#I fucking love a well done skimpy outfit

[jessica-problems]

Just saw the music video for Thot Shit for the first time and, like, holy shit. that's a whole ass twilight zone episode dissecting the hypersexualization of working class black women. First music video I've ever seen where I straight up do not feel qualified to comment on the nuances of everything that's going on here. There's race, there's class, there's gender, there's all sorts of shit going on. There's power, there's racialization and white fear of black people just living their lives. There's the hypocrisy of objectifying black women while criticizing them for being sexy. There's the focus on a white dude when the black women are doing all the work. There's one(1) shot of a white women in a frumpy suit utterly failing to keep up with all the black women's moves. And then the guy's face gets transmogrified into a pussy at the end? That's the one bit I actually just don't understand. There's, like LAYERS to everything going on here. And wow, I found an interview where she talks about what inspired it and she's so humble downplaying it, like "oh haha I just liked the way it sounded when I came up with it in the shower"

you gotta click through to watch it on youtube, because it is, like, the most twerking asses I have ever seen in a single video, and also there's a genuinely unsettling cronenberg bit at the end, so it's age restricted.

[monstersflashlight]

Hi me again here |˶˙ᵕ˙ )ﾉﾞ

Loved your little piece about the forest entity, so you'd make me very happy with a second part :)

Tentacles and forest monsters are just soo good <3

So yeah, I'll keep looking and loving your writing, thanks for all your amazing work ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Hi! Thank you so much for your compliments, that’s so sweet! Here you have it a little bit of filth <3 Part 1 is here, if someone needs a refresher.

Plant toy

Forest entity x fem!human || tentacles (vines), bondage, edging, oral sex, double penetration, gagging, nipple clamps

You had no idea what compelled you into going back to the forest, but there you were, wearing a skimpy outfit and walking around without any reason. You felt stupid, but also a bit excited. A bit turned on. The opportunity of finding the forest entity that fucked you too good to pass. You wanted a repeat… Well, more like you needed a repeat.

In the past couple weeks since it happened, you couldn’t think of anything else, your brain was completely stuck on him. (You didn’t miss the joke about being stuck on a tree-hole just to end up being stuck on a forest entity). Every second of every day you wanted to feel him again, to feel those vines and roots against your body, constricting your movements and leaving you at his mercy.

It was exhilarating, but the memory was not enough anymore. You burned down the batteries on two of your sex toys and had not enough energy to keep looking for more fun ways to get yourself off. Nothing was as good as the vines, nothing was as good as him.

So there you were, getting lost in the forest. On purpose this time.

You wandered for what felt like hours, until your body was tired and your anticipation dissipated into a more real sense of fear. You didn’t know where you were, if he didn’t show up at some point you’d be lost in the forest without a way to find your way back. You felt like you were walking in circles, unable to see anything as the sun started to set. Real panic started to fill your insides.

“You are lost and scared once again, but this time you have done this to yourself… Why?” His voice startled you, and you screamed. As you turned around, the vision of his strange face calmed you completely. He was there. He came for you.

A rush of adrenaline filled your body and your panties got wet. Fuck, that ethereal voice was messing with your libido big time. “I- I was looking for you.” You told him, voice caught in your throat as some vines and roots bloomed from the ground beneath your feet and lifted your body, undressing you in the process.

“For me? Why?” His utter confusion would have been cute if you weren’t suspended in the air with wines holding your arms and legs apart.

“I don’t know.” That was a weak ass response and you knew it. He tilted his head to the side like he was trying to decipher your whole soul with a look. Maybe he was doing exactly that, how would you know. “Okay, okay… I- I wanted a repeat,” you confessed in a murmur.

“Of what, human?” His uncanny features made your insides twist and turn, but also made you even more curious to know more about him. “There’s no balance to be restored now. Are you making a free offer to the forest?” He added. You didn’t think of that. You didn’t think of anything apart from getting fucked again. You were so dumb. Your face flushed at the acknowledgment that you got lost on purpose just to get fucked by vines. How freaky was that?

“I- Yes! Yes. That’s it,” you agreed, without really knowing what that would entitle. “I want… I want you to do that again… with the vines.” Your face burned as you said it.

Said vines took on their own and started caressing your body, like he wasn’t controlling them, as if they were a living organism on their own. That filled you with an unsettled feeling, but part of you liked that thought. Part of you wanted to be at the mercy of some mindless plant organism.

He turned around, not looking at you. Disappointed had a sour taste against your mouth. “I see…” He was leaving. He was leaving you there without even looking twice at you. Without an explanation.

“Wait! Are you going to leave me here?” You asked, panicked. Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your ears. The spike of fear mixed with anticipation and arousal, leaving you breathless.

“I need to retrieve something, I’ll be back.” Just as he was saying that, some more vines appeared in front of you and stuff your mouth until you couldn’t answer back, like a plant gag.

He left you there, mouth stuffed with vines and your body suspended in the air by plant-acles (plant tentacles?). As soon as he disappeared, the vines took a turn. More vines and roots appeared around you, touching you. Caressing every inch of your body. The ones in your mouth started thrusting into your throat until you were gagging and salivating around them. It felt like the messiest blowjob of your life as some more vines and roots caressed your nipples and clit. It was exhilarating.

But they wouldn’t finish you. The tentacles around you played with your sensitive areas, pinching, caressing, sucking… You were thrown against the edge a thousand times, but they never let you cross it. The vines moved and caressed around you, tightening and releasing parts of your body. It was maddening, the unfulfilled pleasure was driving you completely insane. Over and over for what felt like hours but was probably less than twenty minutes, the vines edged you until every caress felt like it was going to make you explode. But it didn’t. They didn’t let you.

When he reappeared in front of you, you could have sobbed. If you weren’t already crying because of the overstimulation and the edging. Tears ran freely down your face, mixing with the drool around the plant-gag fucking your throat. You felt used. And you enjoyed it, like the little pervert you were.

He looked at you for a few seconds, “I shouldn’t have left them unsupervised. My apologies, human.” His apology sounded a lot like a non-apology. He wasn’t sorry at all, he consciously left you there with wild vines edging you, the little smirk playing at the corner of his mouth was answer enough. “I found the compass.” You didn’t know what he was talking about, but the vines wouldn’t stop moving and you felt ready to explode. You wanted to scream at him, to beg him to end the torture to your senses and let you come. But he kept talking. “Now you would be able to find me,” he explained. He looked at you expecting an answer you were unable to provide. “Oh, the vines…” He moved his hand and the vines fucking your throat retracted.

You breathed deep before chanting: “Please, please, please…” You were unable to form any more words as you screamed and begged for release. “Please let me come. Pleaseeeee!”

“It’s okay, human. I’m here,” he told you softly.

His words sounded ominous, and maybe you should have trusted your instincts because before you realized, the vines around you were morphing and moving. Some of them constricted around your nipples, acting as improvised nipple clamps as he approached step by step to your naked and restricted body. He stood there for a few seconds, admiring his vine work.

And then, he raised his hand and you cried out. For the first time ever, he touched you. His fingers caressed the skin of your abdomen and made a trail lower and lower… When his finger touched your clit, you screamed at the top of your lungs. “None of that, you don’t want to bother the little animals, do you?” He didn’t give you time to react, he conjured a new vine around your head and gagged you.

That wasn’t the only new vine, soon enough there was one curling around your leg, approaching your center. He cooed at you when you whimpered, shushing you as he caressed your hair softly, his other hand still circling your clit.

The tender gesture was such a contrast with the sexual torture he was inflicting on your poor human body. You were dizzy by it. It was maddening. And when the vine pushed into your hungry cunt, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You groaned and moaned as he kept fucking you restlessly.

You were lost in the pleasure he was giving you. So lost that the first touch of a vine against your asshole caught you off guard. You tried to scream, but he wasn’t having any of that. The gag around your mouth pressed harder as you whimpered around it. You were breathing so hard you feared hyperventilation, but his soft touches to your side kept you focused. Bit by bit, the vine pushed inside your asshole until it was fully seated.

And just like that, it began. In perfect sync, the vines inside your pussy and ass started fucking you. It was better than anything you’d ever felt. It was so much more than you thought you could take. But he didn’t ask, he gave and you took.

He was looking at you with such intensity you felt hyperaware of every twitch, every groan and every bit of saliva you let out around the gag. But he still didn’t let you come.

“Just a bit more, human, you are doing great,” his voice was soft as he moved his hands to direct the vines around your body. In and out. In and out. They fucked you in tandem as he looked at you like you were his prize.

His encouragements were making you see stars and a thousand different lights behind your eyes. The assault to your senses so deep and profound you didn’t know how to feel anymore. You didn’t know if it was too much, if it was too little. You could only feel the vines moving in and out of your holes, the stretch and pressure of it against all your sensitive spots.

“Come for me human, give me your offering.” Like a magic word, you exploded on a thousand pieces as your body melted against the vines, a splash of your juices showering everything around you. “That’s, such a good human for me.” That was the last thing you heard before you blacked out.

You woke up next to your car, re-dressed and with a shiny compass next to you.

[babybinko]

My second batch of venture bros genderbends are finally done! :D [first set here]

PLEASE LOOK UNDER THE CUT!!! I made all these nice drawings and doodles of them and I want people to see them without this post being super long! :') [My thoughts on the designs and doodles will be under the cut as well]

Okay NOW I'm going talk about my thought process on some of these:

Baby Rusty: I love the baby Rusty, the frilly socks and sleeves were a must. I actually drew her with the original set of genderbends but I turned off her layer and forgot about her 💀

Jonas Jr: not much to say about her, I tried to make her like Rosie the Riveter. Her little bandana has the Venture logo on it :)

Jonas Sr: I wanted her to be a hot bitch, her outfit is maybe a little scandalous for the time era they were in but I think it fits, canon Jonas is a whore. I think everybody would want her and that every celebrity, politician, and anybody with any power would chase after her so badly.

Blue Morpho: I made her so incredibly slay. I fucking love her outfit, I found the inspo for the outfit on Pinterest but I changed it up a bit. Also her gun has the bayonetta butterfly wings on it as a charm because I HAD TO.

Colonel Gentleman: Not a lot to say, I wanted to give her like horse riding esque boots and I gave her a purple flower cause she likes the ladies. I know generally WLW flowers are Violets and Lavender but I wanted to draw a rose so, Purple rose compromise <3

Dr.Boyfriend 2: With my last round Dr.Boyfriend was the only one people had complaints with. I think people wished he was more Masculine and I agree but if I switched up the design too much it wouldn't look like Dr.Girlfriend. I hope giving him armor and making him look like a knight helped him look more masc. I made the sheer wings cross over his chest to make it look like it was holding up the shoulder armor. Also his guild book is insanely high quality because I was procrastinating drawing his armor.

Goofy and Goober (Watch and Ward): I think they ended up really cute, I tried to make their hair colors close to Doc and Jacksons since I heard they are supposed to be like their "main" self inserts. With Ward I had a really specific idea for her hair, I kept thinking about this haircut from my sims and had to do it. It might be hard to see but her ponytail holders have skull charms on them. I also purposely gave them both some sort of ponytail hairstyle so they would match but be slightly different :) (They are absolutely prank calling or trolling their clients on that phone btw)

Shoreleave: OH MY GOD I LOVE SHORELEAVE. I kept turning her folder back on just to keep looking at her when I was drawing the other characters. She is so captivating to me, she looks so soft and human. I want to take a bite out of her thigh. My biggest inspo for her was Cammy from Street Fighter, I felt like her dressing a bit skimpy works for her since canon Shoreleave kinda does. The girls out for the girls.

Alchemist: I love her design so much too. I wanted her to look like some kind of nun or priestess. She looks like if a Zelda fire temple was a person. I kinda gave her like a weird little hime cut under the hood. Also I put the Triad logo on all three of their designs (+ Triana).

Jefferson: Had a lot of fun with her, I didnt change her design much from canon though so there's not much to say. I did give her more flared pants though. Drawing her hair was a really fun change of pace, I very rarely get to draw textured hair.

College Rusty and Monarch Drawing: I love this one, Monarch turned out so hot dude. You can tell what character I like more LMFAO. I made rusty very obnoxious 80s while keeping the colors of the original college rusty outfit. Monarch kind of looks like postal dude but its fine because shes slay.

Hereditary Venture Family Dinner Drawing: This was one of the first drawings I started but the second to last one I finished. I wanted to draw the family doing something together but I think I really truly just wanted to draw Dermott again. 😭 Nobody has said anything if they noticed but I did give hatred the shirt from these edits. (I believe the one on the left is from reddit and the one on the right is by SquashFold on Twitter)

Dermott piercing Dean's ears drawing: Even though its messy its in the top 3 favorites I did, It was also the last one I did. I just love the idea of Dermott giving goth Dean at home ear piercings. At first I didn't know if I wanted to make Dermott giving her piercings at the mall where she works or at home but the mall idea was too much work for a last minute sketch. Dermott is so mean older sister who shoplifts and works at the mall.

Drug bathroom drawing: Another one of my favorites, its based off a specific deleted scene from Invisible Hand of Fate where Pete and Rusty talk at the bar but Pete comes out of the bathroom sniffling at the start. I love the way I drew Pete pushing the hair out of her face and both of their expressions.

Bdsm 21 drawing: Okay first of all, The little devil Monarch was so cute I was screaming, crying, and throwing up while drawing her. I fucking love her, shes the smallest part of the image but my favorite. I also am quite fond of the bdsm 21.

Quizgirls Pete and Billy: I tried looking up Vanna White dresses to base Pete's outfit off of but I couldn't find one that Pete would actually wear so I just had to make shit up. Billy's design is really basic but the bow in her hair is actually from one of my rejected main Billy genderbends.

Me and The Bestie: I put a lot of effort into this one for no reason. Literally the moment I saw Jonas in the problem machine I thought he should be made of like blue slime. When I was working on this I kept thinking about Momopatchi's Hatsune Microbe drawing so this Jonas was definitely inspired by that. I gave Jonas makeup because she was having a party movie night on gargantua and I felt like she would still have makeup on thats like completely fucked up and deteriorating on her face after many many years. Vendata's outfit was partially based on Marguerite Chapman's from Flight to Mars, never seen it but I was looking up old sci-fi movie costumes to work with and I thought it would look good :)

[chaostroberry1]

Selamat pagi!

Don't you know that it means 'Goor morning' in my country? Anyways, how are you? I hope you're doing well just as I am. Don't forget to have a healthy sleep and schedule

If it's okay for you, I would like to request a hcs poly! Beel+Satan with a M!domReader.

Only if you want of course! You don't need to fulfill my request if you are tired, since I've saw there's many people requesting beel with M!domReader so I hope it is not too much for you if I also request the same thing

Terimakasih! ='Thank you!'

Hello! Sure thing! ^^ what a nice request 💕 please dont be afraid to chat me again if this isn't what you asked for! I'll gladly remake it if so.

Poly HCs ROR beel+Satan × M!Dom!reader

Warning : a little nsfw, and mentions of sex.

- first of all, if you were to be with Beelzebub and satan, in a RELATIONSHIP, it would mean that you are immune to his curse.

- he loved you so much to the point that even the curse within him fell hard for you. You were just the perfect man! He knew you would treat him right.

- Beelzebub didn't confess, because he was afraid. Until he saw you, his love meter skyrocket high in the air—which forced Satan out. Satan was the one who went up to you and confessed, using his sharp claw-like finger to trace a small scar down your jaw, before planting a kiss on you.

"I love you (m/n)...I love you so so much~"

- imagine a literal demon arching its back and clinging onto you. Not just any demon, but a demon inside of Beelzebub, who was now saying he loved you.

- you ended up having to return his feelings, which overjoyed the demon, smiling all giddy while you held his wrists, avoiding his claws and kissing him.

- when you kissed him, Beelzebub returned to his state of mind. His eyes widening at the sudden touch of your lips on his. He didn't know what was going on, that's why he was taken by surprise.

- and after all that stuff, you guys were now in a relationship.

- he was closed off at first, but then he slowly opened up to you with time, seeing how sweet and nice you treated him. Like a he was a pretty princess.

- now he's always touch starved, longing to feel you whenever he could. You can't blame him, especially after all he's done for you.

- Bro do not get me started on how you always have to wake up to a horny demon wanting to bounce on cock for probably the whole night. That was a nightly thing btw, so good luck.

- both are submissive, but Beelzebub is more shy, needy, and compliant—while Satan is more of a power bottom, doing stuff he feels like doing. Bending over? Yes. Sucking your cock? Yes. He is pretty good at it, yeah.

- you are basically left with your cock used up from all that.

- for both of them, you love to give them kisses. But what do they give you in return?

- Beelzebub, as mentioned, is shy, and will not know how to respond to your affection, even if he's very touch starved for you. Don't get him wrong, he doesn't hate it, he's just not used to it.

- Satan gives you a blowjob. Thank you very much for asking.

- cuddling with both them gets messy but that's alright. You are the man of the relationship. You have to take charge and deal with it.

- okay, maybe there are too many spicy headcanons here, but I need to add an additional.

- one time, you walked in on Satan wearing a skimpy sex outfit, meant for a seductress. When I tell you your cock was in for a treat, I mean it. And no you guys are not quiet in bed.

- you are the one who works a job, you receive money to buy food for both of you, even though he doesn't really need it. You still rather buy him things and gifts to show your love for him.

- dates are usually with Beelzebub. To pretty sceneries or closed off places for just the two of you. But once Satan is out, you guys have to do the tango right there.

- but most of the time when you aren't fucking, you like to cuddle a lot. Cuddling with Satan is more of him nibbling on your ear, while Beelzebub, is mostly just quiet and tomato red from the lovey dovey.

- you know, at random times when it's Satan's turn to be with you, he's always telling you that he loves you, and will continue even if you say that you love him back. He's going to make sure it'll be what you dream of at night.

- you are the first and forever last male lover he'll ever have and love with all his heart. He will do everything to make sure you never leave him.

- even if you died, he will remain loyal to your corpse, or find ways to bring you back to life. Even if you look or act different, he'll still love you.

