#bestie's trinkets box

[atlantis-just-drowned]

Guys!! I succeed!!

I convinced @arsuns-ramblings to read Solar Lunacy and he started it yesterday. I am FERAL.

#bestie's trinkets box #solar lunacy #gremlin boy #whispers from atlantis

[arsuns-ramblings]

someone tell the guy next to me that his fish stinks as hell, we're in the middle of a class dude /hj

(it's @atlantis-just-drowned he's the stinky fish guy)

#bestie's trinket box

[koolades-world]

Demon brothers with a corvid-coded MC, if it's alright? For example, one who's very intelligent and curious (both in general and about the Devildom specifically), protective of the brothers, likes collecting trinkets/shiny and pretty things, and has echolalia towards phrases, words, or sounds?

hi!! yeah, of course!!

one of my best friends loves birds and he actually volunteers at a bird sanctuary so I asked him about corvids since I actually had no clue what that word meant at first haha

mentally thank him for this one :)

enjoy!

Corvid-coded Mc

Lucifer

actually appreciates the questions and curiosity since it means you want to learn

enjoys how closely you listen and cling onto his words since he knows you'll be able to recite it later thank to your memory

it's nice to have someone listen to him for once LOL

he knows that he just needs to listen to you if he suspects his brothers of doing something wrong because he knows you'll repeat exactly what they said back to him

Mammon

y'all are literally meant to be besties like his little animal guy is a crow!! (or is it raven 😭)

he also collects shiny things and has a little box full of trinkets under his bed that he shows you at some point

shopping together!! gosh would be so fun

he so understands you you're basically soul sisters right down to the protective loyalty

Levi

he also has specific phrases that he just loves and probably has memorized

that one voice line he heard probably a million times by now is something he'll repeat randomly

enjoys that you even ask questions about the things he likes, not just academic things

you could spend hours talking so please make sure you don't lose track of time

Satan

there's no way he also doesn't collect things so he'll bring back cutesy things he think you'll like since he would love if someone did that for him

loves your passion for learning, so the two of you often take tips to the library together

during your free time you talk about supplementary lessons

it's actually gotten to the point where you're academic rivals and he's living for it

Asmo

another brother that shopping with would be so fun

please let him put all sorts of shiny makeup and clothes on you, he'll make you so disco ball core

oh don't even start on bath products, you'd lose your mind at the glittery bath bombs he def has

also will talk with you for hours about his interests, which isn't something people do with him much so please don't stop

Beel

you guys are so different but that doesn't stop you from getting along

loves how you watch his fangol games closely and then talk about them with him later

like you actually paid attention and interacted with him about it!! that's so much more than his brothers ever did

he feels so loved 🥺

Belphie

sometimes has the urge to ask you to shut up because you keep trying to talk to him while he's sleeping

however, your intelligence causes him to step up his game in class so you're not running circles around him anymore

oh diavolo what monster have you created

if you bug him enough maybe he'll calm it down a little haha

#obey me #obey me! #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #obey me belphie #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mc

[heckinconfusedparade]

Woe! Sonic character headcanons be upon Ye!

Sonic:

- Learned how to cook while raising Tails and got really good at it

- Hedgehog Gordon Ramsay

- Can’t bake for shit tho

- Made up a lullaby that he sings to Tails to help him sleep. It’s been effective since the kit was 4

- In the warmer months, Sonic scouts out nice places for his annual picnic with Amy. He loves hanging out with her and enjoying sweets!

- Has a memorial for Chip with his necklace somewhere hidden

- Ran before he could walk

- Bothers Knuckles on Angel Island at least twice a week

- He and Shadow spar every week

- Bro has a bunch of Knick knacks and trinkets from his adventures

- Has a lazy day every once in a whilel

- He does vocal warm ups every morning as part of his little routine, even if he doesn’t plan on singing that day. It’s good to warm up before doing a lot of speaking!

Tails:

- He’s so sweet but so sassy

- Will sass a grown man to death

- Hugs people he really loves with his tails included

- He has a blacksmith place somewhere

- Had to have an intervention for his mint addiction (unsuccessful)

- His love language is gift giving! His gifts are one of a kind

- He made Shadow a gun for Christmas. It has bullets that explode on impact. It’s a tiny rocket launcher

- Used a chaos emerald to give a box Chaos Control so he can warp stuff back to his workshop

- the box defies logic, and he can fit literally anything in it

Amy

- If anyone insults or puts down her besties it’s ON SIGHT! EVEN IF ITS THE BESTIE SAYIN IT ABOUT THEMSELF (looking at you, TAILS)

- Refuses to let anyone go hungry. Angel to anemic and diabetic community!

- Spars with Knuckles to practice her hand to hand combat

- Meets up with Sonic in the coldest part of winter so they can hibernate together

- Loves her picnic dates with Sonic!

- Got Vanilla to homeschool Tails so at least the kid can have credentials to go into higher education in the future if he wants

- Loves thrift shopping! One man’s trash is this gals treasure!

- Crystal girl

- Shares Taylor Swift album theories with Shadow. They both go crazy for it

- She took Cream, Rouge, Blaze, and Sticks on a road trip. It was the most chaotic thing to hit the roads that summer.

Knuckles:

- is the reason a mountain has a giant crack in it

- vibe checks buildings for faulty wiring with his electro signal echidna stuff

- Bro moves the soil around his island to promote healthier plant life

- Bro is the single teen dad of many many many Chao

- Tries to leave the island whenever he can. He has a map of places that Sonic marked because they made him think of him!

- Taught Tails how to throw one hell of a punch and how to use his namesakes in combat

- Secretly looks forward to Rouge’s visits because he finds the sparring fun

Shadow:

- His room is usually only illuminated by a lamp because the sun shines directly in his window, and the ceiling light is too bright

- the lightbulb in the lamp changes colours. Rouge calls it his Mood Lamp

- If Sonic doesn’t show up to their weekly sparring, he gets concerned and indirectly searches for the dude. He’d rather die than admit he’s concerned tho

- Taylor Swift karaoke night with Amy

- Plays Project SEKAI

- Has a garden full of beautiful flowers dedicated to Maria. Amy and Sonic helped find flowers and seeds, and Knux provided the soil. They didn’t ask to get involved, nor were they asked, they just found out from Rouge and decided to help Shadow out

- He cannot fucking cook

- He cannot fucking bake

- There’s very few things he can actually make BUT HES LEARNING

- Learning to enjoy life as it happens. He’s stopping to smell the roses and appreciate what he has right now, and tries not to lament about the past or future

Rouge:

- Sometimes visits Angel Island just to bother Knuckles

- She has a pair of boots that has spikes on the toes

- Taught Tails how to steal

- She’s Cream’s favourite guest to bring to a tea party because of all the drama she brings with her.

- Is the reason Tails is a gossip

- She played Thief Simulator and had the greatest time ever

- Watched analysis videos of people trying to solve heists she committed

- Pretended not to listen when Amy infodumped to her about crystal energy, but she actually finds it very interesting

Omega:

- Trusts Tails with his life

- Because he can’t fit through doors or knock without breaking them, he stands outside the window waiting for someone to notice him outside

-or he just breaks the door anyway because why not

- Loves fireworks, wants to fire them on his own

- Absorbs every insult he hears Sonic make, as well as searches up on the internet to add to his database just so he can insult Eggman in a way that matters.

#I’ll make more another time idk #could be an empty promise #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e 123 omega #sonic headcanons

[phantasmiac]

i love to imagine dabi being in a relationship/situationship/whatever he wants to call it with someone who owns a cat. and the cat fucking hates him at first, hisses at him and starts throwing paws when he gets too close. he assumes it’s because of his appearance, and people being put off by his face is nothing new so it really shouldn’t bother him that much. but he has beef with this cat. genuinely believes there’s a demon inside and you’ve yet to find the zipper.

but obviously you think your cat is a sweet baby angel who could do no wrong! so now he’s beefing and competing with this cat. when you’re lounging on the couch together and it’s looking up at him with those giant evil eyes he can’t help but throw him a smug look, like “yeah i took your place, eat shit”. doesn’t feel a drop of guilt when the cat is silently begging for a crumb of human food while you eat the take out he brought over. might even pretend he’s going to give it a bite when there’s really nothing in his hand, he’s so mean 😭

but it’s fine bc sometimes when you’re napping together the cat will purposely sit on his chest and smack him in the face. or sometimes dabi’ll come over after a long day of thinking about all the things he wants to do to you that night. and things are getting hot and heavy, your shirts are off, he’s ready and then — meow! your cat is scratching at the door like it’s on a mission so of course you have to check on your baby. and by the time you’re back the mood has been absolutely ruined and dabi’s considering testing the nine lives theory.

but sometimes you have to go live your civilian life while dabi has a day off from doing criminal activities. and it leaves him and his mortal enemy all alone together. you know that despite being a literal murderer dabi would never actually harm your cat. whether it’s bc of the little remaining good in his heart or bc he knows you’d never forgive him is debatable, but at least you know you’re not going to come home to a pile of ashes brushed into the litter box. what you don’t expect to see is your cat curled comfortably on his chest. when he wakes up from his nap dabi insists it was just a fluke, a moment of weakness — but it starts becoming a regular thing. and eventually he’s bringing little trinkets home for the cat to play with, and he’s going out of his way to put food in his bowl. they’re suddenly besties 🤞

#dabi #dabi drabble #dabi headcanons #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #dabi fluff #dabi x y/n

[beanghostprincess]

Transfem Buggy anon here to drop a silly valentines idea-

1) don't worry too much about speeding through asks, sweetheart, you're doing fine. Take your time and do your thing at your own pace. Anyone has an issue with it? I'll fight em 😤

2) IDEA TIME

So imagine Buggy getting absolutely SMOTHERED in valentines days gifts - from friends, underlings, allies, secret admirers (she thinks they're all fake or lies), and her partners of the year.

She and Alvida do a Self Care Self Love event (maybe include Uta and Perona bc smth about them being so supportive of Buggy coming out as trans and just so easily slotting her in to girls night makes me soft).

Ritchie wears a special Valentine's Day bow, and he gives extra lion licks to his favorite people. He doesn't quite get the whole concept of HOLIDAYS beyond that it makes his humans so happy and silly and so he too is happy and silly. Lion loves.

Mohji and Cabaji, every year, make Buggy a gift for Valentine's. She gives them little gifts too, but theirs aren't conventional - they were there from the beginning, and so they've seen the best and worst of each other. They're besties your honor.

After Impel Down, Buggy wakes up on Valentine's to a MOUNTAIN of cards, candies, stuffed animals, flowers, and balloons. Maybe half of them are signed. It's a long ass affair to organize them.

When she starts dating Crocodile and Mihawk, they hadn't seen the Karai Bari Variant of Valentine's Day. Needless to say, when they wake up and walk with Buggy to get breakfast, they are both BLINDSIDED and BAMBOOZLED by this veritable TON of gifts. Buggy just sighs. "Guys. Really?"

"WE LOVE YOU, CAPTAIN BUGGY!!!"

"I can't eat all this. Okay, line up, I'm passing out candies at random. Consider this a treat before breakfast."

"CAPTAIN BUGGY IS SO GENEROUS AND KIND!!!"

"I- ya know what, sure, whatever. I haven't had coffee yet. I don't feel like arguing."

Crocodile and Mihawk though are surprised when she offers them a soft smile and... two boxes? "Open them when you want to, boys, no rush."

She gets a delivery later on in the day, a crate with a blue rose painted on the top. She huffs. When asked, she shrugs it off. "Shanks is still being a damned sap."

He sends her presents as often as he can - with a relatively ser address for Karai Bari, she is more easily accessible, which makes him go a little overboard. In the crate are her favorite candies (ghost pepper flaked dark chocolates), soft stuffed animals, new clothes, a dress, flowers and silly trinkets. ((And maybe a little treasure map he made just for her)).

