#also quit sexualizing her to hell and back you fucking freaks

[radicalhighway-moved]

watched suicide squad hell to pay just to see if there’s any shot of finding a suicide squad thing that Doesn’t suck ass and let’s just say: challenge FAILED!!!!!

[sthilarions]

X-Men-inspired AU where the boys are still ghosts, but they were killed (in part) for being mutants

(hate crimes are most likely to occur at the intersection of multiple oppressive axes, of course)

Edwin was killed before the Atomic Age when mutants were not yet publicly known, but his peers certainly knew he was strange, uncanny, too graceful and too flexible, too sensitive, hilariously easy to make jump with loud noises, and they knew when his ears started to grow points and his eyes turned smoldering red that it would be even more hilarious to push all their jokes about him being a demon-freak a little further.

The first time he teleported was out of the hands of the boys holding him down, but it was too late; Sa’al already owned his soul and it delayed his death by barely moments.

His body in Hell has the pointed ears and red eyes, but his ghost form, under his control, does not.

Edwin did not tell Charles that he had been killed for his sexuality, in another universe; in this universe, he tells him about neither that nor his mutation, lets Charles believe the quirks he can’t fully hide (the sensitivity to sound, the slightly-too-much-grace, the flexibility at his wrists) are just Edwin being Edwin. He doesn’t have the words for it, at first, anyway, knows only that he started becoming demonic even before going to Hell.

Charles does know the words. All of the words - mutie, genejoke, genefreak. Has heard them over and over, since he first gave his mum a delicate pink mushroom that he grew from his hand, and his dad saw and asked and Charles didn’t know yet not to tell. He learned.

He learned, very well, but when his mates started kicking that kid, and he started punching them off, the clearing filled with what he later learned was Amanita virosa, the Destroying Angel, and it was a little too late to keep his mouth shut, then.

After he figured out what the Destroying Angel had been, there was a pit in his stomach that never quite left at the fear that some idiot St. Hils kid had tried one at some point in the years after he left and before he went back and burned them all up. Just half of an Amanita virosa cap is plenty to kill.

Edwin was the first person he told mostly of his own will, because he was pretty sure Edwin wasn’t real anyway, and also Edwin had probably seen the amanita and definitely saw the mold that crept up the attic walls as Charles died.

Controlling fungi doesn’t come in as handy as you might think, as a ghost detective, especially since it doesn’t seem to work on magical mushrooms. (He apologized to Edwin for not being able to stop Teeth Face over and over. The one fucking time his mutation could have actually been a good fucking thing, and he was useless.)

Crystal initially assumed Edwin was being a dick to her because he was old and being bigoted about her psychic mutation. Edwin pointed out, to little effect, that bigotry about psychic mutations hadn’t even been invented yet when he died.

The Cat King forced the truth out of his mouth with a golden spell, and then looked at Edwin’s crimson eyes with his own yellow ones and called them beautiful, and it hit something, in Edwin, that he didn’t know how to process.

When Edwin was taken to Hell for the second time, his pointed ears and red eyes came back, again, as his control over his form was ripped away, and he still doesn’t understand how Charles knew it was him and not a demon badly imitating him. But Charles assumes he must have been somehow warped temporarily by Hell, and leads him out with scarcely a word about it. Edwin could have never said anything, and the silence would have been unbroken, both agreeing never to mention it again just as they haven’t for the last 34 years, but -

But Edwin confesses his love on the steps of Hell wearing his own skin for the first time in decades. And Charles’s fingertips brush against the sensitive points of his ears, and Charles looks into the ember-red of his eyes as though they don’t burn. And he finds that somehow, as much as he has always hated it, as much as he has always associated it with death and hatred and pain and Hell and damnation, he can’t bring himself to shrug his natural form off when he gets back to Earth.

Crystal’s eyes bug out, but she doesn’t say anything until after it’s all over, when she punches him quietly in the arm and mutters that he could have just said he wasn’t being a bigot. (He did, he points out, to little effect.)

Niko loves his ears and his eyes and the grace and flexibility with which he moves, when he lets himself, for the little time she gets to do so.

And after Esther…

Edwin holds his hands out to Charles and says “There’s something I’ve been practicing. Do you trust me?” And Charles, as he’d known he would, takes his hands and says “Always.” And Edwin tells him to close his eyes, and then pulls him in closer, wraps his arms around him, and pulls again, and Charles opens his eyes to their office, a continent away from where they had been moments before.

“Well,” Charles says with a grin that shines like the sun, with lips the delicate pink of Marasmius haematocephalus, the pink bonnet mushroom, the resurrection fungus. “That’ll save a lot of money on mirrors.”

[alter-ego-xxx]

Bartylily anon here!

They're all I've been able to think about for the last couple of days (weeks more like), so I have some thoughts I'd like to share with the class

Lily calling Barty pretty boy, especially during sex, and Barty just pathetically whimpering everytime she does it! This one has not left my head for weeks, and I have to force myself not to giggle and kick my feet at the thought when I'm in public

I also think they'd be the ones to use a fuckton of pet names (I really don't like to refer to canon, but like cmon, it's literally in the books that Lily uses pet names, and to me Barty seems like the type of person to call quite literally everyone 'darling' and various other endearments, wether its sarcastic or not), Lily's most used for Barty (aside from pretty boy) is 'honey' and 'love', Barty's is 'sweetheart' and 'princess'

Lily loves to get her nails done, but she always keeps her ring and middle fingernails short, so most people assume she's a lesbian, but no, she just likes to fuck her boyfriend silly

Since on the topic of Lily fucking Barty silly, Lily tends to top more, but Barty gets his fair share of fucking Lily too, Lily has never came from anyone as hard as she did from Barty (she also scratches up Barty's entire back when he's fucking her, and he's sooo into it, we all know he's a masochist)

They're such a bi4bi couple

Both of them being demiromantic!! Barty and Lily being demiromantic are some of my favourite sexuality (?) headcanons

My absolute favourite form of Bartylily is (college) academic rivals to lovers, Lily is struggling, she's burnt out and she has three different jobs, so she barely has any time to study, but she has such a thirst for knowledge, and then there's Barty, a literal fucking genius, he barely ever studies for anything and he aces everything, and Lily hates him so much for it, but oh god, look at his hands! And oh, the tattoos all over his body! And oh, Lily wants fuck him so bad, it drives her insane (don't worry girl, I'm right there with you)

t4t Bartylily my beloved, mtf Lily and bigender Barty (doesn't matter if he's AFAB or AMAB, I just think bigender Barty is neat), they give each other so much gender euphoria

Barty eats Lily out whenever he's bored

Them literally worshipping each other's bodies

They're into BDSM for sure, they're so kinky with each other, gags, ropes, blindfolds, toys, whatever you could think of (Barty has a custom-made collar with lily flowers sewn into it, Lils got it made for his birthday)

Lily makes Barty a bit calmer, and Barty brings out Lily's freak

Barty having a massive degradation kink, Lily calls him a slut frequently in the bedroom

I'd like to close this with dom Lily, I'm literally on my knees for her

OKAY THIS GOT WAY TOO LONG, BUT I THINK ABOUT THEM SO MUCH, I HAVE SO. MANY. THOUGHTS (this isn't even the half of it), I'M SORRY!!!!

Also I *might* post these on my own blog too, if you're fine with that!!

nsfw

omg Mars thank you sm.

BARTY WHIMPERING?? OMG

Also Lily loves to absolutely wreck Barty's back with her nails and he loves showing it off..

BOTTOM BARTY YES, Lily's best friend is her neon green (tentacle?) strap

Just overall so yes

May I also propose a mommy kink there? Because Lily Evans sure as hell gives MOTHER (and Barty has mommy issues)

Jesus I love you so much for this, also ofc you can post this on your blog! Make sure to tag me, I'd love to read more of your Bartylily.

[mylifeisjustafeverdream]

do you think rose dismantling the system would have been a better ending? that’s quite complicated to write and keep at a YA level…

Yes, Rose dismantling the Dhampir system, or at the very least seeing a singular concrete change in the system, absolutely would have been a better ending for Vampire Academy than the half baked, out of no were murder mystery that we got in The Last Sacrifice. As much as I love VA the end was so, so disappointing to me. It felt rushed. Hell I remember going What the fuck even was the "last sacrifice"? Nothing was lost. Frankly, besides Lissa being queen and the bond being broken, everything was pretty much exactly the same as the start of the story. It honestly felt like Richelle had given up on the story she had been building.

From the very first book we establish just how poorly the Dhampirs are treated by the Moroi. The Moroi literally only believe they should exist as assets to them, and the Dhampirs are so desperate to not die off they buy into this narrative. Think about how easily Viktor exploited Rose, a child he'd known her entire life, as a means to an end. Despite the Moroi being fully capable of protecting themselves with their MAGICAL POWERS, Tasha and Christian are considered freaks for even suggesting it. Most Dhampirs are born from a Dhampir mother not a father. The Moroi women won't lower themselves by having a Dhampir baby, but Moroi men will use the Dhampir women as a sexual outlet. The Moroi don't respect the Dhampir. Hell even Rose and Lissa's relationship highlights just how unfair this dynamic is. Rose lived her life for Lissa. She was her protector, her confidant, her food source. Shit Rose even took the insanity from Lissa. What did she get in return from Lissa? (Yes I know Lissa resurrected Rose this is just to highlight the grander Moroi issue) The series spent 5 books highlighting the injustices Dhampirs face. How they die young, how their women are systematically abused, and the lack of freedom to do what they want in life without shame. This isn't subtext these are active conversations, and arch's through the story. Then they have the age law passed, and you see how, universally, Dhampirs are against it. I honestly thought when Rose was framed for Tatianna's murder it was going to be a catalyst for the Dhampirs to start acting out, to push back against this system. Yet the Dhampirs are sidelined to focus on the family laws for Royal Moroi????? It was truly ridiculous. We don't even see change in Bloodlines, just small references that focus on the Moroi council. Rose was exploited by the Moroi in literally every single way imaginable, and the books were building to her realizing the problem with it. Yet, it's all ignored for her to focus all her energy on making sure Lissa was elected queen. (Yea, she was spurred on by trying to stop the age law, but it really came back to the fact Rose viewed Lissa like a deity) The story set up a revolutionary change for the Dhampirs, but it was cut because Richelle couldn't commit to acknowledging how all Moroi, especially Lissa, were flawed when it came to the Dhampirs.

Also onto your second point, that it would be too complicated for a YA novel. Richelle didn't shy away from other really heavy, complicated topics. Bloodlines is literally focused on indoctrination, and cult deconstruction. The latter half of Blood Promise is an allegory for intimate partner abuse. Also remember that The Hunger Games are YA novels. Avatar the Last Airbender is a children's show. Media being for a younger audience does not mean it cannot cover and deal with complex, and dark topics.

Thank you lots for this question! It was fun to respond to - Missy :)

[grymm-gardens]

OC Tag Game

@lucaanis tagged me, Thank you pookie, I will take any given chance to yap about my Rook

I'm tagging @feaches @flushwithdarlings and @rookgallustroublesomehousehimbo, anyone else who wants to, also pls tag me i love seeing your tortured baddies

General:

Name: Odrune Ingellvar

Alias: Rook/Rune/Ode/Odie(Might get stabbed in the chest if you use this one, do so at your own risk)

Gender: She/Her

Age: 33

Spoken Language: Common, Some Elven

Sexual Orientation: Queer

Occupation: Mourn Watch - Studied possesions

Favorite:

Color: Lilacs, and dark greens

Entertainment: Reading, anything from trashy romance to forbidden tomes, Listening to Neve talk about past cases and current theories like it's a soap opera

Pastime: teaches manfred profanities to piss off emmrich (affectionately), gardening with harding and goes hunting (tea drinking) with Davrin and Assan

Food: Absolutely anything rich and decadent from something like a hearty stew, to the nevrran hazelnut torte, loves food in general

Drink: She is a coffee lover, but in the way that she adds more sugar and cream than should be humanly feasible and does not understand why everyone is horrified

Have They…

Passed University: Does 13 years in the gallows in kirkwall + 4 years of being loose in Kirkwall + 16 years studying the veil and spirits in the necropolis

Had Sex: i reiterate the freak part, necropolis parties get wild :)

Had Sex in Public: i reiterate the freak part, necropolis parties get wild :)

Gotten Tattoos: Yes she has many! Some for fun, some as memorials, some as symbolism, i will also sketch out a full page of them aside from the mourn watch ones on her face

Gotten Piercings: Yes I like to picture quite a few facial piercing, but i actually need to do the art for it since i cannot mod my game (tragic)

Gotten Scarred: Yes, heavy scars from both ritual scarification and from fighting in general, she loves melee combat as a mage and it gets messy

Had a Broken Heart: Vorgoth 💔 jk but yes she has had relationships mostly within the watch, but she gets immediately attached and weird like an abused stray dog to the point that you could break her heart by looking at her wrong, she yearns

Are They…

A cuddler: Yes back to the abused stray dog thing, she won't initiate because she's afraid to but if you show one ounce of physical affection, she will be glued to you forever afterwards

Scared Easily: absolutely, she gets startled like a skittish house cat if she's focused

Jealous Easily: Also yes, but not in the possessive way, she just wants to be included ❤️ everytime she sees lucanis and neve together she just stands there 🥺 "are you gonna invite me?" And if they don't she is throwing up and devastated

Trustworthy: if she loves you, there's nothing she wouldn't do for you, and her loyalty is unquestioned, to strangers, hell no she'll sell you out for a pretty rock, in either case, she can never be trusted to not cheat or steal your wallet, she's a menace

Family

Sibling(s): None that she is aware of

Parents: Her mother was a circle mage in Kirkwall and her father was one of the more sympathetic templars, Her mother was made tranquil as a punishment and her templar father put her out of her misery and was also subsequently killed no seeing this as a child did not affect her at all 😌

Children: absolutely fucking not ❤️ world is dying, gods to kill and all

Pets: She has a few cats in the necropolis that she regularly uses the eluvian to the visit and care for, no she will not just bring them to the lighthouse the crypts are their home

[welcometothejianghu]

Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: 天国と地獄 ~サイコな2人～/ Tengoku to Jigoku: Psychona Futari / Heaven and Hell: Soul Exchange.

Heaven and Hell: Soul Exchange is a 2021 Japanese drama about a headstrong cop, the shady CEO she suspects of being a serial killer, and what happens when they magically switch bodies.

With a premise like that, there are basically two tonal choices: You can make it a wacky comedy, or you can get real fucked-up and dark about it. This 10-episode series somehow manages the secret third thing of splitting the difference, so it's got a lot of deliciously fucked-up stuff in the setup, but it never quite has the courage of its convictions to go all the way. What that gets you is the kind of frustrating that you can't stop thinking about afterward, both for what it did and what it didn't have the guts to do.

So! If you're interested in a story that's compelling and occasionally very funny, with just enough unrealized potential that your brain keeps batting it around like a kitten with a squeaky toy at 4AM, I have five reasons that you might want to give this one a shot.

1. Half-Trans: Full Trans Consequences

We're gonna hit this one right off the bat: This is a story where a girl and boy trade bodies, so you know it's got the genders.

Mochizuki Ayako is the only female cop in her department. She's headstrong, kind of obnoxious, a slob, and not particularly feminine -- so of course the dude cops hate her. In the process of investigating a serial murder, she comes across Hidaka Haruto, who's got that kind of smug sinister aura of a smart man who's clearly hiding some shit, though all his underlings love him. When they unexpectedly bodyswap with no idea how to switch back, they're forced to keep one another's lies going so they don't both wind up in jail, except she's still trying to catch him and he's still trying to get away with it.

They work a very good contrast with the difference in their respective attachments to their genders. Despite her hardass demeanor and her lack of super-femme presentation, Mochizuki is without question a woman. She's deeply uncomfortable in a male body, and when someone calls her a man, her instinct is to deny it. Having to deal with a borrowed penis nearly gives her a meltdown.

Hidaka, on the other hand, is a fruity little guy whose first response to finding himself inside a woman's body is to get all girly and take it for a test drive. It's less that he's transfeminine and more that he just really doesn't seem all that attached to any gender. He's got boobs now, and boobs are what he's going to make work for him. Regardless of his sexuality -- and the show does leave that one a big row of question marks -- his gender is gay.

There's also some fairly solid bodyswap acting! ...kinda. Both actors have unfortunately different interpretations of Mochizuki's character. If you're being charitable, it's true she's freaking out and having some kind of gender dysphoria the entire time she's in boy mode, which could explain why she's much softer and girlier when she's being played by the male actor, Takahashi Issei. If you're more inclined to nitpick, well, you're not wrong that the performances don't line up. That said, the actors both do a great job of switching characters, so it's pretty clear when they're being different people (even if it's not necessarily the same different person).

Now, you should by no means assume this show is some conscious exploration of genderqueer existence in contemporary Japan. It is, however, way more thoughtful than I expected it to be. It leaves some very interesting silences, especially around what exactly Hidaka's taste in partners is and why Mochizuki's own body kinda gives her a lesbian awakening when someone else is in there. If you're the type who likes a trans-flavored imagination adventure, this is a spectacular starting point. You're going to have a blast.

2. The Mochizuki Support Squad

Nobody from Hidaka's side realizes what's going on with the swap; sure, the boss is acting weird, but they buy his explanations for it. Mochizuki, however, has exactly two people in the world who care so much about her that they figure out what's happened: her junior cop partner, Yamaki Hideo, and her roommate, Watanabe Riku.

You have to love a character where their closest friends are like, either you've started suddenly acting polite and nice, or you've mystically swapped bodies with another person, and honestly, the bodyswap is the more likely explanation.

This is one of those places where the show takes the goofier and more lighthearted tack. Leaving it so the only people who knew about the swap were Mochizuki and Hidaka themselves would be incredibly isolating and paranoia-inducing, especially for Mochizuki. Giving her (eventually) two buddies who know what's going on both gives her a cushion of support for her ordeal and creates a number of comic moments where these guys are looking at a stranger and seeing their friend -- and vice versa.

They're both kind of daffy sweethearts, too, which adds even more comic relief to the show. Yamaki is an easily flustered, mildly hysterical nerd who just wants his mean bestie back so she can go back to telling him what to do. Riku is a blue-collar himbo who would technically be a hobosexual except for how he both really does pull his weight around the house and (probably) isn't getting laid. They're willing to put themselves on the line and do what they can to make sure their friend is okay, no matter what body she's in.

I actually like how the show has more than couple male-female dynamics where the people involved are just friends -- or, if things change so they're not, it's strongly implied that they could have gone on being just friends and that would have been fine or even better for both parties involved. Romance is not the endgame of every mixed-genital relationship! Sometimes people who love one another dearly are friends without further obligation! You can care for people a lot without wanting to fuck them! And that's great.

Besides, I know it won't shock you to learn that the real horny part of the show plays out as...

3. An interesting game of cat and mouse

Mochizuki's got an interesting problem: She's a cop inside the body of a murderer, and as long as she's stuck here, there's a murderer inside the body of a cop out on the loose. She could, as Hidaka, confess to the murders and in a way that puts him physically in jail, but she doesn't know how to swap their bodies back. She's got to keep Hidaka appeased, or he, in her official capacity, might arrest her and just keep her body forever while she goes down for the crime. She could find a way to take them both down, but that would ruin her life too and is an absolute last resort. She could just let him go and cover up the crimes, but her sense of justice won't allow it.

While Hidaka ... well, Hidaka's got a lot going on. I'm not even going to get into Hidaka's whole deal, because it's related to some late-series spoilers. The simple version is that he's got to be pretending to catch himself while actually trying to destroy evidence about the murders, all while having to dig into gendered expectations to play a version of Mochizuki capable of ingratiating herself with her asshole coworkers instead of alienating them.

And yeah, it's pretty darn horny.

It's one of those delicious enemies-to-allies-to-grudging-friends setups where you've got two people at cross purposes who have to play nice with one another (while still being very mean to one another), and in that process they find things about the other person that are actually worth liking. Because this is a literal life-and-death situation, emotions are running high! Wanting to kill someone and wanting to save them are not mutually exclusive states.

