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The Case of The Heart's Whisper 18+

Pairing: Pippa Fitz Amobi x Fem Reader

Summary: You didn't realize having a relationship with Andie Bell would lead you to become Pippa Fitz Amobi's main resource in Andie Bell's complex life. You also didn't expect to fall for the detective, especially since you're still hanging on the girl who broke your heart.

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Authors Note: I wrote this piece quite a while ago after reading halfway through the first book, for that matter this story includes many inconsistencies and does not follow booklore in terms of storyline or even timelines. What if reader helps pip with the case and ends up falling in love with Pip? but a bit Andie-coded because I just love her. This was just meant as a fun writer's challenge and is meant to be entertaining. Please also keep in mind this was written before I finished the first book.

Warnings: Past Andie x fem reader, angst, fluff, possessive pip if you squint. Mentions of child abuse, toxic parenting, Andie bell haunting everyone from the grave. Dark pip having the ability to bring me to my knees. This story is not suppose to make sense. That’s about it. Steamy but actual smut is not written. Not proof read. Reader is on her last year in school. Being held back a year for therapy. Cussing.

"What was your relationship with Andie Bell?". You gulped, feeling tears start to brim at just the name. Her name. Images of soft blue eyes and Andie's infamous smirk replayed in your mind like a broken record. Bringing back memories you had flushed away, locked away tight.

Under the watchful glare of Pippa Fitz Amobi, you felt your tongue dry against the roof of your mouth. Her words replaying in your mind, 'what was your relationship with Andie Bell?'

It wasn't that easy. You wish you could have gotten up from your seat in the canteen, where pip laid out her voice recorder, her strong willful blue eyes seeming to crawl over your skin, but not in a predatory manner, you couldn't help but notice the way she was staring at you. It made your stomach flip, your eyes burn, it felt all too familiar, the way her eyes were focused on you. With such intensity.

Just like her.

It had been forever since someone had eyed you like that. Five whole years to be exact.

A deep guttural sound boomed you away from your thoughts and your eyes moved to the boy who sat across from you, Ravi singh. His eyes were on you as well, except you couldn't help but feel like he was judging you. Sitting down with his arms crossed and his dark eyes looking into your soul, how were you suppose to tell him that Andie had been interested in you. That she had personally took you aside after you had stumbled upon Sal and Andie in the canteen, Andie with her usual puppy dog eyes directed at Sal. It had hurt, like a sucker punch to the gut.

All the things Andie had said to you during your studying lesson. It all had been lies. Of course you did nothing, only turned back on your heel, book bag in hand. You heard rushed footsteps next and then Andie was behind you. Her force strong and impatient, "y/n wait!! I didn't mean for you to see that". You had halted, burning red eyes and betrayal filling your veins. You turned on the girl, yanking your hand from under her touch.

"My friends were right about you Andie bell. You're nothing but a cruel mean person who will use anyone for your gain! I should have known the minute you came to talk to me that you had no intention of being my friend! Or whatever the hell you were playing at. Do yourself a favor, get another French tutor. I'm done."

Cue to the next day, when you were making your usual walk to Kilton grammar l, beanie in hand as the chilly English weather had been harsh at that day, numbing your fingers to the bone. Your father never was one for making sure you were comfortable and safe, his job stopped the day you were born. Despite your rough upbringing you were usually rather optimistic, everyone always said you were a female version of Sal signh. Not exactly what you wanted to hear, but maybe that was why Andie gravitated torward you. You shook your head, Andie Bell was out of your life. And like life, you watched as a silver SUV parked along side you, Andie bell in the front seat, brows furrowed.

"Get in the car you'll freeze to death" she spoke. You only continued walking, defiant. "I prefer the cold air, it makes my immune system stronger".

You didn't expect Andie to park the car, getting out with a grumble and practically tackling you. If you closed your eyes just enough you could still feel Andie's soft fingers ghosting over your cheeks bones, hot breathe against your ear. "I apologize for what I did. It's just...Sal is my best friend. And perhaps I should have broke it off with him, but it's hard. And then you came into the canteen and I panicked, I'm not use to panicking. I-" Andie's blue eyes had remained still, blush on her cheeks. "I like you y/n. Like a lot. It wasn't suppose to happen at first I really did need help with my French, but then I started noticing things about you. Like how you're always so sweet to others, how you mumble when you're nervous. Or how no matter how much your dad makes you unhappy, you always seem to be shining. Why is that? Is there some sort of secret?".

You remember feeling like you were in the twilight zone. Andie bell was a popular girl, a popular girl with a cruel heart, one who enjoyed hurting others. And yet here she was, helping you up and dusting your trousers. Her eyes warm and soft. Why she liked you, you didn't know. But you wanted to know why.

Needless to say how were you suppose to sit and say that Andie bell had liked you, not to Ravi Singh , that would just make him hate you more. And perhaps you felt guilty. Because his brother had died for Andie bell. And she had been playing games with you.

A soft brush of fingers against your hand made you turn back to the girl, in an act of utter coincidence or an act of kindness, you weren't sure which she spoke, this time to Ravi.

"Ravi would you mind leaving us two girls together? I believe y/n would feel more comfortable giving me her account without others listening in".

At this you watched as Ravi immediately stood up, eying you with strange eyes, before walking out of the canteen, the door's hinges making an utter awful squeaking noise that reminded you of the deer your father use to shoot.

"Andie wasn't like the others". You didn't recognize your voice as you spoke. It was brittle, far away sounding, pain infused. You watched as Pippa remained speechless, eying you with her soft grey eyes.

"The others?" Her brows furrowed, "other students you mean?".

You nodded, a tear flying past your cheeks and onto your bottom lip, tasting the familiar salt on your tongue. You watched as pip followed the motion, eyes drifting down your lips.

"At first when she came round to me, I thought it was some cruel joke she was trying to play. I had heard about what she'd done to Nat De Silva. People talked. But....when she came round to my desk after French class and asked if I could tutor her I was lost for words". Pippa watched as a smirk filled your lips.

"Andie bell was kind to me. I don't know why....perhaps she saw something in me others didn't bother to see. And-and perhaps if we had gotten to be around each other more we could have been something. But she's gone now. And no one can bring her back".

"I will"

The words made your eyes find pip's. And you watched as the girl without thought reached over the table, taking your trembling fingers into her own, holding them against her own flushed fingers. Almost like she knew.

"I can't promise you Andie....I cannot simply wave my fingers and make her appear. Although I wish I could....but I can offer you peace. Justice. I can offer you a finalized solid answer to what truly happened to her. I've heard what others said about you and her. You were special to her too y/n".

At that all composure left you. Your body began to tremble and you let the soft sobs rock your body, the all to consuming feeling of grief taking over.

In an instance pip was beside you, bringing you to her chest and holding tightly. So tight you could feel the girls heartbeat, which was rapid and going a mile a minute. Battering against her rib cage.

You clung to her, after all these fives years you had wanted someone to hold you like this, to brush the tears away and say that it gets better. That time can heal wounds, but of course stuck with your father who had no notion of feelings or emotions that was not what you had learned to expect. Instead you tucked it away.

But pippa was kind. She had a sense of ease that seemed to calm your racing heart. And lull you into a sense of comfort. And perhaps, if you were being honest, she had that same energy to her. It was like having a piece of Andie with you, however small it was. Because as much as Pippa reminded you of Andie, she was almost completely 100% different. Where Andie was rough around the edges, pipa was solid, keen on the way she thought, logical. Where Andie was sporadic and lacking sympathy, pip made up for it with her soft eyes and just heart.

In the weeks that followed you found your eyes finding Pip's when you would greet her in the hall of Kilton grammar, her eyes seeming to find yours in a crowd. She was always the first to greet you, smile that pipa smile. What you were not aware of was the fact that pip had been ogling you during lunch apparently.

"What's up with Pippa Fitz Amobi always staring at you?" You blanched. Eyes wide as you eyed your best friend Seth from across the lunch table, your fresh salad you had nicked from the canteen bar forgotten.

"What do you mean? I helped her out with her end of term project a few weeks ago. She's probably just grateful or something. Not many people gave her grace over the topic" you growled out.

Seth, who was not very bright in social cues only began talking yet again. "No I mean, she's always staring at you now. She was in geography and just now when you sat down. I think she fancies you".

You had to chuckle at that, your laughter filling the lunchroom, your cheeks flushed and eyes wide, you immediately shoved Seth, "that is the most stupid comment I have ever heard!! Pippa fitz Amobi having a crush on me! Me Seth! I'm nobody. Seriously what a notion. She's probably got a few more questions to ask me."

"Well I better prepare because she's coming this way".

Your smile vanished, your eyes wide. "What!"

And like clockwork pipa was in front of your table, blue eyes scanning you. "Sorry to interrupt your lunch hour y/n, but would you mind if I asked you to have dinner with my family and I after school? I know it's sudden. I was going to ask Ravi, but I figured I hadn't properly thanked you for answering my questions"

Seth smiled from the brim of his thermos, making your nerves ramp up even more, but you stayed calm, moving your eyes to Pippa's. A small smile formed on your lips as you took in her face, all furrowed lines and nervous fingers behind her back. You half expected her to serenade you with random facts, a sign she was nervous.

"I really would love to pipa" you began, and you watched as Pippa's smile began to grow, her blue eyes alight with something you couldn't understand yet.

"That's wonderful!! My mum is making shepards pie, are you alright with that? I wouldn't want to make something that doesn't sit well with your stomach". Pippa’s nervous rambling was cute to an extent, and you only chuckled.

"I haven't had a decent shepards pie in quite while, my father isn't a real good cook." You explained, and pipa nodded, before reaching out and taking your hand in hers, your reflex was to pull your hand away, but Pippa's touch was firm, almost gentle as she softly moved your sweater from your Palms, "it's alright, I'll be gentle, no need for a scare" she spoke, directly to you, blue eyes soft as she produced a pen from her Kilton uniform, writing her home address on the back of your palm, the nib of the pen feeling cold against your warm skin.

Seth only remained the smiling idiot he was, wagging his furrowed brows as if to say, 'is that evidence enough?' You only sent him daggers.

Turning back to pip who was on the last letter of her street name, you eyed the canteen, finding little to no teens were sat paid attention to you two. You made a small noise with your throat, watching as pip's eyes flew to yours, a sea of light blue, whispering softly you spoke.

"How's your EPQ going? Have you made any progress? About Andie?" Maybe it was the way her name fell of your lips, or how desperate for answers you were. Pippa's eyes widened, and she spoke fast, "I can't speak of it here. That's partly why I invited you round to my house. I have some more questions. But these need to be answered privately."

