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dairy-farmer · 10 months

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Bruce posting some sappy lovey birthday post on what he assumes is the personal, family only Instagram account about how he doesn’t know what he’d do without Tim, the love of his life, how he makes him a better person, with pics of them on holiday, them kissing, them waking up in bed together, Tim naked and coming out of the shower, etc, and also saying that he’s so glad that he’s been able to spend the past four years with his soul mate

Turns out no, it wasn’t his private account with only the family who know about this seeing it, it was public, and now there’s a giant shit storm WE has to sort out?

yessssss!!!! tim and bruce's relationship changes him. he's always been this hard, difficult, stubborn as a goat man. but tim is good for him. he makes bruce...sappy. he makes bruce softer, calmer. he sands away all the prickly parts of bruce that always end up hurting his friends and family. and at first it's not inappropriate. at first the connection and spark between them is just a really amazing partnership where bruce finds himself opening up more because for the first time in his life he feels like someone understands him. someone treats him kindly and speaks to him softly just like how when he was a kid and that eternal child inside him is just so desperate for kind, warm hands to handle him. tim never lets bruce get away with his attitude, if bruce is being rude or mean to him or someone else tim immediately scolds him for it. and after awhile...their closeness just develops into more.

the rest of the family knows. because the rest of the family are around to see the changes in bruce. the way he eases, how he doesn't drag out arguments as much, how the furrow between his brows isn't as deep, how he's much...calmer. he doesn't snap at them anymore, he doesn't makes baseless accusations or try to spy on them for their "own good".

both jason and dick tell tim about how an invisible weight feels like its been lifted from their shoulders now that bruce's expectant gaze isn't on them anymore. tim says he can't take all the credit. the counselors and therapy did a lot of the legwork, tim had just been the one who convinced bruce to go, helping him figure out the right style of therapy and the right person to help him work out the scrambled bits of his mind.

damian is doing much better. as bruce improves so does he. he's not as cagey or suspicious. he's more open to connecting with his brothers. he doesn't feel as under immense pressue from bruce. he's able to understand jokes to not be jabs against him and eases into interacting with dick and jason. he's performing better in school, alfred hasn't gotten a call for his behavior in months.

bruce and tim being together works. bruce is happier and better for it and the family is happier and better too.

but they don't publish it.

bruce doesn't tell colleagues, allies, or friends about him and tim. when they make jokes about him finally pulling the stick out of his ass because of his more "reasonable" demeanor bruce lets the jokes roll off his back. he's not so defensive anymore, nursing hurt or annoyance over normal jokes friends make to each other. bruce is finally able to...enjoy the companionship of others.

jason, dick, and damian don't tell their friends or other capes. not only is it none of their business but it also...it looks bad.

maybe in some...or rather, most cases a relationship between someone like tim and bruce would be a problem. it would be something drenched in predation and victimization. it would be something made of manipulation and sick desire. and maybe all of those relationships also insist that they're 'different'.

but bruce and tim really are different.

tim is young. and maybe he was too young when the...adult stuff started. maybe dick, jason, and alfred chose to ignore that because it did make them the slightest bit queasy. but tim and bruce were quite honestly...soulmates.

it's cheesy to say they're a match made in heaven but they are.

maybe it takes the family a little while to get used to the kisses, the closeness, the way tim retreats to bruce's bedroom (their bedroom) every night.

but they do. and after years it just becomes normal.

there are some rough patches though.

bruce enters a brief period of unease and waspish behavior but eventually they figure out that its a result of bruce being unable to do any of his past behaviors with tim that he did with other partners. going out to dinner, going on dates to the opera, being photographed together and the next day having every newspaper talk about what bruce wayne and his newest girlfriend or date wore and what they did.

bruce and tim do go out to dinner and to the opera. but the next day all the papers are about bruce wayne and his "son" out on an outing together.

obviously, bruce can't kiss tim out in public like he does in the manor and having those papers assault his eyes make his inability to be with tim in the wider world so much...harder.

logically, bruce knows that the world can't know he and tim are together and romantically involved. he knows that he was already asking to much with his family being okay with it. even when tim turns 18 they likely can't come out publicly because legally, tim was still his son.

it's hard. but eventually a therapist proposes a solution. something to grant the illusion of a public relationship. social media is ripe with people talking about their relationships, documenting it with pictures and informing millions of strangers about their private lives. some social media offer the option of 'privately posting' so that only a select few people can view something.

it's just a suggestion. they propose that bruce try it. for one week to post about tim and himself like the whole world is in on their life.

bruce is hesitant. he doesn't fully trust social media. he feels like its tempting fate.

but he tries. after he and tim go out to the movies together bruce posts a picture of tim's cheeks stuffed full of popcorn like a chipmunk because he just looks far too adorable.

it's just dick, alfred, jason, and damian who can view the photos on bruce's private posts. he sees their hearts, sees dick's comments and...it makes him feel normal.

steadily, bruce does it more. sharing photos of tim.

even when he doesn't post them he finds himself taking more and more photos of tim when the lighting catches his eyelashes just right, when he wears an outfit bruce likes, when they're out on a walk together and tim picks some wildflowers to put into a vase. bruce even takes some more intimate photos of tim. of him in his underwear, in a bathing suit on the shores of capri, of him naked with sheets draped over him and drooling.

bruce shares those sometimes. tim doesn't mind his brothers seeing pictures of him naked and sunbathing on the family yacht from when bruce took a mental health week off and took tim with him to go boating.

a few years ago the family would've been awkward about it, but now they were closer than they have ever been and so them seeing bruce's pictures of tim isn't so strange anymore because bruce shares them out of love.