The show makes a great decision not to have Mochizuki and Hidaka hook up, or even to acknowledge that their bond has any erotic component beyond whatever's inherent in borrowing someone else's genitals. This means that their dynamic is very intimate and physical without being textually sexual, which actually winds up making it way more sexual than it would have been otherwise. It's like horror, where what you don't see is almost always scarier than what you do -- with sexual tension, especially across ostensibly heterosexual pairs, subversion and longing are almost always much sexier than having things brought to completion onscreen. I mean, seriously, think of the number of things you've seen where there's pining, and pining, and more pining, and you ship it hard, and then they finally get together and it's a giant disappointment. Better to be left hungry for more of this almost-t4t goodness.

There's also an incredible amount of lapel-grabbing and kabedon-delivering here, so if you're in to that, itadakimasu!

4. A Cop Are Bastard

There are a number of antagonists in this story -- I mean, not shocking, considering both the premise and the way the serial murder case at the heart of the story gets weirdly complicated. The most prominent and persistent of those antagonists, though, is not a serial murderer, but one of the cops.

The character's name is Kawahara Mitsuo, but Mochizuki and Yamaki call him "Seku-Hara," as those are the first two syllables of each word in "sexual harassment." It's fitting. He's sleazy, arrogant, and an entire bag of dicks who talks like a gangster and is willing to do a lot of backhanded dirty-cop shit to get his way.

All this lands him firmly in the Love To Hate category. If you enjoy throwing popcorn at onscreen villains, pop some extra for Kawahara, because that fucker deserves it.

Maybe the most interesting thing about him is how often he's actually right. When he's not being an asshole who's doing bad cop work, he actually does good cop work, and he comes to some pretty astute conclusions about what exactly is going on with the case. Despite Mochizuki and Hidaka's joint interference, he figures out a lot of what's the two of them are up to, even without ever picking up on the bodyswap angle. So he's not just a slimy buffoon -- he's actually a formidable opponent.

Also, did I mention he's hot in a gross way? I dunno, maybe it helps that I've seen Kitamura Kazuki be hot in a not-gross way in other things, like Nekozamurai, where he plays a handsome and noble samurai sworn to protect a very cute kitty. Here, though, he's not noble at all -- he's a thug of a cop with a cocky swagger and a deep voice, and I am not above admitting that I see the appeal.

Like, fuck, I'm not usually into eyebrows, and I'm into his eyebrows. Those are some good eyebrows.

5. argh it's almost so good (but still pretty good!)

I'm about to be slightly spoilery from this point forward, not about specific plot points, but about general narrative moves. If you'd prefer to remain unspoiled for such things, stop reading right now and go to either Viki or Netflix to watch the whole show. You're welcome.

Still here? Great. See, where this show really lacks the courage of its convictions is with Hidaka's character. He starts off the series really evil! He does some very bad things! He's clearly quite sinister. Then about halfway through, the show starts to backpedal real hard and introduces another factor into the murder cases that makes him a much less outright bad guy than he seems at first blush.

...And that sucks! Because as the show first portrays him, he's deliciously kind of a fucker. He's not only confident and threatening, he's happy to take Mochizuki's body and do whatever he wants with it, regardless of her feelings. He reads as a straight-up two-faced psychopath who just wants to keep on ridding the world of bad people by straight-up grotesquely murdering them. But the show doesn't have the guts to either take him down in a blaze of glory or create a redemption arc for a guy who's got a taste for some pretty gnarly body horror, so it's got to find a way to convince you not to believe your lying eyes.

However! I do not consider this a dealbreaker, because I find what the show does wind up doing actually pretty interesting. Just because it's not the ending to the story I, personally, would have told doesn't mean it's not a story worth telling. It's maybe a little artificially convoluted, but you've already suspended your disbelief for the bodyswap thing, right? So just roll with the rest of it.

At the risk of belaboring the duality metaphor, I really do feel like this is a show constantly being pulled in two different directions at once. It seems like half the show loves to roll around in the blood and perversion of vigilante serial murder, while the other half wishes it'd picked a more innocuous crime, like art theft or securities fraud. Half of it wants Hidaka to be a right cold bastard who deals Mochizuki a lot of serious damage, and the other half wants to keep him always on the side of the line where he never does anything unredeemable. Half of it wants this to be a sexy queer exploration of gendered expectations through suddenly different bodies, and the other half wants to play a straight PG-13 bodyswap comedy. Half of it wants to be Hannibal, and the other half wants to be Freaky Friday.

And where it all lands is ... well, in the middle.

Obviously my general disappointment with the show's eventual final form has not left me heartbroken. To the contrary, I've had a lot of fun thinking about it afterward, both pondering what was actually on the screen and having imagination adventures about how I would have done it differently. That, to me, is fun. I enjoy this. Like the Maxx said, the shows in my mind are almost always better.

I might have been a little more put off by the lack of my ideal resolution if the show had required more of a commitment from me, but no, it gets things done in ten one-hour episodes, which makes it a great small-medium bite. You can knock this one out pretty quickly, and then have all the time in the world left for thinking about how things could have been different if the show had not taken the Goldilocks approach to its queer serial murder bodyswap setup. The Hump of Compelling Mediocrity strikes again!

Up for a watch?

As I mentioned earlier, both Viki and Netflix have this one!

No joke, I hope people read this, get enticed by the horny potential of it, watch the show, go a little feral for what fits into those silences I mentioned, and write some dang sexy fanfic for me to enjoy. There's only one piece of anything on AO3 about it! One! One is not a sufficient number of things! Especially not with this promising of a setup. Come on, fellow perverts. We can do better.

Aw, look, they're so cute when they get to be themselves.

[spacebobastories]

Okay so, I've been on Tumblr for a long time now and I love to write. I have *so* many things in my head I want to talk about. But what I really want to talk about are my OCs. This beautiful man is named Louis Belmont and I love him so freaking much.

I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday Lie to confess, fuck it, worry 'bout it some day Baptized in the crowd 'cause they lookin' pretty thirsty City full of sufferin' take me to the promised land Visits a chapel and these words, your religion Raise your cup for that holy grail that you're sippin' Free up your mind, I know that it can be a prison We ain't got much time, you better spend what you were given

Quotes

“What? You going to cry? Go ahead, make my day.”

“God damn it! It’s boring as hell! Where’s the fun?”

“Hey! Where’s my alcohol?!”

“Any good food here?”

“There’s a fight? Where? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

“You want mercy? Ha! You came at me first. There will be no mercy from me.”

“…is that chocolate? Wanna share?? :3”

Basics

Name: Louis Belmont 

Age: 25

Sexuality: Bisexual but leans more towards men 

Gender: Male

Eyes: They are a golden color but what is interesting is that his eyes look like they have tiny flames in them. It's like a tiny furnace is in his eyes.

Height: 5'9

Body Type: more on the athletic side. He’s not super muscular, more on the lean side. He relies more on speed than anything, overpowering his foes with his speed and some strength.

Body Refs:

Race: African American/ German

Species: Mink

Sub-species: Wolf Mink

Birthday: July 23rd 1450 B.C.

Zodiac sign: Leo 🦁

Favorite Colors: Yellow (pastel yellow), Gold and red.

Hair color:  Auburn (dark red)

Hair length: Stops at his mid back. He also keeps it in braids like his sister, mostly to get it out of the way, but to show off the hair beads he has. 

Hair refs:

Piercings: he has quite a few. Mostly on his ears and tongue. He also has nipple piercings as well. His mother didn’t want him to get any piercings but…he never listened and didn’t care. It’s his body anyway. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his mother and will listen to her…but he just really loves piercings and wanted to get a few. 

Scars: Louis has a lot of scars on his body. Some from fights and others from just being clumsy. He has a jagged scar across his throat from when he almost got his throat ripped out from a wolf (which is ironic), a scar over his right eye when he was fighting a bandit, a massive one going diagonal across his chest from a monster attack. 

Species: He is a Wolf Mink (A Humanoid race that can look like animals or humans with animal qualities)

Voice Claim: https://youtu.be/0F8Qjgmlhkc

Theme song: Raging on a Sunday by Alexander DeLeon

Wardrobe: If Louis could, he would walk around naked. So, his wardrobe isn't that fashionable. He wears loose fitting clothing since he hates the feeling of clothes on his skin.

🔥Louis Belmont ⚔️

What is he like?:  Louis is a hyperactive man  who likes to be petty and piss people off. He’s nice, in his own way, and can be an asshole and a pest at times, but he means well. (Sometimes) he’s a very smart man under all that pettiness and people think he’s dumb which he uses to his advantage. He’s loud, obnoxious and snarky. He is very flirty and will flirt with anyone, but mostly men which is dangerous given that homosexuality is frowned upon, but he could care less. Louis does have a soft side for children and people are shocked when they see this soft, gentler side of Louis. They don’t expect that of a man like him. He *is* basically a giant man child. He is a hopeless romantic and will love his partner(s) to death. Spoiling them with kisses, cuddles and other things but also showering them with gifts. 

Like I said before, he is a *very* hyperactive man. He cannot sit still for the life of him and has to be doing something. Either cleaning his weapons or fiddling with something, sometimes tinkering and fixing things. Other times breaking them to see how they work. He loves to talk to those who will listen and won’t shut up. But he has a serious side and will take things seriously when need be. He doesn’t really like to show weakness and would rather hide his wounds or hide how hurt he is so others don’t worry for him. He is a strong willed and independent man but at the end of the day, he’d rather cuddle and sleep with his partner(s) like any human would. 

Likes: 

🗡️-cleaning his weapons (he loves taking care of his weapons. He’s always wiping them down and checking for nicks to fix. Plus, having a full blade is not good in battle.)

⚔️-finding new weapons to collect (this man loves collecting new weapons, either to use or just to have. Usually he likes to test out the weapons before adding them to his collection. He has many weapons from around the world that he is proud to show off to people who ask.)

🏃‍♀️-exercising( which includes, running, push ups, climbing. He has so much energy, like *so* much. He loves to run and climb. It his favorite thing to do. Plus, he can chase after a monster or a bounty easily for a couple of miles. He doesn’t tire easily. 

🍺-alcohol ( he loves to drink alcohol. No matter what it is, he’s trying it. He’s tried some fancy wine from France and loves the sweeter wine. He’s even tried the cheese platters with the wine and he’s addicted to them)

🤜💫-fighting and sparring (Doesn’t matter if it’s with monsters or humans, he *loves* to fight. It’s in his blood. If he’s not fighting then he’s sparring with his older sisters.)

🍩🍰-sweets(doesn’t matter what it is, as long as it’s super sweet. If there’s one thing he loves more than weapons and monster hunting…okay that’s two, but he absolutely loves sweets. Especially cookies or straight up blocks of honey.) 

👹🗡️-monster hunting and learning about new species (he was taught at a young age about monsters and the different species there are in the world. Of course it’s a big world so people believe that monsters aren’t real. But they’d be wrong. Monsters are indeed real and he has been taught how to kill them. He loves learning about new species and soaks up information like a sponge.)

🥰-his mom (he will not hesitate to say his favorite person in the world is his mother. He loves this woman to death because she’s been there for him every step of the way. She taught him so many things. And while it’s a woman’s job to do sewing, cleaning and cooking, Louis wanted to learn everything. So, he knows how to cook and sew properly as well as clean. He’s not ashamed to know these things because it keeps him alive on his missions. She also taught him to read and write.)

😴-taking naps(he loves naps. It’s something he loves to do when he can. It also is a way to keep him quiet for a few hours.) 

🐕😺-animals (he loves animals. No matter what animal, he seems to have a way with them. He can’t really communicate with animals, not really anyway. He can’t really *talk* to them, but he can sense what they’re feeling. Like wolves for instance, he is more wolf-like than anything and it’s easier for him to “communicate” with wolves than any other animal. It could be because of the magic he was born with)

🩷-cuddling(he’s a very touchy person, so, any type of touch he loves. It can be sexual or not. Just holding hands or kissing or just sleeping with someone in a pile is the best feeling in the world to him.)

👶-children(he wants a big family of his own some day)

🌲☀️-summer(he loves the heat and sometimes even sleeps in sunny spots. He loves the smell of summer and the sounds of the bugs that come out. Cicadas are his favorite noise on top of grasshoppers. He loves that he can swim in lakes and not freeze his ass off or just be lazy around the estate when he’s not on a mission)

Dislikes: 

😝-bitter things(it tastes horrible to him. Ginger and cranberries are the *worst* to him. He is *super* allergic to them. His throat will swell up and he will start to break out in hives and start itching. He knows the taste of them because he tried them without knowing. Never again.)

🤜💫-people messing with his loved ones (he becomes super protective and a little possessive over his loved ones. If it’s a sibling, super protective. If it’s a lover he becomes both.)

🥶- the cold(he *hates* winter with a passion. The snow is beautiful, he won’t deny that. But at the end of the day, he hates how the cold makes him feel. Sure, he has his fire to keep him warm but it can only do so much)

🗣️-people talking down to him or people ordering him around(now, he knows that if he’s on a mission or a team, he’ll have to deal with it. But if it’s not the team captain or someone he is with, he *hates* being bossed around.)

🕷️- spiders(he hates those spawns of the Devil, he accidentally sat on a nest of spiders and had millions of spiders crawling all over him. To this day he will have someone else kill a spider for him or he’ll freeze in place.)

🌿-vinegar and Eucalyptus(he hates the smell of vinegar, it’s super strong and disgusting to him. Eucalyptus is equally disgusting to him because the smell can make him feel sick.)

🥺-being alone (while he is independent, he absolutely hates being alone. Sometimes he’ll go on missions where he is alone for months on end, but it’s not like he enjoys it. He’s a people person and once he finds his loved one, he’s staying by them until they get tired of him.) 

His magic and fighting style 

What is the magic the Belmont's are born with? Well, it depends on the person. Many of the Belmont's are born with different magic. You know what they have by their eyes. 

Gold/red/aqua- Fire. If the fire is an aqua, then it is a very hot fire. It’s hotter than the red or golden fire. 

Deep blue/pale blue-water and ice

Deep green- nature

Brown- Earth

Neon green/pale green- poison 

Purple- healing

The Belmont's can be born with one magic type or two. Usually you can tell what they have by their eyes. Same eye color is one magic, two different colors are two different magic. 

Louis was born with fire magic and he loves it. He doesn’t do well in cold conditions because while he can keep himself warm, it can tire him out if he tries to keep his body temperature up for long periods of time. He does have a lot of stamina but if he’s trying to stay warm for 5 hours to keep his body temperature up would either get him very sick or he would die. 

Louis can create fire balls, light his weapons on fire or make the blades incredibly hot. He can melt through some metals, plastic and can burn wood. He can’t melt through anything, he would have to have hotter flames for that. 

He can create fire sprites which are little balls of magic that are warm to the touch but when he snaps his fingers, they can explode. He also can make flames float in or on his hand. Or follow him around. That’s why he rarely ever brings torches with him. 

He can create flames that aren’t harmful to others. Which means if he creates a fire and someone were to fall or step in it, it would feel warm to the touch. Now, if he were to create fire by using a fire starter, that fire would hurt others. Louis is immune to fire damage, yet it can still *hurt* him. He’s not completely safe from it. He’s safe from his fire though, but outside sources he’s not. 

When he does use his powers or when he becomes angry, his eyes glow brighter until it looks like his eyes themselves are small flames. His eyes can flash a very deep orange to gold when he becomes angry or irritated. Louis can regulate his body temperature and keep others warm or himself warm. That’s why he loves the heat so much and sleeps in the sun. He can feel hot to the touch if he sleeps in the sun and people can become worried, but he’s perfectly fine. 

Louis is weak to extreme cold weather and water. If he gets too cold, it takes him a little bit to get himself warm or create a fire. He can blow fire in his hands to get warmed up. Sort of like starting a furnace that’s close to going out. 

Fighting style: Louis is a close ranged fighter, preferring to be up close and personal with his opponent. Of course he knows to back up and get on the defensive if it’s an enemy that needs to be taken down from afar then rush in when they are down. If he doesn’t have his sword, he is really good at hand to hand combat. Using his strength and speed to overwhelm his opponent. He can use quick and light attacks or heavy and slow attacks. Usually he likes using quick and heavy attacks to overthrow his opponent. Using upper cuts and blows to the stomach. He is very agile and flexible. He can flip and bounce around, sometimes even bending in odd ways to get his opponent. 

Weapon(s): he has a sword he calls Ra which he straps to his hip. The blade is made from rare metals that had come from a fallen meteor. It’s a normal sword to anyone else, but when Louis holds it, it becomes more dangerous than anything else. He can set the blade on fire by running two fingers across it or heating the blade to the point it glows.

Louis is the third son of the Belmont family. They are a family of bounty hunters, monster hunters, doctors, adventurers, collectors and alchemists. They also sometimes work for the church to get rid of monsters that are too close to major cities or towns. They take jobs from families who have money and those who don’t. They are a very old family, have been around for many *many* generations and so they are a very rich noble family. Some of the Belmont's are well known around the world, some as great adventures and others as amazing and smart doctors. 

The Belmont's are a family who are born with magic and different colored eyes depending on their magic. Their magic makes them more animalistic than others. There is magic in the world, but with the Belmont's it’s different. They are faster, stronger, and have a sensitive sense of smell, hearing and taste. They can sometimes lose themselves in battle, snarling, growling and sometimes even purring. Their teeth are far sharper than others. Some say it’s a curse that was placed on the Belmont's. Others say that’s just how the Belmont's were born. Sometimes out of battle they can be just as animalistic, protecting those close to them.

People think of them as demons from hell or just cursed beings. But the Belmont's are amazing allies to keep but terrifying enemies to make which is why the church hasn't really done anything about them. The church may have power and influence, but they can’t compare to the Belmont's magical and fighting abilities. Louis is one of the well known monster hunters, he does do bounties but usually if it gets his interest. He travels all over the world to find monsters who people have seen or if there are rumors of said monsters.

 I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday Lie to confess, fuck it, worry 'bout it some day Baptized in the crowd 'cause they lookin' pretty thirsty I should be at church but I'm raging on a I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday Lie to confess, fuck it, worry 'bout it some day Baptized in the crowd 'cause they lookin' pretty thirsty I should be at church but I'm raging on a Sunday

This character was heavily inspired by Castlevania. The Netflix show. All the pictures and gifs are from tumblr. And I made my character from Picrew by the artist naylissah.

[carmenized-onions]

tis i, the sydtony anon... i think mikey and tony definitely had some brief borderline non platonic moments and feelings as one does when you're just THAT vulnerable with someone, i can imagine them being each other's rock and just being so close to impulsively doing something they might regret like sending the risky text or leaning in during an emotional moment but stopping themselves in fear of the consequences. after the series is over i beg to see what little moments they've shared!

and Yeah. syd and tony def watched but i'm a cheerleader and had their own separate crises the moment they went home. syd definitely googled "am i gay" that night. i can very clearly imagine them being the MOST awkward teenagers ever, still figuring themselves out together, making a joke that doesn't quite land and just freaking the hell out because they want to be liked by the other so badly!! they're also my favorite dorks.

First of all, let's check on the poll so far, looking at the updates has made me laugh everytime

(I always vote but it's really just so i can see the results as they come in, i'm far too impatient to wait a week)

It was very fun to watch the DEADLOCK TIE between Syd and Mikey get shattered by Richie, he's fighting for his fucking life to stay in second place though. All my luck, cousin. It's very interesting to see how many of y'all are like,,,, well i mean she's GOT to Kiss Michael COME ON !!! I'm telling Carmen frfr I'm snitching on y'all

I will not share too much of my thoughts on Mikey and Tony because believe it or not-- Babe, we're gonna get into it storywise, and I don't want to spoil any of that with my personal thoughts, but definitely I think like-- I think intrinsically when you're 'The Guy', you have a very open and borderline flirtatious energy-- Libra moons rise frfr And so I think Mikey and Tony would absolutely have a hahahaha what if we kissed jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk vibe

syd is so quotev am i gay quiz coded. i hate her. i love her so much. she's everything to me. i did say in an ask sometime back that i do firmly believe they did a smooch to affirm their sexualities for themselves-- Whether you choose to take this as canon for yourself is so up to you, i don't think it'll ever come up in the story lmaooooo

100% HAVE TO BELIEVE THEY DID WHAT ME AND MY QUEER FRIENDS DID IN HIGHSCHOOL WITH THE WHOLE: Haha, wouldn't it be so crazy if i,,,, liked girls,,,,, ,like that would be like ,,,, ,so weird,, or like,,, maybe it'd be normal actually?? normal and cool??? hhahahaha what do you think ??? no reason, just like, just like wondering hahah--

love young wlws, nuture them close to my heart, my babes

[anime-kia]

No Strings Attached

I'm happy to know that you're all still into Killmonger! :)

And I haven't written smut in a while, so here you go.

