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Love Me Tender | S.JY

bf!jaeyun x gf!reader warnings: smut (mdni), soft-dom jake, oral (f. rec), unprotected sex, cream pie, wax play, knife play, bondage, leather gloves, pussy slapping (once), nipple play, not proof read, anything else lmk. wc: 10.2k synopsis: when your tender, loving boyfriend jaeyun overhears a conversation about you wishing he was a bit rougher in bed, he vows to make sure you're completely satisfied, catering to all your hearts desires. a/n: hi! this is something i had sitting in my mind but also this is for my girl @yzzyhee because i genuinely cannot express my love or gratitude more than semi-dom, blonde jake. i hope you love it, mars and just know that i am and always will be proud of you, no matter what.

“It’s great and, fuck, I love him so much. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me. It’s just…”

Just what?

Jaeyun halts abruptly outside your bedroom door as your muffled voice drifts through the wood. Having just returned from work, he had eagerly sprinted up the stairs upon seeing your shoes by the doorway, signalling your presence. Now, that excitement has dissipated, replaced by a creeping anxiety that crawls over his skin.

His mind races through every minor mistake he might have made in the past week to prompt you to discuss your relationship with someone else. No, you haven’t mentioned his name, he can’t fathom the idea of another man being the ‘best thing that ever happened to you’, so he jumps to conclusions.

Was it because he didn't clean on his day off last week? Or perhaps because he brought home that stray dog and begged you to keep her, even though neither of you had the time to give it the love it deserved? Jaeyun bites his bottom lip, pondering the meaning behind your words.

Leaning closer, he presses his hand against the door frame and hovers his ear just above the slit in the door to hear you better. In his eyes, everything in your relationship is more than fine, so he’s desperate to understand how he can fix whatever is wrong. If Jaeyun is determined to do one thing right in his life, it’s to be your perfect boyfriend.

The house is as quiet as a hairdresser's salon on a Monday morning, the silence thick and suffocating, until you break it with a sigh. “I just wish he was a bit rougher,” you finally say aloud, causing Jaeyun’s eyes to widen and ears to perk up. 

Of all the things in the world, he never expected you to say that. What do you mean rougher? He taps his foot on the carpet, as if trying to hurry your conversation along to hear your explanation. “He’s not bad in bed, far from it actually; he does this thing with his tongue that sends me to heaven…”

You trail off, and Jaeyun can vividly picture how you’re standing: your pretty pink lips caught between your teeth, a coy smile on your face, and your thighs rubbing together as you shift on your feet. There is a tiny swelling of pride adding to his emotions as you speak.

He knows how much you love his tongue, so much so that you’re often begging for it most nights and cumming on his face within minutes. His mind flashes back to those nights, your moans echoing in his memory.

That’s why it’s so hard for him to grasp what you’re talking about. He is rough with you to an extent - spanking your ass, sometimes tying you up, even pulling at your hair. Was that not enough for you? He’s always been scared of hurting you, even in those moments, so he can’t imagine going further than that. The thought of causing you pain, even unintentionally, sends a shiver down his spine.

“Yeah, exactly,” you agree with whoever is on the other line, “I want to just be manhandled and fucked like in the books we read or those Twitter porn videos. It’s just never going to happen, not with Jaeyun.”

Jaeyun’s body grows hot with nerves, goosebumps rising on his skin at your implication. Not with Jaeyun. What if you get bored every time he makes love to you and eventually leave him for someone else, someone who can fulfil those fantasies? The idea of losing you to someone else, someone who might treat you with the roughness you crave, makes his stomach churn with dread.

Oh, no. No, no, no. He cannot and will not let that happen. He refuses to lose you over something like this.

“Anyway, he’ll be home soon… No, I can’t say anything. You know how much he loves me. If I start asking him to edge me or bring a knife to a love fight, he would freak the fuck out,” you laugh disheartened, intending it as a joke but the sentence coming out as distant longing.

Jaeyun’s breath catches in his throat at the mention of a knife. You don’t mean a physical one right? It has to be a metaphor and you don’t want him to actually bring out the good kitchen knives and chop you up like yesterday’s salad? He’s not even a chef, never mind a butcher.

He hears you say your final goodbyes to your friend, causing him to silently run back to the top of the stairs, creating the facade that he has just arrived home. Just as he gets into place, you swing open your bedroom door and jolt back for a moment, surprised to see him there.

Swallowing the mix of hurt and apprehension, Jaeyun flashes the smile you fell in love with at first sight and walks over to you, pretending he didn’t hear a thing. “Hi, baby,” he says as chirpily as he can manage given the circumstances, walking towards you with an air of forced nonchalance.

“Hey, Jaeyun,” you say, looking him up and down with furrowed brows. “Babe, why are you so… all over the place?” The question isn’t misplaced. Despite his best attempts to conceal his true emotions, his body betrays him. His chest heaves as if he’s out of breath, his face is still flushed with a mix of embarrassment and nerves, and his hands tremble slightly.

“Oh, just those stairs, you know how they kill me,” he lets out a tense chuckle, trying to pass it off as his aversion to the gym.

Narrowing your eyes, you pout sceptically at his response, clearly not buying it. Your boyfriend might not frequent the gym, but he certainly plays football every Wednesday with his workmates, and his stamina during sex is nothing short of impressive. There’s definitely something else going on.

Now it’s your turn to get bitten by the anxiety bug. Surely he hadn’t overheard your conversation with Yeojeong just now? You would never be able to forgive yourself if he did because, in your mind, it wasn’t a complaint, just a small, wistful desire. But if he overheard, he might think it meant you were dissatisfied with him, even though that couldn't be further from the truth.

You blame the dark romance BookTok recommendations you've been indulging in for your sudden craving for a little, or a lot, of spice. That, and the three-month fascination you had with Ghostface after watching Scream 6.

Before your mind can wander to your boyfriend wearing a delicious mask as he pounds into you, you shake your head to clear your thoughts and smile widely, choosing to believe him over your own worries for a change. 

Encircling your arms around his waist, you place a kiss on his chest as you always do, hoping the tenderness and love from your lips reach his heart. “I would say go to the gym with me, but I like you just as you are,” you say gently, hoping that if he did, in fact, hear the conversation, it will put his mind at ease. That, and because you mean it wholeheartedly.

There isn’t a man in the world that could compare to your boyfriend, and you wouldn’t want to change any aspect of him. Not his tardiness, not his gentleness, and certainly not his soul.

Jaeyun feels your warmth and the sincerity in your voice. Your words provide a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. He wraps his arms around you tighter, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I love you so fucking much, Y/N. You know I would do anything for you, right?”

You look up at him and nod. “I know, baby.”

It’s strange how you are both having a silent conversation with your words. Each of you is reassuring the other, yet meaning different things. You are telling him that despite your own fantasies, he would never have to change just to meet them. 

Jaeyun, on the other hand, is conveying his commitment that he’s about to fulfil each and every single one of them.

_____

Jaeyun waits anxiously for the sound of your keys jingling in the lock as you secure the door behind you. The moment he hears it, he springs into action, heart pounding with a mix of determination and trepidation. He’s taken the day off work specifically for this - a day to explore a world he has no right to be stepping into, but one he is compelled to understand for your sake.

As the sound of your footsteps fades away, Jaeyun makes his way to the bedroom, his sanctuary of comfort and intimacy. Today, however, it feels like uncharted territory. The room is filled with reminders of your shared life: photographs capturing moments of joy, your favourite books stacked neatly on the nightstand, and the scent of your perfume lingering in the air. It all feels both reassuring and daunting.

Jaeyun sits at your shared desk, his heart pounding as he opens your laptop. Rather than logging into his own account, he attempts to access yours. It’s not that you’ve ever hidden anything from him; he’s just never needed to know your password or lurk in your browsing history. You’ve always been an open book. That is, until now.

Determined to delve into your private world to better understand and satisfy your cravings in bed, Jaeyun convinces himself that his intentions are pure. Logging into your account and discovering any form of porn you might own feels inherently better than randomly searching the internet. Surely, you must have a treasure trove of knowledge about your desires just sitting in plain sight, waiting to be explored. He just needs the password to unlock it.

Staring at your account login screen, he watches the cursor blink patiently in the password box. His mind races, trying to guess what it could be. The first thing that comes to mind is your anniversary. With a confident smile, he types in the date, knowing that it’s his own password as well. But when the message ‘Incorrect Pin’ flashes on the screen, his confidence wavers. He sits back, eyes wide with surprise.

What could it possibly be, then? Jaeyun runs through a list of possible passwords in his mind: your birthday, the name of your favourite pet, maybe even a significant place. Each attempt is met with the same frustrating result—‘Incorrect Pin.’

After a few more failed tries, he feels a pang of guilt but pushes it aside. This is for the greater good, he tells himself. This is to make you happy. He takes a deep breath and thinks more deeply about what the password could be. Something personal, something meaningful. He recalls moments you've shared, your inside jokes, and your shared passions. Then it hits him: your favourite band.

If there was another Jaeyun in your life, it was Lee Jaeyun from TO1. He’s not a jealous person but for that man, he is the most green-nosed, spiteful gremlin. Day after day he has had to hear about him despite the short answers and disinterest he shows, it doesn’t deter you in the slightest. It doesn’t help they have the same name either.

Pulling out his phone, he searches for the leader’s date of birth, already resigned to the idea that this will work and that he will have to somehow get you to change it before he becomes the human embodiment of envy. Typing in ‘160800’, the computer finally unlocks with ease. His face falls as the screen reveals your desktop, confirming his suspicion. Maybe to save himself the tiny heartache, he should have just searched for all of this on his own account; that’s what he gets for snooping, he supposes.

Jaeyun takes a moment to compose himself, shaking off the petty jealousy that flares up. He reminds himself why he’s doing this: to better understand your desires and make you happy. With a sigh, he begins navigating through your files, searching for anything that might give him insight into your fantasies.

The wallpaper is a picture of you and him on your third date to the petting farm. You both were covered up to the heavens, puffer jackets, scarves, and gloves to match since it was a bitingly cold winter. Jaeyun had insisted you go to the Christmas markets since it was one of the most romantic things to do; taking pictures under the lights and riding the swings, all while sharing kisses and nuzzling his nose with yours in an attempt to stay warm in the night.

But you had other plans. You wanted to see the cows and pigs instead, petting them and feeding them with the guidance of the farmer. It was one of the best dates of your life, Jaeyun had never seen you on such a high and he has still to replicate the elation on your face from the picture. Despite both of you getting covered in mud and earning a cold from the trip - that just meant cuddles in bed the next few days which then resulted in the first ‘I love you’ being shared - he is so glad you talked him into it.

His heart pounds at the memory, a fond smile growing on his face. There is no better joy to him than seeing you happy. And that brings him back to his original task.

Clicking on the browser, Jaeyun goes to your bookmarks first, scouring for anything that could seem on the darker side. However, it’s filled with movie links and furniture you’re considering buying when you redecorate the living room.

He then recalls something you said on the phone about BookTok and frantically searches for the app on the computer. Once he sees the familiar logo, he clicks on it quickly and heads straight for your favourites. Luckily for him, you are a folder freak and categorise everything, so it’s easy to scroll past the TO1 edits, cooking recipes, and things Jaeyun would like folders to find the coveted book rec folder.

He clicks on the first one and grabs his phone, ready to make a list of every kink that is hidden within the reviews. Two hours and fourteen minutes later, he finds his mind completely immersed in your fantasy world filled with CEOs, bikers, vampires, guns, knives, BDSM, corruption, cockwarming, and many, many, other things. Each paragraph and trigger warning becomes more outlandish than the last, and he realises he may have bitten off more than he can chew.

Jaeyun is thankful there isn’t anything that seems too brutal in there, but there are definitely some things he just point-blank refuses to take part in. Personally, he can’t imagine you are into some of the more extreme aspects either, but he understands that some elements come hand-in-hand with books like these. A few ideas are swirling in his head, however. There are things he doesn’t know if he can do, but for you, he will try his best.

As Jaeyun jots down notes, he starts with the milder kinks and gradually works his way up to the more intense ones: dominance and submission, rough play, role-playing, and bondage. These are things he feels he can explore with you, drawing inspiration from the confident and assertive male leads he's encountered in your favourite books. He imagines scenarios where he takes control, ties you up, and whispers dirty things in your ear—thankful to those characters for providing him with some content to work with. His pulse quickens at the thought, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through him.

Yet, there is one recurring theme that stands out among all your fantasies:

Knives. 

It’s something you verbally pointed out in the phone call and is flagged as a potential trigger in almost all of the books you've favourited. The mere thought of it makes Jaeyun’s cheeks flush and sends a chill down his body. The idea of causing you harm, even in a controlled and consensual manner, is unsettling to him.

But Jaeyun is committed to understanding and fulfilling your desires. He knows this is about pleasing you and embracing your fantasies to keep his role as your perfect partner. There must be safe ways to explore this particular kink, ways that satisfy your cravings without risking harm. 

So, with determination, Jaeyun rolls up his sleeves and cracks his neck from side to side, preparing himself for a deep dive into your kink. Tonight, he will make sure you never have to go back to those books again.

_____

Walking through the door, you see the lights entirely out, causing a bit of alarm to ring inside your chest. Jaeyun is always home by now on his days off, so it’s strange that the house is in darkness.

“Baby? Are you home?” you whisper-shout, just on the off chance that he has decided to take a nap and it’s run through to 8pm. He has been working hard the past few days, so exhaustion is granted, but it’s just not like him to at least wait up for you.

You take off your shoes and place your bag next to the door, waiting for a response that never comes. Arching a brow, you look around, seeing that the house is in peak condition, just the way you left it this morning. Jaeyun is notorious for leaving a pint glass on the table and a plate that held his lunch on the coffee table, yet, nothing.

Gingerly, you make your way up the stairs, the balls of your feet never hitting the surface as you tiptoe slowly. You can’t understand why your mind went straight to a man murdering your lover while you were away, yet, your brain has conjured up this picture in your mind. The thought makes your heart pound and your throat go dry; if there was one person you couldn’t live without, it was Jaeyun.

“Baby, please answer me?” you say a bit louder at the top of the stairs, hoping he’ll respond and dispel any worries that are currently stabbing in your heart.

There is a soft flicker coming from your bedroom, a golden hue seeping through the glass pane at the top. It doesn’t smell like a fire, and you don’t own a lamp like that, so your curiosity is piqued. Your favourite scent of vanilla and amberwood engulfs the hall, causing you to drift rather than charge to your bedroom. The familiar fragrance calms your nerves, making you feel like you’re being welcomed home in the most intimate way.

Reaching for the door, you timidly open it, your hand trembling slightly. As the door creaks open, the soft glow of candlelight bathes the room in a warm, intimate atmosphere. The bed is adorned with fresh, crisp linens, and there are petals of your favourite pink and yellow tulips scattered over the floor. You’ve never been one for roses, and Jaeyun knows this, opting to get you only the best. The sight of the room, meticulously prepared, tugs at your heartstrings, filling you with a blend of love and anticipation.

You step further into the room, careful not to disrupt the scene before you. The effort Jaeyun has put into this is clearly extensive, and you would hate to mess with it before he has the chance to show it off to you. That does beg the question, though: where is he?

Just as you mentally ponder his whereabouts, you feel a pair of hands grip your shoulders, massaging you slowly. The sensation is different, though; it’s not Jaeyun’s normal soft touch. His fingers feel chunkier and are clearly covered by something. A shiver runs down your spine as the mystery deepens.

“I thought you were never coming home, baby,” he whispers into your ear, his lips softly grazing your lobe as he speaks. The sensation of his proximity and the lower octave of his tone instantly travels down to your core. There’s an edge to his voice that you’ve never heard before, making your pulse quicken with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

You twist your head to look at him, but the darkness of the room prevents you from fully seeing his beautiful, strong features, however, that big nose and blonde hair are still prominent enough to make you weak. What you do notice in addition, though, are the thick, black leather gloves that hold you in place. The sight of them makes your heart race; they add an unexpected, thrilling element to the scene.

In confusion, you reach up to touch them, the feeling of them oddly cool despite the heat invading both the room and your body. “Jaeyun, it’s like 16 degrees outside, why are you—”

“Shh, I’m doing something special for you. Just relax, Princess.” The use of “Princess” sends a jolt through you. It’s a term of endearment reserved for special occasions: birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays. It must mean you are either forgetting a crucial moment in your relationship or he’s up to something. Boyfriends don’t do “something special” without a reason.

Turning your body to face him, you eye him with intense scepticism. “What did you do wrong?”

He laughs, but it’s not his usual heart-warming giggle. It’s mocking, as if you have the nerve to ask the question. “Me? I think it was you who did something wrong, baby"

Okay, now you really are confused. There is nothing you have done wrong, and you know it. Plus, if you did, Jaeyun would whine about it to you right after and make you give at least three kisses as an apology. Now that you look at him, you take in his appearance. His beautiful blonde hair styled to fall just slightly over his usual puppy eyes, the water ducts of his eyelids are painted with a subtle liner, and there is a red tint to his lips, only making them more enticing. The cute boyfriend you love so dearly is nowhere to be seen, instead replaced by a smug-looking man with eyes glaring into yours.

What you don’t know is that Jaeyun’s heart is pounding in his chest, and the fire in his eyes is determined to see this plan through. He needs everything to go well, and that means staying in character and giving you the fucking you deserve, the one you crave so bad.

“What did I do, Jaeyun?” you ask a bit breathlessly, a frown forming on your face at the prospect of hurting your man. The idea of disappointing him gnaws at your heart, yet the unfamiliar intensity in his eyes sends a thrill through you.

It almost cracks Jaeyun’s well-curated persona that he spent all afternoon figuring out, from the white shirt with the collar open and the sleeves rolled up, the gloves on his hands, to the daring glint in his eye. He’s determined to give you everything your heart desires tonight. He softens his gaze, just a touch, and his hand gently runs over your cheek, the once thoughtful and endearing gesture now turned slightly sinister with the leather of the glove, the cracks bumping over your blushed skin.

“You did something bad, Princess, something I’m going to have to punish you for,” he replies to your question, never actually answering it but rather giving you more queries. His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument, and it makes your heart pound in your chest. You’re torn between trepidation and arousal, the lines between them blurring as you stand before him.

He takes his eyes off of you, giving up the harsh stare, and focuses on your work shirt. “Take it off,” he instructs demandingly, his eyebrows arching expectantly. His tone leaves no room for hesitation, and your hands move almost automatically.

Almost under a spell, you nod, fumbling with the top button. Your mind is racing with trepidation and nervousness as you try to process this new side of your boyfriend. You aren’t complaining; he looks fucking hot, and the way he’s directing you is making your legs shake in the best possible way. The atmosphere in the room is charged with raw, electric energy, every second stretching out with heightened anticipation.

He watches the first few buttons pop open, but you’re going far too slow for him, causing him to take action. He grabs the flimsy collar of your pink shirt, ripping it open with tenacity. Buttons fly across the room and clatter against the surfaces of the floor and the chest of drawers, your shocked gasp echoing the sound.

A smirk marks his face as he sees the pretty white bra holding your perfect tits up. He loves your body more than anything, and honestly, he isn’t thrilled about marking it up tonight. However, the more he thinks about it, something is enticing about the marks being made by him. His desire to please you is interwoven with a burgeoning sense of ownership and dominance, the sight of you laid bare before him stirring something deep within, the persona of being dominant now enveloping his whole demeanour.

“Are you wearing the matching panties?” he asks carefully, knowing full well you never leave the house in an odd set, scared of the bad luck it could bring. 

Nodding, you already know what he is asking and unzip your black, matt skirt, letting it fall to the floor as you stand in nothing but the lingerie set you bought spontaneously, and by fuck are you glad you wore it today. It was not intentional, your expectations of coming home were not to this but rather a quiet night in the way you usually do, but something compelled you to the sexier underwear today. Perhaps in the back of your mind, you knew something special was going to happen. 

Jaeyun takes you in, staring blatantly at your body and thinks of all the ways he is ready to take you tonight. He wants this to be the best fuck you’ve ever had and you are making it so easy for him to do so.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Princess,” he compliments, looking at you with hungry eyes. The gesture should make you feel insecure but it only fuels your need to have him closer. Blushing you look down, which he quickly rectifies, grasping at your jaw tight enough for you to feel commanded but not hurt, and brings his face closer to yours. “Get on the bed, on your knees and wait until I tell you to move.”

