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hoseoksluna · 4 months

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PRACTICE | jjk

pairing: dom!jungkook x reader

genre: smut; fluff

word count: 4.9k

summary: you make jungkook proud by practicing what he taught you.

warnings: jungkook smiling and being all dominant!!!, also manly as fuck, use of his korean name cuz it's hot, masturbation, reader is horny and just a girl!!, biker mask (gasp), edging, orgasm denial, oral sex (f. receiving), dom/sub dynamics, squirting, desperation, porn, use of a sex toy, brief nipple play, spanking, bratty behavior <3, degradation, praise, the beauty of cumming together, mentions of sex, aftercare

note: it's entirely jungkook's fault that i wrote this bc he made me h word. i hope you enjoy the very first of the many smutty one shots i'm planning to write!! i had the time of my life writing this, imagining 3D!jungkook cuz he's just so delicious there. my weakness. fuck my life!! pls let me know what you think <3 like and comment (reblogs r very useful but i won't pressure u angel). love you!!

side note: i rly fucking miss jungkook. that's all. byebye

Stars fill your vision as your hand works wonders between the softness of your legs. You are fucked. Oh so deliciously, majestically and colossally fucked. And you whimper once the wave of that pleasure you burn for unfolds within your body. Arch your back. Roll your hips. Huff and puff until you near your breaking point. Then you lift your hand.

The surge ebbs away and you sink your teeth into your puffy bottom lip, desperation scorching each and every perimeter of your skin.

You enjoy this. The smug on your face couldn’t be wiped off even if you tried. You've been going at this for a dozen of minutes, sitting on your dark green couch with your legs spread, one hand rubbing circles on your needy bundle of nerves, the other gripping your phone with all its might, how it hasn’t cramped yet is beyond you, as it plays a dirty porn that does very little to quench your thirst. Your closest friend for the time being, have been ‘for the time being’ for much longer than you care to admit, a small pink vibrator Pinkie, keeps you company beside you while you swallow every grunt and whimper the couple in the video makes. It's turned off, however. Resting in the shadow of the threatening calamite that your shaking thighs are. You can't edge yourself with it when you're this fucked, so deeply lost in the rosy maze of lust. You would have to keep the head on your clit for merely a second, otherwise you'd be coming, and you'd be coming fast but not very hard. And where’s the fun in that? It still keeps you thirsty, your insides begging you again and again for another hit of dopamine, for just one drop of cum. Well, your pussy mainly.

It’s a persistent problem for you. You get horny, you touch yourself and you come under two minutes or less. The hit so small in quantity, so weak in quality that you inescapably need more than one round to be satisfied. The situation is even more problematic when you get down to it with your boyfriend. It doesn’t matter much when you’re on the receiving end; you enjoy yourself, you look forward to his dick splitting you open, so it just cuts time. Although it does matter when he fucks you like the man he is. You clamp down on him, and he comes as fast as you do. You can’t help it. You’re so enamored with him, with his masculinity and his dominance, it burns your body alive. Who are you to tell your body no? It’s impossible. He’s impossible, and absolutely irresistible. Though you wish you could get lost in the pleasure, and you truly do each time you have sex, and it gets unfairly swept away from you. You’re just a thirsty girl. This unjust treatment pisses you off.

You opened up to your boyfriend about this and he laughed in your face, stroking your cheek. Told you it’s what he loves about you and you just rolled your eyes, dismissing it. Then he took your hand and sat you down again, offering you a solution that changed your life. For the worst at first, for the better the more you did it.

He suggested you try edging yourself when you play with your pussy. He showed you the ropes the first time, guiding you through a long process of denied orgasms, and you wanted to strangle him. You had to lift your hand when he said so, otherwise you were getting spanked. The joke was on him because you enjoyed the harsh sting, the roughness of his palm on your skin. But then it was him who was laughing when he pinned your arms above your head and confiscated your pleasure. You squirmed. Whined. Waited. Then he fingered you and you came so hard you saw stars, the orgasm just kept going and going. You were satisfied after one round. Problem fixed.

“Practice it until your body learns,” he had told you and you almost came again.

What a man.

The memory of this teaching lesson is what got you thirsty right now, actually.

You pay attention to the way the guy in the video squishes the tits of the lucky girl in the video and fucks them with his cock. You moan, lowering your fingers to your clit again and starting a series of slow circles. Your fingers are slippery from your leaking essence and the sweat on your folds from your marvelous torment, and it turns you on even more. You feel your orgasm coming, despite your pace, and you eat your fist in exasperation. Should you say fuck it and finally make yourself come? You hear the order uttered by your boyfriend in the back of your head, remember how long he told you to edge for that one time, and you want to make him proud (you do!), but then the girl licks at the slit of his cock and you clench around nothing. You want that so bad and you groan, anger and desperation creating something so sinful, so unhinged inside of you.

Resuming your movement on your bud, you pick up the pace because fuck it, you can’t take it anymore. The pressure, the anticipation of chasing after what you desire is so sweet and it fills you with energy and giddiness. Fuck jogging, now you're sprinting, clenching your muscles, nearing closer and closer to the finish line. You lift your knees, riding your hand, moans spilling from your mouth. You'd come right on the spot if it wasn't for the ding of a sudden text message snapping you out of your daze.

Your heart thuds in your chest. Fuck, did you not turn on 'do not disturb'?

koo: I'm here

You stare at the notification in disbelief. Beneath it, the guy is fucking the girl's throat. You screech, burying your face in your hands. What is your boyfriend doing here so early? You aren't supposed to see each other until later tonight, or are you forgetting something? Your mind is spinning, another denied orgasm taking a toll on you. Sighing, you slip your legs into your panties and your plush pajama pants, your feet finding their comfort in your fluffy slippers. Since he's here, he's gonna make himself extremely useful, you decide, putting on your warm bathrobe with Mickey Mouse on it and grabbing your keys.

As you descend the stairs from your apartment, the sticky wetness between your legs makes you uncomfortable. Your eyebrows furrow in anger. Does a girl really have to suffer in order to reach a mind-blowing orgasm these days? You scoff to yourself, sinking your key into the lock of the door to the main building. The key doesn't budge, though, and it almost makes you punch that fucking door. The lock has been sporadically working and not working for months, hence why the door needs to stay locked properly at all times, and nobody has so far taken the time to call someone to repair it. You kick the door with your knee and you hear a laugh behind it. You recognize it belongs to your boyfriend and you smile to yourself, finding the sweet sound stupidly cute. Your hand reaches for the key again and you turn it. To your surprise, the lock doesn't fuck around and actually lets you see your boyfriend.

Jeongguk is standing beside his motorcycle, black helmet under his armpit. Your eyes widen when they discover his face is hidden under a biker mask of the same color. You haven’t seen him with his bike in quite some while. He prefers to drive you around in his car lately. It’s winter after all. He keeps you warm, sneaks his fingers between your legs, rubs your pussy through your jeans to tease you because he likes it when you’re needy for the rest of the evening. Oh, and you eat there so icicles don’t hang from your hands. Food, that is. You get it.

It’s a wonderful surprise, nonetheless. Only his orbs and eyebrows are visible, his pouty mouth creates shapes on the mask that almost causes you to see stars again. Yeah, you think you could come like this, staring at his tall figure dressed in a puffer jacket and gray baggy jeans laying dangerously low on his hips. Even though you know how big his dick is, the size of them makes him appear even bigger and you salivate. Your pussy drools, too. You're about to get on your knees right now, you don't care.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to fix that fucking lock myself," Jeongguk remarks.

Oh, fuck. He's so manly.

Just one suck. Fuck, please. Just one.

You're going to scrape your fucking knees on the ground for everyone to see, you genuinely don't care. He deserves it for looking like that, for acting like such a man.

Your clit gains a heartbeat (again) and you blink up at him, desperation once again unfurling its flames under your skin. You smile behind the pain, finding the whole situation completely ridiculous now.

"I'd be grateful," you purr and Jeongguk walks towards you, smiling like the little shit he is, helmet still under his armpit. You lift the hem of his mask to reveal his delicious lips, piercing-less. You kiss him, moonstruck. "I'm tired of this shitty lock."

Jeongguk nods. "Noted." Then he kisses you again. "It was funny how you kicked it."

You laugh. He takes off the mask entirely and you both walk up the stairs to your apartment, though a pang of disappointment hangs onto your heart. You wish he kept the mask on. It was nonsensically hot to you. A lightbulb flares to life in your mind abruptly and you hide your smirk beneath the curtain of your hair.

Yeah, you’re going to make him wear it as you suck him dry.

Your giddiness extends to another level and you hurriedly walk up the rest of the stairs to your apartment, your butt jiggling under your thick robe.

Jeongguk walks in like he owns the place. He sets his helmet on the kitchen island and his mask right beside it. You watch as he empties out his pockets. Wallet, phone, keys, a pack of cigarettes and a purple lighter. Leaning over, he hangs his winter jacket on one of the barstools. His back muscles ripple under his oversized black T-shirt with each movement of his arms. What steals your attention, however, is the sliver of skin that he unwittingly lets you see as he fixes his jeans to rest a little higher on his hips.

White Calvins.

Oh, yes.

The dip of his spine on his lower back.

You lick your lips.

The smallness of his waist that grows into such a vulgar broadness of his shoulders.

Fuck, you do everything you can to not bite onto your finger; instead you opt to hide your drool beneath your hand as you continue to wait behind him, tracing your lower lip with the acrylic nail on your thumb, diabolical with your stand and your plan. Crossed arms, needy pussy and all.

What a man.

What a fucking man.

You squeeze your thighs together.

When he turns away from the kitchen, you leap to the counter. You snatch the mask and gaze at it lovingly. Such an innocent thing, and it made you this hot and bothered. You shake your head at the bizarreness of it all, but your smile remains.

"What the fuck were you doing here?"

You gasp at the sternness in his tone, hiding the mask under your armpit similarly like he did with his helmet downstairs. You don't understand where his abrupt austerity stems from, but it makes your legs wobbly, so much that you bump into him as you hurry to see what he sees, grabbing his arm as if to say sorry. And then your heart drops.

A round wet spot adorns your dark green couch, where you sat and pleasured yourself before he came. Your best friend Pinkie, sticky and lifeless, almost beams at you in mischief. A smile of your own begins to quiver on your lips before you burst into giggles, a tiny amount of shyness painting your cheeks with rosiness.

