#however I don’t really feel very comfy doing it because I don’t like walking in ground I don’t know

[ohitslen]

Bro what if I made a poor attempt of a fanfic where I explore Vash feeling mad. What would happen. What if there was a small amount of Vashwood in it. Too. What.

#tbh I have never in my life gotten my hand into fanfic #like. writing it myself #original stories? for sure! I’m your girl I have an insane amount of stories it’s my passion! #but the way fic writers work is very different and I LOVE YOU ALL #however I don’t really feel very comfy doing it because I don’t like walking in ground I don’t know #but you see I am now giving zero fucks because this hyperfixation changed me to a chemical level #like I’m sorry but it’s making me WANT TO WRITE ABOUT IT????? that to my own personal standards. is very crazy #so I’m thinking #but I’m not entirely sure I’m just thinking…

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

When the Levee Breaks

pairing: Remus Lupin x reader

tags / warnings: friends to lovers fluff then smut, mutual pining, smoking weed (be responsible irl), high sex, explicit descriptions of oral (f receiving), fem!reader

NSFW notes: A LARGE PORTION OF THIS FIC IS NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS; DO NOT READ IT IF IT ISN'T APPROPRIATE FOR YOU! HOWEVER, because such a long portion (like 2/3) has no sexual material (except for the implication at the very beginning), i have clearly marked where it becomes NSFW in case any age-appropriate readers want to read only up to that point (i know some people just want fluff not smut even if they're of age, and that's so chill); i will say there is drug use before then, so still adult material, but fluffy around that; please please be responsible for your content consumption

random notes: set in the late 70's / early 80's, following canon of when the marauders would've met but the rest of the world building (e.g. au) left ambiguous title inspired by a song on one of the albums mentioned idk why this turned out similar to The Prettiest Star with Sirius Black, but i guess my fantasy is just to listen to music intensely with someone then fuck lovingly lol

word count: 6.4k

hope you enjoy! thank you if you read it! 🫶

You watch as his long fingers, practiced and adept, roll the spliff. You liked this part. You could stare at his hands under the guise of watching the rolling. Remus didn’t have to know how far from pot your mind wandered when you did. He didn’t have to know it made you wonder every time what else he could do with this fingers. Imagine how they would feel on you. In you. 

At the thought, you squirm where you’re seated on his settee next to him. He chuckles in a low tone. 

“Antsy?” 

“No.” 

He can tell you’re lying. You can tell he can tell. But you don’t care. As long as he can’t tell why you’re lying, it doesn’t matter, and you can keep wriggling.

“Whatever you say, jitterbug.” 

Your wringing hands catch his attention, and his eyes fix on them even as his hands continue their work. 

“Next time, you’re rolling it,” he says through a smile. “There’d be nothing left to smoke by the time you finished shaking it everywhere,” he laughs, too amused with himself, giggling as if he were already high. 

“Remus?” you start, and he shakes his head and chuckles, loving how you get when he teases you. 

“What?” he smiles, eyebrows shooting up at you, both a welcome and a challenge for you to say whatever you’re about to. 

“Can you remind me who provided this wonderful gift on this wonderful afternoon?” You shake the baggy you brought to his flat not 15 minutes ago. 

He laughs, now nodding, and concedes, “You’re right, sunshine. I should be so grateful.”

Remus brings the spliff to his mouth to lick the edge of the paper, and your retort gets caught in your throat as you fixate on his tongue. 

A bit too late, a bit too quiet for your usual banter, you say, “You should be, Moons. I can still take it home and smoke by myself.”

“Oh now I’ve rolled it for you, yeah? Didn’t realize you were just here for my services. Should’ve known you were just pretending to love me till you got what you wanted.” He holds up his finished work — a beauty really — in front of you as he finishes his joke. You hum affirmatively, taking it from him and looking it over. 

You inspect it exaggeratedly and with a theatrical sense of casual satisfaction tell him, “Hm, not bad. I was starting to regret the long con, but I think this was worth it.” 

He’s giggling as he gets up, bumping his body against yours before he does, going toward his record collection. He walks over lazily, unhurriedly, his bare feet quiet on the floor, his hand coming up to mess with his hair. His loose, comfy clothes do a lot to hide the muscles you know are lean but strong underneath.

“Come help me choose,” he says over his shoulder as he falls to one knee to scan a lower shelf. Almost a whole wall of his small apartment is covered in shelves, boxes, stacks of records. It looks a mess, but it’s actually meticulously organized by release date.

You follow him, come up just behind him. You crouch, too, not all the way down like him. You lean on him, resting your head atop his, bringing your arms around his shoulders and neck. 

He moans casually, seeming happy, and grabs your arms where they fall across his chest. 

“Oh, Rem. You should know…”

“Hm?” he asks, looking up at you. You look down at him, seeing his warm smile upside down. 

“This is the real reason I’ve pretended to be your friend all these years,” you fake seriousness as you nod toward the records. Remus rolls his eyes, but his smile stretches further across his lovely face. It pulls on a long scar that runs down his cheek. 

“And may I ask how you knew when we were eleven that one day I would own such an epic collection?” 

“Easy. You wore a Led Zeppelin t-shirt one of the first days we knew each other.”

He’s taken aback by your giving an actual answer. 

“Did I really?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, smiling down at him. The warmth of reminiscing about those childhood years softening you. 

“I think I remember that shirt,” he smiles nostalgically. “How do you remember that?” He twists in your embrace, coming to sit on the floor and pulling you with him. You’re sitting close to each other, and he’s watching you, rapt. 

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I remember being so nervous and lonely at the beginning. Wanting to make friends. And you seemed nice, so I noticed you.” You shrug again, look down for a moment, not wanting to express embarrassment at a more honest recollection: you had a crush on him immediately, even back then, even before you were really sure what it was you were feeling — that came with the years that followed. “The day you wore that shirt, it was like something familiar I could latch onto. Someone who liked something I liked.” Remus is smiling adoringly at you. Listening as intently as he is, looking as giddy, he looks like a child at the greatest story time ever from his seat on the floor. 

“I even tried to talk to you about it,” you confess, cringing teasingly at yourself.

“Yeah?” He sits up straighter like a puppy hearing someone at the door. 

“Yeah,” you exhale. 

“I don’t remember that happening.”

“That’s because it didn’t,” you laugh. “I said tried to talk to you. I got too nervous and ran to hide before I could get the words out.” 

He’s shaking his head in disbelief, his smile still plastered on his face.

“I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed you yet.” Remus looks especially contemplative for a moment then hums, biting his lower lip. “It’s crazy. Trying to think of my life before you is like remembering a blank canvas.” 

Your cheeks warm and so does your heart. 

You’re smiling a beaming smile at him but say, “There wasn’t much to notice. I was pretty quiet. And besides, your attention probably couldn’t handle a single thing more given you were getting to know Sirius and James.” He laughs lightly at the good memories but shakes his head at you a little more pronouncedly. 

“I’m sure there was a lot to notice. I was just an idiot. And quiet, too. By comparison to that lot anyway. They spoke enough for the three of us. I probably would’ve wimped out if I’d tried to talk to a pretty girl like you back then.” The edges of his entrancing brown eyes crinkled from his smile. “I mean… to be honest… I’d get nervous for a while, talking to you at first.”

“You didn’t,” you tease but secretly really want to hear more.  

“I did, yeah. Of course I did,” he laughs at himself. “I had a big crush on you. James and Sirius wouldn’t let me live it down for ages.” 

You’re shocked at this news. And maybe your face shows it. What it doesn’t show is how desperately your mind is racing, questioning: “Wait, could things have been otherwise? Did he actually like me as more than a friend at some point? Did I ruin it somehow?”

Remus tenses slightly, his smile no longer reaching his eyes, which are attentive at your reaction. 

“That was a long time ago,” he jokes to fill the silence that is beginning to stretch too long, his tone awkward.

“What happened?” you whisper, unable to help it. 

He takes a second to answer, like he doesn’t know what to say. He’s searching your face, and you’re not sure how much he can read there. 

He shrugs. His face gives an “I don’t know” scowl. He’s trying to escape answering, but you don’t let him.

“Remus,” you laugh and shove him playfully. 

“I don’t know,” he giggles. “I don’t know. Then I got to know you I guess. And we became friends.” 

You give a scoffy laugh. You know he probably didn’t mean it that way, but your stomach sinks at the idea that getting to know you would remedy him of his crush. You’re staring at the floor when his voice breaks you out of your thoughts. 

“Hey, you okay?” He’s trying to keep the playful atmosphere, but you hear true concern in his tone. “Did I say something I shouldn’t’ve?”

You want to say “yes,” but you wouldn’t be able to tell him which part. So, you don’t say anything.

“I didn’t think you’d mind, after all these years,” he says more softly.

“No, Rem. Of course I don’t mind.” You shake your head as if dismissing the idea, attempting a laugh that still comes out strained. “I was just surprised is all.” 

He’s watching you, nodding subtlety, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. 

“Let’s choose something, yeah?” you nod next to you toward the wall, desperate to redirect attention.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘course.” Remus turns toward the records, skimming across his stacks. A thought catches him, and he moves purposefully toward a different shelf.

“What are you thinking?” you notice, your interest piqued. 

“1971,” he says as if it’s an answer. It is to you. 

1971: the year you met. 

He pulls out a well-worn record, and the strain on your smile finally dissipates to easy delight. You come stand next to him, and he hands it to you. 

“Do you remember how much we listened to that then?” he asks. 

“How could I forget,” you smile, your fingers tracing the cover of Led Zeppelin IV. 

It came out November 1971, but neither of you could get it till at least a month later, during Christmas break from school. When you finally did, the two of you listened to it nonstop. You absolutely loved the album, but you knew you listened to it that much because it was an easy excuse to hang out with Remus. You’d been listening to music together, often just the two of you, ever since.

“Fuck, I remember we’d listen to it in my room,” Remus reminisces. “And even Sirius, the biggest Zeppelin fan of us all, couldn’t take it anymore,” he laughs. “He’d turn it off when he found us listening to it, scolding us for ‘abusing a sacred thing.’”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Oh, look at this,” Remus startles you, excited. He pulls another record off the same shelf.

“This is too perfect,” he giggles. “I didn’t remember this came out then,” he muses, looking it over. “Probably didn’t get my hands on it till much later, I guess. But it’s like it was made for us. For you.” He hands you Just As I Am by Bill Withers, but you still don’t get what he’s saying. He sees your confused look and chuckles. “Second track,” he hints. Your eyes land on “Ain’t No Sunshine.” 

“Sunshine”: Remus’s nickname for you for years. You had Sirius to thank for it actually. He’d said you and Remus were like yin and yang. And since you all already called him “Moony,” you had to be “Sunny.” The other three of you cringed at the sound of that, so he tried “sunshine” instead, conceding it was close enough, and it stuck. Over the years, Sirius and James used it less and less, Remus more and more.

“It’s your song,” Remus urges, knocking his shoulder against yours. “There literally can’t be sunshine when you’re gone because you are sunshine.” He sounds too excited, and it’s adorable. 

“You sound like Sirius saying he’s serious,” you tease. He just laughs and takes the record back.

“Whatever, grumpy. It’s an epic song, and you know it, and now it’s yours, and I don’t care if that’s cheesy.”

“I love it,” escapes you, teasing tone gone. His eyes snap to yours, and he looks at you warmly.

“Alright, sunshine,” he whispers. A beat. “Wanna listen to it?” he asks, voice almost normal again. You nod gladly then go back to the sofa as he sets it up.

Remus soon comes back and joins you. He grabs the spliff from between stacks of snacks you’d prepared for the afternoon then looks over at you.

“Ready, sunshine?”

“Mhhm.”

“You do the honours.” He hands it to you and grabs the lighter. Rather than handing that to you too, he lights it for you as it dangles from your parted lips. 

You take a long drag, feeling it enter you and welcoming it. You cough lightly as you exhale slowly. You are no novice but are still always a cougher. Remus still always giggles when you do, but it’s never mocking. He has a glass of water ready for you, knowing you well, always looking after you. You trade him the water for the spliff, which he proceeds to hit with equal enthusiasm and less wheezing.  

You pass it back and forth for a little while. It’s strong stuff and just three hits in, you feel it engulfing you. The settee feels softer; the music sounds better. 

“Ain’t No Sunshine” is playing, and in your dazed state, you’re sure this is going to be the peak of the album even if it doesn’t coincide with the peak of your high. You close your eyes, and you can feel the music on your skin. 

Remus chuckles next to you, and your face turns to him.

“You look so stoned right now,” he explains, giddy. 

“That’s because I am,” you laugh. Once you start laughing it’s hard to stop; once Remus joins, it’s almost impossible. 

You chat easily, observations and jokes from both of you greatly benefitting from the induced assistance. Remus has a revelation about your listening to HI-fi while high. Your mind is blown multiple times at how deep the lyrics are. 

“They’re all talkin’ at him, but he doesn’t hear a word they’re sayin’, Moons! Not a word! I should do that,” you tell him as if it’s the most urgent thing in the world. He cracks up. “He’s so right, you know? Gotta keep the sun shining through the pouring rain, you know?”

“Uh-huh, I know, sunshine, I know,” he just laughs at you.

“You have such a nice smile, Moony,” you observe, dazed just as much from the feelings perambulating through your system than the pot doing the same.

“Yeah?” he asks, exaggerating it till he’s all teeth and squinty eyes. 

“Yeah,” you laugh. “It looked funny upside down over there,” you remember. “Watch!” 

You flip over on the sofa till your feet are up where your neck should rest and your head is dangling off the edge where your knees would normally be. You smile up at him. Remus doubles over laughing with you, bringing his face much closer to yours as he leans into it. 

“You’re right. Looks funny,” he tells you much more softly than you expected after his cackling. He watches you intently then brings a hand to your upside down face. He traces your features lightly, and it’s warm and tingly. His long finger travels down your nose, across your eyebrows. 

“C’mere,” you whisper to him.

“Where?” he whispers back, his voice a gruff chuckle again. 

“Down here!” you whisper-yell. 

You pull his shoulder down and start kicking his legs up as he contorts until you get him in the same position as you. You end up side by side, upside-down on the sofa. 

Each of you giggles at the other as you steal side glances. Your faces, pulled the wrong way by gravity, softened more than normal by the smoking, look even goofier through your incessant giggles and pointless efforts at holding those back.

You listen, and laugh, to at least a whole song like this. You kick each other’s feet throughout. As one of your kicks brings you closer to Remus, he rolls over to tickle you. You laugh so loud you can’t even hear the record over it. 

“Stop, Rem! Stop!” you plead. “I’m already too dizzy.” 

He keeps it up a moment but soon takes pity on you and helps move your body the right way around, his strong hands manipulating you easily. 

“Alright, dizzy. Enough upside-down,” he says as he fixes your now crazy hair. 

You just nod and shift closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he shuffles to a comfortable height for you, laying his own head on yours. 

A primary reason you enjoy getting high with Remus: you both get snuggly. You’re touchy normally, even more than most best friends you’ve seen, but not overly so. When you’re high, it’s overly so. But it somehow doesn’t feel weird. In fact, it feels wonderful. 

So, it feels wonderful, not weird, when you absentmindedly reach over for his hand. He gives it to you easily, and you begin caressing it. 

“Your skin is so soft, Rem.” You pull his hand closer to you, bringing it close to your face, looking it at like you’ve never seen a hand before. Remus takes the opportunity and quickly grabs at your nose playfully. You giggle at this as he responds to your initial comment.

“In between all the scars maybe.” He sounds matter of fact. There’s a lot less pain in his voice now when he talks about them than when he did in your younger years. You look forward to the day when you hear no pain there at all. 

“No, the scars too,” you correct him gently, and you bring your thumb to a scar that runs from the top of his hand up to his forearm. You trace it with reverence, and he shivers at your touch. You know for a fact you’re the only person in the world he allows to touch them. You’re so grateful for his trust, and in this moment, your emotions heightened, your inhibitions lowered, the vibrations of the music moving through you, you feel the need to tell him so. 

“Thank you for letting me touch you, Moony.” 

Remus has been watching where your hands are connected until now, but at your words, he looks into your eyes. He just looks at you for a long moment. You can’t tell how long, time elongated and indeterminable in your current state, but you’re completely comfortable to sit in it through its entirety, looking straight back at him. 

Eventually, the softest grin blossoms on his face. You mirror it. 

“Thank you for not being afraid to,” he whispers. You genuinely don’t understand. 

“Why would I be?”

“You know what I mean,” he tries to explain. He looks down in shyness but back at you before continuing, “Maybe ‘afraid’ isn’t the right word. Maybe it’s ‘disgusted’ or something…” 

His voice is fading to a low whisper by the end, like the louder the words are the truer they’ll be. 

Without hesitating, you tell him the truth: “Remus, you’re the least disgusting person in the world. You’re beautiful.” He grimaces like he can’t believe you, so you go on. “You are.” 

You turn your body even more toward him, bringing your connected hands to your almost shared lap and bringing your other hand to caress his cheek. 

“Silly Moony. You’re so sickeningly beautiful,” you chuckle. Your hand runs up through his hair. “This hair is ridiculous,” you inform him, tousling it. He leans into your touch like a content puppy. “These eyes.” You trace circles around each of them, first skimming his eyebrows then looping around. “They’re the easiest thing in the world to melt into, no pot needed.” You feel them crinkle as they smile into your compliments. “This nose.” You trace it slowly. “These lips,” you say more softly. You feel his gasp when you touch them then feel nothing, his breath held as you trace them. “And your scars,” you say with some finality. You trace a prominent one across his face. He closes his eyes while you do, opens them again when you reach its end. “You beauty isn’t one to be ruined by scars, Remus Lupin. Your beauty is the kind that incorporates the scar and makes that beautiful too.” 

Remus squeezes your interlaced hands. Your faces are so close to each other that you could see his eyes moisten as you tell him all this. He closes them before full tears form and moves his face that tiny bit closer till his forehead rests on yours. You nuzzle his nose, and he nuzzles yours back. 

“It’s so quiet,” you whisper, breaking the silence — noticing the silence. You didn’t notice when the album ended.  Remus just hums in response. 

The silence is loaded but peaceful. You don’t want to pressure him into having to say something back after you let yourself get so intense with him. It wasn’t about what he said back; it was about his understanding how you saw him, how you hoped he would see himself. 

So, with his eyes still closed, you give the scar that runs across his nose a light kiss, do the same to another larger one across his jaw. Then you bring your head back to his shoulder, snuggling into him to mark the end of the moment, no further pressure necessary. 

Remus shifts his body closer, as close to you as possible. He brings his arm around your shoulders without letting go of your hand. He’s holding you close, and your arm crosses your chest to keep your hands intertwined. He kisses the top of your head — new, sweet — then rests his own there again — familiar, warm. Your thumb absentmindedly strokes the back of his hand. 

You sit together in the quiet a long while. You close your eyes, breathe Remus in, let his body, his presence envelop you then just bask in it. Everything feels pleasantly heavy — the air, his body where it touches yours.

You settle into him, and without your noticing you’re doing it, your hand on his stills. 

“Don’t stop,” he whispers. 

“Hm?” you need to ask, unsure what he means. You look up, and he looks down, and your faces are a breadth away from each other. 

“I liked how you were touching me,” he whispers. “I always like how you touch me,” he adds like a secret. 

He brings his hand that’s not holding yours up to your face. First, the backs of his fingers brush lightly over your cheekbone then he rests his hand there. His fingers hold your jaw; his thumb caresses your cheek. Like you tend to do, you lean into his touch. 

His gentle, soothing touch flutters your eyes closed. Your inability to see his face makes it less scary to respond, “I always like how you touch me too.”

“Yeah?” he sighs, his hand holding you a bit more tightly, his thumb coming down to graze your bottom lip. You nod slowly, his hand moving with your head.

“Do you ever think about other ways we could touch each other?” he whispers. Your eyes fly open at this and land on his: lidded, dilated, gazing into your own. 

“Do you?” 

“I asked you first,” he giggles. “And I’ve already told you a secret today. It’s your turn.”

“What secret?” Your voices are still soft, whispering even though there’s no need for quiet other than your intimacy demanding it. 

“About my crush.” 

“I had a crush on you too,” you tell him. “So now we’re even.”

“That’s not fair, sunshine,” he smiles. You smile back. 

Then, after a moment, like he can’t help it, “You did?” 

“Of course I did.” 

“What happened?” he echoes. 

“Nothing,” you confess. 

His eyebrows furrow, unsure how to interpret this. His eyes hold hope and trepidation at once. 

“I got to know you… And we became friends…” you continue. His expression falls, and you’re pretty sure you recognize this look as disappointment. But you go on, “And it made me love you all the more.” 

You’re ready to read his expression closely this time, but you don’t get the chance before he’s kissing you, before you’re kissing back. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NSFW beyond this point ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It’s slow. Deliberate. His lips push on yours; his arms bring you closer. His tongue teases your lips, and though they part in response, his tongue traces them rather than push in. You whimper at the feeling of it, and he moans at your reaction. He breathes you in, covers your whole mouth with his, devouring the sound, devouring you. 

Now his tongue enters your mouth, exploring, playing with yours. You’re not sure whether his movements are slow or whether they just feel slow because you’re still high. You are sure you have no desire to speed any of it up. 

You bring your hands to either side of his face, holding him gently but pulling him to you. He follows easily, and when your chests are almost flush, you trace your hands down to his shirt and pull him on top of you as you lean back, lying down on the sofa.

You keep kissing a deliciously long while then Remus goes beyond your lips, kissing along your jaw leisurely. He mouths at your skin, licking, nipping his way unhurriedly down to your neck. Here he languidly runs his tongue along the length of your neck, kissing your pulse point, nipping behind your ear. 

Everywhere he touches is buzzing, and you shiver at the sensation. When his breath blows cold air on your now wet skin, you shiver even harder, your body shuddering against his above you. He chuckles into the crook of your neck and continues. 

After another while of his working his way down, he has to pull the neck of your shirt down to reach further. You bare your neck to him, loving his exploratory path. 

When his mouth leaves your skin for the first time in several minutes, your impulse is to immediately pull him back to you.

“Let’s take this off,” he whispers sedately, gruffly, tugging at your top. 

You pull it off and don’t waste time unclasping and sliding your bra off as well. Remus looks at you, dopey and delighted, but without further ado, pushes your chest so that you lie back again. His hand stays on you and begins lazily kneading your breast as he brings his mouth back to you.

He kisses the base of your neck and continues his previous ministrations across your collarbones. He seems to be on a mission to trace the entire surface area of your skin with his wandering mouth, and you have every intention of letting him and enjoying every long second of it. 

As he makes his languorous way down your sternum, you arch your back, pushing up into him, and bring your hands to his messy hair, holding him close. You scratch and tug, needing somewhere to release some energy, every part of you he’s touched left humming warm and electric. He groans into your chest, and you’re certain you feel the vibrations move through your skin, across your chest cavity, and into your heart, where they ricochet within it, making it beat faster. 

“Remus,” you whine adoringly. He hums into your skin again in response and speeds up his southward trajectory just the slightest bit. 

His face comes between your breasts, and he runs his teeth down the valley, then licks his tongue up the same path. You shake a little, and his hand squeezes your breast tighter. The other one he mouths across until his tongue traces a slow, wet circle around your nipple. This shoots a hot, jolting current straight from where his mouth is connected to you down to between your legs.

He’s gentle for a while, moving back and forth between your tits, often agonizingly slowly, his hands kneading at your chest all the while. Without your expecting it, though, he bites one of your hard, sensitive nipples and tugs lightly. You squeal and push your chest into his mouth. He keeps going, switching as he fancies between rough and tender. 

At a bite of the side of your breast, you rut up into him, and the movement has you feeling how wet you are. You’ve never been this wet before before direct stimulation. 

Remus holds your hips down to the sofa but moves from your chest to your stomach. His roaming mouth proceeds at its perfect, maddening pace. It meanders to your ribs, down your sides, not following a straight path down. 

Once he eventually reaches the threshold of your pants, he looks up at you. 

Remus looks higher than you’ve ever seen him before. He looks elated, in awe. 

“I want to spend hours and hours on your body like this,” he tells you, nuzzling his face into your lower stomach, kissing it as he detaches from you.

“Remus,” you whimper, running your hand into his hair and inadvertently thrusting your hips up. He chuckles, still sounding high, but his voice is as low as you’ve ever heard it.

He takes your trousers and underwear off in one efficient but slow tug. He pulls his shirt off much faster, and you touch all his skin you can reach before he’s repositioning himself.

Your thighs feel cold now uncovered, but it’s nothing compared to the sensation of fresh air on your soaking cunt. As you adjust your body, you feel a thick wetness drip from your entrance down to where your arse meets the sofa. You feel the coldness of that wetness even more as Remus pushes your legs further apart to position himself between them. 

You’re completely sure you’re wetter than you’ve ever been before, but you’re not sure if you could possibly be as wet as you feel, thinking the high could be heightening your sensation of it. You’re worried it’s too much, worried you’ll put Remus off. 