If your pussy could cry, it would. Your typical love-making boyfriend is now showing his more dominant side, and it’s driving you wild. You move to the bed, your legs feeling like jelly, and position yourself on your knees as instructed. The air is thick with anticipation, your body aching for his touch.

Jaeyun watches you, his eyes dark with desire. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him: you, waiting obediently, dressed in nothing but that perfect lingerie set. His heart pounds in his chest, a mix of love and primal need fueling his actions. He wants to make you feel things you’ve never felt before, to push the boundaries of pleasure and trust between you.

Walking towards you, he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself behind you. His gloved hands run down your back, the cool leather a stark contrast to your heated skin. “You look so fucking perfect like this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion and desire. The sensation of his gloved hands on your bare skin sends waves of pleasure through you, making you arch your back slightly, seeking more of him.

He reaches around to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently through the lace of your bra. The pressure is just right, enough to make you gasp and press back against him. “Do you like that, Princess?” he asks, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Yes,” you breathe out, the word escaping you in a rush of need.

“Good,” he replies, his hands moving to unclasp your bra. “I want to hear you tonight. I want to know exactly how much you’re enjoying this. And if I need to stop, say the word and I will.”

Before you can fully comprehend his words, Jaeyun reaches to the side of the bed, retrieving something. The air is thick with anticipation, the suspense almost tangible. The idea that your typically gentle boyfriend has transformed into someone so dominant is exhilarating. Your heart races as you wait for his next move, the atmosphere charged with excitement.

Suddenly, your hands are bound together with a silky pink ribbon. The fabric is soft against your skin, a stark contrast to the intense emotions bubbling inside you. A shiver of need runs down your spine, your breath hitching as Jaeyun tightens the ribbon around your wrists. This gentle restraint heightens your vulnerability, making you feel even more exposed and ready for whatever Jaeyun has planned.

He ties the ribbon into a delicate bow, his fingers moving with confident precision. The care he takes with each loop and knot sends a wave of warmth through you, reminding you of the love and trust that form the foundation of this intense experience, one you didn’t ask him for yet somehow he knew you wanted The bow rests softly against your skin, a symbol of the control you've willingly surrendered to him.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice filled with admiration and desire. Leaning in, his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "You’re perfect like this, Princess."

His words send a rush of heat through you, particularly to your core, your body responding to the deep, commanding tone. Every touch, every whisper, ignites a fire within you, your anticipation almost unbearable. The sensation of being bound and at his mercy only heightens your arousal. This is what you have been craving and he is feeding you full.

Jaeyun's gloved hands move slowly over your body, exploring every inch of your exposed skin. The cool leather contrasts with your warmth, sending shivers of pleasure through you. He traces the curve of your neck, the swell of your breasts, and the dip of your waist, his touch both gentle and firm. Each caress leaves a trail of tingling sensation, your body hypersensitive to his every movement.

Kneeling behind you, his chest pressed against your back, he whispers, "You trust me, don’t you?"

"Always" you breathe out, your voice a mix of need and certainty. You trust him completely, ready to let him guide you through this new and exhilarating experience. Although you have always dreamed of this, you still don’t really know what to expect but if Jaeyun is on the other side of it, you feel more than safe.

His hands sliding down your arms to rest on your bound wrists. He holds them gently, the ribbon a reminder of your submission. "I’m going to make you feel so good, Princess."

His words are filled with love and adoration despite the commanding edge in his tone and grip. While he is playing the role of a dominant, the tenderness and affection he has for you remain palpable. He is still your loving boyfriend, and he will ensure you feel cherished and safe throughout this experience.

With a careful, guiding touch, he lays you down on your back, your bound hands resting against your stomach. He moves your legs so you're completely flat and comfortable against the mattress. The vulnerability of your position heightens your awareness of every sensation, yet you surrender yourself to him with ease, trusting him completely.

Jaeyun's smile is a mixture of pride and desire as he observes your obedience. He climbs over you, reaching for one of the candles on the bedside table. The soft glow of the flame illuminates his face, casting shadows that dance across his features, making him look even more enticing.

Sitting himself firmly over your core, he holds the candle above you, the wax slowly beginning to melt. The anticipation sends shivers through your body, the heat from the candle contrasting with the coolness of the room. This was something you always wished to try, granted, it was on him rather than you but you welcomed the experience nonetheless.

"Are you ready, Princess?" he asks, his voice a husky whisper filled with promise.

You nod, your breath hitching in your throat. "Yes," you manage to whisper, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement.

His eyes lock onto yours, ensuring you are fully present in this moment. "Tell me if it’s too much," he instructs, his tone softening for a moment. He wants to be rough with you but also let you know that you are in control to stop and go as you please.

"I will," you promise, trusting him implicitly.

With that, he tilts the candle, allowing a drop of hot wax to fall onto your bare skin, just above your breast. The sensation is sharp and intense, a sudden burst of heat that quickly cools, leaving a tingling trail of pleasure in its wake. You gasp, your body arching slightly at the unexpected sensation. Instinctively, your arms move to reach for him, but bound by the ribbon, all you can do is stretch them above your head, your fists clenching. There is nothing you can do because if you interfere, he will simply stop, and that is the last thing you want.

So, you bear the mingling pain and pleasure, wiggling under him with lust as your arousal soaks the freshly made bed. Each drop of wax is accompanied by the heat of the flame, adding to the wonder you are feeling. The mixture of sensations – the heat of the wax, the coolness of the air, the firmness of the mattress beneath you, and the weight of Jaeyun’s body – creates a symphony of pleasure that envelops you completely. Your breaths come in short, shallow gasps, your mind consumed by the intense, intoxicating experience.

Your legs kick involuntarily as he moves the candle lower, dripping the hot wax into your navel. The feeling is overwhelming over the sensitive area, making your whole body yelp and your hips buck up into him. Each new drop intensifies your arousal, your body responding eagerly to the mix of pleasure and slight pain.

Jaeyun's eyes darken with satisfaction at your reactions, his dominant persona growing stronger. The wax paints your body like paint on a fresh canvas, telling a story of your shared passion and want. The sight is so beautiful he can’t believe he created such a masterpiece. 

Satisfied with his work, he sets the candle aside and runs his gloved hands over your body, tracing the cooling trails of wax with a gentle touch. The contrasting sensations of the smooth leather against your heated skin make you shiver, your body hypersensitive to his every touch.

"You're doing so well, Princess," he praises, his voice a low, soothing rumble that sends waves of pleasure through you. 

His hands move lower, parting your thighs as he positions himself between them, his body sleeking to lie half on and half off the bed. The anticipation is almost unbearable, your body aching for his touch, for his tongue. He leans down, his breath hot against your core, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. 

Nothing makes you happier than when Jaeyun is between your legs and that skilful tongue of his is making you cum over and over again. With your hands tied to grant you just enough freedom, you reach down into his hair and grasp it, guiding him closer to where you need it most.

“Jaeyun, please, I need you so bad,” you whimper, the tone of your voice desperate and needy much to his satisfaction. 

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "God, I love it when you beg," he murmurs, his lips curling into a knowing grin. If there is one thing he always makes you do in the bedroom, it’s begging, and fuck does he eat it up every single time.

Without an ounce of hesitation, his mouth descends upon you, his tongue circling your clit with fervour, his lips creating a comforting cocoon around his actions. The grip on his blonde hair is harsher than before, your fingers threading through with ease as you push him further into your heat, his nose subsequently grazing just above where he is focusing. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, each flick of his tongue sending pulses of pleasure through your body.

His still-gloved hands grip your thighs and push them apart, holding you wide open for him as he sucks and licks with velocity. His eagerness to please you is seeping through, the boyfriend that you know and love with a need to make sure you’re receiving the most intense experience of your life. The leather of his gloves against your skin adds an unexpected thrill, a reminder of the control he holds and the lengths he is willing to go to make you feel incredible.

Sucking on your bud, his eyes glance up at you with a mischievous glint, watching your every reaction. The connection between you deepens, a silent communication passing between you, the love he has for you evident in the sparkle you see flash before you. Your breath hitches, and your back arches off the bed as his tongue works its magic, each movement precise and deliberate; your body is his instrument, and he is playing it masterfully, drawing out notes of ecstasy that resonate in your very core. 

Your moans grow louder, more desperate, filling the room with the sounds of your pleasure. Jaeyun's grip on your thighs tightens, his determination evident in the way he devours you. He knows exactly how to push you to the edge, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to bring you to the brink of orgasm.

"Please, Jaeyun," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper, laced with need.

His response is a deep, satisfied hum against your clit, the vibrations adding another layer to your mounting pleasure. The combination of his skilled mouth and the teasing flicks of his tongue drive you wild, your body trembling with the intensity of your arousal. 

Just when you think you can't take it anymore, he increases his pace, his tongue moving faster, his suction stronger. The world fades away, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on you, the heat pooling in your belly, ready to explode.

With a final, powerful suck, he sends you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with pleasure, your moans turning into cries of rapture. He doesn't stop, prolonging your climax, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you're left breathless and spent.

Jaeyun laps up all of your juices like a dog craving water in the summer sun,  his eyes closed to enhance his senses as he cleans you up. He loves nothing more than eating you out, seeing it as an honour rather than a chore. The taste and smell of you drive him wild. He continues to slurp your essence, even though you’re squirming each time the tip of his tongue drags along your clit.

“Jaeyun, it’s too much,” you gasp as he nibbles around your sensitive area, each touch sending shivers through your body.

Removing his face from your cunt, he licks the wetness from his lips with a sadistic smirk, his eyes predatory and ready to ravage you at any moment. The intense gaze makes you shudder with longing, the need for his cock so obvious that you’re moving down with your legs, your pussy chasing his still-clothed erection.

But Jaeyun has other plans, much more sinister plans.

“Don’t be so needy, Princess,” he growls, slapping your pussy once and snapping his fingers. “Move up.” The command in his voice leaves you no room for error or hesitation. You move up, the restraint on your wrists making it a little more difficult than anticipated.

As you lay your head on the soft pillow that carries his scent, Jaeyun smiles in satisfaction, reaching under the bed to find something. If it’s anything like the silk ribbon that is still bounding your wrists, you’re excitedly awaiting the reveal. The prolepsis is almost too much to bear, your heart pounding in your chest as you watch him find exactly what he is looking for.

When his hand re-emerges, it holds a knife: the handle thick and enticing, the blade sharp and dangerous . Your eyes widen in a mix of fear and excitement, your breath catching in your throat. This is all you’ve ever wanted, a fantasy you’ve kept hidden, and now it’s coming to life. How did he know?

The sight of the silver glinting in the candlelight sends a thrill through you, your body trembling with a potent blend of arousal and trepidation. If there was one thing you never expected Jaeyun to do, it was this. Often, he would apologise during sex if he pressed into you too hard, so you can’t understand what the sudden change is about.

Tying you up, slapping your pussy, all of that you could understand, none causing enough damage to scar you, yet the knife he wields is an instrument meant to deface you in some way, to hurt you which is exactly the opposite of anything Jaeyun has ever wished to do upon you.

Rolling the knife between his covered fingers as though it is a drumstick, he looks at you menacingly. “Does this shit turn you on? A knife?” he scoffs at the question he doesn’t expect an answer for. “It can do so much damage yet you finger yourself over the thought of it, don’t you?”

All the novels you’ve read suddenly come rushing back but you swore you never spoke to him about this before. Knives aren’t exactly a common bedroom item so for him to know this tiny detail about your fantasy is so…

…The phone call. He did hear it.  

Your heartbeat quickens with a mixture of love and anxiety. Jaeyun is doing all of this for you because of what you said, going to extraordinary lengths to fulfil your desires. Most wouldn’t care to cater to your wants, yet here he is, stepping out of his comfort zone just to please you. The realisation floods through you, bringing a wave of gratitude and affection.

Jaeyun notices the shift in your expression immediately, smiling knowingly. “Oh, yeah, I know all about your twisted fantasies,” he smirks, pointing the knife to himself. At first, panic grips you, fearing what he might do, but to your relief, he catches the blade on his shirt and drags it down with force, ripping the material effortlessly, and leaving his torso exposed. “And I’m going to make sure every single one of them comes true.”

Taking in the sight of his abs, you whimper, longing to touch them, yet you resist, keeping your hands firmly above your head in obedience. Jaeyun’s body causes butterflies to erupt in your tummy, the movement stirring your arousal even more.

He brings the knife to your chest, pressing ever so lightly. He spent considerable time practising the pressure of the blade on various objects, ensuring he wouldn’t hurt you in any way. His meticulous preparation is evident as he caters to your needs without going too far.

Your lungs tighten as you feel the cold steel between your breasts, the sharp tip piercing just enough to feel it but not cutting you. The sensation is electrifying, a blend of fear and excitement that heightens every nerve in your body. Your breaths come in shallow gasps, your chest rising and falling rapidly under his touch.

“Just breathe, Princess,” Jaeyun murmurs soothingly, his voice a gentle counterpoint to the sharpness of the knife. His eyes never leave yours, maintaining a connection that grounds you even in the intensity of the moment. The trust between you is palpable, a silent understanding that he will never truly harm you.

He moves the blade with precision, tracing patterns over your skin, each touch sending shivers down your spine. The cool metal contrasts with the heat of your body, creating a tantalising mix of sensations that leaves you breathless. Your nipples harden, the chill of the knife adding to your arousal.

Jaeyun’s eyes darken with desire as he watches your reactions, his own arousal evident in the bulge pressing against his trousers. The power he wields, the control he has over your pleasure, fuels his own need despite his own worries, making him more determined to give you everything you desire.

The knife slides down to your stomach, pressing lightly against your navel. The sensation is both thrilling and terrifying, your body trembling under his ministrations. You can feel every inch of the blade’s journey, the delicate pressure a reminder of his control and your submission. The cold steel creates a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body, each touch sending shivers down your spine.

“Is this what you wanted, Princess?” he asks, his voice a seductive whisper. The intensity in his eyes makes your core tighten, your need for him overwhelming. The power dynamic between you amplifies your arousal, each moment of vulnerability intensifying the bond you share.

“Fuck, yes,” you breathe out, swallowing air as your mouth dries up in complete lust for the man. The anticipation and desire build within you, each second stretched taut with expectation.

Jaeyun pouts mockingly, the corners of his lips curling into a teasing smile. The blade digs a tiny bit deeper, just enough to nick your skin but not draw blood. The sharp sting elicits a gasp from your lips, a mix of pain and pleasure that sends waves of heat through your body. The sensation is electrifying, your senses heightened by the thrill of the knife's edge and the knowledge of Jaeyun’s precise control.

His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you unbreakable. The trust and love you share make this moment possible, allowing you to surrender completely to his whims. His free hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips tenderly, a stark contrast to the harshness of the blade against your skin. The leather of his glove traces your lip and you suck on it gently, sparking a twitch in his cock.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect.”

His words, filled with adoration and possessiveness, send another wave of arousal through you. Every touch, every word, is a testament to his dedication to you, his willingness to explore your deepest fantasies.

His lips lean into yours, the edge of the blade now scarily close to your tender area. You quiver, scared yet enthralled at the idea that one move could change the pace of this night. His plump lips peck yours, leaving you longing for more, but he is already pulling away, sitting back up and looking thoughtfully at the knife in his hand.

“It’s strange that you crave this. I’m still trying to understand what it is about it that you love so much,” he questions, the shine of the steel hitting the candlelight once more. “Is it really better than my cock?”

You shake your head frantically, never wishing to set doubts into his head about his ability to please you. That cock has done more for you in the two years you have been together than anyone has ever done in your life. The planets that rocket has taken you to is more than you could ever wish for, no kink could ever top it.

Swiftly, he flicks the knife in his hand, the blade digging into his glove. To be fair, the whole reason he put on the gloves was exactly for this reason. Initially, he was going to spread you open and fuck you with it handle first just like in the books he skimmed on TikTok, but as he kneels between your thighs, power in his hands, he realises this is his opportunity to show you just how little you need this to satisfy you.

Licking his lips, he drags the handle down your slit, causing you to mewl out in want. At this point, you’ll take anything, all the teasing from him and greed to be fulfilled inside your body is too much to ignore. You need to be stuffed by something and you need it now.

The curve of the haft sits teasingly at your entrance, begging to be inside you, or rather, you’re begging it to be inside you. Your hips lift instinctively, seeking the pressure and the pleasure that promises to follow. Your breaths come in short, desperate gasps, your eyes locked onto his, silently pleading for release.

Jaeyun’s eyes burn with an intensity that matches your own. “You want this, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. The way he looks at you, with a mixture of dominance and affection, sends shivers down your spine.

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “Please, Jaeyun, I need it.”

His smirk widens at your admission. “Too bad, Princess,” he suddenly chucks the knife away, the metal clattering against the floor as it slides out of reach. Your eyes widen in shock and confusion, a whimper escaping your lips at the unexpected turn of events.

“But-” you begin, your voice cracking with desperation. Jaeyun silences you with a finger pressed to your lips, his expression softening just a fraction as he leans in close.

“Trust me,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “I know what you need more than you do.”

With that, he shifts his position, his body pressing you down into the mattress with a delicious weight. He whips off his gloves and his bare hands roam your body, fingers tracing over your sensitive skin, sending sparks of pleasure wherever they touch. The sensation of his skin against your flesh is intoxicating and desperately what you need, heightening your awareness of every movement.

Jaeyun’s mouth moves down, his lips enveloping your breast, taking a nipple between his teeth and tugging lightly. You gasp, the sharp pleasure shooting straight to your core, your hips lifting instinctively to seek more contact.

“Jaeyun,” you moan, your voice a desperate plea. In response, he lavishes attention on your other breast, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“I love it when you say my name like that,” he growls against your skin, his hands moving to grip your hips with a possessive intensity, just harsh enough to bruise you tomorrow. “Give me your wrists.”

Obliging, you offer your tied hands, presenting them as though they are a gift from you to him. The look in his eyes is fierce and tender all at once. He takes one of the ends of the bow, biting it gently before pulling, undoing his knot from earlier. The scene before you is so sensual that a tear rolls down your cheek, falling onto the bed beneath you.

The ribbon falls between you, resting on your body adorned with drops of wax. Jaeyun leaves it there, loving the way it decorates your skin. His eyes trace the path of the ribbon, admiring the contrast against your flesh.

He leans down, kissing the tear-streaked path on your cheek. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his voice a mix of awe and adoration. “And you’re mine.”

His words send a shiver through you, the possessiveness in his tone amplifying your desire. His hands slide down your sides, fingers tracing the curves of your body with reverence. Every touch and every movement is deliberate, designed to heighten your pleasure.

Jaeyun’s lips follow the path of his hands, trailing kisses down your stomach, pausing to nuzzle the delicate skin just above your navel. His breath is warm against your skin, the sensation sending sparks of anticipation through you.

“Tell me what you want, Princess,” he murmurs, his voice a seductive growl. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you,” you breathe out, your voice trembling with need. “I need you inside me, Jaeyun.”

He smiles, already on his way to unbutton his slacks and take them off, trying his best to do it gracefully while still kneeling on the bed. Once his cock is free, his right hand grasps it firmly, stroking it with laziness. 

The tip of his cock looks so delectable, the red, angry tip is begging to be satisfied, meaning he is enjoying this just as much as you are. Holding you steady, he positions himself between your thighs. The anticipation is almost unbearable, your body aching for his touch, for the feeling of him filling you completely.

“Please,” you beg, your voice breathless with need. “I need you, Jaeyun.”

“More than a knife?”

“Fuck the knife, I only want you, baby. Forever,” you whimper out, your pussy instinctively bucking up to find his cock, like two magnets destined for one another, just like your hearts. Never in your dreams did you think you could find a man like him, someone so easily willing to love you and everything you are, even the desires you hold deep in your heart.

His eyes gleam the same way they do when you tell him you love him or leave him to go to work. It’s adoration and acceptance that runs constantly throughout his blood and bones. The connection between you is palpable, a silent agreement that no matter where your fantasies take you, the love and trust you share will always bring you back to each other.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Jaeyun eases into you, the feeling of him stretching and filling you is pure bliss. You both let out a collective sigh, the initial penetration electrifying every nerve in your body. The sensation of him inside you, coupled with the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress, is overwhelming in the best possible way.

