering yourself that there was nothing between you two and that Jungkook was this type of guy; with a flirty personality, surrounded by a lot of pretty girls, a party monster and more than that.

You knew very well but you never pushed him away.

Jungkook on his side, didn’t even realized the change in his habits. He had stopped having sex with other partners with time. He sticked to you.

Was it because you were always nice with him?

Was it because he loved the way you were submissive for him?

He loved the way you were so responsive, always reacting to every of his touches. You were just different.

He also started appreciating you as a friend.

You were supportive and always encouraging him. He loved the attention. 

He really liked when you came to watch his games, he liked the way you sometimes shared your lunch with him without complaining, he liked the way you would reprimand him when he would do some stupid stuff in class, he liked the way you laughed at his silly jokes, he liked the way you would cry out his name when he’s making you feel good, the way you begged when he’s acting hard to get.

He loved to play with you. But not in a really bad way. It was weird to explain.

But he didn’t really think more about all that. It became a routine, a part of his life.

Jungkook opened the car’s door for you as you thanked him.

The ride to his house was quiet, a pleasant silence though.

You couldn’t help but glanced at him time to time, ogling at him driving with one hand as his tattoed hand was resting on your upper thigh the whole time.

He was just so hot, you wanted to throw yourself out of the car.

Jungkook unlocked the front door of his house, letting you go in first before locking it behind him.

“don’t be shy, you know where’s my room hm?” he teased making you roll your eyes as you took your shoes off.

“let’s go.” he walked to the stairs as you followed him.

Your heart started beating faster, hands getting sweaty.

Why were you feeling that way all the time? Every times felt like the first time. It’s scary yet exciting. 

He pushed the bedroom’s door open, revealing the neat room. Just a few papers laying on the floor near his desk, but it was clean compared to the last time you came here.

Jungkook took his cap off, putting your school bag on his gaming chair before closing the door.

You were standing nervously in the middle of the room as he approached you.

“Remember what I told you earlier doll?”

You thought for a few seconds before shaking your head making him scoff.

“I told you, to keep in my mind that, the moment you step a foot in my bedroom, your panties will end up on the floor. Remember now?”

“Ah that.” you cleared your voice looking down.

“yea, that.” he chuckled before walking away.

Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed, staring at you, standing there not knowing what to do. 

You felt like suffocating, his eyes were glued on you, you couldn’t move, your muscles refused to do so, you were like paralyzed. He was literally undressing you with his eyes.

He had such an effect on you, it was ridiculous.

After a few seconds, you heard him speak again.

“I changed my mind though.”

“Come here.”

You watched as Jungkook spread his legs, tapping his thigh, a silent way to gesture you to sit on his lap.

You took a deep breath, before walking to him.

The way he was manspreading, his eyes not leaving you as you approached him… you wanted to faint.

You stood between his parted legs waiting for him to make a move before his hands went to your hips pulling you down to straddle his strong thighs.

“kiss me.” he demanded gently as he took the glasses off, leaving it on his bedside table.

You didn’t say anything as you bent down to  envelope his lips in a slow kiss making him hummed in satisfaction.

His hands snaked behind your lower back, pulling you closer to his body as you started moving your hips unconsciously.

You moaned as you felt his boner rubbing against your lightly covered clit. The rough material of his jeans making you lose your mind already as he raised his hips up making you fall on his chest.

You closed your eyes focusing on his hands sliding down your sides to help you grind on him.

You felt his lips against your neck, a wet sensation coming in contact with the skin as he sucked on it.

His fingers went to unbutton your shirt, revealing your body more and more to him.

He got rid of the shirt throwing it away, his hands coming back to your body, fingers sliding over the warm skin, goosebumps raising after the soft touches.

“Jungkook, I want to c-“

“oh no no, not yet pretty.” he shook his head, standing up making you wrapped your legs around his thin waist, a quiet whine escaping from your mouth.

Jungkook put you down and looked at you with a little smirk decorating his pretty lips.

“get on your knees, kitten.”

You felt like exploding when the words came out of his mouth.

You felt this exciting feeling running through your veins as you dropped down on your knees, his pants tightening at the view of you being so obedient for him.

“you’re such a good girl for me, fuck.” Jungkook muttered lowly as he cupped your cheek gently, his thumb sliding over your bottom lip.

“you know what to do, hm?” he asked making you nod.

Your hands flied to his belt, unbuckling it quickly.

Pushing his pants down, you were met with his -huge- confined erection. You gulped as you stare at his boner.

“what is it, angel? don’t act like you’ve never seen it.” he smirked teasingly.

“no no no, that’s not it.” you cleared your voice embarrassed.

“you’re so cute.” he smiled, caressing your cheek softly.

His eyes darkened as his thumb made its way down your lips, pushing it lightly between them.

You opened your mouth, allowing him to put his digit in. You sucked on it, tongue sliding over the finger making him bite on his bottom lip.

He removed his finger before grabbing your hand to press it on his covered hard-on.

“C’mon pretty, do something.” he asked eagerly yet calmly.

You tugged his calvin klein boxer down his legs, freeing his cock slapping against his lower stomach, the clothes pooling at his ankles.

You took a deep breath before wrapping your hand around his sensitive fully-hard cock, earning a hiss from Jungkook.

You started moving your hand, giving him a few sharp tugs as you twist your wrist making him close his eyes.

Your thumb swiped over the tip of his cock, sliding over the slit earning a deep moan from him.

“fuck! c’mon baby, do it please, you know what I want.”

You nodded, bringing your face closer to him as you kiss the tip that’s already oozing precum, his hand going down to your hair.

You licked the glistening head, tasting the salty pre-cum, making the man sigh in a pleasant way before feeling him push your head more to his cock as his other hand reached down to guide it into your mouth.

“C’mon baby, open up.”

You took him in your mouth, lips enveloping around him.

“god, what a sight.”

You flattened your tongue on the side of his cock, feeling the light vein as you started bobbing your head earning a breathy moan from the man.

Jungkook leaned his head back, as he started moving his hips forward slowly.

You sucked him off, humming surprised as he tugged on your hair slightly, holding you still.

“fuck! baby, you doing so good.” he moaned closing his eyes.

He moved his hips forward, carefully not to hurt you as he savored the warmth that's wrapped around him.

You pulled back a bit, only to suck on the head of his cock making him bute on his lip, eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on your mouth.

You tried your best to pleasure him as you let the tip hit the back of throat, earning a low moan from him, enough to make your core throb.

“ah fuck! yea, just like that!” He looked down at you with half closed eyes.

“look at me princess.” he demanded, as your eyes met his.

“I’m so close.” he groaned.

Jungkook held on your hair as he started moving faster, your hands flat on his muscular thighs, nails digging in the flesh as he felt his orgasm getting closer.

Your eyes got teary as he kept on hitting the back of your throat, until you heard a surprisingly high pitched moan from the man.

He cursed as he came.

Pulling away, his hand cup your cheek as he looked at you breathlessly.

“swallow it.” he demanded with lust dripping from his tongue.

“Only, if you want to. I’m not forcing you kitten.” he tilted his head to the side, his stare strong yet soft.

You gulped the salty substance reluctantly making him let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“god, you’re so fucking hot.” he watched as you sticked your tongue out, showing him the evidence.

His hand came to the nape of your neck, pulling you up to your feet making you gasp.

His thumb wiped the sticky release down your chin, putting it in your mouth as you sucked on the digit.

“C’mere.” he grabbed your face, enveloping your lips in a heated kiss.

Jungkook kicked the clothes pooling at his ankles away, as he walked you to the bed, his lips not leaving yours.

When the back of your knees touched the edge of his bed, he let your body fall back on the mattress, the delicate sheet welcoming your half-naked body.

You watched as he got rid of the rest of his clothes, throwing his denim jacket to his chair, revealing his well toned body.

He stood there, before you, bare proudly as he smirked at you.

He approached your body, hands on your skirt, pulling at it a bit making you raise your hips to help him take it off.

“you’re such a pretty doll.” you heard him muttered as he admired your body. The black bra and panties complimenting your skin so well.

“wanna drink some water before we start?” he asked.

You shook your head slightly before replying.

“no, thank you.” you smiled a bit making him nod.

“did I hurt you? earlier when we..” he pointed to your throat.

“oh no no don’t worry I’m fine.” you waved your hands in front of you to reassure him.

“good then.”

Jungkook hovered above your body, his arms at each sides of your head making you gulp, his demeanor making you feel small again.

“Can I take these off?” he asked fingers ghosting over the soft material covering your chest.

You nodded timidly, his hand going behind your back, unclasping the bra skillfully.

Throwing it away, his eyes immediately went to your breasts, perky nipples making him feel excited again as he lick his lips.

Bending down, he started leaving small kisses on your collarbones, his soft lips making their way down your chest.

Jungkook attached his lips around one of your nipple making you whimper softly as you felt the wet muscle rubbing on the hard bud.

You watched as his hand went to fondle with your breast, eyes following his thumb stroking lightly over the sensitive bud making you breathe heavily.

“C’mon kitten, I find you way too quiet right now.”

He twisted your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, as he nibbled on the other erected bud with his teeth, earning a moan from you.

“you know I don’t like that, hm.” he mumbled.

He detached his lips from your breast, kissing lighting down your stomach, leaving little marks after his trail.

You felt his fingers on your panties waistband, your eyes meeting him as he was already staring at you waiting for your consent as you nod lightly.

He didn’t waste a second as he dragged the underwear down your legs, throwing it away on the pile of clothes on the floor.

Jungkook spread your legs for him to lay in-between them surprising you when he grabbed on your thigh positioning it over his shoulder.

“Mind if I have another taste?” you heard him say.

You didn’t have the time to respond when you felt his lips on your glistening one’s making you let a moan escape from your mouth.

His hands pinned your waist firmly to the mattress as you kept on squirming at the feeling of his tongue sliding over your clit. He ate you out, eyes closed as he focused on pleasuring you. 

He switched to your swollen clit to nibble on it making you arch your back, hands grabbing desperately at the soft sheet. He sucked on it harshly, the not so soft feeling making you want to close your legs around his head.

You breathed heavily feeling your orgasm getting closer. Your legs started shaking slighting around his head letting him know that you were close.

“Jungkook, gosh I’m so cl-“

You groaned annoyed when he suddenly pull his head away, your orgasm vanishing.

“why?” you pulled on his wrist.

“because I wanted to.” he shrugged, fingers sliding over your stomach teasingly.

“what did you expect? If you don’t ask me what you want, how am I supposed to know. I told you I wanted to taste you another time but you, you didn’t say what you wanted.” he pursed his lips playfully.

You turned your head to the side avoiding his eyes.

“tell me.” he demanded.

“look at me baby.” he said firmly making you look at him again.

“tell me what you want.”

You gulped feeling small again as he stared down at you. He looked so big on top of you. It was really intimidating.

“Say it, or I will just stop and d-“

“I want you to.. you know.”

“No I don’t. Spill it right now before I change my mind.”

Jungkook knew how to make you talk. He wouldn’t stop like that. Not without pleasuring you nor having what he want. He knew how to make you do what he wants you to do.

“So?”

“I want you to make me-“

“Make you what?” he interrupted you getting impatient.

“I want you to make me cum.” you muttered loud enough for him to hear.

“see, I didn’t bite you… yet.” he chuckled making you sigh.

Jungkook was quick to bend down again, mouth getting closer to your heat, looking up at you one last time before connecting his lips with your core.

“fuck.” you whimpered at the contact, still a bit sensitive from the denying.

He sucked on your lips, tongue teasing your entrance. You watched him devour you, his tongue penetrating you stealing a soft moan from you.

“Jungkook, please I want to cum.”

The man hummed against you, the vibration stimulating you more.

“already.” he laughed quite surprised.

“Please let me cum.” you whined, your hand coming down to his head, pushing him more between your legs.

You almost felt like crying when he nibbled on your clit, sucking on it harshly.

“Jungkook please.” you pleaded.

“Cum pretty girl, cum on my tongue.” he finally replied making your heart skipped a beat, everything going too fast for you as you pulled on his soft tresses. 

A wave of pleasure washed over you as you came for the second time today.

“oh my god!”

You tried to back away as he didn’t stop, mouth still latched on your core.

“Jungkook, I can’t.” you bit on your bottom lip at the overstimulation. 

“you can do it baby, i know you can take another one.”

You shook your head whining as you felt his thumb rub on your clit slowly, your breath getting unsteady.

“fuck, I-“

You couldn’t finish your sentence, as you threw your head back, your orgasm hitting you hard.

You felt like passing out. It was too much.

Jungkook caressed your thighs gently soothing you a bit as you let your body rest.

“you did well darling, so well.” he smirked feeling satisfied by your fucked up state before leaving a kiss on your abused clit earning a hiss from you. 

“you good?” he asked after a few minutes.

You just hummed eyes still closed.

“wanna drink something?”

“please.”

“stay awake, I’ll come back.”

Jungkook came back with a glass of cold water handing it to you as you sat up gulping the fresh liquid.

“thanks.” you gave it back to him, this one placing it on the bedside table.

“Are you too tired or can you take a last one, for me?”

“I need you so bad right now.” he whispered deeply, his tattooed hand sliding over your bare arm, goosebumps raising after the light touches.

You gulped, your last orgasm was so recent, were you ready to face another one? You felt wasted and ready to slumber.

You looked at him, his dark eyes not leaving yours. You thought for a moment, your stare lowering to his lips, the piercing decorating it at the corner scintillating.

“I need you too.” you whispered making him smile.

Laying down on your back, you pulled him on top of you.

“Listen to me carefully now angel.” he started, caressing your hair back.

“I’m gonna make you cry out in pleasure. I don’t care if you pass out in my bed, I’m gonna fuck you dumb. I’ll pleasure you so good that you won’t be able to speak properly after it. Trust me, you will only remember my name. Heard me, princess?” he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours.

His words warming your whole body, you wanted to run away but you were frozen.  

You were so tempted, he had that strong effect on you. You couldn’t speak nor think properly at this point, at what he announced shamelessly.

Your body was on fire.

Your innocent eyes diverted from his.

Jungkook captured your lips in a slow kiss, his tongue grazing over your bottom lip.

Your hand travelled to his nape, deepening the now-heated-kiss making him moan.

His lips lowered to your jaw leaving little kisses there, while his hand grabbed on your left thigh spreading your legs a bit more to make room for him to lay comfortably between them.

He grabbed on his hard cock, rubbing the tip between your wet lips, a soft moan leaving your mouth.

Slapping the head of his election on your core, you whined the teasing getting unbearable.

“Jungkook, please.”

“what?” he tilted his head to the side playfully.

“stop teasing please.”

“what do you want?“

“are you serious right now?” you covered your flustered face with your hands.

“Yes I am. Say it. I wanna know.”

“I want you.” you said quietly making him hummed in a disapproving way.

“I don’t get it.”

“Do something.”

“what?“

“fuck me.”

“beg for it.”

You took a deep breath, your heart beating faster in excitation.

“Jungkook please, I need you so bad please. fuck me.. hard. I want you to make me feel good.” you pleaded throwing your last bit of dignity away.

“You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” he caressed your cheek.

“so fucking pretty.”

You felt the tip of his cock rubbing on your core, pushing in slowly.

“tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop right away.”

A sob escaped from your throat when he penetrate you. Biting on your bottom lip hard, eyebrows frowned as you threw your head back at the painful yet so delicious stretch.

You whimpered as he started rolling his hips.

“Jungkook!“

You moaned loudly as he suddenly snap his hips hard into yours.

“fuck yes! right there ah fuck!”

Your fingers laced into his soft black curls pulling on them tightly. He groaned the little burn turning him on more.

You whimpered in his ear, your nails digging into his muscular back forming little crescents as he kept on abusing your g-spot, hips moving faster, the bedhead hitting the wall over and over.

“you’re so warm and so fucking tight! Shit! Am I not fucking you enough, huh doll?” he rested his sweaty forehead on yours.

“Jungkook, please go harder.” you cried out, eyes getting teary.

He didn’t think twice as his hand gripped on the bedhead for support, pounding into you with no mercy.

You clenched around him making him moan, your warmth engulfing him drive him crazy.

“Jungkook, you feel so good! Please keep going, don’t stop!”

Tears slid down your cheeks catching his attention as he twitched inside you. The feeling of it making you break into a sobbing mess as you clenched around him.

You knitted your eyebrows, mouth ajar as you felt this oh-so-familiar knot in the pit of your stomach ready to explode at any moment.

He held you firmly, his nails digging into the flesh of your hips as he felt his own release coming.

“are you close?” 

You couldn’t reply not fully ready to face your third orgasm of the day.

Pulling him down, you kissed him deeply, his hands coming to grab your yours, pinning them next your head.

“Jungkook, I’m gon-“

“Look at me.” he breathed out.

“I want you to look at me when you cum.” he bit on his bottom lip concentrating on moving his hips.

You tried to keep eye contact with him but his strong intimidating stare made it difficult.

“Am I making you feel good darling?” Jungkook asked between breath.

“answer.” you bite on your earlobe slightly making you grab on his bicep.

“yes, so so good!” you said between sobs.

“Who the fuck is making you feel good?” he asked moaning.

“You! You, Jungkook!”

“You’re so hot, so good for me. So good only for me. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

Your hand slid to his chest, nails dragging on his soft skin, the burning sensation quite pleasant, made him furrowed his eyebrows.

“Say that you’re mine.”

You were too lost in the pleasure to think straight as you nod, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I’m yours.”

“Say it again!” he asked loudly, his eyes not leaving your face.

“I’m yours Jungkook! I’m yours! Only yours!”  your voice cracked at the end of the sentence.

“That’s fucking right! You’re mine, only mine.” he said as he sucked on your sweet spot.

