#help how do i get this tattooed behind my eyelids
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your monster trio nsfw headcanons were immaculate (seriously Zoro's was PERFECTION) could you do the same for Law and Ace?
@valkyrie-sun-walker
yes ofc! and thank youuu 💓💓 i got the 2nd req from a wonderful anon after i started writing this, so i decided to combine the two! here ya go mls :)
part 2 to this post
18+ ONLY (minors… 👉🏻🚪)
a/n: just me lusting over these men so ofc they’re all yappers, + i apologize to any usopp enjoyers for making usopp’s section a lil shorter 💌
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“see what you do to me?”
law:
tough guy syndrome TM
puts on a cold front, but will wear flowers in his hair if you pick them for him
the kinda guy who can dish it out but can’t take it
in every sense
he can say the most flirtatious, descriptive, borderline pornographic shit to you with a smirk on his face
but the second you return the same attitude, he gets all flustered and fumbles over his words
he acts all dominant and in control when he’s making your eyes roll into the back of your head, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear
he takes great pride in his affect on you
“feels good, yeah?”
but when you take the reigns, he literally turns into a puddle at your fingertips
- “cat got your tongue?”
“shut up-”
clearly a switch
specifically a bratty sub + mean dom switch
so basically just a little bitch 24/7
when he’s a mean dom tho, he is a fucking mean dom
he’ll edge you until your crying from frustration, and then make you cum over and over until you lose count
“honey, are those tears? it’s just too much for you, isn’t it”
“you wanna be a good little slut for me, don’t you? then hold it.”
“count down from ten, nice and slow, and don’t you dare fucking cum until you get to one”
has a choking kink (giving and receiving)
also really likes to use toys on you, or watch you use them yourself
his favorite tho is your wand vibrator
he’ll hold it against your clit until you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and you’re eyes are watering from overstimulation
or he’ll push it against you while he thrusts into you at a brutal pace, making you feel so much pleasure all at once that you see white behind your eyelids
he’s not a huge fan of pda, unless he’s jealous, and then he’s got you pressed against a wall with his tongue down your throat
if you get needy while he’s busy, he’ll make you ride his thigh
he’ll continue on with his work, acting as if you aren’t even there soaking through his jeans
his gentle hand on your hip, dick already hard against your knee, and a soft “good job, baby” when you cum are the only indicators that he was paying attention at all
get’s rly cocky when he catches u staring at his chest/back/tattoos
even worse when it’s his hands
will 100% use it against you to tease you all the time
will put his hands on your waist/thigh if he catches you looking for too long in public
then later he’ll make you come on his fingers and keep his mouth running the whole time
“bet this is what you were thinking about, huh. staring at my my fingers all day? couldn’t help it, could you?”
“oh, you can take more than that. cmon, one more”
“awh baby, i can feel you squeezin me already. you wanna cum so bad, don’t you sweetheart? not yet.”
he’ll get you right to the edge just to slow down to an agonizing pace and then make you beg him to let you cum
then he’ll have you suck his fingers clean
he’s a menace
but he’s also really good at aftercare, and will tell you how well you did and make you feel so loved and relaxed
now, as a bratty sub…
he is such a pain in the ass
he knows every way to get under your skin and get you exactly where he wants you
when you’re kissing him he’ll fight you for dominance even though he’s clearly losing
makes sassy ass comments whenever you speak just to piss you off
he could literally already be doing something but refuse if you tell him to
- “take off your pants”
“say please”
even when he admits defeat, he’ll continue to run his mouth for as long as possible before his brain turns to mush
if you use your mouth on him, it’s over
he’ll go from being a brat, to gripping the sheets in seconds
once you shut his brain off, he’s a total mess
his hands and mouth sloppy and all over you
when you ride him, he can’t take his eyes off of where your bodies meet, groaning at the wet sounds of your slick with every bounce
when he does look up at you he almost busts as soon as he sees your proud smile and blown out eyes looking down at him
his moans are loud and gravelly, and he’s desperately gripping at your hips, and whining, and cursing, and panting in your ear
the only words he seems to remember are “fuck” and your name
he loves it when your mean
- “you don’t get to touch unless you ask nicely. go on.”
“oh fuck- please”
also low key a sucker for light bondage (both ways)
acts like he doesn’t like when you mark him up because he doesn’t want other people to see, but it’s actually because every time he see’s your work on his skin he wants to pounce on you
and he can’t have that 24/7 now can he (i wish tho tbh)
will bite on your shoulder when you finally let him cum, leaving dainty little tooth shaped bruises behind like a medal
and of course, a few minutes after he comes down from his high, he goes right back to being a little shit
ace:
such a cocky motherfucker
but in a cute endearing way
also allergic to shirts apparently, and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t to show off for you at least a little
but he get’s all proud when he notices you ogling him
he’d say somthing goofy like
“like what you see?”
while wiggling his eyebrows
he is a messy kisser
like super sloppy
he just can’t get over how lucky he is to even be able to have your company, or be able to touch you at all, so getting to kiss you blows his mind a little and makes it short circut
soft dommmm
ace just wants to take care of you
he loves to slowly make you fall apart over and over, being there to be your anchor
but he’s also super talkative
“that’s it, princess. keep making those pretty noises for me, yeah?”
“just like that, keep going. doing such a good job”
“just a little more baby, you can take it”
loves eating you out, and he’s good at it
he likes to hold your hips down with one arm, and use his other hand to stretch you open
goes insane if you pull his hair
will put your legs over his shoulders
both a tits and ass guy
will bury his face in either and be perfectly content if he suffocates
he’s always kissing some part of you, wether its your lips, your neck, your thighs, your wrists, doesn’t matter because his mouth is on you
absolutely loves hearing your sounds, especially if you’re whimpering and whining
hearing you be so needy all for him drives him up the wall
kind of a dumbass sometimes, but can surprisingly lead to amazing sex sometimes
doesn’t realize how everyone ogles him wherever he goes
and he certainly doesn’t realize when other girls are throwing themselves at him
you know he doesn’t intentionally engage, but it’s still hard to not feel jealous watching the interactions
but when he notices you’re jealous… oh boy
he gets SO cocky (like more obnoxious than usual)
“awh, baby, are you jealous?”
“you know i only have eye’s for you”
“want me to prove it?”
and he will
he’d bring your hand to his dick, allowing you to feel how hard he is already
“see what you do to me?”
“this is all yours, baby”
“i’m alllll yours”
and then he’d proceed to fuck you until your legs are shaking, heat burning in your chest from overstimulation
but he makes sure to reassure you that he didn’t even notice the other girls intentions, because the only girl that he cares about is you <3
he’s not the jealous type himself, because he knows there’s no need to be
he trusts you, and he believes you when you tell him how much you love him
however, he does not trust other people
therefore, he is extremely protective of you
he’s honestly into pda
he just loves showing you off any chance he gets
one thing about ace is he will talk you through it
and he’ll hold your hand the whole time too
“yeahhh, there you go, princess”
“mm, there’s my girl”
“go on baby, soak me”
does the tummy push thing
also does the knee thing
goes feral if he sees you in any of his clothes
especially his hat
this is a “save a horse ride a cowboy” relationship
loves to put his weight on you, still being careful not to squish you
he just wants to be as close to you as humanly possible
and he’ll pin your hand’s above your head with one of his, interlacing your fingers
gets super giddy and proud when he fucks you dumb
“look at you, all pretty and fucked out”
“lettin me fuck you dumb, huh? lettin me fuck your brains out?”
“fuck, you can’t even think anymore, can you? feel too good to think, huh pretty girl”
he’s a biter and will sometimes leave marks, but he is not sorry
temperature play perhaps
is a fan of cockwarming
im also an avid believer in gamer bf ace
so he’ll have you just sit on his dick while he’s gaming, feeling you pulse and twitch around him in restraint
every once in a while he’d move his hips just enough to make you gasp, but then back to nothing
if you do move your hips he holds them still, reminding you of your agreement
he’ll make you sit there, almost completely still until you’re pleading and whimpering for him to let you move
“go ahead, pretty girl”
“take what you need”
he will buy you lingerie, and he will lose his mind every time he sees you in something he bought for you
face sitting enthusiast
will say “i love you” during sex at least once
will also probably quote an action movie while balls deep inside of you and completely brush past it like it was nothing
no matter what pace is set, he fucks hard
he’ll lift your legs from around his hips to push them against your chest, because the angle feels so much deeper
he’ll gradually build up speed, just to slow back down when either of you gets too close, to make it last longer
this will go on until you’re begging
“shh, hey, it’s okay baby, i’ve got you”
“just let it build with me, hm? we have all the time in the world”
“promise it’ll feel sooo good”
and when you’ve both evened out your breathing, he smothers you with affection and makes sure to take good care of you
usopp:
he’s a sub, full stop.
tried to dom at first, but it was just not natural to him at all
still will try to act all tough and in control, but he’s in the palm of your hand in seconds every time
more than willing to do anything you ask of him
gets flustered SO easily
will become a total mess from the smallest things
he gets defensive when you tease him, but he secretly really enjoys it
thigh guy
face sitting fan #2
loves kissing you and would do it all day every day if he could
any amount of pleasure you give him will turn him into a babbling mess
he’ll just say anything honestly
“hmm- feels so good”
“pleasepleaseplease-”
“can i kiss you? please let me kiss you-”
little bit of a mommy kink but embarrassed about it
suuuuper reactive
was 100% a virgin before you, so you have to help guide him in the beginning
you also help him discover what he likes and dislikes
he has a massive praise kink
“good boy” has him panting and fisting the sheets
he also really likes your hands
the way you hold his jaw so firmly when you kiss him
or gently squeeze his shaft when you tease him through his boxers
and even how you press your thumb past his lips to stifle his noises as you make him cum in your fist
his moans are whiny and a soft, getting lost in the pleasure
“ohhh- wow”
once his brain is long gone, he honestly doesn’t talk much until he’s getting close
thats when the incoherent stuttering starts back up again
“you’re so- ahh- so good at that”
“don’t stop, don’t stop-”
“i think i’m gonna… i’m cumming”
when he does cum, he’s either whining your name like a broken record, or so fucked out all he can do is pant and gasp and paw at your skin
he’s also a crier when he gets overstimulated
always polite and says thank you <3
asks are open! <3
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University Superstar
[Summary]: Jeon Jungkook is your University’s biggest rock-star-athlete-hot guy. It literally prides itself on his attendance at the school — walking around with his “big name” (captain of the lacrosse team), tattoos, and rude, jock-like personality. You hate him. You hate that he can’t apologize for being a complete asshole. But what you don’t hate is how he visits your office every day. You also don’t hate that your feelings for him are crawling back into your system…
[Theme]: Jock!Jk, LacrossePlayer!JK x TeacherIntern!Y/N, Friends(?)ToLovers!AU, EnimeisToLovers!AU
[Rating]: 18+, explicit content, lots of hickies, mentions of blowjob, consistent flirting, JK is an extreme asshole (he actually got on my nerves for some of it lol), insensitive JK, lots of passion, squirting, kissing, pining after one another (mainly JK)
[Word Count]: 10,291
[Author’s Note]: I didn’t plan on making Y/n an education major…? But then I was thinking of JK in a bomber jacket and jock x teacher!AU and…yeah no, it had to happen.
[Masterlist] [Sequel] [Drabble (1), (2), (3)]
Jeon Jungkook.
The name makes you hurl a little in your mouth. Yesterday’s lunch makes its way to the back of your throat. But you swallow it down, telling yourself to be strong and that he will go away soon.
“So,” he banters a smile at you. That stupid yellow and blue lacrosse bomber jacket puffs out around his shoulders, the number “07” poking out in the ugliest school-sprit font you’ve ever seen on his sleeves. His elbows rest on your desk, arms delicately pushing some of your papers and trinkets out of his way. The action only fuels your anger.
“7 o’clock. You and me. Chipotle.”
“In your dreams, fuckboy,” you scoff. The audacity he has to ask you out. The audacity he has to find the school you intern at (literally on your universities campus, but still), interrupt your work, and ask you on a date for the nth time since a few weeks ago.
You think this might be the 5th time this week he’s asked you out on a date. And it’s only Wednesday.
The amount of explaining you still have to do to your coworkers, and even your kindergartner students, is exhausting. Everyone knows who he is. He’s the captain of your Universities lacrosse team, probably the most popular guy on campus…one of “the hottest” guys in the school (according to your coworker and best friend, Aecha)
You remember asking her a while back why he was always “the talk of the town”, and all she could say was: “Well, look at him. How could he not be?”
You get it. He is hot. But that doesn’t stop you from absolutely hating his guts. Not after he spilled his hot, black coffee all over your white shirt and pants a few weeks ago. Not after he stained all of your precious student’s artwork with his scorching hot Americano.
You were on your way to the school to hang them up in your classroom. Stopping at your University library’s coffee shop, you decided to start your day with a little bit of matcha before you decorated your space.
Your students had just completed a “What I Love About Me” project, and their responses literally made you cry…maybe made you ugly cry. So innocent and honest in their responses, this project was probably the most precious to your heart. You had wished you did something like this back when you were so young. Maybe then you would have a reminder on your bad days what younger you always admired before nasty comments and puberty hit your system.
So, when Jeon Jungkook completely drenched them in his black coffee, your stained (and very expensive) white work shirt and pants didn’t even matter. The sopping-wet look of your student’s artwork made you fight to gulp back tears. But you couldn’t help the water that begged to break free from behind your eyelids.
“Oohh!” he laughs, the stupid jock in him making a scene. “Jeez! I’m sorry.” you can feel the antagonizing smirk on his lips as he looks at what he’s done to you. “Here, let me get a napkin,”
Jungkook exits your line of vision and you try to make your way out of the library before he comes back. But, ever the athlete he is, Jungkook is back before you can blink with a giant wad of the coffee shop’s crappy brown napkins.
You don’t even know who is talking to you until you take the napkins from his hands, recognizing those ugly, stupid, hot hand tattoos. Who couldn’t recognize them when the whole university makes Jungkook’s tattoos each and every one of its personality traits?
The realization of your perpetrator being Jeon Jungkook only makes you more upset. Had it been anyone else, the hurt in your heart from your damaged projects might have been less painful.
You immediately start wiping off your student’s projects, placing them on the nearest table and patting them dry, trying your best not to smear the Crayola marker on some of them.
“Woah, hey,” he chuckles to himself again. “Nice line work. Didchya draw those?”
“Please, stop talking.” you spit at him. Finally, you look up at his face, hoping he gets the point.
You think he does, because the minute he catches your gaze, his face freezes. The look adorning your features was angry, but that tear in your eye from what he did to your papers made you really upset. Which, for some reason, made Jungkook's heart clench. Hoping he can’t see the tears trying to break free from your eyelids, you look back down and continue your previous actions.
“I-I, um,” he stutters, his voice much meeker than what it antagonized you with just moments ago. “Look, is there anything I can do? A free drink? New clothes? A personal invitation to Min Yoongi’s New Year’s Party? An escort around the men’s lacrosse team's locker room? …During uniform change?”
“Thanks, but the best thing you can do is leave,” you reply. Just about done drying your projects up the best you can, you gather them in your arms and face the man once again. This time, you stare at his face for more than just a few seconds. You hate that he’s handsome; it only makes it harder to stop looking at the playful smirk forming on his lips from mentioning the men’s locker rooms.
“You sure? Heard this year’s party is supposed to be a banger.” he bribes, the mole under his bottom lip showing as he smiles.
“Min Yoongi is a close friend. I am invited to his parties every year. Now, I have to go—”
“No way?!” he exclaims, the permed dark curls over his eyes bouncing as he places a large hand on your shoulder. You shrug it off, but he acts like he did nothing wrong at all. “How come I haven’t seen you before? I’d totally recognize you. You’re smokin', by the way.”
Your lips and nose cringe at his statement.
“I don’t usually go,” you explain. “Now, please move before I push you out of my way myself.”
“Hah!” he laughs. “Like you could. Hey, are you an elementary teacher or just a shitty artist?”
“I’m not answering that,” you say.
His comment hurts you. This is precious art to you. The fact that he has no regard—didn’t even say sorry meaningfully—for your papers that you are obviously upset about makes your heart sink. All you can see are the faces of your students.