it's tim's birthday and the whole family has gone out to celebrate. bruce has had an extra glass of wine because he's just so happy to spend another year with tim. so he's a little tipsy, a little sentimental, his stomach is full of cheesecake, chocolate-covered strawberries, and rich steak. he's lighthearted and happy being surrounded by his family and the love of his life.

bruce goes to the bathroom and while trying to sober up and starts typing up a birthday post like the ones he's seen coworkers and other people do before. he selects his favorite photos of tim especially the ones of them on vacation and one of tim in a steamy bathroom drying his hair while his pretty tits were visible through the mirror. bruce lingers on the photos of him hugging tim and pressing kisses to his sweet cheek while tim giggled. he types out a sappy message that will probably lead to him getting ribbed by his children at the breakfast table. but bruce is in love and he's never been able to do something like this. gush about someone the way he can tim.

so he makes it sappy, talking about how happy tim makes him and how he doesn't know who or where he'd be without him. its the first time bruce has...exposed so much of himself before. he posts it and returns to the table where tim is humming around a mouthful of cake. bruce wants to kiss him but they're in public and he's not THAT drunk so he settles for nuzzling tim and holding him close until they're retired to the manor.

bruce's soft bed and many pillows cushion his vigilante-worn back while his hands hold onto tim's hips as he fucks him. tim gasps over him, throwing his head back in a drawn out moan while roughly riding him, slamming his hot little pussy down on bruce's aching cock. bruce is a little hazy from the wine but still alert enough to thrust his hips up, wonderfully timing it with tim so he can sink in so gut-punchingly deep. tim loves this so much, he loves telling bruce about how he loves the feeling of him inside him of how he loves bruce's hands on him. most especially he loves bruce cumming deep inside him and dripping out on the bedsheets while they cuddle and makeout like a couple of teenagers. god, tim makes him feel so young. like nothing could touch him.

but then morning comes and bruce's wine headache and sleep crusted eyes have him groaning as he fumbles for his vibrating cellphone on the nightstand.

he blinks a bit to clear the blurriness and sees the influx of emails, missed calls, and texts that are streaming in. bruce grows more alert and concerned as he props himself up. tim is curled around him and bruce strokes his naked side as his phone rings with another call. he recognizes the number as mallory smith, the current head of HR at W.E and to be called so early on his personal phone on a saturday morning? oh how that does not spell good things.

bruce has done this before. gotten dragged into a meeting for some stunt he pulled like flashing photographers or letting his sextape get leaked. but bruce hasn't done anything to warrant this reaction in a longtime. he's been good!

but then he sees what it is because his phone always gets alerts when he's mentioned in the media.

he's getting a lot of those notifications because he's trending. and then he sees WHY. he sees screenshots of the post that he THOUGHT he'd made private. he sees that tim has been blurred in some photos to protect his modesty because bruce had posted naked photos of him in his old man sentimentality.

and he posted them publicly. on the company instagram account where he'd posted a simple birthday message for tim hours earlier. bruce in his wretched drunkenness hadn't switched to the right account.

the avalanche for his screw up was going to be massive. tim had just become fully legal the day before and bruce had blatantly admitted that their relationship had been going on for years. add to the fact that he posted photos of tim exposed for all the world to see. bruce is pretty sure that was breaking a few laws.

oh HR was going to bite his head off for this one, they've been over his bullshit for years. and that's not even taking into account friends and acquaintances who are messaging him for explanations. bruce can hear the doorbell ring and is certain that must be someone come to interrogate him or a reporter who manged to get through the gates.

bruce has really made a mess of things now.

but...tim was still sleeping. he was warm and curled up beside bruce in bed and...bruce would hate to ruin his day so soon. they'd been planning on eating a nice breakfast with the family. alfred was making blueberry pancakes.

so. bruce turns his phone off and lays back down.

he's sure alfred will shoo away whoever was at the door.

bruce wraps his arms around tim and tugs him closer.

its out of the bag now anyway. so what did it matter if he slept in with his tim anyway? the problem would still be there for them when tim woke up but for now bruce was going to hold his tim.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #brutim

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abitohoney · 1 year

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All I Want for Christmas Is You

Chapter 4 of 6 - Twas the Night Before Christmas AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, AU - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Lesbian Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Humor, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay (nothing extreme), Begging, Strap-Ons, Face-Sitting, Corny & Cheesy Dialogue, kinda sappy

Word Count: 5.6k

Fic Summary: It’s your first year spending the holidays with Sevika, and though the two of you couldn’t be any different in your level of holiday spirit or view of the traditions that come with it, your shared adoration (and sexual attraction) for each other is more than enough to get both of you through it together.

A collection of little holiday-inspired scenes, technically chronological, but really could be read in any order or as stand-alone oneshots. Includes a nice blend of sugar (fluff) and spice (smut).

Chapter Summary: Twas the night before Christmas, and you had some devious, fun, sexy plans for your girlfriend. An early gift, so to speak. (More smutty good times)

AN: Another fic already complete on AO3 that I'm bringing to Tumblr. Guess it's Xmas in April. 🤷‍♀️

Twas the night before Christmas, and you had some devious, fun, sexy plans for your girlfriend. An early gift, so to speak.

While she’s changing into her pajamas in your shared bedroom, you hide in the bathroom, carefully wrapping said gift.