You threw your head back deep into the pillow as you felt your high coming.

“Jungkook! fuck, I’m coming!” you cried out, walls convulsing around his cock, legs shaking, you couldn’t felt your body anymore.

Your vision became white, the repeated snaps of his hips into yours sending you to oblivion.

Your warm release enough to make Jungkook lose his mind, throwing him over the edge as he abruptly pulled out.

“Open your pretty legs for me princess.” you barely comprehended his words, head spinning as he spread your legs.

Pumping his cock a few times, he finally cummed on your lower stomach, some of his release landing on your upper thigh. 

You felt the warm sticky substance coming in contact with your skin but didn’t react much.

Jungkook stared at your body in awe still panting from his efforts.

The little purple and red marks he painted with his lips decorating your pretty delicate skin so well, the now-dried-tears on your cheeks boosting his ego knowing how good you felt while he was fucking you and his cum laying on your thighs was the cherry on top.

He watched as the thick liquid flows down the inside of your thigh.

You looked like a mess. A hot mess.

“you’re such a masterpiece princess.” he whispered, more to himself.

He hovered above your body, leaving a soft peck on your lips making you open your eyes, only to look at the man on top of you.

He looked so attractive, beads of sweat covering his forehead, some locks of his hair sticked on it. His lips were reddish from all the biting. The scratches you left on his muscular chest made him look hotter.

You were still out of breath, trying your best not to fall asleep.

“are you ok?” he caressed your arm.

You hummed, pushing his hair back from his eyes making him smile softly.

“Rest for a moment, hm.” he said before leaving to his bedroom connected bathroom.

After a few minutes, he came back, a boxer on. He placed a pile of things on the edge of this bed before coming to your side.

“you dead?” he touched your shoulder slightly not wanting to disturbing if you actually fell asleep.

“no, I was just closing my eyes.” you laughed.

“I was that good huh.” he wiggled his eyebrows making you cleared your voice, pulling the cover closer to your body.

“don’t be shy now. I’ve seen everything under that.” he teased pulling on the blanket playfully.

Pulling it down your legs, he grabbed the warm wet towel he let on the edge of the bed before cleaning you up. He wiped your lower stomach clean and the inside of your thighs gently making you sigh.

“C’mere, I’ll help you.” he helped you sit up, grabbing one of his boxer, sliding it up your legs.

“I guess you rather wear something clean, right?” he said as he continued, before hooking your bra.

He grabbed the sweatpants and black oversized Calvin Klein shirt.

“more confortable.” he spoke dressing you up.

You watched in utter shock the scenery before you.

Why all of this? It wasn’t often that he gave you his clothes. You were so confused. He was being more and more different. He changed a lot since you met him.

It was just simple things and gestures, yet it made your heart melt. You were so lost. 

“well, you will give them back to me when we see each others next week.” he pinched your cheek making you roll you eyes.

“yea yea I’m not gonna steal them.”

“I’d have let it slide If you were my g-“

Suddenly, Jungkook’s phone rang interrupting his blabbing making him huff. He picked up the phone, pursing his lips at the name displayed on the screen.

“hey!”

“Yes I do, I remember.” he hummed listening to the other person talking making you tilted your head to the side when he looked toward you.

“ah..tonight?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“well, I’m not sure… I know but.. ok ok fine I will come.”

You got out the bed, picking your clothes from the floor. You folded them putting them in your bag, grabbing your phone to check your notifications.

“you’re leaving?” you heard Jungkook asked behind you.

“yes, I will get going before it’s getting too dark outside.”

“I was about to suggest you to stay over tonight but I have to g-“

“Stay over?”

“yea.. I thought that you were probably too tired.”

“no no, I’m good.” you laughed.

“I have things to do tonight too.“

“hm, here take my jacket.” he put it on you before you could even refused.

Jungkook accompanied you at the front door, watching as you started walking away.

“wait, I’ll drop you off at your house. My bike is there, let me just get the helmets-“

“no no don’t bother. I will walk, it’s not too far.”

“i don’t mind.“

You let a breathy laugh pass by your lips as you shook your head.

“It’s ok, I wanna walk a bit.”

“You’re alone and it’s getting dark. And look at you, you can’t even walk straight.” he grinned making you roll your eyes.

“I’m fine, and there are still people outside at this time doing late jogging.”

“You’re so stubborn.” he clicked his tongue.

“See you.” you waved leaving his house.

“Hey!” Jungkook called out making you turn around curiously.

“Cherry.”

You furrowed your eyebrows confused.

“What?”

“It’s Cherry. The flavor of your lip balm.” he smirked.

You looked away shyly, staying silent.

“Am I right?” He raised an eyebrow teasingly.

“Well, I gotta go now, bye Jungkook.” 

He watched as you disappeared rapidly, almost tripping over the sidewalk, a soft smile decorating his lips.

You threw your bag on the carpeted floor of your bedroom before jumping on your bed.

“gosh.” you sighed putting your hands over your flustered face.

“Why is he like that?” you turned around on your stomach burying your face on your pillow.

“I hate him.” you screamed into the soft cushion.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a notification on your phone.

You went to your bag grabbing the device from it as you sat on the floor.

As expected, it was a message from your dear best friend.

dramaboy : you’re home?

y/n : yup.

dramaboy : picking you up in a hour, get ready

y/n : ???

dramaboy : we going out tonight. did you forget? Friday night, movie night.

y/n : ahh yea the romantic movie you chose

dramaboy : we chose* c’mon I don’t wanna be late

y/n : yea yea, see you

dramaboy : see ya

You sighed, walking to your bathroom.

After your quick shower, you decided to pick some confortable clothes to go out. You looked at yourself in your big miroir, admiring yourself.

You looked good. Was this because you were on a good mood?

Why were you feeling like that?

People say that you find yourself more attractive when you’re feeling confident, when you are happy. You kinda liked it.

Looking at your phone, you noticed a message from your best friend letting you know that he was already here, waiting for you outside.

“heyy!”

“hey!” you smiled as you sat on the passenger seat.

“how you doing?”

“good and you?”

“good too.” you buckled your belt.

“you ready?” he asked.

“Let’s go.”

You were waiting for your snacks at the counter when you heard your best friend groaned.

“what is it?” you asked noticing his annoyed face.

“mister muscle is here.” he rolled his eyes looking behind you.

You looked behind you only to see Jungkook, with a drink in his hand, his other arm placed over a girl’s shoulder. Your heart stopped for a second.

He was laughing with his friends. He finally noticed you as you made eye contact.

“fuck!” you turned around panicked.

“do you think he saw me?”

“nice, now he’s coming here.” you heard your best friend huff.

“hi y/n.” you heard Jungkook behind you.

“hi Jungkook.” you forced a smile facing him.

“Hi Park.” he greeted your best friend

Jimin just nodded acknowledging him.

You pursed your lips as Jimin walked away leaving you alone with Jungkook.

”going to the restroom quickly.” he said before disappearing.

”you’re ignoring me?”

“No no not at all, I was just.. hmm.. talking with him.” you cleared your voice.

“He doesn’t appreciate me, right?” Jungkook chuckled making you sigh.

“no it’s not that.”

“So, you came to watch..” he said waiting for you to continue the sentence.

“Jimin chose that romantic movie with one of his favorite actor.” you explained playing with your fingers nervously, the gesture didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“And you?” you asked back.

“horror movie with my friends.” he pointed to the group chatting behind him.

“that’s cool...” you said, staring at the girl that was already staring at you.

“y/n!” you heard Jimin called out.

“Oh the movie is about to start, I guess. I’ll go join him.” You grabbed the snacks that were on the counter next to you.

“Enjoy your movie.” you smiled walking away.

“Hey!” you turned around to him.

“nice jacket.” he grinned, pointing toward his Calvin Klein denim jacket you were wearing.

“Oh… thanks. I mean no, I.. thank you for letting me borrow it. I just, well, Jimin is waiting for me! Bye.”

Jungkook laughed shaking his head as you sprinted away.

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A/N : i want this Jungkook so bad, like for real. It hurts, I would get him pregnant if I could- wait wait no no forget it pls I wasn’t thinking straight helpsjd. thank you so much for reading luvs <3,, I hope it wasn’t too bad. I’ve repeated so many words. I must have more vocabularies. Details weren’t as good as I wished but I kinda like the fic. Have a nice day :)

[drunk-on-dk]

Tight Laced | Kim Mingyu (m)

Pairing: shop clerk!mingyu x afab!reader Genre: fluff, smut, roller-rink!au, 70s!au Rating: 18+ (minors do NOT interact) w/c: ~4.7k

warnings under the cut!

warnings: reader is on a budget and a bit clumsy; reader is called a square; explicit smut scenes; protected sex!; oral (fem receiving); sensitivity from multiple orgasms (fem); marking; public sex(?); mingyu hooking up on the job (?); desperate, whiny Mingyu; pls lmk if I’m missing anything; apologies as there may be some errors

a/n: I’m so excited to be back with a new post, especially as part of the 70s;teen collab with @svthub. I’m so thankful to be a part of another collab, it was so fun to really get into writing again and take some time to really enjoy writing a fluffier piece. Please be sure to go give love to each of the creators in the collab, they are all amazing, please go to this link to give their works a read!

Roller skates and Saturday night disco lights.

You wanted nothing to do with it, especially when most of your days were spent in your college’s library, trying to rack up as much spare change that you could with such a low paying part-time job.

Nevertheless, the job was arguably worth it. The library was peaceful, and the downtime allowed for studying. Other than classes, you really didn’t stray far from organizing shelves and spending nights at the cozy cavern of books that funded your education.

Which is exactly why it was shocking to your roommate, the outgoing and spunky Julie, when you strolled home at your usual time on Saturday afternoon and showed a bit more curiosity as she prepped for the night’s events. As per usual, her free-spirited attitude helped loosen you up after your morning shift, plopping down on your leather couch with a huff of relief.

“What’s so fun about going to the disco rink every weekend?” You pondered aloud, observing as she packed away her roller skates into her mini duffle, an anxious hand of yours reaching out to the pet rock sat on the end table.   

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N,” Julie exhaled with a smile, spinning around to show her typical skating garb, pin straight hair whipping around her shoulder like a movie star. As per usual, she sported nylon disco shorts and a fun colorful top. “It is so fun to get dressed up, skate around, socialize, and groove to some great music. You’ve got to try it one day! It’s freeing, and God knows you need some of that.”

You chuckle, unable to deny that maybe, just maybe, it would be nice for you to get out and let loose for once. It does seem like a good time, especially since Julie never misses a single weekend since the rink became the hot spot, but you know all too well that she is the most positive person you’ve ever met.

As if Julie can sense your consideration, she gasps, clearly excited to make her next suggestion. “Why don’t you join me tonight, Y/N?”

“I don’t even have skates,” you counter, but it’s a feeble argument, knowing that it won’t suffice as an excuse for Julie. “You also know I’m a klutz,” you add, whining, as if that makes it any better.

“Well, we can get you a pair. They are sold cheap at the shop in the rink, or you can rent them. Plus, if you end up falling, just hang around and enjoy the music. Don’t be such a square.”  

It’s a solid argument, Julie can practically see your walls crumbling down as you finally accept her invite to join her for the first time in the past year. It’s all a blur as Julie squeals, immediately dragging you towards her closet and holding up options for tonight.

As if you were Julie’s own personal Barbie doll, she quickly dresses you in what she finds suitable for your first night out. A pair of cut-off shorts and a colorful halter top to match hers. She doesn’t forget the finishing touches, pulling out a pair of thick socks for the both of you.

“Believe me, don’t forget to wear these,” she states, hinting at the risk of blisters, but they suit the final outfit regardless.

Before you have the chance to change your mind, you find yourself alone at the skate shop, considering if you should just purchase a pair of skates or rent them.

However, you were already enjoying yourself, the car ride to the rink with Julie’s friends was fun, and the appeal of the night was already becoming clear. Maybe it would be worth it to just suck it up and buy a pair. Julie had offered to stick around and help you with the skates, but you shooed her off to ensure she made the most of her night, promising that you’d join her sooner than later if all goes well.

You’re lost in your thoughts, the sound of ABBA reverberating in the background as you compute and make mental calculations on how much money you can spare to spend on a new pair of skates. That is up until a larger figure situates himself on the counter across from you.

“Aren’t they slick?” Dark, almost puppy-like eyes meet yours, the sudden presence of the shop clerk in your personal bubble snapping you back into reality.

It’s almost hard to speak, the clerk is a handsome man with fluffy raven locks, and, to be quite honest, you’re not so sure what he’s calling ‘slick.’ “Pardon me, but which ones are you referring to?”

“Oh,” he laughs shyly, his head flipping between you and the skates behind him almost nervously. “I’m not quite sure myself actually, I thought you may have been looking at the skates on the top right shelf, usually people just need some words of encouragement after they’ve been looking for so long.”

Goodness gracious, he is endearing, you think. There is something so boyish about his presence that makes you feel a bit more comfortable around him, even if he has looks of a Casanova actor.  Even if his arms are rippling as he shifts his weight on the counter in front of you.

“Well,” you pause, taking a second to read the name on his name tag, “Mingyu, is it?”

He nods, a little too eagerly and you’re almost worried he’s going to shake up all the blood in his head.

“I have been looking at all the pairs, Mingyu. Just not sure on the price, and I’m not so sure it’s worth buying a pair if I don’t even know how to skate. Any recommendations?”

Mingyu considers your situation for a minute before turning around to face the shelving behind him. You can’t help but blush slightly, finally noticing his tight corduroy pants that accentuated the length of his legs. He seems to settle on a pair quickly, dropping them on the counter in front of you with a satisfied look on his face. The slam of the skates on the counter pulls you out of another bout of spacing out.

“Alright, space cadet, I’d recommend these. They are great for someone on a budget, but the wheels won’t lock up on you and they look nice too,” he’s a good salesman, they do look nice, but you still find yourself worrying more than one should for a leisurely activity like this.

Mingyu senses your reluctance and decides to throw in one last sales pitch, “plus, if you purchase these now, I will throw in a free skating lesson with the one and only professional roller-skater.”

“Hmmm,” you hum, hesitant fingers running over your purse zipper as you wait for the punch line. “And who would that be?”

“Me! Who else would it be?” Mingyu exclaims, his bright smile immediately reflecting one onto your face. He seems so pure and kind; how could you even say no to the offer?

“You’ve sold me,” you laugh, finally diving into your purse and gathering up the right amount of bills to make the transaction.

Mingyu is swift with accepting the money, wasting no time to hand you the change before promptly starting on the laces, blabbering mindlessly about how you won’t regret your purchase. Honestly, he’s talking too quickly for you to even process what he is saying.

It was quite astounding how he so easily sold you on the skates. He could be twisting your arm for all you know, but his smile seems so earnest, so you’ll give it a shot.

Worst case, you’ll come back on another day when he isn’t working and attempt to return the skates.

“Are you ready? Let me help put these on you,” Mingyu asks, dropping a ‘Be Right Back in 15 minutes’ break stand on the counter and skating around through the back gate with your new skates in hand.

He guides you to a nearby seat and starts explaining the best way to lace up your skates. Mingyu asks for your name at some point, and all you can do is stutter out your name nervously in response. It’s all garbled after that, your mind going blank as it becomes increasingly difficult to focus as his fingers help lace up your new skates, large hand wrapping around your ankle and sending goosebumps up your spine when he deems they are laced tightly enough.

“Laces too tight?” He asks, the question innocent, but the way his eyes flicker up towards yours sends heat right to your lower stomach.

“Nope, all good. At least I think.”

Mingyu chuckles, sensing your nerves and patting your knee in support, “alright, well get up then. Let’s try them out.” He slaps his thighs before standing upright, holding a large hand out for you to take, and pulling you up with him.

Feeling like you were just born with new legs, you’re hesitant to start moving, and you quickly realize how precarious the skates are. Instinctually, you grasp onto Mingyu polo, and he is quick to give you tips on how to keep you balance.

Mingyu assists in guiding you towards the rink, reminding you of techniques on keeping balance, and letting you know you two will take a lap slowly around the rink first.

It doesn’t take long for Julie to notice you two, her jaw dropping when she sees you latched onto the stranger for dear life as he holds your hand, pulling you along the side walls of the rink.

She sends you a look from across the rink, hair flowing in the wind before she slows down her speed. You shrug, a blush coloring your cheeks as Mingyu attempts to regain your attention by tugging gently on your fingers.

“Sorry about that,” you apologize, almost stumbling and falling backwards as you redirect your attention, but Mingyu is quick-thinking to steady you. “I’ll focus better, I know your time is precious as a professional roller skater.”

It’s an attempted joke, and warmth fills your chest when he laughs, his eyes lighting up with joy as he does a little wiggle move in an attempt to prove his skills to you.  

“No worries let’s keep on truckin,” he winks, continuing the lesson without another beat passing. His hands stay linked with yours, skating backwards easily as he corrects your feet from a pigeon-toed position to pointing outwards.

Time goes by too quickly with Mingyu, he’s all too charming for you, and the wind that flows through his and your hair as you skate together makes it feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You can understand why Julie loves Saturday night skates so much, the atmosphere is phenomenal, Julie occasionally slapping your behind when she passes by and thanking Mingyu for his help.

Skating also sounds especially appealing if Mingyu is here on these nights.

It’s disappointing when the night comes to an end. Julie has to practically tear you away from Mingyu’s skate shop, especially since he had to return back to the counter after a couple of laps, but he continued to spend the night and share tips with you. He even agreed to give you another free lesson.

Of course, you ended up joining Julie the next weekend for another skate, absolutely satisfying her as well. As exhilarating as it was knowing that you got to see Mingyu again, it was also exciting having more time with Julie, and being able to enjoy the hobby she loved so much with her. You’d even claim that some of Julie’s free-spiritedness was rubbing off on you finally.