“I can clean up a little if —“ you start, but you’re cut off by Remus diving in, running his flat tongue slowly, firmly up from the base of your puddle up to your pubic bone. A strangled, prolonged gasp functions as the end of your sentence.

When Remus licks you again, your thighs shake on either side of his head. You feel him laugh into your cunt, and this time you imagine the vibrations shooting all the way up your body, following the chaotic roadmap his mouth left lingering across it.

Remus pulls back from you and rests his chin on your pubic bone, looking up at you. 

He informs you simply, “You taste delicious, darling.” He looks drunk on it. 

“Everything tastes better when you’re high,” you tease.

“Then I’m really going to enjoy this,” he smiles. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll get me high just by letting me do this other times.” 

“Other times?” 

“Well, yeah…” he giggles. His eyes bore into yours even though he’s the length of your torso away. “I though this was a first, not an only…”

“Good.” You sound giddy. “Just checking.”

“Silly,” he shakes his head at you. You thrust your hips up and laugh at the expression he makes when you bump his face, like he’s dazed. He squeezes your thigh harshly where he’s holding you. 

“Behave, sunshine. It’s feeling dangerous down here.” 

“I thought you were enjoying it.” 

“I am.” A bite at your hip. “And I’m seriously getting the munchies, so just…” You don’t understand the end of his sentence, the words muffled against your skin as he starts eating you out.

It’s heavenly. High as you are, in love as you are, you think you’re on cloud nine. This gets you wondering where such an odd expression even comes from. It seems so random. 

“Moony?”

“Hmm?” is grunted into your cunt.

“Why do you think it’s called being on cloud nine?”

He pulls back. The whole lower half of his face shines in your slick. 

“Why are you thinking about that right now? Am I that bad at this?”

“Bad? It’s amazing.” You ruffle his hair in your groping hands. “Which is why I’m on cloud nine, which is why I’m thinking about that right now. Your hair is as soft as clouds, Moons.” 

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Am not,” you giggle.

“Are,” he teases.

“Can you keep going now? It felt so good. Your mouth is ridiculous.” You thrust your hips up at him again.

“Ridiculous and bossy,” he complains, but he’s smiling hard, and before you can even think of a retort, he does as you bid. 

His mouth takes its time between your legs. He spends eternities teasing you: mouthing at the tops of your thighs, licking up your bikini line, nipping at your clit without giving it the attention he knows you want from how loud you whine every time he gives it the slightest graze. He loves all over your vulva, not leaving any part untouched, unworshipped. His tongue fucks into your entrance languidly; it swirls there. He licks your labia, sucks on it, gives the same attention to your clit when you moan loud enough. He travels back and forth, seemingly enjoying all of it too much to stick to any one attention too long. The next time he lands on your clit, he prolongs it.

Your legs shake; your back arches; your whines grow loud before turning strangled, and Remus takes his cue to reserve the relaxed approach for later. He picks up his pace, gripping your thighs tightly and shakes his whole face into you, alternating between licking and sucking rhythmically at your clit. You cum hard, and it feels like it goes on for minutes. 

With your eyes closed, you truly feel like you’re floating, your only anchor to the world Remus Lupin where you feel his body attached to yours. 

You’re laughing in pleasure, and the laughs turn to pants as you slowly, slowly come down. You love coming down to an already high baseline, and you giggle at the sensation of relaxing into a still heightened state. 

It suddenly strikes you it feels like it’s been years since you talked to Remus, heard his mellifluous voice, and you startle your eyes open searching for him. 

You see him immediately. He’s gazing at you with equal parts ardor and adoration, but when he sees your expression, his shifts to concern. 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, my love?” He rushes to hover just above you. His face is close to yours again, though it’s scanning all over your body. His hand holds your face gently, his other arm holding him up. “Did something feel bad? Does something hurt?” 

“No, no, I’m fine, Moons, I’m fine,” you rush to reassure. “I just missed you,” you explain.

“Missed me?” His eyes shoot to yours. “I’m right here, love; what do you mean you missed me?” He can’t help a subtle giggle, and his adoring expression takes back its rightful place on his beautiful face. 

“I just thought I hadn’t seen you in too long.” Your hands caress his face, thread through his hair. “Or heard your voice…” 

“Hmm,” he hums, leaning into your touch. “I’m right here. What do you want me to say?”

“Anything,” you smile. 

“I love you.” 

You’ve heard them before, but never like this, and they’re the best words in the world, in the universe. 

“Remus,” you sigh, leaning up to kiss him. He tastes intensely of you, and you laugh into the kiss. “I’m sorry I got you so… so slicky.”

“I don’t mind,” he chuckles. “Means it was good, right?”

“Beyond. ‘Good’ is like… like one colour out of a whole rainbow for how that just felt.” 

He’s beaming down at you and kisses you again, lingering there. 

When he finally separates from you, his caressing thumb comes to wipe some slick at the corner of your lip. You grab his hand and kiss each of his fingers lightly. Then you lick down his long index finger, your tongue finding and following a scar up his hand to his wrist.

You look into his eyes, and he’s staring at you, transfixed. 

“I was thinking about your fingers when you were rolling the spliff.” 

“Yeah?” His voice is a desperate sigh. 

“Yeah.”

“What were you thinking about?” 

“How beautiful your hands are. How they’d feel touching me… How your fingers would feel inside me…”

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You wanna find out?”

“Yes,” you moan. 

“Get them nice and wet for me, and I’ll show you.” They’re already lingering at your lips, but he slowly pushes them in. You welcome them enthusiastically and lazily suck on them, swirl your tongue around them.

“Fuck.” His voice is low. “Fuck, I want to feel everything there is to feel with you.”

“Mmm,” you nod, your mouth still full. 

Remus takes his fingers out, kisses you, and lets his mouth stay on yours as his fingers trace down your chin, your chest, your stomach steadily, leaving a wet path. When they reach between your legs, you squirm in anticipation. 

He rubs a couple of tight, slow circles on your clit. You’re so sensitive, and it feels amazing. You mewl into his mouth where it still hovers just above yours. 

“Ready, my sunshine?” 

“Mmhhmm.”

Remus pushes two fingers into you ever so slowly. You release a low, slow whine the whole time he takes to press in. He gives you gentle kisses, eating it up. When his fingers are in to the hilt, you wonder how you didn’t feel devastatingly empty every moment of your life before this one. When he adds a third, you’re sure you will every moment after.

You clench purposefully around him, and he moans into your mouth. Closing your eyes again, it’s the easiest thing to let yourself be consumed by the sensations, by Remus. 

When he curls his fingers inside you, you clench again, this time automatically. You grip his hair and clutch his back, your arms pulling his body close to yours. 

The spot he starts massaging feels like it’s a blazing fire, but everywhere else you’re connected, your chests, your mouths, is scattered scalding embers.

You’re savouring every second, every sensation, already feeling another high building but relishing in the time it’ll take to get there. 

You run your hands down Remus’s back, feeling the bumps of his scars, the grooves of his defined muscles. For the first time all afternoon, you feel a desire to hurry… 

You start moving your hips to meet his rhythm, eager, even more than for your own climax, for your turn to take your time on him. 

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus x reader #remus x you #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin smut #marauder x reader #marauders fanfic #sirius black #james potter #marauders fluff #marauders smut #remus lupin oneshot #friends to lovers

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Have you by chance seen if Grim got a new bow in the JP event? I’d hope it looks better than the event sprites haha…

Yup, Grim does, in fact, get a slick new look for this event! I made a post commenting on it (which you can see here!).

Looking at the 2D models for the event characters though… They aren’t bad, but definitely not my style. I feel like the individual elements can look good, but it’s a bit much when out all together…

Not sure if I’m a fan of Jamil’s super baggy pants or Azul’s wide sleeves; I would have liked them tailored more. Azul’s sleeves would be fine if not for the current position in the pose; I believe they are supposed to “open” due to the generous slit in it, similar to the Pomefiore dorm uniform sleeves. As it’s depicted here, it’s stiff.

Ace looks the least odd to me of the group overall, but I do like Jamil’s hair, jacket, and makeup in the 2D model (it’s Too Much for me in the card initial art, probably bc the pose places his braid in the middle of his face and looks a little out of place). Azul really got the short end of the stick… His hair lost a lot of volume which saddens me :(( I like his usual floofier hair… Jamil and Azul’s coats also look a little heavy because of how the gems are concentrated on their lapels, not sure how comfy that would be to walk around in.

I appreciate Vil’s look for what it is (he is the concept of gender itself), but I don’t really care for the low cut top or the gloves…? (I noticed several people pointing out how they look like the Thanos gloves which makes me giggle 😂) The hair and coat itself are fine, but again I find the makeup to be too heavy.

Again, don’t hate the them but don’t love’m either. There was definitely a lot of thought put into these looks from the devs, it just appeals to a certain crowd that doesn’t include me. Maybe I don’t get high fashion www but really, I think it’s just the 2D models making the outfits unflattering?? They look a lot better in all the fan art I’ve seen, so maybe the real problem is that the construction of them appears stiff and immobile in the game specifically.

What I will say, however, is that the chibi animations are very cute! I love seeing Vil strut around… and it’s sort of funny seeing Ace and Jamil fight with makeup and perfume.

kabejdbskwj They look like those department store salespeople who hound you to sample whatever it is they’re selling… (Azul’s freebie card is time gated right now so we don’t have his yet, but that vibe totally suits him, doesn’t it???)

#twisted wonderland #twst #Vil Schoenheit #Azul Ashengrotto #Jamil Viper #Ace Trappola #Grim #jp spoilers #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #notes from the writing raven #question #Thanos

[jade-parcels]

🌱🌱🌱Silly little Haitham bf hcs to celebrate his banner 🌱🌱🌱

🌱Haitham is a relatively good cook but he doesn’t venture into cook books for new recipes. If it was up to him, you’d eat the same 4 meals over and over. He enjoys rice, meat and veggies so every dish he makes will include those things. When you make something new for him, he’s always appreciative and willing to try it and even if he isn’t a big fan, he’ll eat it to make you happy. Food is food to him, it doesn’t have to be his favorite in order for him to eat it.

🌱Al Haitham’s the type of guy to take a ‘little sip’ of your drink when you tell him to try it except he’s a Big Man and he takes a HUGE mouthful… then hands back the almost empty glass with a “yeah, that’s pretty good. I might get some for myself”…. This bitch… get your own >:(

🌱Haitham would fold your laundry for you and put it away if he noticed that you were overwhelmed by it all. However, the downside is he reorganizes as he goes, putting things in places that ‘make logical sense’. Now your shirts are in color order and socks are separated by length

🌱He’s secretly a cuddle bug ;-; he wants you to be close to him whenever possible. He isn’t a fan of pda but behind closed doors he wants you to sit close against his side, lay in his lap, rest your head on his chest, run your hand through his hair, kiss his cheek… Poor guy is so smart- he’s so straight forward but that’s his own downfall cause when it comes to affection, he gets embarrassed to ask for it. He doesn’t know how to word it. “Hug me” is too demanding… “May I have a hug?” Sounds too childish… “I want a hug” sounds out of character to him. So he just hopes you catch onto what he wants. Sometimes actions speak louder than words

🌱When he’s out jogging or taking a walk after work (he’s gotta stretch his legs after sitting doing paperwork) he’ll slow down when passing by fruit stalls. He makes a point of buying your favorite fruits for you almost daily so you have a lil snack for after dinner or for breakfast the next morning. He’s a regular at these stalls now because of you :) <3

🌱Haitham’s favorite part of a party is leaving. He will happily take the blame when you get tired and want to leave. Like the true gentleman he is, he’ll use the excuse of ‘I have work in the morning. It’s time for us to get going’ so you two can go home. Are you going straight to bed? Maybe. Are you going home to cuddle and read together? Very likely

🌱While he prides himself in his self control, you’re Haitham’s weakness. He’s easy to rile up, easy to pull into an alleyway to kiss behind shops or between trees. He can’t really hide when he blushes cause he doesn’t just blush lightly, he turns beet red from his neck up to his ears so please don’t embarrass him at work but if you do he’ll return the favor later so… ;)

🌱Haitham prefers to be the big spoon when you guys sleep cause hugging something or someone is comforting for him. In his college years when he wasn’t getting laid, he went to sleep hugging his pillow… That’s what he did before he met you too. Now he has you in his arms, you’re secure and keep him feeling comfy n warm. Sweetie pie <3 if you ask why he likes to hold you that way you’ll get a long winded lecture about emotional security, couple co-sleeping and so on lmao

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact alhaitham #al haitham #alhaitham x reader #I love him dearly he’s such a sweetie

[complete-your-trainerdex]

Penny, Arven and Nemona cuddling HC please some fluff to cheer everyone up with the trio 🙏

Arven, Nemona & Penny (separate) general cuddling HCs [GN!Reader]

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I full heartedly believe that our big sandwich boy is touchstarved. There’s no way that, with the trauma Arven has, that he’s normal about physical touch. But don’t worry! It’s not hard to start a cuddle sesh with him

This boy is warm, a walking furnace if you will. He also smells like sandwiches but also kinda like a dog because if Mabostiff but who doesn’t like the big dog?

When Arven and you cuddle, this boy has the strength of an Ursaring he is not letting go. It’s like being covered in a weighted blanket: super comforting

Honestly, he would probably just stay silent while you cuddle. He doesn’t really know what to say unless you start a conversation and he just likes the comforting silence between you two

He’s more than open to cuddling with you whenever you want to, he’s just gonna have a hard time initiating it himself so it’s up to you to read his body language

If you have a bad day and just wanna relax with him, he’ll happily cuddle you if you want and will even let Mabostiff out for extra support! You can even let your own out if you want! Just let him take care of you

As stated before, Arven is a touchstarved lad and will have trouble initiating cuddles but that doesn’t mean he hates them! Just tell him when you want to and he’ll comply! One day he’ll get better at telling you when he wants to cuddle…

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Nemona is a very hyperactive and energetic girl so I feel like it’d be hard to keep her still for too long. What can I say, she likes to fidget but she’ll try her best to cuddle with you for however long you want

I feel like she’d also be pretty warm. Not like furnace warm but like blanket warm, not too hot and not too cold. She also probably smells like a summer’s day or a flower bouquet

Probably just as strong as Arven when it comes to cuddle grip. When you start, she has no intention of letting go. She likes to fidget with your clothes or you hair, helps her keep still and focus on you

She’s good as a comforting presence but definitely isn’t good with her words and often misses or misunderstands emotional beats. I mean, just look at the game that’s all the proof I need

It’s not her first thought to initiate cuddles since she’s always on the move or thinking about her next Pokémon battle so she may as well forget that she can just ask for cuddles

On that, she’s more than happy to cuddle with you when you have a bad day. She’ll offer some activities or fresh air or even simply some food if you want. If not, she’ll just stay with you while playing with your long/short hair

Even though Nemona has a hard time staying still or asking, she actually likes cuddling with you! It brings a sort of comfort to her that she doesn’t experience often…

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It’s not to much as she’s touchstarved, she’s just really shy about physical touch. Penny knows when she wants physical touch and when she doesn’t but has a hard time getting that point across to her partner

Penny is about as cold as a Glaceon. There’s a reason she wears baggy hoodies! She’s the kind of girlfriend to place her cold hands on your back or her cold feet over your own. Be wary

Penny has very little physical strength so she’s much rather be held than do the holding herself. What she makes up for in strength is comfortability it’s like hugging a pillow

On that note, she’s super comfy to hug. The hoodie does help quite a bit but she’s very huggable. She has a very comforting aura when she’s relaxing

Sorry to say this but Penny will not initiate cuddles or even ask for them. Girl’s just too shy for her own good so you’ll have to initiate/ask for them first

However, if she sees that you’re having a bad day or are just overall not feeling well, she’ll try her best to suck up her shyness and cuddle you. She’ll even get her eeveeloutions to help!

Trust me, Penny loves cuddling with her partner as much as the next trainer but she just can’t bring herself to have enough confidence to actually do so. Maybe one day…

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#mod☕️ #pokemon x reader #nemona x reader #penny x reader #arven x reader #arven pokemon #penny pokemon #nemona pokemon

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Interesting

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.2K

SUMMARY | Bucky wasn't much of a talker before he met you, and he usually doesn't talk until you enter the room he's in. One day, Sam calls him out on his behavior, and he tells him that you're the only one who is actually worth listening to in the Compound.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Light swearing, 2 idiots in love who won’t see it until it’s pointed out to them.

A/N | If you want to send in a request for Bucky fics (either fluff/smut/angst), please don’t hesitate to drop them in my inbox! I’d love to see what you all think about when you think of Bucky! Thank you in advance 🖤

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Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You have been holed up in your room for the entire afternoon because you're trying to get your wardrobe sorted out. You've been wanting to do this for a while, and there was no better day than the rainy Sunday you have found yourself currently enjoying. You got some music playing on your tv filling the space with some Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and Panic! At The Disco to give you the boost of energy you need to see it through to the end. You're usually known to abandon things like this halfway, but you were sure today would be different, and now you're almost at the end. You promised Nat and Wanda that as soon as you were done they could search through it and pick out the clothes they want, the rest of it will go to Goodwill and be used for people who need them.

It took you only 15 more minutes before the pile on your bed was almost too big and threatening to topple over, but you stopped right on time. You knew Nat and Wanda would be in the living room so you walked over there. They were in conversation with Steve and Sam, Bucky was there too but he was just reading a book in a comfy chair in the corner. As soon as you walk into the living room Bucky looks up from his book and acknowledges you. ''Hi doll, it's good to see you again! We almost thought you had escaped or something,'' he said with a wink and you just laughed at his comment. ''No, just sorting my clothes is all! How's your book?'' you ask and he proceeds to tell you all about this book he's been reading.

You sit on the arm of the chair he's currently sitting in as the two of you have an entire conversation about the book, since it's one of the thrillers you've recommended to him and he's been hooked on it since the beginning. What the two of you failed to notice, however, is that the entire room had gone quiet, because they hadn't heard Bucky say a single word ever since they walked in and they asked if it was okay to join him. He just gave him a grunt in response, and they were completely flabbergasted at the fact that he could in fact talk. He just kept rambling on and on about his opinions, until Sam cleared his throat and both of you looked at him.

''Really? You're talking to her like you've not seen each other for weeks, but we can't even get a hello?!'' he says with a scowl as he looks at Bucky. ''I was just reading, it's no big deal. I was just invested is all,'' he says but everyone knows that wasn't exactly convincing. Steve is the only one who knows what's going on but he won't tell anyone, because Bucky told him about his feelings towards you in secret. Bucky never told anyone about Steve's feelings for Natasha either, so they knew they could 100% trust each other, even though this was making it slightly more obvious. ''Alright, you keep telling yourself that while I go make myself a cup of coffee,'' Sam says as he stands up, walking towards the kitchen.

This time you turned to Nat and Wanda, who were still looking at you and Bucky in disbelief. ''Did you two still want to go rummage through my clothes or-'' you say and before you can finish your sentence you are pulled away by the girls to your room, barely able to say goodbye to Bucky and Steve. ''See you guys!'' is all you get out before you're out of earshot. ''Could you please slow down? I'm not wearing shoes and the floor is slippery!'' you say and they finally do, but only when the three of you have reached your room.

''Spill it, now!'' Nat demands, but you have no clue what she's getting at. You look at her with a confused face, and then to Wanda in the hopes she would explain what's going on with Nat. ''W-what do you mean?'' you ask with hesitation clear in your voice. ''You and Bucky, what's going on between the two of you? He hasn't said a single word since we walked in, and right when you walk in he's talking like there's an endless stream of thoughts coming out of his mouth,'' she says and you blush. Is your crush on the super soldier that obvious? ''Nothing is going on, I swear! I didn't even know he didn't say anything to you, I assumed he was just busy with his book and happened to look up when I walked in...'' you say as a blush creeps up your cheeks and down your neck.

''I swear, nothing is going on! Now can the two of you just go through my clothes? That way I can still bring the rest to Goodwill before they close today,'' you tell them and they do, steering the conversation to your clothes as they try it on, and almost the entire pile is shared between the two girls. The rest of it goes into some trash bags and you're on your way to the parking garage when you're suddenly stopped by Bucky. ''Here, let me help you,'' he says and you gladly accept. When they're loaded into your car he offers to go with you and you happily agree. ''Shall we get some coffee before heading back to the Compound?'' he asks and you nod, that would be nice, especially with this rainy weather.

A few weeks have passed and there have been a few more incidents like the one when you walked into the living room, tonight would be no different. Tony invited everyone out to a bar to celebrate your last mission which happened to be a huge success, but you would be joining everyone later since you were having dinner with an old friend first. All the other Avengers were already at the bar, and Bucky was staring at the door as if it would run away if he didn't keep his gaze locked onto it constantly. ''You know she won't be coming in here any time soon, leave the door alone already,'' Sam sighs, but Bucky doesn't listen.

You decided to go for an edgy yet casual outfit today, perfect for the weather outside right now. Fall has finally arrived in New York and as much as you love the colder weather, it was also nice to be somewhere warm with all your colleagues and friends. You said your goodbyes to Ava as you walked into the bar, and she walked the rest of her way home. The little bell above the door went off and with it, Bucky's facial expression completely changed. ''You've got the be kidding me,'' Sam mumbled under his breath but Bucky didn't pay attention, all he had eyes for is you. ''Hi, guys! Sorry I'm late,'' you say as you sit down on the bar stool next to Bucky. Of course, he saved it for you so you could sit next to him.

''How was dinner with Ava?'' Bucky asked and you told everyone all about her, how the two of you met, some crazy antics the two of you have gotten into, and of course dinner tonight. She recently got engaged and she wanted to tell you in person, you couldn't be happier for her. Bucky had made sure to get your favorite drink in the meantime, and you were gladly sipping on it. ''So, did I miss anything while I was gone?'' you ask. ''This one-'' Sam put his hand on Bucky's shoulder when he said that, ''- was staring the door down as if it was going to fall off its hinges if he didn't,'' he says and you laugh loudly. Bucky would never get enough of hearing that laugh.

''Really? Did you miss me that much?'' you say and he immediately blushes, trying to hide behind his long hair. You let it go and the evening was filled with more drinks you and Bucky were constantly talking with each other, leaving the rest of the team to fend for themselves. ''Okay, this is getting out of hand. Buck, you're acting weird and I've had enough of it,'' Sam started, Bucky looking confused in his direction. ''What are-,'' ''You know damn well what I'm talking about. Whenever you're hanging out with us you barely talk, but whenever Y/N walks in you talk everyone's ear off! Just tell her you like her already so we don't have to keep doing this!'' he raised his voice and the red color Bucky was sporting before, has turned to a deep red at this point, and was creeping down his neck and chest.

''Sam, stop,'' he begs, but of course, Sam doesn't stop there. ''It's so obvious you two have feelings for each other, so why won't the two of you just admit it already? It's killing us for fuck sake!'' he yelled and that's when you had enough. ''Stop it! Just stop! I can't help it that Bucky and I get along great, that we have similar interests, and that he's fun to be around. But you don't have to attack him like this, he doesn't deserve that! Why can't you just be happy that he has made a friend? Someone who he feels comfortable with besides Steve? Is there something wrong with me that I can't be his friend or something?!'' you raise your voice this time and tears are burning in the corners of your eyes.

''That's not what I meant, Y/N. There's nothing wrong with you,'' Sam said but you had enough of this. ''Just leave me alone, I have had enough of this shit. I'm going home and I don't want to see any of you right now,'' you say and you get up, storming out of the bar and on your way to the Compound. ''You happy now, asshole?!'' Bucky snarls at Sam who does feel guilty for making you leave like that. ''And for the record, I only act like that around her because she's the only one who's worth listening to in the Compound,'' Bucky said before getting up and leaving too, going after you.

The bar was close to the Compound so you were there before Bucky was, and you had wrapped yourself in your comforter like a burrito so you could just be alone with your feelings. Bucky knocks softly on your bedroom door, hoping you're in there. ''Doll? Are you in there?'' he asks, but you don't answer. ''If you are, please open the door. I just want to talk to you,'' he says. ''Go away,'' you say, but of course, he doesn't. ''Doll, please, I want to explain something,'' he says and you unwrap yourself to open the door. ''Fine,'' you sigh as you go lay down in your bed, rolling yourself up in the same position as before. Bucky lets out a soft chuckle at the sight of a Y/N burrito.

''If you came here to laugh, you can leave again,'' you said sharply and he immediately stopped. ''No, I'm sorry. But I wanted to confess something, because Sam was right earlier, at the bar. I was staring at the door, wanting to see you walk in because you always manage to lift my mood without even trying,'' he starts, and you don't say anything and just listen to what he has to say. ''It's because I do indeed have feelings for you, I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember, and I enjoy being in your presence,'' he says and with that, you turn around, facing him. ''A-Are you in love with me?'' you ask, not sure what to think of it.

