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tyunni · 2 months

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┈➤ I LIKE YOU SO MUCH!!! (when ENHYPEN like you...)

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genre: fluff, fluff, fluff! warnings: i'm not sure if any specific gender is mentioned but keep in mind i do tend to usually write fem!reader, enha r kinda losers, mentions of being drunk in jakes part, isnt proofread so if you see any mistakes.... oh well! wc: 2.6k+

a/n: good lord, i haven't written anything in MONTHS so i'm a bit rusty 😭 i started writing maknae line first im p sure you can tell i put more effort in them and then i started getting tired, sorry😭😭😭

☆ — LEE HEESEUNG

who would've thought the cool, the chill, the awesome lee heeseung would end up being such a loser. a lovestruck, foolishly in love loser.

your fingers lightly grazed his hand when you walked past him in the hallway today, a touch that lasted a mere second, yet heeseung's heart exploded, and so did his friends' group chat when he boasted about your interaction like you had just asked his hand in marriage. he knows being lovesick is lame, but so what?! he can't help that he melts into a pink puddle of adoration whenever you make small talk, or when he closes his eyes an image of you pops into his head and makes his palms feel sweaty. yes, he feels his knees go weak at the mere mention of your name, and he's willing to endure his younger friends teasing him every time they spot you hanging out with your own group of friends.

so what if you're the only thing on his mind every second of his day. it's completely normal to make playlists for your crush, giggle, and roll around in your bed when you let the lyrics sink in and fill your head with the thoughts of the one you desire.

it's also totally normal of him to write down little compliments on a piece of paper and put them on your desk when you're not looking. he giggles like a little girl when you open the note and read not even a third fraction of what heeseung truly thinks of you and wishes to tell you one day. his smile grows wider when you finally read the initials written on the note, LHS, and you look over to his desk with your cheeks dusted pink, widened eyes looking into heeseung's.

(rest of the members under the cut!!)

☆ — PARK JONGSEONG

jay is very fond of you, he accepted that quite quickly. you're cute. he likes cute stuff, that's something new he has discovered since he started to fancy you.

"jay, are you serious?" - riki turned towards the older with a blank face, tired of his friends new shopping addiction, - "you have like 4 hello kitty stuffed toys in your bedroom, you don't need another one."

ah, innocent, naive riki. he doesn't know having a crush makes one forget about any form of rationality and make every decision without giving it another thought. jay is the number one victim of the 'everything reminds me of them' disease, he feels every wrinkle of his brain smoothen whenever he thinks of you, so it's not a surprise that he can't control his hand as he swipes his credit card and buys himself another plushie with a lovestruck grin on his face.

"are you even listening to me?" - the younger complains, jabbing jay's arm with his elbow to get at least a little reaction out of him. if anything else but you were on jay's mind this would've worked and he would've scolded riki by now, talking his ear off about how annoying he is, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes at his childishness. but it doesn't work.

"you're such a cheeseball, y/n has made you soft, jay, she's ruining you!"

but riki's words fall on deaf ears the second jay's eyes land on another cute stuffed animal that had reminded him of you as he grabs his friend's arm roughly and drags him into yet another store.

☆ — SIM JAEYUN

oh, he's down bad. jake would do anything for you. yes, even walking all the way from his house to the party you were at just to pick you up and walk you home, making sure you reach your house safely.

you called him in the middle of the night, the buzzing of his phone waking jake up. he groaned at the brightness of his screen flashing his newly opened eyes, yet at the sight of your name he rubbed the sleepiness off them, quickly picking up your call.

"jake, i'm drunk!"

and that's all it took for him to jump out of his bed and run towards his destination. surely enough you were waiting outside for him, a big smile growing on your face at the sight of him.

sure, he was extremely tired and out of breath, his voice was still groggy from waking up around 10 minutes ago, the cold, chilly night yet to have its effect on him and wake him up completely, yet he still let you ride on his back when you started complaining about how your heels hurt your feet.

you had been talking to him about something, even though you had no idea what you were saying with the way your words were slurred, your voice muffled by his jacket. jake was nodding his head, humming after a few sentences to make sure you knew he was listening, even though he didn't know what he was listening to. you started off by talking about the party, and somewhere along the way you got lost in your own words and so did jake. his soft hums and the steady rhythm of his feet lulled you to sleep, and when he felt your eyelashes close against the nape of his neck, your breath falling onto his skin as your cheek rested further upon his shoulder is when he finally let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head, stopping in his tracks to close his eyes and think to himself:

"fuck, i love her, don't i?"

☆ — PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon is desperately in love with you. he can't help it, butterflies swarm his stomach when he thinks about you, a sheepish grin makes its way onto his features when you talk to him, his eyes dart across your face every chance he gets so he can burn every second spent with you right into his memory.

"sunghoon, do you think this looks good or should i try on the blue sweater?"

to be completely honest, even if you wore a trash bag he'd think you looked gorgeous, and he hadn't been paying attention to any outfit you had shown him so far, your smile which grew wider with each compliment he gave you the only thing on his mind.

"you look beautiful, y/n."

"oh, come on, sunghoon! you've been telling me this about every outfit!" - you groan, yet a grin is still plastered on your face at his sweet words, "you have to help me!"

sunghoon tries, he really tries to hold himself back. his teeth sink into his tongue in hopes of biting back the words that were about to slip out, yet they still do. and so does his little secret.

"it's not my fault i'm in love with you!"

☆ — KIM SUNOO

sunoo is a sweet guy. everyone likes him: the teachers, the students, his friends, and complete strangers. his smile is contagious, his face is soft and beautiful, his eyes crinkle up when he smiles, and he's kind, helpful, friendly. who wouldn't like him? well, you, apparently.

it's not that he's intrigued by your cold attitude towards him, he's simply determined to make you like him just like everyone else. it's quite difficult to get to know you though, you don't speak to anyone except a select few. if your friends don't come to school you usually sit alone, either mindlessly scribbling in your notebook, or sleeping. you always have that look on your face. one of pure boredom, uninterest, that "why are you even talking to me" face.

sunoo thinks it's stupid. how could you not be thrilled to talk to the people around you? how is it even possible to not want to get to know everyone, to grow your circle, have new people to talk to and share experiences with.

you know who sunoo is. everyone knows who sunoo is. when he walks past you down the hallway he's always waving at someone, stopping in his tracks a few times to have a little small talk, then quickly picking up his pace once the bell rings so he gets to make it in time for class. it doesn't matter if he's late though, the teachers adore him like he's their own son, and he hasn't gotten a single second of detention. sunoo has the sunshine privilege. that's unfair. you don't like when things are unfair. you don't like the sunshine privilege. you don't like sunoo.

so you avoid him.

but he somehow still finds his way back to you.

"she totally hates you, dude, get over it," - sunghoon groans, shoving another loaf of bread into his mouth, and threatening to shove some into sunoo's mouth so he stops talking about you for the fifth time today.

"but why?! i didn't even do anything to her, i tried talking to her every single day since she moved here, i'm nice, i'm helpful, i'm a great guy, what am i doing wrong?!" - the younger boy whines into his palms, head buried in his hands, trying to come up with a way to win you over.

one of his other friends chimes into the conversation, taking a seat in between his friends and playfully wrapping his arm around sunoo, - "it's okay, man, there must be a way to get your little crush to like you!"

sunoo whips his head towards the boy, eyebrows furrowed so deeply that you'd think they'd merge into one another any second. - "heeseung, it's not a crush!"

sunghoon chuckles at his oblivious friend, - "is too!"

"... is it?"

you are kinda cute. your attitude, although not sunoo's style, makes you look even more adorable. you have pretty lips too, although you're always frowning. he thinks you'd look better with the corners of your lips turned upwards though. he wants to see you smile. he wants to make you smile. he wants to make you his.

☆ — YANG JUNGWON

jungwon thinks he's a pretty chill guy. he's always been levelheaded. most of the time he's the only levelheaded person in the room, to be completely honest. he knows what to say and when to say it. although he resembles a cat, the saying "cat got your tongue" had never applied to him. so why is he standing in front of you, his crush, ready to have his very first conversation with you, without a single word coming out of his mouth?

"oh, hey! jungwon, right?" - you ask, sending a soft smile his way.

you know his name. you know his name. you know his name.

"huh? yeah... i'm jungwon. um..." - his confident smile fades instantly when it really sinks in that he has no idea what to say to you. he always knows what to say, how could this happen to him?! this is ridiculous. if he weren't standing in front of you right now he'd slap himself in hopes of rattling his brain somehow.

your eyebrows furrow at the awkward silence taking over, - "do you need anything, jungwon?"

his name falls past your lips so gracefully that if hearing you say his name followed with the three words he wants to say to you the most means he must sell his every worldly possession, he will. but he can't tell you that. he can't tell you how pretty your eyes are either, he can't tell you that he wants to hold your hand, or wrap his arms around you and keep you in his warm embrace for a little while. or how he wants to bury his head in the crook of your neck and bask in your warmth, or that you're the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes on and it'd be an honor to take you out on a date. yeah, he definitely can't say that.

"you're the most beautiful person i've ever laid my eyes on, it'd be an honor to take you out on a date..."

it's over. he's a goner.

the way you twiddle with your fingers at his confession goes completely unnoticed despite his big round eyes growing wider at his own words. he's too far gone to see how a warm smile had made its way onto your face.

"sure, i'd love to!"

it's not over. in fact, it's just getting started.

☆ — NISHIMURA RIKI

riki is quite good at hiding his crush on you, considering how the overwhelming feelings have such a weight to them that he's sure his heart doubles at the mere mention of your name to make room for the intense emotions that'll start kicking in. you two aren't dating, although he wishes you were, and you're most definitely not best friends. he knows you, you know him, you think he's nice, he thinks about you every second of every day, y'know, the usual...