Buggy would give thoughtful gifts - smth for Croc's bananawani nursery or specialty cleaner for his jewelry, new seeds for Mihawk's garden he mentioned wanting once in passing or new cording to rebrand Yoru's hilt, etc.

She also ties her hair up on holidays, puts on an apron, and joins the cooks in the kitchens. Cooking is smth she's good at, if a tad embarrassed by, but baking if her favorite thing to do. It's like chemistry and showmanship mixed together, two of her most favorite things. Getting the chance to indulge in it is smth she rarely lets herself have, but she makes exceptions for certain days.

And if Mihawk and Croc, knowing this by that point, pooled together to get her her own supplies to indulge more freely in their shared space, away from prying or attentive eyes, well...

Valentines Day isn't exactly a cliche on their little handmade home, but the sentiment, the intention, the love is there.

((And if Buggy just so happens to send a few batches of Shanks' favorite cookies to him a week after the day, well, he'll treasure them!!!

Until he eats himself sick, that is.))

1) Thank you <333 That's really sweet 😭🧡

AND THIS IS ALL AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A bit late to Valentine's Day (sorry, really akjjddnjk) but I absolutely adore it. Buggy loves Valentine's Day and the thought of everybody getting her gifts and also enjoying the holiday on her island is so cute,,, Everything is perfect and tbh, after coming out as a woman is even better because she's finally able to do it as herself. I think she wanted to do it really bad when she was a kid.

Her crew is so silly,, And having a whole day with Perona and Alvida makes her feel so loved,, Crying and sobbing. Also, Crocodile and Mihawk aren't used to celebrating these things, so now that they're with her they're surprised by how much they enjoy it. Not the holiday itself because in general it's extremely annoying and they do not want to be there with all this drama-- But they do like seeing her happy and giving her gifts <333 Why have mafioso-looking boyfriends if they aren't going to shower you with gifts, you know? And also, they're losers for her, which makes it better.

#i love cross guild being cute it lives in my mind rent free #everything about this is amazing thank you #one piece #buggy the clown #cross guild #transfem buggy

[cloudlessly-light]

I'd rather be a wild one instead (Stepdad Hotch/stepdaughter Emily AU, one-shot)

A/N: I know we’re a few days away still but since I’ll be working this Christmas I wanted to post this before I didn’t have time to write. I will say this universe really is the one sending me straight to hell, not one stop on the way. But I love daddy Hotch and we all know I’m a perv so I hope you enjoy our idiots being filthy in this universe as well!

And special thanks to @criminalmindsgonewrong for requesting Emily in a sexy Santa outfit! Hope this is okay bestie!

Happy holidays, whatever you celebrate (or don’t), wherever in the world you are!

Title: I’d rather be a wild one instead  Summary: She hasn’t seen her stepfather in three months. But now it’s Christmas and she promised to come back.

(One-shot from my AU Find me where the wild things are) Word Count: 5,2k. This is so long I’m sorry!! Rating:  Explicit Warnings: Smut, cheating, age difference, taboo relationship, stepfather/stepdaughter relationship, dirty talk, power dynamics, daddy kink, rough sex, in public, fingering, teasing, spanking (with a belt), consumption of alcohol

“I said I would stay at uni for Christmas, but I think I’ve changed my mind.”

“Is that so?”

“I’ll be back for Christmas, Daddy.”

It’s been three months since they’d been in the same room. Three months of her thinking back on her summer with him. It wasn’t love, nothing even close to it, but it was carnal, a need she hadn’t been able to shake no matter how many guys she might have dated. No one could measure up to him. 

And now it’s December 22nd, almost Christmas, and she’s standing outside looking at the closed door, knowing that he was inside. So is her mom, which makes her gut twist nervously. They’d spend the holiday together as a family, as her mother had put it while on a skype call a couple of weeks ago and Emily had to force the frown away.  

She opens the door and is almost smacked in the face by the Christmas decorations. Her mother had never been big on celebrating, always put up just enough decorations to keep up appearances that their life was as neat as the moronic Christmas card she’d send out every year. But this was more than that, lights and trinkets everywhere and a fucking reindeer sitting just to the left of the stairs. 

“Emily!” Her mother walks towards her, a glass of champagne in hand. 

“Mother.” She accepts the hug that feels forced. “Why does it look like Santa’s threw up in here?”  

“You don’t like it?” Aaron’s voice makes her pause, her eyes on him as he walks closer, a smile on his face.  

“It’s… different.” She mutters and looks around as Aaron wraps an arm around Elizabeth. “Didn’t think you’d be a Christmas kind of person.”  

“Oh he loves all the holidays.” Elizabeth gushes and smiles at her husband before looking back at her. “Go on and change Emily, the guests will be here in a little while.”  

It was a Christmas party, one that always took place if Elizabeth spent the holidays in the states. And Emily hated it every time. But she stays quiet as Aaron takes her bags and heads upstairs, following him only a few steps behind. She’s unsurprised that her mom stays downstairs, already heading back toward the back of the house where the party will mostly take place. 

“Did you have a nice flight?” Aaron asks as they head towards her bedroom and she thinks that maybe he hasn’t been thinking about her the way she’s been thinking about him. But then the hand that wasn’t carrying her bag lands low on her hip as she walks ahead of him through her bedroom door and she feels the heat she now associates with him.   

“I did.” She looks around and while her room has been saved from any Christmas decorations, there’s a black gift box sitting on her bed. She walks towards it when Aaron nods, a smirk tugging on his mouth. “From you?” 

“Daddy thought you’d like it.” His eyes gleam in that familiar way when she looks at him with wide eyes, her tongue quickly licking over her bottom lip.  

“Should I open it now? Or wait until Christmas morning?” Her throat feels dry, her pulse quickens and he walks towards her until he’s standing close enough for her to feel the heat of his body against hers. 

“Open it now, wear it tonight.” His voice is low, a rumble that’s as thrilling as it is familiar.  

She opens it with trembling fingers, pulls on the red bow and lifts the lid while he studies her closely. When she carefully picks up the red silk panties, his eyes are darker, pupils blown wide. 

“Crotchless panties?” She smirks and his hand wraps around her throat, his thumb pushing just under her chin. 

“Yes, so when I get bored I’ll have something pretty to play with.” He leans in, lips hovering above hers and she whines when he doesn’t kiss her. “And you still want to be a good girl for your daddy, don’t you sweet thing?”  

“Yes.”  

His confident grin turns a little darker, a sound of contentment leaving him. 

“Good girl.” He squeezes around her throat once and then let’s go of her. She stumbles in place, almost chases after him when he turns to leave without another word. It was unbelievable, the power he held over her, how she so easily submitted to him, how badly she already needed him.  

Before he disappears out her bedroom door he gives her a wink. Any worrying she had done had clearly been for nothing.

Just like she had expected, she hated the decorative party. She was bored standing with a flute of champagne in a red, sparkling, floor length dress with a slit up one thigh. She had decided on it for two reasons, one Aaron loved her in red, two the slit was dangerously high, showing off her smooth skin. But even as she saw the way he was tracking her, she was bored and alone. The only saving grace was the panties she was wearing, making her shiver in excitement.

“Em!” The sound of JJ’s voice cuts through her train of thought surprisingly, and she looks up to see her best friend heading towards her with a wide smile.

“JJ!” She greets her with a tight hug, at least now she had someone interesting to talk to instead of lusting after her stepfather all night. “What are you doing here? I thought your family was going to Switzerland for the holidays?”

“We’re leaving tomorrow, and I couldn’t skip seeing you now could I?” JJ takes a sip from her own glass of champagne. “I want to know about school and everything, but first, I need the details about Mr. Hotchner.”

Emily grunts in disgust.

“Oh god JJ, please it’s Aaron. Mr. Hotchner makes him sound so old.” She watches as the blonde rolls her eyes, a teasing smirk already on her lips.

“He is old, Em.”

“Shut up.” She pushes gently at her shoulder. “You want the details or not? Cause if you’re going to be a bitch, I’ll be one right back you know.” She grins when JJ starts to laugh, a breathy chuckle that Emily had missed hearing.

“Fine I’ll be nice. Now tell me everything.”

So she did, not that there was much to tell. She told him about his gift and what he had said, mentioned that if Aaron wasn’t going to come to her, she was most certainly going to come to him.

“I swear if I came here for Christmas and I’m leaving without getting another taste of that man, I’m not coming back until after graduation.” She joked, mostly.

“Just be careful, if someone finds out you’re screwed. It would be the biggest scandal that’s happened in years.”

“It’ll be fine JJ, the only people who knows are me, him and you.” She arches an eyebrow at the blonde who quickly squeezes her lips together and pretends to zip them up.

“Your secrets, no matter how depraved, are always safe with me.”

“Girls,” Aaron is suddenly there, somehow sneaking up on them without either of them noticing and while JJ jumps slightly, Emily only smiles knowing very well that her mother is watching them. “the dinner is about to start, Emily you’re sitting with your mother and me.”

“Seriously?” She frowns slightly. “I can’t sit with JJ?”

The polite smile hardens just a bit, his dark eyes zeroing in on her and holding her gaze.

“No.”

“But what-”

“Don’t argue with me.”

She glares at him but in the end she knows there’s no fighting it so she sighs.

“Fine, we’ll be right there.”

When Aaron nods and starts walking away she turns back to JJ who’s standing next to her with flushed cheeks.

“Okay, I get it now.” She says and Emily nods.

“Told you, he’s hot. Come on let’s get this over with.”

When she sits down she’s surprised to find herself next to only Aaron, her mother on his other side and she looks between his blank face and the empty chair. Normally Elizabeth was always seated in the middle.

“For God’s sake Emily, sit down!” Her mother mutters quietly and with an eyeroll she does.

The food is delicious, that’s the one upside to this night. Or at least that’s what she thinks until she feels Aarons warm hand on her thigh, easily moving up the slit. So technically there’s two upsides, she thinks as she gives him a sparse glance.

The conversations around them are loud, the drinks flowing, and while Elizabeth is turned to talk to a senator, Aaron leans a tiny bit closer to her.

“Spread your legs and don’t make a sound.”

When she doesn’t immediately do what he says and instead looks around the room to see if anybody is paying them any attention, his grip tightens on her thigh.

“No one is looking and you’re already on thin ice with your attitude earlier. Do as I say.”

She’s so close to muttering a yes daddy, but instead she gives a subtle nod and leans back slightly in her chair and her legs spread.

“This is dangerous.” She says while his hand moves higher up her thigh, easily finding the hem of her underwear. He smiles when he feels bare skin where underwear would usually be, happy that she has done as he had told her.

To everyone else it looked like they were having a normal conversation, Aaron’s face neutral as he strokes silky soft skin.

“It is. Which is why if you can’t control yourself I’m stopping.” With that he turns back to Elizabeth who’s still turned away. He’s quickly engaged in another conversation, his best friend David Rossi sitting right across from them.

Emily on the other hand can’t bring herself to talk, can barely bring herself to move in fear of someone noticing his hand that’s hidden under the tablecloth. He’s teasing her, running the tip of one finger along her folds slowly, starting at her clit and then just barely dipping inside of her before repeating the process.

She forces herself to eat small pieces of food, wanting to look busy. She takes another sip of champagne, and swallows that along with a soft moan down when Aaron suddenly circles her clit a little harder. It amazes her, how he looks so indifferent as he continues talking to the people around her like he isn’t fingering his stepdaughter in front of all their friends and associates.

He keeps his finger there, circling slowly but adding a little more pressure and while he laughs along with the jokes and continue conversations that he finds boring, he listens to any sound coming from her, watches her in his peripheral. He sees the flush on her cheeks, something he had missed seeing, notices how her breathing comes out in shorter puffs. She’s getting close but as much as Aaron wants to watch her fall apart, he knows that there’s no way she’ll be able to cover an orgasm so he stops.

“Do not complain or I won’t let you come at all tonight.” He mutters before she can argue and he sees the way she wants to fight him, her eyes heated, a small pout on her face.