[nightfalltales]

yukichi fukuzawa abc nsfw headcannons

parings: yukichi fukuzawa x gn reader

cw: SMUT - size kink + foreplay + fingering + penetration + praise + oral sex (giving & receiving) + breeding + teasing (if you squint) + office sex + rough sex (if you squint); dom!yukichi + sub!gn reader; explicit

word count: 2.4k+

author’s note: i hate college sm and i’ll do my best to post as much as i can :(( also i NEED fukuzawa so BAD..

smut below (18+) !! MINORS DON’T INTERACT !!

✦ a = aftercare 

this man’s a master of aftercare. after a steamy moment, he doesn’t want to leave you alone :(

this man would ask if you’re alright and if you need anything. like if you ever need a bath, this man will run a bath for you, eventually join you as well bc going to sleep dirty is not his motive. if you ever need an extra blanket, this man already got it for you. if you ever need something to eat, this man would cook for you (i see him as a decent cook so don’t expect a gourmet meal)

during aftercare, he would praise you for how well you did and how well you take him<3 PLSS THIS MAN HSFGYGJ

✦ b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i feel like he’s proud of his body physique even though he’s like 45 but who cares, he’s trained at a young age & is a swordsman assassin, so i would imagine he would still maintain his body physique and is still proud of it.

for his partner, i typically believe he doesn’t have a favorite body part of you. just seeing you is basically enough to be his favorite bc he loves you.

✦ c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ok listen this man would cum inside you. you would feel his cum splattering inside you and would pull out once he’s satisfied probably for another 2-5 mins. he’ll kiss you to let you know that you took him well and would whisper praises in your ear, feeling his hot breath brushing against it.

if you’re not the type to want his cum inside you, that’s okay! he’ll cum inside the condom he placed on himself.

i feel like he’s a clean man so i imagine him not wanting to see his cum on your face. if you’re giving him head, he’ll want his cum in your mouth and not on your face.

✦ d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i imagine him having dirty thoughts or dreams of you, either in his sleep or in his mind. like his dream would be about you being naked and sprawled out, seeing how wet you are and allowing him to fuck you. he would wake up startled just to see his dick straining and him just blushing about it. he would probably go back to sleep and ignore his needs or fulfill it with his hands wrapped around his cock, thinking about you and only you.

as for dirty thoughts, whenever he sees you in a short or tight skimpy outfit, he would once again blush about it and try his best to not think about how he would lure you in his office and fuck you on his desk, groaning about how arousing you are and how you made him feel like this.

✦ e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

hmmm this is a bit tricky but i feel like he’s been in a few relationships and has done this before or hasn’t been in one relationship but he definitely knows what he’s doing. idk, y’all can think about this one.

✦ f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary. 100%. listen, he is a simple man and likes a certain, yet simple position that allows him to see your face.

not only just missionary, as long as he can see your face, then other positions are fine. imagine him hitting you from the back and his hand gently cupping your jaw to make you face him, giving you kisses everywhere for how well you’re taking him and praising you well like, “you’re taking me so well, y/n..��� LORDDDD

✦ g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hmm again this is tricky, man is serious. i feel like once he’s in an intimate moment with you, then he’s not goofy because they want you to feel good with pleasure only. but then again, if there was a funny moment between you two having sex, both of you would probably stare at each other and giggle. once you two stop giggling, he’ll ask if he can continue or he can stop and just rest alongside him.

✦ h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think he’s groomed well, has a few hairs, but it’s not too messy bc this man screams clean. and yes, the carpet does match the drapes.

✦ i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

omg if you’re with this man, you’re hella lucky. let’s talk about the romantic aspect first. this man is quiet, so no pda, sorry :( the least he can do outside is to hold your hand and kiss your cheek. however, in private, he’ll give you the most affection <3 this man can hug you behind your back if you're washing dishes, kiss your cheek randomly, pat your head as he passes by, you name it. he’s a man who shows no affection outside but inside, he’ll reveal the real him once you two are alone 

for intimacy of how y’all are during the moment, this man would focus on you and only you. you are his priority for his goal to make you feel good. i would say there are a few teasing here and there, but once you two are engaging in sex, then he’ll make sure you’ll feel good before he does.

✦ j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

like i said in d = dirty secret, this man would jack off whenever he has a naughty dream of you if he ever feels like it. him grunting and pumping his cock more once the thought of you gets more naughtier<3

i imagine that whenever you are on a business trip without him and he misses you badly, he’ll jack off of the thought of you but only like 1 or 2 times mans got work to do anyway, he’s busy– but for sure, he misses you. once you are back home and in his arms, he’ll show you how much he misses you by pinning you against the wall and kissing you roughly.

✦ k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

blindfold sex. listen. hear me out. he’ll blindfold you with either a silk rope or his tie. he wants you to feel completely at mercy when you’re with him.

bondage. but a light one. man doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of either how the ropes are tightly wrapped around you or how uncomfortable it feels. mainly he’ll use a silk rope or his tie to tie your hands just like how we blindfolds you yk, just only your hands and nowhere else.

breeding. that’s it. literally. this man wants to fill you up. just the thought of filling you up to the brim and trapping all of his essence inside of you riles him up a lot. but if you’re uncomfortable with that, that’s okay, he’ll respect it!

cunnilingus. like i said in c = cum and i = intimacy, this man’s top priority is you. he wants for you to cum for him and he’ll lick every single drop of it no matter what. 

sorry, but if you have a degrading kink, he doesn’t do it. i don’t think he never wants to hurt you physically and verbally bc this man would never forgive himself if he ever hurts you. even if you convince him to degrade you, this man will decline.

edging. this man can either tease you or not whenever he feels like it. however, when he does, he wants to edge you so you can beg him for more, giving you enough pleasure to keep you going but not enough to send you over the edge. he also likes being edged himself since that always makes the finale feel better for him.

praise. 100%. you cannot tell me otherwise. THIS MAN WOULD PRAISE YOU FOR EVERYTHING ESPECIALLY IN BED. like “you feel so good, y/n..” and “go ahead, cum for me.” and “good girl/boy.” or “good job, y/n..” OH MY GOD UHCGSUY

✦ l = location (favorite places to do the do)

either your guys home or if y’all live together, bedroom or anywhere, as long as y’all don’t make a huge mess, cleaning up a huge mess will prob make you and him more tired.

his office. OFFICE SEX. he loves to cover your mouth if you try your best to not be loud. “shhh shhh y/n.. everyone can hear us.” saying that with a DAMN smirk on his face.

✦ m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

hmm maybe if he’s like had a rough day and just wants to see you yk. it only happens rarely bc he doesn’t want to release his stress on you like all the time

in j = jack off, when he misses you while you’re on a business trip and came back in yokohama, he’ll pin you against the wall and roughly kisses you, grunts as he removes your clothes as you remove his. he’ll show how much he misses you and you’ll wake up with sore legs.

and d = dirty secret, whenever he sees you in a short and skimpy outfit, he’ll get aroused. and i def imagine that once everyone’s gone in the agency as they call it a night, he’ll ask you to stay overtime and definitely fuck you in his office, growling his way as he bends you over and takes you from behind. 

not to mention your voice. once he’s taking you down and your voice echoes through the room, moaning, screaming, whimpering, gasping, whatever, it turns him on. a lot. “go ahead, y/n.. you can let it out. let me hear you.”

✦ n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

degrading. this man is soft, so i don’t see him hurting you verbally nor physically, this man would provide you pleasure and only pleasure. 

public sex. this man would not risk his own reputation just to have sex with you in a public area. 

he doesn’t share. no threesomes, or gangbangs. ik that man will be overly jealous and hold his grudge to harm them.

that’s all i can think of, just know this man is private and would deal with you in a private manner and not in a public or humiliating manner.

✦ o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

listen, this man would choose to satisfy you than himself so he’ll prefer to give you oral instead of you giving oral to him. he’ll lay you down on a surface in your shared home or his desk in his office and eat you out.

as for receiving, as long as he can cum inside your mouth, he’ll be fine with it. bonus if eye contact is added as you suck him off, he’ll get off faster ;)

✦ p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

normally, it’ll be like in a normal pace if y’all know what i mean. but if y’all are into it (and he asks for consent), then he def goes fast and rough on you. if y’all miss each other, then slow and sensual.

✦ q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

i think this one depends? because i don’t think he’s into quickies since he would want to take his time with you. but if he actually wants you real bad, then yes– either in his office and before y’all go to work– that’s pretty much it, a bit often btw

✦ r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

sorry, he has a reputation to take care of, so no public sex where everyone can see. doesn’t really take risks either but as long as you’re in his office or anywhere private with him.

✦ s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

normally, i think he can go up to 2-4 rounds. he’s a 45-year-old dilf but is also tired from work, but don’t worry– it’ll last long for your own pleasure ;)

if he misses you, he goes up to maybe more than 2-4 rounds, perhaps all night if you’re willing. he misses you so much, he just gotta show you in his own time with just the two of you alone.

✦ t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i think he’s a simple man, so no toys. he prob doesn't know how to use it on himself either LMAO 

he wants to use his own self to pleasure you. whether it be his fingers, his dick, whatever as long as it’s him and only him.

✦ u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he def teases. I KNOW THIS MAN TEASES. he’ll praise you to see you blush, def whisper dirty words to you to rile you up, you name it. he loves seeing you putty in his arms.

✦ v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

when y’all are alone together, he def grunts, groans, moans, whimpers, and dw, he’ll be loud enough for you to hear him, but not too loud yk. however, if it’s at his office, he grits his teeth together to avoid making noises or uses his hands to grasp at his mouth to muffle his noises as he pounds you on his desk.

✦ w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s def a jealous man if he sees you talking to someone else instead of him. don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t mind you talking to his employees, his acquaintances, but like if some stranger you just met complimented you or give you a flirty look, yeah he frowns and gets jealous. as long as you reassure him that your heart belongs to him and not someone you just met, he’ll def let out a sigh of relief and plans to pound you later tonight at his place to show you how much you mean to him.

✦ x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

that one audio: “i know his dick is big.. i know it”, bc he has a big dick. like 6-7 inches, but also a bit of a wide girth.

✦ y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

imma be honest, this man does not have a high sex drive at all. i mean he kinda does but hides it a lot. after he met you though, oh boy, his sex drive is WAY high (not right away but if y’all are comfortable to have sex with each other)

✦ z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’s NOT falling sleep after y’all are done. he’ll provide you with aftercare and only sleep whenever you sleep, even if it’s a busy, tiring day for him !

[mxsinistir]

Hey can we get a part two of your "Hookups (Light Yagami x Reader)" but where Light breaks up with Misa and the reader hooks up with light at the same hotel in a slutty bunny outfit (for kinks add, degradation, choking, spanking and handcuffs)

Yup that's my request :)

christ, my writing block is so bad right now that I’ve decided to answer some really old request (I just want to write smut, let’s be real.) I’m better at it now than I used to be, so there’s that! I’m also 18 now, let’s fucking go, I can legally write this /hj. Anyway, here’s some food for you degenerates (me too <3). Part 1 Word Count: 1.6k

Trigger Warnings: Everything above + language + Light Yagami is a trigger warning of his own. MDNI.

“Misa's gone.” 

“What does that mean?” You said, picking at your nails as your other hand held the cell phone to your ear. 

“It means,” he began, as patronizing as could be, slowing down so you could understand, “that I’m a bachelor now. So get over to Yoshiyama and dress to celebrate.” 

He hung up, certain you would come - in more ways than one, at that. 

You did not make him wait this time - a good move, on your part. He walked into your agreed-upon room and spotted you on the bed. You were bundled in a black duffel coat, sitting with your legs crossed elegantly as if you were some refined socialite or critic. He may have believed it, if not for the ears - cheap, white, fluffy. He could not help but laugh. 

“Well, you gonna let me see the rest?” 

“I thought you may want to rip the coat off yourself.” “How considerate of you,” Light mused, shrugging off his blazer and leaving it over the back of a chair. Smirking, he walked up to the end of the bed, “but you can stand up and do it yourself.”

You shrugged, standing up and opening up the coat. It dropped to your feet, revealing the skimpy excuse for clothes you had on underneath. Your paramour grinned and shook his head. 

“God, you don’t disappoint,” he said, “turn around.” Your skin reddened, a smile still plastered on your face as you did so. His eyes widened and he saw the round, ivory tail on your backside. He swore under his breath as he moved toward you. “Is this-” he gave the tail a sharp tug and was met with resistance. You gasped at the action. “Good god, woman...”

“You said-” “I know what I said,” he mused, “I just didn’t expect you to be so eager about it. How did it take me so long to realize how much of a slut you are?”

“Because you were too focused on being a manwhore yourself.” This smart-ass comment got you a sharp slap across your backside.

“Watch yourself,” he warned, his voice darkening. 

“Mm,” you smiled, “hey, you should check the nightstand drawer.” “Oh? And what will I find?” “That’s the point of a surprise, Light-” You let out a noise of surprise as he pushed you back toward the bed, your chest hitting the mattress.

“Get up there,” he ordered. You scrambled onto your hands and knees, your ass up in the air, wiggling your hips just enough to entice him. He took a few slow steps around the bed, taking in the view with feigned disinterest. He clicked his tongue once. “God, you look fucking filthy, and I haven’t even done a thing to you yet.” “Want to change that?” “Smartass,” he chided, opening up the nightstand drawer. You watched his eyes widen and could not help smiling further as he removed a pair of silver handcuffs, clinking lightly. “But god if you don’t plan ahead. I love that about you.” He sounded almost sweet when he said it - it was never I love you, never from him. He loved things about you, physical and mental alike, but not you. And tonight - every night, for that matter - that was fine by you.

He told you to stay still as he walked around behind you, surprising you by grabbing your arms and wrenching them behind your back. The action smooshed your face against the mattress, and you struggled just enough to irritate him a bit before he managed to cuff your wrists, straining your shoulders just enough to cause a delicious burn through them. 

He sat beside you and wrapped an arm around your midsection, holding you fast before delivering a spank to the top of your thighs.

“Mmh, Light! What’s that for?” You whined as you tried (and failed) to squirm out of his grasp. You heard the smile in his voice when he replied

“Oh, nothing in particular. But I wanted to see that tail bounce,” he said, playing with it slightly, delighting in how the pressure made you whine and squirm. “Are you prepping for me? This isn’t you trying to tell me you’re off the pill, is it?” “Mm, no,” you gasped, “No, I just thought it was a nice touch.” 

“Mm.” Without warning, he pulled the plug out of your ass, causing you to gasp and curl your nails into your palms, unable to grab anything else. He paused and inspected the silver toy for a bit before setting it off to the side. 

Delicately, he looped his thumbs through the sides of your panties and slipped them down over your legs. You helped him remove them fully, terrified of (although terribly aroused by) what would happen if you resisted.

“I could leave you right here, you know,” he mused as you heard him removing his belt. “Maybe gag you with something so you couldn’t call for help. What do you think the staff of this lovely establishment would think if they found you like this? Do you think they’d help you out of your predicament?” Your whole body bucked in response to the sting of leather across your ass. “Or do you think they’d give a whore exactly what she really wants?” Another spank, another lewd cry. “How’s that for room service, huh?”.

“Oh, please,” you huffed, “You’re too possessive for that.” 

“Well, you may have a point there. This-” Two more smarting hits, back to back. “This is all mine. And you don’t mind, do you? Not when I’m the only one who can make you come like you need to. Come on, darling,” he never used pet names, not seriously. It sounded insulting when he did, in your favorite way possible. “Tell me.” “No one,” you gasped, “No one can make me come like you, Light. No one.” “Mm,” he tapped the leather against his palm in deliberation. “Now beg for me to do just that.” “Please, please- make me come.”

“That’ll do.” You heard the shuffling of fabric as his pants hit the floor. You could not turn to see him, but he grabbed your hips and placed you in a more convenient position. You whined when he brushed against you, already hard. 

He looped the leather of his belt around your neck, tugging slightly to lift your head momentarily off the mattress. When he shoved himself into you, the sound you made was cut short by the sudden tightening of the belt around your throat. He let up as he began to catch his rhythm, occasionally giving a sharp pull. 

“These holes are mine,” he said breathlessly, “And that’s all you are - a set of holes. A thoughtless little thing for me to use at my pleasure. You can run all you want, little rabbit, but you always come running back to me, don’t you?” 

Your cheek and chin were damp from your drooling into the sheets. You could only respond in shuddering moans and cries as he fucked you. Then, he suddenly pulled the belt back tight, yanking you fully upright by the makeshift leash. You gasped uselessly for breath as his spare hand reached out to grasp at your breasts, stuffed into a too-small top. 

“You know I’m Kira, don’t you?” he said casually. Your blood ran cold, and your core throbbed more than you would ever admit. He saw the horror in your expression and smiled as you registered whose hands your life now rested in. Magic gifts or no, he could kill you right here and leave you. The hotel room was under your name, not his. No one would ever know. 

You had just begun to see black spots in your vision when he let up again. You felt a warmth coat your insides as he spilled into you. 

“Stupid little bunny - only good for one thing, aren’t you?” He said in a too-sweet tone. You could only whimper incoherently into the sheets, your brain reeling and still trying to suck in whatever oxygen you could. “What, too brainless to talk back now?” “Yes sir,” you said, unable to think of any other response. It seemed satisfactory enough to him, though. You could feel your nether regions still throbbing, so close to that release you were beginning to worry he would not give you at all.

“Well, that’s fine. Maybe you can shut up and listen for once,” he said as he pulled out, leaving you to whine into the sheets, ignored and receding from your edge. “You won’t say a word about any of this. Because if you tell anyone-” to your horror, you heard the shutter of the camera on his phone from behind you, “-then you’re going to have to explain how you know, and what we were doing when you found out. And do you really want the task force seeing you-” he lifted your head up sharply by his belt again to snap a photo of your face, no doubt flushed and fucked-out, starved for breath and for release, “-like this?”

“No sir,” “There’s a good slut,” he tapped your cheek affectionately. “Now, do you think I’m done with you?” You shook your head, and he ran his slender fingers through your hair. “Good. Because for once, I have all night.”

[honey-on-your-tongue]

ok!! thx for being so sweet abt it i love you, i just wanted to clarify before i sent any requests!!

