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Ungodly Hour: Day 2

You decide to give Jungkook exactly what he wanted - a date. @suciedad-divina @satisfied18 @y2k5bby @petalsofink @swga-ficrecs @rrrapmonste-rr @xtrataerrestrial @bangctans @danielle143 @taekritimin123 @thelilbutifulthings @jksjx @tasha-0795 Series Masterlist

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Warning: semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), smut, simp jungkook, car sex, creampie, unprotected sex, dirty talking, feelings being expressed :'), dom jungkook, submissive reader,

DAY 2

“Excuse me?” Jungkook is taken aback by your words and he releases a deep scoff from his throat. “No.”

You roll your eyes at Jungkook’s dramatic response. “I’m saying. It doesn’t have to be anything over the top.”

“Y/N…” Jungkook grasps both of your hands from the other side of the kitchen island. “...we’re not having our first date in my living room binge watching Law & Order and eating pizza.”

You sigh and slump your shoulders. “We can even watch whatever nerd shit-”

“Nerd shit?!” Jungkook appears offended. “Just because I watch a little Marvel.” he then shakes his head. “Look, that's honestly besides the point. Me and you are going on a real date.”

The following morning when you woke up, you were surprised to not see Jungkook. You recalled after the shower the two of you took that slumber came soon after, you sporting one of his shirts. The spot where you last recalled him was left cold, meaning that he was gone for the majority of the time you slept.

You washed up, brushing your teeth vigorously to get rid of your morning breath. You then make your way down the hall to where you hear Jungkook scurrying around in the kitchen. “You don’t have to be so sappy.” you recall snickering, leaning against the other side of the island.

“Seriously?” Jungkook scoffed. “I woke up early to assure you have an amazing breakfast and this is what you say to me?” Jungkook shook his head but there's a tiny smile on his lips. “Picked these flowers fresh for you this morning. Hope the neighbor doesn’t mind.” Your eyes glanced at the assorted flowers that appeared as if they’ve been snatched from someone’s garden - the stems are all different sizes and didn’t appear to be bought from a shop or a grocery store.

You and Jungkook ate breakfast, you happily munching on everything he cooked for you without as much as a care. You and him sat side by side, entirely too close, and enjoyed the company the two of you provided.

“Let’s go on a date.” Jungkook had said once he was done with his own food - a random silence falling before the two of you prior to him speaking.

Your head turned to Jungkook slowly, his eyes already on you and awaiting a response.

“You already said you were my girl…” Jungkook trailed off, lifting his hand to cup your chin. “...if you cut off the play hard to get game you love to play, then we can do what we both want to do.”

“Okay.” you nodded your head, not only surprising yourself at your agreement, but also Jungkook. His eyes turned wide and in an instant, he’s smiling wide.

“I’m thinking…a picnic? A movie? Dinner? How about we just do it all?” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders.

“A picnic movie…dinner?” you tilt your head with a smile on your lips. “Isn’t that what I suggested we do here?”

“Fuck, Y/N.” Jungkook drops your hands to run his hands through his hair. “You don’t go out on date’s much, do you?”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook, you think.

“Dates are supposed to be things we do outside the home.” Jungkook says slowly, speaking as if you were a child.

“I know what a fucking date is.” you roll your eyes. “Fine. I’ll let you plan this…picnic movie dinner date. Whatever the fuck that is.”

Jungkook then claps his hands together. “Thank you!” Jungkook comes around the island to wrap you in a tight embrace, your back against his torso. “Then soon you’ll agree to be my girlfriend and everything will fall into place.”

“I don’t think so.” you snicker, but even you didn’t believe your words. You were, damn you say this, beginning to like having Jungkook around.

“Mhmm.” Jungkook hums, his embrace only getting tighter. “Who knows what you’ll agree to when you’re on my dick.”

“Excuse-”

“I feel like you’ll agree to a marriage proposal as long as I fuck you right.” Jungkook continues, chuckling after the words are spoken. His right hand grips your breast tightly before it dips down between your legs.

Jungkook’s shocked when you initial the kiss first, turning your head to press a needy kiss to his lips. It causes him to groan into it, cupping your sex entirely.

“Can I sit on your face?” you plead.

“Always.” Jungkook nods hastily, hoisting you off of the island stool to make his way down the hall to his bedroom.

NIGHT 2

“How the hell did he get my mother’s number?” you asked Jungkook in pure disbelief, re-reading Jimin’s tweet.

“Please don’t involve me in that.” Jungkook glances away from the road to you. “I have no idea how. It’s Jimin. He has his ways.”

You groan, turning off your phone and putting it to the side. “Fuck Jimin.”

“Well, he is the reason you agreed to go on a date with me. He’s going to be the godfather to our children.”

You snarl at Jungkook’s words, heat rushing through you. “You always go years in advance, do you?” you grumble. “I thought Jimin hated me.”

“Hate you? Of course not!” Jungkook begins to laugh as if it's the funniest statement in the world. “He actually really likes us together. Says we fit.”

You furrow your brows at the new information. Jimin wasn’t an outright asshole, but neither was he someone you considered that “liked you”.

“He’s just a little upset. I kicked him off the streaming services so you can have a better experience.” Jungkook snorts. “But he tells me all the time that he ships us.”

“Huh.” you nod slowly. “I suppose that means I have your friend’s approval.” you joke.

“Of course.” Jungkook laughs. He places a hand on your thigh while the other is firmly on the steering wheel. “I already met the in-laws. You milk my dick every night-”

“Ugh.” you slap his hand away from your thigh and cross your arms. “Y/N, baby. Stop denying fate.” Jungkook says. “We’re going on our first date. It has to be something to tell our kids about. So if you can kindly behave.”

Jungkook was adamant about a picnic movie dinner date - in his own way. The night is cool and far too chilly to have a picnic outside, not only that, but it was dark. He managed to find a drive in theater that was showing a horror movie tonight and before the journey there, he had gathered dinner - chinese takeout with an abundance of drinks and snacks to share along the way.

“Kinda dead.” you note as Jungkook comes to the drive-in theater. There’s a man at a concession stand who appeared to be half asleep upon Jungkook entering. He doesn’t bother to stop Jungkook so he can pay, just nodding his head for him to drive along.

“Even better.” Jungkook murmurs to himself. There’s only 2 cars that he can see parked further from one another and from his own. “I’m so excited.”

You couldn’t help but grim st Jungkook’s excitement. His determination to date you was cute, you’d admit.

“What movie is on now?” you ask, taking off your seatbelt to get comfortable.

“Let’s see…it follows.” Jungkook scrolls through his phone for a bit. “Followed by some more horror. We can stay for one more if you’d like.”

You nod your head.

The date was nice. Jungkook kept his car on so the heat could circulate and the both of you ate and talked, laughing at a few scenes or small jokes that each of you would send.

Was this what your life turned to? A domesticated realtionship with Jeon Jungkook - the same boy you swore was the embodiment of a fuck boy? Your mother always told you not to judge a book by its cover and that’s exactly what you had done with him.

But you’d give yourself slack. Jungkook looked like a fuck boy - tattoos, piercings, hot body and was a smooth talker? How could you think any other way?

But then Jungkook and his stubborn competitiveness came in. He was determined to prove you wrong - prove that he could be someone you could like more than just a fuck buddy.

“What’s on your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook turns to you, a trail of sauce down the side of his lips. “You’ve been staring into space for a while now.”

You take a sip of your drink - Jungkook insisted you tried this flavored soda that was one of his favorites; you weren’t so sure if you liked it as much. “Just thinking.”

“While there’s a murderer on the loose?” Jungkook furrows a brow, licking the sauce away with his tongue. “You would surely be the first to die.”

You roll your eyes in response.

“What’s on your mind?”

“What is it that you like about me exactly?”

Jungkook turns to you fully. “I had this speech set out for a one year anniversary.” he sighs.

“Can you get serious?” your body feels hot and Jungkook laughs.

“I like how stubborn you are. You always keep me on my toes. I never get bored when I’m with you.”

“Yet.”

Jungkook frowns. “Don’t ruin the moment with your negativity.” he quips. “You aren’t afraid to shit talk me even when I know deep down in that shell of a heart…” Jungkook smirks at your scowling face. He drops his chopsticks into the container he was eating and grasps your chin between his fingers. “...you love my company just as much as I love yours.”

“Simp.” you mumble.

“I’ll always simp for my girl.” Jungkook retorts. “If you don’t believe me, Y/N. I can continue.” Jungkook drops your chin. “I come to like the way you look in the morning. Drool on my pillow-”

“Fuck you.” you groan. “-while you snuggle close into me.” Jungkook laughs at your reaction. “I like watching you eat until you’re full and not be embarrassed that I’m watching. I love cooking for you, too.”

You swallow at Jungkook’s words.

“I like buying you things because there’s that softness in your eyes when I give it to you. It’s nice for those few seconds that you’re silent, just smiling. It makes me want to buy you even more things.”

“You can stop now.” you murmur to him, your heart pumping out your chest, so loud you’re sure he can hear it.

“I like how good to me you are.”

“I don’t think I’m that good.” you scoff with a shake of your head. You don’t do anything for Jungkook - not as much as he does for you, that is.

“You are.” Jungkook begins to close the lids of his food, deciding that the food could wait. He places the food back inside the bags and discards them in his back seat. “You’re so good for me. When you sit on my face. When you let me take control. You’re always good to me.”

With each passing word, Jungkook’s voice drops until it’s in a complete whisper.

“You allow me to hold you close, to kiss you, touch you…” you don’t realize how your legs are clenching until it’s friction. Curse your body for giving out on you when it comes to Jeon Jungkook and his deep voice.

“I can go on and on all night, Y/N.” Jungkook speaks with a tilt of his head.

You inhale, closing your eyes for a bit. “Jungkook…” you say, opening your eyes to look straight at him. “...take your dick out.”

Jungkook furrows his brows at your request. “Huh-”

“Just take your dick out.” you say, shoving Jungkook in the shoulder.

Seriously, fuck Jeon Jungkook and his way of words that makes you just want to wrap your mouth around his dick.

Jungkook nods hastily, wasting no time doing what he’s told.

The car isn’t big - you’re used to a lot of space when being with Jungkook. But, you would make it work. You wrap a hand around the base of Jungkook cock, tongue sticking out. A trail of saliva falls onto the tip of his cock and Jungkook shudders.

You begin to suck on the tip of Jungkook’s cock, focusing on it entirely. Your hands pump the length of him just like you know he likes it.

Jungkook places a hand on top of your head, resting in your hair. He winches in pleasure, eyes snapping shut.

You take Jungkook in you deeper and deeper - so deep that he’s hitting the back of your throat. You’re clenching around nothing now, your underwear soaking by the second, but you didn’t care. You wanted Jungkook now more than ever - if even possible. The sounds of your slurping echo off the car walls, Jungkook turning down the radio so the movie wouldn’t distract him from you.

“You’re always so, fuck…good to me.” Jungkook pants. It’s like he’s told you - there was never a true dull moment. Even outside of sex, he never knows when he’s going to get himself into when he’s with you.

You pop his cock from your mouth, a thin line of saliva connecting your mouth to it. “Do you want to cum in my mouth?” you ask him, wheezing. “Or on my face?”

“I-I don’t know.” Jungkook’s cheeks are dusted red by your sudden question. He’s never thought about cumming on your face - and the thought now interests him. However, it also makes him feel as though you’re something that he doesn’t think of you as - a simple slutty hookup.

Your tongue twirls slowly onto the tip, lightly passing the small hole as you await his response.

“J-Just…fuck, Y/N.” Jungkook throws his head back and lets out a whine. “Can I fuck you?”

You knit your brows. “No room-”

“Back seat.” Jungkook rushes to say.

“What if someone sees?” your heart is pumping with adrenaline at just the thought of being caught with Jungkook now.

“It’s dark.” Jungkook scoffs. “And who even cares?”

You lick your lips and nod your head. “Wanna ride you.” you whine low and it doesn’t take long for you to be fully undressed in the back of Jungkook’s car - Jungkook removing the bottom half of his clothing before joining you.

It’s cramped, you’d admit, but it doesn’t bother you. You tried your best not to cause too much commotion in your riding - the car was already moving from side to side - but Jungkook wasn’t going to allow any hesitation. He didn’t care what others saw - not like anyone was watching. His hands are roaming your naked body, watching with hooded eyes as you take him.

“Everything…okay?” Jungkook pants, biting his lip to hide yet another pleasurable moan. You nod your head, arms wrapped around Jungkook’s neck. You’re unsure yourself where the stamina came from - Jungkook was always the one with the unwavering speed and energy.

“Why do you ask?” Jungkook’s cock is so deep inside of you that you never want to stop riding him.

“You’re fucking yourself so good.” Jungkook grunts, hands gripping the flesh of your ass. “Just thought maybe there was…” he stops for a moment when he feels you clench around him and it takes everything in him to not flip you over. “...something on your mind.”

There was, you think. You leaned away from Jungkook to watch his expression - the low eyes, whispering “fuck” and “shit” every other moment mixed with the pure bliss on his face.

“I love your cock.” you admit with a high pitched moan. Oftentimes you’d refrain from giving Jungkook any satisfaction so early on.

“Yeah?” there was a deep chuckle in Jungkook’s voice. Any chance you had of being in control is taken when Jungkook begins to thrust upwards to meet your hips.

Sober you - and not the dick drunk person you are now - are surely going to look back and die of humiliation. Who were you giving a man the satisfaction of knowing what you loved about them?

“You always fuck me so good.” you capture Jungkook’s lips on your own, fully allowing him to take control. “You treat me well, too.”

Jungkook kisses down your jaw, his thrusts never halting. So this is why you were doing this - sucking his cock like your life depended on it and then attempting to milk him dry. He supposed this was your way of telling him that you liked him - in a typical you way of things. Only when you were being fucked so good could you ever admit these feelings for him.