Standing naked as the day you were born, you take one of two wide, red satin ribbons and wrap it loosely around your waist several times before fashioning a large bow at the front. Turning before the floor length mirror leaning against the wall, you adjust the ribbon until just the top of your ass was covered, and the bow sits perfectly aligned above the apex of your thighs, covering one half of Sevika’s gift . Taking the other ribbon, you slip it around your upper back one time, bringing the ends together across your breasts before tying another neat bow just over the center of your cleavage, the other half of her gift . Spinning around to take one final glance at your handiwork, your lips pull into a confident smile before you quietly pad towards the door that leads to your bedroom.

Slowly pushing the door open just a crack, careful not to let Sevika hear you coming, you peer into the room through the opening.

Sevika stands at the side of the bed furthest from you, her back to you. She's in just her baggy shorts she wears to bed, and starting to push her arms through the sleeves of her oversized t-shirt.

You watch for a moment, transfixed by the muscles along her shoulders and back. Watching as they move and flex as she slips the shirt up over her head and finally down over the view you were admiring.

Afraid she would turn and catch you before you could present yourself properly, you scurry into the middle of the room. Thankfully, she seems to be preoccupied, fiddling with something in her shorts.

That's… odd.

Brushing that thought off, you call to her quietly in a sing-song voice, "Sevika! I have an early present for you!" Fingers entwined between one hand and the other behind your back, you sway back and forth with a coy smile on your face as she turns to face you. "That is, if you're interested," you add.

Sevika's stoic expression fades almost instantly as she takes in the sight of your nearly nude body, only covered by two small ribbons. Those lovely dark lips of her curl into an amused smirk. " If I'm interested?" She scoffs. "Sweetheart, you know damn well I want to unwrap that gift right now."

"I don't know about that," you reply in mock disappointment, "I mean you're just standing there staring. You don't seem too excited to me." You put on your best pout, pushing your bottom lip out and looking down at the floor near the side of your feet.

Bad idea.

You barely have a chance to look back up when you realize she's stalking towards you, her heavy footfalls catching your attention. She's halfway to you when you find her eyes focused on you, and she looks… ravenous . When she reaches out to grab you, you let out a startled squeal and duck beneath her hands. Booking it for the door that leads to the kitchen, you can hear her hot on your trail and you giggle delightedly.

“I don’t think I like having to chase my gift,” Sevika taunts from behind you as you round the kitchen island. “Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson.”

You can tell by the tone in her voice she’s just playing along, not truly upset. And judging by the playfully wicked smile on her face as she approaches the island, she’s enjoying this little game as much as you are. The two of you stand at opposite ends in an impasse. Each waits for the other to make a move. Biting your bottom lip to hide your smile, you watch her carefully, trying to anticipate which way she’ll go.

Sevika arches a single brow, challenging you to move first. When you remain frozen to your spot, she slowly leans forward, then slams her palms down on the counter. The slap of flesh and bang of metal against the hard surface echoes through the otherwise silent room.

Startled, you release another squeal and take off towards the bedroom again with her not far behind you. It was a dumb move though, you realize as you sprint into the bedroom and towards the bathroom. There’s nowhere to go now. You can hear her deep, mocking chuckle behind you. Then the sound of her steady, measured strides.

Past the threshold to the bathroom, you spin to attempt to close the door. You’re too slow. Her large palm reaches out, catching the door before you can close it even half way. And she’s far stronger than you, easily pushing the door back open and sending you stumbling backwards.

“Bad move, sweetheart,” she sneers, her wicked grin revealing a sliver of teeth.

Without taking your eyes off her, you step backwards as quickly as you can, nearly tripping over a laundry hamper in the process. She stalks towards you, unhurried, with her lips curled in the most hungry , sinful smirk. Your lip is still caught between your teeth, but no longer to hold back your playful smile. Now you’re simply nervous, anxious, excited . You know she's got something in store for you, you just don't know what. You continue to back away until your back collides with something solid and unmoving. The palms of your hands press flat against the wall you've just backed yourself into. There’s nowhere to go. You’re trapped. Heart hammering in your chest, you watch with wide eyes as she closes the remaining distance in two long strides.

Sevika stands mere inches from you. Close enough for you to feel the heat emanating from her body. She towers over you, forcing you to have to crane your neck to keep your eyes on her face. “Silly little mouse,” she taunts, placing her palms against the wall on either side of your shoulders. “Teasing a lion?” Her upper lip curls up at the corner as she releases a snarl.

You jump, a pathetic little squeak escaping your throat. And you can tell by the glint in her eyes that she rather enjoyed your reaction.

“And only to get yourself cornered,” she continues to tease. “You know, I actually had an early gift for you as well, but now I'm not so sure you deserve it."

The barely contained mix of excitement and anticipation drains from your face, turning to confusion. "What?" You ask, dumbfounded that she had planned an early gift for you as well. Your mind races over the possibilities.

"It's a shame too," she replies, shaking her head in mock disappointment, "it would have fit perfectly with my gift."

"You- you're not really going to deny me are you?" You whimper, knowing now that the gift is most certainly something geared towards your pleasure.

Her gaze drops from your pleading eyes to your pushed out bottom lip, then further down to your barely covered breasts. "I'll tell you what..." she drawls as she removes her human hand from the wall to run the back of a finger down your exposed cleavage. She grins as you tremble beneath her touch. Eyes back on your face, she offers a proposition, "I'm going to unwrap my present, and if I like what I see, I'll consider letting you unwrap yours."

That brings a small smile to your face. You're certain she'll be pleased. You nod your head, letting her know you understand and agree to the conditions.

Attention back on your chest, she takes one end of the ribbon and slowly, every so slowly, pulls.

Your eyes remain focused on her expression as she pulls one loop of the bow until it pops loose. Her smirk curls higher as she grabs the other end, repeating the process at the same torturous speed.