“God, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice thick with gratification. He pauses for a moment, allowing you both to savour the connection before he begins to move.

His thrusts start slow, each one measured and deep, designed to draw out the pleasure and build the anticipation. Your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you arch your back, meeting each of his movements with equal fervour.

The room fills with the symphony of your passion, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the creak of the bed, and your shared moans of ecstasy. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, your senses heightened, your body responding to his every touch.

“Jaeyun,” you gasp, your voice a breathless plea. “Harder.”

His eyes flash with a primal intensity, and he complies, increasing the force and speed of his thrusts. The bed shakes beneath you, the headboard tapping rhythmically against the wall as he drives into you with a fierce, unrelenting pace.

You grip the sheets tightly as the tip of his cock bruises your cervix, his hips moving with pure desire. This is the hardest he’s fucked you in his life, the grip on your waist and the powerful thrusts enough to leave marks. His lips devour yours in a passionate kiss, adding to the perfect blend of love and rawness you’ve been craving.

Tears well up in your eyes as he takes you to greater heights than anyone has before. You've never needed elaborate kinks to feel satisfied; you just needed Jaeyun. Yet, as he dominates you now, you realise how intoxicating his control can be. Maybe he could adopt this dominant persona more often because he is undeniably skilled at it.

Every movement, every touch, and every word from him ignites a fire within you, building towards an explosive climax. The room echoes with your shared moans, the bed creaking in protest as he thrusts into you relentlessly. Each sensation, from the sting of his bites to the deep ache of his penetration, pushes you closer to the edge of euphoria.

As your bodies meld together in passion and rhythm, you feel a deep connection that transcends mere physicality. It’s a dance of trust and desire, a symphony of pleasure orchestrated by the man who knows you intimately. In this moment, wrapped in his arms and lost in the ecstasy of his love, you realise that Jaeyun is not just fulfilling your fantasies - he’s surpassing them, guiding you to realms of bliss you never dared to imagine.

“I’m close, Princess,” he mutters, his head burying deep into your neck as his hips falter slightly.

You nod eagerly, your nails digging into his back to convey your urgency, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. His cock feels so snug inside you that when you tighten involuntarily at his words, he’s drawn deeper into your depths, unable to resist your passionate grip as you cascade violently into orgasm.

“Fuck, Jaeyun!” you scream, your mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, surrendering to the overwhelming wave of pleasure that engulfs every one of your senses. The intensity of your release leaves you trembling, your body quaking with the aftershocks of ecstasy as he continues to drive into you, prolonging your shared ecstasy.

In the midst of your euphoria, you feel Jaeyun’s own climax building, his movements becoming more urgent and erratic. His moans mingle with yours in a symphony of shared pleasure, the culmination of desire and connection that binds you together in this intimate moment.

As he finds release within you, his body stiffens with the force of his orgasm, his breaths ragged against your skin. He drawls out a long and desperate ‘fuck’ as he released his seed inside of you, painting your walls a pretty shade of white, the warmth of his cum somehow a soothing balm over to your shaking rapture.

Both of your hearts are racing as you come down, each of you just lost in sloppy kisses and hands roaming over one another. This was easily the most intense orgasm you have ever had thanks to the build-up that Jaeyun has provided and he feels the exact same way.

In the quiet aftermath, as you lie entwined and breathless, you revel in the depth of your connection with Jaeyun. Each gasp and whispered declaration of love reaffirms the bond you share, a bond forged through trust, intimacy, and the unrivalled pleasure of loving each other completely.

You look at him, his eyes still dazed but present. “I’m sorry you heard that phone call. I promise, I love you so much and you are enough for me, I don’t need anything more than I just need you.” You hope the words come across as sincere and heartfelt because you mean every syllable of it.

aeyun’s expression softens as he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. “I know, Princess,” he murmurs, his voice tender. “I love you too, more than anything. Nothing can shake what we have. I just wanted to make sure you knew that I can do more if you just ask.”

His words sink deep into your heart, reminding you of his unwavering commitment and willingness to fulfil your desires. You feel a pang of regret for not confiding in him sooner, for letting fear hold you back from sharing your deepest fantasies with the man who loves you unconditionally.

“That’s the thing,” you say softly, your fingers lightly tracing the contours of his face. “I was afraid. Afraid that if I told you, it might change things between us. I love you so much, Jaeyun, and the thought of losing you scared me more than anything.”

Jaeyun’s gaze holds yours with such tenderness that it melts away your remaining doubts. “You’ll never lose me, Princess,” he reassures, his thumb brushing over your lips. “I want us to explore everything together, to share in each other’s desires and pleasures. Your happiness means everything to me.”

His sincerity washes over you like a soothing wave, filling you with a sense of relief and newfound courage. You realise now that true intimacy lies not only in physical connection but also in emotional honesty and vulnerability.

“I promise to communicate better,” you vow, meeting his gaze with determination. “To trust in us, in our love, and to share everything with you, no matter how wild or unconventional.”

He laughs heartily, his pretty teeth coming into display as he shakes his head. “I’ll do whatever you want, baby. Just say the kink and I’m there.”

You nod and press your lips against his, your body instinctively laying upon his, your thighs now straddling his side as your tongue explores his mouth with fervour. You hope everyone in the world gets to experience the love and trust that you and Jaeyun have,

Drawing back, he looks at you a little seriously, causing you to sit up straight. “We do need to talk about your computer password being Lee Jaeyun’s birthday and not mine,” he says half jokingly, half serious

Narrowing your eyes, you look deep into his. “Now, how do you know what my computer pin is?”

Instead of giving you an answer, he pulls you in closer, enveloping your lips with his as he swirls his tongue gently with his, hoping to distract you from the question It should only take a few more orgasms to make sure you never remember the question, saving him the scolding he would get for checking your password.

Maybe he’ll gag you this time, just in case.

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[heartfullofleeches]

OOOO moth darling? I wanna throw my idea in too. Maybe a super kind and caring goth moth darling? Especially when they look super menacing (bcus they wear hardcore goth fashion) but their favorite game is smthn like animal crossing or they like super relaxing hobbies. (Also adonis could literally suffocate in the big tittie from his goth partner.) I hope you see my vision. PLEASE.

[Yan Butterfly + Goth Moth Darling]

Adonis is so weak for Darling.... He probably sneaks invites them into the buildings/homes he cleans for his job especially if there's been a murder or the home owners had some decor he knew they'd like. Adonis makes a fair amount of money from his cleaning gig, even moreso on contacts that are more "under the table" ergo shady folks looking to clean up any evidence left behind - but he's always spending his cash on gifts he knows Darling will like because he knows their preferred style of dress ain't always cheap.

Darling tells him they don't need it, but how can he stop when they're so kind to him? Making sure he eats, takes breaks, sleep. Butterfly boy may have worked himself to death by now if it wasn't for them. The long, grueling hours are worth it so long as he gets to come home and rest on their soft, warm ti- pillows...

-

"Brought you some sandwiches. Nothin' special, grabbed them from that gas station around the corner, but I knew you had to have something since you've been here all morning. Promise I'll grab something more filling next time"

An angel....An absolute angel gifted from the heavens above. Here you were bringing him food and checking up on him, yet you had the gull to believe it wasn't enough.

"...thanks...." Adonis shyly takes the bag from you, tensing as your fingers brush against his. You gaze around the living room as he clumsily works to untie its strings. The couch, TV stand, and coffee table had all been pushed towards the far walls - dark stains embedded into the carpet close to where the legs of the table once stood. You crouch to get a better look.

"Is this...." Your voice grows quiet - barely a whisper as you extend your hand. "Where it happened?"

"M....Mhm..." Adonis mouths through bitefuls of bread and cheese. The sandwich wasn't the best, or worst thing he'd ever eaten, but knowing it came from you made every bite heaven. He had given you some details of the incident that had taken place. A burglary gone wrong resulting in the death of an innocent man. Nobody even knew he was gone until bills began piling up. Never had many friends or close family.... Adonis wasn't close with his parents either... If something happened to him... you'd probably be the first and only to notice...

"Adonis?..."

"Y...Yeah?"

The butterfly freezes as your arms fall around him, pulling him towards your chest.

"Promise me that no matter what you'll text me at the end of every shift you have. It doesn't matter how late it is...All I care about is that you're safe."

You actually care.... Adonis has always know that, but hearing you say it out loud even if muffled by his face smothered by your chest...He knew it was an inappropriate time, but it was hard not to obsess over the contact with every beat of your heart playing like a melody in his ear. An angel, his angel. His saving grace he'll never let go.

"I will... Every night... I promise to I'll let you know whenever I get home.. I promise."

"Thank you....."

Adonis looks down at his half eaten sandwich. "...My bosses said I could take anything I wanted. I think there's still some clothes in the closet still that you might like if you're interested?"

"Raiding a dead guy's closet wasn't on my list of plans today...but I think I have enough space in my schedule."

[90sbee]

Dying is not an option (when you're by my side)

Leon S. Kennedy x Gn!reader

1k words. Also on a03

Soft fingers caress his lips, keep his body warm, his belly full and his back massaged.

“I’ll always have a home,” Leon finally manages to get out, a complete sentence, voice without hesitation.

He closes his eyes, kisses the skin of your shoulder.

Hell, he is trying.

When his mind seems to get too clouded by the visions of monsters, you pull him out of the depths of his trauma. He does his best to love you. He tries.

Or the fic in which you make Leon repeat comforting phrases so it finally gets in his head that he is loved.

Just a very soft idea that wouldn't leave my head and that's been too long in the wip folder. The warnings make it seem worse than it is, but happy ending I promise!!! Had re4r in mind for this one but can be read with other older versions of him. (Though the older the Leon, the angstier it gets lmao)

Content: No use of y/n, very very soft love, hurt/comfort, some angst, established relationship, living together, sitting on his lap, a tiny bit of possessive Leon (yay!)

Warnings: +18 ONLY. No smut but some suggestive lines. Mentions of blood, suicide, guns and overall (some brief) gore. Leon's mental struggles (depression, anxiety). I'm not a native English speaker but I (lazily) proofread and edited this one.

You lean forward, just a little closer to his body. Leon groans, his face unreadable still.

“Don’t want to,” he muses, kind of annoyed at your proposal.

“Just trust me.”

He reluctantly nods, as you get comfortable on his lap. His firm thighs under you, the warmest and comfiest seat you could ever ask for.

You worry about him, worry so much.

You know now: know what he does, what he works as. At first it was hard to believe it, the stories about human turned monsters, about creatures that linger between heaven and hell. But you had to believe him, you were forced to the first time Leon crumbled down in your arms, sobbing the entirety of the night, the immensity of his body reduced to shivering and tears.

“I love you,” you had told him that time. “I’m not letting you go. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

You whisper the same things again now, your voice reverberating close to his ear. Leon eases the grip on your hips, replaces it with a soft touch. He tries to calm down, closes his eyes for a moment too long.

“You love me,” he seems to ask, as if trying to convince himself of it, as if trying to find himself worthy of such a feeling from someone like you.

“I do,” you confirm, cupping his cheeks.

He nods, though his heart is thumping in his chest still. Your hands move to his shoulders, then to his arms, caressing the skin with soft strokes.

“I love you… Look at me.”

He obliges, eyes like the ocean, marked by the heavy and dark eyebags.

It breaks your heart to see him like this. Your lip trembles as you lean closer, shortening the distance.

It is entirely possible —as you’re so much aware of— that one day you’ll come home to an unlocked gun and his body in the bathtub. Or maybe it would be the rifle, the carpet stained with blood and pieces of what used to be his jaw.

A jaw that you love so much, that you kiss now.

Leon sighs, seems content with such affection, his hands getting lost down your thighs.

“Listen to me. You’re gonna repeat as I say, okay?” an attempt to get him out of his head, to remind him of who he is.

“ …‘Kay,” he mumbles, seemingly distracted.

“I’m… good.”

He scrunches his nose, pinkish lips downturned. Naturally, he doesn’t dare to say those words. He doesn’t want to trick his brain.

“C’mon,” you egg him, patting his shoulder gently.

The action seems to at least make his lips curve slightly.

“I’m good,” he whispers, his voice insecure.

He tries. You can see how hard he does it: coming home as much possible, the dirty laundry now clean and with a soft cinnamon scent. A sunflower in the kitchen vase next to the window, the coffee mug always clean even when you leave it in the sink, ready to be washed in the morning.

“I’m a good partner,” you resume, reminiscing.

That does stops him in his tracks, a gentle blush rooting on his cheeks, the smile more pronounced now. Leon presses his face against your neck.

“… Do I really have to say it?”

“Yep.”

He breathes on your neck, as if trying to take in a bit of your kindness, a bit of your peace. He closes his eyes, tries to control his breathing. But his hands grip your hips harder.

He fucking loves you.

Leon is not sure he deserves this yet, the warm body on the bed, the pretty smile that kisses him goodbye, lets him go away even in the middle of the night.

“I love you,” he backtracks, pressing a kiss on your neck.

You chuckle, and allow him that admission.

“Very cute but that’s not what you had to repeat.”

Leon raises his eyebrows, feigning annoyance. He keeps his fingers on your hips, dancing on your skin, drawing patterns as he keeps you close. He wishes he could sign his name there, mark you forever so you’d never get too far away from him… So he’d always have a right to come back to you.

“But I love you…” he pouts.

You grab his face with utmost care, force his cheeks to look upwards at your face.

“I love you too. Lots.”

You kiss his forehead. His body melts under that touch.

“ ‘m a good partner” he mumbles, quickly.

“My baby loves me.”

Now Leon chuckles.

“My baby loves me,” he hides again on your neck, his smile etched constantly on his face now. You hug him closer, kiss his forehead once more, as if sheltering a lost angel in your arms.

“I’ll always have a home.”

Oh, that one seems to break him a little. Leon immediately whines, his hands gripping your body with ferocity against his. He can’t say… He shouldn’t. He… he can’t and…

His heart starts beating faster and he gulps.

“You can do it…” you encourage him and he wants to try. He knows, deep inside, that is true and that he is now safe. It takes him several minutes until his anxiety dissipates and he can look up at you, your eyes encapsulating warmth that he had never experienced with anyone else.

Soft fingers caress his lips, keep his body warm, his belly full and his back massaged.

“I’ll always have a home,” Leon finally manages to get out, a complete sentence, voice without hesitation.

He closes his eyes, kisses the skin of your shoulder.

Hell, he is trying. It is seen not only in how much he makes time for you, but also in the way he follows along with your little silly ideas, suggestions to try to build himself up again.

And though he wouldn’t directly admit it, since you two are together he has promised himself to fight his hardest in every mission. He spits his own blood, wipes off the exhaustion from his face and keeps pushing forward. Because, he’ll be damned, he wants to see you once more. And once more. And again and again… And when he comes home, to you, Leon immediately checks —for the tenth time— the safety on each gun and leaves them in locked boxes, his fingers slowly forgetting what it’s like to toy with weapons in the sanctuary that you’ve built for the two of you. The cold of the metal is now replaced by the warmth between your thighs, the flesh on your hips, the softness of your hands.

Hell, he is definitely trying.

And it’s fucking working.

God to be on his lap honestly!!! A dream. And if you've made it to the end, thank you!! Mwah, sweet soul 💙

[steddiealltheway]

Some College AU

It’s about an hour after what Eddie is now naming “The Incident” when he storms into Nancy’s room. He glances down to the left where Nancy's roommate leaves her red converse - announcing she’s in the room. But right now, they're gone and only Nancy's shoes are in the spot. So, Eddie flops down on the plush rug in the center of the room and covers his eyes with his hands.

“Nancy, I fucked up. It was so embarrassing,” Eddie sighs and hears the telltale click of a laptop shutting from above him. She must be in her lofted bed, but it doesn’t matter because he needs to rant. “You know, maybe I should go ahead and drop out and save myself the embarrassment of once again running into the human embodiment of every single wet dream I’ve ever had.”

There’s a slight gasp that Eddie knows is Nancy’s “Eddie we’ve been friends forever, but there are just some things I do not need to know about you” gasp. But it’s not her turn to talk. In fact, she’s the exact reason he’s in this predicament because without her convincing him to apply to the same college and actually go with her, then he would never be here.

Eddie groans and rolls over onto his stomach burying his face in the rug. He points up behind him gesturing vaguely towards where Nancy is sitting and says, “This is all your fault, but thank you for always shampooing your carpet it smells nice.” It comes out more as a muffled mess, so Eddie sighs and turns his head to the side.

“But anyways. I had my damn intro to economics class, and please tell me why we have to take foundation courses later because I think it’s the stupidest thing on this planet except for me at the moment. Because before that class a beautiful, kind man had to clean chocolate milk out of his sweater because of me. And this is exactly why I will never show my face in the dining hall again or anywhere on campus, so I will never run into that perfect man again. End of story.” Eddie finishes his rant, knowing he’s going to say more because he still feels like a stupid idiot. Because yes, spilling a drink on someone is bad, but that’s just clumsiness and nerves and that’s forgivable. But when Adonis himself is target of said drink, and the drink is goddamn chocolate milk… that’s unforgivable.

Eddie groans and rolls onto his back to stare up at Nancy who will likely have her head poked over the side of her bed with that flat look of “are you done yet?” solely expressed through a tight smile. Only, Nancy isn’t peaking over the side of her bed. But out of the corner of his eye, he spots someone else glancing over the edge of Nancy’s roommate’s lofted bed.

Holy shit. It’s hot dining hall man. “Fuck shit fuck damnit,” Eddie eloquently says, scrambling to get up and immediately backing up into Nancy’s desk. “What the fuck?” Eddie heaves out. He’s died, and gone to his own personal Hell, that’s the only explanation for it.

“I’ve never been called beautiful before,” the man says with a big smile, cheeks slightly pink, and holy shit he’s so beautiful. Maybe Eddie has died and gone to his own personal heaven. Then the man is climbing down the ladder and giving Eddie the view of his life before he’s right in his space. “I’m Steve,” he says, holding his hand out.

Eddie automatically takes it and wills any part of his brain to work but it’s all been turned to goo as he shakes his hand. “What are you doing here?” Eddie asks, and he thanks himself for at least somehow reacting although he sounds pretty breathless.

“Robin’s my best friend. I'm just waiting for her to get back, but I think her and Nancy went out to get groceries or something. But it’s nice to formally meet you…” Steve trails off, and Eddie notices he’s still holding his hand with his very clammy one.

“Eddie,” he supplies when he realizes what Steve is prompting. Gosh he has such nice lips... and eyes… and hair… and a really nice nose honestly and… Eddie stops when he realizes he’s blatantly checking the man out once again. “Shit,” Eddie mumbles under his breath and takes his hand back.

“I’ve also never been called the human embodiment of someone’s wet dreams before,” Steve says. Oh shit. He’s really going to bring that up and not move past it. Eddie sighs, and prepares to apologize when he notices… Steve is smiling. An overwhelmingly charming type of smile as if he was flirting.

Eddie opens his mouth and says the first thing that comes to mind, “I spilt my chocolate milk on you.” He cringes. Okay, thinking before speaking is something else he needs to work on this semester. Got it.

“You did,” Steve says with an amused smile. He points to his shirt. “Changed and everything. Plus, the other sweater is fine, and it was too warm to wear today anyways.”

That is an absolute lie because it’s freezing outside. But Eddie doesn’t call him out on it. Instead he says, “Blue is a nice color on you. In the color way, not the… depressed way. Jesus H. Christ.” Eddie pauses, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath. He opens them and with a wide smile he says, “Hell of a way to make a first impression.”

“I’ve noticed you around before,” Steve admits as if it were no big deal although their campus is fairly large, and Eddie had somehow never seen him before today, so he has no idea how that was possible.

“How have I never noticed you before?” Eddie asks honestly but takes pride in the way it makes Steve’s face flush. “Maybe you can make it up to me - all that lost time when my eyes were not graced by your beauty.” Yeah, he's still got it.

Steve laughs pleasantly and looks away somewhat bashfully, but he quickly recovers and leans into Eddie space. “Just tell me how to make it up to you, and I’ll do it.”

Eddie swallows. Oh, this is dangerous. He is dangerous. And Eddie knows exactly what he’s going to request first-

The door opens, and Eddie and Steve’s heads snap to the side. Nancy walks in and freezes.