“Why would you do this if you weren’t going to finish what you started?” She huffs and he chuckles and wipes his wet fingers on her thigh.

“If you weren’t such a desperate little thing I would have. But we both know that everyone would notice. Besides, you’re my plaything, or do you not remember the rules?”

Her mind goes back to that night in the study, when he had her bent over a couch and talked against her ear, making sure she heard every word he said.

“You do what you’re told, you get what I give you. If I decide to use you as a toy you will say thank you daddy and lay there, if I want your mouth, you’ll be on your knees for me, if I am nice enough to let you come then you can. You ask for what you want, because that’s what good girls do. And you want to be good for your daddy, don’t you Emily?”

“Yes Da- Aaron.” She whispers, swallowing down the urge to kiss him, her hands fisted at her sides to keep from reaching for him. He held her stare for another moment and then Elizabeth said his name and he turned to face his wife.

Emily used the rest of the dinner to try and calm herself, but it was hard when her clit ached and pulsed, the dark heat of arousal simmering just under her skin, her own slick coating her thighs.

It was going to be a long night.

After dinner the real mingling and dancing started but Emily wasn’t paying much attention. JJ had found a southern boy, leaving her alone while her best friend spent the evening flirting and dancing. Not that Emily minded, she could barely focus enough to keep a conversation going.

“Emily!” Elizabeth approaches her with swift steps and she automatically squares her shoulders. She knew that look on her mother’s face and she didn’t like it. “Come dance with Aaron.” She said, trying to usher her away from the corner where she had hidden away.

“What? Why?” She pulls her hand out of her mother’s grasp.

“For the photos, of course.” Elizabeth says like it’s obvious. “Stepfather and stepdaughter, it’ll look good.” She takes Emily’s hand again, this time not letting go.

“You don’t think that’s a little weird, mother?” She mutters but Elizabeth seems to ignore her.

“Don’t be so difficult, Emily. It’s one dance.” She huffs right back and continues to walk with Emily behind her until they’re standing in front of Aaron.

“My darling, would you mind dancing with Emily for a few photos?” She smiles at her husband and Aaron nods.

“Of course, dear.” His eyes move from Elizabeth to Emily, a light chuckle leaving him as he watched the pursed lips and clearly annoyed woman in front of him. “Let’s turn that frown upside down, shall we?”

“I’m not a child.” But she doesn’t fight him when he starts leading her away towards the middle of the room, his hand resting on the middle of her back.

“Oh trust me, I know.” He murmurs lowly when he’s sure they’re far enough away to not be heard. “But we are doing what your mother wants. And after you’re going to go to my study and wait for me.” As he’s talking he’s keeping an arm’s length away from her, one of his hands clasping hers and the other on her waist while she rests hers on his shoulder.

She can faintly hear the clicking of the photographer as they dance and she shivers when she realizes that this conversation will be caught on photos, photos that will most likely be printed out and hung up somewhere in the estate.

“Emily? Are you listening to me?” His voice cuts through her hazy mind and she looks up at him, pupils blown wide, cheeks tinted pink.

“Y-yeah, I’ll wait in your study.” She says and he smiles, satisfied by her answer.

“No one will enter, but remember that people might hear you from inside, so I’m going to need you to be quiet okay?” His voice dropped a little lower, the rasp of his voice coming through when he speaks again. “What do you say?”

“Yes daddy.”

She knows that’s the picture that’s going to be saved, that exact moment.

It’s dark in his study, only a small light on in the corner of the room, it’s cooler, less stuffy in here and Emily takes a couple of deep breaths. She can hear people talking outside, just like he had assumed, but to get into his study, you needed a key that only Aaron had, something he had slipped into her hand right before they had separated on the dance floor.

A few minutes go by, and the longer she waits the more stir-crazy she gets. Seconds feel minutes, minutes like an eternity. When there’s a decisive knock on the door she’s quick to open it, and Aaron is even quicker to push past her and locking the door behind him.

“Finally.” He breathes, dark eyes looking at her with the kind of heat she had missed since this summer. “You really are a tease, deciding to wear that dress.” He starts to walk in a circle around her, taking her in from every angle.

“I don’t think you can call me a tease when you left me hanging during dinner.” She argues and he makes a tsk sound, shaking his head.

“I see you being gone, you’ve completely forgotten how to behave.” He stops right behind her, lets his words fall against her naked shoulder and watches in amusement as she shivers.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Her voice is surprisingly steady when she speaks and she feels his lips curl into a smirk against her neck.

“I would. But we have time for a lesson later, right now we’re on limited time.”

She gasps when he suddenly turns her and pushes her against a bookshelf, a few of the books rattling when her back hits it with a thud. His body feels just as strong as she remembers as he crowds her space, his chest pressed against hers. When he finally kisses her, she sighs into it, her fingers gripping his suit jacket in tight fists to try and get him closer.

He’s already hard, the thickness of him pressing against her even through their clothes and she moves one hand from his suit down to palm him over his pants.

“So eager, so willing.” He breathes in between heated kisses. If they could he would spend hours taking her apart but he knows that they don’t have that luxury so he gets his belt undone, and then Emily takes over, her small hands unbuttoning and unzips his pants with nimble fingers.

“Daddy, I need you.” She whimpers and he groans at her words, it had been too long since he’d heard her voice like that. He hikes her leg up, never having been more thankful for a slit in a dress or Emily’s balance in high heels as he is right then. She’s biting her bottom lip, looking at him with pleading eyes and he ruts against her, feeling her slick folds against his heated shaft.

“You need me huh?” He bumps her clit and she whines and nods, her arms looped around his neck to keep steady.

“I’ve waited all day, please daddy.” If she had been more coherent she probably should give it some thought that she gets this desperate for him, but he’s pushing inside of her, pressing her back against hard shelves and any thought other that him, was gone.

“Fuck baby girl.” He growls against her neck, jaw clenched as he gives them both a moment, her tight walls cling to him, her hands grip his neck and then she moans, something soft and breathy and Aaron can’t wait another moment.

His thrusts are deep and hard, crushing her between his soft front and the hard edges of the bookshelf and she finally feels that feeling she’s longed for. The feeling of complete bliss. He kisses her to muffle her moans, pushes his tongue into her mouth and dominates the kiss, just like he dominates everything else. When they break apart to breathe she’s gasping, her nails close to ripping his suit.

“Daddy, don’t stop.” She pleads and he fucks into her harder, causing a few books to fall around them. Neither of them seem to notice, both too desperate to focus on anything but each other and pleasure.

“Did you think about me in college?” He growls against her ear and she mewls. “Did you think about how good your daddy fucks you while you were fucking boys?”

“Y-yes.” She admits and he snickers, the sound just as graveled as she had remembered.

“But they don’t fuck you like you need to be fucked, do they?” He slows down and pulls back enough to look at her face. “Only daddy knows how you like to be fucked, isn’t that right?” He rolls his hips against hers, pushes as deep as possible and then pulls out while studying her intensely.

“No one knows.” She whimpers, her eyes locked on his. “Only you do, daddy.”

“That’s right.” He claims her lips in a kiss, changes the angle of his hips slightly and Emily cries out. “Shh, it’s okay baby girl.” His large hand covers her mouth and then picks up the pace of his thrusts, continuing to press right against that magic spot inside of her.

She could feel her leg starting to tremble, the strain on it inevitable, but she didn’t care because the tension in her belly was spreading quickly. Her eyes find his, a wordless question in them and he nods.

“You can come.” He mutters lowly, his own orgasm building by each deep thrust. She clings to him as she comes less than a minute later, her leg giving out and if it weren’t for the way he had her pressed against the bookshelf she would have fallen.

“Jesus Christ you get so tight when come on my cock.” He grunts through clenched teeth. She’s panting, head back, jaw slacked, eyes hazy and this is how he had missed seeing her, fucked out and at his mercy.

“Let me feel it daddy.” She whispers and it’s the last push he needs before he comes with a strained groan. He tenses against her, doesn’t move until he’s empty and when he pulls away Emily almost falls to the floor.

“I knew it was a good idea coming back for Christmas.” She joked lightly as she leaned against the wall. She squirmed slightly when she felt his release on her thighs, the crotchless panties doing nothing to help her from creating a mess.

“A very good idea indeed.” He agreed, still catching his breath. “Still, we should clean up, someone will notice soon.

She nods, absentmindedly swiping a finger across her inner thigh and tasting him.

“I swear you’ll be the death of me Emily.”

They manage to get away with it, somehow, and when Emily goes to bed that night she feels sated. But she still had plans, plans that would require her mother leaving them alone. Luckily for her, she had last minute errands to run the following day. Emily might not always get along with her mother, but she knew her, and she knew that she always left buying gifts to the last possible moment, and she smiled at the thought.

“I’ll be back no later than 7 tonight.” Elizabeth said as Aaron helped her put on her coat.

“We’ll be fine here.” He smiled and kissed her cheek.

“Check in on Emily would you? Just to make sure she doesn’t run off. She’s done that before.”

“Will do.” He ignores the way his cock stirs at the thought of him and Emily alone in the house until he’s closed the door. He hadn’t seen Emily since breakfast, that was a few hours ago so he decided to seek her out right away. “Emily?”

He doesn’t knock on her door, can hear soft music playing from inside so he simply opens it. When he sees her his mouth goes dry, eyes not knowing where to look as he takes in her appearance. She’s laying on her bed, a Santa hat on her head and the shortest, skimpiest red Santa dress he’s ever seen and thigh high fishnet stockings on her legs.

She smirks at him, happy that she for once managed to catch him off guard.

“Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me. Been an awful good girl. Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.” She sings softly before standing up and walking the short distance to where he’s still standing, seemingly frozen to the spot. “Merry Christmas, daddy.” She hums and presses a kiss to his cheek. It seems to be enough to jolt him out of the temporary shock and his hands wrap around her waist, keeping her against him.

“I don’t think you’ve been a very good girl, my sweet thing.” He nuzzles her nose and she smiles. “But it’s time to change that.”

The switch in him is so quick that she has no time to register it, one hand wraps around her throat, the other grabs the leather belt around her waist and pushes her back. She feels like a ragdoll, almost weightless as he moves her around the room and then spins her around, the hat falling off in the process.

Her face is pressed into the mattress, the obscenely short skirt pulls up exposing her bare center and for a second she wonders how he manages to turn the tables on her so effortlessly. But she knew it would happen, granted she thought she would have gotten a few more minutes but there was no way she was complaining. Especially not when she heard the sound of his belt being pulled through his jeans.

“You had an attitude all day yesterday, baby girl.” He folds his belt in two and gently moves it up a smooth thigh, smiling when Emily’s breathing hitches. “And no matter how cute you look in your little outfit, you’re still going to get a punishment.”

She turns her head on the bed to look be able to look up at him but she doesn’t try to get up.

“I promise to be good.” She says quietly and he laughs, the sound bordering on condescending and her cheeks flare up in response.

“Oh is that right?” He lets the leather stroke down her other thigh then dip between her legs, pressing against the wet heat of her.

“Yes, I promise.” Her hips press back against the leather, the feeling against her clit new and Aaron shakes his head.

“No, I think you’re lying.” He muses and Emily whimpers. “You know what’s going to happen. You’re going to stay still and ask for your daddy’s forgiveness.” His hand tangles in her long hair and he pulls her up so she’s on her hands and knees. “And if you do a good enough job I’m going to fuck you again.”

The filthy grin appears on her face instantly and Aaron shakes his head at her.

“Dirty girl. Open your mouth.” When she does so without question he spits in her mouth and she swallows dutifully.

“Thank you daddy.” She feels him shifting behind her and then let’s go of her hair. She lays her face back down on the bed, preparing herself for the first hit.

The first slap of the belt stings as it lands on one of her cheeks and she jolts slightly.

“I’m sorry daddy.” She whimpers, the words barely out before he strikes her again, this time on the other cheek.

“What are you sorry for?” He asks as the third hit cracks down on the back of her thigh and she cries out.