"riki, hey!" - you push through the crowd of students walking around a narrow hallway that could only be described as a jar filled to the brim with tiny little ants, very studious one's at that!

his friends' heads immediately turn your way. a girl, talking to riki?! although their eyes don't stay glued on you for too long, they quickly glance at riki. the sight was hilarious, his long fingers were brushing through his disheveled hair, free hand tugging at the hem of his hoodie to smoothen out any wrinkles. there's a soft tint of pink spread across his cheeks, nothing too noticeable, although the burning red glow of his ears was far from discreet.

"y/n, hey!" - he grins, the hand combing through his hair now scratching the nape of his neck to try and play it cool... very smooth! a muffled laugh escapes from one of his friend's shut lips as their orbs dart between the boy and you.

you reach into your pocket, rummaging through the various things you keep inside. crackling of your house keys and noises of crumpled-up paper can be heard before you take out something. riki's eyes try their best to tear away from your mesmerizing features so he can see what you're trying to show him with your arm stretched towards him and a big grin on your face. he notices a little something lying on your palm. it's a duck keychain. if you were any other person he'd look at the item in your hand with a disgusted look on his face, eyebrows knitted together, eyes squinting in pure horror. but you're you. you're the love of his life. that's probably why riki can feel his heart thumping against his ribcage, a stupid smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he tries his best to fight it off, yet the inevitable happens.

"take it, it's a gift! i saw it on the way to school and it reminded me of you!"

he quickly takes the keychain from your palm, ensuring his fingers stray as far away from yours as possible. even the slightest bit of physical contact and he feels his heart will explode for good. he mumbles out a thank you before you turn on your heels and walk away, completely oblivious that the butterflies in his stomach now make their way towards his throat, making him swallow dry.

"hey, riki, what's that?" - jungwon nudges him with his elbow, eyeing the item riki's holding between his fingers. a smile makes its way onto jungwon's lips as he glances up at his friend who's currently grinning from one red ear to another, rosy cheeks like pink buttons on a sweater made with love and care.

"i thought you hated ducks," - sunoo adds, sly hands reaching towards the keychain to try and pry it out of riki's hands, but instead the tall boy clutches harder onto the item, bringing it to his chest.

"well i like this one!" - he adds, furrowing his eyebrows and glaring at his nosy friend.

riki never knew he could like ducks this much.

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senblades · 27 days

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I've had a realisation,

So, we all like to dunk on Akechi for having a stupid plan- which, well, yeah; but I think that a lot of people (whether they like Akechi's character or not) tend to miss the point:

That being, that the holes we all poke in his plan; "Why didn't he just kill Shido at the start?" "There's no way he'd live/be free after that," "His plan to ruin Shido's reputation would never work," are actually far more revealing as to Akechi's priorities, than they are of him just being 'stupid'.

For starters, "there's no way he'd live/be free after that." -as a fandom I think we've all already come to the conclusion that Akechi's regard for his own life is spotty at best. I wouldn't necessarily say that he wants to die by the time of the third semester, which really just adds to the tragedy of the whole situation, but I digress. Point is, the kid needs therapy, moving on.

"His plan to ruin Shido's reputation would never work," Ah, now this is where I think some cultural differences start to come in to play- I won't say much, since I'm relatively uninformed, but by the sounds of it, revealing that Shido has an illegitemate child is actually the kind of thing that would make a lot of people raise their eyebrows. And, more importantly, the kind of thing that would really throw his "easy election win" into some serious jeapordy. (AND, it's never exactly stated that "revealing himself as an illegitemate child" was Akechi's tactic to ruin Shido- more of a "hey, Shido, guess who it was that ruined you, you piece of shit?"- which, well, more on that mindset later)

Next, "Why didn't he just kill Shido from the start?" This is where I think a lot of people get tripped up. To my memory, there is not a single point in the engine room where Akechi says that killing Shido is the cornerstone of his plan (localisation differences notwithstanding. I'm sure someone will come yell at me (/lh) if this is the case). Now, to be fair, Akechi in the engine room is really just him giving a very desperate powerpoint while he sharpens his sword- so I don't doubt that he's skimming over a couple points. But, you'd think that Akechi would remember to mention that if that really was his main goal.

Okay, so Akechi doesn't want to kill Shido. Cool, follow-up question, "Why didn't he just give Shido a pshychotic breakdown from the start?" That's the kind of thing that would have ruined Shido's reputation, too, right? And, it would have been before he would have had the means to try and cover it up. Well, finally, I can get to my point:

Akechi needs Shido's disgrace to be loud, because he needs everyone else to care, too. Akechi's revenge isnt just against the man who left him and his mother for dead, but also against the society that continued to leave him for dead, again and again; the society that only lauded him as something special if he slapped some pretty wallpaper over the past he had absolutely no control over.

Looking at it like this does a lot of things:

First, it really amps up the whole "the PT's justice and Akechi's justice foil each other". Akechi's revenge is also a vehichle for revolution, since it is, in essence: "Look! Look at the man who you lauded as a saviour! Look at me, the man who brought him down. Aren't we both disgusting, in your eyes? Take a look at yourselves. Aren't we all the same?"

That leads pretty nicely into Akechi as a pawn for Yaldabaoth, too. Akechi wants to make sure he and Shido go out with a bang, and leave a shitshow in their wake. That's prime God of Control real estate! It's also prime "metaphor for Ruin" real estate; you get the point.

And, finally, an interesting point comes from all of this. That being, that, well- the only reason that Akechi's plan wasn't going to work, is that he placed too much stock in the idea that Shido has any concept of loyalty or gratitude. Shido, as we all know, is an absolute piece of shit- and still, Akechi had believed that maybe, just maybe, his father would feel bad for being terrible to his son.

(I'm not going to go on too big of a tangent, but that is an interesting insight into Akechi's idea of Justice, and into what his personas might represent. Contradiction, as ever, is the name of the game, and Akechi simultaneously believes that there's no way to get anywhere in life without force and violence, and that there is also a fundemantal truth of what is good and fair within human hearts)

The message of this, I'm pretty sure, is not: "Akechi failed because of that lingering belief in humanity" (wouldn't that be one hell of a heel-turn lmao), but rather: "Akechi, with his distorted (ha) priorities, was never going to be happy in any quest for vengeance, even if his plan succeeded entirely"

tl;dr, Akechi needs therapy. Wait- Maruki, no! Not that kind of therapy!

#persona 5 #goro akechi #I'm sure someone has made a similar analysis of this before #but all my thoughts about p5 have for the most part just been me talking to myself- so I wanted to get this one down in writing lmao

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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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Yandere SCP with a chubby!fem!reader who is a Fairy Entity.

✧ A/N : its been a while since i dont write because i've been quite the busy here. but now i decided too and recently i've been very interested in scp lore and stories also with the monsters in it and decided to write it on my own within my own style. and + also this was a yandere :). what do you think? if you liked this please gave it a reblog and likes! i will very appreciate it ♡.

✧ Tw : Kidnapping, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Sadism, Carnage/Slaughtering, Blood, Unhealthy Behavior, Unhealthy mindset, Kind of Enemies to Lovers with Scp 682, Worship in 079 and SA in 682 (not from him, but from another person.) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No skintone of reader mentioned.

𑁍 Scp 049

• ugh.. where should i start with this guy? ah.. yes.. he's such a gentleman isnt he?

• first time he realize your appereance he thinks of you as such a delicate creature. he never sees you face to face, he just realize some very Soft and Pleaseable Appereance that was catching him off guard.

• that until he really met you face to face, and if only he wasnt such a cold gentleman he would praise you to death. i mean.. how could he not? you're just soo beautiful. its hard to believe that the facility who basically took you from where you were belong to think that you were some kind of monster when you're literally far from it.

• after he met you he think that he was just simply fascinated by your beauty-appereance, that until he is aware that he doesnt want you to be locked too far from where he was stayed at.

• what he wants is that your cell is to be placed right besides him. not far from him. now this guy is an aware yandere, and not to mention he's a very intelligent one too, he'll be pretty quick to know that his respond towards you snd the facility are far from being called normal because h literally just out burst at one of the scp staff for wanting to take you away from him.

• and the staff was not stupid either, espesially the scientist. they pretty much off guard and very heavily-aware of his action towards them and espesially you. so they start to put you into a different room, besides his cell with a mirror placed into each others wall.

• while the scientist observe from the Cctv, they see that you and 049, both was actually getting along each other.

• this is something the scientist does not really excepting, because well after all they always knew 049 as a very cold yet a gentleman anomaly to ever known in the facility. it was absolutely fascinating to see you - who is more friendly and well not so quiet as him can get pretty much along.

• this makes them hold you within 049 much longer than they actually plan.

• and of course, this all also come to 049 happiness as he obviously can see you much longer even in a different sell, he would love to meet you, see you, and talk to you everyday.

• theres no one, not even another scp or scp staff or even those great scientist could take you away from him, not even death. he swore to hold you within him just so you can be there, for him and him only.

𑁍 Scp 035

• now what i notice about this creature right here is that he actually quite the flirty one, and lets be honest - he also has some major anger issues holding him up, also a bit of sadism.

• first he sees you from his cell he just knew that you are the one. and let me tell you, besides from all his flirty personality, anger issues, and those sadism, he definetly also has some serious, Serious possessiveness.

• really become an aggresive hostile once he sees you getting interviewed by a male staff, making him growl from his cell, and of course - this lead to the other staffs attention.

• when they ask him about why was he being so hostile towards the male staff he said that "they do not deserve her. only i deserve her." and when the staff ask him "who do you mean by saying 'her'?" only to find out that "her" was you.

• and after that the staff check on you both, interviewing on you both and this time they ask a female staff to interview you, and 035 is much more calmer than before.

• this will all be kicked out of the window when the staff wanting to place you to an Abroad facility. of course this will make 035 sees red. and what can only be describe after this was a carnage.