Relationship: Friends-With-Benefits

Warnings: Smut 

It was nothing out of the ordinary to find yourself being filled up and absolutely overstimulated by the brawny, muscular and handsome, Erik Stevens. The Oakland ho', is what you nicknamed him. 

He knew. You made sure to tell him, but he found it quite amusing. Nothing really offended him, coming from you anyway. 

Erik had met you in high school. Of course he was Mr. Popular. You've heard of his escapades and all the wild things he's done with various girls, some of them being your friends. Oddly enough, sex was not interesting to you at the time. 

You were known as the typical smart and shy girl. The virgin. Erik's favourite kind of female. You better believe he's been trying to get at you ever since, literally going out of his way to become friends with you just so he could get into your pants.

But eventually he realized that you were more than just a quick nut. You were goofy, insightful and a pleasure to be around. Your lack of sexual curiosity and attention to more important things intrigued him. Also, he could always go to you if he was upset, you let him vent and express all of his emotions. Not once did you judge or ridicule him like his foster parents or anyone else who didn't give him the time of day to show his feelings.

"Venting is good for the soul, never bottle up your anger. Always talk to me if you need to. Cry on my shoulder too." 

"Hell nah, I don't cry. I ain't no bitch."

You were irritated that the only thing he took from what you said was suggesting that he cried... But Erik understood, he just liked to be tough.

That being said, ever since the tenth grade you and Erik were best friends. Both of you slowly started picking up each other's good and bad habits. Erik started to develop proper mannerisms, politeness, and a bit of patience. You on the other hand, started cursing a lot more and somehow it was like his high levels of horniness had attached itself onto you.

Each year it increased more and more. Everyone knew you as the girl who had no interest in sex, and despite your changes, you made sure that everyone still believed that. Also, people who wanted to have a go at you (Erik's friends) knew they had no chance with him around. He made sure they knew that too. 

"If any of y'all touch her, you better pray I don't find out. And good luck with that shit, cuz she tells me everything."

One night, he came over to chill and watch movies because that's what friends do. You were still a virgin, and your hormones were out of whack. Erik, well... When was he never horny? The movie ended and went to go take a shower, and the whole time you were contemplating if you would actually let him hit it. 

He was never reserved when it came to anything sexual. He told you he wanted to on multiple occasions, no strings attached. 

Tonight... Would finally be the night.

As he stepped out of the bathroom your jaw dropped slightly and lower half screamed. The towel was barely hugging his hips, muscular body covered in beads of water, the shape of his manhood barely making an appearance. 

All that shy shit was thrown out the window. Within three seconds your lips had found his, arms wrapped around each other in a heated and passionate kiss. By a minute, all of your clothes were discarded and Erik had his way with your body. 

There was pain and there was pleasure, but you both knew that sex with each other would become a regular thing. 

Once again, no strings attached.

Erik had you laid out on your back, legs spread wide as his large hand squeezed your right breast and you moaned out. Every single stroke hit you in the right spot. 

"You like that shit, huh princess? Lil freak." His voice was husky and gruff.

"Mmh, yes! Oh fuck!" You whined as he moved closer and went even deeper. 

His size made you wonder if it could be considered a weapon, because it was deadly. It was like God gave him both the size and the talent, a terrible (but utterly amazing) combo. You were sure if he was small he could still get you screaming at the top of your lungs. He just knew exactly what to do, and he did it before you could even ask him to go "deeper" or "harder". 

He's made you cry, scream and blackout all at the same time on multiple occasions. The location didn't even matter. Despite him being a very big guy, he could fuck you all the same in a Mini Cooper. 

And Erik was a freak freak. He hasn't shown you everything, because you were still adjusting to some of it, like public sex. That was always terrifying to you, but for some reason no one caught you yet. As far as you know...

"I'm killing your shit, right?" It wasn't a question, even if he asked it as such. He knew. 

"Yessss!" You moaned in a high pitch. He was killing it, destroying it, obliterating it all in the best way possible.

Your nails clawed at the bed, his strokes were so precise and on beat. You had a love-hate relationship with being in the missionary position with him. It was like the perfect mix between making love and just straight up fucking. Backstrokes were a lot easier to handle, even though it still could have you tapping out. But missionary, Erik assumed full control in this position. He had your mind was muddled and the only thing you could compute were barely coherent words, lots of moaning/screaming/crying and the intense amount of pleasure this man was delivering in between your legs.

You felt his hands attempt to trail up behind your knees to push them into your chest and you knew if he did, it would be over. You pushed back and tried shuffling away, but he caught you dragging you right back fully onto him before you could get more than halfway off. The sound of you connecting back was sinful.

"Nah shorty, ain't no crawling away." He said, hoisting your legs over his shoulders, "I'm tryna go deep." 

As if he wasn't already hitting your g-spot, this nigga was trying to damage your cervix.

"No, wait E-!" The way his hips pressed against yours, followed by his chest had your eyes squeezing shut. "God, ohh my fucking- Ohhh!" He was so heavy.

"So you'll call me God, but you won't call me daddy, huh? That's crazy." 

"Uhh, shut the fuck up, Erik!" You could do without his annoying ass comments at the moment. Right now, you had to make sure your walls would still be intact when he was finished with you. 

He chuckled, changing the rhythm to a medium speed. He sucked on your neck, surely leaving new marks. "I own this shit. All mine." He smirked.

"Y-you're too d-deep, ohhh!" Your moans were starting to come out as whimpers and that's how Erik knew you were just about spent. 

"No such thing, baby girl." He groaned and leaned off of you, only to drag your hips slightly into the air, "Look how yo' pussy wrapped around my dick, like a birthday gift." He watched as his length disappeared and reappeared into you.

This motherfucker... "It's too much, p-please, Erik!"  

"Tell me it's mine then." He hit you with deep and sharp thrusts after each word.

"Ahh! It-it's yours! Oh fuck!" You tried to say to the best of your ability, just so he could hurry up and finish.

"Say it like you mean it, I can feel you shaking. That nut is real close, but best believe you ain't getting it until you say it right." He was so bloody annoying, as if you hadn't came four times already. But then again, he hasn't pulled out since laying you on your back. He probably thought you were just squirting the whole time.

His thumb pressed hard against your clit, and his cold eyes stared dead into yours. His hips were circling into yours once again.

"Fuuckk, Erik it's yours dammit! This pussy is all yours!" Your moaned out exasperatedly, nails leaving imprints on his bedsheets.

He chuckled at your irritated tone, settling for your answer. That was his favourite line to hear during sex. "Imma nut all in yo' shit, girl." You had already came, squeezing around his dick even tighter. He was very close to releasing so he thrusted into you harder and faster, not missing a beat until he finally emptied himself deep into you. 

You both were breathing with heavy laboured breaths by time he pulled out. You were aching, but also experiencing pure euphoria. 

He got up and left to go to the bathroom, giving you time to recuperate.

Though Erik wouldn't admit it, you had the best pussy he's ever had. He hadn't been messing around too much after finally getting a piece of you. He's never made love before, and the closest he's gotten was fucking you slowly. You two were strictly friends and he would keep it as such. He didn't want you knowing that he was getting attached. It made him feel weak. 

You on the other hand, seemed unfazed by it. He could do things with your body that no one could, but yet still you respected the boundary between romance and friendship. Besides, sex was so casual these days. Pussy and dick was everywhere...

When he got back in the bed, he pulled his phone off the nightstand and began scrolling through his Twitter timeline as if nothing just happened. Something compelled you to get closer to him, so you wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his rough chest. The muscles in him tensed up.

"Yo, whatchu doin', girl?" 

"It's just... We always fuck and that's it. Can you at least hold me till I fall asleep, E?" You looked at him with innocent eyes, he loved that.

"Nah, I don't cuddle. No strings attached, remember?" He gently pushed you off of him. 

You sat up and pouted, folding your arms across your bare chest. "It doesn't even have to be on no relationship shit, Erik..."

"No, (y/n), we do this every time." He gave you a stern look, you hated that.

You rolled your eyes and turned over, shutting off the lamp. "Goodnight, I guess..." 

"Night." He said, paying you no mind. 

Ten minutes later, he shut off his phone and glanced at your delicate sleeping frame. He silently laughs, seeing how far away you moved. You were upset, he could tell. 

"Never go to sleep upset." You would always be the one telling him that, it was a shame that you hadn't practiced what you preached. 

He would be lying if he said that it did feel good when you wrapped around him, even if it was for a few seconds. Erik had never cuddled after sex, he thought that would cause people to catch feelings. He also didn't want the girl he just slept with to ask him dumb questions afterwards like, "Why me?" or "What would you do if I died?" Just shit that he wouldn't have the answer that they're looking for.

He pulled your body closer to the centre of the bed, as you were too close to the edge and shut off his lamp.

You were awoken to the irritating feeling of needing to pee. You tried to spring up quickly, only to be held down by a tight and heavy grasp. Soft snores from the man you slept with less than three hours ago filled your ears. 

Wait... Was he... Cuddling you?!

Mr. "I don't cuddle" really had his big ass arms wrapped around your body. Not to mention, but he was knocked out like a baby.

This all would be so nice if your bladder wasn't threatening to explode right now. 

"Erik." You whispered, and tried to get out of his grasp. He didn't respond or seem aware of your presence. 

He was really knocked. Usually the slightest noise and movements would wake him up. 

There was one time you were opening a bag his favourite bag of chips while he was napping on your sofa. You didn't even open a quarter of the bag and he was already up, snatching the whole bag out of your hands.

You elbowed him a little roughly, and called out his name even louder. "Erik!" 

He groaned in pain, "Argh, damn girl. The hell was that for?"

"I need to go pee."

"Then go, you grown." 

"Nigga, I can't with your arms holding me down."

"Ah shit." He whispered to himself, letting you go. 

"I thought you didn't cuddle." You teased him.

"I don't." He denied.

"Erik, you really about to act like you weren't just holding me against your chest." 

"You probably scooted in to me." He tried to argue back.

"E, that doesn't even- You know what?" You got up from the bed, and looked at the digital clock. "Not at four in the morning, aight?" You went to use the bathroom and left Erik to contemplate.

He wasn't cuddling you initially, but at some point he must've connected with you. You were the most comforting person to be around in all aspects. Even when you argued with each other. He was so content and peaceful whenever he was around you. 

You came back and went right to the edge of the bed, surprised when Erik pulled you back in. His arms wrapped protectively around your body.

"Erik, wha-" 

"Shut up, (Y/n). I'm trying to sleep." He said in a raspy voice.

You rolled your eyes for the last time and closed them, deciding you were too tired to scold him for telling you to shut up. 

If he wasn't a cuddler before, he definitely is one now.

Hope you all enjoyed! I didn't add too much of a romantic relationship because I really wanna explore different types relationships with Erik and the reader. Plus I had another plot idea to link with this one, but I'll save it for another. 

I'm also very tempted to edit this now, but it's almost five a.m. and I'm sleepy so I know there will be so many mistakes if I do lol. 

Thanks for reading!

(Start/Finish: June 25, 2019)

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jim Bickerman x Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You pick up a stray, much to your roommate Reba’s frustrations.

Warnings: Mentions of a dead crocodile, post-crocodile dinner Jim (alive, though, obviously), mention of hospitals, drinking, some sexual references and- once again, unknown character from a movie no one cares about 😅

You’re exhausted. The day’s events, at what you can only describe as crystal lake on meth, had totally taken it out of you and all you can do as Reba drives you both away from the mess finally, is rest your forehead on the car window and stare outside. It’s a few good, peaceful minutes, before either of you attempt to make conversation.

“… I hate that place.” Reba speaks up, shaking her head when you lift yours off the glass for a moment to see her. “But- at least I got somethin’ out of it this time, eh?” She grins, gesturing with a thumb to the back of the truck- which is not taking the weight of the giant fucking dead croc she took as a souvenir and lulls heavily on the back wheels and dangerously close to the road. Its also why the truck is moving far slower, then usual.

You smirk, too tired to create an actual smile, before shaking your head back at her and returning your temple to the cool glass of the window. “Classy,”

“You know it.”

For a few more miles you drive silently, just putting yourselves back together after the hell-day almost getting eaten by giant motherfucker crocodiles. But then you catch sight of something on the side of the road ahead of you both. Lifting your head off the glass, you narrow your eyes and squint at it. What is that?? A pile of trash??

But… no… its moving.

When you get close enough to realise it’s a person, a terrible injured person, you jump fully off the truck door and hit the handle. “Reba! Stop!”

“What?!”

“Stop the truck! Right here!”

“Alright, alright, but what the hell are yo- … “When Reba catches sight of the lump on the side of the road that you’re freaking out about after stopping the vehicle, she freezes immediately. She focuses on it. Then narrows her eyes for a moment.

… then groans, dropping her head back on the back of her seat. “Bickerman.”

“What?” You whip your head around and squint at the, now much closer, lump. Bickerman? Jim Bickerman? That crazy guy from earlier?? You wondered what had happened to him…

“Jimmy. Yah. He musta gotten a little close to one a’ those monsters… “She presses her lips firmly together and shakes her head, almost sympathetic. But then- “Well, sucks to be him. Can we go?- “

“Wha- No, Reba! Come on, help me.” You exclaim, throwing the truck open on your side and hopping out- while she hangs back a moment longer in order to lament about having a bath.

Its not long before you have his more obvious wounds tied up tight and have got him semi-standing, leading - or more like carrying, seeing as he’s barely conscious, -  the old man to the truck. When Reba notices you’re heading to the seats, she gives a groan.

“I just got this truck… he’s gonna stain the seats!”

“Would you prefer to unload the croc in the back?” You ask, knowing the answer as you quickly assess the gaping hole in Jim’s face where one of his eyes used to be, wince and look away.

… Reba gives another groan. “No… “

“Great- now- help me!! I’m hauling deadweight, here, and he’s gonna fall.”

“Oh- shit!”

~

The ride to the nearest hospital is still about 45 minutes- in a truck that isn’t carrying a gazillion tons of dead crocodile. So its about an hour before you arrive, all the while you try to get Jim to stay semi-conscious.

“Hey- don’t fall asleep on me now, we just met!”

“Jim, what’s your middle name?”

“Think fast! What’s 3 times 12?”

“If you die now you won’t, uh… uh… do- do you like sports? You wont get to see the, um, the team win! The team, uh- that you like. That one. Wouldn’t that suck??”

Most of the time he just mumbled back, a little crazily, and you didn’t quite catch exactly what it was he said- but then he would have moments of clarity every 20 minutes or so. At some point his still-intact hand ended up on your thigh and he chuckled.

You just picked it up and squeezed it.

You didn’t put it down again until the doctors were wheeling him away.

~

“… yes he’ll be fine, but we’ve had to remove a foot entirely and he’s got a good amount of stitches. He’s going to need prosthetics and walking is going to be a struggle- he’s conscious now, though, would you like to see him?”

“Ye- “You’re about to nod and follow the doctor down the hall to Jim’s room, but Reba grabs your upper arm and yanks you away fast- which you didn’t see coming. “Hey! Why- ow- “

“Oh, no. Excuse us, doc.” Giving the doctor a wink, Reba guides you to a sidebar and lets you go in order to cross her arms and give you the most ‘what are you thinking??’ type of look you have ever seen. It honestly boggles you and you stand there with wide, confused eyes. Huh?? “We should not go see him.”

“Why not?”

“We already brought him here, we saved his life- which is nicer then we really needed to treat him. Now we can go home.”

“Just one visit won’t hurt… just to see how he’s going??”

“No- it will hurt! It’ll hurt me! You adopt every damn stray you find on the side of the road- we still have a chicken with anger issues that I cant get to leave our backyard.” Well, you think. That’s not fair- Terrence doesn’t have anger issues, he’s just passionate. And… he maybe thinks Reba is his hen. A fact you refuse to ever tell her… “And that malnourished sausage dog you brought home the other day keeps giving me ‘I’m gonna kill you in your sleep’ eyes.” Alright, Macadamia Nut does have some issues. “I can’t handle a grown ass man with crazy eyes, too.”

Giving a short laugh, you try to just brush away Reba’s insistence. “Don’t be silly, I’m not gonna adopt Jim.”

“Silly?? Oh- Look, you take one step towards that room, and I’ll leave you here Y/N! I’m not kidding, here!! I’m dead serious. look in my eyes, now.”

Instead of looking into Reba’s own crazy eyes, you hesitantly glance down the hall- towards the room the doctor went back into, and consider how expensive a cab would be from here.

… then you sigh, defeated. It would cost a fortune. “Fine… lets go home… “

Reba grins and pats your back, leading you out to the parking lot. “That’s what I thought.”

~

Its months later when Reba sees Jim next. You’re having a few drinks out with Reba after she got promoted to Sheriff when he walks by, sees you both, and wanders over. As soon as you see him your eyes widen, but you stay quiet- looking to Reba for her first moves.

… luckily, tequila makes her friendly. “Oh- Jimmy!! You’re alive, huh?? And walkin- that new foot treatin’ ya well??”

Jim’s good eye wanders to you, even as he exchanged small talk with Reba, a wonky grin on his haggard face, and you try to ignore him. “Good as it can, I guess.”

“And that hook! Man, how’re you signin’ check’s now?”

“Don’t get a whole lotta checks these days, I’m stayin’ away from the poaching business. Not like I can move as well as I useta, you know?” With this, he flicks at the hook in question like see? this is why. Then he goes right back to assessing you, setting his good hand on the back of your chair and leaning into it.

“Good call.” Reba winks, not seeming to notice his affections as she takes a shot of tequila. “You know what?? Siddown, Jim, drink with us! We’re celebratin’, afterall.”

Oh no. Jim gives a big grin at her, before taking the seat between you both. “Hm! Don’t mind if I do. Thanks for the kind offer.”

“No problem! Barkeep!!” Reba taps the table the 3 of you are sitting at quickly and turns to the bar- that’s quite close. She said it would be wise, this evening, to stick close to where the alcohol is kept. “Another round, please, for me, my quiet roommate, and our acquaintance.”

“I’m not quiet, Reba, I’m just not as drunk as you.” You lie, giggling and looking away when she points a stern finger at you. Instead of try to figure out what she means by that in her alcoholic language, you turn bravely to Jim instead. “So, how many drinks are you on? This is my second, and Reba… I think that’s her 6th coming now- I think.”

“7th! Gimmie some credit.”

“Oookay.” You agree, before showing Jim 6 fingers when Reba looks away towards her coming tequila sunrise. Its 6.

He winks, at least you think it’s a wink, and gives a rough-looking grin. “I haven’t started yet, actually, but I do think I can do better then that. And I can get you drinkin’ some more, too.”

“I have to be the responsible one around here. No, you can’t.”

“We’ll see, honey, we’ll see. After all~… we did finish my stash last night together. Oh, maybe that’s got somethin’ to do with you goin’ slow??” His grin is now utterly mischievous as your eyes widen and Reba turns slowly to the two of you again. No! Why! She wasn’t supposed to know, Jim!- Squinting, she tries to pull her thoughts together.

“You… wait, what do you mean you finished a stash together last night?? You’re not supposed to… you haven’t been… “ As you shrink down into your seat a little, Reba turns fully to you. “You went back to the hospital!??”

“Yes.” The word comes out more like a ‘y’ sound followed consecutively by an ‘s’ sound rather than a full word as you avoid her eyes and attempt to disappear.

“How many times!?” She exclaims, mind boggled.

“Just… a couple… of times… “You shrug, helplessly.