As that second loop breaks free, you suck in a deep breath and hold it. That rise of your chest, paired with the slick material of the ribbon, is enough to loosen the knot and send the ribbon slipping down your body to your feet.

Removing her prosthetic hand from the wall, Sevika gently cups both of your naked breasts in each of her hands. Her cold, sharp metal fingers leave goosebumps across the skin of one. While her hot, calloused flesh fingers warm the skin of the other. Both thumbs rub simultaneously over each of your nipples, sending ripples of pressure straight to your core. You release your breath in a shaky whimper.

Sevika's low, taunting chuckle warms your insides, and you anxiously wait for her to say something, anything. Her eyes flit to yours.

"I certainly like the first half…" she husks, and before a smile can even fully form on your flushed face, she gives both hardening peaks a quick, sharp pinch. A startled cry of pleasure escapes your throat, but she continues on as if nothing happened, "...but let's see if I can say the same for the second half."

Those wild eyes of hers lower to the bow sitting just over the apex of your thighs and you pray she won't make this one so excruciatingly slow. She does take both ends- one in each hand- at least, but you swear she takes even more time loosening them.

"Sevika," you whine, "please go faster."

That was apparently the wrong thing to say.

Both her hands pause, the loops not even half removed. Her amused gaze rises to your desperate one. "Tsk. So impatient," she replies.

You know she's not truly disappointed in you. This is all part of her game. And in all honesty, it's your game too. You enjoy her teasing, even if in the moment it feels like pure torture. "I- I just want you so bad Sev," you mewl.

"I know, babygirl. You'll get me, if you're a good girl," she replies and ghosts her lips across your temple.

"Okay," you relent quietly, and thankfully that appeases her enough to return to removing that damn bow.

Both loops release at the exact same time, and just like the one that covered your chest, this one slips loose and falls to the floor at your feet. Your fingers curl, scraping against the wall beneath them as you watch her eyes rake hungrily over your now completely nude form.

She hums her approval and brings her mouth to your ear. "Such a sweet, pretty little mouse," she purrs. Your body trembles, and she definitely notices as she releases another one of those sexy, deep chuckles of hers. She straightens back up, lips pulled into a cocky smirk. "You know, I think I like my gift so much, not only can you unwrap yours, I think I'll let you use it tonight."

Your eyes blow wide. "Really?" You ask with barely contained enthusiasm. She nods, and now you're filled with an entirely new anticipation.

What did she get you?

"What is it?" You ask, bringing your hands together in front of you excitedly.

She simply grins at your beaming face for a moment before finally replying, "Give me a hand."

Your brows furrow in confusion, but you obey and reach out a hand. She takes it into her own and runs your palm against where her baggy T-shirt hangs over the front of her shorts. Somehow, your eyes manage to widen even further as you feel the large bulge beneath her clothing. She’s packing. How hadn’t you noticed? You slowly lift your eyes to hers, grinning as you wait for her to give you the okay to proceed.

“Go on. Open your gift.”

That’s all you need to hear before you slowly sink to your knees in the small space between her large body and the wall behind you. Peering up at her through your lashes, you feel impossibly small beneath her towering frame, but the pleased smirk she gives you provides you with the confidence to keep going.

She takes a small step back, giving you more room to work as you slip your fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts. Attention back on the site before you, you quickly drag her shorts down, mouth nearly salivating as you reveal the… neon purple toy? It bobs in front of your face as it’s finally freed from the elastic waistband of her shorts. Letting them fall to the floor, your eyes flit up to hers inquisitively. That is certainly not the color you expected. She had acquired a decent variety of strap-ons in your time together. Several shades even, but never something so colorful. Usually dark shades of brown or just plain black. She mostly went wild with shape and size, not color.

“Thought it might be easier to see that pretty pussy of yours take something a little… brighter in color,” she explains. “Don’t you agree?”

Oh. Oh that is so hot.

You nod. That color will definitely stand out.

Sevika steps out of her shorts, kicking them off to the side before gently brushing the back of her metal thumb down the side of your face. “Now be a good girl for me, and get that nice and wet.”

More than willing to oblige- to do anything to please Sevika- you place a hand on one of her powerful thighs, your other hand taking hold of the strap at the base. Watching Sevika’s expression, you lean forward and languidly drag your tongue along the bottom, from base to tip. Your chest swells with pride when that earns you a pleased smirk and another gentle stroke of smooth metal digits along your warming cheek. Still keeping your eyes focused on her reactions, you lean forward, slowly taking the length into your mouth up until you reach your hand. It nearly reaches the back of your throat. This one is definitely one of her longer ones. Without your hand in the way, it would easily have you gagging on its length.

Sevika watches you in blatant satisfaction while your wet, swollen lips slide back and forth over the silicone toy. “Such a good girl,” she purrs. She cards her metal fingers through your hair, the sharp tips scraping along your scalp causing your eyes to flutter shut in bliss. Those fingers grip the back of your head, and you almost miss her voice even as it reaches your ears, too lost in the pleasure of her touch and praise. “Babygirl, I want to fuck your pretty face.”

Gazing up at her through hooded eyes, you hum your approval around the slick toy.

“Just a few quick thrusts. Would you like that?”

Her words start to truly sink in and you realize what she wants to do, and that she’s looking for you to give her permission. Janna does that- both the act itself and her ever present need for consent, make your legs ache with arousal. It’s enough to have you whimpering wantonly and losing your rhythm as your head bobs along the slick shaft. You lock eyes with her, making sure she sees the sincerity in yours, and you nod several times.