“I was practicing?” you answer truthfully, lilting your voice a little bit.

Jeongguk closes his eyes at your words, his lips forming a thin line. Hangs his head. Slouches in your grip. It is a stark contrast to how he entered your apartment. His breath quickens and you watch the raise and the fall of his chest. You realize this means only one thing.

"Are you crazy?" Jeongguk says, eyes still closed. "Do you even realize what you've just done to me?"

He finally looks at you and your heart drops further down your belly. Fire splashes around in his eyes, akin to yours. He straightens his posture, turning his body to face you. Feet spread apart, he crosses his arms across his chest. Veins prominent, muscles like strings oscillating on his forearm as he taps his fingers on his elbow.

Your weakness.

Fuck.

Your breath hitches in your throat.

"And what's this?" He points to what you stole from him. He doesn't take it from you.

You suddenly remember your plan. Being so absorbed in his masculine energy, you forgot everything. Even your own name.

"Well, I had this idea," you start.

He hums in interest. Butterflies break havoc in your stomach.

"And what idea was that?" He cocks his head to the side, studying you.

You started, but you don't think you can finish. Not when you're so wet that you can feel your slick trickle out of the confines of your thin panties. Not when his stance makes you feel like you did something very bad and the next word that comes out of your mouth decides your punishment. Not when it thrills you this much.

Swallowing dryly, you avert your gaze. Do you say it or do you play dumb? Sweat prickles at the back of your neck, eyes falling to his crotch. Those cursed fucking jeans do a poor job of hiding his growing member and you tremble, itching to sink onto the hardwood floor, itching to palm him through the harsh fabric just to hear him hiss through his teeth. The impulse to do it, to simply be a brat and do what you want while he stares you down, fills your every vein, but you know better. Once you hit a nerve, Jeongguk doesn’t let you cum (at all) and you can’t sit on your bottom for a week. You can’t afford that right now.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You need your relief, and you need it desperately. You will behave if it means you’ll receive it from him.

"I was thinking," you mutter, fluttering your eyelashes open. “You could put this on while I make you feel good."

Nodding once, Jeongguk hums again. You feel the deep vibrations of his voice coursing down your body, starting from your cheeks. They warm them and paint them in pink, then they continue over the swell of your chest, leaving behind little pearls of sweat, until they reach your cunt. There they strengthen the pulse of your needy bud and you can’t take it anymore. You sigh audibly, hoping it prompts your boyfriend to do something.

“Make me feel good how?” he questions you.

You look up at him. His eyes are lowered into slits, woozy from arousal. You truly did turn him on with the mere evidence of your self-indulgence. You buzz from this achievement, a puckish smirk appearing on your mouth.

Jeongguk pries the mask away from your hold, keeps it in his grasp and with his other hand, he unravels the knot of your robe with his fingers, sliding it off your shoulders. He cocks his eyebrow at you, waiting for your answer.

Fuck it, you’re giving it your all. Anything to get fucked in the way you want, in the way you know he can give it to you.

“I get on my knees for you. Play with your tip, take you as far as I can until I choke on it, then I suck on your—“

He grabs your chin harshly and raises it to his level. That’s enough, he said with that gesture and you leak down your thighs. No matter how strongly the words, ‘can I finish my fucking sentence’ hangs off the top of your tongue, you remain quiet. Obedient.

He cups your pussy through your pajama pants with his other hand, inching closer to you until his figure swallows you. His soft moan reaches your ear once he discovers how slippery your pussy is against your silky underwear and your stomach flips. You, on the other hand, don’t feel much where you need him due to the thickness of the material. It adds to your frustration quite plenty, though. This what you get for being good?

Inhaling deeply, he levels his eyesight with yours. “How many times did you come, hm?”

Your breath hitches and you lower your eyes, shyness caused from his dominance taking every bit of confidence you had left. His words blaze your insides—he knows you so well. He knows how obsessed you’ve become with playing with yourself ever since he told you to practice. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. The latter being more frequent, hence why you exerted yourself today. He knows this. For some reason it makes this moment even more intimate and stimulating for you. But you don’t let him know that.

“What makes you think I lost this time?” you retort, the brattiness slipping through before you could control it.

His fingers aren’t doing nearly enough to give you the relief you seek and you whine, grinding your hips against his curious fingers. Much to your dismay, he still keeps his pressure light. Pretends to be blind to your desperation. You let out a huff of air, hooking your thumbs beneath the waistband of your pants, anger fueling you on.

You barely manage to pull it down before Jeongguk turns you around. He locks your arms in his grasp from behind, tugs the pants beneath the swell of your ass and smacks your cheek, leaving a rippling effect in its wake. He then grabs your face from behind to make you look at him.

“Did I fucking ask you to take ‘em off?”

You’d come on the spot if you could. But you’re still angry.

“No, I asked you a simple question,” Jeongguk continues. “And I expect you to answer.”

You bite your lip and furrow your eyebrows. “Jeongguk, I’m so wet there’s a fucking puddle in my panties. I can’t take it anymore. Please, I need to come.”

Jeongguk raises his at your answer and hums lowly, grinding his hips into your ass and arching your back even further in this position. You moan distinctly at the feeling of his member, engorged and hard.

Jeongguk lets go of your arms and presses you against him fully, lowering his hand to wrap his fingers around your throat, the other around your middle. You love it like this the most, cocooned in his embrace from behind—you can’t see him, but you can feel him, you can feel the firmness of his touch, the solidness of his body, and you know he’s there.

“How many times?” he asks once again, more gently this time, lips tracing the shape of your ear. He rubs your belly to soothe you and you close your eyes, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. A smile, a mischievous one, much like the one your best friend Pinkie had, threatens to appear on your lips. He has turned into a soft dom for you and it makes you weak. So much that all you want to do right now is give him pleasure.

You begin to rotate your hips against him and he hisses, cursing under his breath. Yes, that’s precisely what you wanted to hear. You put more pressure into your movement and he slides your hand down your mound to stop you, his tongue coming to play with your ear. Fuck, okay. You listen, transferring your teasing elsewhere.

“Zero,” you finally answer, figuring he deserves the reward.

Jeongguk grabs your shoulders and turns you around, pinching his eyebrows together. “Don’t believe you. There’s no fucking way you’d leave it wet like that without coming at least three—“

“I was about to come before you so rudely interrupted me.”

His eyes darken and you realize you fucked up.

He takes his hands off of you and starts walking, causing you to walk backwards to your couch.

“My apologies.” He pushes you to sit down on the soiled spot, taking a seat right in front of you on the coffee table. “Don’t let me interrupt you any further. Please“—He hooks his fingers under your pajama pants along with your underwear and takes it off in one go—“continue. Make yourself come.”

You gulp. Fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing you ever heard.

He scoots closer to you on the coffee table and extends your legs over his. You ogle him. The manspread, the tent in his pants, the serious look on his face. You slip your hand to your clit and start rubbing, your eyes closing as pleasure floods you. Finally. You moan, and you moan loudly.

“Nuh-uh.”

You sigh before you open your eyes. There he goes, interrupting you again. A familiar buzzing fills your ears.

You startle as the highest setting tickles your hand in an uncomfortable way. Jeongguk, wearing the mask now, wraps your hand around the vibrator and guides it to your clit, interlacing his fingers with yours in the process. Fuck, he did not just do that. You’re moaning before it even reaches you, your walls clenching around nothing.

“There you go,” he lifts his intense gaze from your pussy to your eyes. “Now come.”

And you do.

You squirt all over your intertwined hands, squirming uncontrollably while holding eye contact with him until he controls you, sliding his other free hand to your waist to hold you down. He moves the vibrator to your slit to give your puffy clit a break, collecting your juices. Then, another wave comes: Jeongguk slips the head back to your clit and presses down hard before quickly fixing a steady rhythm of going up and down. You’re just holding it, holding his hand. Taking the pleasure he gives you. Convulsing, clenching and screaming, coming so hard your eyes roll back—stars finally coming to stay.

Then, you’re pushing him away when overstimulation perfuses your body with a blunt pain. You close your legs. You thrash with yourself. But he’s stronger. The hand that was on your waist lifts up your bralette and uncovers your tits. The same fingers plunge into your mouth and you suck on them, calming down, earning an appreciative hum from him. He flicks your nipple, touches your breast, the nub deliciously rubbing against his rough palm. Pushes your other one to the mix so he can focus on both of your nipples at once, holds them like that as they bounce in his grip. You lift your pelvis, furiously riding the wave of an upcoming orgasm that will probably take you out.

You lose the sense of time and space when you come for the third time.

You’re gushing, leaking, bursting, both hands—yours and his—dripping wet with your dewiness. You think you’re levitating, but his firm touch grounds you, and when you open your eyes, Jeongguk is breathing hard. He’s watching you thoroughly; you can’t tell what he’s thinking, features still hidden by that mask. Your mind is empty, incapable of forming one coherent thought. You’re completely brainless. Fucked out.

Jeongguk gets on his knees and leans towards you. He tears his mask off, sweat pooling at his hairline.

“How pitiful,” he smiles. “So much for practicing.”

He gives you a filthy kiss full of tongue and you roll your body against his. His chest rubs against your nipples and it sends sparks of electricity through you.

“You wouldn’t last. Not a chance.”

You groan into his mouth. He’s so close that his musky scent is intoxicating you, his T-shirt is wet and your core is pressed against the one part of his stomach that the cloth exposed. It’s so warm and soul-stirring to you. You whine from the overstimulation of it all, especially the degradation.

“Jeongguk, I came so hard,” you tell him, coming up for some air.

He kisses your jaw. “I know. So fucking hot.” Takes his groans and presses them in the form of kisses into all the sensitive spots of your neck. “You made yourself come this hard, I’m proud.”

You moan. So moonstruck. So enamored. So satisfied.

Jeongguk lifts his head from the crook of your neck and grins at you. You reciprocate.

“That was so good,” you whisper and bite your lip, stroking his hair back. You find you’ve broken the skin already, but you don’t mind. “So, so good.”

His eyes drop to your mouth, then at the pearls of your pleasure on your chest.

“So filthy. Need to clean you up.”

Your stomach flips.