“Regularly. My sweet pumpkin here visited me regularly- didn’t ya sweetheart?” At this remark, you give Jim a wuthering glare- though, you don’t really mean it and he knows that as he shrugs and turns around quietly to order himself a beer.

“I cannot believe it- You’re dating this creep?? That’s where you’ve been all those nights?? Damn- “ As you sit there and listen to her, she picks up another tequila shot and downs it. She seems to calm, after that, wrapping her mind around this. Or, resign herself as she pours herself another shot. “I was hopin’ it was drugs, honestly, easier to swallow.”

This is the part where Jim wants to jump back in, a joke about swallowing on the tip of his tongue but you stop him quickly with a raised finger. “Nope- drink your beer.”

Chuckling, he obediently raises the cold beer to his mouth. “If you insist~ … “

“Ugh,” After taking a sip of the tequila straight out the bottle and shaking her head, Reba gets up from the table. “I’m- I’m gonna need somethin’ harder than this. Be right back. And- do me a favour? Get out all your gross, couple-y affections, while I’m gone, will ya? Thanks. I don’t needa be seein’ that.”

As Reba walks the short distance away to the bar, you quickly take the opportunity to turn and just raise your eyebrows at Jim. Expectantly. Like,… so?? What is up? What was that? Are you out of your mind???

… he just shrugs, still beyond amused at the chaos he created. “What?”

 Slowly, a devious smirk slides across your lips. “Ahhh- I get it.”

“What? What do you get?” That sobers him, as he lowers the beer bottle to the table and frowns at you.

“You’re secretly kinda sweet, huh?”

“Why do you say that?”

“Now we don’t have to hide from Reba.” You explain, picking up your own drink. “We can be together more, now. Don’t have to hide out in your cabin. I see what you did.”

Jim sputters, actually sputters, looking wide eyed and surprised at your allegation. “N- No no no, that’s not that I was doing. I was just trynta, uhh… “

“Very cute.”

“Excuse me, miss. I did not- “

“Okay.”

Jim stops, levels with you, and looks just a devious. “Hold on- what are we doing, here?”

“I'm teasing you for having it so so bad, for me??”

“Your friend said to get out all our gross, couple-y affections while she was gone. I think we still have some time… why dontcha give daddy some sugar, hm?”

[fific7]

Under Control

The Darkling/General Kirigan x Reader

A/N: The Darkling is a control freak, right? Handsome and suave into the bargain. Usually, you are a pretty confident person but you’re up against a master and really, you don’t stand a chance. This does not follow canon particularly, it’s all lemon zest 🍋

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including some sub/dom, and oral and unprotected sex, between consenting adults*. Ambiguous regarding consent to begin with. Drinking and some swearing. This got kind of long!

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(Not my GIF - all credit to owner)

General Kirigan strode angrily back into his suite. Sometimes his mother….! Gah! He could strangle her. She always managed to make him feel like a 9-year-old naughty boy. He threw himself into one of the many plush chairs adorning his quarters.

Where was his kvas? He’d barked out an order to one of the staff for a bottle of it to be brought here immediately as he’d walked back fuming from his latest encounter with his darling Mama.

The anger boiled up in his veins again. He would not allow her to thwart his plans. He just would not.

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You nervously made your way to the General’s suite with the bottle of kvas and glass he’d demanded of you on his way through the Little Palace. You’d been the only unfortunate staff member within earshot at the time, so it had fallen to you to get one from the stores and you were now hurrying back as quickly as possible. You knew that the General was not a patient man.

You hadn’t had any direct dealings with him before but his reputation preceded him, and your nerves continued to bubble as you walked as fast as you could without toppling the items off your tray. You were annoyed at yourself as usually you were quite an assertive person and confident with it. But the General made you feel anxious.

Hopefully you could just deliver these to him and then get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

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Kirigan heard a knock at his door and shouted at whoever was outside it to enter. He hoped for their sake that they were bringing him his bottle of alcohol.

He looked up and then did a doubletake as he saw a beautiful young woman, dressed in the white and gold kefta of a Grand Palace staff member, entering the room with his kvas. The General was allowed to avail himself of their services too, which explained why she was here in the Little Palace.

“General,” she bobbed her head deferentially to him and placed the tray on the small gilt table next to him. She was turning on her heel to leave when he shot out a hand and grabbed her wrist. His dark eyes drilled into hers and he was amused to see that she looked just like a rabbit caught in a trap. He was almost fully hard already.

“Lock the door, little one,” he commanded, “….and then return over here to me.”

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Your stomach churned.

You’d heard stories of the General occasionally choosing one of the waiting staff to spend the night with him. Any such opportunities were quite rare and some of the girls who’d been chosen in the past were constantly and jealously bitching about anyone who’d subsequently slept with him.

He was rumoured to be amazing in bed, according to those who’d been there.

And apparently it was your turn tonight.

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Your legs turned to jelly as you walked back to the door. He clearly intended to fuck you, and you were conflicted about that. Did you want that? Yes and no. Yes because the thought of sleeping with him excited you, no because you didn’t like the way he assumed he could just take what he pleased from you.

What would happen if you just left right now and ran off through the palace? But then reason kicked in as your hand reached for the door handle. He was an important and powerful man and also, you admitted to yourself, a very handsome one. Who wanted to have sex with you.

To disobey him would not be a sensible thing for you to do.

So you shut the door and locked it as he’d instructed you. Turning back towards him, you were disconcerted to find his intense stare already on you. As if you were something he could consume, like that shot of alcohol he’d just downed.

A little wave of - what? yes, fear - mixed with a thrill of anticipation you admitted to yourself - ran over you as you made your way back across the room to him.

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The General poured himself a measure of the strong alcohol while watching her walk back to the door, close and lock it. He threw back the shot and put down the glass.

She hesitatingly approached him once more and he let his eyes wander up and down her form. “Take off your kefta, darling,” he said, “…what’s your name?” She mumbled it. “Speak up, what is it?” Her head had come up and she’d met his gaze a little defiantly. She repeated it again, much more clearly this time and he said it back to her, voice low and seductive.

Her fingers fumbled a little as she unbuttoned her kefta, removing it and looking around for somewhere to put it. Now she was just in her linen blouse and trousers and his eyes travelled boldly over her curves. “Throw it onto that chair,” he remarked, indicating yet another fancy chair behind her. She placed it on the chair and turned back to him, a startled look in her eyes as she realised he was now right next to her.

While she’d turned away momentarily, he’d stood up from his chair and in just a few steps was towering over her. His hand went to her chin and tipped her face up towards his. He immediately kissed her, taking her by surprise judging by the little gasp she gave as his mouth found hers and his tongue dominantly pushed inside. His fingers were now busy undoing the lacing of her blouse and while still kissing her, he slid it open a little and then his hands were all over her breasts, massaging them roughly for at least a minute. Eventually he caused her enough discomfort that she tried to back away from him. He angrily grabbed her by the arms and put a stop to that, and as she stood immobile in front of him he again kissed her hungrily, pulling the clip out of her hair so that it tumbled down round her shoulders. He quickly moved his hands back inside her blouse once more and began to pull and roll her nipples with his fingers.

He leant down, pushing her blouse down some more and firstly sucked, then gently bit each nipple in turn. She gave a little cry of distress but that didn’t stop him. Now he firmly licked them, rasping his tongue over each nipple. Swirling that talented tongue of his roughly over the surrounding skin before going back to biting her nipples, doing this over and over again before beginning to massage her breasts once more. She was now submissive to him, standing stock still and receptive to whatever he wanted to do to her breasts, and this turned him on even more. The control he had over her.

When he’d bared her breasts a few moments ago, his first thought was that they were as beautiful as the rest of her and to his mind, it was his duty to pay attention to them. And he made sure he was paying them a lot of attention.

That this might cause her some discomfort didn’t worry him in the slightest.

He’d been certain she’d give in to him. They always did.

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He’d asked your name. You’d told him, and he’d repeated it back to you in a very sexy way. But you would notice later that he mostly continued to call you ‘darling’ the whole night.

You had literally just taken off your kefta as he’d told you to do when he was suddenly standing in front of you. Within a split second, not only had he been kissing you, but he’d also undone your blouse and started fondling your breasts, and he’d continued to do so for quite some time.

To say you were surprised at just how fast he’d taken things to the next level would have been an understatement. Now he began attacking your nipples, tweaking one of them with his thumb and finger while sucking, licking and biting at the other, before swapping nipples and starting again. You’d given a tiny squeal when he’d first bitten one of them but he’d just carried on doing what he was doing. And he’d been doing it for quite a while now, so much so that your breasts and nipples were feeling really quite tender.

Then he moved you quickly backwards, still playing with your nipples as he did so. You felt the back of your knees hit something then your back was flat on his bed with your feet still on the floor. He climbed onto the bed, knees on either side of you, placed his hands under your armpits and hauled you upwards until your head hit the pillows.

You just had time to catch sight of his hands fumbling at his trouser buttons before he began kissing you again and you could feel yourself becoming aroused - you couldn’t deny he was very good at this. His hands were now at the waistband of your trousers, the button was undone and they and your underwear were unceremoniously pulled down. Without further warning his very erect cock was pushed fully inside you, feeling absolutely huge to you. He seemed to relish the loud high-pitched squeal you gave when he entered you, grinning down at you as his hands went to your breasts again.

Giving you only a couple of seconds to adjust, he started thrusting into you deep and fast, kissing you again, tongue pushing inside your mouth, fingers playing with your nipples, before sliding a hand up your neck and closing his long fingers around your throat. This enabled him to hold your head down and his body pinned yours under his while he took his sweet time, continuing to thoroughly fuck you. Each of his thrusts were so forceful that your head hit the huge ornate headboard every time.

Gasping as he continued to thrust in and out of you, and despite the lack of clitoral stimulation, you could feel an orgasm building and suddenly you were shuddering under him. He tensed up and very quickly afterwards he climaxed, and you felt his warm seed being released inside you.

His head dropped down onto your shoulder, then his mouth was on yours again. His fingers sought your nipples once more as did his tongue. You felt him moving down your body and then his head was between your legs, his beard scratching your inner thighs, his tongue inside you, lapping at you and you heard yourself moaning like a little bitch.

Using his fingers as well as his tongue, rubbing your clit with his thumb, he’d brought you to orgasm a second time and he’d then slid himself back along your body to keep you pinned down.

“Mmmmm… that was really good sex,” he praised, kissing you again, moving his mouth to your neck, kissing and biting.

“Very, very good sex. Now, take all your clothes off, darling. Get some rest. Very soon I’ll want to fuck you again.”

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You watched him get up and strip his clothes off his long, lean body. He got under the bedcovers, lying down and saying impatiently to you, “Come on, darling - I want you fully naked for the next round. Get those clothes off, quickly now!” You stood up off the bed and all your garments were soon on the floor. He was patting the bed next to him while his eyes were eating up your naked body, “Here, right here, little one.” You’d lain back down next to him and he’d got on top of you again, pushing his legs in between yours so that he could pin you down again but no doubt so that he was already in prime position when he got his next erection. He fondled your breasts again for several minutes, kissing you hungrily while grinding his hips against you. You lay still, compliant, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to you. Then he settled down on top of you and was asleep within a moment.

That’s when you began to get mad. He’d used you to get off with angry sex, because he’d obviously been in a bad mood. Okay, he’d given you two orgasms but he hadn’t even asked you if you’d wanted to have sex with him. He’d just gone ahead and taken you. It was as if your opinion didn’t matter. You shifted out slightly from underneath his weight and fumed.

Your eyes began to close, just as you decided you’d need to avoid him like the plague in future so he couldn’t ambush you like this again. Very soon, you were dozing too.

Before long however you were groggily aware of his hard cock sliding inside you again, no warning, he didn’t even bother waking you up first. Angry, you tried to get out from underneath him but you only heard a low chuckle as his hands grabbed your wrists and he pulled your arms up over your head, keeping you in place again. He was already thrusting into you, fast like before, and you felt as if he might split you in two. His mouth was on yours then he moved to your neck, biting and kissing before he once again licked and bit your nipples. Again he managed to bring you to orgasm just from the sex alone, before he got his own release once more. He kissed you, open-mouthed, until you couldn’t breathe.

“Such good sex, darling,” he purred in your ear, “…you fit me like a glove. This is going to be a regular thing between us in future.”

Finally you found your voice, “Oh, you think so, General?”

He laughed, “I don’t think so, I know so, little one. It will happen because I say it will happen.” He pulled out of you and purposely let his wet penis drape over your leg. “This is the only dick you’re going to be getting from now on.”

As if to prove his point, about half an hour later he was on you again, pushing assertively into you and much to your annoyance, made you gasp and scream as he fucked you to yet another orgasm. You began to feel slightly crazed from all the intense sex.

You just prayed he didn’t get you pregnant, as he obviously didn’t believe in pulling out before he came. Somehow you knew that if you did end up carrying his child, you wouldn’t get much sympathy or help from the General.

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Sated, Kirigan began to drift off to sleep.

He was thinking, ‘Can’t remember when I last had such great sex,’ before snuggling into her, burying his nose in her hair and pulling her against him as they lay on their sides. He was now in a much better frame of mind, and was actually enjoying lying here with her - usually he didn’t like sharing his bed and kicked the women he slept with out as soon as he’d finished. ‘She’s going to sleep with me every night,’ was his last coherent thought.

Then he was fast asleep.

A couple of hours later, he awoke, feeling refreshed and still horny. She’s doing wonders for my libido, he smiled to himself. She was still asleep and he rolled her onto her back, pulling her more upright against the pillows. Then he straddled her as she began to stir, his erect manhood exactly where it needed to be.

“Open your mouth for me, darling,” he whispered next to her ear.

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You slowly became aware that you were being manhandled into a seated position, opening your eyes and wondering what was going on. Once your eyes had adjusted to the dim light, you saw a large and erect cock at eye level. He had you caged in with his knees, nowhere you could go.

Then you heard his command to you, and you immediately turned your head away. You didn’t want to give him a blow job. He tutted loudly, his hand grasping your chin and forcing your head back so it was facing forward again.

“Now, little one… you were doing so well,” he said, admonishing you. “Don’t start being a bad girl now.”

You made the mistake of parting your lips slightly, and of course he took that as an invitation. You felt the head of his cock move past your lips and then he was pushing the full length of his shaft inside your mouth. You felt it hit the back of your throat and your gag reflex kicked in, making you quickly try to move your head backwards.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing your head forwards again and positioning it exactly where he wanted it. “Now, suck,” he demanded and like an obedient puppy, you began sucking and licking him, even sliding your hands around the back of his thighs to give yourself some leverage. To be honest, you hadn’t sucked off that many guys and were in two minds about whether you enjoyed it or not. You had to be in the mood, and right now, you really weren’t. He began thrusting into your mouth and you decided you’d better get in the mood and pretty quickly, or else he’d end up choking you.

You had been blowing him for what felt like forever when a swirl of your tongue round his tip seemed to push him over the edge, and you felt him coming in your mouth. Swallowing quickly, you felt him relax his grip on your hair and you took your lips off him.

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“Good girl,” he breathed as he pulled out of her mouth. He was feeling happy, pleased. He liked it when they swallowed, and she had. All of it. There was barely a trickle of his juices on her chin. She sat with her eyes closed, taking gulps of air.

He laid on his back next to her, not bothering to get back under the covers. He would have to bathe and dress soon, he realised with regret. Was there time for more sex with her? Yes, he decided, definitely there was time. For at least another two sessions.

His hand went to hers, then placed it on his cock. “Stroke me,” he instructed her. She started moving her hand up and down, and he groaned. “Faster. Do it faster. And squeeze.” To follow his instructions, she propped herself up on her elbow beside him and increased her pace and grip. He smiled. He could feel himself getting harder by the second.

He sat up now and pushed her onto her back, her hand falling away from his manhood. He parted her legs and entered her, smiling once more when he heard her loud gasp. He loved hearing that. His mouth closed over one of her nipples and he licked roughly, feeling it peak as he swirled his tongue over it. He pounded in and out of her, and soon her body had travelled diagonally across the bed due to the force he was using. He stopped for a moment, dragging her back into the centre of the bed before continuing to thrust into her. He could hear her gasps and ragged breathing, could see the way her eyes were squeezed shut, the way she was biting her lip, all of which increased his pleasure tenfold.

Releasing inside her, he lay on top of her to get his breath back before pulling out and rolling onto his back. They both lay still for a few moments before she said in a low voice, “I need to go to the bathroom.” He nodded, waving his hand towards a door in the corner of the suite. He watched her naked body as she got off the bed and walked away from him.

Saints! He was getting hard again.

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You were washing your hands when you heard the bathroom door open behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you saw the General advancing towards you, a determined look on his face. Your eyes travelled downwards and you saw that he had yet another full erection.

“General!” you protested, quickly picking up the towel and drying your hands. “You may call me Aleksander.” You ignored this for the moment, instead saying, “I have to get dressed and report for duty.” He shook his head, “No, you don’t. You’re going to spend a little more time with me first.”

He pulled some large towels from the shelf and dropped them on the floor, crouching down and smoothing them out. He looked up at you and patted the pile of towels and when you didn’t move, he stood and picked you up as if you weighed nothing, a hand under your knees and the other under your armpit. He laid you gently down on the towels, but that’s where the gentleness ended.

He lay on top of you, immediately lifting your legs up and placing your ankles on his shoulders. Then he took hold of his cock and you tried to brace yourself as he entered you, but as usual the way the rough way he sheathed himself completely inside you and the new position he’d placed you in had you squealing. It angered you that he obviously loved hearing this, if the self-satisfied smile currently on his face was anything to go by.

He adopted his normal fast pace, holding your hips against his for greater leverage. This time he had you sliding across the bathroom floor on your raft of towels as he thrusted into you over and over again. Your head eventually bumped into the pedestal of the sink and as you now couldn’t move any further, it hit against this each time he drove you forward with his forceful thrusts.

With a long and low groan, he climaxed, kissing you feverishly and smoothing your hair back with one large hand. You didn’t have an orgasm this time - you thought that your head bumping off the sink had probably distracted you a little too much. He laid your legs back down on the towels and stood, holding out a hand to help you up. As you stood up, you noticed his eyes going to your legs and looked down. His come was starting to slide slowly down your inner thighs and as you looked back up at him, he smiled. “Looks like I’ve marked my territory - again.”

You chose to ignore his remark, merely saying, “I need to have a bath. Can I use yours, please?”

He nodded, “You can, but not right now.” He still had hold of your hand and started pulling you out of the bathroom, across the room and pushed you back down onto the bed.

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He can’t seriously be expecting to have sex with me again! you thought as you lay sprawled and naked on his bed.

But it seemed he was indeed expecting that. He flipped you onto your front, and you felt him against the outside of your thigh as he did. He was semi-hard so you knew you only had seconds before his manhood would be plunging back inside you.

He pulled your backside up into the air and pushed your head down into the pillow, seemingly trusting you enough not to hold it down. Taking hold of your hips, he entered you pretty quickly after that and you realised why he wasn’t holding your head down. Both his hands slid under your arms and he grabbed hold of your breasts. His pace was slightly slower this time, and your breasts were grasped and kneaded in synchronisation with his thrusts.

You were gasping each time he thrust into you, and he started whispering into your ear. “Do you like that, darling? Tell me you like it.” “I.. like.. it,” you managed to say in between his strokes. “Good girl. You’ve been such a good girl.”

He soon reached his orgasm, shortly after yours. He slapped your backside lightly as he climbed off you. “You know, I think you’re the absolute best I’ve ever had,” you heard as you collapsed onto the bed, “…you’re so obedient.”

You heard the bathroom door open and close, and breathed a sigh of relief.

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Kirigan came out of the bathroom, refreshed after his bath and ready to get dressed and start his day. But the sight of her still lying on her stomach on the bed was too much for him, so he flipped her over onto her back and ate her out so well that he had her gasping and writhing within a minute. She orgasmed with a scream and he laughed out loud, so very pleased with himself.

“Little one,” he said as he wiped his face with a linen washcloth, “…have a nice bath, just take your time. Don’t worry about being late for duty, I’ll handle that for you. Oh… and I’ll see you tonight, here, after dinner is finished.”