But, Jungkook wouldn’t have it any other way - he loved breaking down those walls you put up.

“I’ll always treat you well.” Jungkook grunts. “Come here.” Jungkook maneuvers you so that you’re against the seat, ass in the air. He wasn’t going to let the tight space stop him from fucking you the way he wanted to.

Another pleasurable whine escapes you when Jungkook re-enters you. The new position allows him to go deeper, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. One hand rests onto your hip to keep you in place while another hoists you up by your neck.

“What else, baby?” Jungkook says between thrusts. “What else do you like about me?”

Jungkook was getting off to this, fully understanding that you wouldn’t admit these feelings for him any other way. You were far too stubborn - but that didn’t mean he never wanted to hear them.

“Y-You deal with me. You’re always so…so…” your eyes begin to flutter close, pussy pulsing around Jungkook’s cock. It’s as if with each thrust, he goes deeper and deeper, fully fucking every inch of life out from you. “...so nice to me.”

Jungkook leans down, his tongue licking from the middle of your back to your shoulder. He then presses a kiss against your shoulder blade. “You know you’re my girl. I’ll always be kind to you.”

“I-I know, baby.”

Fuck.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook. This was something he was never going to live down and the sober part of you hopes that he didn’t hear you say the little pet name that the dick drunk side of you said.

Of course, Jungkook did and his eyes widened slightly.

“You like me.” Jungkook laughs a joyous tune - it’s as if he isn’t plunging his cock deep inside of you right now. He has a boyish grin on his lips as he continues. The hand on your hope makes its way between your legs, rubbing along on your wet clit. “You like me, Y/N!” he sing-songs.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook - because wasn’t it obvious that you liked him? You spent more time with him than you did with anyone else - even Chaeyoung was beginning to question if things had gotten further than you told her.

“Didn’t I tell you I can have you saying anything for me if I fucked you good enough?”

Fuck. Jeon. Jungkook.

Jungkook’s fingers continue to play with your clit, his pounding never ceasing. This is what fueled Jungkook - your moans, the clenching of your pussy, you admitting that you liked him - no matter how obvious it was outside of sex. Hearing you say it was enough to fuel him even further.

“It’s a matter of time before you admit you love me.” there it was, the deep sultriness in Jungkook’s voice has returned. “But we can wait a little longer for that. I’ve waited this long to hear you admit you liked me.”

You’re sobbing now due to overstimulation - that and Jungkook always had a way with words just as he had a way with using his dick.

“You always look so pretty when you take me.” Jungkook’s warm breath is right against your ear. It causes you to shudder while goosebumps litter your skin. “You know sometimes I think about how there’s guys I know that want you.”

You whimper when Jungkook’s hand slaps along your clit harshly.

“But I have you here in my car creaming my cock.” Jungkook cackles as if it’s the funniest thing in the world. “It brings great satisfaction knowing that I’m the one that has you. That Y/L Y/N who was once known to deny everyone…” Jungkook kisses your shoulder blade once more. “...is crying for my cock. Say it, baby. Say you only want me.”

“O-Only want you.” you comply far too quickly, a pathetic sob coming right after.

You’re cumming - it waves down on you hard. You don’t notice you’re crying with ecstasy until you’re blinking them away to focus on anything.

“Fuck, that’s right, baby. Only me.” Jungkook picks up the pace of his thrusts, sloppy. Your pussy is so wet that it squelches loudly. “Only us.” is all Jungkook is mustered to say before he himself is cumming, twitching with pleasure right inside of you.

Each time Jungkook cums inside of you always seems to be more intense than the last. He doesn’t release his cock from inside of you until he’s softening, the cum trailing down your thigh painfully slow.

“You okay?” Jungkook asks when he catches his breath, laying you gently against his seats. “I think we need a safe word. You never tell me when I go too far.” he murmurs, only half jokingly.

You mumble something beneath your breath and Jungkook comes closer to hear it.

Your body turns, your back now against his seat. Jungkook awaits for you to speak. “I’m so sleepy.”

Jungkook snickers. “I bet.” he responds. “You have work tomorrow, right?”

You nod your head, dreading the fact. Your work shifts are never long - but being with Jungkook majority of the day made life a little more bearable.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and making you want to be around him more.

“We should probably head home then.” Jungkook leans away but you grab his shirt. He stops, eyes fixed on you. “Yeah, baby?”

You lean forward a bit to capture his lips. It’s quick, nothing but a peck but it causes both of your hearts to leap.

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an internship at wayne interprises. (part ii)

bruce wayne x male reader headcanons

part i.

warnings: smut, age gap, bottom reader, breeding, virgin!reader, top!bruce, established relationship, lowkey kind of fluffy, bruce is falling in love.

a/n: aaaand it's finally here! i hope you all enjoy the long awaited part two! i was watching american psycho recently and bruh, i forgot how hot he looked in it. like. i want to run my tongue all over him.

—as intimidating as bruce was, he never found the courage, or time really, to isolate you from your responsibilities.

—was it cowardliness that he was faced with? or was it that returning feeling that churned in his stomach, swelled in his chest, until it made him rethink the thoughts he’s had of you?

—guilt. he never felt it when he was jerking off to your pictures, which have become a daily routine now.

—but it returned in powerful marches, ached at the center of his heart, ridiculing him for thinking about his employee in such a crude, exploitive way.

—he always felt it when he saw you first thing in the morning, working quietly, mindlessly as your body had begun to become used to the caffeine.

—like wind chimes, you moved around people - around the wind - not with them, as you made your way to the break room.

—three packets of sugar and two spoons of creamer normally kept you awake, but the frozen pocket pizza in the toaster oven was the real source of your energy.

—bruce winced as he silently watched you from afar. you yawned, rubbed your eyes as the heat from the toaster oven warmed the surrounding area.

—jesus, no wonder you’re always so tired. look at the shit you’re eating.

—the march of soldiers, rioting against guilt, roared, and he was reminded of his privilege immediately after. a butler that had been providing him three nutritious meals a day since birth, and a garden of wealth that allowed him to afford a home gym with the best equipment; it was all handed to him and while he did his best to give back to the city, it was never enough to pacify the war zone of his chest. he was a person, a wealthy person, but a person nonetheless.

—you were a person.

—though ironically enough, he came to the the image of you hungrily licking the grease off your fingers when you were finished with breakfast later that night.

—there was always something new about you that he would fixate on when his hand met his cock, stroking it with a glorious amount of lube until it dried.

—though he never fretted, because your lips, your face, your nose - everything about you - milked him until the fresh stock of cum had become the only slime that layered his softening erection.

—like bruce’s nights, you’ve begun infiltrating the routine of his mornings now.

—or rather, bruce began infiltrating yours after he visited you in the break room for the first time.

—good morning, mister wayne…

—oh, new intern, right? your name was…?

—he always feigned his disinterest because he liked hearing your name come out of your handsome mouth.

—(m/n), sir…

—it sounded beautiful. the softness of your voice kindled a tenderness in bruce and it could’ve cradled him to sleep had the coffee from the break room not been so disgusting and cheap.

—the third time, he memorized the pattern you spoke in. your voice always trailed off at the end of a sentence as if it had been stolen by a criminal.

—it’s (m/n), sir…

—he wished he could be that somebody.

—the fifth time, he’d gotten used to the watery aftertaste of the coffee.

—wait, don’t tell me. your name rhymes with…

—and when you laughed because bruce was completely off by a mile, he saw a glimpse of your soul that had been sheltered by intimidation and anxiety.

—he learned he wanted to become a part of your life when he took you out for lunch.

—long overdue, but i usually take my interns out for lunch.

—bruce usually didn’t.

—oh—mister wayne, i don’t think that’s necessary… i already packed lunch.

—great! you don’t have to pack for tomorrow then.

—wait, but i haven’t set up the meeting with—

—i’ll get someone on it—already made reservations, c’mon.

—he’d learned so much about you that day, then the following, and the next; your upbringing, your hopes and dreams, your downfalls, it felt like he was walking on water with the way you willingly opened more of yourself every consecutive day.

—he could listen to you talk for hours, become poisoned by it if your voice was liquid, and bruce accepted that risk when he made another routine to invite you for lunch.

—previous nights were as followed: he stroked his cock to you, breathing heavily into the memory of your cologne, the wrinkles of your shirt, the curl of your lips when he made a joke.

—since he’d gotten to know you as more than a stained selfie, more than the meek statue that stood in the corner; instead of feeding himself with the thoughts of you that derived from pure lust, the reality of his nights had shifted.

—he stroked himself, that never changed. but he closed his eyes, breathing until he could see the ghost of you by his side.

—your shared bodies tensed into one another as his body curved forward into the arc of your back when he pushed in for the first time. you reached back to hold his thigh, pausing his thrusts because you needed to adjust, because you wanted to feel all of him in complete comfort.

—it was intimacy.

—it only melted - your body - when bruce kissed the shell of your ear, telling you that he’ll continue once you were ready. you let him in, sprouted for him like a bud in spring, and felt all of him swell larger inside of you with a whimper.

—it was vulnerability.

—he made sure you were touched, palming your erection as he rocked his own into your bud. from the nape of your neck to the hill of your back, he blessed you in the wet of his mouth, battling the sweat that had gathered on your body to see who would claim the vacancy of your body.

—he made sure to make you feel safe, drowning you in affection with his low voice, with the bridge that had constructed between your soul and his as he thrusted deeper, connected into you when he pressed into a spot that had the heavy air memorize every letter of bruce’s name.

—and finally crossed when he filled you with all of his endearment towards you, heavy and thick in combative sequence. he never pulled away in fret of losing the sentiment—in fret of losing you.

—it was love.

—from then on, bruce was devoted to melt the frost that had shielded you, just as you had melted his.

—because he was going to protect you now.

—the guilt that had been egging the shelter of his heart wilted in the pit of his stomach when he kissed you for the first time.

—and then completely died when you kissed him back.

—your arms were around his neck, and his were around your waist. you and bruce slow danced to the tune of his favorite song, in the middle of his living room, and so did your lips when he leaned in again.

—it never progressed further than that, despite the ache in bruce’s pants yelling at him to. he wanted to savor every moment with you, in case he happened to chase you away like he did with the others.

—you were special, and bruce held you like the rarest gem on earth for the first time that night.

—again, when he visited you in mornings to drive you to work.

—again, on nights where you were too tired to drive back to your apartment.

—again, after morning meetings were over and every businessmen and women left the vicinity upon the announcement of food catering a few floors down.

—and then again, when bruce’s thoughts had become a reality.

—b-bruce, ngh…

—you reached back to his thigh like in his thoughts, carefully maneuvering and pacing his thrusts into you. your breath stained deep into the cover of his pillow when bruce applied his weight into you, fitting his broad body to the dip of your back.

—i got you, hm? —nice and slow…

—his voice tickled your nape, soothing it with chaste kisses when your muscles tensed, and you breathed harder into the pillow when you let his thigh go, freeing him to do as he pleased. the warmth of your breath fogged your skin as his girth opened you to a profound feeling you’ve been too intimidated to discover

—faster, please…

—he was humored, not because you were embarrassing like the flush of your skin thought, but because you were still the same person he’d met months ago, appeased by it. you were calmed by an assurance, a kiss to your shoulder then your lips, yet your body only continued to bloom with roses.

—you’re still so polite even when we’ve done so many things together…

—bruce pressed deeper into you, panting in your ear as he delivered on your timid demands. he knew you now—read you like a book. you were too afraid to ask for anything despite becoming so vulnerable with each other, and he made sure that you were safe with him.

—your requests were silent sans the moans that have escaped, but he heard every single one of them. his hips drove into you harder for a few rhythms, then excruciating slower to coerce a plea out of you—to pull your beautiful moans along with desperation.

—he wanted to hear you, pulling himself completely out of your bud.

—f-fuuuuck, bruce! please—i need you, please.

—more, he needed to hear you want him as much as he’d been wanting you. his arms wrapped around your waist, and his fingers curled over your cock. it provided a friction, a hole for you to press into as his fist was sandwiched between your body and the bed, and you took the opportunity to desperately thrust into it.

—secretly, you’d hope to thrust yourself back onto his cock.

—but again, he knew you; silently observant and logical, and he raised his hips back, avoiding the desperate grinds of your bottom.

—how badly do you need me, hm? —how bad do you want me?

—bruce needed to hear it, to compel a truth to his prophecy. his hand unwrapped around you and you were left desperately grinding into the soft fabric of his sheets with a whine. they were music to his ears, and the drips of his cock dribbled over the curve of your bottom as if they were notes to a stave, to the sound of your torment.

—i-i need you, please…

—he exhaled.

—so bad.

—he gulped.

—so fucking bad…

—he throbbed.

—mister wayne… —please…

—bruce’s two worlds had collided: his previous thoughts of you rocketed into the current with a cloudy explosion, and he succumbed. you looked back at him with glassy orbs, sweat running down the side of your face, and bruce was overwhelmed by the beauty our deepest desires. how quickly it could destroy the barrier that we’ve built, how quickly he could destroy yours and unfurl your vulnerabilities when he finally drove himself back in one long and smooth thrust.

—f-fuuuuck...

—it was continuous. you wouldn’t admit it, but he knew you preferred being filled like this. he notified the curl of your fingers, clutching at whatever you could to fulfill the aching need to grasp onto something.

—god—

—hard when bruce came down, but slow and affectionate when he pulled out. you felt every thick inch sliding in and out of you. at times, you would purposely tighten in fear of losing bruce, but his thrusts reminded you that you wouldn’t.

—bruce reminded you again when his lips suckled on your shoulder.

—i’m close, (m/n)…

—when his hand stroked your aching cock.