He laps them up, collecting them with his tongue. One at the top of your sternum, the middle of your breasts, the long dip on your stomach. Pearl after pearl, butterfly after butterly breaking havoc again in you. You’re swaying your hips before he even gets to your mound.

“Needy again? I haven’t finished here yet.”

A little, but not as desperately as before. You’re enjoying it. Feels as though you’re allowed to. And you tell him.

He smiles. Starts a series of open-mouthed kisses on your inner thigh. Sighs against your skin when you play with his hair, gently scratch his scalp with your manicured nails. Rubs your wet thighs, sucking the skin and biting it. Hard and soft, the blend of it. You’re on cloud nine.

“Gonna reward you,” he announces. You suck in your stomach, biting your lip. He touches your cunt and the digits just glide. Straight to your hole that needs his cum. “For doing such a good job. Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He rubs it in circles, teasing you. Watches your reaction. You throw your head back, moving your hips in tandem with the pads of his fingers. Soaked enough, he slips them into your mouth so you can taste yourself. You mewl. Sense his hot breath on your pussy. Sense him shifting in his spot erratically and you figure he’s grinding his hard cock against the couch.

“My turn now.”

He closes his puffy lips around your clit. Swirls the tip of his tongue around it. Merry go round, you throw your head back, enjoying the sensation. Then he puts pressure around the muscle and goes counterclockwise. Now you’re spinning, unable to stop the sounds, inter-threaded with his name, from slipping out of your mouth. Then he decides to tease you. Widens his laps of circles. Reaches your folds, makes them wetter. And it makes you feral, the waiting for the pleasure. You grip his hair, grinding into his face. His moans reach your ears again, and suddenly it’s too much. He sucks on your clit, and he sucks hard. Lifts your hips in the air and just ravages your cunt, licking up and swallowing all that you’re offering to him as he fucks his cock into the couch.

He’s grunting, rapidly shaking his head from side to side. You’re obscenely loud. His thrusts quicken as do the skilled flicks of his tongue. It’s way too fucking much and you’re screaming, but you let him. You let him until he rams his hips for the last time, until he sucks so hard that your hearing sense leaves you for a moment, and you’re coming. And so is he.

You don’t even know how long it takes before you fully come down, but you know one thing for sure. That when he stands up and you’re blessed with the sight of his unbuttoned jeans, his cock dripping with last drops of cum through his white (almost see-through) underwear, he deserves to be cleaned up by you just the same.

You make grabby hands at him when he returns with wet wipes.

“What is it, baby?” He sinks to his knees in front of you, taking out the wipe to clean you properly.

“Need you in my mouth. Please.”

He laughs softly and you think that sound will be your demise.

“You’re exhausted,” he tells you, wiping down your folds. “What you need is sleep.”

You don’t have the strength to prove him wrong. You’re spent.

He picks you up in his arms and takes you to your bed. He covers you in your fluffy blanket, knowing full well you hate to be under the duvet when you’re just napping. Tucks you in. Sits beside you. Brushes your hair back. Fixes the blanket so it rests under your chin, and not over your mouth. You watch him with droopy eyes as he does it all.

“Did so well today,” he murmurs. “But no overworking yourself so much next time, arasseo?”

You nod. “We came together again.”

He traces the dimple on your cheek caused by your contended smile. Finds himself smiling too. “That’s just how our bodies work together,” he tells you, hovering his thumb over your bloodied lip so as to not hurt you. “Can’t be helped.”

You nod again, warmth swarming in your chest. “I love it,” you admit. “I love you.”

Jeongguk presses a kiss into your hair. “No, I love you.”

“No.”

He shushes you. “Sleep well, baby,” he strokes you. Kisses you. Pets you. Can’t get enough. Hates to leave you. “My baby, my love, my girl.”

You hum. Sleep slinks you away to its land, smile remaining on your mouth.

Jeongguk returns to your living room and gets some cleaning supplies ready. Breaks a sweat making your dark green couch spotless. Takes a shower. Settles beside you on the bed. Cocoons you in his arms. Looks for you in dreamland.

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k2ntoss · 2 months

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“Is this ok?” As they stare up at you from in between your legs. (Consent is so fucking hot and important)

“Please mark me, I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”

This with Jaybird plsss

well, here we are with more smutty posts for my people <3 thanks for your request, dear anon !! and yeah, get used to long writing bc i can't put my ideas in short stuff :3 sooooo consent king jaybird here!

"is this okay?" as they stare up at you from in between your legs + "please mark me, i want everyone to know i'm yours" + "spread your legs baby, that's it... wider"

it's been a year since jason asked you out for the first time and he's always been sweet with you, it took him a little to open up to you but there wasn't a time where he would actually done something bad to you. always giving you your space and thinking on your comfort, going at your pace with anything about your relationship. it's been a year full of soft kisses, cute dates and sweet cuddling until this night.

"are you really sure you want this, sweetheart?" jason asks you, he's sitting by your side in the couch, his arm drapped around your shoulder but he looks at you with his eyes slightly widened as you nod with a small smile, he doesn't know how your conversation went from your last movie night to talking about the things you liked to do in bed.

"i mean, i want it but it's okay if you don't, jay." you'd say with a cute smile, jason has been so respectful of your boundaries you wanted to do the same for him and you knew that for him all kinds of physical touch meant absolute trust on your partner and even more when it was something so intimate as making love.

"i want it too, but just promise me you'll tell me if it gets too much or if you feel uncomfortable, okay?" the way jason looks into your eyes and sticks his pinkie out for you to promise him that just melts your heart. when you hook your finger with his he leans in, taking your lips in a slow and sweet kiss, his hand running slowly to get to your waist before pulling you close.

at that point words die on your mouth, his lips devouring yours as the kiss grows deeper and his tongue trails your bottom lip, a soft sigh leaving your longs when jason sits you on his lap for a brief moment before he stands up with you into his arms to walk to the room you share with him. jason holds you as if you could break at the smallest movement so he lays you carefully on the bed, your back pressed softly against the matress when he breaks the kiss.

his forehead is pressed against yours as his hands slide under your shirt, the way your arms wrap around his shoulders while showering his face in sweet kisses makes him feel more sure of what he's doing and that's how it goes at first; jason takes off your clothes swiftly and without rushing it, his lips glued to your neck and collarbone as he leaves sweet pecks on your skin without biting or sucking on your skin even if he's dying to, because jason loves a little ownership and you notice it whenever he calls you his girl or when he pulls you by the waist when someone is being too friendly with you.

"please mark me," your voice comes out soft but a little breathless when he kisses his way between your breasts as he takes off your bra and he stops to look at you with a raised eyebrow "i want everyone to know i'm yours." and that's all jason needs because the conviction in your eyes tells him you want it.

"you want everyone to know you're mine, princess? want everyone to know how good i make you feel?" he asks in a low voice, a grunt escapes his lips when he first sinks his teeth on your neck and the moan you let out sounds just heavenly for him, they keep comming out when his hands travel from your back to your tits, groping and squeezing them as he sucks a few hickeys on the side of your throat, fingers rolling your nipples before he pinches them and smirks against your skin.

"yes, jay please" you nod and it just gets better when he kisses a trail down to your stomach, fingers toying with the edge of your panties before pulling them down at a torturing pace just to feel your goosebumps and he seems so playful for someone that was sweetly kissing your neck a few minutes ago it just works to turn you on even more.

his lips travel to your hips, kissing your side once he gets rid of your underwear as his hands pull your legs up and spreads them just to make room for his body between them but before he moves he needs to make you feel comfortable, he thinks as he sees your cheeks flushed and notices how you find it hard to look at him.

jason is a big guy so he knows he won't just fit really comfortably between your legs without having you to be completely spread for him. he kisses your knee lovingly, trying to ease your shyness a bit before he coos you.

"spread your legs baby," he speaks softly, a few more kisses on your calf as he soothingly caresses your thigh and it makes you feel less nervous as you spread your legs a bit more "that's it... wider" he guides you and once he sees your legs spread open for him he kisses his way down your thighs, kissing them both as he hears your moans and feels your heat growing.

suddenly the sight is just too good to miss it and the low moan that comes out of his lungs when he first kisses your cunt makes your breath catch. jason looks way too good with his eyes closed as he hums in satisfaction when he licks between your folds, arousal pooling on his tongue as your hand dives into his black hair, back arching and the high pitched moan that you let out when he sucks on your clit makes him look up at you.

"is this okay?" jason asks in a raspy voice, his eyes look glazed over but they still hold the same care and love he's shown since the very first day for you and his actions only make you feel more turned on as if he wasn't already all perfect he had to hit you with the careful prince behavior, always seeking for your comfort and pleasure before his own.

you nod, eyes fixed on his green ones and the smile he gifts you adds to all the feelings that swirl into your body because as soon as he goes back to your pussy you can only moan his name, fingers gently tugging his hair "god jason," you pull his hair a bit harder when his teeth graze your nub and he growls in a way that sends shivers down your spine "keep going, please."

and he does, jason licks and sucks like he was starving and before you get to call his name again he has two fingers teasing your entrace. he pulls away for a bit, one arm holding your hips still as he looks up at you "you just taste so good, love... and you sound so needy" he starts, there's a need on him to call you names because you told him you liked it but he doesn't want to push his luck already.

"mhm how do i sound?" you ask him, you know him too well to know he's holding back and the hunger on his gaze tells you you're damn right. he pushes his fingers into you, curling them as soon as your wet, warm walls embrace his digits and he finds that puffy spot that makes you moan loudly.

"like a pretty needy slut" he growls before biting a red mark on your thigh, moving his fingers in slow and deep strokes that grow a bit faster when he goes back to suck and flick his tongue on your sensitive clit, playing with you as much as you allow him because he loves the way you give in to him, how much you trust him to give you so much pleasure and how much you trust him to let you find his own pleasure on your body.

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luveline · 8 months

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Ok Derek angst what about a non-bau gf getting jealous of his flirting with Garcia? Bc ngl if my bf did that with a girl who I hadn’t met I would be super upset and then May be his gf meets Garcia and realizes she’s a girls girl and super sweet? Idk u can take it any direction

ty for your request ♡ fem!reader

You don't want anything to do with Penelope Garcia. Honestly, you wouldn't ever meet her if you had your way, but you're level-headed enough to know that she's important to Derek. Integral to his life. It's a miracle you put off meeting her as long as you had.