I was thinking maybe stepdad! jake is tired of your subtle teasing habits w him. so when your mom was out of the house for a bit, jake ends up fucking u after seeing u in a skimpy lil outfit. now HE starts teasing u, about how u whine when his heavy balls start hitting your cunt

Ily too baby!!!

Ugh this idea has me in a chokehold omfgggg 😩😩😩😩

The teasing started with you giving Jake a little nickname. Daddy. You'd call him that and bat your eyelashes and make big doe eyes at him. And it killed him.

Your mom saw it as a term of endearment. Jake saw it for what it was: You being a bratty, little slut. 

And it ached him, made his blood boil, his entire being alight with rage. Goddamn, all he wanted to do was fuck you, dick you down until you understood the kind of whore you are, until you learned your place.

He was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself.

And one day, it finally did. Your mom is in charge of the morning hunt, so she leaves early and won't be back until much later.

Jake lingers in your shared tent, his cock aching to teach you a lesson, as he waits for you to come out of your room.

Eventually, you do. And when he sees you, Jake has to almost physically restrain himself from lurching at you. You're wearing a pretty beaded top, full of colors against your blue skin that make you stand out. Your loincloth matches the top, and it's much, much shorter than all the other ones you'd normally wear.

“Mornin', Daddy,” you say, smiling at him coquettishly, your pretty eyes wide as you throw him a coy look. “Where's Mom?”

“Gone hunting,” Jake replies through clenched teeth as he crosses his thick, bulging arms over his chest. “You and I need to talk, girl.”

You frown softly. “Talk about what?” you question, eyes glancing down at his lips before meeting his gaze again.

“About your behavior,” Jake tells you, raising an eyebrow.

“What behavior, Daddy?” you ask, suggestively accentuating the nickname.

At this, Jake loses his composure. He grabs you by the wrist, tugging you across the room to a table and bending you over it. You gasp as he places a huge hand on your back and pushes your chest against the tabletop, holding you there.

One of his hands caresses the skin of your ass before he delivers a sharp spank that makes you whimper softly, your body jolting away from the pain.

“Let's start with the fact that you're a slut, hm?” he says, spanking you again, his eyes trained on the way your ass bounces, on the way the imprint of his hand slowly starts to form on your asscheek. “Flirtin' with me, making pretty eyes at me, knowing full well I can't do anything 'bout it 'cause your mom's home.”

You deny it. “I don't know what you mean!” you gasp, lying, as Jake spanks you again.

“Bullshit,” he snaps. “You're a whore. You know exactly what you've been doing; don't try to lie to me.”

“I'm not lying!” you whine, Jake's hand spanking you again, and you mewl softly. Your pussy starts moistening, fluttering around nothing. “Daddy, I don't know what you mean.”

He spanks you. “You and I both know exactly what you've done, you slut. Always pretending to be so fuckin' innocent when you're nothin' but a whore.” He grabs the thick skin of your ass, squeezing you, making you whine softly.

“'m not a whore,” you tell him, eyes fluttering shut as he kicks your foot, forcing your legs apart, and then runs a hand up between your folds.

He can feel how wet you are, your slick gathering between your folds, smearing over your thighs. “This wet pussy says otherwise, girl,” he chuckles, his cock springing to attention when he raises his hand to his mouth and tastes you.

When he moves his fingers to slide between your folds again, you moan quietly, arching your back and presenting your cunt for him to fuck. He groans at the sight, at how evident it is that you're such a little slut.

Jake can't stop himself. He's knows it's wrong, knows he shouldn't, but fuck, he can't not.

He removes his loincloth, tossing it aside, and then runs the thick head of his cock against your entrance.

You shudder quietly, pushing your ass back as if inviting him in, and with one hard thrust, Jake fills you to the brim. You cry out at the sensation, the bulging head of his cock pressing against your cervix.

“You still gonna lie to me, whore?” he demands, spanking your ass, his eyes watching your poor pussy stretch open to take his thick cock.

“No!” you moan, cunt clenching around him. “I won't lie t'you anymore, Daddy,” you say, sobbing. “I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry I lied to you.”

“Much better,” Jake says as he pounds you, his cock dragging against your gummy walls. “Tell me the truth now, girl. How bad have you wanted me to fuck you?”

“S'bad!” you gasp, pussy dripping. “S'bad! I've wanted you so bad, Daddy!”

Jake enjoys how pathetic you are now that he's got his cock in you. “Is that why you were always teasin' me, calling me Daddy and wearing those ridiculous outfits so I could see your pussy, hm?”

“Yes!” you gasp. “'t was all f'r you, Daddy. All f'r you! Always f'r you.”

You whimper and whine, tears falling from your eyes and trailing down your cheeks. You hiccup softly between a few sobs as you cry from the pleasure. You blubber out something incoherent, something he can't understand, and it only makes his cock twitch inside you.

“You're so fuckin' pathetic,” Jake chuckles, spanking your ass, watching it jiggle. His balls slap against your folds, and you gasp at the sensation, body trembling.

“'s too much!” you mewl, hips almost trying to move away from his. “I can't 'nymore!”

“Aw, what's wrong, girl?” Jake mocks, smirking, his eyes trained on your quivering limbs. “Is Daddy's cock too big for you? His balls too heavy as they slap against that wet cunt?”

You sniffle, nodding, nails digging into the wood of the table. “Daddy, please!”

Jake chuckles. “You don't get to ask favors, girl. Sluts don't get what they want,” he tells you, his hips slamming into your ass, the sound of skin on skin loud in the tent. “You're going to take it until I decide you've had enough, understood?”

“Please,” you cry, sobbing. “No more, no more!”

Jake spanks you. “What did I just say?” he demands, thrusting into you harder.

You whine, “That I-I don't get to ask favors.”

“Yeah, what else?” he questions, his hands squeezing your hips, holding you in place as he fucks you.

“I'm going to take your cock until you-you decide it's enough,” you gasp, moaning, cunt tight around him. You're seeing stars behind your eyelids, tears blurring your vision. “But I can't!” you insist. “Oh, it's too much!”

“You should've thought about that before you behaved like a whore, hm?” he says, sneering. “You couldn't have possibly thought you'd be able to get away with this behavior of yours.”

You mewl, embarrassedly admitting, “I might've thought...I could get away with it.”

At this, Jake scoffs. He grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs on it, making you gasp. “You're a fuckin' whore. What the fuck were you workin' me up for if not this?”

You whimper. “I don't-don't know! I just liked the way you looked at me, Daddy!”

Jake laughs. “You're fuckin' disgusting,” he spits. “What would your mom say if she saw her pretty little girl getting fucked by Daddy, hm? What would she say if she knew you'd been riling me up, I wonder?”

“No!” you gasp, fear taking over you. “No, she can't-can't find out!”

Jake laughs again, the scent of your fear making him feral. “Maybe she should, huh? Maybe after I'm done fuckin' you, I'll just tell her what a little slut you are.”

“No!” you beg. “Daddy, please, no! You—Please, don't!”

“Why not?” Jake questions, tugging your hair cruelly. “Why shouldn't I tell her? Why should I keep your secret, slut?”

“I'll do anything!” you promise him. “I'll let you do anything to me, let you use me however you want! Please, she just can't find out!”

Jake chuckles. “Sellin' your body just to keep a secret, kid? You're really willing to be my little plaything as long as I don't tell on you?”

“Yes!” you gasp. “Yes, I'm yours! Your toy! Just please, don't tell Mom!”

Jake groans as your cunt tightens around him, your orgasm clearly not far. “Fine. I won't tell your mom,” he says. “Just get used to my cock, girl, 'cause it's gonna be in you more often than not.”

You whimper, crying out, “Yes! Yes! Thank you! Thank you, Daddy!”

Whatever intact thoughts were left inside you disappear like the setting sun. Slow at first, a gentle decline, and then all at once, drowning you in darkness. Your mind is lost to the pleasure, thoughts swirling all over, leaving not a single thing in your head beside the feeling of Jake's cock bruising your body.

“Please,” you mewl. “Daddy, please.”

“You wanna come?” Jake asks, his balls slapping against your pussy, soaking in your slick. “Wanna come on Daddy's cock?”

“Please!” you beg, nodding, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Need to—Want to—! Please!”

Jake scoffs at how fucked dumb you already are, and one of his hands slides under your body, caressing down your stomach until his fingers reach your clit. He pinches the sensitive nub, making you jerk and cry out, and he says, “Come for me, girl. I want you to come all over my cock, hm?”

“Yes!” you gasp, the pleasure growing inside you, clawing at the insides of your womb, aching to be let out. “Fuck! Daddy!”

And then your orgasm is all over you, bursting across your skin like wildfire, uncontrollable and scorching. You mewl, your cunt growing tight around Jake's cock, your slick gushing out.

As Jake continues thrusting into you, the sound of your squelching pussy reverberates around the room, and Jake grunts, “You hear that, kid? Hear how fuckin' loud your cunt is for me?”

You mewl, still tight around him, mewling, “Fuck! Daddy!”

Jake groans as he ruts into you, his thrusts stuttering as his orgasm overcomes him. He gasps, body shaking as he comes inside you, his seed spilling into your warm pussy, warm and sticky, and you shudder at the sensation.

Jake gasps as he starts recovering from his high. “Goddamn,” he groans. “Oh, I could absolutely get used to this pretty pussy.”

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Blog masterlist / part 2

[jaykaysthicthighs]

End Of The Love Story | JJK

banner by @archivededits via @archivedkookie <3

excerpt | you fell in love with the new kid in class. the love blossomed to something so beautiful and yet so destroying. you destroyed him. years later and you both finally crossed paths. will there ever be a chance for that love to grow again?

genre | major angst, slight smut, minor fluff

pairing | jeon jungkook x fem!reader

warnings | bartender!jungkook, rich!reader, flashbacks between past and present, arranged marriage, strong language, emotional breakdowns, smoking, short descriptive smut, reader & jungkook hurting a lot, bittersweet ending

wc | 12k +

notes | the story is unedited, but hopefully there isn't grammar mistakes

Eight years ago (the first meeting)

You watched as the small timid boy make his way next to you. When he fully sat down, you finally took a good look at him. He was beautiful. From his big doe eyes to his well-sculpted chin. He had a long nose, but kissable; lips that pout when not intended, pink and soft. He has a mole under his lips, a scar on his cheek, and his skin was -

"I'm sorry, is there something on my face?" The boy interrupted your train of thought. You blurted out, "No. I'm sorry, that I was staring at you. Didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." The boy notices a tinge of red surfacing your cheeks. At that moment, embarrassment made a home in you. The boy reassured you that it was okay. He wondered about your name, “My name’s Jungkook. You?” With your cheeks still red, you answered, “____.” The boy smiled warmly at you, “____, that’s a pretty name.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden action. You faced forward trying to redirect your attention to the teacher, but all you could think of was the smile the boy displayed; the dimples making their debut, and its bunny-like appearance.

Present

You were finally free. Free of this marriage that has been brought upon you. Just an hour or so ago you were Mrs. Boyce, now you're not. You have been waiting for this moment for so long, and it's finally done.

You were making your way to your car when someone pulled you aside. You came face to face with your ex-husband. "Mason, what's wrong?" The man let go of your arm and hugged you. He quietly murmured, "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to hug you one last time before I go." Even though you despised this marriage, you never hated Mason, actually, he was your rock. All those nights, days, and moments you had wanting him, missing him, needing him, Mason was always there comforting you. Just like you, Mason hated this marriage.

You hugged Mason for the last time. Tears started welling up, and you sniffled to him, "Thank you so much, Mason. For being there for me when I had no one." He gave you a big squeeze for your welcome. A few seconds later, the hug ended. Mason placed his hands between your chilled face and expressed, "I'll always be there for you, ____. Not physically, but.... spiritually?" You had your head leaned back laughing at his confusion. "Please, don't be afraid to give me a call." You shook your head and gave him your response, "I won't. Be safe, Mason." Your ex-husband gave you his infamous grin. "Will do."

You're here in a club called Jessamine with your best friend Becky. She wanted to celebrate your freedom by trying to get you laid, and part of that plan was going to a club. She dressed you up in skimpy lingerie that could pass as a dress. The outfit barely covers your ass; one wrong move and you can flash the whole club. If it was your choice, a nice knee-high bodycon dress would be great, but things never work out in your favor.

About 30 minutes into dancing and all you wanted right now was a cold hard drink. You turned to Becky shouting your departure, "Beck, I'm gonna go get a drink!" Still dancing she gave you a thumbs up. "Try finding a hot man to fuck, babe!" You laughed sarcastically, "Yeah, sure."

This club was jammed packed, with no room for movement. You pushed and shoved your way through the crowd until you finally reached the bar. You sat between a woman who looked like she was in her 40s and the other who was accompanied by a man, probably a couple. A bartender came up to you; his figure was tall but lean, had a goatee, and green eyes. He was quite handsome to you.

The bartender plopped his hands on the ledge of the counter and inquired, "Is there anything I can get you, ma'am?" You gasped; you placed your hand to your heart, "Ma'am? Do I look old?" The man before you chuckled, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I didn't want to address you something that you might not like.... like pretty lady." You smile at the man and asked for his name. "Carter," he replied.

"Well Carter, I would like a Vodka Gimlet - if that's possible." The bartender straightened himself up and responded, "Don't worry it is." You smiled and watched the man get to work. A few moments later the bartender offered you your drink. "Thank you, Carter."

He gave you a nod and did a light slap on the counter. "Well, I'm gonna go on my break. If you need anything," the man pointed at the other bartender a few chairs away, "Teo, would be able to help you." You gave the man a thumbs up and said, "Okay. Thank you again, Carter." You watch the man make his way to the back door.

He swung the door open, startling two people. "What the fuck, Carter! I'm doing something here." Carter leaned against the brick wall and dug in his pocket and took out a cigarette. "Yeah, I can see that. Now do you have a light?" The man beside him groaned, "I hate you sometimes." He pushed the girl off of him signing her to go back inside. The man reached inside his back pocket and lit Carter's cigarette.

Carter inhaled the stick and let out a puff of smoke. He dropped his hand down and asked, "Who's the chick?" The man shrugged, "Don't know. Just grabbed the nearest girl and dragged her out here." A moment of silence was taken, the only sound heard was the busy streets at the front of the club.

The man pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the door, but before he had the chance to go back inside, Carter intervened, "Ah Jay, there's this hot chick at the bar. I don't know if she's taken or not, but she is by herself. Kind of thought you when I saw her." The man cocked his head to the side, "What are you saying?" Carter smirked at the man, "What I'm saying is that maybe you should try and get her number." The man opened his mouth to say something, but Carter stopped him, "If you're thinking about what she looks like, you'll know when you see her. Now get the fuck inside, your shift is starting."

The man grumbled at the thought of Carter. "Asshole. Fucking interrupting me." He sulked his way to the bar getting ready for his shift. Teo greeted him, giving the man a quick fist bump. He stationed himself and got ready to take a customer's order.

"Hello, sir. Anything I can get you?" And right before he could get the man's order, he heard a familiar laugh. He whipped his head in the direction of the sound, and his heart dropped. Just sitting a few chairs away was the woman who broke him.

He wanted to run, to hide, he would do anything to be away from you. He was frozen in fear, shaking from the inside out. "Hey!" The customer shouted, "Hello, are you listening? I want my fucking drink now!"

You heard the commotion a few feet away from you. And since you're human, you were curious. You turned your attention away from Becky and to the shouting. What you saw was something you didn't expect in a million years, Jeon Jungkook. The boy you fell in love with, the man you're still in love with.

You guys made eye contact; an unspeakable feeling of confusion running wild. You got up, ignoring the weird stare from Becky, but before making any movements toward Jungkook, he ran. You saw him run through the back door, pushing everybody without care.

Taking the first step to him, Becky uttered, "Where are you going?" She had her hand wrapped around your arm. You gently pushed them off and said, "I'll be right back." Before Becky had the chance to say something you speed walked your way to the door.

Just mere feet away from the exit, it swung open. Carter stepped into the club reeking of Tobacco. You were surprised by the sudden appearance. "Cater!" He gave a tight-lipped smile, wondering what you were doing back here. "Ma'am, you're not supposed to go back here."

As a response, you frantically explained, "I'm sorry. I'm very sorry, but someone I know went back here, and I haven't seen them in years." Carter furrowed his brows; he asked, "Do they work here?" You swallowed in some air and took a deep breath. "Umm... I think so. His name is Jungkook." Carter was getting confused by the second; he's never heard of that name before. He apologized, "I'm sorry, who?"

You were getting impatient with Carter. So, you pushed him aside, not caring about if you were being rude or not. You busted the door open and saw him crouched down with his face between his hands. The door slammed shut, startling you. You looked at the man in front of you with much sadness. With a heavy heart, you whispered, "Jungkook."

The screaming wind drowned out your voice, but even so, he heard. It's been two years since he last heard your voice, two years since he heard his name leave your lips. He slowly lifted his head up, and you saw his tear-stained face staring at you. Your heart stopped at the look he was giving you; hatred was all he was displaying. You wish to take all his pain and throw it at the nearest star, but you couldn't, especially since you were the cause of it.

Jungkook stood up, and you noticed how his build got bigger. He was definitely working out. You were never scared him, however, right now you were. He was not the same man as before - you know that, but you still hoped he hadn't changed.

Jungkook on the other hand, thought the opposite; you had gotten smaller. Not physically, but mentally. Your aura seemed scared and quiet, a complete 180 from before. He wanted to hold you - protect you, but he wouldn't. Jungkook could never forget what you did to him.

He laced his tongue with venom, and spat out, "Why the fuck are you here?" You flinched at his words. You deserve it - you know you deserve it, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. Your heart started beating faster, and you tried controlling your breathing, but one could know that you were having a hard time keeping calm. You put your shaky hand to your heart and trembled, "I didn't know you worked here. I came here with my friend to celebrate."

Jungkook stayed quiet and you took that as a sign to continue on, "I came here to celebrate my divorce." Jungkook was taken aback by your sentence. Divorce... it ranged in his head. He'd never thought you would get a divorce. "You got a divorce?" You nodded shyly, "This morning actually. Everything was done and finalized this morning."