Shockingly, you had denied picking up another shift at the library. Your boss wasn’t quite happy with your response, but Julie had encouraged you with a thrilled “stick it to the man” before dragging you out for another night.

Ultimately, Julie was right, skating was absolutely freeing, and you now had something to look forward to on the weekend other than spending hours of your life working.  

However, inevitably, weeks passed rapidly, and you surprisingly became quite good at skating after how frequently you’ve visited the rink.

It’s been about a month since first joining Julie at the rink. Now you’ve become addicted to the weekend, absolutely looking forward to the loud music of the disco rink, colorful lights, and especially having the chance to see Mingyu’s dazzling smile.

Now you find yourself gliding across the floor much easier now, Mingyu signaling a thumbs up each time you pass by the skate shop, looking proud of how well you’re able to keep up with Julie as she drags you beside her and sings along with the Bee Gees, ABBA, and Donna Summer songs.

Sometimes you even do a little spin on the skates to show your new and improved skills. It makes both Mingyu and Julie laugh, Mingyu shouting “groovy moves” towards you both as you begin to coordinate your spins.

Yet, there’s a twinge of disappointment inside of you, knowing you no longer have the excuse that you’re poor at skating, and will no longer require the assistance of Mingyu. Thus, no longer feeling the burn of his fleeting touches as he helped encourage you to skate faster. No longer feeling the flames erupt inside your belly as he held your waist to balance you. No longer feeling his hot breath on your neck as he spoke instructions near your ear, even if it was just so you could hear him over the blaring music.

The only thing that kept you fed was that he only seemed to smile at you each time you passed by, even when most rink attendees had their eyes on him as well.

Julie seems to catch onto your fleeting looks, nudging you as a slower song came on to cool the rink, the lights dimming low and the disco ball being the only light radiating the rink. Mingyu’s tied up helping another girl around your age at the counter, her flirtatious nature clear as she covers his hand with hers.

Mingyu seems unsure about this advance, withdrawing his hand, but politely helping the girl with her rental skates.

“You two are ridiculous,” Julie sighs, “he’s clearly into you, you’re clearly into him, and both of you are too well-mannered to say anything. Hold on.”

Before you can say anything, Julie kicks your ankle, it’s a light kick, but it’s hard enough that it makes you bend over in slight pain. Like the speed of light, Julie is stomping off and skating over towards Mingyu’s shop. You can’t tell what she says to him, clearly pointing towards you, and you’re already preparing for the worst by the way Mingyu’s eyebrows raise almost up to his scalp.

Julie looks smug as Mingyu rushes towards you, the look of concern on his face making your heart beat a little too abnormally as you grip onto the sidewalls of the rink for support.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Why aren’t you sitting down? Julie should have taken you off the rink,” he seems stressed, quickly making his way into the rink and examining your bent over state.  

“Oh,” you gasp when Mingyu’s arm wraps around your waist, encouraging you to lean all your weight into his broad body. “What do you mean? Julie just – “

“Your ankle,” he mutters, looking down at your feet worriedly as he finally sits you on a bench off the rink. “We need to get these skates off, come back to the shop with me really quickly, I have a med kit in the backroom, and I can wrap your ankle up.”

You don’t know what to say, unsure of the turn of events, shooting Julie daggers with your eyes as Mingyu carries you past her, but she looks all too smug for your liking.

Mingyu is prompt, carrying you into the backroom of the shop and propping you up on a small counter next to a sink. It’s a small room and it’s a tight fit for the two of you. The proximity is enough to make you feel dizzy as he searches for the med kit.

Mingyu’s deft fingers work expertly to unlace your skates, he sighs as his warm hands run over the lace marks left on your ankles where your socks didn’t cover. There’s also a clear red mark from where Julie had kicked your ankle.

“Does it hurt a lot? It doesn’t look like it’s bruising just yet,” He looks over your ankles worriedly, but quickly notices nothing is wrong.

“Um,” you quiver awkwardly, your cheeks becoming as bright as red roses as his soft eyes meet yours. “No, it doesn’t really hurt, but I didn’t injure myself. Blame Julie.”   

He chuckles, shaking his head in exasperation with a small smile as he begins to realize the set up done by Julie. “I knew Julie might have been bullshitting. I told her you looked like a pro out there, but I know how clumsy you can be, space cadet, so I thought you may have actually hurt yourself.”

You hadn’t noticed Mingyu’s hands running up and down your thighs in a comforting motion until silence fell between you two.

“Well,” you breathe out, the air escaping your chest shakily as you become increasingly aware of how close you really were to Mingyu now. The goosebumps that paint your skin didn’t help hide the effect Mingyu had on you as well. “I’m OK now, so can you just put my roller skates back on?”

Mingyu nods, warm hands now leaving your skin and leaving a burning spot behind as he picks up your skates on the ground. The slight whimper you let out didn’t go unnoticed by Mingyu as his shoulder brushed your knees on the way back up.

Subconsciously, your legs begin to move without second thought, opening a bit wider and allowing for Mingyu to slot himself between your thighs. The air around you two begins to feel suffocating as his fingers softly grab your ankle once again, just like the first time, and sending heat right down to your lower stomach.

“Are you sure you’re OK, Y/N?” Mingyu breathes out, his fingers wrapping around your right ankle and lifting your leg up a bit teasingly. “You seem like you can’t catch your breath? Are you sure it doesn’t actually hurt?”

You know he’s teasing you now, his voice dropping an octave lower as he stares directly into your eyes between his dark lashes. The way he massages your ankle hints that he knows damn well that your ankle is perfectly OK.  

“Yes,” you gasp as his finger dips into your sock, slowly unraveling the material and blowing on the exposed skin of your leg.

“Does it tingle?” He whispers, voice so deep that it practically reverberates through your head.

“Yes,” you’re practically whimpering as his hands run up your calf, past your knee, and over your thighs until his fingers reach the cutoff of your shorts.

“Good or bad?” His fingers dig at your skin gently, pressing into the sensitive skin as his lips close in dangerously towards yours.

“Good,” you sigh, you could practically feel his lips against yours at this point, your entire body tingling with desire as he closes in on you. It’s practically electrifying.

“Is this OK with you, Y/N?”

“Of course,” and with your consent, Mingyu presses his lips against yours, the soft buds melding against yours without much effort.

He’s quick to devour you, tongue sliding across your lips begging for permission. Of course, you oblige, accepting the deepened kiss needily. Mingyu’s fingers slide even further under your cutoffs, making the kiss between you two even hungrier as you feel his nails dig into your plush skin.

Mingyu whimpers into your mouth when your hands find their way into his hair, the sound of him driving you closer to insanity as he lets you lead the kiss for a bit. You’re amazed by how pliable he is, loving the way he presses closer to you with each gentle pull of his thick locks.  

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Mingyu hums, “can I take these off of you, Y/N?” He’s pulling at the waistband of your shorts now, the desperation of his tone making your entire body buzz with anticipation.

“Of course,” you sound winded, but Mingyu sighs in content, hastily working to remove your shorts after swiftly unbuttoning the waistband. He’s quick to capture your lips with his again, the hunger clear in the way he pushes into you, easily pulling your shorts off and discarding them on the floor.

Mingyu’s eyes are wild when he leans back to observe you, his look darkening as he focuses in on your bare thighs. He practically loses his mind when he notices a wet spot on your panties, the cotton slightly darkened and he’s dropping to his knees before you can protest.

He’s at a perfect height, large hands grabbing onto your ass in order to pull you towards the edge of the counter, his eyeline leading right where you’re the most vulnerable.

“Can I please taste you?”

“Please,” you beg, head throwing back in pleasure when he slots his mouth over your panties, nose nudging your most sensitive spot as he sucks at the wettened fabric. His mouth his hot on your clothed cunt, sending a ping of delight through you as he licks at the cotton. “Not enough.”

Mingyu moans as if to acknowledge your plea, one finger hooking at the fabric before his tongue dives between your folds. He’s immediately messy with his actions, tongue lapping passionately, tasting as much of your sweet nectar as possible as he works you closer and closer towards your first burst of overwhelming heat within your core.

Your hands are weaved in his hair again, encouraging him to lap and suck on your clit as the pulses of pleasure become even more unbearable to hold. He coaxes you to your first orgasm with one sharp suck to your clit, your juices spill out all over his tongue as he gladly licks it all up.

Mingyu doesn’t give you much time to recoup, standing back up to kiss you hungrily, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue as he begins to work at his belt buckle. With your help, he’s able to pull his corduroys off, reaching for a condom in his wallet before dropping the pants to the ground.

He’s unable to roll it on himself as you kiss and nibble at his neck, desperate whines escaping Mingyu’s mouth as you decide to take over. He feels a bit of relief when you work it onto his cock easily, the tight latex squeezing his aching length as you begin to slowly jerk him off.

Mingyu’s close to losing his mind when your hips buck in anticipation, your small hand still working at his length, and he stutter out a request. “C-Can I- please feel you completely?”

“Yes,” you moan, hips lining up with his as his tip glides between your folds, sensitivity sending a jolt through your body when he brushes your clit. “God, Mingyu, just do it.”

Mingyu’s length slowly enters you, your walls sucking him in without hesitation, waves of pleasure immediately warming you as his length and girth fills you all too perfectly.

Mingyu’s hands are gripping at your hips, his own muscles shaking as your walls take him in easily. You’re squeezing his cock in a way that has him moaning a bit too loud, your shushes reminding him that he is at work, and you are still in the rink. Even if the music drowns out your noises.

His thrusts are slow at first, ensuring that you can take every inch of him before he picks up his pace. Mingyu’s moans only get louder as your walls begin to pulse, squeezing with each unforgiving thrust of his hips, becoming groans as he dips his head into your neck, teeth sucking harshly at your skin as you breathe out in ecstasy.

He’s precise with each thrust, his tip nailing a spot so deep inside of you that you begin to see stars as your eyes roll back in pleasure. Your hands grip at Mingyu’s back, an attempt to ground yourself as Mingyu’s length fills you so deliciously, that you think you’ll be addicted for the rest of your life.

“Holy shit,” you cry out at one particularly hard thrust, the fiery heat building at your core, and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep quiet, nor how much longer you can keep your second orgasm at bay. “M-Mingyu.”

Something flips in Mingyu when you moan out his name, hand coming up to grab you chin as he forces your eyes to meet his. His pace quickens impossibly, his pubic bone brushing against your clit occasionally and bringing you closer to your breaking point.

He’s egged on by the wild look in your eyes, your swollen lips as his name falls from your mouth like a prayer, and he encourages you to come as obscene sounds come from the space where you and he connect.

“Make a mess of me, Y/N,” he pleads, even when he’s hammering into you there’s a hint of desperation in his tone, and all you can think about is making him fall apart himself. Your walls clench tighter around him, pulling yet another groan from him as the burning pleasure in your core explodes throughout your body, your thighs shaking as you feel the release spread like wildfire.

Mingyu is quick to follow, hot cum filling the condom inside of you, sending a second wave warmth throughout your core as his cock pulses. Mingyu’s canines dig deeply into your shoulder in attempt to hide his groans, only intensifying the sensitivity of your throbbing clit as he continues to thrust shallowly inside of you, riding out his high until the last second.

You’re like two naïve kids in love when he pulls his length out, tossing the soiled condom into the trash and making a note to really clean up the backroom before he leaves tonight. He giggles bashfully into your neck, observing the dark marks he left from his attempts to muffle his noises, but it only leaves him desiring this more and more. His nose comes up to nudge yours, pulling you in for one final sweet kiss.

“What about another lesson?” He whispers between kisses. “Looks like you’re a pro out there now.”

“I don’t think I’ll be needing those anymore,” you giggle, squirming as Mingyu fixes your panties back into place. He looks a bit disappointed, as if he’s unsure where to go from here. Slowly he helps you get dressed, buttoning up your shorts after he pulls his own pants back on.

“Y/N?” Mingyu tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and you nod expectantly. “You know I don’t just give out free lessons to anyone, right?”

You almost laugh boisterously, but you simmer down quickly as Mingyu’s lips form a slight pout. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really,” he says very matter of fact, “I only offer them to the most special of people. I even tied your laces extra tightly to make sure you wouldn’t twist your ankle. Yet look where we are now.”

“Well, I did learn from the best,” you prod, “I guess you didn’t teach me to watch out for Julie’s though.”

Mingyu chuckles, the same endearing sound you’ve grown used to. “That’s true, I guess no professional could have been prepared for Julie’s antics.”

“So, what now?”

��What about a date? Or a couple’s skate? Think you can keep up with me?”

You laugh teasingly, “how about can you keep up with me?”

“I should have never sold you those skates,” Mingyu jokes, pinching your nose, but his eyes give away that he’s in way too deep, absolutely head over heels about you. “Why don’t we go test that out? How about we test out that theory every weekend?”

Roller skates and Saturday night disco lights. How could you have ever wanted nothing to do with these two things?

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Imagine Peter like sitting down with you before bed and reading to you 🥺

(You can just respond to this with your thoughts or this could be a request if you'd like)

My first request! 😭🥹 tysm lovely, it was a lot of fun to ride this creative wave! It ended up being a fluffy lil prequel to bf tasm!Peter x fem reader where he takes care of you when you have a cold. 🫶🫶🫶

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Be Nice to Spiders

“Peter, I’m fine. You didn’t have to come all the way home with me from the Daily Bugle.”

He stared at you. “Oh sure, right, you're totally fine on your own practically bumping into things and slurring your words. How much of that cold medicine did you take? Is this your house key?”

You couldn’t deny that his concern was sweet, especially since you guys were just coworkers/kind-of-friends.

“Yeah. Wait… we took the subway already?”

Peter laughed, unlocking your front door. “Yes. You slept most of the way. On my shoulder.”

“Oh my god. I hope I didn’t drool on you!”

Peter could only laugh as he ushered you inside and locked the front door. “No, you were fine.”

“Great. Well, okay then!” You dropped your bag and coat on the living room floor. “I think I need to lay down.”

“Good idea. Is this your bedroom here?”

“Yep. God, I need to put on some comfier clothes.” You were too out of it to care or fully remember that Peter was standing in the doorway. Luckily, he spun around in time to avoid seeing anything or getting hit with a flying blouse. 

“Whoa! Ha! Um, just let me know when you’re changed there.”

“Okay, all good!” Now in your pjs, you climbed into bed.

“Great.” Peter pulled the comforter up to your chin, then frowned. “Do you mind if I…?” He gently pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. “Oh man, you’re burning up.”

“It’s okay, I just need to sleep it off.”

“You should probably take something to bring down the fever.”

His care and kindness made your heart flutter. “Don’t worry, I already did. Hey, Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna head out now?“

“Uhh… not yet, if that’s all right. I think someone should keep an eye on you in this state.”

“Cool.” You smiled and pulled the blankets nearly up to your nose. 

Peter looked around for a place to sit and dragged your desk chair over to the edge of the bed.

“Hey, what did your parents do for you when you were sick?” You asked. “Did they read to you?”

“Ah, maybe? If my father read anything to me, it was probably, like, Watson and Crick discovering the DNA double helix.” Peter looked very pleasantly surprised when you laughed. “I’m going to choose to believe that wasn’t just the medicine talking and that you truly appreciate my fine science humor. I’m guessing your parents read to you?”

“Oh yeah, every night. We practically lived at the library.” You smiled, remembering. “Goodnight Moon, The Snowy Day, all that stuff, sure, but other awesome books that people have probably never even heard of. Like If I Owned a Candy Factory! Ooh, or Be Nice to Spiders! Whoa, are you okay?”

It looked as though Peter had nearly fallen out of his chair. (Weren’t you supposed to be the woozy one?) “Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, you had a book about being nice to spiders?”

“Yeah! I don’t remember much, except that the spider’s name was Helen, and she was actually really helpful to people—and that’s why you should be nice to her instead of scared of her. And I was terrified of bugs as kid, so my dad made it, like, required reading. Look it up, see if it’s on Google Books or Amazon, or something. It’s a real book, I swear. This is not the medicine talking!”

Peter started scrolling on his phone and murmured, bemused, “Spiders are really helpful to people. Oh wow, here it is—Be Nice to Spiders. And the spider’s name is, in fact, Helen.”

“I knew it!”

Peter smiled. “So… how do you feel about spiders today? Are you still nice to them?”

“I try to be. They’re not here to hurt anyone, and they spin their cool webs. Why do you look so excited about this? Please don’t tell me you have, like, a pet tarantula or something, because I cannot deal with that.”

He laughed, looking weirdly delighted. “No, no tarantula, don’t worry.”

“What then?”

“I don’t know. I guess you’re just… cooler than I thought.”

You stared at him. “Oh yeah, that’s me! Sleeping on you on the subway, babbling about kids’ books and spiders, super cool. What a delight!”

Peter smiled. “You are a delight.”

Your face suddenly felt flushed and not entirely from the fever. You had thought he was cute and sweet for a while now. And you were just delirious enough to make the slightest bit of a move…..

“You know, there’s something else my parents used to do when I was little and couldn’t sleep. My mom would sit next to my bed, kind of like where you’re sitting, actually, and she’d hold my hand. It was like that last earthly connection as I drifted off to sleep.”

It looked like he was trying not to smile. “And that helped?”

“Yeah, it felt really nice. Comforting.”

“Do… you think it would help if I did it?”

You nodded shyly. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay.”

Slowly, tentatively, you reached toward each other. You’d only ever grazed hands exchanging papers at the office. You could feel your heart beating faster. Then you noticed Peter’s face.

“Hey, you’re awfully flushed. Oh gosh, I hope I’m not getting you sick!”