“Okay, well, that offer for a free drink, or clothes, or uh—oh yeah. The men’s locker room deal,” he winks. “Is still on the table.”
“I’ll pass,” you flash a tight-lipped smile his way before brushing a shoulder past him and exiting the library.
The first tear makes its way down your cheek, and you quickly wipe it off before anyone has the chance to see it. You think Jungkook might have through the window of the shop, but you assume he is looking at his order number he placed for a new coffee on the screen above it. It would appear more fitting. He clearly has no care in the world that he did something that made someone else upset. From his own actions. But are you really surprised that he wouldn’t care?
The rest of your walk to the elementary school is filled with blasting music in your headphones and a scowl on your face. What was once sadness is now anger. You’re angry. So fucking angry. Your blood is boiling.
“How could he?” you exclaim as you barge into the teacher’s lounge.
“Woah—” Aecha observes. “Is this a new print or something?” she asks, referring to your white-brown shirt and pants. “Please don’t tell me this is a new ‘thing’? No offense, but it’s kind of ug—”
“No, it’s that stupid Jungkook-jock-fuckboy-asshole-bitch—”
You silently thank an existing god that the kids have off today.
“Jeon Jungkook?” Aecha’s jaw drops.
“Don’t even start. I hate that man. Look what he did,” you seethe, slapping your student’s projects on the table.
“Awww,” Aecha’s eyes go beady, her fingers delicately shifting through the precious artwork. “Did he ruin them?”
“Yes,” you fight the urge to swipe all the shit on the coffee bar onto the floor. “Yes, he did. And now I have to give these back to the kids, hoping that when they’re 15 years older they can actually make out what it's saying.”
“I’m sorry,” she pouts. “That’s really shitty. Did he apologize?” she asks, sorting through the damp papers. “They don’t look too distraught. I can still read them,” she assures you.
“He apologized as the third phrase he said to me. The first was an ‘Oohh!’ accompanied by a mocking laugh and then a ‘jeez!’ Didn’t even realize I didn’t care about my damn shirt until he pointed out how ‘shitty my artwork was’.”
“Wow,” she gapes. “That’s totally Jungkook, that’s for sure,” she nods in agreement, thinking upwards. “You know, now that I’m imagining the scenario, it’s kinda hot.”
“Aecha!”
“Okay listen,”
“No, I won’t.”
“Okay, fine,” she gives up. You dig underneath the coffee cabinet, pulling out a spare hairdryer and plugging it into the wall. Your school is filled with mostly women teachers, so finding something like this in a coffee room is not that unordinary here. The room is soon loud with the sound of the machine as your try to dry them completely. “You going to Yoongi’s party, by the way?” she asks you.
You remember Jungkook’s offer to invite you to said party. You scoff at the memory. What was once a plan to tell Yoongi that you were, in fact, going to attend...is now a “no” from you. Not when you know Jungkook will be there. He is always there, just too drunk to remember you, probably. He even danced with you a few times, grinding on your ass with a beer in his hand and his other on your waist.
You remember it all too well. That was back when you had positive thoughts about the man. But then he became the captain of the lacrosse team. And then he became obsessed with the amount of “get out of jail free” cards he suddenly obtained from his popularity, hotness, and good standing on the school board. When you heard about what he was like from Aecha, your friends, the school news, YouTube, etc., you stopped finding him fancy. You couldn’t see the same man you saw that night. Especially not with how he treated you just an hour ago. Sad, but you washed away any hint of a crush you might've had on him after then.
“No, not anymore,” you reply, loudly speaking over the blow dryer. It is loud enough to where you don’t need to yell, but you wouldn’t be able to hear her response if you both talked normally.
“What?!” she drops her shoulders in disappointment. “But Hoseok is going to be there…you told me you’d go with me if he was!”
You know Aecha has been chasing after Hoseok since she first talked with him at last year's party. She doesn’t know anyone else who is going besides Yoongi and Hoseok. Being they’re both men, she doesn’t know if she feels 100% comfortable going alone, even though you and her both know they would never dare to hurt her or make her feel unsafe. It is more of a girl code—arriving and leaving together—than it is anything else. So you understand.
You had forgotten about said agreement, and you groan in frustration. Now, you have no other choice.
“Y/n, I need to bag this man. I need to,” her voice is laced with determination. “I am like—I am tired of waiting and this is my one last chance and—”
“Okay!” you hush her. “Fine, I’ll go.
She claps her hands and does a happy dance. You wish you could find her reaction endearing, but now you’re dreading the upcoming events of this party.
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The week is going by fine until you get unexpected amounts of bouquets and Edible Arrangements all addressed to you from…Jungkook. You send them all back, just to get an angered Jungkook storming into your office a few days later.
“You know how expensive those were?!” he half-shouts at you. He quiets his voice, noticing the quiet setting he is in. However, he doesn’t seem to care that he has intruded on your space during your work time. He closes the door to your office anyways, trapping you in it with him.
“How did you get this address…and how do you know I work here?” you interrogate, going back to typing on your computer. The things you type are a mix of keyboard slam and words you’re thinking, faking work at its finest because some abnormally hot jock-asshole needs to make it known that his gifts are not to be returned.
“Min Yoongi is a man of many talents,” he responds. Taking a seat in one of the chairs across from your desk, you watch him as he plays with your nameplate on your desk. “Ms. Y/n L/n. Cute.”
You snatch the gold engraved tag out of his hands and place it back on the desk where it was before. “Please don’t touch my thi—”
“So, you are a teacher, then, I suppose?” he interrupts you. You don’t know it, but Jungkook is really trying here. It took a lot and nothing at all for him to walk in here. Truthfully, he has no idea how to apologize to you. A simple, sincere, “sorry” would probably do it. But he even practiced it in the mirror. Literally impossible. It’s like his mouth was forbidden to say the word without gagging at himself.
Apologizing was never his strong suit. Before coming to college, he was a good boy. Sweet and kind, never once a popular kid until he hit puberty and was suddenly his high school’s prom king. That’s when he started doing things he is not that proud of. It became a habit, but the good boy in him has a hard time practicing apologizing. Mainly because... he never really had to do it before becoming a total high school popular kid and a university super-star player.
But he really fucked up this time. And, he was hoping you would just let it go like people always seem to do when he can’t admit things correctly. But after seeing that tear fall down your face after you left the shop, that clench in his heart followed as you walked away. He couldn't stop thinking about how bad he felt all week. Those really meant something to you and he knew it. He just didn’t know how to admit he was being an asshole.
“I am,” you reply. “You here for some lessons?”
“Stop,” he grins. “Teacher—student sex has always been a fantasy of mine.”
“Please,” you scoff at him. The audacity. “As if I’d fulfill that for you.”
“A man can only dream,” he shrugs.
“Yeah, well keep doing that. What do you want, Jungkook?”
“I want to know why you sent back my flowers. And my Edible Arrangement! I was fighting the urge not to just eat it when I picked it out for you.”
Truthfully, you were too. You love Edible Arrangements.
“Because I don’t want your sympathy because you realized you were an asshole,”
“Why not?”
“Because none of that matters to me. I’m not an ex-girlfriend who caught you cheating on me. I’m just a stranger you met last week. I want an apology. An honest apology from you. And that’s it.” you explain.
Jungkook puffs his cheeks out.
“You’re difficult,” he raises his eyebrows. “I like that,” he smirks at you.
“I don’t have time for your flirting, Jungkook,” you roll your eyes at him, focusing back on your screen. “Please go home.”
The next time he comes in is around 3pm the following day. The kids are out of school by then, but all your coworkers are still here. So is Jungkook, apparently. Aecha tells you he’s been talking it up with the principal since he got here.
You groan, hoping he is just here to speak with the principal and not you. It is a farfetched hope, though. You don’t know what business he has with the principal, or anyone else here besides you, for that matter.
It is around 5 when he barges into your office again. You’re packing up your things, dreams crushed when you thought you could exit work without running into the alleged lacrosse star.
“Hey, sexy,” he flirts, eyeing your flowy, loose, figure-hiding, ugly, dark-brown art dress. You roll your eyes again, knowing he’s making fun of you. It was art day, and you had to wear your paint-stained art-apron dress. It’s the only one you don’t care about other than the shirt he ruined just a week ago.
You ignore his comment, zipping your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.
“Reconsidering tutoring?” you mock. Jungkook laughs at you, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. You’re really cute when you mock him. It kinda gets him going.
“How’s about 9:00pm next Saturday at Min Yoongi’s?” he asks, trying to get you to go to the party again. Little does he know that you’re going. But you don’t want to amuse him too much.
“Funny,” you banter, making your way to the door. But he blocks your path, his arms resting against the door frame as he stares down at you with those white teeth and bunny eyes. You want to squish his cheek between your forefinger and thumb for reasons you don’t understand. All he has done is make fun of, flirt, and annoy you since you two met. Why do you feel the heat in your cheeks when he slips a finger underneath your chin, dark eyes staring into your soul? Why does your heartbeat in your throat when you look at the glossiness of his lips so close to your own?
You back away, releasing yourself from his flirtatious actions.
“What if I begged on my knees?” he blurts out.
You snort out in laughter at that. The thought of Jungkook: the tall, big guy with tattoos and an award-winning lacrosse scholarship? On his knees in front of you? Begging you to go to some party? That’s rich.
Jungkook blushes harder at your laughs. Fuck, your laugh is so cute. He wants to make you laugh like this a lot. Maybe forever, even. You’re music to his ears.
“What’s so funny?” he chuckles with you. “Think I can’t?”
“Please,” you smile wide, a hand covering your mouth, trying not to muster up any more laughs. “That would be too much. You sure you want to pleasure me?”
Jungkook’s mouth grows dry. Um…yes?? He would, in fact, like to pleasure you. Maybe not in that way, but he’d do it if it meant you were pleased with him. Fuck! If only he could admit things properly.
“Um, no, never mind” he goes against his wish. “I don’t think I could stand the content look on your face.” He totally could??? What the hell is he saying?!?
Jungkook runs a hand through his thick, brown locks, looking at you as you die down your laughter. If only you knew he’s been after you since two New Year’s parties ago. You think he doesn’t remember, but he totally does. The way your hips swayed against his, pressing your ass into his front. He remembers how soft your skin felt underneath his tattooed hand. All he remembered is how he wanted to mark you up, kiss the skin of your lips, neck, and shoulders and claim it as his own. But he had one too many drinks that night, and he found himself passed out on Min Yoongi’s couch the next morning. Jungkook started off the New Year with his clothes on, cheeks flushed, a terrible hangover, and no sight of you anywhere.
He had been trying to find you for a while on campus, but little did he know you were all the way on the opposite side of it in the Education sector. When you didn’t show up to Yoongi’s New Year’s Party the following year, he realized he may never see you again. Until he ruined your clothes. And your valuables. And your heart. And god-knows-what else. If only apologizing didn’t completely break his fragile ego, maybe he would be kissing you right now. Maybe he could have been spending all his time kissing you and holding you every day since the incident.
“Whatever you say, fuckboy,” you smile at him. “Now let me go — and stop coming into my office. It’s annoying.”
“Principle Green is actually so rad, though. I might come back just for him,” he comments, moving out of your way.
“I don’t care who is rad, I don’t want you interrupting my work.”
“Oh, so I’m a distraction?”
“No, you’re a nuisance,”
“Ouch,”
“Goodbye, Jungkook,” you flash him a grin, turning off the lights in your office. You look at Aecha in the teacher's lounge where you exit. She is completely baffled, eyes wide, her mouth dropped, and her bagel falling out of her hands and onto the table. Cream-cheese side down. She heard everything, and you know what she’s thinking.
Luckily, you can leave without either of them making conversation with you.
Entering your car, you let out a huge breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. You look at yourself in your sun blocker's mirror. Cheeks red and lips cracked from all the laughing, you’re a total mess! As if your crush on Jungkook is coming back. It can’t be. He’s a total asshole now.
But a charming asshole.
Fuck! Stop it, y/n. You can’t do this to yourself.
And so, you don’t. You blast your music and drive away, pretending you don’t see a waving, smiling Jungkook from the school’s entrance in your rearview mirror.
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Three knocks on your door and an uninvited Jungkook makes his way into your office. Again.
Jeon Jungkook.
The name makes you hurl a little in your mouth. Yesterday’s lunch makes its way to the back of your throat. But you swallow it down, telling yourself to be strong and that he will go away soon.
Last night, after Jungkook’s daily visit to your office (one that ended up with a 3-hour conversation about how Thor is the best Avenger next to Spider-Man), you realized that it’s been almost two weeks since you met him in the coffee shop. Almost two weeks and you have yet to receive a proper apology like you had asked him to give you the first time he visited you at work.
This is the 7th visit since two weeks ago, and still no apology. Despite his charm and how easily you were almost tricked into letting it all go, you remembered you were still supposed to be mad at him. And that you should still be mad at him no matter how many bunny-smiles, flirtatious comments, and talks about the Avengers and Principle Green that shoots straight to your heart. And to other places…
“So,” he banters a smile at you. That stupid yellow and blue lacrosse bomber jacket puffs out around his shoulders, the number “07” poking out in the ugliest school-spirit font you’ve ever seen on his sleeves. His elbows rest on your desk, arms delicately pushing some of your papers and trinkets out of his way. The action only fuels your anger.
“7 o’clock. You and me. Chipotle.”
“In your dreams, fuckboy,” you scoff. The audacity he has to ask you out. The audacity he has to find the school you intern at (literally on your universities campus, but still), interrupt your work, and ask you on a date for the nth time since the start of this week.
You think this might be the 5th time since Sunday he’s asked you out on a date. And it’s only Wednesday.
“Woah, why the ‘tude?” he defends, putting his palms up as he slides back into his “designated” chair in your office.
“There is no ‘tude.”
“There totally is ‘tude!”
You glare at him from over your laptop screen. "See!” he points at your scowl.
“Jungkook, get out please,” you sigh. You really don’t want to deal with his antics today.
“What? Why?” he asks you. His voice is defensive like you just told him his dick is short and thin. Which, it totally is not by the way. He’d tell you about it, but it doesn’t appear like you’re up for that conversation.
“Because, Jungkook, I’m done with this.”
“With what?" he scoffs. "We’re not even a ‘this’,” he says the last part with finger air quotes.
“Exactly, so please stop visiting me. I don’t want your distractions to make me forget about the fact that you still haven’t apologized.”
“Oh, please, y/n,” he drags out a laugh, slouching on your chair. “I don’t even need to apologize. They were just some shitty drawings. I can assure you that if you go back into that classroom and call an ‘art sesh’ they’d make up a bunch of equally as shitty pieces for you.”
You can feel your fingers nearly breaking the screen of your laptop before shutting it close. You stand up in your seat, motioning your finger toward the door. “Get out.”
Jungkook knows he stepped over the line with that one. He really doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying. He knows those meant something to you! Why is he acting like he doesn’t? Why does he choose to say words that hurt you? It only hurts him, knowing that even though he wants so badly to be the person that comforts you and who tells you you’re okay; saying the opposite is only going to make it worse.
Duh!
Right now, he wants to beat himself up so badly that he’s lost the ability to speak another word.
That clenching feeling he has in his chest is back. He can see the anger in your heart, reaching out to protect the innocence of your students. It’s endearing, really. But he’s in the crossfire. And he’s on the side of your wrath he doesn’t want to be on. He’s the reason you’re protecting your students in their absence. He is the reason why you might never forgive him for this one.
“Y/n, I,” he stutters, standing up. He really thinks he’s about to apologize until something within himself blocks him from doing so again. His heart wants to say it, but his egotistical brain isn’t allowing him. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Then what did you mean it as?” you ask him. Hands running through your hair, you laugh at yourself in disbelief. “You know, I don’t even know why I’m asking you that. I don’t even know why I expect anything from you at all. All you’ve been doing since you got your damn scholarship and your damn popularity has been treating others like how you are treating me right now. Like their feelings don’t matter, like no one else exists in this world besides Jeon Jungkook. Maybe if you had a project like the one I assigned to my students, then maybe you’d have a reason to look back on what it means to be kind to others. Maybe you’d realize that people get hurt because of people like you. Me included. So please, leave my office and don’t show your face in this school ever again.”