“For having an attitude.” She tenses just as the fourth hit, this one hard enough that she’ll know she’ll bruise.

“And?” He hits her just as hard the fifth time, enjoying the welts that’s appearing on her pale skin.

“For questioning you.” She jerks away after the sixth hit and Aaron gives her a moment to either stop or get back in position. She takes a few breaths and then bends over again.

“Are you sorry?” He asks and hits her two times, the sound loud as the leather connects to her skin.

“Yes!” She cries out as her muscles start to tremble.

“Are you sorry!?” He says it louder, hits her straight across both cheeks and she whimpers, any other sound stuck in her throat.

“Yes daddy!” She finally gets out and then she hears the sound of the belt falling to the floor and she sighs in relief.

His hand is gentle as he caresses her hip and the outside of her thighs, then up her back under the red fabric of her dress until her breathing has calmed and she’s stopped shaking.

“You did so good baby girl. Daddy’s proud of you.” He whispers gently and Emily relaxes. When she turns over on her back she hisses at the raw feeling of her ass against the bed but she ignores it in favor of being able to look up at him.

Aaron smiles down and kisses her, something he’s intended to be soft and gentle that Emily immediately deepens, hand holding on to the back of his neck. He lays down on the bed and she helps him off with his jeans while he rids himself of his shirt. His hand moves between her legs and finds her slick and ready and he hums in satisfaction.

“Come on baby girl, ride me, let me enjoy this outfit for a bit.” He reaches for the Santa hat and puts it on her and then lays back, eyes roaming over her as she straddles him. She sinks down on him with a low moan and Aaron’s head falls back against the pillows at the feeling. He watches her through heavy-lidded eyes, from the plunging neckline, to creamy things, to her blissed out face. She was a gift wrapped in sin, he was sure of it.

She’s quick to start moving, twisting her grinding on him while his hands are on her hips, not relenting all of his control. Her hand moves down her body and starts rubbing her clit in tight circles, his low grunts only spurring her on. She rocks her hips against his, taking him as deep as possible.

“I’m gonna come daddy.” She mumbles in not time at all, her breathing heavy and his hands tighten on her hips.

“Already?” He grins as she simply nods, hips buckling wildly on top of him, fingers moving faster on her clit. “Do it.” He pushes his hips up, helping her ride out the pleasure as she starts to spasm on top of him, her moans loud and raw as her eyes roll back in her head.

She’s still coming down when he flips them around. They stay like that, Aaron whispering filth in her ear until she’s coming again and then he turns her over and straddles the back of her thighs. The heat from the welts makes him groan and Emily shudders underneath him.

When he comes it’s with a loud groan, bodies sweaty and exhausted, Emily’s dress ruined in scraps on the bed and the floor. He collapses next to her and Emily stays on her stomach, head turned towards him with a lazy grin on her face.

“Thank you daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby girl.”

A few hours later she’s seated at the dinner table, bruises and welts on her ass that make her want to squirm. Aaron notices, a small smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth while her mother obliviously talks about anything and everything. She locks eyes with Aaron and winks.

It was a very merry Christmas indeed.

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 24 - Choking]

Pairing: Caged Bird!couple

Kinks: nippleplay, choking, passionate sex, unprotected sex (they are on magical protection though), this has some sugar mommy queen & cute spoiled prince vibes

Wordcount: 7.4k

a/n: you only picked those three kinks so i didn’t really know how far i could go? it was so hard to hold back djfaj just uff imagine besties, a cunniligus scene with him being all desperate and whiney ngnf you’re gonna get more stories about him, i'm telling you 💗

Jungkook couldn’t imagine any other life than life with you. He often catches himself wondering how he spent so many years believing that life as a Raven was the supposed life. He wonders during moments of tranquillity, of warmth, moments of good food and drink and moments where he finds himself connected with you in the only state which truly mattered. He wonders why he spent so many years resenting the woman who would bring him true freedom and why he spent so many years believing an utter madman.

Jungkook doesn’t like to think about Rafkan these days. It fills him with rage and grief and ruins good days with heaviness on his heart. Jungkook trains a lot when that happens. He likes to keep his body strong, not because he needed it to survive, but because he liked the way he looked when he was strong. He had that choice these days. The choice to stay strong because he wanted to, but also the choice to let himself go if he felt like it. He never had that choice before. Jungkook also liked to participate in the Queendom’s tradition of sword dance. He really enjoys training the different movements and steps until he perfected them so he can show them off to you and earn himself a wave of compliments and loving kisses. It heals him so much that he forgets all about his past during those days. Just as eating good food and sleeping in your bed do.

Jungkook has his own chambers. The biggest next to yours and located just a few doors down your chambers. He has a view of the Snowy Mountains in the faraway distance and the even further away Singing River on the other side and during the warmer months, Jungkook likes to keep his windows open to let in the scent of the forest surrounding the castle. His chambers also possess their own bathing room with a big bathtub in the middle and comfortable seating for Jungkook to relax in as one of his servants brushes his hair. It always smells like vanilla scented oils in his bathing room because Jungkook really liked the smell and so you make sure to always keep a big stack of oils in your storehouses just for him.

You quite frankly love spoiling him. Jungkook sometimes feels too shy to even think about all the things you have done for him and all the treasures you purchased just for him. His chambers are filled with the most valuable of furniture, the finest of fabrics, the most golden of trinkets and the purest of jewels. His closets – yes plural because you spoil him way too much – are filled with the most beautiful of clothes made out of the most expensive of fabrics, imported from all over the continent or handmade by his dear friend and the castle’s best tailor Bartholomew. His dresser was stacked with the finest of beauty products, selected by the Queen’s very own skin magician and his treasure boxes carried the finest of jewellery for him to pick from.

Truly, Jungkook sometimes felt unworthy of everything you purchased for him and most of all, for everything you do for him.

You allow him to go wherever he wants to go. And one shouldn’t even use the word “allow” to describe his situation for he needn’t ask for your permission to go somewhere. Perhaps it would be best to use the words “make possible” to describe his state of living. You made it possible that Jungkook can go wherever he wanted to go. If he feels like running around the forest for two days, he can do that these days. If he feels like taking one of the wolves into the Snowy Mountains, he can do that these days. If he feels like riding all the way to the Nourishing Fields far, far away in the south of the Night Queendom, he can do that these days. And if he feels like staying in the castle for days, coming out of his chambers only to eat and drink and talk to you, he can do that these days.

And perhaps being happy over such simple things sounds peculiar to some, but to Jungkook they meant the world for he was finally and truly free to be a person. To be human. To be Jungkook. Jungkook was finally allowed to be himself, to think for himself, to exist for himself and for that freedom, he will always be in your debt.

Jungkook has his own chambers, but he spends most of his nights in your chambers for he really craved your company when falling asleep. Truly, Jungkook could only find true peace in sleeping when he could talk to you once the candles were extinguished and hold you as you drifted off to sweet unconsciousness together.

Jungkook is in your chambers tonight as well. He is already washed, wearing his most comfortable sleeping gown and with his hair soft from brushing it extensively. He used soaps infused with rose oils tonight, enjoying the sweet scent surrounding him. He is painting as he waits for you to return. The craft interests him greatly these days and he loves doing it to calm down.

You weren’t in the castle today. Royal business in one of the towns kept you busy while Jungkook decided to stay back to have a relaxing day. Again, he never had such a choice before. He had a very good day. First breakfast with you, then sword dance training and later he took Nahla – one of the wolf goddesses – out for a ride. He had lunch under a tree while She napped beside him and once he returned to the castle, it was already dark outside and he decided to eat dinner in the great hall with all the friends he made during his time here. He decided to spend his waiting time in your chambers once dinner was finished and he finished washing up, continuing the painting he had started yesterday. It was supposed to be your portrait and Jungkook plans on finishing it before your birthday next week. He knows that he can’t offer a lot, but hopes that the painting will be enough to show you his ever-growing love and undying gratitude.

The doors open, startling Jungkook, who barely manages to hide the painting before you have already entered the room. He stumbles to his feet, hiding his paint covered fingers behind his back.

“Oh? My starlight”, you stop in your steps, eyes softening upon seeing him, “you are here.”  

You chose the nickname because of his eyes, always telling him that he carried the lights of many stars in them. Jungkook really loved the nickname. It made him feel beautiful.

Jungkook nods his head to answer your question, hurrying to you in big steps.

“How was the ride, my Queen?” he asks, taking your right hand to bow down and kiss your knuckles.

His gesture makes you chuckle.

“What’s with all these formalities tonight?” you ask in laughter.

Jungkook lifts his head, eyes sparkling in playfulness.

“I merely wanted to make you laugh”, he says, “I know how much long days can drain you.”

You step closer and place a grateful kiss atop his cheek. Jungkook leans in with closed eyes, heart fluttering in his chest.

“You are truly the greatest treasure”, you whisper, sniffling quietly, “oh and you smell so sweet.”

“I used the rose soap tonight.”

“I see”, you say, hovering your hands above his cheek, “oh, I ache to touch you, but I shouldn’t. I reek of horse.”

Jungkook dismisses you with a shake of his head.

“Do you want to follow me?” he asks, turning his back to you to hurry away.

“Have you prepared something?” you ask, following him to your bathing room. You are so grateful to be back. You yearned for Jungkook the entire day. 

“Perhaps”, he says, sneaking a suspicious glance over his shoulder. The kind which makes you giggle in excited fondness. He is so precious.

Jungkook steps through the curtains first, holding them open for you. You follow with a fluttering heart.

“Tada”, he says, pointing at his surprise. The candles are soaking the room in golden lights, a wax burner infuses the air with a sweet rose scent and the bathtub is filled with hot water and your favourite bathing milk.

“Oh that is-“, you pause to look at everything. He prepared a plate of the finest meats and cheeses, topping it off with grapes and neatly cut bread. You look at him. His eyes are sparkling, his cheeks are rosy, “-did you prepare this?”

“I did”, Jungkook sticks his chest out in pride, “I did all of it myself. Our servants wanted to help me, but I gave them the night off. So I did all of it myself. I even cut the food and, and plated it. What do you think?”

“I think that it is so lovely”, you say, stepping closer just to cup his cheeks and kiss him.

Jungkook sighs, touching our lower back with gentle fingers.

“Thank you so much”, you whisper, “you truly are my treasure.”

Jungkook giggles, shoulders lifting to his ears.

“I wanted to treat you”, he confesses, “because you always take such great care of me. So I wanted to repay the favour.”

You give him a smile, tracing his glowing cheeks.

“You are so precious”, you say.

He blushes, taking a small step back afterwards.

“Shall I help you out of your clothes?” he offers.

“I am not going to deny you”, you say, turning your back to him so he can open the lacing of your corset.

You decided to go for riding pants and a loosely sitting blouse today, giving yourself some warmth by covering your waist in a warm leather corset and your torso in a matching jacket. Said jacket, you have already shrugged off, next to your riding boots and gloves. Jungkook works carefully to make sure that the lacing of your corset is neatly opened. He places his hands on your back to trail them to your front. The touch is of innocent nature, but leaves you with flickers of arousal in your stomach. You really missed his hands on your body, especially today when the weather was so cold.

He rests his chin on your shoulder so he has view down your torso, busying his fingers by opening the front clasps of the corset. He tries not to look at your cleavage, but still finds himself drawn to it. The corset pushes up your breasts so perfectly. He loves how pretty they look. He gulps.

“Weren’t you cold in the blouse?” he asks, voice slightly raspy.

“Yes, a little”, you answer him, resting your head against him.

“I see”, Jungkook breaks his eyes away before his mind wanders to different places, “I, I hope the bath will warm you”, he says, clearing his throat loudly afterwards. He feels like such a rude man, hoping that you hadn’t noticed his longing gazes.

He finally opens the corset and steps back, pulling the piece of clothing from your body. He places it over the clothing holder and rounds you.

“It will most definitely. I can’t wait to get in”, you tell him, studying his face as he opens your blouse. His furrowed brows let you know that he is taking his task very seriously.