—m-me too…

—and when bruce pushed all of his sweaty weight onto you with one hard thrust.

—shit, shit—

—the boiling feeling in his stomach unfurled inside of you to release his devotion in heavy, white loads. they filled you with heat, spreading thick within you as bruce slowly rocked himself weakly, squeezing every ounce of his love into you until you could feel it yourself.

—bruce—

—your eyes rolled back and you could feel the thick of his cum dripping out of you and down your legs the more he plunged into your hole, and it didn’t take very long for you to come undone yourself. the seam of your mouth kept your moans contained as you blasted bruce’s fist and the sheets with your affection, and it wasn’t until his hand came down to pump you that you exhaled a staggered, breathless groan. the drips came out heavy, sticky, and you rocked into bruce’s fist until they spread themselves thin onto your pelvis, over your cock, and stained deep into the sheets.

—as you both lay breathless, bruce remained on top, puzzled into you as he found comfort in your muscles loosening like the flaccid of your length. he continued playing with your soft flesh, squeezing and spreading the layer of seed that covered his hand, and chuckled when you silently squirmed.

—not away from him like he’d thought, but back into him.

—because he was your guardian now.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

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ace-turned-confused · 10 days

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planted in your garden | joel miller x f!reader

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summary: joel has always shown his love for you through flowers, and now it's your turn to do the same word count: 1k warnings: 18+ only, reader has tattoos & is shorter than joel, joel being soft & lovey-dovey & just the best in general, bit of spiciness at the end a/n: written for @morallyinept's Fauna & Flora Challenge ❤️ not beta’d or any of that jazz, please enjoy :)

If there’s one thing you know about Joel Miller, it’s that he will always find a reason to buy you flowers, no need for a special occasion. It’s been a long hard week and I wanted to get you something, saw these pretty flowers and thought of my pretty girl, got them just because I love you. Whether it’s an entire bouquet or just a few wild stems tied together by a ribbon, you’re sure he’s given you more flowers than you’ve received in your entire life.

It started on your birthday — you told him you hadn’t planned anything because you didn’t want a big fuss and it wasn’t a number worth celebrating, and he insisted on bringing you dinner so you wouldn’t have to spend the evening on your own. Every number is worth celebrating, it means you’ve been around another whole year. You were floored when he showed up on your doorstep, pizza boxes in one hand and a bunch of red and pink tulips in the other.

“Saw the ink on your arm there and just assumed they were your favourite. None of the stores ever have anything fresh or pretty enough, so I just cut these from my back garden.”

Joel Miller. Cut red and pink tulips for you. From his own garden.

You’d only known each other a few weeks at that stage, and he’d been more observant in that short time than any other man you’d met. At first, you didn’t read into it too much, he’s just doing something nice for you. You told yourself it didn’t matter that this ‘something nice’ was the single nicest thing anyone ever did for you.

You ate your takeout pizzas and talked for hours that night, record player on in the background, sharing stories of years gone by and remembering the person you each used to be. A few stray tears even slipped down your cheek at one point — Joel moved to sit close next to and almost on instinct you rested your head on his shoulder. It was oddly comforting knowing just how vulnerable you could be around him. He was a kind soul, a rather rare find in today’s world, and you found it surprisingly easy to open up to him.

You asked him for a hug that night and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you firmly against him, his chin resting on the top of your head and it was the safest you felt in years. Of course, and next time you don’t have to ask. You smiled into him, letting out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. He eventually pulled back to check on you and planted a hand on your waist; he bid you goodnight with a wink, called you sweetheart and went home, leaving you standing like an idiot, mouth hanging open in a daze and still feeling the heat that had radiated off his palm and the grip of his fingers through your shirt on your skin.

‘Sweetheart’ played in your mind over and over for hours, days, weeks after that — soon enough you acknowledged that you weren’t immune to his charms and you’ve never looked back.

The flowers aren’t only for you to enjoy — you noticed early on that Joel takes great pride in his garden. The lawn always mowed, flower beds always with manicured edges, bees and butterflies in abundance. You’ve spent many hours lounging in the sun just admiring him, your book long abandoned — temples and greying curls damp with sweat, t-shirt clinging to his arms and back, gym shorts showing him off deliciously, all while he potters around tending to his garden, refilling a bird bath, touching up the fence and spewing out endless plant facts.

He even expanded the bed of tulips, planting bulbs of different varieties and an array of colours — ones with frilly edges, ones with pointed petals, and even blooms that look almost hand-painted in their beauty. He told you he’d been planning this for months, long before he met you, but you knew that part of him was doing this for you, too.

Late one night he finally told you the red and pink of your birthday flowers represented eternal love and affection, and sheepishly admitted he only remembered that once he’d already knocked on your door. He had hoped you wouldn’t ask him the meanings that night and figured there must’ve been someone looking out for him when you simply accepted them with a dazzling smile and that twinkle in your eyes. He wonders how things might have played out differently if you had asked him that night.

Now it’s Joel’s birthday and you want to do something special for him — so here you are, lying underneath him in a matching set, simple and white and covered in daisies. Propped up by his elbows, he traces over a flower right in the centre of your bra.

“You gonna tell me anything about them?”

“Daisies supposedly represent innocence and purity…” His voice fades off as he trails his fingers featherlight across you, goosebumps rising in his wake. With a faint smile pulling at his lips, he lifts his gaze to look you in the eye. “But something tells me you already knew that.”

He leans to kiss you, tongue licking into your mouth and you feel him pressed against your core, thick and heavy. You spread your legs wider to accommodate him and he grinds his hips into you, your fingers raking through his hair and tugging ever so slightly. He pulls back and starts snaking a hand down between you, now taken by the same applique daisies on your panties.

“Not sure those words apply right now, though,” he whispers to you, knuckles grazing the fabric.

“What, ‘innocence and purity’? You don’t think that’s true about daisies?”

“I ain’t talkin’ bout the daisies, sweetheart.” He smirks at you and you simply grin at him and huff a laugh in response as he shuffles down your body to pull your panties down your legs.

comments & reblogs are hugely appreciated, forehead kisses to all 💜

dividers by @saradika-graphics

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #jettsflora&faunachallenge

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The Alchemy ♛ Charles Leclerc

A/N: Hi! I'm back after being away for a bit but I come bearing a gift! I was so unbelievably happy after Charles's Monaco win and inspired to write about so here it is!

“Honestly who are we to fight the alchemy?”

Monaco is known for being the playground of billionaires among many things. This is the ideal destination if you want to see multi-million dollar supercars and yachts. If you are a fan of the pinnacle of motorsport then you know that the Monaco Grand Prix has been rewarded as the crowning jewel of Formula One and for great reason.

To you, Monaco was much more than a playground for the rich or the crowning jewel of your favorite sport. Monaco was home, the principality held half of your heart. You had not intended to stay here while on a trip fresh out of grad school but by fate’s hand, you now called this place home. As a formula one fan, you always dreamed of seeing the principality and walking its streets. When the opportunity arose you decided to take a little detour to visit the principality.

Little did you know that the detour would turn into more than one visit during the summer. You were wandering the streets when you ran into your now boyfriend Charles Leclerc. Just now after a few months of dating it still sounded crazy but it was true, your favorite driver had turned into your best friend and love of your life.

Flashback

Your camera was in hand as you marveled at Casino Square, after taking some pictures you decided to find someone who could point you in the direction of the Princess Grace Japanese Garden. Turning around you found the closest person to you, whose back happened to be facing you, and asked for directions using what little French you knew. It just happened that Charles was that person and once he turned around realization dawned on you. He looked at you and he swore he had just seen the most beautiful girl on Earth.

He stuttered a little as he gave you directions and you were a little confused so you were just nodding along. “It seems that my French isn’t as good as I expected,” you said with a chuckle. Charles laughed, “It��s okay my English isn’t the best either which makes us even,” he said. “Considering that I have nothing better to do and could use some peace and quiet, please let me take you,” he said kindly.

His offer earned him a kind smile from you and a nod, smiling you decided to follow his lead. Surely he had taken you there as he offered and ended up walking through the garden with you while you chatted. “Had I known it was you I wouldn’t have disturbed you,” you said a little embarrassed. Charles looked at you and lifted an eyebrow, “It’s no trouble really, for what it’s worth I’ve had a great time, how long are you here for?” he asked. “Just today, I took a little detour from the group trip which means that I’ve got to head back soon to pack,” you said. Charles felt his stomach drop, there was no way he was passing up a chance with a girl as beautiful as you. “Let me invite you to lunch before you leave,” he said. He looked at you and dreaded your answer but a grin spread across your face, “Consider your invitation accepted,” you said with a wink.

He’d bought some pizza from his favorite place and invited you into his apartment where you kept chatting well into the late evening and he walked you to the train station. Unbeknownst to him you had left your number written on a napkin pinned to his bathroom mirror.

When he found it he couldn’t help but grin and he called you, before leaving Europe you took the train and met up with him for a few hours. Weeks later you were talking and had started your early stages of dating which had to be long-distance. You decided to fly out and surprise him for the Monza Grand Prix. Once the season ended you decided to spend it with him while you waited for news of your job application to arrive.

Charles was next to you when you found out and had been approved and you mentioned looking for a small apartment in Italy that was within distance from Monte Carlo but he asked you to move in with him instead.

End of Flashback

“Mon amour, we have to head out!” Charles called out from somewhere in the apartment and you smiled. “Just a second! I’m almost done,” you called out as you slipped on your sandals and grabbed your bag. Meeting him by the front door he kissed you sweetly and you slung Leo’s carrier on your shoulder grabbing his leash on the other. “Who’s an excited boy!” You said as you bent down to pat Leo who was happily barking. “He represents us both,” Charles said with a smile and you grinned. “You got this chérie,” you said reassuringly, he smiled before replying, “I hope so mon amour, we can’t lose this,” he said. “And you won’t,” you added.

You had to part ways once you left the apartment because Charles needed to get into the motorhome once he arrived. Before parting he pressed his soft lips against yours and kissed you sweetly. As he usually did he kissed your forehead making you giggle and kissed Leo’s head.

Walking into the hospitality you were instantly greeted by Pascale, “You look gorgeous as ever darling!” Pascale gushed. “You look great as always!” You replied. Pascale kissed your cheeks diverted her attention to Leo and took him from you so you could greet Lorenzo and Charlotte. You stayed there and went down to the garages to wish Charles luck and get the headsets you were always provided with. “I love you, you got this chérie, now go bring that trophy home,” you said after you kissed him and helped him with his gloves, he squeezed your hand three times before leaving to head on track.

Arthur was going to be watching the race from the garage so the rest of you went back up to the hospitality and sat down at the table. You let out a steady breath when you saw that he had finished the formation lap and said a silent prayer as you waited for the lights to go out. Pascale automatically reached for your hand and your eyes were trained on the screen. After the accident on the first lap, the start had to be delayed while the barrier was repaired and the cars were taken out of the track.

Once the race started again you found it difficult to calm your anxieties so you talked in hushed tones with Pascale, Lorenzo, and Charlotte. The entire team he was leading and you could not wipe the grin from your face, on the last five laps you were finding it hard to contain your excitement and the cameras had panned in to show you and you smiled. On the last lap, you were fidgeting with a bracelet while looking at the screen you could feel the cameras on you but you were so focused on the screen.

The moment he crossed the line and the checkered flag was waved you all erupted in cheers and hugged each other while wiping the tears that were starting to fall. Your thoughts drifted towards Charles and you knew how happy and proud he must be feeling. This win meant everything to him for various reasons and you knew his thoughts had undoubtedly gone towards his father.

You all gathered under the podium next to the Ferrari mechanics who were holding flags. All of the people standing there were so proud and you had texted his friends who had gathered in the balcony to watch him win and were sharing how proud they were of him. You looked around and smiled knowing that his family, friends, and all those gathered here were so unbelievably proud of him. You clapped once Carlos and Oscar made their way to their podiums, when Charles walked out you cheered as loud as you could and saw Prince Albert crying as well.

Seeing Charles at the top step of the podium, with the flag draped around his shoulders brought you to tears, you knew how much sentimental value this win had for him and his family. Winning this had been Charles and Hervé’s wish and after the previous events in which Charles was close to winning this race and not getting it, you knew that this victory felt a million times better for him and it meant everything.

Your eyes met and you smiled and waved, Charles’s eyes crinkled as he looked down

at you standing next to his mother and brothers.

When the anthem started playing you were all singing and you lifted a hand to wipe your tears as you used the other to film. Pascale put her arm around your shoulders and you leaned into her a little, a proud smile spread across her face as he watched her son on the podium he so dearly loved.

The Italian anthem was up next and you sang along with the mechanics who were waving the flags around. The city that had seen him grow was now watching him win and the pride could be felt on every single corner, chills ran up your spine as you thought about it. Clapping once the podium was over you moved to join the rest of the team who was waiting for him.

“Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me”

Charles came running towards everyone with the trophy in hand. “You brought it home!” you exclaimed. “I brought it home!” he shouted and you laughed. Handing the trophy to Lorenzo, Charles placed both hands on your cheeks and kissed you.

His lips tasted like champagne but they were soft as always, pulling him closer you kissed him again and pulled away to look at his sparkly eyes before pressing your foreheads together. “I’m beyond proud of you, we all are,” you whispered and he nodded and kissed your forehead.

Lorenzo, Pascale, and Arthur hugged him and you took a picture of the family with a fond smile on your face. Charlotte congratulated him with a hug. The team celebrated the win by hugging him and patting him on the head. The mechanics were singing and you smiled at the joyous scene.

After the round of pictures and more champagne sprays, you accompanied Charles and the team to the harbor. Everyone cheered when he pushed Fred in and dived after him, you laughed at his perfect diving form and knew he’d ask you later if he had done it right.