Jungkook is at a loss for words. What can he say? You called his bluff. He taught himself how to block out others as a defense mechanism a long time ago. Its consequence: confidence as a new defense mechanism. Confidence is always good, right? So why it felt wrong when he started showing that side of him 100% more than it was before was beyond him. And, well, this is why it felt so wrong. He's lost the ability to humble himself down. And he hurt you because of it. He’s hurt a lot of people because of it. If only he knew how to balance himself properly.
Jungkook leaves your office, not batting an eye at you, feeling like a student who just got expelled. The jock in him would say it was hot, but that part of him is not there. Nothing but shame fills his body. He feels ashamed of himself. Especially as he catches light of one of the coffee-stained projects on the lounge-room walls.
[I love my _______ because it makes me feel ________] is the prompt. This one had the most outrageous spelling he thinks he’s ever seen. Backward “e”’s and random capitalization and sizing and all. But he makes out “heart’ and “wanted”.
Something in him pulls on his heartstrings again. He can see why those projects meant so much to you. Just that one simple response was enough to feel regret all the way from the follicles of his scalp to his big toe, as if he didn’t regret it already. How is he going to make it up to you? He has no idea. But he can’t lose sight of you, even when he knows he's pissed you off and hurt you. He has to find a way to make it right.
He has to apologize. Sincerely. Like he’s been practicing in the mirror and with his roommates, Taehyung and Jin, for the past two weeks. It’s easier with them. They don’t make his heart beat abnormally fast. They don’t send smiles (other than teasing, antagonizing ones that make him feel embarrassed and give up) that make him want to kiss you until you’re breathless beneath him.
But he needs to. And it needs to happen soon.
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“So,” you smile at Aecha across your kitchen counter. She’s wearing the skimpiest hot pink dress you have ever seen. No doubt trying to be a tease for Hoseok. No one would guess she’s a preschool teacher with the way she’s dressed. “What’s the plan?”
She turns around, pinning the last bobby pin in her stiff, hair-sprayed-bobby pinned high bun.
“Okay,” she smiles. “We go in, right? Then I see Hoseok. Then we dance. Then we kiss. Then we f—”
“Okay!” you stop her, laughing. “I get it. Go in, dance, fuck. What do I do?”
“Hmmm,” she thinks. “Drink?? Get high? Maybe mock my actions on a certain captain of the lacrosse team…?”
You give her a knowing look.
“I know!” she puts her hands up. “Was just a thought.”
A great thought, at that. You’ve been wanting to jump his bones since three New Year's parties ago. But you’ve long accepted that’s no longer on your agenda. Jungkook has proven to you that he is a lost cause. You can’t expect anything from him, no matter how charming his smile is, no matter how well he dances, or how his touch makes butterflies flow through every vein in your body.
You have to put him in the back of your mind and move on. Maybe tonight you can find someone to do that with.
“You know that guy from Bread Club?” you ask her, fingers pinching the skin between your eyebrows in thought.
“Which one? That club was full of male nerd—oh! The hot one? Park Jimin?” she recalls.
“Yes!” you exclaim. “Him! Do you know if he is coming?”
“Oooooo,” she coos at you. “Does y/n see a potential crush on bread-boy Jimin?”
“Not a crush. Although, he is really handsome.” you blush. “I just never gave him a proper chance.”
“You’re right. I did suspect an underlying mutual attraction. My guess would be that he is going. I’m pretty sure he’s with that whole group. If I’m not mistaken, I want to say he’s Taehyung’s brother. Tae rooms with Jungkook and Jin.”
“Ah,” you nod, understanding the explanation. Although, all you hear is Jungkook. You hate that even his name in a conversation not even about him puts a sad feeling in your heart. You really do pity him. You also really want to forgive him. But after what he said back in your office, you don’t think you have the means to. His words hurt. They always do. But, he doesn’t know how to apologize. At least not to you. You remember how Aecha was surprised when you explained the situation and told her that he still hasn’t apologized since the incident. It made you wonder if you were the only person he refuses to apologize to.
“Okay, I’m ready. We both look hot. Let’s go,” Aecha says, matter-of-fact. She slaps her pocket mirror closed and shoves it into her purse.
----
You arrive at the sickest party Min Yoongi has ever hosted. Jungkook was right, this year’s party is a banger. Endless drinks, endless space for dancing, endless games, and endless men…boy you have many options tonight.
Aecha claps your shoulder in excitement, telling you that she sees her prey. You understand, letting her make her progress towards bagging Hoseok.
You continue smiling until your eyes land on Jungkook’s. He’s at the beer pong table, a beer in one hand and a pong in the other, ready to throw his next shot. Although, his progress towards throwing it stops when he sees you.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to keep looking at him. Dressed in all black with silver accents accompanying his wrists, ears, eyebrows, and lips. One could say he completely complemented your own outfit.
The fact only makes your heart hurt more. Why? You don’t know. You dropped him. He’s done. Wasn’t even a crush for longer than a day three years ago. Why you’re so hung up on him, you don’t know. The realization has you tearing your eyes away from his man-bun that looks too perfect framing his face, and onto the drinks in the room next to you.
You grab a shot or two. Or three. Or four. But who’s counting? It’s New Year’s Eve, you’re single, have nothing to lose, and have strange feelings toward a man you want to forget. Tonight is the night to get so wasted that you end up achieving that goal.
You think you will be successful when a familiar voice calls your name. Turning around, your eyes meet with Park Jimin’s. The bread-boy. Just the man you wanted to see tonight.
“Jimin!” you hug him. “No way! How long has it been since we baked banana nut bread together?!”
Jimin laughs out loud, hugging you back. “About a year, I’d say,” he smiles. His smile is really cute, reaching from cheek to cheek with that insanely addicting voice of liquid he uses to coat his words. “You’re looking really good tonight, Y/n.” Maybe he will be your saving grace tonight, after all.
“Thanks,” you smile. “You’re not looking too bad yourself.”
“Glad to know you’re pleased.”
“I am,” you smirk. “Somewhat.”
“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow.
“Come,” you change the subject. For some reason, flirting with Jimin feels wrong. Even though you want parts of him, even though you want to be able to flirt with him, something about it just doesn’t feel right. Maybe it’s the intense eyes you feel at the back of your head when you dance on Jimin in the middle of the dance floor. Maybe it’s when you kiss Jimin that you feel as if you’re imagining it’s Jungkook who you’re pressing your lips to.
It’s all wrong. Everything is wrong.
But Jimin touches you like it is right, and you feel somewhat assured until an extra hand is pulling you away from him. Suddenly, you’re drunken vision sees Jimin standing on the dance floor moving farther and farther away from you as this mystery person takes you away from him. Stumbling to keep up with this person’s pace, you turn around and attempt to pry off the strong arm that wraps around your wrist.
“Wha-What do you—who are you?” you ask this person. It isn’t until you realize that the person’s arm is tattooed. It isn’t until you realize that these tattoos are familiar and that they belong to Jeon Jungkook. “Jungkook, let go!”
To which he does, but only when he’s pulled you out of the house and into the alleyway between another house and Yoongi’s. Jungkook pins you against the wall, his forearms pressing against the brick next to your ears.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he demands, voice low and eyes foreboding. Those eyes you’ve never seen before. They’re dark and angry; far, far away from his playful innocent-looking ones. They scare you a little. But you’ve always been good at facing your fears.
“I’m having fun,” you respond, not a smidge of the jitters you're feeling consuming your voice. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you don’t make any mistakes,” he responds.
“Hah!” you laugh, the alcohol causing you to tilt your head back harshly. You forget there’s brick there, and you’re thankful Jungkook’s reflexes are fast enough to slide his hand beneath your head before it smacked against the brick. “You’re so funny, Kook. You know, that’s actually a good idea. Because the last time I danced on someone like that was with you. And I really regret that.”
Jungkook’s heart pangs in his chest, showing how your words affected him so by closing in on you. His face towers over yours, even though he’s been trying to keep his height as level with you as he can by bending his body at his hips to match your own height. But the closer he gets, the taller he becomes, and the more you have to look up in order to look into his eyes.
You can smell the cologne on his body along with the faint smell of booze on his breath. You hate how his scent makes you fawn over him. All you want to do is kiss him silly. But you’re still mad at him. You're still arguing with him right now.
“You don’t,” he scowls, more so at himself for letting it get this far. The sight of Jimin holding you like that when it was supposed to be him made his blood boil. Fury grew in his veins as he realized he needed to make this right. Right now. Before it’s too late and you’re truly moving on.
“And what if I do, Jungkook?” you lower your voice, words feeling heavy on your mouth. “What if I regret letting my feelings continuously be hurt by you?”
“And what if I told you that I regret it,” he holds your chin in his fingers. “Saying those things to you. I do, y/n. I regret it, and I don’t know why I kept saying those things. And I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It was never my intention to hurt you.”
You pause at his apology. Are you hearing this right? Did Jeon Jungkook just apologize to you? Twice??
“W-Well,” you stutter. Tears start to brim your eyes again for reasons you don’t understand. Maybe because you’re a crybaby. Maybe because this was your reason for not chasing after the man you liked so much. Maybe because his apology gives you the ‘go’ for smashing your lips onto his, feeling his honey lips collide with yours.
They’re just as soft as you imagined they would be. And god, is he a good kisser. His lips alone make a pool in your panties. Your hands slide around his neck, fingertips intertwining in his tied-up locks.
Jungkook’s body nearly stutters when you kiss him. Out of all things, this was the last he expected. Maybe a well-deserved slap or a kick on the shin, but never the feeling of your embrace.
Nevertheless, he doesn’t complain one bit. He’s been dying to feel you. Your lips on his was an imagery he thought he would never have the chance to live out. But, here you are, holding his body close and kissing him like he is the last person you will ever have the chance to kiss in your life.
Desperation crawls into his veins, lifting you up around his waist, and pressing you against the wall.
He’s been craving this for far too long. Craving you for too long. Jungkook can’t stop touching you, your body is just as soft as he remembered. His curiosity begs him to explore more and more of you. But he’s done enough without your permission. So he waits, continuing to kiss you until you take control.
“I’ve been dying to have you like this,” you say between trailing kisses down to his neck. Jungkook moans as you find his sweet spot, and you think it was the prettiest thing you have ever heard in your lifetime. Sucking on the spot, he raises his chest, trying to control his pleasure but nonetheless fails when you bite down on him.
“Y-Y/n,” he calls out your name, just loud enough for you to hear. His breath tickles your name on the shell of your ear, and you think you might have gushed arousal out of your cunt. “Not here,” he pants, trapping your chin between his fingers again. He motions your jaw up to his, tempting himself with light scrapes of his lips touching yours. “I don’t want anyone else to see you.”
“Then where?” you whisper back at him. It is so hard not to smash your lips onto his again, but you want this to continue. And if Jungkook wants you where no one but himself can see you, then you’re bound to be wherever that is.
“My place,” he brushes his nose against your cheek before returning your trail of kisses on his neck back to yours. “No one’s home. I brought a car.” He sucks your neck, leaving bruises all over. He's determined to find not just one sweet spot of yours, but to find them all.
“Wh-Why not the car?” you ask between moans. Jungkook is so good at this. He’s suede and smooth with his touches, hot and passionate with his kisses. He knows how to make you puddy in his hands.
Jungkook chuckles in your ear. “Not with the things I want to do to you,” he bites down on your neck, eliciting a sweet panted moan from your throat. “That won’t work.”
“Then let’s go,” you hold his neck firmly in your palms, stopping him from his parade of kisses. “I don’t want to waste more time.”
“Someone’s eager,” Jungkook smirks, kissing you once before setting you down and taking his keys out of his pocket.
“You have no idea.”
----
The ride over to Jungkook’s is spent palming him in the driver’s seat and Jungkook struggling to focus on the road. He’s not as consumed with alcohol as you might be, even though the effects of it on you stopped midway through making out with Jungkook back at Yoongi’s.
You know you’re doomed when the car abruptly stops. His fist pushes the stick into park, and he rips open the car door, walking around the front of it to come over to you.
You’re still tipsy, however. So, when you’re met with Jungkook’s erection right in your face you can’t help but laugh a little.
“What’s so funny?” he asks you, a little pissed off at your laughter. It’s hot.
Trailing a finger on the zipper to his black jeans, you outline the length of his cock slowly, admiring its size right in front of you. You dream of it fucking you, as if the man in front of you wasn’t on a mission to check that off your list right now.
“You’re so big,” you sigh like a teenage girl. “I want you inside of me, Jungkook,” you smirk, looking up at him from the passenger seat. Jungkook swears his heart leaps out of his chest. He thinks his voice might crack if he says another word, so he clears his throat, dick twitching simultaneously, before he responds.
“Then, c’mon,” he takes your hand, pulling you up and out of the car. “We’re here.” Jungkook smiles at you sweetly. He almost thinks that he should just wait until the morning to fuck you because of your tipsy-drunk moment until you’re kissing and palming him again. Jungkook moans into your mouth, stumbling with you toward his townhome’s entrance. Key fob in hand, Jungkook presses it underneath the door nob, hearing a sound of approval from the security system not long after.
“Teasing me in the car,” he growls against your ear, pushing you against the nearest wall once the door to his home shuts. “You think you weren’t going to get punished for that?”
All you can do is moan. Jungkook’s hands waste no time ripping off every piece of clothing you have on, dying to see you in all your glory.
“Holy fuck,” he pants. It’s almost as if he’s cumming his pants right now at the sight of you. “You’re gorgeous, Y/n,”
You can’t help but blush a little, his glare on you makes you think that he’s not actually saying these things about your body. Not this man. Not the ripped, 6-packed athlete with incredible strength and muscles that could pop you with one headlock around the neck. Maybe it's the booze.
“Take your clothes off, fuckboy,” you demand.
Jungkook shimmies off his black blazer, eyes still on your tits. He wants to suck them and leave marks all over the softness of them. He wants you to be completely covered in him tomorrow morning.
“Don’t call me that,” he walks closer to you, trapping your naked body between his half-clothed one. “I’m not a fuckboy.” he replies, taking off his mock-turtle neck tanktop. You thought it was tight enough on him before, but the sight of his muscles underneath the shirt makes you realize that the shirt did not do him enough justice. Never in a million years did you think Jungkook was this ripped. He basically has boobs. He could probably fit into your bra…
“Then what are you?” you ghost against his lips.
He would like to say “yours”, but he remembers that you’re still tipsy. Would you agree to that? Do you still hate him? He'd like to think 'no' considering how you two are both eager to have each other right now, but he's got a lot of things to ask and make up to you before any titles are made. So he holds off.
“We can decide that in the morning,” he settles on, flashing you a small smile before delving into your lips. His chest is firm against yours, his back so wide, you struggle to wrap your arms around it as he leads you to what you assume is his bedroom.
His room is just as you expected it would be. Covered in trophies and pictures, as neat and organized as you expected. But what really catches you off guard is how comfortable his bed is. The smell of him engulfs you as he gently places you on his bed. You think about how this night would be if you decided to fuck in the car. How you wouldn't be able to see this view on top of you so clearly if you did. You’re thankful Jungkook insisted on his bedroom. Now, you can see his handsome face clearly in the lighting of his room as he pulls his pants down to his ankles, leaving himself in a pair of white Calvins. They do nothing to hide the length and girth of his cock, and you shutter knowing that he’s going to completely rip you open.
“Don’t worry, I’ll prep you,” he whispers in your ear, sensing your worry. Jungkook’s lips find your neck again, gently kissing his previously left bruises before leaving more of them on the areas of your clavicle and chest.
“What if I don’t want to be prepped?” you whimper, back arching into his chest when his mouth engulfs your nipple, sucking on it hard. “W-What if I want you ri-right now?”
Jungkook laughs deeply as he twirls your nipple around with his tongue. He releases you with a quick “pop”, which makes your head fall back in pleasure. You can feel Jungkook’s body moving up to come face-to-face with yours. “Patience,” he gives you a quick kiss. “I refuse to hurt you any more than I have already.”
“Jungkook,” you coo, holding his jaw in your palm. He looks ashamed of himself. You’ve never seen this side of him, and it feels good knowing that he does harbor those kinds of feelings. Especially since he is comfortable with you seeing him display them. “I forgive you, Kook.”