His face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he ducked away from you. “No, no, I’m fine. I’m great. Don’t worry about me, you’re the patient here.”

Hmm. You smiled, interlacing your fingers. Could it be that he liked you too…?

“Peter, I really appreciate this, but I don’t want to make you stay all night.”

“Actually, uh, if it’s okay, I’d rather not leave. I want to make sure you’re okay. If that’s okay’s with you.”

He was so endearing when he got flustered. “Sure. And you don’t even have to hold my hand or read me kids’ books all night, I swear.”

“Oh, that’s right!” With his free hand, he picked up his phone, scrolled a bit, then looked at you, cleared his throat, and said very seriously. “Be Nice to Spiders. A dramatic reading.”

You laughed and snuggled down into your cozy bed, your hand holding his.

“‘One morning as the Keeper of the Zoo was about to unlock the gate, he noticed something on the steps. It was a matchbox with a note that read: ‘Please look after Helen. I’ve had her since she was a baby, but I can’t keep her anymore. We have to move to an apartment that won’t take pets.’”

You could feel yourself smiling as your eyes grew heavy and began to close. Peter’s hand was warm and gentle; you didn’t mind it being your last earthly connection as you drifted off to sleep.

Part 2!

[pursuitseternal]

I'm gonna be predictable: Astarion x reader and 10. "Make me shut up then." XD

This is such a fun idea!

“The Silent Library…”

Astarion x f!Reader | Smut Ask Prompts

CW: brat behavior, gagging

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It’s a monumental task, a needle in a haystack, or in this case, a book in a library. Only one will unlock whatever vault lies deeper in the darkness. But then, struggle, suffering, darkness… that was Shar’s thing. And here you were deep in her domain, in the Silent Library, searching for that needle in the haystack of shelves, just you and your lover.

He’s sitting, at home in the quiet and shadows and… books.

Irritating, pretentious Vampire.

“You like this, don’t you?” you snap at Astarion as you slam the filthy book you’ve taken off the rotting, decrepit bookcase. “You just love having nothing better to do than… read.” Your accusation hurls through the heavy quiet in the library of Shar’s Gauntlet. Astarion doesn’t acknowledge you more than a smile to himself as his eyes scan the pages of the dusty tome on his lap. He’s lounging with criss-crossed legs folded before him, resting so comfortably against the stairs.

“You’re such a nerd,” you huff under your breath. “What a good little boy studying so hard. No wonder you made it to becoming a Magistrate in the City.” You can’t help but poke a finger into his ribs, as you crouch beside him.

He garumphs at you, quirking his lips and parting them to show a hint of fang, a sign of his annoyance. “I’ll have you know, my sweet,” he says the moniker with ironic vexation, “back in the heyday of my career I was the most prestigious Magistrate. People feared my judgment and…”

You roll your eyes so far back, they should have stuck there. And instantly he snaps his jaw shut, crimson eyes narrowing as an irked grin twists his face.

“Well, maybe it’s called the Silent Library for a reason,” he hissed, a cocky shrug of his shoulders.

You huff again, the sarcasm is sharp in your tone. “Oh no, please, tell me more about how smart you are… how incredibly talented and vicious you once were as a Magistrate….”

He lifts his book, patting his knee, a gesture for you to join him. You give a proud, contented smile, satisfied as you nestle yourself in the cradle of his body. A deep, rumbling groan tickles one ear and runs down your spine as you grind on his lap. Innocent eyes bat at him, a show of innocence as you do it again.

“Seems someone was craving my attention instead of giving aid to look for this blasted key to the vault,” he purrs in your ear. “All her incessant yapping I was doing my best to ignore…”

“Hmm, make me shut up then,” you give your taunt in equally sultry tones, wriggling in his lap again, “I just couldn’t help but think those pages don’t deserve your attention nearly half as much as…”

You gag, you choke and swallow as he stuffs two fingers in your mouth as you speak. Death cold lips brush the shell of your ear as he shushes you loudly. Tingles run down your spine at the sound, pooling as warm arousal in your loins. “Oh pet,” he rasps his whisper, his own quiet voice rough with need, “it’s called the Silent Library for a reason.”

His fingers work in and out of your mouth, slowly holding you frozen on his lap as he sets his book back down to cover your knees now. You laugh as his fingers tickle your tongue, and you suck with zeal, closing your eyes and doing your godsdamnedest to make him long to swap his cock for his fingers.

But he just flips the page with his free hand. Frowning around his digits, you let your lips go slack.

“Ah, ah,” he chides, nipping at your earlobe, “did I say you could stop?” A sonorous chuckle echoes in the dark, quiet halls. “It’s the only way to ensure you, my darling, stay… silent.”

[kylelovskii]

Hello!! I really like your writing i was wondering if i could have a dom!kyle smut!?!?? I need some sub reader😸😸 Its okay if you ignore it :>

yes ofc!!

thank you for requesting!

i made this a little nasty if you don’t mind

a little bully!kyle if you will and innocent!reader

tw!! bj, degrading pet names (bitch, dumb bitch), degradation, slight handjob, hair pulling, slapping

i don’t care

you were getting a few books from the library to read over the summer, then you felt your head get jerked back by your hair.

"ow..who-" you started before you looked up. it was kyle. "oh, hii! what’re you doing at the library?" you giggled, ignoring the fact he had a firm grip on your hair, and the fact it was starting to hurt.

kyle had an angry look on his face. the kind of look you got when you did something he didn’t like. "what? did i do something?"

"yeah, actually, you did. the fuck were you doing all touchy feely with kenny yesterday, huh?" he barked, tugging your head back more. you squeaked in pain. "he just needed my help..he said, 'if you ever give a boy a.." you trailed off, thinking of what he called it, "..a boner….you should always help'. then he taught me what to do, that’s all. i just wanted t’be nice," you mumbled, giving kyle a pitiful look with your puppy eyes.

kyle mentally cursed himself. "fuckin' bastard..look, if anybody other than me tells you that, you tell them: 'kyle said i can’t do that', you hear me?" he ordered, putting a finger in your face.

you smiled and nodded. kyle let go of your hair and you turned to him, holding up a book. "do you want a book, ky? we could read together over break," you asked, giving him your signature sweet smile.

"no. i don’t do any of that reading shit. come with me." kyle grabbed your hand and led you to the back of the library towards the restrooms. he opened the bathroom door labeled for both men and women. luckily, it was just a one person, so he could lock the door without any suspicion.

"what are we doing? i wanna read my books," you pouted when kyle shoved you into the door. "i don’t care. you did something i didn’t like, and you need to be punished so you can learn."

"but i didn’t know!" you whined. then you felt a sharp sting on your cheek. kyle slapped you. "i said, i don’t care. take it or i won’t talk to you for a week."

kyle knew how to get you all upset and vulnerable. not like you weren’t vulnerable, you were just always very naive, eager to please anyone.

you lived and breathed kyle. if he wouldn’t use you, then who else would? if you weren’t good for him, how could you be good for kenny, or anyone for that matter?

"okay, i’m sorry. can i have a kiss? on the cheek? you hurt me."

god, had you ever been punished a day in your life?

"no. this is a punishment, you’re not gonna get what you want," he answered. you sighed in defeat. "now, you’re gonna show me what kenny taught you, alright?"

"alright..i need you to sit, though," you explained, pointing to the toilet.

kyle stepped over to the toilet, sitting down and manspreading. you situated yourself on your knees between his legs.

looked at him expectingly, but he looked at you like you were stupid. "well, go on."

you started to tug down his basketball shorts, then neatly placed them on the floor.

"he said to do this first.." you started palming him through his boxers. "oh, god dammit-" kyle said quickly, tossing his head back.

"mm..i don’t remember everything he said, so i might not do that well. m'sorry," you told him, not looking at him. you kissed his bulge then took off his boxers. kyle sighed and looked down at you, your face innocent and oblivious to what you were really doing.

"no..no, it’s okay. you’re doing good," he reassured. you took kyle in your small hand, your thumb moving over his tip.

as much as kyle hated admitting it, kenny taught you well. then again, he was a chick magnet. fucked a girl at least every night. of course he knew his shit.

you started moving your hand up and down a little slow. your hand was soft, you felt perfect. kyle could cum right then and there.

you were going so slow. "go faster," kyle demanded. "but this is what-" kyle cut you off, "i don’t give a shit. go faster."

you barely even sped up. you were starting to piss him off. "god, dumb bitch," kyle muttered to himself before grabbing you by the hair and shoving his cock in your mouth.

you cried. "shut up!" kyle whispered, "shut up and fuckin' take it, bitch."

you choked and sputtered as kyle fucked up into your mouth. you felt that weird feeling down there that you get when you do this kind of stuff with kyle. maybe he’d 'take care of you', as he put it.

"god, i fuckin' love your mouth, baby. you always take me so well." kyle grabbed a fist full of your hair and shoved your face all the way down till your nose touched his tummy.

"motherfucker," he grunted out, raising you back up a bit. he could hear you struggling, but he felt too good to care.

you forced yourself up off him and said, "ky- gotta breathe, can’t breathe." kyle rolled his eyes while you caught your breath, then when he decided you were finished, he shoved you right back down.

"m'gonna cum in your mouth, 'kay? be good and take it. keep goin'" kyle told you. you nodded on his cock. kyle pressed his foot on your clothed cunt, and when you moaned around him, release washed over him.

"god- shit- motherfucker!"

you felt that familiar salty taste spurt down your throat. thick and warm.

kyle pulled you off him, leaning his head back and panting. then there was a knock on the door.

"(y/n)? you haven’t checked out your books yet, honey."

it was the librarian. the two of you were super close. you were a little book worm, so you were always in the library with her, creating everlasting friendship.

"yes! i’ll be right out, promise!" you replied to her, standing up and hurrying to the mirror, smoothing down your hair so it didn’t look like you were just manhandled.

"okay, dear. i’ll be at my desk," she said, then you heard her footsteps deafen.

"that was a close one, huh?" kyle said, already dressed again. "aren’t you gonna take care of me? i got that weird feeling again," you asked kyle. he laughed.

"are you stupid? that was a punishment. gosh, man, you don’t listen. i told you: you aren’t gonna get what you want," kyle explained. again.

"now let’s go check out your stupid books."

[intoxicated-chan]

Hey hun saw your requests for the hobbit was open, can I request elrond? Now obviously reader is insecure cause elrond a fair bit older than her/him, and doesn't want elrond to see them as naive. Also the whole elves only love once drives a hard wedge. Do as you please let those creative juices flow like no tomorrow, have a great week hun❤️

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞?

Summary ➳ Ever since you learned how Elves truly ages, thoughts have been plaguing your mind, luckily Elrond is there to ease your thoughts.

(A/n) ➳ You have a wonderful week too! Thanks for requesting, if there is anything incorrect then please don’t be afraid to correct me. Thanks for reading!

Word Count ➳ 770

Content Warnings ➳ Gender Neutral Reader, OOC Elrond, miscommunication? Insecurities, angst-to-fluff, pet names (Meleth nîn), mentions of the afterlife…

Arewn sat across from you, your eyes glued to the book you’d been studying for the past three weeks. You had asked her for a favor and she happily agreed without listening, she was very patient with you and didn’t question why you wanted to learn Elvish but she knew. It just made her happy you and her father were getting closer and closer. She hadn’t seen him happy for quite some time.

“What is the Elvish word for trust?” She asked, watching you closely as you tapped your finger on the wooden table and flipped through the pages. “It starts with an E.” She gave you a hint after a couple of moments of silence.

“E… E… Estel!” You spoke proudly, only for her to shake her head and laugh lightly. “It’s not?”

“No, it’s Estellio.” You huffed and closed the book, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “You’ve been studying non-stop. I can see the dark circles that form under your eyes, I hear you through the halls. What’s wrong?”

You fumbled over your words, your eyes wandering around the room, and forming noncoherent sentences. Her hands come to clasp your hands together. “You know you can tell me anything? If you are having any troubles then you know I can take care of it.” She said rather sternly which was unusual for Arwen.

“It’s not like that.” You quickly corrected which made her relax. “I… I’m just worried about what Elrond thinks of me.”

“Why? Did something happen-” She froze for a moment. “You know he loves you. I know it. It may not be my place to say it but I know it’s true. But if you are thinking of this, please, talk to him. I know he will put your mind at ease.” She smiled.

Before you could say anything else in paranoia, she snatched the book from your reach and shoo’ed you off. You walked out of the library and slowly walked to your shared bedroom. A walk that usually took you no less than a few minutes to nearly a half hour.

You were trying to put the conversation to the side but remembered how smart Elrond was, then the next ten minutes were trying to find ways to bring it up with him. And with a deep breath, you entered the bedroom and saw him standing on the balcony of the room.

“M-Meleth nîn?” You whispered, your voice wavering slightly.

He turned to face you with a wide smile. “Your Elvish is getting better.” He walked towards you, wrapping his arms around you, and placed a kiss on your forehead. “We should celebrate, what do you think?”

“...Can we talk?” The seriousness in your voice was enough to startle him, but he collected himself and nodded. “Look, I need you to just listen until I finish, please?”

“Of course.”

“I know that Elves are immortal, and you lived so many more lives than me, more than I can count. And I’ve seen how proud you are of yourself, how everyone speaks so highly of you. It just makes me think that I’ll only be a memory.”

His hands come to your shoulder, tightly. “Is this how you feel?”

“I know I should’ve come to you immediately but I was scared.” You sobbed when he pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry.” You cried into his chest.

“Do not apologize, as someone who is supposed to be fairest and wisest, I let this go right past me. I should’ve known how this would affect you. Please, tell me anything, everything. I don’t want you to ever be afraid to speak your mind.”

“I know you love me, Elrond. But I’m just so scared of the future. For you. I don’t want you to see me as not as smart as you because of our differences.”

“My love for you is not desire or infatuation, and it will never be one-sided. You have done so much for me, and I would never deem you to be a memory if you were gone. I admire you so much, I am proud of you. Not everyone can master Elvish and even attempting is difficult. Please, do not let your worries affect how you feel. Come to me and we’ll talk.”

You closed your eyes and nodded, letting out a cracked okay under your breath. You held him close, tight, but no longer afraid or scared. You felt relaxed in his arms.

“I love you Elrond.”

“I love you too, (Y/n). Even in the afterlife, I’ll find you and continue to love you.”

© Intoxicated-Chan 2023, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission.

[chelsieb]

For the sake of lightening my country's mood, here is a fluff filled chapter from my Good Omen's long fic.

I love you all and I hope we'll be ok.

Excerpt-'Corner Office with a View (Broke My Wings so You Could Fly) - Chapter 41

.......

“You’re enjoying it?” Aziraphale didn’t try to hold back his delight.

He was standing with Crowley in his large, minimalistic bedroom, taking in his “library”.

“I was enjoying it.” Crowley admitted.

He showed him where he’d marked his page in one of many books, tucked underneath his large bed.

“I do wish you didn’t dog ear the poor thing.” Aziraphale pouted.

“I would have miracled you a bookmark at any time…or handed you a leaf from a tree.”

“This is what I was reading, before all the apocalypse business happened.” Crowley explained and snapped the book shut.

“Shax may have let me grab a few of these…but there was no way in Hell I’d let her see them.”

“Why ever not?” Aziraphale took the copy of ‘The Magpie Lord’ and held it to his chest.

“Demons don’t read.” Crowley scoffed and sat on his bed.

“Most of them can’t, so you can imagine how it would effect my reputation.”

“But you do it anyway.” Aziraphale was smiling so big.

“After all your nay saying and teasing me about my shop. You have the beginnings of your very own…”

“I do. Though, nowadays I mostly download them on my phone…” Crowley took a deep breath and resisted not speaking his mind.

“Download?” Aziraphale wondered to himself.

“But why? Never in a million years would I have…” he was chuckling, as he lifted the covers to look under the bed.

Row after row of neatly stacked books, shoved back as far against the wall as possible.

“Because they’re important to you, and…agh, never mind.” Crowley huffed and started to stand.

“Please don’t say never mind.” Aziraphale’s voice became soft as he sat next to him on the bed.

Crowley groaned and let his face fall to his hands. He muttered something that Aziraphale couldn’t hear.

“I’m sorry dear, I didn’t catch that…”

“Reading made me feel…close to you.” Crowley spoke out of the side of his mouth and refused to look up.

He missed Aziraphale practically puffing up with joy. Like a pleased owl.

“You’ve had quite the crush on me.” He teased and scooted close enough to lean on Crowely.

“I loved you.” Crowley quickly corrected him and finally looked up.

“Oh…” Aziraphale’s confidence fled as he sat straight.

“For so long. I didn’t know that’s what it was, I just…God, it just got to where I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Crowley went on.

Aziraphale wasn’t used to him talking this way. Especially about him. He’d never have imagined…

Crowley stood to face him and tried to find the words.

“We’d go years without seeing one another. Then you’d pop up in a cafe, or one time…you were sitting on a blanket, in a field of flowers.” He smiled to himself as he remembered.

“All lit up by the sun. Reading. Always with your nose in a book. Just a bizarre little angel with a human habit.”

“Bizarre?” Aziraphale frowned.

“Bizarre enough to keep me interested.” Crowley knelt on the floor in front of Aziraphale’s legs.

“Bizarre enough to make me wonder about you day and night. It was irritating, if I’m being honest.”

He laid his head in Aziraphale’s lap. Aziraphale pet his hair and listened to more of his silly flattery.

“Living alone would get unbearable, so I’d search for you. I told myself I was going to bother you…give you some trouble.” Crowley looked up and closed his eyes when Aziraphale held his face.

“But you always looked so happy to see me. No one had looked at me like that before…” he sighed and pressed himself closer.