His eyes sparkled every time he smiled and the smile never faltered all through the night. This type of happiness was one of your favorites and you adored to see him like this. It was the time of happiness that you would love to see every single weekend, it was worth every single aspect that came in to make sure a moment like this would happen here of all places. Nothing tasted better than a home win with a deeper meaning.

Charles had endured so many ups and downs to get to this moment and after countless hours of work, and every single amount of passion poured into it the moment was finally here and it was his to celebrate. You couldn’t have been prouder of him and never faltered in telling him the truth.

The trophy might’ve been in the room but the real trophy had come running over to you and had been next to you all night smiling from ear to ear.

(all photo credits go to the respective owners)

#formula 1 #charles leclerc x female reader #f1 imagine #charles leclerc x reader #monaco gp 2024

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 2 months

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Hii i loveee your workss do you mind writting a daughter of demeter x frank zhang? I rarelys ee anyone from cabin 4 and i just loveee frank

⋆⭒˚.⋆ frank zhang x daughter of demeter! reader hcs

content: frank zhang x daughter of demeter! reader warning: language author's note: realllll where are the minor gods and goddess??? where are my sleepy hypno girlies??? nike??? tyche, one of my favs?????? gUYS????

yeah, that middle pic, that's frankie giving you kisses as a dragonfly fr fr

plant lover meets animal lover and they become radical activists together lmao

i just know you two be marching the streets together for each other's causes

probs were introduced by hazel, who you knew because she accidently dug up your carrot plot while searching for some precious gem

and hazel, just knowing you and frank would be prefect for each other, set you two up

she was right, you two were like two peas in a pod

when the bees get lazy, you bat your eyes at frank and jut your lip out, begging him to pollinate the strawberry plants because the need it

and he can't say no, ever the sucker for your pretty eyes

and your pretty face

and your pretty lips

and your pretty ass-

wait, what was that last one???

he refuses to be a bee though, too much risk of someone smushing him, so he typically turns into a hummingbird

frank would love nothing more than to follow you around all day and help around your garden

bro fr once turned into a goat because you mentioned that the weeds were getting too tall

grover didn't talk to you for a week after that, because that was his job

you forced frank to apologize with mr. d's old diet coke cans

also, i just KNOW you get all drooly and can't stop staring when you ask frank to help you with the large fertilizer bags

he be throwing them over his shoulder like it doesn't weight fifty pounds and youre getting all weaking in the knees thinking 'when will it be my turn, gods????'

love love loves when he can eat something from your garden

he bragging and leaning over to other people at the table like "you like that cesaer salad? YEAH WELLL MY GIRLFRIEND MADE IT AND SHE'S INSTANTLY COOLER THAN YOU AND-"

while he's not like the best cook in the world, he CAN do it.

and loves to. but only with your grown ingredients

what a sweetheart

def learned his lesson after the first date and will NOT buy you cut flowers

his go to?? veggie plants

i like to think each child of demeter just has that one kind of plant that is tricky for them and always grows in ways they don't want bc life isn't perfect

and yours is tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, carrots

you just can't do it to save your life, always comes out misshaped or just wrong

so frank buys you veggie plants and you let them grow like your a mortal

and then when theyre ripe, you go running to frank and drag him back to your cabin, rambling about fresh homemade pizza

and he let's you drag him, a huge smile on his face

because he couldn't think of a better way to spend his evening

cooking good food that his pretty girlfriend grew to make happen

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #frank zhang x reader #frank zhang

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raggstorice · 11 months

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FLASH HEADCANONS!

Where I take a fandom and give a Headcanon for Every. Single. Character.

Twisted Wonderland! #1

Here we go!

Riddle: whenever a bug lands on him he freezes. Just stops.

Ace: His parents always shut down his beliefs. Very much a 'Stay in line and You'll be fine' type of family. (If requested I will rant on my HC Ace backstory)

Deuce: He calls his mother every day and one day she just starts crying and is all like 'Im so proud of you. You've changed so much and I love you.' and Deuce started crying too.

Cater: Does not actually care that much about Magicam. He just needed something to base his personality off of.

Trey: Uses southern insults All. The. Time. People talk to him and he's just 'Well good for you!' and people think he's the nicest.

Leona: If you put a weighted blanket on him he will just fall over like that one scene in Lilo and stitch.

Ruggie: Knows everyone. And I mean EVERYONE. Try to introduce him to someone new and he'll just be like 'OMG my old friend!' yeah.

Jack: Named his cactus Paula. Also Talks to it and uses it like a doll. (Like that one scene in DRDT)

Azul: His first experience with a land dweller was when he saw a coin fall from the surface and he followed it. There was a language barrier so he couldn't talk to them. He wonders how they're doing some days.

Jade: Had a bonding moment with Jack over their love for plants (mushrooms and cacti) also eats mushroom-spinach pizza (like me!)

Floyd: He bites. Also he's banned from playing against other schools in Basketball because of the sheer amount of fouls he gets. Jamil is so done.

Kalim: Will summon a rainbow to cheer someone up. He's precious.

Jamil: Doesn't actually hate Kalim. He just needs to be mad at someone. Oh also he cooks for the Basketball club and brings food to practice. Ace is his biggest fan.

Vil: Godly eye makeup. He's the one who gave Rook his feather in his hat.

Epel: Bad Ass Mother Fucker. He prefers to fight with his tounge rather than his fists. The only one to realize Trey's passive aggressiveness.

Rook: Will bring back fresh meat from his hunts. Him and Jade bring the best ingredients to the Cafeteria and no one knows.

Idia: one time he hid from people in an empty classroom for several hours after school. Ortho almost sent a search party.

Ortho: Spends hours analyzing his friends. Like as a hobby. He brings them perfectly planned gifts and they all love it.

Malleus: Lilia cuts his hair. He also polishes his horns. He secretly really enjoys Sebek's loyalty just wished he was quieter.

Silver: Takes care of the horses so well. They love him and will only accept food from him.

Sebek: He can be surprisingly quiet if you ask nicely. He gets loud again if he gets worked up. Autistic.

Lilia: He loves his sons. He ends up taking care of the whole Campus. No one in NRC can take care of themselves properly so he does it. Mockingbird by Eminem coded

Crowley: He shows up randomly and helps students. Lilia is taking a student to the infirmary? He's there and takes them for him. Leona is asleep in the botanical garden? Crowley kicks him away from the path. The teachers are so done with the chaos and are ready to combust? He's there. He will make the chaos worse and somehow contain it at the same time.

Crewel: He stays stocked up on potions ready to help any students that are ill, tired, or in any sort of pain. He will let you sleep in his classroom and will pull you into his office if he thinks somethings up. Many students have cried in front of him.

Trein: Will go out of his way to include history not taught in textbooks. Stuff about gay rights, racism, trans right, war crimes, fun facts about political leaders, etc. He does it all in the most monotone voice ever.

Lucius: The best cat. Used to be a stray wandering campus. Will bring gifts to students it likes. Recognized Leona as one of its own.

Vargas: Always down to help students. Oh you have Asthma? Good thing I have SEVENTEEN EXTRA INHALERS. You seem to be struggling a little why don't you sit down? Exercise without rest is as good as no exercise at all.

Sam: Will give freebies to students who need it. Oh you skipped lunch to study for a test? Good thing I have a sandwich just for you! Your pen broke? Which one do you want? Also will tell you all the tea.

Grim: Whenever he eats those blot crystals he suddenly knows all of the victims trauma which he reports to Yuu.

Yuu: Has serious conversations with Overblot victims. The best non licensed therapist.

Authors Note: It's 1:23 AM. I'm going to sleep.

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borathae · 2 years

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↳ Index [Day 29 - Waxplay]

Pairing: OGC!couple

Kinks: Dom!Jungkook with so much *spice*, sub!Reader, waxplay, doggy style, tattoos & piercings, blindfold, sensory play, leather handcuffs, praise, body worship, nipple massage, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, edging, strength kink, tears, squirting, facial, cum swallowing, the aftercare!!, jungkook needs to calm down like seriously good sir stop being so hot wtf, he is both gentle and rough and i *screeches*

Wordcount: 8k

a/n: he makes me *throws chair against wall* you know? ogc koo once again deserves the world and a good fuck, no joke 🧡

If there was one thing about your relationship with Jungkook that was awesome, it was the fact that you never stopped discovering new things together. May it be new recipes to try out or new ideas for your weekly dates, new places to go to or new kinks to try in the bedroom. You never ran out of new experiences. Truly, life with your husband never becomes boring. Just last week, you tried surfing for the first time and loved it a lot. You were just a little clumsy at first while Jungkook learned how to do it within ten minutes. He is talented like that. Another time you tried out the most delicious baked brie bites for dinner. You ended up dancing in the kitchen to random upbeat songs while the food was in the oven. That was still back when you were living up north in your little cabin.

You sometimes missed that life. The cabin was so cozy and you had the loveliest four seasons. The winters you had during that time will always stay in your memories and especially the Christmas party you had with all your friends. You miss the cabin when you think back to those times.

You wouldn’t change that life with your current life however. You dreamt of owning a house by the coast ever since you were a kid. You always imagined yourself all alone in that house, until Jungkook came along and you built your dream life with him brick by brick. The walls may have had a phase of shakiness for a few months in the beginning of construction, but this has been so long ago that those cracks have long been repaired and taken care of. You don’t really think about those times these days. They don’t even seem real to you anymore.

How could they? When life with Jungkook was all you ever dreamt of and more.

Jungkook is holding you close, rocking his hips against your thigh while his lips were on your neck. He kisses it slowly, having his eyes closed. You have your eyes closed as well, moaning softly as a slow R&B song on the bluetooth speaker controls the tempo. You have the windows open so you can still hear the occasional call of a seagull flying by. His kisses feel so good, wrapping your body into the warmest blanket of shivers and tingles. His hand is traveling up and down your torso, making your skin prickle wherever he touches you.

The sunset is the most golden of oranges tonight, soaking the world in its colours. The air smells like fresh ocean and the sweet smell of your husband. You know you can only smell the second scent because he was so close to you.

You two had a glass of red wine after the fanciest dinner ever. It was homemade pizza but you made them look like hearts, which made it fancy. Bam wanted to snatch a piece until you very firmly told him to behave. He then behaved like the well-trained puppy the two of you raise him as, lounging by your feet as you ate and chatted about your days. Bam is already in his crate by now, sleeping soundly because he had a long day of running around the garden, sniffing Jungkook’s feet (he has that peculiar habit lately) and playing fetch with you on the beach. It was Jungkook’s turn to do Bam’s evening routine and while he was busy with taking care of your furry son, you prepared a little surprise in the bedroom.

It was you. You were the surprise. Dressed in Jungkook favourite negligee and wearing fine jewelry solely so he could take them off of you. Then you pressed play on your favourite playlist and waited for him to return. Jungkook called the playlist “smexy time” and till this day the name makes you chuckle.

“No way, darling”, Jungkook gasped once he returned and then hurried to where you were standing on the balcony just to take you into his arms for a deep kiss, “you look so fucking beautiful. I can’t believe you’re real.”

“Do you like it?” you asked him.

“I love it”, he answered you and then he picked you up just to twirl you until you were squeaking in laughter.

He set you down afterwards, “dance with me, my love”, he whispered.

“How long?” you asked him.

“Until the sun set behind the horizon”, he answered you and together you fell into a slow, oh so touchy dance.

Lips followed the rhythm of your hearts, tongues danced with each other, hands ran over the other’s body in exploration and the deepest gazes were exchanged. Laughter filled the night and whispers of innocent adoration met the other’s ears answered by an equally as lovely whisper.

And while you didn’t expect Jungkook to react to your outfit with such romance in his heart, you didn’t complain. If there is one thing your husband is good at, besides being the best person ever, it has to be being romantic. You always joke that he is the most hopeless romantic ever to which he always answers you with “how can I be hopeless when I found you?”

Jungkook lifts his lips from your neck, kissing the shell of your ear instead.

“The sun’s almost set”, he whispers, sending shivers down your spine because it felt so good to have him whisper against your ear.

“I know”, you breathe.

“I want to treat you like a queen tonight”, he says and sighs as he takes your earlobe between his lips to nibble on it softly.

“Aren’t you always treating me like one?”

Jungkook chuckles, trailing his kisses to your cheek.

“Fine, then I wanna treat you like a goddess”, he says, making you giggle.

“You’re such a sweet talker.” Your gazes meet. You reach up, running your fingers through his long, fluffy hair. He has the prettiest eyes in that light. “I love that so much.”

Jungkook smiles, eyes lighting up in fondness.

“Are you still into the idea?” he asks you.

“Yes. You?”

“Yeah, my cock’s really hard though.”

“I didn’t even notice”, you tease him with sarcasm in your voice, tensing your thigh where his hard dick is currently resting.

Jungkook chuckles, “you know I can’t help it. You’re the sexiest woman ever. Especially in that negligee”, he says, running his hand along the curves of your waist.

You chase his touch with a fluttering heart, fingers falling from his hair to instead hook them in the straps of your dress. Jungkook watches you carefully, hand lingering on your hip to massage it slowly. His breathing is quickened, his pupils dilated.

“You’re so hot”, he whispers, eyes following your fingers as they tug down the straps. More and more of your chest gets exposed until finally your breasts reveal themselves to his eyes, “shit baby”, Jungkook gasps, gulping hungrily, “are your tits getting prettier day by day? What the hell? How are you so beautiful?”

"You think so?"

"Of course I do. You’re so goddamn gorgeous."

Spurred on by his praise, you arch your back to get the negligee more down your body. Jungkook takes over for you when you have reached your hips. He pulls the dress down your legs, placing it on the bed afterwards. Then he reaches for the leather handcuffs you laid out as part of your surprise. He tangles them from his fingers, eyes gleaming playfully.

“Still wanna be my prisoner?” he asks you.