He opens the lacing at the collar first, pulling it apart just enough to ensure your head wouldn’t get caught in it. He tries his hardest not to glance down the front. Then he runs his hands down your torso again until he reaches the hem of your pants. He tugs the blouse out of your pants, sneaking a glance up at your eyes.

“May I take it off?” he asks.

“Of course. You are so wonderful in what you are doing, that I’m feeling my heart race”, you confess, lifting your arms.

Jungkook pulls the piece of fabric off of you and carries it to the clothing holder, his cheeks are burning up because of your confession. His heart is racing too. When he turns back around, you have already slipped out of your pants, presenting them to him. He glances at your bared bottom then finally looks at the pants.

“You, uhm, you didn’t have to”, he says, taking them for you to drape them over the blouse. He really hopes that you didn’t see the glances he gave you. This was supposed to be your relaxing surprise and not his attempt to get a glimpse of your bared body.

You did notice, but you don’t mind. On the contrary, your beloved is beyond precious when he tries not to glance but still ends up glancing.

You dismiss him with a shake of your head, “I’m impatient, I really want to get into the water.”

“I see. Well, let me help you”, he says, hurrying to the bathtub so he can hold your hand as you step inside.

“Thank you”, you say, sinking into the hot water with a content sigh, “oh that is wonderful. Oh, I’m in paradise. The temperature is perfect.”

Jungkook feels incredibly proud because of your words, smiling to himself. He was scared that it might be too hot for you, but he did it perfectly. He feels very happy right now.

“Shall I scrub your back?” he offers, earning himself a fond smile from you.

“That would be lovely, but only if I can try some of that wonderful food.”

“Yes, of course you can. I prepared all of this just for you. You can eat as much as you want to”, he says, sitting down at the edge of the bathtub. He grabs the sponge and soaks it in the water, placing it on your back afterwards to scrub your skin gently.

You snatch a piece of cheese and a grape, eating it deliciously.

“Oh that is wonderful, my starlight”, you gush, “I was starving, this is so wonderful.”

Jungkook smiles, caressing your shoulder by massaging it gently. He dances the sponge over your other shoulder, making sure to clean you very thoroughly.

Jungkook stays with you as you clean yourself. He sits by the bathtub and feeds you the delicious food he prepared. And while he pays you company, you tell him about your day and scrub the parts you can reach with the soft sponge he prepared. Jungkook listens intently and you call him precious way too many times, which will make him blush and giggle every single time.

“Do you want to leave the bath?” he asks you once your body was clean and the food was finished.

“Yes.”

“Stay. I will get the towel.”

Jungkook helps you step out of the bathtub, offering you the towel to wrap yourself in. He stays close, rubbing your shoulders and leaning in to place a soft kiss on your neck.

“Jungkook”, you sigh, tilting your head to the side, “don’t do that, you know what effect it has on me”, you say, doing very little to actually stop him.

“Forgive me. Forgive me”, he whispers, kissing your neck repeatedly, “you smell so good, forgive me.”

“Lies. You aren’t sorry”, you say, sighing softly when he chuckles against your skin. 

“I really missed you, my destiny”, he whispers, “I thought of you all day.”

Jungkook chose this nickname for you because he found his true destiny when he met you. You loved it so much. It made you feel so incredibly cherished.

“You did?” you ask him.

Jungkook kisses you right under your ear where it tingles the most, “I did.”

“Oh you enchanter, you”, you whip around to slap his chest softly, “you know exactly what to say to seduce me, don’t you?”

Jungkook smiles softly, “I speak the truth”, he touches your arms to tub the towel against them.

You allow him, feeling even the last fragments of the long day melt off of you. 

“You are so precious”, you say with fondness in your voice.

Jungkook blushes and looks to the side, “shall I bring you your gown?” he asks to deflect the attention from him.

“Yes, that would be lovely.”

Jungkook turns and walks to the sitting bed on which he laid out your favourite night gown. He fetches it and turns, coming to realise that you are waiting for him bared. 

You find great enjoyment in the gulp he does, basking in his widening eyes. 

“You look-“ he clears his throat, “-your gown, my Queen. Here”, he says, hurrying to you in big steps. 

He helps you slip it on, fixing the slanted collar for you while you gazed at his face. 

“I thank you for all of this. Truly this is what I needed after today”, you tell him, painting a content smile on his face.

“I’m glad you feel that way. You work so very hard, my destiny”, he says, “I could never do all the things you do and for that I admire you.”

“Oh you”, you poke his chest, “you’re such a sweet talker.”

You leave the bathing room together. Jungkook offers to prepare your hair for sleeping and you accept instantly. He works diligently, having done your routine a hundred times before. He even includes a little scalp massage, sending shivers down your spine and almost making you fall asleep in your chair.

You have just finished your night routine and were in the middle of climbing into bed with him when someone knocks at your door, disturbing your peace.

“Who might that be?” Jungkook asks you, studying your features.

“I know not”, you answer him.

Another knock on the door lets both of you know that whoever wanted to enter, was persistent.

“Royal duties, am I right?” Jungkook jokes to lift your mood.

“Yes, indeed”, you say and sigh in annoyance, “come in!” you call out despite not wanting to.

Valkeria enters your chambers. Her eyes land on Jungkook relaxing under your covers, lips curling back in a distasteful scowl. Jungkook retorts it, pulling the blanket further up his body to let her know that all the frowning in the world won’t make him leave this place. This is as much his bed as it is yours and he is here to stay.

“Please excuse the late disturbance, my Queen, but Brothos is still waiting for your guidance with the carriages. He asked to send for you because he needs your answers by tomorrow morning”, she says. 

“Oh the carriages!” you exclaim, “I knew that something slipped my mind. I will be with him shortly”, you turn to Jungkook, “one last duty and then I'm with you, yes?”

“Yes, I will wait”, he says, sitting up so he can scoot closer to you and kiss your lips. He does this not only because he loves you, but also to spite Valkeria, “good luck, my Queen”, he whispers.

“Dear, you enchanter”, you breathe with a racing heart. You give his cheek a soft pinch, “I won’t be long”, you promise before getting out of bed to leave the chambers after throwing on your night coat and slipping into your night shoes.

Valkeria stays behind, eyeing Jungkook with disgust. 

Jungkook retorts it, frowning but with confidence. He holds his head high, making sure to show off the golden promise ring sitting on his finger.

“When are you finally going to return my knife?” she asks him.

“When I feel like it”, he retorts. 

“Tzt, such a nuisance”, she murmurs and turns to stomp out of the room. 

Jungkook falls into the pillows and sighs. He isn’t angry at her. Not anymore. Perhaps he even feels a little victorious. He knows that Valkeria will never win over him. She can frown and voice her distaste all she wants, but at the end of the day Jungkook was still your treasure. He was still your partner and beloved Jungkook and that was the most empowering thing he could be.

Jungkook is already significantly sleepier when you finally return. 

“Please forgive me for taking so long. Brothos had a lot to talk about”, you say, finally climbing under the covers with him, “but everything is sorted now. They’re bound to leave with the first light.”

You roll yourself over, caging in his head between your elbows and running your fingers through his hair. Jungkook blinks at you slowly, placing his hands on your back. 

“You aren’t going to fall asleep, are you?” you ask him.

“No, I’m just sleepy”, he answers you.

“I see, the difference is grande isn’t it?” you snicker.

Jungkook smiles tiredly, “it is”, he insists, “I want to stay awake with you.”

“You do?”

Jungkook nods his head, running his hands up your back. He runs them down along your arms, returning to your back again just to feel you up. The touch rises goosebumps on your skin.

“I want to have you”, he confesses, eliciting sparks of desire in your stomach.

“You want to have me?”

Jungkook nods his head, running his hands down your arms and to your chest. He cups your breasts, massaging them over the thin material of your gown.

“I thought of you as you were missing”, he locks eyes with you, “and how beautiful your breasts looked in the candlelight”, he adds, massaging your flesh with loving passion.

The touch elicits a sigh from you, sending shivers down your spine. His confession sends heat to your core, making you ache for him. You squirm just slightly, drawing closer to him. His hands are warm and big. His touch feels wonderful.

“I must confess that I didn’t want to ask you because I didn’t want to pressure you, but I feel the same”, you say, leaning down until your lips were almost touching.

“You do?” he asks breathily, eyes closed and fingers rolling your nipples. He craves your kiss like nothing else.

“I do. Riding all day made me….sensitive”, you say and snicker, “and then I noticed all the glances you sent my way.”

“You noticed?” he sighs, feeling your breath swirl against his lips. Oh how he aches for it to be your lips instead.

“I did”, you say, letting your lips brush against his’, “my cunt aches for your cock, Jungkook.” 

“You fluster me”, he gasps, “oh sometimes you say the most sinful of things”, he whines, cupping his own cheeks as they feel like burning up.

You laugh, replacing his hands with yours, “you are so precious”, you say, finally pulling him into a kiss. 

Jungkook moans, hooking his arms behind your head to keep you from pulling away. Not that you plan on pulling away. You have craved his kiss all day. Knowing that you have someone as precious as Jungkook by your side fulfils you with daily happiness. You wake easier now that you know you have Jungkook to wake up to and you sleep better knowing that you will always have his arms to fall into. You have also realised that you leave a lot harder, yearning for him the moment you set foot out of the castle and hoping for a quick return. Truly, all you really want to do these days is spend time with him and spoil him with the finest of treasures and sweetest of kisses. 

You run your hand down his chest, lingering on his left pec. Jungkook has a sensitive chest. You have figured out that much in the countless nights you shared together. 

You place your fingers right on his nipple and circle it slowly. 

“Oh”, Jungkook lets out, kiss breaking so he can gasp for air. He chases you with an arch of his back, fingers grasping your shoulders.

“Do you like it?” you ask him.

“Yes”, he sighs, pulling you back into the kiss. 

You allow him gladly, sighing his name as your lips get lost in a passionate rhythm. Jungkook sighs your name as well, feeling his head turn and his length swell between his legs. Your touch to his nipples is way too powerful, oh Jungkook feels bewitched and dizzy. 

Jungkook is a very good kisser. Perhaps the best you ever had. He wasn’t always, but developed the most wonderful of skills in the time with you. He was sloppy at first and way too eager, which resulted in many giggly moments. So in a sense he never was truly bad, as kissing each other always felt right, he merely learned how to be tender and gentle.

And Jungkook truly is such a gentle man. You learned that about him when you did the simple thing of allowing him to live. Jungkook may enjoy straining his body's strength in training and grow his muscles, but at the core of his being he was a tender man. He enjoyed fabrics which felt soft on the skin and enjoyed clothing which didn’t pinch. He loved sweet smells and you often listen to him talk about a certain scent and why he didn’t or did enjoy it. He enjoyed cleanliness and loved taking care of his skin and hair. You have also realised that Jungkook is bursting in talent. His singing voice is sweeter than honey and his sword dance skills are remarkable, he also has a great talent for painting and shows interest in stitching. Truly, Jungkook is the most remarkable person you have ever met. And you are beyond grateful that destiny brought him to you and that he can finally be himself.

Jungkook pushes at you, surprising you so greatly that you fall to your back and Jungkook can claim the space above you. The kiss breaks solely because you let it break.

“You surprised me”, you whisper, gazing into his eyes. They were filled with love and desire, mirroring your state. 

“You should rest. You worked so hard all day”, he whispers, tracing the shape of your cheek with the back of his hand. 

“I'm so affected”, you confess, “oh my starlight, why can’t we undress ourselves and connect already?”

“I want that as well”, Jungkook says, sitting up so he can take off his gown. 

You sit up as well, doing the same. You throw it to the side, locking eyes with him. Well, at least you attempt to as Jungkook’s gaze is locked onto your chest. 

“Touch me, Jungkook”, you order lovingly, dropping back into the pillows. 