She just watched him from the bed, seemingly incapable of speech. After dressing, he leant down and gave her a long, slow kiss then left the suite.

He spotted the Palace staff supervisor as he headed for one of the large meeting rooms, ah - just the very person. He walked over to her, wishing her a good morning and mentioning her staff member’s name. “She will be late reporting for duty today. There will be no repercussions, she had… uh…” he couldn’t stop a devilish grin appearing on his lips, “…a very busy night.”

He walked off without waiting for an answer, having seen the knowing smile appear on the woman’s face. He knew it would be all over the Palace within minutes who he’d spent the night with.

His smile grew wider.

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Closing the door of the General’s suite behind you, you wobbled along the corridor as best you could.

You felt like you’d had sex with a piledriver for the past however many hours. And you could absolutely now confirm that he was amazing in bed, as advertised. You hadn’t been so thoroughly fucked in a long time. If ever in fact.

You were still pissed off with his attitude of entitlement and high-handed way of issuing commands, but the pay-off was mind-blowing sex. And his stamina! How did he do that? Of course, you hadn’t got away without him taking payment of sorts from you.

Hand going to your neck, you were glad you’d remembered to button your kefta right to the top. There were love bites all over your neck and chest. There were slight bruises on your wrists from where he’d gripped them. Unfortunately you couldn’t do much about the beard burn on your chin and between your legs. It was worst on your face, on display for all to see - you’d need to get some balm for that later on. Your nipples chafed painfully against the fabric of your blouse as you walked. Well, it was more like shuffled.

One of your co-workers passed you in the corridor and you greeted her as you walked past her. You found yourself on the receiving end of an absolutely filthy look and no return greeting.

What was all that about? As you approached your supervisor, you saw the mischievous grin she flashed you along with a wink.

Oh. Oh, right. Everyone already knew.

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Later that afternoon, you were asked to take a pitcher of water and six glasses to one of the meeting rooms. Glad to escape the hate-filled looks and jealous whisperings of your co-workers, you made your way through the corridors to the far side of the Palace.

Knocking on the door, you heard a muffled ‘Come in’ and, balancing the tray carefully on your arm, you opened the door and went in.

Oh in the name of all the Saints. General Kirigan was at the head of a long conference table, surrounded by his advisors and Ivan, his second-in-command. A smile appeared on his face when he saw it was you, and he beckoned you forward from where you’d come to a complete standstill.

“Ah! My most favourite member of the Palace staff!” he said as you approached him. He winked at you, and you felt your face grow red. “Please be so kind as to pour me a glass of water. The rest of them can serve themselves. Come closer, little one. I don’t bite!” The rest of the men laughed quietly and you stepped forward even more, stopping right next to him. “Or do I?” he whispered, so that only you could hear. His hand, concealed by the table, slid up the inside of your thigh. You were pouring his glass of water at the time and your hand jerked slightly, splashing one or two drops onto the tabletop.

“Ooh careful, little one. Did something startle you?” You shook your head, “No, General.” “Maybe you didn’t get enough sleep last night? Some man keeping you awake?” Your face was burning by now, and he smirked at you. “Never mind, you don’t have to answer, I think I can guess. Thank you for the water. You may go now.”

You dipped your head to him and left as quickly as you could. How dare he tease you like that in front of his men? Surely they must have a good idea what he’d just done and said, and what he was getting at?

Feeling so embarrassed you could cry, you walked quickly back to the kitchens.

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Just before dinner, as you were helping to set the table along with several of your co-workers, you saw the General walking into the dining room and start to head in your direction. Your heart almost beat out of your chest, what was this?! No, he must be here for some other reason, not to speak to you.

But he walked right up to you, and you were aware of your co-workers’ conversations suddenly stopping. He leant down and whispered in your ear, “I see your colleagues are taking a great interest in what I’ve got to say to you. Well, I’m just here to remind you to come to my suite right after dinner. And just to let you know that I’m going to spend all night fucking you again. Then you’re going to lay with me and we’ll sleep together in the literal sense. I like having you in my bed.”

He stood back up to his full height, before suddenly leaning back down again, one final whisper. “And that’s where you’ll sleep for every night to come. No arguments. You may as well give up your quarters as you won’t be spending any time in them. And… I can’t wait to be inside you again, darling.” His lips ghosted a kiss across your cheek and then he was striding off through the dining room again.

Judging by the looks on your co-workers’ faces, it was probably just as well you wouldn’t be staying in your shared quarters any longer.

You’d probably end up with a kitchen knife between your shoulder blades.

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[strawhateden]

That Girl is Mine - Bakugo

prompt: “she’s not yours” @opheliawritesxo​ addilyn’s nook: hello guys! this is my first post so please go easy on me, i have no idea how to work tumblr LMAO. also, requests are open :)

Bakugo was normally in a bad mood, but today he was extra angry. You’d think he’d be a little bit less angry than usual as the class got to visit the beach for a well deserved break, though, it was quite the opposite. The stupid grape boy wouldn’t leave you alone, and it was making the already angry blonde increasingly more angry. Bakugo normally ignores Mineta and his advances towards you. It’s not like you and Bakugo are dating, plus if Bakugo defended you he knew his friends would make a big deal out of it. He knew you were more than capable of defending yourself, and he knew you weren’t afraid to beat Mineta’s ass when you wanted to. Today, though, Bakugo was on his final straw with Mineta. The sexual comments were at an all time high today and he didn’t show signs of stopping them.  “Y/N, you look so sexy in that small bikini, you should wear it more often.” Mineta giggled as you ignored him and continued putting on sunscreen.  “Do you want help with th-” Mineta began. “Shut up.” You replied, glaring at Mineta. You didn’t understand why he couldn’t no as an answer.  “Bu-” Mineta began before he got interrupted once more.  “God, do you ever close that stupid trashy mouth of yours?!” Bakugo barked at Mineta, finally fed up. “She’s not yours, so shut up and get off her ass!” Bakugo angrily bent down, hands on his hips, as he glared at the small boy, as he trembled beneath Bakugo, nodding his head in terror as Bakugo angrily stood up and stomped back over to his beach chair, throwing himself down on it.  “She’s not yours?” You smirked, standing behind Bakugo’s chair, as you gently placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning forward. Bakugo moved ever so slightly in shock at the feeling of your hands. He turned around and glared at you. “Don’t touch me.” Bakugo scoffed, before hesitantly pushing your hands off his shoulders, and facing forward again. You didn’t want to cross any of his boundaries so you obeyed and ran off, grabbing a towel and running back over to Bakugo, laying it down next to him. “Oi, what are you doing dumbass?” Bakugo angrily glared down at you.  “Sitting, do you have a problem with that?” You blinked innocently, as he glared and faced forward.  “Don’t play your games with me, idiot, I’m not stupid.” Bakugo angrily turned in his chair and glared down at you. “What the hell do you want?” Bakugo glared, furrowing his eyebrows. “Who’s am I then?” You looked up at Bakugo, a smirk forming upon your lips. “What the hell does that mean?” “You said, ‘she’s not yours’...so whose am I?” You smirked, looking up at him, batting your eyelashes. “Quit it, I’m not talking to you.” Bakugo scoffed, looking away. “So if I went out on a date with Mineta, you’d be okay with it?” You inquired. You would definitely never even consider that, but you had to tease the angry blonde somehow. “You’d go on a date with the least likeable boy in the class? Yeah, okay.” Bakugo scoffed. Your tricks weren’t working on him, he saw right through your act. “Bakugo?” “Wh-” He began speaking before you planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for helping me.” You smiled, as he froze and his eyes widened.  “Did you just kiss me?” Bakugo blankly said.  “Are you mad?” You coughed, as he glared.  “...No.” Bakugo blankly replied and looked forward again. Internally, he was freaking the fuck out, but he would never let you know you did that to him. As you felt your confidence boost, you shot the question you were too afraid to ask just ten minutes ago. “Can I be yours?” You asked, as his eyes widened again. “You’re doing this here, now?” Bakugo scoffed. “It’s a yes or a no question.” You shrugged “If it’ll keep that creep away from you, then yes, I will.” Bakugo finally replied, as you jumped up in excitement. Little did you two know, Mina and Kirishima were secretly watching this whole thing. You were going to hear a whole lot about this later.

[fumblingmusings]

is evelyn as casual about sex as arthur or have societys views on women and sexuality had an impact on her? I'd guess that even if she herself wasn't bothered on a moral level she'd still have to worry about the general publics opinion in a way that arthur never really would.

Oh lordy this is so long apologies, also this gets explicit, so minors dni please.

I 100% agree with what you say! She is absolutely not casual about sex, but not because she herself is prudish. It's not a concrete headcanon I have, but I do picture most, if not all nations, are bisexual, and many have very fluid understandings of relationships. Some are monogamous, but boy is it hard to be with a romantic partner for hundreds of years with no end. Some will hop from partner to partner with no strings attached, other do genuinely love and adore their partners, and just like with humans, these relations come to a close, and they move on. One relationship may not be more true or real than the other, it's just different. If that makes sense.

My female England doesn't have a particularly high sex drive; she's just old and maybe even somewhere on the ace spectrum, I dunno, haven't quite made my mind up. Romantic? Oh for sure! Sexual? Only if the former is involved.

Problem is, she is extremely frightened of being judged, and extremely bad at being emotionally vulnerable. Humans are not worth getting emotionally attached to because they all die eventually, and no nation wants her because well... She's England. She doesn't want casual, but that doesn't mean she resents those that do. Just...not her cup of tea. So she'll sit, being the perfect case study for some freak Victorian doctor claiming hysteria and her womb being out of balance or some such nonsense.

There's this one quote which always makes me chuckle which was written in the late 16th century. It's exact phrasing shifts and is probably incorrectly cited as much online quotes are, but essentially:

"other nations have a saying that "England is a paradise for women, a prison for servants, and a hell or purgatory for horses," for the females have great liberty and are almost like masters, whilst the poor horses are worked very hard."

England as seen by foreigners in the days of Elizabeth and James the First (this phrase of England being a paradise for women pops up a fair bit, however their definition of paradise is not... mine).

Now don't get me wrong, English women's lives were shit for most of existence. They were just... less shit, or shit in different way, than some other countries.Like, in the fic I offhandedly mention that Matthew at one point could have and would have had the legal right to throw his mother into hospital and is in partial control of her finances along with Alasdair and Rhys. Which... is a wee bit fucked. Especially in terms of - mother country exerting control and influence over colony versus son exerting financial control over unmarried mother. It's a weird combo.

I think she's very conscious of how others would view her, but she herself is not bothered by what people get up to. She's too bloody old to be a prude. We are getting to how she feels about the utter lack of sex life she's had for... a few hundred years at this point. I am conscious that in the fic she hasn't had a single thought about sex. She will be getting some. Honest. Nearly there....

The problem with wanting to be a mother is, for so much of history, it has a certain requirement to meet first, one that a nation can't exactly meet unless in very particular circumstances: she doesn't have a husband. So she is super careful in the stories she constructs to excuse the kids presence by her side, whether that be a dead husband at sea, or little bastard children that her brothers' brought back who she oh so charitably raises as her own. That comes with its own baggage however, so they don't keep that one for very long.

In the chapter involving Alfred and Matthew in New England, she's incredibly frightened of being seen as a single mother of two as there is no father, and it's partly to save herself the ostracism, as well as to protect French Catholic Matthew, that she refuses to stay in a Puritan area.

She lives in a quiet part of England, and rarely has meaningful interactions with her people in a face to face capacity, and I think this comes from a very acute fear of judgement. In all manner of things, not just her sexuality. It's one of the reasons why she is so lonely.

Matthew, Alfred, Jack, Francis, her brothers etc. will all sleep with humans. I wonder if perhaps female nations feel - for most of history - that they have to stick with other nations? At the very least, this is what England feels, as she wants permanence too, but of course she is lacking in the romantic nation on equal standing to her who actually wants to sleep with her criteria for pretty much the 17th century onwards.

Her wealth and implied social standing protect her a certain amount, and the shift from claiming that the children are her biological children to her wards/aunt as time passes and the kids get older also reflects an increasingly intolerant society. The Victorian shift to wholesome prudishness partly came about as a backlash from how loose the Georgian period had been - specifically reflected in how messy George III's family was versus Victoria and Albert's. The Victorian's were also extraordinarily kinky, but it came with such shame too.

When you go back and look at any parish baptism register post the 1530s, even for the smallest parish, baseborn and natural children are not infrequent in the slightest. Church court depositions and then later quarter sessions are riddled with court cases of dad's not paying the child support they owe to the mother of their child, as are accusations of unfulfilled promises of marriages after a couple have sex but then the bloke moves on with someone else. I suppose you can argue that the frequency of events does not make them accepted, and it's also a question of how many of these babies were the result of genuine passion and not women being exploited, but I think it's worthwhile noting that women having sex was common enough that women would and could frequently take men to ecclesiastical courts about it. At one point in time, up to a quarter of English women getting married were already pregnant and pre and early Norman conquest it wasn't unusual for couples to co-habit before marriage etc., so... they be bonking.

Sorry. That was crude.

From a purely ecclesiastical, slightly deranged viewpoint, sex is for procreation, right (I mean it's not but you'll hear this argument often)? And... I'm not mad when remembering that one canon strip where it's implied that Francis potentially impregnated some one night stands of his, right...? And I don't want to go down rabbit holes of nations as spirits and their reproductive organs but... female nations don't get pregnant and they don't give birth. So why have sex? For the pleasure? Sinful! For the emotional connection? Get married first! Etc. etc. It's a giant trap. And England knows that. So she keeps to herself as much as she can, choosing loneliness over vulnerability, and using the kids as a vehicle to experience at least get one part of that human existence. I think this is why, say around post 1960, things get a lot easier for many nations in the West.

She never gives two hoots what anyone else is up to, their business, not hers. It's only if say... I don't know, one of her kids gets caught with their pants down and it makes their lives difficult in whatever home they are staying in, then she would have some choice words about discreetness. She's just trying to make their lives as painless as possible, but it does mean she seemingly permits or buys into toxic viewpoints, rather than challenge them. Too much like hard-work, too risky.

From her point of view though, she's been around when woman were flogged for sleeping around, or the man had the right to murder the other man for sleeping with his wife, or during the Commonwealth, men and women were potentially put to death if they were caught committing adultery, or go to prison simply for having sex period! That kind of punishment is not easily forgotten, that association of sex only permissible in certain scenarios is ingrained in odd ways, even if she doesn't actually believe it to be true.

One thing I haven't touched on, and I just don't want to, is any female nation (and male too) associating sex with violence. Darker fics can tackle the subject. England has been threatened with it, by humans, maybe even to the point of actual assault, but I want to avoid nations contributing such a thing to each other.

One thing I truly don't know enough about would be to compare England's understanding of sex and sexuality versus Ireland's. I've written previously about how I like to think of a female Ireland being a bit more free when it comes to gender restrictions, as England is and was far more likely to conform to expectations of what it is to be a good woman and mother (and wife) and with that comes sexuality, however Ireland's (deserved or otherwise) reputation regarding women and children out of wedlock and the Catholic Church etc. etc. is not exactly something I can confidently talk on. I'd like to think that Ireland though is much happier to form relationships with her people, much happier to live amongst them, not above and separate like her sister, which results in having sex from time to time.

This is way too long. I'll stop now.

England is absolutely going to get the D in two chapters fear not fear not.

[v-hope]

Tiger Lily

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, smut, established relationship, College!AU

Word Count: 11.3k

Summary: After finding out your boyfriend was the one to secretly leave flowers in your seat every week back in high school, you have many questions he’s willing to answer. And after finding out the reason the two of you had not gotten together back then was because of your ex best friend, the two of you decided that, first, you were never letting anyone else get in between you, and, second, you were making the most out of your time together from now on.

—Alternarively, the one in which you and your boyfriend finally get your place all to your own and he decides he’s not letting his nonexistent sexual experience stop him from having his way with you anymore.

Warnings: Virgin!JK (a.k.a. male virginity loss), fingering, cunnilingus, handjob (kinda), penetrative sex, protected sex, very slight (male) overstimulation, shy and confident guk keep switching places (when do they not), just very lovey dovey, very intimate.

A/N: Helloo, this is part 33 of my Social Media AU Tiger Flower, but you can still read it if you don’t follow the story. I’m actually shocked by how long this turned out to be but wbk I’m soft as hell for this couple 🥺 so please give it lots of love because I put a lot of effort in this ksñaks. I hope you guys enjoy! Oh, and also, I’m bolding the first and last sentence of the smut part, so if you don’t wanna read it just skip what’s in between the bolded words lol.

“I’ll get it” Yoongi announced when someone called on the door, leaving you and Jimin alone on the sofa as he rushed up to get it.

As soon as he opened it and Jeongguk stepped inside your shared place, bowing politely to your friends before his stare fell on you, you felt your heart race. Saying nothing, you gave him a closed mouth smile, having him do the same at the sight of yours. Although it hadn’t been longer than a week, it had been the longest you had gone without seeing each other ever since you became friends, and, even though you weren’t really showing it right then —as for some reason you were nervous as hell to see each other again—, it was unbelievable how happy you were at the mere sight of one another.

“We were just leaving” Yoongi informed, catching up on what was going on. After all, you had told both him and Jimin that your boyfriend would be coming over to talk things out.

“We were?” Jimin asked with furrowed eyebrows. “I just got home”.

“Let’s give them some privacy” he tilted his head towards the opened door so Jimin would tag along.

“I can go to my room for that”.

“Yah! We all know your nosy ass will eavesdrop everything that way” Yoongi called him out, and you didn’t miss the way Jeongguk had to lower his head not to show his amused smile, being already used to your roommates’ endless bickering antics by now. “Come on, let’s go see Jin hyung at his pub”.

Simple as that, Jimin left your side in a heartbeat to go to the door. “Well, I won’t say no to drinking” he admitted, stopping right in front of Jeongguk and pointing an accusing finger at him. “Take care of my baby”.

“My baby” Guk corrected him, mumbling his words low enough for you not to hear.

Although, unlike you, Jimin did hear —for that had been your boyfriend’s intention—, he said nothing, instead glaring at him the way he always did whenever that discussion over you took place at least twice a week, and walking out of the apartment for once and for all. Yoongi, on the other hand, gave the two of you a small thumbs up before following behind his friend.

And just like that, with the sound of the door closing, silence was quick to take over the room.

This was probably the first time ever since you met that neither of you knew what to say. Fuck, this was probably the first time in your life you didn’t know how to start a conversation. And it wasn’t like you could go over there and kiss him like you were dying to, could you? You had not completely made up yet. That’s what he was here for after all. To talk, not to make out. Although you weren’t really against that idea, and he most definitely was not either — the way his eyes fixed on your lips even all the way over from the door was enough to tell you so.

It had been a good couple of days since you had last seen each other after all.

“You, uh…” your voice came out quite unsteady as you stood up, fixing the plain t-shirt and cotton pyjama pants you were wearing. “Are you hungry?” you asked, walking towards the kitchen and having him quietly follow right behind as you entered it. “Wanna eat something? Drink something?”

He shook his head no when you turned around to look at him, resting your hands on the counter as you leaned against it. “Just wanna clear up your questions”.

You nodded, for that was what he was here for after all, to clear everything up so the two of you could go back to normal. So you could go back to being the happy couple you both loved so much.

“So what are they?” he pushed it when you stood there with no signs of wanting to speak any time soon.

“I just…” you shrugged, making yourself comfortable by sitting at the edge of the counter. “Why didn’t you tell me before that you were the one sending me flowers back then?”

He pouted in confusion as he came closer to you. “When?”

“When we were friends…”

“It would’ve been out of place back then, petal” he explained. “We were just friends and you were into someone else. It would’ve been awkward for us and I really didn’t wanna lose you as my friend” his voice couldn’t help but come out rather bitterly at that, remembering all the thoughts that had invaded his mind when he first saw his chance to let you know it had been him all along, all the thoughts that kept him back from telling you.

“And when we started dating?” you tilted your head. “You had so many chances to tell me, Guk…”

“When we started dating I just didn’t think it mattered anymore” he confessed, unconsciously resting his hands on your knees. “I had you, I really didn’t care about it anymore”.