You present your wrists to him, “why don’t you find out?”

Jungkook gets back on bed, leaving two loving kisses on each of your inner thighs and three up your tummy. He leaves out your breasts on purpose, riling you up by whispering a sweet praise which made his breath swirl over your sensitive nipple.

“You tease”, you whine.

“Mhm, yeah”, he agrees, taking your hands to pin them above your head. His knees are on each side of your hips, his long hair is hanging into his eyes. He is smiling, caressing your wrists. His strong fingers are around them, holding them in place, “I’ve got you now”, he rasps.

“You do”, you whisper.

“Now, can you be my good girl and keep your hands just like this?”

You nod your head.

“That’s my girl”, he say, eyes softening in fondness.

You gaze at his body as he works. Black boxers and no shirt. He had a shirt on once, but took it off after you ended up stumbling back into the bedroom, making out and groping each other needily. The shirt left his body the moment he laid you down in the soft sheets of your bed. It is now lying forgotten on the floor.

The light of the setting sun has changed from golden orange to pinkish red. It really brings out his tattoos. Jungkook extended his sleeves last month, so now he has tattoos spanning over his shoulders as well. They reach just about enough of his chest to make them look so incredibly sexy. He is seriously the most handsome man in existence.

“How do you feel?” Jungkook asks, having finished securing the handcuffs around your wrists.

“Good. It’s comfortable.”

“That’s good to hear. You know what to say when it starts to hurt.”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook smiles, running his fingertips down your arms.

“Good girl”, he praises, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Koo”, you whisper, feeling dizzy. He is so gentle. It’s driving you insane.

“Relax now sweetie, I’m getting the candle.”

“And the blindfold”, you remind him.

“Of course, how could I forget?” he says in a chuckle, giving your cheek a soft pinch before climbing off of you to strut to the bedside table where a candle is burning. It was a candle especially made for waxplay and you asked Jungkook if he wanted to try out this kink tonight.

“Okay damn”, Jungkook laughed back then, having to sit down at the edge of the bed, “that is. Phew.”

“Is that okay?” you asked him, sitting down next to him. You placed your hand on his back, rubbing it soothingly, “this was obviously just an idea. If you’re not in the mood for it, we don’t have to do it.”

“No, no I am. I am. I’m just”, he exhaled sharply, “this is like so hot. I’m a weak man, you can’t tell me that so casually.”

You snickered and leaned in to kiss his shoulder. “So was that a yes? Wanna explore it together, baby?”

Jungkook looked at your lips, “yeah, I do. Wanna explore it with you”, he whispered and leaned in to finally kiss you. And the rest is known already.

Jungkook returns to you, placing the blindfold on your tummy for now. He is sitting on the bed next to you cross-legged, looking into the now blown out candle.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, using your abs to sit yourself up. Your tied wrists you keep resting on your lap for now.

“Did you ever, like, get wax poured on your body?” he asks, studying your features.

You shake your head.

“And you trust me to do that to you?”

“Kookie, I trusted you to choke me again after what happened, didn’t I?”

He nods his head.

“So what more do you need to know that I trust you blindly?” you say, picking up the blindfold with just a little bit of struggle, “quite literally tonight.”

“I know you’re trying to be funny right now, but I kinda wanna cry”, he confesses and pouts, sagging his shoulders, “I’m so thankful for you.”

“Aww Kookie, you’re so cute. Don’t cry”, you say.

“I can’t help it. I’m such a sap”, he says and rubs at his eyes, “okay, okay I’m good. I’m good again”, he mumbles and straightens his back. He is so cute.

He scoots closer, draping an arm around you behind your back. Like this your arm is touching his chest. He leans in, stubbing you with his nose until you tilt your head. His kiss is so close to reach, just one little movement and you could have it.

“I wanted to say something sexy right now, but all I’m thinking about is the fact that I haven’t done this either and I’m nervous”, he whispers, cracking you up.

“It’s okay, we’ll take it slow.”

“Mhm yeah, that sounds like a plan”, he smiles, pecking your lips before sitting back to look into the candle.

“Okay let’s try it”, he says, tilting it over his own wrist.

“What are you doing?” you ask him.

“Trying it on me first in case it’s too hot. I don’t wanna hurt you."

"Oh? So it’s better if you hurt yourself?"

"I can take it, I’m a big boy."

You snort, "fine, but do it carefully.”

“I am”, he says and finally tilts the candle. “Oh”, Jungkook lets out, wiggling his fingers as a reaction to the wax hitting his skin.

“And?”

“It stings a little, but I really like it.”

“Can I?” you ask him.

“Yeah. Where?”

“I don’t know, uhm. Arm?”

Jungkook takes your tied hands and pulls them to him so he has a nice surface of your arm to pour the wax on, “I'll do it now.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook tilts the candle. The wax hits your skin. Hot and sharp. That's how it feels.

“Ah, oh. Okay”, you let out a breathy laugh, “I didn’t expect it to feel like that.”

“Is it too much?” Jungkook asks worriedly, “see? That’s why I wanted to be first, because I knew this would happen. Now you’re hurt and-“

“Kook”, you stop his whining by kissing his lips.

Jungkook exhales shakily, eyes fluttering closed and fingers closing around your hands.

“I'm okay”, you whisper, “you don’t have to worry, I’m a big girl too.”

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, “fuck, sorry. I'm always such a nervous mess with stuff that could potentially hurt you. You know me, I’d have to murder myself if I ever hurt you. Like not in a suicidal way but a revenge kinda way.”

“I know”, you giggle, pecking his lips, “you're so dramatic, please don’t murder yourself.”

Jungkook peels his eyes open, gazing at you. You do the same.

“Do you wanna do more?” you ask him.

“Only if you want to.”

“I do.”

Jungkook smiles shyly, “then I wanna do more.”

“Awesomesauce.”

He giggles, “oh god. I haven't said that in ages, have I?”

“Hehe yeah”, you giggle, scrunching your nose up.

Jungkook does the same before leaning in and claiming your lips in a sweet kiss. One you retort happily, scooting closer to him just to get more.

"I'm so excited", you mumble between kisses.

"Me too", he answers you, breaking the kiss to look, “I just realised that I tied up your hands wrong. You wanted to be on your tummy, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You can’t do that like that”, he says, “wait, I’ll fix it”, he adds and sets the candle aside. He lights it again to make sure more wax can be collected, then hurries back to you. He climbs on bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you to reach your wrists.

“Fuck, that’s nice”, you whisper, resting your head back against him. His chest feels so strong like that, his arms are cradling you so nicely.

Jungkook hums softly, kissing your shoulder.

“That’s it baby, lean into me. I’ve got you”, he whispers, opening the metal clip of the chain keeping your wrists together. He takes your hands and then guides them behind your back, “I’ve got you all to me”, he adds before chuckling playfully.

“Yeah”, you sigh, squirming on the sheets. It’s so nice to be his prisoner. He’s the most amazing captor. You hope he’ll never release you again.

The clip closes, Jungkook snatches the blindfold from your lap. Then he runs his hands up your arms until he reaches your shoulders. He massages them for a little, lips dancing over your neck slowly.

“I’ll put the blindfold on now, yeah?” he whispers.

“Yes, please do it”, you sigh, gasping when Jungkook places the soft fabric over your eyes. He guides it to the back of your head, closing it carefully.

“Too tight?”

“A little, yeah.”

Jungkook fixes it, “better?”

“Yes, that’s good. I really like it.”

“Me too”, he says, kissing the back of your head, “you look so pretty like that.”

“God Koo, I’m so wet”, you confess, rubbing your thighs together, “you feel so good.”

“You too sweetie, you make me so hard”, he whispers, pressing a loving kiss to your shoulder, “do you wanna lie on your tummy now, mhm?”

“Yeah I do.”

“That’s my girl. Come, I’ll help you.”

With Jungkook’s gentle hands you lie down on your stomach successfully. He even makes sure that your hair doesn’t tickle you and that your neck is relaxed.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Good. I’m comfy. Thank you, Koo.”

“That’s good to hear”, he says, letting his eyes travel down your body, “okay but look at you. You’re a literal goddess”, he gasps, running his hands down your back.

“Fuck”, you whisper under your breath, parting your legs needily. He’s got you so riled up without actually having done much. Jungkook’s just that good. He knows exactly what to do or say to get you all hot and bothered.

“I’ll get the candle and then we can start, yeah?”

“Just hurry up, god, you tease.”

Jungkook chuckles.

“I see someone’s getting impatient”, he says, giving your butt a soft spank, “naughty girl.”

“Urgh just do it, you doofus”, you groan, rolling your eyes mentally.

Jungkook snickers. He loves teasing you so much. You are always so cute when you pretend to be annoyed by it.

He crawls off the bed afterwards to get the candle.

You listen to him, shivering in excitement. You can hear his steps, when he blows out the candle and then feel the mattress dent beside you. His hand touches your upper back, making you gasp softly. It feels so warm now that all you can concentrate on is your sense of touch. You squirm, thighs pressing together in search for friction.

He chuckles, letting you know that he is watching you squeeze your legs together and therefore figured you out.

“I bet your pussy’s so wet, isn’t she, sweetie?” he rasps.

“Please Koo”, you plead, “don’t tease me.”

“I’m not”, he says in a snicker.

“Koo.”

“Okay, okay. Fine”, he laughs, “I’m already starting.”

He lifts the candle over your back, keeping it on your shoulder area.

“I’ll tilt it now, yeah?” Jungkook makes sure.

“Yeah, tilt it”, you say, waiting for the burn with held breath.

Jungkook is holding his breath as well, tilting the candle as slowly as possible. The wax drips down in three dots, making you gasp and for Jungkook to remove it quickly.

“Too hot?” he asks, watching you writhe on the mattress.

You groan, trying oh so hard to wiggle your shoulder.

“Baby, please say something. Did I hurt you?” Jungkook insists, voice shaking in emotion.

“No, it really surprised me”, you say, “do it again please.”

"Okay, but not much", he says, moving the candle over your back again to tilt it.

The first drip makes you groan and wiggle, the second drip makes you gasp and by the time Jungkook let the third droplet fall on your shoulder blade you are moaning.

The burn is sharp and only really lasts a second before dying down as a numb, bearable pinch. It feels so intense now that you can’t see what he is doing.

“How is that?” he asks you, letting a fourth droplet land on your skin.

“It's, ah, it’s good”, you rasp, “more.”

Jungkook tilts the candle, finally allowing for more wax to pour on you. He moved the candle further into the middle of your back for it, making you arch in surprise.

“Holy fuck”, you gasp, clenching your hands into fists at the intense yet addicting sting. You can feel it spread all over your skin. It cools down slowly, keeping the burn going for oh so long.

“Was that too much?” he sounds so nervous again.

“No, it wasn’t. Please just…” you sigh, “...continue. I'll tell you if it gets too much.”

"I'm sorry, I know the constant questions are a mood killer. I'm really nervous”, he says, "sorry", he adds in a whisper.

"Kook", you say, flip your head so you face him, "don’t apologize for that. I'm sorry if I made it sound as if I was annoyed by it. I just want you to have fun and not worry so much about whether you're doing good or not, you know?"

"Yeah I know. I do. I'm having lots of fun. The wax looks really sexy on your skin", he says, touching the drying wax right between your shoulder blades.

You sigh, chasing him happily.

"Feels good, Koo", you tell him in hopes that this would help him relax.

"It feels really good", he agrees, "it's still so warm. Does it really not hurt?"

“It didn’t hurt you, did it?”

“No but I'm a pain slut, I like it", he says, cracking you up.

"I like it too, doofus", you giggle, nuzzling into the sheets comfortably, "so please more. Wanna be covered in it."

"Okay, okay. I’ll do it for a little while and you tell me if it gets too much, yeah?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Jungkook leans down to kiss your marked back, straightening up afterwards.

“I love you, sweetie.”

“I love you too, Koo.”

He guides the candle to your other shoulder blade, stopping when he is right above where your upper arm begins. He tilts it, making you gasp shakily as a good amount of wax drips onto you.

You can feel the warmth run down your arm. It is sharp at first before turning into an intense prickling. You really hope for more.

"This is so hot”, Jungkook murmurs, voice raspy as he keeps it low. Tonight is a secret between you and him. He doesn’t want to ruin it by talking too loudly.

Jungkook guides the candle along your arm, leaving a trail of wax on it. The handcuffs jingle as you squirm, your throat produces the neediest moan. Quite frankly, it’s helping him get into the mood more and more. You are so reactive. It’s so hot.

"You're doing so well", he begins to feel confident, you know that he does because praise begins to come natural to him, "you look so pretty with the wax down your arm."

"Koo, don’t stop", you beg, waiting for the next pour with a racing heart. You don’t know where he will place it next and it is this uncertainty which ruins you in the best way possible.

The burn comes on your right arm, starting on your shoulder before stretching all the way down to your wrist.

“It's so hot”, you croak, “feels so good. Please Koo, don’t stop.”

“I have to wait for more wax to melt”, he says, placing the candle on the nightstand and lighting it anew for now, “but that’s okay, yeah? We're still gonna have fun, right?”

He places his hands on your upper back, running his thumbs along your muscles in a slow massage. He leans down, lips brushing your ear.

"We don’t need wax to have fun, do we? I just gotta touch the right spots and you're more melted than the wax."

"You're getting cocky", you sigh, shivering like crazy because of his whispers.

"Yeah and you're into that."

"Tzt", you click your tongue, "whatever."

Jungkook chuckles, kissing down the side of your neck until he has your shoulder under his lips. He kisses the little drops of wax he left, making you sigh and tingle.

And while he kisses you, his thumbs trace the outline of the big patch of wax he left in the middle of your back. The skin around it feels hotter than the rest of your body.