At first, you genuinely thought she was Derek's mom. He always ended calls with, "Love you, mama." It was only a few weeks ago when he shook things up to say, "I love you, babygirl," did you look up from the book on your thigh to ask who it was.

"Penelope," he'd said, like he was confused. "Who'd you think?"

You shrugged noncommittal, earning yourself a hair pet and a kiss. You lay awake that night wondering if you got it wrong. You'd heard a hundred stories about her and felt reluctantly fond, but now? Your boyfriend calls other girls pet names, what do you do about that? What can you?

You ignored it. And now you have to meet her.

She doesn't seem as nefarious as you've imagined her, springing from her seat at the cafe table to hug you. "Hi! Oh my god hi! I can't believe I'm finally meeting you, I've never been this happy in my life! You're so pretty!"

You wince at her arms thrown over your shoulders but reciprocate. You aren't a total bitch.

"Thank you," you say. She smells like coffee creamer and hairspray. She pulls away to beam at you, her lips painted a shiny, pretty red. "It's nice to meet you. Derek has nothing but good things to say about you."

It sounds awfully formal, like you're opening a bank account with a teller who has a shared acquaintance. Derek gives you a look. You give him a look back, mutual confusion. She may be his best friend, but you don't know her (and what you do know you're jealous of, so).

Derek takes your hand despite your off behaviour to show you off with pride, his teeth peeking from behind his lips milky white. "My two favourite girls had to meet eventually."

"I thought I'd be more jealous about coming second," Penelope says, eyes twinkling, "but I've never seen Derek so happy." Her voice turns scratchy like stretched linen. "He deserves the best, you know? And it's clear you're it. He's smitten."

"Maybe don't give up all my secrets, sweetheart," he says.

Seeing them together chills your raging envy. There's a lot of love there, clearly, but the sexual tension you pictured is fictional. "Girl code, my love,'' Penelope says with a shrug. She winks at you.

Insecurity nags at your skin like condensation on a cold window, "You've known Derek for nearly six years? Have you guys always been this close?"

"Well, mister muscles here didn't bother remembering my name for the first couple of weeks that we worked together, so he deferred to pet names. And, you know, he's him," —Penelope gestures to him as if to say, behold, drawing a startled laugh from you— "and I'm me, so. I didn't want him to stop."

"Hey, now."

Penelope shakes her head at you. "He always does this."

"If 'this' is stopping you from talking bad on yourself, babygirl, then yeah. I'll always do it."

You feel clarity break, the sweet taste of relief and the muggier lick of shame. Derek and Penelope have a special friendship. That you knew before meeting her. She's made a huge, irreplaceable impact on his life, and Derek has clearly done the same. They aren't playing work husband and wife —there are reasons for their affections that go well beyond the surface flirtation.

"I get it. Nobody ever called me anything so nice as Derek calls me," you confide. Derek's eyebrows leap up. You've never told him this; you're telling Penelope as a sort of apology, though she can't know that. "I never got asked out growing up. When he asked me on a date I thought he was trying to win a bet."

Penelope's expression flickers with relief. There and gone, quickly replaced by sympathy. "Are you kidding? You're so pretty, Derek's lucky he got to you before someone else did."

Derek kisses your cheek. His lips linger against the apple of it, your joined hands pulled instinctively to his firm torso. You might be imagining it, but Derek seems to know everything, so he probably knows the hill you've just climbed in your head. "Damn straight I'm lucky. I'm surrounded by beautiful, genius women. This is paradise for the modern man."

You flush at his touch and praise. Penelope makes a pleased squeak. "Ooh, you guys are cute! You need to let me take a photo. This'll make a great printout for your wedding."

"Penelope."

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khuzena · 24 days

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Not just a stone

Aventurine x f! reader

Summary: love, isn't that such a wonderful dream? Despite this, make sure to not get stuck in it. To be stuck in a dream is to abandon reality, yet this dream is all he has.

Cw. Angst, smut, creampie ig, no comfort bc that's boring

A/n: wrote this under an hour and it's not proofread so 🤷

“All or nothing.”

For most of his life, he's always been just Aventurine. A polished gem, capable of handling anything you dish out to him. Whether it be a heavy workload or cruel treatment from others; his luck seems to never run out.

So when you came around, it was different.

The way you gently took his hand in yours, your feather like kisses that tainted his forehead— he wanted to run.

“I love you”, a soft moan escaped your lips as you arched your back from the harsh bending he put you through.

He wants to see you break, to make you stop this madness; the madness being you treating him like an actual person, not the stoneheart or eccentric gambler.

But he can't.

For the first time in his life, he starts thrusting slowly, gently, making sure you're handled with care, as if you're porcelain.

He leans down to bite on your neck, a part of him wanting to claim you. He's never owned anything that was truly his, that never left him. So when you stare at him with a gaze full of lust— is when he realised he could have something for himself.

‘pap’, ‘pap’, ‘pap’, sweat trickled down his forehead as his digits snaked to your spent clit, the stimulation sending you over to the edge, is it so selfish to have you, is it so selfish to want you as his own?

Aventurine does a pretty good job of pushing people away, no one ever had good intentions with his heart.

For a man who never shuts up, the words are stuck in his throat— are they tears? No, no, he spent enough tears on the day of his capture of his old Master. So why?

“I'm close—fuck…”, you sigh between gritted teeth, Aventurine lifted your legs onto his shoulders to hit that spongy spot deeper. It's too much.

Only your wanton moans were heard in his usually empty apartment room. He'd take you out usually in fancy hotels, drowning you in riches till you forget how to breathe, making sure you're taken care of. He's silent.

Your hole melted around his shaft, it felt utterly lewd on how he shaped your walls to the size of his cock, he can't bear to lose anyone anymore.

As selfish, as shameless as it seems, he grinds his hips faster into yours, the palm of his hand squeezing your tit harshly as he wants— no he needs to destroy you.

“Oh— fuck!”, a wave of pleasure washes over you, enough to drown out your senses and any other thoughts in your mind.

Despite this, he continues to move.

His eyes blown out as he desperately chases his high, fuck. Was it really selfish to just taint every part of you as his so no one would ever dare take you away?

Tears well up his eyes, not because you feel good, but because of how damn good you are at breaking him with that stupidly lovesick stare of yours.

He needs to paint your walls white, to litter your skin with enough marks— inflict enough pain on you to make sure he's truly yours.

The bed shook with his harsh thrusting, was he really making love to you or was he just trying to destroy you enough to be sure he can call you his? He doesn't know, he thinks it's the latter.

With one more thrust, he never wants to leave this dream. Your eyes rolling to the back of your hand, those gentle hands who cup his cheeks to comfort him now harshly gripping on the sheets, the way you clench down on his cock like a vice— he feels wanted.

Even if it's just your body that wants him, it's enough.

But you always give more than what you should.

He smirks when he sees you writhing under him desperately, he's painted your walls white he's happy that he's destroyed you for any other man you'll ever meet again.

No matter how fucked out you are, you still had it in you to pull him towards you, to land a sweet kiss that he swears was just a dream.

Why can't you just stop looking at him that way?

“I love you,” again, a whisper so quiet yet it's all he could hear. He bites his lip in anxiety, “Stop saying that.”

“Why?”, why exactly?

“Just stop,” none of you moved. It felt good being inside you, just plugging your used cunt to keep his cum in there.

“I don't care, I love you”

He wants to scream, shout, and be angry with you. An aventurine stone is durable enough to withstand being worn in jewellery; it is relatively hard, so it should not break or crack easily.

But when you're under him, every second, it's like he's about to crack, so close to breaking.

He's being so out of character, he thinks.

He chewed his lip, the sight of you making him feel nauseous. You're as gentle as the sun, so why stick to him, why burn him until there's no more of him left?

Do you take pleasure in this madness? Will you leave him just like everyone else? He thinks you're a mind reader, because how else would you know what he's thinking?

“I'm not going anywhere”, you give his arm a reassuring squeeze but it's not enough, “Stop, stop lying to me—”, “I'm not.”

Droplets of tears taint your skin, it burns more than any other hickey or scar he could ever give you, “Why would I lie to you?”

Time and time again, no matter how many times he tries to break you, to own you, it's always you who wins. He might ruin you for any other man, but you'll crush him like selenite under a hydraulic press.

He can break your body, he can hurt and use you but he'll always be on the losing end because it would mean losing you.

Again, you find a way to break him with a few words, “I love you.”

It's not a promise, it's your truth.

Like the pathetic man he is, he cries. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I don't want to hurt you”, but you are. You are giving him something to own, not just your body, your love and soul. And for everything he can own, it's something he can lose.

“Don't do this,” he starts moving again, maybe it'll be enough to drown out his tears with pleasure.

Fuck— he flipped you over, then brutally jutting his hips into yours. He doesn't want to see your face, it's the last thing he needs to see. “A-aven…”

It feels good enough, good enough to forget the nonsense you kept spouting out earlier.

“Shut up, just shut up.” He's far from gentle, he needs to break you, he'll succeed this time.

He fucks into you with vigor, eyes trained on the bouncing of your ass, the pad of his palm slapping it brutally, leaving a fading red on the supple skin.

“Why do you do this to me?” his voice raspy as his throat burned from tears, from your kindness, “Do you really want to see me break?”

You stay silent, letting him destroy your body, letting him slap each and every crevice, every nook and cranny of your body; because he needs it.

You try to ignore the tears that dripped on your back, his aggressive grab on your waist. He cries.

His voice going hoarse, his egocentric behaviour no more, “Answer me!”

You lowered your head as he destroyed your cunt from the back, why can't he just stop this? Both of you are breaking.

The more he tries to break you, he kills himself.

“Please,” his ministrations slowing for a moment to let you think, you cannot ignore his pleas.

Out of common courtesy in a conversation to reply, “It's not my fault you are.”

Ah.

“I hate you—,” “Aventurine, stop.”

Your walls clamp down on his length, he goes faster, pulling your hair. At this point, he's trying to kill you, not just break you.

“Shut up, please…” he begs again.

‘pap’, ‘pap’, ‘pap’, you oblige and don't say a word. One more, one more. You can't see his face but his breaths got heavier, you know he's crying too.

Like a frenzied man, he goes faster until you can no longer take. He wants you to leave him so he doesn't have to lose you the way he's lost every other thing he's loved.