“You shouldn’t,” he buries his face in your neck again, kissing you lightly as his hand trails down to your wet cunt. His fingers find your clit. You moan when he starts circling slow infinities on the sensitive bud.
“But I do, Jungkook,” you pant, hand coming up to drag your fingers through his hair. You pull out his bun, watching as his hair falls over the crown of his head and onto your skin. It smells like coconut, and you can’t help but bury your nose in it as he continues to gather your juices on his fingertips.
“I was bad to you,” he grumbles against your neck. This time, his fingers circle your entrance. Legs wrapping around his hips, you invite his fingers inside, to which he obliges. Just his index finger feels you first. Jungkook ruts against the mattress at the feeling, imagining the walls that squeeze his finger tight around his cock. Yeah, you definitely need prepping.
“But, you apologized,” you whisper to him, massaging his scalp. Your hips twitch when he adds another finger. You can’t imagine the size of him in you like this. Two of his massive fingers are enough to make you feel close to cumming around them. He’s going to be the death of you.
Pumping in and out of you, Jungkook moves his head to face yours, his nose kissing your own.
“I’m sorry,” he says once again. “I’m sorry for spilling coffee on you, and being an asshole, and making fun of your student’s art, and showing up at your work, and pissing you off, and making you hate me so much you—”
“J-Jungkook,” you stop him. It’s hard to concentrate on a response when his pace quickens with every mention of something he did wrong, as if he was getting angrier the more he realized how much he did to hurt you.
“All I wanted to do was the opposite of what I did,” he kisses your cheek. “B-But it’s hard for me to face negativity without being cocky and stupid about it. I thought that by making it worse, I could make it better.”
“What a strange tactic,” you chuckle against his cheek. Your heart thumps when he flashes you a smile, telling you with his eyes that he’d never do something like that to you ever again. “I’m proud of you.” You smile.
“S-Stop,” Jungkook adds his thumb to your clit as his fingers continue to fuck you slowly. The addition causes you to arch your back into him. Jungkook takes the opportunity to wrap his arm underneath your spine, holding you secure against his body. “You’re going to make me want to claim you if you say that kind of shit to me.”
“What if I want you to claim me?” you challenge.
Jungkook nearly growls into your neck, fighting the urge to just flip you over and ravage you. “Stop doing that to me, y/n,”
He feels your fingers start to tug at the rim of his boxers, and Jungkook can’t be any more excited to feel you around him. He presses one more finger into you before allowing you to shove his boxers halfway down his thighs.
Jungkook moans at the feeling of your soft fingers around his cock, head falling into the crevice of your neck again. His dick is red and angry and begging to fuck you hard and deep. You swirl the precum that leaks from him and circle it around his cockhead, eliciting a strained moan into the skin by your ear from the man above you. His hips jerk at the sudden movement, preparing themselves to fuck you hard and fast.
“I think I’m ready, Kook,” you whisper into his hair.
Jungkook detaches himself from your neck, standing up to quickly knock off his boxers onto the floor. He takes your calves in his hands, spreading you before his fingertips spread your pussy open slowly. Jungkook takes a long look at you. You're basically drooling from your cunt, the slick creating shiny lines off his fingers as he moves them up and off your pussy. Glistening and pulsing for him to fill you up, he knows you’re going to be a tight fit. The fact only excites him further.
He pulls himself onto the bed, pushing your thighs up with his body. Pumping his cock a few times, he lines you up with his dick, pressing his cockhead against your slick.
“You sure you want this?” he leans down to your face. Your thighs are trapped against your torso, Jungkook folding you up for him nice and good. You appreciate that he doesn’t do a thing without your consent, that he doesn’t dare to do anything unless you’re comfortable. A complete 180 from the emotionally constipated Jungkook you’ve been experiencing for the past two weeks.
You nod to him, looking into his eyes. But this doesn’t satisfy him.
“I need a verbal answer, y/n,” he kisses your cheek, dick rubbing up and down your warm entrance.
“Yes, Jungkook. I want you,” you lean into his cheek.
The feeling of his girth stretching you open is enough for you to dig your nails into the smooth skin of his back. Never in a million years did you think you’d be stretched this good.
He doesn’t go in all the way, letting you adjust to his girth before slipping his length all the way into you.
You swear his tip kisses your cervix. When he pulls out and slams back into you, you can confirm that he did, in fact, kiss it. Jungkook moans against you, gripping your hands in his own and pinning them above your head. His hips are strong, slamming into you with everything he has left in him. You’re a goddess below him, legs around his shoulders, fingers digging into the upper side of his palm, tears streaming down your cheeks as you feel all he is giving you.
“F-Faster,” you beg. Jungkook is happy to obey.
He takes your hips and flips you over, his hands pressing against the upper of your back, pushing your chest down into his sheets. Once satisfied, Jungkook firmly grabs your hips and pistons into you faster, just like you wanted. You’re a moaning mess beneath him, fingers gripping the sheets, legs twitching in resistance as he fucks into you like a madman. His nose is crunched, lip bleeding between his teeth as he tries to hold back his orgasm. Usually, he never feels ready to release this early. But, you’re the girl he’s always wanted. And now you’re in his bed, begging him to fuck you without prepping you and go faster and claim you, and—god, it's all too perfect. You’re too perfect.
Your moans are like honey in his ears, the sweetest music he’s ever heard. He slaps your ass hard—once, twice, so many times. You scream to it all, each one pushing you over the edge.
“This is mine, you hear?” he growls from behind you, gripping your ass in his hand before slapping it again. “You hear me?” he asks again, gripping your hips tighter and forcibly slapping them against his own hips. The impact makes you gush around him, your high following his forcefulness in squirts of your release. You don’t see it, but Jungkook’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the sight. No way did you just squirt all over his cock. Can this night get any better?
Maybe it can, because he feels his own release closely following. But he edges himself, pulling out of you to look at the mess you made instead of chasing his high.
You’re so embarrassed, digging your face into your hands as you hear him press his hand into his sopping wet duvet cover.
“I-I’m so sorry,” you whimper. You refuse to meet his eyes, even when he flips you over and sits next to your face.
“C’mere,” he pats his lap.
“Jungkook,” you whine, absolutely mortified. Is he mad? You can’t tell. He hasn’t mentioned anything about your release.
“Baby, come here,” he speaks to you with honey laced in his voice. Your heart thumps at the fact that he called you “baby”. Were your dreams coming true?
You gather yourself and weakly climb onto his lap, immediately digging your face into his shoulder.
“Was that bad? You didn’t cum,” you ask him, voice trembling into his neck. God, this is so mortifying. “I won’t do it again, I pro—”
“Like fucking hell you won’t,” he holds your waist firmly again. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen y/n,” he bites your ear. “It’s taking everything in me not to be gentle with you right now.”
Your eyes meet his hungered ones. You were wrong, and you know it not only from him saying so but also from his pulsating cock below. It is twitching and leaking with so much precum, you almost think that it is his cum itself if it weren’t for the clearness of it. And then you realize that he’s edging himself.
“I-I want this to last longer, but I don’t want to hurt you cause I—” his head falls back in a strained moan when you press a finger to his tip, playing with the precum leaking down himself. “Cause I know I will if you don’t take control of me right now…so, ride me,” he demands.
You kiss his neck, feeling lighter that you made him feel strong enough to nearly lose his control just from your orgasm. With power in your hands, you lift your hips just enough to hover your pussy over his twitching cock, sliding down slowly.
Jungkook’s hands come to your hips again, completely out of breath. “H-Holy shit, y/n,” he gasps when he stares down at his dick disappearing and reappearing as you bounce on his cock. “God, you’re going to murder me, aren’t you?”
You laugh at his comment. Although, he’s far from laughing, focusing all his energy on controlling his orgasm. Face falling into your neck, he’s mumbling things you don’t understand as you massage his sweaty scalp again. He moans at your touch, feeling overly sensitive and extremely, beyond-belief, horny. He wants to cum so bad, but he also wants this to last.
“You can cum, Kook,” you whisper into his scalp. You don’t know if you have it in you to cum again. Squirting is so powerful, and it usually takes everything out of you. But you might, considering you have the strength to ride him to no tomorrow. “It’s okay.”
“N-No,” he breathes against your neck, panting. “Can’t. Want it to last.”
“Don’t worry,” you laugh against his cheek. “I don’t plan on making you a one-night, Jungkook.”
“A-Ah,” his hips twitch into you. “I-um, ffuccck, y/n!” he sways your hips back and forth on his cock rapidly. “Y-You sure? It’s going to be a lot.”
“Mhm,” you smile down at him.
“Fuck, o-okay,” he breathes out shakily. Jungkook then bucks his hips fast into yours from underneath you, unrelenting and ruthless. You feel his hot ropes fill you up just seconds later. For what feels like a full minute of him pumping his cum into you, his face resting against your breasts in fucked-out glory.
You two rest there, letting his cum pool at the connection of your bodies while you rest against each other. What finally breaks you out of your own daze is the sound of fireworks just outside Jungkook's bedroom window.
You can see the array of colors lighting up the sky, his digital clock on his nightstand reading 12:00am.
“Hey,” you whisper into his hair, kissing his sweaty scalp. “Happy New Year.”
Jungkook detaches his cheek from your chest, bringing his face up to graze his nose against yours. Smiling into your lips he whispers,
“I’m gonna make it right, y/n. This will be our year.”
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[Bonus]
[Aecha]: Hope you got home okay.
[Aecha]: Ended up a little stuck between Hoseok’s thighs.
[Y/n]: Funny story.
[Y/n]: I never made it home last night.
[Aecha]: WHAT?!
[Aecha]: Are you okay??
[Y/n]: More than okay.
y/n sent an image
[Aecha]: No
[Aecha]: Fucking
[Aecha]: Way
[Aecha]: I—AKJDAKSJHFJKASFKLDJSAFKLJSFA!!! Y/N!!!!
[Y/n]: So like.
[Y/n]: I’m no longer a single lady?
[Aecha]: AHHHHHHHHH Y/N!!!!!
[Aecha]: JESUS DID HE LEAVE ANY INCH OF YOUR SKIN Y/S/C?!?
[Y/n]: We had a lot of…catching up to do lol.
[Aecha]: I’d say.
[Aecha]: I’m the maid of honor. Understand me?
[Y/n]: Lol. You got it.
~~
[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]
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Soothing Heaven
Summary: While the nightmare kept trailing behind each of his step keeping him wide awake and tied down to the reminder that his the last of his people, you always accept him with warm smile and open arms.
Pair: Aventurine x Reader
Genre: Hurt/comfort
Warnings: Everyone is sad here :(
A/N: I got aventurine in soft pity AND I won my 50/50 TWICE (Yes my Aventurine is E1 I am so proud) can y’all believe that? Not to mention I got his light cone on 10 pulls with 0 pity… he wanted me fr fr. Aventurine story quest really kills me. He just want a peaceful life yet the fate say no n make him suffering more than he already suffered :( that man just need some hug fr.
Wc: 1,1k
“You’re a child blessed by Gaiathra Triclops and can lead the clan to happiness. So always remember to protect yourself and never resent the pain and poverty you’re going through… All right?”
Aventurine gasped as he opened his eyes. Beeping from the alarm beside his table can be heard. He pushed the alarm off as he blankly stared the ceiling above him. His sister’s words keep echoing in his head. He exhaled softly as he pushed his body from the bed.
As he started to get ready he start to imagine what and how his trip to penacony will be. Will his mission from the IPC will go smoothly or will he encounter enemies he can’t face?
Whatever the result is he surely does not excited to leave. He grabbed his phone as he walked out from his bedroom. Quickly searching for your name in his contact list and call your number.
One, two, and three rings you finally pick up his call.
“Hello! Good morning my love.” Your smooth voice made him smile softly as he opened the fridge.
“Good morning my lucky charm.” He can hear you giggle from the phone which only make his smile harder. Suddenly he feel the tattoo on his neck pulsed. Which make him grunt a bit. Making his lover stop talking.
“Are you okay my love?” you asked voice laced with worries. Aventurine let out a small hum to show that he’s okay when in reality his clutching his neck pretty hard.
“I don’t feel so good about this my love… are you sure you are okay and will go to penacony?” Aventurine can’t help but smile with how worried and how caring his lover to his well being.
“Don’t worry sunshine, I will be alright. You know I always be alright.” Aventurine can hear you sniffled. Aventurine cooed at the thought of you wiping your tears.
“I’ll go to your place now hm? Let’s have some time together before I left with Topas. I’ll see you in 10, love. I love you my lucky charm.” You let out a choke hum before bid him goodbye and hear a beep from your phone.
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10 minutes never feel so long in your life as you sit on the counter with your earbuds on trying to drown bad thoughts in your head. Your finger turning red as you keep picking the skin.
You blinked when you see a harm gloved fingers carefully pull your fingers apart. Suddenly the world is quiet.
Aventurine carefully cup your cheeks with his hands. Treating you like a glass he got from an auction with highest price. Carefully he wiped aways those tears that won’t stop streaming down. And end it with a soft kiss on each of your eyes.
“I’m here. And always be here no matter how far we are.” He said with a whisper. Your eyelids rapidly blink away the tears before you pull him to a hug. Inhaling his scent and absorbing his warmth.
“Be safe, Kakavasha.” Your tone wavering. Aventurine smile softly at the way you call him by his real name. A privilege that is reserve for you and you only.
“I will, precious.” His hands softly rub your back as you hug him harder.
“Let me drop you off at the office.” You spoke softly as you pull yourself a bit to see your lover face. Aventurine smile and nodded.
You both go to IPC office, hands entangled to one and another refusing to let go. The closer you are to the office the tighter your grip on his hand. And all he can do is just pulling you closer to his side.
“Well looks like someone is not willing to say their goodbye.” Topaz welcome both of you with Numby on her shoulder squeaking. You smile at her before Aventurine pull you a bit far away to talk.
“I will go now…” there’s a heavy atmosphere enveloping around both of you.
“I will wait here…” your voice crack as your vision blurry. Hands carefully play with one of his rings.
Aventurine lean in carefully. Cupping your cheeks as his forehead touch yours. His multi-coloured eyes stare at your glossy ones. Thumbs carefully wiping the fallen tears before he kissed you.
Slowly Aventurine pull away. You watch as one of your hand hold the other half set of earing that you have with Aventurine. Carefully playing with the crystal as your eyes watch Aventurine get into the car with Topaz and left.
Empty start to engulfing you as you walk home alone.
.
.
.
Anxious.
One feeling that have been haunted you for the past 3 days. The news spread like a wildfire about what happened with IPC especially Aventurine in Penacony.
If it’s not because how hard it was to be able to step a foot on Penacony and the responsibility you have at home you would go to Aventurine as soon as you can. But fate decided the other thing and all you can do is just wait.
Your eyes keep moving back to your phone as your fingers typing stuff at the laptop on your lap. The sky getting dark and yet there’s no ongoing news about what happened with your lover. Not even from Topaz herself.
Suddenly there’s a jingle of keychains. Your finger immediately stopped typing as you try to confirm yourself if you hear something. You can feel your chest beating.
The door creaked as it opened slowly. Showing a figure with clothing style that you so familiar with. In a hurry you put everything aside and you run to welcome him.
There he was. Your Aventurine. Looks so dishevelled. His skin looks paler than he already is. There’s no glint of light in his multi-coloured eyes. He looks like he’s about to collapsed anytime soon.
You open your arms. No words to be said as your eyes mirror his. Slowly he walked towards you before he let his body fall limp into your arms.
No sobs to be heard from him, but the way you can feel your shirt getting damp tell a story that don’t need to be untold. Carefully both of you fall to the floor. With Aventurine still in your arms and your arms carefully rub his back.
Suddenly you feel him circling his arms around you. Tight enough for you to unable to let go. You hug him equally tight. Sway your body from side to side. Aiding his inner turmoil. Telling him without words that you will be there.
“Welcome back, Kakavasha.” you said with the softest tone you can give. Sobs suddenly break out from him as you try to calm his trembling body by playing his hair.
Maybe, maybe this is what the emanator of nihility meant when she told him to go back. His soothing heaven is waiting for him after all.