"Not since I'd Fallen, anyway."

Aziraphale felt a strong sadness for his partner, that he'd always barely held back.

Crowley hadn't noticed and kept spilling his sweet, teasing words.

“You were always in the middle of the most mundane…cutest…human task.” <p>

Still playing nonchalant, he snickered and laid his head back on Aziraphale.

“Your magic tricks. And you bought that bookshop with money you earned. Weird little angel…”

“Says the demon who treats his car like it’s his own child.” Aziraphale kindly teased back.

“The Bentley is my baby and you’ll keep it out of this.” Crowely only half joked and pulled himself up to stand.

“Though, I’m not surprised it likes you better.” He said as he lifted Aziraphale’s chin.

“You’re very likable, Angel.” his voice was low as he ran his thumb along Aziraphale lower lip.

“Oh, well I’m sure your plants miss you terribly, in the very least.” Aziraphale reassured him.

He was too busy kissing Crowley’s hand, to see his head jerk towards the door.

“They’re not dead?” He whispered.

[earthry]

Dragon Papas (Dragon/Royalty AU Headcanons)

Followup from this post about you being a royal locked in a tower and the Papas being dragons.

tw violence, possessiveness, tiny spicy for secondo as always, fluff, a sprinkle of hurt/comfort, the murder of suitors & knights

Primo

His tower lies in the heart of an overgrown garden. It’s almost a maze, with how high the hedge walls have grown to protect their treasure. He has his ghouls prowling the halls for unsuspecting victims.

He’s gentle with you, treating you like a delicate flower in his garden. And honestly compared to him, you’re pretty frail.

He rarely needs to actually kill any suitors or knights— they often fall victim first to either the whims of the maze or the mercy of his ghouls.

Decorates you in flowers, weaving wreathes and garlands, tucking them into your hair as he helps you brush it at the start of each day.

Although Primo is the one with an affinity towards the wildlife in the area, you begin to notice as your stay continues that the animals love to perch nearby to watch you— the brave ones will come forward and bask in your light as you hold you hand out and pet soft fur. The daisies seem to bend towards you when you walk down the pathway, the trees hang their branches low so that they may gently brush against you, providing you shade and shelter. 

Primo is quite pleased with it, and convinced that you were practically made just for him. He’ll never let anyone take you away from him, never let anyone even lay hands on his little rose.

Secondo

His tower is reminiscent of a cathedral, grand with stained glass windows and high ceilings. There’s a library nook just for you, with all the books you’d ever want. 

If there’s something that you don’t have but desire, Secondo has no problem sending his ghouls out to obtain them for you. Anything for his most beloved.

He used to do this himself, flying out for short periods of time seemed safe enough; until one incident where he nearly lost you to an overconfident knight. Since then, he rarely leaves. He’s very reluctant to leave you alone and unprotected— you’re much safer in his arms.

The incident also reminded him how delicate and easily injured humans are. He'd always known but with you, he'd somehow thought you were immune to that because you were his. After bringing you home in the state you were however, don't be surprised if he becomes the most gentle he can be with you.

Even in his human form Secondo is much larger than you, encompassing you as you sit in his lap to read. He loves having you in his lap or laying on top of him, relishing how small you are compared to him. You’re his little trinket, his treasure. 

Ruthless. Doesn’t take kindly to trespassers and even less so to those who try to drag you away against your will. You’ve seen your fair share of bloodshed by being at his side, watching him tear knights to shreds to protect you, to keep you safe. 

Decorates you with bites and loving bruises (with your enthusiastic consent of course). Possessive claiming marks against the nape of your neck. When it starts to disappear, he always gets a little antsy and unsettled until he can properly mark you as his again.

If you’re an untouched royal, he practically goes feral at the idea of being the first and only to ever touch you, to ever show you the pleasures of intimacy.

Terzo

His tower is hidden in the high mountains, covered in snow and steep and treacherous paths for any who seek to brave it. It's so high up that the top of the tower is often hidden in the clouds, earning the nickname 'the tower in the sky' from locals.

He’s very clever and sets many traps that usually picks off most of the suitors. The ones that happen to make it all the way usually don’t live long enough to tell the tale before Terzo’s ghouls are upon them.

Terzo always gets a little sulky if any of his traps fail because Omega loves to tease him.

Contrary to his brothers, the sight and smell of blood nauseates him. He's a sensitive dragon! Aside from setting the traps, his ghouls are the ones to clean them up and get rid of the carnage.

He abandoned his entire hoard for you by the way. The hoard he’s been collecting and protecting for centuries pale in comparison to the love and connection he feels for you. You are his treasure and he treats you as such. Gentle and loving and awed.

Sometimes you ask him if he wants to fly all the way back and retrieve them, but he always tells you no— it would leave you too vulnerable and open to any knights or suitors who might think they’ll get luck. He’s not willing to risk you, not even in the slightest. He tells you that he has a new hoard now, starting with the shiniest and prettiest gem in the world (you).

Decorates you with gold, loves to drape you in jewelry and have you splayed out for him as he kisses each ring on your hand. If you have long enough hair, will spend hours combing it out and braiding in gold beads and gems. 

If you’re ever missing home, he’ll cook your favorite cuisines from your childhood and hold you when you’re sad. He’s always very thoughtful and your happiness is his priority. 

Copia

His tower is hidden in the caves below, tucked in the safety of the caverns and crevices of the earth. Though many don’t dare to venture underground, those who do never seem to make it back out.

It’s pretty cold underground so he’s always sure to keep the fireplace going. Wraps you up in blankets and sweaters and cuddles you to death to keep you toasty and warm.

Kind of a silly dragon, doesn’t quite know how to judge his size and often forgets the difference between his dragon form and human form. He’s gotten stuck in a few places that you’ve had to help him out of (after taking 10 minutes to finish laughing while he pouts and sulks cutely— it’s okay you make it up to him with plenty of apology kisses and he’s easily pacified).

There’s a large population of rats underground that he can communicate with using his mind. He can also take possession and use them as his eyes and ears, watching through their perspective. He takes very good care of them! There’s hundreds of them but they all have names and Copia remembers each one. 

He uses his rats to keep you safe, having them patrol the area and reporting back if they sense or see someone.

Does not understand human customs and forgets half the time what humans are like. Forgets to wear clothes when he’s in his human form— not that you mind though.

Decorates you in things he's made. This varies as he's always picking up new hobbies and skills. Whether it be knitting or embroidery, jewelry or leather making, he always loves to shower you in gifts. It's a very sweet and lovely gesture and you always let him know.

You don’t know what happens to the knights or suitors that come your way seeking to ‘whisk you away’ and Copia never talks much about it. He just says that the rats or his ghouls are taking care of it.

You do secretly catch him a few times drenched in blood and gore and trying to wash it off in time before you see. You never tell him because you don’t want the poor guy to have an anxiety attack— he’s very particular about keeping you away from anything bad or scary. He just wants to protect you from all things, even from himself.

[hope-drunk]

- cordyceps | a. anderson

| you use your safe word with abby, and she makes sure to take care of you after.

| content warning: smut at the beginning, reader is nervous to use safe word at first, use of safe word, pet names (sweetheart, baby, sweet girl), mainly fluff, smut under the cut

| wc: 718

It felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your face was planted in a pillow, and if it wasn’t for Abby’s strong arm wrapped around your hips, you’re sure they would be on the bed as well. You’ve been going for about two hours now. Abby had worked you over with her fingers, her tongue, twice, and now she had you on her strap. You were tired, but you didn’t want to disappoint her. You knew she loved to play with you, to see how many times she could get you to cum, and in your fuzzy headspace, it felt like you couldn’t tell her that it had been enough.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this. You’re all cockdrunk, huh? Yeah, I bet it feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” Abby says, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You mumble something into the pillow.

“What? Speak up, sweetheart.” Abby demands, her voice slightly unsteady due to the speed of her hips jackhammering into yours.

“Cordyceps.” you gasp out.

Abby’s heart stops at the same time her hips do. Since she liked to have her way with you, she knew she needed a way to tell her that it was enough and that you couldn’t take anymore. She had found some books in the library about safe words, and set one up with you the next time she saw you.

“Alright, okay. Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m gonna take it out now, okay?” she says softly.

Even though she warned you, you couldn’t stop the yelp that came out when you felt the fake cock drag out of your walls. Abby lowers your hips to the bed, and leaves to get, what you assume, will be something to clean you up. You lay on the mattress, unmoving. Abby comes back with a damp towel, and when she starts to clean your sensitive pussy, you let out a groan at the pain.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just need t’clean you real quick, okay? Can you be a big girl for a little bit longer?” she coos, brushing your hair off of your sweaty forehead. She doesn’t start cleaning again until you give her a quick nod. She moves as fast as she can without hurting you too much.

Once she’s done, she crawls in your joint bed, pulling your fatigued body on top of her chest. You look up at her, and your eyes quickly fill with tears.

“M’sorry, Abs.”

“Don’t be silly, sweet girl. Nothing to be sorry for.” Abby says, wiping a stray tear off of your cheek.

You stay like that for a while. Your chest to Abby’s, trying to steady your breathing. Abby, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” she says, not stopping the soothing strokes to your back.

You look up at her again, her gray eyes already looking down at you. 

“Just got too much. Felt like I couldn’t breathe, and it was starting to hurt, I guess. God, I’m sorry.” You cringe at your words, sitting up and bringing your knees to your chest, burying your head into them.

Even though she read about the safewords, Abby wasn’t exactly sure what to do when you actually used one. She rubbed one of your calves, trying to console you while she thought of what to say.

“I’m not mad at you, or anything like that. I’m happy you felt safe enough to tell me, yeah?” she says gently. “Can I see your pretty face, please?”

You remove your face from the safety of your knees, and Abby frowns when she sees your glassy eyes. You give her a small smile, and move back on top of her, taking a few seconds to get comfortable again.

“M’not mad at you either, you didn’t do anything wrong.” you whisper, and you can feel Abby release a long breath.

“Think you can walk?” she asks.

You groan as you try to even fathom using your legs. 

“Why?” you ask, drawing out the ‘y’.

“Cause we both smell, we need to take a shower.” she says, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

You let out a small giggle, and hear Abby’s laugh ripple through her chest. You don’t make any effort to move, though.

Abby lets out a sigh, “Alright, c’mon. I’ll carry ya.”

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Make Me Believe It

kai parker x bonnie bennett | requested

summary: bonnie rolls her eyes every time her grams talks of magic. no matter what the older woman says, she refuses to believe it. it isn't until she's shown magic that she starts to reconsider, thanks to one kai parker, and his particular way of getting her attention.

tags: high school au (seniors / both 18), cheerleader & popular girl bonnie, quiet kid kai; starts off mildly dubious, inappropriate behavior, eventual smut, consensual sex, library sex, magic, siphoning, light petting, oral sex, fingering

word count: 7.6k

a/n: this has taken me freaking forever and i'm so sorry!! i hope you like it, i followed the request as closely as i could!!

a/n (2): title from "the magic" by lola blanc :)

“Everybody, please turn to chapter twelve in your textbooks. We’re going to be skipping ahead just a bit for this next unit.”

Twenty-two students simultaneously pull their books from their bags and begin flipping for the page. The sound of pages turning fills the air, coupled with a light scratching of chalk on the board as their teacher makes a few notes. 

As her back is turned, Kai stares a hole into Bonnie. Her search for the faraway page is entertaining, but nothing’s more priceless than the shock on her face when her textbook automatically lands on it with a big thud. She jumps, then scans the page in disbelief. Her friends glance over to her, concerned and curious. Bonnie swallows her fear. 

“Must’ve been the wind,” she mutters, noting the cracked window across from her. The chilly October air isn’t too greatly welcomed by the class, but their teacher insists on having a cool breeze. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches Kai’s face. His lips are curved into a slight smile, eyes full of mischief. Anxiety races in her chest and she turns away. 

Bonnie’s friends mutter something about a strong wind, but don’t comment further on the matter. Their attention is all brought to the teacher as she clears her throat and praises half of the class.

“Good job, you guys who found it so quickly. Using the index is always beneficial when you’re in a pinch. It is much faster than flipping through and hoping for the best. Now, can someone read out the summary?”

Bonnie lets out a silent thank you to whoever’s listening, as she isn’t called on to read the text. She fears her voice would be too shaky to read properly, or that Kai would hear it and save it to his memory. 

This isn’t the first incident she’s had with him, nor will it be the last. The quiet kid that sits in the back of the room isn’t your ordinary quiet kid. He’s dangerous, and everyone knows it. He hasn’t technically done anything criminal, spare a few fights over the years, so there’s no substantial reason to report him, but everyone tries their best to stay on his good side. 

Recently, he’s taken to Bonnie in a way that disturbs her. She can feel him watching her all the time, almost as if to study her. His posture is always relaxed, despite the stress that shows on his face; attempts to conceal it are poorly hidden by black eyeliner and cheap product. But what he can’t hide so easily is - quite literally - the trickery up his sleeve. Kai can do things she doesn’t understand, like flipping her pages or shutting doors. If she’s close enough, she can hear him whispering when he does it, or sometimes, he makes a hand gesture, and everything seems to obey. The teachers never mention it, or they’re afraid of bringing it up, and so for years, Bonnie assumes she’s imagined it. Though, as they enter their senior year and Kai’s odd behavior only increases, she’s started having doubts about her own beliefs. 

When the class bell rings, Bonnie doesn’t even hear it at first. Her friends urge her from her seat with harsh pushes and clapping hands, and only after one directly in front of her face, does she emerge from her trance-like state of worried thoughts about Kai Parker. She gathers her things quickly and rushes out the door, putting on a HBIC attitude as she walks down the hall. Freshmen gawk and seniors wet their lips, but she ignores both age groups with a roll of her eyes on the way to her next class. Her friends are at her hip, donning the same attitude. They smirk as the sea of students parts for them, and at the reminder of her power in school, Bonnie internally shrugs. She is untouchable, and Kai is nothing more than one of her desperate classmates, willing to get a rise out of her with more extreme methods than most. It was just the wind that blew her page; he only smiled because she met his eyes. 

Despite the rest of the day going smoothly, Bonnie finds herself walking to her Grams’ house rather than her own after school. She has her friends drop her off by the door, and laughs at their comments about her Grams’ “voodoo shit” before assuring them she’s only visiting to avoid her controlling father, not to be coaxed into trying herbs for her stress levels, nor anything else like that.

It’s no secret that her Grams is the witch of the town. Most people call her crazy, Bonnie included, but the woman insists they have magic in their blood. For years, Bonnie’s rolled her eyes every time she talks about it, but this time a stone seems to weigh on her chest. Her Grams studies her for a minute, then realizes that while she still might not believe she is a witch, she’s beginning to learn magic does exist, but doesn’t understand it. When she brings it up, her granddaughter is hesitant to talk. 

“I felt like I was going crazy all day,” she finally admits, halfway through a lavender tea. “My page flipped to the exact right spot, and when I looked over to see if the wind could’ve blown it over, he was giving me this smile I couldn’t interpret.”

“Who is he, dear?”

“The weird, emo-ish kid in my class, Kai Parker.”

“Oh.”

Her tone piques Bonnie’s interest immediately. “What kind of ‘oh’ was that? Was that a good ‘oh’ or a bad ‘oh’? Do you know him?”

“I know his family, not personally, but I know of them. Be careful, Bonnie, they’re not on the best side of the tracks.”

“What does that mean?”

“The Parkers are a particular family. They have the same abilities as we do, but their morals and traditions are quite different. Kai, especially, is quite different.”

“What does that mean, ‘abilities’? This isn’t that stupid witch-talk again, is it?”

“Bonnie-”

“It is! I don’t understand, every time I come over, you try to convince me of this stuff. This is why dad doesn’t want me to come here. What are you going to tell me, Kai’s a witch, too? He can move things with his mind? Move book pages and shut doors? Don’t witches sacrifice cats and shit?”

“That’s just in fairytales, dear. Only in cases of dark magic might sacrifices be made, and never such a loyal animal as a cat. But yes, Kai would be capable of things such as those, if he has the magic to do them.”

“There’s the word - magic. Y’know, this is why everyone thinks you’re crazy, Grams.”

“Yet you still came today, and I suspect over a hunch. He made you uneasy today. He performed a spell out of the corner of your eye, and you don’t understand. It’s okay to not understand, Bonnie.”

“No, this is insane. Kai is just another off-his-rockers bullied kid, and I probably got secondhand smoke from someone’s pot, because this is crazy.”

“Bonnie-”

“I’m leaving, okay? I can’t hear another word of this.”

“Bon-” 

But the door slams behind her before she can say another word. 

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In practice, Bonnie almost drops someone. She’s usually a flier, but today her coach put her on base just to try it out, and while she’s usually versatile in her abilities, her mind is in a thousand different places right now. A teammate catches the girl quickly, but shoots Bonnie a glare, and their coach snaps at both for the fallen stunt. 

“There’s a game coming up, and you guys cannot be messing around. You are going to get hurt.”

“If there’s a game coming up, we should be practicing in our usual positions,” Bonnie snaps.

The coach, passive when up against her best flier, caves. “I know. I was just trying something new to see if it worked. Everyone back to your usual positions.”

On the way back to their common formations, Bonnie’s friend catches her arm. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Their other friend joins the small talk.

“Yeah, just… Grams being weird yesterday put me in a mood.”

“Voodoo shit?”

“It’s always voodoo shit with her.”

“Did she give you tea?”

“Lavender, but probably something else, too.”

“Girls! To your positions!”

With each wearing a scowl at the interruption, they trudge over to their places. 