''I am, that's why I just feel so comfortable talking to you, because when you're around I know I can be myself, and those feelings are shining through every time I see you. Steve is the only one I told, but I guess Sam must've picked up on it somewhere,'' Bucky sighs, and you sit up. You sit next to Bucky on the edge of your bed, leaning your head onto his shoulder and enjoying his warmth right now. ''Would you believe me if I tell you I've been in love with you as well?'' you say softly, a small smile playing on your lips. ''Yeah, I would,'' he said, and he puts 2 fingers under your chin, guiding your face to his.

He plants a soft, loving kiss on your lips and the two of you don't move for a little while, even when your lips aren't touching anymore. ''I've been thinking about doing that for a long time,'' Bucky said and you laughed. ''Me too,'' you say before placing another kiss on his lips this time. ''Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me, doll?'' Bucky asks and your face almost splits open into a wide grin as you nod. ''Nothing would make me happier than that, Bucky!'' you say as you wrap your arms around each other, laying down on the bed together in a tangle of limbs as you cuddle for a while. The comfortable silence makes way for a deep slumber, as both of you fall asleep listening to the sound of each other's heartbeats.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff

[astayinwonderland]

Silk and Fire - Chapter 1

Read more about the series and find updates here (;

pairing: namjoon x f.reader x jungkook

guest starring: jin, yoongi, hoseok

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

summary: it's your best friend's engagement party and you agree to meet everyone at the venue. however, you end up running late and in danger. fortunately, someone's there to offer a helping hand... or hands.

status: ongoing

warnings: mentions of anxiety

wc: 1.7k words

a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

do not copy or translate

“Babe, you’ll look amazing no matter what you wear,” Namjoon puts his book down to look at you. “I love that dress on you,” he smiles, dimples showing. 

“You’ve said the same thing about the last six outfits I’ve tried on,” you laugh. 

“I am just being honest”. 

Namjoon leaves his comfy reading chair and walks over to your figure. You stand in front of the mirror and stand on your tippy toes mimicking how you would look in heels. Strong arms hug you from behind, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. Namjoon has been quite busy with work lately and in moments like this he wishes he could whisk you away and take you somewhere secluded, nice, romantic, where only the two of you existed. But alas, this wasn’t that day. 

In a couple of hours, you two would be at your best friend’s engagement party, who would have thought she would be the marrying kind after all? Everyone would be there, including the one friend you have never met in person. You are quite excited to meet him finally, he has been travelling around the world for the past year, and in your eight months of dating Namjoon, all the group of friends can talk about is how much they miss their group of 7. 

“You smell so good, you always do,” Namjoon whispers and plants a kiss on your soft skin. 

You run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to make time go still, but your eyes catch the clock by your nightstand and you jump. 

“Fuck, Joon! Look at the time. I have to go to the salon, the dry cleaners, go get my shoes…” 

Namjoon laughs at the way you rush around your shared house, he asked you to move in while you celebrated your 7th month together. The question came abruptly out of his mouth, but it felt right. He knew you were very special from the moment he laid eyes on you. Your looks are breathtaking for sure, but Namjoon felt an intense attraction to you because of your energy and intellect. You are sharp and smart, in a very different way than he is, and that makes him head over heels for you. 

“Alright, alright… Sure you don’t want me to pick you up and get there together?” 

“The salon is right across the venue, I’ll walk there once I’m done. Don’t worry, love,” you smile at him. 

You should have listened to your boyfriend. You should have. Honestly, at least if he were here, you would not feel this stress. It is 7:30 p.m., and you should already be at the venue calming your best friend’s nerves. You are the maid of honour after all. But things went south from the moment the dry cleaners didn’t have your dress ready and you were far behind with your hair. 

“Please just do whatever… the easiest thing. Anything! I really need to go,” you beg at the stylist, and even though she does try, your anxiety isn’t going anywhere. 

By the time you finish, it’s 8:02 p.m. Your bestie sends you text after text. 

Where the fuck are you? 

Are you close? 

Hello!???? 

I’m freaking out please, are you ok? 

You feel too guilty and anxious to give a full explanation so you just text her one sentence. 

I’ll be there in 5. 

You quickly make your way out of the salon and cross the street. The night is a bit cold and windy, your cheeks hurt a little from the cool air brushing against your face. You run in your heels praying you don’t twist your ankle. As you try to look for your lipstick in your clutch, you find yourself already a few steps away from the hotel door. The revolving door activates as you step in but it stops, leaving a small space open between the glass and the entrance. 

“Fuck!” you bang on the door to try and move it, but nothing happens. 

A muffled voice comes from the outside. You turn around to find a cheeky smile, lip piercing, and big doe eyes looking right into yours. 

“What?” your voice is louder than usual since you can’t hear him properly. 

His face now comes closer to the reduced space between the glass and the entrance. 

“You need to step back.” 

You try to move but it seems pointless and your anxiety peaks when it dawns on you that you may be trapped here for a long time. Your breath is heavy and your palms start to sweat. Hell, your vision is blurry. The man watches you lose it in a matter of seconds, and he would be damned if he didn’t do something about it. Somehow, his large frame squeezed through the little space left, catching you before you fell to your knees. 

“Darling, if you are going to get on your knees for me it better not be like this.” 

You try to focus your eyes on the man that helps you stand. Your face leaning against his crisp white shirt, makeup transferring a little bit onto it. 

“Are you okay?” 

And now you get a closer look. His long dark hair falls graciously on his forehead and temples, the rest of it framing his beautiful face. It is a mystery how he squeezed in with those broad shoulders and big arms. Those same arms holding you in place. 

“Breathe,” he gives you a warm smile.

So you breathe and try to pull yourself together, but his hands reach your waist and pull you against him. A gasp leaves your lips. 

“See?” he points at a tiny red dot near the door. “That’s a sensor, if you stand up too close you might get stuck. You just need to move a little bit–” and he pulls you even closer to him, his hips slightly gracing your body. “--back,” and that does the trick. 

Finally the door moves. Just as hotel employees are coming to your rescue. 

“It’s okay, I'm fine!” you yell running to the elevator. 

The man calmly walks after you and watches you desperately run. 

“Thank you!” you yell. 

Elegance. Poise. Charm. Love. 

You find yourself in a small but beautiful space where ivory and gold decorate the room and the chandeliers shimmered light delicately down to the guests. You spot your best friend and her fiancé across the room. Luckily your little meltdown didn’t completely ruin your hair, so you make your way in saying your polite ‘hellos’ and hoping she doesn’t kill you for being this late. 

“You look beautiful,” you hug her. 

“What the fuck happened?” you can see worry in her eyes. 

“The question is, what didn’t happen? Everything went wrong today, I’ll tell you later.” 

“She was about to call the police and put together a search party in order to find you.” 

You look at the man who your best friend decided to marry. Min Yoongi is no ordinary man. He is respectable, admirable, handsome, and the most important thing, he is husband material and perfect for Camille. He loves her dearly, erasing past traumas and filling her with acceptance and reassurance. You couldn’t be happier for them. 

“I was not going to call the police, Yoongi,” she rolls her eyes. 

“Yes she was,” he gives her the fondest of smiles and kisses her temple. His PDA is rare, but when it happens it is from the heart and that makes you long for the perfect man for you. 

“Where is he?” you say scanning the room, and then your eyes meet his. “Please excuse me for a minute…” 

Namjoon smiles as he sees you. Black shirt neatly tucked into his gray pants. His black hair parted to the side. He makes his way to you and you to him, meeting him in a tight embrace that seems to cure all your anxiety. 

“I’m glad you’re finally here,” he gives you a peck on the lips. “Missed you,” 

“And I missed you too!” even though you don’t see him you know it’s Hoseok behind you. You give him a tight hug. To be honest you missed hanging with Namjoon’s friends as well. They bring a certain spark to all gatherings that is hard to match. 

Namjoon gives you a quizzical look. 

“The dry cleaners didn’t have the dress ready on time, then my hair appointment was delayed an hour and a half, and on top of everything I got stuck in the stupid revolving doors,” 

“No way…” and the most boisterous laugh you’ve ever heard in your life comes from one of the most handsome faces you’ve seen in your life. 

“It did happen, Jin,” 

“If it was going to happen to someone it had to happen to you,” he sweetly kissed both of your cheeks. 

“Have you seen Jungkook yet?” Hoseok asks, elegantly holding a champagne flute. 

“Oh is he here yet?” you ask intrigued, excited even. 

“You know he likes a big entrance,” Jin adds. 

Namjoon then offers to get you a drink which you accept. You stay with Jin and Hoseok making casual conversation, but you spot your saviour in the small crowd. What is ‘revolving door guy’ doing here? You excuse yourself and make your way to him, saying hello to Camille’s family as you cross the room. His doe eyes open wide and his lips curve in a smile. 

“You are here,” he says. 

“Yes. Why are you here? Are you following me or something?” you whisper, confused. 

“Maybe I am,” he smirks and takes a sip of his neat whiskey. 

“I’m okay, no need to check on me,” you do your best to smile and reassure him you are doing just fine.  “Thank you, again.” 

“Okay… I won’t check on you, but I will check you out,” and there’s that cheeky smile again.

Shock. 

“Excuse me?” 

“There you are!” Namjoon hands you a glass of white wine and puts his hand around your waist. “Ah! I see you finally met each other.” 

Your eyes go from your man to ‘revolving door guy’ and back to your man. 

“Babe, this is Jeon Jungkook.”

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop series #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts scenarios #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #jungkook smut #namjoon smut #namjoon imagine #namjoon scenarios #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #jungkook x reader #bts imagines #bts series #astayinwonderland

[bloodycherry22]

Adoration | Ellie Williams

Genre: Sub!Ellie, smut

Summary: Ellie likes- no, adores you, she sees you easily killing enemies as if it is a usual mundane task and can’t help but feel attracted to you, little did she know, you quite like her too. She’s on a your patrol route, and finds herself needing you, you sure as hell don’t mind.

Warnings: Violence (against hunters) smut, a lot of making out, the knee thing, fingering, over-stimulation, Ellie receiving, cussing..um gayness? i dunno read at your own risk lmao.

Not proofread, 3k+ words.

Ellie couldn't take her eyes off you, travelling over your form as you skillfully swung the weapon laced tightly in your fingers. She seriously couldn't fathom how you held yourself with so much confidence, the way that you easily swung swords and launched arrows with not a shine of fear in your eyes. It motivated her, impressed her. She stood beside you, quietly sharpening her dagger, a small smile upon her face.

The rock she was sat on sure wasn't comfy but it would do, you had both only planned to take a small break to collect yourselves, having been patrolling for about an hour. The beginning of the route, she had seen countless times yet you were about to enter unknown territory for her, a route usually Joel took, or you. She had never been on patrol with you but with Jesse and Dina going together, as they were finally dating..again., you offered to take her.

She had instantly accepted, rarely getting the opportunity to have a one on one chat with you as most hangouts included mutual friends. But boy, she had always wanted too, she didn't know that you had just been waiting for the right opportunity to ask her, just as desperate to hang out with her as she was with you. She looked down at her dagger and decided that she was finished with her task, throwing the thin rock to the ground, making a quiet thud, as she stuffed the dagger into it's selected place.

Your gaze landed on her at the sudden noise, checking to see what its was before puffing a small chuckle out, she quietly laughed in response. "Sorry" She apologized and nodded at the rock.

You shook your head, lips curling into a smile "It's no worries" You nodded at the pathway ahead, beginning to carefully walk downhill, she followed, the sound of her light footsteps reassuring you of her presence. "So, how come Jesse and Dina are out together, i thought they-"

"Broke up? Yeah, happens all the time, they always end up back together" She said comically and you laughed a little, nodding "I see, didn't know they got over it so fast, they only broke up like last week"

"Yeah, romance just falls at their feet, weird huh?" She asked, before near slipping, arms spreading out in attempt to steady herself however you were quick to place your hand on her shoulder, basically catching her. Her hand was quick to land on yours as she fixed her balance, a light shade of pink dusting her cheeks. "Very" You teased, smiling, face hinting at mischief as you ushered her to stand in front of you. "It's only downhill for a little longer, then it's basically flatland, minus quite a few lakes, it's why the horses aren't really meant to come this way." You stated, placing your hand on her lower back to keep her steady as you both began to trudge through the light layer of mud decorating the hill.

She nodded "Yeah, i think shimmer wouldn't even consider this trail, if anything she'd snort and storm off" She joked, causing some light laughter. When you had finally reached the bottom of the hill, you jumped ahead of her to reach out a hand for her, there being a steep jump down, no higher than 4ft.

Her eyes widened as she watched you mindlessly jump down, an impressed laugh slipping out of her as she shook her head and took your hand, she feeling of her soft yet calloused hand gripping yours making your skin prick with invasive goosebumps that you're sure she noticed, because you sure as hell noticed the way her facial expression changed. A small smile spread across her freckled, slightly red cheeks, eyes not daring to meet yours. You helped her down and looked around, sadly dropping her hand, though she didn't complain.

The setting was different to all the other patrols, being more of a mountain side area, the view being mostly hills and mountains further away, still quite high up, but a clear bit of flat land surrounding you, both of your figures encased by the forest, a wide man-made path showing through the trees. Your eyes flickered around the trees, making sure there were no straggling runners or infected from your last patrol and to your surprise, there was none.

"Hey, Ells, be on edge, kay?" You stated, the nickname rolling off your tongue with ease, although her chest fluttered and face froze at it, heat bundling in her, she couldn't help the excitement. Yet she regained focus and held her dagger tightly, staying close behind you. "It is unusually quiet" She mumbled and you nodded, scoping out the area, when she turned to look around, she suddenly felt a grip on her arm, pulling her back, just as she was about to say something, a hand covered her mouth.

She was prepared to attack until a soft hand held the one holding her dagger, and suddenly she inhaled the scent she knew to be yours. Turning to look at you, confusion plastered all over her flustered face, you removed your hand from her mouth and held it to your own, signalling to shush.

As she caught on, she looked around, you had pulled her into the deeper side of the forest, everywhere drowned in shades of green, hard to actually see into, although you knew hiding spots. You would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the way it felt to have her in your arms, even if it was just for a second, how close she was, how you could smell the strong woodiness and musk yet somehow feminine scent coming from her, making it hard to focus, the reason behind why it took you so long to prevent her from stabbing you.

Soon, you heard some deep gruff voices, the reason you had pulled Ellie away, she looked at you dumbfounded "You noticed them?" She whispered and with a proud smirk, you nodded, peeking around, landing on the group of three men, presumably hunters or just travelling men, either way, they were covered in blood splatters and all looked like the usual, bigot, generally disrespectful man.

They were talking about some girl, something they had done, something not worthy to have on their conscience, you and Ellie shared a look of agreement before you carefully loaded your bow as their voices grew closer. You watched, carefully aiming s they aggressively talked to one another, walking single file , bacls now facing you, so you took the chance. Firing an arrow directly at the last mans head, watching as he silently dropped to the ground, you nodded at Ellie for her to go around.

"Kyle? Shit! Kyle's dead!" One of the men yelled, however you were already heading towards them, an arrow flying straight through the yelling mans head as you mumbled a string of degrading curse words towards him before making eye contact with the now fearful man. He held up his hatchet and swung it around as if to warn you but you just raised an eyebrow, putting your bow away behind your back with care, ignoring his remarks, he seemed utterly confused. That was until Ellie grabbed him from behind and slit his throat, dodging the blood as best as she could.

You looked around before sighing in relief, looking into Ellie's deep eyes, she chuckled lightly as you did the same. "They were really dumb" You said, astonished. She laughed and nodded "I'm glad you see that too" She said, beginning to walk beside you, she noticed the way you looked around, now checking your surroundings with more depth. "It's kind of getting dark" Ellie stated, looking around at the sunset.

"Fuck, i forgot, we came out later, I didn't even consider the shorter days" You groaned and paused, looking back at the direction you came from. "I don't think climbing up that slope in the dark is a good idea" You suggested and Ellie nodded, seeming to not like the idea one bit. "So, what do we do?" Ellie asked, sincerely, making eye contact with you, it was clear that she was gaining more confidence around you and you took notice of it, shining her a smile and saying "Don't panic, I know there's a few buildings just outside of the woods." You confirmed and she nodded.

So, you both walked, with more care, towards the exit of the woods, shoulders bumping with almost every step, bodies just brushing against each other, Ellie looking around to avoid making eye contact, too flustered by the gentle touches but you weren't embarrassed, not hiding the glances you took at her, admiring the way her hair fell over her face that now seemed to permanently have a blush painting her cheeks, the way her hand rested over the dagger tucked away, tattoo just showing through her sleeve.

You brushed some leaves away and held them up for her as she stepped out of the forestry, sending you a thankful smile. She then stopped and looked around, you nodded at a small patch of forestry a few meters up and she raised a brow. Despite her clear confusion, she walked towards the trees and bushes, glancing back at you every few steps, you just laughing a little and nodding forward.

Once you reached it, you stepped in front of her and pushed some fallen branches to the side, revealing a trapdoor. "Found this a few weeks ago, and I've never had to stay in it overnight, but there's countless times I've just came here for some peace and quiet." You informed and she seemed shocked, looking around, no one would even have guessed there to be a bunker, but you did.

She watched as you opened it up and held it open for her, she smiled once again before climbing in, staying near the entrance and waiting for you. She had second guessed how close she had stood to the entrance as she suddenly felt your breath against the back of her neck, your hands clenching into tight fists a to not land on her waist, feeling a sense of tension in the air. You broke the heat of the moment by flicking the light on "Solar power" You muttered, hand gently nudging her forward. It wasn't huge, but it held a bed, a couch, a mini fridge and a table. It was ever so slightly cluttered and there was a small pile of novels and comics you had clearly left.

Ellie moved around to explore as you locked the trapdoor, not wanting any trouble. "Who do you think owned this?" She asked, hand brushing over the couch, then table before turning to you.

"Pff, god knows..not many people, couldn't have been more than one or two of them living here" You shrugged "But I assure you, they aren't here anymore" You joked, chuckling lightly and she, again, smiled in response. Her hand fumbled with some of the comics, flicking through the pile as you dropped your belongings and flopped onto the old couch.

She grabbed one of the comics and sat beside you, knees touching as the couch was only small, you tipped your head back against the soft cushion and kept your eyes on her, your arm spreading over the back of the couch, just millimeters away from being around her. She didn't seem to mind and started flicking through the pages, you watched, a small hmm leaving your mouth. "What?" she asked, not looking away from the graphic novel in her hands, you just shook your head, even though she couldn't see, pulling a leaf out of her hair with a cheeky smile. She lifted her gaze to the leaf before looking at you with a n impressed face, laughing a little. "Heavy forestry" She stated and you nodded, gaze flickering over her face, noticing a little blood.

"Blood" You commented, lifting your over hand to gently swipe your thumb over her cheek, wiping away the blood as you leaned closer to examine it. "It's not mine" She reassured and you nodded, noticing no injury, but not straying from your position, admiring the closeness between your figures.

You noticed the way her eyes moved up and down, looking at your eyes and lips frequently. You smirked at her lingering gaze on your lips, out of habit licking them, she seemed to shudder and looked back up at your eyes, it suddenly felt as if she was closer. But you weren't complaining at all. With another hum, you closed the gap, hand on the side of her face as your fingertips just gently dug into her hair, lips pressing softly against hers.

She was shocked to say the least, having completely doubted the idea you liked her back, but when she came to her senses she kissed back desperately as if the world depended on it. Your other hand pulled the comic book out of her grip and gently dropped it to the ground, smirking into the kiss as her hands snaked around your neck. You tilted your head to the side to deepen the kiss, feeling her fingers tangle into your hair.

Suddenly she pulled back, staying close, both of you breathing heavily, chuckling lightly. "I've wanted to do that for so long" You confessed and she nodded bashfully "I've wanted you to do that, for so long" She explained, in between breaths.

Both of you looked at each other in a comfortable silence, before you removed your hand from her face and let it fall to her waist, turning her body to face you. She watched as you kneel between her legs that now lay comfortably on the couch pillows, her back against the side of the couch. With a content smile, you leaned in to kiss her again, letting your lips part with hers into an open mouth kiss, tongues meeting in a desperate ecstasy, fighting for dominance.

You experimentally lifted your knee to her heat, feeling the way her body jolted at the sensation and a quiet whimper filled the kiss. You shivered at the sound, feeling your head spin at her reaction.

With a quiet sigh, you felt the way she gently began rocking against your knee, high pitched sounds being muffled by the kiss. Lips moving perfectly against your own somehow, despite her pleasure. Even though you didn't want to, you pulled away from the kiss, noticing her lips were now a darker shade of red from your affection. Her eyes were glassed over, looking at you as her mouth stayed open, she watched the way you dipped into the crook of her neck, leaving gentle kisses on the skin you could clearly see, nibbling gently in an attempt to leave light marks on her collarbone.

You began to tense your thigh, noticing the way she let out a choked moan, hands gripping the material of your shirt. You smirked, trailing kisses up to her jaw, pausing by her ear to whisper "C'mon baby, cum for me" You teased, feeling the way her thighs attempted to close around you, the noises growing louder and hips sputtering, all signalling her orgasm. Her grip on your shirt loosened as she fell back against the couch, panting.

With a proud smirk, you sat up to kiss her, only for a few seconds before looking into her eyes. "Fuck" She mumbled and you laughed lightly, her eyes stayed on you, one of her hands reaching to brush some hair out of your face. "Why haven't we done this sooner?" She asked and you shrugged comically, letting your fingers dance down to her hips, hooking under the material of her jeans, feeling the goosebumps on her skin.

Slowly, you unbuckled the buttons and gave her a look of questioning, as if asking if it was okay. "Yes- please" She nodded, responding in less than a second, voice needy and breathy. You pursed your lips in anticipation and tugged down her jeans along with her underwear, leaving them just below her knees, not wanting to deal with the effort.

She lifted her head to kiss your collarbone, as if giving you something in return, but her gentle touching faltered a the feeling of your fingertip gently circling her clit, a gasp emitting from her, breath hot against your skin. You snickered a little, letting your other hand gently rub at the skin of her thigh, her kissing resuming, one of her hands playing with your hair, careful not to mess it up. Your finger moved, teasing her for just a moment, staying still before pushing it into her, thumb landing on her clit, a surprised mewl escaping her mouth, muffling into your neck. Her kisses made your eyes flutter shut as you began to thrust your finger back and forth slowly, curling it with every movement. Her kisses grew faultier, mouth open, her whimpers ringing in your ear pleasantly, encouraging you.

You carefully began to speed up your movements, feeling the way her cunt tightened and the way she began to moan, her hand gently tugging at your hair. Your thumb began to circle her clit at a fast pace, applying pressure. Her free hand landed on your wrist as her head fell back against the couch, eyes looking into yours as she shook her head. " 's too much, y/n" She whined, breath hitching as you kept going, relishing on the way she gripped your wrist and the way her eyes closed, panting.

"You can take it, know you can" You teased, voice having a sense of fake comfort to it, loving the way her back arched and hips began to buck against your hand. A loud moan came from her, biting down on her lip to quieten herself as she came undone onto your hand, her release coating your hand.

You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her jaw as you slowly removed your hand, taking her own into yours and interlacing your fingers with hers. She breathed heavily, eyes screwed shut as she tried to regain full consciousness. "Holy shit.." She breathed out "y-your turn" She mumbled, eyes fluttering open.

A/n: I'm so sorry if this is bad, i just wrote continuously for hours and then boom, a fic. I hope it's okay to the original requester, part two anyone?

#ellie tlou2 #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #the last of us #tlou part 2 #tlou x reader #tlou smut #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction

[karter-xoxoxoxox333]

TWST CHARACTERS REACTING TO LIGMA JOKES!!

POMEFIORE

CW: French, light cursing, pencil as w3apon 😨😨

Epel:

Epel had finally escaped Vil and came to ramshackle for freedom. Knowing in the state it was in currently, Vil would most likely steer clear of entering. He sat with you on the crusty and oddly crunchy ramshackle couch, finally free from the “torture” that was etiquette lessons.

“No no prefect you don’t get it . Do you know how hard it is to be all prim and proper in pomefiore??” He groaned,” all the ‘elbows off the table Epel’ and ‘Epel that’s not the salad fork that’s the fish fork’ What even is a fish fork??? Why do you need more than one fork one fork works just fine!!”

…

..

…

You looked at epel with the most dead serious expression you could muster ,

“Do you know how hard it is to live with ligma Epel? You don’t understand MY pain. So stop complaining 🤧🤧”

“…What’s ligma..?”

You couldn’t break character now, you were too far in..

“Ligma balls”

…

…..

…

As Epel’s expression melted from confusion to disgust to you couldn’t help but start giggling.

“Prefect. what the fuxk”

ROOK:

Today sucked. Legitimately. So you lie your head down, prepared to fall into a lovely sleep. And suddenly you feel a pair of eyes on you.