Privately?

Pippa must have sensed your apprehension, because she was soon smiling, "nothing to be scared about y/n. If anything your answers have changed my mind about Andie. To an extent. And it will just be us tonight, Ravi is working. I noticed how you clammed up with him last time".

"I didn't clam up, it's just odd having Sal singh's brother eying me like I have some secret I'm hiding from him." You shot back, your confidence seeming to find its way out. You couldn't help but feel that raw feeling weld up in your chest, your teeth gritted out. You felt a flush take over your face as you apologized, your words escaping you. Gosh, here pip was going out of her way to invite you to a dinner, a family dinner that is, where you were probably intruding on, and you had snapped at her.

Pippa only eyed you, eyes flashing over your flared nostrils and wide set eyes,you watched as her eyes remained transfixed to your features, her blue grey eyes darkening just enough as she eyed your flushed cheeks. You would have found that odd, if it were not for your rambling, rapid apologies falling of your lips. Pip only halted your words, leaning in so close you could smell her perfume, strawberry and raspberry. Your heart raced out of its chest at the way Pip moved to lean over you, her eyes taking in your eyes and your flushed racing chest, the smile that reached her lips was so saccharine that it made your stomach erupt in butterflies. Pip spoke softly against your ear, like it was some sort of secret to be hid from others. Her words were soft, velvety against her tongue, "I like when you use your voice" she spoke, "it's cute. You look almost like a little puppy, puffing out its chest and barring its teeth. Such a sweet little creature"

From the way Pip smiled victoriously over the way your eyes followed her, almost trance like, you could practically feel Seth's eyes burning holes into you, probably resisting the urge to yell "she's obviously flirting with you!". Once your brain was cognizant enough to realize that pip had said you reminded her of a dog, a puppy at that. A puppy, the lowest of the forms of dogs. Why didn't she just say you were akin to a baby playing in the sand box? It would have irked you, if we're not for the way that pip stayed eyeing you, a shine in her grey eyes, almost like she was getting some sort of high from teasing you. It made your cheeks flush and your eyes move down to her lips, which were plastered in that smile, the one that twisted your insides in the best way.

You felt your confidence come back to you in tiny spurts, your eyebrows raising, tongue coming to peek out over eager lips, "Who knows Amobi?" You spoke, twisting your lips into a even sweeter smile, your voice taking on a different tone, "I may be a wolf in sheep's clothing, easy on the eyes, soft, sweet, so sweet that you would be blinded by what I could do".

At that you watched as pip's eyes glazed over, her usual pale complexion pink in color. "Is that so?" She began. "Well I'll just have to see about that. Half past six tonight, don't be late" she spoke, winking at you and walking off. As she walked off, You felt a sudden pang in your chest at your realization. You liked Pippa Fitz Amobi. You had ever since she had held you that day a few weeks ago. But you never acknowledged it, it felt to odd. Too shameful. You hadn't had a crush on anyone since Andie, you had stuck to your small group of friends and avoided going out, mostly you stayed in your room, far away from prying eyes and your father, who was too into himself to notice your tear stained cheeks on days you would allow your mind to drift back to Andie.

It almost felt like you betraying her, being here flirting with pip, almost like you had forgotten her for a split moment. Like your pain and anguish had been wiped clean and put back together by the girl in front of you.

Pippa watched you as she sat back with Cara, the way your eyes were downcast, and she felt a pang in her heart, you were still grieving, that part was evident. But if she could just get to know you, the real you she was sure she would be able to help ease the burden. After all Andie and you had been close, close enough that even witnesses and Andie's own friends had stated that Andie had been drawn to you. Like a moth to a flame.

At first pip had found that odd, a girl of Andie's caliber being drawn to you, but as she observed you throughout the weeks she found out two things. first, you we're different than all the other students that roamed these halls of Kilton grammar. You were kind to a fault, the sort of kind that made people smile, and their days brighter. You were a ray of sunshine on a cold dreary day. No wonder Andie had been drawn to you, after all she had been through with her dad, her family life, you had been a breathe of fresh air. A oasis away from the troubles of life. But you were also a mystery, one she couldn't wait to sink her teeth into, to know every little secret you ever had.

"Shall I send off the wedding invitations?" Cara spoke, making pip roll her eyes but steal some of the girls custard, which remained untouched on the girls plate.

"It seems Pip's EPQ is not the only thing she wants to study" seth spoke, and you only rubbed your cheeks in your hands, "oh god! She probably thinks I'm a nutter Seth” you gritted out.

Seth laughed, "after that performance?? Are you kidding me!! If I was a girl I would have fallen for you! I mean, you basically challenged her back. Pip seems like she needs that."

**********

Kilton weather was often dreary, which was why you were partly glad that you had managed to bring your jumper, the air was cold and seemed to nip at your bones. You had snuck away while your father had gone down for bed, his tell tale signs of liquor cans littering the floor and the loud snores indicating he was out for the night.

Not that he minded if you went out, he usually didn't have any notions of where you were, it was a miracle you weren't one of those teenagers who abused that power. You knew many teens who would go wild with the freedom your father gave you. But with freedom came many things, the mood swings, the often vile words that would fall of your fathers lips when he drank too much. You knew he loved you, it was apparent he did, but he never had the courage to say it, never once. You chalked it up the fact that he had never had that himself, your grandparents were the typical Victorian English parents, their idea of affection was a Pat on the back and a job well done.

Drastically different than your mother. Even after years of her being gone you still felt the ache that her face brought. Etched into your memory like a painting that would never waver. Or fade. You hoped. Your mother had been your world, she had been there to pick you up and dust you of, but like everything in life she had withered and vanished. It was a car accident that took her. The icy roads of Kilton still haunted you. So you were on your own. Till Andie of course. Then you felt less alone, less inclined to be alone. Andie wasn't all smiles, she was a girl trapped in a toxic house, where her father would eye her looks, make her feel little than she was. You had understood that to a sense, and would sit and listen as she would talk endlessly about her father.

The Amobi's household was quiet, the house sitting on the edge of town, with a quiet garden in the front that you knew Pippa’s mother had loved to garden in. It didn't surprise you that right as you made it to the door, it opened. Pippa standing in the threshold, a dinner dress on and hair pinned slightly to the side, enough that you couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked.

Vastly different from her regular Kilton uniform, although the high knee socks did wonders for her appearance.

You couldn't help but notice how formal she looked, meanwhile you were less than formal.

A blush overcame your features, eying your now less than formal dinner attire. "I didn't realize it was fancy dress" you stated, "that dress looks beautiful on you pip. Even I couldn't make it as radiant as you".

Pippa had smiled, her cheeks crimson. "Oh this? I figured you would like to see me in something more than my Kilton uniform. Please, come in. You'll catch your death out here.".

Immediately you were bombared with checkered paws and a snout that began to lick at your face, all rough tongue and eager sniffs. you giggled, moving to draw your hand through the dogs soft fur. "This must be Barney. I've been told we share a couple attributes" you laughed, and the dog only began to bark at you playfully. The moment was ruined quick enough when pip gently moved Barney, "she's not here to see you Barney".

Pip's mother, Mrs Amobi had been almost overjoyed to see you. She had reached out and had hugged you so hard your bones had nearly popped off. She had knew your mother for years and had even stated you looked just like her. It was a comfort to know.

Mr Amobi had been just as nice, smiling and telling you how lovely you looked, you were thankful that a father had noticed. Josh was next, he had quickly said hello to you and asked if you were Pippa's new friend, to which you had eyed pipa and playfully remarked that was up to her.

Dinner was pleasant. You couldn't remember sitting down to a dinner like this, where the food was made with love and care, where jokes were passed around and by the end you were filled with laughter and a full stomach. You tried not to notice pippa's eyes which were on you for almost half the dinner. It would have seem of putting to anyone else, but you noticed the way Pip's eyes would watch you as your brought trifle to your mouth, grey eyes zeroed in on the ice cream that stuck to your lips. Or the way she would make a joke, eyes seeming to smile wide when you would laugh just a little harder. While you had gotten up to help Mrs Amobi with the dishes, feeling like a horrid house guest when she had just smiled and told you to sit your pretty self down. You had been hesitant to, but it was only then that pip crossed the room, moving to whisper something in your ear. Goosebumps arose on your forearms and you only watched as she took your hand in her own, fingers slotting against your own.

"Before you leave I was wondering if you wanted to take a look at my EPQ? It's just- I found some things you might be interested in".

You had agreed, feeling your stomach coil pleasanty as pip's fingers wrapped around your own, her grip soft yet firm, fingers caressing your skin. It made your head dizzy with want, the type that would fill your head and cause you to do stupid, stupid things. Luckily as soon as you passed into the threshold of Pips door your eyes caught sight of the board adorning the girls room. And as quickly as the soft syrupy feeling in your stomach had come it was gone. Vanished just of the sight of the crime board,

you were met with the board, Pippa's writing strewn about and evidence upon evidence filling the space. It shouldn't have made you so emotional, but you couldn't help but bring your hands to your lips. After five years pipa had managed to collect more than enough evidence, something the Kilton police hadn't the courage to do.

"You-you did all this?" You spoke, eyes turning to pipa in amazement.

She humbly nodded, "well Ravi helped me. But I did most of the work. I just felt as if I should show you" pip spoke, moving closer to you, enough that her pinky bumped over yours, the soft feeling of skin against your own making your cheeks flushed.

You eyed the board, taking in the utter dedication that had gone into it, but it was what was written on the board that made your heart stop. Not from surprise, or even grief. But anger. Anger that had grown in your chest for years now.

'Andie's secret older guy?' Written in Pipa's messy yet beautiful handwriting stared back at you. You could feel the way your heart had stilled, the world was quiet. Nothing but the board and pipa by your side.

You knew Andie well enough to know that you were just a pawn in her game. Even if she had told you she was fond of you, made you feel special, made you feel like you were important, said she saw you differently than others, she still had used you. You were never as important as she said you were. Because it was evident from the board that she hadn't been as enthralled with you as it seemed. She had been secretly out with some older man.