The way her lips curl into a devilish grin makes your cunt throb. And then she’s moving her hips back, slowly slipping the toy out from between your lips until just the tip remains in your mouth. She pauses, giving you a moment to relax your jaw and grip her thigh in preparation. Metal fingers press against the back of your head and that’s all the warning you need before she snaps her hips, burying the strap all the way to your hand.

This time, with how powerful she thrusts into you, the tip manages to hit the back of your throat despite your hand remaining at the base. You squeeze your eyes shut and dig your nails into her thigh, trying to repress the instinct to gag. And there’s no denying how much this turns either of you on, not when you can feel the wetness collecting between your trembling thighs, or smell hers.

She quickly pulls back out, allowing you to catch your breath and prepare for another. “You okay, sweetheart?” she asks, brushing her thumb along the edge of your mouth to wipe away the saliva that had gathered there.

Her low, deep voice- and the soft touch- ground you, keep you from falling victim to nerves as you await her next thrust. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you nod. You feel her fingers issue another silent warning as they press against your head, and then she’s hitting the back of your throat again. Your body lurches. Tears form at the corners of your shut eyes, and you’re not sure you can take another. Terrified to disappoint her, you say nothing, but she must sense your distress.

Sevika immediately pulls back, this time removing the toy entirely. “You did so good for me,” she coos when your glazed over eyes meet hers. “I think it’s time you get your reward.” She removes her hand from the back of your head, and you release the now saliva coated strap.

You attempt to stand, but your knees- both sore from kneeling on the hard tile floor and weak with arousal- threaten to give way. She must take notice of this as well, as she bends down and slips her arms beneath yours, carefully helping you to your feet. Leaning against the wall for stability, you turn away from her, embarrassed at your current, pathetic state. She grasps your chin with flesh fingers, gently turning your head so you’re forced to look up at her.

“Don’t ever be ashamed around me, sweetheart,” she warns, but her voice is thick and sweet like honey, and it warms you to the core. She leans down, pressing her lips to yours. You can feel traces of your own saliva transfer to her mouth as it slides over yours, but she’s smiling against you. She’s very pleased.

When she straightens back up, you gaze up at her adoringly. Janna, what you’d give to be hers forever.

She steps closer, the tip of the toy pressing into your abdomen. Her prosthetic hand slips beneath one of your thighs, lifting it up and to the side. Watching your expression closely, she slips her human hand between your legs, dragging two fingers between your very wet folds. She grins as you softly moan her name.

“Looks like you’re ready to go,” she teases, bringing her fingers up to your face so you can see just how much of your slick she collected with a single swipe. She starts to bring them to her mouth, but your hand shoots up and grasps her wrist. Both your eyes and hers go wide for a moment, neither of you expecting you to try to take charge. She raises a single brow, watching as you bring her fingers to your mouth.

Wrapping your lips around her digits, you close your eyes and moan as you suck and lick them clean, tasting your own arousal.

“Naughty girl. That was mine,” Sevika husks when you open your eyes. She pulls her fingers from your mouth with a pop and grabs the back of your neck. Your mouth opens to protest the sudden and harsh motion, but your words are cut short, muffled by her shoving her tongue inside. She hums in approval as she runs her tongue over yours, tasting the remnants of your arousal.

Clutching at her shoulders, you moan into her mouth as a fresh wave of arousal courses through your body.

“You ready?” she asks after breaking the kiss.

Janna, yes!

You nod and take your bottom lip between your teeth again as she takes the dildo in her human hand and lines it up with your entrance. She eases it in, drawing a soft moan from you, but pauses once it’s seated just deep enough to keep it inside. She moves her human hand to grasp the back of your other thigh. Carefully- and with an amazing lack of effort- she lifts your thighs, forcing them to spread as she lifts your entire body higher to better align your entrance with her strap.

The skin at your back prickles as it scrapes along the wall, but it only serves to heighten your arousal. Her sheer strength- the fact that she can just simply put you where she needs you- it’s utterly mind blowing. And she’s aware of the effect it has on you- that arrogant smirk of hers curling higher when she notices how you suck in a breath through your parted lips. “You’re amazing,” you whisper, delighted to know it will further fuel her ego. Who are you to pretend that unyielding confidence of hers is such a turn on?

“Watch with me,” she husks.

Too high on the anticipation of finally getting what you’ve been waiting for all damn night, her words don’t immediately register. Your eyes search hers for an explanation, and as her gaze drops lower, between your bodies, then back up, you realize what she’s asking you to do.

“Sevika,” you whimper in protest, too embarrassed to watch such an act. But, when she arches a brow, questioning your obedience, you immediately relent. Your attention drops to the bright purple toy currently only tip deep in your aching cunt. And shit, if that isn’t already so arousing- but then she starts to push it in deeper, and at an excruciatingly slow, but heavenly speed.

“Look at those wet, wanting lips just swallow my cock,” she husks, and you’re not sure if she’s talking to you, or merely speaking her mind aloud. It doesn’t matter though, because those dirty words combined with the sight of her strap sinking between your folds has got to be one of the hottest things you’ve ever experienced.

The pleasure of her filling you threatens to break your resolve- to go back on her order to watch. Nails digging into Sevika’s shoulders, you bite down harder on your lip to fight the urge to give into that natural response to overwhelming pleasure, to close your eyes. But the moment the toy completely disappears inside your cunt- the tip reaching impossibly deep- you lose it. Your head falls back against the wall with a thud as you release the breath you hadn't even known you were holding, a string of broken moans falling with it.

Giving you time to adjust, Sevika keeps the strap motionless inside you. Her thumbs rub soothing circles against the sides of your thighs. And as you start to come to- lifting your head and opening your eyes- you find her eyes admiring your expression. Your cheeks flush under her gaze, but you smile up at her coyly.