• and at the end -- he escaped. with the willing to free you from those fuckers who tried to take away the love of his life (or so he tought) from him. he can and would spill many blood as it need if it can help him getting you again. and he wont stop, no matter how much host it will need and change, his goal is just one; getting you back again.

𑁍 Scp 079

• the first he sees you he really just over the heels for you. no - i am not joking, this dude here is drooling, even if he cant he can feel so while seeing you.

• absolutely admire everything you had. the way you talked, smiled, and walk is just different.

• absolutely reject the calls scp staff throw at you as a "monster" no matter how much they tried, they couldnt convience 079 that you were indeed a monster.

• really love the shape of your body, that was another thing of why he would take an extra glance at your plump body once he realize your appereance.

• is absolutely dying to have you for himself but how can he? he just there and can only watch you when you walked pass his cell.

• and another one is that he absolutely dreaming about you. wether its a cute one, a bad one, or even a naughty one, he does not care. once he start dreaming about you i recommend anyone to dont ever dare to try to take him away from his daydreaming moment or whoever that person is will have to encounter the out burst of 079.

• and after he's done? nothing would changed.. and at the end, he wouldnt be another different thing more than some unsual computer entity dude who is obsessed over some fairy.

𑁍 Scp 682

• really cocky about you lmao, and very sassy too.

• at first he actually (kinda) hate/dislike you because your overall personality and looks are definetly and obviously a literal opposite from him.

• everytime anyone sees you besides him they already can see the different. surely we dont have to waste our fingers to write what are your difference than him other than the fact that you both were a living things. but it was just sooo noticable like.. ugh.

• this enemies feeling will turn into lover as soon as some Bastardize staff start to treat you in a very unappropriate tone.

• and this time he just felt like he had to protect you somehow. protect you from getting experimented and other bad things.

• even if he's actually really feeling that way, still -- he is a big Tsundere weird lizard so he would rather simply just bury himself alive than admitting it openly.

• but asides from all of that, he actually really aware about his feelings. about the fact that he actually has some feelings for you. and he doesnt even sure of how to say it to you because he just think of it as a very big embarassement.

• this is just a matter of time before he finally decided to tell you about this feeling. the bad news is that, the same day he convience to you, is the same day that he would take you with him for eternity.

• and not even death can separate you from him ever.

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nyashykyunnie · 1 year

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As a fellow starved jin woo simp i thank you for taking jinwoo requests

so can i request jin woo with a s rank reader? kind of a power couple vibes. ofc reader isnt stronger than jin woo cuz thats over kill but maybe shes recognized as a national hunter? it would be funny to see serious and deadly jin woo turn all soft when around reader (T . T)

Sung Jinwoo x Fem! Reader! S-Ranker S/O

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﹢　˖ 　✦ ¸ .　﹢　 ° 　¸. ° ˖ ･ ·̩　　｡　☆. 　﹢　˖ 　✦ ¸ .

Ah, first things first.

You definitely have a fanclub.

Jinwoo is either the president of the fanclub or he finds them absolutely annoying.

It's admirable how one of the two most powerful hunters are dating.

It's almost unbelievable even.

But even so, to Jinwoo, you are his darling.

To everyone else, Sung Jinwoo is the cold and apathetic hunter who is a one-man army.

He is the most powerful man to step foot on earth that even someone as great as Thomas Andre was reduced to a bloody pulp while Jinwoo walked away with barely any sweat or a single ruffle on his clothes or on his black hair.

Jinwoo is the embodiment of the grim reaper himself.

Oh but to you? He's nothing more than a sweet and loving boyfriend who adores holding your hand and giving you sweet and feathery kisses on your forehead.

To the world, you two are a power couple.

A force that is terrifying and will undeniably leave a trail of destruction at your wakes.

But to the both of you? You're just you.

Just two star-crossed lovers who wants to adore eachother.

Jinwoo really doesn't care about anything else, he only cares about you.

The you, who is his most beloved.

The you he knows is capable of protecting yourself.

He trusts your strength.

But really, Jinwoo can't help it.

It's his instinct to just protect you.

After all, he is the shadow monarch.

His position as the moarch isn't to just hunt, but to protect his family.

#solo leveling x reader #solo leveling #sung jinwoo #sung jinwoo hcs #sung jinwoo headcanons #solo leveling headcanons #sung jinwoo x reader #sung jinwoo x fem reader

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vvh0adie · 10 months

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bonnet bust down

pairing: jungkook x reader | type: oneshot | words: 7k | rating: 18+/M

Jungkook is jealous of a bonnet (yes, gurl), and because he can't ever take shit serious —as if he ever has— the ultimate battle begins.

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Jungkook comes back from a recording session, swinging the door wide open till it hits the wall.

He stands there bright eyed, smiling at you. You, on the other hand, are surprised and slightly anxious of what’s to come.

A moment of silence goes by as light from your tablet illuminates your face. Then Jungkook lifts his fists up and raises his brows. You mimic his face, a giddiness rising within as you smile.

“I’m home!”

You chuckle, “I can see tha-”

He immediately rushes you, jumping onto the couch to wrap you into a big hug as he lays kisses along your neck.

Your hand shoots up, holding your tablet out the way as he moves to the other side of your neck. Jungkook hums, murmuring about how much he’s missed you. You giggle and rub his head, loving the feeling of his soft strands gliding between your fingers.

He’s your big baby. And by that fact, he’s crushing you.

“Kookie! Ah- You’re killing me.” He immediately raises onto his heels, staring at you all balled up with the tablet pressed to your chest. You’re so cute.

Whenever he tries to imagine you, his memory comes up short, always concluding that he can't possibly capture how divine you are. So when he's home, lovingly stalking you like a lost pup, he’s truly amazed at how hard you are to replicate. You need to be seen in person for one to fully grasp the magnitude of your beauty. And if you heard him say this out loud, you'd frown and shake your head. You're just too humble.

So all he says is “You're so beautiful, Baby,” and you giggle, hiding behind your tablet as your head tilts. Then you peer over the device, staring at each other's big, pretty eyes.

His beautiful brown eyes are full of youth and wanderlust. He’s truly a duality of man.

Just yesterday, you were on this very couch, legs spread wide and pushed back, feeling and listening to Jungkook eat your wet, glistening cunt, his dark gaze boring into you the entire time. And when he finally came up, his tongue glided over his pouty lips as drops of your slick dripped from his chin.

But right now, he’s so soft and needy. You truly believe he’d wither away like a faerie just from being away from you. Like he'd grow sad at the possibility of you not believing his existence or the magic that he brings to your life. So he needs to be near, reminding you of his undying love.

It hurts the way Jungkook gazes at you sometimes; like he has no control over how far he’d go to love you. And you often wish the boys would scold him to come to his senses, to hold himself in such high regard as you do. But you don't know when that time will come, so for now, you always make time for cuddles and kisses, like today because he needs your touch.

Setting the tablet on the coffee table, you raise up, cupping his face. Your thumbs smooth over the supple skin of his chubby cheeks as your eyes wander, taking in his beautiful visage: the soft slope of his big nose, curl of his long lashes and wet pout of his lips.

Your lips press to his with firm passion as you move to suck his bottom lip before peppering the top. He hums the entire time, making you smile.

“I love you so fucking much,” he says softly.

“I know.”

He whines, “____~” causing you to giggle. You peck him again, and when you pull back, he follows to push his tongue past your lips. You moan at his taste, your lashes fluttering as he releases you. Then you look at him with wanderlust. He cherishes every moment you spend in vulnerability with him.

You rub his cheeks. “I love you so much too, Jeon Jungkook.”

“You have to say the ‘fucking’ part.”

You snicker. Lord have mercy. He's so lucky he stirs such cute aggression within you or else you'd find the notion overkill.

“I fucking love you so fucking much, Jeon Jungkook,” you playfully growl, rubbing your nose against his.

A grin splays across his lips as his eyes scrunch; such a happy bunny. Your happy bunny.

From the corner of your eye, the tablet screen changes and you stretch to retrieve the device.

Your purchase window has timed out so you have to retype all your info. After sighing, you commence all the previous steps, feeling your legs come apart as Jungkook ducks in between the gap in your arms to lay on your chest.

Large hands find your thighs again, as he throws them around his waist and your feet lay against his back. Then he sighs, his warm breath hitting your neck as he nuzzles into it. His lips softly brush against you. And his body shifts against your’s, as he tries to get comfortable.

“I’m finna make you get up; be still,” you scold, slapping his butt, suddenly turning him into a mess of giggles and wiggles. You shake your head, still entering the info. You can’t be mad at him; he’s too darn cute.

You continue to settle him down by rubbing his butt and occasionally giving it a pat. Jungkook finally gets comfy, resting a hand behind your back and the other on your boob. It lays idle till he lightly squeezes your breast, thumbing over your nipple. You feel a light throb between your legs. Seems a cuddle isn't enough attention.

You feel him looking up at you before he kisses your sternum. Ugh~ he’s softly killing you, and yet if he knows, it's because cuteness comes naturally and he’s not looking to seduce you.

Finally scrolling to the bottom, you tap the ‘purchase’ button; afterwards your hand quickly finds refuge in Jungkook’s soft, dark curls. He hums at the way you massage his scalp; he’s really been needing it. His temples hurt from wearing headphones and listening to the same beat all day.

Jungkook eventually turns his head towards the tablet, prompting your chin to lift.

“What are you buying anyway?”

“A new bonnet.”

“Oooh! Yay.”

You laugh, “Boy, what are you ‘oohin’ for? You’re not the one wearing it.”

“I know but you look so cute in your little bonnet.”

“Well, this one isn’t little. I’m moving up a size ‘cause my hair has grown.”

