#but um.. he'll most likely bite your face off

[scuddle-bubble101]

Fran seems like he could use some happy. Perhaps a flower or two would be nice? If he's not allergic of course~ 🌸

*He is so, so utterly confused.

#frantic(fran) #pdhybrid #the mainverse #love to say he deserves so much love and attention #but um.. he'll most likely bite your face off #he's a very feral mongoose~ #that has not had much interaction with people other than his sister #this just confused him so greatly #that he was taken aback quite a bit XD

[bahrtofane]

matching pjs

Aurélien is just attched to you, literally. stay the night, please?

word count - 1K+

watch it - flulff and fluff and more. loosing my mind here yall this is what a blurry vid does to me

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Aurélien has decided that communication is a thing of the past

Don't look at him like that he doesnt wanna hear it. Instead he'll just cozy up to you and trust your instincts to be able to tell what he means.

You don't have it in you to move him aside from his perch glued against you. In full honesty it's rather cute. I mean just look at him, face pressed up against your shoulder while he watches the highlights that play on the living room tv. Hes quite literally pressed up right against you to the point where you can hear every breath he takes. You don't mind, not one bit. 

You showed up not even a full 30 minutes ago, supposed to only stop by to see him before you head to your own home. But seeing as the fluffy oversized blankets have been brought out, you dont think youre going to leave anytime soon.

He shuffles from under the blanket, finding your arm and intertwining his with it, linking hands together. He uses his thumb to trace against your skin, humming softly while his eyes follow the Brazilian team in front of him. 

He hasn't said more than the greeting you got when you walked in. kicking your shoes off and stealing a pair of his slides. Your bag is somewhere, you think in the other living room. It's fine. 

He's been meaning to organize his phone layout, so he handed it over to you when you got cozy on the couch. It's what you've been doing besides giving him kisses. A sleek black and white layout fits him you think, so it's what you've chosen to chip away at.

The widgets are all done, just organizing them now. You make a picture of the both of you at the Bernabeu front and center, smiling while leaning against each other. It makes you smile, blowing air from your nose. 

He peeks over at this, and you tilt the phone. He gives you a nod, resting back on your shoulder.

You get done soon enough. Just 2 pages filled with his most used and essential apps. You've done good work. 

You slide the phone onto his lap, and he peppers the back of your neck in kisses as thanks. 

The highlights have ended now. And he slides from you just an inch to fish for the remote that's gone somewhere. He sighs, brows furrowing and heaving himself off the couch grumbling. You get up with him to help look. 

You find it nestled between two cushions, handing it to him while he gives you a soft look.  

“I think it time for me to head home now.” you sigh.

He pouts, reaching for your hands. You give them, and he gives them a gentle tug.

“I know, but it's getting late and i didnt even bring anything.”

Another pout as he comes closer, biting his lips.

Oh no no no you are not falling for this. He blinks, tilting his head. Youre so gone for him. 

“Please?” his lips part, barely a whisper.

“Fine,” you groan, bringing him for a quick peek. 

He chuckles, padding over to where it looks like dinners been sitting.

“I was um waiting for you to eat.” he scratches the back of his head.

“You should've told me chuchu.”

The nickname makes him look away and instead goes to warm the food while you take a seat at the dinner table, watching him glide around the kitchen.

“Hope you like fish.”

You shrug,”i like anything with you”

He laughs,” you're a sap today.”

“Says you mr I'm going to glue myself against me.”

He waves you off with a spatula, “youre warm what am i supposed to do.”

“Nothing. I like it. It's cute.”

He hums, “potatoes or asparagus. Or both.”

“Both.”

He nods, getting the plates out. 

You drum against the table. 

He sets two steaming plates down and scurries back over for silverware and cups. 

“There you go. “ he sits in the seat across from you, smiling.

“Thank you.”

You eat in relative silence, giggling here and there when he keeps poking leg with yours. 

You offer to do the dishes, which he refuses, but you don't care, racing to the kitchen and cleaning up while he mopes. 

“You can never just relax here huh.”

You shrug, “I want to help out sue me.”

He flicks your arm but lets you go. Going to do his rounds for the night. Feeding his dog checking the locks and cameras and what not. 

He comes back to a sparkling kitchen, food tucked away. You end up finding your bag, slinging over your shoulder while you follow him to bed. 

“I got sweats and t-shirts and pjs for you, take your pick,” he opens his closet for you.

“Don't mind if i do.”

He lets you get changed, going to the bathroom and doing his little routine. 

Your clothes are folded on a shelf in his closet when he gets back. And he's comfy cozy in his pjs. Funny enough you end up with matching pj bottoms. Classic plaid. 

He laughs, “great minds think alike.”

“They really do,” you nod.

You set your alarms for the next morning, plugging your phone in and setting it on his night stand. He mirrors you, doing a last check of his emails and texts. 

“You know the theme is really nice i like the black and white. “

You smile. “Thought you'd like it. I was thinking of all black but it suits you more like this i think.”

He hums, “gonna stay for breakfast?”

You shrug, “probably, you know i suck at saying no to you.”

‘Nah you just love me too much.”

You snort, “that too.”

You slide into bed together, tucking the covers under your chin while you sigh. Waiting for him to slide up beside you, which he does in no time. 

“Thank you for staying. Sleep well love, good night.” he gives you a soft kiss. 

“Mhm,” you mumble against his lips. “Anytime pretty boy. Love you”

You're about to have the best sleep of your life.

#aurélien x reader #aurelien tchouameni x reader #aurelien tchouameni #tchouameni x reader #tchouameni imagines #tchouameni #AAAAAAAA #bahr footy

[l1tw1ck]

Casting: Al Haitham

bottom!ftm al haitham x top!masc reader

↳ W.C: 1,629

↳ [Event] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Extreme Dub-Con, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Cum Shot, Riding, Nipple Play, Squirting, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Virginity Loss, Cunnilingus, Creampie

Al Haitham's at a low point in his life, he lost his job and has been working odd jobs to make up for it. When he finally shared that with you, you were very excited to give him a job opportunity.

You told him it's a simple modeling job that pays well once a week, well enough that he won't have to work any other jobs. He believed you, since you're his friend, and took the job.

Al Haitham looks in the mirror with his cheeks flushed, embarrassed by the outfit you're making him wear. It's a cow bathing suit and the top part is way too small for his chest. They only cover his nipples. The bottom is a thong with a cow tail attached to if. He's also got on a cow headband and a cowbell to top it all off.

"Haitham? Are you okay in there?" You knock on the door.

"Did you give me the wrong outfit?" He asks.

"I doubt it, let me see."

Haitham opens the door and looks at you, frowning.

You stare at him for a moment before collecting yourself. "Nope, this is the right one!" You grin.

"What kind of modeling is this..?"

"Didn't I tell you what kind of company this is?" You tilt your head.

"You said it was for adult models?"

"I meant for porn magazines, videos, and all that." You laugh. "Sorry, Haitham."

He turns a soft pink.

"Well, let's get started, shall we?" You snap your fingers, a group of workers hauling Haitham over to the set.

Haitham stays compliant the whole time, trying to wrap his head around the whole thing as he gets posed in the most embarrassing positions. His embarrassed expression makes the pictures even better.

"You're an amazing model, Haitham, you did well." You praise him. "Now, we should discuss other options."

Haitham, still dazed and confused, allows you to bring him to your office. He doesn't notice the other workers getting aroused by his presence.

"Here's the check." You sign off on the paper and place it on your desk.

"You're the CEO of a porn company?" He says finally.

You laugh. "Yeah, and you could get paid a lot of money by joining. What do you think?"

Haitham frowns. "Blur out my face, please."

"So is that a yes?" You smile, having no intention of blurring his face.

He bites his lip and nods, assuming you mean by becoming an official model.

"Great! Come with me." You get up and lead him to another room, the room where you cast your stars.

Haitham looks around at all the cameras in the room, most pointed at a large bed and at two black leather couches. He wonders what kind of modeling he'll be doing now.

"Sit." You point to the leather couch, sitting adjacent to it. Haitham sits down as you asked, hiding his body with his arms.

"We're going to ask you some questions now, and we're going to record it. Is that okay?" You ask.

Haitham nods. "Okay."

Your assistant starts the camera and focuses on Al Haitham.

"Introduce yourself."

"My name is Al Haitham. I'm 25 years old. I’m from Sumeru.” He finds it hard to stay serious in his current outfit.

“What's your sex life like? Do you masturbate?” You ask. “And are you a virgin?”

Al Haitham’s cheeks tinge red. “What?”

You laugh. “Sorry, I suppose that was an embarrassing transition.”

“Um, I don't have time for sex. I'm- Yes, I’m a virgin..”

“So you masturbate? Do you watch porn too?”

“..Yeah. Sometimes.” He admits, turning to the side. “I mostly read it..”

“Oh?” You smirk, standing up. “So you're not completely innocent.” You chuckle, a sort of random thought entering your head. “I wonder how well you’ll be able to give me a blowjob.”

Al Haitham turns a darker shade of red. He looks to your assistant, who's smiling at him and wordlessly telling him to get down. He gets on his knees, earning a thumbs up from them.

He turns to you and gets slapped in the face by your cock. Everything else was embarrassing but having your fat cock resting on his face is humiliating, he feels like a whore.

“Don't you look cute.” You turn on your mini video camera and record his pretty expression. “Say ‘ah’” You grin, moving back and tapping on his lips with the tip of your cock.

Haitham opens his mouth, cheeks burning hot as he lets your thick length enter him.

“Pretend it's a popsicle.” You suggest.

Al Haitham sucks you off slowly and with clear inexperience, just barely able to take you.