That’s not cool.

But out of fear you decide not to move, then you hear quiet footsteps coming from behind you.

You have a pencil in hand , and your grip on it tightens.

They get closer and closer and you can almost hear their heartbeat they’re so close. Then you strike..?

Someone grabbed the pencil out of your hand before you could get a good stab in.

“Ah Trickster…tu as blessé mes sentiments!! How could you ever intend to wound a poor hunter such as me?”

You sigh as loud as possible, just to really rub in your annoyance. “Rook you scared the shit out of me. I can’t stand guys with ligma.”

Rook stares at you for a few seconds, and you can’t really tell what he’s thinking until he says,” What might ligma be?”

“Ligma balls”

You , burst out in giggles. Rook however, only lightly chuckles.

“My trickster your humor is as melodic as the sweet singing of a bird,” he pulls out a creepily perfect rose from out of thin air,” Would you care to join me in seeing the film Bofa?”

“Bofa?? What???”

“Both of these nuts in your mouth.”

Your face only expresses pure shock.

He takes a picture.

VIL:

(Odd choice.)

Vil told you to come over so he could do your makeup for some publicity event NRC was doing . So obviously you showed up because let’s be real , you didn’t have a choice.

“Thank you for being punctual prefect.”

“Yeah yeah.. So what do you need me to do?”

He stares at you for a second like you asked the dumbest question he’s ever heard. “I need you to sit.”

You walk over to the vanity seat and sit down (it’s very comfy 😼😼) ,” Dang dang I’m sorry I’m sorry I had too much up dog this morning for breakfast.”

“Potato. Don’t consider me so stupid as to fall for your silly ploys.”

Then he starts doing your makeup, “Vil do you know why I need to go to this event in the first place?? It feels kind of ligma to me.” You ask.

“Potato, the headmaster invited you. So you must go,” he pulls your hair out of your face a bit rougher than needed,”- now quit asking questions and be still you’ll crease the foundation.”

…..

When he finishes you look like you eat 3 healthy meals and day and have your life together, like the embodiment of perfection ,” Thanks vil !! I look so pretty-“ you lift your hand up to touch your face.

..

He smacks it away. “Yes yes I know. Now if you had used the skincare I gave you, you wouldn’t need makeup to look as stunning as you do now.” He grabs for a hair curler.

You never got to make your joke.

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #pomefiore #twst shitpost #twst vil #twst headcanons #twst yuu #twst rook #twst epel #rook hunt #rook headcanons #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #vil x y/n #vil x reader #epel x reader #rook x yuu #rook x reader #twst crack #twst pomefiore

[borathae]

“Tedious business dinners and dull conversations leave you feeling bored. Good thing you have your husband by your side, who just so happens to be way too weak for your touches. Soon you and Jungkook find yourselves in a game of perseverance, secrecy and temptation.”

~ Requested by @seagulljk​​ ~

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, BDSM

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, dom!Reader, mommy kink, My Queen as a title, she calls him toy for this roleplay, public fumbling, secret groping of his dick & butt, thigh grinding, almost sex in the bathroom, exhibitionism kink, getting walked in on, very needy Koo who tries to be professional, she gets him so needy, slight choking, breath play if you squint, finally a playroom scene, they are both in attire, lingerie & high heels for her, leather body harness for him, latex gloves, kneeling, shoe kissing, a riding crop is involved, slight examination play, handjobs, cockring with attached anal beads, use of a spreader bar, bondage to the bed, he has his legs in the air, use of a prostate vibrator, edging & orgasm denial, oral (f. & m.receiving), face sitting, 69ning, spit kink, lotsa praising, she calls him slut in a loving way, koo has a voice kink, dirty talk, nipple play, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), forced orgasms, squirting, tears of pleasure, Jungkook is deep in subspace omg, the softest aftercare

Wordcount: 13.9k

a/n: Happy birthday my love!! Gosh, I really do hope that you have an awesome day and that this lil story is a worthy enough present! As you can see by the long list of warnings & wordcount I kinda escalated 🥴 love you lots and lots! ❤

Tonight's dinner was a Plus One situation. Jungkook was the recipient of the invitation and you were his lovely date. It was quite the boring dinner, so you soon had to realise when you found yourself in a rooftop restaurant with twelve high-ranking businessmen and their twenty years younger Plus Ones. Now, now you are being unfair here, there were also the two or three businessmen of your age group, but the average age said something else. 

They had one thing in common however, they all possessed knowledge about topics you were thoroughly not interested in and had too much time to discuss said topics.

It was the fifth course. Lobster in a perfectly balanced sauce. The food was delicious, conversation was still boring. 

You know that Jungkook was bored too, but that he acted interested.

"You don’t say?" he gasps, "I would have never even thought of that." 

One of his younger associates (and the official host of tonight's dinner) just told him about a method of increasing one's stocks tenfold. Or something along that line, you honestly aren’t paying attention. They could very well be talking about yellow cows and you would take in just as little. 

You huff out air secretly. You just want to go home and change into comfy clothes and then chill on the couch with a stupid horror movie on. 

Jungkook laughs. Two other men follow and their dates give a little polite chuckle before returning to their task of looking at their phones. They seem just as bored as you are.

You hate this. Not only because it is boring as fuck, but also because you know exactly how you and your fellow women are seen tonight. Trophy wives. That’s what you are to most of those men. Just a pretty piece of meat to show off that their wrinkly dicks could still get some. You know men like them. Old fuckers with their rancid dicks who get something out of fucking women who could be their daughter. You've had to suck too many of those guys' dicks in your past that you have developed a certain distaste for them these days. You know how they think. They don’t see women as people, but as nice tits, a wet pussy and a good ass. Also some easy way to manipulate young minds. 

And tonight you are exactly that. A pretty piece of meat. 

Now, you must mention that you are aware that Jungkook does not see you as such, but that he is genuinely happy to have you with him. You are also pretty sure that Mister Yung sees his lady as such as well, given how you are still plagued by the memory of you having to run in on them heavily groping each other in the bathroom between the second and third course. They currently act as if nothing ever happened, but avoid your eye contact at all times. You also have a gist that the connection between Mister Yashima and his wife Yoko is very real. They have been secretly holding hands under the table for most of the night, thinking nobody would notice. But you did. You notice when people try to be sneaky. 

Just like rancid old Mister Choi right now as he is trying to slip his hand under his lady's dress. Oh here she comes. And fought off successfully. You stifle a laugh, flitting your eyes back to your food. 

The next course has been served. Vegetables. They look delicious. Taste delicious too. 

Jungkook turns to you now that the conversation is finished. He lets his eyes run over your features until you sneak a glance his way. He smiles sweetly and leans closer. 

"Do you like the food?" he asks you. 

"Yeah, it’s so good", you say with your mouth stuffed. 

"Here", Jungkook places a few of his vegetables on your plate, "you can have some of mine." 

"But that’s your food." 

"It's alright, I don’t really like asparagus."

"Really?" 

He nods his head.

"Thanks babe, you’re the best." 

He grins cutely and turns away again as someone else started a conversation with him and your terribly long evening continues. 

You have reached your first dessert by now. Something with cognac cream. You are eating both servings because Jungkook didn’t want to risk it. You don’t mind, you promised that in return Jungkook could have your second dessert as this promises to include hazelnuts, which you don’t enjoy.  

Jungkook is talking again, saying words you know are important but are so terribly boring for you. Especially now when you finished your cognac creams and have nothing to do. 

Your legs touch. It feels electric, forcing your eyes to flit down. You know from just a look that it was an involuntary touch. Jungkook is opening and closing his legs in a mindless wiggle. Something he does when he is either lost in conversation or lost in his own little world. And it’s fascinating to you tonight. Truly, you are already so deprived of entertainment that you find it in Jungkook's little habit. 

Your legs touch again, Jungkook is currently listening to what his conversation partner has to say. 

His legs close again and…open. Another touch. 

Close. 

Open. 

Close. 

Open and touch. 

You reach out, placing your hand on his inner thigh so close to his dick that you can feel it brush against you. 

"Ah", Jungkook lets out loudly.

"Uhm…", his conversation partner falters, "sorry?" 

Jungkook panics. He can feel the touch. He can feel that you are massaging his thigh. He also knows he just made a sound.

"I just meant uhm ah as, as in like ah I see", he stutters, placing his hand over yours to at least tug it away from his cock. 

You let him, only to end up right where you started off a second later.

Jungkook tries not to show it, still nodding his head to whatever the dude has to say. His hand grabs yours again, tugs you away and squeezes it to keep it still. 

He just began to say his answer when your hand lands on its starting place again. He is trying so hard not to begin stuttering, almost failing when for just a second you cupped his dick with your entire hand. 

This is so much fun. Jungkook is talking with a slight lisp all of a sudden. This is a tell-tale sign that he is pretending to be something that he is currently not. In his case a well-reserved CEO, who does not have his super hot wife palm his dick under the table. 

His fingers grasp you, tug you away again. They feel a little sweaty all of a sudden. 

Thankfully the dessert saves him and his conversation partner turns away for now to eat his mousse. 

Jungkook turns to you quickly, staring at you with big eyes and pink cheeks. His state almost makes you chuckle. Cute.

"What are you doing?" he asks you in a panicky whisper. 

"Nothing. What do you mean?" you ask innocently but with a smirk. 

"You, you know what I mean." 

"Mhhm no, I don’t think I do.

"You are touching my", Jungkook stops himself to lower his voice in fear of people hearing him, "my dick." 

"Ah that. Yeah, just wanted to make sure it’s still there." 

"Well, it is. Now, now please don’t do this." 

"No? Okay." 

"Thank you."

Conversation soon returns to normal. You will still do it. Jungkook said no touching of his dick, but never said anything about his ass. 

His sitting position is perfect for it. He is sitting on the edge of the seat - thinking that this will prevent you from reaching for his dick - but in the process he reveals his butt in all its glory to your eyes. 

You touch his back and begin tracing his spine. Jungkook stays confident in his speech because he thinks that you are merely giving him a little caress. It is, after all, not an unusual place for you to touch in public. 

Your hand wanders down further. Jungkook tenses and shifts his hips on the chair.  

"Can, can you say that again?" he stutters, tensing even more when your hand finally lands on his butt and squeezes it roughly. 

He shoots up and scoots back quickly. It earns him an eyebrow raise from his associate. 

"Yes, that’s really interesting", he presses out, trying to minimise your movements by squeezing your hand between the chair and his butt. It does help and so you have to stick to other methods. 

Such as dropping your napkin right between his legs. 

"Oh, oops", you murmur, "don’t mind me sweets, I'll just quickly get my napkin", you tell him nonchalantly, bending down to reach right between his legs. 

Jungkook shifts and squirms, releasing your hand like this. His eyes flit down repeatedly, you hear him begin talking in a lisp again and as you move closer to his cock in your "search" you hear his voice actually rise in pitch. 

You find the napkin and lift yourself again, doing so by dancing your hands up his legs all the way from his calves to his thighs. 

"Sorry, clumsy me dropped her napkin", you tell Jungkook's conversation partner with a friendly smile. You lift the napkin in the air, all while keeping your left hand resting on his dick. You are fumbling with the zipper, making him believe you are actually going to open it. 

"But I found it again", you say. 

The man lets out an amused chuckle, "I'm glad you did, Miss", he says and looks back at a blushing Jungkook, "you have a really sweet wife, Mister Jeon", he says and looks at your face again. 

You are smiling oh so innocently sweet, all while your hand is literally giving your husband a semi-hard under the table.  

"Yeah, uhm, uh she is so god." 

Just this moment your hand slipped inside his slacks, now fighting with his briefs.

"God?" The man asks, confused. 

"G-god damn pretty, ahah" Jungkook explains, laughing nervously all while trying his hardest to tug your hand away again. Which leaves him with you grabbing his cock for support and giving him an even harder time to concentrate. 

"Ah yes, she is. A real beauty", the man says and right now you don’t even mind his eyes gawking at your tits because you have Jungkook literally twitching in your fingers and that is all that matters. 

"Yeah, yeah she i-is." 

"Mhm", the man shifts his eyes back to Jungkook, "now where were we? Ah yes, Vienna. I heard that the market is quite promising for extending these days." 

You zone out on the conversation again, acting as if you are listening while all you concentrate on is making Jungkook completely hard. He is still resisting for now, but you'll get him there. 

Jungkook tugs on your hand again. He tugs and tugs and tugs. You let him be successful in the end. For just a moment and just long enough for him to close his zipper hastily. He is so adorable. His cheeks are so red. Oh truly he is so adorable. You just have to touch him again.

"Ee-yeah", Jungkook saves himself at the last moment, turning his squeak into a very weird way of agreeing. He nods his head vigorously, almost breaking your hand from how tightly he holds it. 

Not that you need to keep it on his crotch by now. No, the way Jungkook tugged his cock into his slacks makes his ever growing erection fill up his right pant leg. Perfect for your fingers to reach. You caress his cockhead through his slacks, watching in delight as Jungkook arches his back slightly and covers up him wanting to throw his back by making a very awkward movement with his torso. 

"Yeah", he squeaks out, reaching for his glass of water to drink it hastily.

"Are you feeling alright, Mister Jeon?" 

"Mhm yeah, just really dr-ah-y throat", he stutters. 

He is so much fun. You almost have to chuckle, but don’t. Instead you lean closer to him. 

"I'm going to the bathroom for a moment", you say and giggle, "I always drink way too much water." 

Jungkook's head snaps around so he can gawk at you in shock. 

"I completely understand you", his conversation partner says and laughs.

You give him a fake laugh, rubbing your palm up and down Jungkook's dick. You look him straight into his eyes, making Jungkook gulp while his hips are squirming.

"Now you gotta excuse me", you say and stand up, stifling a laugh as Jungkook reaches for your hand only to have it slip between his fingers. 

And so it comes that you abandon him by the table looking like a sad puppy with big eyes and his cock rockhard. 

Your laughter spills out of you once you finally are in the lady's room. You barely manage to hide in one of the stalls, stumbling over in your snickering. 

This was the best idea you ever had. Oh Jungkook looked so cute. You want to eat him whole. You squeal, jumping on the spot. Fuck, you’re acting like a teenage girl. 

"Okay okay, calm down ___ calm. You have to calm down and not lose your shit", you say, fanning air to your face with a big grin. 

The door to the outside opens and closes.

"___?" 

Your grin grows, your heart speeds up uncontrollably. Here he is. 

You unlock your stall. 

"Yes?" 

Jungkook is standing right in front of you, staring at you with determined eyes and his cock filling up his pants. 

"I'm here", he says and steps closer. 

"I can see that", you chuckle, "I think you took the wrong door. This is the lady's room." 

"Yes but…that’s why you told me", he says, "so I can follow you."

You study him from head to toe. Jungkook inches closer, staring at your tits in that tight dress. 

"And why do you think I wanted you to follow me?" you feign confusion. 

"So that" he falters, "so that.." he gestures between you and him vigorously, "we can like…fuck." 

You laugh, "so you think that’s what I wanted to say with it?" you taunt, taking a step back as Jungkook is inching closer again.

Your back falls against the closed stall door now that he is giving you no other choice. He is looking at you with half-lidded eyes, caging you in like a needy animal. 

"Yes", he rasps, placing his right hand beside your head. 

Your eyes meet. 

"Then you’re wrong, I just needed to pee." 

"I don't believe you", he says, placing his left hand beside your head. 

With your heels on tonight, you and him are almost the same height. It makes the entire situation just all the more electric. You and Jungkook, having a staring battle on eye level. Oh how lost you get in his spell. 

"You made me look like a fool", he rasps.

"Yeah? How'd you get up?" you taunt, lifting your knee just high enough to lodge it between his legs. 

Jungkook moves quickly, inching closer while his hips begin rocking back and forth on your knee. His hard cock is grinding against you that way.

"Napkin", he chokes out, breathing heavily, "held it in front of my cock." 

"And that helped? You’re so hard Kook, I’m sure the entire table noticed", you say and press your knee closer. 

Jungkook stumbles into you and whimpers.

"Mommy, fuck me", he begs, humping your thigh oh so needily. 

"Ahem." 

You turn your head. Jungkook does too. His hips stop instantly. Your knee drops.

There she is. A stranger. Another woman standing in the bathroom with disgusted shock on her features. 

"He's not feeling well", you lie, backing off into the stall and dragging Jungkook with you by his tie, "come on honey, let’s fix you up." 

The stall door falls closed, the shocked woman disappears. 

The lock clicks.

"Oh my god, what should we-", Jungkook gets muffled by your hand. 

You have him pressed against the door with one hand on his mouth and the other around his throat. 

"Quiet", you whisper. 

Jungkook whimpers, eyes filling with tears of embarrassment. He is panting, groping your waist needily.

"You're such a bad Bunny, couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you? You just had to beg for my fuck, didn’t you?" you hiss in feigned anger.

Jungkook blinks his eyes cutely, mewling behind your hand. 

"Hush", you warn, squeezing his face and throat, "I have to listen." 

Jungkook squirms. His heart is racing. His cock hurts. He is so turned on. He has you pressing him against a door after getting walked in on, all while your hands are making breathing just that tiny bit harder. He is in heaven. His own exhibitionism heaven.

A toilet flushes, then two doors down a lock opens. The clicking of heels. 

You look into Jungkook's eyes, pinning him down. 

Water begins to run. 

"Quiet now Bunny", you whisper, squeezing your hands closer, "quiet."

Jungkook makes a little sound, trembling. 

The water turns off again. 

The clicking of heels becomes quieter and quieter until it suddenly drowns out.

You drop your hands, stepping closer. 

Jungkook reaches for you, moaning solely because he is so excited for what was to come. 

Click. Click. 

Jungkook stumbles as you open the door and his back loses its leverage.

"What, what are you doing?" he stutters. 

"Leaving. We shouldn’t ruin your reputation." 

"But the, the thing we did." 

"What thing?" you ask as you strut to the sink, enjoying his eyes on your hips. The water turns on. 

"The sex. I wanna fuck." 

You laugh, turning on your heels. In two steps you are by his side, placing your hands on his chest despite them being wet. 

Jungkook inches closer, staring at your lips. He exhales shakily as he feels you rub your hands up and down his pecs. His hands, oh so warm from excitement, land on your waist. 

Now you are rubbing the back of your hands all over his chest. 

Jungkook furrows his brows and looks down. 

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"They've run out of paper towels", you say nonchalantly and give his chest a soft slap, "thanks sweetie, you were perfect for this." 

You turn in his hands and because Jungkook is way too baffled by your blunt answer, you slip out of his fingers easily, making your way to the door in elegant steps. 

"What the hell?" you hear him murmur under his breath. 

The door opens. 

"What the hell, ___?" he says loudly, stumbling after you. He manages to press himself out between you and the door, claiming the space in front of you. His eyes are wide in bafflement. 

"What?" you stifle a laugh, "why are you making that face." 

"I thought you, you told me so I, I can follow you and then we fuck", he whines.

"No", you shrug your shoulders, "I just needed to pee and you happened to act up." 

"But mom-" he stops himself, looking over his shoulder at the restaurant. Nobody seemed to have noticed. He turns back to you, pouting vigorously, "but ___, you touched my cock", he whines.

You snicker, reaching out to pet his cheek. 

"You're so adorable, Bunny", you whisper. 

Jungkook touches your hips and steps closer 

"Let's leave", he says breathily as his eyes dance over your features obsessively. 

"Leave? But Bunny, this is important", you say and gasp. Your groping hands on his pecs let him know that this right here, your refusal to leave, is just your way of riling him up even more.

Jungkook knows you and he also knows that you are almost bored to death because of the dinner. So this right here is you being a complete meanie and finding enjoyment in his suffering. Not that Jungkook is suffering. His competitive side loves the challenge of getting you there. But his cock is hard and that is so awful. He just wants to be your sextoy and not be here. Yes, Jungkook is currently whining in his thoughts, so proceed to read those sentences as such. 

"I don't care, it’s not important", Jungkook says, massaging your hips desperately.

"But Kook. What about the company?" 

"They know our stance, it’s just chit-chat now."

"Just chit-chat you say? Mhm, that sounds interesting. I don’t want to keep you from it."

"Mommy", he whines and stomps his foot, "I don't wanna be here. I wanna be with you. Alone."

Yes, someone heard him. A waitress. She is looking at you weird. Jungkook doesn’t notice, he is too busy being a sulky little baby. You don’t mind that she did. 

"Are we throwing a tantrum? Mhm Bunny?" 

"No, but I just", he pouts and lowers his eyes, "can we leave, please?" he says politely.

"And do what?" 

"Fuck." 

"Sounds tempting", you smirk, "you should say bye to your colleagues though. It’d be rude not to."

"I don't want to, I want to leave."

"Behave. I still have my bag by the table." 

"But-"

You place your hand around his throat. 

"Behave. Now." 

His eyes tell you just how good you get him, even if he tries to act as if he doesn’t like the scolding.

Jungkook huffs out air and takes off his tweed suit jacket. He holds it in front of his crotch, sending you a dark look. 

"Good boy", you say in a chuckle, leading the way in a confident strut while Jungkook just kind of wobbles behind you awkwardly. 

No, walking with a boner is not fun. 

Jungkook expected to have some action in his car. You know that he did because when Mister Lee and his wife asked for a lift home as they were both too drunk to drive, Jungkook almost cursed at them. You just kind of grinned to yourself because for the next forty minutes you had Jungkook squeezing your thigh needily while you had two strangers in your backseat. 

You also know that Jungkook expected to have you grope him in the elevator. You know he did because he pressed you against the mirror and placed your hand on his cock while mewling about how needy he is. He had to stop when two floors later a group of people entered the elevator. You snickered while Jungkook whined quietly. 

The elevator doors just managed to close when Jungkook officially couldn't take it anymore. He is on you within seconds, kissing you desperately while his hands are restless on your body. You knew it would happen, but it still manages to steal your breath. Another second later and you have him press you against the elevator door with your legs around his waist. He is rolling his hips into you as if he was already fucking you, panting and moaning into the kisses. 

A harsh tug on his hair brings some order back to the chaos.

"What are you doing?" you ask him. 

Jungkook looks at your lips with his cheeks heated and his eyes barely open.

"I can't wait anymore. I wanna have you."

He mewls and pulls a face of discomfort with his eyes oh so sparkly from desperation. 

"My cock hurts so much Mommy", he whines, speeding up his hips, "wanna fuck. Wanna fuck so bad." 

"Yeah?" you try to keep your voice calm even if Jungkook grinding his hard cock into your pussy is making it beyond impossible, "where? Here?" 

"Yeah here. Anywhere. Don’t care. Wanna fuck you, please Mommy." 

You can’t lie, having him fuck you against the elevator sounds terribly tempting. His suit and your dress would still be on, pushed to the side just enough to make way for being able to fuck. His hair would be all messy, your kisses would be oh so incredibly sloppy. Just imagining it is leaving you dripping for him. 

But you want something else. Something that takes hours and makes up for all the time you lost during that boring dinner. 

"Wanna go upstairs?" 

This is all you had to say for Jungkook to act his part. He sets you down gently and steps away. Then he lowers his head before bowing at you the perfect ninety degrees.

"I'm ready for orders", he says.

"Get cleaned up and pretty." 

"Yes! Understood!" he says and bows even deeper. 

"Now off you go." 

Jungkook nods his head in understanding, leaving you by the elevator. He keeps bowing as he leaves, doing so until he disappears behind a pillar. 

Oh you trained him so well. He is so obedient. It makes you want to run after him and ruin him against the shower wall, but you shouldn’t. You have a game to prepare. 

You are waiting in your most beautiful gear, freshly showered and so ready for him to see you. You picked out the black look tonight. Heels, stockings and an intricately done corset. The corset was custom made just for you, Jungkook gave it to you as part of his White Day presents. You look amazing in it.

Jungkook knocks three times. Your heart begins to race. It is finally time. 

"Come in!" you call out. 

The door opens and Jungkook steps inside, closing the door. Then he turns.

"Holy fuck", he gasps, falling to his knees, "holy fuck, I'm fucking yours."

You chuckle, giving your own palm a gentle spank with the help of your riding crop. It makes a sharp sound, courtesy of the gloves you are wearing. They are latex, ending right beneath your elbows. 

"Mommy, I’m here to be your toy", Jungkook moans, bowing down until his forehead is pressed into the floor. 

"I assume you like the outfit", you say, finally leaving your place by the backlit glass wall. Your heels make a clicking sound on the dark wood floors. 

One. 

Two. 

Then you are next to Jungkook, having climbed the two stairs separating the rest of the room. You round him, wanting to inspect every inch of him. 

He is wearing his playroom pants. Black silk with a loose hem and flowy legs. It is easy and quick to take off and makes him look incredible. His feet are naked, folded in a way that would make his toes squish together when he sits on them. They are currently squished now that his perky butt was resting on them. 