He lifts to look at your hair in a puff on your head. It’s so shiny and defined. Though his mind drifts to your how you look like a little mushroom in your current bonnet. He finds it cute but it probably isn't good for your hair. Or rather it doesn't stay on.

“When does it get here?”

“In three days.”

“What color did you get?”

You giggle, loving how invested he can get into everything from your hairstyles, to your products.

You click the ‘x’ taking you to the product page.

“This one,” you say, pointing to the XL pink and purple bonnet with little Mangs sprinkled about. “Isn’t it cute?”

“...”

“Jungkook?”

“Uh~ Yeah. It’s got Mang without the mask.”

“Mmh hmm. Now, I have something of all the BT21 gang, but I thought I should upgrade Mang.”

“Did you only buy one?... I know how you like to switch them.”

“Nah, I’m feeling very purpley lately. I don’t think I’ll ever change it. Until it's worn out, of course.”

Jungkook suddenly gets up to stretch, giving you a peak of his tummy. Your hand snakes up his shirt, feeling his slightly taut abs and warm skin. And you giggle at the way he finches a bit when you accidentally tickle him. Jungkook smiles but it's different; more quaint than his toothy, cheerful one.

“You okay, Baby?”

“Yeah, long day; just tired.”

“Mh, yeah. Well, let's get a bath and go to bed, huh?”

He nods with a grin as you reach out for him to help you up. Then he takes your tablet, turning it off and tossing it onto the couch. His large hands circle your waist before he’s pulling you into a tight embrace. It lingers for some time as he begins to sway, waddling you two in a circle.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Does something have to be wrong?”

“Mh, no~ But you've been very clingy, Bunny.”

“…I just missed you.”

You rub his back. “Jungkook, since your break, we’ve been together for six months. Did a few hours really make you this needy?”

“Yes,” he grumbles against your shoulder.

“Okay, okay, alright.” You pat his butt. “Let's get to bed then” You grab his hand and circle the couch, walking down the corridor to the bedroom. “Little spoon or big spoon?”

“Big,” he says with little hesitation, stealing a giggle from you.

“Why?”

He suddenly whines, surprising you. He doesn’t want to answer any more questions; he just wants to hold you, keep you away from everyone and give you kisses so you know how much he loves and needs you.

He kisses your neck. “Because I wanna be able to hit it from the back.”

“...Jungkook.” You pull back to look at his grinning face. He’s smiling but you can definitely tell something bigger is at play. Though, you don’t want to push it because it's clear that he just needs your comfort at the moment.

✧༺♡༻✧

Exhausted from a long day's work, the infamous boy band shuffles into the room before scattering to sit.

Jin sighs, “Man, that's a lot.”

“You think it's too much?” Hoseok asks. “Mmh~ I think we could pull it off but we’re definitely pulling all nighters.”

Jin sucks in a breath, tilting his head. “We’ll, see.”

Jimin bites his lip. “Maybe we should cut some stuff?”

“But we already curated everything with stuff Army really wanted. I'm scared to take anything off,” Tae pouts.

“Yeah…”

Everyone sighs before the room falls silent, though, it's not long till Jungkook breaks it.

“_____ bought a new bonnet with Mang all over it,” he says casually, staring aimlessly at the ground, his eyes wide and still as his lips move.

Some smile; others snicker, watching his brow furrows as he continues to not stare at the floor.

Hoseok jokes. “What? You think you’ll be sleeping with me? What's wrong with that, Jungkook?”

Jungkook scratches under his lip. “Nothing ‘cept it’s on her head.”

Jimin laughs, “You’re acting like Hobi’s putting his crotch in her face.”

Jungkook gasps at the imagery, finally breaking his trance. “Don't say that~” He leans over and hits Jimin who can only laugh, finding Kookie way too cute.

They tussle for a bit; the others are completely unphased by their play; either casually watching or doing other things. Grunts and slapping fill the silence and overtake the blowing of AC, and staff’s footsteps along the halls.

Jimin finally manages Jungkook into a headlock. “Stop,” he says in a little pout, whooping Jungkook’s butt. The youngest suddenly slumps; his lips turning downward. He grumbles to which Jimin giggles, still holding his maknae by the head as he lays a cheek on top and begins to rock. Poor Jungkook seems to relax; now finding comfort in his embrace.

“There’s only one thing you can do, Kook-ah.” Jungkook turns to Namjoon who's scrolling on his phone.

“What?! Hyung. What? Tell me!” Jungkook’s face lights up, the fluorescence overhead reflecting sparkles in his eyes.

Namjoon grins at his eager dongsaeng. “You gotta make her forget.”

“...”

“You gotta fuck her,” a voice grumbles out before smacking.

Everyone turns to Yoongi resting on the couch with his head knocked back and his eyes closed. Suddenly Jungkook pulls his head from Jimin and crawls across the leather towards his hyung, sending snickers throughout the room at the skin sticking sounds he leaves behind.

“I do that, though; like three times a week. Maybe four with just foreplay, if I'm really good.”

Hoseok sputters into his fist, catching a glare from Jungkook.

“You gotta be rough and mean. Throw her around; call her names.” Jungkook just looks. “You don’t ever ‘Dumb-fuck’ her?”

“What? No, we have soft, sensual sex.” Jungkook smiles at his use of alliteration.

Yoongi tilts his head, opening his cat-like eyes to stare at their beloved maknae. His hand finds Jungkook's cheek, lightly patting. “My prodigal son. You can be rough and sensual.”

Hoseok nods. “You dominate her, fuck her guts up-”

“Whoa.” Taehyung finally looks up from his phone, brows raised and eyes wide.

“As you kiss and tell her what she’s not going to do. They like that shit.”

“I know women like rough sex… Just the ones I've been with usually want me to degrade them.”

“All we’re saying is that ____ might be the type to like a rough fucking while being sweettalked.”

“Mmh~ She is really receptive to praise when I'm just slow.”

“Yeah, that works too. Slow and rough. Drives them crazy; turns them dumb.”

“You mean to tell me you two only fuck slow and soft?”

“Mh, yeah. It edges her out longer before she cums.”

“You have a lot to learn, lil’ bro.”

“Slow and rough,” Jungkook murmurs to himself. “Slow and rough.”

✧༺♡༻✧

As the elevator door opens, Jungkook is glad to see that there isn’t a package at his doorstep. He hums a lil’ ditty as he presses the key code and slips himself into the familiar comfort of his home’s scent: crisp, light, and cotton fresh.

Kicking his shoes off, Jungkook looks around before neatly putting his sneakers in the cubby.

“I'm home.”

Silence.

He rifles around his pockets, retrieving his keys and wallet to throw into the bowl.

You’re not in your usual couch spot and the door to the gaming room is closed, so you must be in the bedroom.

“I said ‘Kookie’s home’. Your number one lover… Actually, your only lover!”

Jungkook walks swiftly down the hall, swinging through the bedroom door frame to meet the sight of you. You’re humming a sweet little tune as your hips slightly swaying. He smiles, wandering your pajama clad figure.

And right on top of your head lies the infamously adorable Mang; looking just like their father with their cheery eyes and bright smile. Jungkook does have a habit of being rough with the BT21 children but he's never wanted so badly to punt one of them until now. He’s setting such a bad example for Cooky.

“Hey~ Baby.”

You hum, turning around to give Jungkook a crescent eyed smile. “Hello~ Pookie.” You shuffle towards him, arms stretched out till you can cup his face and mark him with kisses.

Jungkook hums against you, melting into your sweet taste. He needs you so badly like his life depends on it.

Suddenly you’re being lifted and thrown onto the bed. Jungkook kneels onto the comforter, his fingers fiddling with one another as he looks down at you with pleading eyes.

“Please.”

You wander over him. Your sweet baby boy. You don’t know what's going on but you want to make it go away. You have to because, maybe once he’s gotten his frustrations out, he’ll confess.

“Please, what, Kookie?” His bottom lip juts out despite knowing he has to be direct with his sexual needs.

“Can I… Can I fuck you?”

It's so cute the way he’s able to cuss and ask for such lewd things. You can already feel yourself getting wet as your pussy contracts, yearning to bring him home. And the throb of your heart lies deep within your clit.

“Yes, Bunny. You can fuck me.”

You lay down, tilting your head to watch him; your leg rubbing against the other as you feel the anticipation rising within.

Jungkook frantically begins to stripe, pulling his shirt from smooth, bronze skin. The flex of his abs drive you wild, wanting to touch him. Then he pulls both bottom down, lending his hard cock to spring free and touch his lower tummy.

Your eyes wander as you bite your lips. He’s so fucking delicious to look at; you think you could cum now.

The bed dips as he crawls to spread your legs open so that he can undress you.

You watch him admire you, his hands roaming your thighs then squeezing your exposed sides. You're so soft, looking so cute in your lace pajama set. The thin fabric lays taut against your pussy, imprinting your succulent slit and your perky nipples poke through the matching tank top.

Then he stares at the bonnet. Oh, you're so beautiful and it sits so perfectly, protecting your crown. How could he be mad? It isn't the bonnet nor is it true jealousy or anger, is it? It's a deep sadness. A profound yearning.

You're so pretty he needs you to know how he feels. He needs to thrust his love into you like a subliminal that engraves itself upon your eyelids. You need to think about him as much as he does you. But you do and a part of him knows this but his ego says you'll forget about him eventually with all the time you spend apart. Though, how can someone possibly forget Jeon Jungkook? It's simple really because only you could forget the intricacies of Kookie. Your Pookie. Your Bunny.

Jungkook’s emotions heighten as he frantically strips you. You gasp and whimper at his ferocity; his hands feeling everywhere and nowhere, driving you mad, making your clench furiously.

Once done, you lay in nothing but your bonnet and plush socks. His eyes move in a frenzy around your body, taking in your luscious curves, plump pussy and supple breast. He thumbs over your soft patch of hair, lightly tugging to watch the cute little expression on your face.