“You’re so adorable, Haitham.” You coo, ringing the bell on his neck.

He looks up at you with the cutest expression on his face, an expression that makes you want to ruin him. You're glad you have this on camera.

“Gods, I could come just from looking at you.” You sigh gently. “Such a pretty little thing. Why don't you try going faster?”

Haitham sloppily sucks your cock, making obscene noises and trying his best to please you despite how humiliating it is.

Just seeing him try so hard while looking so cute is enough to bring you close to your peak.

You gently pull him away from you. “‘M gonna come on your face, baby.” You warn, jerking yourself off.

He closes his eyes, his face somehow redder than before. Moments later, he feels hot spurts of cum decorating his pretty face.

You tap your cockhead against his lips, letting out the last drops of your spend against the soft flesh. You take a few pictures with the camera before getting him cleaned up.

You sit down on the couch and pull him down onto your lap. Your still hard cock rests against his stomach, the feeling of it twitching makes him nervous.

You pull his top upwards, revealing his nipples. You only touch them with your thumbs, earning a wanton moan from him. “I barely touched you, and here you are, moaning like a slut.”

His cheeks burn.

You rub circles around his nipples, causing him to moan louder. “All I’m doing is touching your nipples, are you really this sensitive?” You grin. He whimpers, feeling embarrassed.

You replace one of your hands with your mouth, licking and sucking on his nipple. He rocks his hips at the sensation, feeling way too good from your mouth.

“Wa- wait-” He tries to move you away but you don't move. “I- Aah~!” He lets out a loud, slutty moan as he comes. You keep sucking on his nipple, using your hand to rub his clit inside his thong.

“Nnh- no- no more~” He whines, body heating up when he remembers he's on camera. “Please~”

You ignore his begging, going harder to make him come again instead.

“I- I ca-can't–” He shakes his head, tears forming in his eyes. Haitham throws his head back, squirting.

You move away from his chest, smirking. “Can I fuck you, sweetheart?”

Haitham nods shakily, it's not like he really has a choice. You pick him up and take him to the bed, turning him around and instructing him to get on all fours.

You slide his thong aside and drag your tongue up his wet pussy before sliding it inside him.

“Hh~” He moans and buries his head into the pillow, letting you tongue fuck his sensitive cunt. You rub circles around his clit, making him twitch and tighten around your tongue.

It gets easier and easier to make him orgasm each time, this time it only takes a few thrusts of your tongue to have him coming again.

You pull away with a grin on your face. “You’re such a cute little slut.” You spank his plump ass. You can hear a loud whine muffled by the pillow.

You slide your cock up and down his wetness before easing yourself inside him. His eyes widen at the feeling of you entering him, it's painful but pleasurable at the same time. He grimaces as you bottom out, he feels so full.

You slowly thrust in and out of him, causing Haitham to cry from the pleasure. He can't handle how good it feels, he's already so sensitive from having an orgasm three times.

You grip his hair, avoiding his cow headband, and lift his head up. “C’mon baby, look at the camera, we wanna see your pretty little face.”

He looks at the camera with a teary eyed expression, his lips quivering and a blush strewn across his cheeks. He can see his reflection through the lense, humiliated by what he’s become.

You fuck into him harder, making him lose his train of thought. “Gods, your pussy feels amazing.” You use your free hand to spank him, forcing more, louder wanton moans to leave his mouth. His ass turns the same color as his face thanks to you.

Al Haitham rolls his eyes back as he feels himself reaching his peak for the fourth time.

“Fuck– I might come inside, baby-” You groan. “Can I?” You ask, knowing he’ll say yes. He’s been so compliant all day and his brain is probably fuzzy at this point.

“Ye- yes~!” He moans, the smart part of him is completely thrown out the window and maybe it's the erotica he reads but the other part of him wants to feel you fill him with your load. You smirk, fucking him roughly and sloppily as you chase your release.

Haitham grins dreamily as he feels you pumping your cum into his cunt. “Mm..[Name]..” He whimpers.

You pull out and flip him onto his stomach, watching your cum drip out of his pussy. “I think we should go one more time.”

#wicks🕯works #wicks🕯️events #top male reader #male reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #al haitham x reader #al haitham x male reader #al haitham smut #sub al haitham #🕯️haitham #🕯️genshin

[harrys-sunflower-bakery]

Boyfriend Bakugo Katsuki Headcanons

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of blood and periods, body insecurities

Genre: Mostly fluff

He would 100% guard your drink WITH HIS LIFE when you're at a club or restaurant or something. Like if you go to the bathroom or have to go do something he will hold your drink and cover it for you to make sure you're safe.

When you get back to the table your glass is on the other side of your plate making you look up at your boyfriend with a knowing look.

"You did it again." You say smiling at a now blushing Bakugo

"I don't know what you're talking about" he says looking at his glass. "Fucking Kirishima, can't believe he told on me" he whispers under his breath thinking you can't hear him. You definitely hear him.

Kirishima spills all the tea when you're hanging out. All. Of. It. It usually starts with a "did I ever tell you about that time Bakugo..." And then he tells you either the most ubsired or adorable thing you've ever heard.

Bakugo always threatens to beat him up when this happens. But he always blushes as well, so it's okay.

When you had your first period while dating Bakugo he freaked out. You were staying over at his house and he found blood on the sheets when he woke up. He also didn't find you next to him so needless to say he was worried. He went around looking for you, yelling your name as he ran through his house only to find you in the bathroom cleaning up blood inbetween your thighs.

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU BLEEDING?? WHAT HAPPENED?" He screamed in concern as soon as he saw you before running over to you and getting on his knees looking at you with scared eyes he's trying to hide.

"Baby, calm down okay?" You laugh holding onto his face, "I just started my period, I'm okay, just have cramps" you explain before leaning forward to kiss his forehead.

"oh..." He looks at his hands before looking to your face again "is there anything I can do to help?"

"um, if you can look in my bag I have pads in there, could you get one for me please?" He nods and moves to go fetch it for you.

After that incident you teach him about the basics to help him understand it a bit better after he asked you about it.

After that he's the BEST support when it comes to your period, he does EVERYTHING for you, you aren't allowed to move a finger when he's around.

He gets you all the Chocolate and hot water bottles your heart desires. He's always stocked up on dark chocolate for when it's your period.

He also makes the most amazing hot chocolate you'd ever imagine.

CUDDLES

He pretends to not like them but if you try to leave while cuddling he'll grumble and hold you closer to him to make sure you don't leave the bed or couch.

ABSOLUTELY LOVES IT WHEN YOU GIVE HIM BITE MARKS AND HICKIES!

He used to pretend he didn't like them at the beginning of your relationship. But as your relationship grew, so did his love for you marking him up.

He always whimpers when you nibble on the little spot behind his ear that makes him see stars, he always denies it thoguh.

He said I love you first.

You were on a date with him and someone from your past showed up unexpectedly making you break down. He frowned and held you to him asking if he needs to go kill the person who made you cry, making you laugh and him.

"No, thanks though Kats" you said smiling at him before leaning up to kiss him gently. When you pull away he just looks over your face for a while before blurting blurting out the first,

"I love you" he says before he can stop himself making his eyes widen once he registered his words.

"Did you just-" he cuts you off immediately.

"I- what? I didn't say anything." He shakes his head making you smile at his stubbornness and shy nature you only get to see when he's feeling vunrable.

"I love you too Katsuki" you say before kissing him again

"i love you" is his favourite word now coming from you...well almost.

He gets really upset if you feel insecure about your body. The two of you were talking and you say something negative about your appearance saying you wish you could change it making him look at you with a frown.

"Did I say something?" You ask in confusion looking at Bakugo who's soothing movements on your leg stops and his calm expression is replaced with a frown.

"yes, you did. How dare you say you're not beautiful? Have you seen yourself?" He asks.

"Yes I have and I'm not much to look at." You laugh but stop when he keeps frowning. A few seconds later he moves your legs off of his lap before he's laying on top of you and peppering your face with kisses.

"Don't *kiss* put *kiss* yourself *kiss* down *kiss*" he pulls away for a second to look at you "If you ever feel like you're not enough, throw those feelings right out of the window. You're really pretty and I don't know what to say to make you believe me. But I can show you how much I love you" he says before he moves to kiss you again.

Let's just say you walked a bit weirdly the next day.

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#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki headcanons #mha #my hero academia #bakugo #katsuki

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

C/W ::: Dabi x F.reader, um, sleep manipulation/brainwashing? for sexual favors?, fingering, stealing (but it's ok cuz it's fake), public sex.

MDNI under the cut, puh-lease.

More Toya.

He is totally the type of guy who will record himself growling into the miniature tape cassette recorder saying things like "Mmmmminnnneeeee" and "Mmmmooorrreeeee". I wouldn't put it past him to make spanking clapping sounds, either. Maybe whistle.

He will "buy" the most comfy earbuds or headphones he can learn about and put them on while you're sleeping and finger you. Soooo softly. So gently that you don't even wake up but your subconscious hears his voice sounding all horny and sexy and it registers his touch on a level you're not aware of.

This goes on for a few months. He can't do much more because he wants to see if his hard work has paid off.

So, you're out walking around town and he takes a bite of his food and starts to say "Mmmm" because it's delicious, right? But YOUR BRAIN registers that as something else entirely. Your face flushes at hearing him say that to your conscious self.

And yeah, he most definitely fucking notices. He will continue with the word play for a while and when he's done eating, he'll clap a couple of times and say "Mmmmmoooorrrreeee food would not fit in my belly. Mmmmmannn."

Your thighs clench together and you're like wtf? Why did that ... why am I ... why do I want to f--- ...