Bonnie doesn’t mention Grams’ talk of Kai to her friends. Nor does she admit to them that he’s the reason she almost dropped their temporary flier, nor does she confess she didn’t sleep that night because he was on her mind to the point of obsession. Something isn’t right about Kai - everyone knows that, but Bonnie suspects that something goes far beyond anything of her comprehension. Despite seeming like no more than your typical odd-ball, quiet kid, he’s someone who should not be undermined.

The next day in class, a ball of crinkled up paper hits Bonnie in the shoulder and she scowls. She turns to her friends, but their attention is uncharacteristically on the teacher. Bonnie frowns, but right when she’s about to chalk up the sensation to her imagination, she spots a paper ball on the floor. Cautiously, she picks it up and unravels it. 

You look hot in that uniform. Bet it gives the perfect little show to the people that have to hold you up. Do you think they’d accept me on the team for that job? - xx kp 

Her eyes look for him before she can stop herself. Staring right at her, Kai smirks. He runs his tongue along his lower lip, eyes traveling up her legs. Quickly, Bonnie changes the way she sits, pulling her legs out from under her. It doesn’t do much for the skirt length, but it makes her thighs slightly less visible. She swallows hard and crumples the note back up, tossing it in her bag just to get it away from her. For the rest of class, she can’t focus. And all throughout the game that night, she feels his eyes on her, despite not seeing him anywhere around the field. 

For days after that, Bonnie considers reporting him. Kai seems to be getting more and more vulgar, while also becoming more comfortable. He doesn’t have a routine for throwing her notes; he has no specific class period nor time at which he may send her one, making every day an anxiety-filled mystery. She finds herself peeking over her shoulder more than she’d like to admit, wondering what he’s up to back there in the corner. A shiver goes up her spine every time they make eye contact. 

Like clockwork, a ball of paper hits Bonnie’s shoulder. She considers ignoring it, already anticipating the sickly feeling in her stomach from whatever he has to say now. Though, like every time, some morbid curiosity makes her pick it up. She braces herself as she unravels it, then feels her mouth go dry. This time, it isn’t a message, but a drawing of two people in an explicitly sexual position. For a moment, she’s stunned by the penmanship. The “people” look like the art models one would find in their art teacher’s classroom; she didn’t even know Kai could draw. The picture, though, featuring the male model atop the female - depicted by their length in hair, amongst other things - almost makes her gag. 

Disgusted, she pushes it to the corner of her desk and looks back at her notebook. 

“Ms. Bennett,” the teacher’s voice suddenly calls her, “how many times have I said that you and your friends cannot pass notes in class? This is a time for learning, not for messing around.” Before she can even react, her teacher is at her desk and grabbing the paper. 

Panic rushes through her body. “Mrs. D-”

But the woman only shakes her head. “Cute.” She drops it. “But let’s send each other drawings later, okay? There’s plenty of time for that outside of class.”

Confused, Bonnie scrambles to grab the paper. Her heart drops to her toes when she sees a little dog with a ball, instead of the vulgar scene she had received. Bonnie flips the paper over twice, but there’s no evidence that the dog was anything else. It was like a trick of her mind, but she doesn’t understand how the ink had transformed into something totally different. 

“Bonnie,” the teacher says again, “focus, please.”

She throws the paper into her bag and tries not to think about it. 

It’s all she can think about. 

Whenever she’s scared or can’t find her confidence, Bonnie always goes to her Grams’ house. But this time, with all her talk of magic and witches, Bonnie feels like she can’t. She doesn’t want to admit how much the anomaly seems like magic. She doesn’t want to know more about Kai Parker and his family. She doesn’t want to hear anything else pertaining to anything except, dare she say it, actual school. 

Much like before, Bonnie doesn’t mention the picture, nor what it became, to her friends. When they ask who sent her a drawing - it being none of them - she just shrugged. “It was a piece of paper I picked up off the ground.”

She goes to her next class shaken up but doing her best to hide it. She masks well. 

The notes stop for a couple days. Maybe he’s gotten bored with her. 

Or maybe he knows he’s gotten under her skin.

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School starts to feel like school again after the football team’s most recent win. The players and their much appreciated cheerleaders are the school’s royalty; the kings and queens seen as to be on a pedestal amongst the others. Bonnie’s always enjoyed the attention. Regardless if she receives it out of others’ fear or fantasy, she relishes in the way it makes her feel. 

As she rounds the corner to her next class, her fame seems to follow. Less popular girls’ eyes drop to the floor, and wannabe cool guys’ gazes travel up and down her body. Bonnie works on her locker combination as the sudden feeling of a hand on her waist makes her skin crawl. Looking quickly, her stomach lurches at a boy who seems to be acting on an unexpected bravery. He smiles at her with hearts for eyes, if he were a cartoon. His hand rests on her bare skin, feeling the space between the two fabrics of her uniform, and he drools as if he’s never seen a woman in his life. 

“Get off me!” Bonnie shouts, jumping away. 

He doesn’t though, nor does he apologize. The guy moves back towards her, reaching out once more. 

“I’m going to tell a teacher!” Before she can yell for help, the guy yelps instead. Bonnie looks down just in time to see his hand being bent backwards into an unnatural position. His wrist, undoubtedly broken. The guy grabs his arm and shrinks into himself, then runs away with tears forming in his eyes. Bonnie stares, shocked, and a little scared. Then, the hairs rise on the back of her neck at the feeling of a new set of eyes on her. She looks around, only to see Kai staring at her. He gives her a small smile in response to her furrowed eyebrows. It answers nothing.

“What did you do?” She hadn’t seen him do anything, yet the question still feels relevant. 

Of course, Kai only shrugs. He turns on his heels to leave, but not without flicking his wrist in the air. Bonnie’s only more confused, but then his locker door slams shut. A shudder runs through her body, but there’s no AC blowing through the vents. There’s no wind, either, as the double doors had been closed minutes ago. 

Bonnie stares dumbfounded as Kai whistles on his way down the hall. She thinks of that guy’s wrist, bent so far that his fingers touched the back of his hand before returning back to normal. She could still hear the slam of the locker door reverberating in her eardrums. He had done something, in both instances, yet she had no idea what. 

For the first time in her life, Bonnie wonders if what she saw could’ve been magic. She chides herself immediately, but it is technically the first thing to cross her mind. There is no other reasonable explanation for it. Maybe if it had only been one crazy thing to happen, but two together, with Kai involved in both, is too much for it to just be chalked up to coincidence. 

It can’t be magic, she tells herself in class, that’s the stuff of fairytales. The air had to be on. He broke his own wrist to get a rise out of me.

He certainly did not, but she didn’t want to admit the alternative. 

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“Ms. Bennett,” her teacher’s voice becomes audible, “for the third time, are you listening?”

“What?”

“I asked you if you were listening.”

“Oh. Um, yeah. I mean, I am now.”

“Good. You’ll be paired with Kai for this project.”

“Wait, what?”

“Kai Parker.”

“But I’m usually with-”

“I’m switching things up today.”

“Oh.”

“You’ll all do fine with your new partners. You’ll learn to work together, despite your differences, if any present themselves.”

“But-”

“If I hear any complaints from any of you, these will be your partnerships for the rest of the year.” Bonnie wasn’t the one to complain, but she was sure as hell about to. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The class replies in unison. 

“Good.”

Bonnie refrains from looking behind her. It won’t do any good for her sudden spike in heart rate to see his likely-smirking face. It’s just her luck that she’d be paired with him. However, fearing retaliation and their teacher’s threat to make partners permanent, she keeps her mouth shut. It’s just one project. It can’t be that bad. 

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They had decided to meet in the library, twenty minutes after classes, but thirty before the game, giving them a solid hour to work on the project. Kai found a spot way in the back, of course, and by the time she arrived, had laid the entire project across the table along with several supplies they’d need. She has to admit, she is lucky her partner is so prepared, because she certainly is not. This project isn’t something she’s particularly thrilled about, so she isn’t expecting to put in much effort. 

“So I was thinking we would color code all the different groups of veins and muscles and bones and all that shit. It might be the easiest way to make the final product look not like a total mess. Because by the time this thing is complete, it’s going to be like the Skittles’ mascot threw up; Mrs. K really should’ve thought of that before, especially considering how most of our class has no organizational skills whatsoever.”

Bonnie almost laughs, and then realizes who she's talking to. “Sounds good,” she replies, giving him a small smile instead of an agreeable laugh. 

“Okay. Cool. So do you have any kind of ideas for what color to make what? And maybe we can do different shadings for certain things? Or different mediums?” When Bonnie cocks her head in confusion, Kai explains, “like a pen for one thing. Marker for another. Perhaps, like a blue colored pencil for veins, and then a pink marker for muscle. Because it’s thicker. I don’t know, I’m drawing straws for the best way for this to look nice.”

“I think that works. Maybe we can outline where the bones would be in an orange marker. So they stick out, but aren’t too much in the way.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s good. And nerves can be purple, or maybe green, so they don’t clash with any veins. And-”

“What happened in the hall today?”

Kai pauses at the interruption. “What?”

“Y’know, by the lockers. With the guy.”

“The guy that was creeping on you?”

“Yeah, him.”

He shrugs. “Maybe he was dared to do it. Didn’t look so sure of himself.”

“No, I mean what happened to his wrist? Did you do something?”

“I-”

“And the locker slamming shut. You turned your wrist, and it closed. There wasn’t a draft. The AC hadn’t kicked on yet.”

“Did I?”

Bonnie grows agitated. She usually remains quite passive against Kai, but she knows he’s hiding something, she knows she saw something. “Don’t bullshit me! You did something.”

He wets his lips with his tongue. “I might’ve.”

“What? What did you do?”

“Would you even believe me if I told you?”

She hesitates. “Would you even tell the truth?”

“Touché.”

“What did you do, Kai?”

“Alright, honest answer, since you so strongly demand.” He rolls his eyes. “Magic.”

“Magic?” She questions. “Bullshit.”

“It’s not, actually. For example, if we didn’t feel like doing this whole project, I could just do a little finger-work, and complete most of it in a mere second.”

“Yeah, right.”

“It’s true.”

“Prove it.”

Kai bites his lip. “Yeah, about that, though… I don’t really have access to magic. As in, I can’t make it myself.”

“What?”

“It sucks, I know.”

“Then how do you do the things you do? How do you break boys’ wrists, and slam doors, and send creepy pictures that turn into other things?”

Kai smiles, as if pleased she’s remembered his notes. “I take it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I take magic. That’s how.”

“I’m not following.”

“Basically, my dad has all these books in the house,” he pauses, reading her face, “grimoires, if you will.” Bonnie freezes. That’s the term Grams uses to describe her books. Her witchcraft books. “And,” Kai’s still talking, “if I touch them, I get a little bit of the magic inside them. Then I can use it however I want.”

“Grimoires?” She plays dumb, as if she hadn’t heard the word.

“Magical books. Spell books. Potions. History. Harry Potter on steroids.”

“And you expect me to believe this?”

“Alright here, let me prove it to you.”

“I just asked you to prove it and you said you couldn’t,” Bonnie points out.

“Yeah, technically. But I can.”

“How, exactly?”

“Let me touch you.”

“What?! No way!”

“Just your arm. Just for a moment. Enough to siphon a bit of your magic to use as my own.”

“I don’t have magic.”

“Oh, yes you do.”

“No, I don’t. If I had magic, I think I would know.”

“And I think I can prove two things to you right now. Kill two birds with one stone, if you will.”

“What do you want?”

“Let me siphon you. If it works, we prove two things. One, I can do magic, and I can show you how I’ve been doing all these fun and sexy tricks.” She wrinkles her nose at the word choice. “And two, I can prove that you can do magic. Because as a witch, I can only siphon other witches. Humans don’t have magic for me to take.”

“You’re insane.”

“Want to prove it?”

“Not really.”

“Are you sure?”

Bonnie sighs, then without another word, lets curiosity get the best of her and holds out her arm. Kai smiles slightly, then takes a gentle hold of her. Within seconds, a warmth floods her body, it’s origin being their point of contact. She stares incredulously, then gasps when the skin beneath his palm turns to a glowing orange. It doesn’t hurt at first, but when he doesn’t let go for another ten seconds, her body starts to feel weak. A sharp pain stings her shoulder.

“Hey-”

Kai drops her arm immediately. “Sorry. Felt good to take without having to steal.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I have to steal it when my father refuses to let me have it. Taking it allows me to focus better; feel the magic seeping into my bones and mix into my blood. It also hurts the one giving it less than if I were to steal it.”

Bonnie’s shudders, suddenly glad she didn’t argue too much. 

“Alright. You have magic. Prove it.”

Without further question, he lifts a finger and rolls a crayon across the table. Bonnie watches, eyebrows furrowed, but then crosses her arms. “That’s so basic.”

“I can do more.”

She scoffs. Then, with another swift move on his part, her skirt flies up. It hangs in the air for a split second, exposing her, before flopping back down. Bonnie scrambles, moving her legs so that there’s no chance of it flying up again. 

“You’re an ass!”

“But it worked, did it not?”

“The AC kicked on.”

“Okay. Don’t believe me. It’s fine.”

“Do something else.”

“Remember what I said earlier? That this project would go by so much faster if I just used a little bit of magic?” Kai ghosts his hand over the project and all the veins are correctly drawn and labeled on the model in one fell swoop. Bonnie blinks twice in complete disbelief. “Magic,” he chuckles, “just like I said.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You would if you’d listen to your Grams. Now. Since I think we’ve done enough of this project today. Let’s do better things! Much more important things.”

“Wait-” her brain is still stuck on the mention of her Grams. How does Kai know her? How does he know about her being a witch? Why does he think Bonnie is a witch? “I’m confused.”

He sighs. “I just explained it, BonBon. I suck up magic, and then I can use magic. I bet your Grams has mentioned it before.”

“How do you know her?”

“Family friend to my parents,” he says, matter-of-factly, “ish.”

“What?!”

“C’mon, Bonnie. You don’t think two witch families live in the same town and are just unaware of each other’s existence, now do you?”

“I- I don’t know!”

“She probably hasn’t told you too much because she didn’t think you’d believe her.”

“I-”

“Yeah. Magic can be hard to understand, I get it. But I can help you, if you’d like.”

“Help me with what?”

“Understanding it better. I’ll use my magic and you can get the hang of it. Because, I mean, the project was one thing, but I think it’d really help if you could see it in action.”

“In action? What? What do you mean?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Absolutely not.”

He chuckles. “Probably smart.” Kai rephrases, “do you want more?”

She decides for a moment, then offers a confident “yes.” She wants further proof of magic. She wants to understand. Bonnie doesn’t like Kai knowing something she doesn’t. Especially when it partially has to do with her. 

“Alright, I have just the thing. Now, don’t panic, just let it happen. Watch my finger.”

Bonnie expects him to close the window blinds, or move a book across the counter. What she doesn’t expect is to suddenly feel a heat between her legs; the subtle ghost of a finger rubbing under her skirt, stimulating her most sensitive nerves. It takes her a moment to realize what’s happening, then she squeezes her legs closed. 

“Kai!” He stops. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Magic.” She swallows hard and he watches her throat bob. “Do you want me to stop?”

Bonnie looks around. Their section of the library is relatively unoccupied. The woman at the desk has her nose buried in a book. Kai is giving her a look that makes her nervous, yet she can feel her body begging for more. 

“No,” she weakly admits.

“Just a little more? So you can be sure it’s not a trick of your mind?”

“Yeah. That.”

He finds that funny. “Okay. That.” His finger starts to move again. Above the table, he makes circles on the wood. Atop her panties, she can feel him rubbing her clit. Bonnie bites back a moan. “Too much?”

“Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. With an annoying look on his face, he dives deeper, moving one hand for it to pet her heat, feeling the wet spot forming. He swallows cautiously, watching her face. “It’ll be easier if you unclench your legs.”

She gives him a little more room, almost unconsciously. Kai’s fingers have more room now. He finds a rhythm and takes note of the way her back arches in her chair. 

“Oh god,” she mutters, “Kai.”

“Shh, don’t want anyone hearing, do you?” He’s close, suddenly. He nips at her earlobe which sends a shock down her spine. 

“Shit.”

“Just let go. You’ll feel better.” Kai presses an unexpected kiss to her jaw. It startles her, much like the nip, but she doesn’t push him away. “C’mon, Bon. Let go.”

After another few seconds, she does. Kai doesn’t stop touching - magically - as she comes. He keeps his fingers busy throughout her high, admiring the deep breaths she takes to keep herself quiet. Bonnie clamps a hand over her own mouth and squeezes her eyes shut. After a moment, she rests a desperate hand on his shoulder, begging him to stop. Finally, he steadies his fingers, laying them flat on the table. 

“Have you done this before? You’re good at staying quiet.”

She shakes her head quickly and it’s the truth. 

“Huh. Well, is that proof enough?”

The girl reaches out and grabs his hand. She feels his fingertips for her wetness but finds them dry. “I- how?”

“Again, Bonnie Bennett, magic.” He winks, then stands up, project in hand. “Wow, um, almost time for the game. I’ll take this home and we can work on it later. How’s Tuesday work? That good? Great, I’ll see you then.” He seems to be talking more to the room than her. As if wrapping up the conversation how most study dates end could distract from what they had just done. “Oh, and Bonnie?” He leans back down to whisper in her ear. “I’d change, if you have a spare pair. Those might be a little wet.”

Instinctively, she reaches under her skirt and flinches at the wet spot that’s formed. When she looks back up to say something to Kai, he’s gone. 

It takes Bonnie a minute to return to her senses. She stumbles out of the library queerishly and tries to remember which direction are the lockers. Luckily, by the time she gets there, she’s able to temporarily push out the library events, and catch her friends when they run into her arms. 