“Jungk~“

He bends down, shoving his tongue past your lips. You’re overwhelmed, falling into lust as his wet taste swirls around yours. He's over powering you and you relinquish control, letting him ravage your mouth. He lets up a little, breathing heavily. He's so needy. He's about to dive in again but your hand shoots to grab as you whimper.

Searching his face, his brow tenses with worry. You lay a hand to his cheek. “Kookie, calm down. I'm not going anywhere, Bunny.”

Jungkook looks at you with his deep browns as you catch the brief twitch of uncertainty etched onto his brow. He needs you so badly.

You cup his face, bringing him down to kiss; this time softly and slowly. He looks at you through heavy lashes, humming as your tongue invades his mouth. Licking into his inner lips, you occasionally seal a kiss.

Then you lick the expanse of his tongue before sucking the tip. He whimpers, his eyes finally rolling shut. He shuffles his hips closer, lightly teasing your slit with his leaking cock.

You gasp, releasing him. He looks down, seeing you bound by your essence.

“Fuck,” he whispers, closing his eyes and licking his lips.

You rub his cheek, your eyes gazing into one another as you urge him to kiss again. He’s so cute and vulnerable.

Expose your neck, you submit to him, moaning as he attacks your warm skin. His lips caress downward onto your throat, nipples, and soft tummy. He chuckles when your hips roll from his kisses to your inner thighs.

“Mmh~ I’m sorry, Baby, no teasing.” Jungkook thumbs spread you wide, watching your slit open with a messy pop. And your scent hits him as he marvels at your clenching hole. You’re so wet, and velvety like dewdrops on a brown orchid. Your pussy is begging to feed him as a little trickle of slick pushes past your hole, steadily spilling towards your tight rim.

You hear him rumble, breathing his warm breath onto your fold before it's replaced by the hot lapping of his tongue. You moan, arching your back as he slurps at your folds. Jungkook nips at them, pulling and prickling pain for your clit to feel pleasure.

You cry as he pushes your legs back and tucks his arms under. Jungkook’s ministrations are slow and maddening, his lips kissing, sucking, and licking your hole as it pulses to make out with him as well. You squirm when fingers rub your blushing clit, sending your head back and your voice to ring out.

But you really start to claw away when his tongue glides into your swollen pussy, thrusting and swirling around. Starting from your ass, he sucks up all your juices before spreading your pussy to spit. Jungkook sucks and bites your thigh, watching the essence slip into your hole.

Coming up, he graces you with his wet chin then wipes his mouth. And you touch yourself, gasping at how you’re dry everywhere but your pussy. You lift up to stare at him and he meets you with fire in his eyes. He’s a man on a mission.

Jungkook shuffles to line himself up, swirling his leaking tip around your entrance as it kisses him to enter. He hisses, sinking in slowly as your walls flutter to suck him in.

His hands caress up your thighs till he can press your legs against his shoulders. Then Jungkook comes back down, resting his forearms beside you while simultaneously driving his heavy cock deeper. You clench around him and he swallows your cries with a kiss as your hand presses to the back of his head. Jungkook slowly fucks into you and your hips accompany his as you both moan against each others open mouths.

Your back arches as he kisses your neck to your sternum. Jungkook whimpers, loving how flutter around him. He loves the sound of your pussy sucking him in, wanting to drain him mind, body and soul. He moves to lavs over your nipples whining but then he remembers.

Jungkook sits up, pulling out to gaze upon his glistening dick. Your slick needs to be creamy white and coating his cock because that's how he knows you’ve been fucked throughly; that he’s put his all in loving you down.

There would never be a reason to leave. If only he wasn't so busy then he’d be perfect for you. But if you knew he was thinking this it’d break your heart.

Spreading your legs, he stares at your pulsing hole and rosy clit. Your pussy, so dark and ripe for the taking.

You call his name timidly. The way Jungkook worships you is something you don't think you’ll ever get used to.

He runs a hand down your chest, stopping at your tummy then he grabs your breast, squeezing your nipples to perk. You moan, making the sweetest face. Jungkook rubs your hips, pecking your lips before his large hands flip you onto your belly. He lifts your hip then puts a pillow under. Your arch dips and your pussy spreads for him, a lone drop running to your clit. He bends down and kisses it away as you jump and moan. He rubs your ass growling as he takes a lap.

Jungkook comes up to stare at you spread out for him; ready to take his heavy cock in your tight little hole. And while you think it's kind of early for this position, your embrace around his cock is comfort that he needs.

He slowly enters and lifts you up by the throat, pressing your back to his broad chest. As you sink down onto his cock, he kisses your neck and squeezes your breast as he fucks up into you. You moan, putting your hands atop his as you try to bounce. His girthy cock nestles deep, curving to glide along your soft tissue. And deep circles rub into your clit and a pinch hardens your nipple. Your head throws back onto his shoulder and your toes wiggle.

Rising, he guides you on all fours, grabbing your ass as he fucks slowly. “Jungkook~”you whimper before gasping when he picks up the pace. Your limbs feel shaky and your head bobs as you moan his praise.

He switches it up, thumbs spreading your cunt as he eases in before thrusting hard. All your holes clench and tingle at the new sensation and your toes clench this time. Your hand shoots back to run over his abs as you look at him with lust. His dark gaze and thrusts cause your eyes to flutter as you bite your lip. You’re close.

“You like that, Baby?”

You nod, whining, “So fucking big.” You hiss. “Stretch my pussy out, Bunny.”

He thrusts again, becoming harder till your ass slaps against his toned thighs. Your leaking pussy sucks around him and he bends over onto your back to finger your clit. You bite your lip, looking at him as your brows knit. You look so fucking cute.

“There we go, Mama,” he whispers, laying his forehead to yours. Your breaths stir as you gaze into each other's eyes before he licks his lips and kisses you.

“Aaaah~ Fu-” Your legs shake as they try to close but Jungkook pushes them back open, continuing his menstruations on your swollen clit. The whole time there's darkness in his gaze. You don't know what happened today but it changed him.

Though, it really shocks you when he enters hard and drags out slowly. You feel every sculpted curve of his cock, causing you to cry out as your head hangs down and your eyes shut tight.

“Ah- Fuck! Jungkook, fuck my pussy. Ugh! Fuck me, n-”

He grins, grabbing your hair while in the bonnet. It slips off after a hard thrust, staying in his hands. You flop down, moaning loudly. He pulls back and you leak around him. You're not creamy enough yet.

“Oops…" He stares at the back of your head, watching your hair begin to spread and frame your face.

He knows the silky bonnet serves a purpose but he loves waking up next to you as the sun kisses your golden bodies. That must be what Adam saw when he was blessed to gaze upon Eve for another day.

But fuck, do you look so good on his cock in all your natural beauty. He wants to see your face contorting from pleasure as your hair manes around you. He fucking loves “Day 3 Hair” because its that perfect inbetween of defined and voluminous.

The universe knew to birth him after the 70s because he’d have been the greatest stone to ever roll; always surrounded by fine women with their “Big Hair, Don’t Care” attitude and the tightest daisy dukes and bell bottom rompers. But truthfully, he only needs one old soul in particular.

He simply shrugs, deciding not to put it back on. He’ll gladly suffer the consequences later. And knowing you, they're never that bad; only making his yearn for you stronger.

Feeling his hands leave your hips, his own stutter, sloppily thrusting into you as his dick tempts to slip out. What the fuck is he doing? He’s ruining your high and surely his too.

You whine, moving your hips to follow his cock. Not wanting it to slip out, you rock back, trying to find a rhythm. But you can’t really focus with the incessant rustling behind you.

“Who's the captain now?” You finally look over your shoulder, surprised to see the band of your bonnet slapping across Jungkook’s forehead.

“Bruh-“ You go to roll your eyes but Jungkook’s firm hands slap against your ass, digging crescent shapes into your supple skin. Spreading you wide, sweet searing pain pricks at your hole, Jungkook’s cock threatening to stretch and tear you apart. You whimper, but it's cut short by a quick and forceful thrust.

“Oh! Fuc-“

Jungkook watches you gasp as your eyes remain rolled back. Your brow tenses, and so does your grip onto the sheets.

He grins massaging your plump ass, allowing his hands to glide up your sides, squeezing your soft curves. Here comes his favorite part.

Jungkook begins to slowly drag out of you and is immediately stuttered by the clenching of your walls; only dragging his veiny cock even slower against your soft tissue.

You yelp, legs shaking and toes curling as you close your eyes and bite your lip. You’re losing control, your body moving to throw your ass back onto his thick cock.

“Yeah, Baby, fucking take this dick. Fuck me. Put that pussy on me. Fuck~” he growls, his head throwing back and his eyes shuting tight. Jungkook rubs your hips, but soothing measures mean little as you cry.

You’re probably too far gone, so all he can do is help coax you to climax. You whine, clenching hard to build up the sweet pain of impaling yourself on his massive cock.

"I know~ I know, Mama~ Let it out," he coos, feeling you flutter around him; you’re gonna milk him dry and he's gonna let you.

"Mmh~ Jungkook! Fuck my pussy, Baby," you gasp feeling his tip glide along your g-spot. You contract, squelching sounds between you as your slick spills around his cock.

He tilts his head, his face idle as he licks his lips. “I got you, Mama, hm? You like when I fuck this pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes~ Ugh Mmhph,” you cry into the covers.

“Okay, Mama, time to make these pretty legs shake. Gonna cum for me, yeah?” All you can do is give an incoherent cry.

Bending down, his large fingers wrap around your throat to lift you back onto your hands. Jungkook sets a light squeeze before slamming his hips into your ass, rippling waves like the silkiest chocolate.

It's an out of body experience: head airy as if you’re ascending to glory and white heat blooming behind your eyes. But in between you and your lover is hellfire burning; a sin so painful it makes you wet from pleasure.