“You could’ve still told me…”

“And how was I supposed to bring it up? It’s not something I can just say out of nowhere” he pointed out, having you nodding understandingly. “And what was I supposed to say anyway? Hey there, I’m your flower boy?”

A light laugh escaped his mouth when you playfully shoved him away at his words, mocking what you had once told him was the confession you had been expecting from your secret admirer. Holding your hands, he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, and hence, closer to him. Taking advantage of that, you intertwined your fingers, enjoying the familiar warmth of his hands as you admired the way he softly swayed them together.

“This is so surreal” you sighed.

“In a good or a bad way?”

You shook your head, not being able to give him a proper answer. “I just… I always wanted it to be you so bad, and for a good while I was sure it was you, but it made sense that you were into Sooyeon instead”.

Jeongguk furrowed his eyebrows, the mere thought of ever feeling something for her making him want to gawk. “How could that have ever made sense?”

“She was more like you” you pointed out, rushing to make your point before he could snap at you for comparing the two of them. “Like, yes, she was popular and had lots of friends, but she was the most quiet out of all of us. Believe it or not, she was really shy back then, an—”

“And why would I have wanted more of the same?”

“Huh?” you were taken aback by his question.

“You’re saying she was like me, then I don’t understand why would I have wanted to be with her” he said as if it was obvious.  “If I barely ever speak and so did she… I mean, how would that have even worked out?”

You shrugged, not being able to help the small smile that had started curving up your lips. “Is that why you fall for loud asses like me? So someone else will make up for your lack of talking?”

He chuckled at the teasing tone in your voice, allowing his hands to travel up to your thighs and tenderly drawing circles on them with his thumbs. “Not really” your eyebrows knitted together at his words. “There were a lot of loud girls who would not shut up to save their lives in our class and I didn’t really like them. If anything, they annoyed the hell out of me”.

“Why’d you even want to be with me then?” you wondered, being genuinely curious as to what about your loud, chatty antics, made you different to the rest of your loud classmates.

“You really don’t know why I’ve always liked you?”

You shook your head no. “Why is it?”

Taking in a deep breath, he took a step back so he could collect his thoughts before answering your question. “I don’t think you even remember when I just transferred to our high school in the second year, let alone my first day there. Mrs. Kang made me sit on the empty table next to yours and then proceeded to pass around a surprise test, and me being me, of course I forgot my pencil case at home that day,” he huffed, causing you to chuckle under your breath. “So I just sat there internally freaking out because I couldn’t bring myself to ask anyone for a pen, like I couldn’t move and my voice literally wouldn’t come out no matter how hard I tried” a breathy laugh abandoned his lips. “And I was accepting the idea of turning in a blank paper when suddenly a pen was placed on my table. So my eyes followed your hand back to your table and there you were with your eyes stuck to the test, solving the math problems like you had not just saved me from failing on my very first day as the new kid,” you laughed at his dramatism, however, you managed to remember about that moment. “And then as soon as the class ended you were surrounded by people and you were all talking nonstop and I didn’t know how to give you your pen back, so I tried to slide it into your table but you caught me and told me I could keep it, that it was a ‘welcome present’, and then you smiled at me and honestly that was it for me, Y/N”.

“It was?” you wondered in awe, eyes shining when he nodded.

“I didn’t like loud and popular people up until then, which is kinda weird considering Tae’s my best friend” a throaty laugh escaped your lips at his remark. “But although you were those things, you always got me. You just… understood, in a way. Like, you didn’t pressure me to talk or made me feel bad for not doing so, like the rest of the popular kids did. If anything, you would try to make me feel like I wasn’t all on my own whilst leaving me alone like I wanted” he tilted his head, wondering if what he just said had made any sense, knowing you understood his point when you smiled ever so sweetly. “Like when you added me to your group project one time and let me send my part instead of having to go hang out with you and your friends for an entire afternoon, or when you would invite me to your birthdays along with the rest of the class and then proceeded to tell me not to feel pressured to go if I didn’t feel like it. And even now, ever since the beginning you made me feel good about not really being into partying and barely ever talking”.

“You’ve been more talkative with me lately, though” you pointed out as you mindlessly played with the hair at the back of his head. “Although this is the most I’ve ever heard you talk”.

He chuckled, playfully pinching your thighs. “Don’t get used to it”.

“I won’t, I won’t” you chuckled, planting a chaste kiss to his chest. “Anyway, you said I get you but I didn’t let you do your part of the project on your own this year, though” you reminded him with a feigned pout that he couldn’t help but find the cutest. “And I force you to spend time with me pretty much everyday now. Will you forgive me?”

Jeongguk let out a throaty laugh, leaning in just enough for his lips to press to your cheek. “I got to date you now thanks to that, so you’re forgiven” he planted another kiss to the curved up corner of your smiling mouth. “And funny how you think you’re forcing me when half the time it’s me asking to hang out”.

You giggled. “We love a 50/50 relationship”.

Tilting your head ever so slightly to take a better look at him after hearing him chuckle, you were greatly surprised by his lips pressing down on yours.

Although you had jokingly said that last sentence, it was not far from the truth at all. It wasn’t just you chasing after him and wanting to be with him all the time, but him wanting the exact same all the same. So you could tell by the way he was kissing you right then. It was slow, painfully slow, yet the way his hands were firmly cupping your face to keep you from moving away as he deepened the kiss, could not fail to tell you just how much he had missed you, needed you, those past few days you were apart.

Pressing one small peck to his mouth, you tugged at the fabric of his sweatshirt to pull him closer to your body, later wrapping your arms tightly around his waist and resting your face on his chest — a content sigh escaping your mouth when his arms did the same with you and his lips kissed the crown of your head.

“It really never would’ve crossed my mind that you liked me way before the whole flowers thing...”

“Not even when that one summer we would keep running into each other at the park and you would catch me staring from time to time?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

The heat didn’t wait to reach your cheeks at that. You remembered that very well, for it was the summer you caught feelings for him as well, the one right before you entered your last year of high school. You would go out for walks on your own just for the sake of doing something other than staying in texting your friends all day long, and would run into him most of the time while he walked his dog, the one you now knew was named Gold.

Although you had talked in class more than once —or well, you had talked to him more than once—, you were not friends, and hence, neither of you got the guts to come close to one another to try and start small talk. However, that didn’t stop either of you from staring at each other when you were not looking. Sometimes you would catch each other staring, though, and you couldn’t stop an amused smile from curving up your lips when you remembered one particular time he had choked on air when you smiled at him after catching his eyes being fixed on you, just like he had choked earlier this year when you had asked him if you could sit next to him in class. It seemed to be a habit of his by now, at least when it came to you.

“I thought you were just judging me over the way I was always sniffing the flowers and taking pictures of them…” you admitted, for although a part of you did want to believe he was into you back then, you couldn’t really bring yourself to fully believe it.

He pulled you back by your shoulders so he could give you a questioning look. “Judging you with heart eyes?”

“Yah!” you called him out, feeling your cheeks burn.

Jeongguk laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “I really just couldn’t take my eyes away from you, you looked so hypnotized by them and it was the cutest to me”.

“Is that why you thought about secretly giving me flowers?” you couldn’t help but ask.

He nodded, lowering his head. “I know it would’ve been easier to just talk to you, but I really couldn’t bring myself to do it. Fuck, I even was a nervous wreck this year when you first talked to me,” a breathy laugh escaped his mouth. “So I just… thought I could do that for a while until I got the guts to confess. Although I guess a part of me really wanted you to find out, because whilst looking for different kinds flowers I came across tiger lilies and, apart from finding out they were my birth flower, their meaning just fit so well with what I wanted to do and I just—”

“What do they mean?” you asked.

“It’s cheesy” he let you know with pleading eyes, silently asking you not to make him say it out loud. “Like, really cheesy”.

“Come on,” you begged with pouty lips, getting a hold of his hands. “I’ll look it up on the internet either way if you don’t tell me”.

He shook his head in both amusement and embarrassment altogether, knowing well enough you would do just that if he did not comply right then. So, biting down on his bottom lip, he said: “Please, love me”.

Your eyebrows furrowed in clear confusion. “Huh?”

“They mean ‘please, love me’” he clarified at the sight of your puzzled face, and your heart skipped a beat as you froze in your place. “I told you it was cheesy”.

“No, no, it’s not that. I just… is that what…” you pressed your lips together as you tried to compose yourself. “Did you… do you mean that?” it was now his turn to look confused, tilting his head to the side because of it. “You want me to love you?”

And although to you it seemed like a complicated question to answer, to him, on the other hand, it wasn’t. So, nodding his head immediately, he let you know that was exactly what he wanted.

“Back then, even when we were teenagers and barely ever talked, and I knew nothing about love, I was convinced I was in love with you… even if I knew it was one sided. And now that I got to be your friend and then your boyfriend, I…” he took in a deep breath, staring down to your hands in his before his eyes went back to yours. “I know more than ever that I love you. I love you so much, Y/N. And I know loving someone takes time, and I don’t want to push you or rush you at all, but if you could just try and find it in you to love me back someday, I—”

The small chuckle that abandoned your lips caused his mouth to shut close in an instant, not understanding what was so funny about his words and for a split second there feeling uneasy. However, all his worries went away when you cupped his face in your hands, staring at his lips for a brief second before your eyes went up to fix on his.

“I already love you, you dummy”.

Not giving him time to process your truthful words, if anything, knowing it would take him a while to do so, you leaned in to steal a small kiss from his lips, pecking them ever so tenderly a couple of times until he smiled, finally understanding the meaning of your words and placing his hands on the back of your neck to keep you from pulling away as he sucked on your bottom lip.

“Say it again?” he pleaded in between kisses, not being able to erase the huge smile on his face.

You chuckled teasingly. “Nope”.

“Yah,” he let go fully of your mouth. “You’re always speaking nonstop and now that I for once ask you to say something, you won’t?”

“Exactly” you smiled brightly, giggling when he squinted his eyes at you and leaning in to peck his mouth a couple more times. “I love you, bun” you cooed, being done with your teasing way earlier than you had planned to.

And it was the way you loved him back, along with the way you had gone back to call him that pet name he was the softest about, what had him giving you one of those bunny smiles of his that made you come up with that name to begin with.

“You won’t say it back?” you wondered, batting your lashes for him to take a hint.

Nevertheless, he shook his head no. “I already said it twice, we’re even”.

“Yah!” you lightly shoved him off, only to have him standing right back in between your legs like he had been during your entire conversation. “Jeongguk-ah~”

“Yes, baby?” he played innocent.

“Tell me you love me” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

Letting out a light laugh, he cupped your face and gave your mouth a chaste kiss. “I love you, petal”.

You smiled sweetly, allowing him to plant a few more kisses on your mouth before you pressed your lips to the spot under his jawline, resting your face on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you once more.

“You should’ve confessed back then” you lamented, looking up to his face yet only being met by the sight of his chin. “Why didn’t you?”

He sighed, resting his chin on the top of your head and tightening the hold of his arms around your waist.

There it was, the most important question out of them all. The one he had came here to talk about, yet he had completely forgotten about as he had gotten caught up on making up with you instead. And now that things were finally good between you two, he couldn’t help but fear bringing up said person and what she had done would make things worse all over again.

“I was going to” he let you know. “That was the plan all along”.

Your eyebrows knitted together, sitting up so you could fix your questioning eyes on his troubled expression. “Then why didn’t you?” you repeated your previous question.

He sighed heavily, causing your body to tense up, as you knew right then you wouldn’t like what he was about to tell you. “Sooyeon…”

“What?” you pushed it when he stopped right after mentioning her name. “What did she do?!”

He bit the inside of his cheek. Although he had found out about everything a few days ago and had gotten some time to come to terms with it, it still hurt just as much. All the lost time and what it could have been, all the possibilities that could’ve come with having been with you as a couple ever since your last year of high school, still made his blood boil.

“She found out I was your flower boy one morning and she told me I was wasting my time…”

“What?!” your loud tone was a mix of both worry and anger. “Jeongguk, what did she tell you?”

He shrugged, a weak smile curving up his lips. “Does it matter anymore?”

“Of course it does” you argued. “It does to me”.

Letting out another sigh, knowing well enough he could not avoid this anymore, as you deserved to know the whole story just like he did, he grabbed your hands and gently held them in his — partially wanting to let you know it was alright, partially wanting to feel like it was alright. “She said you had told her you hoped it wasn’t me because you would have to give me a chance out of pity,” the look in your eyes right then made his heart hurt. “Because I was not popular, and I barely ever talked, so you would always be bored around me yet would have to pretend like you were not…”

“Bun, I never said that. I neve—”

“I know” he cut you off before you could freak out completely. “Petal, I know that now”.

“No, but she lied!” you raised your voice for him to hear you out. “I’m never bored around you, you know that, right? And the few times we got to talk back then I was never bored either, I…”

“Baby, I know…” he soothed you, cupping your face and pressing his forehead on yours. “I know. It’s okay”.

“Guk, I had feelings for you back then” you confessed, feeling your voice break.

He took in a shaky breath. Somehow, hearing that coming from you had hurt more than finding out from someone else like he had a few days ago. “It’s okay”.

And it was. It really was. You were together now. Somehow, you had managed to find your way back to each other years later and didn’t have to know what your lives were like without each other. However, the fact that it was alright, it didn’t mean it did not hurt. Because it did hurt. Thinking you could’ve been together ever since three years ago. How you wouldn’t have dated that asshole who broke your heart, and how he wouldn’t have gone three years of his life believing he was not enough. All of that, was not something the two of you could easily let go of.

“So all this time... you really believed I had said that about you? Even when we were friends, when we became a couple…” your voice sounded more broken by the second. “You let me back into your life even when I had supposedly said all those things back then?”

“Call me delusional, but I still really wanted to be close to you” he sheepishly admitted. That’s how he knew he would always have a soft spot for you, no matter what. “And anyway, baby, in my mind that was the high school you. You didn’t seem like the person who said those things back then at all when I got to actually meet you” he reassured you, then bitterly adding: “Now I can see why”.

You breathed uneasily. “You’re too good to me…”

“Yah, Y/N” he called you out immediately. “I told you, we’re not doing this”.

“But I really don’t deserve y—”

Your words were cut off by his lips softly pressing down on yours. Just like you would always call him out whenever he thought less of himself, hating it when he did that, he, too, hated hearing you say stuff like that about yourself.

“It doesn’t matter anymore” he whispered against your lips.

“Yes, it does…” you pouted. “She lied to both of us and we believed her. We could’ve been together ever since...”

“I know…”

“Three years, Guk. We lost three fucking years” you reminded him. “What if I hadn’t asked you to be my partner in the project this year, I mean, I wouldn’t even have you in my life and all because of her”.

“I know” he couldn’t hide the bitterness in his words this time. Because he knew very well what you were feeling, for he had felt the exact same a few days ago. “But can we just… forget about it?”  

“No, I want to beat the shit out of her” your determined, poisonous tone, could do no other than earn a loud giggle from him.

“Do that later?” he pressed his lips to the crook of your neck. “She already took enough time away from us, let’s not let her get in between us anymore. We’re making up now, it’s just us two...”

It was now your turn to giggle, relaxing under his loving touch and nodding your head in agreement before you leaned in to briefly press your mouth to his jaw. “We’ll just have to catch up on all those lost years then”.

He laughed under his breath, cupping your face once more as he leaned in just enough for his lips to faintly brush yours. “I guess we’ll just have to do that”.

Enjoying the sound of that, you puckered your lips up right as his soft ones came in contact with them, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck so you could deepen the kiss. Humming contentedly when his tongue made its way inside your mouth, you felt his hands let go of your face and wander down your back, holding onto your hips to bring you even closer to the edge of the kitchen counter, at which you reacted by wrapping your legs around his hips to help him create the friction between your bodies he was asking for.

You found yourself letting go of his neck to dig your hands inside his sweatshirt instead, smiling coyly at the way you felt goosebumps form on his skin. You had discovered not long ago he was quite ticklish on his sides, and you absolutely loved faintly running your hands along them just to get that reaction out of him.

He breathed heavily when your fingertips made their way up his abs, letting his hands go down lower from their current spot on your back and placing them on your ass instead, giving it a light squeeze as he took advantage on said action to grind his hips against your center.

“Mm…” you let out quietly, finding out just then how much you had missed feeling him close like that.

“You think they’ll be home soon?” he asked, referring to your two chaotic friends, as he peppered a trail of kisses down to your neck.

“They must be just getting started on drinking” you let him know, a smile curving up your lips at the sensation of his wet ones sucking on your skin. “Why? You got something in mind?”

The chuckle that left his mouth tickled your skin, feeling one last kiss being placed on it before his lips were briefly back on yours. “Only if you’re up for it”.

Your lips parted in a bright smile, without another word, shoving him lightly out of the way so you could place your feet on the ground — gently taking his hand in yours and having his adoring eyes stuck to you as you guided him over to your room.

Once inside, and as you let go of his hold so you could turn around to lock the door just in case your friends decided to come home earlier than expected, his eyes fell on the multiple tiger lilies he had left on your seat over the last two days, along with the bouquet of flowers he had sent over to your place earlier that day, all of them carefully lying on your desk by one side of the bed. Smiling at the fact that you had kept them all —as he had been worried you would’ve thrown them away when he first sent them—, he turned around towards you right as you were done with the door, cupping your face immediately and bringing his lips to meet yours in a quite needy kiss.

Walking you backwards towards the bed as he refused to break the hot contact between your mouths, he helped you lie down on it as he crawled over your figure, parting your legs open with his knee so he could lie in between them — a light laugh of his resonating against your mouth when your hands were back into his sweatshirt and the trace of your fingertips tickled his sides.

Wanting more of you as well, he found himself digging his hands inside your t-shirt just like he had grown fond of ever since that one time in his room, letting them make their way up to your breasts so he could tease them a little bit. Only, this time, he was met not by the thin fabric of your bra, but with your soft skin instead — feeling your nipples instantly harden at his sudden touch as a small hum abandoned your lips.

Not being able to hide his —very pleasant— surprise, he withdrew his lips from yours; wide eyes staring at you before they travelled down to your still covered breasts.

At his quite cute reaction, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle. “I’m wearing pyjamas, is it really that surprising?”

It shouldn’t be. He knew that very well, considering you had not once worn a bra whenever you slept over at each other’s. However, being so caught up in the moment, he had seemed to forget about that altogether.

Deciding to say nothing, he leaned down instead to trap your bottom lip in between his again, sucking lightly on it as his hands squeezed your breasts in such a way that left you wanting more in a heartbeat.

“Mm… fuck” you moaned ever so quietly when one of his thumbs teased your nipple.

Smiling at your reaction, he moved his kisses all the way down from your mouth to your collarbone, feeling your chest heavily move up and down when his mouth came close to it. Firmly placing his hands on the curve under your breasts, he lifted your body up with ease to adjust you up enough on the mattress so that your still covered breasts were now right under his face.

Not giving you a second to process what had just happened, he lowered his face to your chest, pressing open mouth kisses on the fabric that was still covering it, and getting another moan out of you when his hand went back to teasing one of your breasts under your t-shirt, while his hot mouth sucked on your other one over it.

“Guk, fuck” you gasped, feeling goosebumps form on your skin when his lips travelled down to your bellybutton and his hands abandoned your chest to tug at the end of your top instead.

Biting down on his lip, he glanced up to you before doing anything else. “Is it okay if I?”

Although his question had been left incomplete, you answered him with an eager nod of your head, wanting nothing but to feel his wet mouth on your sensitive buds already.

Tongue wetting his lips in anticipation, he lifted your t-shirt over your chest — leaving it still on yet completely exposing you to his eyes. And it was the way his eyes fixed on your naked chest like the world had just stopped, what managed to make you nervous enough to bring your arms up to cover them.

“I would’ve worn something hotter for you to look at if I had known this was going to happen” you couldn’t help but joke your way out of it.

Jeongguk laughed lightly, leaning down to peck your neck a couple of times, trying to ease your sudden nervousness. “I don’t think anything could ever top this”.

Because although he was sure getting to see you in lingerie would be one hell of a sight, he loved this view the most. He loved looking at you, with absolutely nothing on the way of your body and his eyes.