“What’s wrong Nance? Why did you-” Robin walks in and also freezes. She takes a second to recover before she cracks a big smile and nudges Nancy. "You owe me ten bucks."

Nancy sighs and sets her grocery bags down then digs through her purse emerging with ten dollars which she hands to Robin. What the hell?

"What's that about?" Steve asks, not taking a step out of Eddie's personal space, but he's really not complaining.

"Robin bet ten bucks that you two would somehow meet and hit it off before we could introduce you guys," Nancy says then turns and smacks Robin on the arm. "You planned this didn't you?"

Robin puts her hands up. "I had no idea Steve or Eddie were coming over. Not my fault that we gave them copies of our keys."

"They're for emergency use only though," Nancy says then turns an accusatory finger at the boys. "What was your emergency?"

Eddie catches a quick glance at Steve. They both know what Eddie's "emergency" was, but Steve looks a bit reluctant to admit his. A quick glance towards Nancy, and Eddie is immediately spilling out the truth, "I ran into a hot guy in the dining hall and spilled chocolate milk all over him and needed to rant."

Nancy looks disappointed but satisfied in the answer, so she turns to Steve expectantly. Steve shoots Eddie a quick glance and runs a hand through his hair. He gives in and admits, "A cute guy spilled chocolate milk on me, and I wanted to talk about it..."

Eddie gapes at Steve. There's no way. There's absolutely no way this gorgeous man was there for that reason. Holy shit. Steve turns to Eddie and softly smiles at him, and Eddie absolutely melts at the sight.

Robin laughs, "Nancy, you owe me twenty bucks." And bless Nancy, she reaches into her purse and hands Robin ten more dollars as Eddie and Steve continue to stare at each other.

Maybe going to college was the best thing Nancy has ever convinced Eddie to do.

I currently have about zero time to be writing stuff, but I missed you all and missed getting to write steddie content, so I'm just glad to get something down.

[dreamauri]

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Why were you so shaky? The paint is going to splatter on your clothes. Stop it. You like this shirt. Stop shaking. You should be happy, Y/N. Be happy.

Blink. It's too blurry, blink! Was your vision always so blurry like this?

Yes.

No it's not. Are you crying? You are, aren't you.

"I'm crying?" You're voice was hoarse and quiet. The whole apartment was quiet and your voice was the first one you've heard in a while.

You'd arrived early in the morning only to be greeted by an empty apartment and silence. Your suitcase was the only noise you could hear as you dragged it to the apartment along with it dropping on the floor once you found the spare key and entered.

Your morning was spent deep cleaning and tidying the foreign flat. The dishes were dusty and the carpet had practically gone trough a hurricane. The only pleasure you had taken is unpacking your clothes ( the only items you could bring along ) and finding a fresh canvas waiting for you outside in the balcony.

You thought maybe taking a small painting session would calm your nerves and cool you down. But it didn't. It didn't at all. All it had done was help all the recent events skin in and settle. This would be your new life now.

Streams of hot tears ran down your eyes damping your cheeks. And while some tears ran downpour neck other dripped from your chin onto the colour palette you held in your hand.

With shaky breaths, the paint brush was set down and your palms were quick to rub dry your eyes and tears.

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"I'm . . . Back." Max sighed as he was greeted with silence. He entered the apartment. It would be pushing it if he expected you to welcome him with a smile and a kiss.

Especially after that small wedding. And especially after being to busy to plan and go on a honeymoon. And especially after not coming to pick you up from the airport when he instead chose to go play a game of paddle with his friends.

Only when he saw you painting in the balcony did he feel guilt swell in his chest. He'd treated you like a package didn't he? Ordered you. But even packages you wait for and greet at the door.

This package had to let herself in, and she had apparently seen the chaotic state of the household and took matters into her own hands. Max now knew that he didn't make the best choices. Maybe he shouldn't greet you all smelly and exhausted. Not the best way to greet your new wife.

Oh but what a wife. Max thought dreamily, the cool water from the shower adjusting the temperature of his body. Your skin and body, a blessing from heaven. Your eyes, beautiful big diamonds. Your hair, golden silk.

A true prize you were. He's always wanted to keep you in his pocket ever since he saw you for the first time in high-school back in the day. And although he was a whole two years younger than you with him in year 9 and you in 11, he couldn't help himself.

"There you are." Max smiled as he finally found you, his hand finding your bicep and stopping you in your track. "Hey." The greeting was gentle and whispered in your ear, his arm finding your waist and pulling you in a kiss.

"Hi." You whispered just as quietly, looking down to avoid his eyes. You always thought they were too blue and big for his head. People with blue eyes always creeped you out.

"I missed you." "You did?" "Of course I did." Max chuckled , pressing another kiss to your lips. "I see you found my gift." He gestured to the window where the canvas sat drying. "I was going to make you something to eat. I didn't know when you were coming. I didn't hear you come in." "That's fine. I was thinking we can go eat . . . out i mean. eat out . . . You want to eat out?" "—Yeah yeah, I can eat out." You nodded quickly, the awkwardness was growing quickly.

[lichenes]

vincent renzi nsfw alphabet? :3

Thank you for the ask anon ;D

I figured this would be the best way to start writing nsfw soooo :3c

Giggling. kicking my feet literally. If you want me to elaborate on any particular letter feel free to lmk :]

I tried to make it as gn as possible :p

Vincent Renzi x gn!reader

CW: Less descript-y than my usual works, different format basically, kinda drifted from the nsfw-ness of it in a few of the subpoints lol, NSFW

wc: (excluding the template) 1,2k

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he would kiss you through your orgasm and after you've both come off your high he would get up lazily still basking in the afterglow... He would look so good doing it too, his tired eyes observing your still heaving chest. He would ask you if you need anything and provide it for you. A caring partner thats for sure.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also yours)

In this context- he likes his own fingers. You clearly like his hands and he confronted you about it jokingly a few times to tease you. The first time he uses them on you, oh mon dieu... His favourite part of you are your eyes. To look into them while you cum is like heaven to him. While he eats you out he likes to keep eye contact if possible...

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I wouldn't say he's obsessed with you swallowing his cum. He is a tad bit opposed, being familiar with the risks it carries with it. He wouldn't be completely against it so if you feel like it, go for it.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He's a massive yearner. He'd never tell you that but he made a social media account solely to stalk you on it and not for work like he assured you. He would gaze lovingly at your pictures if you post any or just stare at the blank profile picture icon imagining what you were doing at the time.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Mostly, he was pretty vanilla for most his life so if you want to try anything kinkier you should research it together to give him the security of knowing. When it comes to the basic things, fingering, eating out, different positions, he passes with flying colours.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Whatever you're comfortable with and whichever ones he can see your face in. He's obsessed with your face contorting into expressions of pleasure or pain if youre into it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He stays pretty serious for most of the time, teasing you if he feels bold that day. When he feels like you're in a bad mood he tries his best to cheer you up in... many ways. He doesn't crack jokes at random times while you have sex though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's a clean man that's all I can say. His carpet does indeed match the drapes. And most importantly he cares for your comfort which makes him trim himself quite often. When it comes to his facial hair he sometimes forgets to shave and his moustache comes in. He noticed that that's when you make love most passionately so he sometimes 'accidentally' forgets to shave, when he's feeling particularly needy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh big romantic type, the first time you had sex he did the whole, rose petals on the floor, candles lit and all. Every time you have sex it's a special occasion and he feels obligated to make it seem so every time. During the moment he's very tender with you, kissing you and whispering sweet nothings into your ears...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Remember that social media account I was talking about earlier? The first time the thought crossed his mind to masturbate to your pictures he got so flustered he had to go to the bathroom and splash cold water on his face to get rid of the thought. After he has aquired your photos though he does it with only a twinge of embarrassment.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He's big into undressing you if you, the act of stripping your clothes from your perfect body, lord, he couldn't imagine anything as arousing. He is a vanilla man up untill it comes to you riding him. When he's in that state you could convince him to do anything.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed, your patio on the outdoor sofa. You tried to convince him to go at it in his office at the law firm he works at but he got too flustered just at the thought and thought that he'd die of a heart attack if you were to actualise your fantasy.

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

As previously mentioned, undressing you. It's not like he's a complete maniac, taking your shirt off in front of him won't make him faint but he still will get a little flustered. Begging. That's it. He also loves seeing you relaxed. Whenever you're lounging on the sofa he gets the urge to make you just a bit more tense...

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I feel like he wouldn't degrade you unless you begged for it. He is also against impact play, but he's a covenantal man. Talk to him about it and you shall see.

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

Giving or recieving is fine. He's a master at eating pussy and if you aren't comfortable with oral he won't force you to do it. He will happily welcome it thought, giving you tips as you go.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Highly depends on his mood. If he's feeling particularly foul he won't have any qualms to pound you into the matress. If he's upset he'll go slow and sensual to relay to you how much you mean to him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers longer sessions to quickies. Fervency isn't what fuels him most so he prefers to go slow.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes experimenting, with certain limits of course. He prefers not to take risks, a calm and calculated man he is. When he warms up to you though, you could convince him to do it outside your bedroom (ex. the sofa on the patio).

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

When angry or self concious he can go for many rounds, his stamina knows no bounds when he's mad. Normally, he prefers 1-2 rounds a happy medium.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on you or themselves?)

He doesn't own any toys as he's too embarrassed to buy them, online or at brick-and-mortar. If you use any, he likes using them on you during your raptures to rile you up even more.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh this man adores teasing. Especially when he can see that you're too self-assured that day, he likes breaking down your barriers of faux confidence and making you melt in his grasp.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Aside from occasional grunts and moans he isn't very vocal. He loves listening to your sounds though. This man is generally lovestruck by you. With little sounds comes how quiet he is. Maybe that little office endeavour could happen then?

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I think he would go feral if you were to wear lingere for your first time with him. He is definitely a flatterer but he would be talking and thinking about you on the bed just in those perfectly enveloping you bra and panties... MON DIEU.

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

He is on the lean side with his medium height statue perfectly complimenting his overall shape... What? Oh yeah his dick. That's what this subpoint is about. He's hung, not uncomfortably so that you couldn't take him all at once but enough to not be able to put it in without some prep first.

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

Once again he will do it as often as you like, it all depends on you. Although once he's desperate he won't hold back on you and go at it for hours...

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After clean up, he falls asleep in your arms pretty quickly spent from all the lovemaking. Sometimes he stays still just to face your sleeping form and watch your peacefull demeanor, safe from all the evils of the world when in his embrace.

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leon’s nsfw alphabet [re2 version]

࿐ ˚ . ✦ warning(s): definitely +18. explicit sexual content/descriptions of male & female bodies. [my english is a warning on its own, as always.]

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A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Oh this man is THE best at this, he's so attentive and knows exactly what you need simply by looking at you. He's gonna clean you up, feed you, cuddle you (he loves post sex-cuddles to death), and whatever else you need. If you're not used to being pampered to that point, you'll probably feel a bit smothered by his affection. But don't be, he means well, he's just trying to show his love.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

The man is obsessed with you. Utterly. He likes everything about you, from head to toe, including those things not even you like about yourself. He likes your hair, your eyes, lips, your tits, hips, god... your thighs, your ass and of course, your pretty pussy. But he's not shallow, never will be. He appreciates you entirely.

About himself... Leon would probably choose his arms, his hands or his back, mainly because it's where your hands trail around more often, and he's proud you like his physique.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically.)

He is pretty responsible, let's state that. He knows that getting you pregnant by accident is literally the last thing you two need at the moment (unless things are stable and you two have talked about it.) He'd use a condom by default, however if you're on the pill, he'll drop the condoms in a flash, wanting to fuck you raw.

He likes to finish inside you, whether it be your mouth, pussy or wherever you're taking him, since he claims there's nothing better than that feeling.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Leon is a switch, so it's not rare for you to take the reins every now and then, especially when he’s tired after a long day. — However, deep down Leon wants you to completely take over, at least once. To control down to the last detail, the position, pace, if it's sensual or rough, to make him hold back his orgasm until you're ready to take it, or overstimulate him to the point he's a blabbering mess, simply because you don't want to get off his cock.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Up until that point in his life, Leon is very in sync with his emotions. He's not the type of guy who sleeps around, he needs an emotional bond or any sort of feelings to have sex with someone, which meant he wasn't very experienced when he met you.

Still, he's a quick learner, it wasn't long before he picked up on what you liked and got really good on it. He knows what angles you like for him to fuck you, exactly where to curl his fingers when he's fingering you, and how to twirl his tongue around when he's eating you out.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

He's a simple man, he's not gonna go for the most eccentric position or anything pulled out of the Kamasutra. He likes to look at your face while he fucks you, it feels more special and intimate for him, makes him feel closer to you. Plus, looking at your face makes him get harder.

Missionary is his to go position, with your legs over his shoulders when it gets rougher. But... if you ride him? He's gonna go straight to heaven.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He will occasionally say a thing or two that will inevitably make you chuckle or giggle, but he doesn't take intimate moments as a joke, he's really into it, he takes pleasuring you and himself seriously, since it's something very important for both.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Leon honestly couldn't care any less about it. He keeps himself trimmed or shaven if you ask him to be, but he has no problem with body hair, he thinks it's natural. As for your body, he'll like you no matter what you do, it's up to you and your comfort. Hair or no hair, he'll love you and fuck you either way.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

(Let me pretend RE2 didn't happen like that for a sec) Ever since he began working at the Police Department, he was considerably busier, or more tired than he used for be when he was just at the Academy. When you are having sex is one of the few moments where you two are completely alone and able to enjoy each other's company. So it is a pretty big deal to both. And you better believe he's gonna make the best out of it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't have much time to do it nowadays, and whenever he feels the urge he always restrains himself from acting on it, wanting to wait until he's with you. He doesn't see the point of using his hand (which doesn't compare to you at all) and being selfish when he could just go home and bury himself in your pretty pussy, offering both of you pleasure and orgasms.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Leon has experienced a bit but not enough to know all the things he likes yet, he's discovering it with you. All he knows is that he gets off on praise, both giving and receiving. It makes him feel even better when he knows you like what he's doing to you, makes him feel confident.

He's also into overstimulation, even if he doesn't do it consciously. He just likes to pleasure you as much as possible, making you cum as many times as he can, and the poor guy doesn't even notice your poor pussy cannot take another orgasm. He means well though, and he stops when you ask him to.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He's not into risky stuff (yet), so your bedroom or apartment is the best place for him, where he feels more comfortable and at ease, free and willing to let loose and fuck you like you deserve to be.

However, if the urge presented itself and it was impossible to ignore, he'd be willing to fuck you in your car. Nothing riskier than that, because of course, he's a police officer and has to set an example, right?

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

Oh, this one it's easy. Everything. You turn him on. You don't even have to try sometimes, you just have to be yourself, walk like you do, sway your hips, laugh with that beautiful laugh of yours, or kiss him with your pretty lips. And God... if you wanna get him going really fast? Kiss his jaw, or his Adam's apple.

Oh, and also? When you hold on to his biceps when you kiss him, pressing your body against his, that'll turn on a switch inside him instantly.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Sharing. He really, really doesn't like to share, especially not you. Also, nothing that will cause you any sort of pain, he'd hate himself if he ever hurt you.

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

If there's one thing Leon loves is to come back home and have you welcoming him by dropping to your knees and taking his cock in your pretty little mouth, giving him the head of his life, sucking away all the worries he had along the day.

But more than anything he loves to give. Leon is definitely a giver, it's in his nature to serve and help others, and this definitely transfers to the bedroom.

If it were up to him, he would eat your pretty pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He likes to eat you in all the positions possible, while you lay on your back, while you're on all fours and from behind, and if you're up for it? He's a happy man if you ride his face or sit on it. He's obsessed with how you taste, and damn... the way you moan and whimper his name gets him harder than anything else.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He always fucks you in the perfect pace, depending on what you both need that day. If you two were tired, then slow, sensual sex is the way to go, a slow roll of his hips into yours as he mumbles praise into your ear while he rubs your clit with one hand and rolls/pinches your nipples with the other.

If you two are in desperate need of release, then he's gonna be faster, his hips thrusting harder into yours, his grip on your body firmer as he pounds into you, chasing your orgasm and his.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He's needy. Not that he'll ever admit out loud. Which is why this is conflicting, he doesn't like to risk getting caught that often, but at the same time he's sometimes so fucking horny for you he can't keep his dick down, so if the opportunity presents and it's not too risky, Leon will never turn down a quickie. At least not when it's on a decent moment. But most of the time he forces himself to keep it in his pants, at least until you're back home where he can fuck you properly.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's willing to experiment in the bedroom as long as you want it too, and as mentioned before, as long as you're not at risk. If it involves harming you, then he's gonna need some time to get courage to do it; even with your consent. For example: Spanking, choking, tying you up... all of that, it's gonna take sometime for him to warm up to it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

His stamina has increased noticeably since he began training for the Police, so he can last two to three rounds, and it's up to you how long these last, but if it were up to him, he'd be at it all night, with some breaks of course but he doesn't tire easily.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Leon doesn't own any, but if you happen to own some, then he'd be down to use them on you while you have sex, with the purpose of teasing the life out of you, but he'd never, ever let you cum because of them— what kind of boyfriend he'll be if he lets you cum around some piece of plastic and not on his fingers, his mouth, or even better, his cock? He's always gonna finish the job himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The truth is that he teases you without noticing it. He doesn't think too much of it when he walks shirtless around the house, when he flexes his biceps doing random chores, or when he grunts and groans while he works out. Oh... but when he catches on? He's gonna continue teasing you until one of you both breaks. (It's more often him than you, though, man's pussywhipped lowkey.)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not exactly loud, but he's not quiet either. He's not shy about moaning, or praising you, and if you’re really close to him, you'll maybe get lucky and hear a whimper or two.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Leon set himself the rule that you have to cum at least two times before he even allows himself to feel any sort of pleasure. Not only because he wants to make sure you're completely satisfied, but because he wants you nice and wet when he slides inside you. Simple man of simple pleasures.

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

He's a good 8.5 inches, which is impressive. However Leon doesn't get cocky or brag about it, and if you compliment his size he'll just chuckle and downplay it (even if deep down he knows he's big.)

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

He's stressed all the time, to be fair. And as if he wasn't already a man with high libido by nature, his stress transforms into even more libido, so he's horny and needy all the time, there's no point in lying. Sometimes he's in the middle of his shift, and can't stop thinking about how badly he wants to fuck you, or eat you out— he constantly has to remind himself to get it together.

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Leon is only able to fall asleep once he feels you sleeping in his arms, comfortable and safe. His heartbeat will sync with yours, and he'll bury his face in your hair or neck, depending on the position, the feeling of your breath against his skin, your heartbeat, your warmth... it's the perfect lullaby to send him to sleep.

[sturn-wrld]

🏮🪼nsfw alphabet

summary: i think title kind of explains it

genre: very suggestive!!! if that makes you uncomfortable dni!

warnings: suggestive

a/n: day 1 of smutmas!!

masterlist

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a - aftercare (what they're like after sex)

i feel like matt is excellent with aftercare. cleans you gently, runs you a bath, carries you to the bathroom, gets you a snack if you want it, cuddles with you immediately while whispering soft praises into your ear. he's just the best.

now chris tries his hardest to help but he doesn't always know how to. he will bring you a towel, he'll ask if you want to cuddle or bring you water but he's trying.

b - body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

i feel like neither chris nor matt have a favourite body part on but hear me out, matt is a tits guy and chris is an ass guy. no questions asked.

matt's favourite body part of his own would have to be his stubble just because it's your favourite. when he's eating you out his stubble adds another level of satisfaction and he has caught onto this for sure.

i think chris would have similar reasoning to matt as to why his fingers or back would be his favourites. when his fingers are knuckles deep inside of you and your scratching his back raw he just thinks he is in heaven.

c - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

matt is very respectful when it comes to cumming on (or inside of) you. he only really cums wherever your comfortable with. he definitely loves cumming inside you you though.

now chris is a major head guy so any chance he gets he is cumming in your mouth or on your face. there is no convincing me otherwise! also i feel like he would love cumming on your back.

d - dirty secrets (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

we all know matt is OBSESSED with reading the little smutty fics but i feel like he takes inspiration from them. also if you were also in the public eye he would read fics written about you.

i feel like chris would have a pair of your panties or one of your bras or something that he could on when your not around. and tbh he probably isn't even that secret about it around you

e - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

matt knows what he's doing. you can tell he isn't a virgin in the best way possible. i feel like he would know exactly what to do to get you going and how to use his dick AND hands to his advantage.

i don't think chris is a virgin but i also don't think he is a sex addict. i feel like it's the perfect middle where he has fucked enough to know how to have sex but he isn't having withdrawal symptoms when he hasn't had sex for a day.

f - favourite position (the title explains it enough)

matt lovessss when you ride his cock. he loves seeing your tits bounce up and down as you ride him until he starts fucking up into you chasing his high.

because chris is an ass guy, he is obviously also a doggy man. he loves slamming into hard from behind, watching your ass jiggle and slapping it at his free will.