He'll ask if you're ok as you drag him off to a dark alley somewhere and tell him you have this uncanny need for him to finger fuck you.

"No shit?" He'll say as he pushes his sleeves back for the work he's about to do.

Taglist ::: @viburnt @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82

#my hero academia #bnha #mha #mha dabi #mha toya #bnha dabi #bnha touya #dabi smut #mha smut #dabi x reader #toya x reader #toya x you #dabi x you

[dilucspanties]

                                            Biting

                                                      ਏਓ

about ; biting headcannons

warnings ; fem!reader, biting, nsfw, mention of blood

includes ; scaramouce, itto, childe, kaeya

[ from mono ; this request was originally from my old account for biting hc's for scaramouche. included some others i think would be into it ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ ]

childe.

ajax, tartaglia, childe, all the names he goes by does not even hold a candle to how much this man adores being bitten by you.

yes, that's right, he loves being bitten by you.

the 11th harbinger is a complete slut for you and would ideally do anything you asked him to.

he wants to be all yours, just as he wants you to be all his. so, what better way to show who he belongs to and cherishes more than a mark? a bite mark.

he would most likely cum as soon as you sink your teeth onto his skin. there's something so raw and primal about it that allows him to disregard the pain and feel the absolute pleasure of being yours.

he would also be incredibly obnoxious about it too, showing his bite mark off during fatui meetings, always leaning his neck to the side to show it off.

he's like a loyal lap dog who loves whatever treat you give him, almost to the point where he would beg for it whenever he's close to cumming.

"oh go- please, bite me- fuck, please, please, please bite me-"

                                                        ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳

itto.

as we all know, itto is an oni. that means there is damn near no way this man does not 1. have a breeding kink, and 2. become so possessive during sex that he loses it and leaves marks and bites all over you.

however, itto with a breeding kink is a separate thing.

itto loves marking you.

whether it is leaving hickeys on your chest or bitemarks on your thighs, itto goes absolutely feral seeing you all marked up because of him.

much like ajax, itto is also a loyal lap dog who does whatever you ask.

however, he's also a bit of a selfish lapdog who makes it very well known that you're his, though he'll probably go crazy if you say it aloud.

he talks a lot of crap, but at the end he's a muddled mess the second you beg him to mark you and show everyone you're his.

"oh-, oh wow! um, yeah heh, of course! that was hot.. can you ask me again?"

                                                        ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳

kaeya.

kaeya is a flirt, we all know this. we also know he's the #1 pick to date from all grandma's in mondstat. so, where does this leave us?

kaeya gives you a ton of shit for liking being bitten, but you know all too well that he loves doing it.

the cavalry captain would never do such perverted things, as he is an angel in the face of everyone.

however, behind closed doors, that sadistic and teasing smile of his drives you insane.

he always teases you, leaving light kisses along your neck as you're almost in tears begging him to bite you and leave a mark for everyone to see.

who was he to deny a beautiful woman in tears asking for such a favor? even the cavalry captain wouldn't be able to hold up his front.

the truth is, blood rushes straight to his cock the second you even mention him biting you. he loves it. the way you cling onto him, eyelashes wet with tears, words barely coherent enough for him to understand what you're asking.

"oh, you poor thing. you want it so bad, hm? how are you going to hide this? or do you perhaps want to show it off?"

                                                        ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳

scaramouche.

being a former god, scaramouche obviously thinks quite highly of himself.

he would never subject himself nor his skin to the lowly teeth of you or the animalistic action of biting.

it's so uncivil, you're not an animal.

so, why does he cum every time you bite him? why does he shiver and feel absolute euphoria as you lick the blood away from the raw skin?

why does he find himself grazing his fingers over the marks you left, reliving it in his head and immediately getting hard?

certainly, it's not because he enjoys such a gross action!

once you break him, there is no fixing him as he will become putty in your hands the second you bite him.

"don't you dare- hah, god- please, more."

                                                    ༺♡༻

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[behoright]

boyfriend! jack studnicka in bed

warnings: welp. smutty blurb. includes bdsm and kink. minors stay away.

a/n: @ancient-remnants-of-love , for you, lovely.

dsvnjkfdnvdkjvn soooooo

Jack

lovely jack

as we all know

very quiet

very private

good polite man

you guys met and just

simply fell in love

not much more than that

when I say this man

raises the standards for all men

....

Jack is straight out of a rom-com

he's just not afraid to love

it really doesn't matter what anyone else thinks

he wants the whole ordeal

constant flower deliveries when he's on the road

and special in-person deliveries when he comes back

chocolates at the beginning

until he found out you like candy better

he'll def surprise you with random gifts

but that doesn't really matter

he's always always present

hands always on you

and he looooves to kiss

if you grab his cheeks and plant kisses all over

he DIES

it literally makes his heart flutter and

he cannot help but smile

so um sex

was always just as sweet

he's def been blessed um

not only genetically (obv)

but um

technically

you never left the bed unsatisfied

not once

that being said

the more the months started to go by

you can tell that

it's not like he was holding back

but it's almost like there was

something

festering

something in his head

just starting to ignite

you tried to blame it on stress or work

maybe he's tired or something

but it didn't go away

you asked him a couple of times

and of course

in the most Jack fashion

he was soooo reassuring

still tho there was something there

so one day you had to be like

"baby, we need to talk."

his heart DROPS

"nothing bad, my love, nothing bad. I just have a question."

"doll, you can't scare me like that."

and you ask him seriously

"am I doing something wrong?"

and his puppy eyes are sparkling into yours

"baby, I told you, nothing wrong, you are so perf-"

"Jack, babe, you're always thinking about something else when we fuck."

and he doesn't say anything

"am I wrong? you can tell me, it's just, the vibe I get."

.....

"no," he sighs "you're not wrong."

"is, is it someone else?"

"no. no, absolutely not."

and you can tell he's serious. like his voice changes

"then what is it? you can tell me anything, Jack."

"I don't know, I don't want to scare you."

and you won't show it but you're like

????????

scare ?????

"no judgement, babe."

biting the inside of his cheek

like he always does when he's nervous

he looks up at you

and he looks so sweet and so tender

"I was just, uh, um..."

......

"thinking about rope."

you can't help it your face just drops

sorry??????

sweet lover boy prince Jack?????

"like, like you know my headboard has bars, like...

...maybe tying you on those."

and the rest is fucking HISTORY

over the course of your relationship

you guys have found to really

REALLY

enjoy BDSM

it's a big part of your bond

Jack really loves the bondage

that's his total favorite

any type of rope

western, Japanese, decorative

he'll do it all

he'll buy you lingerie and then surprise you

with matching rope

he just LOVES

the loops the knots

he gets very focused on all the details

and loves to see his masterpiece when its done

I'm talking about complicated shibari here

it tells him that you trust him enough to let him have control

your hands are literally tied

and he just wants to make you

twitch and moan until the end

he doesn't mind impact play

he'll do it if you ask

but it's not his first thought

he just wants to see you writhe in pleasure

this man has every single toy

vibrator

known to man

he’ll try every toy 

every type of 

technology 

to make you cum

of course he loves overstim

its just the view of you

your skin all flushed and sweaty

he can feel the heat coming off your body 

that’s another thing

temperature

sensation play

he fucking adores it

wax, ice cubes

lights on or off

blindfolds, feathers

blowing on your sweaty, hot skin

he just really likes you so 

vulnerable 

purposely for him

seeing you let go of the reigns

or your body in 

different rope patterns

twisted in every and all ways

screaming moaning crying 

he’s still so sweet 

and just so curious

seeing you cum makes him so fucking hard he starts leaking

always has to cum inside you

it’s almost territorial 

and he likes it a lot when you guys wake up

and he sees you sleeping with his cum leaking out of you

there are times however that he is not as sweet

…..when you ask

he changes so much

no smiley boy. suddenly it’s a huge man 

ready to punish you

towering over you

he just wants you to feel pleasure so 

when you act all bratty it drives him insane

he fucking gets so frustrated 

and it’s been fun to channel that into 

you

his fingers are so long it stings a little extra when he spanks

even tho paddles are his favorite

and if you’re extra talkative

those fingertips will go directly into your mouth 

your eyes look so pretty when they water with his fingertips rubbing on your tongue

he’s just so easy to tease

to send risky pictures and texts when he’s out on team stuff

not nudes 

but risky pictures

your silhouette behind all the shower steam

a view of a corner of your hip 

or your cleavage

your lips wrapped around a strawberry 

makes his jaw clench, knuckles turn white around his phone 

when he gets back he can’t help but 

just fucking take you 

which is great because he’s soo gentle out of the bedroom

so when he fucks the shit out of you

i’m talking about 

there’s a hole in the wall right where his headboard hits

oh and the bed frame is

a metal canopy frame 

obv

so he can hang you spread you open you up on every single level

he does NOT want anyone else to be involved tho 

he’d rather blast music from his room when you guys go visit his family back home

than let anyone get a hint of whats going on

but he’ll always keep that dynamic ON

groans when he cums 

you will never get a whimper out of him 

and he grits his teeth HARD too

he tenses all the way up bc he cums hard hard hard

enough to tremble

yes he has calluses from hockey but they worsen when

he grabs onto the rope tightly when he fills you up

jack’s the type that

he’s too shy to kiss you around his parents

but as soon as he shuts the door to your bedroom 

he has you with a spreader bar bending over the bed 

hands tied against the other rail 

or the top rail so you're fully exposed 

and he’ll use every hole all night 

overstimulate you both 

make you both leak until you see stars

but still melt in front of you the morning after 

nuzzle into your neck when you’re in the elevator alone

or blush when you hold hands in public

🤷🏻‍♀️

#jack studnicka #jack studnicka rpf #jack studnicka smut #jack studnicka x reader #jack studnicka imagine #jack studnicka blurb #smut #nhl #nhl smut #nhl rpf #nhl fic #nhl blurb #nhl hockey #hockey #nhl players #vancouver canucks #boston bruins