You chucked sardonically, eyes moving to pip's ceiling. "Andie always did love her secrets didn't she?" You whispered. "I know it's silly, but Andie was all I had left after my mum died. She made me feel like I was the most important girl, she would coo at me and tell me that she thought I was beautiful. And then she'd tell me to tell her she was the most beautiful girl in the world. And I would, without hesitation. But now I'm seeing parts of her I didn't recognize, or perhaps pieces that were always there but thanks to my naivety I just brushed off. I'm- I'm angry. Obviously, that she lied to me, it hurts. The type of hurt that makes your eyes burn and your body numb. But I also know that she's still out there, and even if she hurt me I'm not giving up". The conviction in your voice was enough to cause pip's heart to stop, hoping that someday you'd talk about her like that. With stars in your eyes.

"I'm glad to hear you say that. Because I know this is awfully sudden, but- would you like to be my partner on this case?" Pip spoke, tilting her head and eying you with such soft eyes.

It was different from the flirty Pip from the canteen. Here was just pip, with her soft kind eyes, peering at you with-understanding.

" isn't Ravi your partner? I would hate to intrude-"

"I want you with me" pip has stuttered, eyes wide when she had spoken, but then her eyes calmed and she spoke again, "I want you to help me with this case. You knew Andie better than anyone. And you could be important. Theirs no reason why this case can’t have three investigators”.

You let your eyes fall down to pip's wooden floor. For five years you've wanted the chance to find out what happened to Andie, not just for yourself but her parents, and Becca. The whole Bell family, because even if they had hurt Andie, she had also hurt them in turn. When you meant family, you had no notion of adding Jason bell to the mix.

"Alright" you spoke, lips upturning into a smile.

"I'll help you". The smile on Pip's lips was reward enough.

******

The first thing you learned about Pip was that she was different from the other girls you'd met. And you had met many, being a tutor at Kilton grammar many had come to you. And they were all the same. The same way of speaking, even the same monotone spirit in their eyes.

But Pip was different. She was clever, well educated. Her brain worked faster than others. Perhaps a touch obsessive, but you would admit that you were also on the edge between obsessive.

"Andie had a burner phone" you spoke, watching as Pip's eyes burned with excitement, Ravi sitting on her chair in her room. It had been a particularly hard day, one that lead with no leads. Till you had spoken, hoping this fact would help. You had remembered seeing Andie silence the phone when you had been studying together, saying something about a Howie Bowers.

Pip's smile was wide and she immediately rushed to you, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheek, "y/n you clever thing! We need to find that burner phone. Where could it be?" She thought, back to her usual pacing the floor.

Ravi remained standing a few feet from you, eyes refusing to meet your eyes. Ever since pip had introduced you to the team, Ravi had been distant. You knew he liked pip. Could see it in his dark brooding eyes. To him she must have been a goddess, a girl who thought his brother wasn't guilty, who was going to prove it. Might as well propose.

But lately you had seen their dynamic change. Instead of pip always looking to Ravi, her eyes were on you. You were the one she went to, when her dog had disappeared, when she had cried and cried enough tears you had been the one to wipe them away, to calm her down.

And Ravi knew that. And he hated you for it. And you couldn't help but feel like you didn't quite belong.

You brought that up to Pip during one of your sleepovers, the ones that had become usual now. Usual enough that pip even had designated a drawer that belonged to you. Ravi would complain that it wasn't fair that you got to spend the night, but pip would just smile that smile and say something to make him smile. It usually left you with a bad taste in your mouth.

"Ravi isn't fond of me is he?" You had stated. Pip had looked up from her log entries, halting the recorder that was spewing out a very angry Nat De Silva interview.

Pip's eyes had widened, her lips upturned into a questionable smile. Brows filled with concern more like.

"Where on earth did that come from?".

You had rolled your eyes, moving to lay dramatically on her bed, "you act as if you don't see the way he looks at me. Don't get me wrong he's always been cordial. But-I've seen the way he looks at me. Like he hates me. And everything always had to be a competition for him. Like let's see who can win pip first."

At that Pip's smile was evident as she watched you ramble. Taking in your pink lips, your pale complexion, the way your sleep shirt was riding up enough to reveal your braw straps. Something akin to hunger laid in her eyes.

"And I'm not that type of person" you began, rubbing your tired cheeks, eyes taking in the ceiling.

"I don't like when people have to choose sides. Ravi's making this into some stupid competition, like if your friends with me then you can't be friends with him. and that is not who I am! It's stupid and childish! and honestly I am beginning to think I should drop out, let Ravi and you finish the case. Because I am not-"

"I choose you".

The words had halted on your tongue. Lips dry, you immediately sat up, hair a mess of curls and you eyed Pip, who sat up next to you, laptop long forgotten as she eyed you.

Waiting for your response. Her grey eyes holding so much apprehension in them.

You only eyed her with confused eyes, "I don't want you to have to choose-"

"I don't care. I still choose you over him."

Pip was close now, her form leaning over yours, enough that your heart had begun to race. "I can't help it" pip began, her face now so close to your neck, pip smiled when she caught sight of the way your cheeks flushed.

And without even a warning pip was closing the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss. You only allowed your eyes to close, enjoying the way pip was laid on top of you, the weight of her body making you warm and fuzzy.

Pip kissed like her life depended on it, every brush of her lips was deliberate, very stroke of her finger against your cheeks was soft. It left your head spinning and your lips chapped.

"You taste so good" she spoke, in between kisses, her breathe ragged and eyes wild.

Her hands laid possessively over your waist, fingers gripping your skin softly yet firmly. You don't think you've ever been this turned on before, save for your few moments with Andie.

But pip, with her lips that were unforgiving and her hands that were ticking your sides. You had never thought pip Amobi, the girl who use to ask for extra homework would be this experienced.

Pip's lips moved to your chin, your jaw, your neck. And all you could do was whine in protest.

Again you couldn't help but compare Pipa to Andie, no matter how much you tried not no, to convince yourself that they were different people, you couldn't help it. When Andie had been with you, and she had that look in her eye, that familiar glean, the way her fingers would caress your hands, then up your arm. Andie had always been a hurry. She would pull you against her in the girls toilet, shushing you and then kissing you senseless, to her it was some stupid power move. She would have you say how much you were obsessed with her, and then she would leave you even more turned on, moving to wipe lipstick of her lips in the schools dodgy mirror. She never went far enough with you, and you always wondered why.

She had always been eager, that was fact, but she had never done what pip was doing. Eying you with dark blue eyes, Mapping out every detail of your features, "it's not fair for you to look so utterly ravishing" she had uttered, looking somewhat conflicted as she eyed your lips.

Her delicate fingers moved to hover over your face, swiping delicately a piece of hair that had gotten in the way. The way pip had done it, so softly, had made your arousal burn even more.

Pip sighed, fingers moving to dip bellow your chin, gripping softly, yet enough that your breathe hitched as she lazily caressed the skin bellow your chin.

"What am I going to do with you sweet girl?" she purred, eyes dark. "I could take you here right now on my bed like I've imagined so many times, or I could take you on the floor, though I doubt it would be sanitary. Though I would fancy fucking you on my door. You'd look so cute trying to stay quiet" she drawled out, laughing when your cheeks reddened, she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, feigning thinking.

Her smile had been confirmation enough that she had come to a conclusion. Her smile somehow looking like a toss between Pervy and downright Sinful.

"How about we start by removing this lovely top? Hmm?" She cooed, lips leaning in to kiss your lips firmly, leaving you breathless and your brain foggy. You only nodded into the kiss, and Pip very cleverly dodged your lips, wiping away the tiny bit of salvia that followed.

It shouldn't have been hot, you knew that. You knew if you were not being controlled by your horny mind you would have been sick, but from the way Pip had begun unbuttoning your night shirt, each button coming undone sending shivers through you. pip remained stoic, but you could see the control in her eyes shifting as the last button was taken of.

"I trust you pip...you can take it off" you whispered, your voice quiet and calm, yet you felt your body buzzing with anticipation.

It was then that your eyes opened, taking in the dark room, chest heaving as you eyes the girl next to you, watching as her chest rose and fell beside you sound asleep. Had all of that been a dream? Your cheeks flushed, the pit in her stomach opening up as you realized.

You were in love with Pipa fitz Amobi, and you couldn’t deny it any longer. You had to confess, for your sanity.

#agggtm #andie bell #andie bell x fem reader #emma myers x reader #pipa fitz amobi x fem reader #dark pip is appreciated #pipa fitz amobi #pippa fitz amobi #pippa fitz amobi x fem reader

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spnfanficpond · 8 months

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August 2023 Angel Fish Awards!

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by Anonymous

Tangled Fates by @outofnowhere82

Nominated by @katbratsupernaturalwhore

Factory Reset by @talltalesandbedtimestories

The build up, the sass, the care she took, the pegging, the focus on description, the deliciousness... Mmmm I wanna eat him up!

Love; For the First Time by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Adorable first time fic. Good build, sweet and fluffy and steamy!

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

An Imagined Life by @imagineteamfreewill

This is the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff AND IT HAS IKEA!!! I mean, I couldn't ask for anything more!! *heart eyes forever*

I'm So Sorry, Sammy by @bobwess

(AO3 link) ANGST!!! So much angst, man. Y'all know I love John Winchester, but even I can acknowledge he was not a great dad. Usually, I avoid fics with the "John's A+ parenting" tags because I have very strict ideas about his incompetence as a father. This story really shows a way that I can see in canon John would be especially crappy as a dad. No pairing, just a seriously angtsy genfic showing teenage Sam being a BAMF and Dean's heart breaking. (Sort of happy ending, though! You know me. lol)

Nominated by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Why I Do It by @kazsrm67

This drabble and it's companion piece (from Dean's POV) is short and incredibly sweet. It's a lovely little slice of life for the boys and the reader. I always love when we get to see Dean happy, and he is, in this fluffy piece. Happy, loved and taken care of - us Dean girls can't ask for more. A highly enjoyable read!

Nominated by @glygriffe

Imperfections by @thewritingspot /@troize

Seeing Lucifer in another light, as an insecure middle child in a big family fired my brain cells! And of course, Gabriel being himself even as a kid. (And also: Art!!!)

Never Say Goodbye by @zepskies

It's a soulmate AU series, but it's also a reader insert that stays close to canon. Sweet and angsty and smutty... A little bit of everything all rolled into one satisfying story.

Untitled ask prompt by @sugaraddictarchangels

This ficlet is the only Jess!Lucifer representation I've ever seen and it's so refreshing to see early seasons' Lucifer under that light!

Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

Between the Three by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell

This fic was written for me in all senses of the word, and I love how she characterized Arthur, Mick, and Dean and the different ways they react to being parents-to-be. Of course, the smut is great, but I also love how they clearly all love each other and want to be a family.