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Bonnie can’t stop looking at Kai all day. On Monday, she avoided eye contact with him - every time she’d look or hear his voice, she’d remember what he’d done - but on Tuesday, as she anticipates their “study date” in the next few hours, she finds herself glancing back more than she’d like. Each time he catches her looking, he sends her a wink that spends her spinning back around in her chair. Their teacher, luckily, is none the wiser, but after the third time, her friend notices. 

“What’s up with you, Bon?” She asks. Bonnie misses the question. Out of the corner of her eye, Kai waves. Her friend follows her side glance. “Did he do something to you?” Bonnie still doesn’t hear, causing her friend to snap her fingers.

“What?” She blinks wildly, coming back to the present.

“Did he do something to you? You have this weird look on your face and have looked at him, like, ten times today.”

“What? Oh. I mean, he’s just being his usual self.” Bonnie then curses herself. She hasn’t told her friends about any of it: the incident at the lockers, the siphoning of magic, the thing in the library. She hasn’t even told them, nor her Grams, that she’s been starting to actually believe the whole “witchcraft” thing. Because one, how does one go about admitting they believe in witchcraft without sounding crazy, and two, how the hell is Bonnie supposed to confess that Kai is the one that brought her to belief?! “And by that I mean, just… staring. I don’t know, I can feel his eyes on me.” She never told them about the pictures nor the notes, either. 

“Want me to get him in trouble?” She raises her hand for the teacher before Bonnie can even answer, causing the girl to panic.

“No! I mean, he’s fine. He hasn’t done anything.” She lowers her hand, and Bonnie explains a little more. “Save it for when he’s being weirder, so we’re not the boy who cried wolf, y’know?”

“Yeah, yeah, smart. So how’s your project coming along?”

“Which one?”

“The one where you’re paired with him.”

“Oh! Oh, yeah, that. Fine. Luckily, I think his parents are strict enough that if he doesn’t do a good job, he’ll be in trouble,” she lies easily. 

“Ah. Dare I say you’re lucky? My partner didn’t even show.”

“Yikes.”

“Yep. I’m screwed.”

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“For the record, you’re not totally wrong.”

“What?”

“If I fail, my parents will be pissed. Y’know, they wanted to homeschool us, but my sister practically begged them to let us go to a real school.”

“I wonder why,” she mutters, thinking about what her Grams said about his family. 

“Yeah, well, Jo wasn’t having it. And since she’s the favorite child, she got her way. As long as we’re both on our best behaviors.”

“Jo? AP Bio Jo?”

“That’s the one.” 

“Huh.” Bonnie had no clue they were related. His sister’s one of the smartest - albeit most quiet - people in school. “So this is your best behavior?” She asks with a bit of snark.

“Yep. Can’t overstep my twin’s shadow, now can I?”

Twin? Well, guess they are in the same year. Kai is a mystery she continues to unfold. 

“So you have to do well enough in school, but not too well?”

“Yep. Y’know what the balance is? Being smart, but no one sees it because you’re too busy being an asshole.”

“Right.”

He shoots two finger guns at her. “Exactly.”

There’s definitely something deep and dark hidden under all that, but Bonnie doesn’t feel comfortable unpacking it right now. “So… why me? Why do I always seem to be on the other end of your stick?”

“Clarify.”

“Like when you broke the guy’s wrist, or slammed your locker, why did you do it in front of me?” She pauses, then, “is it because you think I’m a witch?”

“Partly. To be honest, you should know you are a witch, but if you don’t want to admit that, that’s fine. The real reason, though, is ‘cause I like you.”

Bonnie’s surprised she doesn’t get whiplash from how fast she whips her head around to face him. “What?!”

He only shrugs. “I don’t know, you’re intriguing. See, I’ve been studying you these last couple months, first because I knew you were a witch, but then I became curious.”

“I’m not exactly comforted by the fact you’ve been ‘studying’ me.”

“Relax, I do it to everyone. You’re just the most interesting person so far.”

She’s not sure to take that as a compliment or not. “So what do you mean by ‘curious’ then?”

“Well, the way you’re not afraid to boss everyone around is attractive. You’re pretty on your own, obviously, but who doesn’t like a sassy woman? Besides,” he continues, “you just looked like someone who’d be into freaky shit.”

She scoffs, but isn’t exactly turned off by his crude words. “Like?”

“You tell me, are you a fan of magical orgasms, or is it the fact that we’re in the library that got you so wet last time?”

“I-I, I don’t know,” she stammers, taken off guard once again. 

“Does that mean you need a refresher?”

“What?! Are you insane? We can’t do that again.”

“Oh please. Tell me it’s not the only thing you’ve thought about.”

“Well of course I’ve thought about it, it’s a little hard to forget what it was, but it cannot happen again!”

“What, scared of getting caught? Or scared of admitting you like it? Or, could it be you’re scared of seeing my magic again, scared to admit we’re both-”

“Don’t even say, ‘witches’.”

“-Supernaturals,” Kai says instead.

“Oh my god. Okay. Fine. Maybe one of those. Maybe all of the above.”

“So a no on the refresher?”

“We have to work on this project,” she insists, eyeing the students on the other side of the bookcase.

“Alright, then. Project time.”

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Some hour into working - actual working - on the project, Bonnie starts to get restless. Kai’s behaved ever since she shut him down, but now it seems he’s getting antsy again. He looks like he’s doing nothing, but she can say she knows him better than that. A quiet Kai is a scheming Kai. The way his hands are resting still on the table, eyes are focused intently on the paper model, make her suspicious. When a familiar warmth starts to excite her body, coupled with a tingling sensation down her spine, she calls him out. 

“Stop doing that.”

He looks up, noticeably caught off guard. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Yes, you are. You’re doing your ‘magic’ thing.” She lowers her voice on the certain word.

Kai chuckles. “Um, nope. I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. I can feel it.”

“Are you sure that’s not just you wanting it? Because I don’t even have any right now.”

“Prove it.”

He tries to move the markers but can’t. The gesture towards her skirt does nothing.

“How do I know you’re not faking?”

“Why don’t you just admit you want it?”

“What?”

“You’re feeling things that aren’t there. Obviously you want something from me, and it isn’t my impeccable nerve drawing skills.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Says the one with the desire literally emanating off her. C’mon, you don’t think I can’t feel you staring at me?” 

Bonnie says nothing. As much as she hates to admit it, he’s right. All day, her mind has been replaying the memory over and over, and if she’s honest, she’s getting pissed off at him right now, for pretending like he actually wants to do the project, instead of other things that he clearly would rather do instead.

She shrugs, still refusing to answer. In a way, that’s an answer in itself. 

“Alright, let me finish this last nerve.”

“You’re on my last nerve.”

Kai chuckles, dimples indenting the sides of his face in a way that annoys her. It makes him look cute. She does not need to think he looks cute. 

He puts his marker down and gives her a suggestive wink. “I’mma do something a little better this time. Less magic, something more… involved.”

“That doesn’t sound good coming off your tongue.”

“I think you’ll feel differently about my tongue in a couple minutes,” he says, suddenly dropping below the table. 

She freezes, then turns to find where he went, gripping the rounded wood. “Wait, what are you doing?!”

“Magic makes you nervous, I get it. There’s other ways to have a good time.”

“Are you insane?!” She finds him between her legs, dangerously close. 

“Uh, yeah, actually.” Bonnie rolls her eyes. “Just relax! No one’s around.”

The thought isn’t that much of a comfort, yet she unconsciously starts to pull at her skirt anyway. She glances around nervously as he moves in, strokes her leg to get her to inch off the seat, then kisses her inner thigh as soon as he gets access to it. 

“You just have to be quiet,” he says.

“You just have to shut up,” she retorts, running a finely manicured hand through his hair and scratching slightly. 

Kai smirks against her skin, still pressing kisses to it, then brings his attention to her core. To his surprise, she shifts to help him remove her panties, before returning her hands to his hair. 

“Be quiet,” she tells him, anxiety rising.

“You be quiet.”

She speaks through clenched teeth. “Kai, I’m serious.”

“Relax,” he repeats, “you’ll be fine.”

She hates him seeing her nervous like this, and that anxiety is almost strong enough to make him push her away, but then he spreads her legs further, and presses his tongue flat against her core, and she gasps out of surprise before covering her mouth. 

“Shit,” she mutters. Bonnie opts to lean forward more, blocking the view better for anyone who might unexpectedly walk by. She grabs a pencil to look busy, then puts it in her mouth to shut herself up instead. 

Kai flicks his tongue between her folds, tasting her arousal as it builds. He keeps both hands on her inner thighs, keeping her legs open despite her innate urge to squeeze them together. He moves his lips to her clit, sucking the small bundle of nerves, and sending jolts of pleasure straight down her spine. Bonnie bites hard into the pencil. One hand dips below the table to find his hair again, desperate to hold onto something. Kai’s only encouraged by this. He rolls his tongue around her clit in circles, not stopping even when she’s digging her hand into his scalp. 

“Oh my god, Kai,” she whispers, legs beginning to shake. Her jaw tightly clenched around the pencil was getting sore, but the minute she let up, his name slipped from her lips.

She puts her fist into her mouth instead. 

“Shhh,” he playfully chides. 

His focus is back on her core now as he lets his tongue explore. His nose is pressed up against her skin, so the next breath he remembers to take goes straight to her heat. 

Bonnie’s overwhelmed with pleasure, yet desperate for more. She’s about to complain when he stops for a moment, but then a finger replaces where his mouth had just been, and his tongue returns to her clit. 

His unexpected finger in her core sends a shiver throughout her body. She’s wet enough that he adds another almost immediately. Bonnie can feel her arousal dripping from her body, without her panties to catch it, and she tries not to cringe. 

“Fuck.” She’s finally getting close. He works on her clit like he’s starving. His fingers hit her favorite spot. 

“Want a little something extra?” He pauses to ask, eyes twinkling with danger.

Bonnie’s not sure if he’s talking about magic, but she doesn’t care. She’s embarrassed when those words fall from her lips. “I don’t care, just don’t stop.”

Smirking slightly, Kai does as he’s told. He finds the same rhythm he was using a second prior, bringing her back to the edge before she could lose it completely. He then focuses on the hand holding her inner thigh from closing in on his head and siphons. Bonnie struggles to hold back a whimper, then audibly clamps a hand back over her mouth. She makes a fist again, biting down hard. 

Kai only siphons enough to make her finish, then stops. He relies on himself to do most of the work, not his magic. He fingers her throughout her orgasm, only stopping when the sounds become too loud contrasting the quietness of the library. He licks at her clit until she releases her tight grip of his hair. 

Relief shudders through Bonnie as she’s finally snapped. Tension releases from her shoulders, causing her to momentarily slouch onto the desk. Kai laps at her arousal, cleaning it up as much as he can, before ducking his head out of sight. He reemerges a second later, eyes glossy. Bonnie turns to him, still breathing hard.

“Holy shit.”

“Any regrets?”

“Hell no.”

He runs his tongue along his lower lip, still wet from her. The sight sends another shockwave throughout her body. The sudden desire to kiss it off him rises, but she fights it. She doesn’t want to make things intimate between them; they’ve become close enough the last couple days. 

“Do you?” She returns the question, wanting to ask something, but not sure what.

Kai raises an eyebrow. “Do you even have to ask?”

Bonnie smiles before she can stop herself. Her gaze drops to the floor. 

“Can I ask something?” He’s hesitant, not quite where he stands with her now. Does this make them friends? Friends with benefits? Classmates with benefits? Classmates with secrets?

“What?”

His question has nothing to do with the thousand that swirl about in his mind.

“What made you change your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“C’mon, you know my rep around here, and I know I freaked you out for a while-”

“You still freak me out.”

He chuckles. “So what made you change your mind enough to trust me? To let this happen, not once, but twice?”

She crosses her arms, stubbornly, but at the raise of one of his eyebrows, sighs and lets her guard down. “Maybe seeing how your magic works ‘changed my mind’,” she makes quotation marks with her fingers. “My Grams is always so… enthusiastic about the way she talks about it. I think your dull voice helps tone it down.”

“Nice save.”

Bonnie actually laughs. “It’s less daunting, I guess.”

“And seeing it in action like this helps, I bet,” he teases.

“Maybe so.”

“Well, on that note, you have practice soon, and I should find Jo before she leaves me here. But, uh, we're still good to meet Thursday?”

“Yeah. And maybe… if you really say I’m a witch, too, you can help me tap into that, so I can cheat on some of these really boring assignments.”

Kai snorts. “Only if you let me siphon occasionally.”

“Only if this never gets out to anyone.”

“Ditto.”

“Then we have a deal.” She agrees. “Oh! And another thing, this,” she points in between them, “won’t be the last time, okay?”

“Deal.”

[crazyforbarbatos]

Satan Dating Headcanons

Lucifer | Mammon | Leviathan | Asmodeus | Beelzebub | Belphegor | Diavolo | Barbatos | Simeon | Solomon | Mephistopheles | Raphael | Thirteen

Dating Satan would include:

Treating him like he’s his own person

he appreciates that you don’t compare him to Lucifer

and he’s relieved that the one he loves can truly see him

Having the honor of being his first love

It would be you who taught him how to love

and he's going to love you so deeply

he's read about romance so he's sure that he can treat you pretty good

His love is genuine and true

but it borders on obsessive

he's afraid that he'll lose you

thus sometimes it's hard to be with him with the insecurities that rise to the surface

you'd have to assure him that he won't lose you as long as both of you meet halfway and communicate with each other

dating him also means that you probably need to have a shared liking of cats

it’s his life after all

besides books and knowledge

He calls you : Sweetheart, kitten, my love

unlike many others, he would remember all of your emotional tells

when he sees you upset, he’ll be right by your side

he’d do anything for you to smile for him

even if that means moving mountains

however sometimes he may not know about a certain and would need help with what it means and how to deal with him

he’s eternally grateful when you take the time and patience to teach/show him

he makes sure to tell you that he loves you every morning when you wake up and every night before you go to sleep

like any couple, you'll have your fights

despite him being the avatar of wrath, he does his best to keep his cool

but that doesn't mean that things don't get said

even you would even say things you didn't mean

it's not a one-sided thing

but once both of you cool down, you both apologize and talk it out

dating him means you get to sit in his lap when he's reading

and he won't be bothered by the kisses

he will just simply put his book down and smother you with kisses while making you squeal

dating him also means that you get to see everything that makes him blush

first kisses

first intimate touches

new pet names you have for him

and so on

also please let him hold you in his arms

and let him read to you

he loves to rest his chin on your shoulder and brush his cheek against yours

you'll get to go on many different dates with him as he has so many connections

but your favorite dates with him would be to the cat café or the bookstore or library cause that's where you see him in his element

you'll get to see his eyes light up when he sees all of the cats

or you'll get to admire him as he happily tells you about a new book that he found or a series he'd recently started reading

he's not really handsy but he loves to hold your waist while in public

and if people were starting to piss him off because they were being annoying or they were bothering you, he'd simply pull you close, his lips leaving kisses on your neck and cheek while glaring at them

he would protect you with his life

but if he had to deal with someone, he wouldn't want you to see

he doesn't want you to suddenly think that he is the monster from the story

Satan doesn’t like to lose control of his anger in your presence (because of Lucifer or one of his brothers)

in fact he starts to think negatively

he was a monster

what if someday he hurt you while blinded by rage?

he didn’t want you to leave him

he didn’t want to be alone

and he is so thankful and so taken by you when you crouch down in front of him and hold his face in your hands

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’m never going anywhere. And you’re not a monster. You’re the smartest and sweetest man I’ve never met. I trust and love you so much.”

and the kiss on his nose would have calmed him instantly

Satan would hold you close to his heart at night and not let you go until morning

also dating him means you’ll probably be adopting/taking care of lots of cats

[iamnotyourgodsherald]

Fanfic Work!

Hi! Here is a BG3 Fanfic that I wrote about my Teifling Bard Tav, Mordai and his husband Gale Dekarios during their married life! It was a labor of love so please tell me how you like it!

18+ ONLY! NO MINORS! 🔞

Cw: Contains Nsfw themes. Blood

Contains: Desperation, Biting, Accidental Magically Induced Lust, Heightened Sensitivity, Dry Humping, Cock Worship, Blood From Biting, Teifling Anatomy, Sucking off, Anal Penetration, Cum Denial and Cumming Together, Saliva, Face Fucking

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I was sitting in the library of Gale and I’s tower in Waterdeep, reading Cormyrian poetry with the breeze from the open window gently blowing in. Tara, Gale’s Tressym, was on my lap purring, letting me pet her while I read with Gale practicing his spells in our bedroom next door to me. Only a couple months married but by the Gods, was it wonderful. Our lives were filled with work, Gale teaching illusion magic at a University, and I, working at the Yawning portal as an entertainer! We were busy but every night, we made time for each other. Whether that was reading to each other, game nights, or going on more “naughty” adventures.

I was deep in this thought process, sighing at my perfect life when suddenly the entire tower started to shake and tremble.

Purple light shot out from underneath the door and Tara made a quick escape out through the open window nearby. I quickly got up and dived behind the chair I was sitting in, waiting until the purple light faded and all went quiet.

I started to panic, thinking maybe Gale was hurt, my heart racing.

“Gale?! My love, are you okay?!” I yelled, almost starting to tear up. “My love, speak to me!”

“Everything’s okay!” Gale yelled after a brief pause. “Are you alright?!”

Thank the fucking gods.

“I am fine! A bit shaken though! Tara flew away!”

I got up and dusted myself before opening the door to see our bedroom in total disarray. Books all over the floor, trinkets and papers scattered everywhere. Some artifacts were sparking and fritzing but otherwise fine. However, Gale was on our bed, hidden under the blankets. Almost trembling.

I let a sigh of relief and walked over to him, poking the lump only to feel it jolt.