Cum spurted on the bedsheets, a trademark for your stupid little affair.

He pulls out, no longer wanting to be close to you, “Don't go,” are you out of your mind? No matter how many times he tries to push you away, you keep pulling him towards you.

“I can't promise that.” he gives in.

“You don't have to, just stay.”

“I have to go.”

“Please.”

Just this once, it's okay to indulge in you.

He stares at you with half-lidded eyes, desperate for validation. You stare back into his, with empty ones. Without a second thought, you hugged him, he knows you're all just a fleeting dream.

He shudders against your touch when you leave familiar kisses on his neck, dangerously close to the barcode of ownership of IPC on him. He can't bring himself to tell you to stop.

For all his life, he was Aventurine first, never Kakavasha. Tonight, he is not an Aventurine. Not the stoneheart, not the IPC's ornament. He is yours.

Enough time passed that you fell asleep, he draped the comforter on your used body. He can't bring himself to give you a final goodbye kiss.

He closes the door quietly, knowing there won't be a next time.

A voice rings in his ears, “Did you enjoy your dream? If so, leave a 5 star review!”

He sighs to himself, exiting the dreamscape.

Note: it's kinda meh since it was just a spur of the moment kinda fic and i forgot how to write good smut since its been a while 💀. I hope its okay.

Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡

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house-of-daena · 7 months

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zandik days? maybe just one of the fussier, tsundere clones though obviously, my mind isn’t really on study dates and research papers due in a month. i’m thinking more of introducing the cute thing to lingerie, to vibrators and butt plugs, to learning how to give you a proper blowjob and ride you.

dolling up zandik/clone with sheer lace, with silk, ghosting your touch over his new bra just to feel how he trembles underneath, a near full-body blush dusting over his pale skin when you touch wherever you please. he may bitch, occasionally moan when you pinch and fondle his skin, maybe he’ll even start begging for you to take care of his newfound erection that tents and stains his matching panties with his pre.

having him go a day without you inside and only sex toys is torture, and not just for his prostate/g-spot. it’s all too easy to imagine his sharp teeth biting his poor, plump bottom lip, leg bouncing beneath his desk doing absolutely nothing but make him more aware of what’s so buried inside of him. be glad no one’s brave and stupid enough to approach your lovely boyfriend, even when his cherry-red blush is obvious and he’s “subtly” glaring at you across the room. as if you’ll miss anything in this suddenly oh so important lecture <3

despite his eagerness to please you (that he denies), pull him off to give him a chance to breathe. poor thing tried to impale his throat on your cock without any training! dumb little whore <3 teach him to bob his head, to swirl his tongue around your tip to coax out any pre, watch him go cockdrunk as his eyes flutter shut as you finally slide back into his pulsing throat. teach him to breathe through his nose so he doesn’t end up choking when you finally gift him with a nice throatpie <3 watch it drip from his mouth as he tries to swallow it all to be your good boy.

oh no oh god. inexperienced zandik is the death of me. oh my god.... the ooo so mighty and smart cutie who's a bit moody sometimes just... nothin when u do things that makes him feel things he has never felt b4...

like cmon, poor guy didn't even realize that u calling him your pretty slut while he wears that lingere you bought him, makin him stare at himself on a mirror, hands roaming allll over his trembling body, skin red from sheer embarrassment, would leave him sooo hard and aching with need but u ignore the way he grits his teeth and glares through the mirror and focus on the way his cock was drooling much to the point his brand new panties were already ruined... and he acts like he doesn't like it all! muffling his moans and whines whenever you touch his erogenous zones... normal. i am so normal.

AND TURNING HIM INTO A DUMB COCK HUNGRY WHORE GRHFHFHHDD. .. zandik sluttification era where he can't focus on his research when you don't fuck him at least once every day... euagh... AND UR SO RIGHT.. just playing with him with toys for the day? it's 100% for punishment whenever he breaks ur rules or pisses you off! pressing a vibe onto his tip while he's all tied up, refusing to stimulate anything else but his sensitive glans, eliciting the most cutest, desperate moans you'll ever hear from zandik... only to pull away when he starts to jerk his hips erratically, thrusting the air and closing his eyes, ultimately refusing to let him cum bc he's been a bad boy... all his mental fortitude thrown out the window because he's sobbing and begging u to let him cum after you deny him his orgasm for the nth time...

having a toy deeeeppp inside his ass, the tip of the fake cock pressing against his prostate n the girth of it makes his insides burn from the stretch... he's near tears just by sitting next to u while the professor starts the lecture, and he almost moans when it starts to whir to life inside of him, vibirating with the intensity that makes his eyes roll back. his head was now laid down onto his desk, arms covering his face as he tries his best not to make any humiliating noise. then you'd turn it off, zandik panting softly under his breath while his thighs shake, before glaring and cursing at you ... but fuck, the risk of getting caught and the unpredictability of when you turn it back on inside of him just makes him hornier then before...

SOMETHING ABOUT TEACHING A MAN SO SMART HOW TO DO SOMETHING!! n he was sooo bad at it at first... always nicking you with those sharp teeth of his... but now? it's like you have to pull him off your cock for him to regain his consciousness, because he just gets soooo lost in bliss when he sucks youu off.. mouth soo filled, throat conforming to the shape of ur dick, tears streaming down his face as his pitifully tries to breathe instead of choking. .. i can just imagine him batting his eyelashes at u while u fuck his throat. .. so addicted to ur cock, always sucking on your dick before he sets off to his research... wanting to taste ur cum like it's an essential for his everyday needs...

so cute to teach him how to pleasure you, he gets so excited really 😭 he denies it so hard but he's the one bouncing himself on your dick like there's no tomorrow!

ahhh to have him as my personal whore ❤❤ he can't live without ur cock so much sure to stuff him full everyday to keep him and yourself satisfied!

#. what. what if we kissed under the moonlihjt bc kf this.#/j #/hj #/srs #/j KHfkfdkdgk #im #:)#ADKGKHNV sooooooo normal #sub dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #» asmo's thirst talks #ILL FIX TAGS LATER ON MG LAPTOP DJDJHX

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luvfy0dor · 2 months

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“The Mark They Saw on My Collarbone ♡⁠˖” Osamu Dazai x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; allusions to hickeys, bite marks, loosely proofread

Description; sleepy love bites from Dazai

A/n; AHHHH TYSM FOR 400 💖💖 It means so much to me to have that many people follow me for my writing 🙏🩷 I've met so many sweet people so far and I really wanna continue!! I hope y'all like this! 💝

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Dazai held you on his lap with his arms around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck while you held a book open infront of you. He hadn't moved in a while, so you were under the impression that he had fallen asleep. The feeling of his thumb rubbing against your hip had faded into a meer memory and his breathing had become more shallow. You were about halfway through the novel before you felt any movement from Dazai again, and that was the slight tilt of his head and his teeth sinking into your neck. It made you jump at first, but you quickly got used to the familiar feeling and entangled your fingers in his hair, sighing.

"You can't just bite me out of nowhere." You said, your fingertips gently massaging your boyfriends scalp. He lifts his head and presses a kiss to your neck, sucking on the skin and snaking his hands underneath your shirt. You dropped the book on the table and grabbed his hands through the fabric of your top, giggling at the ticklish feeling of his fingertips against your midsection. He pulls away from your neck after a couple seconds. "Sorry, babe, I can't help it." He mumbles sleepily, blowing over the dark mark he left. "Your skin just tastes so good." He murmurs, his eyes fluttering open. "For real?" You ask, turning around towards him. "Not particularly." He gives you a small smile, taking the opportunity to pull you in for a kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. You fully rotated your body in order to straddle him, only breaking away from his kiss for a few seconds at a time. His fingers traced shapes across the small of your back, lazily drawing small hearts and stars into your flesh.

You pulled away after a minute, pushing his bangs back and looking into his pretty, brown eyes. Neither of you said a word, but the sound of your heartbeats filled the silence. You leaned in and kissed along his jawline while twirling the hair on the nape of his neck around your fingers. You trailed down towards his neck, leaving nips and pretty, maroon, bruises in your wake. He hummed quietly and you could feel the soft vibration of his vocal cords against your lips and tongue. His lips parted and he let out a quiet groan, his lips tugging upward to form a smirk. "You're such a tease.." he says, holding the back of your head. You can't help but pull away, laughing under your breath. "Yeah, because I'm the one who bit the other first." You respond, wrapping your arms around his torso with your head on his shoulder. "That sounds like something a little tease would say." He says with a grin, resting his head on top of yours. You roll your eyes and stroke up and down his back. Both of your heartbeats were starting to calm down as you laid with eachother, bodies intertwined on the comfortable sofa with your love for one another warming up the rooom.

A/n; alr chat sorry this is posted later than my usual time by like,,, idk 4 hrs as of lately 😭 it's also really short bc it was supposed to be a 4 charactdr post but i scrapped it because i didnt wanna write all that these past few days

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ghouljams · 9 months

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GHOUL I LOVE YOU BUT I’VE JUST BEEN BINGE READING (i don’t get yer notifs for some reason) AND I STUMBLED ACROSS DIE AND GHOST AND YOU CUT IT OFF RIGHT WHEN THEY WERE GONNA FUCK (or i assume so) AND SO

… may i humbly ask . may i . my lord ? my liege ? may we … get a snippet of Die and Ghosty . bc somehow i feel like their sex would either be Feral or Barely Enough To Call Sex and no in between

God yeah what would their sex be like? I think Die is so starved at this point that she's liable to try and drain Ghost dry, but at the same time she can't because he's technically in charge of her so she really has to ration because she doesn't know how much Ghost can take... hmm

The issue is that Ghost is an absolute bastard who's been eyeing his demon since she showed up.

Ghost grinds against you, and you hitch your legs around his waist, ankles crossed behind his back to keep him held tight and close. You're too quick to magic your skirts away.

"This what you needed? Cock keeps you off the corpses, yeah?" He murmurs, you nod and tilt your hips for a better angle. The tight hold you have on your control is fraying each time he rocks his clothed cock against your bare cunt. The desperate need he inspires in you, it's like dangling a gourmet meal in front of a starving child. You only have so much willpower, and being a demon cuts your desire to maintain it in half. You love frottage as much as the next demon but this isn't going to sate your hunger.