Jungkook gulped down some spit he didn't know he was harboring. He wanted to be happy, he was waiting for this moment, but he couldn't find it in himself to be. Jungkook took a few steps back, giving himself more space. You stood there watching him pondering his thoughts.

You took this time to fully analyze him. His hair was longer, reaching close to his shoulders, almost in a mullet style. Two piercings were placed on his face, and tattoos littered his right arm; knuckles all the way up to his shoulder. It's only been two years; how did his appearance change so much? Never once has Jungkook said anything about getting facial piercings or tattoos. At this moment, you wanted the old Jungkook back. You were selfish - so selfish; you have no right to think that, but you couldn't help it.

"Why'd you come here to celebrate? Ready to find a new man for you to break?" You scoffed at his questions, "Are you serious?" Jungkook knew he was being mean, but he didn't care. "Of course, I'm being serious. You broke it off with me easily, and then you got married - only for you to divorce two years later. And what's the first thing you do... you go to a fucking club! Single people go to clubs to get fucking drunk and sleep with people they don't even know."

You felt your heart swell with pain; you felt so offended. "Is that what you think I am? A slut?" Jungkook seemed unfazed by your pain. He shrugged his shoulders and remarked, "I don't know, it's been two years. You could be... I mean look at the fucking outfit you're wearing. It's like you're asking for it." You slapped him; you have never slapped Jungkook before. And without a second thought, your tears came streaming down. Jungkook watched you as you tried wiping them away. The tears and snot came running down; you were hiccupping and whimpering at the pain Jungkook shoved at you.

For a split second, Jungkook regretted his words, but he shook off the thought. If he was a monster, his only reason would be that you made him into one.

Still crying, you bellowed out, "Yeah, you're right! It has been two years. Because in just that period, you've become someone unrecognizable! An asshole!" You dropped down to the cold and dirty concrete floor and wailed. You didn't care if people were to hear you; you didn't care if people thought you were crazy. All that you could care for, and feel was the immense agony shooting throughout your body. "And to think I still love you!"

Jungkook felt himself staggering; he was angry about what you said. He growled out, "Love? You say you love me, but you left me! You left our relationship! You left everything! You left our five years of love so quickly... so easily. I have every right to be a fucking asshole, ____! I fought for us when you didn't."

You shot your head up, and yelled, "You're wrong!" Jungkook started laughing. He bent down to your level and challenged you. "I'm wrong?" You threatened back, "You're wrong. I did fight for us." You sent glares at Jungkook, as he did too. No words were exchanged, but the spitefulness radiated off of each other.

A few seconds later, Jungkook got up. He looked down at you and decided, "I'm not gonna fight with you. Everything that has happened is in the past." He started making his way to the door, but before he placed his hand on the knob, he added, "But know this, ____, you're fucking dead to me." And with that, he left you alone on the cold April night.

Seven years ago (the confession)

Jungkook was sitting in his car, waiting patiently for your tutoring to end. He had his head resting on the steering wheel contemplating whether he should tell you his feelings or not. He's been thinking about it for three weeks and thought today is the day, but like a lot of people, he has the last-minute jitters.

When the anxiety became unbearable, Jungkook stepped out of his car to take a breath of fresh air. He took deep breaths to calm his racing heart. He dug in his pocket to check the time on his phone; four more minutes till you're out. He spent the next minute stretching for reasons he doesn't know. When he got back in the car, he downed the leftover water from earlier and threw the empty plastic in the back.

A few moments later and you were finally exiting the school, along with a few other people. Jungkook watched the way you smiled at the girl next to you, deep in the conversation. It made his heart warm seeing you smile.

You made your way to his car, exhaling the tiredness from today. You swiftly turned your body to give Jungkook a hug. With your body fully back on the seat, you sighed, "Thank you, Jungkook, for picking me up." He gave you a small smile, "No worries." You buckled yourself, ready to be taken home, but you noticed that Jungkook hadn't made the slightest move to leave. "Jungkook, are you okay?" He turned to you and whispered, "I umm... have something I want to say to you."

You got a little worried that something might've happened. "What is it? Are you okay?" Jungkook shook his head at your questions; he informed, "I'm okay. Nothing to worry about," he took a deep breath and continued, "I have just been feeling something for a while now, and I thought today should be a good time to tell you." You gave Jungkook a look to tell him to continue.

When Jungkook opened his mouth, all that came out was a shaky breath. He brought his head down from embarrassment, "I'm sorry." You giggled at his nervousness. You grabbed his hands and assured him, "It's okay. Take all the time you need." Jungkook took another deep breath, and screwed his eyes shut, scared of what facial expression you were to make; he admitted, "____, I like you... like really like you." You let go of Jungkook's hands, causing his eyes to open. He spouts out, "It's fine if you can't replicate my feelings back! I just don't wan-"

You grabbed Jungkook's face between your hands and cut him off with a kiss, and just as quickly you pulled apart. Jungkook was in a state of shock, he didn't know what happened, or why it happened. Since your hands still held Jungkook's face, you gently caressed his cheeks to bring him back down to earth. You softly spoke, "I can replicate your feelings back. I like you, Jungkook - possibly even more than you do."

Jungkook's eyes bugged out from your confession. Never in a million years would he think you had feelings for him. He pointed to himself, "Me? You like me?" You took your hands off his face and waved them around, "I like you, Jungkook! Ever since you transferred to my class, I have liked you severely. Was my kiss not obvious?" Jungkook starts chuckling at the turn of events; he rubbed his face and said, "I'm sorry, I just... Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think this would happen?" You smiled at his words, "Neither did I."

You guys got quiet, the awkward tension swimming throughout the car. Jungkook took the initiative to cut the tension, "Well," he kissed his teeth, "Since we like each other, we should kiss... again." You have never smiled more widely until today. "It's your turn to kiss me, Jungkook."

He gently took his hands to hold your face, and slowly but surely, he closed the gap. Your lips brushed against his, in a teasing manner. Jungkook didn't want to waste any more time, so he crashed his lips to yours. You guys kissed ever so slowly; reeling in the feeling of being wanted. You were the one to pull away first; you breathlessly spoke, "God, how can you hold your breath for that long?"

Jungkook chuckled at your question. He leaned his forehead to yours, staring deeply into your eyes. He feels like he could get lost in them and he wouldn't mind. He whispered, "I like you, ____." You gave him another kiss, and responded, "As do I, Jungkook."

Present

It's been a week since the event with your ex-boyfriend. It took you a fat minute to go back inside. When you did, you tried your hardest to avoid Jungkook, but of course, since he worked there avoiding him was not possible. Carter, on the other hand, went up to you, asking if you were okay, but you shrugged him off. You reached Becky demanding that you wanted to go home; she complied with your request.

Here you are with Becky out on your terrace smoking. You used to hate the idea of smoking, the burning sensation, the horrible smell of Tobacco, but since the break-up with Jungkook, you fell down the rabbit hole of cigarettes. You used to smoke one pack every two days, but it subsided to one pack a week.

Right now, you were feeling very serene. The cold harsh wind screaming in your ears, it was burning your eyes, and stabbing your skin; it felt nice. It made you forget the pain you were feeling inside. Becky was talking to you, but her voice went in one ear and out the other. You were just focusing on letting yourself get lost in this freezing pain. The only time you felt alive was when you suffer. You think to yourself that this is what you deserve, that everything you did should come back to you ten times worse.

Becky was getting concerned about your lack of attention. She was talking about how horrible the weather was right now; she expected your usual sarcastic remark, but you didn't give any. She turned to you, analyzing the way you were engulfed in this harsh weather. She saw the way you stared blankly with your teary eyes at the busy city. She saw the little goosebumps littering your skin. Your hair blowing in every direction, not caring for the tangles it's making. The firing cigarette getting close to your fingers. She saw nothing but a shell of her best friend.

Becky hadn't known you for very long, two years to be exact. She was Mason's coworker; they were in the same law firm. You met her when you were visiting Mason one day, and from then on, she became your best friend. She gets worried about you, knowing that the majority of your pain consists of your broken love. Becky only knows briefly about what happened that night; she wanted to know more, but she respects your boundaries, so, she never pushed the topic.

Becky tapped your shoulder, lightly shouting so you can hear her voice in the loud wind. "____, your cigarette is about to be out! Throw it away and let's get back inside!" You blinked away your tears, and promptly threw your cigarette in the ashtray.

"What the fuck! You wasted a good piece of cigarette, Jay." Jungkook just waved off Cater's complaint. "Yeah, whatever. I don't give a shit. It's mine, not yours." Jungkook and Carter were seated in the clubs' break room. Their shifts usually started at the same time, so they always take their breaks together.

Ever since that night, Jungkook has been on edge. He thought that you had moved away, but since his encounter with you, he's now rethinking that you hadn't left at all. Seeing you definitely brought back memories that Jungkook tried so hard to avoid. The pain you had caused resurfaced and immersed his heart with agony. Right when he thought he finally healed, your pretty face came and ripped off his band-aid.

Carter interrupted Jungkook's train of thought. "Damn, Jay. Crankier than usual?" Instead of responding back, Jungkook threw his head back on the leather couch. He didn't really have the energy to converse with Carter. If he didn't have work, he would've spent a year hiding out in his apartment avoiding everyone and everything, but he didn't have that luxury.

Carter was very persistent in making conversation. "So, Jungkook is your real name? And you didn't think of telling me? Your best friend?" Jungkook swiftly raised his head at Carter's question. He remarked, "Don't fool yourself, Carter. We're not friends." Carter felt hurt by Jungkook's words but choose not to show it. Jungkook continued, "The reason why I didn't tell you my name was because I didn't want to be tied down to my past."

"Past?" Carter questioned. Jungkook dug in his pocket for another cigarette to smoke. He lit it up and took a hit. "I never really cared for my name. I didn't really like it, but I didn't really hate it. It wasn't until this girl came along that I started loving my name - only when she said it. Hearing my name leave her lips made my stomach do flips. One day she ended things, and my name just started to sound horrible to hear. So, that's why I changed it to, Jay."

Everything stayed quiet after Jungkook's confession. Carter didn't know what to say. He wanted to lighten up the mood and make Jungkook slightly happy, but he was scared that whatever left his mouth, the man in front of him would shoot him the meanest glare, and Carter was a sensitive man.

Minutes go by until their shift starts. Before exiting, Carter wanted to say at least something to the broken man. He halted Jungkook's walking, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jungkook turned to Carter with a puzzled look. Carter spoke, "Jay's not a bad name. I quite like the name." Jungkook gave Carter a tight-lipped smile and nodded. He left the break room with a lone Carter inside.

Seven years ago (the first night)

You had arrived at Jungkook's house for a sleepover. You and Jungkook have been dating for seven months, and he thought today was the day you could finally stay over at his house. You actually wanted to stay over at his early on in the relationship, but Jungkook informed you that he wasn't ready yet. Jungkook wanted things to go nice and slow; he was afraid that if things were to be rushed everything would fall apart. You understood his reasons; you took things nice and slow just like he wanted.

You entered his house; it was small but cozy. His house felt like a home, just the feeling the house gives makes you feel at peace. You looked around the place, admiring the family pictures, drawings, and even the little trinkets displayed on top of the T.V. Everything insight made your heart warm.

Jungkook on the other hand, was nervous. He knows that his place is far more different than yours. You had been born with a silver spoon in your mouth; everything was handed to you, even without asking. As he watched you look around the place, Jungkook was sweating profusely. He was scared that you would leave him because of how poor he was compared to you.

Jungkook trembled, "I know this isn't much. I know how ugly this is to you, but I hope that you won't leave me." You flipped towards your boyfriend. You were flabbergasted that he would think that. Everything that he had said was the opposite of what you were thinking. You threw yourself on his soft brown couch cuddling with one of the throw pillows. Jungkook walked in front of you, and you gave him a bright smile.

You chuckled, "Babe, this house is beautiful, not ugly. It isn't much but it's definitely something amazing." You grabbed his arms, discarding the pillow, and pulled him towards you. "I could never leave you because of how much or little money you have. Jungkook, I'm with you because of who you are. And you are someone worth treasuring." Jungkook's heart has never felt so full. He kissed your forehead, "My heart is full of you, I can't even call it my own."

As your response, you gently grabbed his face and kissed like it was the last. He held your waist and gripped you closer to him. There was no room in between you two. Things started escalating when you began unbuttoning Jungkook's shirt. He pulled away the second he felt your fingertips brush against his chest. You were startled by the action; you felt that you had done something bad.

You felt your eyes slightly tear up, but Jungkook was quick to assure you that it was nothing wrong. "Baby, don't be sad. I just think that we shouldn't be doing this in the living room." At first, you were confused by his statement, but then your eyes lit up by his meaning. You blushed and Jungkook smiled at your cheeks. "Let's take this in my bedroom, yeah?" You had never nodded your head this hard until right now.

Jungkook chuckled at your cuteness; you never fail to make him smile. He picked you up like you weighed nothing. You wrapped your legs around his torso, and your arms around his neck. Jungkook had his hands resting on the bottom of your ass, keeping you in place. He marched his way to his room, all while keeping his eyes on yours. You would usually feel nervous about the intense eye contact, but at this moment you were too lost in his big brown eyes. He looked at you with so much longing, and you loved that feeling.

Once he reached his room, Jungkook placed you on the bed and said, "I am so glad my parents aren't here today." He climbed on top of you, caging you in between his toned arms. "So, don't be quiet for me. Never be quiet for me." You were stunned by the words that had left your boyfriends' lips. It was like a different person entered his body. It was hard to muster any type of word, so you just nodded.

Jungkook can see that you were speechless by his behavior. He was actually having fun doing this to you. He wanted to push you even further, so, Jungkook slipped his hand underneath your shirt and inside your bra to lightly brushed his fingers on your hard bud. He saw your mouth go agape; he ordered, "Use your words, baby. I wanna hear you." You can see the mischievous glint along with lust swimming in his eyes. You cleared your throat and shakingly said, "I won't be quiet for you. I'll let you hear all of me."

Jungkook smirked, "That's my girl." He dived his head to your neck and sucked your soft skin. The hand that had brushed against you was now needing the plump area. "Ahh... babe." you moaned at the sensation. Jungkook unclasped his mouth from your neck, admiring the painting he had done. He licked the area grinning. When he had lifted his head back, he already saw the dazed look on your face.

Jungkook caressed your cheeks tenderly. "Why do you already look a bit fucked out, babe? I haven't done anything yet?" You grabbed a hold of his shirt and said, "It feels good." Jungkook chuckled. God, you were too adorable. You tried unbuttoning his shirt again, but Jungkook just swiftly took it off. You straight away raked your fingers along his abs. The feathering touch made Jungkook lightly flex his abs. "Aren't you a little horny?" You blushed from embarrassment at his words. You pinched his skin, "Shut up."

Jungkook grabbed a hold of your arms and placed them above your head. "Spread your legs, baby." And like a dog, you did what you were told. You watched Jungkook position himself between your legs; he was slowly grinding against your clothed pussy. You bite your lip, containing your moans. Jungkook saw the way you try quieting yourself. He released one of his hands away from your pinned arms, dragging your bottom lip down with his thumb. He groaned at you, "____, I said to never be quiet for me. So, stop biting your lips and moan for me, baby."

You released one sinful moan for your lover. He wasn't even inside you yet, but you already felt like cumming. Jungkook fully let go of your arms, and instead, he ripped open your shirt. You gasped at the action, "Jungkook! Babe, I liked that shirt." Jungkook unhooked your bra and threw it on the floor. "I'll buy your another one, baby. Now lift up your hips." You really didn't know what it was, but every time Jungkook demanded something, you would always be compliant.

He took off your shorts along with your underwear, and just like your bra, he discarded them on the floor. You laid bare in front of Jungkook's eyes. You looked ethereal to him like you were an angel living down on earth. Your hair was sprawled out on his sheets, your skin shining even though there was no sun, your legs wide open giving him a view of your pretty pussy, your breasts laid beautifully on your chest, and your face stared back at him with devotion. They say that nothing in this world is perfect, but to Jungkook you were the definition of prefect.

You stared at him while he took off his pants. You saw the outline of his thick cock, bulging on his boxers. You couldn't tear your eyes away; Jungkook noticed. He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his hard-on, gently rubbing himself on your hand. Jungkook exhaled and said, "You feel how hard I am for you, baby?" You licked your lips and meekly whispered, "Yes."

He placed your hand back by your side and bent down to you. His lips hovering above yours. "Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it." You lifted up your pelvis, it was your turn to grind yourself on his clothed cock. You breathlessly spoke, "I want you to fuck me, but I want it slow." Jungkook groaned at your words.

He slipped out of his boxers and his cock sprung free. It hit you right on your clit, making you jolt. Before Jungkook could continue, he reached behind you, and right beside his bed was a small dresser. He dug into one of the drawers and pulled out a condom. Jungkook took off the plastic and tapped the rubber piece on your lips. He grinned, "Do you wanna put this on me, babe?"

You sat up and took the condom from your boyfriend. You had your eyes locked on his cock. It might've been weird to voice out, but Jungkook's cock was really pretty. His shaft was slightly lighter than his skin, and his tip was pretty pink. You could see the feint veins that circled his member, and he wasn't hairy, just a slightly shaven area that resided on top. You could see some pre-cum leaking out of him. He was pretty thick and long, you would've guessed him to be around eight inches.

You swallowed some air before you proceeded. You took him in one of your hands and placed the rubber on his tip. You tried sliding it down, but since your hand was too shaky it kept coming back up. Jungkook had seen your nervousness. He gently grabbed your hand, and he worried to you, "Need help, baby?"

You shot up at him and quickly replied, "No!" In the midst of your answer, you had gripped your boyfriend too hard. "Shit, babe! Not too hard, please?" You were quick to release him from the stronghold. You apologized, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I-I don't need help. I can do this." Jungkook nodded and copied back, "You can do this."

You tried sliding the condom back down again, and thankfully this time it stayed in place. You smiled at Jungkook like a kid who aced their pop quiz. He chuckled, "God, ____. Can you get any cuter?"

Jungkook looped one arm around your torso, slowly bringing you back down on the bed. He positioned himself back between your legs again and gently slid his cock between your folds. His movement sent tidal waves through your body. You moaned out, "Fuck, Jungkook. It feels good, but I want you in me." Jungkook placed his cock right at your entrance. He said, "If it hurts tell me, okay? I'll go slow like you want." You nodded.