[kairiscorner]

your lil miguel bodyguard fic gave a lil idea for a request, if its okay!! instead of a spoiled reader, she's a singer??-- with spider noir,, ft. the garbage boyfriend:tm:

OH OFC !!! i love this spin on the idea HEHE, sorry if it's shorter than the miggy one, but I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you deserve so much more. – bodyguard!spider noir x singer!reader

content warnings! mentions and depictions of toxic relationships and gaslighting. if you are uncomfortable with these topics, please don't read further ahead ^^

"come in." you called out to the person who was knocking on your door, and soon enough, the door was opened and in came your bodyguard–peter parker. he handed you a big bouquet of pink and miscolored flowers that seemed to clash with each other; the flowers were all of different sizes and kinds, it was like the person who arranged this bouquet arranged it on impulse, or were colorblind, or... probably both.

you stared at the bouquet as he looked at you with his classic, stoic look that appeared to be statuesque. "to you, from... your admirer." he said as you soon broke out into a smile and took the bouquet from him. you sniffed at the flowers and sighed, holding them close to your chest as you murmured a 'he remembered...' all dreamily and a bit giggly.

peter awkwardly shifted to the side and began to walk out of the room, but you reached out for his hand and pleaded for him to wait. "um, pete, could you... tell him that i said thank you, and to, um, well... to say sorry i couldn't buy him that watch he asked me to last night?" you asked him with a small voice, which was uncommon of you–you always spoke in a more clear manner, in a more confident air when speaking to anyone. but when it came to your boyfriend, it felt like you just had to bite your tongue, hold your breath, and tread lightly around him, even if he was supposed to be the sole person you could trust the most in your life.

peter's eyes were locked on your hand wrapping around his arm, and he turned to look at your doe-eyed, pleading face. he nodded in response as he soon headed out of your dressing room as your telephone rang, and you answered it in the sweetest voice you could muster as you heard your boyfriend speak on the other end. 'looks like i don't have to make it awkward then, they've got this.' peter thought to himself as he exited your dressing room.

after a while, peter had heard sobbing from inside your dressing room and your voice–all shaky and frightened–apologizing repeatedly over to the person on the other end of the phone. he listened in through the door and heard your muffled voice saying sorry over and over as your boyfriend screamed at you from the other end. he was growing a little more ticked off, infuriated, even, at your boyfriend for yelling at you so loudly over the phone that even he could hear his shitty voice from this distance. and the worst part of it all was he was yelling at you all because you didn't buy him that stupid watch.

"what a bastard." peter muttered to himself as he heard your cries get even louder, with your boyfriend over the other end yelling at you to shut up, to stop crying–that you're annoying when you cry when he's just pointing out you 'don't keep your promises'. peter's hands clenched into fists, he had to hold himself back from making a dent in the wall or on your door to release his anger.

he wanted to beat the hell out of your crappy boyfriend, to console you, protect you from him and never let you get hurt or invalidated for how you felt ever again. but he's nobody to you, he's just your bodyguard; that's all you two are, bodyguard and client–that's all he has to be. but he'll go beyond that, just this once–he tells himself, as he opens the door to your dressing room once you put the phone down. he peeked his head in and saw you bawling your eyes out, muttering to yourself how foolish you had been for opening your big mouth and telling him the truth, that you couldn't give him what he wanted right away.

peter walked over to you and asked you what happened, if you were okay, if he could do anything to help. "no! no, you... you can't do a thing..." you shouted at him, your voice faltering as you felt utterly helpless right then and there. peter stepped back a little and rubbed at the back of his head, thinking if he should tell you the truth right then and there. he pulled up a chair and sat down next to you and sighed, handing you a handkerchief from his breast pocket.

"with all due respect, i understand my position as your bodyguard does not entitle me to be told everything that's happened, but... as someone who sincerely cares about you, i'd listen to you at least." he said as he placed his black gloved hand over your own tear-stained ones. you looked at him and the tears halted from rolling down your face a bit at his attempt to comfort you.

you sighed as you soon began to open up to peter about why you were crying, why your boyfriend was shouting at you over the phone... and peter just felt the urge to wrap his arms around you and hold you close, tell you that everything that horrible man who dares call himself your boyfriend is wrong, they're lies; that you...

"you deserve so much better." he muttered as he looked up at your teary face, wondering just how much of his lies and torment you had to endure for the sake of you loving him, or you fooling yourself into believing that you love him. "you deserve... the whole damn world, please don't believe him that... that you don't deserve any more than what you're getting now." he said in a sad voice as he looked at you and back at the bouquet he gave you.

you took the bouquet and as you felt over the flowers again, you sobbed once more. "i don't know why he'd do something like this for me now..." you mutter as peter places a hand on your shoulder, biting his tongue still from telling you the truth. "well one thing you should know is... i'm here for you. i'm... i'm gonna help you, any way i can. we can skip visiting him this time. come on, you deserve better than to come home to a bastard who doesn't appreciate you for who you are."

you watched him as he got up and extended his hand towards you and gave you a shy smile. "would you... like to go to the park, take a breather? i know a good spot for birdwatching there, um..." "o-okay." you said as you clutched the bouquet in your hands, getting up from your seat and gazing into his eyes. you took peter's hand as you put the bouquet down, with you not noticing the card inside of it; it read: 'from the man who loves you the most, you deserve the whole world, and nothing less.'

you knew the person who gifted you those flowers wasn't your boyfriend, he had no clue what you were talking about when you thanked him over the phone. you weren't sure who it was, really, but whoever it was... you wanted to thank them. and they wanted to save you from all this pain you were so used to and give you the whole world, just like what you deserve, as they said.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @fiannee @fictarian @yuridopted0 @maxoloqy @thee-fantastic-mrfox @ophanimgold @arachnoia

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x you #spider noir x y/n #spider noir fluff #atsv #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 9: Oliver's Anticipation

Masterlist

September 1925

TW: Imprisonment, mind control, restraints

He was next.

He tried to talk to Emily, to get his mind off of things, but it wasn't working.

Medium course of conditioning.

This could be his last few hours with a mind that was his own.

Obedience and docility.

He had to resist it, but he didn't know how, didn't even know what they were going to do to him. He'd read about hypnotism and mesmerism in pulpy magazines before, but he didn't believe any of that truly worked. This was clearly different -- vampires, with supernatural means. He had no way of knowing what they were going to do to him. It could be anything from the most painful torture to something that was over in an instant. The waitress in the cell next to Emily's certainly wasn't forthcoming with details.

"So, um... when you get back to your bookshop, you were saying you need to fix the shelves in the history section..."

"Yes," said Oliver curtly. He wanted to comfort Emily, but his heart wasn't in playing along with this game right now.

"...I'm sorry," she said.

"I'm sorry, too. After all, you're in the same situation as me."

"I'm not going to let them have their way," she said, voice brimming with determination, determination that Oliver envied.

"I suppose not," he said. He left the rest of it unspoken, the fact that she was still going to be sold to a vampire. "They've been gone with Joe a while now."

"I wonder what they're doing to him. They said they were erasing him. Do you think he'll be like Betty here, unable to talk...?"

"Unfortunately, I think that's a possibility."

The possibility that they would also do the same thing to the two of them hung in the air, unspoken. Cecily had mentioned leaving his mind intact, but who could say what that meant to them?

"I mean it, though," she said. "I'm not going to let those vampires do whatever they please. And you shouldn't either. You're smart and deserve your own life -- we both do. There must be some way to stop them."

"Yeah, there must be," he said, not quite believing it.

"If it's pain they use -- I've been through a lot of pain, I've been beaten plenty before, and --"

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not looking for sympathy. I'm saying that I've been beaten plenty and still never gave in. And if it's fear they're going to use, well, I'm not afraid of them. And if it's magic...? I guess it's magic, then, but I'm still going to fight them as much as I can."

"Right," said Oliver. "We both should. Our minds are precious. They might be all we have left. I don't want to live forever as a mindless servant. If there's a way out, we have to find it."

The sound of the lunch cart startled them out of their conversation. Oliver was surprised by at the meal placed in front of him: a juicy steak already cut, whipped potatoes with butter, a large pile of leafy greens.

"You got a steak?" said Emily. "I got a ham sandwich."

"The vampires said they were changing my diet."

"Oh. Do you think..."

"Do I think this food is meant to make my blood richer and more delicious to them? Yes." He stared down at the meal, determined to enjoy it anyway. If this meal was his last, if he was turned into a vegetable after lunch, he may as well. The steak was perfectly seasoned and served medium rare, the kind of meat that Oliver rarely splurged on, and he savored each bite. 

The delicious food only provided the briefest of respites from Oliver's dark thoughts, as he became increasingly aware that his hour must be approaching. His mouth felt dry and his hands shook, and when he heard footsteps approaching, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

It was exactly as they had feared. Joe, who had been dragged from his cell screaming, was now following along behind Lily with an empty look on his face. He was trailed by a couple of scrawny looking vampires, people that would be no match for Joe if they didn't have superhuman strength.

"Joe!" Emily called out. "Joe, can you hear me?"

There was no reaction at all, not the slightest twinge of recognition on his face.

"Joe, talk to me. Give me a sign you're still in there," said Oliver, as Joe walked back into his cell. He was met with utter silence.