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Congrats on the 5K! You deserve it! Also good luck with the florist job!
And so happy that request are open for 5K special! I hope that Im not too late-
I'd like to request a Alex Keller fic, I have this wholesome idea. Reader would be a librarian who is fascinated with military stuff, you know always reading those history book about wars or military forces! And Alex could have days off from his work and decided to spend those days in library reading some books? Reader gets to know that he is from military and instantly ask stuff!
Yes I was inspired by the fact you're working as a florist now. I just love these tropes!
Take care! 💗
—Bright-Eyed History Lesson
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╰┈➤ ❝ [A librarian with a fascination for war history and a soldier who loves how her eyes light up. Like a dog, he can't stop himself from coming back; smiling like a fool.] ❞
“I knew it,” you smile widely, looking smug. The blond ahead of you furrows his brow, releasing a gentle puff of laughter at the look on your face, grinning.
“And what do you mean by that?” Your book has been long placed down on the counter, expression lively and your shift finally brought to a point of enjoyment. It was a good day when Alex Keller showed up at the library, and it was even better when he went out of his way to talk to you and entice your little quirk. It had been an obsession since grade school, really, a need to inhale all knowledge about anything warlike.
“It means,” your voice echoes out over the quiet area, “that I have an impeccable ability to read people.”
Alex rolls his eyes, arms going to cross over his chest as his feet reset themselves. His blue eyes level you with a fake expression of exasperation. The light blush on his cheeks gives him away.
“You did not know that I was involved with the Forces just by how I looked,” he says slowly, shaking his head. “I have no doubt you’re smart, Sunshine, but that’s a stretch even by me.”
“Keller,” you raise a brow and smirk. “You’re like a walking enlistment form, c’mon. A literal picture boy.”
“Are you going to let me check out or is this going to be an hour-long back-and-forth?”
“Well I don’t know,” you tilt your head, eyelids crinkled. “Are you going to let me ask you questions?”
Alex raises a brow, itching at his mustache as he sighs through a chuckle. “Aren't you on the job, Ma’am?”
“My curiosity,” you hold out a palm for the book he wishes to check out, and he produces the item from one of his hands and lightly passes it to you with a soft expression, eyes melting as you chuckle. “Stops for no one.”
“Yeah, I’m seein’ that.” He takes back his book and you smile, skin going hot.
“Am I coming on too strong?” He blinks at you, putting his rented item under his arm and shaking his head firmly soon after.
“Hell, if all I have to do today is talk to a woman like yourself, I’d count it as time well spent.” Your confidence fizzles into shyness, eyes going wide at the hidden compliment in the smooth words. Alex smirks, lips twitching before his head tilts to the twin chairs in the corner of the entryway. “Sit with me?”
Your smile turns sheepish, and your heart skips a beat in your chest.
“Okay.”
Alex had been coming around for months, and you’d be lying if you didn’t say you’d become a bit infatuated with the handsome blond and his mustache; those tattoos that span up his arms in splashes of color. He was kind—respectful. He gave you a soft smile every time he walked through the front door, tilting his head your way in greeting as you waved from behind the counter. When he began checking out books on war history, stories from long past conflicts, you’d given tidbits of your own knowledge over in passing, not expecting much of it.
But, well, Alex had that air about him—the one that gave you a feeling he was either in for forces himself or had been previously.
You both sit in the soft chairs in the entryway, your eyes alight with interest that the man can’t help but stare at as your lips start dancing. Your questions make him happy because it makes you happy to ask them, and the sight of your shining grin is like a blanket on a cold day.
He wouldn’t have checked out all of those books if not to see you again, of course. He’s not some scholar—there are only so many hours in the day to read. He still has a stack in his room he needs to get through.
Alex laughs, easing out with a raised hand. “One at a time, Sweetheart.”
You itch at the side of your neck, shrugging as you take him in with a tease. “At least try to keep up, Alex.”
His body shifts as you say his name, the warm lights of the library around you and the air filled with the scents of cinnamon and old leaves. Blue eyes shine, blinking away with a laugh as he clears his throat to try and hide the plain happiness in it.
“Yeah, yeah, alright. I’ll try, but at least show me a bit of mercy over here, Doll.” You hum, leaning on the arm of the chair to be closer to him. Alex’s breath lightly hitches as you smirk.
“How long until you need to leave?” Your voice asks out, and he watches you as if you’re the only person to exist.
Bless his soul, he was absolutely lost to you.
Alex’s face goes a shade of red.
“I’m here as long as you need me,” he says and matches your level of mischievousness with a quirk of his brow. “You’ve heard about the cat that got killed by his curiosity, yeah? Well, I’d hate to have that happen to you, Ma’am. Seems I’ve got my work cut out.”
If it was possible, you think you just fell in love.
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Perfect Stranger
Hunter x f! Reader
18+ minors gtfo
Warnings: SMUTTY MCSMUTTERSON! unsafe consumption of alcohol, one night stand, morning sex, 69ing, oral (both receiving), overstimulation, fingering, doing the deed with strangers, not beta or proof read.
LMK if I missed any (✿◡‿◡)
Summary: Waking up next to stranger leads to a series of pleasurable events.
Authors note: Turns out Hunter is my comfort character and nothing gets me back into writing like the death of a loved one. Those were things I wish I didn't have to learn like this, but at least my pain can be your gain ❤
Also please like, reblog and maybe even comment if you enjoy this, it really means a lot to me 🥺👉👈
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The galaxy. Vast. Big. Dangerous.
But not at this moment. At this moment, you were safe and secure.
Which was odd, considering you were a single woman living alone, and yet there was an arm draped around your waist and a heart beating beneath your head.
The last rotation was a complete blur to you, only a few flashes of memories appearing before you, then disappearing just as quickly.
Slowly you opened your eyes and once the focus had set in, you were met with a sight to behold. Rock hard abs, as if they had been sculpted in marble just for you to see. And from them was this trail of short trimmed hair, urging your gaze to follow it lower. Only to be cut off by a pair of tights, holding on for dear life, low on the strangers’ hips.
That’s when you realized the shirt you were wearing must've been the strangers as well. It was matching in color and seemingly in texture too. It didn’t feel like anything had happened the night before, but maybe you had just been too drunk to realize. Though if that had been the case, you probably wouldn’t feel so safe in his arms. But you did.
Curiosity finally getting the best of you, you slowly - careful as to not wake the stranger - managed to turn your whole body around, so you were now facing him.
You were still for a moment, waiting to see if you had disturbed his slumber. But his low snoring and calm heartbeat continued, proving success in your quest.
His other hand was prepped behind his head, the shy morning sun barely peeking through the window, highlighting his features in an almost perfectly picturesque way.
His arms were muscular and led towards these broad, strong shoulders that looked like they were made to hold the weight of worlds on them. Just like his abs, his jaw looked like it had been hand sculpted and around it hung this beautiful, dark curly hair, held back by a bandana.
Weird, you thought, sleeping with a bandana on. Though it seemed like sleep had probably taken him by surprise.
The bandana had a skull painted on it and right underneath that skull, was half of the man's face tattooed.
Delicately, you let a finger trace the tattoo, starting from the bandana down. The tattoo avoided his eyebrow, but covered his eyelid which could not have been a pleasant feeling. It avoided his nose and a big part of his cheek, much like a skull in itself.
Your finger followed it all the way to where it met, at the edge of his lip in the shape of teeth. His lips curled into a smirk underneath your soft pad. He was awake.
This didn’t stop you though, as you continued your tracing towards the middle of his lips, which then perked up into a kiss.
You let your hand fall back down to rest on his chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
The man let out a huff, though his smirk persisted. “It was bound to happen,” he replied nonchalantly, his voice deep and raspy, sending a thrill straight towards your core.
The strangers’ eyelids were twitching, as if debating whether or not they should face the day or stay in the comfortable darkness.
“Did we…”
“No.” His answer was blunt, not even allowing you to finish the thought. “I’m not really into drunk people.” He then added with a devilish smirk.
“Then how come you’re here?” The words escaped your mouth before you had even thought them through.
His eyes opened just enough for him to see you, dark and caring. “Guess you really achieved your objective, huh. You went to the bar last night, put down a bunch of credits, claiming you wanted to forget. Never specified what though.” His hand began stroking your back, sensual in nature but with a hint of trying to map out your body with just his touch. “By the time it closed, you were a wreck. I helped you home, get clean and put you to bed. I was about to leave when you began whimpering and turning onto your back, so I decided to stay the night to make sure you’d make it through. Guess I fell asleep along the way, though.”
Heat rose in your body, fuzziness tickling your insides and forcing your lips into a smile. It was easy for him to lie to you, but his words rung truth within you. You meekly - yet sincerely - thanked him and silence fell over the two of you again.
His hand continued its disguised mapping of your body, while your finger began tracing the tattooed ribs on his chest.
Somehow the tracing turned into kissing, at first just one, but when there was no protest, several more. And when the tattoo ended, the kissing continued onto his abs, then hips and down the trail of hair, all the way to the band of the tights, which was now restraining a bulge.
The stranger wasn’t exactly innocent either, as you reached further down, so did his hand. From your back to your hips, down your thigh and up again, until it could grab a handful of ass.
You glanced back at him, wordlessly asking for permission to continue.
He responded by grabbing your hips and pulling you over him, so you had a knee on each side of his head.
As you freed his cock from its restraints, he pulled your panties to the side to get a better view. He mumbled something under his breath, you couldn’t hear what but it sounded like admiration.
You were also guilty in taking a moment to admire the sight before you. His cock stood tall, average in height though far from the same could be said about the girth. Your mouth began salivating, your walls clenching around nothing, which the stranger evidently noticed with a chuckle. The thought of having him inside you was almost enough to drive you crazy.
Like a starved person, you licked all the way from the base to the head, before engulfing your mouth around his cock.
The stranger hissed at the sensation, straining his hips not to thrust up into you. His approach was far less aggressive and more like he was studying your sex and seemingly relishing the scent of your arousal, though you could be mistaken.
After what felt like an eternity of him just staring at your most private parts, fingers every now and then ghosting over where you wanted the most contact, his tongue finally pressed onto your sensitive bud.
At first it was just small, careful licks. Then his lips closed around your clit and began to switch between licking and sucking. You moaned into his cock and he returned the favor, the sound vibrating through your body.
You couldn’t even close your hand fully around the base of his cock, though you did your best while pumping up into your mouth. You kept switching between licking, sucking and slurping on the now messy mixture of precum and spit.
Once confident enough, you let go of his base to fondle the balls instead. Relaxing your throat, you took in all of him, hollowed your cheeks and swallowed.
The strangers head back with a groan, abandoning your sex in the process. “Kriff, I - ah - won’t lassssth,” he muttered barely apprehensible. His hands grabbed onto your thighs for dear life.
You didn’t care that he had stopped on his end. The pleads, moanings and groans were more than enough to satisfy you. You continued, feeling his balls tightening in your hands with each little movement you made.
It didn’t take long before hot, creamy ribbons shot down your throat, as you swallowed around his cock. The stranger had probably thought that was the end of it, but you were feeling mischievous and continued sucking, overstimulating the poor guy.
His hands were now holding you in a bruising grip, his moans sporadic and desperate. But when he let out a weak “w-wait!” you stopped and glanced back at him.
In less than a second, your world was turned upside down - literally. You knew the man was strong - I mean, just look at him - but you had never imagined that he could so easily just grab you, pick you up and spin you around, so that now you were lying in his place and he was on top of you.
It had all happened so quickly, you barely realized it before he was taking off your panties completely.
“Oh, and by the way Y/N” He said with a smug look while patting the inside of your thigh. “The name you’re gonna be moaning is Hunter.”
That was a challenge and a promise.
His attack was relentless. If you had thought his careful exploring earlier was due to inexperience, you’d be sorely mistaken. He started with a couple of broad strokes of his tongue, from your entrance to your clit, before diving into you. His tongue was exploring your insides, slurping in all you gave him. Meanwhile he was expertly using his nose to tease your clit, building your orgasm in no time.
You were helpless in his hands. Your body squirmed under the sudden attack, but his grip was holding the most important part still. Your moans grew louder and more desperate, though you kept stopping yourself right before saying his name - you weren’t going to lose the challenge that easily.
Your fingers slid through his luxurious locks, gripping anything they could get a hold of in an attempt to ground yourself. It didn’t work.
Your back arched into the bed, as the coil in your stomach snapped and waves of pleasure washed over you. A string of incoherent words escaped your lips and if the stranger - Hunter - hadn’t held you in place, you would probably have ascended to the stars.
He ate up everything you gave and then some. Your whole body was shaking as it came down from the orgasm, but he wasn’t relenting. No, he wanted revenge from you overstimulating him, he wanted you to moan his name and he was going to get it.
Hunter moved the attention back to your clit, sucking and licking the now oversensitive bud. He prodded one finger inside you, quickly adding another when he realized there was space. They seemed to be searching your insides, until he found that hard to reach spot inside you.
“Hunter!” You gasped, back instantly arching into the bed once more. You felt the smirk on his lips, as his gaze raised to meet yours. It was hungry, mischievous and victorious.
While remaining eye contact, he added a third finger, filling and stretching you more than you thought possible. All the while, his tongue continued its expert work.
You held eye contact for as long as possible, but had to give up, as each thrust and stroke of his fingers coerced a second orgasm to come forth.
“Hu-Hunter,” You moaned, by now having completely given up all control of the situation. “I can’t.”
This seemed to finally stop the oral attack on your sex, though the fingers continued their hard work. “You can, Y/N. I know you can. Do it, for me, cum for me.” His voice was deep and raspy, encouraging yet commanding. How could you ever deny him his wish?
Hunter returned to his work on your clit, the small break from the stimulation and then having it instantly revived was what finally sent you over the edge.
His name was on your lips like a chant, your vision blurring as tears pricked your eyes, your walls squeezing around his fingers while the rest of you was spasming from the orgasm. His free hand was making sure you weren’t hurting yourself or him in the process, but had given up on keeping you in place. He had won and was now letting you ride out the high.
When you finally returned to this plane of existence, Hunter was sitting up, caressing your thigh and looking at you with such admiration. His hair was hanging loose around his face, making you realize you pulled off the bandana during the act. Half of his face and upper chest was glistening in your juices.
He was beautiful.
“Think you can handle one more round?” He asked, once you had managed to catch your breath again. His eyes quickly darted downwards before returning to you, urging you to follow their destination.
And right there was his weeping cock, standing at attention and ready for action.
You looked back up at him, quirking up an eyebrow as you challenged: “Do you?”
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What about Pedro smut with a tattooed reader and maybe a hint of body worship on both ends? No one can tell me he wouldn’t be the most giving partner. (I’m also on board for it to be Din x reader if you’re not comfy writing smut for Pedro) 💕
AN: This isn't as smutty as I was intending for it to be originally, but I'm in the middle of writing a uuuhhhhh really intense Joel smut fic so. I promise I will make up for the lack of filth in this. Still, I hope you like it!!
If he could, Pedro would live between your thighs; he’d spend every waking our between your legs, parting you with his tongue and feeling you squeeze yourself around his head, hand fisted in his hair. His hands grabbed your hips, holding you firmly down so he could continue his movements while you pulled the hair at the nap of his neck.
“Taste so good.” He moaned into your core, the vibrations traveling through your body. He had made you cum once already, but he was desperate to make you do it again. He rutted into the mattress while he sucked on your clit, delirious with lust over the taste of you. “Please baby, gimme another.”
You arched your back, and he wrapped his lips around your clit once again, nipping and sucking at the swollen bud until he heard you gasping, felt your hand tighten in his hair and attempt to pull him off once it became too much. He couldn’t help the way he lingered, though; how he buried his nose and mouth into you before he finally brought himself up to you at face level.
You were panting, your eyelids heavy as he began tracing a finger gently over the tattoo on your chest. He followed the curve of the linework over your breasts before switching gears and tracing a smaller one on your shoulder that fit into the sleeve you had been working on finishing for months now.
“Felt good.” You whispered, looking up at him.
“Tasted good.” He smiled and you let out a contented hum. He pushed himself up and crawled over you, kissing your neck.