You hugged your boyfriend readying yourself. Jungkook had licked his fingers, lubing you up. He slowly entered you, feeling your warm walls caging him tightly. Your arms around Jungkook tightened. It didn't hurt having him inside you. You have a dildo, so the feeling was nothing new. But this was your first time having other than a toy inside you. You softly moaned once he was fully inside, Jungkook as well. His mouth was right next to your ear. When you heard him groan it made your mind hazy.

"Am I hurting you, baby?" You shook your head at his question, but Jungkook wanted words. "I need to hear you say it." You murmured your words lowly, "No, you're not hurting me."

"I'm gonna move now, alright?"

"Alright."

Jungkook started slipping in and out of you. You created wetness, making it easier for him to not hurt you. It felt nice, but you wanted him to go deeper. You rasped out, "Deeper, Jungkook. I want it deeper." And that's what he did. Jungkook had reached deeper inside you, hitting your G-spot. Your body thrust up, touching your boyfriends' chest. "Shit!" you cried out.

Jungkook smirked to himself. Seeing you like this, only wanted him to go harder - faster. Placing you back down, he grunted, "Baby, can I go faster? Please?" You wanted to please your boyfriend like he was doing to you. So, you agreed.

Jungkook lifted up his body and moved you to the edge of the bed. With him standing, he placed your legs straight on his chest. He held your thighs with a firm grip and started thrusting you at a fast pace. Your body started moving up and down, your breasts doing the same.

The room echoed with the slapping of your guy's skin. You watched Jungkook as he fucked you. His head was leaned back; he was immersed in the pleasure. Jungkook was so glad that you are his first. He read online that having sex with someone feels so good, but to him, you felt like heaven.

Jungkook brought back down his head and snuggled between your legs. He rubbed his cheek along your calf. He beamed at you, "You're so precious, baby. So precious." You mimicked back his smile.

Jungkook went back to fucking you, never slowing down his pace. You gripped the sheets of his bed when you started to feel your high coming. Jungkook felt you holding his member hard, not letting him breathe. But he took it as a sign to go faster. When your high reached you, you jerked your body up, your body quivering. You moaned his name repeatedly. You never felt this much pleasure until now. Jungkook sure knows how to make you feel like you were in another world.

Jungkook watched as your body shook. He loved that he was the reason for your undoing. When your high came down, you thought that you guys would be done, but Jungkook had other plans. You gave your boyfriend a puzzling look when you felt that he was still in you. Jungkook cocked his head to the side, "Did you think it was over? Baby, I haven't even cummed yet." Your eyes bugged out.

Just as you were about to say something, Jungkook fucked you hard. He took your breath by surprise. You had just came, so when Jungkook added more pleasure to your sensitive cunt, you couldn't help but cry. You tried telling him to stop or slow down, but you could barely muster up any words.

Jungkook felt himself almost there. With one more thrust, he dropped your legs and collapsed on top of you, riding out his climax. His lips were right next to your ear; he was groaning out incoherent words. You both were out of breath, giving yourselves some time to be composed.

When you guys were finally calm, Jungkook pulled out of you. He discarded his filled condom in the trash. He gently pulled you up and asked, "Do you want to bathe together?" You smiled widely; you answered his question with a nod. You were about to walk with him to the bathroom, but Jungkook noticed your legs slightly trembling, so he picked you up bridal style.

You giggled at his action, holding him tight as he walked. When you made it into the bathroom, Jungkook sat you down on the closed toilet. You got worried that you might dirty it. "Wait, Jungkook, I don't think I should sit here. I don't want to dirty your toilet." Jungkook playfully scoffed at your concern. While he went to run the warm water, he shrugged, "It's fine if you dirty the toilet, babe. I can always clean it."

Minutes go by and the tub was finally filled. Jungkook carefully placed you in the tub. "Is the water warm for you?" You nodded your head and then urged him to get inside with you. Jungkook sat behind you; your back rested against his chest. You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the warm and safe atmosphere. Jungkook looked down at you admiring your beauty. He could never get tired of looking at you. You captivated him, and he wasn't complaining.

Jungkook raked his fingers along your stomach; his head rested in the crook of your neck, breathing you in. With your eyes still closed, you spoke out, "You know, they say that a home is a place, but I don't think that's true." You opened your eyes and faced your lover. "Because I found a home in you; you're my home, Jungkook."

Jungkook buried his head deeper in your neck. He rarely blushes, but right now his face was painted bright red. He gave himself a minute to calm his beating heart. When he lifted up his head, he found that you had your eyes closed again. "____?" he called out. You responded to him with a little hum.

Jungkook took a deep breath in and a deep breath out and confessed, "I love you." Your eyes shot open, and you looked at him. Jungkook repeated, "I love you, ____. Every fiber of my being calls for you. My need for you is so strong, that I don't know what I'll do without you." You felt yourself crying, your body trembling. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you; he thought that what he had said made you sad. "____, I'm sorry. Please, don't cry."

You shook your head. You weren't crying because of what he had said, but because you were so happy. You were filled with so much joy and love. You sniffled to him, "I'm not crying because of something bad. I'm crying because you're making me so happy. I'm so happy, Jungkook." You wiped your tears away and grabbed his face. You admitted, "And I love you so much.”

Present

"I would like the veggie wrap, but please don't put in the bell peppers. And some sweet tea - no ice. Thank you." Becky handed her menu to the young waitress. "Ma'am, is there anything I can get you?" The girl had her attention switched to you. Getting ready to write, you gave her your answer, "I'll have the same, but I want the bell peppers put in. And for the drink, I'll just have plain water." The girl collected your menu and gave a curt nod.

After she left Becky spoke out, "I talked to Mason yesterday. ____, he's worried about you. You haven't texted or called him since the divorce. He's wondering if you're okay." You did a deep sigh. You didn't mean to make him worry; you just have a lot on your mind right now. You exhaled, "I'm okay, alright." Becky advised, "I'm not the one you should be answering to. If you claim to be okay, then call Mason and tell him." You nodded your head, not saying anything further.

Becky could see that you're not really here; your mind is someplace else. Ever since that night, you've been more closed off than usual. It's sometimes hard to make conversations with you since all you give is short direct answers. You were always pretty open with Becky, proud to say she knows about ninety percent of you. But recently, Becky has been left in the dark about your feelings.

She worried to you, "____, I want you to know that I'm here... that I'm not some stranger. You can talk to me." You stared at your best friend; you can see the worriedness in her beautiful face. You're definitely not doing a good job of making the people who care about you feel calm. You were ready to talk to Becky, but then the young waitress came up and brought the food. "Here's the wrap with no bell peppers for you," She gave Becky her food, and then you, "Here's your wrap with bell peppers. And your guy's drinks." Once she placed everything down, she added, "If you need anything just call me." And with that, the girl left.

Becky had noticed that you were about to say something. "What were you going to say, ____?" You begged, "Can we talk about this after we finished eating, Beck? Please?" Becky didn't want to push your buttons, so, she agreed to continue the conversation later.

Around thirty minutes later, you and Becky finished your lunch. You guys were now entering your car with a full stomach. Once you guys had your seatbelts buckled, you pulled out of the parking lot. The vehicle was silent, just a whispered voice singing through the stereo.

"Let's go to a park." Becky had broken the silence with her suggestion. You slightly turned your eyes to your best friend. "A park?" you questioned. Becky replied with a yes. With your eyes back on the road, you took some time thinking about the reason for the random pop-up. Then you remembered what you said at the restaurant. "To talk?" your voice laced with caution. Becky replied with another yes. You sucked in your cheeks and nodded. "Sure, why not."

You two arrived at a random park. The area didn't have a lot of people, which for you was great. You put your car in park and pumped up the air conditioning. It was silent yet again. Becky wanted to speak up, but she also wanted you to open up to her on your own. You were trying to figure out what to say to Becky without sounding incoherent. It took a minute before words left your mouth.

"Remember how I said I saw my ex that night?" Beck nodded her head. You continued, "Well, ever since that night I've been feeling lost... or I guess confused - I don't really know how to describe it. But seeing him made my heart swell with longing, but he was not the same as before. What happened that night rearranged my view - my feelings into something unbearable. The more I think about it, the more I know that I'm the reason for this pain. This feeling... it's like it's growing bigger, and it fills my heart with ache. I feel like I'm gonna be gone if these feelings keep being bottled."

Becky furrowed her brows; she was confused by your last sentence. "What do you mean 'gone', ____?" You gulped down some spit, "I mean that if I keep feeling like this, my sense of warmth might be extinguished." Becky's heart broke hearing her best friend say that she might lose any type of love. You've always been there for her, even when you were at your lowest. Becky said something that she might hope will help you. "Maybe you should try talking to him. Find some closure, ____."

You dropped your head to the steering wheel and gripped the sides. You shook your head at your friend's request; you explained, "I can't talk to him, Beck. You know, the last thing he said to me that night was that I was dead to him." You faced Becky. "Beck, he hates me... deeply. And I can't blame him, 'cause I hate myself too."

Becky turned her body completely towards you. She didn't want you to think badly about yourself. "____, don't say that." Just like Becky, you turned your body as well. Your frustration was building. "What am I supposed to say then, Becky? It's my fault that things are like this." Your voice started rising up, "It's my fault that we're broken! If you were there that day, Beck, you would've hated me as well."

Tears started freely flowing down. You grabbed your shirt and cried, "You didn't see the way his face looked when I told him that I accepted the marriage. You didn't feel the want in his hug - in his kiss when he begged for me to stay. You didn't hear the pain in his voice when he told me that I broke him. Becky, I left him alone and broken. I destroyed him. So, please... don't tell me that I shouldn't have said what I have said."

Becky hugged you the minute you ended your sentence. Her tears silently fell, while yours were loud and clear. Becky felt her shirt dampen, but she didn't care. You had wrapped your arms around your best friend tightly, holding on to her while you poured out your pain. You choked out, "I tried telling my parents that I didn't want this. I tried, Becky, I tried." Becky gently petted your hair and said, "I know, ____."

A Few minutes go by, and your crying had subsided. You pulled away from Becky and grabbed some tissues that were placed in the cup holder. You wiped your face from all the tears and snot. Becky softly rubbed your eyes and calmly said, "I wasn't there, so because of that I don't hate you. And if I was there, I still wouldn't have hated you, ____. Even though you couldn't stop your parents, you were still strong enough to try. That itself tells me how much you love this man. I know that I'll probably never be able to understand this pain, but one thing I do understand is the unbelievable love one person can have for the other. ____, this type of love is so powerful, it can heal the weak, but it can also destroy the strong. I know you said that you can't talk to him, but I think you should. If you don't... this feeling will keep being bottled - and just like you said, you'll be gone. I don't want that. So, just try talking to him."

Two years ago (the break up)

You had just gotten done having the meeting of your life with your parents. The discussion for an arranged marriage for you has been brought forth a week ago. Your parents wanted to expand their company by joining another company that was owned by their friends. They thought that marrying you with Mason would bring more publicity and fortunes to their companies. Your parents had known that you were already in a relationship, but they're the type of parents that don't care for their kids' opinions or feelings.

When they had announced that they were going to be marrying you, you shot them down the second the words had left their mouths. You left the room not giving them any time to say something back to you. You didn't want to hear it. That day, you held off on telling Jungkook about your parent's announcement. You had thought that they would respect your decision not to go through with this marriage. You thought that the discussion would end and there would be no reason to tell Jungkook, until today.

Your parents had called you to their office, and right when you entered the room, they dropped the bomb and told you that having this marriage is inevitable. You tried convincing them that this is not what you want, that you are happy with your life; loving and having Jungkook is all you want, but they didn't care. The only thought they had in their mind was strengthening their company. The debate went on for so long, with you crying and your parent's shouting.

They told you that if you didn't go through with this, they wouldn't hesitate on making Jungkook's life hell, starting with deporting his father. You called their bluff, telling them that they're not that cruel, but once they had ICE on call you were forced to agree. Your parents had a satisfying smirk knowing that their plan was working. You had gone up to your parents, wanting to physically hurt them, but your father beat you to it. He had slapped you right across the face, and even more, he did not hold back on giving you a right hook on your stomach. Your mother had a displeasing look on her face when you spat out vulgar words at them.

You ran out of their building to find sanctuary in your car. You didn't cry because of the pain your parents inflicted on you; you were crying because you were now going to be tied to someone who wasn't the love of your life; Jungkook. It took you a few minutes to calm down your breathing, and your crying, but once you did, you texted Jungkook that you were going to drive to his place for something important.

Jungkook got a bit nervous with your message; he tried calling you to see if you were okay, but you didn't answer. You didn't want him to hear the choked pain in your voice.

Here you are driving to your boyfriend's apartment, with blurry eyes. You know that driving in this state is unsafe, but you didn't care. You were lucky to have not run over any red lights or gotten pulled over for speeding. You pulled up to your boyfriend's apartment unscathed and without any tickets. You saw Jungkook pacing around his front door with a worried expression.

When he spotted you, he ran to your car door and hugged you. He expressed, "Baby, why weren't you answering my calls? I was worried about you." You couldn't speak; your body frozen was in panic. Jungkook noticed; he tried picking you up, but your legs collapsed on top of each other. He bent down to check for any injuries. Jungkook searched your body, and then he came across your face.

He let out a short breath, "____, your face! Your cheek! Baby, what happened?" You rasped out, "Can we take this inside? Please?" Instead of answering, Jungkook carefully picked you up and helped you to his apartment. He sat you down on his little sofa, with him going to the kitchen to get you an ice pack.

Your boyfriend returned and placed the cold pack on your bruising cheek. He wanted to question why you needed to talk, why you looked like you'd been crying so much, why your cheek is bruising, but he didn't want to bombard you with so many questions. He wanted you to talk to him when you were calm and ready.

You were trying to think of ways to break down the marriage to him, but no matter how you were to say it, you know that Jungkook would be hurt. Your head was down, but you could feel the anxious stare your boyfriend was giving you. You tried mustering up some words to say, but all that came out was unstable breaths.

Seeing you in this state had Jungkook on edge. He's never seen you like this before, and it quite terrifies him. Seeing you made his heart churn with indescribable panic. All that he could do was hold you, waiting for your mind to be steady.

The clock kept ticking and you still hadn't said anything. You just stared at the floor, with nothing but fidgeting eyes. Jungkook was a patient man, but in this scenario, he was feeling a bit restless. Jungkook tried speaking up, "Babe, ar-" You cut him off, blurting out your proclamation, "I'm getting married."

Jungkook's whole world stopped when those words left your mouth; he felt his heart drop. He stood up and raked his fingers through his hair. You were still seated, watching your boyfriend getting stressed. Your body was still, but you felt your tears slowly fall. The moment you said the words, you knew, you knew that everything was will never be the same.

Jungkook's heart was racing faster than the speed of light. His body felt cold, like what you had said dumped ice all over him. He couldn't control his breathing; his chest heaving up and down in a disbelief manner. He turned to you, catching sight of your broken spirit. He would usually hug you - comfort you, but all he wanted to do right now is ask you, his questions. Jungkook shakingly said, "Are you serious? 'Cause if you're playing with me right now, ____, I'll forgive you. We can move on with this horrible joke of yours." He tired laughing, hoping that you were joking.

You faced back down on the floor; your tears making it hard to see anything. With his question, you shyly nodded your head. You heard Jungkook release a pain exhale. You could feel the pain steaming off of him. You didn't want to lift your head; you were scared of the sight you might see.

You heard Jungkook gasping for air like he was finding it hard to function. You tried muffling your sobs that were escaping, but it didn't work. Jungkook demanded, "Look at me, ____." You couldn't. How could you? After what you said, you don't have the strength to face him. He demanded again, "____, look at me." this time you can hear the plead in his voice.

You lift your head, hating the sight you were seeing. The one person who you never wanted to hurt, showed a face full of agony. You did this to him. Your tears were now rapidly flowing; you tried wiping them away, but they did not prevail.

Jungkook didn't know why you were hurting. He had every reason to feel like this, but you? His voice rasped out his questions, "W-was it me? Did I do something wrong? Wa... was I not good enough for you, ____?" You vigorously shook your head. All his questions were far from it. "Then why?" Jungkook gripped his shirt; his voice was rising. He cried to you, "Why a-are you doing this to me? Did you have a relationship with this guy, and you didn't tell me? Is-is that the reason you're marrying him and not me?"

You stood up quickly, crying to him that his questions were not the reason. He repeated, "Then why?" You couldn't tell him why. You didn't want him to know, because if you did, you knew that he would tell you not to worry about him. He would tell you that you guys can fight through this, but he doesn't know your parents. The vile things they can do to him and his parents. So, you left that part out, "My parents want to wed me with a friend's son to bring more success to both companies."

Jungkook nodded his head, feeling somewhat hopeful that you didn't agree; your parents just told you, you were getting married. "Okay, this was all your parents. Baby, just decline them and then we can go back to normal." You saw him optimistically smile. You wished that was the case; you wished it was that easy. You brokenly said, "No, Jungkook. It was my decision... I accepted the marriage."

Jungkook cried yet again. Why would he think that? Stupid! He felt stupid. "Why would you accept it? You're not happy with me, are you?" You told him a white lie, "I think that as their daughter, I need to do this." Jungkook shook his head, not believing you. "What about what you want? ____, I thought that what we have is everything and more, but you seem so willing to let go of our five years. Is this truly what you want?"

You wanted to say no. You wanted to be with him forever; that this marriage is not what you want, but the words got stuck in your throat. You didn't know what to say. Jungkook knows you like the back of his hand; he could see the hesitation; he could see your body frozen in contemplation. He knows deep down that you don't want this. So, why are you doing this?

Jungkook walked towards you, holding you tenderly in his arms. Dipping his head to the crook of your neck, breathing you in like always. "____, stay with me." Your eyes were hurting from all the crying, but you couldn't help it. Jungkook felt your body tremble; he felt your tears sliding down your face, down your neck, and onto his face, it only made him hold you tighter. He felt himself crying just as hard as you. "Stay with me, ____." He let you go, only for him to cup your face, and give you a passionate kiss. "Please, baby. I need you to stay with me. Can you stay with me?"