“You’re the prettiest woman, baby”, he praises, having the biggest heart eyes as he looks at your marked body. The wax is white once it dries. Jungkook thinks that it looks so good on your skin. Also maybe that it looks as if he nutted all over your back, but he keeps that thought to himself for now. It’s a really hot thought though, riling him up to the point where he has to fight the urge to take your helpless body and fuck you until you’re unable to speak. Consensually obviously.

You squirm and mewl for him. His fingers are dancing down your torso. It tickles so much. You hope he doesn’t ever stop.

Jungkook places his hand on your inner thigh, watching in delight how you part your legs in reaction. He can’t see your pussy from where he is sitting, but he knows that she must be dripping. You are panting like crazy.

“More”, you whisper, squirming desperately.

Jungkook hums and finally knows it’s safe to move. He slips his hand between your legs, running two of his tattooed fingers through your swollen folds.

“Fuck, oh god, Koo”, you keen, body trembling. You didn’t think he would actually go through with it. You are burning up. The touch feels so good.

“You’re fucking soaked”, he rasps, “fucking hell baby, you’re seriously so wet”, he says, sliding his fingers into your pussy.

“Ah Koo”, you moan, fingers closing in a desperate fist as he stuffs you with his fingers. It doesn’t hurt at all. On the contrary, it feels like heaven.

“Slid right in. Fuck baby, your pussy’s so greedy”, he teases, fucking his fingers in and out of you slowly. It makes the wettest of sounds, riling you up so much. He is right. You sound so wet. Fuck, you didn’t think it would be that much already.

“Koo please”, you mewl.

Jungkook leans down, kissing the edge of the dried wax patch in the middle of your back. And while he worships your marks, his fingers keep moving in you, making the sweetest love to you.

Honestly, he’s got you so needy that it only really takes him a few minutes before you are moving your body in that distinct way you always do before a good orgasm. Jungkook is kissing up and down your spine when you begin squirming, lifting his lips to sneak a glance up at your face.

You’ve got your lips parted, letting out the softest and neediest moans ever. You look as if you are in heaven (you are). You are so ready to cum. His fingers are fucking you so good.

Jungkook feels you clench around him and he knows it’s now or never. He pulls out.

“No”, you gasp loudly, hips shooting off the mattress in an attempt to get him back inside.

Jungkook laughs, pinning them back down.

“Why???” you whine, squirming under his strong grasp.

“More wax has melted”, he says nonchalantly.

“Oh god”, you whimper, “why would you do that to me?”

He chuckles deeply, “because I can.”

And with that, he abandons your terribly weak body on the bed to fetch the candle again.

You feel so betrayed. He edged you. You were so ready to cum around his fingers and now he edged you. Oh it hurts. Your pussy feels so empty now that you don’t have his fingers inside you anymore.

You can hear him blow the candle out and then hurry back to bed.

The mattress dents beside your thighs and a second later, you feel his weight on the back of them. He squeezes your thighs together, using barely any strength for it as you are way too weak.

You whimper, trying to fight the handcuffs. All that squeezing he is forcing you to do is keeping your pussy sensitive. It’s not enough to bring you over the edge, but just enough to remind you that you are abysmally horny right now.

He grips your tied hands and moves them aside to expose your entire ass to him. He rubs his palm up and down on it, sending electricity through your veins.

"You've got the best ass", he whispers.

All you can really do is whimper and mewl. Also fight for air. Oh it’s so hard to breathe.

“Take a breath for me, sweetie” he says and you try to obey as best as possible. Again, breathing is so hard when he’s got you so good.

Sharp, hot pain hits your left buttock.

“Ah fuck!” you yelp, twitching like crazy.

“Okay that was fucking hot. Baby….are you okay?” he rasps, eyes glued to the big patch of wax he left on your ass.

“This, this just- ah-ah”, you shudder, having to almost sob afterwards. This just felt as if he spanked you, except that the burn lingers longer and goes oh so much deeper. You want more

“That was so hot, seriously”, he says, placing his hand on the wax stain, “fuck, you’re burning up there.”

“Koo please”, you whimper, finally spilling tears, “please, please.”

“What do you want?”

“More.”

“You’re a fucking goddess”, he rasps, speaking in his native dialect. There it is. The telltale sign that he’s turned on to the brim. That deep, raspy almost lulled voice only comes out when the sex hits just right for him.

The wax hits your other side, forcing your body to flinch in reaction and for your throat to produce the most desperate of moans.

“Fuck, that’s hot”, Jungkook presses out, watching the wax spread over your ass. Some of it even manages to run down your hips, most definitely covering the sheets. He can’t bother to think about the clean up though, all that really matters is how much you are squirming.

He tilts the candle again and uses up the last of the melted wax to cover the middle of your butt, completing the picture that way.

You whimper and flinch, hands clenching into fists and arms tensing as you are trying to fight the restraints.

“How does that feel? You’re squirming so fucking much”, Jungkook asks, placing the candle on the bed for now.

“Like, like you spanked me b-but then it burns longer”, you stutter and sob softly, “Koo I wanna cum.”

“Fuck baby, you’re driving me insane”, he croaks, digging his thumbs into your lower back to massage it desperately, “my cock’s seriously so fucking hard.”

“Koo, please can I cum?”

“Are you even listening to what I tell you?” he asks.

You shake your head, “please”, you beg, lifting your hips only to get them slammed back down into the sheets.

“Stay down”, he growls, tattooed fingers holding you hostage strongly, “I should actually spank you for you not listening to me. I’m talking to you and all you’re thinking about is cumming?” he spits, scrambling your horny little brain. He’s so hot when he pretends to be mad at you for disobeying.

“Koo please”, you mewl, fighting the restraints desperately.

“Tch.”

Jungkook gets off your thighs and then off the bed.

“Koo?” you gasp, head shooting up in fear, “Koo where are you?”

He is as silent as the night. You can’t hear where he went.

“Koo please where are you?”

The floorboards croak on your left side. You turn your head to it, listening with bated breath. It was just once and now it’s silent again. Your heart is pounding.

“Koo please say something”, you beg, shivering like crazy. He’s left you all alone. You feel so destroyed. It’s like he edged you again without having to touch you. You want him back with you, “please I’m begging you, where are you?”

Nothing. Did he leave the room?

“Jungkook?” you whisper, having to whimper and squirm your hips, “please come back.”

Hands grab your ankles all of sudden, surprising you so much that you squeal. In one harsh tug, they managed to tug your weak body all the way down the mattress.

“Ah”, you moan. Jungkook’s back. You happily let him grip your arms and force you to straighten up until he can wrap his strong arms around your waist. He travels one of his hands up between your tits until he can rest it on your throat. His lips press themselves against your neck, he moans as he inhales your scent. He releases his air by growling deeply, lips coming to brush against your ear.

“You were so fucking cute right now. Did you seriously think I’ll leave you when you’re such a fucking mess, mhm?”

You can only make a sound for him. You solely stay up like that because he’s holding you. Without his support you would have already collapsed. Just imagining Jungkook standing at the foot end of the bed, watching you squirm and beg for him is ruining you. Judging by his now exposed boner grinding against your back, he also used the time to get naked. Did he touch himself while you were squirming?

“You can feel, can’t you?”

You nod your head as best as possible.

“It’s so hard for you, baby”, Jungkook rasps, resting his chin on your shoulder, “your tits look so fucking empty, don’t you think?”

“W-what do you mean?” you croak out.

“That”, he says and then the burning sensation of wax dripping onto your chest follows.

“Ah”, the sound is high-pitched and broken. You arch your back, trying to flee but he presses you back into him with his strong arm.

“Just like that”, he whispers, guiding the candle to your other breast to let wax drip down on it. He was ready for your attempt to flee this time around, pressing you into his chest. It makes his muscles tense and flex and for your back to grind against his pierced nipples. Jungkook moans in bliss, eyelids fluttering. That shit feels so good.

“Please”, you squeak out.

“Wanna take it slower again, mhm?” he asks, "I know I've been a little rough with you, haven’t I?"

"No slow", you shake your head, “more please.”

“Fuck baby, so hot”, Jungkook rasps, tilting the candle over your other breast. He feels confident to let a good amount of wax drip onto you.

“Ah, ah, wait ah”, you stutter, writhing desperately.

“I’m stopping”, he says, lifting the candle, “does it hurt? Should I take it off?”

“No, I just”, you take a shaky breath, pressing yourself closer to him, “I wanna cum. It feels so good on my nipple.”

“Fuck”, he exhales, eyes flitting down to your nipple. He didn’t even realise that the wax got all over it. Now it’s covered in a slowly drying layer of white wax, “you’re right, it’s all over your nipple. Holy shit, that’s so hot. How did that feel?”

“Intense. Really, really hot”, you say and then retort to keening, rubbing yourself against him desperately, “please make me cum, please.”

Jungkook growls quietly, you can feel it vibrate against your back. He gives your waist a soft squeeze, rolling his hips into you and therefore grinding his cock against you.

“You’re making me weak”, he says, kissing your shoulder, “not yet, “he says afterwards, “I wanna cover your other side too.”

“Koo please”, you beg weakly, head falling against him as you completely give up. You just wanna cum. Everything feels so intense. His hot, naked skin, his cock against you, his strong hold, the hardness of his nipple piercings, his kisses and the still drying wax on your tits. You can’t handle much more. You just want to cum.

Jungkook tilts the candle over your naked breast, letting the wax run down your skin. The sound you let out goes straight to his cock. You don’t even sound like his normally always so collected wife anymore. Your voice is all frail and high-pitched and your body’s trembling so much. You are also so heated up, skin covered in a layer of sweat. It’s running down along the lines of your tattoos. Jungkook swears, you’ve never been sexier before.

“Please”, you beg, fighting your restraints again which results in your fingertips brushing over his cock.

Jungkook moans throatily, lifting the candle and gathering your newly marked tit between his fingers. He holds it, letting it sit in his palm as the wax dries slowly.

“It’s covering my hand too, baby”, he lulls, “it’s so hot. Fuck, that must feel so good on your nipple. Mhm?”

You nod your head weakly. You are trying to touch his cock again. Maybe if you jerk him off, he’ll finally let you cum. Your nipples are pulsating. They are so sensitive, it’s unbelievable. The wax bordered almost too much on them and now you are suffering the consequences in the form of a dizzy head and a heavily leaking pussy aching for a stuffing.

“Of course it does”, Jungkook rasps and does the unthinkable of taking your nipple between his fingers to massage it. The wax is still wet enough that it smears between his fingers and your oversensitive nipple, adding a layer of unbearable to the massage which you weren’t ready for.

“Seriously”, you croak, collapsing for just a second and then Jungkook is holding you upright again.

“Don’t give up on me, sweetie”, he coos, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“I wanna”, you croak, soaking your blindfold with your tears.

Jungkook chuckles, kissing your shoulder, “I’ve got you baby, you can’t give up yet.”

“Please”, you are trying to touch his cock again, barely managing to do it.

“Mhhm cute”, he purrs, releasing your nipple to instead place his hand on the back of your head, “you’re so needy”, he taunts and then pushes you down.

You let it happen gladly, moaning loudly when Jungkook presses your head into the sheets, keeping your hips up with his right arm still around your waist. You can feel the wax on your ass crack because of it.

He lets go of your head, placing his hand on your covered ass. He traces the cracks in the wax, grabbing his cock with his unoccupied hand.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to touch my cock”, he says, placing his heavy length on your ass to grind it against the wax.

You can barely feel the contact because of it, whining for more instantly.

“I’m so big tonight, baby. It’s reaching you all the way to here”, he says, showing you the spot on your lower back.

You sob, sticking your ass out in hopes he understands.

“Wanna have it, mhm?”

You wiggle your ass and let out a needy sob.

“Then say it.”

“Please feed me cock, Koo”, you beg without hesitation.

“There we go. You sound so sweet when you’re cock needy”, he coos, rewarding you by stuffing you with his big, girthy length.

It makes the wettest, nastiest squelching sound as he fills you up, forcing so much of your juices out of you that it’s dripping onto the sheets.

“Shit baby, it’s like a whole lube bottle exploded inside you”, Jungkook gets out and groans, eyes focused on his cock, “you’re so wet.”

You can only moan and sob happily, feeling your entire body spiral out of control now that you finally have his cock. The emptiness is finally gone. You have Koo’s cock. This is the best thing ever.

Jungkook fucks you slow at first so he can see how he is shaping your pussy. His cock is all wet and white from your juices. Your pussy is so swollen and pretty.

“You’re creaming my cock, baby. That’s so fucking hot ”, he rasps and then he begins to pick up speed.

He makes sure that you feel each one of his thrusts. Hard and deep. It forces your ass to slam against his body and for the wax to crack more and more. Jungkook fucks you right through it, nails digging into your hips from gripping you so hard. He can feel the wax brittle off your ass, but he doesn’t care. You are trembling and writhing in the distinct way you do when your orgasm is close and this time around he doesn’t want to stop. He knew that you wouldn’t last long. You are so desperate that Jungkook is surprised at how long you are able to hold out. He expected you to cum the moment he sticks his dick inside.

“You’re making me cum”, you choke out and sob loudly, fighting the restraints, “please Koo I’ll do anything.”

“Say thank you.”

“Thank you Koo. Thank you”, you squeak, tightening around his cock more and more.

Jungkook deepens his thrusts, grinding his teeth because that makes his balls slap against your clit. You twitch and sob each time that happens, creaming his cock without an end in sight.

“For what? Mhm?” he challenges, staring down at your face. The blindfold is soaked in your tears. It’s so hot to him.

“For your cock! Thank you for your cock, Koo”, you wail, “please mercy.”

“Fucking shit, you’re so hot”, Jungkook growls, feeling himself tense as well. You are begging so sweetly. He abandons one side of your hips to connect his fingers with your clit, “cum. now”, he growls demandingly, making you scream up with just one swirl.