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

matt is the perfect blend of serious and goofy. he is serious when he needs to be but makes jokes and laughs with you when something happens or when there is an appropriate window to.

chris is silly with everything so why would that change in sex? he is almost constantly goofy in sex, that is until either of you are reaching your climax and that is when he starts being a little more serious.

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

matt doesn't like to be completely bald. 'it looks weird' is his reasoning. so he has a hair that he sometimes forgets to groom but when he does it, it is short.

chris doesn't really like hair but also he doesn't like the feeling of being bare so he has hair but is neatly groomed.

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

while matt does have his days where he just needs to let steam off and fuck 9 out of 10 times he is an angel during sex. he loves doing all the 'cliche' things, like lighting candles or playing a playlist he made. on top of that he loves giving you compliments the whole time.

chris loves to deny that he is lovey during sex but lord is he. he loves doing most of the work and letting you relax during but he definitely has the times where he is pent up and just fucks you like crazy.

j - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

matt NEEDS you. all. the. time. if you aren't able to come over he will beg you to facetime and help him but if you are too busy he is definitely pulling up the videos and photos he took of you.

chris is similar and prefers you to do it but if you aren't available he is pulling up the videos of and the ones you guys made and sending you videos of him doing it instead.

k - kink (one or more of their kinks)

matt definitely has a praise and a begging kink. his praise kink goes both ways. he loves telling you how good you are doing for him or how he loves what your doing. he also loves when you tell him how good he is doing and how good you feel. his begging kink is really only when you are begging him to do what you want. he isn't the type to beg.

chris definitely has a slight pain kink (nothing past slapping) and/or overstimulation. him being the biggest ass guy, LOVES seeing your ass jiggle and the sound is music to his ears. he also loves fucking you to the point where tears are almost swelling out of your eyes but he doesn't do it too much because he is scared he will hurt you.

l - location (favorite places to do the deed)

matt does not like public sex at all really so his favourite place is definitely either of your beds. probably your bed more just because there is a very minimal chance that you guys get caught as there is no one to catch you.

chris doesn't mind some public sex here and there to a certain extent but nothing too wild. maybe a restaurant bathroom or in the car but nothing too wild where people may see. his favourite place by far though is the bathroom counter. he loves bending you over the counter right after edging you in the shower.

m - motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

matt's main types of motivation are kisses and clothes. if you kiss him in the right place (just below his ear or the back of his neck) he is bricked up and ready to go. if you wear some of his favourite clothes (tight clothing tbh) he is ready when you are and is pushing onto the closest bed.

chris loves when you wear his clothes a little too much. he can't deal with the sight of you wearing his oversized hoodie or his sweatpants without almost creaming his pants. he also loves when you touch him in anyway. even if your just rubbing his shoulder or touching his hair he is about to bust.

n - no (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

i think matt and chris agree on shit and piss being a huge no. even if you were obviously joking they would reconsider who they are fucking.

i feel specifically matt also wouldn't be into food stuff either. i feel as if he has pretty vanilla kinks himself but wouldn't mind if the other person had kinks besides his no's.

chris doesn't like the thought of a threesome just due to the fact that he has to share you with someone. he is way too possessive for that shit.

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

don't get me wrong matt loves giving you head, rubbing his stubble along your sensitive areas and pleasing you but he LOVES getting head so much. he loves seeing you work for it and it turns him on even more seeing you work so hard.

chris loves giving and receiving equally. he would love giving you head for hours and hours because he loves seeing you so pleasured, squirming around and not being able to keep still AND he's good at it. but when it has been a long stressful day or week he loves to kick back, relax and get some head. he would even start face fucking you from how good you make him feel.

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

because matt knows how to make you go crazy during sex he knows mixing it up is perfect. he will always start slow and time his thrusts perfect for your body but i feel like as it progresses he would go faster and slower when it seems you need it. he definitely prefers fucking you slow and controlled but definitely deep and rough at the same time.

chris similarly starts slow and fastens over time but if he's extra needy or you've been teasing him he will start off fucking you like a maniac and not stopping until you beg.

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

matt doesn't specifically love quickies a lot. he loves his intimate, slow sex more than anyone else but when it comes down to it if your waiting in a parking lot and you just happen to be bouncing on his lap for 5 minutes he's not gonna argue.

while yes, chris loves a slow, nice fuck, he loves the thrill of having to fuck you quickly before an event while his brothers are waiting down in the car. 'sex is sex' is one of his favourite sayings.

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

when it comes to experimenting during sex, matt loves to experiment within his and yours boundaries as to not weird either of you out and he doesn't like close to any risks. he doesn't really like to even fuck when his brothers are in the house to not risk them walking in on you.

you and chris were once very risky. literally once. the one time you were risky matt almost caught you guys and nick did catch you guys. this swore off any riskiness forever.

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

matt can't last more than one or two rounds most times due to how much energy he puts into making you feel good. he spends so much time focusing on fucking you deep and slow and edging you just right that once he does cum he is absolutely ruined.

i feel like chris could last up to three rounds. not crazy but not nothing. he doesn't put in as much effort or energy as matt but he is definitely trying his hardest to not cum before you and to make you feel good.

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

matt definitely owns a vibrator to use on you but doesn't use it much. he much prefers to do it himself and tbh he doesn't like when you suggest to use the vibrator because he feels like he isn't good enough. he might also own a few for himself.

chris might own a couple basic ones for you but i don't think he owns any for himself. even though he owns toys for you i don't think he uses them at all. he prefers to do it himself but when you wanna use a toy he doesn't mind, he just sits back and watches.

u - unfair (how much they like to tease)

i feel like both the boys LOVE LOVE LOVE to tease. chris is definitely more of a public tease but matt can get you going.

matt loves to tease you to make you beg for him. he loves to push you to your absolute limits to where you are pretty much jumping on top of him.

chris flirts and teases all the time. if you guys are simply sitting next to each other he has a hand on your thigh either rubbing his thumb back and forth or rubbing his whole hand up and down. more specifically if your sitting behind a table he will slowly trail his hand up towards the top of your pants or under your skirt and reach his hand into your panties and then just pull his hand straight back out.

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

matt isn't screaming like a girl but he is definitely letting you know how good you make him feel. he loves praising you and being vocal about how he feels. he also definitely groans and pants a lot.

chris is really vocal. he is groaning and grunting the whole time and sometimes might even let out a few moans. when he is close he is definitely telling you and saying how good you are. he knows it drives you crazy so he may even do it on purpose.

w - wildcard (a random headcanon for the character)

matt loves sending you videos of him fucking himself with your panties wrapped around his dick to get a praise back. he is also sending it to try and almost lure you to come fuck him.

chris loves to take you lingerie shopping to watch you try them on. he follows you into the changing rooms and fuck you right in front of the mirrors. this is where he gets all of his good mirror pics of you guys.

x - x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

matt knows he has a big cock and how much you love it. it's not big in length (it's probably just above average length) but it's thick. because if this he knows how much you love when he fills you up just right.

chris is the opposite. yea he has some girth to him but oml is he long. he definitely can hit all the good spots not effortless making you crazy over his cock.

y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

matt is the type of dude that if he could fuck you everyday he would but due to you guys actually having lives he is happy with 3-4 times a week and the others he's on facetime with you with his dick out.

if chris could fuck you every second of everyday there is no doubt that he would. he is always horny just because of how attracted he is to you. you could he. the most childish, cute smile on in a photo and he can feel himself getting hard.

z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

matt makes sure you are fully clean and hydrated before he even thinks of himself so while you are snuggling up in his bed he is quickly but surely cleaning himself up before sliding into bed and waiting for you to fall asleep before he does.

while chris isn't fully helping with the cleaning situation, he is not falling asleep before you. in cases where neither of you fall asleep. he stays up and chats with you until you eventually give in to sleep.

[togetherhearted]

Commission for @ahhlito [at this point I feel like it is you? After all so many kind gestures towards me 😭]

Topic-Headcanon or drabble about Reader taking care of Pino.

Fun fact,The LoP oc I made is unironically a maid that likes to take care of him like a big sister. I tried my best to not indulge myself too much. I hope you'll like it!

PUPPET CARING

Pino had left many hours ago. It was supposed to be a quick trip outside;or so Geppetto said. Your eyes often glanced outside in hope to see the familiar puffy brown hair coming close to the hotel. Still nothing, so you went back to your chores, not noticing him passing the gates. The puppet dragged his feet inside the hotel's hall. His head was high like always. He shook his metal arm;dripping of oil. Droplets hit the carpet and floor and Polendina thanked the heavens Antonia was not here to see him making a mess 5 seconds in. Pino was positively drenched from head to toe of whatever substance puppets and those new weird zombies released while dying. Sophia went to greet him but stopped mid-walk -Oh- Was everything she could muster. Pino was looking really messy this time. She made him stay put, near the stargazer and went to call you in a hurry. Her light blue shoes ticking on the marbled floor. Polendina instead grabbed a mop and cleaned the floor around a confused Pino who tilted his head and looked at him through all the chore. You walked downstairs, ready to greet the puppet when you stopped mid-stairway. -Oh- You had the same reaction as Sophia. -I told you this was...umh- The other woman tried to find the right words. You huffed and puffed your chest proudly. -Leave it to me. I can handle this- You walked towards Pino. You extended your hand towards him but when he seemed to extend his greasy one you took your hand back. -Ok, never mind Pino. Follow me. We have lots to do- The puppet gave a firm nod and followed you upstairs. Pino followed you in the bathroom where he was undressed and immerged in the warm bubbly bath you promptly prepared. This was the first time he had a bath;he must have been in a bad shape;luckily he seemed waterproof;except for the metal arm that you removed. As the puppet played a bit with a rubber duck you passed him your hands found their way to his hair. Pino tilted his head up and blinked at the foreign sensation. -Sorry,didn't mean to startle you- Pino shook his head and put your hand back in his hair. You figured he liked to have his hair washed. Since he had no problem with being immerged for a long period of time, you moved your attention to his legion arm; scrubbing away all the oil and dirt stuck in the cranes. -They did a number on you, mh?- Pino nodded as his eyes watched you turning his arm like new. It was sparkly even. After his legion arm it was turn of the clothes. You threw everything in a wooden basin and cleaned them. Pino watched you intently;his cogs made ticking noises;he almost seemed happy someone was taking care of him and his belongings. Once done with those as well,you wrapped the puppet in a warm cloth to dry his body and hair. Pino was calmly sitting at the edge of the tub; enjoying your proximity. He wondered if he could the same to you;take care of you like you just did to him. Then an idea came to his...mind. He was going to wash you to repay your kindness, so he pushed you in the tub;drenching you from head to toe. -Pino!W-why?! Why you did t- Pino put his cold finger on your lips before grabbing a sponge. You did the math and burst out laughing. -Oh, you're so silly...-

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[Phantoms of Past — Abby x Reader]

[AFAB!reader, friends to lovers, Christmas themed, br!reader, angsty, MDNI]

a/n: well, is this late for Christmas? yes. but do i care? also yes bc i'm paranoid and have some need to make stuff on time, so imagine my despair when i couldn't finish this. but i ALSO know that I'm doing my best, and for that i have to pat my own back. anyway, this is for my brazilian besties out there!!!

cw: reader is brazilian, usage of phrases in pt-br with the translation after and between parenthesis, owen mentioned (this man is a cw by himself idc this is not a owen appreciated blog), mutual pinning, Abby understands portuguese and even talks some. let me know if i forgot something.

not proof read | word count: 3,274

reblogs are highly appreciated!!

While you drive through the recently cleaned streets of the neighborhood you grew up, thanking the heavens that it stopped snowing for now, the radio plays a seasonal song and your murmur along. The traffic on the main roads were chaotic, almost as congested as your uncle's arteries, but now the decorated rooftops and doorsteps replaced the headlights on your peripheral vision. In front of a house stood a snowman, or at least his body stripped of arms and face.

You park in front of a house with simple adornments and flashers around the main door, a LED deer standing next to it and a small table with fake cookies and milk on top. All the energy was so reminiscent of the years you'd spend a whole day decorating the house with your mom, mainly inside, just so your father and sister could take care of the outside. Now that you both were grown and away, the couple occupied itself with the house interior and resumed the exterior with a simple approach. It never failed to take a smile from you, though, especially seeing the way they would adhere to simple things just because it looked cute, even if it had nothing to do with their native traditions.

Coming from Brasil, for the first part of your life you had hot weather and sunny days on Christmas. Maybe a night of rain, but never snow. Fireworks and catholic mass were on the list, but your parents went just to go along with the rest of the family and friends. They weren't religious, so in the end Christmas was simply another holiday, but with presents and - as all the other holidays - a family gathering. The main difference now was that you were studying in another city, becoming one of the absent relatives; you know, the ones that mainly go home for the holidays and vacations. It wasn't bad, but they definitely missed you a lot and the feeling was mutual.

Using your key to get in, the sounds of Simone’s “Então É Natal” (“And So It Is Christmas”), a brazilian holiday song, hit you immediately. You chuckle, taking off your boots and coats. From the front corridor the ornamented tree is visible, carrying innumerous lights and details. There's probably not a single empty wall, the seasonal decoration filling every inch of your field of vision.

“There she is!” Your father shouts as you appear in the living room smiling. The man goes into your direction with open arms, holding you tight. You smell that same cologne he wears since you can remember anything, and along with the warmth of the house, it truly feels like home. Some of the tension from university and work just falls on the carpet, leaving your body to receive all the good things inside that place.

“Carlos, you'll smash our child and I cannot have another one”, your mom yells somewhere from the kitchen direction, making you laugh.

“I can get another one anywhere, Marília”, he finally lets go, an arm around your shoulders. “Won't be as nice as this one, though”

“Of course not, she's irreplaceable”, your cousin Felipe says, approaching. “Prima, você tem feito falta!” (“Cousin, you have been missed!”) He holds you sideways with an insane amount of exaggeration, taking an embarrassed chuckle from you. Felipe was a lawyer with a lot of charisma, but inside he was just your cousin that your mom liked a lot. You both used to play together growing up. “From some people, a little too much”, he whispers playfully before running away, not letting you scold him for bringing up something you were not prepared to deal with this earlier, especially when the person implied wasn't even around. Yet.

Your father doesn't seem to notice, now talking with your mom again.

“Hey, Alice”, you wave to Felipe’s wife sitting on the couch, drinking something on a Christmas themed mug.

“Hey, sweetie! How's uni?”

“Tiring”, you shrug. “How about the kids?”

Your name is once again shouted through the house, and as you turn around three kids are running into you. Camila, Jorge e Rayana hold your waist, almost making you fall with a laugh. Camila is the oldest, at five years old, but the others are at the age of three. They're simply the most precious people in that family.

“Meus pestinhas!” (“My little brats!”) You start messing their hairs and pinching their ears playfully.

“Eu perdi um dente, olha!” (“I lost a tooth, look!”) Camila smiles widely, showing the first little window on her mouth.

“Ela tá ficando banguela e feia” (“She's getting toothless and ugly”) Jorge points out, and by Camila's reaction this isn't a new saying.

“Well, that's too bad. Because you'll get toothless and ugly too, just wait a few years”, Rayana and Camila laugh as the boy pouts at your response, looking at their mom.

“Vamo, vamo, abram espaço. Preciso abraçar minha filha” (Come on, come on, clear the way. I need to hug my daughter) Your mom’s voice finally reached the living room before her arms were wrapped around your torso. It's warm and familiar, you've missed her so much.

“Oi, mãe” (“Hey, mom”)

“Você tá tão magrinha, filha. Aposto que não anda comendo direito na correria, né?” (“You're so skinny, child. I bet you haven't been eating well in all the rush, right?”) The caressing she does on your back is reassuring, and by that you can tell you're going back with bowls filled with food. “Sua irmã vai chegar só mais tarde, seu pai vai buscar ela na estação” (“Your sister will arrive just later, your father will pick her up on the station”)

“When will uncle Jerry get here? He said he would get me new crayons”, Rayana mumbles while playing with one of the numerous ornaments on the lit up tree.

You try not to react to what that phrase implies, going with your mom to the kitchen to busy your hands and your mind with something else. She would probably kick you out of there soon anyway, she never liked having other people in the kitchen with her unless very necessary. But the need to act normal, smile and not think about family friends coming over it's bigger than the prospect of being scolded out of a room.

While the conversation continues in the living room and the song plays to never leave an empty place in your audition, you hover around the place talking with your mom about the neighborhood news and her routines in the morning walks group. It's comforting to know about what's going on, even if it doesn't really affect your life.

You help her cut the bread to make rabanadas (french toasts), looking forward to finally eating them. It's one of your favorite things of this season, even though you could actually find it anywhere at any time of the year. But the memories of having a plate of those on the supper table, covered in sugar and cinnamon, it's one of your favorites. So you're dividing your attention between the chore of slicing the bread and listening to your mom speaking, when a name being yelled in the living room catches your ear and you almost cut the tip of your thumb.

It's Jorge’s voice. “Abby!”

It's a blessing your mom didn't notice it, but now you have a bigger motive to stay inside the kitchen and never leave it.

No matter how much your mother talked, or the music filled the air, or the people in the other room got into different conversations within the group; her voice seemed louder than any other thing to you. You would swear she was next to the table you had the cutting board on, chatting with the children and playing with them.

You could swear you could listen to her whispering to you about lonely nights and missing pieces of a puzzle.

“Tia!” (“Auntie!”)

Your mom stops speaking just to turn around and look into the tall woman's direction. “Abigail!” Her comforting, mothering arms hold the strong torso, and the blonde needs to be in a not very straight posture to fully embrace your mom. What could you say, hightness wasn't in your family's genes.

“One of these days you'll be able to carry me around, with how big and strong you're getting!” And they both laugh as if Abby didn't live at the end of the block and they saw each other constantly.

All the while, you're trying to avoid the upcoming, inevitable moment. Your eyes glue on the bread, but you're not really looking at it. They're talking but you can't decipher the words, just assimilate the sweet voice making your cells tremble in vibrations. Cutting another piece, and another, then another, then-

“Puta que pariu-” (“Motherfucker-”), a drop of blood falls onto the cutting board when you pull your hand away, thumb red and hurting.

“What happened?” Your mom asks, concern in her voice.

“I cut my finger”, the running water of the sink makes the wound sting when you put the finger under it, the blood keeps coming out.

“I can take care of that if you need to”, Abby says, making you look directly at her for the first time of the night.

And you have to give the lack of air to the pain. You have to, because otherwise you would be admitting that looking at her takes your breath away.

“Yeah, Abby is working as a nurse in a school now. I bet she's used to this type of thing”, Marília goes to the cutting board, taking the pieces you've cut already.

There's nowhere to run over this. What will you say, that you don't want her to take care of your wound? That you can't be next to her, orelse all the coherent thoughts in your mind will fade away, leaving room for her voice? That your fingers ache to touch her?

You look to your still bleeding finger under the open faucet, then to the tall, blonde woman again. And while your mother wasn't looking, you both had a silent conversation about something, everything. She could see the doubt in your eyes, but you could see the pleads in hers.

“Sure, I think it wouldn't be much…” You try to smile, finally turning the faucet off and grabbing a towel to wrapp around your finger.

You both go upstairs, she tells you how there was a first aid kit in the bathroom and your stomach jumps at the realization that she knew your house more than yourself probably. Looking forward at all times and trying not to pay too much attention to her careful hand touching your arm like she was guiding you around the place.