You could feel the want in his hug - in his kiss, but you couldn't - you wouldn't drag him down, because of your love. You didn't want him and his parents to suffer because of you. You saw his eyes begging you to say yes. You know that your answer was going to hurt him, but rather this than the long-suffering pain he would feel to lose his father. Pushed him off of you, and you let out a strangled sob. You saw pain taking hold of him. You wailed, "I can't... I won't stay with you, Jungkook. I could never forgive myself if I did."

You saw him clutch a part of his shirt where his heart was. You heard him whimpering. Jungkook hiccupped, "____, please don't do this. We can be together. Your parents - your husband won't have to know." Jungkook knew he was being pathetic; begging you like this, but he would go to any length if it meant that you'll stay with him. "I don't want you to leave me. I love you."

Your face scrunched up, trying to contain the pain you were feeling. His words sent an ache through your heart. You wished everything was that easy. You didn't want Jungkook to love a horrible person like you; a person who would lie to him, a person who would tear him piece by piece. The only way to make him hate you is to say the impossible, "These past six years spent with you, were everything and more. But I don't love you anymore, Jungkook. It's time we took our separate paths."

Jungkook felt himself die inside. He was shaking his head, trying to deny your words, but you sound so convincing. If he knew that this type of pain was to happen, he would've never confessed his feelings to you. The one person who he tied himself with, the one person who he gave his whole heart, the one person who he loved broke him. He whispered to you, "You absolutely broke me, ____. Destroyed me." He didn't spare you a glance; he walked to his front door, opened it, and yelled, "Get the fuck out of my house, before I fully succumb to you, truly!"

You knew that this was gonna come. You knew that sooner or later he would yell and say harsh things to you. Still, you could help but be appalled by his words. You carefully walked your way to the door. Tears come down streaming harshly, knowing that this will be the last time you step foot in his home. Right at the entrance, you faced your now ex-boyfriend and saw the stern and pained expression plastered on his face. You timidly said, "I'm sorry, Jungkook."

Jungkook swiftly turned his eyes out the door, signaling to leave his apartment; you did just that. You turned around wanting to at least say one last goodbye, but before you got the chance to, Jungkook slammed the door, leaving alone on a cold April day.

Present

"So, don't worry about me, Mason. Call me when you get this." You ended the voicemail.

You were outside the club waiting for your ex to be finished. It took a lot of thinking about what Becky had said, and you came to the conclusion that she was right. You didn't want to spend the rest of your life avoiding this, you wanted to have some peace of mind. You don't know how he'll react or how he'll be, but you just hoped that he'll be willing to listen.

Time was speeding up and your body was getting tired. Right when you were about to head to your car to rest your legs, a group of people exited the club. It was hard identifying the group because they were heading in the opposite direction from you.

If you hadn't spotted Carter, you would've thought that this trip was useless. You and Carter made eye contact, and you watched him whisper to another guy who had his arm slung over the shoulders of a pretty woman. You knew that the man was Jungkook. It wouldn't matter how many years have passed; you'll always be able to identify him.

You wanted to get closer to hear what was being exchanged but to be respectful, you gave them their boundaries. The group of people already left, just leaving the four of you alone. You couldn't see his face, but by the way, Carter is expressing, you knew that the conversation was getting frustrating. Your body started fidgeting, you were getting impatient.

The conversation seemed to have ended when Carter gave you a bright smile. He pulled the woman towards him and gave Jungkook a wave of goodbye. Now it was just you two alone. Jungkook still had his back faced to you, but you can tell he was annoyed.

You spoke up, slightly shouting, "Can we talk, Jungkook?" For what seemed like forever, he finally turned to you. He trudged his way to you; he seethed, "Were my words that night not enough for you to know that I don't want to see you?" You were blinking frantically. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"I just want to talk. You don't have to say anything, I just want you to listen. I'm begging you." Your head was down, eyes closed. You started fiddling with your fingers. "I don't deserve it, but will you allow me to be selfish just one time?"

Jungkook stared down at you. He's not gonna admit it, but he also wanted to talk with you. He took some deep breaths through the nose, and said, "Did you bring your car? Where's your car?" You lifted your head in an instant. You exhaled and gave a relieved smile to yourself. Jungkook saw your small smile and somewhere deep down inside him, he felt his heart swell.

You made a beeline to your car, Jungkook following closely behind you. Once you made it inside, everything was quiet. Not a peep was made from the both of you. You thought that since you wanted to talk, you should start first. "Thank you... for agreeing to this. I wanted to talk because I need to have this closure." You faced your head to Jungkook, but all he was looking at was outside your car window. "I feel like we can take our first step into healing through this talk."

Without looking at you, Jungkook mumbled, "I tried to feel something new with someone else, but all I could see in them is how they're not you." You started biting your lips; you felt guilty. "There was this woman I met around close to a year of our break up. She was a customer at the club, and all she ordered was a glass of water." Jungkook started laughing at the memory. "She started coming in more often, and I found a friend in her. She was kind, smart, beautiful... she was perfect. I thought that she was everything I wanted in a girl. But every time we tried to progress our relationship; I kept holding her off. All I could feel - all I could want was you. I didn't want someone perfect," Tears started to slowly fall down Jungkook's eyes. He faced you with his eyes red. "I wanted someone who messy, loud, clumsy... broken. All I wanted was you, ____."

You were choking on your sob. You placed your hand on your mouth, trying to cancel out any noise. Wanting to add to your pain, Jungkook confessed "I went to your wedding. I blended myself with the hundreds of those invited people. I saw you walk down the aisle in your beautiful wedding dress. You truly make a beautiful bride, ____. I saw you guys hold hands, heard your vows, and say your 'I do's'. I saw you guys kiss. I couldn't stay any longer, so I went back home. I laid in bed staring at my ceiling, it took me a while to figure out that I was crying. And I realized that my tears were no longer for you. They're for me; the me you destroyed. How could you do this to us? How could you do this to me? You didn't love me."

You shook your head, denying his last sentence. "Don't say that! You may hate me, and that's fine, but you have no right to say that I didn't love you. Jungkook, my love for you was infinite and it still is. You know, the moment I left you, I killed half of myself. And to this day, I'm still half a person. You know, I have spent the first year missing you, wanting you, needing you." You cried harder like you were reliving your pain. "My ex-husband tried consoling me, and it would work for a little while. But every time night rolls around, the moon brings back my pain. I'll never ever forgive myself for the pain I brought to you."

"It doesn't matter now. You ruined everything." You cried harder because he was right, but you didn't wanna keep being reminded. "I know! I know that everything is my fault. But please, Jungkook, stop reminding me of my faults. I hate myself enough as it is."

Jungkook questioned, "Then why? I want the honest truth now. Don't hide from me. Why would you accept the marriage?" Jungkook wanted answers that you couldn't give to him before.

Now that you are divorced, you have nothing holding you back. "It's true when I said that I accepted the marriage. It was fully my decision, but they really left me no choice. They were going to call ICE on your father. Jungkook, they wanted to make you and your parents suffer." You started shaking your head; your tears falling in the process. "I didn't want that to happen because of my selfishness."

You were crying, but all that Jungkook could think about was one thing. "Is that why you came home that day with a bruising cheek? Did those fuckers do that to you?" You were quiet; you didn't have to say anything for Jungkook to know the answer. He took a deep sigh, "Why didn't you tell me? God, I feel like killing them."

You scoffed, "What would you do if I told you? I think you're forgetting just how powerful my parents are. Jungkook, they will stop at nothing to achieve something."

He retaliated back, "So will I! I don't care how powerful your parents are, ____. If putting in my blood, sweat, and tears means that I could still have you, I will. It was wrong for me to say that you didn't fight back, but I would've started a war for you if it meant that we could still be together. If my father were to be deported, my mom would go with him; they can't imagine a life without each other. That's the same thing with me. I couldn't imagine a life without you, but it's too late now, huh? The chance to fight is over now."

You quietly asked, "You wouldn't fight for me now?" That question had stumped Jungkook. He wanted to say that he will, but it wouldn't sound right. Many things have happened over the past two years. Jungkook has learned to move on, to live without you. Of course, he's not fully healed, but after this talk, he feels like he can fully live his life without the pain you bring. But you, you were still stuck in the past. You had hoped that maybe, just maybe everything would be back to the way it was.

Jungkook answered your question from the truth in his heart, "No... I wouldn't fight for you now. ____, what we had is something I'll always treasure. The years I spent with you felt like heaven. You were my haven. You were my first everything, I could never forget that. I wished it had been me standing at the altar. I wished it had been me marrying you. I wish for a lot of things, but those are just wishes. Two years isn't a lot of time, but during that period I've learned to move on with my life."

Jungkook cupped your crying face. He held you tenderly. His eyes filled with sorrow. "I loved you so much, ____. Actually, I-I still love you. I don't think I'll stop loving you. We were just two people who loved each other but weren't meant to be." He started wiping your fallen tears.

Jungkook gave you one last kiss. You guys kissed with so much love and regret. The tears from both of you made the kiss salty, but you guys didn't mind. You gripped his shirt, and he gripped your waist. This was truly the last contact you both will make.

Pulling apart was hard but needed. You knew that he was right. It's time for you to move on. You whispered to him, "I realize now that I can't keep holding on to something I can't have anymore. I'm ready to let you go, Jungkook."

Jungkook connected his forehead to yours, and said, "If once we're ready, faith will bring us together again. Whether it be in this lifetime or the next, I'll wait for you with open arms." You smiled at his words. You both know deep down that being together again won't happen - at least not in this life.

Five years later

Many things have happened in the five years since your guy's last talk. You had moved out of the city along with Becky and started room mating with Mason. The first two years of moving forward were hard, but with the help of Becky and Mason, everything started to feel just right. Your two friends opened up their own law firm called M & B Laws. You also got a job at a daycare not too far from their work.

Since that night, you have never seen Jungkook again, but you were grateful to have followed his Instagram profile. You guys would exchange DM's here and then, asking about each other's days, new stuff. But after the third year, the texts stopped coming and you guys were now strangers.

You were alone at home, and Becky and Mason were working overtime. In times like this, you wished you had a dog or cat, a companion to keep you company. The TV was playing Iron Man; you weren't too focused on the TV screen, instead, the only thing that had your attention was your phone screen. Scrolling through Instagram, and liking random stuff, you came across a post from Jungkook.

You sat up from the couch. It's been months since his last post. The picture that was displayed on your screen was a photo of Jungkook and a woman. You tucked your hair from behind your ears to get a better look. His post was seven hours ago. The caption from his post said, "Happy 2 years, baby! I'm happy to have circled the sun with you twice, and I can't wait for more. I love you, Yuna!"

You from before would've been so heartbroken. She would've cried herself to sleep, despising herself more and more for losing him. But you are so happy now; you are so happy for him. You looked at the picture and for the first time in a long time, Jungkook showcased a genuine and happy smile. His eyes weren't facing the camera, they were locked on the beautiful woman in front of him. His eyes were filled with so much love and adoration, his smile was shining with so much joy. Your heart's not broken, it's far from it. Your heart is healed, and your heart is happy. You can't wait to see what the world has to offer.

[clemnchai]

Dealer! Ellie headcannon’s ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

dealer! ellie who’s your polar opposite. everyone was surprised when you two first came out. you’re sweet as honey and shy— outfits always a littlee skimpy. and ellie was… ellie. she loves it tho. loves having arm candy ♡

dealer! ellie who gets genuinely offended when you try to roll your own joints or even smoke without her. she’s such a baby about it. “what the fuck? where’d you get this shit from?” she picks up the tiny baggy with aggravation on her face. “well… you were busy els— and i’ve been stressed! y’cant be mad at me because you neglected me” you say with a small pout. “neglect—? ok ok. you’re not smoking this shit, man. how about this, i roll you a joint with my good shit and we can watch hello kitty island adventure—whatever the fuck and chill, kay?” safe to say ellie takes the ‘pretty girl’ discount seriously ♡

dealer! ellie who always rolls your joints in strawberry papers and bags your weed in cute baggies w hearts ♡

dealer! ellie who called you princess in a teasing way at first but it just…. stuck. ♡

dealer! ellie only lets you do her make up while she’s high as a kite. so now you’re here sitting on her lap putting mascara and eyeliner on her pretty red eyes. “els, stop moving. i’ll mess up” you stop and sit back to look at her while she smokes the last of her joint. “you’re lucky m’ letting you do this— how long does this take again? is this why you take so long to get ready?” you rolled your eyes as she rambled and she playfully pinches ur waist and smoothes her hand over. “done! “ you hand her a small mirror to look at your work. “cute. my lil’ picasso.” leaning in to give you a wet smooch that you dodge. “no kisses, you’ll ruin my work.” she huffs and sits up to effortlessly flip you over so she’s on top of you. you let out a girly squeal at the sudden change in position. “fuck that.” she says n’ then gives you wet, exaggerated kisses all over your pretty, giggly face ♡

dealer! ellie who does things because she knows it makes you nervous. she’ll take your cheeks in between her fingers and shotgun kiss you during the smoke sesh and chuckle at how you look at her w doe eyes:( or she’ll tease you in public— moving her hand a little too close to the warmth in between your thighs and pulling away when she hears your breath stutter. she can be so mean:( ♡

dealer! ellie who listens to 90s rap and r&b. also cannot fuck you without some r&b in the background. “sets the mood” she says. ♡

dealer! ellie who passes you the joint when fucking you:( “yea— yea. shit. you look so fucking good.” she pulls the joints from her mouth and blows the smoke away from your face. the way you cream around her strap makes her head fuzzier than weed could ever. “here— open up bun” she places the joint in between you lips and stares as you inhale— and eventually pull back to turn your head up to exhale. “mmh.” she gives a validating hum and smacks your ass— completely discarding the joint to kiss your red, pouty lips ♡

dealer! ellie who makes stupid jokes and conspiracies while high. “dude…. what do you think would happen if everyone farted at the exact same time. what if the world like— fuckin’— exploded or something.” “ellie.. what?” you cant contain your giggles at the auburn haired girls question. “what?? it’s a genuine question. what if all of our farts created a nuclear bomb. that’s kinda… scary. now i’m getting scared.” she said seriously— as if the made up situation could ever happen. “ellie.. that will never happen and i’m pretty sure your farts alone could create a nuclear bomb.” you joked back and giggled at her offended face. “okay…. you got me.” she’s so silly😭

dealer! ellie who only downloads social media so you can send her memes and things that remind you of her. her only instagram pics are scenery pics and pictures of you ♡

dealer! ellie who loves ass. that’s it. especially loves when you wear short skirts so when you bend down she can see your cute pink panties. sometimes she’ll pull your panties to the side and eat your pussy from the back till your knees are weak:( ♡

dealer! ellie who just loves her girl soo much!! you’ll often catch her staring at you and you get so shy— but all she’s thinking about is how lucky she is to have such a sweet girl like you belong to her and her only ♡

- ˚ʚ♡a ɞ˚

[southernbluebellereader]

Would you mind doing headcannons for being bears younger gf/wife after he and Lena divorce? Maybe he's shocked at how well you treat him bc of how long he's been with her?

Also I hope you enjoy six!

"You're Such A Sweet Little Thing"

A/N: I'm not quite done with the show, but I think I got a basic gist of Bear (he's so hot I can't. Barry can't do an American accent for shit, but I don't care lol).

Warnings: Cursing/suggestive language/innuendos, fluff, younger reader

Senior Chief Petty Officer Joseph "Bear" Graves x Younger!AFAB Reader (SIX)

Master List (Link for Tag List)

Safe For Work:

He still doesn't understand how he was able to get with you, his divorce with Lena was rough, messy, he barely gets to see his daughter, Sarah.

You met him at a grocery store when he saw your cart with lots of fresh ingredients compared to his very bare to the bones basket with a lot of pre-packaged food, microwaveable food.

You asked him if the food was for a dog and he laughed (he was secretly hurt, poor baby)

Let me tell you, he was *rough* looking.

After you exchanged numbers (and sent him simple recipes for food, y'all started getting to know each other).

Was actually surprised and somewhat ashamed that you were a lot younger than him, younger than Lena.

Loves when you call him "Your Big Bear" while rubbing his stomach, especially after you've cooked him a nice, hot meal.

Very insecure when showing you off at first, because (a), you're at least 10+ years younger than him, and (b), he's low-key worried about what Lena thinks.

He needs lots of reassurance, via food or other ways

It's not that he can't take care of himself, he most certainly can, but he's so appreciative when you cook for him and take care of him - like it's a form of re-assurance for him.

Once he gets more confident in your relationship, he gets really touchy, he's gotta touch you.

Hand on thigh at all times.

Not Safe For Work:

Secretly loves seeing you in skimpy outfits

One Halloween, you wore a cheerleading outfit and he almost had a nosebleed

LOVES being called "Sir" - you called him sir for the first time and he was actually a little flustered, but he ended up really liking it.

Slaps your ass if he walks by.

Again, surprised he actually bagged you

You had to explain to him what "DILF" meant - he was very confused at first, but ended up liking it

"Who's your DILF? Huh?"

Yes, he said that one time when y'all was wrangling on the couch

Y'all giggled too much and had to take a break before continuing.

Keeps a boudoir polaroid in his uniform at some capacity when he's away

He has shown it to the others lol

Loves missionary because he loves seeing your facial expressions when he bottoms out

"God, you're so fucking tight- tightest pussy I've ever had."

Will fuck you in the kitchen - does not care if you're cooking.

[sensei-venus]

Wait omg your Anthony x reader was pure gold. I live for getting caught scenes. But the part with Hawk 🤣

Could you write something with Hawk x Chubby reader where they are dating and he catches Anthony checking out her out?

(Unedited) ( Possibly part 2? Idk if it fits a part 2 or not)

The pool was packed for it not being summer yet. The whole dojo finally decided to come together once again and go to the pool. No karate war going on meant actually getting to have fun at the pool for once. Everyone loved the idea of going to the pool on the weekend to hang out and have some good old fun on a hot cali day.

Hawk picked up his girlfriend in his car and they headed towards the pool.