“Always taste so good,” He licked a stripe up your throat, “my perfect girl…” You sighed and brought your hands up and around him, grabbing at his back before sliding them back around to his stomach, chest, and then back to his stomach. Maybe it was corny the way you and Pedro were so passionate about each other; there was no question that the two of you were downright obsessed with the other on an emotional and physical level. There was just something that felt so right about worshipping each other, spending time and energy validating one another.
“You always make me feel so good.” You smiled, and he put all his weight on top of you, kissing you behind your ear and using the tattoo behind your lobe as a target. “So pretty, Pedro.”
“Was thinking the same thing about you, baby.” You wrapped yourself around him, enjoying the pressure he was applying to you. “You need to get your sleeve finished. Need more shapes to trace over while you come down.”
“I’m going to. Eventually, I mean.”
“What if you just got my face tattooed really big on your elbow.”
“That would be so hot, I’m sure nobody would notice how fucked up the lines are as long as I told them it was meant to be Pedro Pascal.”
“Damn right.” He smiled wide, flipping you over so that you were lying on top of him; he squeezed you while you settled over him.
“You make me feel so pretty.” You mumbled into his neck.
“Then I’m doing my job right.”
“Do I make you feel pretty?” You pondered aloud.
“So pretty, querida,” He chuckled, “So pretty.”
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Prompt 18 - Pet
@jegulus-microfic February 18 Word count 848
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“I don’t know what you mean.” Regulus’s fingers moved towards his wand.
“Reg, you forget I was there when you were with James at Hogwarts. I’ve also seen what Remus’s fists can do. Those bruises were perfect. Admit it, you basically just had a week’s holiday with your honey bun while we planned a fight.” Evan hadn’t even batted an eyelid. He looked so calm. Regulus was shitting himself.
“So? What are you going to do about it?” Regulus’s emotionless mask was firmly in place, but he could hear his heart pounding in his ears.
“Nothing,” Evan shrugged. “You saved Barty. If you’re going behind the Dark Lords’s back to hang out with a bunch of know order members, you must have a good reason why.”
“I really was captured. Sirius appeared when we were taking the supply house and ambushed us. He tied me up and took out the others.” He felt the need to explain. Evan was his oldest friend, and he’d always had a way of getting Regulus to spill his guts. “That mad Auror, Moody, tortured me for a while but gave up when I didn’t talk.”
“So they used Potter against you?” Evan interrupted. Regulus nodded.
“Yeah, him and Sirius.” He paused, debating on telling him the rest. “Dumbledore came to see me.”
“Shit Reg.” Evan gaped.
“He told me either I help them or they’d send me to Azkaban.”
“So what are you doing for them then?” Evan questioned.
“Information. They want to know who’s saying what and any major plans that come up. Are you going to give me away?” He had to as. He couldn’t leave without knowing if he was safe or not.
“No, Reg. I won’t say anything.” Evan sighed and dragged a hand through his hair as he mulled something over. “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t actually care about what Voldemort and that lot believe. I only got this thing,” He held up his left arm, letting his sleeve fall to reveal the snake and skull tattoo that matched Regulus’s own. “Because my father forced me. If I’d had a choice in the matter, I’d probably have taken Barty and Pan and gone to France or something.” He shrugged, not bothered at sharing the information that would sign his death warrant if Voldemort heard him. Regulus gave him a sad smile.
“Same here.” Evan snorted.
“Wow, our parents are dicks.” They both burst into laughter. “Are you getting immunity out of it if that side wins?” Evan asked, looking like he really wanted to know the answer.
“Yeah, if I give them enough good information,” Regulus told him truthfully.
“Do you think they’d do the same for me and Barty if I help you?” Evan shuffled nervously.
“I can ask. If I ask James, he’ll do everything he can.” He couldn’t quite believe that Evan had felt the way he did. That was the curse of the mark. Everyone was too scared to say what they really felt in case it got back to Voldemort. Because he’d just have them disposed of, he had plenty of followers to replace those he had killed.
They walked back through to Evans's bedroom, closer than they had been before, a new bond firmly formed.
They were greeted upon their return by a grumpy Barty and a mass of silver-blonde hair.
Pandora, Evan’s twin sister, was sitting on the bed next to Barty, patting him on the head like a disgruntled pet.
“Evan, she’s doing it again,” Barty complained as he tried to evade Pandora’s hand.
“Oh, don’t be silly, Barty. You love it when I pet you.” Pandora said, smiling happily at him. “Here, have a chocolate frog.” She passed him the treat. Barty appeared somewhat appeased. At least he didn’t complain again.
“What do you want, Pan?” Evan asked. She stood from the bed and floated over to them, her feet bare.
“Father wants to speak with you. Hi Reg,” She added as she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. He could feel the oily residue left from her lipstick. There’d be a perfect lip mark on his face.
“Hello, Pandora. How are you?” He asked her politely. He tensed when she snuggled her head into his neck.
“Oh, you know, bored. You boys all get to go out and have fun, and I have to be the perfect Rosier princess and sit in my ivory tower.” She sighed dramatically.
“Oh, shut up, Pan, we all know you sneak you’re girlfriend in here all the time.” Evan teased his sister. Pandora winked at him and removed herself from Regulus’s neck.
“I’ll leave you alone. Goodbye, darling.” She waved at Barty and blew him a kiss before smiling wickedly at Evan as she left.
“I swear if she didn’t keep me in such a good supply of sweets, I’d find her very annoying.” Barty grumped as he licked melted chocolate from his fingers. “So, Reg.” He said, looking up at Regulus and sucking a final finger. “You a spy then or what?”
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𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞
✿𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Taehyung x Reader
✿ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: The one where Taehyung didn’t give you as much attention as he should.
✿ 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔: Angst, Short.
°•. ✿ .•°
Could he exist in a world never touched by you, Taehyung wondered. In the multiversed layers of this cursed existence, could he find one surgically clean of you? Could he delete the multitude of synesthesic reminders you scattered around every corner of his life?
But most importantly, would he want to? He wasn’t so sure anymore.
There was a half empty bottle of your perfume on top of his drawer, a single pink sock under his bed, a charger he found behind his couch. He called you one night, trying to lure you into talking to him under the pretense of giving it all back - as if he could! - but you didn’t pick up.
Was that how you felt? All those times he didn’t pick up when you called or didn’t answer your texts, too busy soaking up spotlights and drinking up applauses. Did his silence feel as suffocating as yours?
Taehyung can’t breathe. Is there such a thing as too much air? Too much space? He has too much of it all. He doesn’t want it. He wants your air, shared between the spaces of your pillow and his. He wants your space, the one he invaded when he threw his leg over yours, clinging to your body like a lifeline.
When did he let go of that? When did he forget his place? His place - not on the stage, not on the lumpy couch of some late night show host, not under hot lights, but right next to you, sinking his fingers into your hips and resting his lips on that one spot where your shoulders met your neck and his world met yours and all made sense again.
He doesn’t remember the last time he felt truly rested. He hears the sound of his worried bandmates fretting in the background of his mind but he doesn’t know how to help. When did you last eat? Two months ago, when you made him dinner and he didn’t show up in time to enjoy it with you, guilt gnawing at his insides as he heated up your delicious food in the microwave. When did you last shower? About a month ago, water falling on both of your bodies as he apologized for another flaked date night and he couldn’t tell if you were crying or not.
When did you last… About three weeks ago. All his memories stopped there, on the moment you walked out of the door. His brain rewinds those couple of minutes, forcing him to relive it, haunting him with all his mistakes, making him list all the things he should’ve done differently.
Taehyung reads through your old text messages religiously, your words a prayer. “Good morning! I love you!” he reads and tries to figure out what in the world he could’ve been doing that stopped him from texting you back.
A week later, another text: “I miss you”. He feels like screaming.
“Are you coming home tonight?”
“We should do something this weekend.”
“Let me know when you have some time to call :)”
And again “I miss you.”
You words chain him to his (our, he thinks, holding on to the possessive adjective like it meant something) bed. Maybe if he stayed there, where you last left him, you would come back and find him again, like a lost child at the mall. He should stay where he last saw you. He couldn’t risk it.
Instead of getting up, eating, sleeping or moving on he types into his phone, knowing his message won’t go through just like all the 187 he sent in the past three weeks. “I miss you” he echoes “and I don’t even have that right, I know. I miss you and if I had been just a bit smarter, just a little bit less of a selfish, blind asshole I wouldn’t have to miss you, because you would’ve been here.”
“Three weeks, four hours and five minutes since you left and I can now pinpoint all of the moments I let you down. I can name them alphabetically or by how badly they hurt to think about. Your disappointment is tattooed to the back of my eyelids. I deserve it. I hope it stays there.”
Taehyung types and types, eyes blurred and fingers trembling . He writes like an author desperate for a paycheck, a lyricist with bills to pay and albums to put out, odes and novels to all the wrong things he did. He screams his song of loneliness and regret into the silence of his (our!) bedroom.
“Please come back”
This number can't be found at this moment.
“Please come back”
This number can't be found at this moment.
“Please come back”
This number can't be found at this moment.
“Please come back”
And again, four weeks, three hours, two minutes, 28 showers, 112 meals and a million shallow inhales and exhales without you later:
“Please come back.”
11:23 pm. Delivered.
“I’m right where you left me.”
11:24 pm. Read.
And Taehyung feels like he can maybe - just maybe, hopefully, wistfully - breathe again.
°•. ✿ .•°
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Quick Work - Ghost Fic • Part I
A/N: a passage from the fic I’m writing about ghosty boy. Your call sign is Snake, trying to keep it gn! As much as possible but there are moments where snake is implied female. “Private” is just a forced sidekick character, basically giving Snake a little push every now and then - “what’s your name?” “that’s private.” and the name stuck.
I have a second part brewing if people are keen!!
Content Warnings: this thing is laden with military inaccuracies. swearing, combat violence - nothing too crazy, just Snake throwing punches and getting smacked around a little.
Word count: 1.7K
05:45
The alarm clock goes off on the nightstand, blaring only once before a hand swiftly smacks it to turn it off. You were already awake, unable to shake the feeling that you had the day before in induction as you continued your pushups on the floor beside your cot. You rise and fall; the only thing on your mind is the sentence that Ghost had muttered to you the day before during induction.
“I've got my eyes on you.”
The statement might as well be tattooed on your eyelids. You knew he had said that in an attempt to intimidate you, but you were not intimidated. You're the furthest thing from it. If only you could decipher the feeling you now have growing in your chest. You decided it was best to use this new adrenaline in your morning workout as you continue to push up and down. You lift your head up to look at the time.
05:50
"Fuck."
You scramble up from the floor and rush to put your uniform on. There was no chance in hell you would be late on your first day of training - especially not after the threat the Lieutenant gave the recruits the day before. You frantically tie your shoelaces and sprint out of your tent, rushing toward the centre of base camp, where some of the other recruits are already standing. You quickly rush to join the small line while glancing at your watch.
05:58
Close one.
You stand in line with the other recruits, looking over to find only ten of them, yourself and Private - a man you’d consider your close friend in the recruiting group - are included at the other end of the line. There were easily 20 men yesterday, you deduce that they got spooked by their new brooding Lieutenant and changed their mind about joining the task force. Just as you move to join him, you spot Ghost exiting the commanding officer's tent, quickly correcting yourself and standing at attention as the other men do. Ghost does not yet address the group as he glances at his watch.
05:59
06:00
Ghost looks up at the small group, unimpressed that half of the men have not yet turned up.
"Shame." He mutters in his usual gruff voice. The sound of hurried footsteps can be heard in the distance, and all Ghost does is raise his hand towards it.
"Think again!"
A new voice shouts from behind Ghost with a Scottish twang. "You're gone!" He shouts, annoyed that some can't follow a simple instruction. All that can be heard in the distance is a series of curses from a few latecomers as they turn around and walk away.
You look across to view this new person behind the Lieutenant. He's also a tall man, but no mask covers his face - the mohawk he sports doesn't seem to match the softness of his features.
"Soap, I got this." Ghost whispers to the man, who nods and silently steps back to survey the group.
That must be Seargent MacTavish, you think to yourself.
Ghost turns his head forward; his gruff voice is not as loud as the day before, as he addresses the ten remaining recruits. "Obviously, some of you couldn’t follow very clear instructions."
You can't help but swallow hard as you realise how serious this task force will be. Talk about a tight ship, you think.
Ghost surveys the remaining recruits, and when his eyes land on you, they linger for a few too many seconds before turning away.
"No matter. It seems like we've already weeded out the weak ones," he says with a soft chuckle under his balaclava. "I can assure you, your training will be nothing short of difficult. This is serious, and I expect you to treat it as such."
His hand points to a makeshift arena at the other side of base camp. "You'll start with combat training. Pair yourselves off and start sparring. I'll be watching closely. Move out."
Without hesitation, the recruits make their way to said arena. Private finally catches up with you as you walk.
"Surely we'll partner up," He cheerfully suggests. "I'll make sure to pull my punches."
You roll your eyes in response, not understanding why he's so keen to get training started. "Obviously."
Private smiles as you both make your way to the arena, sitting on the sandbags that circle the mat as you await your turn. You watch the others as they spar, considering each of their moves. They're very good; but sloppy.
"Man, that Lieutenant," Private mutters cheerfully. "He really is something, don't you think? I mean- he looks so brooding with the mask and everything... it's insane!"
You breathe a soft chuckle from your nose. "Careful, sounds like you're falling in love." you softly jest.
Private nudges you with his elbow as he teases you, "Oh, come on, Snake, you can talk. As if no one else saw how you trembled as we walked away yesterday... you're folding."
You scoff.
"I can assure you I do not tremble... or fold, for that matter."
"Sure you don't."
"Are you two done?"
You both snap your heads around to Sergeant MacTavish, who stares at you from across the arena. "You're up." He says shortly.
The pair of you nod in response and make your way to the centre of the mat. You raise your arms in defence as you steady yourself. Private does the same but tries to taunt you playfully.
"You're going down, little gi-"
Before Private can even finish his sentence, you have rocked back on your left leg and shoved your right leg forward, kicking him in the chest with a satisfying thud. He stumbles back, a little winded from the blow, but makes a jab at you. You go back and forth for a few minutes, jabbing and kicking at each other, but it's clear that you have the upper hand. You land a few good blows on him, blocking every jab he makes. As soon as you have him disoriented enough, you spin back on your heel and jump, landing a roundhouse kick to the side of his head. Private drops to the ground in defeat.
"What happened to pulling punches?" he groans as he holds the side of his head, his ear ringing from the kick.
You smirk as you shrug. "I did."
Applause can be heard from the sideline as you look over. Soap has started applauding and whispers to Ghost: "She made quick work of 'im, aye?"
Ghost only nods, his eyes fixated on you as you help Private up from the ground. Ghost still thinks there's something about you, and he can't put his finger on it.
"My turn."
You raise an eyebrow at the statement that Ghost has just made, your heart racing again. All you can do is nod at him, confirming that you'll spar with him.
Ghost rises from his seat, unbuckling his vest as he does so. As he slides it off, you can see his full, broad figure, even though he still wears a long sleeve, black shirt over the top of it. He stands before you in the centre of the ring, lifting up his sleeves to reveal his heavily tattooed, muscled arm as he prepares them, the veins seemingly rippling up his arms as he clenches his fists. You can only think of one thing as you stare up at him:
I'm dead meat.
"Don't worry," he whispers softly in a surprisingly gentle voice accompanied by a wink behind his mask. "I'll go easy on ya."
His gentle whisper alarms you, your heart beating faster by the second. You can't make sense of anything. You turn back to look at Private for reassurance, but he only laughs in disbelief. While you're distracted, Ghost jabs at your chest, causing you to stumble back in a daze. Private only continues to laugh as he jests, "You're totally folding! He's making you his bitch!"
You hear this comment, and while normally you would roll her eyes at it, your mind is filled with rage. You whip around to take a jab at Ghost, who blocks it flawlessly. You'll need to act fast if you want to best him in this match. You duck and weave as you both go back and forth around the ring.
I do not fold.
You land a blow to Ghost's chest, who barely flinches. You continue to duck his punches as you line up a kick to his chest.
I do not tremble.
Ghost blocks the kick, causing you to stumble a little. You get a few more jabs in as you clench your fist, winding it back for a final blow.
I am no man's bitch.