Jungkook is happy for your house at the moment. Just imagining that you guys would still be living in your first flat with all those neighbours surrounding you, is giving him the shivers. They would probably think that he is murdering you.

“Jesus fuck, keep screaming like that. That’s so fucking hot”, he talks you through your orgasm, cock throbbing like crazy.

“Harder”, you beg.

Jungkook obeys, putting his all into his thrusts. Fast, rough, deep. He shakes your entire body because of it. You bite the sheets, muffling some of your screams with it. But not much. He’s making you cum so fucking hard that you can already feel a new wave of electricity built up. And you know for a fact that it’s going to make you squirt.

It happens three strokes later, bursting out of you with such strength that it covers the floor and most of Jungkook’s lower body.

“Shit sweetie”, Jungkook’s hips stutter, “holy fuck, I’m gonna cum. That’s so hot. Keep squirting baby, that’s my girl.”

And yet he still makes sure you get the best out of your high, rubbing your clit just how you need it and fucking your g-spot just how you crave it.

You collapse after your high finally stops shaking you, forcing his cock to slip out of you therefore edging him right before he could release.

You didn’t even notice it happening until you hear Jungkook let out a little sob.

“I was so ready to nut in you”, he whines, “fuck baby, this just hurt”, he croaks and then the distinct sound of him jerking off like a madman fills your ears, “fucking shit you edged me like crazy, fucking holy shit this was the worst”, he chants, tugging on his cock angrily.

You use whatever magical strength suddenly possesses you to flip yourself onto your back and then sit up. You seriously don’t know how you even managed to do that because you feel dead. Maybe it was the insatiable desire to be kinky with him that helped you.

You tilt your head and open your mouth to stick your tongue out as far as possible.

“Shit yes”, Jungkook growls and then his tattooed fingers tangle themselves in your hair at the back of your head. He holds you strongly, keeping your head his willing hostage.

You moan loudly, arching your back to show off your waxed covered tits to him. Jungkook lets out a guttural moan, hand twisting around his tip.

“I’m fucking cumming”, he presses out, shooting his cum all over tongue a second later, “uuurgh fuuuuck”, he groans, brows furrowed and lips curled back to show off his grinding teeth. His fingers tug on your hair more, tilting your head back further. He covers parts of your blindfold as well, cursing in the heaviest dialect you ever heard him speak in.

You welcome his every drop with a needy moan, feeling in heaven. His cum is so hot tonight. It must be because he’s especially horny.

Jungkook finishes off in seven aggressive strokes and then he lets his cock drop, riding out his afterglow by spanking your face with his dick.

You mewl, squirming needily. It’s so hot.

“Good job”, he lulls, spanking your tongue twice, “swallow.”

You obey gladly, swallowing all the cum you had on your tongue.

“Good girl”, he praises, “clean.”

You know what to do, sticking your tongue out to clean his cock off all the cum he smeared all over it. Jungkook is holding your head the entire time, purring deeply and with his eyelids barely staying open. That’s the type of overstimulation he fucking loves. Just about bordering too much. It’s the best shit.

“You’re doing such a good job”, he praises, guiding a still dirty spot to your tongue so you can clean it off.

You do so with a happy mewl, swallowing his creamy cum gladly. He tastes so good.

“There we go, all done”, Jungkook says and leans down to kiss your forehead, “you just did the best job”, he whispers, kissing your lips next.

His tenderness brings tears to your eyes. All of the tension is finally falling off of you. You are crumbling and you need him to hold you when it happens.

“Koo”, you choke out, sniffling like crazy.

“I’m here”, he says, moving without hesitation to take you atop his lap and into his arms. He’s brought you into this state a hundred times before, so he knows exactly what to do.

He opens the clasp on the handcuffs. Your arms are around his waist instantly.

Then he tugs the blindfold off as best as possible. Your face is hidden in the crook of his neck instantly, your happy little sobs are muffled by the position.

Jungkook knows that you need that right now. You always get like that when the sex was way too good and he managed to get you so deep into subspace that only crying makes coming back to reality easier to bear.

“I’m here my darling, I’m right here with you”, he soothes you, rubbing your back.

He knows that you aren’t upset or sad or in pain. You sound different when you are. This right here is relief, happiness and a well deserved release of tension. He knows that it is because you let out little giggles between loud sobs, “I’m right here with you baby, right here. I’m keeping you safe, my baby. Hear me? Nothing can hurt you.”

“Koo I love you”, you sob, hugging him tighter.

“I love you too my love”, he promises you, rubbing your upper back slowly, “you did so well tonight. I’m so proud of you, sweetie. So, so proud.”

You lift your head, revealing the utter ruined state you are in to him. Jungkook simply smiles and cups your cheek. You lean into him instantly, teary eyes barely staying open.

“Thank you”, you whisper, hiccupping in order not to sob again.

“No, thank you”, he says, “you’re such a good girl. I can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to have you.”

You giggle, nuzzling your face into his palm. Jungkook is melting on the spot.

“You are so cute”, he says.

“Koo, I’m safe”, you whisper cutely and then you fall around his neck, growing oh so small and tiny on his lap as complete comfort overtakes you.

“Yes my sweetie, you are safe”, he whispers, cradling you against his strong chest with the intent of never ever letting you go again.

He will carry you to the bathroom later and there he will run you a hot bath. He will clean the wax off of you and praise you for being his good girl. And later he will hold you until you fall asleep in one of his shirts.

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grraveryl · 2 months

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Food of Fevrith | Garden-Fresh Margherita Pizza

#unicorn overlord #unilord #vanillaware #unilordedit #uoedit #gamingedit #dailygaming #dailyvideogames #mine; edits #mine; gifs #mine; unilord #s; fof

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paperuniverse · 11 months

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What Some Heta Characters Smell Like but by Someone Who is Shit at IDing Smells ~ Part 1

France - Cigarette smoke and strong floral perfume and slight hint of alcohol

Prussia- Clean laundry and natural cleaning products

Germany- Natural cleaning products and baked goods and very subtly of gasoline

South Italy- Some masc Italian cologne and pizza dough

North Italy- Sea breeze and a faintly of a different Italian cologne and basil

Japan- Vanilla and bar soap

Spain- Dirt / plants from his garden and mint and sea breeze

Canada- Firewood and clean laundry and sometimes a hint of weed

America- Subtle axe body spray and something burning (think fireworks when lit) and dirt/plants

Cuba- Cigar smoke and musky cologne

England- Stale cigarettes and mint and fresh baked scones

Austria- Lavender and piano polish

#hetalia headcanons #paperuniverse post #hetalia #hws america #hws england #hws france #hws germany #hws north italy #hws japan #hws austria #hws canada #hws cuba #hws south italy #hws prussia #hws spain

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askwhatsforlunch · 1 year

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Hot Burrata Margherita

After spending most of the day gardening, Ava and I cosied up in the sofa last night, sharing this delicious Hot Burrata Margherita, with a glass of New Zealand Sauv Blanc, and the first series of Pot Luck (one of our favourites, and it so make us want to return to Wellington!) Ava reckons Mel, Beth and Debs would all love this pizza if I brought it on one of the Tuesday night gatherings!

Ingredients ( makes 1 pizza):

1 1/2 tablespoon Chili and Herb Oil

a dozen ripe Cherry Tomatoes

1/4 teaspoon dried oregano

1/4 teaspoon dried thyme

half a dozen leaves fresh Basil

a heaped teaspoon tomato paste

2 tablespoons Modena Balsamic vinegar

a pinch of salt and freshly cracked black pepper

a little water

1/2 tablespoon caster sugar

255 grams/9 ounces Pizza Dough

125 grams/ounces burrata (di bufala)

half a small hot chili pepper

freshly cracked black pepper

4 large leaves fresh Basil

In a small, deep skillet, heat Chili and Herb Oil over a high flame.

Halve or quarter Cherry Tomatoes, and add them to the hot Oil, allowing them to release their juice and soften. Season with dried oregano and dried thyme.

Finely chop Garden Basil, and stir into the Tomatoes. Add tomato paste, and cook out, 1 minute.

Deglaze with Balsamic Vinegar, and cook, 1 minute more.

Finally, season with salt and black pepper, and loosen with just a bit of water; the sauce must coat the wooden spoon generously. Stir in caster sugar until dissolved.

Remove from the heat and let cool completely.

Preheat oven to 250°C/485°F. Lightly oil a large pizza pan, or line a baking tray with baking paper.

On a lightly floured surface, roughly roll out Pizza Dough (you can also hand-stretch it, if you prefer. Place Pizza Dough onto prepared pizza pan or baking tray.

Generously spread tomato sauce onto Pizza Dough, just leaving out the edges.

Cut the burrata into quarters, and arrange onto the tomato sauce.

Place pizza in the hot oven, and bake, at 250°C/485°F, for about 14 to 17 minutes, until crust is beautifully golden and cheese is bubbly.

Cut chili pepper into small, thin slices.

Remove pizza from the oven, and scatter chili pepper generously all over. Top with fresh Basil leaves.

Serve Hot Burrata Margherita immediately, with a glass of chilled, crisp Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc.

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iamthecomet · 15 hours

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𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺: 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

Rating: G Pairing: Swiss/Mountain Words: 741 Mushy May by @forlorn-crows Banner by @ghuleh-recs

Mountain sets an armload of pots down in the soft grass of the greenhouse. He straightens, stretching his spine until it pops loudly. He sags, wiping sweat from his brow with his dirt covered forearm, smearing it through auburn eyebrows and over freckled skin.

Swiss huffs out a laugh as he watches, setting more pots down, looking over at Mountain’s dirt streaked face.

“It’s too hot for this and you know it.”

Mountain frowns. It is hot. It’s a balmy 95 outside, so he knows the greenhouse is much warmer. The air thick and damp. Beyond the glass walls he can see the others at the lake. Cumulus stretched out on a blanket with a book. Rain, Dew and Aeon trying to drown each other, Cirrus, floating a good distance away from them on a giant floaty shaped like a piece of pizza.

“It has to be done, Swiss.”

Mountain sighs, dragging his eyes away from his pack. He’ll finish up here and be out there with them in no time–but he can’t wait any longer. It’s too hot in here for the vegetables he started in the spring, and besides that they’re starting to take over.

“Today?”

Mountain nods. “It’s going to rain tomorrow. If we get them in today they’ll get a good strong start and–”

“And we’ll be overrun with tomatoes and cucumbers and squash like always,” Swiss teases. “I think there’s still shredded zucchini in the freezer from last year.”

“Leave it to you to scoff at abundance.” Mountain rolls his eyes. “It’s only a couple more trips. I can do it, you don’t have to help.”

Mountain turns to gather more plants. Loading his arms with plastic and terracotta pots alike, balencing them precariously in an attempt to make it take less trips back and forth from the vegetable garden. Swiss catches a poorly balanced pepper plant just before it falls to its death.

“Shut up,” Swiss chides. Taking more of the plants from Mountain. “I don’t mind.”

“You were just complaining.”

Swiss waves him away. “So? I can complain and still like helping. I just wish you’d talk to them less while you’re planting them, it would go faster.”

“You have to talk to them, Swiss.” Mountain says, matter-of-fact as they push through the greenhouse doors and out onto the lawn. “They get nervous otherwise.”

Swiss doesn’t dignify that with a response, instead he just leads the way to the vegetable garden. A wide swath of freshly tilled land surrounded by a low stone wall, bracketed by fruit trees in full bloom. Swiss takes his stack of plants to one side of the garden, and Mountain goes to the other.

They work silently. Planting seedlings in neat organized rows. Hands tamping down fresh dirt around delicate roots. Mountain whispering praises, and reassurance to each tiny plant.

There’s a whoop of laughter from the lake, and a shriek that could only belong to Cirrus.

“Someone flipped her,” Swiss says without looking up.

“They’ll be dead before dinner.”

“It’s really a shame that we’re missing the show.”

Mountain laughs to himself, he shakes his head as he plants his last cucumber plant. “We can take a break, if you want.”

Swiss stands up, wiping dirt off the knees of his jeans even though it’s a lost cause. He shakes his head.

“It’s like one more batch. We might as well finish. The lake will be there when we’re done.”

Mountain’s back screams in protest when he stands, but he knows Swiss is right. He knows if they go to the lake now–even if it is just to watch Cirrus attempt murder–they’ll never come back and the last batch of Sunshine’s favorite tomatoes will never make it into the ground.

“You’re right.”

“Usually am,” Swiss says with a smile. He slings his sweaty arm around Mountain’s shoulders, leans his head into Mountain’s. Horns knocking together as Mountain angles toward him. Swiss smells like sweat, and dirt and weed. Earthy in a way that makes Mountain want to crawl inside of that smell and live there.

“Just, less talking to the plants this time, yeah? I do want to make it to the lake before winter.”

Mountain sighs, tries to swallow a laugh. “Fine. But it’s your fault when we don’t have enough tomatoes.”

Swiss rolls his eyes, breaking away from Mountain to pull open the greenhouse door and step into the oppressive heat. “I’m willing to risk it.”

#comet writes #mushy may 2024 #Swissalps #Mountain Ghoul #Swiss Army Ghoul #Mountain/Swiss #Swiss Ghoul #Ghost Fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fic #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #nameless ghoul fanfic

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seaoflove07 · 6 months

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🌹 Oc Introduction 🌹

• Artwork by The Drawables •

The red rose symbolizes romance, love, beauty, & courage.

It was the beginning of you and me,

Little by little,

You haunted my heart

and I

Became your Rose.

- Poetry By Me.

• I created my Oc on Picrew •

~ Diabolik Lovers Oc ~

A human young adult.

Name: Christine Melendez.

Gender: Female.

Pronouns: She/her.

Age: 20 years old.

Nationality: Hispanic American.