Reader couldn’t help but giggle as she pulled her bag into her lap in the passenger side seat. Her face was beaming with a smile on her lips. Hawk raised a brow as he watched the road infront of them.

“I am so excited! I bought a new bathing suit just for today. When I found out we got invited to go to the pool I couldn’t help but get a brand new one. I haven’t bought a new one since last summer.”

Hawk hummed at her words, he was happy to see her so excited about a simple outing to the pool.

“ Should I ask about this new bathing suit or should I just wait and be surprised?”

“Well I would hope your surprised about it! But I think you have already seen it. It was something I tried on at the mall a couple weeks back, when you, me and Miguel where hanging out? We meet him in the food court for lunch.”

Honestly, Hawk didn’t remember that trip to much. He mostly just remembered meeting Miguel for lunch. He bought them all ice cream at the small place in the food court.

Also the fact that right after him and Reader left, they fucked in the back of the car in the mall parking lot. It was super clear in his head because he had actually ripped her panties and he promised to buy her a new set the next time they went to the mall again. It was a fun time.

“I’m just going to wait and see, I get to see you all wet this time.”

Reader huffed and punched him in the shoulder making him grin and scoff.

When they finally made it to the pool Hawk parked his car and the two teens got out. He hugged Reader close as they walked up to the entrance where they met Miguel,Sam,Moon and Demetri who where hanging around out front. All of the still had their normal clothes on. Once Moon and Sam got a look at the two they practically ripped Reader away from Hawk. Reader waved to her boyfriend before she was pulled in by the two girls and dragged to the changing rooms and bathroom’s. Sam spoke up first talking about how excited she was to finally get to go swimming again. Moon talked about how her mom gifted her a new bathing suit, a skimpy bikini set that matched her eyes. At least that’s what her mom said.

Going into one of the stalls Reader changed into her new bikini set.

Reader slowly opened her stall door and came out. Sam and Moon where already done getting into their swim suits and stood outside her stall. They both gasped at her, for a minute Reader wanted to hide thinking maybe her bikini didn’t actually look as cute as she though. Her hand and arms tried to cover her self before the other two girls where borderline jumpy on her. Her eyes widened as Moon squealed.

“Omg your outfit is so cute! Did you get it at the mall??? I want to get one too.”

“Reader you look so cute in that bikini. It suites you perfectly.”

Readers cheeks felt hot as she uncovered her self again. She nodded and they talked for a moment about her bikini.

The three girls headed back out and into the main part of the pool area. They quickly spotted some of the boys. Robby and Demetri where already in the water with Tory throwing a ball around and swimming. Miguel and Hawk sat on the sidelines, most likely trying to protect their seats. The park was pretty busy now. Hawk pulled his shades down as the girls came into the picture. His eyes scanning over Reader as she moved though the small crowed of people and into his view. He watched as her thighs and belly jiggled with every step and the way her breasts moved up and down. The fact that her tits where still in the top was amazing to him.

She looked fucking hot.

As she got closer she smiled and waved at the two boys. Miguel gave a small wave as he pointed to a few empty seats beside them. All three girls finally got over to the boys and sat down. Reader made a beeline to the seat next to Hawk, he smirked as she sat down, his eyes following the swell of her ass as she sat down next to him. She dropped her bag between the two chairs and sighed. Hawk leaned over and gave her a small kiss and she gladly accepted. The two pulled apart and Hawk put his sunglasses back up.

Reader looked around for a minute before reaching for her bag and unzipping it. Her hands searched around for a good minute or two before she realized what she forgot. She felt bad for asking.

“Babe can you go check your car for me? I think I left my sunscreen in the car. I don’t want any of us burning under this sun. Especially you, one sun burn and your out of commission hun.” Hawk fake grunted and mumbled about going to grab it from the car for her. She gave a small “thank you Hawk~” as he left in search of the forgotten sunscreen. With him gone she turned over and looked to her friends to talk to while he was gone.

A thick mop of black hair moved though the crowed and caught her eye.

“Is it bad that I forgot Anthony was coming? Poor guy I completely forgot about him.”

“I’m his sister and sometimes I forget him too, don’t feel to bad.”

The younger boy stud by the pool for a few minutes as they talked. Reader looked over at him a few times to make sure he was ok, he seemed to be staring at something over by them. She shrugged it off and kept talking to her friends. She didn’t think about it again until she looked over and in a split second saw Anthony being shoved into the pool by some random kid. Reader couldn’t help but get up and run over to pool to see if he was alright. He hit the water hard and splashed right into the deep end. Reader quickly grabbed the boy from the water and help him haul himself up and out of the water. He coughed and spit up a bit of water as he gasped for air.

“Oh my god Anthony are you ok?! Did you hit your head when you fell in? Come on let’s get you dried off.”

She pulled the teen to his feet and lead him over to where she was sitting originally. Sam looked over and rolled her eyes before going back to sunbathing.

Anthony sat down on the pool chair, completely drenched in water. He basically looked like a wet cat. His eyes where a bit glazed over and his breath a little messed up from all the water he just inhaled. But his eyes where still working.

That’s how he got a eye full of Readers ass that was basically out for show as she searched around in her bag for a extra towel. He couldn’t stop himself from watching as she jiggled with each movement. Bent over right in front of him. He gulped as she turned around with a fresh clean towel in her hands.

“Good thing I pack extra. Let’s get you dry. Let’s hope you didn’t get to much water in your ears, nasty ear infection that would be.” She smiled as she throw the dry towel on his head and started drying his hair and face.

Then his eyes where planted on her huge tits that where right in his face. Every time she shook his head she was jiggling them right into his face. If he moved even a inch he would be right in between them. His face planted right into her pillowy cleavage. She could basically smother him. His eyes where wide as he watched them move.

That was until she stopped and big hands slammed down on his shoulder making him jump a little in the chair.

Man hands.

“Don’t worry Princess I got him. I’ll help him dry off and keep a eye on him. Don’t want him walking around with a concussion or anything. Here’s that sunscreen, found it on the floor bored. Maybe you should go see if Sam needs some while I take care of Anthony here.” He slapped his hands down hard on Anthony’s shoulders twice. Reader smiled and nodded before walking over to Sam and offering her some of the sunscreen.

“I’m feeling nice today kid, stop looking at my girlfriends tits and ass or I’ll break your scrawny little knees worse then I broke Demetri’s arm. Clearly we have some things in common and I might just be willing to give you some tips on how to score.”

Anthony looked up at Hawk and nodded.

“ I uhh could do that. What’s your advice?”

[indecenthoney]

A Sight For Sore Eyes

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There are days when I don't feel as confident as I should be. A bad representation of who I really am. I can get really judgemental of myself. But when it comes to you ladies... You could wear a hoodie and some sweatpants and I'd already be thinking about our future together... If you're new to this blog... I am delusional...

"Okay... Sorry... Forgive me... I'm a bit of a dumbass... Could you repeat that? Yeah... Mhm... Nope, you lost me again... Quick question... What the fuck do you mean you don't feel hot? Have you seen yourself? If you're ugly then I'm an atrocity... You're fine..."

But I do get it. I try to hype up my friends any chance I get. I even try to give them a little push to get them out of that slump. I will do what is necessary to support them.

"Okay okay... I get it... I get it... You just don't feel as pretty today... Is there any way I can help? You... don't know? Well... I have an idea... but you can't say no... Take my hand and I will help you out... Good choice... C'mon, we're going for a drive..."

I learned that the brain can be pretty mean and judgemental of ourselves, so it requires more "physical" proof of our worth. What better way to make my bestie feel better about themselves than to show them off?

"We're going to the mall, duh... We'll go out for a quick stroll after I pick out a few outfits for you... Sound good? Not like you can say no anyway... Will you relax it'll be fun..."

In actuality, this is more for me than them. I mean dressing them up to fit my preferences? A once in a lifetime opportunity. I get to spend time with them, spoil them, and even show them off a bit. True, my eyes may wander but I'm her best friend. What's the harm? Right?

"Here put these on while I pick some other things out... Yeah, I'll be here... This looks good... and this would definitely look good on her... Seems like she's done... and she's getting hit on... Hey... Fuck off she's with me... Me? I'm her boyfriend... Well, look at you... getting compliments left and right... Maybe you don't need me after all... Yeah yeah... I'm right here no need to be scared... I'll scare them off for you... Today is a little too much for you, huh? We can go home and relax then... By the way, you look really cute clinging onto me with that outfit... There's no need to be embarrassed... C'mon, give me your hand... Let's go buy it..."

On the way back home, our little experiment isn't over yet. There we are hanging out, showering her with compliment after compliment. Eventually easing her into a little request of mine.

"You do look good! Seriously... you gotta give yourself more credit... You look absolutely stunning in that outfit... Speaking of, I kind of also bought these outfits... Surprise! Do you mind trying them on for me? Pretty please?"

She eventually gets into it and smiles a little more. I go on to compliment her and take pictures as I cheer her on to pose for me. She's starting to feel better about herself. I'm falling in love more and more as she goes through the outfits. Her not noticing that each outfit gets a little more revealing than the last. Handing her the final bag of clothing; a skimpy little bikini. Watching her meekly peek through the bathroom unsure of herself. Giving her a warm smile inviting her out into the open. Her legs shaking, doing her best to cover up but to no avail as I scan her body from top to bottom. Standing up and slowly inching towards her not to completely scare her off, but enough to take a few steps back against the wall to corner her.

"Fuck... You really do look good in anything I put you in... Hm? What's wrong? Me? A little too close? C'mon dude... I don't bite... relax... You know... When I heard you didn't feel pretty... I really was determined to change your mind... Don't you feel pretty right now? Cause you are... Give me your hand... You heard me... See? Feel this? You did this... Not to mention, the amount of heads that turned on our way back to the car... Looking at you... like a piece of meat for them to feast on... I wonder what kind of sick basic shit they'd do to you... Aw, sweetie... There's no need to be scared... I'll protect you... I always do... How could I ever share what's mine? I love you terribly after all..."

Pulling her in for a kiss as she trembles in arms. Breaks my heart to see her fight it, but whatever. Trying to push me away but also feeling her slowly melt away in my kiss. After what seemed like forever, I pull back to give a short break and see my love struck bestie. Only to be pulled back to reality with smack on the face.

"That hurts... and here I thought you would feel the same way... No? No no no no... You keep saying NO! But here you are soaking wet... How fucking lewd... Look... Can't you see your juices coating my fingers leaving strings... LOOK AT IT! Was it my kiss? No? How could it be? After you reacted like that... So what? It was the other guys, huh? If it wasn't me then it must've been all those fucking guys... You like the attention, don't you!?!? What? S-scaring you? Sweetie... Oh sweetie... t-there's nothing to be scared about... It's me... I'm trying to help you... even if it means hurting you... You're just... a little lost is all... Let me help you... I love you... I love you... I love you..."

I would proceed to grab her by the hair; placing her on my lap ass up. Taking off what little she had on and fingering her wet cunt. Every echo of disapproval met with a slap on the ass. Her cries mixed with her moans unsure of what she should be feeling right now. Her body betraying her.

"I'll stop... when I want to stop... and making you feel pretty is my goal right now... Oh, sweetie... I don't think you mean it... I need you... to MEAN IT... There you go again... I'm tired of hearing you say that you don't want it... God... I really did spoil you... but that's on me... Why don't we set some ground rules? Every time you tell me to stop... I will spank you... Understand? When I make you feel good... you say thank you, okay? See? You're... not... listening... You're only hurting yourself... What are you supposed to say? Good good... See? And when good girls follow direction they get to feel good... good girls get to be rubbed sillly and have fun... bad girls get spanks... and we don't want to be a bad girl now, do we?"

Her back resting against my chest; her legs spread and eagerly awaiting my fingers. Feeling her shake all over knowing that any act of defiance will be met with a spank. It gets me excited hearing her tremble telling me she'll be good and that she will listen. How could this ever be wrong? I'm helping her. This is out of love.

"Going to cum again? It's okay, sweetie... Cum as much as you want for today... I'll even slide another finger in, okay? Shhhh... It's okay you can take it... That's it... Mhm... Thank you... Yes yes... You're being so good for me right now... That's my good girl... No... I won't spank you anymore... Cause you're going to listen right? You're a good girl now... Mhm... Good girls listen... and do you know what would make me really happy right now? For you to ride me... Can you do that for me, sweetie? Such a good girl..."

Watching her guide my cock into her wet cunt taking in inch by inch. Crying and shaking from the little orgasms as she inserts it into herself. Finally finding some relief as the tip of my cock knocks the entrance of her cervix. Absolutely brain-dead as she sits on the full length of my cock. Twitching and spasming on top of me. Her on the verge of tears, overstimulated but eager to please. Rocking her hips back and forth stroking my cock with her pussy. A mindless fleshlight seeking attention. A fuckdoll of my amusement. Bouncing up and down on my cock as she endlessly repeats how pretty she is.

"Now... tell me... Who's pretty?"

"Me... I'm pretty... I'm pretty... I'm pretty..."

"Yes, you are... The prettiest... It's okay it's almost over... you can move your hips now... and once you're done we can take a break..."

Cumming into the deepest part of her only to have her slam down even after my completion. Hugging her and telling her it's okay and that she can rest now. Giving her short soft kisses on the lips as she drifts off to sleep. There isn't a damn thing that I wouldn't do to make her feel better. I love her after all.

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Purely obsessed,

Honey

[thesandsofelsweyr]

Could I please req m, o, x, and y from the nsfw alphabet list for ak Jason? Please and thank you for all the writing you’ve already done You’re a gift to the fandom ❤️

from Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

Please and thank you for all the writing you’ve already done

No, thank YOU for messaging me, and supporting my posts!

You’re a gift to the fandom ❤️

That is so sweet of you to say 😭🥰 Especially since it's coming from such an amazing writer in the fandom 😘

⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The more appropriate question is what doesn’t turn Jay on about you? 😆 Especially since you’re always teasing him with your skimpy little outfits. Like the pathetic excuse for a bathrobe you wear when you’re cooking breakfast. A piece of silk that barely covers your moist pussy, that makes him want to bend you over the kitchen island and fuck you until the food burns. Then there’s the red strappy thing that may as well be nothing since it covers absolutely nothing. You’d worn it when you introduced him to your submissive side. The third time he’d fucked you… the third time he’d fucked anyone. The time it only took three thrusts for him to explode inside you; when he’d started to fear that sex would always be a humiliating experience for him (not that he was new to humiliation after his time with the Clown, but he’d hoped he’d put that shit behind him). 

“I’m sorry,” he’d said sheepishly as his spent cock slipped out of you, his cheeks burning red with shame. He’d let go of your wrists then, but you’d kept your arms stretched over your head, where he’d pinned them only moments earlier, and grinned beneath the red silk and lace blindfold before purring: “Thank you for letting me please you, sir.”

He’d realized he wasn’t done with you yet. What the hell, he was already embarrassed, and you were lying back on the bed, wrists handcuffed above your head, legs spread wide, pussy dripping—an invitation to a feast, and he wanted a taste. Although he’d had no fucking clue what he was doing, he’d forced your legs wider, wrapped his arms around your knees, then slid his tongue up your wet slit before sucking at your clit. He must’ve done something right because you’d panted, “Oh God,” as you bucked your hips against his probing mouth and arched your back, straining against the ecstasy of his tongue. He’d held you down and lapped up your sweet juices, his salty seed. A cocktail of cunt 🍸

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Jay prefers to be on the receiving end because, well, you’re just so damn good at sucking him off, making him feel like maybe, just maybe, he’s worth something, making him feel like a damned prince of Gotham 👑

He’s drunk on the power he feels when you’re down on your knees, staring up at him with burning eyes, so ready and eager to please him. A humble subject worshiping at the feet of his majesty. His humble servant, waiting for the gift of his throbbing cock, your throat rippling as you swallow, as your muscles prepare for his invasion. He loves the wet slide of your lips down his shaft as you take him to the back of your throat, swallowing as much of his considerable length and girth as you can handle. Then gagging as you hold him there, face flushing red, glittering eyes never leaving his pale ones, as if you’re begging for his mercy, for his permission to breathe. He loves when you pull back to gulp down a precious breath, how you continue to stroke him while you turn your attention to his neglected balls. He always flinches when you touch them, expecting abuse, since that’s the only touch they’ve known before you. But you treat them like your prized jewels, gently drawing them into your mouth, sucking and rolling softly, lavishing his sack with your benevolent tongue.

He loves when you trace your swollen lips with his weeping tip before swallowing him down to the hilt this time. Now he face fucks you in earnest, grunting and growling, twisting his fingers into your hair so he can use it like a leash, dragging your pliant mouth up and down his hard-soft cock, enraptured by your whimpers and moans. Your deft hands explore his body, and when your finger slips into his asshole, he jacks his hips against your stuffed face. Jesus Christ, you’re a pro at this. So… very… good. He’s hanging on by a silken thread, balls tight against him, trying not to cum because he wants this euphoria to last a lifetime…

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

X answered

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Y answered

A/N: red strappy thing (semi-n s f w link) And some extremely N S F W eye candy 😏 (*sigh*, Tumblr had the best porn gifs back in the day 😪)

[howaboutcaptainwesker]

On Jake Muller's mother

Anyone else think way too hard about her and Wesker?

Before I begin this I would like to apologize for the way that I write despite English being my primary language 🔥

RE6 introduces Jake Muller, Albert Wesker's stupid son. I'm sure the thought "omg Wesker fucked" crossed everyone's minds when this plot point was first revealed

I personally had the thoughts "RE6 was dumb as hell and the whole thing with Wesker having a son probably wasn't thought out very well. This is a detail that doesn't matter." and "It was probably a quickie with a stranger - someone he sought out specifically to have sex with. Someone he didn't care about."

We don't have a lot of information on Jake's mom, except:

[These are from the RE6 files Jake's Family Situation / Written Report on Jake Muller]

She was born in Edonia

She was in her early 20's when she immigrated to the USA from Edonia and had the chance to meet Wesker

She returned to Edonia and gave birth to Jake without telling Wesker

She was mild-mannered and did her best to raise Jake

She loved Wesker

She died from an illness that she couldn't afford to treat

and

Wesker is described to have "abandoned" her and Jake

Just the fact that she was still in love with Wesker as Jake was growing up gives the impression that they had something a little more than a random quick fuck. Like, please read this letter to Jake from his mom.