“Go to your room, I’ll take the kit”, and you don’t even look at her to see how she was looking at you. You don’t know how that hurt her, mainly because you’re trying to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

The room is just like you always leave it after the breaks, bed neatly covered and books on the shelves. Some stuffed animals that you couldn’t bear to donate were aligned on a shelf next to a poster of a band you liked, the black and red contrasting with the creamy colors of a small giraffe. You saw the table where once you were pressed against, the lamp giving a soft light on the room as you felt a pair of lips so close to yours after all those years of yearning and silent pining.

“Okay, let’s give this a look” she was back using that voice, the one for the workplace. Tender, but firm; like she was trying to be secure, but reassuring.

Abby pulled the chair next to the table so she could sit in front of you, her knees together between your separated legs as she carefully took your hand and unwrapped the towel. Crimson drops started to flow down your finger, and the blonde woman never took the blue eyes away from the cut.

The distance wasn’t enough. Her scent would haunt the bedroom all night, making you dream about her just like it happened before, during your late school years, when she came to spend the day and left you numb and daydreaming. Her touches were so gentle, featherlight.

“It wasn't that bad, we can handle it”, she muttered like she was talking to one of the students from the school she worked at. “So, how's college?”

“It's okay, I guess”, with eyes glued on your own hand, you tried not to notice her thighs too much. “I've been working my ass off to write a paper while keeping up with classes and the monitoring thing”

“You'll get this, I'm sure”, you looked up just in time to see a smirk on her lips, but then returned to look down again before being trapped on that hypnotizing expression. “After all, you've always been very good with your words”

“It was easier in school, though”

“It always is”, she cuts the bandage before wrapping your finger with it. “But that's the thing, right? We start to realize how school was maybe easier, but then again, would you rather be back?”

“Oh, fuck no”, you chuckle as she finishes the curative. “I wouldn't change this for that”

“Yeah”, you finally look up more confident, meeting her indescribable expression. “I would change some things, actually”

“Like what?” You're just keeping the conversation, just trying to let it flow well enough for it to be bearable. You surely weren't expecting the next phrase.

“I wouldn't have dated Owen”, she sighs.

Owen was Abby's boyfriend. They started dating in the last year of school, and looked very much in love, for your displeasing. He wasn't a bad guy per se, but the fact that you already had a crush on Abby made you think that your feelings towards him were totally based on jealousy. So every single thing you had to say about him would be shoved down your throat immediately, and you'd just smile and nod to your friend anytime she mentioned him. You told her he was nice - couldn't bring yourself to say more than that - and supported their relationship with the most painful role in that whole story: the best friend with an unrequited crush.

By fall you found out she and Owen had broken up. Right after…

“Why is that?” Her eyes wander from the quilt to your hands, then back to your face. They were so beautiful, you could spend the rest of the night admiring them. Or the way her hair would fall around her face with soft lines, how her freckles were so attractive to the touch, especially on her arms.

“Don't think I was really into him… At least not in the right way”, Abby was the one not looking at you now, almost more interested in putting the stuff back on the kit box. “I could've been honest with him… And with you”

“Abby-”

“That's fine…” She shrugged. “He was a little bit of a dumbass anyway”

Silence falls around you both, filling the room with an emptiness.

The image of them both in your living room, last Christmas, haunts your mind as soon as you remember how you knew nothing and was too caught up in your own thoughts at the time. The way she laughed at his jokes, making your stomach turn as you smiled politely. Or how you saw them kissing next to the coat holder by the front door, and all the food you ate wanted to come back in awful bitterness.

You never told anyone. Never said a word, as always, rather keeping the green feeling on the back of your mind in order to not do something stupid - like being rude or start crying.

But then, you came home for the summer break. You dad was making barbecues in the backyard, you mom decorated the house with all the stuff your cousin brought from Brasil on his last trip, and you'd listen to pagode in the living room while the kids were playing and running, waiting for the meat to be properly roasted so they could finally eat.

Internally, you were ready to deal with that same gut-rotting feeling all over again. The plan was to sustain the fake expression until the time allowed you to pull the tiredness card on everyone and go to your room to watch some old telenovela.

Abby showed up alone, greeting everyone as usual. And when she looked at you, you could swear that was something in her eyes that could make you shiver. How she took your figure in before hugging you, how she held you so tight and for a little bit longer. How she was always trying to be next to you. You couldn't decipher, though, and the whole day went by mixing the confusion of her being without Owen and not even mentioning his name, and the rush of being that close to her again.

That night, in your room, she kissed you. Right there, where you were sitting now, she held your face between your hands and your skin shivered, while her lips touched yours.

You waited for years. Kissing her was probably one of the only things you wanted to do every time she was around, flesh craving hers. And it finally happened… But she had a boyfriend.

So you never talked about it again. You went back to college and texted her less and less.

“Abby, Abby, Abby!” A childish voice came from the corridor, the door opened to show Rayana. “Come here, I need your help to defeat Jorge and papai” (dad)

“Okay, I'll be there in a second!” The blonde smiled before the girl ran back downstairs. “Well, it seems like a have a duty”

“Can't let her down, she'll never forgive you”, you both chuckled while she got out of the room, first to leave the kit back in the bathroom and then to go to the living room again.

Sighing, you laid back on the mattress. Just like that summer night, you were alone in your room trying to collect your feelings about an interaction with Abby. Heart beating fast and a familiar warmth on your chest, wanting to curse every single entity for putting you in this position.

You came down maybe 15 minutes later, mask back on to decorate your face with a smile. You saw the tall woman on the mat with the younger children on top of her, attacking her while laughs filled the place.

“Okay, okay, saiam de cima da Abigail” (“Get off of Abigail”) Your mom didn't have to say it twice before they were sitting next to her. “Abigail, I need a favor. Remember that bowl I lent to you last week?”

“Sure”, her arms seemed stronger now that she was supporting herself on the elbows. Why was she so gorgeous?

“I need you to get it for me, darling”

“Okay, I got it”, Abby got up and immediately went grabbing her coat again.

And you were about to go back to the kitchen to make yourself useful, but it couldn't be that easy.

“Filha, vai com ela. Está nevando bastante, não é bom dirigir sozinha nesse tempo” (“Daughter, go with her. It's snowing a lot, it isn't good to drive alone in the weather”)

“Oh, it's not necessary-” She really tried, but your mom wouldn't take a negative answer.

“I'm not asking, you won't go alone!”

You nod and start putting on heavy clothes. It was okay, all good. You both would get in the house, grab the bowl, and get back in no time. It would be fine.

[dividers by @cafekitsune]

[captain-mj]

MJ please! Serial killer au!! 😭🙏

Roger, roger!

CW for serial killer stuff, blood, kidnapping, generic serial killer au things

Soap had things about Ghost he didn't like. He loved the man more than life itself, but he didn't clean very well for one. Ghost tried his best. Truly did. He follow Soap's instructions perfectly, but he just never seemed able to clean up his messes.

Maybe it was because he was used to just dealing with a messy home. Or he had someone before Soap that did it, but that seemed unlikely.

Luckily, Ghost had gotten much better about it recently. Soap's room was spotless besides the dishes from his breakfast.

He had been given the biggest room in the house. Giant bed that easily fit the two of them with room to spare. A TV, bookshelf full of Soap's favorites, all sorts of things he could mess around with.

A good thing about Ghost was he spoiled Soap. Gave him everything he could want and then some.

Soap shifted, feeling the ropes around his wrists tug a little. Another thing he disliked though was that Ghost liked using rope. Soap had told him time and time and time again he preferred the fuzzy handcuffs if Ghost was going to be gone long periods of time. He wasn't tied to be immobile luckily, the muscle strain would be hell by the time Ghost came home, but he was tied pretty firmly to the bedpost. He could walk a few feet in any direction to grab one of his things and he could get to the bathroom.

But the rope was still tight around his wrists and it was starting to hurt. His skin had been rubbed raw and his patience had ran thin. Ghost better hurry up soon.

As if on cue, he heard movement downstairs. It sounded like he had brought someone alive. The break from routine had Soap on edge.

Was Ghost replacing him?

Oh no.

Soap stared at the ceiling, thinking of how he scolded Ghost for not cleaning the blood out of the rug before it could set in. Yes, they had to replace the rug but it was just a rug!! And he had scolded him for that!

It had been Soap's fault for distracting him anyway.

He kept going through everything he had done wrong recently, fretting over Ghost replacing him with someone else. How could he live without Ghost?

Speak of the devil, his door opened. Soap quickly swung up and went up to him.

"Mo chridhe." Soap started immediately. Maybe if he was sweet enough to him, he'd reconsider.

Ghost had his mask on. A scary skull thing. It had blood splattered and flecked on it. He still had his knife in his hand.

"Hello, love." His gruff voice was heaven to hear after all day in pretty much silence. Soap could've turned the TV on, but it wasn't the same as someone talking to him. Ghost dropped the knife. Blood got on the carpet.

Soap knew he'd have to clean it, but he didn't care. There was another person in their home.

He was about to ask. Ghost was always honest with him. But before he got a chance, Ghost was pulling him in. He felt him up, sliding his hands over his body.

"You're so tense."

Soap blushed. "I heard someone downstairs."

Ghost smiled. "I wouldn't let anyone hurt you, darling." He lifted his mask up just a little to give Soap a kiss. "Found out he liked to hit his wife. Wanted to drag it out."

Soap winced. "Did you sound proof the basement like you told me you would?" The last time, the victim's screams had kept him enough for hours. It had destroyed him for a while.

Ghost nodded and pulled him closer. "Don't worry. I got you covered. Sound proofed the basement and the floor is concrete so I'll just pour some bleach on it. Nothing you have to worry about." He kept rubbing at Soap's lower back, insistent and needy.

Soap lifted his hands, feeling the rope tighten. He started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

Ghost watched him. His eyes had a dead look into them at all times. It had scared Soap when he first started to stay there. He was always watching him. Dead eyed and wearing that mask.

Soap's hands trembled at the thought of those first few days in the basement. It didn't help that Ghost was still wearing his "hunting mask" as he so lovingly called it.

Ghost grabbed his chin and made him look up. "Something wrong?"

"I'm fine." Soap smiled immediately. Ghost saw straight through him.

"I never want to force you to do anything. If you're not feeling it tonight..." Ghost started to pull away.

Soap latched on to him, putting his head in his chest. "The mask. I don't like that one. That's all." He didn't want him to leave. Not yet. He was lonely when Ghost was gone.

Ghost ran his hands down his back. “Alright, love. Come on. I’ll sit with you.” He pulled him along to the bed, putting Soap between his legs. They fit perfectly. Two puzzle pieces.

Soap was faced away from him, leaning into his chest. Nice and cozy. He heard Ghost remove the mask and drop it to the floor. Soap knew that meant not to look. Despite how tempting it was. Ghost didn’t trust him enough for that. As if Soap would ever betray him.

Warm and soft kisses were pressed to his skin. Scar tissue rubbed against his skin. Soap tries to piece that together with what little features he had seen. Trying to paint a picture of him.

Soap felt like Psyche with Ghost being his adoring Eros.

He closed his eyes and turned his head so Ghost would kiss him fully.

“So good for me, Johnny.”

“Yes, sir.” Soap twisted to deepen the kiss. He felt Ghost’s eyelashes on his cheeks. “Movie?”

Soft gloves cupped his jaw. “I’d love to. Anything for you.” Even without looking, Soap could imagine the dead look in his eyes while he talked. He knew Ghost loved him dearly. Had watched the man worship the ground Soap walks on. Even if it was just a few square feet, it was the principle of the manner.

Ghost gently righted Soap so he was facing away again. He put a movie on and his hand ended up around Soap’s throat like usual. A steady, gentle weight. His thumb dug in slightly to feel his pulse.

“Johnny. You eaten?”

Soap shrugged. “Some of the snacks you left but I didn’t feel up for much.”

Gloves were immediately off and bare hands were touching his face to check for fever. “Not getting sick are you?”

Soap kissed his hands, feeling soft burn scars under his lips. “No, no. Nothing like that. Just didn’t want to cook.”

“I’ll start meal prepping. Been meaning to do that anyway.” Ghost squeezed him. Firm arms. Rough fabric. He was a man of many textures. Sensations.

Soap felt himself get lost on the feeling. The movie was interesting but Ghost was there and that was far more interesting. He felt those hands roam over him, not requesting or demanding, just touching. Mapping his conquests out. It made Soap feel… appreciated in an odd way. A piece of art.

He fell asleep. Must’ve. Because they were laying down now and Ghost had his mask back on. They were facing each other, Ghost’s hands on his face, carving out each feature.

Soap smiled. “Ghost…”

“Soap.”

“Are you going to leave soon?”

“In a minute. I’m not going to be leaving for long though. Gonna stay home for a few days. I’m hoping I can make this guy last a long while so I don’t have to leave you for too long.”

Soap smiled. “Such a romantic. What’s the longest you’ve kept someone?”

“I’ve had you for six months. But I only keep victims around for at most a week. They get boring.”

“But not me?”

“No. You’d never get boring.” Ghost traced his lips.

Soap had never. Ever. Ever. Seen Ghost’s eyes change. But they did. Just a flicker. Something soft in his eyes. It frightened Soap more than a knife. That was new. What changed?

Ghost immediately went back to the dead eyed expression but there was more newness. “There’s a guy at my work. We’re… friends. It’s been a while since I wanted to call someone that. They think you’re my husband. I like that idea. Being married to you. Bound by our souls and the legal system.”

Soap’s heart thumped in his chest. He wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. “That does sound nice.”

Ghost nodded and he sat up. “I’ll be back soon.” His fingers were curling and uncurling rapidly, something angry and antsy in his mannerisms. He’d take out… Was it frustration? Anger? Something else? But he was taking it out on that person. And then he’d come up and do mind blowing things to Soap.

Another thing Soap hated about Ghost. The best sex they had was after Ghost was done.

Soap shivered and grabbed the lube out of the nightstand. It was high quality. Didn’t get sticky and was so slick.

He was just trying to take the edge off. He also hated letting Ghost prep him. Ghost took his damn time and Soap was always so strung out by the end that he couldn’t last. It was torture!

Soap got himself nice and settled to continue waiting. And waiting.

“Jesus Christ, Ghost, i wish I could just send you a picture.” It always got his old boyfriends up and going. Maybe he could convince Ghost to let him have a phone. He could text him when he was out. Call him. Hear his voice over the phone whenever he wanted.

Husband. He told people at work he had a husband. And that it was Soap.

Did he call him Soap while describing him? What did he say?

He gently pushed his finger in, feeling himself tighten up and tense immediately. It was an involuntary reaction but it was frustrating. He wished he could just stay relaxed. Make it faster. God he wanted Ghost in here. In him. Slamming right into the right spots. When Soap had finally broken down and asked him to fuck him after weeks of teasing and being built up, it had been clumsy at first. He assumed inexperienced. But no. Ghost was a damn soldier about sex and that was a recon mission. The next time, Soap was two orgasms in and shaking like a leaf by the end. It had only gotten better. Ghost just knew things about him.

Soap strained his ears to listen as he continued. He was able to fit two easily. They dipped deeper and deeper until they gently pressed his sweet spot. Part of him wanted to abuse it. Try to replicate and relentless nature of Ghost. But he didn’t want to be too sensitive and he was sure Ghost would not take kindly to him Fucking himself out before he got up there. So instead, he just avoided it so he get himself ready. When he could take three comfortably, he pulled out and waited.

Finally, footsteps. Soap kicked the sheets off of himself and put himself on display.

Ghost was bloody. Blood up his arms and over his torso. He had stripped to just his pants and mask, meaning the blood was all over his bare skin.

“Good boy. Knew exactly what I wanted.” Ghost shoved his legs open and dragged him to the edge of the bed. “You’re dripping. Have fun?” Some of the lube made lines down Soap’s inner thighs.

“No. Just was waiting for you. Please, just Fuck me. I can’t handle the teasing.” Soap opened his legs more and, with a bit of a blush to his face, spread himself open for Ghost to get a good look. “I need you.”

Ghost just pushed his sweatpants down enough for him to pull his cock out. He lined up, looking at the way his hole tried to clench around nothing.

“Okay, sweetheart. No teasing.” He slid all the way in, bottoming out a swift motion. Soap hadn’t been expecting and he didn’t have any time to adjust before he was being pounded into. Ghost found his sweet spot and hit it every time. Over and over again until Soap saw stars.

He grabbed Ghost’s shoulders tight. “Fuck, wait not so hard.”

Ghost moved one of Soap’s legs so he could go deeper, until Soap could feel him rearranging him. Making room for his cock to fit. “You can take it. Or you can’t. I don’t care.”

Soap teared up, his cock jumping between them. This felt so good. Everything felt so good. It hurt just right. Ghost sped up, intent on driving Soap insane.

Soap came all over their chests despite trying to hold off. He didn’t even get to say a warning. His body shook as Ghost didn’t slow down, still just abusing the little spot in his body. He started to drool, feeling up Ghost’s scarred chest and running his nails over him.

His cock twitched and wept. “Ghost. Please.”

Ghost backhanded him and Soap barely kept himself from coming. “Jesus, Johnny. Such a whore.” He pounded into him more, fingers digging in to him.

Soap nodded. “I am.”

“Nothing but a toy. Something I can take off the shelf and Fuck and put back on it.”

Soap whimpered and nodded, far too close. It wasn’t quite enough.

“Your hole is so tight. Made for me. Next time I leave, I’m going to get something fun for you.”

“What?” Soap asked, eyes crossing. He came again, watching it splash on to Ghost’s chest, mixing with the blood.

“I want to keep you ready for me next time. I think a toy and a ring will do just the trick.” Ghost slammed into him, coating his insides.

Soap mewled as he felt him throbbing inside him. “Why? That’s a new idea.”

Ghost slapped him hard. Soap’s cock managed to leak a little more. “Don’t ask stupid questions.”

Soap nodded, winded. He felt a squeeze at his thighs before Ghost pulled out. Cum started flowing out but Ghost picked him up and tilted his hips so it would go deeper inside.

“Good little pet.”

Soap nodded weakly and let his lover take care of him.

[madameaug]

I really love your stories sm idk if you take requests or not but if you are could I request where Jungkook won’t stop smacking and grabbing his girlfriends butt (we all know he’s an ass man i can 100% confirm that ☝🏽🤓)

Agreed, agreed. Jungkook may not be touchy in public, but in private. Heh well that's a different story.

Pairing: Jennette x Jungkook

*this is just the outfit Jennette is in*

"I hate the cold so much," Jennette muttered to herself. She had gotten up twice in the past two minutes to grab a thicker blanket. The thermostat read 67 degrees, but it felt like the Arctic. Winters in Korea were no joke. She yearned for nothing else than for the Georgia heat. After taking the next big step in their relationship. Jennette made the big move across two large oceans to Busan. Her adjustment period was much quicker than that of other Americans moving to a homogenous country. She had her boyfriend Jungkook, his friends, and her co-workers. Who knew South Korea was in desperate need of social workers. Jennette worked for a private multi-million fertility adoption clinic. Ensuring that children who were in foster care went to good homes. She loved her job, the people she worked with, and the couple extra hundred dollars in her biweekly paycheck.

After another week of going to the office, Jennette and Jungkook decided to host a game night. It was a tradition that started six months ago that the two couples and Yoongi would hang out with each other at least once a month.

She had Twister, Cards Against Humanity, Game of Life, and Uno across the glass table in her living room. Earlier in the week she deep cleaned the carpet. So she could just relax and wait for her guest and Jungkook to arrive. With perfect timing, Jungkook's key chains rocked against the door, announcing his return.

"I got the pasta, baby." Jennette had been talking about her favorite cheesy pasta dish at the local Italian mom-and-pop shop. It was loaded with four different types of cheeses. The pasta was made in-house and beautifully cut into an angel hair shape she loved, along with the prestigious garlic bread with just enough crunch.

"Thank you so much, bug." Handing her the bag, Jennette took a moment to allow the thin paper bag to sit on her lap. Enjoying the transfer of heat from the food onto her thighs. She relaxed into the couch, slowly transcending into heaven.

"The girls texted me not long ago. They are crossing the bridge, so they should be here soon."

"Okay."

Coming back from the kitchen, Jungkook admired Jennette's form. She is beyond a blanket burrito status. All you could see was the round puff of her cheeks and her purple glasses. Two thick comforters wrapped around her head from head to toe.

"Baby, are you that cold?"