“My pretty girl,” she coos.

Your heart soars and you immediately wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer. “You’re so good to me, Sevika,” you whisper into her ear and she chuckles against yours. Her breath tickles the short hairs on your neck. You giggle and squirm against her. Though that ends rather abruptly the moment that results in her harness rubbing against your clit. “Sevika,” you whine, “I want you.”

She pulls her head back until the tips of your noses touch. Lips curling into a knowing smirk, she asks, “What do you want me to do?”

You know she’s just trying to get you to tell her what she already knows. It’s just another attempt to inflate that ego- to give her a power trip. She gets off on making you clearly state what you want from her, and beg for it. Lucky for her, you’re more than eager to please her in any way she desires.

“I want you to fuck me. Slow and deep. Please.” you moan, but as she’s about to pull out, you quickly stop her. “Wait!” you call out a little louder than intended. You smile up at her sheepishly when she arches a brow. “Can you take your shirt off first?” you ask, wanting to feel her skin against yours.

“Anything for you, babygirl,” she purrs. “You’re gonna have to hold on to me though.”

Wrapping your legs around her slim waist, you hook your ankles together at her back and squeeze as tight as you can manage in your aroused state.

Pressing her lower half further against yours to help prop you up against the wall, she inadvertently sinks deeper inside you. The gasp that withdraws from your throat, and the way your legs squeeze tighter around her waist has her chuckling. “You alright?” she teases. When you don’t provide her an answer, she carefully releases your thighs before ripping her shirt off and discarding it behind her. When her hands return to grip your thighs, you immediately wrap your arms around her neck and pull her chest flush to yours.

Her skin is impossibly hot. It always is. She’s like a damn furnace with the amount of heat her body produces, but it’s calming- grounding. And that’s exactly what you need as you feel her start to slide out. That slow, drag of thick silicone against your walls is both torture and bliss rolled into one intense feeling. And as she leaves just the tip inside, you cling tightly to her in preparation for the impending pleasure. You can feel the way her lips curl into a devious smile from where she presses them against your cheek.

The dig of her fingers into your flesh is all the warning you get before she slams back inside you. Even that is not enough to prepare you for the pleasure that rattles your body. You whimper her name, and squeeze your eyes shut. Then she’s repeating the process, pulling back out again. But this time she lifts you higher, changing the angle before ramming inside hard enough to rattle the picture hanging on the wall above your head.

White flashes behind your closed eyes as the tip of the toy presses hard against just the right spot. “Oh fuck!” you moan. And Sevika must know she’s found the right angle, as she holds you nice and steady at that height.

She starts with an almost brutally unhurried pace, but she makes sure to hit that sweet spot with every powerful snap of her hips. And each time you have to fight not to vocalize how fucking good it feels. But despite that, it doesn’t take long before you realize you need her to pick up the speed.

“Sevika,” you whisper breathlessly before she buries her strap to the hilt and withdraws a sweet mewl from your parted lips.

She hums against your sweat-slick skin as she sucks along the side of your neck.

“I- I need- you to go faster,” you stammer as she slides back out with almost no resistance now. You’re so wet with arousal you can feel it start to slide down one of your ass cheeks.

“I thought you said slow and deep, sweetheart,” she taunts. Not giving you a moment to reply, she times sinking her teeth into your neck with a strong rock of her hips that leaves you biting back a cry of pleasure.

“Sevika, please,” you beg and hug her closer to your body. “Please go fas-”

Your pleading is cut short- replaced with that sharp cry of pleasure you’d been fighting- as she thrusts back inside you. She takes mercy on you though, Gradually, she picks of her pace until she’s fucking you fast enough to leave you feeling light headed. And soon you can feel the coil of your building climax form low in your belly.

The room echoes with a symphony of sounds. The rattling of the picture frame hanging precariously above your head. The rhythmic slap of wet skin against wet skin. Your broken mewls, moans and whines. Sevika’s low grunts and huffs. And the squelching of her strap ramming inside your soaked cunt.

None of it registers though- for either of you. Sevika’s too hyper-focused on fucking that sweet spot while keeping the perfect rhythm. And you’re too lost in your own pleasure to hear anything other than the blood roaring in your ears. That is until Sevika whispers in your ear.

“Babygirl, are you close?” she rasps.

You are. You are so close. But you need something else. Something more. Just a little added friction in the right spot. “I- need- more,” you moan between her thrusts.

“I’m already- giving you- the entire- length,” she grunts, thrusting harder and faster. And you swear you can hear the teasing smirk on her face despite her struggling to speak just as much as you are.

Burying your face into her right shoulder, you try once more, “My- my clit.”

“Can’t.”

Your brows pinch together in frustration, but before you can reprimand her for denying your request, realization dawns on you. Both her hands are preoccupied with holding you up. She can’t help you. Reluctantly, you release her from your death grip of a hug, separating the upper half of your body from hers.

Leaning forward, she rests her forehead against yours, unabashed with how lecherous her gaze is as it focuses on the slick covered strap slipping in and out of your cunt. You gaze down as well, vision blurry and clouded by lust, but you can see how your bodies are both covered in a wet sheen. Both your heaving chests glisten with sweat, and your arousal coats not only her strap, but the harness itself. And Janna, it’s even dripping down one of her thighs.

“Beautiful,” Sevika husks, completely enraptured by the sight of her ruining your body in the most wonderful way. But even as she seems lost in her perverse pleasure, she never loses that perfect rhythm.

Slipping a hand down between your bodies, you find your throbbing clit. You work quickly circles around it, drawing up the wetness that collected just below. It only takes a few well timed thrusts from Sevika and your precisely placed fingers before you reach that crest.