He put a harness on. Black leather with silver eyelets and buckles. It was handmade and sized especially for his torso, resulting in hugging the best parts. The straps crossed each other in the back, connecting with the horizontal strap which dug its path around his ribcage. There were two big rings in the back in case you wanted to tie his wrists - or ankles - to it. 

You trace them with your crop, forcing them to make a sound. Jungkook stays still, but hears it. He flexes his toes for just a second. 

"So you are here to be my toy", you say, dancing the soft leather crop down his spine. Goosebumps litter his skin instantly, his toes tense again. 

"I am", he answers you, voice heavy in arousal. 

"Cute", you taunt and round him in elegant steps.

You stop before him, keeping your legs apart in a way that would give him the perfect view of your clothed pussy. 

"Lift your head." 

Jungkook obeys, lifting nothing but his head just as you told him to do. You trace his cheek with the crop before landing the gentlest of hits. He gasps, fluttering his lashes cutely. 

"Now sit up." 

Jungkook obeys with the crop right under his chin. 

"Hands on your thighs, palms up."

The order would have been unnecessary as his hands would have found their resting position naturally. It still feels so much better when you give him the official order. 

"Mhm." 

You inspect the position of them, deciding that his left hand needs fixing. You spank his palm gently. 

Jungkook fixes it quickly, sending you a hopeful look afterwards. 

"Better." 

You study him again. The harness looks beautiful in the front. The horizontal rib cage strap continues, now serving as support for three smaller straps. The two which cross in the back and one in the middle of them. There are even more delicate pieces between them, serving as the perfect frame for his sculpted pecs. They look strong and muscular on normal days, but look especially defined once he puts this harness on. 

The strap in the middle leads up his sternum, past the valleys of his pecs and ending in an intricately done collar. One thick part, coated by soft black fur on the side which touches his skin, another layer of a small strap of leather on which the last layer of leather sits. They are held together by silver eyelets and in the front you can choose to attach a leash on a silver ring. There were five more rings on the chest piece, serving for multiple bondage positions or if you decide to tie him to one of your many and very lovely constructions. 

You trace his pecs, flicking the tip of the crop over his nipple. Jungkook straightens his back and exhales shakily, widening his eyes. 

"You seem very determined to be my toy tonight", you say, moving on to his other nipple for symmetry.

Jungkook sighs, squirming just enough that it wouldn’t earn him a spank for moving too much. 

"Now tell me, sweet boy. Why should I play with you?" 

"Please?" 

You laugh, giving his cheek a soft slap with the crop. 

"That is not an acceptable reason." 

Jungkook places his hands on the floor beside your feet and leans down. He kisses your shoes, making sure to place the kisses right on the tips of them.

"I will serve you so well, my Queen", he says, keeping his face lowered to your feet. 

He truly knows how to push your buttons. This sight is oh so wonderful. 

"So you believe that you will serve my needs? I have high standards for my toys, I’m not easily pleased." 

Jungkook lowers his head, resting his face on the floor between your feet. 

"I won’t disappoint you, my Queen." 

"Yes?" you trace his spine with the riding crop, "and if you will, are you ready to carry the punishment?" 

"Yes, I will carry it."

"Good. Kiss my feet again, go on thank your Queen." 

"Thank you my Queen", he says, kissing your right foot. First your shoe then your instep. 

"I am being gracious, toy. Not many get this honour", you tell him.

He moves to your left one, breathing shakily.

"I'm forever in your debt", he says, kissing the tip of your shoe, "thank you so much, my Queen", he kisses your instep, "thank you for your grace."

He keeps his head lowered afterwards, waiting for your answer. 

"Good. Now sit up." 

Jungkook obeys, placing his hands palms-up on his thighs. He lifts his head, giving you his most obedient bunny eyes. 

"Mhhm, sweet", you decide about his face, taking his cheeks between your fingers. You squeeze them, moving his head left and right to inspect it.  

He put lots of effort into his hair. He could have let it be down after the shower he took, but Jungkook is a thorough and detail-oriented sub. So his hair is styled perfectly again, side-parted and held up by mousse and gel. He has just gotten his undercut done, so the neatness of it adds to the overall clean appearance of his hair. You also know that he put effort into his eyebrows. You once told him that you liked them a lot and now Jungkook makes sure to keep them perfectly styled for you each time you and him play professionally. His skin is soft, feeling like silk under your fingertips. So he made sure to shave as well. Not that Jungkook gets a lot of beard anyway, but he still made the effort. And that is what makes him so attractive. He made an effort. He wants to show you that he wants to look his best when it is time to play. And this effort turns you on so much. 

"You look very handsome, toy. I can see that a lot of effort went into it." 

He beams at you, falling out of his role to give you a genuine reaction. 

"I want to be handsome for you." 

"You are. The most handsome." 

"Thank you, Mommy", he whispers, glowing in pride.

"Now", you let go of his cheeks to take a step back, "how am I supposed to play with you?" 

Jungkook straightens his back, forcing his face to return to seriousness. 

"I can take everything, my Queen." 

"Yes?" 

Obviously everything was still within the borders of his comfort zone and because he knows that you have great knowledge and unbreakable respect of said borders he felt comfortable enough to say such a big word. 

"Everything is a big word, toy." 

"I am hardworking."

He makes you laugh. 

"I can see that. You are very diligent", you say, caressing his soft cheeks. 

You squeeze them, "mhm", you slap them gently. 

It is enough to make Jungkook gasp. 

"Very well. Follow me."

You turn and lead the way in elegant steps. And Jungkook knows what to do. Follow you. The order was obvious. He has to follow you…on all fours, for the order never included his right to stand up. 

You seem pleased by his proper understanding, waiting for him by the backlit glass wall. The glass was milky and in it a most detailed pattern was carved into. Lights of red and deep pinks helped put special emphasis on the work. The lights crept into the room, tainting the red wall beside the glass a lighter red and giving the ground beneath your feet a red glow to it. 

Jungkook reaches you, sitting down on his folded feet and presenting his palms to you. They are pinkish from having to crawl. 

"You have a proper understanding of words." 

"Thank you, my Queen." 

Just one last caress, his face receives. Truly, you can’t stop touching it. He is oh so handsome. Jungkook likes it so much, he feels so beautiful whenever you touch him. 

"Stand up, I want to see the rest of you." 

Jungkook follows gladly, keeping his back straightened and his hands folded in front of his crotch. 

That doesn’t please you. You give them a soft spank.

Jungkook gasps, opening them to put them on the sides of his body instead. 

"Better", you say. 

He nods his head in understanding, working diligently to keep them in their desired position. 

"Now, may I touch you?" 

"Yes, you may, my Queen." 

"Thank you." 

You step closer, placing your gloved hands on his hips. He makes sure to move his arms out of the way, still keeping them by his sides but just slightly lifted. After all, he doesn’t want to be in his Queen's way but also doesn’t want to disobey her orders. 

You seem to be pleased by his efforts, scanning his body with hungry eyes. The harness continues down his torso. One thick strap, around two inches of width and attached to the rib cage strap. It parted his sculpted abs, casting deep shadows on his muscles and making them appear stronger. You trace along the belt, giving yourself time to trace each of his individual muscles. They feel hard under your fingertips, contrasting with the silkiness of his skin. The valley between them is deep, letting you know that Jungkook must have done something to get them so defined. 

It pleases you. He is truly such a thorough sub. He must have done a few sit-ups and put oil on them before visiting you to make sure that he can give you his best self. 

"Very handsome. I like your muscles a lot", you praise him, feeling him tense under you. The effect is instant, the valleys carve deeper into his skin, the mountains of his muscles grow and along his lowest ribs, muscles appear in well-defined streaks. 

"Very good, oh how very pleasing", you say, feeling up his ribs before letting your gloved palms run down his sides. 

Jungkook shudders, forcing his abs to relax. You don’t mind, he still looks mouth wateringly handsome. 

You have reached his hips again, making sure to hold him with a certain pressure. 

You let your eyes flit up, realising that Jungkook kept his eyes focused on the glass wall. 

"Eyes on me."

His eyes flit to you instantly. 

"May I take off your pants?" 

"Yes you may, my Queen."

"Thank you", you give him a smile, one he retorts, ""now eyes back on the wall until I tell you otherwise." 

Jungkook obeys with a nod of his head. 

The harness disappears in his pants, letting you know that he attached a hip piece tonight. The thought is most exciting. 

You pull the strings open, dancing your hands back to his hips. You let him wait for just one second, watching his face for a reaction. He is impatient, but does an incredible job hiding it. 

You look back at his hips and hook your fingers in his pants. You tug them down carefully, making sure his semi-hard cock wouldn’t be hurt.

His breathing quickens in excitement. Your mouth waters. 

He styled himself for you, shaving the parts which would have looked too messy for him otherwise and trimming the rest. He kept the prettiest of happy trails too, knowing very well how obsessed you are with it. 

Right now it is covered by the strap of his harness. Said harness ends in a big metal ring, currently sitting snug around Jungkook's cock and balls. 

"Look at that. So handsome", you murmur, watching his cock throb at the praise. 

You round him, keeping your gloved hands on his hips. The harness sadly stops at the cockring, but truly ends in a delicate metal chain. It is fixed on a small ring on the cockring, spanning itself to the back of his body before disappearing between his buttocks. 

You grab said buttocks and part them, revealing the end of the chain. His rim, neatly shaved and glistening in the remnants of the lube. The chain disappears inside of it, making you wonder just what he chose tonight. 

The harness truly was a blessing. Jungkook could exchange the lower part to his liking. There was the simple cockring option, the cockring and buttplug option, the cockring with anallock option and the option of cockring with three perfectly shaped analbeads. There is of course an option without any kind of attachment, but instead it is an intricate webbing of straps and belts meant to frame his thighs and ass, it’s your favourite whenever you peg him because you can grab it and pull his ass back on your strap remorselessly. But the option of choosing you allow Jungkook to have. He can choose whatever he craves that night and it is always a surprise most thrilling to you.

You know exactly what option he chose tonight. 

"Anal beads", you observe, closing his buttocks to squeeze his hips instead, "tell me, toy. Is someone trying to be stuffed?" 

"Yes, my Queen."

"Mhm", you trace the chain, keeping your left hand pressed to his lower stomach so he couldn’t flee. Not that Jungkook would ever flee, on the contrary, he is having the hardest time not to arch into your touch. 

"Was it hard to get them inside, mhm?" 

"Yes, my Queen. The middle one was so big." 

"It was big you say?" you trace the chain all the way back to his hole, outlining the part where it disappears inside of him, "and yet I don’t see it outside. You must have worked diligently to get it inside, mustn’t you?" 

"Yes, my Queen. I tried until I, I finally got it inside." 

"And how did it feel?" 

"Big, like I am being stretched out from the inside." 

"Mhm", you hum, pressing down on his lower stomach in sync with pressing two fingers against his rim. The balls shift inside of him, unable to slip outside because of your fingers but managing to make his muscles convulse.

"Ah", he lets out breathily, balling his hands to fists. 

"I can feel them, right there", you observe, rolling your fingers against them, "that’s them, am I correct?" 

"Yeah", he croaks, clenching his hole desperately.

"Oh?" you fake surprise, "oh, I’m sorry. Does my probing get you all needy to squeeze them out again?"

"Yes, my Q-Queen. Ah mhm", he moans softly, having to gasp for air most sweetly. 

You chuckle, slipping your fingers away.

You round him again, coming to the most pleasurable discovery that he has hardened completely by now. He is finally filling out that cockring, looking so red and swollen because of it. 

You touch him without warning, running your gloved palm up and down his veiny shaft. 

Jungkook bites his lower lip, furrowing his brows in concentration. His eyes he still keeps perfectly focused on the wall. 

"You have a perfect cock", you praise, feeling it throb in pride. 

"Thank you, my Queen", he says, sighing the words just slightly. 

You let your gaze switch between his face and his cock. The touch must feel amazing to him. 

It is not often that you use gloves to play with him. Latex gloves, medical gloves, silken gloves, even leather gloves. You keep a vast collection of them in one of your neatly integrated wall closets. Each of them hidden in their own compartment and sorted by material, colour and length. Tonight's gloves are latex, black and reaching a good two inches over your elbows. Jungkook goes crazy for the feeling of them on his skin and they are meant for special occasions only. Tonight is a special occasion so you decided and Jungkook loves the surprise with a twitch of his cock and a soft whimper. 

"How does that feel?" you taunt, swirling your wrist as your hand is wrapped around his cockhead. 

He breathes heavily, making sounds as he does. With a vigorous nod of his head he lets you know that this right here felt like heaven.

"Yes? It feels good?" you ask. 

You let go of his cock only to place your left hand underneath it. Like this his pink tip is resting on your open palm. You trace it with the pointer finger of your right hand, making sure that you get every part of it. 

"How does that make you feel?"

"Sen-sensitive", he gets out and breathes in deeply. 

"Mhm." 

You place the open palm of your right hand on top of his cockhead and then rub your hands up and down slowly. 

"What about this? I'm sure this is different." 

Jungkook breathes out with a sound, wiggling his fingers and tensing his lower abs. You watch it happening. 

"Is good", he rasps, fighting gravity with his eyelids. 

"Mhm." 

He looks so good like this. You really enjoy touching him like this because it is different than giving him just a normal handjob. You can put more pressure on him if you want to or less if he deserves to be teased. It also looks really good when Jungkook's tip appears between your hands each time you dance them back. Because each time it does, it seems to glisten more and more in his excitement. 

Jungkook gives you a falter of his position then. Just a tiny step back with his left foot and with his back losing some of its tension. It is the result of you keeping his cockhead between your two palms and moving them into opposite directions, left and right. 

"Oh?" you stop instantly, basking in him trying to fix his position panickedly in hopes you wouldn’t punish him. But you do, because it is fun and you like completely messing with his brain. 

You pull your hands away, dropping his cock. It wiggles up and down for a little before stilling, standing way too hard and way too sensitive.

Jungkook tries not to show it, but a small whimper still escapes him and as you take a look at his face you realise that he is pulling a face of disappointed agony. 

You laugh, forcing Jungkook to almost break his focused gaze just so he could check why you are laughing. 

"Tell me how close I've gotten you", you order and decide to make it harder for him by placing your palms on his chest and flicking your gloved fingers over his nipples. They harden instantly. 

"Very…close", he struggles with his words because of how good your touch feels. 

Jungkook didn’t always have sensitive nipples. He liked it when people licked them or rolled them between their fingers, but he couldn’t say that stimulation on them would seriously turn him on. You are different. He hasn’t figured out yet what kind of dark magic you used on him, but ever since a few months his nipples have become so sensitive that your current touch feels like electricity on his skin. It snakes down his torso until it hugs his cock in tingles and aches for more. 

There was also this one night in your caravan by the ocean where you made Jungkook cum solely by playing with his nipples and talking to him. Such evenings would have never been possible in his past, but with you they are. 

"Very close you say", your voice pulls him back from his sweet memories to his even sweeter reality. 

Jungkook nods his head, biting down on his lower lip. He is going to cum. If you keep touching him for only a few more minutes he is going to cum. 

"Mhm, yeah. Well, I’m sorry I did", your remorse is feigned and laced with glee, "if I knew you were close, I would have continued." 

You pull your hands away, leaving Jungkook to chase you in a small arch of his back. 

"Ah", he lets out, sounding sad as he does. 

You grin, placing your hands on his hips. You know you could have made him cum. But you don’t want him to cum yet. He has to give you more before that could happen. 

You wrap your hand around his cock. 

"Follow me", you say, dragging him with you by his hard cock. 

Jungkook follows with a needy moan rolling off his tongue, touching your upper arms because if he gets needy from edging his hands always seem to magically reach out for you. Truly it is the sweetest yet most tragic phenomenon. Although you are the cruel Queen denying him his heaven, his instincts are still to find refuge in your hands. Dependency on the one person who gives him such agony. Truly, it is such a sweet tragedy.

You let go of his cock now that you have reached the bed. 

The bed fills up a good portion of the room, but it doesn’t look too big. The room is spacious enough for it. And while it may not look too massive, it still demands attention. It was made out of wood, dark as ebony and with a layer of gloss varnish so it could reflect the lights. The frame was sturdy and with intricately carved bedposts reaching up to the ceiling. Said posts had not only an aesthetic purpose but a practical as well. They served as the anchor of your bondage rings. Rope, chains, leather belts. One could secure the ties of their liking to them. 

The mattress was firm, but soft enough to make it comfortable on the back. There weren’t any blankets on them, nor was there any normal bedding. The mattress was covered in a red pvc sheet, waterproof and just sticky enough on the skin that getting sweaty and dirty on it feels incredible. You and Jungkook decided on such a sheet because you grew terribly annoyed by having to get lube or cum or squirt stains out of your good linen sheets. These days you just have to wipe them down after a session, disinfect them and make sure they are tugged in neatly. You can obviously change colours too and mostly you alternate between red and black, depending on the scene you want to play. 

You turn around, facing Jungkook. With your hands on his hips you situate him in front of the foot end of the bed.

"Sit." 

Jungkook obeys with a push of your hands, mewling most needily because sitting down not only makes his thighs squeeze his balls but also because the weight of his body shifts the anal beads in his ass. 

He looks up at you with his sweaty palms resting face up on his thighs. 

You give him a harsh push, making him fall on the mattress with a groan. It messes up his hair at the back.

Now it is to working quickly. Without showing him an ounce of respect, you pick up his legs and spread them only to set them down on the mattress harshly. 

Jungkook squirms from left to right, giving you an excited mewl. He is so exposed now. The pressure on his ass is sadly gone, but he is so exposed that the thrill of being eyed up by you makes up for the loss of stimulation.

He feels cuffs around his ankles. They jingle as you secure them. Jungkook wants to look but doesn’t dare. He is damned to fight for air and wait for the revelation. 

You close the cuff around his left ankle first. It matches the choker in style. Black leather with fur touching his skin and multiple layers of perfectly cute leather straps held together by silver eyelets. But they weren’t normal cuffs, they were part of one of your favourite constructions. You close the cuff around his right ankle and then it is already time for said construction to work its magic. 

You lift his legs with the help of it, forcing it into the view of Jungkook. 

He moans loudly, furrowing his brows in desperation. 

A spreader bar.

With a smirk on your lips you open his legs and Jungkook can listen in delight as the bar locks into place on the furthest apart setting. 

He feels the stretch it forces him to do. It doesn't hurt, but he still feels it. In his legs, his inner thighs especially. It feels warm and creeps down its teasing fingers until it reaches his cock and makes it twitch.

"Comfortable?" you make sure. 

"Yeah", he croaks. 

You prepared ropes on the bondage rings tonight. They were black of colour to match the overall aesthetic. You secure them on the outer rings of the spreader bar, making sure that the knot was tight and secure enough that if Jungkook began wiggling and fighting, his restraints wouldn’t open and accidentally drop his legs and hurt him. 

You secure them in a height which would make his legs bend by his knees just enough to make the constant stretch more comfortable. It also helps with giving better access to his ass and cock. Not that access is difficult in the first place. Jungkook is exposed. Oh he is exposed. He can’t hide, he can’t escape your looks and he especially can’t flee from your touches. There is one setting on the spreader bar which at least lets Jungkook hide away slightly by squeezing his knees together. But that is the first setting, this right here is as far as the bar can go and Jungkook can’t even wiggle his legs nor can he find secrecy by pressing his knees together. He is yours now. Your artwork to inspect. 

You take a step back and stay silent. You know Jungkook is affected by your silence, which is why you do it as you inspect his body. 

The soles of his feet are exposed to you. They are clean and look to be relaxed right now. His legs seem to be relaxed as well, using the well done support of the bondage ropes to find comfort. His cock and balls look so good in that position. You like how his balls blend into his cock, it fascinates you and makes you so happy to have him as your husband. He truly has the sexiest cock. 

You especially love how the chain on the cockring wanders down to his asshole. It digs into his skin in the position, reddening it slightly. 

It is also beyond fascinating just how tight and tiny his hole looks now that only a chain is filling it up. Now, you are aware that his insides are getting the stretch of their lifetime, but it is oh so arousing to know just how tight his rim will still be. While he might be stretched out inside, his sweet, little rim gets nothing. It turns you on so much. 

"Now you finally look like the sextoy you are", you break the silence, forcing a throb through his cock. 

Jungkook begins breathing heavily when he hears the clicking of your heels. It means you are coming closer again. 

The bed shakes beside his head. 

"Look at me." 

Jungkook obeys, moaning softly because of the view. You are sitting at the right edge of the bed, having chosen a position which exposes your ass to his eyes. The black lace has disappeared between your buttocks, giving view to your bared skin. The view is making him weak.

"Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?" you ask him.

"Yes please", he begs. 

"Well, first we have to get rid of your anal beads. Don’t we?" 

Jungkook mewls, staring at your ass. You are so sexy. Jungkook is so obsessed with the view.

"Then we have to test just how sensitive your prostate is. So I'll stick a vibe up your ass. Eyes on my face", you say and with the help of your riding crop you give his cheek a soft slap. 

Jungkook gasps and flinches, looking at you quickly. His eyes are widened cutely.

You keep the riding crop pressed against his cheek and continue talking.

"I'll stuff you with a vibe and we are going to test out just how sensitive you are. Right? We are going to test it out together, won’t we?" 

"Yes, my Queen", he croaks, fluttering his lashes at you. He is so turned on that he feels dizzy. It turns him on so much when you describe what you will do to him. He knows that you do it so he could say if he wants it or not, but it doesn’t matter to him. For him it feels as if you are jerking him off with nothing but your voice and words. 

"Very good", you caress his cheek, "and while we test it out, we have to test out something else too…", you trail off, gazing at his lips. 

You begin tracing them with the crop. 

"...we'll have to see if your tongue is any good."

Jungkook mewls, parting his lips. He could deepthroat that riding crop right here and now. You would just have to shove it down his throat as far as possible and Jungkook would suck it as if it was your strap. He is so hungry. So fucking horny.

"You may ask yourself how we will test it out, now that you are constrained like such a…" you falter, scrunching your nose up in feigned distaste, "...slut." 

His cock throbs. Yes he is. He is your slut. Jungkook agrees. He is such a slut. Just for you. He is your slutty sextoy. Your exposed, tied down, slutty sextoy. 

"But it will be easy", you say and smile, "I'll just sit on your face. I'm sure you can do that for me. Can you, toy?" 

"Yes my Queen", he rasps with his voice so terribly strained. 

Your face lights up in pride. 

"I am very happy to hear that. Oh, you are truly hardworking."

"T-thank you", he croaks, squirming. The praise feels as if you just sunk down on his cock. That’s how it makes him feel. As if you just stopped jerking him off to fuck him hard instead. His cock throbs the same way too, letting a few droplets of precum escape. 

"Now. Do you have any questions before we get started?" 

Jungkook gulps. 

"Come on, don’t be shy. Speak your mind, toy." 

"Can, can I…have a kiss?" 

You chuckle, "those are some high demands." 

Jungkook flutters his lashes at you cutely. 

"Fine", you give in, "you're so cute." 

You lean in for a kiss, cradling his cheek most lovingly in your palm. Jungkook is in heaven, kissing you back with his heart fluttering so intensely one could believe this right here was the first ever kiss you and him shared. But it’s not, he just loves you so much and your kisses are epic.

You pull back with a loving giggle, caressing his cheekbone. You keep closer for now, making Jungkook gaze at you with sparkly eyes. 

"Are you having fun, Bunny?" you ask him in a whisper.

"Yes, so much. You?" he whispers back.

"Me too, I’m having so much fun." 

He beams at you happily, scrunching his nose up.

"Now", you give his cheek a soft nudge, "let's get started. Are you ready to get unplugged, toy?" 

He mewls squeakily, carrying devastated arousal in his pretty eyes. 

"I'm sure you are. Mhm? It must be so uncomfortable to walk around oh so stuffed and filled up." 

Jungkook writhes. There you are again, railing him with just your words. 

"N-no." 

"No? And why is that?" 

"I'm a, a slutty toy." 

You chuckle, straightening up. 

"I see", you laugh, "now I feel bad for unplugging you." 

"It's okay my Queen." 

"Yes?" 

He nods his head, "I wanna be open for you." 

You tingle. While Jungkook feels totally fucked by just your words, you yourself feel oh so ruined by having him talk like this. He may not be inside of you right now, but hearing him talk about how happy he is to please you feels as if he was scrambling your insides with his cock. It makes walking in those heels difficult because all you want to do is fall to your knees while his cock is under you and you are on his lap, naked. 

"So you wanna be open for me?" you repeat, tracing his legs until you reach his sensitive crotch area.

Jungkook rolls his hips up and exhales shakily.  

"Why don’t we make it a little easier?" you suggest as you reach for a bottle of lube. You open it and let a gracious amount trickle all over his balls and ass. Goosebumps cover his skin at the sensation.

"Ah", Jungkook lets out, squirming his hips. 

"It's cold, I know. But it'll warm up real soon", you assure him, placing the bottle aside for now. 