The Great 'Nah-Duh' of Dean Winchester by @ladyknightskye

I love this fic because it gave me Gadreel/Dean without having to write it myself, and also because it's well written and I love how soft Gadreel is... And the fact Dean has his Bisexual Awakening with him? LMAO!

Nominated by @iprobablyshipit91

Never Say Goodbye (series) by @zepskies

I’m an absolute sucker for soulmate AUs and this one was amazing. The reader and Dean's relationship was built beautifully and I loved how the ending ‘fixed’ things!

Baby Spoon (series) by @deanwanddamons

This really made me feel so many emotions. Seeing Dean so happy and having the relationship he deserves made me so happy despite everything.

The Prettiest One by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

This was literally so adorable and made me laugh so much. It’s such a good one to go back to and read over again.

Carry On (series) by @jawritter

This was just the perfect fix-it fic we all needed after *that* ending. It wasn’t rushed and it by no means sugar-coated what happened. There are some real struggles and a lot for both the reader and Dean to overcome but it’s damn worth it!

Pack (series) by @spnexploration

This is a story I’ve definitely gone back and reread a few times and it’s so close to the end, I can’t wait to see the final chapters. Overprotective Dean is always perfect but I really enjoy the pack dynamics in this and Maddie is a brilliant addition!

Heart of a Hunter Saga (series) by @muchamusedaboutnothing

Where to even start with this, every single stand-alone story in this saga is excellent in its own right and combined together this whole story is amazing. I love Dean and the reader's relationship and how they’ve managed to carve out a family life that works for them. Brilliant!

Baby, We’ve got a Problem (series) by @deanwritings

I love the unique concept of this, Baby getting turned human, and the implications this has particularly for Deans's relationship. I’ve read it a few times as it’s so easy to go back to and enjoyable to read.

Always You and Me by @deanwinchesterswitch

I just loved this story and how it built up. The dialogue is hilarious and while I did guess what was happening, it in no way detracted from how awesome this story is.

Hold On I’m Coming (series) by @ravengirl94

This was one of the first firefighter Dean fics I read and I loved it. The relationship the two of them have and the twists and turns are just perfect.

Captives of the Court by @impala-dreamer

This story instantly got my attention. I loved the way the story moved between what was happening now and what had happened to lead up to that point and how everything came together at the end. Amazing story.

The One That Got Away (series) by @pink-sparkly-witch

This story just hits you in the feels. It’s not finished but I’m so in love with Dean and the reader already and can’t wait to see how their relationship progresses!

Midnight Espresso / Devour Me (series)by @zepskies

There was something so sweet about these two stories that I instantly fell in love with the reader and dean in this. I connected with the plus-sized reader but Dean is so sweet and adorable. I just loved it.

Collared (series) by @spnexploration

I’ve been reading this story from pretty much when it started being posted and I’ve loved every second, I’m so excited and sad that it’s ending. It’s an amazing story full of protective Dean which I live for and it’s just perfect.

The Last Call by @kasimagines

I could have nominated so many of Kasimagines' stories but there’s something about this one that just really hits me and I’ve read it so many times. The loyalty Dean shows despite the years is beautiful and the effect John has on them all is heartbreaking.

Dream On (series) by @talesmaniac89

There’s something about this fic that I just absolutely love. It’s a comfort fic I’ve gone back and read so many times. Dean's overprotectiveness and worry and concern for the reader is just adorable.

Miscommunication (series) by @winchest09

This is another story I’ve read so many times. I love the story and the British reader really resonates with me being from the UK! I love the confusion between the same words meaning different things to British vs American, it makes for some interesting conversations!

If You Want It To Be (series) by @zepskies

This got me feeling so Christmassy in July! It was just such a lovely heart warming story, I adored it.

Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

House of the Rising Sun by @kittenofdoomage

MAFIA AU!!!! This has been a joy to read for the first time and it's always a joy to reread!!!

Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

The Hero Always Gets A Kiss by @fandomoniumflurry

I’m a sucker for ChesterVelle, heroes, and kissing. This is one of my old faves I like to re-read every once in a while.

No Title by @stusbunker

This is sooooo Sam, and it's sooooo swoony and real. It's fucking electric.

Factory Reset by @talltalesandbedtimestories

This is so. well. written. So sexy. So good for Dean. He deserves this so much. This writer did their research but this doesn't read like a manual. It's thorough and intimate and exactly what Dean should have every day — someone taking care of him.

No Title by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

For the love of god, he’s just Like This, isn’t he? Like always. In canon, in headcanon, in fic — ALWAYS. And I love the way this writer objectifies him.

Nominated by @inenochian

Restless Wanderer by intothesilentland (AO3 only)

This story is such a beautiful soft romance set in 19th C Cornwall. Beautiful portrayal of Dean and Cas!

Nominated by @salt-n-burn-em-all

The Talismen series by Lochinvar (AO3 only)

Gives us insight into people who helped the boys grow up into the men they became. Not always Hunters, more like strangers who sometimes didn’t know exactly how much they helped until years later, if ever.

Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Hunter’s Throne (series) by @ladyknightskye

It’s such a beautiful story and I love the angel-human lore. It’s so complimentary to each other and that bond is just so Cas and Dean. They have got to talk. It’s part of what’s we readers love about them because once they do, it only gets better and fluffy! I loved it so much I posted about it on my blog to advertise it because it is worth the read and keeps to the essence of the show.

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @princessmisery666, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore, and @heavenssexiestangel!

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oftenderweapons · 2 years

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Swing It! | Handle With Care

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (nicknamed Candy)

Wordcount: 8.5k

Genre: smut, fluff, pwp

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: Candy is back from Australiaafter being gone for two months for work. She's back and well... She has a surprise. But Jeongguk also has a surprise for her.

Warnings: swearing, nipple piercings, sex swing. Lots of spontaneous steamy making out, two whipped suckers. Now the serious ones: nipple sucking, breast worship, masturbation, oral sex (male and female receiving), soft degradation (female receiving), body worship (male and female receiving), very emotional unprotected sex (kids, be smart about this one). Multiple orgasms. They're whipped for each other an I'm whipped for them. Switch!jk, switch!reader.

A/N: let's see if can still work this magic. Thanking @nervous-moon and @joheunsaram for betaing and checking the overall magic levels. I love you so much babes, I owe you two the most

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Jungkook felt a bit too excited as he watched you drag your suitcase to his car. He was sure that was you. That was your frame, your walk, and those were your shoes and that was your suitcase, the one he had seen by the door the night before you left, before you woke him up at four am for a quick goodbye kiss, forcing him to stay in bed while you got a taxi to the airport. He had wanted to drive you there himself, but you strictly refused.

But now he was here, at the airport, waiting for you, to kiss you and take you home and make love to you because he couldn't stop thinking about feeling your skin sweaty and hot and smelling like him again. He had missed you. And although your communication had improved a lot while you were away, and that it had been nothing — absolutely nothing — compared to how it felt while he was touring, he needed your skin.

He needed to feel you again.

“Candy?” he almost whimpered, tears coming to his eyes as he watched you starting to walk faster until you were jogging, leaving your carry-on only a couple steps away, opening your arms right as he opened his and wrapped them tight around you, going for a little swirl, his face in your neck as he sniffed you up.

“Hello there, bunny.” When he put you down, you lowered his mask just a little, just in time to catch his lip wobble. “Oh, love.”

“I missed you. I love you,” he murmured, voice trembling.

“I love you too, Kookie.” You dried his eyes, standing on your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his nose. “Let’s go home, yeah?”

He nodded, his smile so big your eyes watered a little.

Once home, you forgot everything about your suitcase and just kissed him like he deserves. In that moment you were sure you could give him the world. Both your masks and his hat were discarded, your need to touch his face just a bit too intense.

“I’m so happy to have you back,” he whispered, his hands in your hair, stroking it, his eyes glittering with mirth. “Are you tired?”

“Fell asleep on the plane.” You bit your lip before arching an eyebrow. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

He cackled at your clumsy, flirty expression as you bit your lip and arched an eyebrow cockily. He loved when you turned into an in-real-life meme. “I might have done something questionable.”

“Did you pierce your nipples too? Oh my god, fucking finally!”

He started laughing uncontrollably. “Nope.” And then he got serious. Ominously so. “Not yet.”

You rolled your eyes, sucking your lips. “Did your plans involve me shirtless?”

His hands wrapped around your waist, rubbing up and down your sides. “Hopefully, you naked,” he teased, his cheeks blushing.

“Mh… I'm sort of worried about that questionable thing you did. But I also kind of want to jump your bones.” You wrapped your arms behind his neck, his hands growing brave enough to land on your ass and squeeze it, his smile sheepish as he stared at you.

“I can show you the potentially questionable thing and then you can choose if you still want to jump my bones,” he argued, rather reasonably. “It’s just a little… improvement, so to say. For our bedroom.”

You turned your head to the side a little, giving him a curious but also intrigued look. “Surprise me.”

He cackled in that cute, precious way of his and reached for your hand, blushing adorably as he led the way.

You followed him with quick steps, trying to make him go faster, but he kept his own pace. You hadn’t been so excited to make love to him in so long — and although it felt amazing, the anticipation and the pining and the longing and the innocent playfulness of it all, you were starting to grow impatient for the actual act: watching it unfold, see his naked skin and touch it, kiss it, feel his taste in your mouth, the girth of his sex in your hand, your laboured breaths syncing up, his moans echoed by your own, your hips and his pushing and pulling in a tide, the same way the sea plays with the shore in an endless chase of emptying and filling; fighting for air, for space, for— for him. To get more of him, slip underneath his skin, make him yours, wear his body like the best dress for your soul.

You stopped him in front of the door, pushed his back to the wall and rose to your tiptoes to kiss him.

You closed your eyes and opened your mouth and prayed for his tongue to slide across your lips to meet your own. You wanted to be tangled in him.

You wanted to knot yourself with him in a way that would hold the two of you together forever. You had never imagined you would come to crave him in such an all-or-nothing kind of way. It was everything and still nothing could satisfy you.

“I need you to own me,” you whispered as he still recovered from your hungry kiss.

Fervour. Jeongguk had never known such a thing in his life until that kiss. “Tell me how,” he licked your neck before giving the gentlest of nibbles. “You know I won’t disappoint.” Fuck his bedroom improvements — you wanted to be owned, you needed it. He would deliver because no fantasy could ever overpower the actual feeling of being united with you.