"I love you, Jake. I'm so sorry to have to leave you like this. Please forgive me. And please, don't hate your father. I'm sure he loves you and is thinking about you, and I know you two will find each other someday. Stay strong."

RE6 takes place in 2013, and at that time Jake was 20 years old. If he was born in 1993, that means he was conceived in 1992-1993. According to Wesker's Report II, Wesker left the Arklay Laboratory in 1991 and transferred to Umbrella's intelligence division/information department.

(I refuse to believe that Wesker was in the army. I cannot find a reliable source for it beyond the '96 BIO HAZARD guide book published by Kodansha, a 1994 bio image from when he was still named Hustler, and this bio image that I cannot for the life of me find the source for.)

Wesker was absolutely not immune to attraction. Upon inspecting his desk 50x in a row in the original RE2, you can take an undeveloped roll of film from it that turns out to be a photo of Rebecca in an R.P.D. sports bra + shorts set.

(You could argue that he was simply keeping tabs/info on everyone while he was Captain because he was sooooo careful like that. But I'm not seeing an undeveloped film of Barry in a skimpy little outfit hidden deep within his desk, so... 🤨)

You know what? Sorry for pointing this out, but it's been weighing heavy on my mind. This is the only time I'm ever gonna get to talk about this. In 1998, Rebecca was 18, and Wesker was 38. Jake Muller's mom was described as being in her early 20's when she immigrated to the US. Wesker was 32-33 when he impregnated Ms. Muller. Every fiber of my being thinks he may have had a thing for sweet, young brunette women.

...Anyway, I'm sure Wesker was at least somewhat nice to Jake's mom, especially considering how much she loved him even years later. Wesker is an arrogant bastard, but he's shown time and time again that he's very capable of playing nice with others. (See: S.T.A.R.S. and Excella.)

I mean, every time he played nice it was because he had ulterior motives, but I don't think he had any reason to manipulate Jake's mom. If he wanted quick sex, he could've gone out and had it with anyone. He wasn't working at the Arklay Laboratory in the middle fuck-ass nowhere anymore. And he wasn't in S.T.A.R.S. yet, so he wasn't in the public eye. If he wanted to get his dick wet and be done with it, he could've done exactly that, but he stuck around Ms. Muller long enough for her to develop strong feelings.

As for the abandoning part... I'm just grasping for anything at this point, but I'm sure that after a while Wesker realized that this (relationship?) wasn't something he could, or wanted to keep up. Nothing was more important to Wesker than his plans. Everything he did was to further his own goals, and Ms. Muller didn't fit into them. Plus he never had issues cutting ties.

The fact that Jake's mom left without a single word about her pregnancy makes me think that he gave her a very good reason not to contact him. I mean, maybe he just up and disappeared one day, but the way that things are worded in the RE6 files gives the impression that Ms. Muller chose not to contact him, not that she couldn't.

Maybe he said something along the lines of "I can't see you anymore." As for a good reason, "I'm not someone you want to associate with; I'm not someone you're going to be able to see in the long run." And then for good measure, "Please do not try to reach me."

--- Stop reading here I accidentally wrote fanfic ---

I can't stop thinking about all the possible ways they could have met, and what Wesker saw in her, and what she saw in him in return.

This is cheesy and overdone, but maybe they met at a coffee shop Wesker frequented. Ms. Muller saw him regularly, and thought he was a little funny in the way he ordered the same thing every day and never seemed to take off those dark sunglasses.

Small glances and acknowledgements of his presence turned into greetings and smiles. Each of them became a part of the others' daily routine, until one day Ms. Muller decided to strike up a conversation.

Wesker, who is usually too caught up in his own ideas and goals to care about anyone but himself, finds that he doesn't particularly mind the woman's presence. Wesker finds it easy to speak to her - refreshing, even. These interactions are not an inconvenience.

Ms. Muller, in my head, would be the first one to suggest that they hang out beyond their little coffee shop encounters. I don't think the thought would have even occurred to Wesker - and he'd surprise himself by saying yes.

Wesker ends up taking nice, long walks with her. Talking with her but mostly just listening to her speak, because although he finds her to be foolish in her naivety and kindness, he also finds her charming for those exact traits. I don't think he'd tell her a damn thing about what he does or what his main interests are.

Maybe he even spends a bit of money on her. He doesn't splurge, of course - money, although he cares not for it, is a tool he could use at a later date. But that necklace she saw through the shop window, or a small lunch when they've both got the time... spending money on those things is harmless enough. Just this once.

I doubt Wesker would want anyone over at his place, even if it does lack many personal touches because all he uses it for is to shower and sleep. He hates the thought of anyone touching, or worse, looking through his things.

But he'd be fine going over to her place, and he ends up doing just that, saying 'yes' to her invitation and...

--- End fanfic ---

TL;DR Wesker caught feelings for a nice young woman from Edonia, engaged in some terrible missionary with her maybe once (maybe several times), and then probably cut things off because he remembered he's evil

[urelvisgirl018]

elvis and the 68’ special 😉

(elvis and susan henning more specifically)

you are a performer for elvis’ upcoming special, when you feel a strong sexual tension drawing you toward him…

tw: i’m not rly sure of the warnings to put here but this is kinda dirty smut sooo like 15+. first time writing smut let me know how i did and if you have requests let me know!

love u ❤️❤️❤️

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you and elvis had chemistry. everyone knew it, the way that you two connected on screen was like nothing before. you had been working with him as a dancer for his 68’ comeback special to be aired on NBC for about a week now, and you were ready for it to be done.

you liked working with elvis and all, but it felt as though he was almost playing with you. you both knew he was married, with a new little girl named lisa marie. still, he toyed with you and teased you. making you feel like a bitch in heat whenever he was near. the way that he would dance with you on screen, how his hot wet lips were almost touching yours, his eyes searching deep in your soul making you feel things you know you shouldn’t. it’s almost like he knew that you touched yourself to the thought of him everynight.

we were working on a scene that we just couldn’t get right. elvis was supposed to seemingly “choose” one of the many women depicted in the scene. the past girls that he had chosen the scene didn’t come out well. this time he picked me. the music started playing as he sat down in a red chair surrounded by “whores” in skimpy pink outfits. he looks at me with the sweltering look in his eye and uses his long slender finger to tell me to come here. the camera was rolling and i tried my best to hide how nervous i was, i was totally gonna fuck this up. as i approach elvis, wide in his manspread with the first four buttons of his dress shirt unbutton, a glimpse of his raven chest hair poking out i was growing even more nervous.

i stand right in front of him as he grabs my cheek with his hot hand making our faces meet. he then drags his thumb along my lip pulling his face closer to mine. the moment felt so real i thought he was actually going to kiss me on screen when the director yelled “cut!”. we didn’t look away from eachother, both of our chests heaving.

“EP we got it! that was sick man”. elvis eventually looks away from me to go talk to his director. he seemed pleased with the cut. I threw on my jacket and started to make my way out of the studio when i felt a hand on my shoulder

“honey wait, where you going?” elvis’ deep southern drawl called after me. i stared at him and started to explain how i was going home, “well why don’t you come keep me some company honey, you sure worked you’re ass off today huh? let me treat you”. I nodded and smiled wanting to spend time with him we went back to his dressing room.

he opens the door for me and i am met with a dimly lit dressing room. a vanity in the corner and a plush sofa sitting adjacent from it. his personal bathroom was next to the vanity. some of his clothes were hung up on a rack as well as a picture of baby lisa marie on the wall right beside it. I walked in and sat down on the sofa.

elvis began unbuttoning his shirt further down and loosening his ascot. “I’m so happy we got that scene done today honey. i’m so sick of this, jus wan be done”. I hummed in response not knowing what to say. he went to go change in the bathroom, and came back out in a black silk robe. his initials imprinted in gold on his chest.

he sat down next to me on the couch and brought me a glass of white wine. i sipped it slowly as we began to talk about some of the other scenes that were bothering him. the room eventually fell quiet. “your daughter is very beautiful elvis”. he looked at me and smiled, “she is my whole heart, didn’t know i could love somethin that much”. i smiled then laughed wanting to bring up his wife, “what about priscilla?” he rubbed his face in stress. “i jus don’t know honey. i mean i love her sure but.. im jus not happy”.

i looked at him with concern. “i-im so sorry elvis. i wish i could help you somehow” he took a deep sigh and said “there’s not much you can do for me honey. what bout you? are you happy doll?” i sat in thought for a minute. am i happy? i don’t really have a love life and i only talk to my parents. i was quite lonely in reality. i looked back at elvis and shrugged “i don’t really know, im just kinda lonely i guess” i began talking about myself and explaining my loneliness and longing to elvis when i eventually started to cry. pretty soon after he started comforting me his long warm hand rubbing up and down my leg. his other hand petting my hair over and over again. i leaned my head on his shoulder.

“shhh baby don’t cry, there’s nothin we can’t fix” his deep southern drawl was very comforting and sexy at the same time, my sadness turning into arousal.

his hand wrapping around my thigh when i could feel my panties start to get wet. i looked up at him through half lidded eyes, he was smiling down at me. i hummed contently and began to hug him.

he moved his head so that his mouth met my ear, his hot breath tingling my ear lobe… “let me help you honey. let me love on ya” my eyes went wide, i wasn’t sure that i had heard him correctly. i sat up with wide eyes.

“what?” elvis looked at me with a smile and put both of his hands on my cheeks and said “baby i know you feel it too, please.. j-just let me love you” you didn’t have a second to relax before he kissed you. his plump red lips meeting and moving with yours. you grabbed on to his cheeks and slid your hands into his hair moaning into his mouth. it was perfect like your lips and tounges were meant to be with eachother, two pieces of a puzzle. elvis pulled away panting, looking through your eyes for a reaction he asked “are you sure bout this honey? i-i mean we can st-“ you interrupted him. you had never been more sure of anything in my entire life. “elvis, please keep going” you practically moaned. he put his mouth back on yours in an instant.

you began to slide your hands down his back revealing his chest from his robe. you slid your hands along his raven chest hair and tugged on a little bit, he laughed then growled in your mouth.

elvis lifted your shirt above your head and took your bra off, breasts now on full display for him. you looked down and you could see his cock pressing up against his stomach from inside his robe. a sight you wish you could have tattooed in your brain.

elvis began kissing and sucking on your neck releasing tiny moans and giggles from you. eventually elvis got down to your breasts, taking his time with each of your hard nipples. he took the first one into his hot mouth and rolled his tounge around the sensitive bud. you looked down at him as he met your eyes and you played with his hair. you moaned lightly and tugged on his hair resulting him to lightly bite on your nipple.

you laughed at him as he started moving even further down your body taking off the rest of the pink outfit that you had worn for the scene you shot. you were left in just your pink thong, he began to lower his face as he smiled at you. you began breathing heavier needing a release from his mouth. he moved his tounge on your inner thighs driving you crazy.

you tried to move his head closer to your core.. “nuh uh honey, be patient” you giggled and let him take his time. he started your clit from the outside of your panties. the feeling was irresistible as his hot wet tounge was almost touching you.

he licked a stripe up your panties from your hole to your clit making you breathe even harder. he moved your panties to the side and began sucking on your clit and rolling his hot tounge around it. you threw your head back onto the arm of the couch and began to tighten your legs together, however elvis held them apart. “fuck elvis” you moaned, he began to thrust two fingers in and out of you as he sucked on your clit.

his warm fingers pulsating in and out of you while his warm tounge sucked on your clit made you a moaning mess. you were writhing under his touch before he pulled away, your juices left on his face while he licked them off. “not yet baby, i want you to cum while i’m inside of you”. you smiled at him as he removed his robe. his cock was huge and veiny, you weren’t even sure it was going to fit.

elvis lined himself up with your entrance. the tip of his cock sliding around your wet pussy making you even more wet. “you sure baby?“ elvis asked with half lidded eyes. he looked as though he couldn’t control himself anymore. he tried to slide into you slowly, both of you moaning loudly until you covered your mouth with your hand.

elvis moved your hand away from your mouth and kissed each of your fingertips while his cock was deep inside you pulsing. “let em hear you honey”.

he started sliding in and out of you at a medium pace both of you moaning erratically and heavily breathing while you listened to the sounds of his cock driving in and out of your pussy.

he moved your knee up so he had better access to your pussy and grunted. “such a good fuckin girl”. your eyes rolled back into your head as you moaned loudly “fuck elvis fuck!”. he smiled and titled his head back while pumping into you, giving you the perfect view of his sideburns and his adam’s apple.

his cock was hitting the exact spot inside your pussy that you needed. you were clenching around his cock as your back arched, your nipples hard. “you gonna cum baby?” he said. “y-yeah elvis fuck”. he dove his face into your neck and began kissing you as you slid your hands through his hair as you came, writing with pleasure. “good girl baby, that’s a good girl” elvis softly purred in your ear. “can ya keep going baby or you need me to stop?” he looked at you with concern. you kissed his lips passionately, “keep going” you said breathlessly.

elvis hopped off the couch and picked you up bridal style, you giggled and kicked your legs. he brought you over to the vanity so that you could see you and elvis naked in the mirror. he positioned you so that your leg was up on the vanity table. a perfect position for his access. “i’m gonna fuck you while you watch baby, you deserve this”.

you looked back at him in awe as he pounded into you animalistically. growling and grunting, sweat dripping down his face as he was coming closer to his release. he pulled on your hair pounding into you from the back, moans coming from the back of your throat you felt his hand snake around to the front of your pussy.

he began rubbing tiny circles over your clit, you moaned elvis’ name loudly. “you can take it baby, cmon baby take it” he grunted into your ear. your pussy continued clenching around his cock, like you two were made for eachother. two bodies moving with eachother in a perfect harmony.

your legs began shaking and your body hit its climax as you came on elvis’ cock. you came down from your high breathing heavily, looking at elvis pumping into you from behind in the mirror made you smile with content.

“want me to cum in you baby?” you moaned in delight, his cock twitching inside of you and his pumps becoming slower. “cum so deep inside me, fuck elvis”. his cock pumped his juices deep into your pussy feeling warm.

you liked the feeling of being filled with elvis. you rested your head back on his chest, both of you breathing heavily. your legs were still shaking when elvis removed himself. you could see his white warm cum dripping out of you from the mirror. “wanna bath baby?”

you looked back at elvis who was turning on the bath water. “yeah that sounds great”. he came over and scooped you up bridal style, knowing that your legs wouldn’t work.

he set you in the bathtub and then climbed in right behind you. you laid back on to his chest as he began to whisper sweet things into your ear. you couldn’t remember when you had felt more loved.

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[saffronimagines]

Can I request an Eddie x reader? They are best friends and the reader goes to a Halloween party in a skimpy costume. Eddie is crushing on her and gets jealous when she is hanging with Steve. Lots of Angst and smutty if you’d like. thank you!

HALLOWEEN

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

I DON'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO USE/STEAL MY WORK

Summary: Eddie munson has been crushing on his best friend for years. he finally decides to do something about it once he sees you with Steve the hair Harrington.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (m) Jealous!Eddie. hair pulling. spit? love confession. Angst. mentions of wet dreams.

request: Yes/no

Word count: 700+

NOT PROOFREAD (I'm so tired)

Halloween was a very popular event in Hawkins. everyone gets to do something they enjoy, egg houses. eat candy and of course, go to Steve Harrington's party. a bunch of wasted horny teens would gather inside and fool around. Eddie has wished every single year since he was sixteen to be doing those things with you.

Little did he know, you wanted to do them with him as well, and you'd finally decided to do something about it. you put on a skimpy nurse outfit that barely covered your ass.

and when you walked in he knew he was done for. his pants tightening around his dick. he watched you chat it up with Steve and Nancy, instantly cringing when Steve flung an arm over your shoulder. he didn't deserve you, he wasn't that dumb.

the whole night he stared at you until the party was over actually, hours it was. when you finally saw him "why didn't you come to see me?" was the first thing you asked. "I was busy" he replied, you laughed and shook your head. "you were busy? standing here alone" Shit. you saw him standing alone staring at you?

"anyways...wanna get out of here?" Your voice sounded soft, he was sure you were drunk. "back to my trailer?" he felt your hand grab his, walking to the van.

the drive home, Eddie was only thinking about the fact you might be in a relationship with Steve. it made him want to cry. he pushed those feelings aside when you placed his hand on your thigh, the gesture was purely innocent but it made his mind wander.

now, Eddie's on his bed. Eddie smoked a joint while you sat on the floor trying to look for a lost earring from a few days ago. "yeah then Steve..." he drowned out your conversation about Steve.

you then realized he wasn't listening "what is your problem!" Eddie was mad, an unusual sight. you climbed on his bed "Eddie?" he still wouldn't look at you.

"Eddie!" you moved his face with your palms making him look at you. "you're being weird" glassy eyes looked into yours. "are you with Steve?" he decided to rip off the band-aid. "what of course not, his still head over heels for Nancy" you explained, smiling and shaking your head. relief swallowed him.

"Why?" you asked. "because I think I'm in love with you" your eyes widened, mouth agape. he gulped loudly, "oh" you breathed out. "I'm sorry I have no clue why I said that--" your lips eased onto yours, and after a minute you pulled away out of breath.

eyes staring into each other, he glances at your lips then leaned back in. kissing you again and easing you into his lap, this kiss heated and lustful. ranking your hands through his hair, a bruising grip on your hips.

moving onto the floor. you looked up at him, his eyes blown. lips were swollen, palm moving over the tent in his jeans. "fuck...I've had a boner since you walked into the house" his hands gripped your scalp. undoing his belt, then pulling down his pants. you kitten locked the base, all the way to the tip.

"Such a slut, on her knees for me" taking him into your mouth, fully taking him down your throat gratefully, his moans only encouraging you to take him further and faster. "shit im...gonna cum sweetheart"

"cum in my mouth" you muttered through breaths. "mhm, okay as you wish" and within a minute, his salty substance slid down your throat. you looked back at him, watching him look at you in love.

"I'm so glad you are not with Harrington" he laughed.

written by Saffy