You connect your gloved hands with his body, rubbing the lube all over his parts most sensitive. You make sure that some gets on his cock too, jerking it off slowly while your left fingers massage along the chain. 

"Fuck", he lets out in a whisper and a glance at his face lets you know that he was in heaven right now. His eyes are closed, his lips are parted. He looks so handsome when you touch him.

You connect your fingers with his rim and apply a little pressure. Jungkook's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He exhales with a sound rattling in his throat. 

"Are you nervous? I'm sure your poor, tight rim isn’t ready for the stretch at all", you taunt all while running your gloved hand up and down his veiny shaft. 

"I, I…" he resorts to sighing sweetly, rolling his head to the side. 

"Mhm. Don’t worry, I’m going to be careful", you say and insert your pointer finger into him.

His eyes open, his lower back lifts from the mattress. 

"Hhm", he lets out, retorting to squeaking out sounds afterwards. 

You are feeling him up, searching for the beads. You find them, tickling them with your fingertip.

"Found them", you say, pushing against them, "there they are. Oh? They shifted so far up. Can you feel that? Can you feel how deep your greedy asshole swallowed them?" 

Jungkook groans, closing his eyes after allowing them to roll back. 

"Oh, getting them out will be a task. It’s like you don’t even want to give them up", you taunt, pushing and probing against them until Jungkook wants to scream. 

You are right. He is tight. He is so, so tight. Your finger shouldn’t feel that thick right now, but it does. It feels oh so thick. Slick as well. Slick from the lube and the latex. That combination feels like fire on his skin.

"Fuck", he has to curse again, shuddering when you pull out. He clenches around nothing, aching for another feel of your finger. 

"Enough playing around. Let's see if we can help you get rid of that terrible burden", you say, twisting your finger in the chain to pull. 

"Oh, oh god", Jungkook tenses up.

"Relax, I can’t pull it out like that", you say, trying a second time. 

"Fuck, I'm trying", he says and exhales, relaxing his muscles as he does. 

"There we go, that’s better. Oh look at that, here comes the first one", you say and just as Jungkook feels that deep, deep stretch you twist your gloved hand around his cockhead. 

"A-ah", Jungkook croaks, clenching around the ball desperately. It heightens just how intensely he feels the stretch. 

A wet sound. Immense pressure. Then nothing. Jungkook shudders, croaking out a weak moan.

"Look at that", you rasp, chuckling tauntingly, "you were quite the fighter, but we are done. First one is out." 

He mewls. 

"Mhm, I know. Ready for the second one?" 

"So ready", he rasps, trying and failing to roll his hips up. 

The tug is rough but placed with care. Oh, you know exactly what you are doing. Jungkook is shuddering, trying and failing to buck his hips up. That spreader bar…it’s making wiggling around so difficult.

“Holy fuck”, he whispers. The toy feels so big.

“Not long anymore, don’t give up now toy”, you encourage him with a twist of your wrist.

Jungkook reacts in a shudder and an involuntary clench of his lower abs. The lubed up ball slips out of his ass, leaving him oh so empty.

“See? Easy”, your voice is saccharine, lulling Jungkook into the aching need to be good.

“Again my Queen”, he begs, “please wanna be so open.”

“I can see that you’re getting sluttier for me”, you taunt, rewarding his cock with a squeeze of your fingers. You run your thumb right along his frenulum when you begin tugging at the chain again.

Your eyes are locked on him. The lube is covering the chain oh so well, wet and glimmering in the lights. It is mesmerising just how it moves in his hole as you pull it out. How something so delicate houses just something so big. You can see it coming, feel it too as Jungkook begins throbbing in your hand again.

More and more his pink hole is stretching. More and more he opens up for you.

Jungkook’s breath hitches.

The ball slips out hastily, leaving behind a terribly sensitive looking hole and a shaking Jungkook.

“That’s it”, you rasp, placing the anal beads on the mattress, “now you are all empty.”

You feed his hole two of your fingers as a reward, scissoring them to get a good feel of how open he is for you.

“B-break”, he croaks.

“Break”, you repeat, retreating your hands instantly, “want to be let down too?”

“No just”, he takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut. Another deep breath then a curse, “I wanna fucking cum”, he whines.

You laugh, touching him instantly.

“Now that is not a reason to need a break, toy. Come now, I’ve taught you better than this”, you play with his cock in an almost punishing manner, torturing his hole with deep thrusts right out of your wrist, “you wanna cum? Then do a better job at holding back.”

“Fuck, you’re so cruel”, he keens, stretching his arms above his head for something to grip onto.

Something.

Please anything.

His fingers find nothing than the sticky fabric of the covers. They try to twist it as best as possible. It makes a tiny squeaking sound. It is almost inaudible in the room, nothing but background noise. After all, why would he concentrate on something as miniscule as fabric sounds now that the familiar buzzing of his favourite vibrator is making the air around him shake?

You watch how he twists more of the fabric, how his chest begins heaving up and down in almost ragged breaths, how his eyes seem to scrunch closed.

“You know that sound don’t you?” you ask him sweetly, touching his inner thigh with the toy. You draw slow circles on it, basking in all the goosebumps and shivers that elicits from him.

He nods his head vigorously, clenching around your digits.

“You also know what that means, don’t you?”

He nods his head again.

“Then tell me.”

“I, I can’t cum without your p-permission.”

Jungkook can’t see it, but your lips are curling into an almost menacing smile. Your eyes gain a certain fire to them. Dark and taunting. You lift your head just slightly, looking down at your eager toy with pride in your chest.

“Good job, he remembers the rules. Let’s see if he can actually obey them.”

You slip your fingers out only to replace them with the thick shaft of the vibrator. Jungkook’s hole swallows it up in one go.

“Holy fuck, my Queen you’re literally- fuck”, he gasps then moans and for the first time tonight he actually tugs on his restraints. With eager wiggles of his hips and jerks of his knees he is fighting them, making the bondage rings clatter.

“Oh? Look at you fighting” you laugh, “it seems your prostate is very sensitive.”

Jungkook answers you in a throaty moan. His fingers twist more of the fabric.

“That’s exactly how I like my toys”, you say and once you are sure that the toy will stay inside of him without slipping out, you step back.

For just a few seconds let him rest. Just for a little bit you watch him as he twitches and squirms and trembles. His thighs, thick from muscle, are shaking, fighting the restraints fruitlessly. His toes are tensing and wiggling each time he is trying to roll his ankles just to fail. His cock, oh his pretty cock, so red and swollen, throbs between his thighs, leaking stringy arousal which gets smeared all over his trimmed pubes and plumb balls.

He groans then. Loud and drawn out.

Click.

You turned the vibrator off for now, giving his body a break.

“Fuck, thank.”

“Don’t thank me too soon. This is only to make sure that you don’t disobey me. You’ll thank me now, but hate me later”, you say, rounding the bed.

You keep a safe grasp around your remote as you climb on top, calling Jungkook’s attention by touching his sweaty stomach.

He peels his heavy eyelids open, rolling his head to the side in order to look at you. His gaze is hazy, his lips can’t seem to close as shaky breaths swirl over his tongue.

“Ready for your other test?” you ask.

Jungkook fixes the position of his head so he would be resting on the back of it. He swallows, no, gulps. Then a tilt back, revealing his chiseled neck to your eyes.

“So ready”, he rasps, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Such a good toy”, you praise and turn the vibrations back on.

Jungkook gasps, furrows his brows, parts his lips. His conviction to impress you with his tongue is crumbling, all he wants to do is moan for you. But he can’t. He can hear you undress and watch you climb on top him.

He flutters his lashes at you, groaning when you trip all over his face now that you are right above him. It lands on his nose and parts of his cheeks. Hot and wet, seeping out your pussy like the sweetest nectar. Jungkook is trembling at the scent and the view. He really hit the jackpot, didn’t he?

“Like the view?” you taunt, wiggling your hips.

“Yeah”, he croaks.

You place your hands on his stomach for support.

“Then get useful.”

You sit down on him, smothering him with your cunt so deeply Jungkook can do nothing more than groan and mewl. He is struggling for a few moments, trying to find a rhythm. His lips are eager to suck and kiss while his tongue is oh so greedy for a taste. It is a messy battle. One that his eager tongue wins in the end. With fast flicks and hungry curls it feasts on your pussy.

“Good, very good, toy”, you praise, “make your hands useful too.”

Almost clumsily he grips you, no, gropes you. Your legs first then up to your hips, your waist and down your legs again. His touch is strong. His fingers have one sole goal, digging themselves into your soft flesh as deeply as possible. You want him to be useful? He will. He will be so fucking useful that you will feel his touch even hours after he stopped giving it to you.

You make it harder then by swallowing his cock in its entirety.

Jungkook rips his eyes open, mewls into you. He can’t. Breathe. Function. Think. Exist. You decide. It is all of them. Jungkook is feeling weak. Having his cock down your throat was his defeat.

“Toy”, your harsh voice tugs him back, “keep that tongue moving will you?”

Jungkook whimpers, squeezing tears out of his glassy eyes. He tries to move again, curl it against your entrance, lick your folds, grind it against your clit. He hasn’t even noticed that he stopped, not when you fucked his cock so good and not when his prostate is close to bursting from the vibrations.

He hopes with the painful mewl he lets out that you’ll know.

I’m going to fucking cum.

He hopes you’ll know. He is literally begging for it.

Please, just one break.

Jungkook whimpers, pressing your pussy closer while his temples are getting wet from his streaming tears.

Please, I don’t want to disobey you.

Your throat closes around his cockhead. Hard and tight.

Jungkook actually scratches down your lower back and buttocks, leaving behind a burning sensation.

Click.

The pain is fiery. He was so close that getting his high denied feels like torture right now. Just one second earlier and he would have thanked you. Now? Now he is left fighting the spreader bar while his cock is throbbing in fresh air and his hole is clenching desperately.

You lift your pussy from his face, wanting to give him a moment of air. Jungkook however, pulls you right back, sobbing into you while his mouth is frenching your cunt. This is his prayer for mercy, his way of trying to convince you to please start the vibrator again. Snotty, teary-eyed and covered in your juices he is begging for more even if seconds earlier he begged for less of it.

“You’re fucking amazing”, you press out and moan loudly. Your thumb grazes the power button on the remote. One gentle push and the soft buzz of the vibrator is ringing in the air. Jungkook moans into your pussy, pressing you closer. His arms are wrapped around you, caging in your thighs, which gives you the perfect feel of his thick muscles flexing and relaxing as he is giving you the best tongue fuck ever. His hands, clammy and hot are resting on your lower back, fingertips tickling the beginning of your ass while every so often tensing enough that you can feel his nails scratch over your skin. 

“That’s it, keep going. Just keep going”, you encourage him, taking him back inside your wet mouth.

You weren’t actually planning on sucking him off, but sitting so on top of your favourite throne made you want to give him the best and sloppiest blowjob he has ever gotten. He just looks way too good when he is so exposed in that perfect spreader bar.

You sink down on him, gagging not because you have to but because you want to. And because gagging makes you drool oh so much around him that it runs all over his dark pubes and swollen balls and that sight is one to get addicted to.

With your gloved fingers wrapped around the base of his hard cock, you stick your tongue out just to let the spit trip all over him. Wet and stringy it webs itself all around his pink cockhead before winding down his veiny shaft.

“So fucking messy”, you growl, “you’re looking like such a slut.”

Jungkook fucking mewls underneath you, sucking on your pussy with such eagerness on could believe he wanted to swallow you whole.

Click.

The vibrations stop. His sucking stops, replaced by trembling lips and a faltering tongue.

You watch with sparkling eyes as his cock throbs and how his precum joins your saliva. Now you have him where you want him. Fucking soiled by both of your juices. Wet and ready for another taste. You gather the slip with your fingers and begin jerking off his shaft. The latex glides over his skin easily, covered oh so prettily in your spit and his desperation.

Click.

Jungkook’s entire body jerks underneath you, his nails leave deep scratches down your lower back, his lips quiver before taking on their rhythm again.

To make matters even more difficult for him, you take his weeping cockhead back into your mouth, sucking on it until your cheeks are falling in. Your hand obviously still jerks of his pulsating shaft, going in synch with the bops of your head.

This is it. This is the kind of sloppy blowjob your perfect sextoy deserves. All of your skills and tricks. Jungkook may know just how well you can suck his cock, but that doesn’t mean that you always dish out your entire skills whenever you go down on him. No, the entire range is reserved for special nights, the kind of nights which you want to stay as the wettest memories in his mind. The kind of memories which will whisper to him, haunt him, torture him in the most inappropriate situations until he can’t take it anymore and the only relief he can find is right between your legs.

Tonight is such a night. It may have started off as a boring Plus One dinner situation, but that doesn’t mean that it has to end that way. After all, having to spend oh so many hours next to Jungkook is his tailored suit with his hair perfectly styled and his neck smelling of his cologne has left you so fucking needy that you want to scream. The dinner may have been boring, but Jungkook still looked so attractive handling all those difficult business decisions and maybe that is also why you secretly love being his Plus One to such evenings. Because Jungkook is hot when he works and he is even hotter when you can get him all worked up in his business clothes.

“Fucking shit”, you groan, breaking away from his throbbing cock now that you have to throw your head back, “Jungkook you fucking slut, urgh fuck”, you growl, squeezing your eyes shut.

With eager madness in your grip you jerk him off. It should motivate him to keep going, but makes him twitch oh so desperately. His voice sounds broken, vibrating against your pussy. He is sucking on your clit, drowning in your taste. 

"Yes fuck", you groan, grinding back into him, "you're such a good toy. Fuck. Now." 

Jungkook expected you to cum, however he didn’t expect you to squirt all over his face. He isn’t complaining, on the contrary, he is weeping in gratefulness, licking and kissing your weeping cunt until even the last of your deep trembles have shook your entire body.

He is aching because despite just how out of control you seemed, you remembered to turn off the vibrator, knowing very well that having you orgasm is one of the biggest triggers for him. So Jungkook is left burning up in desperation as you cum all over his face while he is dancing on the edge.

You roll off of him after your high, turning quickly just to twist his soaked hair.

“You perfect, fucking toy”, your voice sounds demonic, your pupils are blow out racing over his wet features, “look at you. You look like such a slut.”

Jungkook gasps for air, feeling dizzy from the tug.

You lift the remote into his field of vision and make him watch as you turn the vibrator on again.

“Ah”, he lets out.

Higher. Jungkook watches in both panic and gratefulness as you turn the vibrator on the second setting.

The third.

The fourth.

“Oh- oh, oh, oh, please”, he squeaks out.

His face is contorting into a grimace of total desperation. The rings are creaking and groaning now that his legs are wiggling oh so much.

“I want you to cum. Now.”

Jungkook rips his mouth open and cums.

You feel it on your face because Jungkook manages to shoot his cum so far up, it not only covers his entire sweaty torso but your face and collarbones as well.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck”, the chant is endless, becoming more and more pitiful when that sweet fire of pleasure turns into the clawing fire of overstimulation, “fuck, oh fuck, fuck, ah, ah, fuck, ah”, he is squeaking, sounding helpless.

“Again”, you growl, wrapping your hand around his cock while twisting his hair, “you slut are going to cum until you're milked dry.”

Jungkook chokes on his sob, managing to spill his drool all over his chin like a messy toy. It is the best view you have ever had the honour to look at.

One twist of your gloved hand around his blush cockhead and Jungkook does what he is meant to do.

Orgasm.

Hard and long.

He drools, shakes, cries. Words? They don’t exist in his vocabulary anymore. He is dumb, stupid, brainless right now. Nothing but a vessel for cum and the enjoyment you gain out of seeing him suffer.

And so it happens that Jungkook orgasms a third time with a broken wail of your name and his fingernails almost breaking through the fabric of the covers. And so it happens that you jerk him off and let his prostate throb against the harsh vibrations until his cock stops leaking his creamy cum and in return leaks the translucent goodness of too much stimulation. It covers most of his lower stomach, but reaches far up to his collarbones as well.

“Yes”, you growl.

"Pleasnfneplease", Jungkook is weeping like a little boy, shaking uncontrollably until finally – oh fucking finally – you stop the vibrations.

"Holy fuck!" he yelps, hitting the mattress with his head, "fuck, fuck. Fuck."

A deep groan follows, his arms slack against the sheets, his fingers lose their grip.

"There we go", you soothe him, "now you're all done."

You set his cock down gently, soothing him by running your hands right through the mess he made on his torso.

“Take a deep breath”, you tell him, knowing very well that Jungkook is currently forgetting to breathe.

He does so sparsely, convulsing in a tremor of his body.

“Can you talk to me?” you speak to him slowly, smoothing through his hair.

“Barely”, he croaks.

“That’s fine, can you listen?”

“Yeah.”

“Try to keep breathing and relax. I will first take out the vibe and then undo the restraints. I’ll go slow so don’t worry.”

He nods his head, fluttering his closed eyelids.

You work slowly and carefully. You may have acted like the cruel Queen during the play, but once those roles drop you want to make sure that he can come down as safely as possible. Because tonight was a special night and special nights leave Jungkook so deep in subspace that going anything but slow would seriously mess him up.

You speak to him softly as you place his legs down, running your hands along them until he knows that he is safe and sound and that he is allowed to move if he feels the need to do so. He does. He just kind of stretches them out before letting them plop down and therefore tangle over the edge of the bed.

After taking off your gloves it is time to clean him up. Jungkook needs to feel your real, unaltered touch in order to come back safely. The gloves would only be counterproductive right now. He needs your hands and soft palms and you are so happy to give them to him as you wipe down the mess he made.

The last step of getting him back safely is running your fingers through his hair until he finally feels ready enough to open his eyes.

And like always after a special night those eyes are filled with tears and immense love. You exchange a fond smile and then like always you cup his cheek.

“How are you doing?”

“Safe”, he whispers.

“You are”, you promise him, caressing his cheekbone, “you know that you did amazing right now, don’t you?”

He nods his head, blushing.

“Good boy”, you praise, kissing his sweaty forehead, “now, tell me. Any aches I haven’t taken care of yet? Something else you need?”

“Nothing hurts”, he assures you and sighs, “holy fuck, thank you. This was amazing."

You smile, “I had so much fun too.”

“Mommy”, he reaches for your hand.

“Yes, Bunny?”

“Can we take a bath together, please?”

“Of course, everything my Bunny needs.”

You wrap him in his aftercare bathrobe, guiding him to the bathroom while he is hugging you with wobbly knees. The bath is prepared quickly and just moments later Jungkook is sitting between your legs while you rub shampoo into his hair and kiss his neck until the water turns cold. You help him dry off and blow dry his hair for him, keeping it fluffy and messy which earns him one big smooch on his lips. 

Then you feed him a few nuts to gain back a little bit of energy and share two bottles of water with him and after brushing your teeth together it is finally time for Jungkook to find his safe sleeping space in your arms.

You are matching. Linen pyjamas with long pants but short sleeved shirts. Jungkook is currently nestled into your chest, inhaling the scent of you while you comb your fingers through his soft hair.

His thumb is playing with his wedding ring mindlessly, twirling it on his ring finger. He looks at it for a second, smiling, then he snuggles into you, closing his eyes in the process.

He falls asleep after whispering an “I love you” to you and listening to you answering him with a hushed “I love you too, so much”.​​

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[murdrdocs]

celeste <3 my darling <3 i have a a-bit-too-detailed request if and only if you’re up for it <3

ps: if you’re not comfy turning this into a fic or simply don’t want to, which is 100% up to you, then please take this as a random concept that i’d like your opinion on. or maybe just something fluffy to make you smile !!! <3 this is quite a long one, so…

steve harrington x shy! ditzy! best friend

*r = reader

lil backstory first: steve and r have been best friends for a couple of years now, and as we all like to read, are secretly in love with each other. however, from the very beginning, steve noticed his girl was quite shy and anxious, preferred to keep to herself and barely ever socialized with anyone… so even though he was interested in her from first fucking sight, he held back and tried to ease himself into her life instead— but it just so happens they became the closest of friends and steve wasn’t comfortable with jeopardizing that friendship because of his less than friendly feelings. so, friends it is.

r has a bit of a luna lovegood! vibe to her, y’know? often skips instead of walking, speaks whatever is on her mind (albeit mostly quietly as if speaking to herself and sometimes she only speaks half of her train of thought and leaves other confused) (she furrows her brows and pouts and speaks so softly steve thinks it’s fucking adorable), she’s so kind to everyone and doesn’t take jokes or teasing or straight up insults to heart, she focuses on herself and how she feels about herself the most (knows when people call her something she isn’t therefore doesn’t give them any importance). she’s always talking to animals and plants and flowers as if they’re friends and as if they hold actual conversations, like the plants and animals truly respond to her.

dresses in pretty dresses and flowy skirts and soft sweaters, butterfly clips in her hair, dainty jewelry, messy braids sprinkled in the middle of her hair, lots and lots of rings, lipgloss and highlighter and shimmery eyeshadow, loves doing those fairy wing designs with her eyeliner, chipped nail polish or glitter nail polish, has many ear piercings.

steve and his best friend are really close. you see, r has never had romantic validation or any romantic / sexual experience, she’s demisexual/demiromantic and quite introverted, neurodivergent, so being in a relationship with anyone has never been something she particularly wanted or had the time / mind for— until steve. she slowly fell for him while he was already pining for her. both consider the other theirs; steve swore off other girls pretty much as soon as her met r, and r never had eyes for anyone but steve.

r bakes her stevie sweets, sometimes even drops them off at family video when he’s working! it makes steve’s heart squeeze every time. she’s so damn sweet to him; always complimenting him and defending him from even the most playful of insults, gives him tentative cuddles like she always thinks he wouldn’t want to have her touch him, praises him often, makes him little handmade gifts like flowers pressed on glass and her favorite ring ever that steve wears of his left ring finger, she made him a necklace with his birth flower pressed on it for his birthday and gifted it to him along with a lil handmade booklet that has a bunch of their pictures together on it (plus a few with robin and the kids too). r stays up all night on the phone with her stevie whenever he has a nightmare or fights with his parents, they have movie nights and baking sessions and flower picking days!

r loves flowers, knows the meanings of every single one, and works at a flower shop

listen, steve is just as sweet to her! if not more in his own way! like how overprotective he is, how doting and caring, how much he takes care of her (the whole tying her shoelaces for her and tucking her hair behind her ear and reminding her to eat and pulling her waist to avoid her bumping into something while she talks excitedly to him without looking where she’s going). treats her like a princess, really. like royalty. to him, she deserves the world and he’ll give her everything he can. she’s been so alone all her life, though mostly by her own doing and preference, but he strives to make her feel happy and loved! they’re both crazy touch starved when it comes to the other, and r gets quite flustered and shy and blushy whenever she wants a cuddle from her stevie. her seat is always his lap, they hug often, she leans on him with her arms wrapped around his waist all the time, they bicker and tease and joke and laugh together, cheek smooches from her and forehead kisses from him are a must, they give each other pretty rocks!!!!!!!!!!!

steve’s girl is all giggles and breathless laughs and teary eyes and random thoughts, and he loves it. she’s comfortable enough with steve that she feels free to be a brat or a crybaby at times without fearing he’d judge her or leave her :((((((((

in my head, r has a fairy / witchy vibe and aesthetic to her; she often looks ethereal in steve’s eyes at the very least, a softness and light to her that make her seem straight out of a fairytale. crystals and tarot cards and stones and flowers are her thing— she loves surrounding herself with magic. she’s always sort of floaty, like she’s always with her head in the clouds and daydreaming, talking to the wind and imaginary friends, like all she needs are her flowers and animals to talk to and plants to care for. like she doesn’t care if she’s odd or weird or a freak to other people, because their opinion doesn’t matter to her. she’s unapologetically her.

she loves just existing by herself!!! which is why she’s so shocked when she realizes she wants to exist with her stevie!!! r has never wanted someone before, never wanted to kiss and to touch and to be someone’s girlfriend, but she wants her stevie to be her boyfriend so badly!!!

unbeknownst to her, steve wants her just as badly. wants to be all of her firsts— first kiss, first date, first boyfriend, first time… in his head, he wants to be her first and only. but he knows his sweet girl would need to be eased into such things, if she ever even felt the same for him. and that’s okay with him; he’d wait forever if it meant she’d be his.

the gang has a bet going on on who will confess their feelings first.

slowly but surely, steve and r become closer and closer and closer until she kisses him, an impulsive act when she finally notices steve looking at her like she looks at him, with hearts in his eyes, and the kiss makes steve melt. they kiss so softly and sweetly and she’s clearly inexperienced and tentative but it’s so good steve follows her lips whining whenever she pulls away to breathe. over and over and over. soft whimpers and breathless whines and low moans. until steve breathily asks begs to be her boyfriend.

firstly, i wanna mention the fact that i annotated tf outta this as i was reading. i didn’t wanna forget any of my thoughts butttt the annotations are out of order so bear with me.

also not proof read as per ush

as i was reading, all i could think about is how steve is willing to give everything to her.

his crewnecks, more of his side of the bed when she stays the night, the waffle he has on his plate that she’s been eyeing, … his heart. he should feel embarrassed, he knows that the man he was a few years ago would, to give up him entire being to someone who seems so unaware of the feelings he has for her. but he couldnt care less. hes so content with being her friend, because it means that he gets to exist in her space. in the light, airy, fern and flower filled bubble that she encapsulated herself, and him, into.

even though they both exist in that bubble, it doesnt cut them off from the outside world. stares and whispers and unwanted opinions still penetrate through the barrier that steve has attempted to fortify. she brushes off the intrusions, but steve attacks them. he knows that she doesnt ask for it, and sometimes dissproves of steves behavior, but he cant !! help !! it!!

she is his and so unapologetically her and steve just gets so fed up with the puritan beliefs that comes with living in bumfuck nowhere, indiana. that anger that he had whenever he was a Mean Girl comes back just for a second but then shes smiling and tucking a little daisy into his hair and hes forgetting about everything except the movie he had tucked in his backseat for the two of them to watch later that night.

not only is she steves, but theyre each others. its a known fact by everyone around town. “theyre dating, right?” everyone asks each other, and they might as well be. hands held, secrets shared, gazes swapped. they are practically boyfriend and girlfriend without the labels.

especially with that damned ring. as soon as robin sees it on steves fingers, her eyes widen and shes slapping his chest offendedly.