“I want to feel you naked. Bare. Inside me, around me, on top of me. I want to be wrapped in you.” As he started to suck at your neck and chest, you combed his hair — a gesture that was led by affection, sure, but also your need to hold on to something as your world started spinning faster, and your need to control him, direct him in his expert unraveling of you. “I want you to be everything around me. I want you to be my whole world.”

Jeongguk offered you his leg to rub against as he moved his arms around you, tightening his hold on your waist.

“I want you to be everything I can feel, hear, touch, taste, smell… Everything I can think of.”

Jeongguk felt insane at the thought. You wanted him to become your everything. And he would do just that.

He started with your sweater, pulling it over your head. Next your tank top — so soft, and slightly loose. Your naked torso was just underneath that.

Although he had grown acquainted with the latest additions to your breasts through the screen, it was nothing compared to the actual sight of them. “They look even hotter now that I can touch them and suck them. Fuck…” His eyes stayed glued there for a couple seconds before he turned the tables and pushed you with your back to the wall. “Do they hurt if I touch them?”

You shook your head. “They’re all healed up.” You placed your hands on his. “Do you need me to help?”

He nodded. He wasn’t shy about accepting help anymore. He had learnt it was a double win: he got to pleasure you and you would reach your high. He would feel an accomplished lover, and you would feel thankful, which would usually translate into you returning the favour in an endless give and take that usually took a couple hours for both of you to get too tired to continue.

He let you lead him, place his hands where you wanted them — specifically, cupping your breasts while his thumbs remained free.

“Touch them,” you whispered, your breathing laboured.

He looked you in the eyes as he laid his thumbs on your pierced nipples, twisting the silver barbells back and forth.

You bumped your head into the wall behind you as pleasure rushed through you, zip lining from your breasts to your core, arousal gushing out, making you feel uncomfortable between your legs.

He smiled worriedly at your reaction. “Did you hurt your head, baby?”

You shook your head. “I’m in heaven, love.”

He grinned at the nickname. “Great. Do you know what would be heaven to me, right now?”

“Sucking my tits?” You teased knowingly.

He nodded with a similarly knowing smile. “Exactly. You’re damn perfect.” He lowered himself just a little, just enough for his mouth to be at level with your chest.

And then you felt it — the scorching hotness of his mouth around your tender skin, blood coursing through it as your nipples hardened. Your breasts felt heavy, just for a second before he pushed them up higher and squeezed.

You felt a shiver, a cascade of fluttery contractions animate the walls of your sex. It made your whole body shiver in return.

“Guk, this… Oh my god, I don’t care if this turns into sex, this is the best you’ve ever made me feel.” You tried to give him something to thank him, your hand reaching between his legs, resting over the waistband of his sweats. “Can I?” You asked, lingering there, waiting for consent.

“Hold on,” he panted. “If you touch me there I’m gonna cum. Just grab my ass. I want my ass grabbed,” he explained before focusing on your other nipple.

As an involuntary reaction, you scratched his abdomen with your nails, your fingers clawing in before you could control yourself. You moved your hand to his butt as soon as you remembered his direction, and then you placed your other hand to the crown of his head, grabbing his hair.

He moaned, and you moaned because his sounds felt good against your sodden breast, your back arched, and he slipped a hand behind you, between your shoulder blades, so he could push you into his mouth.

He sucked harder, the suction turning mind-blowing as he started pulling, the pressure growing as he moved further away, right before your flesh popped out of his mouth.

You gasped at that.

And then you whimpered when his tongue lashed out for your hardened, reddened bud.

“Jeon— Guk,” you managed to breathe out, your brain trying to deal with too many emotions and sensations.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered, almost begging. “Wanna hear you cum. I wanna make you feel good.”

“Enough of making myself cum, please— I want you,” you begged.

He felt it. The need, right there, to feel one with you.

“Ride my face—” he said, just as you spoke, “Fuck me”.

He closed his eyes and laughed, throwing his head back before looking at you pressing his forehead to yours. “I want to fuck you, really, but I wanna save it for last.”

“Who cares first or last, you've got stamina! We can take rounds, doesn't matter,” you whined, complaining so irresistibly that he picked you up and brought you to your room, dumping you on the bed and smirking, pushing your breasts together and diving for the crevasse between them.

“Remove your sweats, mister. I'd like to have a conversation with your dick,” you ordered.

Jeongguk stopped before cackling.

“I'm not joking. Do you know how hard it was to watch you masturbate on a damn screen? Do you know how mind consuming it was not to suck you? Sometimes I zoned out while sketching because I was too busy thinking about your cock in my mouth.” You weren't even exaggerating it. It was all true.

“Were you that needy? I knew it… I should have visited.” He stood up, took off his sweats and— “Oh, what do you think?” He turned around and you didn't really understand what he meant — it's not like you were too busy studying his ass and thighs and thinking just how much you wanted to bite all those muscles.

Then you noticed it. “Is it…? Is it what I think it is?”

He turned to you and nodded.

“Fuuuck.” You stood up and moved towards it. From up close, it looked more complicated than what it had seemed.

Jeongguk got rid of his t-shirt too, wearing only his boxers when he moved behind you, back hugging you, his hands laying on the button of your jeans. “Wanna try?”

“Undress me first,” you told him.

His hands undid the button. Tugged at the zipper. Pushed the waistband down.

Meanwhile, his teeth grazed the curve of your shoulder. “I’ve spent nights wondering what we could with it.” As he lowered your jeans, he bent down, pressing kisses down your spine. “My only worry is that I’m not sure I’ll deliver on it. I’m a novice.” He sunk his front teeth into your glute, taking a large bite of it and making you squeal in delight. “But we have time. To try. To learn.”

He stood up and spun you around, kissing you shallowly but intensely. It was just his lips pressed to yours, his hands pressed to your cheeks, his eyes shut tight as he put all the power of his adoration in that simple, tiny gesture.

“We're going to learn everything, together,” you reassured him, tipping his head down so you could press your forehead to his. “I want to learn everything with you.” You kissed his jaw, down the column of his neck as you continued, “I want to learn how you feel inside my mouth. Inside my body. Between my breasts.” You kissed his chest “I want to learn how my heart plummets when I hear your voice. When I can smell the scent of you near.”

Jeongguk wrapped his arms around you. “I like when you talk about how I make you feel.” He had spent weeks expressing his emotions, talking, analysing, deconstructing his feelings brick by brick. And now that he knew the words, that he knew what it means when his heart does an excited tippity-tap when you smile. Or what it means when his palms get sweaty and his chest feels like a set of drums when your hands wrap around his waist. Or when his mind feels like it's drifting on a canoe on a pacific lake in a sunny autumn day, usually when your hand is combing through his hair.

You had helped him give a name to all the emotions and sensations rushing or lulling through him whenever you were involved.

Right now he felt like he was bouncing on a trampoline.

“Come on, get comfy. You go first,” he said, ever the pleaser. He was dying to feel your scorching, liquid need on his tongue.

You looked at him for half a second, only vaguely distracted, trying to understand what you were going to do. “How should I…?”

Jeongguk stared at the several straps. “Well, first, you sit on the middle one, I guess.”

You approached the swing, grabbing the straps in the middle and stabilising the seat before you squatted and managed to safely sit on the soft padding covering the strap.

Jeongguk nodded. “I guess you put your feet in the stirrups, if you like. And fix the other strap behind your shoulders.”

You did so tentatively, gingerly leaning back and reaching a bizarre position that reminded you of your yearly ob-gyn checkup. Your legs were spread, knees bent, your back laid relatively unstrained against the two straps.

“Interesting.” He shortened the feet straps so that your legs were slightly higher. “Now I guess you're too sprawled out for me not to eat you alive, correct?”

You purred, the fresh air of the room reminding you just how needy and wet you were between your legs.

“I see.”

“Do you think we can sixty-nine on this thing?” you asked, batting your lashes at him while he licked his palm, a string of saliva connecting his tongue to his fingers.

He stopped mid-motion, a deer caught in the headlights.

“You want that?”

“I want your dick in my mouth, then your tongue between my legs, possibly together with your naughty fingers, and then when you get hard again because I taste so, so sweet, I want you to fuck me on this…” you tried to find a way to describe the thing you were on, “On this confusing contraption.”

Jeongguk stared at you some more. “In that precise order, I assume.”

“It's the perfect order. I've been thinking about it all the flight.”

He nodded, humming. “It was a very long flight.”

“Indeed.”

“We could have joined the Mile high club…” Jeongguk made a pensive pout, one completely dissonant with the raging erection leaking against his lower abdomen.

You stared at it, tilting your head to the side as you followed its curve with the touchless brush of your glance. He had apparently zoned out.

“Baby… What are you thinking about?” you found his eyes again.

“You and I fucking in the cramped space of an airplane restroom.”

“Amusing. Would you now stop thinking about fucking me and actually perform your task?” You smirked, a blunt and desperate look on your face.

Jeongguk grinned and grabbed your hips, spreading you before him, grinding against your core.

“I said, your dick in my mouth first,” you corrected him pettily.

“I don’t remember you being so choosy.” He brought his thumb to your clit, trying to distract you for long enough to slip in.

He wanted in. He craved it so badly that he could swear his knees buckled at the faint suggestion of your heat against his shaft.

“Please, Guk,” you moaned, gripping his slim waist with your hands.

“Please what, Candy?” He growled in return, gripping his erection and pressing the tip to your entrance. He knew that if he slid in, he would cum in a couple thrusts.

“Your dick… my mouth…” you mumbled weakly, feeling his free hand venture to your chest, his pointer finger drawing small circles that made your piercing shift deliriously slowly. You felt your nipples harden, even though you would have bet they were fully erect already.

You could feel blood rush through you, your head growing dizzy as you blinked slowly, the gentle lulling motion of the swing making you even more relaxed.

Jeongguk lowered his head to kiss your chest. “You really want to blow me.”

“I’ve been missing it so much.” You lowered your hand to his crotch, his hiss announcing that your touch was incredibly stimulating, maybe as much as his hand cradling your breast.

“Do you want to… I don’t know, lay there and I’ll stand by your head and…” Jeongguk blushed faintly in the gentle late-afternoon light.

“Really? Blushing at me again?” You smiled at him. “You’re so lovely.” It was impossible in the way only real things were. You never thought you would find yourself in a sex swing, in front of a naked and aroused Jeon Jeongguk, blushing at you over how eager he was to fuck you. And yet…

He bent down to kiss you. “You want me to get rough with you?”

You nodded fervently. Your neck almost snapped and your entire body jiggled at the motion — because of your precarious position.