Your fingers fly to the waistband of his sweats, you dont want to rip the soft grey fabric under your all too eager hand, but some sacrifices must be made. Ghost stops his movements, letting you push his pants down, your fingers splayed greedily against the deep v of his hips, his skin warm and tight over the muscles if his stomach.

"Come on sweetheart, almost there," he teases, hardly twitching to help you towards your goal. With how little work he lets you do in the field you're surprised he's making you work for your dinner. You slide your hand lower, fingers wrapping around Ghost's rapidly hardening cock. He stays held for you even as you stroke him under his pants, but you can feel the way his muscles ache with the desire to thrust into your hand. All that delicious desire he's let build for you drools out the tip of his cock into your hand, slicking your grip so nicely you'd think it was magic. And who's to say it isnt?

You squeeze him a little harder than you normally would and he groans. Ghost hovers over you, his eyes dark through the opening of his balaclava. You suppose it's good he still wears it around you. You'd hate for him to be too familiar with the demon attached to his immortal soul.

Your lips part, head tipping to follow the way his eyes roll while you stroke his cock. Your thumb rubs against his stomach, dragging through his coarse pubic hair, feeling the muscles jump at your touch. He hums, his hips twitching forward into your hand. You make a similar questioning noise, half teasing him. Oh he feels good under your hands. You can only imagine what he'll feel like inside of you.

"Ah," you drop your chin to your chest as Ghost drops his head, his breathing beginning to grow heavier. You quite like the way his shoulders twitch, his biceps flexing as he holds himself still over you. "I thought you were going to fuck me," you coo, grip punishing as you stroke his fat cock. He deserves it for starving you.

"What're you doing to me," Ghost's voice is just at the edge of slurring, he sounds good like this. Although you quite like when he's barking orders too. He wanted to stay still and tease you, you're perfectly happy to enforce that magically.

"Nothing you weren't doing yourself." You breathe in his desire, feeling it fill your lungs as he shakes with repressed movement. Ghost grits his teeth, he could break the spell if he really wanted. You only hold so much power over your commanding officer after all. You'd almost think he likes this.

Ghost hisses out a breath through his teeth, and fixes you with a glare. His patience apparently having worn as thin as yours. Your good humor hitches, tumbling to simmer in your stomach. Your hand stills and your lieutenant bursts into motion.

Ghost's fingers wrap around your neck, pressing you hard against the mattress as he folds you in half. "Cheeky little bitch," he growls, your hands going to grip his wrist. You gasp, feeling him slick his cock against your wet cunt. The heavy heat of his cock drags through your folds, the blunt head catching against your hole again and again. He bumps against your clit and you jerk. He's still teasing you.

You open your mouth to complain and he spits into it, grip on your neck tightening to keep you from making a sound as he pushes every inch of his girthy cock into you. You want to scream at the way he breaks you open, forces your cunt to make room for him, but you can barely gasp for air. It hurts, the burn of the stretch pooling warmth through your muscles. You try to find purchase to claw at him but you're torn between the hand keeping you from drawing a breath and the cock dragging its veins against the aching walls of your cunt.

"Tha's it, you can take it." Ghost tells you as he bottoms out, grinding his cock deep inside you. He barely gives you time to adjust to him, his hips snapping another hard thrust, another mind breaking, pussy filling stretch. The worst part is he's right. You're made for this, made for him, and you love it. Slick gushes around him, working to ease the slide of his cock into you, and you clench around the length of him. Trying to keep him inside, trying to stay full.

His balls smack against your ass as he sets a punishing pace. His cock pounding deep into you, hitting your soft spots, veins dragging against your gummy insides, pouring aggression and desperation into you. He's using you like a toy, just like he should. You're his. His demon, a tool for him to use, to become an even more deadly force. He fucks you like he hopes it kills you. The slick sound of his cock pushing into your cunt filling the room under his panting groans.

Black fuzzes the edges of your vision, eyes rolling back as he shifts the angle of his hips to hit that toe curling sweet spot. You tap his wrist, feel his grip loosen enough for you to take a breath. Your throat is raw as you gasp and cough. He barely gives you a moment to collect a breath before his cock is forcing whines from you.

"Fuck, Ghost," you moan, tipping your head back, unable to arch when he's forcing you down against the bed. You stare at the barrack wall, at the way the light casts shadows over the stone. The spring in your stomach coiling tighter, your cunt gushing more slick with each punishing thrust of Ghost's cock, coating your thighs and dripping onto the bed.

You had no doubt that Ghost deserved you, but... the shadows. The stretch of black wings across the wall, the arching horns of a broken halo, the very devil himself in human form reflected in Ghost's shadow. The angel of death.

"God," you breath in awe. Ghost grabs your face, forces you to look at him, his eyes like molten rock. The heat from them drips into your veins. Makes sweat bead on your skin.

"He's not here sweetheart," Ghost tells you, and you abandon clawing at his grip on your throat to grab his face. You pull him down to kiss him through the mask, hardly caring that it's fabric and not lips you're kissing. Ghost pulls back, his hand leaving your throat to pull the balaclava up, before he's kissing you properly. Messy. Desperate. Hungry.

He snakes a hand between you to circle his thumb over your clit and you jerk against him. Sparks shoot up your spine, your hips bucking to follow the thrust of his cock. Your legs are starting to shake, cunt clenching around him as you whimper. "Good girl," he mumbles between kisses, "pretty little slag. Let me feel you."

You gasp against his lips, shuddering at what you're sure he didn't mean as an order. It pulls you just the same. Drags you through the heat and pops the lever on your orgasm, the spring unrolling as you shake under him. Ghost fucks you through it, his pace never slowing from the mad desperation, chasing his own release. He presses his hips hard against you, stilling with a low groan, his cock buried deep inside your clenching cunt. You feel his cum fill you, hot and thick. Deep shallow thrusts pumping you full as the rush of potent magical energy from Ghost's release fills your stomach better than any physical meal could.

Ghost takes a moment, enjoying the soft warmth of your cunt before pulling out. He tries to ignore the soft look in your eye as he rolls off of you to settle back on the bed. It's easier to ignore than the-

"You purring?" He asks, feeling you stretch next to him.

"Don't worry about it," you mumble, moving to cuddle up against his chest. Ghost raises an arm to wrap around you, keeping you held close as you tug his sweats back up. Maybe this demon thing isn't so bad.

#simon ghost riley #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #demon!darlings au #oc: die #wow this was really long i just kept fucking writing it #like i couldnt figure out how to get their relationship into bed #and i kept thinking about their relationship in the field how that would translate off the field #because their dynamic is very push and pull #and ghost has been reluctant to give Die anything up until now #it grosses him out to watch die eat organs so he switches her over to a sex diet lol

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thedancingcostumeyoungadult · 2 years

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Memorized

Spencer wants to test your memory, and to do so he gets a little creative

Warnings: smut, mild impact play, d/s dynamics, pet names, teeny bit of a praise kink, unprotected sex

Totally didn’t write this bc I was stressed about an audition lmao

"Recite it to me." Spencer growls in my ear.

"What?" I gasp as another thrust of his hips threatens to knock the air out of my lungs. He grits his teeth as his fingers dig into my hips.

"The monologue. Recite it." A moan bubbles in my chest as he changes his angle.

"You want me to recite my audition material while you're fucking me?" A sharp smack to my cheek has me gasping, the tingling pain only adding to the pleasure as his hand wraps around my throat.

"Language. And yes, I want to hear you try to remember Shakespeare while I'm fucking you stupid." Fuck, that shouldn't be as hot as it is. His pace picks up, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in my ears as my fuzzy brain tries to recall the words.

"I can't remember how it starts." I whine, arching my back to take him deeper.

"'Say that-'" He starts, but I cut him off, the words tumbling from my lips.

"Say that upon the altar of her beauty

You sacrifice your tears, your sighs, your heart." His lips attach to my neck, scorching hot and insistent. I suck air in, trying to pull my brain back to functionality.

"Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears

Moist it again, and frame some feeling line

That may discover such integrity." I cry out as his lips, which have been trailing slowly downwards, find the peak of my breast and wrap around my hardened nipple.

"Keep going." He orders, barely lifting his lips from my flesh as I squirm under him.

"For Orpheus lute was strung with poets sinews," I obey as the commanding tone sends fresh waves of liquid heat through my core, "whose golden touch could soften steel and stones

Make tigers tame and huge leviathans

Forsake unsounded depths and dance on sands." An airy, floaty feeling expands in my chest at the sensation of his teeth grazing my skin.

"After your dire-lamenting elegies,

Visit by night your lady's chamber-window

With some sweet concert; to their instruments

Tune a deploring dump; the night's dead silence

Will well become such sweet-complaining grievance." My legs begin to shake as he fucks me open, my hands clutching desperately at his curls.

"This, or else nothing, will inherit her." Spencer lets my breast fall from his mouth with a pop, moving instead to press a scorching kiss to my lips.

"Good girl," he murmurs, my chest swelling with the praise, "do you want to cum now?"

"Oh, god Spencer, yes, please please please can I cum?" My cries are whimpering and pathetic but I don't care, too blissed out at the sensation of his cock splitting me open to worry about that.

"Okay, go on, cum for me sweetheart." The wave rises and breaks, washing me in bright, rosy pleasure. Spencer groans as I shudder and clench around him, following me quickly over the edge. I whimper as I feel his cock twitch inside me, filling me with his hot, sticky seed. My whole body feels warm and pleasantly heavy, the throbbing heat in my core mellowing into a soft, hazy glow. Spencer’s kisses turn sweet and slow, trailing up and down my neck and across my jaw, the shadow of stubble on his lip tickling as it brushes over my skin.

“See? I told you you had it memorized.”

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#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fic #spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!readr #spencer reid x reader #jeanie writes

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n3onwraith · 2 months

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I forgot to post that I drew Needles! You can't tell, I haven't made the HC doodles comprehensive yet, but hisbneedles hide under his skin and eject when needed, like those spike traps but millions of needles!