"Yes, this one," said Lily, pointing Oliver out to the other vampires. "Lot Seven."

It was time.

Oliver shrank back and flattened himself against the wall of his cell, looking for anything sturdier than the faucet to latch onto, as they unlocked his cell and entered it.

"Please don't be afraid." Lily smiled and held out her hand like she was coaxing a small child. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"The hell you aren't! You erased Joe's mind!"

"I'm not going to do that to you. You have nothing to fear."

There was nowhere to run, no chance of escape, but he had to do something, at least make an effort to save himself. He ran for the small opening between the two vampires, but he didn't even make it past Lily, who grabbed him firmly by the arm with an unshakeable grip.

"Take his legs, and I'll support his head," said Lily.

"No, no!" Oliver thrashed in the vampires' grasp, to no avail. They were carrying him away with ease, taking him to his fate. "Emily!" he called out as he passed her cell. 

"Stay strong! Remember what we said!" she said, clutching at the bars of her cell. 

The vampires moved quickly. People in the cells watched fearfully as he went past, and then he was out of the prison area, out into the halls, taken into a sterile looking room with low lighting and a soft leather chair. They made swift work restraining him in the chair with thick cloth straps around his wrists and torso, his fierce struggles barely posing an inconvenience to them. One wrapped a cloth gag around his mouth, ignoring Oliver's desperate attempt to bite him.

Finally, with Oliver helplessly secured, the two vampire helpers left the room, leaving him alone with Lily.

She pulled up a chair opposite him and smiled. "I know you're nervous, but you truly have nothing to worry about. I'm going to help you."

The curses he spat at her were muffled from behind the gag, but he thought she could probably understand them anyway.

Part Eight >> Masterlist >> Part Ten

Thank you for reading this story about a man who is doomed.

Tag list - please note if you'd like to be added

@d-cs @latenightcupsofcoffee @thecyrulik @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #mind control #vampire #tw kidnapping #vampire whumper #captivity #rare bookseller #oliver #lily

[seijaka]

Could you do some nsfw headcanons for hanamiya?

of course! i just did some general stuff? if you want me to write about something specific, please send another ask :)

general hanamiya nsfw hcs

cw. afab! reader but no gendered terms are used (unless you count "pretty" as gendered?), petnames, overstimulation, dacryphilia, oral, marking, praise, degradation, i think thats it? also not proofread (lol)

→ while i do think that hanamiya knows what he's doing in bed, i do not think he's slept with that many people. he's not a manwhore lol

→ he's very rough in nature, which transfers into how he is in bed. he likes to manhandle, he's rather, um, intense, to say the least

→ he's a little longer than average, and it curves upwards <3

→ literally the biggest tease in bed LMFAO. he'll edge you for hours just because he thinks it's fun. he loves to see you beg and cry for him to let you cum

→ speaking of you crying, he is most definitely into dacryphilia. he can't imagine anything hotter than your tear stained face, so fucked out you can't help but sob because of how he makes you feel

→ i feel like he has a big thing for fingering, i just KNOW that he has the nicest hands ever lol. watching you fall apart as he finger fucks you makes his pants extremely tight, your whines and whimpers only adding to it

→ when it comes to oral, he's more of a giver. he loves watching you writhe and grasp at the sheets whenever he eats you out. probably his favorite way to overstimulate you

→ i've mentioned this before in another post, but hanamiya is an ass man, so his favorite position is doggy style because of the view <3

→ he's not very loud, the most you'll get out of him is a groan when he cums or when you suck him off

→ he praises and degrades at the same time, if that makes sense? like he'll call you his pretty little slut, or his favorite whore, stuff along those lines

→ he calls you a list of names, mainly just "pretty" and "baby", but he'll occasionally call you "darling" when he wants to tease you extra hard LOL.

→ his favorite places to cum are on your ass or down your throat, he lovessss seeing you swallow his cum (probably makes you open your mouth to "check" if you swallowed it all. wink wink)

→ he gets jealous easily, so he's the type to mark you up. not just on your neck though, he'll leave hickies and bite marks along your inner thighs, and on your chest

→ 10/10 aftercare game though, he knows that he is rough so he'll make sure to take care of you afterwards :( if it's an extra long night he'll run a bath for you two :)

#knb #kuroko no basket #knb x reader #knb headcanons #hanamiya makoto #hanamiya makoto x reader

[chibi-celesti]

Time for Your Tune Up

Part 1(here!), Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

I need to get in to the groove of working more drabbles on here tbh ^^;

Side note: this is still a Twst Tonelico AU Drab, but with a focus different Reyvateil this time. This one is male and his name is Yumei Archambeau, a Third Generation from Sol Ciel. I'll show him off later, but for now enjoy!

Summary: ‘Oh no. It's time for it again already!?’ Yumei panicked. Checking his planner, Yumei noticed the mark of ‘that time of the tri-month’ is today. Today is the day for him to take his Life Extending Agent.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, and Malleus Draconia x Yumei Archambeau (can be read as plationical and/or romatical)

Warnings: Innuendos, Hurt w/ comfort, and bribery (bribery in Adeuce part only)

‘Oh no. It's time for it again already!?’ Yumei panicked. Checking his planner, Yumei noticed the mark of ‘that time of the tri-month’ is today. Today is the day for him to take his Life Extending Agent.

To Third Generation Reyvateil- like him- they need to take a Diquility Crystal(aka, a Life Extending Agent) every three months. This supplement would help ensure most of his basic functions are stable so he doesn’t succumb to an early grave. Granted they only help til he reaches forty years old, after which he would eventually expire.

There is just one problem: he’s use to doing this with help back in Sol Ciel. But now, he world's away from there, and he has to do it again. He'll need to explain this without freaking the others out too badly, and hope that someone can lend him a hand. Grim kinda knows since Yumei had taken it after the whole Riddle debacle, and that was an awkward lesson to teach and show. (Grim had night terrors for a while).

Biting his thumbnail, Yumei contemplated who to ask for helping him take the Life Extending Agent. There were a few possible classmates, but would they understand the situation enough to help?

With a heavy sigh, he gathered his bag full of the supplement that fortunately was on his person when he arrived in Twisted Wonderland, and set out to ask anyone who would help him.

Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade:

“You want us to do what?” Ace asked, confused.

“Please, help me with this! Last thing I want is to ask Grim again!” Yumei begged.

Deuce was a bit confused as well. Why does Yumei need help with taking his medicine? “Isn’t it just a supplement pill or liquid medicine?”

“It is a supplement, yes; however…” Yumei answered the spade before taking a pause. “It’s not ingested through... normal means.” His face was turning a little red from imagining the pain from doing it himself.

“And, what do we get out of this~?”  Ace asked. “I mean, you’ll owe us, right? It’s only fair~” Cheeky bastard, wanting something out of this as always.

“I’ll buy whatever you both want for lunch tomorrow!” If it means getting this over with, Yumei will forsake his dignity to do it.

“Aww, how sweet of you, Prefect!”

“O-oh. Um, Thank you, Yumei,” Deuce said, a bit excited for the freebies as well. “So where do we do it?”

The Reyvateil sat down on the couch in the boys' bedroom. Turning his body to where his left side faces the Heartslabyul duo, Yumei lifted his shirt to show his Installer Port. “Right here.”

Adeuce paused for a moment. “Huh?”

“You heard me.” The Prefect turned his head away, embarrassed to expose himself like this. His friends continued to stare at him like he grew a second head.

Ace looked back to the Life Extending Agent in his hands. The crystal-like object was big, and the tattoo-ish thing on Yumei’s side was small.

Deuce cleared his throat. “You sure? It’s pretty big. It might not fit.” He received a nod in response.

The situation was getting more awkward than expected. Eventually, Ace muttered “Screw it” and went towards his friend to administer the agent. The ace of hearts was rushing to do it, he jammed the Agent in too fast, making the boy scream in pain! He was so loud, almost anyone outside the room could hear it.

Suppressing the noises as best he can, Yumei bit on his lower lip hard. ADeuce's faces were pale at first; soon panic painted their faces. “Hey,” Deuce called out to the Reyvateil. “You okay?!”

“Yeah! Why did you make that sound?!” Ace shouted.

“Y-you rammed it in too fast!” Yumei’s response was cut off by another groan. He began curling into himself from the pain.

Wanting to help alleviate the pain, Deuce ran to the boy's other side, letting his friend lean on the bluenette as Ace continued to put in the agent. The red head was debating about stopping, but Yumei told him to keep going. “It’s freaky. It’s going all the way in.” He states as he sees Yumei’s port absorb the supplement.

"Still shouldn't have rushed it, man..."

Deuce attempted to speak words of encouragement, face still red from the sounds echoing in the room. “Almost there, Yumei. Just hang in a bit more.” He wiped some sweat of the other boy's head.

“There. It’s in now.”

The Reyvateil thanked him, and all three sighed in relief that the treatment was over. Silence came in full force now. All three of them agreeing to never speak of what happened inside this room.

…

The next day, lunch time:

“Here.”

“You actually…”

“Well, I DO owe you guys, so here’s your freebies!”

“Why do I get the feeling this feels more like a bribery?”

"Just take it!"

Malleus Draconia:

“Ah, Tsunotarou!”

“Hello, Child of Man.”

Yumei did not expect to run into his dear friend, THE Malleus Draconia outside his dorm, yet here he was. Standing face to face with his nighttime friend in the middle of the walkway. The poor Reyvateil is sweating bullets and blushing like a lovelorn fool, completely speechless.

The fae noticed his friend looked a bit flustered. “Is everything ok, Yumei?”