He smirked in a way that let you know he’d hit a switch. “Okay, Candy.” He slapped your breast out of the blue, to surprise you.

A grin flashed on your face and you licked your lips, ready to take whatever he wanted to give you.

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

You grinned some more, nodding ecstatically. You’d been dreaming about this for weeks.

“I have. So, so much.”

He shook his head with a disappointed tut. He stood up and stepped back, then he moved around you, till he reached your shoulder. “Lay down some more,” he said, his voice a dark caress.

You shifted your weight tentatively until your head reached more or less his hip.

“Good girl. Now I want you to open your mouth like a greedy, hungry little thing. Will you do that for me, Candy?”

You had already obeyed before he could finish buttering you up, and he was so pleased with it. He enjoyed how you always gave yourself so willingly, how you always made his wishes come true before he could even express them.

He thought you had built a direct link to his brain, materialising his every desire.

He grabbed himself with one hand, the other cupping your cheek, pressing your temple to the sweet spot where his leg joined his torso. He stabilised you and then he slipped his cock in your mouth.

It was soft — rather, smooth. And the head… the head was soft, just as you remembered it, if not softer. It tasted vaguely coppery, salty and… and musky. It was so him, so special to you. You had never enjoyed the taste of it until you had him, and then again, it wasn’t actually enjoying it, it had been more like learning to associate the strange flavour to his pleasured look, his needy gaze, the way his mouth would hang slightly open, his hair growing sweaty as his body got hotter and hotter.

You started sucking him, trying to cover your teeth as best as you could, but the angle was unusual and a bit uncomfortable.

He still stared at you, keeping you as still as he could while his knees buckled. He pressed himself to the soft inside of your cheek, rubbing there, finding relief in a slow, gentle motion. “I’ve been missing this mouth,” he moaned, grabbing the rope above his head for stability. “Holy fuck, Candy…”

You sucked him, rubbing your tongue against his shaft, trying to shift your angle so you could take him deeper, until he positioned himself perfectly behind you, your head tipped back so he could slide in. You closed your eyes — so you could focus, and also because the view wasn’t that worth watching — and you took him. You took him deeper.

Jeongguk shivered and grunted, grabbing both ropes for stability, though only momentarily. He threw his head back, throat exposed majestically.

Your hands found his thighs, so strong, so hard, and you sank your fingers in, using them for leverage as you pushed yourself away, taking a big breath, a couple more, and then sinking back on him, sheathing him in your throat. He growled, speechless before his hands travelled down the ropes, grabbing your shoulders to help you swing back and forth, swallowing him. You tapped him on the leg energetically when you needed air, and he realised he needed to let you go.

“Sorry about that,” he whispered, voice hoarse with how hard he had been panting. “Do you think you can keep going like this?”

You nodded weakly. “Just a little. It’s deep. It burns a little.”

He hummed and stroked your cheek with his thumb. “I feel so dirty for liking this. Dirty in a good way, I mean.”

Your smile was warm and reassuring. The Jeongguk you had first slept with would have been too ashamed to confess this. But now you had him talking, confessing, elaborating his feelings, his sensations. “And I’m very pleased to be pleasing you.”

He smirked. “You’re amazing.”

You winked and lolled your tongue out, trying to reach for him as he pulled you closer to his crotch. You managed to lick the base of his shaft, where the skin became so soft around his testicles.

He exhaled loudly. His hands found your breasts and you whined, tracing the back of his thighs with your nails.

His thumbs drew circles around your nipples, slow, tantalising. Your body felt electrified by his touch, and he giggled hoarsely as you traced the curves of his glutes.

“Wait, Candy,” he breathed out before straightening his back, trying to gain at least a sliver of control over himself. “I can’t… I can’t—”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“No, I mean I have to sit. I swear I’m gonna fall to my knees if you keep doing that,” he chuckled and looked at you, tracing your jaw. “I’m not strong enough to handle you right now. I’m… I’m not in the mindset.”

You caressed your hip and used the ropes to help yourself sit up. The padded ledges and stirrups had kept the rope from sinking in your skin and bruising you, still you were grateful for standing up, your balance readjusting to a world that didn’t swing around you. “All yours,” you told Jeongguk, taking a step back from the swing.

He stared at it for a second, then reached your side and sat on the middle ledge, adjusting the back one behind his shoulders before setting his feet on the stirrups.

His legs automatically spread.

He was there. Offered to you.

You literally gawked at him for a second or ten. He was entirely exposed, nothing to hide. HIs abdomen was flexed to keep his balance, his chest was puffed out, his arms stretched above his head, draped around the ropes. And his thighs, flexed, knees bent, and parted. You knelt between his legs.

It felt right. It felt so damn right, like your body didn’t even need your mind to command it.

Tracing his quadriceps with your nails, you ventured closer to his crotch, to where his skin became paperthin, so pale and sensitive that even your shyest touch caused his erection to stir, quiver, shift. And there, the trace of what your hands did to him, a perlaceous droplet resting where his tip had laid.

Ravenous, your mouth flew to him, no noise except for the heavy sigh he emitted, followed by a grunt as you grew more impatient.

Your forearms wrapped around his legs and you unconsciously started swinging him back and forth, just lightly enough to help him in and out of your mouth.

It was instinct, all of it. Shifting, rising, falling, his gasps, your moans, the way his hand tightened around the rope, the way he lifted his leg, just barely, unintentionally trying to go deeper.

You slipped him out of your mouth just for a second. It pleased you to see him so dishevelled, perspiration causing his bangs to stick to his forehead. “Use your hand, mine are busy.”

He smiled slowly, then he grabbed himself and gave his erection a lazy pump.

You lowered your lips to his balls, simply skimming them softly. “I love your skin here. So smooth.”

He hummed, too pleased with the way you spoke about him, about his body, about how in love you were with every small detail of him. He'd never felt so adored.

It made him feel a kind of holy that brought him above shame.

“Keep talking, please,” he said, his whisper bordering on a slightly hoarse murmur.

“What do you want me to talk about, love?”

He hummed at the pet name. “Every thought I give you.”

You smiled and dragged your face against his inner thigh. “You want to know how you fill my brain?” You chuckled fondly. He knows, he knows, he knows, you told yourself, rejoicing at the fact that he's aware, that he understands and remembers that he's your only thought when you're together.

“All I think about is you. Your strong, beautiful body. You make me want to sculpt the shape of you in clay. You make me want to use my hands. You make me want to carve you into marble.”

You didn't know how you managed to be so eloquent while your hands, your face, your body were being so animalistic. You were grabbing and licking and rubbing and…

“If this is how he felt, I know how Michelangelo made those statues. I can feel it.” You abandoned yourself to Jeongguk's touch, his hand caressing your hair, your fingers, your shoulders, your cheek. “This passion… The lust for you… It's not creativity. It's creation.”

Jeongguk traced the seam of your lips with his thumb, fascinated by your words, the way your mouth formed them. “You're magical,” he whispered in awe.

You smiled, suddenly shy regardless of the debauchery you'd been indulging in moments earlier.

“Let me show you bliss,” he spoke gently. “Please.”

You almost caved before you teased his frenulum with a flick of your tongue, reminding yourself what you wanted most. “You first,” you objected before fixing your stance and taking half of him in the warmth of your mouth.

His head fell back, a long, strained moan leaving his throat, perfectly exposed in his position. You wished you had two mouths so you could taste the round of his Adam's apple too.

You bobbed your head slowly at first, then increased your rhythm. Took a quick break, during which he tried to overrule you, but then went back to work, silencing him — but also making him howl in pleasure — with the finest of your techniques. And when he did reach his peak, he stayed there, long and deep. And hot.

Your eyes were fixed on him, on his head thrown back, on his chest, taut and tense, on his abs, shivering, on his legs, trembling with bliss and effort as he tried to keep himself still. You could bet his toes were curled, but you didn't think about checking those, you simply closed your eyes and slid him out of your throat, as gently as possible, trying to preserve the taste of him on your tongue, memorising how it dipped with the weight of him, the size of him, his shape.

It was his hand that ventured in your hair tentatively, removing your mouth from him entirely.

“Love, are you alright? Anything wrong?” Did you forget something? It felt like you did. Maybe you had… Maybe he…

“Hey,” he called gently, getting off the swing to kneel in front of you. He spoke your name with adoration and love and worry on his face, his voice so sweet and perfect, like a flannel shirt on an autumn day. His arms wrapped around you.

“Candy,” he said simply. He felt your body go loose in his arms. “Yes, love. Relax.” He smiled and closed his eyes, so pleased with himself. “I've got you.”

“I'm home,” you exhaled, your arms squeezing him. “I am home.”

“You're home, love.” He kissed the crown of your head, then tipped back just slightly, just enough so he could look into your eyes, and see himself reflected there. See himself through you. “I'm here now. And nothing will ever go wrong.” He pecked your lips with his. “Believe me.”

“I believe you,” you replied, the faith in your voice so firm that he understood why some people died for their beliefs.

He didn't need you to tell him: he knew your love for him was like religion. And maybe he was stupid, but he had always believed in you like a god, so it felt electrocuting to be looked at the same way he usually looked at other people.

He realised how strong he was only once he managed to see his strength in you.

He sat on his heels and pulled you onto his lap,his kiss getting deeper, stopping only once his knees hurt from being pressed to the hard floor.

“Get on the swing, sweet cheeks,” he teased before squeezing your butt eloquently. “I believe I promised my tongue to your clit.”

You were still dizzy from his kisses, so you barely caught the words — 'tongue', 'clit', — enough to send a sex addled smile to your face.

You helped yourself up and he held the straps for you, helping you sit first, then guiding your feet onto the stirrups.

“Lay back,” he suggested, noticing how stiff you were on the seat, barely giving him enough room to access your body.

You fumbled with the back strap, shortening it, adjusting it to your body clumsily after it had held Jeongguk's larger, stronger shoulders.

You managed to relax just barely.

He smiled reassuringly. “It's gonna hold you up, just slide your weight to the back.”

You did as he told you. Your body shifted abruptly, but he had a strong hold of you, keeping you in position and stabilising the straps so that they would hold you safely.

“There,” he murmured kindly, making eye contact with you and shooting you a grin. “How are you feeling?”

“Unsteady,” you confessed with a tense expression.

“I promise you won't notice that once you get used to it. And once I get my mouth on you.”

You chuckled and exhaled, trying to let go of the funny sensation caused by the swing and the drifting midair.