“you got fucking married and didnt tell me?” and steves so fucking confused. his eyebrows are furrowed and hes upset that robin took him away from his work (keith told robin and steve to start a new system for organization and its so confusing for absolutely no reason).

hes looking at robin with that confused look on his face and she points to the ring on his finger. “oh” is all steve says. he fiddles with the band with his thumb and shakes his head with a little smile on his face.

“my girl gave it to me.”

and thats it. no explanation given because there isnt one needed. shes his girl, and she gave him a gift. simple as that.

(except steves heart picks up in pace and his stomach churns hopefully as he imagines the ring meaning something more final and grandiose)

side note: steve gets into crystals because of her. she buys him a little necklace with a small cut of amethyst on it and steve becomes obsessed. he loves and admires that she has her thing and he wants something like that too :(( so he goes for crystals! so much of his money goes into expanding her collection and hes more than okay with that.

another side note: steve lets her be her truest self because he loves everything about her so so much. even her brattiness. which, steve is aware is partially his fault because he gives his girl literally everything she asks for (she jokingly asked for his beamer once and he was this close to indulging her) but thats just because he cant help it :(( shes so sweet there is no way that steve would be able to deny her anything.

which is why steve is so willing to take that leap into a relationship when she makes the first move.

at first, during that split second where her lips are about to touch his, hes worried about what kissing her would mean. what would change? would anything stay the same?

but then her lips are on his and he notices that they feel even softer than they do when she kisses his cheek and hes getting so lost in the moment and in her timid movements. shes shy and inexperienced and steve knows that he should be guiding her, but he cant help but lose himself in everything that is her. because he can smell her perfume and her soft hands are cupping his cheeks and starting to find his hair and her soft body is beginning to press against his and her hips just fit so perfectly in his hands and hes never noticed that she was made for him.

steves more than happy to find that almost nothing has changed about their relationship. she still talks to plants and animals and he talks to them with her, she gives him flowers and he gives her crystals, they still have movie nights (except with loads of kissing and heavy groping in there). truthfully the only thing that has truly changed is the label.

last side note: the gentleness that steve possesses with her transcends into the bedroom. hes all soft kisses in the crook of her neck and on her shoulders and respectful hands gently touching her and pink lips asking before he does anything. she finishes remembering the euphoria and none of the pain and shes left with an insatiable craving for all of steve that just makes their bond stronger and adds another element to their relationship.

finally had time to get to this and i hope it’s alright :(( it’s late and i think i’m flu positive so

#truly love this sm #:((( #THAT SHOULD BE ME BRO #stevesworld! #.tenfour #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff

[paridoliaaa]

hey minty! i was wondering if you could write something along these lines! i love your work! mc offers hoodie/jacket to brothers when they are cold and brothers deny (so mc doesn't get cold) and mc misunderstands thinking that they don't want their hoodie bc they have bad fashion or it would be weird etc. maybe brothers do want to accept hoodie but malfunction since it was the first time it was offered to them maybe dia if you have time/feel comfy adding him!

yes! i ofc will try my very best to make this the best it can be! i like the prompt, however i did change it up a bit (i used scarves as the giveaway in some of the brothers.) Also, I don’t write for Belphie atm unfortunately,and I have a three character minimum for each post. This one includes Luci, Mams and Levi, and I will write another one soon for Satan, Asmo and Beel! So sorry if anyone is ooc :( So, -if its okay (and since u dont have a name posted) ill call you goldie- let’s begin goldie!

Content Warnings: Insecurity, Swearing.

Word Count:2k

Lucifer

It all started because you requested Lucifer to accompany you to shop for some new clothes. Although you did have a bit of a crush on the Morningstar, your intentions were pure- you really did just enjoy his presence. Yes, he could be blunt and brash at times, but in rare moments, you could see the suggestion of a genuine smile of joy. And, he could be quite charming as well, although you’d never admit that out loud. The Devildom had always been cold, but this night in particular was especially freezing, the cold biting at your face and hands. You were cold, but it seemed that the demon to your right was faring far worse....

Hearing Lucifer’s hands rub together for the third time this evening, I decided to finally work up the courage to do something about it. “Hey Lucifer?” I called, stopping abruptly. “Yes MC? Is something the matter?” Lucifer seemed concerned, and I almost forgot why I stopped in the first place. “No, nothing of the sort. I just.... um... you-you seem cold.” I said unwinding the scarf from my neck. “And, um I just wanted to give you this..” Holding out the scarf in one hand, I finally looked up to meet his eyes. After what felt like minutes of him staring at me without saying anything, it finally dawned on me what I just did. Red-hot embarrassment crept up my spine and bloomed across my face. ‘Shit.. did I really just offer Lucifer. Fucking. Morningstar my cheap, scratchy homemade scarf? What in the hell is wrong with you, Mc!’ I lowered my hand, and stupidly felt silent tears well up in my eyes. I willed them away before meeting his eyes once again. “Heh... forget about that.. Sorry Lucifer, I don’t know what came over me there.. I don’t blame you for not wanting it..what kind of high-class demon like yourself would like some cheap handmade scarf... I’ll hope you forgive me.....” I turned away from him, the tears in my eyes returning, threatening to spill over. I began walking to the store, taking about three steps in my own pity and shame before I was yanked back into a strong pair of arms. I was immediately shrouded in a scent I knew well. I looked up to see Lucifer holding me with a look of unease on his face. “Mc, you misunderstand me. It is not that I don’t wish to take that well made scarf from you, but I do not wish for you to be cold on my accord. Believe me, with the love I hold for you, I would love to be-” “You love me?” My heart leapt to my throat, cheeks burning. “Ah, I said that out loud. Well, I suppose there’s no harm in saying anything now. Yes Mc, I love you and I wish to ask if you will allow me to court you?” Lucifer asked, grabbing my hands gently. “Yes! I would love to be your girlfriend!” I shouted, jumping in happiness. “But one thing first.” I stated. “Anything for you love.” Lucifer replied, smiling his rare smile. “You have this first!” I proclaimed, draping the scarf around his neck. And with that, he grabbed my hand and we walked off in contentment, knowing that on even the coldest days, love can warm the soul.

Mammon

Mammon is known for his impulsive adventures, most resulting in a punishment from Lucifer and a large bill to pay. However, you loved them. Maybe it was because you harboured feelings for the white haired demon, or maybe it was because you loved his personality and spending time with him, or the thrill of an adventure and breaking the rules. But it didn’t matter. You were almost always dragged into them and you never wanted it to end. This particular adventure put you and Mammon in the movie theatre for the newest Harrison Porter movie. It was cold in the theatre like usual, but you didn’t mind much. However poor Mammon who had forgotten his usual jacket, was freezing his ass off. 

It was pretty hard to focus on the movie when Mammon’s teeth were chattering loudly in the background. I sighed, and shimmied my jacket off, turning to Mammon. “Hey, Mams, you okay?” I asked, concerned to see Mammon cradling his arms around himself with his continually chattering teeth. “Y-ya of course I a-am M-Mc! Somethin as silly as t-the cold doesn’t bother The G-great Mammon!” He said, body quivering. “Mammon, come on, you’re fucking shivering! Clearly you aren’t okay!” I whisper yelled in his direction, thrusting my jacket towards him. “Here!” It was completely silent, except for the Harrison Porter movie playing in the background, and the occasional shuffle of popcorn. I looked up at Mammon, who was looking the other way, and it finally dawned on me that I offered him my old, nerdy (f/c), (f/s) jacket. ‘Mc you dumbass! Of course he wouldn’t want your ratty old jacket! What the hell were you thinking!!!!’ Embarrassment flooded my system as I choked out, “Uh.. Mammon.. it’s okay. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable..... Um, I.. I gotta use the bathroom.. I’ll be right back.” And in that moment I was happy we got backrow end seats. Easy escape. I took off for the bathroom as the hot tears finally flowed down my face. ‘Way to go dumbass! You just ruined your friendship with the best person you’ve ever met because you couldn’t think for three goddamn seconds!’ I pushed open the bathroom door and locked myself in a stall, letting all my tears of frustration and sadness seep out. Finally, when the tears stopped spilling, I unlocked the stall, touched up my makeup and pushed open the door. Still looking at the ground, I was running through excuses to give Mammon as to why I took so long when I bumped into someone. “Oh! I-I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was goin- Oh. Mammon are you okay? Why are you outta the movie??” I felt like I was gonna cry again. Suddenly, Mammon’s cheeks flared red. “I, uh.. I was worried because ya were gone for a while an’ I.... I was worried about ya okay! I didn’t want anythin to happen to ya because of me....” He rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Hey! Mc! Were ya cryin?!?!?! What happened to ya?? Yer eyes are all red an puffy! Awe shit! Is it ‘cause of yer jacket?” He asked, suddenly looking sad himself. “Um.. Mammon I told you it was okay... My weird fashion sense wouldn’t fit a model like you anyways...” “NO! I mean.... I wanted ta take it! I jus’ panicked ‘cause it’s yer jacket an’... well, I don’t think I could take wearing somethin that smells like ya! I just love ya too much!” If his cheeks were red before, now they were practically boiling. “I- Yo- I didn- i Um” Mammon spluttered, waving his hands like a madman. I grabbed his red face and planted a kiss flat on his lips. “I love you too, you moron. Now c’mon, lets go finish the movie!” I said, entwining our hands together and happily skipping to the theatre entrance with Mammon sporting an equally as goofy grin following right behind. 

Leviathan

Levi is known for getting so invested in his games or animes that he neglects his own needs. Lately, you’ve been joining him to play/watch so it doesn’t happen as often, but he still neglects himself to an extent. This particular evening you had been playing for hours when you decided you needed a change of scenery. You had asked Levi to play on the console in your room just in case you fell asleep. He reluctantly agreed, and you headed there. Once you had settled in, you noticed Levi was shivering quite a bit...

I was carefully observing Levi for any discomfort as he usually doesn’t come to my room. I definitely didn’t want to scare the poor otaku I had accidentally fallen in love with off and I wanted him to find comfort in my room. So, when I had caught his fourth carefully concealed shiver, I decided enough was enough. I dragged the (f/c) Ruri-chan hoodie over my head and thrust it toward Levi. It took him several moments to realize I was holding something out to him, and when he did he paused his game quickly to acknowledge me. “Mc do you need something?? I’m kinda in the middle of something.” He snapped at me. Still holding strong, I explained quickly. “Um.. I saw you shiver and I thought... maybe you would want my hoodie??” His eyes grew large and he looked down at my outstretched hands. Surely enough, his eyes caught my hoodie and he quickly turned away. So quickly that it was apparent that he wanted nothing to do with my hoodie or me for that matter. He unpaused his game as the arm holding my hoodie dropped along with my heart. He was loosing. He never looses. ‘Grrreeeat! You scared the love of your life off with a hoodie because your dumbass couldn’t realize he doesn’t like you that much! Now there goes your only chance at a friendship.’  As tears threatened to fall from my eyes I slinked over to my bed and pulled back the covers, slipping under them, turning away from Levi and mindlessly scrolling through my D.D.D. as self-depreciating thoughts slowly took over. I was so lost in my own mind that I didn’t notice Levi turning off his console and leaving to his own room. Hours later, I finally realized how late it had become, and crossed the room to plug in my D.D.D. when I heard a soft knock at my door. When I opened it, standing there in front of me was a red faced Leviathan holding a small letter that he pushed into my hands and awkwardly stared at the ground. I pulled the envelope off and opened the letter which read, “Mc, I wanted to apologize for dismissing your kindness in lending me your hoodie earlier. The truth is, I noticed it was your Ruri-chan hoodie and I couldn’t believe that a normie human would give an otaku like myself such a wonderful gift. I couldn’t bear being surrounded by your scent, it would be too much! The truth is, I’ve been meaning to tell you that I think I love you for a while now. You are like Henry. Brave and kind, selfless and smart, funny, and attractive and friendly and so much more. And I’m sorry for leaving. I just couldn’t stand the fact that you were crying because of me. I’m sorry MC. 

Levi.”

I didn’t even realize the tears slipping from my eyes until Levi brushed them away with a worried look. “Mc?? D-did you not like it??”  “No Levi, I loved it,” I sobbed into his chest. “But I love you more and I can’t believe you feel the same!” He softly wrapped his arms around me and I asked timidly. “Levi.... do you wanna come in??” He nodded and followed me to my bed where I offered him the Ruri-chan hoodie again. This time he accepted and we curled up in bed together, falling asleep with goofy smiles.

#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obeyme #obey me levi #obey me mc #obey me fluff #obey me x reader #hurt/comfort #idk if this really counts as hurt/comfort buttttt

[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 11/41

Chapter 11: Glorious Surprises

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, anal play (butt plug), cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected PIV, unprotected PIA (female receiving) (play safe ya'll!!), DP with vibrator, squirting

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter 11: Glorious Surprises

Once you both actually clean up. You slip into a simple, flowy dress making a show of putting on some MeUndies with honey bees on them. Austin wears simple sweat shorts and a t-shirt.

He makes you eggs, toast and greens for breakfast/lunch. While you eat, your toes play together under the table. Neither of you want to break the spell of closeness that you are feeling. Ahh, 'happy-new-person' is just the best.

Austin props his elbow up on the table and sets his chin in his hand. He is watching you with a hint of a smile as you walk back and forth in the kitchen, cleaning up.

“I want to just chill for a while today, is that ok?” he asks.

“Sure, do you need some alone time?” you two have been together nonstop for about 38 hours and that is a lot for people who actually live alone.

“Yeah but, I want to do it with you… does that make sense?” a look of ‘am I weird’ crosses his face.

“Ahh, you want an introverted date," you nod your head knowingly.

“Introverted date? Hmmm, maybe," he sounds unsure.

“You want to be together but doing our separate things with no pressure to interact. Like going to a coffee shop and reading your own book but sitting side by side,” you explain.

“Yeah, I would really like that, I’m craving a flat white right now. Any ideas how we go out without paparazzi catching us?”

“I can go get coffee for us and we can go to the roof,” you need to hit the drugstore for some items for later anyway.

“I didn’t know there was a rooftop patio on the building, “ he says.

“There isn’t, but I happen to have a key for the roof. I had to go check the AC unit up there last week. There is a spot we can go chill for a bit," you reply.

He agrees. You decide to walk to the drug store a few blocks away, giving him some time. You pick up some lube and other supplies for what you have planned for later. You stop for a couple flat whites from his favorite coffee spot and head back. The annoying photographer is waiting on the street again, but steers clear of you as you walk by.

When you get back, you head up to the roof, books and snacks in a bag. You go up the stairwell a couple floors and there is a locked door at the top. You produce the key and end up in a little room with a skylight above you and face to face with a ladder bolted to the wall. It has safety rungs spaced widely in a half circle starting not quite 6 feet up. It’s maybe a 12 foot climb.

You start climbing one handed, holding your coffee, very aware that Austin is looking right up your dress. At the top you open the hatch to the roof and step through. You are between two taller portions of the roof, the one in front of you, probably the elevator shaft, is blocking the ocean view. There is AC equipment etc up here. It is hot.

“I don’t know about this, it might be more comfy on the balcony,” he says unsure.

“Trust me Austin," you take him by the hand and lead him around the elevator shaft. He stops short, as you giggle.

On the top of the building is a virtual oasis of potted plants. There are big ones with fern and palm trees for shade and little ones too. There is even a patch of grass with two lounge chairs positioned facing the gorgeous ocean view. A little fountain burbles on the side and a couple of cool misters spray the plants. It is much cooler here in the shade.

“This is amazing!” he exclaims.

“Yeah, the super of the building is a hobby gardener. He told me I could hang up here if I wanted to," you can’t help but smile. Sitting in one of the chairs, you kick off your shoes. You reach into the bag, pull out the books and hand him his and a PBJ sandwich.

He leans down to kiss you, “This is amazing," he isn't talking about the roof top.

He sits down in the other chair, removing his shoes, then gets up and pulls the foot closer to yours. He lays back and opens his book, reaching his toes over to touch your feet.

You stay that way for much of the afternoon, reading and munching on snacks. Soon, you hear soft snoring next to you. You look over, the book is on his chest and he is out.

You get up quietly and make your way back to your apartment to prepare your ass for later. You clean yourself out with the enema you bought from the store earlier. Just thinking about Austin’s cock in your ass starts to make you wet again. You go find the silver metal butt plug in your bag of toys… and cleverly leave out your favorite vibrator on the bedside table, then shrug to yourself and leave your favorite dildo out too. You lube up the butt plug and slowly insert it into your ass, it almost feels like too much at the drop off point, it always does at first. You move it in and out a few times, loosening your hole, moaning to yourself, then it pops in and nestles between your cheeks. You love how it feels just a bit heavy when you walk. You leave your bee underwear on the end of the bed.

Once back on the roof, you find Austin is still softly snoring. You sit back down and nestle your feet against his again. You are trying to get back into your book, but the knowledge of the stopper in your ass and what is to come later is very distracting. Luckily, Austin wakes up a few minutes later, moving his feet on yours. He reaches over to you and strokes your arm.

“Hey baby,” his deep voice and soft touch further arousing you.

“Hello you," trying to keep your desire hidden, “nice nap?”

“The best,” he smiles, god that smile melts you, "do you want to head back down?”

“Let's,” is all you can say.

You gather up your things and he takes the lead. He goes down the ladder first and is looking up your dress again as you climb down. You hope he catches a glimpse of silver. When you're in arms reach, his hands slide up your legs to your naked ass as you reach the bottom.

“Where did your bees go?” he says. Your skirt is hiked up over his hands as he fondles your curves.

“Maybe they buzzed away, ” you say coquettishly.

His lips are brushing yours, “Naughty Bees, what is going to protect you from me now?”

He slides his hand between your legs and presses his palm against your mons, rubbing little circles. Little breathy “Oh's” fly from your lips to perch on his. His long fingers curl under, seeking your wet pussy lips, but his finger tips land on the hard base of your butt plug. The jostling movement makes you gasp.

“What do we have here?” he says, gently moving it around as you moan, “I thought I saw something flashing at me as you came down. Is this what you were doing while I was napping?”

You nod, biting your bottom lip.

His voice gets husky with desire, “Show me.”

“Ok, let's go back and-” you begin to turn towards the door.

“No,” he interrupts, "show me right here. Go up, sit on the cage” indicating the ladder with a nod of his head.

You climb up, his hands on you the whole time. You manage to put one leg on either side of the bottom rung of the cage, your back to the ladder. Holding on to the rung above to keep from falling, your dress streaming like the curtains of a stage behind you. You are completely exposed from below, offering Austin a gratuitous view of your pussy and ornamented ass.

“Oh fuck,” you hear him mumble to himself as he looks up.

You are hovering right in front of his face. He reaches up and pets your wet folds before touching the base of the plug with one finger and wiggling it side to side, making you clench and gasp.

Without warning, he closes the gap between his mouth and your clit. All you can do is hold on as he laps slowly, tongue swirling. He continues to wiggle the silver trinket. You wonder if you are dripping onto his shirt, you are so wet all of a sudden. He groans against your pussy, lapping deeper at your sweet cunt, the vibrations of his voice sparking more sensations of pleasure.

Then he slides his fingers in between your lips, feeling the round hardness of the plug from inside. You both are groaning in arousal. Sliding in and out of your pussy and pressing the plug, he sucks at your clit, making you squirm and pant softly. You could come like this, hanging on for dear life as you get eaten out by Austin, damn he is good with his tongue.

Suddenly he pulls away, wipes his face on your skirt and raises his hands to help you down.

“Get down, let’s go," he commands.

Untangling yourself from the metal rungs you stop when you are even with his face and kiss him hard.

“The real question, Austin, is what is going to protect you from me?" you say with a smirk.

“Not a damn thing,” there is something wild in his eyes. He tosses you over his shoulder, he is surprisingly strong. He carries you down the mercifully empty stairwell.

" Austin, I can walk you know," You giggle.

"I'm not letting you get away! Bees or no bees." Opening your apartment door, he takes you directly to your bedroom and he tosses you down onto the bed.

Before you can catch your breath, he is upon you, lips on yours, tongue dancing on yours. He is intense. His hands are kneading your breasts through your dress, his hardness hot between your legs. He reaches down and pulls your skirt up. He swirls his fingers around your clit and slides along your inner lip. He presses his finger under the base of the plug, rubbing the lube into the edges of your hole. The pressure against your asshole both inside and out and makes you moan.

“Ungh,” he growls appreciatively from his throat.

Heat rises quickly into need as he reaches to his own crotch and takes himself out. He rubs some of the wetness on his tip and then directs it to your slit. He pushes in, groaning, feeling the plug's hard bulge rub against his dick.

It. Feels. Amazing- for both of you.

He plunges in and out of you. He is propped up on straight arms above you, his hands are grasping yours, inadvertently holding you down. His head is thrown back in pleasure.

He seems to have a short attention span today as he stops after only a handful of strokes, takes a big breath and pulls out. You unconsciously whimper as he leaves you.

“Oh hunny, 'm sorry, but I’m savin' m'self for yer ass,” he smiles down at you, ”I just needed t' feel yeh 'round me.” he has dropped into his Elvis voice again.

He peels your dress off, and in a flash he is naked in front of you. You lean back on your elbows, knees bent, blatantly admiring his muscular, yet lean body.

“I would never get tired of seeing you naked, with that glorious cock, about to fuck me,” you comment.

He puffs out a little laugh, looking down and away, suddenly shy. Then his glance lands on your body, his eyes glaze over in lust. He kneels on the bed at your feet.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are? All casually leaned back, curves for days.” he reaches out, biting his bottom lip. He skims your knee and inner thigh with his fingertips. “Legs open just enough that I can see you glistening and that plug glinting at me.” He seems to have not realized that he is crawling on top of you again.

You reach out and grab the back of his neck. Pulling him to you for a deep fiery kiss, tongues curling against each other. You trap his full bottom lip between your teeth for a second before you pull away,

“Now,” you say, reaching for the lube then rolling over underneath him, “how about we start with my little surprise.” You push back into him, ass in the air, forcing him to his knees. You hand him the lube.

“Yes, Ma’am,” fucking Elvis again, still toe curling.

He starts by moving the base side to side, pushing it in a little. The thumb on his other hand stroking your lips.

“Can I pull it out?” he asks.

“Slowly,” you say, nodding.

He grasps the base and starts pulling. Your ass resists at first, having to go over the largest part of the plug first. You are gasping short little breaths.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks.

You shake your head, "It’s just stretching me is all, keep pulling.”

Finally your ass lets it go and it slides out quickly as you exhale audibly.

“Wow, that is a little bigger than I expected it to be,” he says.

“It’s smaller than your cock. You should fuck me with it a bit so I can be ready for you,” you instruct.

He drips more lube onto your asshole and rubs the toy around in it then presses it into your hole. Little ‘ohs and ooos’ sound from your mouth.

“Wow,” he breathes to himself, as your ass pulls it in past the neck.

He grips and pulls it out again, it comes easier this time. He starts rubbing your pussy, fingertips slipping in at the same time as he slowly moves the plug in and out of your ass. The stretching starts to feel good and you are pushing back against him.

After a couple minutes You reach back to get him to stop and sit up on your knees.

“Lay down,” you tell him. He puts the butt plug on the bedside table and lays on his back.

”Hold yourself,” you take a moment and appreciate how hot he looks with his cock in his hand, not being able to stop stroking himself. You drip lube on him, he groans as he rubs it in.

You straddle him and position his tip at your partially stretched ass hole.

Slowly you push yourself down onto him, trying to relax as you go. You are gasping at every inch.