“My love, what in the hells happened?” I giggled.

I sat next to the lump, putting my hand on it and rubbing gently.

“I am dreadfully sorry, love. I was in the middle of my incantation when my mind started to wander, and the spell suddenly went awry! I spoke everything so perfectly and then I just… I got distracted.” Gale explained, sounding embarrassed.

“Oh love, it happens to all of us magic casters! What got you distracted?” I asked, pulling the blanket off of him. “Did you-“

What I saw under that blanket was Gale, panting and his face pink. His bright, starry brown eyes staring up at me with intense lust. His robes opened with his pants opened and his hard cock hanging out of them. When he saw me, however, he yanked the blanket back down over to cover back up.

“No please! Don’t let me see you! The spells magic has caused me to become incredibly aroused! It’s almost torturous! My member is so hot and hard and…”

He trailed off, pulling the blanket tighter around him as he started to pant heavily.

I was speechless. It was the hottest look that i had ever seen Gale in, hotter than the space sex in my opinion. Nothing like looking at the intense and primal lust in someone you loves eyes… I could hardly resist it as well as my own cock started to harden.

“M-Mordai?” Gale whimpered out, peeking out a bit from under the blanket. “Whats wrong…?”

“I am just fine, love. Just processing.” I said, gently peeling away the blanket. “Love, you know that… I am your husband? That… I am always ready to make love to you right? That I love to do that?”

Gale stuttered and whined a sound that made me shutter. My tail started to wrap around my own leg.

“I am… embarrassed… You should not see me like this!” Gale said softly, letting silence wash over them for a second. “All flustered and shy… but I melt so easily when it comes to lust… and looking at you… Maybe you are right. I am still not used to having someone so… doting. To be with someone who loves all of me… Even if I am all a flutter. So forgive me, love.”

“Oh, love. I am not quite used to it too. I am so used to loneliness that… but I am no longer alone. Neither are you. And you never will be again. I will help in anyway you want me to. Including ravaging your body whenever you wish.” Mordai purred.

“Mordai! You tempter! You know talking like that will make me crazy…!” Gale stuttered.

Gale looked away from me, panting a bit between his sentences. I could tell his arousal was getting stronger. My own arousal was growing along with him, my tail acting on its own, thumping against the bed.

Gale looked up at me and smiled as he held my face in his hands.

“I love you, Mordai Dekarios.”

“I love you too, Gale Dekarios.” I purred back.

I never got tired of hearing him call me that.

He sat up, and crawled across the bed before starting to remove his clothes. He pulled his robes off, leaving him only with his cloth pants, which still had his hard dick out, dripping with precum. Gale then started staring at me with such an intense feeling of lust and laid back on the pillows of the bed. Gale’s lustful look… rivaled that of an Incubus.

Once he saw me staring at him, he let a sly smile spread across his face and spread his legs open to me.

My tail twitched in anticipation, wrapping itself around Gale’s ankle before I practically pounced on him as he opened himself up like that to me. My tail wrapped around his thigh more as I pulled him into my arms and locked my lips onto his. Our kiss deep and almost wild. Gale held onto me tighter, his body shaking in my grip, soft grunts escaping his plump lips.

I felt my own cock growing and throbbing hard in excitement as he gripped onto me. The skin of my cock catching on my pants was almost enough to send me into insanity. My own desire growing as I felt his wet tongue wrap around mine. My mind becoming cloudy quickly as his scent filled my nose, like old pages and ink. His groaning filling my ears like a full symphony of music.

I wanted to tease him a bit so as we kissed, I started rubbing my bulge into him, humping softly against his cock. This caused him to start moaning, gripping my hair gently but firmly.

“Mordai… Youre being a t-tease, please. I need it s-so bad….” Gale stuttered.

“Is that truly what you want, my love?” I asked softly.

Gale then nodded quickly, spreading his legs open. Beckoning me to take him right then and there.

“Yes love! Ravage me! Make love to me! Claim me! Fill me up with your sperm!” he begged desperately.

I then felt something snap into place in my brain. Like, Gale unlocked something within me and suddenly ideas were rushing into my head. I slowly smirked and grabbed Gale by his wrists and pinned him down to our bed.

“You want me to ravage you? Fine. I am going to take my sweet time with you, my love~” I purred.

I pulled him off the bed by his wrists and forced him on his kneels, as he yelped in surprise, he noticed he was at eye level with my bulge and grabbed my thighs, pressing his face into my bulge and taking a deep sniff of it, looking up at me with a slutty and lustful expression.

“Oh gods my mind is… not my own anymore. I need it, Mordai… Gods, I can smell your musk. Your cock is just… Incredible...”

Gale then licked up my bulge through my pants, looking up at me as he did. His hands started to try and pull my pants down almost desperate to see it but I quickly grabbed a fistful of his soft wavy brown hair and gripped it by the roots, making him stop in his tracks. He responded to this with a loud whine as his soft brown eyes met mine.

“Mordai! Mordai, Please! I need it! I need it so badly, please…I am begging you, my love! Let me see it! Let me taste it!”

“Good Gods, Gale… I never knew you could talk like this. It enough to drive me to insanity… Don’t you worry. I wont leave a single hole of yours unused by the end of this evening. You gotta be a good boy first, okay? I need you to worship my cock. Tell me how much you fucking want it and love it, without using that pretty mouth of yours.” I purred.

I then took out my cock, which was starting to harden up, and laid it across Gale’s face.

Gale moaned as I did, his eyes almost rolling back in delight. His hot breath on the side of my cock made the bumps on it swell with pleasure, but It also told me he was about to suck on it and I gripped his hair harder. He moaned out in response, shaking under my hand.

“Be good and do as I ask, Love.”

He didn’t even hesitate. As soon as I let go of his hair, he pressed his face up against my cock, taking in the smell of it while looking up at me with his big, shimmering brown eyes.

“Oh Mordai… Your textured cock is so plump. So thick. it always stretches me out when you use it on me. Leaves me weak and vulnerable! Gods, I want it so badly. These slits on the side, right under the head… Thats to keep it from sliding out too early, isn’t it? Gods, to be stuck on it. No. To be bred by it… but I know I don’t deserve it yet…! I need to praise it more! Even now, it throbs in delight as my praise… how big and red it is, like I am a thrall of an Incubus…oh please Mordai! I need it…! I need this divine cock, please! I cant take it anymore!”

Gale begged, gripping at my legs and panting wildly. Looking at me with almost tears in his eyes, he buried his face in my cock again, breathing hard on my balls, his panting becoming more wild.

My lust was too much, seeing Gale like this. I gripped his hair by the root again and made him lean back against the side of the bed, tilting his head back onto the bed. He cried out in surprise, but it was immediately silenced as I shoved my cock all the way into his tight, wet throat.

I quickly began humping into his face, leaning over onto the bed as Gale gripped my legs. I felt myself already swelling and growled. I then bit my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning too loud, knowing that moaning like crazy was just gonna make me cum faster.

Didn’t stop Gale from moaning though. He was drooling all over my cock, trying to find some way to suck on it even more as I thrusted into his throat. He gagged on it, slipping his tongue around my cock as much as he could as I fucked his throat relentlessly.

I suddenly felt myself swelling up, about to burst into his throat before I pulled out of him suddenly.

“How bad?” I panted. “ How bad do you want me to fill your throat?”

Gale panted a moment, his eyes rolling in his skull a bit. He almost looked dazed. Saliva dripping from his lips and onto his chest.

“So bad… so bad… please…” he whimpered out.

I then pushed it back into his throat, hearing Gale make a loud satisfied groaning sound as I filled him. I started fucking his face faster, my balls slapping against Gales chin and saliva running down my leg. I finally reached my peak and shoved my cock DEEP into his throat, pumping it full of sperm. Gale started to choke and cough so I pulled out, letting him drink the rest down.

“Thank you… My dear… My love… For letting me drink from you…” Gale said wearily.

“You’re welcome, my love. Now, Do you wish to continue?” I asked softly.

When he nodded, I then picked him off the floor, cradling him in my arms and threw him up on the bed before grabbing him and pinning him down on the bed by his wrist. I then began to kiss his neck. The loud, desperate moans that came out of him all the sudden, almost made me cum right there.

“Mordai!” He yelped. “No! I am so sensitive, oh gods…!”

He wrapped his legs around me as I ignore his cries, his body twisting and turning in pleasure. As I held him down, I slowly sank my teeth into his neck just enough to make it bleed slightly. Tasting his blood hungrily.

Gale cried out, trying to wrench his hands free from me. He was overcome with so much pleasure and stimulation, that his body was acting purely on instinct now. No longer was Gale Dekarios there. Gale was a play thing. A toy whose mind was now broken and was only worried about my cock not being inside of him.

I held him there with my teeth until I could taste more blood, then pulling off and sinking my teeth into his shoulder. Leaving more bloody mouth prints all over him.

Then his breast.

Then his stomach.

“Oh by the gods, Mordai! Mordai! I love you! I love you so much! I love you! I love you!” Gale repeated crazily.

Gale started squirming around in delight, his body shaking as I started pulling off his pants. Causing his cock to get excited and shoot pre cum out in anticipation. Gale yelped in embarrassment before covering his face with a pillow.

“Oh you bastard! You evil, evil bastard! How dare you do this to me! You love to embarrass me, dont you?!” Gale yelled, muffled.

“First, it was ‘I love you!’ and now its ‘evil bastard?’ Which one is it?” I teased.

I started rubbing my finger on his precum covered cockhole, and he moaned out, turning his face away from me, keeping the pillow over his face.

“You are being a tease…! I let my throat become ravaged by you, drank down your sperm like I was parched and you were water and you reward me with teasing!? So cruel!” Gale said huffed.

“Ah, you are so right, my love.” I said shifting suddenly so Gale’s legs were on my shoulders. “Let me remedy that.”

I snatched the pillow to put it under my stomach and before he could protest, I took his full length into my throat until my nose was pressed against his stomach. Being careful as to not scrape him with my teeth as I sucked on him hungrily.

Gale screamed out in pleasure, panting quickly as I sucked on him. His body quaking as I held his legs down on my shoulders. I watched him claw and grip at the pillows behind his head, his face full of pure ecstasy as I drooled onto his member. My own cock was throbbing with delight and catching on the bed sheets underneath us. My eyes lolled as a result, the pleasure sending shudders up my spine.

I let my mind race as I filled my mouth with his cock. I started thinking of filling him with sperm. Filling him all the way up until it leaked back out. Thinking of filling up his throat again. Maybe using my tail… My cock twitched and swelled in these thoughts. I told myself to calm down, however. I wanted to please Gale and make sure he was taken care of first before I ravaged his hole.

I felt his cock swell in my throat and I pulled off, rubbing his cock slowly so he couldn’t cum immediately. Of course, he protested loudly at this.

“Mordaaaiii!” He whined, almost kicking his leg. “Come on! I was so close! Give me this! I’m about to cum! Just let me cum! Please!”

“Not yet.” I purred, rubbing his cock against my face. “I wanted to keep pleasing you more! It’s not fun if I just simply get you off.”

“Mordai! Please! The spell is making this unbearable! Please let me cum! Please I am begging you, I need it! I need relief! I beg of you, my love, let me cum! Please!”

I smirked.

“Call me your god, sweetheart~”

“…Yes, my God. Please.. bestow your grace on your servant. Please allow me to cum. Allow me to feel ecstasy at your hands…Please, my God!”

I felt his cock twitch hard in my hand as he praised me. Smirking at my worship kink loving husband, I lowered myself back down and took him deeply into my throat again, bobbing my head up and down and sucking even harder than before. I was starting to gag as it swelled again in my throat, looking up at him to see his head lying back, yelling in pure bliss.

“Please! Almost! I’m…!”

Gale thrusted his hips into my throat, making me choke and fatally grabbed my horns as he came. His warm, thick sperm filling my throat as it oozed out of his throbbing cock. His grip on my horns kept me held down against his cock.

I didn’t mention in this story, but a lesson in Teifling anatomy!

Teifling horns and tails are INCREDIBLY sensitive to touch. Touching them, especially during sex, can be dangerous for our partners cause it can cause us to get really rough and really excited. In some cases, go absolutely primal from the feeling.

And Gale just grabbed my horns while he came into my throat.

What happened next, all happened so swiftly. After Gale came, I pinned down his legs by his head, exposing Gales hole to me and leaned over him. I heard him yelp and try to talk to me, but I couldn’t quite hear what he said. I don’t even remember what he said.

All I know is after that, All I felt was my cock sinking itself deeply into his hot, twitching hole and then hearing Gale’s screams of sweet pleasure as my cock stretched him wide open.

I started pounding him relentlessly. I wasn’t just gonna stop after one load. I was going to fuck him until he was messy. Until he was more broken than he already was. Until I had fully claimed him.

With my slits swelled on the outside of my cock inside of him and catching on his insides, I went harder to move inside, gripping the sheets hard by his head. Using that position to keep his legs pinned. It must have been a good position, cause then Gale’s voice went higher in pitch, his insides clenching around my cock in the heat of his screams.

“MORDAI! You’re hitting my spot! YOURE HITTING MY SPOT! Please! Mercy!! MERCY!!”

“You grabbed my horns. Mercy is no longer on the table, love.” I growled back.

I snarled as I started ramming onto his spot faster, his insides clenching tighter but quickly loosening up as his mind was swimming with his spot being stimulated over and over.

Gale started to go from screaming to babbling incoherent nonsense loudly, his hands clawing into the pillow behind his head. His eyes stared into mine with such intense lust but I also saw love sparkling behind them as well as he stared at me. A small, broken smile appeared on his face as he took my dick.

“Fill me… Fill me.. please love…! Im going to cum…! Please…! Please!” Gale whined loudly.

My heart was starting to pound hard in my chest as I looked down at him. I started going as fast as I could, my cock swelling even more inside of him.

“Whatever you want, Gale…! Im yours! All of me! IM YOURS!” I cried out.

I bear hugged him on the bed, still slamming deep into him. He responded by hugging back, digging his nails into my back.

“IM YOURS! IM YOURS MORDAI! PLEASE! DONT STOP! DONT!” Gale screamed.

I hugged him harder. shoving myself all the way inside of him, and cumming deep inside his stomach. I could feel my liquids coating his guts, as I shot load after load.

Gale shouted after I came, clawing into my back harder and spraying all over my stomach as he came and collapsed onto the bed. Panting and groaning in exhaustion.

I started to laugh to myself, panting along with him, before scooping him into my arms. I kissed Gale deeply as I kept my cock buried inside of him, keeping him full of my sperm.

He melted into the kiss at first but then pulled away, looking very confused.

“Why are you laughing…?”Gale asked.

“You need to keep that spell.” I chuckled, softly nuzzling into his face. “Ready for round 2?~”

The Happy Couple 💕

[mystic-headcanons]

Autism Jumin headcanons PLEASE. I saw somewhere (i don't remember this in game) that MC said "i think you have something mentally wrong with you" and Jumin goes "i know"

that paired with autism. i cannot get out of my head.

do with this what you will

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE

a lot of this is largely based on what i know about autism and my own personal experience with autism

- jumin is the number one cat expert. like this man knows everything there is to know about felines. he is THE cat expert

- HAS THE BLINKING STIM. i don’t think he would have many, if any at all, physical stims because jumin very much knows that it is Not Acceptable in the high society that he grew up in. someone also mentioned on my post that buttoning his sleeve would be a stim and i 100% agree.

- does not understand his own feelings very well. this man is VERY emotionally stunted, though how much of it is due to trauma and how much of it is because of his autism is unclear. which is why when he understands that what he feels is love towards mc, he like immediately proposes.

- he owns so. many. books. like legit has his own personal library. any special interest he has he buys books on, so there’s MANY books on cats, wines, supernatural entities, etc.

- does not like crushed velvet. i have no reasoning for this other than crushed velvet makes me want to rip off every one of my fingers and so jumin is the same way.

- he is an empathetic person, but often does not understand when he says something wrong. this is also very canon.

- when he has his autistic meltdowns, it consists of him just going completely blank. i’m talking no speaking, lifeless eyes, and does NOT let anyone into his personal space. will just sit in his bed with elizabeth the third and stare at the wall or the ceiling until he comes back to himself

- PETTING THE CAT IS HIS STIM TOO

- jumin has very few safe foods, so there is always extra stocked up in the kitchen in case of sensory overload

- if he finds someone who will listen to him talk, jumin could easily talk for hours about any one of his special interests

- very. very. literal. does not understand the common types of humor very well, and doesn’t understand sarcasm either.

- if he’s feeling a Big Unknown Emotion, jumin will literally just shut down. not in the same way as a meltdown, but in a ‘i need to process this fully and cannot be doing anything else’ type of way.

- has that autistic rizz 😎

- has been blocked by every member of the rfa, minus v, at least once for talking on and on when no one was interested.

- somewhere, probably on one of seven’s many phones, there exists a video of jumin han in cat ears and meowing at elizabeth the third because seven once told him that that’s how you connect fully with cats and jumin just. believed him.

- there was a fake website made and everything.

- if there are many overlapping sounds for an extended period of time, jumin starts to experience sensory overload.

- is fine with loud, sudden noises, though.

- it took jumin a while to become fully comfortable with the knowledge that he is autistic. it’s not something that he really talked about with his father, and jumin had to unlearn many misconceptions.

- cannot read between the lines. like, at all.

- once jumin starts opening himself up to his feelings more, he gets one (1) sharp pang of anxiety and it debilitates him.

- wine is another Very Special Interest of jumin’s. he could probably tell you the exact date and time that it was created.

- makes too much eye contact. like the man looks like he’s trying to stare into the depths of your soul.

i love jumin han so mf much <3 this is all. i have for now. i hope you liked it!!