I'm gonna put all my HCs below the cut just to spare yall

He's def a natural redhead to me, but bleached it a lot before becoming an avatar

Technically, this would only be his human disguise thing. Full eldritch is reserved for attacking ppl and defense, which is rarer than attacking people, and in that form he's all lanky with all his needles out all the time like a fucked up longhorse and pincushion had a baby and it got possessed

He just has no sense of pain most of the time, at least related to intrinsic issues. Getting stabbed or shot hurts, but when his bones constantly break as Eldritch Needles or when his limbs fall off (like Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas) he doesn't feel all the pain, just a tinge or a pinch

Can remove his needles from his skin, but their 'slot' stays open until he puts them back or replaces them (like shark teeth, he grows them but can also swap them out for found ones) and he uses that to sew himself back together as needed

Lots of piercings, most home-done. Really only his lobe and one of three cartilage rings is professional, he did the rest as an angsty teen for fun

Was turned as a late teen/in his early twenties, and therefore his disguise stays looking that age because that's the only way he really remembers who he is and what he looked like. Eldritch Needles is just a fucked up skinsuit really, a puppet for what he needs to do, and Needles himself can't remember or guess what he would look like by now (bones, probably, with his luck, but he was taken as an avatar/eldritch in the 90s/early 2000s so realistically only around 40-50 or so)

Got in a ton of accidents as a kid, always was and always is banged up somehow

Flashes his needles and puffs up on instinct when things piss him off, has to stop himself from doing it around people

A gifted kid for the institute who ended up being neglected outside of schoolwork and what he could do (projection?)

Glitters in the sunlight even with the needles put away. Its just bcs he's got so much metal in him and the sunlight catches the slots weird enough to glint briefly

The jacket reacts the same way his hair and needles do, like an external organ, but it's only due to it being part of his avatar influence shit and its not actually a part of him. It goes dormant when removed or unwanted

Like a hedgehog hair-wise, it's harmless and like regular hair until it's Needle Time (TM)

Easily offended/angered, as seen in the 911 call, and likes to fuck with people. I'd guess older sibling if he had any, but the kind where you matured too fast and then slowed your roll so late you were the immature one (projecting)

Likes to be colorful but in a dull way. Washed out colors just suit him better in his opinion and let him express himself without drawing attention to himself and the fact he's not quite human anymore

Gap teeth <3 Wanted to get braces as a teen but didn't, still pissed about it because now he can't and it doesn't matter since hes not human anymore anyways. slowly learning to like the gap when his angel fangs don't get stuck in em

Didn't draw it but he has snake bites too, just rarely wears them. It's either angel fangs or snake bites but never both because they tend to snag for him

A parallel of both Nikola and Michael, kind of. He's got little bits that Norris, Chester and Augustus would recognize if they ever met him, like his speech pattern and penchant for never giving straight answers, but he's got his own thing going on more than the parallels ever could be.

Rip off Cheshire Cat. Alice in Wonderland, the animated one, was his favorite movie growing up for the colors, and when he got older for the story

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dreadsuitsamus · 6 months

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Ruin | Suguru Getō x Reader |

author's note: i opened a doc and then this happened, ask no questions bc i have no answers!!

pairing: suguru geto x fem!reader

warnings: minor violence, reader has a gun, nsfw but not particularly explicit, unprotected sex, angst

Lounging in bed, it's a chill evening that draws towards midnight. Your pajamas are minimal, an equally thin tank top and pair of shorts that cover little skin as you rest amongst your several blankets and plush stuffed animals. Boredly, your gaze focuses in and out on the video playing on your television.

The boredom doesn't last long.

The gun kept securely under your pillow is quickly and decisively in your hand, the safety clicked off as you aim right at your bedroom door, just as it opens to reveal your intruder.

"You're far too eager to use that thing, sweetheart." His face reveals no emotion, but with that telltale lilt in his voice he may as well wear a smile full of teeth.

"Stop breaking into my house." Your hand is steady, still aiming at Suguru's head.

A glimpse of silver shines between his fingers. That bastard must've slipped it off of your keyring and copied it at some point. Your eyes narrow as your finger moves to the trigger. "It's still breaking in, Sugu."

"Semantics, really." Geto slips the key back into his pocket and eyes the glock in your hand as he waves his nonchalantly. "Go ahead, if you must."

The words have hardly any breath of life before you're firing off the shot, the bullet aiming directly between his eyes. Sighing with a lazy roll of the eyes, one of the many curses he carries swiftly takes the shot. "Do you feel better?"

"No." You do relent, though, as a wave of relaxation does settle in your bones despite your verbal response, and set the gun on your nightstand. "What do you want?"

"What happened to the kind woman that was always willing to help, hm?" Geto vacates his spot in your doorway, his shoes already slipped off by the front door as he slinks closer to your bed.

"A few near-death experiences." You grouch, unmoving as your mattress sinks under Geto's weight combining with yours, the man settling between your legs and coming to lay chest to chest with you. His face is mere inches from yours, and his dark eyes glitter with amusement— for all the violence and shit talk you provide him during each visit or encounter, you sure have no issue with the physical, touchy and even intimate parts of his appearances.

"You can't give an old friend a place to stay, just for a night?"

"If only it would actually be just a night." You scoff, shaking your head as your eyes roll. "Fine. Just add it to the neverending list of shit you owe me for."

Geto plucks his hair from its bun easily, the raven locks pouring out to frame his face and rest on his shoulders. He leans in then, pressing his smooth, cold lips to yours in a kiss you eagerly accept turning into something much more than something so innocent.

Panting as his hips roll into yours, Suguru's hand holds your cheek as carefully as any fine glassware. "I'm sorry…"

One of your legs hooks around his waist, urging him deeper inside of you. "Shut up." Your lips mash with his, burying any further attempts of confessions or apologies from your rogue former lover.

When you come to at just past dawn, there's a morning after pill that was almost certainly purchased with money snagged from your purse, and you sigh in defeat as your eyes close again.

He's got far too much to be sorry for, and your poor little heart just won't stop forgiving him.

#geto x reader #geto x you #suguru geto x you #suguru geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #jjk imagine #fic #x reader #reader insert #im nervous posting this ahehakdneje fuck

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minminyoonjii · 7 months

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Hii,how are you ?? I hope you're good :)

Can I ask you to make a part2 of "When you have to share your daddies/Masters ” ot8?? Like their reactions to yn running from home and etc

Take your time,you don't need to write it rn,please take care of yourself bcs its more important and don't overwork yourself too hard ♡♡

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P1: Rainy Days|P2: Burn|P3: Losing You

🕯Summary: Cause losing me is better than you. Making a decision is hard, and it gets worse when it's on love. But what's the point when the decision is made?

🌹CW

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.7K

Felix gulped, eyes glued to the door, "Did she?" he whispered, biting on the tip of his tongue. Jeongin gave out a weak chuckle, "She'll come back, right?" he asked, looking at his lovers. Seungmin grumbled, "Of course. She has to," he said, blatantly. A frown etched on Jeongin's lips, "Hyung, I'm scared," he whimpered, leaning into Seungmin's open arms. He sighed, "She'll come back to us, Innie. She doesn't have anywhere else to run to," he said, rubbing Jeongin's back.

Changbin scoffed, "Stop being hung up on her, she made her choice," he said, mind still clouded by anger. "A choice you forced upon her," Felix mumbled, looking away. Changbin pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, "If she didn't make it such a big problem, none of this would've happened," he retorted, towering over Felix. "It was a big problem for a reason, hyung! What happened to you?" Felix asked, hurt displayed on his features.

Changbin rubbed the bridge of his nose, "We fell out, Yongbok-ah. We fell out of love," he said, breaking the tension. Jeongin's eyes widened at Changbin's confession, "What? Wasn't she the one we dreamed of?" he asked, feeling his entire relationship cave into his heart. "No," Changbin said, curtly. Anger boiled under Felix's skin, "Then, why? Why the false hope? I thought this was our end game," he said, teeth chattering from the overwhelming feeling of pain washing over him.

"You're too young to understand," Changbin said, making a slip of the tongue at the sight of Felix snap. Felix squinted his eyes at him, "Don't pull the age card, hyung," he growled, linking hands with Jisung and Jeongin. Changbin gulped, "Well, I-." he stuttered, eyes darting between Felix and Chan. "Felix, please," he pleaded, hands trembling. Felix hung his head low, "I can't, hyung. I can't" he said, dragging both Jisung and Jeongin with him out the door.

Changbin looked at Chan, "Hyung did we make the right choices?" he asked, tears brimming his eyes. Chan shook his head, "We were wrong from the start," he said, rubbing his face. "We're sorry for taking more than we can chew," he added, looking at the girl who got entwined with their mess in the first place. She gulped, "It was wrong of you to use me like this, I thought... I don't know what I thought," she whispered, packing her things before calling herself a taxi.

"I hope you don't hurt others like you did to me and her," she said, knowing it was partially her fault. Hyunjin frowned, "I still don't see what the issue was," he said, genuinely not connecting the clues. "Are you kidding?" Seungmin questioned, giving his lover a side glance. Hyunjin lifted his hands, "I mean, there's nothing wrong with falling out of love. Sure, cutting her off by being cold was a dick move but-," he rambled, moving his hands to express himself.

"But nothing," Chan said, making Hyunjin shrink back. Seungmin sighed, slapping his cheeks, "Fuck, we got too greedy," he admitted, laughing dryly. A familiar ringtone rang within the room. "Is that hers?" Hyunjin asked, pointing to the vibrating phone. Changbin furrowed his eyebrows, "She went out in this weather without her phone?" he questioned, worrying crawling up his limbs. Chan's breath hitched, "I have to find her," he whispered, about to leave the room.

Changbin held his shoulders, "We, hyung. We have to find her," he said, following after Chan. Minho sighed, cracking the jolts in his neck, "I'll stay back to look after the kids, they got hurt in our decision too," he said, leaving the room to find the rest. Seungmin hummed, "Okay, I'll call her friends vaguely. Just in case," he said, grabbing his phone. Hyunjin nodded, running after his older lovers, "Fuck, she better be safe," he cursed, getting into the car.

He sighed, leaning to the seat, "Hyung does your chest feel numb?" Hyunjin asked, looking at Changbin. "Yeah," he replied, closing his eyes, bearing the dull pain spreading through his torso. "We lost someone we shouldn't have," Chan said under his breath, eyes glued to the road. Hyunjin frowned, "Do you think she'll ever take us back?" he asked, bringing his arms around himself in a tight hold. Changbin sighed, "I highly doubt it," he said, staring out of the window.