Jungkook reaches for you instantly, cradling your breasts in his strong hands. When you met him, his hands were callused and carried many small wounds. It all has healed these days. Jungkook has the softest hands. You often tell him that they weren’t sculpted to be the hands of a cruel murderer like he so long believed himself to be, but that you always knew that he had hands of a loving man. Jungkook spilled tears when you told him, as he so often does when he realises just how incredibly much he loves you. You find it beyond precious and always buy him new treasures the next day. 

“You are so beautiful”, Jungkook whispers, eyes racing over your breasts.

“So are you”, you breathe. 

“I want to lose myself in you”, Jungkook moans softly and lowers himself to your chest. His length presses against your naked thigh, giving you a sweet glimpse of how swollen you have already gotten him. He moves it against you slowly, moaning and sighing as his tongue is busy with worshiping your nipples.

“That feels so good”, you sigh, running your hands through his soft hair. Your eyes are closed so you can truly enjoy his sweet touches. Jungkook is a very attentive lover. He learns by doing and observing and improves by truly listening. You have always known that behind his inexperience, potential for greatness lied. And you weren’t disappointed, not one bit. He takes time to explore you and more often than not you have to be the one to tell him to hurry up for he could truly spend hours worshipping your every inch. 

Tonight is no different. You sense that Jungkook is in the process of losing himself to the sensations, hips restlessly chasing friction and rubbing his cock sensitive as a result. You don’t want that. You need him inside of you. Need him becoming sensitive because of your warm cunt. 

“Jungkook, beloved”, you get out, tugging at his hair gently.

“Mhm”, he hums, sucking on your right nipple while his fingers massaged the other. 

“Slip inside”, you say, forcing Jungkook to break contact with your nipple.

“Are you certain? Should, should I not lick you first?” he asks. His cheeks are so heated, his lips look so soft. 

“Not tonight. I really need you.”

“I understand”, Jungkook exhales shakily, “oh, I’m so excited now”, he confesses and smiles shyly. 

“Me too”, you retort his smile, “I can't wait.”

Jungkook climbs between your legs, reaching down to align himself with your entrance. He rubs his tip against it slowly, eliciting a shaky gasp from you. 

“Oh…Jungkook…” you sigh. 

“You are so wet”, he whispers, voice trembling in pleasure. He guides his tip up to your heat, parting your folds with it before rubbing slow circles on your sensitive clit. 

Your legs open further, your breath hitches in your throat. Oh how sensitive you are. Even such simple touches send fiery pleasure through your limbs. 

Jungkook trails his cock down to your entrance again, massaging it with his tip. He pushes in every second time, not much but just enough to give you a little glimpse of pressure. He abandons your hole afterwards just to circle your clit. He repeats the process over and over again. Truly he drives you mad in desperation. 

“Be quicker”, you say, holding his shoulders. 

Jungkook sneaks a glance up at your face and smiles shyly.

“I love your wetness so much”, he says, returning to your entrance. He pushes and finally allows his length to slip deeper. 

“Ah, yes”, you moan, closing your eyes in bliss. 

“You are so warm”, Jungkook keens and then his own eyes fall closed as he sinks into you inch by inch. 

He begins moving once he bottoms out, allowing your bodies to get used to the sensation with slow, long strokes. His hands are gripping the pillow beside your head, muscles tensing. You have your hands on his chest, rubbing his nipples.

“That feels so good”, he whispers and moans softly, circling his hips when he's deep inside. He continues the rhythm, but adds the circles for a new sensation. 

“Keep going, you are wonderful”, you encourage him, melting into a puddle of warm pleasure. 

You had intercourse before Jungkook. It was fun and you enjoyed it, but nothing could have prepared you for how Jungkook will make you feel. When he is inside you, you feel like flying and as if nothing in this world could defeat you. When he is close, you feel content and whole. And only through holding him, you have found true peace. Truly, Jungkook feels different and it is the best type of different ever. 

“Oh mhm”, Jungkook lets out, lowering himself to his elbows. 

You peel your eyes open, meeting his hazy gaze. 

“Are you alright?” you ask him, basking in his racing heartbeat against your palm.

“Yes. The position was exhausting”, he explains. 

“I see. You held out long, my starlight”, you praise with a smile, “are you comfortable now?”

He nods his head, cupping your cheek and showing you a sweet smile.

“It feels…so good”, he whispers, smile falling solely because he lets his eyes flutter closed and his lips part instead. He moans softly, running his thumb over your cheek. 

You love the position so very much. Like this your chests are touching, exchanging warmth and closeness. Your legs are resting on his thighs, bend slightly by the knees and getting pushed up into your body each time he thrusts into you. Like this you can’t really close them around him, but you don’t mind as it gives you a glimpse of his strong thighs tensing with each movement. It also allows his pubic bone to rub against your clit, sending bolts of lightning through your veins each time that happens.

You sigh his name, reaching up to cup his cheek. Jungkook leans into the touch instinctively, hips faltering before gaining in a little bit of speed. 

“You're beautiful”, you whisper, moaning softly because it feels so wonderful to be fucked by him.

“My Queen”, Jungkook whimpers, “oh, ah, a-ah.”

He loves calling you by your true title in bed and you love that he does. Jungkook loves to submit to you. He loves serving you and making sure that you are pleased. He loves how it makes you feel and loves how wonderful you reward him because of it. 

“You're mine”, you whisper, hand falling to his throat gently.

Jungkook gasps, eyes opening slowly to gaze at you.

“I'm yours”, he whispers shakily, hips stuttering desperately. 

“You are. You’re my starlight”, you say, giving his veins a soft squeeze.

“Oh ___”, Jungkook gasps, squeezing his eyes shut, “please don’t let go.”

Your stomach tingles in pleasure, your heart flutters unbearably. 

You have choked Jungkook before. Quite often actually. One time you choked him as you were on top, riding his cock. Another time you choked him as you fucked into him from behind and he covered his cheeks with his tears of pleasure. Another time you choked him solely for the sake of choking him. No other stuff happened. Jungkook rested comfortably in bed while you experimented with different grips and strengths and he reacted accordingly with sweet sighs and blissed moans. And another time you ordered him to choke himself while you licked and sucked his cock. 

You really enjoy it and maybe Jungkook enjoys it even more. He loves the dizzy feeling he gets when you cut off his blood. He loves how his head starts pounding when the seconds become more and more. And he loves the rush he gets when you release him again. 

He also loves how it makes him feel. When you choke him, Jungkook feels happy and content and owned. And such statements may sound confusing to one as Jungkook always talks about cherishing his freedom, but that was the point. Jungkook has the freedom to choose to feel owned. He just has to say the word and you would release him, but he has the freedom to stay quiet and to enjoy being yours for as long as he wants to. And quite frankly, being yours is his proudest achievement. There is nothing he would want to be more. 

“Harder”, he begs, hips chasing your warmth desperately. 

You increase the pressure on his veins, basking in his heart skipping a beat and the shaky gasp he lets out. You can feel his heart race in his veins, feeling dizzy because of it. 

“I'm yours”, he croaks, “I'm all yours”, he gets out and whimpers softly, face contorting into an expression of hazy pleasure. You know that face. It is the face when the hot intense pleasure your cunt brings him mixes with the slight fogginess the choking brings his brain. It is both strong yet gentle, makes him feel both breathless and light as a feather. 

“Yes my starlight, you’re all mine”, you whisper, tensing around his length. 

Jungkook moans, voice vibrating against your hand. 

“My Queen”, he croaks, hips chasing you desperately. The new rhythm shakes you, knocking deep sounds of pleasure out of you. 

Skin slaps against skin. His thighs push against your legs, his fingers twist a bundle of pillow. And his body grinds against your clit so intensely, you almost release his throat to instead scratch down his back

“Keep going, ah Jungkook, ah my beloved ah”, you moan loudly, doing everything in your power to keep squeezing his throat. 

“I'm so hazy, it feels so good”, Jungkook moans, doing everything in his power to keep moving. All he wants to do is fall on top of you and sob your name. It feels so good to be choked. It feels so incredibly good. 

Jungkook often thinks back to your beginnings. He thinks back to the time in his life where he thought that women were witches and that sex was their way of getting to a man's soul. He laughs about it these days because he couldn’t have been more wrong. Sex is the most wonderful experience. Especially with you. Only with you. He doesn’t even mind that perhaps you are stealing a little bit of his soul, maybe he even wants you to.

Jungkook thrusts into you, shaking your entire body with it.

“O-oh fu-“, your voice cuts off before you could finish, fingers digging into his throat tightly, “Jungkook…ah Jungkook, J-Jungkook.”

You are tensing up, losing yourself to the sensations. Your cunt aches in sensitivity, his length feels like heaven inside. Your body trembles each time he fucks into you, his strength turns you into a hazy, dizzy mess. 

“So tight”, he croaks, meaning both your cunt and your grip, “don’t stop, my Queen. Ah please, I feel so good”, he keens, gulping under your grip while his cock aches inside you, “do you feel good too?” 

“Yes, yes, yes”, you chant, “oh yes. Yes!”

You have guards outside. Probably Valkeria and maybe Leyanna. Your doors were not soundproof. Are you both aware that they aren’t? Yes, you are very aware. But that doesn’t stop you from being as loud as you are. You always lose yourselves in the sensations that, quite frankly, it is just you and him right now. No world around you, no other people, nothing. Just you and him fucking like desperate animals. Jungkook also likes to make you be loud when Valkeria is around because he can show her that he can serve you so much better than she ever could. He would never tell you that, but he loves the rush of power it gives him.

“Good, that’s good”, he gets out, resorting to moaning afterwards. His head is pounding, his blood flow is cut off. Oh, Jungkook is riding on the sensation with his toes curling in pleasure. He twists the pillow, thrusting into you with a desperate strength. He feels how your thighs tremble because of it and hears how sweet you sound in reaction. He keeps going. He keeps fucking you hard and rough just so he can feel your thighs tremble and hear you moan. It motivates him so much. He doesn’t fuck you that hard to chase a selfish wave of pleasure, he is doing it for you. He knows that you love it when he is rough and strong and he wants to give you your favourite sensations. That is why he fucks like that right now. To give you your favourite kind of fuck.

“Jungkook I’m close”, you gasp out, arching your back as best as the position allows you to.

“I, I know. I feel it”, he stutters, hips chasing your tightness.

“Ah my starlight”, you croak, dropping into the sheets, “almost there, don’t you dare stop.”

“I won’t”, Jungkook promises you, shaking his head even if that makes your fingers dig deeper and for him to almost pass out in pleasure. He can’t breathe from it. He can’t function. It feels so good to be choked. Oh it feels so good.

Jungkook sobs softly, dripping tears onto your cheeks.

“My Queen”, he whimpers, “I’m yours.”

“No, I’m yours”, you moan, falling into your high uncontrollably, “ah Kook”, you squeak, fingers almost slipping from his throat if he didn’t grab it panickedly to keep it there. He squeezes for you, strong hand resting over yours and glassy eyes focused on your pleasure contorted face.

“That feels so good. It feels so good”, he whispers, hips chasing your high to make it as best as possible for you, “I love you, my destiny, I love you more than anything.”

“I can’t...breathe”, you press out, wheezing for air, “oh”, you get out, shaking anew as Jungkook’s rough grinding lifts your high into mindnumbing altitudes.

“Neither can I, oh I feel breathless”, Jungkook says and sobs softly, “I’m yours”, he says, making your hand squeeze his throat even tighter.

His hips stutter uncontrollably, his thighs tense against yours.

“I can’t hold it anymore”, he confesses, voice frail and weak from the harsh choke.

Luckily for him, you are slowly coming down already, being present enough to hear his desperate confession. You feel so incredibly fulfilled from your high and yet you begin aching for his warm seed the moment your dear love begins trembling above you.

“Let go of my hand”, you order.

Jungkook drops his hand, twisting the pillow instead. He whimpers, nose scrunching up in tormented pleasure.

“There we go, you are my most precious love”, you whisper, “let go for me, my starlight”, you encourage him, releasing his throat.