Earth shattering pleasure takes over your body, leaving you crying Sevika’s name in ecstasy. You throw your head back against the wall and that white light you kept seeing fades to almost pure black. Your toes curl and muscles spasm during that brief moment of bliss, before your body shudders and you fall limp against Sevika.

She ceases her motions the moment you collapse forward. When your hand slips out from between your bodies to rest at your side, she presses her chest to yours again while the two of you attempt to catch your breath.

Resting your head on her shoulder, you focus on her scent- sweat, musk and smoke- and the feeling of her chest rising and falling in time with your own.

Sevika, who- as usual- recovers long before you can, runs her nose along your hairline soothingly. “How do you feel?” she asks, as if she didn’t already know you were on another plane with how high you felt.

“Good. Really good,” you reply breathlessly, and you can feel her chest shake as she chuckles.

“Good.”

“No. Really good,” you manage to tease. That earns you another deep chuckle that leaves you feeling overcome with adoration. You lift your head, only to rest the back of it against the wall, but at least now you can see Sevika’s beautiful face. Smiling up at her weakly, you feel as if you’d just used your entire body, despite Sevika having done all the work. “I’m really tired,” you sigh.

“Well sleep is going to have to wait, babygirl. You’ve made quite the mess. Literally dripping down my leg right now.” She smirks down at you and if you weren’t so spent, you’d kiss that cocky grin right off her face.

“There’s no way I can clean anyone up right now, let alone walk to the shower,” you laugh weakly.

“Just hold on. I’ll take care of you.”

As instructed, you wrap your arms around her neck and hold on with what little strength remains.

She carries you to the shower and carefully sets you down on the small bench in the corner. You struggle to stay conscious. Your head rolls against the cold, wet shower wall while you fade in and out. You only catch little glimpses, like small snapshots, as she cleans both of you up. Your muscles sing with a pleasant ache that begs you to just lie in your soft bed snuggled up to your wonderful girlfriend.

After drying you off the best she can with you basically flopping around like a damn ragdoll, Sevika scoops you up into her arms and carries you back to the bedroom. She gently lays you down on the bed, aligning your head with a pillow before crawling into bed herself. You’re nearly asleep, but as the bed shifts and your body rolls back to rest against her chest, you wake just enough to hear her whisper against your ear.

“Whatever gift you have for me tomorrow can’t possibly top what you gave me tonight.”

You smile blissfully and scoot back against her warm, solid body as she drapes her augmented arm over your waist and holds you close. “I could say the same to you,” you reply quietly, and you can feel her smile from where she presses a kiss to the back of your head.

As sleep takes over, you swear you catch her say one last thing before you’re out completely.

“We’ll see about that.”

next chapter >

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #fanfic #honey writes

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bookreadingpsycopath · 9 months

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To people on this silly website:

As midnight draws closer and closer (or already happened for people in different time zones) I just wanted to say thank you to my mutuals and the people I’ve seen on my dash. Whether we’ve ever had a conversation or not I hope things turn out ok for you.

I haven’t been on this website for a very long time but thank you for posting Art, thank you for posting silly little ramble about topics you like, thank you’d to bringing awareness to different topics, thank you for posting snippets of your WIP’s, thank you for sharing what’s you’re thinking about, thank you for all your shitposts, thank you for your rants, thank you for all of your posts whether they’re goofy, serious, happy, depressing, or just there, thank you for existing because it sucks but we’re all in this silly little website together and I think that’s quite nice, thank you for all the poetry on here, thank you for the song lyrics on here, thank you to all of my mutuals who have put up with me posting random ass stuff at the most random hours the days, thank you for all the fun tag games, thank you for the picrew tag chains, thank you for interacting with me, that has meant so much to me even if you’ve just liked a post of mine or if you tagged me in something or talked with me, thank you from the depths of my being it truly meant so much to me. Thank you all for so much.

I hope to interact with more of you little shits (affectionate) within this coming year. If you ever need someone to talk to feel free to send me an ask or something like that I’ll be glad to listen. If 2024 doesn’t treat you well we can all beat it up together at the end of it. I hope you get to enjoy yourself more in 2024.

And thank you too all my mutuals again for putting up with all my shit lmao @smol-sorrows @sunnandclouds @keinechteslaecheln @justaproblem-17 @wolfstaridiot08 @demigoddess-of-ghosts @dzikiemaslo @moonysversion @lifewaster-imdanger98 @kevinhayrle

And a special message to @wolfstaridiot08! You are amazing and so loved by me (in a platonic way) I’m pretty sure we’re platonic soulmates and I’m excited to go on a book splurge with you this weekend. You have gotten me through so much and thank you so fucking much for that. You helped me figure a lot of my shit out and have put up with a lot of my shit too. You listened when no one else would and I’m sorry for when I brushed things off and didn’t tell you stuff. Thank you for shoving (firmly but kindly pushing) me into a slightly healthier lifestyle and making sure I am actually getting adequate amount of rest, thank you for being there for me, thank you for showing me its ok to not be “perfect” all the time and that it was ok to be myself, thank you for consistently talking to me and even if you didn’t realize it that meant so much to me, thank you for showing me what a healthy friendship actually looked like, thank you for letting me ramble on and on about all of my new obsessions, thank you for supporting me, thank you for all the late night texts, thank you teaching me the wonders of flipping people off, thank for being my obsession buddy, thank you for giving me space when I asked for it, thank you for for sharing your writing with me, thank you for staying with me and not just pulling away or something, thank you for being you, thank you for everything and more, and WE MADE IT, we made it to New Year’s Eve, we did it. I love you ❤️.