“Uh uh uh!" Your legs shake and you feel the pressure rising. Each stroke coaxes your pussy to coat his cock in thick white slick as it runs down your thighs and his sack.

You clench and he hisses, slapping your ass. Jungkook spreads you again, watching your tight little rim spasm. Then he drags a thumb from your wetness to massage before pushing knuckle-deep into your asshole.

“Aaah~ Jungkook, no,” you cry, your legs shaking as your hand finds his wrist. But he quickly throws it off, staring at you with dark eyes.

“Stop?” he asks, though, you quickly shake your head, making sure to give him a few pulses of your pussy to suck him back in. But Jungkook pulls out anyway, watching you writhe and cry. He desperately wants to coax you into overstimulation.

Maneuvering you onto your back, Jungkook comes down on top of you, bringing your hands overhead. His dark eyes admire your bouncing breast then his lips wrap around your nipples, lending his tongue to caress them with deep swirls and the light grazing of his teeth. Then he pecks up your throat to find his way back to your soft lips.

Jungkook’s thrusts never falter as you moan against each other, never fully able to seal a kiss. He needs release. He needs to mark his claim into you. So he lets his mind slip into his darkest desires to intertwine his soul with yours.

“Don't ever buy anything that doesn’t represent me ever again,” he growls into your ear. You know he's just in the moment and that the bonnet isn't really the problem. He’s just silently screaming for your attention. And you can’t help but scream his name as he sucks your neck while jackhammering into you.

Jungkook’s fingers interlock with yours as his wet taste invades your mouth once more, sucking and swirling. You’re overcomed, feeling fucked out; eveything’s dizzy and numb except your pussy.

You can feel every throbbing vein and drag of Jungkook’s cockhead against your soft tissue and you can’t escape the sound of your messy, wet cunt running down your ass and his thighs, merging you together in blasphemy. Through blurry eyes, you gaze at your lover, sweat dripping from his face cooling your hot skin, his brows tense as he focuses, the veins riding up his golden skin.

You hiccup his name and Jungkook stares at you with longing before pressing a hard kiss. Then he slips into your neck to release his grunts and whimpers onto soft skin. And his cock pumps inside of you, shooting his hot white load against your cervix. Jungkook moans into your ear causing you to clench; in turn overstimulating him to writhe as you milk him.

Your fingers lazily glide along his back and you press your face against his to take in his scent. It's so enticing; his natural musk permeating the air. You almost want him to fuck you again right away, but you know its just primal.

Instead, you lay silent, feeling and listening to each other's staggered breaths.

Jungkook’s eyes close to basking in your scent as well. Your hand cascades up to rub his head, but you stop at the silky feel of your bonnet. You manage a tired smile.

Jungkook suddenly lifts up. “It’s so fucking hot,” he mumbles. The band is pushed down onto his brows, causing you to giggle. You pull the bonnet off, cringing at the damp feel. It's already in need of another wash. Things truly don't last with a man in the house.

“Phew,” Jungkook sighs, running a hand through his hair. His curls have sweated out but it's not dripping like usual. Maybe there was an upside to his antics.

“See there.” You click your tongue. “You can't even handle a damn bonnet.”

“Pssh~ You can't handle this dick,” Jungkook quips, grabbing his base to swiftly pull out. Your arm shoots out to dig blunt nails into his arm, and you’re shocked as he grins watching you shake through an orgasm.

Jungkook lays his cock between your pussy lips, purposely brushing his tip against your clit, aiding in the release of his warm load. It sputters out of you and he hums at the sound.

A hand comes under your neck, tilting your head back so he can kiss your glistening throat as you reel. Lifting up, he watches your eyes roll back. He smiles a little; you're so cute. He like fucking you dumb now. Jungkook’s thumb rubs over your baby hairs as he watches your hand clench. He presses his lips into your palm to kiss.

You finally settle, whining. “I know, Baby. Your pussy’s still sensitive, hm?” His tone is sly and cocky. “Want me to do it again? Hm?”

You remain still, pondering it over, but then your head lazily shakes. Jungkook chuckles, “Okay,” kissing your cheek then your lips. You hum, wrapping your body around him as he cups your face with one hand while the other rubs your side.

Releasing you, Jungkook’s firm hands squeeze your curves then travel up to grab your breast as he kisses your sternum. He lays an ear to your chest, listening to your heart as he comes down like a weighted blanket onto you, shielding you with warmth.

✧༺♡༻✧

You two lay in bed as he spoons you with his leg thrown over your waist. He’s nuzzled into your neck, his tongue laving against your hot skin, sucking and nipping.

He moans with you as you squeeze his hand interlocked with yours. He grinds his soft cock against your ass, whimpering.

“Huh, fuck-“ he sighs. “I love you so fucking much.” His embrace gets tighter.

“I love you so fucking much too, Jeon Jungkook.” He looks up to gaze at your side profile as a grin spreads on his lips. Then he gives an open mouth kiss to your cheek, making you giggle.

It’s wet and sloppy. “Ew!” you whine, wiping your face.

“You like it wet and nasty,” he quips, his brows tensing like he’s the offended one. You’re shocked, titling your head to decide if he’s really fucking with you. But all you can do is chuckle before you try to roll out of his embrace.

You two tussle a bit as he tries to rangle you back. He pulls you closer, lifting up to cage you with his body even more as he attacks your neck. You squeal, your shoulder raising to shield you.

His determination tires you out and you simply hum at the way he kisses your back up to nip your ear. He maneuvers his hand under yours, interlocking your fingers again so that he can grab your breast, lightly rubbing over your nipple.

The room goes silent again as Jungkook’s arm under your head moves up so his hand dangles over your bonnet. He touches the silk material, eyes wandering over the cute purple chipmunks.

“I hope you know I’m not finna stop wearing this bonnet,” you finally say, turning slightly to face him. His brows raise as he wanders your face. Is he even listening? Yes, he is, your face is just his best point of focus; ebbing his mind to tranquility.

“You saw how expensive it was,” you pout, causing him to smile. “…And I’m not about to let you become some asshole boyfriend who wants to control me.” He finally looks you dead in the eye, his smile faltering. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, causing your pulse to spike a bit.

But soon he’s leaning to kiss you. “Thank you,” is all he says afterwards, caressing your face.

You swallow, now ready to confront him.

“Bunny…”

He hums, rubbing his thumb along your baby hairs.

“I need you to tell me what's the matter… I’m worried.”

He freezes still staring at his thumb. He's quiet for at least ten seconds before he tries to talk but his voice cracks and you watch as tears well in his eyes.

“Our- our schedule is stacked and I may have to leave the country,” he sniffles, tears running down his cheeks.

“Oh, Koo~”

“I hate it. I just wanna be here. I’m honestly so tired. I don't wanna leave,” he says, shaking his head.

You rub his face, swiping a thumb under his eyes. your heart feels shattered.

“I don't wanna do this anymore.” You look at him with shock.

“Jun-“

“Aht- I mean I don't wanna perform how we have before the hiatus. I'm ready for a change. I'm ready for things to slow down. I never had a reason until now,” he says, his dark brown eyes boring into you, intertwining your souls to understand.

You turn into his chest fully, wrapping your arms around his neck to press a hard kiss onto his plump lips. It's needy, all-consuming as you sigh into it. You caress his tongue with yours before releasing him. His eyes fall half lidded as if you’ve sedated him and he melts further into your soothing touch on his cheeks.

“My sweet boy. It's gonna be okay. We’re gonna get it sorted out.”

“But Ar-“

“They’ll understand. They have to.”

You smile at him, scooting up slightly to rest him onto your bosom as you rake through his soft curls, and nuzzle into his crown.

You have to fix this.

✧༺♡༻✧

Night life comes about when the sun sets, and the faint bustling of the city awakens you. You open your eyes to the pitch dark and your hands run along Jungkook who's still sleeping against you.

Your fingers carefully touch Jungkook’s face as you find his cheeks to cup. Still groggy, you press a lazy kiss to the corner of his mouth before trying again for his lips. You hum, feeling love swell within you. You also feel protective, wanting to be the only keeper to his heart. But you can’t. You have to call one of the few people who love him fiercely as well.

You look over your shoulder palming the nightstand before grabbing your phone. The light instantly hits you in the face as you wince and Jungkook suddenly shifts. Jungkook whines, embracing your tighter as he nuzzles your chest and his lips brush your nipple, eliciting a helpless moan. This is not your finest moment. You’re on a very important mission.

You navigate to your contacts, but the time catches your eye. It's 9pm. Who would be up right now?

Biting your lip, you’re about to make the call when Jungkook’s phone startles you. Jungkook’s head lifts, “looking” around. He’s actually still asleep, so you quickly guide his head back down before stretching to switch out the phones. You stare at the phone, a smirk gracing your lips. It seems great minds think alike.

“Yo, Jungkook, I've been meaning to call,” the deep voice says.

You begin to speak but it chuckles a bit.

“So…I presume “Operation Bonnet Bust Down” was a success?”

“Operation what now?”

“Aht- _____?”

“Uh~ Yeah… Jungkook's asleep,” you groan, pointing the phone down to stare at your Bunny’s pouty face. You give him a quick kiss and his brows knit as he licks his lips, nuzzling between your breasts. He's so cute, but you should definitely punish him later. “Namjoon, if it means what I think it does then yes,” you grit, squeezing your eyes shut. You knew men talked about things like that and the boys are no exception. But just the thought of them imagining…

Namjoon just hums, but you can hear the grin on his face. Probably thinking ‘Attah Boy, Kook-ah.’ And of course it would be him; Namjoon may think he’s quite suggestive but you feel he's the main perpetrator of the many things Jungkook comes asking you to do in bed. You’ll never thank him but you won’t discount his expertise.

“Look, we need to talk about Kookie in other ways.”

“Yeah, wassup?”

“We need to talk about your schedule.”