He is saying “Oh, Oh, Oh,” over and over again, his head thrown back against the covers. His sexy fucking Adam's apple juts out from the curve of his neck. Finally he is fully seated in your ass.

“Oh fuck that is tight. My god-Are you ok?” he is waffling between pleasure and worry.

“Oh yes, are you?” you put your hands on his chest. He grabs your hips in response.

“Omigodyes,” he says as you move slowly up and down a few inches on his cock. Up and down. Your ass is getting used to his girth and starting to feel really, really good and you rise all the way off him and push all the way down again, your wet pussy rubbing on his pubic bone.

You are both uttering indistinct sounds of pleasure, lost in sensations.

You pull off him all the way, then push him into you, riding up and down on just the head of his cock.

He lifts his head up, eyes boring into yours from under his lashes. His neck muscles straining, chin tilted a bit to the side and down, jawline tense and heaving through his teeth. You can tell that he is barely controlling himself. You curl your lip in a naughty smile. Reassured that your ass has expanded to fit him, you pull off him and lean down close to his face.

“Ok, I’m ready,” you state.

“For what?” he asks.

“For you to take over and really fuck me in the ass,” you answer.

The corner of his mouth curves up as an animal-like growl rises in his throat. You can almost see his demon break free through his blown pupils.

He grabs you and rolls you over on to your back. He stands up, pulls you by the hips to the edge of the bed. Luckily it’s a tall bed. Your legs are splayed apart, feet up. He guides his head at your stretched out hole. Without hesitation, he pushes his cock into your ass slowly but steadily. You find your hand rubbing back and forth on your mound

“Oh fuck yes, just like that,” you affirm.

“Pull your pussy lips apart,” it was not a request. You reach down with the other hand and spread your outer labia, showing him your pink cleft. He is watching himself slide in and out of your ass.

“Mmmm, your inner lips are opening and closing as my cock moves in your ass," his fingers brush over your lips then slide inside your pussy, "Whoa, I can feel myself moving in you." He is aroused and enthralled.

“Oh that feels so damn good,” you moan.

After a few minutes of a slow, steady rhythm that bit by bit is building your orgasm, he stops his hips. His fingers leave your pussy. You open your mouth to whine but his wet fingers slide in. You start sucking and licking yourself off them greedily.

“Look at me,” he commands as you hear a buzz. You open your eyes to see your vibrator between your face and his. It's tight curve is meant to slide in and stimulate both your g spot and your clit.

“I’m going to slide this into your pussy as I fuck your tight little ass," you recognize that he is as much asking, as telling you.

Your eyes widen and you nod as your nostrils flare in desire. You have always wanted all your holes filled. You grab his hand to keep his fingers in your mouth.

He slides the vibrator into your saturated slit. And starts to move in and out of your ass again, feeling the pulsations on his cock.

“Ohgawohgawohgaw” your words are stoppered by his fingers. You are lost in sensations. His dick in your ass, pushing the vibrator up into your g-spot with every thrust, his fingers in your mouth and the vibrating sensations on your clit. These are your whole world right now.

You hear a howling. You realize it’s you, screaming around his fingers. Your climax is starting from a whole new place, deep inside you.

You wail as you come, squirting around the vibrator, drenching his cock and your ass in sweet fluids.

“Oh my god,” he intones. He slows down for a second, “Fuck that is hot.”

You turn off your vibrator off, trying to catch your breath. He reaches down and turns it back on, pressing it to your clit.

”Oh no baby you keep that going,” he holds it in place and begins moving back and forth with intensity. Your own juices lubing your asshole and his cock.

You feel out of your body. “I. don’t. know . if….. “ each word breaking from your tongue with each delicious thrust. You both want more and aren't sure if you can take it.

You feel his hand in the middle of your chest, pressing down tethering you to the bed, to your body, to the incredible pleasure he is giving you.

“Oh no, you are gonna take my cock until we both come,” his voice is low, rumbling and coarse with desire.

You nod, fucking loving this dominance.

He lets go of the vibrator to grasp your upper thigh, pulling you onto him as he pounds into your ass harder than before. You start to fall apart, only his hand on your chest is keeping you from disintegrating.

He fucks you hard, a string of 'oh yeah's' falling from him and crumbling into panting vocalizations.

You thrash, keening like a siren, on his cock, squirting all over him again. The vibrator pops out in a gush. He keeps on slamming into your ass for another couple of glory filled minutes. You are still coming so hard, you are starting to see black at the edges of your vision. For second you go limp, but don't realize it. Finally, a savage roar rips from his chest, his whole body shakes as he thrusts deep, shooting his cum into your ass.

He collapses on top of you. You are both panting, shivering. Your ass squeezes around his cock with each immense aftershock, making you both squirm. Finally, he starts to pull out of your ass. It is so wet with his cum and your fluids, it feels so fucking good. You can’t help but rub your pussy as he pulls out. You feel his cum leaking out and down your crack. You squeeze your knees together curling fetal around your core as you moan and convulse.

He is right there behind you, arms around you. Whispering to you, coaxing you back to him.

You two stay that way for a while as your heartbeats recover and the world normalizes. He is stroking your hair.

“Are you ok baby, I thought you passed out for a second?” he asks, sounding a little concerned.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you breathe and nod.

“Oh. My. God. “ he rolls onto his back,” did that just happen?”

You rollover, nestling alongside his chest, “if you mean how you fucked my ass so hard and so well that I squirted all over you. Then you did it again and I came for like 10 minutes and almost blacked out. Then yes, it did just happen.”

”I have never gotten to witness squirting before, did you know you could do that?” he asks, impressed.

“No, that was the first time I’ve gushed like that,” you answer.

“I have to revise your statement from this morning,” he puts his finger on your chin to tilt your head up, boring into your soul with his eyes, “I don’t know what we did to deserve this, but it's so much more than fun.”

The only reply you have is to kiss him. He is right, ‘fun’ is too shallow a word for what just passed between you.

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[yoisami]

sakiiiiiii your event sounds so fun vshsbd awww I'd love to take part!!!!

ok so you know my name already but hana :D and idk if you saw this coming but I pick kuroo :D

I think my personality would be uhhh let's see I'm kind of shy around new people??? But I get very comfortable if you get to know me and I think I can be fun to hang out with if I'm comfy with you. I will always listen to or atleast try to listen to my friends' problems and try my best to give solutions and I try my best to create good first impressions!! I'm definitely much quieter around ppl I'm not exactly close with and I'm kind of an overthinker cuz I overanalyse the smallest situation lol. I also love hugging people and being hugged (also again if I'm comfortable with one then) and I really like words of affirmation and acts of service. I mean if people write texts saying they appreciate me I find that very sweet and I'll prolly love you forever lol (ty saki for that birthday wish I still read it and it makes me blush).

I really like music and literature as well as movies and tv shows (fleabag and dead poets society ftw) I also love greek mythology and mythology in general I like polaroids and film photography too! Oh and also hot chocolate and vanilla scent! I do not like people who interrupt others or like yk when you're trying to get a point across but the other party just isn't ready to listen? It infuriates me!!! Also hate carrots yuck;( oh I also don't like math and learning up history

Sounds cliche but I'd like to go to an art museum for a date and then just walk around with ice cream talking about whatever. An aesthetically pleasing cafe also sounds good tbh!

There isn't any colour I specifically hate so go all out :D :D (ok maybe except like neon yellow it's a bit meh)

yoisami’s first random event — request no. 1 (@rewh0re)

# COLOUR YOUR LOVE !

notes from saki: hi hana bae, thank u for participating („ᵕᴗᵕ„) !! and yes i saw it coming bc who else loves kuroo more than u ?? anyways i hope u like it hehe (and apologies if u don’t like the colour i gave u ;-;).

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: THE COLOUR THAT BEST DESCRIBES YOU AND KUROO TETSUROU’S RELATIONSHIP WOULD BE...

ORANGE CHIFFON COLOUR HEX CODE: #FAAB7D

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა 💭: you and kuroo’s relationship seems like it would be light-hearted, supportive and mature. it’s exhilarating like a rollercoaster ride, or a summer day at the beach, but at the same time, it can be calm like the waves in the early morning. this relationship is full of teasing, playful banter (which would be initiated by kuroo) and giggles, and prolonged embraces and meaningful apologies when jokes accidentally cross the comfort border :)

SO... WHY ORANGE CHIFFON?

orange chiffon, in my opinion, looks like a colour that resonates with happy moments, laughter and encouragement, which are things that i think encapsulates you and kuroo as a couple. i believe that in this relationship, you and kuroo spend a lot of time teasing each other (whether it be you making fun of his bedhead, or him making fun of your height), and that is what makes your relationship light-hearted. i can also imagine you and kuroo spending a lot of time laughing with each other—maybe you share the same humour, but i’m sure it’s because you’re both comfortable with each other. i feel like kuroo would also try really hard to make you laugh as he views it as an accomplishment that fuels his confidence!

you’re both incredibly supportive of each other’s dreams and goals, and you both catch each other when the other falls. he knows you like it when he writes you little notes, so on the day of any big event you have (a presentation, an exam, or an interview), he’ll slip a note of encouragement in the top/side pocket of your bag, hoping you’ll read the note (because you reach in there the most).

however, orange chiffon is much lighter than the typical orange colour, and also toned down in vibrancy. to me, this somewhat represents a sense of maturity. a typical orange colour would be brighter, indicating more energy, which i think, would be more likely to associate with naïve teenage relationships. while you and kuroo have your fun being together, it’s slightly different to a relationship between two sixteen-year-olds who fall in love for the first time. i also have a feeling that you’re not each other’s first loves, but you’re each other’s most memorable love—the kind of love that you cannot forget. you could have started off as friends who attended the same high school, and eventually as time went on, when you’re both older and wiser, you fell in love with both the good and bad parts about each other.

because of kuroo’s constant teasing, i feel like disputes mostly arise from that. it sometimes seems like he’s never taking things seriously, but he just assumes that a joke here and there could make you feel better. or sometimes, he goes a little bit overboard, and says something insensitive. while kuroo is proud, he’s never unwilling to admit when he’s done something wrong. he handles most disputes maturely, and as an indirect way to ask for forgiveness, i can see him cleaning the dishes even though it’s your turn to do so today, or taking out your set of pyjamas and leaving them on your bed so you don’t have to get them yourself. it might take you a while to forgive him, but at the end of the day, you always walk back into his arms while he profusely apologises. and of course, his way of making up to you is by spending time with you, suggesting to watch your favourite movie or television show while cuddling you the whole time.

© yoisami 2023. all images used are from pinterest. colour names are obtained from pantone.

#୨୧ COLOUR YOUR LOVE ! event

[blair-the-juggalho]

Hey! Can I request ericson kids x a really strong reader? Like reader can pick them up easily, bridal style maybe, and they just do it randomly

Hey of course I can! Thank you for the request and I love your writing! :)💖 soz if they’re a bit short btw <:) xXx

Violet

She knew you where strong and she really liked it!

She got really embarrassed whenever you picked her up in public

But when it’s just you too she loves it!

It spooks her a bit when she’s just chilling and you come up behind her and surprise pick her up

But she gets over that when she turns to see you face

She’s gotten use to you just carrying her places

Which she loves because that means she can just relax for once

She finds being in your arms low key comfy lmao

Mitch

He was so impressed when he found out how strong you where!

He would defo do mini tests to see who was stronger like who can do more push ups and such!

When you first picked him up without warning man screamed

then he got all embarrassed and stuff

He’s use to it now and finds it so funny when you pick him up and just walk off with him!

And he will definitely try to do the same to you

Imagine this man getting into another argument right? Sigh. What to do? Pick him up walk off and hug that man still he calms tf down!

Even if he’d be all embarrassed by it everyone knows it’s either that or another stupid fight

Louis

He loves that your strong!

He’ll squeeze your muscles and do a dramatic swoon

And this man LOVES thank you pick him up

It makes him feel so special when you pick him up and take him off somewhere

If you did it as a surprise, he’d have his eyes closed and then say

“Hm now who could’ve picked me up? Could it be my lovely partner?”

He opens his eyes

“Yep! Yep it is. Hey darling!”

Marlon

Was very pleased to see that your strong

It means that you can protect your self!

But the first time you picked him up he was stunned

“Oh! Look at that…I’m up here now.”

He liked it! He was just a bit taken back

And now whenever you do it randomly he’ll do a dumb goofy smile at you, point off into the distance and ask you to take him there

He gets all confident and acts all snobby when you pick him up but he’s just so happy and proud to be with you!

Aasim

Is a little embarrassed at first

Only because he’s a bit insecure that his partner is much much stronger than him lmao

He soon gets over it and starts to love it!

When you first picked him up he too screamed a bit

But like vi he loves being in your arms so he doesn’t mind

He prefers that you only really pick him up when your alone but doesn’t mind if it’s in public

I mean how else do you get the man all cheered up if you don’t parade him threw the courtyard?

Omar

Absolutely loved that you where strong

He wasn’t too sure about getting picked up though

That was until you did it, then he was hooked

As long as it’s not whiles he’s preparing food he loves the way you just swoop him up!

He’s gotten use to just being picked up at random times by you so now when you do it it’s just

“What a nice surprise. Are you you going to let me get back down now?”

He genuinely does love it tho :)

Ruby

She liked that you where strong!

However when you first go and pick her up she nearly slaps you

“Sorry, sorry! You startled me!”

She does like being picked up now though!

She always excitedly squeals

“Ok ,darlin’, take me to the greenhouse!”

Will also take this time to cling on to you and give you a kiss on the cheek <3

Brody

This girl loves the fact that you can just pick her up whenever you feel like it

The first time she was a little scared

“Ah, yes…you uh did it! Can I go back down now?”

But now when you do it randomly sure she still jumps but she loves it

“Hello, sweetie. Pleasure seeing you here!”

She’s another one who’d take the chance to start cuddling you and kiss you face <3

#twdg mitch #twdg #the walking dead game #twdg x reader #twdg violet #twdg omar #twdg louis #twdg ruby #twdg marlon

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𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞; 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

«what about this one?» your eyes were full of joy while you were holding up with the tip of your fingers a blue sweater that you had seen suna wear sometimes.

he was laying down on his bed, arms holding his chin up, while inspecting the clothing you were showing him with a lazy smile. «i do like that one,» he says, nodding.

your nose crunched a little, looking down at the fabric in your hands. you really liked that one too, with its comfortable texture and pastel color - not to mention that it still strongly smelled like him - but you were ready to toss it away with the others that had already been unapproved. after a loud sight, you mimicked a throw, but suna stopped you with his hands suddenly on yours. you didn’t even hear him move and now his face was so close to yours - and it wasn’t even the first time because, after all, you were sort of dating, but your cheeks flushed anyways. «you can take that one with you, i don’t mind.»

your eyes brightened quickly and you let out a giggle. the idea of picking one of his clothes for you to wear around, to “always have him with you” was originally yours, but rintaro didn’t mind it at all. it made him happy to see you happy. «really?» you asked, holding the sweater closer to your chest. he smiled too, while his chest felt warmer as he saw the look you had on your face. «of course, love.» ‘i’d say yes to anything, if you’d ask me’, but he didn’t add that, maybe because he didn’t want you to feel too powerful, or maybe because he didn’t even know yet, how much power you actually had over him.

however, his heart raced even more once you threw yourself onto him, hugging his body with a light yet meaningful squeeze. «you are amazing, rin. thank you.» priceless. the look in your eyes was just priceless - and he couldn’t even manage to put it into words how grateful he actually was, just for having you around. but suna didn’t say anything, instead he wrapped his arms around your torso and hugged you back.

the lights are on, in suna rintaro’s apartment, in the breathing center of tokyo. one of the coolest, newest and ideal areas to live in the city. lots of shops, tons of cafes and nice people walking up and down the street everyday. he has been living there for a while now, actually a couple of months, even if he’s never really home. between games and practice, most of his days are outside of the house. that’s why he never got a dog or any other kind of pet to keep him company, just plants that are very low-maintenance.

his favorite place, in that fairly big apartment, is the main bedroom bed. it’s big, comfy and always has clean sheets on it - rintaro makes sure they get changed every week or so. he loves spending his lazy mornings there, those rare occasions he gets, and lingers to find its comfort every night after practice - even if, when he stretches his arm to the side, the place next to him is empty.

right now, face down in the mattress, eyes widened and phone not far from his hands, suna rintaro wishes this bed could swallow him and never let him go. he wishes to be gone, forever forgotten. he wishes to be someone else, somewhere else. he wishes to be asleep.

the screen is still on, firm on the chat he had just now opened. it wasn’t such long ago when he got home from practice, dropping his bags on the floor. he had run to the shower, left his phone alone on the sheets, and when he came back shortly after to check on it - just to see if something was up - a notification from instagram had then appeared.

he was used to getting a lot of messages on his social medias, since he was a famous professional athlete, but that one really struck him. as soon as he read the username, the last name, he knew he could not possibly ignore it. suna had then read quickly, but had frozen immediately afterwards. a low pitched frustrated moan had left his lips and he had so curled in a ball of sadness in his bed - and that’s, well, pretty much how he ended up in this situation.

breathing deeply, his hand reaches towards the phone once again, just to read the message one more time - for what it feels like the millionth. “dear suna, i hope you are doing good. this is mei, y/n sister. it’s been a while since we saw each other but i bet you can remember how annoying i used to be back then, always that little girl following around - and for that i apologize, but in my defense i was eight and you were eighteen and everything you did was magnificent in my eyes.” rintaro smiles, thinking back. he remembers the little girl she was back then, always with two braids in her hair and some tooth missing. “however, i am not sure if you will see this but i feel like you deserve to know all of this.”

suna has to take another deep breath now, well knowing what he’s about to read. unconsciously, he does that out-loud, slow and steady «my sister, y/n, is to be married in a week, next friday. she has a venue booked somewhere in the suburbs and is eager to make this big step, but i can’t just ignore what happened between you guys like she is doing. i am not that strong. answer this message if you see this, please, and if you want i will tell you more.» then his voice tones down a bit, seemingly scared of somebody hearing the upcoming part «however, if this news does not affect you at all, i’m more than fine with it. just let me know; at the end of the day, it’s your life, you decide, but i’ll tell you the same thing i told y/n: you owe it to yourself. you promised, after all. in hopes to see you around, mei.»

his eyes are still looking at the screen, but not seeing it anymore. they are wondering, back in the memories he had left closed for years in a drawer of his brain, unwilling to share them with anybody. you were still in his thoughts, everyday and everywhere, and yet you were marrying someone else. what happened to your promise?

it was late at night, but it wasn’t cold. it was summer, and you and suna were laying on the grass outside your high school gym, maybe waiting for someone to come look for you. there was sadness in the sticky air, because you had just told him the news. your dream university accepted you, somewhere in europe and you were soon moving away from tokyo, japan and him. you were leaving, and even if he told you to stop apologizing, you couldn’t help yourself.

«i am so sorry, rin. i wish i could find a way to make this easier, you know?» your hand reached towards his. he laced your fingers together, looking up at the night sky. suna was still sweaty from practice, but none of you cared. «you shouldn’t be sorry, love. it’s okay.»

«but i am sorry, really. i didn’t want to hurt you.» your voice was soft but he still heard the subtle crack in your tone. he didn’t want you to cry, so he stood up and pulled you too until you were on the same eye level.

«can i promise you something?» his eyes were shining, and yours too. you chuckled, sniffing immediately, unable to hold the tears back. his sudden energy was different. «of course, rin. anything.»

he pulled his pinky out, lacing it to yours. you wouldn’t stop smiling at his cuteness, almost as if you weren’t crying at the same time, and he said «i promise that when i will become a famous, rich and handsome volleyball player, i will come look for you no matter where you are and i will marry you.»

the words fell out of his mouth as if they were nothing, but from the look in his eyes you could tell he was being for real. you laughed again, lightly, while your cheeks flushed, tears rolling down. «i couldn’t ask for anything better than spending my life with you, rin.» and held his pinky with a bright smile. he looked at you directly, and leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead. «promise?» «i do. i promise.»

not smiling at the people around him, suna rintaro is hating on the shirt he chose to wear to this stupid reception. the wedding has yet to start, he has yet to see you, but everything is annoying him to the core.

mei was standing right there next to him two seconds ago, then she had to run off somewhere to do something that she didn’t really explain. it was nice catching up with her for a while, but honestly now that he was alone the only thing he was able to think about was you, and why did he let your sister drag him into this.

what was he gonna do? crash the wedding? scream ‘i have something against this union!’ in the middle of the ceremony? what was his plan, coming there? he definitely is looking stupid now, in his suit and shirt with all this people eyeing him subtly and wondering where have they seen him before.

he recognized your mom, your brother and your grandma, yet he feels so awkward. he would feel a little better, maybe, if someone from high school shows up, but he can’t find anybody in this crowd. he kind of wishes osamu, aran, kita - oh, god, please even atsumu is fine - pops up but nobody seems to be here.

at some point, eventually, the music starts and he’s not quite sure how, but everything starts feeling as if he is in a bubble. suna sees his life, his body, as if he is a fly on the wall. impersonal, far, lonely.

you are walking down the aisle in the most beautiful dress he has ever seen. your dad is walking with you and you are smiling, so bright like you always do, wiggling your fingers towards random relatives in the crowd. your hair is flowing, the corset of your dress embrace your body perfectly and your eyes are glowing, a lovestruck and overwhelming aura surrounding you.

suna rintaro hasn’t seen you in years, and you have became even prettier. he has known you since you were like ten, with your bangs all over the place and a funny smile. he had been in love with you since you are thirteen, your hips widened and you caring glaze always fixated on him - in your hand, a first-aid kit ready to medicate small injuries from all his volleyball practices. he has known he wants to spend everyday of his life with you, no matter how much time you have left or how much has passed, since you are seventeen, while observing you picking out which outfit to wear at your birthday party - clueless that you are going to be the most beautiful person in his eyes always and forever. he is twenty-eight and now he sees you walking down the aisle towards another man that is not him, smiling and looking as breathtaking as always.

there is no hesitation in your eyes and now suna knows he is in the wrong place. he comes back in his body as if someone who had him under a spell suddenly decided to break it and takes a few steps back. the vows are being said while he is moving backwards towards a side door, because he can’t stop looking at you even now that he is leaving forever. you can’t know he has been there, that he still loves you after all these years. you must not see him.

but maybe things don’t go as planned for a reason, or at least that’s what suna hopes when your wondering eyes meet his. in the silence of the room, only the man officiating the wedding speaking, your eyes meet and suna knows he is probably tearing up. you widen yours lightly, maybe surprised maybe shocked, and your mind goes back to that summer night outside the school gym and that promise that has haunted you ever since. you wish it was that easy, that you could just run to suna and bury your face into his neck and tell him about everything you always wish you could have told him. but now it’s too late. it’s almost been ten years and yes, suna respected his terms. he had become famous, you saw him on tv, and he did actually came back for you - he is there now - but you just can’t anymore. you have moved on.

and so, with a smile that makes suna’s heart ache, you answer at the question “do you take this man here as you devoted and loving husband?” with a heartfelt «i do. i promise.»

suna had been crying all afternoon, sitting alone on a bench that everybody else seemed to have forgotten in that crowded and rowdy city. he had lost his mother in the chaos that tokyo is, and even if he was eleven, a big boy, he was still very scared to be left alone.

but then a tiny little hand had made its appearance on his knee. eyes full of sadness and tears, he had looked up and met a cheerful, joyful gaze and bangs all over the place. «hey, are you lost?» he nodded, somehow reassured by your presence, while mumbling «i’m rintaro, i lost my mom.»

the little girl smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but think her smile was funny. «my name is y/n, i’m ten and i will help you find your mommy. come with me rin, we can always ask my mom for help. she aaaaalways know what to do!» so you held out your hand, grabbing his and pulling him towards where your mother was sitting, sure that her help would have been necessary.

suna rintaro found his mom half and hour later. turn out she had been desperately looking for him too, but in a total different area. «tokyo it’s a crowded place.» you had commented, still not leaving rintaro’s hand. his mom smiled at him sweetly, then proceeded to thank you by inviting you over their place for a play date. «if your mommy is okay with it,» she clearly added. and you mother was indeed fine with it, helping you set up the date.

«we are gonna be great friends, rin.» you assured the little boy, smiling. he didn’t look quite sure, but nodded anyways, agreeing bluntly.

and as he is walking back to his car, right now, seventeen years later, suna wishes he could go back and tell that little girl that no, they are not gonna be great friends. they are going to fall in love with each other once teenagers, helplessly and selflessly, and then live a life apart.

as he drives away, suna rintaro looks at the road in front of him and thinks about his life now. he is not alone, sad or forgotten. he is someone, he has done something. he might not be loving you right now, not the way he wants to, yet there is you somewhere in him. you have been with him forever, and you will always be. one day, maybe in another life, you will keep your promise too, but now you are happy with somebody else. and even if his heart hurts and his eyes cry, suna is happy for you - even if you love somebody else, now.

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