“YUP! TOTALLY FINE!!” Said male shouted. ‘Fuck I didn't mean to be that loud!’ “S-sorry, Tsunotarou. I'm kinda… it's just I'm…”

Malleus noticed the bag clutched in the Reyvateil's arms like a lifeline. And, despite his stoic appearance, he knew what was going on right away.

“...Is it that time already?” He asked with concern.

Yumei bowed his head in shame. “...yes,” he muttered. “B-but it's ok. I was gonna ask someone to help! I know you're busy, and the last thing I want is to burden you with this.”

While Malleus may not be as tech savvy as others at Night Raven College, he has gotten better at understanding of Yumei’s existence as a ‘Song Mage’ and his tri-monthly supplement intake. Inwardly, he wished that he was there for Yumei's first experience. But perhaps, the dragon fae can make an exception. 

“It is no trouble at all.”

“You're right, so I'll just-” the male stopped in his rambling to process what he just heard. “Say that again.”

Draconia smirked. “It is no trouble at all. I'd be delighted to assist you, if that is what you wish.”

Yumei wondered if his face would turn any redder than it already was. He awkwardly gave an ok to the older boy, and welcomed him into Ramshackle. 

They situated themselves in Yumei’s bedroom on his bed; said boy ringing his hand at how to show Malleus his Installer Port. After a few moments, Yumei undid a few of the buttons on his uniform shirt, exposing the Port to Malleus.

“Here,” the Reyvateil says, showing his collar region to the fae. “This is where the Life Extending Agent goes.”

Malleus stares at the mark, taking in what he sees. He looks back to the bizarre geode in his hand, hesitating a bit before pulling Yumei closer to him and turning him to where his back met the fae's chest. This surprised said boy for a moment. “Malleus?”

“I wanted to ensure your comfort.”

“Oh…” Yumei was touched. “Thank you.”

Soon, Malleus brought the tip of the Life Extending Agent to Yumei’s port, and slowly pushed it in. “Ow.” The poor boy whined. He turned his face into the taller boy's neck.

He paused, worried that he hurt the Reyvateil. Panic in his voice, Malleus asked, “Are you alright?!”

“I-I am. Please… keep going,” Yumei placed his hands over top of the fae's. And slowly continued pushing it in. Dark clouds formed outside, conveying Malleus's fear and worries. He could hear Yumei’s groans and small struggles to stay still. Giving a brief squeeze of comfort to the shorter male, Draconia pushed more of the supplement inside.

Yumei was left panting once the Agent was finally inside him. He looked back to Malleus with an exhausted smile before turning to face said fae and hug him. “Thank you, again, Tsunotarou.”

Malleus reciprocated back, and the  dark clouds eventually faded away to clear skies.

Later that evening:

“Um… Tsunotarou?”

“Yes?”

Fidgeting, Yumei asked. “...Would it be ok if you helped me again in the future?”

The fae answers with a gentle smile, “Of course, my Child of Man. I would be honored.” And kisses the back of Yumei’s hand.

>///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////<

Weird fact: This Drab's title was all because of the fricking Doc McStuffins jingle! Why my brain did this to me I will never know lmao

#twisted wonderland #twst #chibi-celesti drabbles #ar tonelico #twst x ar tonelico au #twisted tonelico #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #ace trappola #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader

[callmemrskenway]

You Guys Get Caught Making Out

This isn't flat out NSFW but I just wanted to do this bc some of these guys would be so funny.

*Contains SPICY content*

Altaïr:

- Man's is so flustered but tries not to show it but like, its an embarrassing situation.

- You get caught by a few trainees when they were trying to look for him and its not like he was supposed to be gone for long, you just wanted to give him a peck but then it turned into something more.

- Altaïr most definetly tells them to get back to training and he'll be with them shortly as you giggle at his flustered reaction before kissing his cheek to make him feel better.

- He gives you a soft smile before facing his trainees, now having to live with the fact that these guys now have the image of the greatest Master Assassin almost about to bottom for his s/o-

Ezio:

- Yeah, no, he really doesn't care. He loves you, he wants to show you, and he wants you and everyone else to know the passion he has for you. But also, this isn't the first time he was caught and this won't be the last.

- Like Leonardo made some random invention he wanted to show Ezio and he walks in with him absolutely about to ravish you and he's has the 1400s equivalent of "REALLY!? IN FRONT OF MY SALAD!?" reaction upon seeing that.

- Ezio laughs and apologizes to his old friend as you hide your blushing face in his shoulder and also apologize to Leonardo and promise that this won't happen again.

- He doesn't believe you and to be fair, you don't believe yourself. Ezio is a lover as well as a fighter and sometimes he can't resist the urge to show you his love.

Connor:

- Oh God, it was Achilles who found you two. I feel so bad for you guys because you're just having fun cuddling and kissing and Achilles is trying to look for Connor to train him.

- You're arms are wrapped around his neck as he holds you bridal style, wanting to hold your smaller form in his arms and allowing you to run your fingers through his hair. And Achilles walks in before coughing, "If you two are done engaging in amorous congress, Connor, you still have training."

- HE DROPS YOU. CONNOR LITERALLY DROPS YOU. GOD HE IS SO SORRY AND HELPS YOU UP AS ACHILLES WALKS AWAY AND YOU SWEAR YOU HEAR HIM CHUCKLE. Then he apologizes one more time before running to Achilles.

- Honestly you feel bad for him, even if he did drop you, because he's way too flustered from being caught and DROPPING his lover to properly learn how to use this new weapon Achilles was trying to teach him how to use.

- Yeah, no, he's gonna lose more sleep over this than you.

Edward:

- Okay technically you guys weren't caught, some poor newbie on the ship was trying to find him to ask him something and for some reason, DIDN'T HEAR THE SUSPICIOUS NOISES FROM THE CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS.

- You were on his bed with his hands pinning your wrists above your head, the both of you just going at it. THE SMART PERSON WOULD'VE CLOSED THE DOOR AND LEFT BUT THIS CREWMATE WAS ALL: "U-Um.. Captain Kenway-"

- Both you and Edward gasp as you pull apart and you were blushing as Edward was yelling and scolding the guy. He's not really embarrassed because you guys suck face in public anyways. HE'S JUST MAD BECAUSE HE GOT COCKBLOCKED-

- Sits down to comfort you and tries to make light of the event before kissing you and telling you that he might as well take care of whatever the guy needed help with but, he slyly bites your exposed shoulder and tells you that he hopes you both can continue as soon as possible.

Arno:

- Okay I can't think of context for this situation but someone found you two and it causes you to get flustered and he just absolutely goes off.

- *Angry French sounds* and basically scares the dude who caught you both away while also SEVERLY damaging their ego.

- Also coos to you and comforts you, assuring you have nothing to be embarrassed about but also, placing assuring kisses on your forehead and promising that he'll try to avoid situations like that in the future.

- Decides to romance you the entire day to make up for it. At the end of the night, he'll have you laughing so hard and so breathless with beautiful views of the city that you forget the incident. Unless its one of those nights where your cringey thoughts catch up to you.

Evie Frye:

- ONE OF JACOB'S STUPID ROOKS WALKED IN. Apparently he was looking for her or something and when they walk in on you two, ALL THEY FIND IS WRATH.

- Like she's obviously flustered but also very indignant because can she not share a nice intimate moment with her lover without being rudely interrupted??

- Jacob is so confused when his rook comes back to him embarrassed and shameful. Meanwhile you try to calm down Evie by placing gentle kisses on her neck.

- She smiles at you but then tiredly sighs saying she better go check on Jacob and see what he could POSSIBLY need from her.

Jacob Frye:

- You guys where caught in a carriage, my dude. He was on a mission to kill a big money target and he brought you to be his cover date and actual date and he decided that during the ride, it would be a good time to sneak a make out session.

- However make out sessions tend to get TOO heated that you guys didn't even notice the carriage stopped or anything.

- His rooks are standing around the carriage confused because like...do they knock?? Do they let him know that they've arrived? You snap out of it first and are all: "Um, Jacob?"/ and he's just kissing your neck and is all: "hmmm?"/ "I think we're here."/ "Are we? That was quicker than I thought."

- He walks out of the carriage as if he wasn't just necking you and you were fixing your appearance. The rooks know what you two did. YOU TWO KNOW THE ROOKS KNOW. But no one says anything because, like, its Jacob. No one is surprised.

#I FEEL LIKE THIS IS REALLY BAD BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY NONETHELESS. #assassin's creed x reader #evie frye x reader #connor kenway x reader #Jacob Frye x reader #Altaïr Ibn La'Ahad x reader #I make my own slightly happier ending for Altaïr sometimes- #ezio auditore x reader #Edward Kenway x reader #Arno Dorian x reader #assassin's creed

[slashingdisneypasta]

Wheezy Weasel x Fem!Reader x Greasy Weasel || Oneshot

Plot: Inspired by 'Bro Code' by Brantley Gilbert. Reader and Greasy have been growing apart; He's rarely around to spend time with you, which is leaving you to spend a lot more time, alone, with Wheezy, and... feelings start to develop... Wheezy decides to do the respectful thing and warn Greasy about it.

Better show that girl a good time If you don't, it's gon' be goodbye And if you take it for granted You hand her to another man It's a matter of time, bro

It's a matter of time

Now, I know it ain't my business But I gotta insist that if this was somebody else Your deal is already finished because Bro code goes out the window Just be glad it's me lettin' you know, bro

Warnings: Me writing serious romance stuffs for toon gangster weasels. ... Love triangle? XD I'd say its handled pretty well though

"Hey Wheezy!"