Hyunjin grumbled, "Why did we even bring in a new person?" he whispered, tucking his face between his knees. Chan smiled weakly, "Love felt comfortable and we got scared of that," he said, knowing fully well where they went wrong. "It's pouring hard and I don't think she took an umbrella with her," Changbin whispered, looking at the storming clouds. Hyunjin pursed his lips, "Hyung, did we fall out of love or were we convincing ourselves that we did?" he asked, looking at Chan through the middle mirror.

"That's a question I'm afraid to acknowledge, Hyunjinnie," he said, staring ahead. Hyunjin frowned, "I don't know how to forgive myself after today," he whispered, tightening his hold around himself. "Am I a bad person, hyung?" he added, voice cracking as he spoke. Chan gulped, "Listen, good or bad. If you're feeling remorse, that shows you have empathy," he said, stopping at a red light. "What if the worst happened to her?" Changbin mumbled, thoughts spiralling.

Chan shook his head, "We're not going to take that into account," he said, hoping it would ease Changbin's worry. "The expressions, Yongbok-ah, Jeonginnie and Hannie showed us tore my heart apart, hyung," Changbin whimpered, gripping his chest. Chan tilted his head back, blinking his tears away, "I know, Bin-ah. I know," he whispered, gripping the steering wheel tight. Hyunjin perked his head up, "It's her favourite convenience store, do you think she could be there?" he asked.

Chan shrugged, pulling up to the brightly flashing neon board, "We could check," he said, turning off his car before entering. "Excuse me? Did a girl with a plush happen to enter here recently?" he asked, looking at the worker. "Not that I can recall. Would you like to have a look at the cameras?" the workers suggested, looking at their worried expressions. Chan nodded, "Thank you so much," he said, about to follow the worker behind when Changbin shouted from outside.

"Hyung, we found something!" he yelled, holding something brown in his palm. "No," Chan whispered, looking at your plush drenched in mud. Hyunjin gulped, "She's gone isn't she?" he whispered. thoughts racing in tandem with his quickened heartbeat. Changbin frowned, noticing the bridge behind them when he squinted through the rain, "No, no! She, no! " he exclaimed looking away from when he noticed. Chan panicked, "What? What is it?" he asked, holding Changbin's shoulders.

"The bridge," he whispered, pointing behind him. Hyunjin giggled, "She's alive. She has to be. Her plush just slipped, she's not dead," he said, pushing his hair away from his face. The silence between his older lovers made his heart drop, "Hyung, she's not dead, right? She wouldn't take her own life like this! She hates the cold, she would never, right?" he yelled, choking on a sob. Chan's hands shook, "Right, right. We're making it seem like the worst. Her plush probably dropped and she didn't realize it," he said, hoping to rationalize.

Changbin looked down at your plush, "It's her favourite plush, hyung. She had it longer than she's known us. How?" he asked, feeling his throat tighten up. Chan clenched his palms, "I don't know! I don't know," he cried, covering his mouth.

Felix sniffled, calling his sister, "Via, has bunny contacted you recently?" he asked, gripping his phone hard. Olivia tilted her head, "Not recently. Why? Is something wrong?" she asked, hearing the faint sniffles on the other end. Felix gulped, "Could you check up with Hannah or Rachel if she's with them?" he asked, hoping his sister would get something that could ease his aching heart. Olivia furrowed her eyebrows, "Weird request but I don't see why not. You better explain yourself after though, oppa," she said, a worried smile etched on her lips.

"I will, I will. Thank you," he said, hanging the phone up. Jisung held Felix close, "She'll be alright, Lix," he mumbled, kissing Felix's temple. "How about we look for a gift box with all her favourite things?" Minho proposed, hoping to distract his younger lovers from the current distress. Jeongin huffed his cheeks, "Will she accept it?" he mumbled. "Well, if we hand it to Olivia and ask her to hand it over, she just might," Minho reassured, ruffling Jeongin's hair.

A buzz echoed within the silent room, 'She's having a girl's night with Hannah but for some reason, she told me not to tell anyone. So you better not leak this, even to your lovers, Lee Yongbok,' Olivia texted. Felix smiled, sending heart stickers back to his sister, "She's safe," he said, feeling relieved. Jeongin's eyes widened, "Really, hyung?" he asked, looking at Felix. "Yeah, she's alright. For her location though, I don't know," he lied, displaying a frown on his lips.

The front door swung open, "We found this," Changbin croaked, lifting the plush. Seungmin ran down the stairs, "Where was it?" he asked, looking at them. A shiver ran down Chan's spine, "In front of the convenience store, before the bridge," he said, hands still shaking. Hyunjin gulped, "We lost here, I don't think she jumped but, fuck, I-I can't help but imagine," he stuttered, walking into the house. Felix hesitated to tell them the truth, "She's alright. I asked around and she's fine. However, I don't know where she is." he admitted, taking a deep sigh.

Hyunjin dropped to his knees, "Oh, thank god," he breathed out. Changbin gulped, "I want to find her now, knowing she's alright," he whispered, biting his bottom lip. Chan shook his head, "Let's give her some time," he said, pulling a chair out at the dining table. "Hyung's right, plus it's already late," Felix agreed, stretching his tense body. Minho hummed, "Come on boys, clean up and go to bed," he said, shooing them up the stairs. "Hyung that includes you," he added looking at Chan.

"I know, Min. I just need to piece myself together alone for a bit," he whispered, holding his head. Minho frowned, "Alright hyung, just remember that we'll be right here. One door away, okay?" he reassured, kissing Chan's kiss. "Thanks, Min," Chan whispered, looking at Minho with his tired eyes. Minho chuckled, "Yeah, yeah. Don't push yourself too hard, hyung. Not everything was your fault," he said, turning off the lights behind him. Chan sighed, "I'm so sorry," he said, whispering into the empty room. "Love shows itself through people in many ways, and in certain cases, the love you hold for yourself is the strongest." "Love is also horrific, however by fearing love you're not only hurting yourself but those around you."

That's the 'Moral Of The Story'

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agirlwithglam · 2 months

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how to develop self love and confidence

— a step by step guide by yours truly ♥

disclaimer!! for some people it can take a lot longer to love themselves than others, so don't be discouraged if it takes a bit longer. just remember that no matter what you think, you ARE WORTHY OF LOVE.

step 1: identifying the root cause

first you need to find WHY you dont love yourself. it usually comes down to these main reasons:

society

your looks

comparison

your abilities

childhood trauma

your current situations

it can be just one or more than one, and sometimes it may not be as simple as "my looks", sometimes you may have to dig deeper.

for me, it was because i thought i was "ugly"

step 2: once you know the WHY, research about the topic and try and solve it.

here ive broken down the 6 reasons to help you a bit: (but remember that this is just a small break down, if you want you can research more about the topic & try to battle it)

society: society has tricked us into believing that loving yourself is considered 'vain' or 'narcissistic'. let me tell you right now that THAT IS NOT TRUE. loving yourself is a basic necessity that everyone should have!!

your looks: this is something i struggled with for a loong time. remember that beauty is subjective!! bob could think that travis looks 'average' but Leo could think that travis looks absolutely gorgeous!! ☆ so how did i overcome this? i actually 'glowed up'. bc the main thing i didnt like was face- my teeth to be specific. so once i got braces, my teeth aligned and i started looking so much better. ☆ other struggles: ↴ for you if it may be acne, then you could start trying to take care of your skin better. or if its body image then if you reeeeally dont like it then literally just start working out. if you have the option to yet you still dont then dont complain. but remember that ALL BODIES ARE PERFECT. ★ another thing that helped me a lot was affirmations! i listened to a bunch of affirmations -> i used this video by thewizardliz and it did wonders! (you can also search up on yt self-love/ beauty affirmations)

comparison: for most people comparison comes from social media right? the simple solution to this would be unfollow accounts that dont serve you, or delete/ set a time limit on the social media platform "but what if i compare myself to people i meet in real life?" well we can't exactly unfollow or delete these people but what we can do is turn that jealousy (yes, jealousy) into inspiration! be inspired by the people with greater lives and use that to pull yourself forward! ☆ a quote that i read once (that may or may not help you) : "do not compare your chapter 1 to someone else's chapter 50." you never know what the other person has gone through or is going through that got them to this point!

your abilities: okay theres not much i can say here except that you can learn almost everything online nowadays. stop complaining and get off your lazy butt to prove to yourself just how much potential you have! (but don't beat yourself up for being a lazy butt, im one as well) here is a link to a TON of stuff you can learn online!

childhood trauma: this is a bit of a more delicate subject which i do not know a lot on, my best suggestion would be to just go to therapy (or use an online therapy app- betterhelp). - watching thewizardliz may help as well as she might know more about the topic.

your current situation: whether its trouble with friends, at school, at work, or with family i promise you that these things do not last forever. humans were not put on earth to be unhappy and miserable! (whats the point in that?) my advice is to learn more about the topic (for ex i was struggling with being left out w friends for a while and it did hurt a bit) and see what you can do to fix it or at least make the best out of it. + another reminder that you can use the law of assumption- in basic words the law states that whatever you desire, you have. all you need to do is accept that. heres a quote i read: "if you dont like where you are,, then move. you aint a tree." this is literally YOUR life. RESPECT yourself and dont let people treat you bad because that is disrespecting yourself!

step 3: focus on yourself!!

my favourite step!!

this is your sign to stop focussing on others' lives and start focussing on your own.

when you start to focus on yourself, up level yourself and try to become your best version of yourself, you actually end up falling in love with that version of yourself, and your current version!

ask yourself: is there even something to love?

ask yourself: would you want to date or be friends with someone like you? think actually deep about this; if your answer is no, then that obviously means that there is some work to do.

if you're constantly negative and complaining and rude all the time, trust me, literally no ones gonna want to hang out with you. and then you'll adopt that 'victim mindset' of "nobody likes me and i suck". instead of doing that, why dont you try to just suck a bit less? there isn't any pressure on you to become amazing the next day, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try.

small things/habits to start:

gratitude

hydration

exercising

journalling

meditation

eating healthy

developing a skill

get enough sleep

take cold showers

taking care of your skin

invest in your appearance

focussing on school/ your grades

go outside! go for walks, be in nature!

changing what you consume (resources below)

some resources that helped me SO MUCH:

♡ thewizardliz

♡ tam kaur

♡ persephone's mind

and meditation! its so extremely underated but SO VALUABLE.

xoxo, vanilla

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