*CRACK*
You land an uppercut square in Ghost's jaw, causing his skull mask to fly off his face as he stumbles back. It lands with a clatter a few feet away from the pair of you, and you both look over at it, then at each other.
Your heart skips a beat as you look up at Ghost. His skull is gone, and the only thing covering his face is his balaclava. Although most of his face is still covered, you get a good look at his eyes. They've widened with shock as his chest rises and falls, staring back at you.
Whatever he felt before about you, he knew it was the right feeling.
You quickly lower your gaze, not wanting to stare at his eyes any longer, lest you get disciplined by him. You hurriedly pick up the mask and hand it back to him, your gaze still on the ground.
"I'm sorry, sir." You say quickly, not wanting to face his wrath.
Ghost slowly takes the mask from you, "Thank you, " he says softly. He's not angry at you in the slightest - if anything, he's extremely impressed, not only at your combat but your integrity too. He fixes the skull to his face and turns to face the other recruits, whose jaws hang open in shock.
"Playtime's over. Move out."
Everyone scatters at his command. You turn to follow them but feel a hard grip on your arm and turn back. Ghost has a vice-like grip on you as he pulls you in close. Your heart races faster and faster as you look up at him with wide eyes. After a few seconds of staring, Ghost leans down to whisper in your ear softly.
"1900 hours. Be here."
He finally lets go as you slowly pull away, unsure of what he means. You nod once in confirmation, then turn on your heel to join the others. Ghost watches you as you leave, a strange feeling building in his chest.
You make your way towards the others, and Private comes up to you to commend you for what you just did. Before he can even respond, you smack him upside his head hard for the comments he made earlier.
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TW : het moid ick + lesbophobia + vent
...I was pleasantly surprised that some dude I worked with during a travel messaged me on FB years later because we had a weird rivalry but also productive relationship back then and truth to be told, he was one of these ppl you need to meet at some point of your life to grow.
...then it took him about 4 messages to hit on me and tell me I'll find the right guy and he found me pretty back then right after I told him I found out ✨female homosexuality✨ since then. Ah, and don't forget saying he'd rent a Airbnb and invite me so we can drink alcohol and he can put some sounds (this way neighbohood won't hear my cry for help if the rape drug doesn't fully knock me out, IG)
Ffs, I just wanted a normal human to human conversation. No sausage party. Just "oh yeah, let's get a beer and talk like bros one of these days". Beside, I thought he saw me as a bro and (given how much we fought) as about the polar opposite of a housewife material. In itself, I thought that was deterrent enough since he's Roma and aiming for everything I am not exactly unless he means to leave his community, to whoch he was still very attached back then. But then again, scrotes would smash anything with a vag, human, animal, adult, minor, beautiful, ugly as fuck, trans identified or not.
Why do I even bother to hope moids have any sort of deeper feelings or are capable of normal relationships with women? I really hope I'll stop being naive and believe the best of people at some point, and that my misandry will catch up with the way I so quickly feel admiration for some people. Men aren't people. I should remember that. Probably tattoo it behind my eyelids. What a gross and bitter reminder. Barf.
#Tañ ha Gerioù#genuinely wtf do I even bother. I hate it. Being the center of male interest is so fucking gross and icky. legit makes me sick#Misandry#tw moid#male entitlement#male ego#male moment#tw vent#tw negativity
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Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 21: Mama Cheshire Cat Visit.
It was night time now at the Shack, the crickets were making a lot of sounds in the dark night. “It’s unbelievable, Hannah,” said Nora. She had a face mask on her face, same with her sister.
“Dr. Teeth’s mom derailed the whole album” she added.
“That lady’s done a number on her kid” said the black haired female.
“Sounds familiar” replied Hannah. Label Lady scoffs.
“Come on,” she replied.
“Look, I may have major issues with mom, but you can’t compare her to Tina Teeth,” Nora added.
“All I’m saying is that you’ve been there,” replied her sister. “If anyone can help out Teeth, it’s you” she added with a soft smile. Janice enters the room.
“Okay” said the blonde female as she walked over to the sisters. She sighs as she sat down between them, she also had Lips’ phone in her hand.
“My compost-enriched goat cheese mask has finally curdled to my face,” said Janice.
“Hope I didn’t miss girl talk” she added.
“Nope,” replied Nora. “Just an unsolicited therapy session with Hannah” she added.
“Ooh, speaking of therapy, tomorrow’s gonna be, like, a major doozy of a day with Dr. Teeth’s next phase.” replied Janice.
“Romantic impulsivity,” she added. Hannah’s eyes grow wide. “Oh! I forgot to do something” said the blonde female as she open Lips’ phone and went through his contact.
“What are you doing?” asked Hannah.
“Calling Teeth’s siblings” replied the blonde female as she stopped at a name. “Luna Chirp” it said. “She clicked on it and it went into facetime. It rings.
“Janice, should me and Hannah leave so you can take the call?” asked Nora.
“No, it is actually a good thing to talk to them before they come,” she replied with a smile. The call got picked up.
“Hello?” asked the female on the other side. Luna was wearing a black robe with her long dark brown hair down which was very curly. She had a pink nose like their mother. Her blue eyelids look so beautiful. Her voice had a thick New Orleans accent.
“Like hi!” replied Janice with a smile.
“Oh! Hello Janice, how have you been?” replied Luna with a smile.
“I have been, like, good” replied the blonde female.
“So, why are you calling me?” the dark brown haired female.
“Your parents are in town for Cavity Con since they won the award” said Nora with a small wave.
“Oh dear, my brother's phases have started, haven’t they?” asked Luna Chirp.
“Yep” replied Janice.
“Who are the two behind you?” asked Luna.
“Hi, I’m Nora and this is my sister, Hannah” replied the black haired female.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Luna.” replied the dark brown female.
“Alway, I will come to the con. It won’t take long to get there.” she added.
“Okay, like, bye. See you then” replied Janice before ending the call when Luna waves goodbye.
Janice checks on the name “Liam” and the phone rings.
“Hello?” asked Liam as he hold his pet, gila monster.
“Hi, Liam,” replied the blonde female.
“Hi, Janice” replied the dark brown haired male. He looks like a clone of their father. His eyelids were black and he had some vines with hearts tattooed on his neck. Liam also had some chin hair.
“Liam, your parents are here in town and going to Cavity Con. They won an award and they want you and your siblings to go” replied the blonde female.
“Oh, okay. Well, I will see you then. I have to feed my reptiles.” replied Liam before ending the call.
“That was short,” said Hannah.
“He is so shy and mostly keeps to himself” replied Janice before calling Flora. She picked up the phone.
“Hi Janice!” said Flora with a huge smile on her face. She was wearing a pop star outfit. The outfit was purple with some green neon stars. Her hair was long and fluffy. The top and bottom of her hair is dark brown. The middle is a ginger color like Teeth’s hair. “What’s up?” she asked.
“Like your parents are in town and are going to Cavity Con because they won an award. They want you and your siblings to come.” replied Jancie.
“Nice! I will called Xavier for you since he most likely has you block” replied Flora beforeing ending the call.
“Done” said the blonde female.
“Who is Xavier?” asked Hannah.
“Xavier is Teeth’s little brother. He hates us, especially Teeth” she replied.
“Him and the doc always fight if they just see a second of each other.” the blonde female added as she shook her head.
“Kinda like me and Hannah,” replied Nora.
“Yes but no matter how I try to help them. It just gets worse” replied Jancie. Hannah thinks about what the blonde female said. She noticed how the good doctor and his little brother was no different than her and her sister.
There was some silence before a scream came from outside. It sounded like it was Floyd. Everyone quickly ran outside of the Shack, to the backyard.
Everyone looked on in horror as they saw Floyd using one of the chairs as a shield. A 3.1 meter tall werecheshirecat trying to bite his head off.
The feline was female. Lime green fur with orange stripes. A curl of fur was on the head. The gold eyes look into Floyd’s dark pits of eyes. She had a huge scar on her right arm, right on her inner part of her elbow. A scar on her ankle.
Moog noticed the earrings on the feline’s ears. It was the same earrings that Teeth’s mother was wearing. It was her. “Hey guys, noticed the earrings?” he asked everyone.
“There are the same earrings that Dr. Teeth’s mother was wearing earlier!” replied Label Lady.
“Mama!” shouted Teeth who came out from the small tree line. He was in his werecheshiresmilodon form. His mother stops and looks over to her son.
“Junior” said Tina with a bit of a hiss. “I thought you were with your father?” she asked.
“He is coming,” replied the doc. Loud footsteps filled the air, the ground also shook a bit. Soon, a 17 ft tall weresmildon walk out.
Brown spots cover his lime green fur body. The scar on his neck was huge and went to his back. Gerald had huge claw marks over his check and back. He was a foot taller than Dr. Teeth.
The smilodon lay down on the ground with a snort. His large saber-like fangs touch the grass with ease. Tina rolled her eyes before turning to the group.
“Sorry, you had to see this,” said the Cheshire cat. Janice was helping Floyd up.
Floyd Pepper was breathing heavily. That moment had brought back something dark that happened to him. The cause of his scar.
#the muppets#dr teeth and the electric mayhem#dr teeth#weremayhemau#lips muppet#muppet mayhem#zoot muppet#floyd pepper#animal muppet#janice muppets#hannah muppet mayhem#moog muppet mayhem#nora singh#tina teeth#gerald teeth#The Teeth Siblings
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I woke up this morning and just knew how well I slept, but sleep clung to me for hours after waking, it still hovers behind my eyelids, like some distant and forgotten promise. I’m not tired but my eyes are a little heavy. My upper body, and shoulders in particular, have that warm ache that you only get after a long, hard workout. I chase this ache and if I don’t feel it the day after a workout I know I failed myself the day before. I’ve been so fucking angry lately, friends. Just seething. Frustrated. Angry. Bitter. Resentful. Bludgeoned by injustice. I need to start meditating or something. I need to find some sort of inner peace and accept things. It’s difficult though. Some days I feel the only thing that’ll help me and soothe the turmoil in my soul is revenge. Vengeance. It’s a paradox though, a cruel double-edged sword that takes its toll both on the seeker and the object of revenge. It isn’t a healthy mindset and I’ve been trying to stifle it but it’s difficult. How would you deal with something precious that was taken from you? Something, the only thing, you’ve ever truly cared about in this world? Wrested from your hands as you slept and shared a bed. Would you just “let it go”? Or would you do something about it? I don’t know if I’ve got it in me to just forgive and forget. I think that concept exists above me and I’m in the muck and mud, tangled in the weeds, choking on the filth of it all. I’ve severed my connections to this in almost every way, I’ve snuffed out my emotions regarding the situation, however, the the injustice, the betrayal, the attack on me as a person, the affront to my ego, that hasn’t been something I’ve been able to dismiss. I’m trying though. I really am. The ego is the hardest thing to pacify or satisfy because its connection to our identity is undeniable, the two are linked with steel and stone. It’s tattooed on the back of my neck, I shall try to rise above my ego, exist above it.
It’s warm and sunny today with a few scattered dregs of cloud. Today I’ll lift my weights, push my body, and box until my muscles are on fire, and then I’ll walk a few miles to cool down. I might walk down to the tattoo studio and throw some ideas at my artist. One of these days I’m going to get my neck/head/face done and I won't look back. My grandmother, whom I respect more than anyone else in this world, doesn’t like them and I’d feel somewhat guilty if I got one. I’ve told her I can live without getting my face tattooed but she needs to be prepared for me to get my neck done. I’m not going to try and convince her that it’s okay and that it won’t make me a scumbag as I’m a grown man and don't need to justify myself to anyone, however, I can’t just cease my respect for the woman, and so I hold off on it. Perhaps one day she’ll just say she understands and that’ll be the day I finally go and get it done. Until then though, I’ll hold off, with both love and respect. I’ve got other plans until then though, that is one beast I am able to placate.
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GHOST X ALIEN CAPTIVE
My cold sweat plasters me to the concrete floor I'm chained to. It's been a few days since he came down to see me last. I know what he intends with me. They do this with all of us, any women they can get their hands on.
"Sabine?" A deep, accented voice speaks out from the darkness. I quickly shuffle backwards, making the chains clink together and ring like bells. My mother used to gift me a new, pretty set each wintertime to hang on the branches. It hits me then, sometime after the thought, as fleeting as it was, that I can no longer remember my mothers face. The collar on my neck holds a bell as well.
He enters into the basement, his figure illuminated by the rays of sun beating down from the skylight. Every time I see him I'm struck with how unnervingly masculine he is. The primal part in me wants to curl up in his lap like an obedient pet and purr. He's clothed how he always is. Army pants encasing strong thighs, an army shirt highlighting his powerful body and toned chest. Tattooed and muscular arms crossed across his chest. And of course, his beautifully veined hands that equal three of my own. Black combat boots. That damned skull mask that only reveals that mysterious, frustrating gaze of his.
I narrow my eyes at him. "What do you want?" I ask, heat in my voice as well as my cheeks. The sentence drops to the floor like an invitation for him. His eyelids flutter, and I only wish I could see the rest of his expression beneath the mask. He takes another step towards where I'm backed up against the wall, and that's when I realize he's got something in his hand. My breath quickens when I realize exactly what it is- a needle full of fluid. The kind they give to captives to make them willing, to make me like puddy in his hands. I begin to shake my head frantically and attempt to shield myself with the blankets he provided me.
He frowns, but continues to stalk towards me until he's crouched in front of my shaking figure. He's so large, his back and shoulders block out the light, his thick thighs cage me in and he presses one palm against the wall beside me. The other holds the menacing needle, gently in contrast to the roughness of his palm against the smooth vial of clear liquid. Wide-eyed, I look up at him and snarl, "If you do this I will hate you till the end of time."
I don't miss the way he rolls his eyes beneath the mask. "Take it easy for me, will you?" He whispers. I shudder and go to clock him with a right hook, but before the punch can land he catches my wrist in his hand and then grabs the other. I go to kick him with my legs but before I can even blink he's flipped me around and pinned my back against his chest, gripping my hands in his own to stop me from hitting him. I thank god for the length of the chain, or else the movement would be putting a lot of strain on my ankle right now. He holds me tight to him, I struggle to break free but his strength trumps my own. The whole time his grip never loosens on the needle.
"Stop fighting me, doll, you'll never win." I yell and try with all my might to push back against him, but he only growls and pushes me forwards until my chest and stomach are squished against the concrete floor and both of my wrists are crossed and held behind me in one of his hands. I find myself wondering where he's put the needle. I gasp when I feel him spread my legs apart with a large thigh and make himself comfortable. I whimper in defeat, completely at his mercy. I squirm when I feel him push my thin white nightgown up past my hips to pool at my waist, my bare bottom and sex now fully exposed to him. I feel him go still as a statue behind me.
I can't help the blush that rises to my cheeks, and the shame that unfurls in my chest. He'll be able to see it. He'll know now. He chuckles and I cringe, the cats out of the bag. "What part of that made you wet, Sabine?" I jolt against him and my face burns red against the freezing floor, and I turn my face to the side to get a better look at him behind me. He's staring down at me intently. He pauses with his hand in the air and then slowly reaches down and hold my whole pussy in the warmth of his calloused palm. I can't help but twitch against his long fingers, which I'm now dripping onto. The shame of my reaction swirls with the pleasure of his possessive touch to cloud my brain in a confusing haze. I've tried to fight it my whole life, but Sabine women aren't made like other women, that's why the men of these other worlds hunt us down as they do. We're not quite human, not quite gods. Something strange and undefinable in-between the two. The fertility goddess put us on this earth to ensure her power held steady, that we bred as much as possible and with as many men as possible. And this, he must know.
"Please, please touch me, I need you to play with me." The words exit my mouth in the intoxicating heat of the moment before I can even process what I'm asking for.
In response he presses his body closer against mine, deliciously warm palm still holding my pussy but not applying the pressure I need. I can't help but buck my hips and whine into the cold floor. He scoffs in disbelief. "I didn't believe what they said about Sabine women at first. But seeing you like this, chained up on a dirty floor and acting like a whore, still begging for it-" I flinch at the truth of his words. "Makes me think maybe they were right, Sabine women were just put on this earth to be fucked and pounded and used up like the little fuck toy you were born to be, weren't ya?"