And just like that, his teasing yet genuine words were the last push you needed to relax under both his touch and stare, allowing him to gently grab your wrists and remove your arms from off your chest. Receiving a small nod from you when his questioning eyes fixed on yours for a second, he planted two short kisses to your mouth before they were back on your chest.

Your back curved up with the first lap of his tongue on one of your nipples, feeling your breathing become heavier when his lips wrapped around it without any kind of warning.

“Jeongguk…” you moaned in what sounded like a plea.

Wanting to hear more of his name coming out as one of your pretty moans, he swirled his tongue harder around your bud, right as his thumb teased the one he had left unattended until then - not many seconds going by before he moved his mouth over to it so he could tease it as well.

“Fuck,” you gasped when his mouth sucked on your skin. “Jeongguk”.

Catching on the way you had pushed your hips slightly up to try and get some friction out of his already hardened length, he found himself giving you one slow thrust that had you both moaning whilst wanting more. Instead of grinding on you again, however, he let go of your breast and let his hand wander down to your pants instead, palming your already wet core through them before he fidgeted with their waistband.

“Please,” you begged.

“Hm?” he hummed against your jaw, as he placed a sweet kiss to it before going to your lips.

“Your fingers” you managed to blurt out, feeling like you were losing your mind over the way his long fingers were now teasingly digging inside your pants. “Jeongguk, please”.

Although he found out right then that he  loved hearing you beg, he wanted the most to make you feel good, which is why he was quick to comply with your wishes. Palming you now over your damp panties, he felt your body shake at the contact — a gasp escaping your mouth when his fingers made the fabric aside and they started rubbing circle motions on your folds.

You felt warmer and way more wet than he had expected, and he felt the sudden urge to run his tongue along your folds to get a taste of your arousal. However, right then, he knew what you wanted, what you needed, were his fingers inside of you. So, he did just that.

“Ah, fuck” you threw your head harder against the mattress when one of his fingers made its way into you.

“You’re so tight...” he breathed out in amazement, feeling himself get harder at the thought of what it would be like to feel your walls tightening around his cock instead.

Slowly shifting his finger inside your responsive walls, he focused on taking in your facial expressions to try and figure out what pace you liked the most — sticking with a faster one after one particular moan had escaped your lips right after he speeded up his pistoning motions.

“Like that?” he asked nevertheless, planting a lingering kiss to your chest.

“Yes” you managed to blurt out, grinding your hips against his finger, being desperate for more.

Catching up on that, he added another digit, hissing at the way your walls had seemed to tighten even more around them. Opening and closing his fingers in scissoring motions as he tried to stretch you out so he could move around with ease, he felt your breathing become heavier by the second, letting out a choked moan when he experimented by curling his digits against your walls.

“Oh, fuck” you whimpered when he curled them once more, managing to hit with them that one spot that could make you come undone in a matter of minutes.

“Feels good?” he asked, admiring your factions as you were too immersed in your own pleasure to remember how to speak.

“Mhm…” you answered with a simple sound instead, mewling when his motions sped up their pace. “So good”.

“Fuck,” he blurted when he felt your juices running down your slit. “Baby, you’re dripping”.

“Jeongguk, don’t stop” you begged when you felt his fingers no longer moving inside of you, desperately grabbing his wrist when you felt them start to pull out. “Don’t stop”.

He reassured you with an intoxicating kiss that made you dizzy. “I wanna eat you out”.

Your breath hitched at his low words, feeling your walls tighten when you opened your eyes to meet his hungry ones. And you didn’t have to even think before you were nodding your head. You needed him, that was all you knew. No matter if it were his fingers, his mouth or his cock, you were desperate for him right then, and would let him have you however he wanted.

Kissing your lips one more time, he felt you whimper against his mouth when his fingers pulled out of you, causing you to close your legs as you tried to replace the way they felt with the friction your thighs could provide you with. It didn’t last long, though, for Jeongguk was quick to pull them open once more so he could remove your pyjama pants along with your panties, licking his lips in anticipation at the perfect sight he got of your dripping folds.

“Fuck, you’re so hot” he rasped, causing your cheeks to burn and another whimper escape your mouth when his thumb brushed faintly over your clit.

“Jeongguk, please” begging seemed to be your only way of communication that night, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the hell out of it.

Pulling you closer to him, he placed your thighs over his shoulders before he finally brought his face up to your heat. Worrying for a split second there, as he was not entirely sure as to what was the right way to do this, he decided to go with his instinct —just like he had done seconds ago when his fingers were inside of you— and begin by slowly sliding his tongue through your folds. The way your body had trembled and a moan of yours had reached his ears as soon as he did, let him know he was doing well.

Delving his tongue in your slit, you instinctively reacted by pulling your hips slightly away from him at the pleasure his ministrations were giving you, and Jeongguk didn’t hesitate before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to his mouth once more, sucking on your wet heat before he pushed his tongue inside.

“Oh, God” you whimpered when he started fucking you with his tongue. “J-Jeongguk, yes”.

Moaning loudly when he pushed a finger back into you, you grabbed onto one of your breasts with one hand, as your other one travelled down to entangle your fingers in his already messy hair, earning a muffled moan from him when you pulled lightly at it.

Curling his finger inside you the way he had found out drove you crazy, his mouth let go of your heat, planting a small kiss on it before he licked his way up your folds and stopped by your clit. Although he was not experienced in all this at all, he did know stimulating that small button of yours could work wonders, and he was willing to give it a try. The second he swirled his tongue around it and you cried out in pleasure, he knew it wouldn’t take much longer before you reached your climax if he kept applying pressure on that particular spot.

Tightening his hold on one of your thighs to keep you from moving away as your body writhed beneath him, he added a second finger inside you, sucking on your clit before his tongue came in contact with it again.

“Mm—ah, Jeongguk. Fuck” you cried incoherently, curling your toes as you felt your climax getting closer. “Fuck, d-don’t stop”.

Feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, he could tell as well that you were close. Pushing his digits deeper into you, he managed to hit once more that one spot you needed him the most.

“Right there” you let him know, curving your back when he followed your words and his fingers brushed over it once more. “Oh, righ—fuck!” you whimpered.

“Let go, baby” he rasped, replacing his mouth on your clit with his thumb and pressing down on it in circle motions. “Cum for me”.

The mere sound of that, along with the way his mouth had came in contact with your folds as his fingers kept fucking into you, were all you needed to finally come undone under his touch, crying out his name one last time as his fingers helped you ride out your orgasm.

Closing your eyes and letting the aftershocks take over your body, you moaned lightly at the feel of your boyfriend’s tongue running along your slit, tasting the juices that were dripping down on it and licking you clean before he made his way back next to you, hovering over your figure and kissing you hungrily yet somehow gently. One of his thumbs caressed your hip as his other one came in contact with your chin, drawing circular motions on your skin as you kissed him back — eyes still closed as you felt your body finally steadying.

“Was that alright?” he asked, planting a lingering kiss to your mouth.

Opening your eyes, you looked at him with disbelief written all over them. “It was amazing” you reassured him with a smile nevertheless, allowing his mouth to come in contact with yours once more.

Pulling him closer by wrapping one arm around his neck, you felt something hard poke one of your sides, causing you to undo the kiss and stare down to the outline of his hardened member against the loose fabric of his pants.

“Want me to help you with that again?” you teasingly raised one of your eyebrows, earning a small lip bite from him at the memories of how good you had made him feel not too long ago.

Although it took him a second, he nodded his head. A smile curved up the corners of your lips at that, only for it to be replaced with a frown when his hand stopped you from reaching for his cock.

“Not like that” he shook his head.

You pouted in confusion. “Then how…”

Wetting his lips with his tongue, he leaned down to brush his mouth with yours. “I want to fuck you”.

You felt a wave of heat hit your body at his words, for although he had just seen and touched pretty much all of you, and you had just offered to suck him off, you had thought that would be as far as you’d get, just like that one time in his room when it had led to nothing else.

“W-What?” your voice betrayed you by stuttering a bit.

“I want to fuck you” he repeated, sounding just as determined as he had before. “You don’t want to?”

“No, I want to!” you were quick to clarify. Fuck, you wanted to. “It’s just… You sure you want this? With me?”

“I’ve wanted to have you like this for so long, Y/N. I could not be any more sure” his words sent shivers up your spine. “Besides, sorry to remind you, petal, but you are my girlfriend, so…”

“That I am, huh?” you played along, pulling him down by the neck of his sweatshirt so your lips could meet his. “Then I guess I’ll be good to you tonight and let you have your way with me”.

Smiling contentedly at your words, he wasted no time in crashing his mouth on yours, burying one of his hands under your t-shirt to give one of your breasts a tight squeeze before he tugged at the end of the fabric — eyebrows furrowing slightly and puzzled eyes opening when you held your top down by pressing your arms to your sides, not allowing him to pull it up so he could take it off.

“Wha—”

“It’s unfair you’re about to leave me naked while you’re still fully dressed, don’t you think?” you pointed out with pouty lips.

Rolling his eyes in amusement, he sat up on the mattress so he could take his sweatshirt off, being followed by you right after, as you helped him get rid of it with a smile on your face. Now, you had seen him shirtless once, when you were having food in his room one evening and he stained his t-shirt with soda, proceeding to change into another one right in front of you, but you had seen little to nothing of his torso, as he had turned almost fully around as he did so. And hence now, you could not hide the hungry look on your face as you stared at his toned chest.

“My eyes are up here” he teased you with an amused smile, causing you to send a playful glare his way.

“You didn’t exactly look into my eyes either when you pulled my t-shirt up, so…”

He chuckled at your snarky remark, leaning in to connect his mouth with yours and then tugging once more at the end of your top, just like he had done a minute before. This time, however, you pulled your arms up, letting go of his mouth so he could get rid of that one last piece of clothing of yours that was bothering him so much.

Not wasting any more time, you helped him out of the rest of his clothes as well, giggling against his lips when they needingly crashed on yours once more, with one swift movement lying you down on the mattress as your curious, wandering hands became familiar with each other’s bodies.

A raspy moan escaped Jeongguk’s throat when your hand stroked his member, being followed by a choked one when you tightly wrapped your hand around it, gently moving it up and down his length.

“Fuck, Y/N” he breathed heavily, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he unconsciously thrusted into your hand. “I need you”.

You smiled at the sound of his begging words, leaving a small kiss on his naked shoulder before you released his member from your hold and pushed him on his back, letting him adjust into a more comfortable position as he rested his back against the headboard, before you sunk your knees down on the mattress on each side of his lap — his hands immediately resting on the curve of your waist and a shaky breath coming out of his mouth at the feel of your wet core rubbing ever so faintly against his cock.

“You sure you want this?” you asked.

He eagerly nodded his head, pulling you back to meet his swollen lips. “I want you so bad”.

Feeling a wave of heat rushing through your body at that, you nodded your head, pecking his lips one more time before you reached for your nightstand, opening its small drawer and taking a condom out of it. Going back to your boyfriend, you were met with his rather taken aback expression.

“You knew this was going to happen or…” he questioned with a raised brow and a teasing smile.

You shook your head as a shy smile curved up your lips. “The two idiots I live with filled my drawer with them when we started staying over at each other’s regularly” you explained with a roll of eyes. “They also left a box full of them in my closet”.

Jeongguk laughed wholeheartedly at that. “Well, that’s good to hear. They will come in handy”.

Laughing along with him at his joyful remark, you opened the small envelope in your hands, pulling slightly back so you were no longer hovering over his member and could slide the condom on it with ease — feeling Jeongguk’s breath hitch at both the unfamiliar feel of the thin latex around his length, and the familiar one of your hands on it. Staring back at him once you were done, you stole a sweet kiss from his lips, hearing him moan against your mouth when your hand was once more wrapped around his cock, pumping it a couple more times as you aligned it with your entrance.

And then, locking eyes with him for a second, you kissed him slowly. As slowly as you had started to sink down on him.

Letting go of the kiss as he involuntarily tilted his head back, Jeongguk let out a loud moan, immediately getting lost into what was without a doubt the most pleasure he had ever felt. And he knew right away that your warm, wet walls wrapping tightly around his member, was something he could easily become addicted to.

Staring lovingly at the way his eyes remained closed and his mouth slightly open, you couldn’t help but moan as well as you pushed down lower on him, feeling your walls stretching as you tried to take his entire length.

“Fuck” he rasped when he was completely inside of you.

Tightening his hold on your hips, he pulled you slightly closer to him on his lap, not being able to hold back a blissful chuckle at the way the friction he had just created made him feel.

“What is it?” you wondered with a smile of your own when he leaned in to rest his forehead on your shoulder.

“It feels so good” he let you know with another chuckle.

Joining him on his sudden outburst of joy, you let out a light laugh just as he pressed an open mouth kiss to your shoulder, loving to be the one who got to share this moment with him — to be the one he wanted to share this moment with. Pressing a small kiss to the top of his head, you placed two fingers under his chin to push it up and have him look at you. Once he did, you leaned in to steal a lingering kiss.

“I love you” you said for the third time that night.

He smiled brightly, bringing his lips up to yours and locking them in a slow kiss. “I love you more”.

Opening your mouth to fight him on that, what came out of it instead was a choked moan after he pulled your hips down on his cock.

“Jeongguk, fuck” you let your forehead fall to his shoulder when he pushed his hips up to yours.

Slowly rolling your hips, you met him right as he thrusted up on you once more, causing a small moan to make its way out of his mouth. “Mm… baby…”

With his hands firmly grabbing your hips, you let him guide the pace as you rode him, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your forehead on his as the two of you grew used to the rhythm he was leading. Closing your eyes, you let your heavy breathings mix as they were now, along with a few moans here and there, the only sound filling your silent bedroom.

“O-Oh, fuck” you gasped when he pulled you down harder on him, somehow managing to push deeper inside of you.

You leaned slightly back when he repeated said action, tilting your head back as well and then humming quietly when you felt his warm lips wrap around one of your breasts, slowly sucking on your nipple, as you had just given him the perfect opportunity to do just that, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pulling you closer to him as you kept rolling your hips at the same pace he had created for you before.

“Mh—ah! Fuck” he moaned when you pushed your legs up, enough for only half of his cock to be inside of you, to later take it all in again. “Y/N…”

Doing it again, you couldn’t stop the whimper that had just abandoned your mouth as his length had managed to reach that soft spot of yours. Needing more of him, you sped up the pace of your grinding against his hips, feeling him finally let go of your sensitive bud to let his sweaty forehead rest in the crook of your neck as his moans became louder by the second.

“Wait, wait” he demanded breathily, placing his hands on your hips and firmly holding them down so you would stop moving. “Stop”.

“What’s wrong?” you worried, doing as told in a heartbeat.

He shook his head no, quietly letting you know nothing was really wrong, as he buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck and closed his eyes while he tried his best to catch his breath. “Feels too good” he admitted in a raspy voice. “Don’t wanna cum yet”.

You giggled under your breath, finding silent joy on the fact that he hadn’t asked you to stop because he wasn’t enjoying what you were doing, but because he was liking it too much.

Lowering your head to his shoulder, you planted a small kiss on it. “You can cum if you want” you let him know, pressing another soothing kiss to the crook of his neck. “I understand”.

He shook his head no, letting out a heavy sigh as his thumbs drew tender circles on your skin. Maybe it was his ego, or just the fact that he really wanted to make you feel good too, maybe both, what made him refuse to let himself go right then, no matter how bad he wanted to. No matter how hard it was not to.

Smiling sweetly at him, you brought one of your hands up to his damp hair while your other one caressed his back, entangling your fingers in his dark locks as you waited for him to come down from the high he had been about to reach. Letting out a sigh when he felt like he could finally breathe again, he placed his hands on your back to pull you closer — lips looking for yours when your naked chest pressed on his.

Kissing him hard, you opened your mouth for his tongue to meet yours after it had traced your bottom lip, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and trying your best not to roll your hips like you were dying to. Although you didn’t have to hold back for much longer, for with one last kiss and with his warm hands still holding you down on his cock, he pushed it deeper inside of you.

“Fuck” you gasped at the sudden stimulation, taking it as your cue to start moving as well.

“F—Y/N” he moaned when your hips met his in the middle, as they pushed into you once more.

Helping you lead the pace once again, he held you by the waist, digging his fingers into your hot skin and deciding right there, as you moaned his name and your walls tightened around his cock, that he wanted to take over from then on. So, with a swift movement, you were now under him as he laid your back on the mattress — a light moan escaping your lips when he pulled out of you to make you more comfortable on the bed, immediately becoming whiny as you missed his whole length inside of you.

“No, don’t stop fucking me” you pouted, breath hitching when he grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to where he was sitting down on the mattress. “Jeongguk, please”.

He smiled at both the sound and sight of you right then, really enjoying them one hell of a lot. It was your messy hair, swollen lips and naked chest that moved up and down as you breathed heavily, along with the neediness in your voice as you were begging for him once more, what made it easy for him to decide he liked being in control.

Catching your bottom lip in his mouth as he adjusted himself in between your legs, he heard you beg one more time against his lips. However, just as you did, he felt one of your hands desperately go down to your center so you could feel something inside of you. Only you didn’t get to, for his hand grabbed your wrist right before your fingers could find their way inside, managing to grab your other one as well and pin them over your head as he pushed his hips down enough for the head of his cock to align with your wet center.

“I’m the one fucking you tonight, petal”.

You moaned at the sound of his words being murmured against your neck — the way such sweet pet name had been said with such a lustful tone right then, making you somehow even more needy for him.

“Please,” you breathed out, overwhelmed by the way his mouth teased the sensitive skin of your neck and he rubbed his cock against your core, not quite pushing into you yet. “Jeongguk, please. I need you”.

“What was that?” he wondered teasingly.

“I need you” you repeated. “Jeongguk, please. Please fuck m—ah!” your head was thrown back in pleasure when he slammed his entire length into you, just the way you were so badly begging for.

Hungrily kissing your mouth, he muffled the moans that came out of it with each thrust of his hips — letting go of your lips as a low groan made its way out of his throat when your walls wrapped tighter than he had felt them do that evening, as you were getting closer to reach your high.

Letting his forehead fall to your shoulder, he muffled a cry against your skin as you wrapped your legs around his waist and your walls tightened once more against his cock, knowing right then he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Harder” you pleaded breathily, arching your back as he wasted no time in complying. “F-Fuck, Jeongguk. Ah!”

“Y/N” he rasped your name, feeling his inevitable release about to hit. “Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum”.

Not being able to form any kind of coherent sentence right then, you settled for an eager nod of your head to let him know it was okay. Digging your nails on the wet skin of his back, you scratched your way down on it when he once again managed to find that one soft spot of yours that had you crying out in a second.

“Right there,” you desperately let him know, feeling your legs start to give up when he kept hitting it with each of his thrusts. “Fuck, right there”.

“A-Ah, Y/N, I’m—” he stumbled upon his own words, not being able to hold on anymore given how much tighter you were getting now around him. “Mm… I’m gon—ah!”

Groaning one last time, he let himself go like he had fought so hard not to — your pulsating walls around his cock finally driving him over the edge.

Although overwhelmed by the intense wave of pleasure running through his body, beginning to feel dizzy even, he did not slump down on you to catch his breath like he so badly needed to. Instead, he kept riding his own orgasm — his thrusts becoming sloppier yet rougher as he greedily tried to drive you over the edge, too.

And it was only a matter of seconds before you did.

“J-Jeongguk, I’m—ahh!” you cried out one last time, feeling your shaky legs give up as you came undone beneath him.

Helping you ride out your orgasm as well, Jeongguk whimpered at the overstimulation, finally letting his body slump down on yours and burying his face on your neck, as he felt his body tremble with each spasm of your walls around him. Feeling his hot, heavy breath hit your sweaty neck as the two of you desperately tried to catch your breath, you entangled once more your fingers on the hair at the back of his head — fingertips ever so tenderly moving in circular motions in a soothing way.

Closing your eyes for a couple of seconds, you felt his thumb caress one of your sides, later having you opening your eyes when he pressed two brief kisses to the crook of your neck and a breathy laugh of his was soon to follow right after.