Languages she speaks: She is fluent in English and Spanish.

Blood Type: A+

Favorite Color: Pink.

Birthday: October 21st.

Favorite Flower: Pink and Red Rose.

Favorite Season: Summer.

Favorite Food: Pizza.

Favorite Drink: Coffee. She's a coffee lover who drinks 5 or 6 cups a day. Please don't judge her.

Hobbies: Reading Poetry, Coffee Dates, Listening to Music, Baking Cookies and Nature walks.

Places she loves going to: The Beach, Botanical Gardens, Mall, Coffee Shops, Museums, and Bookstores. (Even though she only reads on her Kindle)

Christine is very hard-working and responsible. She hates laziness. She is a very outgoing person, loves hangouts and she's very talkative. She is not a shy person when it comes to meeting new people.

She lives in the United States and works at an Elementary School. She's one of the younger Teachers. She loves working with children.

Christine has a kind heart and loves helping others. But her little self can get moody at times and she gets angry easily. But she knows how to control her temper.

~ APPEARANCE ~

• Artwork by December Custom •

Eye Color: Medium Brown.

Hair: Blonde and her hair is 24 inches long. Sometimes she will have two different hairstyle.

Example: Left soft wavy. Right soft curls.

Height: 157.48 cm.

Breast size: B cup.

Scent: Roses.

All her body care, hair products, and perfumes are rose-scented. She's obsessed with the scent, it brightens her mood and it’s relaxing to her. Christine has a lot of perfumes but her favorite one that she wears almost every day is a perfume oil called,

“Pure Rose.”

• Photo by Me •

The scent is described as a Flowery scent of pure fresh red roses in full summer bloom. 🌹

It's Azusa's favorite on her as well. 🤭

Style: Girly and Feminine.

• Artwork by Mark BrushesHands •

My Oc will not have a main outfit. She will have different outfits in all her arts.

Christine loves fashion and getting doll-up. She loves dresses. (Casual and Elegant)

She also loves skirts, cute blouses, high heels, and gold jewelry. Her favorite everyday necklace is a Gold Cross.

~ Diabolik Lovers AU Story Information ~

Story Title: Love Planted a Rose. 🌹

It will be a Trilogy. Dark, Maniac, and Ecstasy.

Art Cover and Story Description, Here.

Christine Diaboy Ship: 🔪Azusa Mukami.

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Azusa will be her one and only, I will NOT do Love Triangles or Multi-ship with the other Diaboys.

~ Why he calls her “Rose?” and not “Eve?”

Azusa calls Christine “Rose” mainly because of her scent of roses. But he has also said that the Red Rose in general reminds him of her.

Quotes is from a short Fanfic I wrote.

Azusa: “… I was… walking in the garden… and I picked up this… red rose for you...”

Caressing her cheek, he looks at her with so much love in his eyes.

Azusa: “You are… just… like this rose… You’re pretty… like this rose… you smell nice… like this rose … your skin is soft… like the…rose petals… and your blood… is the same color… like this rose…”

Quotes are from my Novel, Chapter 3.

Christine: “Rose? Why are you calling me “Rose?” When my name is Christine.”

He moves closer to her, runs his fingers through her hair, and strokes it. While caressing her arm with his other hand.

Azusa: “Your scent… is so good… and your skin… is so soft… like rose petals… you remind me of a beautiful red rose… The name suits you…”

“So nice... my own... little rose...”

Azusa likes to give roses to Christine as gifts, he also loves to place roses and other flowers on her hair. To him, she looks adorable. Later on in their story he also bought her a Red Rose hair clip. (The Red Rose in her hair that you see her wear in most of her arts, that's the clip he bought her) ☺️ Azusa also knows how to make Flower Crowns but he will only do those on special occasions.

Azusa and Christine both like going to the Garden a lot. They love taking walks together, holding hands, and enjoying the beautiful view of the different colors of the roses.

Roses are a huge symbol of their relationship.

The reason he doesn't call her “Eve” is because Yui Komori is in my story. She is the only true Eve. I did not want to replace Yui with Christine for the Eve Tittle. So I came up with another plan instead. Yui in this story her Diaboy choice is Ayato. (They are my favorite Ship) 🤭

Yui and Christine become good friends and you will see lots of interactions between them in the story.

So there is no reason for Azusa to call Christine “Eve” when she's not Eve.

Karlheinz has a different plan for Christine. He personally chose her. But I won't reveal that plan yet because it's a huge spoiler and a big character change. I'll probably reveal that plan in Maniac.

More information about their canon story and Ryoutei Academy. This will all be in another separate post.

~ Past Relationship ~ ⚠️

Before Azusa, Christine had a 4-year relationship with a guy from her hometown. His name is Mark. He was her first love.

Their first two years together was fantastic, and she was madly in love with him. But in their third year together everything changed. Mark started to be cold, he became verbally abusive to her. It was so bad to the point she started to believe his words. Making her feel worthless. They had lots of heated bad arguments. One time out of anger he almost raped her. He didn't succeed because someone knocked on his apartment door.

They continued this terrible relationship.

Christine even though she was unhappy she still loved him and tried to make it work. But nothing was good enough for Mark and he still continued to treat her like garbage.

One day he told her that he had been seeing someone new for a while now and that he wanted to start a serious relationship with that woman. He ends the relationship with Christine.

The fact that he was cheating behind her back, that he ended it first and moved on with someone else like she was nothing.

That broke her.

• From Picrew •

There will be Flashbacks of this topic in Love Planted a Rose, and the asshole Ex will make his appearance in Maniac.

Love Planted a Rose, (Dark) will come out in either January or February. It will be published here on Tumblr and A03.

Admin Note:

If you read up here, thank you! I did try to not make this extremely long.

If you decide to read her story with Azusa, you will get to know Christine's personality even more. And of course, you will see her relationship with Azusa bloom. 💗🔪🌹

I do plan soon to open my Ask box again and maybe to do some Interactions with other Ocs.

I don't do Rps here on Tumblr. Only on Discord. If you want to Rp with Christine, just send me a DM and we can plan.

Christine Aesthetics.

~ Flower Crown ~ Angel ~ Flowers ~

~ Lavender Haze ~ ~Christmas 2023 ~

~ Reading Azusa’s Love Letter

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers oc #christine #his rose #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers fandom #diabolik lovers fanfiction #azusa & rose #mukami brothers #love planted a rose #diabolik lovers fanfic #diabolik oc #oc introduction

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igglemouse · 1 month

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The start of a new day brings me a fresh wave of optimism and that's all because of the success of my stand. It started as a random dream, a stray hope that maybe, just maybe, I could move forward into a new life and have it be fueled by a career driven by my passion and ambition.

So yes, I will start the day off with left over pizza because I simply deserve it!

There are a few things I must do before I can really get the day started. The usual chores of course. I cook so there's always dishes to be done and counters to be cleaned and of course there's always flowers to attend to as well. It's the dying days of spring with the coming of summer so I have plenty of gardening left ahead of me it looks like and that is work I look forward to.

Just when I think things are going well the day hiccups, putting before me a challenge, a problem to be solved in the form of a broken toilet. Yeah, I'm not going to worry about it and so I call the now usual repair service, my voice familiar to them by now, and let them know that something else in my house is broken.

I thought about trying to fix it myself but I do have things to do today and I do have somewhere to be as well.

And that somewhere? Pascal's.

I'm not going to dwell on what Simón and I shared earlier this week. I'll think of it as a book completed and closed. I've come to Oasis Springs to start a new life and that means starting new relationships which also includes those of the romantic variety.

So here I am before Pascal's place, large, big enough to house multiple people to be sure but its less than what I would have expected. He's an athletic prodigy, right? The next big thing? I'd think he'd at least live in a mini-mansion of sorts.

It's more than I have so who am I to judge?

Pascal is there to open the door for me and lead me deeper inside. Holding my hand on the way there, perhaps ready to direct me into this next part of my life or maybe he's just grabby? Either way, his presence is welcoming and his smile is inviting.

"You look amazing," he breathes out, bringing his lips to my fingers for a well placed kiss. Playing the role of gentleman, I suppose? The subtle action brings some warmth to my cheeks that is difficult to hide.

Pascal pushes every button for me. Physically, he's everything I could ever want. Mentally? Well, that is up for debate, isn't it? Mental faults are something you have to dig up to discover. Honestly, I feel fortunate that he finds me attractive at all.

"Love day is tomorrow," I remind him, already picturing another date with him, wondering if I should imagine a future with him at all.

"I know! It's just too bad I have a game that day," he says, sincerely disappointed, I think. "It is only a day, we have more than one day to spend together, don't we?"

"We do," I agree, two words fumbling from my lips and realizing that the language we are using right now assumes there is an 'us'. It's vague and really, too vague for my tastes. I want something more, something concrete, something I can rely on. Especially from a man like him. I chew on my lower lip, hesitating to ask the question I know must be asked. "When you say we..."

The laughter that comes from him is welcoming and the sound itself pushes relief through me. It's warm and jovial and comes before a confident nod of his head. "Yes, we! There should be a we, shouldn't there?" It was my turn to give a nod, I feel a little fluttery to be honest, thinking this relationship is advancing rapidly but feeling like there is no sense in getting in front of a speeding train. "Frida?"

"Y-yes, yes, 'we' sounds good!" Does that make it official? I suppose so. For a moment I think of Simon and then remind myself that he's a man from my past and not my future.

In the wake of our mutual agreement I can see that Pascal seems a little lighter, the smile on his face brighter with a vibrant look to his eyes. It's the look I imagine he has on his face after scoring a goal or making a crucial play while playing futbol.

Speaking of that, I find myself a little more curious about his world. I don't know much about it, if I'm being honest, next to nothing other than a bunch of people kick a ball around and try to get it into a goal, but the questions I ask him, about the basics and such, creates a shared energy between us. His passion for kicking balls around on a field is very infectious. "I should come! See you play-"

"It's an away game," he says, crushing that idea the moment I thought of it. "Of course you could travel. There's a wives club or something, they keep together sometimes but-"

"Yeah, pass," I reply a little harshly. I'm not a wife and I sure don't want to spend time with a gaggle of what I presume are stuck up and spoiled women who will certainly judge me for being just a girlfriend. "I can't any ways, my food stand is really picking up and I don't want to slow down that momentum."

"Your stand is so cute," he says, bringing energy back into the conversation. "And those waffles were amazing. I keep meaning to come back but my diet is pretty strict sometimes."

That I can understand. He's an athlete, after all. "I thought about becoming a full time chef. You know, work at a restaurant so that I can earn even more simoleons."

At this he frowns for just a moment. Quick enough for me to notice. He's also quick to explain himself. "If you're going to be with me you won't have to worry about simoleons."

"You can never have too many! Besides, I'd like some simoleons that I earn for myself. You know?"

"Yeah," he utters, but the word comes out flat, a tone that doesn't quite fit well into my ears. It's a disagreement then, one he's not ready to get into but what could be the issue? If we were to become official official, you know, living together and everything, what would be wrong with having more simoleons between us? "Give it a year, Frida, and I'll be one of the best players in the world. Simoleons will never be an issue for us."

He says it with such conviction and confidence that all I can do is nod my head. There is a clear determination in his voice and and a look in his eyes that tell me this is a future he's already seen. One promised to him or at least he believes it has been promised to him. This part of him is a little intimidating, the drive of a man that will not be stopped and will let nothing get in the way of his goals but that part of him is also exciting and admirable. Maybe it's because its a contrast to what Simón offered, a man who was happy to get what he could out of life, nothing more. Pascal, I can tell, is a man that settles for nothing.

I make it back home with more of a direction. I'm not single anymore. I'm not single! I don't know if this is a good or bad thing (because you know ladies sometimes its better to be single than miserably coupled) but it is definitely a thing!

I'm back in my kitchen, making waffles and baking cookies and decided to do something a little new. Fried chicken! It's one of those foods universally loved, who hates fried chicken? Other than vegetarians and vegans I suppose but I hope it will be a welcomed surprise for my customers!

The waffles and cookies disappear from my counter, dishes that are familiar to my customers by now, and the chicken is not far behind. Overall, a pretty breezy 700 or so simoleons are earned and that's enough alone for rent. I might outgrow my little place before I can even get settled into it!

The sun starts to fall, casting long shadows over the day and slowly but beautifully giving way to night. I don't like having my stand open at night because...duh, why would I? So I'm just about ready to close up shop until one more person lingers over to my stand.

"Hola!" I call out, catching his attention. One more sale won't hurt.

"Fryda?" He asks, his pronunciation all wrong. I nod my head any ways, impatiently wanting to make my sale and call it a night. "Closing up?"

"Yes, loong day but...one more," I keep it simple, Simlish still being new to me meant short sentences are better than longer ones and despite what others say I do not like my accent.

"Anything you would suggest?"

"Ummmm..." that's a question I don't get a lot so it makes me think for a moment. I look over the counter, most of the dishes are cleaned, my best offerings long gone leaving nothing I'd really suggest. "Pizza?" I wave a hand over it. It's not my best creation but he smiles, hands me his simoleons, and takes a slice.

"Can't go wrong with pizza! Thanks, Fryda!"

But little does Friday know that her last lingering customer was none other than Ray Booker. Infamous local food critic and one who was looking for any reason to leave a scathing review.

He happily made his way to a nearby bench in a neighborhood park, cleared of children thankfully, and signaled for his cameraman to pop out and start the show.

Once the lens fell on him he went into his usual motions. Playing up his chewing, making the same 'oooh' and 'ahhh' sounds as if his palate was so distinct that he could suss out every bit of flavor.

After finishing it, he gave his audience a knowing smirk, an expression they knew all too well as the precursor for a bad review.

"I've never had a slice of pizza so bad that it might make me consider having pizza ever again. Who makes a cream corn pizza, any way..."

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