The line goes silent a good while till a book softly closes and glass clinks together as a light pour cascades into crystal.

Namjoon takes a sip of his concoction, hissing. Then he sighs, “Let's talk then.”

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locustonlioden-blog · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel Episode Rewrites

Episode 1 (will be doing all of them)

Take out the “precious daughter” line. This makes no sense seeing how Lilith ditched the family and Lucifer is supposed to be super distant. We get 0 evidence these were involved, doting parents that put a bunch of effort into raising Charlie. Perhaps change it to “And now, its up to their precious daughter” meaning Charlie has taken it upon herself to mend things, instead of making it sound like she’s been coached all along for her role.

Adam and Lute are put off to find out its Charlie meeting with them, not Lucifer as usual. The meeting was arranged because of the very important matter of an exterminator angel being killed for the first time ever, and an important discussion was needed. Adam is much less a 1 dimensional comic relief dude bro.

“So, are you taking over extermination arrangements for now on?”

“Uh, no...actually, it was just kind of out of the blue that he told me about the meeting and asked me to come-”

(seriously, Lucifer supposedly didn’t know about the hotel, or at least he pretended not to, lets just assume he does but didn’t let on to Charlie that he’s watching her)

“Did he tell you why?”

“Ah, no-but, it was really convenient because you see, I have an idea that would actually END the need for exterminations-”

At this point Adam is seriously put off. They just found out demons can kill angels-this has to be a distressing revelation. Now of all times, the guy they have a serious deal with chooses to send someone who wants to talk about ENDING the exterminations? This would almost feel like a threat. So now they want out of the deal? No way! He would feel a need to reassert dominance and get things back under control. Who do these demons think they are? Cue their aggressive mocking and song, followed by throwing Charlie out as they do in the actual episode. He doesn’t even bother to explain why they are moving the extermination up. He’s not going to talk to Charlie. She has not established any sort of repertoire with him that makes him feel as though she is worth having an actual discussion with about a serious matter.

Commercial subplot: Alastor offers a deal to Vaggie in order to help make a successful commercial for Charlie.

“You’re insane, I’d never make any sort of deal with some shitlord

“Hm, such a pity, Charlie will be so let down to see how you fail to manage her project even a day without her. She has to do everything. Why are you even around? Do you really think the princess of hell needs physical protection from a sinner with a spear?”

*sighs* “You making the video for me isnt going to help that.”

“My dear, it wasnt raw power that bent all of Hells sinners to my will. You seem to know me quite well...(this is where we can reintroduce the Alastor lore Vaggie game to Angel Dust in the pilot, instead of waiting until the Mimzy episode to give anything) ...so you see, I have no problems getting things done, and I would be willing to teach you. Imagine what Charlie could achieve, and how much quicker, if she had a competent partner at her side…”

“I’m not making a deal! And you can have fun entertaining yourself with an empty hotel. Nobodys going to want to come to a place a powerful overlord like you so obviously takes as a joke”

“Well, I WILL make a worthy advertizement for the hotel, but I’m going to do it the RIGHT way, and do it for radio!”

She doesn’t make a deal here, but the seeds have now been sown. Her insecurity and feelings of inadequacy and worthlessness are gnawing. She has little feelings of self worth-would it be so bad to sacrifice herself in a deal with Alastor if it meant assuring Charlie achieves her dream? She is tempted.

Vaggie uses a little cunning here. While Alastor manipulates the inhabitants of the hotel to give fantastic line deliveries using a variety of amusing tactics, Vaggie secretly records with the video camera. At the end of the day, Alastor smugly announces that he has the radio ad all ready. When Charlie returns, Vaggie cuts in and says radio AND television ad! The ad then starts to play and is cut off by the news like in the actual episode. Alastor was initially amused she tried to make a tv ad anyway, but he sees enough to tell that she recorded him making the radio ad. His smile tightens, eyes narrow, and he fades off.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel thoughts #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin critical #vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel rewrite

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monster trio and a accidental viagra !!

ft. monster trio (duh..) || fluff ish smut

okay. hear me out. i havent posted in a while but like like like… anyways thanks for all the love and support on these! thank u and enjoy.

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sanji :

“sanji, you never tried this thing that iva gave you.” you hold up a little glass jar with a winky face on it. sanji perks up and takes the jar and takes one of the capsules in his mouth.

“hmm. that sure isnt a spice.” he swallows it and you two presume cleaning around the kitchen.

eventually, you notice how he cant keep his eyes away from you. more than usual, which is real bad.

“is something wrong?” you ask. “hey, your face is red baby. let me get you some water.”

“no i dont need water. i dont know whats going on y/n.” he pants out. youre confused until you see the buldge in his pj pants.

“oh?” you smile at him, it was cute. he was loosing it. you wrap your arms around his hot neck and whisper into his ear. “its late, sanji. lets go take a shower.” he rests his head on your shoulder as he grips your waist tight.

“yeah, this damn kitchen can wait.”

zoro :

“which drink did you say was good?” zoro asks you.

“the one thats two below the one you usually get on the menu.” you say, taking a sip of your drink. you and zoro decided to sneak off into a classic bar while the crew stopped on a island to get more food.

“ah, okay.” you see a old friend and you two catch up as zoro orders.

“hmm, that usually isnt the color the drink is?” you question. he takes a big drink of the mystery drink. the bartender looks at him with slight awe. then she smiles at you.

“ro’, what drink did you order?” this was odd. no way he got confused from “two below”, right?

“the lustful dragon fire?” he looks at you. then you look at his empty glass in his hand. then you see the warning next to lustful dragon fire. “contants strong aphrodisiacs!”

“are you fucking serious.” you say under your breath. you decide not to tell him. you decide to wait and see what happens.

“y/n, please lets go.” his arms gripped your waist from behind. he nimbled on your neck. “i think i need you more than anything right now.” he grumbles. his hands cups your breast as the other roams all over you. you look at him to see a sleepy and extremely needy and horny swordsman.

luffy :

“are you sure you want to try this one? its got a viagra in it?” the cook asks him. you two decided to have a date night in a restaurant while stopping by a island.

“viagra, vagina. nothing i havent had before. it looks too yummy! im sure i want it.” he smiles at the waiter as the waiter runs off.

“luffy! you cant just say that!” you smile as you rub your eyebrows. luffy probably didnt know what a viagra was so you just waited to see.

“y/n, your hair looks really pretty.”

“y/n, you look cute tonight!”

“y/n, your smile is so cute.”

“y/n, lets go right now.”

you act clueless and agree to go with him. his hands are immediately on your shoulders and he hurried you to somewhere private. then you see the massive buldge.

“look at what you did pretty girl.”

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BAM: Flower Crowns

in which gojo satoru, your beloved king and betrothed, knows his time is best spent in your company riling you up.

gojo satoru x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k reader: fem (she/her pronouns, fem terms, fem clothing including dresses) tags: fluff, royal au, childhood friends to lovers, once again hes pushy n the reader's a lil bit hesitant but hed stop if she rlly wanted, vague references to violence note: see i was gonna do a few lil scenes but the first one got away from me.... but basically the period of him courting the reader (which full disclosure isnt technically courting bc that should be happening before one proposes but this occurs while theyre engaged bc Gojo Didnt Get That Memo but i digress) is just him being WILDLY inappropriate for cultural standards, everyone silently pitying the reader, and the reader having a whole ton of conflicting emotions but ultimately rlly liking it 😭😭😭

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“they say you’re inhuman, you know.” you’ve finished the flower chain. his eyes don’t stray from your fingers as they nimbly connect the two ends and tie them together with a final stem into a thick circlet. “they said it a lot that night. they said you were the gods’ fury made mortal.”

he snickers. “how dramatic.”

you lift yourself up onto your thighs, shuffle towards him further and reach out, and he bows his head to let you place your creation upon it. your hand trails down when you let go, drifting over his ear and along his jaw as he lifts his head from its bow to look at you. you certainly mean to pull it away but his hand beats you to it, darting up to keep your palm against his cheek as you settle back down on the backs of your heels.

“i know why they came to that conclusion,” you say. “you terrified me when i saw you.”

“did you think me inhuman?”

you hum, eyes tracing along the band of flowers now gracing his forehead, falling to rest on his hand over yours. “no. never. monstrous, perhaps. odious. but very human.”

Satoru finds you out on the grounds, tucked away at the edge where the manicured gardens give way to rough forest. The weather has been turbulent, but for the first time since the coup there’s enough sun to stand being outside the castle longer than a scant few minutes. You’d said that morning that you planned to venture out, now that early spring flowers were beginning to bloom.

You’re cloaked in heavy furs, layers of skirts and wool protecting you from the cold, all elaborate garments that he’s gifted you. It's adorable (satisfying) to see you dressed up in his presents. He tells you as much when he finds you, delves into the treeline long before you see him so that he can sneak up upon you and whisper it into your ear to make you yelp and jump away.

“You mongrel,” you accuse with wide eyes and a hand on your heart as you work to steady your breathing. “Have you no respect for your future wife?”

“Ah, she admits it readily now? Progress.”

Your face twists as if someone has struck you. He chooses to ignore it and drops to sit sprawled out on the grass, beckoning unabashedly for you to join him on his lap. You won’t relent, he’s well aware, but he’ll have his desires known either way.

“Presumptuous,” you say. He'd die a happy man if you kissed him as many times as you called him that, but in lack of the former he’ll be content with the latter.

“Sit with me, my queen. I've missed you.”

“I am not yet your queen, Satoru,” you correct out of obligation. “You saw me an hour ago, we ate together.”

“Ah, but every moment apart is agony.” Satoru wonders if you know how serious he is beneath the breezy tone. From the way you wrinkle your nose, he doubts it.

“You have a meeting with your advisors now. You should not be out here.”