"Hey- " You plop down on the couch with him suddenly; Your head in his lap. It honestly surprises him for a moment, the affection - though not unwelcome, - having come out of nowhere and could be interpreted as innapropriate, by some people... considering who you really belonged too around here. "Y/N... "

Giving a little, teasing smile, you dont address the elephant in the room- deciding to rather just move on, fiddling with your fingers above your stomach. "What are you up to, tonight?"

"Smokin'... " Obviously. "Was gonna watch some TV, too. Nothing much- nothing exciting, anyway. What are you doing? Wasn't Greasy taking you out somewhere, tonight?"

At this, the mention of your boyfriend, the bright light flickers out of your pretty eyes a little bit. You look away from his face, a frown tugging at your lips. Wheezy frowns, too, the three cigerettes he was puffing away on held away from his face between two fingers; This can't be good. "Oh! We were... " Your voice is polite, almost cheerful still in a totally fake, forced kind of way. "But, um... I guess we got our signals crossed, or something. I thought I was supposed to meet him here now, but Smarty says Greasy's out doing something for him tonight, so... " Giving little shrug, you force the sadness out of your eyes and take a deep breath. Wheezy's frown only worsens, though. That explains why you look so nice... well, nicer then usual. That seems to be happening damn often, recently, too. "I'm free, now! Was hopin' you might be willing to share your evening, with me?"

... There's a cheeky glint in your eyes that Wheezy can't help grinning back at, shaking his head. "Yeah, sure. Whatcha wanna watch?"

"Oh!" You hop up off his lap and into a sitting position, crossing your legs and picking up the remote- focused on the TV. "I have the best movie in mind. I think its started already, but not too long ago so we should be fine. You'll love it! Promise."

~

"This is the dumbest fucking movie I have ever seen Y/N- " Wheezy's saying, much to your dismay even though you grin- his frustration a source of amusement, to you. He's cute, you decide; His words are biting, but the expression on his face is soft, and relaxed. You like it. You like him- he's a good friend!

"No way!-" Giggling, you shake your head at him.

"Dont you show this to the boss, he'll blow a gasket. Is this supposed to be gang representation? Hell- "

"Its the best kind of gang representation!" You reply, not looking at him as he turns to give you most incredulous look possible. "... makes you guys look so dumb- fella's watchin'll think they can outsmart you and be so much easier to deal with, don'tcha think?"

"Pfft," Wheezy rolls his eyes, but he's grinning; Theres something cute about your theory, there. He's gotta admit. "We gotta deal with enough idiots, don't you be pushing any more on us."

"Hmm," Humming, you lean back into the cushions behind you; Eyes glued to the screen as some 'gangsters' play a game of poker. "Plus, they're all gorgeous... would you say that's misrepresentation, too?"

He scoffs again, shaking his head. "Depends on the gang, doll."

As soon as that slips out of his mouth, he just about has a stroke and freezes to the spot as you just continues to watch the movie, like she didnt hear it. Hanging out with your pal's girl all alone is one thing, even sitting this close to her can be interpreted as a close friendship, but calling her doll?? Thats got to be breaking every damn rule there is about pal's and their ladies. Greasy would lose his damn mind if he heard that, and Wheezy wouldn't really be able to blame him.

Except... you didnt react at all to him using that name with you- for you. As well as the fact that you haven't been seeing much of Greasy, lately. At all. He hasn't been around. And not just for a week, no- you two have been missing eachother for months now, slowly drifting apart. Greasy used to stress out like the damn Queen was coming over to the apartment if he ever had to dissapoint you, the two of you used to be so attached to eachother all the time that it made everyone else sick (And really uncomfortable, at times), you used to hang out in Greasy's room if he wasn't around when he said he would be... But not anymore. For weeks now you've been spending your time with him - Wheezy, - , almost treating him like your boyfriend...

Like a stand-in. But that doesn't mean that when you're together you aren't treating him like him- that you're using him as a place holder for Greasy at all, no- its just... like...

Instead of Greasy getting to spend his nights with your legs in his lap- it's Wheezy. Instead of Greasy getting to make you laugh- it's Wheezy. Instead of Greasy making you smile... its Wheezy.

And he doesn't think he should really have to feel guilty for enjoying it, anymore.

It's time to give Greasy a warning, Wheezy decides as he relaxes back into the cushions to watch the rest of this dumb movie that you like.

If Greasy doesn't buck up, soon, then he's going to let you know that he's throwing his hat into the ring.

~

Greasy's eyes are narrowed after what Wheezy says, disbelief and betrayal written all over his face. "... what, amigo?" His voice is quiet but emotionless, giving Wheezy one chance to take it back, his proclamation. His absurd, ridiculous, traitorous proclamation. If he did, then all would be fine- he would forgive and forget it. You're beautiful, and wonderful... he cant blame the man for falling under your spell for a moment. But if he doesnt-

"You heard me Grease." Intimidation is one of Greasy's favourite tactics- Wheezy's close to him, so he knows that. Plus... you can't really be intimidated by a man after you've heard him singing in the shower. "... I'm just warning you. As it is I'm not gonna do a thing, not unless she makes a move on me, because you're my friend- but if you don't start putting in more of an effort again, stop standin' your girl up... you're gonna lose her. And it might be, to me."

"Hm. Brave, fumador, you're very brave... So, am I to believe you haven't don't anything behind my back?"

"Yes."

... Greasy nods. He believes him- of course he does. Like Wheezy said, they're friends. He knows when he's lying and when he's telling the earnest truth, and besides he trusts him.

... and also- Wheezy isn't the lying type. Never has been. Greasy has never really had to worry about that, with him.

So... that brings him to a different thought. Another issue. One that makes his heart restrict inside his chest. "So then... Y/N... she has been sad? Missing m- "

Wheezy rolls his eyes deeply and groans, his hands in his pockets so he doesnt smack Greasy. "Of course she's been fucken sad, you little freak. She loves you, moron. And you've been everywhere but with her- where you should be." Some 'ladies man', this one. Wheezy thinks. Doesn't even know when he's making the biggest damn mistake of his life.

Sure, it might be Wheezy's gain... this mistake of Greasy's... but he won't take it lightly. This is a fucked up situation they're in, and whoever ends up with her is going to have to live with knowing the other is having to live without.

Greasy's heart squeezes and squeezes... forcing him quiet as thoughts rush through his mind about how bad he feels and how he didn't realise this, his working more lately, would affect her badly... and how if he had then he would have never...

Ugh, he thinks. He wishes he could say he was doing it for more money, to buy her an engagement ring or something... but he was not. Dammit.

... thats a prety good idea actually. Maybe he can still do that-

"What the hell are you two morons doing in my kitchen?" Smartass suddenly appears in the doorway, catching both their attentions with his frustrated tone. Greasy opens his mouth to explain, but their boss is already on it. "What I tell you??? No snacks past 6.30! Dinner's in the damn oven- what do you want from me here?? Damn vultures. What- you can't wait 15 minutes?? Sheesh."

This time Wheezy opens his mouth to explain for them both, but also gets cut off as Smartass pulls on two oven mitts. "And Y/N's just got here. Go bother her for a while, wouldja?? Both of you. Out."

Barely a millisecond passes and Greasy is already out the door, leaving a Greasy-shaped dust cloud behind him as he races to find you. Wheezy takes another moment, sucking in a good long puff of tobacco, before strolling after him.

When he finds you, standing by the billards table with Psycho and Stupid, Greasy's already attached himself to you like a damn leach.

"-so sorry, mi vida... Lo siento, Y/N... All my apologies... I didn't realise that I had been gone so much... " He's trailing kisses all over you- your cheeks, your forehead, down your neck... Psycho scowls at you both, before covering his eyes. Wheezy wishes he could do the same without feeling like a fricken 12 year old. "I mean of course I noticed you were away from me... and I missed you but-... you know? Why don't we go and spend some time- alone?~ " Finally he pulls back, looking you in the eye, a flirtation smirk on his face. "I will be sure to thoroughly make it up to you for my mistakes. Prometo~ "

Giving a giggle at it, you allow yourself to fall right back into familiar patterns, with him; Tucking hair behind your ear and letting your hands fall to his arms as he holds you, and tilting your head to the side. "I don't know~ Why don't we?"

You're just glad he's back.

Wheezy watches Greasy's wolf-like smirk broaden, all sorts of - likely, - depraved shit going in his head, and lean into your ear. He whispers something you that has your eyes widening and your fingers tightening onto his suit.

... you look cute as hell, but Wheezy would rather not know what it was that had that affect on you. Or at least not until he can figure it out himself.

Then Greasy's disconnecting from you, pressing one final lasting kiss onto your cheek, before heading to his room. You would follow in a moment, absolutely, but you're just reeling for a moment from how he went from 0 to 100 all of a sudden.

... woof. You give a smile, shaking your head. Whatever it was, you aren't about to question it. When you notice Wheezy standing in the doorway, smoking to himself, you catch his gaze and give a bright grin. He's back, you mouth, pleased.

He nods, blowing smoke. Yep... "Sure is."

Approaching him, you hold your arms behind your back and stand just beside him; Watching the Psycho and Stupid play billiards while Wheezy watches you. "I wonder what knocked some sense into him?... or who???" You ask, twisting in place and carefully peering up at him.

Immediatly he looks away, taking a draw from a cigerette. "Oh- don't give me the credit. It was allll him."

Without really thinking, you throw your arms around Wheezy; Giving him what was supposed to be a quick, warm hug. Of thanks.

But then he wraps his arms around you too, and you pull back not far... just enough to look at eachother and for a split moment, with both your heads slightly at an angle and your breath on eachothers lips you stay there; Inches apart and hearts beating erratically inside chests.