She couldn't even respond to the simple question due to her uncontrollable teeth chattering. Motioning her to come to him. Like a cricket, Jennette was rubbing her feet together. Attempting anything to get some warmth.

"Its to- too cold."

"Lemme warm you up." He leaned over and flipped the switch, igniting the fireplace in the living room. The fire put on a warm glow on Jungkook's olive skin.

"You have two minutes." It took Jennette a couple of seconds to untangle herself from the wrap of blankets. Shuddering over to Jungkook, she hugged him. Her hands slipped past his denim jacket and touched his warm, bare skin. Jungkook had to control himself from jumping at the cold touch. He placed his head horizontally over hers. Jungkook rarely had an issue with skinship. He was going to take any chance he had to be in Jennette's personal space. If he could shrink himself to fit in her skin, best believe he would.

Jennette sunk her head so that her face was in front of his abdomen. Her lower back was now low enough for Jungkook to get the perfect view of her butt crack.

Jungkook took it upon himself to rub her butt is a soothing manner. Jennette was too busy soaking in the warmth to nag him about his frisky hands. Jungkook used the palm of his hands to rub her behind in a circular pattern. This would have put her to sleep if they weren't expecting their friends to arrive in a few minutes. The couple stood in a comfortable silence, slightly rocking. Jennette couldn't lie and say that Jungkook was an efficient heater. She squeezed him tighter.

"I don't know how you can remain so warm. YOO! WHAT THE FUCK!" Jennette screamed, holding onto her pants. Jungkook, slightly embarrassed, hid the smile growing on his lips.

"Sorry baby I got carried away."

In one swift motion, Jungkook's big hands took an oversized grip on her ass. He lifted Jennette off the ground with all his strength, effectively startling her. Calming down, she swatted his chest.

"I gotta keep my eye on you." Jennette laughed off the manner, not knowing what more the night and Jungkook would have to offer.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

The six adults were in an intense round of Twister. Jungkook and Nala were already out for not keeping their hands on the designated color. Now, it was just Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jennette. Hoseok looked like a cool cucumber. Twister was simply a flexibility test to him. A piece of cake. He was glad he was pretty limber, or this bridge position would have been challenging to hold. He now had to move his left foot to a yellow dot just an inch away from where it originally was.

"Ha! Easy."

Now it was Jennette's turn. Out of the three of them, she was in the most accessible position. She was a simple upright position with her legs slightly spread. Yoongi was hunched over with one hand touching the mat. The spinner was behind her, so she asked Jungkook to flick the spinner for her.

"Ooo, left hand on blue." Nala cheesed.

Jennette gulped, assuming a downward dog position. She could only maintain this position for a few seconds until her right hand could be another circle. Preferably another blue circle. Trying to keep her balance, her hips swayed in the hair. Catching the lingering eyes of Jungkook. From this angle, nothing was stopping Jungkook from staring. Sipping on his beer, he found himself in deep thought.

Did Jennette's butt get bigger?

Jungkook looked like that meme of the woman with math equations floating across her face. The further he lingered on his girlfriend's curves, the more complicated it would be for him to pretend to be expected in front of his friends. But genuinely, he was confused. The loungeset was naturally baggy. Even her pants pooled at her ankles. Yet it appeared to become body-contouring at certain parts. Her thighs and butt to be particular. There was no panty line shown in her pants. Just the upper fatty portion of her behind. It was a sunrise over flat land. All you can see is how big and wide the sun truly is. There are no trees or buildings to shrink the overgrown star.

Her butt must have really gotten bigger.

Letting his impulses get the best of him, Jungkook popped Jennette's behind. The force was enough to get Jennette to break formation, eliminating her from the game.

"Jungkook!"

"One down, one more to go."

"That's not fair!"

"Don't be a sore loser, babe. Come join us at the loser couch."

Hoseok was okay with the obvious Jungkook interference. He was too competitive to care about 'fairness'. Out was out, and he now stood a more substantial chance at winning. In his eyes, Jungkook just helped his case by eliminating Jennette.

" You're the worst." She folded her arms now watching the battle between Yoongi and Hoseok.

<3 <3 <3 <3

"Alright, what is up with you?" Jennette pulled Jungkook into the kitchen away from their friends' sitting, watching a cheesy Hallmark Thanksgiving film.

"What do you mean? I'm not doing anything."

"Your hand was literally down my pants." He wasn't being completely inappropriate. He was tired of massaging the fabric of her lounge pants. He wanted to touch the real thing. He had to ensure that his eyes weren't playing tricks about the actual size of Jennette's ass. So he slid his hand down her pants, rubbing her bare behind.

Jennette stuck her head out, ensuring her friends were still watching the movie. She could see that they were dozing off. Yoongi's eyes were closed, and his baseball cap covered his eyes.

"You don't want me to touch you? That's all you had to say."

"No, it's not that. It's just- well. You are typically more reserved with your touches, especially in front of others."

"You're beauty had just been hitting different baby. I don't want to take it for granted."

"I literally look the same Jungkook."

"Your pants say otherwise. You've been filling out your pants, baby."

"Nig- boy shut up. Stop playing."

"I'm serious. You getting thick on me." Jungkook new what words to blow up Jennette's head with. For all of her adult life, she was on the slimmer side. A 'skinny fat'. The weight that she did gain went to her thighs, skipping her ass entirely. Now hearing from Jungkook that her butt was getting bigger, she was feeling herself.

"Are you sure." She spun around to examine her own butt.

While standing in the kitchen, she fixed herself another scoop of the cheesy pasta that she had yet to finish earlier.

"Before, I only needed one hand, but now I need two. Almost a third hand."

Jennette busted out laughing. Jungkook tapped Jennette's butt rhythmically. Playing with her ass like there were literal bongos (no Cardi or Meg)

Taking her spoon, she gathered a generous amount. She held the spoon ready to feed Jungkook. He opened his mouth and accepted. Moaning at the four different cheeses.

"See? It's so good." She alternated feeding him and herself. Yet again Jungkook's hands found themselves on her butt. Grabbing handfuls of her butt, with not a care in the world.

XOXO

(now cleaned up)

[heyitsspiders]

Bitten Apple ~ AdamsApple Fic - CHAPTER 3

Adam is finally able to be decent!!! (kinda) (not really)

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a/n: thank you all for the support thus far with the story, i love reading yall's comments and what yall enjoyed!

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Successful Meals

Adam debated not going to dinner but images of his face slamming into the carpeted floor flashed in his mind and decided he was a bit hungry – no other reason he wanted to go. He sat on the edge of his fucked up bed, the sheets were torn and barely hanging on, and eyed the closet he hadn’t looked in yet. He groaned, it was probably full of fancy shit. Heaven had a dress code too with the long ass dresses – which he didn’t mind, he wore them when he was alive, Hell, he created them! – but that prevented him from showing off his love of rock more. He got some spikes on the collar and his sick ass guitar, sure, but that was it. At least Hell understood his fashion sense, even if it did add unwanted features.

He pushed himself off the mattress and walked into what he thought was the closet, but apparently was a whole ass bathroom with a closet in it. So, he wasn’t wrong in thinking the clothes were in here, just misjudged the location. The bathroom wasn’t too much but it was clean and made him feel a little more at home – maybe he should stop throwing shit everywhere. Adam walked over to the actual closet and peered inside.

Yeah, he had been right. There were suits, vests, cuffed shirts, dress pants – it felt like a haberdashery threw up. At least some of it didn’t seem too horrible. Whatever, he could play Lucifer’s shit game for now, he really didn’t feel like seeing his damned blood anymore today. Adam shrugged off his sick ass clothes – aside from his ‘A’, that they completely ruined – and did his best to avoid looking at the mirror. However, he caught sight that he was much hairier – or well, furrier? – than before with thick dark fur replacing his chest hair and happy trail. Not to mention his legs were covered in the stuff, all the way down to his hooves. His hands too were different, not only did they end in claws but also were much darker than the rest of him. Another new addition had been made that he thought was just on his clothes – the ‘X’. It was on his skin too, right where the little bitch stabbed him over and over. 

Adam growled, oh Hell had a sick sense of humor. They ruined his body more than Lucifer did with the fucking apple. The shame of being naked was hitting harder than the first time in the garden and he quickly averted his gaze from both the mirror and himself – he couldn’t stand the sight. He shoved on black dress shirt that ended in cuffs with a dark crimson vest and cuffed black pants. Putting on pants was very weird with sheep legs, they curved in weird places and the clothes clung too close to Adam’s body for him to be comfortable but if it made Lucifer leave him the fuck alone then he’d deal with it. 

He exited the bathroom and his room and walked through the maze of hallways – seriously, what the fuck is up with all these hallways? Doesn’t he live alone? – and finally ended up at the damn dining room. Adam opened the door and shut it harshly behind him, which he had almost slammed but decided against it. 

“I see you listened this time!” Lucifer piped up from across the room, his eyes looking over Adam. This man was so gay it disgusted Adam.

Adam rolled his eyes, “yeah, didn’t feel like being dragged around again by some prick.”

Lucifer chuckled before motioning with his hand to the seat next to him. Adam huffed and walked over, pulled out the chair, and sat down. This was embarrassing. Lucifer looked over him with a facial expression he couldn’t quite make out but he knew he didn’t like it.

“Isn’t it nice to just do what you’re told?” Lucifer hummed, grabbing his fork and knife and cutting into the steak in front of him. 

Adam growled but kept his mouth shut, which felt weird. He could feel the words rising in his throat but none of them made sense so he just sat there, staring at his food. He appreciated that it was mostly meat, don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t picky. Humanity wouldn’t have even started if he was picky, but he always had liked meat more. Adam looked at the silverware that had been neatly placed beside his plate and considered using them.

He didn’t.

Adam reached a clawed hand over to the steak and grabbed it before bringing it up to his mouth and biting into it. It was a little tough but his sharp teeth had no problem cutting through it and ripping a piece off. He chewed the meat twice before swallowing and continuing the vicious process. Not only was this to piss off Lucifer but it also was just how he ate, utensils were made way after him and even in Heaven he never got used to them. He also purposely ate with his mouth slightly agar, making his eating so much more obnoxious. Adam internally grinned as he watched Lucifer try to keep his composure but slip up with an eye twitch.

Lucifer set his fork and knife to the side and dabbed his mouth with a napkin before looking at Adam and speaking. “Would you cut that out? Some of us are trying to eat,” he looked annoyed, just what Adam wanted.

Adam spoke with his mouth still full with the bit he was chewing, his words muffled, “yeah, I am too.”

Lucifer sighed deeply, “fucking eat normally, Adam. At least with your mouth closed, the smacking noise and seeing your chewed food is horrible.” He then motioned down to Adam stupid clothes, “not to mention the mess you are making.”

“Just don’t look,” Adam shrugged.

“Do we really have to go through this again?” Lucifer raised his hands to start yanking on the stupid fucking chain.

Adam quickly swallowed and raised his hands, “fine! Fuck! Don’t gotta tug me around for fucking everything!”

“Good,” Lucifer closed his mouth quickly, as if he was stopping himself from saying something. Adam didn’t care though, less nonsense for Adam to listen to. 

Adam continued eating – less loudly but still with his hands – and hated to admit it but fuck, it was really good. The steak was so juicy and seasoned to Hell, just the way he liked it. The sides were just as good, he couldn’t remember the names of them but shit they were just as good. He cleaned his plate fairly quickly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Lucifer on the other hand was taking his sweet ass time, he had barely eaten half of the steak. 

Adam groaned, leaning his head on his propped up hands, “do I have to wait for your slow ass to finish eating?”

Lucifer swallowed what was in his mouth, “yes, you do.” He shot a glare at Adam’s elbows as if they had offended him, “and take your elbows off the table, did they not teach you table manners in Heaven?”

Adam rolled his eyes and moved to his arms back to his sides, “they tried to.” He wasn’t sure why he was listening but rationed it as him not wanting to be beaten again – he wasn’t a pussy but the man literally owned him and Adam was powerless. He was biding his time. Yeah.

Lucifer chuckled, “they gave up on you?”

“They didn’t give up on me!” Adam snarled, his claws dipping into his chair. “They just realized it was useless because I was– am already perfect, I don’t need stupid ‘table manners’.” 

Lucifer laughed a bit harder, “oh? That’s why?” He cut off another small sliver of meat and put it in his mouth – probably something Lucifer was very used to – and swallowed before speaking again, “have you ever thought they just finally realized you were a waste of time?”

“Have you ever thought about shutting the fuck up? You haven’t been in Heaven for a millena, you don’t know what happened while I was there,” Adam glared. “You have no clue what you are talking about.”

“True,” Lucifer hummed. “I don’t know what happened while you were up there, but by your behavior I can definitely guess.”

“Well you’re guessing is fucking wrong.”

He smirked, “then why aren’t they here?”

Adam opened his mouth before shutting it, pausing. Why weren’t they here for him? Why hadn’t Heaven stormed Hell and punished the demons for killing him?

 “They- they just don’t know I’m here. Otherwise they would be,” he tried to sound sure of himself but cringed as it came out weak, like he was a lost child waiting for his parents.

“I’m sure they would be,” Lucifer continued to eat.

They sat in silence that was only broken up by the utensils cutting into the steak and other food that littered Lucifer’s plate and Lucifer’s near-silent chewing. Adam wanted to be mad, he wanted to rage and throw shit and break Lucifer’s stupid face. But, he didn’t. He just sat there, looking down at his lap, at his hands. Did… Did Lucifer have a point? He shook his head – no, Lucifer couldn’t be right. He was the Devil, the man who ruined and took everything from Adam. 

The gentle clanking of metal caused Adam to jerk his head up just to see Lucifer setting his fork and knife on the plate, wiping his mouth with his napkin. “Delicious, what a fantastic dinner.”

“I see you enjoyed it too,” Lucifer commented, looking at Adam’s empty plate.

“It was fine I guess, ‘just was hungry,” Adam lied.

“Either way, you may go back to your room,” He stood up and pushed in his chair, grabbing his cane. “I expect to see you at breakfast?” Adam was pretty sure it was supposed to be a statement but Lucifer had asked it like a question.

“Whatever,” Adam grumbled, standing up from the stupid chair and shoving his way out of the room. He just wanted to get out of these clothes, sleep forever and never see Lucifer’s face again. Never see the way Lucifer looked over his body. Never see the dumb fucking smile that took up so much of his face when he had successfully pissed off Adam. Never- 

God he must be really tired. He groaned and shook his head, trying to rid his mind of Lucifer, and reached a hand out for the doorknob to his room. He was just tired. 

Adam woke up to, who he assumed to be Lucifer, knocking. Again. He hoped this wouldn’t be a daily thing. Adam groaned, dragging a hand down his face – It was too early for Lucifer’s bullshit. As the knocking got louder Adam pushed himself off the mattress and stumbled over to the door.

“What,” Adam grunted.

“Finally,” Lucifer cleared his throat, “anyways, I will be out for the day and-”

“You woke me up just to tell me that you won’t be here?” Adam raised an eyebrow. “What, you gonna tell me there is a babysitter downstairs too?” He joked – Adam really hoped it stayed a joke.

“Let me finish,” He shot Adam a glare. “I wanted to let you know so you don’t try looking for me. Meals will still be served at the same time.” Adam laughed, as if he’d go looking for Lucifer. 

“I’ll be going, don’t fucking destroy my house,” and he left with a snap of his fingers. 

Adam sighed. Finally, he was gone. He contemplated going back to bed but decided against it – he was already awake – and chose to explore and learn the layout of this funhouse while he wasn’t being threatened. He walked out of his room into the hallway, every now and then there was a little table with either a lamp or small decorations on top of it to light up and decorate the hallway. He made his way down, avoiding the urge to knock everything over, and peered into the dozens of doors that littered the hallway. Some led to bathrooms, others guest rooms, some were even just random storage or kitchens. Adam grimaced, this whole place could be about fifty rooms smaller if they just stopped repeating so many fucking rooms.

However, one room caught his eyes; a room that looked like a bar. Finally, maybe he’d be able to drink alcohol down here after all. The bar counter was empty, showing off the pristine marble that it was made of, with plush red stools stationed in front of it. Behind the counter was the main attraction; the drinks. He walked in, eyes glued to the shelves of various drinks – who knew there was this many kinds of alcohol? There were so many neat shelves that were illuminated from a light behind which highlighted the drinks and only made them look more like a God-send. The whole room was dim aside from the bar, which is where almost all of the light came from. 

Adam walked behind the bar and looked up at all the bottles, all different colors. He grabbed the one closest to him, the glass was cool to the touch. It was clear, showing off the light yellow liquid inside of it. Adam squinted at the label, the bigger words were foreign to him but above it in a smaller font read ‘tequila’. It sounded good enough and he fumbled with the top before realizing it was a screwed cap – like a water bottle cap. Adam frowned, did that mean it would be weak or that it was cheap? 

He shrugged, just meant he could drink more of it, right? He lifted it to his lips and took a sip before harshly pulling the bottle away. He coughed as the liquid burned his throat as it went down. Adam glared at the bottle, people drank this shit? How did people stomach this? He swallowed hard, if other bitches could do it so could he.

He lifted the bottle back to his lips and turned it up, allowing the liquid fire to flow into his mouth. Tears pricked Adams eyes and he squeezed them shut and continued to try and drink. He very quickly had to stop and slammed the clear bottle on the smooth marble. It felt like a hundred fire ants were biting the inside of his throat and all he could do was swallow repeatedly, trying desperately to get the feeling to go away. His mouth felt dry and he was faintly sweating, a few tears falling down his cheeks. Fuck. That really fucking hurt.

Adam could feel his thoughts growing a bit fuzzy but he wanted more – there had to be another drink that didn’t feel like swallowing lava. He grabbed a few more bottles of varying sizes and shapes, one of these had to be good. 

He drank so many different kinds of alcohol, every single one leaving his mouth dryer and rawer. The one good thing about his continuous drinking is his tongue started to grow numb and his mind was growing fuzzy – he was barely recognizing the burning pain the drinks left in his throat. Adam had no idea how much time had passed, all he knew was that his stomach was so full yet so empty. He was starving. Lucifer said there were still meals right? He fumbled with the bottle that was in his hands and half-assed putting on the cap. Since when was the room spinning? Probably Lucifer, the fucking prick.

Adam stumbled over to the door, the spinning room really fucked with his balance – it felt like he was on a ship in the harshest storm ever. Is this what Noah’s Arc felt like? Poor fuckers, this sucks ass. He slammed face-first into the doorway.

“Ow! Fucking bitch,” Adam hissed in pain, punching the doorway. The doorway fucking punched back and it hurt his fist.

“Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be, prick?” Adam kicked, his new hooves were much more effective at kicking than his previous feet. 

Once he felt the wall had learnt its lesson he continued through the hallway. He searched his swimming mind for the location of the dining room but was only met with the buzzing that occupied his brain. He used the wall to support himself as he took careful steps – he wasn’t fully used to his hooves and everything moving in every direction wasn’t helping. Adam miscalculated how far out he was stepping and tripped, crashing onto the floor.

“Urrghh,” he groaned and continued laying on the floor for a little bit longer before trying to get back up. Adam kept falling back to the harsh floor as he would lean too far forward or to the side when trying to stand. 

“Stoppp” Adam whined to the gravity that kept knocking him down, he swore it was increased. 

Laughter broke through his buzzing thoughts and he looked up to the source of it. Oh it was pretty boy – pretty fucking annoying boy! Ohoho, Adam was hilarious. He was so funny. He should say it out loud.

“You’re fucking annoyingly pretty,” He slurred before laughing. Nailed it. Lucifer looked so surprised, he was probably thinking how badly Adam had roasted his dumb ass. The king would probably never recover.

“That so?” Lucifer crouched down – or shrunk, Adam wasn’t sure – and was eye level with Adam as he propped himself up. Lucifer seemed to sniff the air – which didn’t make sense, he didn’t have a nose. Did he breathe through his skin like some fucking weird frog? – and his face scrunched up. 

“You reek of alcohol, did you get into my personal bar?” Lucifer sounded annoyed but not to the point of beating the shit out of Adam.

“Yeah, it all tastes like shit,” Adam groaned, continuing to try and stand once more.

“Did you drink it neat?” Lucifer yelped, looking surprised. “Oh my golly, no wonder it tasted bad, you drank it right out of the fucking bottle!” 