The first thing Jeongguk did was grabbing a plush towel from the drawer, laying it on the ground for him to kneel.

Next he took your left calf and sat beside it, between your legs.

“Look at that… Why didn't you tell me it hurt, mh?” His tone was almost disappointed as he pressed his lips to your bruising knees.

“What?” you asked, a bit too caught up in the moment to understand what he was talking about.

“Your knees on the floor. They're gonna bruise,” he explained, moving his lips to the other knee and peppering kisses there.

How that could feel erotic, you didn't know, the only thing you could focus on were the currents of pleasure pushing you around like tides.

“I didn't notice they hurt,” you tried to say before your entire brain would turn to mush.

“You must have been extremely focused on something else entirely…” he mused with a boyish grin. “I understand. I also get tunnel vision when my beautiful girlfriend is laying right before me… Legs spread… Tits out…” He leaned forward, his hot breath caressing your soaked folds. “Now now, let's see if you taste as sweet as I remember.”

You were twitching on the swing by then, so awfully impatient — so impatient that the first lick, although mind blowing, was barely satisfactory.

“Memory doesn't do you justice, my love.” His second lick was outright sinful. “You're so far damn more delicious.”

He was a hurricane. Unstoppable, unrelenting. A force of nature. He could play you like an instrument, a twist of his tongue and your arms went tense, a flick at your clit and your legs quivered, on plunge inside you had your head thrown back, your hands reaching out, your eyes shutting tight and your breath caught in your lungs.

He kept his tongue straight, taut, and slipped just an inch inside you, grabbing the seat of the swing to push you back and forth on him.

The sensation wasn't as mind-blowing as you thought it would be, probably because your clit stayed uninvolved.

“Guk. Outside, your hands,” you stammered, bringing your own hands to his head, trying to direct him.

He looked up at you, his chin glistening with your cum. His expression looked confused, as if he hadn't totally processed your words.

“I need you on my clit,” you said more clearly, your voice still a bit whiny. “I want— YES!”

Two of his fingers had started curling against your g-spot, while his tongue was flat out, his head moving in a nodding motion, with quick, rough swipes of his tongue.

“Please, keep going,” you breathed out, feeling his hair underneath your fingers, his moans of pleasure as he dove entirely in your taste.

His dick was once more hard, once more glistening and dripping. God, he wanted inside… He wanted it so, so bad.

He wanted to feel your cunt milking him, warm and slippery, with that delicious texture, those trained muscles that always took him so well, squeezing him, then releasing him, on and on with that erotic torture that never failed to drive him insane.

He had to focus on something else, or he would never last long enough. He simply picked up the pace, hoping that the change in pattern would get you to cum faster.

“Guk, I… So close.”

He watched you. He watched your chest blush and your mouth open and your hair tumble back. His gaze returned to your nipples, his fingers almost ready to head up and tweak them before he remembered his task. He stayed focused, he kept the pace. And then your entire body locked before it exploded.

You did not contain a loud, moaning call of his name, which almost made him lose his cool. You tried to say his name again, but the sound died on your tongue as he kept touching you beyond your pleasure, pushing your limits. Your fingers were tugging at his hair, trying to pull him away, but he stayed there, only removing his digits from within you.

Only when he was happy with your state of dishevel, he detached from you and slipped his fingers in his mouth. Three of them.

You didn't remember having three inside…

“Whenever you're ready, flip on your stomach. I know how I wanna do this,” he said, shortly after he popped his fingers out from his mouth with a lewd sucking sound. He was probably savouring every drop of you on his hand.

“Are you still with me, love?” He asked with a fond look on his face. Goodness, he wanted to lay on top of you. Maybe also do you in missionary, just to refresh the memory of your lost expression whenever he was too good at whatever he was doing. He had been masturbating for weeks while propped on his knees and elbow, a towel laid down below his hips, using his hand as if it could even remotely resemble the feel of you, his eyes closed as he evoked the sound of you, the look of you. The feel of your breasts in his mouth, of your ass cupped in his hand as he tried to lift you up, to shift the angle in that way that always had you exhaling so loud a whimper would escape you.

“Sweetheart?” he called you again, only to watch you shake your head.

“I'm too dizzy, I don't want to shift.”

Jeongguk moved a lock of hair that had stuck to your face. “Dizzy? Do you need help? Sugars? Did you skip your meals?”

“No, I'm just… It's the swinging, I think.” You looked up at him and your face immediately bloomed in a beatific expression. “Hi,” you swooned.

“Hello,” he replied, equally love-addled. “You've reached Baby Star Candy's voicemail. Jeongguk is currently unavailable, he's lost in his beautiful girlfriend's eyes,” he said, droning like a recorded voice.

It made you laugh. It made you fall for him ten times harder. “I love you, baby boy.”

He grinned. His dimples appeared, the scar on his cheek turned into a smiley face too. His eyes glittered with something so pure and unexpected, something sharp and hot that cut through you like a knife, but never hurt. You felt impaled by it.

“I love you too, ____.” Your name trotted out of his lips like a golden retriever puppy with a fancy, clumsy fall to its oversized paws, perfectly represented by Jeongguk's little lisp. It was adorable.

It made you want to give him the world.

You haphazardly stood to your feet, reaching with your arms around his neck to hug him. “If only I could show you how you make me feel,” you mused, a pang of disappointment in your gut due to the fact that he would never feel the circus parade that marched through you everytime you were reminded of your unique bond.

“I can feel it.”

“I want to show it. Like if I could tear open my chest and let you see what's going on underneath.”

“That's risky.” He kissed your head. “Kinda gross and dangerous too, so please don't. I can feel it, that's enough to me. You show me everyday.” He held you closer, still careful about not squeezing you. Sometimes he was reminded you could take everything he threw your way only metaphorically, and he softened the strength of his hold. His voice sounded a little worried when he spoke again. “What is it, Candy? Are you okay, love?”

“I never thought being far from you would be so painful and so beautiful. I’m so grateful you gave me this chance.” Your voice was pliant, almost supplicant.

“It wasn’t me conceding you anything. It’s not like you needed my permission.” He held your face and tipped it back so he could look into your eyes. “You earned it, you deserved it. You’re hard-working, and I wouldn’t be a good partner if I tied your wings back and kept you in a golden cage. You need to fly and I need to trust you to come back. I want you to become the best version of yourself, and I need to encourage you on your way to it.”

You kissed him, with tears in your eyes, you kissed him, until your lungs burnt, until he was vibrating with urgency to be inside you.

“Candy,” he panted out, “Candy, sweetheart, I need you.” His cheeks were red because of the temperature in the room, because of his heart thrumming like a war drum in his chest. He lowered himself and pressed his hands to the back of your knees, picking you up effortlessly, grinning at your breasts right in front of his eyes. He almost wanted to say something but he stretched his neck so he could wrap his mouth around your nipple and suck it.

He fixed his grip as you threw your head back, humming. “Bed. We can do whatever with the swing another time. Now make it easy, quick and please, make it so good, Guk. Make it as good as you promised me over and over.”

He nodded. Though he wanted you hanging from the swing, so he could just swing you back and forth onto his cock, make you slide on him. “Just try the swing for a minute. Please.” He splashed little pecks all over your breasts. “If you don’t like it, I’ll just fuck you in bed. But give the swing a try first. Please. I’ll eat you out again if I mess up, just give it a chance. Please, Candy,” he supplicated, his voice whiny and imploring.

You nodded, distracted. “Anything you want, baby.” When he used that voice… Those glittering eyes, so innocent no matter the amount of deranged pleasure he gave you, they always managed to win him whatever he wanted from you.

He asked you to grip the ropes of the swing as he lowered you onto the seat, fixing the height of it so you were perfectly aligned with his pelvis.

He set his legs a bit wider, then grabbed your hips. He looked down just in time to see you spread open, to hear you purr as he used his shaft on your clit, the hard ridge of it pressed right between your labia, rubbing back and forth. We was quiet, taking in the feeling, the sight. He was focusing, tormented by the thought that he'd been too careless each time he'd made love to you, that in the scorching urge of the moment, when you called each other to get rid of tension, he never managed to recall the details that he could never remember where your hands usually touched him, and where his hands usually stayed. He was—

“Baby,” you murmured, your voice breaking the spell of his panic. “Just slip inside, baby boy. I'll make you forget it.”

He pushed in in less than a second, his dick sinking inside you without friction, without resistance.

You were welcoming him inside you, ready for him. He loved it. Tight felt good, sure. But slippery and warm felt incredibly better, especially when too much tightness could make him lose his mind. He preferred when he made you feel so good you started clenching around him, that way he knew it wasn't pain you were feeling.

“What were you thinking of, baby boy?” You cooed fondly. “As long as we're okay, it's nothing we're supposed to worry about right now, okay?”

He nodded and lowered his torso, holding you as best as he could before he kissed your cheek, and let you kiss him in return. He sank deeper and groaned, ready to bottom out. He did so with a final, thorough thrust. “I was just comparing this all to the way I remembered you when we were apart. There are things I never actively noticed I missed until you were away and I was jerking off to the thought of you.”

He pulled out just a fraction of an inch, but from the way you nodded, completely unfazed by his movement, he realised he had the green light to go.

He pulled out half of him and pushed in again with a thrust of his hips, plunging inside you again in a way that made your eyes lock with his, your parted lips mirrored by yours, wonder and pleasure resetting both your and his brain.

“So now I'm trying to notice more actively all the things you do. I want to be able to imagine you as if you were really there with me.” Another thrust, this one ruthless in a way that made your inside shudder with his violence and his devotion, as he spoke: “Not just your body, how it feels, how it moves, but the way you feel on the brain.”

You stretched your hand, cupping his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned in your touch, finally home. The innocence of him, of his face as he got lost in you, destroyed you. Tears pricked just behind your eyes, ready to spill. He was so perfect, he trusted you so fully, vulnerable, abandoned in your presence alone.

All, all of his walls crumbled down when you were alone with him. And it pleased you, it enchanted you, it made you feel so powerful, and yet love, love untainted love, made you never claim that power to yourself.

It was his gift to you. It was him handing you the knife to hold, and you never sinking it in. He had expected it at the beginning, in his fear; he had always been there, wide eyed lamb waiting to be sacrificed, waiting for his heart to be ripped out.

But you had never. You had never abused the power he was bound to hand over, over and over. And that was the reason why, when his eyes opened, and his lip wobbled, and and he slowed down his thrusts, irises glossy with unshed tears, you tried to sit up, stretching your arms to wrap them behind his neck. It was the reason why he gave in, he caved in and let his torso glue to yours, still rocking his hips slowly, back and forth, oh so slowly.