Something changed in the few seconds you were hugging him. The way you looked at him all of a sudden was different, like- realisation. Then surprise.

Then horror.

Quickly you wipe the wide-eyed look off your face and cautiously let go of Wheezy, stepping back. Theres a heat in your cheeks betraying you. Wheezy- you think, an odd and terrifying mix of shock and something really lovely and warm swarming inside your chest. Tall, laid back, sexy, comfortable... Wheezy.

You must look at him for too long, because he reaches out to grab your hand. "Y/N? Are you- "

Quickly you yank your hand out of jis reagh, surprising him. "Um- I'm fine! Yeah, I just- Greasy. I gotta go to Greasy. So- um- yeah. Uh, bye!"

Then you flash a awkward smile, to comfort him and show everything is alright, then rush up the stairs to Greasy's room.

#Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel Oneshot #Wheezy Weasel x Reader x Greasy Weasel #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #Greasy Weasel x Reader #Toon Patrol #Toon Patrol x Reader #Disney Villains #Oneshot

[gnattyplayssims]

1959 Pt2 - Jameson Reed

"Mizrahi? Any connection to the HCR?"

"I thought so but her father left Henford in the 30's. Lives in Copperdale now. Not rich enough to bother with a ransom. Sofia's practically useless to me."

"Sofia?! Why didn't you say so...She's the one we've been looking for."

"The kid with the cypher?"

"Not a kid any more."

Don smirked, "Not after I was done with her."

"She wouldn't know she has it, it's just a regular book to her, but there's no way she'd entrust someone like you with the information. We need someone to gain her trust."

"Who the plumb is this?"

"Don, meet Jameson Reed my most trusted agent. He specializes in undercover missions. He'll get the cypher."

"Forget it! She's mine, I don't part with my property for free."

"Oh don't worry, you'll be compensated. But you'll have to play along."

Jameson spoke for the first time. "Tell me a bit about this girl. What does she like?"

"Stupid fairy tales and her brat. Especially the brat. She won't shut up about her. If you swoop in like a fairy tale prince and keep the focus on the kid, she'll never suspect a thing."

Jameson Reed had settled into his mission a bit too comfortably for his liking. Getting married had not been the plan but it had been the only way to keep Sofia's focus on him like the sweet innocent dove she was. He'd kept her and the house bugged so he knew she was onto him.

"Going somewhere?"

"Oh um, Ava had a nightmare and Thomas was fussy...I was gonna make some hot chocolate."

"Ava hasn't had a nightmare in years and Thomas is a self-soother and doesn't like being held."

"Oh well, some hot chocolate still sounds nice. Would you like some?"

Jamal smiled that same smile that used to bring her such comfort and now sent a chill through her. "How bout you make some for you and Ava and I put Thomas back to bed."

"Oh...okay...thank you."

"Don't take long, Okay Baby?"

"Of course sweetie. I'll be right there."

Sofia yawned exaggeratedly as he entered the room but he pinned her to the mirror in the way that used to make her heart pound in anticipation...now it was pounding for a completely different reason. "What's going on with you?"

She removed his shirt, "What do you mean?"

He quickly undressed her pressing her against the mirror. "Don't think you're getting away with this."

"With what?"

"Using your body against me. I know there's something you're not telling me."

Her heart was pounding but not from his touch as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

Things steadily got worse as Sofia became more desperate to get her and the children out and Jamal let his mask slip more and more. He began nagging her about her duties as a wife and mother, working later shifts and berating her for not satisfying him the way she used to.

"I want a divorce Sofia, I already got the papers you just need to sign them." Hope filled Sofia for just a moment before he tore it away, "And I'll be taking Thomas."

"What? No! You can't take my son."

"He's my son too and I'm the one who can provide for him."

While Sofia crumbled beneath his words, Ava had a different approach. Seeing her mother pinned against the wall was too much and Ava snapped, biting his leg, chest and neck like a feral animal. Jamal finally pulled her off, yanking her off and tossing her back in the bedroom.

Jamal chuckled "You really are too easy. So weak you need a child to protect you. Don't worry, I won't break your pretty face like Don did. It'll be rather painless. Like drifting to sleep."

"Jamal please."

"I will say this for you, I will miss that pretty mouth."

Suddenly Jamal was pulled off her and she collapsed to the floor as someone forced Jamal against the wall. "Jameson Reed, you're under arrest for assault, attempted murder and purgery in 7 worlds. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you."

Jameson was escourted off the premises with only a little fight. The Detective dropped to his knees at Sofia's side. "Hey Sof, can you sit up?"

"Nikolas?"

"It's okay, he's gone."

"But...how?"

"You never did bother to ask about my degree...or my career. A bit rude honestly."

She groaned as he sat her up and her eyes fell on the bookshelves, "I think he's keeping someone in there. I don't know if they're alive. It's been months!"

"Ok. I'll check it out" He scooped her up

"The kids."

"Safe. Sofia you're safe now."

"No, he's just another nightmare."

Nikolas carried her to the bedroom. Past the wedding pictures he wanted to just tear from the wall. He found the bedroom and lay her on the bed before returning to the bookshelf. It didn't take him long to find the book that triggered the mechanism and the room opened.

Ava had come out of her room again and watched as the door swung open. "Mr Nik?"

"Stay there kiddo."

"What's in there?"

"That's what I'm going to find out." He stepped toward the door. "Alright Mr. Reed. What exactly have you been hiding. Something incriminating I hope."

Nikolas had expected drugs, maybe weapons, perhaps files on those he'd done deals with. But this was so far beyond anything he could comprehend. He wouldn't know where to start with technology like this and the jars lining the ceiling gave him an errie feeling.

"What are you?"

1960 Pt1 - Interrogation

#mizrahi legacy #dandy generation #decades challenge #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 storytelling #ts4 legacy

[stardew-obsessed-ora]

Random Dobson Headcanons because he's REAL TO ME AND THEREFORE IS REAL

I listed so so many headcanons for Dobson under the cut. They're all relatively silly, but I figured he deserved a bit of care and consideration given he's forcibly preoccupied one of my braincells. (especially since, you know, dobson exists in the void)

He looks to be in his early 20s to me, so I'm going to go on a whim and say he's very into popular internet culture. He's probably sent tacky, confusing memes to the work GC in an attempt to seem relatable before then going "um but none of you have actually met this weeks quota snort snort." On that note, Dobson has absolutely used common Gen-Z phrases to his older higher ups.

"Seriously, who exactly are they trying to rizz up on work time?"

"Sorry- what's a rizz?"

"Nevermind. I meant to say they were having inappropriate conversations during precious work hours."

I feel like Dobson is one of those people who uses a flip-phone unironically. He doesn't even have one of those pretty docomo flip phones, no. He has a bulky flip phone that he uses nearly constantly. In fact, he uses it so often, that he's certain he can type faster on a flip-phone keyboard than he can on a smartphone keyboard. (Spoiler: He can. It's terrifying to witness.)

I imagine he's a college student. He applied for Joja Corporations in order to help pay for his courses. It's a wonder he's able to joggle both middle-management work and course-work.

Dobson can practically live off of microwaveable pizzas, ramen, spaghetti, and a selection of other readily available foods. He doesn't really get tired of his diet. In fact, he gets offended at the sheer implication that his repetition is wrong.

He's so short. He's only about 5'2 or so. No, he doesn't give a shit about his height but if anyone brings it up he's going to make sure their work day is hell regardless of how little he cares. He definitely games on his free-time. It helps ease his nerves after a long day on that Joja grind. He's one of the worst motherfuckers to voice chat with because he's bound to scream in his mic at any given inconvenience. His rage is immense. He's a class-act Joja suck up. People thought Morris was bad? This dude would do absolutely anything for even an ounce of praise from the higher ups he works under. He wants a promotion, he wants to be able to brag to people more than he was already able to. He wants the satisfaction, the thrill, the feeling that he's doing something right. On that note, I genuinely feel like he's desperate for praise and approval from others. Something about him screams gifted kid burnout to me, and I feel as a result he's constantly looking for some form of praise from authority figures. He's still a total asshat though. Don't let this motherfucker fool you. He's chaos incarnate, and would burn your crops if it meant he'd be giving Joja the upperhand.

He is so prideful. He has so much pride for such a small man. It's hard to knock him from his pedestal, and he'll probably laugh at you or retort with an insult if you tried. But if you manage to, he has a bad habit of hiding his face with his hands and turning away. He doesn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him all frazzled.

He acts like he's high and mighty and untouchable, but could quite literally be folded like a piece of paper with a strong gust of wind. He's far more bark than he is bite, and thats for his own good.

His introduction scene mentioned how he found the citizens of Stardew Valley unfashionable, but if anyone told him he was unfashionable he'd be seething. As much as he hates admitting it, the most understanding he has of fashion comes from videos he sees. He has no clue how to coordinate an outfit, and doesn't actually care to. He finds he looks perfect in just about anything he puts on.

He'd never admit it, but he's actually quite sentimental over the little things he's given from people. He cherishes gifts, and would probably opt to bite someone before giving anything away that was given to him.

For some reason, this little man screams AroAce to me. I imagine the idea of receiving a bouquet somewhat scares him, and that he'd rather just be approached about being platonic partners than actually have to face any romantic confrontation. The thought of being asked on a non-platonic date admittedly scares him. He's never really experienced romantic attraction, and doesn't feel like he should bother himself with trying to venture into something like that or trying to understand it. (im aroace. i aroacified him with my super radical aroace beam.)

#sdv headcanons #sdv dobson #dobson sdv #dobson stardew valley #stardew valley #stardew valley dobson #look guys i did it dobson has been willed into existence

[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

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