“How else do you drink it? Why put it in the bottle thing if not to just drink it?” Adam questioned but most of his focus was trying to stand up – he was making more progress.

Lucifer cringed, “okay, it seems like you need to be treated to a proper drink.” Was this fag asking him out on a date?

“I ain’t fucking gay, you- you- uhh gay.. Bitch,” Oh yeah, Adam was on a roll tonight – tonight? This morning? He didn’t know nor did he care.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, “whatever you say. We can do that tomorrow.” He looked over Adam, “have you eaten?”

“I was tryin’ but someone decided to live in a fucking maze,” He grumbled, finally standing on his hooves. Lucifer grew to his normal height. He was so small, could be crushed like a soda can. 

Lucifer stared at Adam, “okay so we are getting you something to eat and then getting you to bed.” Lucifer grabbed Adam’s wrist and started to drag him, causing Adam to stumble and trip over himself.

“Fuck, bitch! Stop goin’ so fast!” Adam complained, trying to keep up with Lucifer’s break neck speed.

“I’m just walking..?” Lucifer raised a brow before shaking his head, “whatever, fuck it.”

“What- Wo-o-oah! What the fuck?” Adam was suddenly much shorter. What the fuck did Lucifer do to him? He turned his head and was met with Lucifer’s really close face. He looked down and realized that no he had not shrunk, he was being held. By Lucifer. 

“How- why- Put me down!” Adam kicked his feet.

“Hold still would you?” Lucifer sighed, “I don’t feel like dealing with you drunkenly stumbling through my house.”

Lucifer carried Adam like he weighed nothing – despite being much taller and bigger – and carried him through the spinning hallways. How was Lucifer walking so smoothly? He probably did this to Adam. Fucking bitch.

“You broke me,” Adam growled. Lucifer looked at him as he continued to walk impossibly straight.

“What?”

“You made everything spin, asshole. Stop it,” Adam slurred, his brows furrowed.

Lucifer laughed, “that’s not me, it’s called you're drunk off your ass.”

Adam grumbled and crossed his arms, huffing. This was so unfair, wasn’t alcohol supposed to be fun? Instead he felt fuzzy, like he couldn’t hold onto any thought that entered his mind. Adam looked up as Lucifer opened a door with magic and walked into the dining room.

“What time is it?” Adam asked, looking around.

“It's around lunch, I left earlier than I originally thought.”

“So hungry,” Adam mumbled, his stomach aching. It faintly reminded him of being stabbed. 

Lucifer dropped Adam on a chair, his back and legs colliding with the arms of the chair. “Oops,” Lucifer said in a bored tone as he walked over to his chair.

Adam twisted until his ass was properly in the chair, a dull ache blooming in his lower back and legs, “asshole.”

Lucifer ignored him and sat down, leaning his old-man cane against his chair before grabbing his fork and getting ready to neatly eat… Whatever the fuck was in front of him. It looked like a weird sandwich. He held the fork so delicately in his long, dark, slender fingers as he tilted it to the side, cutting into the sandwich and letting what looked like the yolk of an egg spill out.

Lucifer looked over at Adam and raised an eyebrow, “are you going to keep looking at me or are you going to eat?”

Adam blinked hard, “uh- obviously I’m going to eat, just– just curious as to what the fuck that is.”

“It’s a ham and egg croissant sandwich,” he answered as he stabbed into the small piece he had separated and lifted it to his thin lips. 

Adam shook his head, what the fuck was happening? Why was Lucifer less hard to look at? Must be the alcohol – anyways, he was hungry as shit. Ditching the utensils once more he grabbed the sandwich whole – like a normal person, who the fuck cuts up a sandwich? – and bit into it. It was pretty good, the ham and egg worked well together with the swirly bread. It was also juicy from the yolk. 

As Adam chewed, with his mouth closed this time, his hunger really started to set in. Holy fuck it felt like he hated eaten in forever. It took him no time to chomp the whole thing down, licking the plate and his lips clean.

“Someone’s hungry.”

“Damn right, you got any more of these?” He drooled at the thought of more food, it was so fucking good, not to mention the room spun not as fast so that was a plus.

With a simple snap of the shorter man’s fingers there was a whole ‘nother sandwich in front of Adam – which he quickly devoured as well. He ate another like, three or four of those sandwiches before stopping as his stomach was starting to become less welcoming to more food. He slouched down in his chair, hand on his full stomach. Despite his slouching, he could still clearly see Lucifer, who had just finished up eating his one sandwich. This man ate slow as fuck.

“Hopefully all that bread sobers you up, you haven’t stopped looking at me,” Lucifer said casually as he wiped his mouth with a napkin before magicking it away. 

Adam blinked hard. Had he been looking at Lucifer? Why? He was so ugly – well, Adam would usually say that. With the copious amount of alcohol he consumed, Lucifer looked at least decent to look at. Basically, Adam didn’t want to puke looking at the man. Even now he caught himself doing exactly what Lucifer said: staring. 

Obviously Adam was staring because he was looking for a moment to escape. Yeah. He was alert and looking for a way out of here and away from Lucifer’s freaky smile and swept back blonde hair and that stupid fucking suit he wore all the time. Not to mention that big ass hat with the mocking symbols of a snake and an apple.

Adam cleared his throat, “I wasn’t looking at you, I was more looking at how stupid you are.”

“Uhuh,” Lucifer squinted his eyes before speaking again, “anyways, you’re free to go back to your room. I suggest you get some sleep and get the hangover you will get over with faster.”

Adam grumbled something about ‘not being a fucking child’ before standing up and leaving, this time being able to walk and not trip over air – mostly. He walked down the hallways, up one of the thousands of staircases and finally found his room. He turned the knob and opened the door, promptly passing out – half way on the floor, half way on the bed.

[kimsohn]

haywire

pairing . juyeon x gn! reader (ft. karina of aespa) about . 1.5k words, fluff warnings . juyeon is pretty ooc (i had the urge to make him a hot beach boy sorry), very detailed description of him bc y/n is down bad (this isn't suggestive i just explained things in detail), y/n is also a little bit of an idiot, cursing

synopsis . public showers are the bane of your existence, but maybe you have to reconsider after seeing the eye candy next door. note. this is heavily inspired by juyeon's shower scenes in lip gloss!! (tysm to jacobblr for these gifs, view them in order as you read! 1 2) this was meant to be a drabble but i got carried away, hence the length. enjoy the physical hotness that is juyeon 💗

You have come to the conclusion that sand is magical.

Seriously, how is it that so much still remains on you after you've been furiously rubbing it off for the past 30 minutes? It's like glue is attached to the particles, because either it's not coming off or you're just a complete idiot (it's probably the latter).

"Y/N, the only way that sand is going to come off is with a shower." your friend Karina states, packing up the umbrella covering you two, "Stop trying so hard or you're going to get a towel burn. Is that what it’s even called? It’s definitely not a carpet burn…"

You sigh as you cut out her rambling, knowing that her words are correct and that you're simply choosing to ignore them because of your dislike for public showers. They're out in the open, extremely inefficient, and who knows how many people have stood on the nasty tile, but it's either that or ruining Karina's convertible with sand.

"Fine. I'll be back in ten."

Grabbing the towel, you make your way up the sand, spotting the metal showerheads in the distance. Wearing your flip-flops was useless because the sand still manages to make its way between your toes, and now it's an extra hassle to clean them and walk with the dripping water and squeaky noises. However, you would do anything to not feel the weird flooring of the showers, even if that meant dealing with the annoyance on your feet.

You hope for the best and make your way toward the first one, and to your luck, it’s empty. Thank heaven you don't have to make awkward eye contact with the other people showering. Plus, the handle is extendable, so you can properly rinse the sand off without leaving anything behind. As much as you hate to admit it, Karina was right: the shower can do so much more for you than a towel.

Once you're done double and triple washing the grit off your body, you turn off the shower and quickly dry yourself. The beach breeze has you shivering so you move fast, but to your utter dismay, the towel isn't enough to clean you entirely. It becomes fully damp only halfway through, and the rest of your body feels like it's in the Arctic Pole with the way your goosebumps prickle.

However, before you can freeze to ice, your lucky brain registers the shower running next to you. Maybe they have a spare towel, or at least something to dry you off, but as you walk around to ask, you stop in your tracks.

Your whole body feels numb now because the man standing in front of you is short-circuiting your brain. The shower sounds fade out behind you and all you can hear is the soft dangle of his silver bracelet when he moves his hand, and the water dripping from his sharp chin. He's washing his neck and it's doing absolutely nothing to help because his muscles are flexing, and the water from his hair is dripping onto his beautiful face, long fingers, thin black necklace, and… his chest. His goddamn chest. He's wearing a white tank but it's useless because the water is making it incredibly see-through, and you have to stop tracing his abdomen with scrutiny before you pass out. You have the thought that you should probably stop looking before you die of heatstroke and not your goosebumps, but even his hair is too beautiful to look away from.

I can't believe even hair can be this sexy.

"Hm?"

You watch in horror as he looks up to meet your gaze, and his feline-shaped eyes make you lose your senses for a couple of moments. Then you’re realizing the silence and the stare, and it finally hits you that you said those words out loud. You're in deep shit because now he probably thinks you're a freak, which probably means you have zero chance of getting a towel and maybe some decent eye candy too.

"Um, I’m so sorry. I did not mean to call your hair sexy—"

"Thanks, I guess? No one's ever told me that before."

His face shifts into a small smile, and you're absolutely fucked because his eyes crinkle and all you're reminded of is a cute little cat. How did he go from charming to sweet in five seconds? You blame it on the dimples. Or the eye mole.

"You're... welcome?" you say, scratching your neck awkwardly, "Sorry, I just came here to ask if you had a spare towel."

"I do actually," he says, turning off the water and handing you a fluffy white towel, pure like his endearing smile.

You mutter thanks, quickly wiping the remaining water droplets on your skin, but by now you don't even feel cold anymore because of the man standing in front of you. He's too hot to handle, quite literally, and if it weren't for the fact that you just took a shower, you'd probably be sweating. If you knew public showers contained fine specimens, you wouldn't have held a grudge for so long.

"Thank you again, um..."

"Juyeon."

You stare at the towel in your hands.

"No seriously, I'm sure I would've frozen if it weren't for you," you respond, clearing your throat, "if you want, I can wash this towel for you. It would be no problem at all, really, I can give it back to you the next time you're at the beach."

He hums in thought, grabbing his phone.

"Or you can just give me your number. You can text me back when it's clean and we can meet up somewhere. You live in the area, right?"

Is this gorgeous man actually asking you for your number? You try and convince yourself that this isn't romantic at all and that he's just trying to make this convenient for you. Why would he even like a creep spying on him showering, right?

"Yeah, sure!" you ask, punching in your number, "Do you want me to save my contact with just my name? I can add beach towel weirdo after it."

You’re going to murder your brain and its impulsive thoughts, and maybe even your loud mouth. You probably shouldn't have asked that because he can add a degrading nickname by himself, but he's currently drying his hair with another towel and he looks so attractive that you don't want him to stop. Maybe if hot men didn't reduce you to shambles, you'd actually be in a relationship by now.

He chuckles, and you're hoping he isn't making fun of you inside his head. However, he just shakes his head no, flinging the towel over his shoulder.

"Just your name. You can add a little heart after it if you'd like."

"A heart? Why?" you voice out, or at least you try to with the best of your ability because your throat suddenly feels parched.

"Cause you're cute. I don’t just ask everyone who borrows a towel for their number, you know."

"Oh." you whisper, and maybe it's finally time to listen to the delusion in your brain, "So you suggested meeting up later so you can... see me again. Romantically."

"You're a little silly, you know? It’s okay though; it’s adorable."

"I'm sorry, it's just, you make me a little lightheaded. I'm so much more composed normally, promise."

"Don't worry," he grins, poking your cheek, "I like you when you're flustered. I'd love to see more of it, but only if you want to, of course."

Before you can even respond, you’re interrupted by yelling from the distance.

"Y/N!" you hear, and you both turn to see Karina waving at you from her convertible, "What's taking you so long?"

You turn back to him hurriedly, not knowing what to say. The whole situation already feels like a dream, and you’re scared it’ll fade away as soon as you acknowledge it, or even worse, simply be some form of amusement to him. You’re hoping that you’re not just a joke to him.

"Um, I have to go," you whisper, clutching onto the towel, "but yeah, I'd love to, um,"

"Go on a date with me?"

"Yes. That."

You wave quickly, your brain going a little too haywire to say anything more, and you rush to Karina's car. She's staring at you with a raised eyebrow, but you don't answer because what you hear next resolves any questions she has.

"Text me later, pretty!" Juyeon shouts from the shower, and you feel like the ground is going to swallow you whole as Karina's eyes widen.

It definitely doesn’t seem like it’s a prank anymore. Not when he’s announced his interest for the whole beach to hear.

"Tell. Me. Everything."

"Well," you start, hearing her rev up the vehicle and the wheels start turning, "he's really hot, for one. Also, he asked me on a date. Am I dreaming?"

"See, this is why I’m always right. I told you the shower was a good idea!"

"Yeah,” you respond, leaning back in your seat, “I just didn't know it would be this good."

[carbo-ships]

Vampire AU: Ghouls' Night Out - Part 2

Follow-up to this: Ghouls' Night Out

Ardis stood with her hands clasped tightly against her chest as Aether turned on the tap. Water rushed into the bath tub. He held his fingers under the flow to ensure it was warming up, then glanced over his shoulder at her as he shook the droplets from his hand. "Do you need help undressing, tesorina?" he asked her genuinely.

That only made her shyer. "N-No, I, um, I can handle it."

He politely averted his eyes, busying himself with finding some soap and a wash cloth. She took a deep breath and made herself undress. It was the first time she noticed the state of her clothes. Her bloodied shirt was in tatters and offered little resistance when she pulled it off. Her trousers were stiff with mud, but thankfully weren't too difficult to remove once she'd kicked off her dirty boots and socks.

Now came the hard part – mentally, at least. She was left in her undergarments now. This was already more of her than Aether had ever seen. In fact, she didn't think he'd ever even seen her in a pair of shorts.

Aether glanced over his shoulder and found her silently fighting an internal war. He let out a sympathetic sigh. "Cara," he cooed, "come on. It's okay."

"I– I know, I just–" she stuttered, avoiding his gaze, "I'm embarrassed."

He set down the supplies and approached her to take her hands in his. "What's wrong?" he asked softly, gently rubbing the backs of her hands with his thumbs. "You can trust me, Ardis. You know that."

He was right. If that evening had proven anything, it was that Ardis trusted Aether completely – or at least enough to hunt her through the woods, pin her to the leaf-carpetted ground, bite her neck, and drink her blood. Aether helping her bathe should have felt much less intimate than the experience the two of them had just shared. "I know," Ardis sighed. "You're right. I'll do it."

"Here, give me a hug first," he insisted, opening his arms to her. She quickly accepted his offer, wrapping her arms around his thick torso and resting her head against his chest. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. "You know I wouldn't ask you to do this if it weren't important," he murmured. "I was a little bit rough with you. You need to have all your injuries properly cleaned, and it wouldn't be safe for me to leave you on your own while you're in this state."

She nodded against him, but he could tell she was still nervous. Perhaps there was a way around this. It didn't necessarily need to be him who did the bathing. "If it's just because of the..." He cleared his throat. "Feelings I have for you, I'm sure Papa would be more than willing to do it instead. Would that make you more comfortable?"

She shook her head. "No, it's that... Well, no one's ever seen me... um..."

Aether felt his face flush. "Oh." No one? No one? He knew that shouldn't surprise him as much as it did. The sight of his bare chest had rendered her speechless during her first week at the church. Of course no one had ever seen her naked.

"If someone has to, I..." she mumbled. "I want it to be you."

Oh. It took all of Aether's self-control to stay calm. He cleared his throat. "I... I see. Alright. Shall we?"

Ardis nodded slightly and Aether released her. He stepped back to give her some space, turning around to shut off the water. He could feel his heart starting to pound in his chest. He hadn't been particularly nervous about this until now. His thoughts had been so focused on getting her clean and patched up that he hadn't fully considered what it would entail. How intimate it would be.

"Okay," came Ardis's quiet voice a few moments later. Aether steeled his nerves and turned around. His face immediately felt hot. Good heavens. No, he mustn't stare, no matter how much he liked what he saw. He did his best to keep his eyes locked on hers as he closed the distance between them. She looked up at him nervously as he rested his hands on her bare shoulders and gently kissed her forehead.

"Is it alright if I examine you properly now?" Aether asked quietly. When she got her consent, he let his eyes scan every inch of her body. He fought to keep his thoughts pure. He was looking for injuries, he reminded himself as he walked around her. "You have a few scratches on your back," he mumbled. He wasn't sure if they'd been caused by the rough forest floor, or his nails. "All minor, though," he assured her. "They'll heal on their own."

His eyes drifted to the claw marks on her sides and hips. Those were definitely his fault. The lines were red and slightly raised, but he hadn't broken the skin, much to his relief. He hadn't gotten too carried away. "Nothing major, aside from what I did to your neck," he said.

She looked somewhat relieved, but not enough to override how embarrassed she was. "T-That's good."

"I'm going to pick you up and set you in the tub now," he murmured. "Okay?"

"Okay..."

Aether stooped low and swept the angel into his arms. He could feel her trembling slightly as he walked to the bathtub. She felt so small. He unsuccessfully attempted to clear his head once again as he gently lowered her into the hot water. As soon as she was settled, he wasted no time in cleaning her tiny body with a soapy washcloth. He carefully dragged it across the various scratches, washing away the dirt and sweat. Heavy silence hung in the room, both of their minds racing. "I'm sorry about your shirt," he eventually said awkwardly to break the tension.

"It's alright," Ardis assured him. "Swiss warned me to wear one I wasn't attached to." At best, he'd said, it would get a bit of blood on it. Worst case scenario, it would be ripped to shreds. "How, um, how is Petrichor?" she asked, shifting the focus away from herself.

Aether laughed gently. "A bit loopy from blood loss, but I'm sure Pet's pleased about that. You know how the three of them are. Pet took quite a few more bites than you did, but they're also a bit sturdier than you are. They'll be just fine. How about you? How are you feeling now? Other than embarrassed, I mean."

"I..." Her attempt to change the topic had proven unsuccessful. "I'm tired, but nothing really hurts."

"Good," Aether said. "You'll probably be a little sore in the morning when the effects have worn off, but you know I'll take care of you." He pressed a ginger kiss to her forehead that only made her blush more. This didn't go unnoticed. "You know you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, don't you? You did me a favor because you love me, that's all."

She nodded, but she didn't look fully convinced.

"Are you worried about what your superiors will think when they see the mark on your neck?" he guessed.

"No, I, uh... I got their permission," Ardis said. "They know."

That surprised Aether a bit. He was under the impression that she had joined the event without their knowledge. He could hardly believe they'd allowed her to participate. However, he supposed he shouldn't be shocked that she'd asked for their permission. She was an angel, after all. Sneaking around wasn't in her nature. "Well, one less thing to worry about," he murmured as he gently wiped down the marks on her hips. "You're by no means obligated to do it again next year, if it was too much," he assured her. "I know it was painful, and intimate, and probably a bit frightening at times–"

"I liked it," she interrupted him quickly. "I just... I'll just need some time to calm down, and..."

"I see." He offered her a gentle smile, catching on. He'd heard of this before – individuals feeling a bit low after a particularly intense emotional and physical experience. Granted, the original context was a little... different, and likely one Ardis was not familiar with, but the principles were the same. He'd gotten awfully rough with her, and that had been a first for them. She'd almost certainly never been in such a vulnerable, submissive position before. Even though she'd fully consented, and certainly enjoyed herself, he could tell things felt a bit different now. His words echoed in his mind once again. Submit to me. Right. He had to address this. "You know you're not just a meal to me, don't you, Ardis?" he asked softly, carefully taking her chin in his hand to make her look up at him.

She gave him a little nod, a tiny grin sneaking back onto her lips.

"I know my tongue got away from me in the woods, but I'm just as much yours as you are mine," Aether assured her. "You mean the world to me, cara, and I love you more than anything."

Her cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink, but this time it was not out of shame. "I love you, too."

"And as soon as we're done here, we'll head to bed and I'll hold you until all of those thoughts stop swirling in your head. Alright?"

She gave him a proper smile. "Okay."