Blood shoots back to his brain, his body crumbles instantly. Jungkook barely manages to get your name out and then his voice cuts off as he fights for air, cock throbbing inside of you and body feeling as if fire magic had a hold of him. He rides out his high in seven stuttering thrusts, filling your cunt with his warm seed and your heart with immortal love.

He collapses on top of you once his high died down, body feeling defeated. His skin is sticky in sweat, as is yours. He is panting, arms cradling you so tightly you wonder if he wanted to merge with you. His hair is tickling your neck as he turned his head in a way that would allow him to breathe. Truly, he wants to hide away in your neck, but he knows that such a request was impossible right now. He needs air, you have stolen him of it and now he needs to get it back.

You are breathing heavily as well, struggling just a little with his weight atop of you. Your fingers run up and down his spine, your legs are still wrapped around his thighs.

You feel so happy.

“How”, he clears his throat, “how are you?”

“Good, still dizzy”, you answer him, “and you?”

He nods his head, “defeated?” he says and laughs breathily, covering his eyes behind his hand, “oh goddesses.”

You giggle, giving him a loving squeeze.

“You are so precious”, you say, craning your neck to kiss the back of his head.

Jungkook lifts his head in reaction, propping himself up on his elbows with his last remaining strength.

“No, I’m too tired”, he gives up, rolling off of you instead to cuddle into the pillows next to you. Not for long because he seeks your closeness instantly, draping his arm across your chest and hiding his face in your neck while his leg laid itself between yours. He sighs contently, giving you sleepy neck kisses and small sounds of contentment. They constituted of little giggles, soft sighs and squeaky noises as he breathed out. He always gets like this after a good fuck and you find tranquillity in it. Jungkook is so sweet when he is content.

“Shouldn’t we relieve ourselves before we become too tired and fall asleep?” you ask him, caressing his arm.

Jungkook shakes his head, making you laugh.

“So you would rather take five days of painful peeing over going now?”

“Yes”, he says, making you chuckle, “you’re so warm.”

You try to leave only to be held back by his strong grip. He even tenses his arm for it.

“Dear, oh Jungkook you clingy man, just let me get up. I’ll be back as quickly as possible”, you complain in a laugh, trying to get his arm off your chest.

Jungkook moves his head, gazing up at you with droopy, lovedrunk eyes.

“Promise?” he asks.

“Yes promise”, you say fondly, poking the tip of his nose, “I have to hold my precious starlight for sleep, don’t I?”

Jungkook flusters, giggling sweetly and squeezing his eyes shut in shyness. He relaxes his arm, hiding his face in the pillow. Truly, he makes it so hard to leave for your heart was melting in love for him. You peck his ear and finally get up to leave. You’ll be back as soon as possible. You promised him and you intent on keeping it.

#jungkook smut #jungkook fantasy #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenario #jungkook oneshot #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts oneshot #bts x reader #bts x you #bangtan smut #bangtan fanfic #bangtan scenario #bangtan oneshot #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #fanfic: kinktober22 #fanfic: queendom series

[shhh-secret-time]

Baby please, I am begging you to get out of the tags!! You can't keep those headcanons there! Because when I read that Butters is the museum owner in your Au I squealed so loudly!! He would be so cute! Getting all stary eyed everytime you bring something in??? AHHHH! 💖💖💖💖

Yes!! He starts off just so sad that the museum doesn't have anything. Constantly cleaning the display cases even though there's nothing in there.

But the farmer (you), come around with the little trinkets you find at the mines. Digging things up or finding them while fishing. And like you said he just gets these stars in his eye. (Yeah he still lost the other one)

Goes on for hours if you'll let him! Speculating the history behind the dwarven artifacts. He polishes those gems with such care! Butters is the happiest he's ever been since leaving the big city.

I think Kenny and him decided to just runaway one day. They grabbed Karen and moved out to the valley!

(That way if you ship Bunny it works, and if you don't it's just two besties supporting each other.)

As you start bringing in more things he starts looking over at the front door more. He perks up expecting you to come in covered in dirt, but he thinks it gives you a certain charm. He can smell the earth on you and immediately associates you with a flower of some kind. He'll change the flower pinned to his shirt to whatever that flower is. Got red hair? He's got tulips. The prettiest blue eyes ever?! Hydrangeas put carefully next to his heart. Oh you think your brown eyes are boring? How dare you, they're patches of soil that help support life!

Dude practically has hearts fluttering around his head when he sees you. Lips quivered into a smile, trying not to giggle just because he's nervous.

I swear his one heart event would be him crafting you something. He works with Scott to build a display case for it and sends it to you. It's not so big that it won't fit in the mailbox, maybe like a little box. It'll be something that doesn't belong in a museum but maybe one day it'll be in the house you share.

I'm working on Stan's sheet right while I'm at work! I'm writing up heart events like he's gonna be in the game ☠️

Tag List: @hunnysnoops @apple-butter-tea

#south park #stardew valley #star park au #leopold butters stotch #butters x reader #butters x farmer #i guess? #god damn it guys #this shit is so wholesomely sweet #i wanna rp now #sp fanfiction #south park fanfiction #reader insert #south park x reader #x reader #apple-butter-tea #I do this for you baby #i know you love that little dandelion with all your little heart. #if nft butters is the bad time line #i hope this is the good one #he has most certainly banned eric from the display area #that doesn't stop him and it makes Butters so nervous #hes just tapping his fingers together mumbling #not that I think Eric would ever go in until he finds out Butters doesn't want him there. #then it's game on #I also can't decide if Kyle should be the doctor or the teacher for the kids #because...I like professor Kyle #I like professor Kyle very much #BUT THEN WHO'S THE DOCTOR????

[atlantis-just-drowned]

My favorite character and new fictional crush is definitely Angel Dust but the character I look like the most is probably Husk, because I constantly look like I want to beat people up while internally I analyze everyone's personality, and will normally stfu about it, but if I'm mildly annoyed I'll spill your darkest secrets to the face of the Mother Earth.

#however #the Internet persists in calling me Alastor because i happen to be a crazy ass mfer from time to time #this mood is NOT my whole personality #but i can be ominous if i decide to #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #angel dust #whispers from atlantis #bestie's trinkets box

[arsuns-ramblings]

People usually feel bad post-con but i’m better i feel bad pre-con 😌 (my last con was a terrible experience and the starting point of an atrocious period of my life so i’m anxious help)

#yes atty this is about you know who #yes i know i am traumatised from him i see it now #bestie's trinket box

[mediummushroom]

lunchbox cake trinket boxes for lovers or besties for march first 🐰🐰 i enjoyed adding extra frosting texture for that homemade cake look

#my art #decoden #fake cake

[fruitcoops]

p l e a s e i need more reg and leo! maybe leo going to nyu for a christmas party or something??? awk baby reggie being timid to give leo a present bc he’s never really had a best friend before him? i’m obsessed with your writing!!!

Presentssssss! It's nowhere near February (thank god) but I spent a lovely morning in the sun with a dear friend and wanted to write some bestie vibes <3

It was unseasonably warm, for a Tuesday in February. Leo liked to think that was on purpose. That somewhere, somehow, the universe was apologizing for dropping him into the Northeast and causing winter to exist.

Not that it had much to apologize for—everything else about Gryffindor had turned out to be rather perfect.

The toe of Regulus’ sneaker kept a metronome beat on the hood of the car. Back and forth, tap-to-tap-and-tap, white rubber and black canvas against dark paint. The metal beneath them was sun-warm and Leo could feel himself getting sleepy.

“I got you something.”

“Mmm?”

“I got you something,” Regulus repeated. Leo watched him through the sliver of his periphery, rummaging in his hoodie pocket. It was too big—Sirius’, if he had to guess—with a faded logo on the front. The cuffs were frayed from anxious hands the same as Regulus’ other ones. It was good to see him branch out with colors. The faded blue looked nice on him.

Leo jerked his chin up. “Nice sweater.”

Regulus’ neck reddened. “Not my first choice.”

“Honest, it looks good on you.”

There was a vague, murmured assent before Regulus emerged from his search and thrust his hand out to Leo, nearly smacking him in the chest. “For you. Bon anniversaire.”

Leo bit back his smile as he sat up against the windshield and rubbed the drowsiness from his eyes. They were still working on the whole ‘teasing’ thing. “Thanks, man. You didn’t have to do that.”

Regulus frowned slightly. “I know.”

“Still. Thank you.”

The box rattled when Regulus pushed it toward him again, oddly reminiscent of a puppy offering its chew toy or a cat bringing a dead mouse over the porch. Wrapping paper crinkled in Leo’s hands, thin and wrinkled; scotch tape had been slapped on a bit haphazardly and one corner was ripped from its journey.

Regulus shuffled a millimeter closer, hands hidden in his pocket once more. The minute tilt of his chin gave away his impatience like a neon sign.

The twine bow slipped free with ease, as did the top fold of paper. There was no card, but Leo had expected as much. The gift alone was a surprise; he wasn’t dumb enough to think Regulus would start spilling sappy words to him.

The box was hardly bigger than his palm and had clearly been snatched from an earlier gift. Sturdy cardboard and a well-fit lid that came free with a gentle wiggle. Leo heard Regulus’ breath catch. He was leaning even closer now, peering over like he had forgotten what he put in there.

Or, perhaps, looking for something else. Leo paused for a moment with the lid half-on and risked a glance out of the corner of his eye. Regulus’ gaze flickered between his hand and his face, as if his reaction was worth bated breath and a pale hand twisted in old polyester.

Leo took the lid off and let out a bark of laughter. “Oh my god!”

“You like it?” Regulus asked immediately.

“Fuck yeah, I do.” He reached inside and took the small Squirtle figurine out, turning it over and over in his palm. “Hold on—”

Gel pens, hard candies, a pop-socket, various trinkets—at least a dozen other items were nestled in the little box with the same care as the mini Squirtle.

At least a dozen little moments when Regulus thought of him.

It hit Leo like a slapshot to the chest. He looked down at the Squirtle, at its painted smile that matched his laptop sticker. More vinyl stickers were tucked to the side of the box and he recalled an offhand comment to Regulus, months ago, that his new waterbottle looked naked without the usual decoration.

“Dude,” he said quietly. Regulus shifted next to him, Converse squeaking on the hood. “Dude, thank you.”

The nerves written all over Regulus’ face broke into careful hope. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it?” Leo laughed. “I love it, are you kidding?”

“Oh, okay.” Regulus’ small smile betrayed him; he stiffened when Leo pulled him into an awkward side hug, but relaxed after a breath or two and offered a light pulse back.

“This is—wow, this is so cool!” The stickers were all different, too. Leo could see it in his mind’s eye: Regulus, out running errands or exploring in his quiet way and seeing them by the register. Seeing a rack of stickers and thinking of Leo, of all people, more than once as a passing thought. Painstakingly unwrapping minifigures and peeling price stamps off with his constantly-bitten nails.

It was—it was just too much.

“Regulus,” he said again, softer.

“I was worried it wasn’t right.”

“What?” The tiny wrinkle had appeared between his brows again and Leo nudged him on the shoulder until it faded. “Hey, hey, no, none of that. This is the best present.”

“You don’t have to say that.”

“It’s my favorite,” he insisted. Regulus still looked skeptical. “It is, don’t give me that face. I love it. It’s the best.”

“It’s a Pokémon.”

“And candy, and stickers, and, like, a billion other things I like,” Leo argued. “It’s my birthday. I get to decide what the best present is.”

The smile returned; he took Regulus’ punch to the arm happily. “D’accord, it’s not so bad,” Regulus admitted, twisting his hoodie strings around and around in spirals. Despite his words, he looked more than a little pleased with himself. “I haven’t—” He hesitated, then tipped his head back and forth. “I haven’t given a lot of birthday gifts. So. I’m glad you enjoy this one.”

“You’re really good at it.”

Regulus’ ears turned pink. “Ouais?”

“Ouais.”