I nod my head frantically, anything to get him to touch me like I need him to. His hold on my pussy tightens and I feel his rough fingers circle my soft clit. "Fuckin hell, you're wet." I arch my back and huff out a breath, core muscles tightening as he continues to play with my clit and hold me down. I know it's disgusting, letting the man who captured me toy with my body on a dirty floor. I wish I could find it in myself to tell him to stop, but the truth is this is exactly what I want. I bite my lip and push my pussy against his hand, begging for more friction as that familiar heat inside me coils and builds beneath my clammy skin.
"Aw, look at this. You think I'm gonna let you come?" As quickly as it started, it was over. He loosens his hold on me with a startling quickness and I'm back to being alone on the ground. The loss of skin contact lends my head to vertigo, and I shake myself to disperse the clouds that have fogged my mind. I hastily gather myself back up on the floor into a sitting position and yank my dress down, hiding myself from him. He readjusts himself in his pants area and I notice now that he capped and secured the needle in one of the pockets of his uniform. His slight of hand is quite impressive. I blink away the last remaining wisps of lust in me and meet his assessing gaze. Black eyes fringed with even blacker lashes, I feel the sudden urge to rip off his mask and explore the rest of his face. Finally he speaks.
"I thought I'd have to give you the compliance shot in the bum just then, but it's obvious it doesn't take much to get you to give it up, does it love?" My mouth gapes wide open and even despite the mask I can see in his eyes that he's smirking down at me. He basically just called me a slut! Outside of my mind-boggling arousal, it doesn't make me wet. It just makes me feel ashamed. I don't say anything though, to deny it would be to make myself look like even more of a fool. I turn my head away from him and he scoffs.
"Don't get shy now, I'll be back to check on you in a few more days. That's when the fun really starts." Before I can say anything he's slammed the cellar door shut and locked it again. A certain chill invades the room now that he's gone. That night as I fall asleep I swear to myself I hate him. But I wonder, if he knew I would let him do anything he wanted with me, even without the use of the shot, why didn't he fulfill his duties just then and mate me when he had the chance?
#alien#heat#ghost#simon ghost riley#fanfic#call of duty#modern warfare ii#smut#new writers on tumblr#new writer boost
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Inspired by [source]
Playroom!verse, TyRo
Explicit
A heat wave has hit Los Angeles, so Tyler and Roman lounge around shirtless as often as possible even in the air-conditioned house. Even the bodyguards and staff have been given permission to swap out their suits for polo tees, and a second fridge installed in the staff's pantry to hold beverages.
Even so, Tyler can't help going a little cross-eyed with lust every time Roman settles down at the couch with his laptop or folders. It's not the lack of shirt, not entirely; it's the combination of intricate tattoos, hair bun, and glasses, along with Roman's utter ignorance of his hotness. Tyler takes a few photos and saves them to his own private, encrypted folder.
Part of Tyler wants to jump Roman's bones every time he sees his boyfriend looking all serious and focused, but he also knows that Roman is planning the security for three major events and is a little frazzled. Roman is so absorbed in his work that they've not had sex for two weeks, which is driving Tyler a little insane. It will be another weekend before Tyler gets to have his boyfriend to himself. He makes do with ogling Roman and jerking off in the shower.
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"If you're feeling pent up," Roman tells him when Tyler complains about the lack of sex one morning, "why not go to Joe or Finn?"
"They're not you," Tyler points out with a pout.
Roman does seem quite apologetic about it and gives his boyfriend a blowjob before he leaves for the venue for some team meeting.
(Tyler does go to Finn, who thinks it's hilarious to make Tyler even hornier by fingering him and not letting him come, no matter how Tyler begs him. Joe is nicer, and fucks him hard and rough against a wall, but it doesn't erase the need to have sex with Roman.)
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The morning after Roman's third event, Tyler is awakened by Roman's large hand fondling his chest. The groping stirs an urge, warm and needy between his legs. "Mm?"
"Morning babe," Roman murmurs. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," says Tyler with a sleepy smile, and moans as Roman's hand slides downward to stroke his half-hard cock to fullness. It's a good thing we both sleep naked, Tyler thinks. Pliant and relaxed, he lets Roman roll him onto his back.
Roman straddles Tyler and kisses him, his long dark hair smelling deliciously of coconut. Tyler tangles his fingers into his boyfriend's tresses and tugs lightly, sighing with pleasure when Roman gently pins his wrists to the bed.
"Hold them there," Roman says. He doesn't threaten to punish, but Tyler doesn't need that to obey.
As Tyler holds his wrists over his head, he watches Roman tie his hair up behind his head in a bun and then reach for his glasses on his own pillow.
A grin spreads over Tyler's face. "Babe, really?"
"I'd have to be blind not to notice your drooling whenever you saw me like this," says Roman. He shifts and grabs a condom and their bottle of lube from the nightstand. "And I... I have a mighty need." He bends to kiss Tyler again, deep and filthy, and whispers, "I need your cock in my ass."
"Fuck yes." Tyler breathes out and shudders as Roman unrolls the condom on him, then when his boyfriend slicks him up with more lube. His eyelids flutter shut as Roman takes hold of him and slowly sinks onto his erection with a guttural moan. "Oh fuck, yes."
Roman is silent as always, his big hands - one slick with lube, the other still dry, sliding up Tyler's chest. Then he smiles and says, "Alright, babe. You can move your hands now. Can I start?"
Tyler grips Roman's thick waist with his left hand and his right closes around Roman's thick cock. "Let's fucking go."
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promises - an akusai one shot
Title: Promises
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: AkuSai
Rating: Explicit (NSFW - Explicit Sexual Content)
Word Count: 1,400
Prompt: putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up
Summary: It’s Axel’s last night in the Castle That Never Was before he was set to go on a long mission to Castle Oblivion, and there was only one way he was going to be spending it - with Saïx.
A/N: Happy Akusai Day! :) Here’s my last offering for this ‘month’ long thing I decided to do, in memory of the old Akusai months that were done. Please enjoy!
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“I’m not sure what we’re doing is right.”
Axel turned over, resting on his side, the sheet that had been covering him now slowly slipping down further to reveal the lower half of his body. He put his hand under his head, lifting it up to look at the person who’d just spoken. “What do you mean, Isa? Aren’t we doing what you said we should be doing?”
“Yes, but I think it’s wrong.” Saïx turned over onto his side to face him, the prominent scar on his face an eyesore that Axel wished he could take away, but realized that it was as much a part of him now as his own tattoos were. “We’re playing a game that we have no strategy on how to win.”
He reached over and brushed some of the long azure hair that had fallen over his shoulder to be behind Saïx’ ear. “You’re thinking too much. What we’re doing is right. It’s the long game. He has no idea what we’re capable of.”
“You say that, but how do you know for sure?” Saïx’ eyelids fell closed as Axel began to stroke his cheek with his thumb, a gentle movement that he knew his lover liked to feel.
“I don’t, but I have to have hope. We came here with a purpose, and now I’m going to be in a position to create some real difference.” Axel brought his thumb to Saïx’ lips and traced the outline of them before resting it against his bottom lip.
Saïx kissed the pad of his thumb, drawing a soft sigh from his own lips. “I wish you weren’t going. We don’t know what kind of traps there will be in Castle Oblivion. You could wind up dead.”
“Don’t you have more faith in me?” He pulled his hand away from Saïx’ face and turned back to lay on his back. Looking up at the ceiling, his stomach felt like it had an empty pit in it, as he knew there was some truth to Saïx’ comment. “If I die, then it’ll be doing what I feel is best to get what we want out of the Organization.”
“Lea.”
Not bothering to look at Saïx, he kept his eyes on the ceiling. “I mean it, Isa. I’m tired of Xemnas, and how he thinks certain things need to be done. It doesn’t help that those two keyblade users are basically carbon copies of the one we’re really after. And as far as I know, he’s still on track to make it to Castle Oblivion by tomorrow evening. At least, that’s what Marluxia has said.”
“I don’t like it.” Axel turned to look at Saïx, who had decided that his shoulder was the best place to rest his head, his arm now draped comfortably over Axel’s stomach. “I hate that we’re not going to be able to communicate while you’re there.”
“Are you telling me that that’s your way of saying you’re going to miss me?” He smirked, happy to hear that there was some part of Saïx that seemed to be sad. Touching into his past human emotions was something that Saïx rarely did - maybe he allowed them to show when they were making love, but other than that, he was as stoic as he always presented himself to be.
A hand covered his mouth, Saïx now looking down at him, his head hovering above his own. “Shut up, Lea. You know how I feel about you.”
He wanted to ask him to tell him again, but the warmth of Saïx’ palm disappeared from his mouth, only to be replaced by his lips. Axel sank into the kiss, reaching down to pull Saïx to lay on top of him. Their kisses were becoming more and more intense, his tongue rolling back and forth inside of Saïx’ mouth, stroking his tongue with his own. Every little groan that he got Saïx to emit made him sexually aroused, and ready to play some more with him.
Saïx took the hint, and angled his hips downwards, finding the tip of Axel’s cock. He moaned low as Saïx sank down onto him, his hands finding purchase on Saïx’ hips, holding him in a loose hold. He loved when Saïx rode him like this - getting to see his beautiful form as he bounced up and down on his cock, satisfying his own sexual need in a way that only Axel could deliver - that’s what counted most to him. And it’s what he was going to miss the most when he was stuck at Castle Oblivion for who knew how long.
Sliding his hands down to Saïx’ ass, he spread his cheeks so that he could drill more of his cock into Saïx’ body. The guttural howl that left his mouth had Axel reaching up to pull Saïx down towards him, needing to silence those moans with a passionate kiss. He pushed his finger up against Saïx’ entrance, pushing against his own cock, and then slowly pushed it inside of Saïx’ body, knowing that it was going to push him right over the edge.
“L-Lea!” Saïx moaned against his neck, now sounding more heated than he had before as he pushed his finger in and out, moving opposite to how his cock was sliding in and out of him. “Lea, please!”
He knew that they were both close, and knew just how to get Saïx to crest over the edge. He added one more finger, and then he felt a dampness appear on his stomach as Saïx rutted against him, moaning loud and long as he brought him to an orgasm. Axel bounced his hips hard, keeping his fingers lodged inside of him, and then with a deep moan of his own, he spilled his hot seed inside of Saïx’ body.
He brought his face to Saïx’, kissing him all over before kissing his lips, the two of them struggling to breathe after that intense orgasm they’d shared together. He grunted softly as Saïx slipped off of him, his cock now laying limp under the sheet as he watched him pick up the towel they’d used for their previous session, and stared at him as he cleaned himself up.
Holding his arms open, he waited for Saïx to come back to the bed, and soon was cuddling him close to his body. “I promise to come back, Isa. I know we’re going to be miserable without each other, but when I come back, you’d better believe that what we’ve done tonight? It’s only a taste of what I’m capable of.”
“I know, Lea.” Saïx tucked his head into the crook of his shoulder, his warm breath sending a slight shiver down his spine. “You’d better. Because I’m going to be very lonely without you around.”
“You’d better not find someone else to help you out.” Axel knew it was an empty threat, but there was still a part of him that worried that another member of their Organization would sink their teeth where they don’t belong.
“I won’t.” A soft kiss touched his neck, causing him to hold Saïx a little closer. “What time do you have to go to the Castle?”
“I was told when I wake up.”
“And if you don’t go to sleep?”
That caused another smirk to appear on his lips. “Why, Isa - are you suggesting we stay up all night and have some sex?”
“I believe that is exactly what I’m suggesting, Lea.”
He rolled over and pinned Saïx underneath him, smiling as he looked into his lover’s amber eyes. “Then I guess that’s what we’ll do. I don’t need sleep. And I’m pretty sure you don’t either.”
“I do not.”
“Then, let’s have some more fun.”
They had lots and lots of more fun. They wound up falling asleep for a couple of hours, and then went right back to it before Axel had to get ready to leave for his mission. It was a difficult goodbye, but as Axel left his room, with Saïx still naked in his bed, he knew that he would be back before long. And he planned on showing Saïx how much he missed him - it was something to look forward to, and would keep him as sane as he could be with the members of the Organization that were going on this mission with him.
#akusai#isalea#my writing#fanfic#akusaimonth 2k22#i actually have five more fics but eh#i got really busy and forgot to post them oh well :c#hope it's been a good akusai month for everyone :)
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BRUNO & THE STRANGER
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The knock at the door was Louisa. She looked like she had something on her mind.
"Louisa! I've hardly seen you since the construction began. Do you want to sit down and chat?"
"Actually, I was wondering..." did all the Madrigals look this adorable when they were nervous?
"Go on, you can tell me," Catalina assured her.
"Well, some people from the village are throwing a party for the new people, to get to know each other and there will be people my age there and..."
"And...?" 'Lina could tell where this was going but was savoring the tender moment.
"Well, Isa always looks pretty, even when she's a mess, and she makes it look so effortless. I was wondering if you could help me out? I want to look pretty tonight -"
"But darling, you are pretty."
"I don't want to just be the work horse, if you get what I'm saying..."
"I totally do. A makeover for the ball-"
"It's just a party-"
"Okay, more subtle then," Catalina eased, "but you do know you are beautiful."
Louisa began tearing up.
"Come on in then. We can talk about it while I get you gussied up."
Louisa just made it through the door, but the larger-on-the-inside magic accommodated her height once she was inside.
Catalina gestured for Louisa to sit down in front of a vanity.
'Lina sat on the counter and held Louisa's hand.
"Now, what's going on? What all do you want to do?"
"Maybe different makeup? I'm not sure," Louisa started.
"Not sure where to begin or what you want done?"
"Both," Louisa confided.
"That's okay! How much time do we have?"
"I'm not sure-"
"That's fine, I'll use glamor magic. This would have been an excellent learning opportunity for Mirabel but," 'Lina said with her hands on her hips, standing once again.
"Mirabel and Isabela make it look easy," Louisa started.
"Yeah, it's easier for some than others," Lina had to lower the chair to access Louisa's face, "do you want to try a different hair style?"
"Umm" Louisa didn't sound very confident.
"That's alright. I'll just start on the makeup. Now, look me in the face," Catalina looked Louisa in the eyes, "when I do makeup, I bring out more of what you have. You are the beautiful foundation, understand?"
Louisa nodded.
"Now you've got gorgeous brown eyes, they are very expressive. How do you feel about a touch of gold on the eyelid?"
"Well, nothing too different..."
"I think it'll bring your eyes out nicely. You were saying?"
"Well, when you put it that way," Louisa started, "I know I shouldn't feel this way but my sisters... I feel like I'm not as pretty as they are,"
"Girl," Lina was trying to find the right words. She pointed to a few flowers that were tattooed onto her arm, "the hydrangea, the poppy, and the rose are all pretty flowers but don't look alike."
"Sure, but they're all flowers. Sometimes I don't even feel like I'm one of the flowers," Louisa's tearing up threatened some of the eye makeup Catalina had done.
"Well, candles, sunsets, and flowers are all beautiful, too. But they aren't similar at all," Lina was seeking her centuries of experience. "But darling, you are gorgeous. And it's not all on the outside," she dabbed the corners of Louisa's eyes. She started on some bronzing agent.
"Your eyes are rich with laughter and tears. Skin brightened by the sun's touch. Your hands convey a gentleness that can only be measured by the strength of your heart," she circled over so that she would be standing behind Louisa for the big reveal in the mirror. "The sun couldn't outshine you."
Louisa was carefully looking at herself in the mirror. She smiled.
"Do we have time for something else?"
"Of course, but let me grab something real quick," Catalina went digging about her trinkets.
She produced a pair of earrings. They were made of rose quartz cut brilliantly and set into gold studs.
"You'll need this, it'll maintain the connection of my magic to your appearance. Okay?"
"They're beautiful," Louisa handled them gently, trying not to cry.
And so on went their little makeup session.
Louisa left with a big smile on her face and some newfound confidence.
"Thank you tía Lina," Louisa left around sunset.
She sat down and adjusted to the little leak of magic, attached to Louisa's earrings. It wasn't a large drain, but it was there.
She made her way up to Bruno's tower. Casita seemed to be eager, as it clattered and shifted its tiles to make her ascent faster.
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