“What’s so amusing?” you wondered, feeling the corners of your mouth curve up when another chuckle of his reached your ears.

“That was amazing” he confessed, causing your face to burn as your smile grew wider. Pressing one of his arms down on the mattress, he held his body up so he could lock his eyes with yours. “Was it okay for you?”

You bit your bottom lip, shyly looking away for a split second before your eyes focused back on his. “Jeon Jeongguk,” you called his name in a serious tone.

“Hm?”

“You made me cum twice” you reminded him, loving the sight of his already flushed cheeks turning even more pink than they already were. “I think that speaks for itself”.

He let out a shy laugh, tilting your chin up as he brought his lips down to yours and kissing you sweetly for a good couple of seconds, later moving his lips over to press an open mouth kiss to your cheek before he finally pulled out of you. Removing the condom from his member, he crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for the small bin you kept under your desk next to your bed, bringing it closer to him and throwing the used latex into it before he went back to lie on his stomach next to you — blissfully letting you kiss his lips once more like you had just reached up to.

“I’ll get better at it” he promised, earning a quiet giggle from you.

“Well, we do have three years to make up for, so I guess we’ll both get a lot of practice” you pointed out coyly.

“And we don’t have to worry about running out of condoms anytime soon” he reminded you, amusement clear in his voice.

Throwing your head back on the mattress, you allowed a throaty laugh to escape your mouth, later looking back at him and bringing your hand up to cup one of his cheeks. Gently caressing it a couple of times, you puckered your lips up for him to come closer and cut the space between your mouth — smiling softly when he complied in a heartbeat, slowly sucking on your bottom lip.

“I love you” he mumbled on your lips, loving the way he was finally able to say it freely, knowing you felt the same, like he had been aching you to all along.

“I love you more” you repeated his previous answer with a smile.

Kissing your lips chastely, he shook his head no, tilting his head towards the flowers that were taking over your desk. “Those are proof that I love you more”.

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Those are proof that you’ve loved me for longer, it’s got nothing to do with the amount of it”.

“Mhm…” he nodded his head, letting you know with both the tone of his voice and the look on his eyes that you were not convincing him. “Whatever works for you, petal” his lips turned into a smile as he let his back slump down on the bed.

“Yah,” you gently shoved him off, feeling your heart skip a beat when you heard him laugh.

Pulling you to his chest by wrapping an arm around you, he planted a kiss to your forehead. Although you had sighed contentedly after resting your face on his chest, he didn’t miss the way your mind was quite absent right then.

“What’s wrong?” his eyebrows knitted together, growing somewhat more confused after following with his eyes to where yours were staring at and having them fall on the flowers.

“Nothing” you smiled, unconsciously running your fingers along his chest. “I just wish these particular ones would last forever”.

Smiling as he adoringly stared at you, he hugged you closer to his body. “I can get you all the flowers you want”.

At that, your head snapped up so you could lock eyes with him. The mischievous smile that had just formed on your mouth as you cockily raised one of your eyebrows, letting him know right away he was about to regret what he had just said. “You’ll be like my flower daddy then?”

Yup, there it was, the regret.

“Anddd, you ruined it” he lamented.

Letting his head fall back down on the mattress, he closed his eyes as he tried his best to fight the smile that was threatening with taking over his face, knowing he would fail miserably at it when he heard you chuckle next to him — finally giving in to it and laughing as well as you peppered open mouth kisses around his face.

Although popular, loud, chaotic, bubbly, impulsive as hell, and just the complete opposite to what he was, he could not be any happier it was you the one his heart had chosen to fall irretrievably in love with.

[oftenderweapons]

Dirty ABCs | Jungkook and Candy

Let’s celebrate birthday boy with early NSFW alphabet!!! LET’S GOOOOO

Pairing: Jungkook x reader/OC (Candy)

Wordcount: 2.1k

Genre: headcanons

Rating: 18+. Minors, do not interact.

Here’s my masterlist, enjoy!

Trigger warnings: switch!jk, switch!candy, swearing. Unprotected sex (penetrative and oral — REMEMBER TO USE PROTECTION AND GET CHECKED REGULARLY), double penetration, quickies, creampie, cockwarming, cum eating. Marking, biting, scratching. Masturbation, boobjobs. Mention of mommy kink. Public foreplay, semi-public sex, exhibitionism. Degradation, praise kink, dirty talking, edging, sensory deprivation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms. Predator/Prey dynamics. Choking. Bondage. Toys (vibrators, cockrings, sex swing… 👀). Mild torture (?). Platonic spanks.

Beta read by my better half, @joheunsaram

Aftercare: Jungkook likes cuddles and pillow talk after sex. He’s very traditional about it. He enjoys how vulnerable he feels and how tender Candy is towards him. He really enjoys the softness of it all, and most importantly being babied. He wants tiddies and a nap. Candy is all about spoiling her boyfriend after he’s burnt out and satisfied. She loves how pliant and open he feels afterwards, how easy it is to connect with him and just let him vent about his worries.

Body part: Another tiddie man. He just loves how soft and relaxing it feels to rest his head on Candy’s breasts. He also loves her hair and how good it always smells. He lives to nuzzle into her neck and breathe her in. Candy loves Jungkook’s back. It’s the sexiest thing ever and she likes watching his back muscles flex when he’s fucking her. She also loves his waist, so dainty and feline. And of course his eyes. She could stare into his loving dark irises for hours. They’re so expressive.

Cum: Inside. Jungkook always wants inside. Her mouth is a close second, but if given the chance he wants to sink deep into her and bathe in the scent of her while sheathed in her warmth. It feels natural and romantic and loving. There’s no other place he would want to be other than inside her, all the time. Candy is okay with anything he wants. Watching his peaceful, serene expression after he’s fucked her hard and has found his orgasm inside her is ultimately one of the reasons why she loves having sex with Jungkook.

Dirty secret: Jungkook had been secretly nursing a mommy kink for a while. It did pop up once during one of his and Candy's little encounters, but it's not something he feels ready to face. He is so ashamed of it. Candy is really into Jungkook being her whiny, subby, precious good boy. She only wants to spoil him rotten all the time. However she can't stop thinking about all the girls out there willing to give up a lung to have a one night stand with him. Sometimes she just wishes she could dominate him in public. Tie him up, ride him raw till he's dry.

Experience: Jungkook has had only one partner, with whom the sex felt pretty awful. He didn't really think he was into it or could go that wild before he and Candy started sleeping together. Candy is fairly experienced. She has had three or four short term relationships. Maybe a couple flings.

Favourite position: Jungkook can't pick just one. Well, actually yes: missionary, but with Candy's legs pressed together and thrown over his shoulder but also spread apart, her knees pressed to her shoulders. Candy really likes it when he picks her up and fucks her against the wall, or when he gets really creative. That usually entails lots of laughing and joking and communicating.

Goofy: maybe. It depends. If they're making love, then I do see Jungkook getting emotional and Candy brightening the mood with cute jokes and compliments. They do tend to be goofy when they're together, but usually not during sex. It's either a very emotionally raw moment or vicious fucking.

Hair: Jungkook shaves. He's a neat freak and shaves. He does so religiously. Candy is not that consistent, sometimes she shaves, sometimes she trims. Depends on the mood.

Intimacy: it's very demure but it's there. You wouldn't notice it because the moment Jungkook enters beast mode, it's pretty much degradation and overstimulation all over the place. But it's there too! It's in the mere fact that he trusts her enough to forget how to be civil and decent and just unleashes himself all over her. For the first ten times or so it's shy and attempted, he tiptoes around the very edge of control, but once she tells him she loves him, he goes all out and never stops. He explores and pleases. That's his nature. Candy is the one that grants intimacy the most. He knows he can go wild because she's his anchor, keeping things loving and gentle and tender even through the storm. Now, once Jungkook subs though… intimacy galore. Little touches and small kisses and endless tight hugs. Her first goal is to make him feel safe. And that happens through intimacy.

Jack off: These two? Really? No, you didn't understand. If Jungkook has even a remote chance of cumming inside her, there's no way he's masturbating. He will 300% ignore his instincts until he can have her. And it's pretty difficult for Candy not to be in the mood — or not to get into the mood, if need be. She's also not one for masturbating. She does it only when he's not available, be it because he's abroad or he's too busy. But he's always her first choice. Generally speaking it might happen that he's not in the mood and she decides to take a quick shower and deal with it herself, but usually he's joining her after a couple minutes, his mind changed, a bunny smile on his face as he winks and hops in.

Kink: First and foremost, cockwarming. Creampies shortly after. Candy has a thing for marking him, especially scratches down his muscular upper back. Their kinks depend on who's domming: if it's Jungkook, there's plenty of degradation and high chances of predator/prey dynamics. He gets very horny if Candy plays hard to catch, and he discovers it accidentally, after Candy stole the last serving of his favourite snack. Useless to say, the snack was forgotten and they fucked on the floor. Candy likes choking (receiving) and pretty much anything Jungkook is willing to try. She can't wait to try double penetration with him, she's just waiting for him to open up about the topic. When domming, she's into sensory deprivation, bondage, praise kink and edging, especially when boobjobs are involved, since JK is particularly sensitive about the topic. As long as she has him whining and begging below her, she's ready to try anything.

Location: Well, the bedroom is the place of choice for most occasions. Not always though. The shower is a strong opponent. If they do get naughty outside of their home, it's usually in quite private places too. Hotel rooms. Club or restaurant bathrooms. Foreplay in the lift and on the dance floor — mostly Candy rubbing herself all over Jungkook. Well, they did get nasty in a cave once, but that's another story.

Motivation: as I said, playing catch with Jungkook is always a good way to get him in the mood. He's extremely weak for breasts, so anything regarding those is a hot topic too. Candy often wears loose/low neck shirts and leans over, offering him a glimpse of her lack of bra. Low neckline and no bra usually means "please, fuck me across the living room, thank you" in Candy language. While for Candy, watching Jungkook work out or just get sweaty and flirty is a total panty snatcher. You'll find her bent over, ass up, ready for the take.

No: Jungkook doesn't like receiving degradation. Memories of his ex make him uncomfortable with that. Other than that, he strongly opposes to anything that involves hardcore domination. He can be a dom, but he's extremely sensitive about what he does and some acts are a bit too aggressive for his opinion. Candy hadn't tried anything unconventional before Jungkook, and so far all her past no's have turned into hard yes with Jungkook. She's still exploring her limits.

Oral: Jungkook? Hell yes. He likes receiving but he by far prefers giving, especially when Candy is domming or directing him. He could do that for hours, and his love for the act almost rivals that of our local kitty cat Yoongi. His true joy is being rewarded going for multiples with his head between Candy's thighs. Especially if he's cum inside her. Not too fast though, he needs some cockwarming first. Candy is a true fan of giving head. She especially likes doing so when Jungkook is in a subby and bratty mood. Listening to him getting vocal about his appreciation is always the greatest compliment to her, and also an excellent way to discipline him when he gets cocky.

Pace: Fast. Hard. That's all there is. If he's setting the pace, it's outright demonic, hitting at least 74bpm (it's Kiwi by Harry Styles in halftime). Yes, he can go slower, usually when he's in lover boy mode or even better, when he's trying to show Candy who's the boss. Slow, lazy rolls of his hips reaching unknown depths. If Candy's on top/domming it's all about it being intimate, calm, relaxing even. She wants Jungkook to explore a sensuality he is too rushed and forceful for. Through her slow and steady approach she helps him embrace a more feminine and spiritual sexuality that borders on the psychological and tantric.

Quickie: yes. Hard yes. He is the best with quickies. Just get it over with so they're both relieved and they can chat about their day while he's still inside her. There's not much to say. Just yes.

Risk: they prefer avoiding it, however they're young and experimenting, therefore they do sometimes get a bit past the safety line. The biggest risk for them is doing anything where they could be spotted, therefore they're really subtle and overall not too explicit about anything happening in a semi-public context. Except, that one time while they were on holiday, of course. And that other time in which Candy almost jerked him off in a restaurant before blowing him in his car.

Stamina: Insane. Jungkook's stamina is more about endurance rather than control. He can make Candy cum five or six times while he cums twice and is more than glad. He can go for two consecutive rounds without breaking a sweat. For himself he's usually more than happy with a round of foreplay and one of fucking, but if he's determined enough, he can last one more. He usually doesn't push himself that far though, he does when he's been deprived for long enough.

Toy: Although toys aren't usually a part of their sex life, they do use them every now and then. Vibrators, vibrating cockrings, oh! And their sex swing, of course. That's what they use the most, yes.

Unfair: If Jungkook is in hard dom mode, he is very unfair, plenty of teasing and taunting matched with mockery and degradation. He can keep Candy on her toes for a full hour, giving her small reprieve every here and there. Candy is also equally torturous: if she's domming, she's not done edging him until he's whining, sobbing, begging and possibly crying.

Volume: Normally, Candy is very quiet however, Jungkook always goes the extra mile to make her moan and whine, especially if he's eating her out. Jungkook can be especially eloquent with his sounds: grunting and groaning are typically for his dommier side, while whining and whimpering are usually for his subby one. Moaning is all over the place. Consider also a good amount of murmuring and mumbling some dirty talking. Not too much though.

Wild card: Jungkook likes his hair being combed during aftercare. Candy always relaxes while he speaks loving words to make up for the degradation and mockery. She could fall asleep while combing his hair, she's just that tired and comfortable. Also! When he installed the sex swing in their room, he decided it was a good idea to have permanent hooks on the ceiling, mask them with fake plants. Crackhead.

X-Ray: Jungkook has a nice cock. Not too long, not too thick but it has an upward curve that makes stuff interesting. He's probably around six or seven inches. Candy has objectively nice breasts, full, round, truly well structured. And she has a nice ass too, Jungkook likes squeezing it when she throws her leg on top of him during cuddles. He also spanks it a few tens of times a day — not in the sexual way tho, but more in that encouragement/comradery way he has learnt with the guys.

Yearning: Jungkook can go without sex for a long time. I'm talking about a month and more. It's not a priority for him, except right after he and Candy sleep together for the first time, when he needed to get rid of the high. With him, everything is very inconsistent: one week you're having sex every day, and the following one, he's just all about the cuddles and fluff. Candy is up for anything, however she prefers having sex at least once or twice a week. Both feel safe to initiate without fearing being denied. For them, arousal is very easily built through playing and bantering.

Zzz: both take a while to fall asleep after sex. Plenty of time for pillow talking and cleaning up, though they prefer doing so very pragmatically. Any time spent apart during aftercare is a waste to both of them: they just want to talk things out, relax, bask in each other's warm presence.

[grey-sorcery]

This article is about my personal experiences and my practice. I do not recommend attempting any of the methodologies described. This article also describes use of alcohol and other mind-altering substances, as well as explicit and sexual content. All names have been altered. Some of the dialog may not be an accurate representation because memory is fallible, but none of this has been exaggerated or dramatized. This story is not about Christian exorcisms.

Back when Superwholock was at its peak I went to a party that my friend was throwing. It seemed to be a normal evening. We were smoking quite a lot of pot and drinking. We listened to music and played some music ourselves (I played bass), as the evening went on the party-goers started to drop like flies into the wacky spiraling blackout bus. I was one of the last to fall asleep. I had laid down on a couch that was opposite a pull-out that my friend and his girlfriend were sleeping on. I had fallen asleep before them. 

I was jostled awake by my friend, which turned out to be about an hour later. He was very disheveled and looked panicked. “Something is in Christine.” I sat up, staring at him waiting for some kind of elaboration. Instead he just turned around and briskly walked outside. I got up and walked over to the pull-out bed and looked at Christine in the very dull moonlight shining through the window of the basement. She seemed fine. Sleeping peacefully. So I followed my friend, who I’ll call Mitch, outside to ask him what the hell he was talking about. He was pacing back and forth in the lawn. It looked like he was beyond freaked out. “What’s the matter dude? What did you mean by ‘There's something in Christine’?” He stopped and looked at me frantically, “It’s a demon or something.”

Now this was well before I had been formally trained in Curanderismo and Mexica traditions and worked regularly with exorcisms and folk healing. A good four years before. 

Mitch continued, “I was asleep and so was Christine. But she woke me up when she climbed on top of me. She pinned me down while she was asleep, on all fours. She was drooling on my face and then she started doing this deep growl.” I interjected, “Okay, but how does that make her possessed?” He grabbed my arm, “She started speaking in a language I didn’t recognize in a deep growling tone. She then stopped and started grinding on me saying ‘fuck me’ in the same tone, while drooling all over.” “Okay, what if she sleep talks or something?” “No. We sleep together all the time. And nothing like this has ever happened before.” I take a deep breath, “Okay. Let's go inside and see if she’ll wake up. Maybe she’ll remember her dream or something.”

So we go inside and turn on the lights. She’s laying on her back spread eagle. A low growl is coming from her mouth. I sat on the side of the bed and shook her shoulder, “Christine. Wake up.” She rolled over and grabbed me and with the same deep growl started murmuring “Fuck me.” over and over again, trying to pull me onto her. “Christine, seriously! Wake up!” I was shouting now and shaking her pretty hard. She finally opened her eyes. “Fuck me. Fuck me now.” She looks down and starts reaching for my pants. Mitch grabs me and pulls me onto the floor. He grabs her shoulders and shakes her. “This isn't funny. Seriously, wake up.” She starts reaching for his pants too. He backs up against the couch I'm leaning against. She starts crawling off of the bed towards us. We get up and run over to our friend, Lucas. “Dude wake up, we gotta get out of here. Now.” Mitch grabs him and starts pulling him out of the little window nook. He gets up and mumbles a lot in confusion while getting half-dragged out the door. All three of us are outside on the lawn. “Dude what the hell. What's going on?” Shortly after Christine starts crawling outside. I’m sure Mitch was trying to explain what was going on, but I couldn’t hear it. I was too focused on Christine. I started to become aware of the energies around us. I started by feeling the wind and hearing the trees move and sway. Then expanding my awareness outward omnidirectionally until Christine was within the field. Her energetic body was all out of whack. I couldn't sense her wellsource at all and she felt like rot or decay. She was crawling towards us. I turned to Mitch, “There's definitely something in her. I’m going to try and get rid of it. We need to get her away from the house and away from anything that could interfere.” We all walk over and pick her up and carry her across the street and put her in the bed of our friend’s truck. “I’ll go wake up Chris.” Lucas says as he runs off. “I don't have time to wait. This entity is getting stronger with each second that passes.” Mitch nods. I sit and start building a sacred space around us all. I have to continually rotate and filter it out as the entity is polluting it. I reach out into her subtle body. I start delving deep into her energetically and psychically. As I started to enter her mind, I felt a very dark presence. It felt as if it was coiling around me. I was in such a deep state of gnosis that I didn't hear or sense that Lucas and Chris had joined us around the truck.  Then I heard Chris ask me a question which pulled me away from just long enough for the entity to get into me. It then became a battle of will that is difficult to describe. It was like the opposite of a game of tug-of-war. I lost track of how long this was going on, but while I was battling I had fallen over and almost fell out of the bed of the truck. 

After regaining a foothold, I projected astrally and held the entity away from me and Christine. I had a moment to sit myself upright after my friends had caught me and slumped me back into the truck. I looked around the truck for a metal object that looked rusty. I found an old hinge and grabbed it as quickly as I could and then pulled the entity down into it. I then anchored the entity to the hinge and then created a small field that was polar and opposite to the entity’s energy and bound that to the hinge as well. I waited a little bit to see if it could get out before checking on Christine. She was asleep, but her energy felt normal. I gently shook her awake. “Christine, wake up. Are you okay?” She woke up with a bit of a start. “Huh? What's going on.” She didn’t remember anything, but she dreamt that she was drowning in a deep black sea and couldn't escape. Everyone filled her in. She looked at me wide eyed, “Is it gone?” I held up the hinge, “It’s trapped. I need to go bury it. Somewhere secluded. Chris got in his truck and told me to get in. Just he and I drove out of town into the fields. I got out in a small clearing and dug up an area by a large oak tree. This was the only time I got rid of an entity bound to an anchor.

To this day, I do not know what kind of entity it was. If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them! Though I'm not trying to come up with any concrete conclusions.