It robbed you of your breath, of your sanity, of your whole world. There was no world. There was only Jeongguk.

“Babyboy,” you cooed meekly, all your tenderness like a cocoon to his rabbit heart. “Give me. I can take it.”

His mouth sucked at your neck. His teeth sank in and his movements quickened. He was holding your hips, and started using his arms to pull you on him, the crude slapping sound of flesh on flesh growing cruel, so explicit it almost hurt your ears, but you found something else to focus on. His little grunts, his mouth detaching from your collarbone to glue itself to your lips, sucking, licking, nibbling too. His digits were digging in your flesh and he was lost, so lost in you. His hands felt like they were setting their roots in you, growing inside you.

It was like he had been living uprooted since you’d left, and now he was finding his home, his habitat. He was grounded again. And he’d never felt so eager to crawl deeper than he’d been before you parted.

Words had been lost, especially when he was reminded of the little addition to the wonderland of your body.

His tongue found your nipple, the steel stud piercing through it. He twirled it with his tongue with wide, strong licks, his eyes glued to yours.

You moaned and he grunted as he slammed you harder on his cock. “Are you close?” he asked, ever the diligent lover.

“Just cum. I’ll follow,” you said through laboured pants.

He shook his head. “No. Together,” he objected grunting.

You stared at him for a moment before a smile spread on your face. You reached down with your hand. “Okay, babyboy.”

He grinned, his bratty, demanding side momentarily subdued. “Quick.”

You arched an eyebrow, expression cocky. “Careful, bunny.”

His lips formed a confused pout, mouth softly agape. He blinked with that cute innocent face of his. “Hold tight,” he said, his hands shifting only a few inches, to cup your butt and lift you up.

You wrapped your arms around his back while he moved to the bed, sitting down, still sheathed inside you. He lowered his back down, you straddling his lap.

“Baby?” You asked, both your hands on his face, thumb tracing his lower lip. “What’s with the switch?”

“You called me bunny. With that voice. I thought…” His expression was once more confused, adorably so.

You nodded, lowered yourself to kiss your lips.

“Tell me you’ve got me,” he said. “Tell me I’m yours. Show me.” He spoke with that light tone he used when he needed to be reassured.

“Where did your head go, bunny. Of course I’ve got you, Guk. You’ve always got me, baby.” You moved on him with the slowest roll of your hips, so eloquently speaking of love, of tenderness, of safety, of reassurance. “There, bunny.”

He pulled you closer, holding you in his arms, leaving room just enough for your middle finger to draw circles on your clitoris, a warm feeling coiling up in your insides. You squeezed on him and he huffed out a heavy breath. “So… so good. Warm. Good. Snug.”

“You were made to be inside me,” you told him. “We were made for this.” You kissed below his jaw and he purred below you, pushing up and goodness gracious…

“Are you there, Guk? Are you…?”

He grabbed your hips and started moving you on him and it felt so damn right, so stupidly, insanely perfect and you were…

Falling into him. It was like his soul and yours crushed together and your body was obliterating into particles together with his. Collapsing like a supermassive binary system, you were melting into each other. You adhered to each other, atom to atom.

No distance. No room whatsoever. No light or heat would ever escape you. You were a million suns each. You were a joke to gravity.

You were hovering far from the Solar system. You were one billion Earths, lands, oceans, mountains, storms, deserts. You were a choir of galaxies and each sang the same song, each sang that answer.

Own, own, own.

And belong, belong, belong.

The next time Jeongguk spoke, you felt it. That Upper Hand that had puppettered you in each other’s life.

His voice was raspy and exhausted as he started moving again. He wanted everything. And he wanted it again. He made you rise on him like a dawning goddess, and then he said, with awe in his voice: “You said this love is creation. Then create galaxies for me.”

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honestly i would kinda die if u wrote some renji smut 😳😳 literally in any situation, i'm just needy rn 😭

ok ok i'm here hehe. how about, the reader gets really injured during a battle and shiro's kinda blaming himself for it. kindaaa angst into a super fluffy ending if that's ok hhh 🥺

Hi 🥰 Can I get a headcanon for Kakashi with a really seductive s/o, like she likes to tease him in public and whispers dirty things in his ear and calls him daddy? Nsfw pls? 😊😁

“make me” and hisoka??? thank you

hehe this is for the 🦋🦋 event! congrats on 200 bb!! so, i saw attack on titan on your list and i'm experiencing a severe lack of my best boy marco 🥺🥺 if you don't write for him that's fine hehe, but if you do, could i please maybe get a lil scenario where marco helps the reader out with her training and then they accidentally confess their feelings and it's just rlly fluffy and cute? 🥺 i need marco being happy in my life rn sbdjdhdjr 💓💓

“If you keep biting your lip like that, I’m holding you accountable for my actions.” for Kakashi please! I love him 🤤

If your requests are still open, can i ask for some domestic kakashi fluff? Ty

Hi mommas❤️❤️ CAN I PWEASE request some Guren (seraph of the end) relationship headcanons ? Not nsfw but maybe a little steamy 🥺🥰 I LOVE UU -🍒

Hi Chloe 🥰 Can I have some spicy nsfw headcanons for Yami where his s/o is acting really bratty during sex and he puts her in her place? 😪😂😊

Kageyama wirh Oikawas sister reader? there just chillin Nd stuff and toru comes over and picks y/n up and they hug and kageyama is like “eXcuSe mE???” forgive my spelling im on mobile lmao

Hiii❤️❤️ Can I request an imagine where you live in a small town and work at a cafe and Bakugou is your cliche small town boyfriend? Or headcanons! The idea is so cute and I love your writing 😊

okay so uHHHHH you can just go for Mephisto sharing some food with his s/o owo;; take your time on it too because i know it's gonna be really great either way!

A reader insert saved by vampire! main YYH crew from a pack of werewolves

Since you said requests are open maybe.. suga subbing for you? Idk he's just always appeared like someone who would love to please you in anyway possible.

V A M P I R E LAVI!!! DO IT GIRL!! 👌👌♥️♥️♥️

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

hello ✨💕 it’s me, ryn 😘 if it’s okay, can i request a nishinoya x female!reader? perhaps a first date at the boardwalk with like the rides and carnival stuff? then at the end of the date he kisses her and it turns out the karasuno squad was following them the whole night hehe?

Hi! Can I request a prompt of some soft Kakashi, maybe some cuddles, perhaps it gets a little heated... a lil' Nsfw never hurt nobody👀👅 Thank you so muuch!~😍❤️

If I had kakashi in front of me I would tell him “aren’t you tired of being the most handsome man here?”

Hi! I saw that requests were open for the Haikyuu!! boys so here I am! I was wondering if I could request a Tsukki x reader where Tsukki has a crush on the reader but doesn't know how to express his feelings other then throwing insults. it can be angsty or fluffy I just really love Tsukki as a tsundere lol. (also btw I LOVE your theme and blog aesthetic its very pretty!)

Hey wifey😚 so Ichigo has stolen my heartttt can I get the strawberry boy with an S/O who gets super shy with with physical contact? Tyy💗💗

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

NSFW Vampire Squall (FF8) for very obvious reasons because UUUUUUGH

Hello there miss, my name is kandaxxx. Nice to meet you since I have definitely never requested from you before and this is definitely my first time and i am definitely not taking advantage of your bomb writing skills to ask you to write a “Choke me, daddy.” for Seymour from FF (love you forever and always!!!!!!)

hey butterfly 🥺 can you please write a story where the reader and (any character) are fighting and it turns out it was just about something stupid? like chicken nuggets? thank you 🥺💗

Eek! DGM! I was wondering if you would do a request for a general Allen Walker relationship HC? I don’t see him on the character list, but I’m just curious *bows* Thankyou senpai!

Spin The Bottle with any of the DGM characters that you're comfortable writing????? (but like obviously when Kanda spins the bottle it has to land on the reader [me] because YOU KNOW WHY OK????????) ilysm!!! 😍

I’m thinking a smut scenario of some kind that uses the prompts “Perhaps I need to remind you of your place.” and “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.” I feel like those are very Nozel Silva things to say. 😈 -bakubabes-hatake

Omfg HI mommy, Can i request really fluffy and soft itachi after he comes back from a mission? Non-massacre AU and you’re on the same team as sasuke lolol thirsty for them age gaps ❤️ thank youuuu ily -🍒

Can I get a fake dating with Kand--Roy Mustang (hahahaha) 👉👈🥺

Is this okay to ask for? Egor taking care of s/o who has period cramps... Ty!

Hello! Can I please request some headcanons for Kiba with a S/O with a praise kink? And for Shikamaru with a S/O with a choking kink? Thank you so much.

Wow. Here is me putting in a request. Shocker, right?? 😂 I want some Greed, baby 😈 as for the prompt, it's not in your list, but could you maybe do something based off of "Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?" ???? 👉👈

It's a shame u only have one ling request, so could I request some Ling x Reader where they're both absolutely oblivious until Lan Fan or Ed or someone finally just tells them for them? Sorry if I didn't make any sense ❤️❤️

ok idk if you write threesomes but 😳😳 if you could write one with daichi and suga n maybe some dp, i'd probably die 🥺💓 only if you're comfortable with that tho ♡

Tyki flirting with his crush in his native language of Portuguese? I really love your work and please have some candy 🍬🍭🍫

hi butterfly! 🥰 i hope you're doing well! you already know what i'm going to ask you for — a request! i just feel really down in the dumps lately. can i request headcanons for an s/o that takes graduation pictures on their grandmother's 3 year death anniversary with kenma, nishinoya & kuroo? i hope you can do my request! you don't have to do it if you don't want to!

hehehe kuroo, tsukki and kageyama headcanons of their s/o sending them a nude while they at training and them making an excuse to get home and fUcK yOu SeNsELeSs - 🌊

Hello may I request itachi x reader. People learned the truth and he can finally return to his wife and children in the village 🥺 and they don’t have to be in secret anymore

holy shit,, i am starved for the squall content,,, if you don't mind, catching you wearing their clothes?

S/O walking in on kakashi masturbating? 👉👈 💕

#this is a lot longer than i thought it would be #holy hell #i have so many requests #a bit frightened now #but oh whale #i hope you guys are excited for all these requests #i know i am #although im intimidated #by their sheer numbers #IVE GOT THIS THO #FOR MY CUTE #LIL #BUTTERFLIES #I LOVE YALL

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