He pouts. “But you’re out here, and if I have to spend more time with those old fools than you today then I'll throw a tantrum tomorrow.”

You roll your eyes, let out a sigh that sounds long-suffering, but you shift your skirts and ease yourself down to sit gracefully before him with your legs tucked next to you. His threats aren’t empty and you know it.

“Fine.” You look down, as if inspecting the grass, spreading fingers along the blades as you begin to pluck wildflowers. Then you pause and glance up at him. “Remove those… oh, whatever they are. Let me see your eyes unhindered, at least.”

“Anything for my darling bride,” he coos at you, immediately doing as asked. He’d have done so anyway, if only to watch you lose yourself in staring when he reveals his eyes, catching yourself once he blinks and snapping your head back to the ground to busy yourself once more with plucking your blooms.

“How do you see a thing through those,” you grumble lowly, certainly just to break yourself from being flustered. It works too well; Satoru immediately jumps on the chance you’ve given him.

“Would you like to try them?” he asks, but doesn’t wait for a response, mind already conjuring an image of you draped in every golden chain and precious stone gracing his chambers.

He removes them from his face, pulling the chain from around his neck, and swiftly transfers them to yours before you can refuse—tilts your head up to look at him and tugs your hair out of the way with deft fingers, eases the gilded extremities onto your ears and lets the pads of his digits linger on either side of your head before pulling away. Pausing in your work and tilting your head back down to peer at him over the top of the frames, you blink at him owlishly from behind the glass, unused to staring through it. Precious, he thinks, and wishes briefly to kiss you—but he has to be smart about kissing you, calculating. Too much attention too fast and you have a tendency to pull away from him like the ebbing tide. It's agony for him, wanting nothing more than to hold you as much as he wishes, but as much as he wants there’s very little he hates more than when you tense under his touch and turn away from him.

“They suit you better,” he tells you, because they do. You look good adorned with jewelry of his design. “You oughtn’t wear them in public, though, or all the courtiers will be scrambling to get themselves a pair. Just for me, I suppose.”

Your nose wrinkles at the mention of your newfound influence, eyes darting to the side and lower lip pouting, an expression that makes him cast aside all his convoluted schemes to ease you into his affections. He leans down to peck at your lips, kiss away the pout, gone before you can complain. It’s fast enough that you don’t immediately recoil and give him a lecture on decorum, or perhaps you’re simply getting more used to it.

Satoru’s attention doesn’t stray as you return to your work. You’ve gravitated towards flowers with long stems, he realizes; collected them in a pile on your skirts, which you seem to have deemed large enough as you pick a notably long one up and begin to string them together in a chain. You don’t bother removing his glasses either, simply allowing them to slide down to the end of your nose. The golden chain clinks softly with every movement of your head.

He wonders when you learned to make them. You’ve always been so careful about the skills you acquire, but he thinks perhaps your mother might have taught you. Or his aunt, for how much she loves flowers, and for how much of her time as queen (he’s been told anyway) was spent doing such frivolous things as making daisy chains in the gardens. You’re so very meticulous with your actions, every choice carefully constructed. He knows you’ve been doing that less and less around him—perhaps it’s finally sinking in that he cares very little about your actions, that he finds everything you do to be enthralling. More likely you’ve exhausted yourself trying. You’ve certainly exhausted yourself attempting to rein him in, though he’d like to believe you’re beginning to allow yourself to enjoy his antics.

Posterity, he thinks, will paint him as you do—bold, brash, uncaring of tradition, unapologetic in pursuit of a woman far beneath his status. There are a great many reasons you hesitate to marry him, he doesn’t blame you for your doubt. Certainly when he was younger he’d never imagined himself the type of man you’d end up betrothed to; he couldn’t count on his fingers the number of more suitable matches for the both of you in the eyes of society, but whereas in his youth he might silence himself and go along with the whims of his advisors he’s lost all sense of decency now. His close call with death and the coup he’d spent years preparing for had rid him of any desire to compromise, and he stands now in a position where he can certainly refuse the very people who once held sway over him. And you appreciate all of that, he knows it. It’s one of the reasons he adores you so; beneath your veneer of decorum lies not a lady but a queen with desires all too different from those you’ve been forced to portray. He’s always known this, and to an extent he can’t find it within himself to regret the events that have led him to where he is today because if they hadn’t transpired he wouldn’t have you.

Satoru remembers a time in his youth when his mother made a passing mention that she enjoyed a certain hairstyle on young girls—two long braids, tied with ribbons. For months afterward all the upcoming court ladies wore it diligently, yourself included. He found it painful to see on you until he discovered that they made a lovely way to pull your nose from a book and fix your attention onto him, and that he could tug on the ribbons at the ends until they unfurled and he could pocket them to return later by tying them around the necks of one of his hunting dogs and sending it after you.

(If he were the kind of man you’d marry without hesitation he’d feel remorse for his childhood actions. Instead he’s the man you will marry, and he plots how to steal one of your hair ribbons again and return it in the same way. For memory’s sake.)

“They say you’re inhuman, you know.” You’ve finished the flower chain. His eyes don’t stray from your fingers as they nimbly connect the two ends and tie them together with a final stem into a thick circlet. “They said it a lot that night. They said you were the Gods’ fury made mortal.”

He snickers. “How dramatic.”

You lift yourself up onto your thighs, shuffle towards him further and reach out, and he bows his head to let you place your creation upon it. Your hand trails down when you let go, drifting over his ear and along his jaw as he lifts his head from its bow to look at you. You certainly mean to pull it away but his hand beats you to it, darting up to keep your palm against his cheek as you settle back down on the backs of your heels.

“I know why they came to that conclusion,” you say. “You terrified me when I saw you.”

“Did you think me inhuman?”

You hum, eyes tracing along the band of flowers now gracing his forehead, falling to rest on his hand over yours. “No. Never. Monstrous, perhaps. Odious. But very human.”

“You wound me. I might die by your cruelty.”

“Die, then.”

Satoru makes a show of it just for you. Falling back to sprawl on the ground, he gags violently, stabbing at his own heart with an invisible knife and convulsing with his tongue hanging out until you shriek for him to stop, voice filled with giggles. He takes that as a cue to still, to fall limp as if truly dead with eyes fluttering shut—then beckons you closer.

“I need…” he rasps out, barely audible.

You indulge him and do so. “My king?”

“…iss…”

“What?”

“True love’s kiss,” he repeats louder, pursing his lips expectantly. He doesn’t truly think you’ll do it, and you don’t—you lean in like you will, but bypass his lips entirely and bite his cheek instead.

He yelps, just for you, just so you’ll feel accomplished. And so he can see your smile, hear the smugness in your voice as you say, “It’s a miracle, you’ve come back to life.”

But he doesn’t give you weakness for free. No, he snakes his arms around your waist before you can pull back, and uses the grip to all but pull you on top of his lap as he sits up. Perhaps it’s his lack of insistence on you giving him a kiss, or perhaps he’s simply started to break down your walls enough, but whichever it is you don’t protest. Instead you seem to find flaws in the flower crown you’ve gifted him. Your lips purse, hands coming up to fiddle with the blooms. He realizes that he can’t stand a single moment of your attention on anything other than him, even if your fingers are nearly tangled in his hair.

“If I return to court with a crown of flowers made by my lover still on my head, do you suppose they’ll think me less inhuman?”

Your face falls at the suggestion, eyes widening in mortification. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“It's far more comfortable than that heavy gold. And I happen to personally adore the artisan who made it, so—”

“I don't trust you anymore, take it off! You’ve lost the right!” You attempt to remove it, but he reacts with the very reflexes that make him so inhuman, uses that monstrous height to lift his head higher than you can reasonably reach, though it doesn’t stop you from trying.

“It'd be rude of me to refuse a gift, my queen.” Laughing, Satoru holds you back with ease, eager for the excuse to put his hands all over you while you’re too worked up to feel self-conscious.

“Not yet,” you wail. “Not your queen yet, you knave!”

“Mine either way, though,” he replies smugly with a playful tug to the chain you still wear. “Covered in my presents. It’s only fair that I get to display a token you’ve given me, no?”

“No, it is not. You’ve stolen all of my outerwear and replaced it with these, I've no other choice. But you will not return to your advisors displaying that—that childish trifle, I won't allow it, you will not expose to the court that I made such a thing for yo—oh!”

He tackles you to the ground, careful not to even knock the wind out of you, though he steals your breath the moment you’re safe in his arms by pulling you into a kiss to keep you from talking further. He’d intended it to be faster, but his nose crashes into the tinted spectacles still upon your face and he’s filled with such ardor that he can’t help but deepen it.

Your hand slides behind his head, threads through his hair. He feels you snap a single stem between your fingers. The crown comes apart just as he takes a moment to pull away, and the flowers fall to scatter in the grass beneath him, a halo around your head. There’s a little smile on your face, your chest huffs with quiet laughter, and your palm slides down to the base of his hair. You use that hold and your other hand, which has fisted his tunic, to yank him down and connect your lips again.

Above, a cloud passes. Satoru can feel the sun shine warm on his back, hear the wind in the budding trees, smell the bite of melting snow and the petals of your wildflowers, yet there’s nothing that could distract him from the feeling of your kiss. His eyes close, he pushes closer though he hardly needs to with the way you still tug on his shirt. His arm comes up to brace next to your head, just to make sure he’s holding his own weight rather than crushing you, and the other leaves your waist to trail down your thigh and grip beneath your knee, shifting your leg to hook around him. If your mouth weren’t occupied he thinks you’d be lecturing him for such an obscene display in a place where anyone could stumble upon you—so he does well to keep it occupied, refusing to part even as your grip on his tunic loosens and he’s forced to grab your newly freed hand to pin it to the ground with fingers intertwined.

It's the first time you’ve ever kissed him. He already plots how to push you into doing it again when he finally pulls away, eyes locked on your swollen lips.

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