“Well, merci.”

“Your school friends are damn lucky to have you.”

His grin broadened, affectionate in a way that made Leo’s heart squeeze. He was so fucking grateful for the wreck of last January. “They’re cool,” Regulus agreed. His foot collided with Leo’s ankle. “You’d like them.”

“Sorry, I don’t mix well with nerds.”

Regulus took great care to place the box on the top of the care—a touch Leo appreciated for Squirtle’s sake—before wrestling him into a swift headlock.

#regulus black #leo knut #leo and reg friendship #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #fluff #besties #birthday present

[the-phantom-author]

Hasan Piker | Long Distance Relationship

Is this a mix of a request for long distance reader and meeting on a dating app? Yes. Is there a splash of bestie Hasan? Also yes, but we love it.

Reblogs welcomed, request are open!

You have a career that involves traveling a lot, and your not really in one place for longer than five-six months. However, you do live in California, so when you do spend a long amount of time in one place, it’s usually in California. 

You connect with Hasan through a dating app. It honestly starts as one of those “It’s nothing serious” things, the two of you meet up sometimes, sometimes you go out and do some kind of activity, sometimes the two of you just chill, you also tend to hook up. 

You are never not meeting up with him when you are in state, and you both know that it's not just the two of you hooking up. The both of you genuinely think of each other as one of your closest friends. 

Over time, as you continue to see each other, it evolves into the both of you being exclusive, without really telling each other. It just sorta happened, you were never really interested in finding other people to hook up with, and he  can’t even bring himself to think about anyone else. 

It comes to ahead one night, y’all are laying in bed together, in the middle of a thumb war  to distract yourselves from the serious conversation that your about to have, when he tells you that he has fallen in love with you. You end up losing the thumb war with him because “Oh shit, me to bestie”

It’s a bit hard at first because he’s a clingy man, and likes being able to be around you as often as possible. This is bridged by the two of you calling and messaging as much as you can afford to. Always facing timing for one meal each day, setting reminders to contact each other, bringing him trinkets from the places that you go, and always  staying at each other's place when you are in state. 

I imagine you sending each other care boxes. Filled with different kinds of candy, drinks, postcards, souvenirs, and whatever else you can fit in a box and send to him. 

#hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasan x reader #bestie!hasan

[keysorsomething]

Clef and Strelnikov Headcanons

Clef and Dmitri Hit the Road is the single most important peice of literature I ever read in my life and these are all completely self indulgant.

Btw I'm not viewing this through a romantic lens I just think they're very close and too silly :3

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They def have shared a bed before

- It started in Brazil (Clef and Dmitri Hit the Road reference) when they passed out drunk in the same hotel bed and they kinda just kept doing it whenever was convenient.

- Clef was averse to being held in his sleep (trauma) but Dmitri couldn't fall asleep without holding something (trauma) and they helped eachother work through it

-Now sometimes Dmitri pulls up to Clef's dorm and makes himself comfortable if he's having a hard night and vice versa

-Dmitri lays close enough that his inner elbow rests on Clef but he's not pressed against him and they hold hands and that was the compromise they settled on between no physical contact and spooning

-Clelfdraki but Kondraki wakes up and assumes that Clef is already up but when he turns over he finds Dmitri in his bed snuggling his husband (this is a regular occurrence)

Clef gets dragged into Russian traditions all the time cause of him

- Especially the one where they sit in silence before one of them goes on a mission

- Dmitri will literally flip his shit if Clef tries to avoid it

- Whenever Dmitri needs to go to Clef's office he brings a gift of some sort

- Clef's desk is covered in little trinkets that Dmitri gave him (The ones that didn't fit are in a box in his dorm)

They've kissed before

- Another Russian tradition Clef can not escape from is Dmitri greeting him after one of them has been on the field for a long time

- There's a tradition in Russia where two men who are super close greet each other with a big tight hug and three kisses to the temple if it's been a long time since last they saw each other

-Sometimes they kiss eachother on the mouth

- It happened once and never again

-Clef still gets temple/cheek kisses though

-Sometimes Dmitri sneaks in an extra if he was extra worried about Clef

They play poker every Friday and get super drunk

- It's Texas Hold 'Em

- No one is allowed to refer to it as Texas Hold 'Em (Texas talk is banned in their presence)

After a day where Dmitri had to think really hard and a lot he only speaks in Russian and Clef will obnoxiously nod and go "Ah yes, I understand.. you want (thing he def did not say he wanted)"

Dmitri is Clef's favorite and he genuinely loves the guy (even if not romantically, that's just his bestest friend)

They talk about how their therapy sessions went even though they aren't supposed to

- Neither take their therapy seriously

- It's mostly joking about Dr. Glass and/or how good they got him

They're the kinda besties to talk shit about someone while they're in earshot

#scp fandom #scp foundation #agent strelnikov #dr. alto clef #alto clef #dr. clef #dr clef #clefdraki #keys.headcanons

[ninathekllrr]

Dear Lord, Let Me Never Be Digestable.

Eyeless Jack and Mitch Harlan (og eyeless Jack protagonist) one-shot blurb thing.

Cryptic!eyeless Jack (it/its user.)

“Mitch was EJ’s victim & killed his brother”shhh they are besties now and Jack lives rent free w him 🫵🫵

Only content warning is cannibalism n stuff

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“Jack, is this really necessary?” The sleepy blonde yawned. The night tyrant could only nod eagerly in response to him and plopped down a medium-sized cardboard box in front of Mitch.

Mitch had to put up with the creature's bullshit for several years now and wasn’t too sure how he did it either. It was like taking care of a dog. And Mitch never liked having pets because he could hardly take care of himself, let alone something completely out of this world! It didn’t help that Jack had the audacity to bring back strays. STRAYS!! As if Mitch didn’t consider it a stray itself!! Though he still somewhat cared for EJ.

Through the course of the three years, he had to unfortunately know of the unearthly being; he lost his brother (to Jack) and that house as well. It doesn’t help that before he moved in with Edwin his house was foreclosed. And of course, he refuses to live with his parents; he ends up in some shitty run-down apartment with some screamo-obsessed ripoff emo Rake. He had to be lying if he said it was totally bad being with Jack though, it could be silly and enjoyable at times actually! Sometimes he felt like the two together were in an Eddie and Venom situation. . minus the M!preg stuff and yeah! (I’m so sorry for the reference 😭)

Speaking of the man-eating boogeyman—Mitch never knew what he’d wake up to or what surprise awaited him when he entered his apartment. Once Jack started making itself way too comfortable in Mitch’s personal space, the man in question barely got a lick of sleep. Tonight was no exception either. It was the night of Christmas Eve before Christmas Day and Mitch was celebrating by sleeping in. Something that was so rare since work and Jack were always up his ass. He didn’t bother with all the Christmas stuff; He’d rather get stoned and pass out watching some shitty 80s movie. Not this year though, Jack had other plans.

Jack had been gathering some Christmas decor from some of its victims' houses for the past two weeks! Which explained the box thing. Inside, the decorations varied from Christmas lights, Christmas tree ornaments, a mini Christmas tree you’d find at the dollar store, and some other jolly knick-knacks. It came down to presenting the box to Mitch at 11:39 pm because it just loves fucking up his favorite person’s sleep schedule.

It did take a while to drag Mitch Harlan out of bed, and while he wasn’t too happy about being awake for something so silly, Jack wasn’t taking no for an answer. How Jolly could a monster possibly be? Mitch mentally complained.

The answer was somewhat jolly. Jack watched with anticipation as Mitch pulled out each separate trinket from the box and laid them on the kitchen counter. The male gave Jack a questionable look but sighed. Which was Mitch’s way of saying fine

Jack couldn’t help but grab all the stuff it wanted to set up and get it set up — frankly, it left Mitch with the hardest decor to put up. Jack grabbed the mini tree and the ornaments for it and scurried off to find a placement holder for it. Jack ended up choosing to prop it on a shelf in the living room.

Jack was too ecstatic setting up the small white tree. It was funny. Who knew such a large being could care about something so small? Which would’ve weirded out of any normal person. The tree looked even more ridiculously small when Jack (who was hardly standing) had an abnormal structure and height. It was a funny sight to foresee.

The maneater was taking extra precautions and care to make sure all the fake white bristle branches were perfectly angled before sliding on the ornaments. It varied in colors mostly consisting of red and green! Mitch on the other hand was struggling to hang up the Christmas lights throughout the apartment, he was an averagely heightened man but he still needed a stool or chair to reach the ceiling. This was obviously Jack’s job but it was rather occupied with the childish-looking decor. Jack couldn’t even stand straight in the apartment that’s how fucking lengthy it is. But of course, it only cared for what it was interested in.

“A little help over here?” Mitch strained. He turned his head a bit to try and see if Jack was even bothering to pay attention to him, and he caught wind of Jack shaking its head. Mitch let out an annoyed huff.

“I’ll let you pick the movie for tonight if you help!” Mitch offered, and seconds later the lanky monster came right over and took over the lighting. The pale man was pleased he was able to persuade Jack into doing something he wanted for once and went back to the kitchen to see what else Jack gathered for tonight. It was just some little decorative toys like a snow globe, Christmas-colored deer, a door reef, and some other things that seemed too boring for Mitch to bother with - what he found interesting though was the elf on the shelf that looked like the elegy of emptiness? Strange.. But the Blonde shrugged it off. He ended up placing the elf on the shelf next to the Christmas tree that was also sitting on the shelf. It surprised Mitch how it didn’t tip and fall over, the tree to be exact.

Not even 30 minutes later Jack and Mitch were done. Mitch was hardly feeling any more awake than he was just 40 minutes ago and exhaustedly flopped down on the brown cushioned couch. He squinted a bit when Jack turned on the bright LEDs. White, red, and green lights lit up the dark apartment.

Jack happily came trotting over with its Invader Zim blanket Mitch once had very begrudgingly bought for it. And snacks of course- two containers containing pre-cut mangoes and pickled eyeballs. It happily set those on the brown coffee table.

“Delicious,” the man sarcastically grumbled. A year and a half ago Mitch tried figuring out what Jack would eat that was besides human organs n shit since back then they sickened him more then now. Jack refused to try and digest anything besides Mangoes. Unfortunately for Mitch, Mangoes aren’t cheap and constantly leave his pockets hurting. In the end Jack still doesn’t let its love for human organs go.

Mitch zoned back into his and Jack’s world when the couch sunk in and the said creature already had the remote in hand, curled up in the surprisingly large cartoonish blanket. Fortunately for Mitch, Jack ended up picking Krampus which wasn’t too bad of a movie. Of course the blue masked-faced whatever tyrant paired up the horror film with some classic Christmas music that was only slightly audible; You just gotta love the overstimulation!

Jack happily scarfed down all its mangoes and pickled eyeballs in the first 30 minutes of Krampus. If any other normal civilian witnessed Jack devouring whatever it is it consumed, they puked and fainted all over!

Funny enough, Jack once urged him to even try cannibalism! and with some encouragement, Mitch eventually caved he was rather curious himself and

ended up eating cooked organs. You would’ve expected a bad reaction from him but honestly? He didn’t think human meat tasted too bad. He enjoyed it a bit more than he should have - and that didn’t end up being the last time he ate other humans too. Maybe Jack has managed to fuck up his influence quite a bit.

Eventually, Mitch did end up passing the fuck out sometime during the first hour of the film, waking up wasn’t the funnest experience. His back was stiff and his neck ached due to the uncomfortable position he slept in, not to mention Jack’s heavy ass was lying on top of him. Mitch couldn’t help but groan miserably.

Hey- When did the elegy-looking elf move to the coffee table???

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This is so awfully written im so sorry </33

#creepypasta #slenderverse #eyeless Jack #mitch Harlan #canon characters #main stream creepypastas #ARGs #EJ and Mitch are Gir and Zim coded #also Hannibal and Will coded #not a ship #free Ben drowned from santas clutches #elegy of emptiness #LoZ