(also sorry if this sounds cheesy, I’m a sappy bitch)

#New Year’s Eve #Happy new years #thank you all everything #2024 bitches good luck 🫡

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seiwas · 11 months

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I'm the nonie who asked about how you met your bf! And that is such a cute meet omg!!! Kinda curious about how you ended up getting together now 🤭

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ahhh hello again nonie!!!! omg shdbsadf 🥺 you are so cute!!!! okay!! this is kinda a part 2 of niku's ask so you can look at that too if you want some kind of context to this!!

how we got together isn't the cutest omg 😭 but ! well ! we attended a party together!! and it was funny because we literally saw each other earlier that day too, and we even did a joint gift for the celebrant!! but yeah... that party was pretty crazy 😭 so many people got so wasted jhsdbd he's also a lightweight 😭 i have higher alcohol tolerance than him 😭

i'm usually the one taking care of people in things like this!! so i was going around bringing water to people and found out that he drank a lot so immediately went to check up on him!! he went with me to the bar to get water then started holding my hand (and i was so confused!! for real like wtf!!! when he describes it to me today he said he felt butterflies then lmao)

but i got his bestfriend to help him sit down somewhere while i got him water!! and when i crouched down to hand it to him he said 'i love you' and my dumb ass rlly thought he meant it as a friend 😭 so i said 'yeah! i love you too!' but he (drunk lol) said, 'i really love you' and i was like 'yeah as a friend!' and he said 'no' and i was so confused omg then he asked if he could kiss me and i was really hesitant, had to tell him that i don't think it's a good idea because what if he doesn't remember the next day! or smth! and he was adamant that he'd remember, but omg... this is so SAPPY and CHEESY but i can't resist that man when he does his lil 🥺 eyes lmao so we ended up kissing. and his bestfriend came back and found us like that so you can imagine the look on his face LMAO

i say this all like this, but imagine this in like. loud music, on the floor, near-shouting bc the music is too loud 😭 + what's funny is his parents picked us up and dropped me home 😭 and i was anxious af abt the kiss and if he'd remember it the next day... but i also had to wake up at 4am bc i had a fun run 😭 but fast forward! we talked about it the next day and he remembered hehe then we kinda just talked about being together! (he didn't ask or anything!) & i find it so cute too that the moment we made it official (in the morning) he knocked on his parents' door first to tell them 🥺

let's have a sleepover!! 💗 send me any questions/stories you wanna share!!!

#i think he made a promise w his mom when he was younger that she'll be the first person he tells if he gets a girlfriend!!!#nonie.💫#ask #rep #sleepover!#sorry this got lonG AHSDBGSAHDBF #lovebug

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fangirlandtheories · 2 years

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Ahh!! Your answers were so good. I LOVE THE FRIENDSHIP BRACELET ANSWER SO MUCH ;_; here are some more questions: Dream scene with Steve and Robin? What character,that he hasn't interacted much with, would you like Steve to have a scene with in s5? Whats something you REALLY hope doesn't happen to Steve in s5 (besides dying or a romantic relationship)? Can we get a vague hint at an upcoming plot point in They Built You A Temple And Locked You Away? (Like that game where you describe something poorly.) If Steve ever got a tattoo what would it be of, and where would it be placed? Steve gets a cat, how did he come by it and what does he name it? Do you think they should end the series with a where are they now segment like they used to do at the end of 80s movies, or would you rather they ended it on a fade to black sappy scene (though lets be real they'd probably end it on a WHAT IF ITS NOT OVER bad guy opening their eye thing)?

Bonus: Do you have a favorite stranger things meme? If so, lets see it!

Thank you!!!! I love these so much omg

Okay so this is like polar opposite of what I described with the last question and how I want scenes of emotional vulnerability, not just banter between the two, BUT there's this fic I read and I will link it here (please read the tags for possible tws as it's an intense fic but so wonderfully written) but essentially there is a moment where Steve is attacked (in the case of this fic he's assaulted) and Robin goes absolutely feral and I would pay so much money to see Maya Hawke kick some ass on screen instead of just making jokes about clumsiness. I want to see her launch herself, full claws out, jut to defend her best friend because he's fucking worth it.

Okay this one took me a few minutes of thought because I couldn't think of anyone that he hasn't interacted with at least a little, but then it hit me like a ton of bricks: Joyce and Hopper. Give the boy a set of loving, doting parents.

Okay well I reaaaally don't want to see him die but this sounds terrible but like I don't want to see him be okay right away. I thrive on angst and h/c and these people have been through serious trauma. I want to see him struggling but ultimately living with and coping with it in a healthy way. I don't want him to cope right away though, no one would be able to just move on, but I mostly don't want to see Steve end up with Nancy if I'm being honest. I have no qualms with Stancy shipper, to each their own, but for me it isn't it. I feel like as a couple it's a backslide for both of them in terms of character development and it also kinda feels a bit like lazy writing to just shove them back together instead of strengthening their bond as friends. They have hurt each other deeply and moved on without really fixing anything so it doesn't seem right to just pretend that it never happened.

What a fun and deviously interesting question. I hope I can answer it with as much devilish delight.

Steve's tattoo is a tricky one, I've never thought about it. He definitely keeps it hidden much to Eddie's delight, but I bet it's something sappy like the date of their wedding or a quote or something. Or maybe his baseball bat to match Eddie's arm bats. 100% Steve would find a stray cat, he's an adopt/rescue not shop kinda guy, look at all the children he's adopted inadvertently. He's going to name that cat either Dart or Mews 3 just to fuck with Dustin.

Listen I know it's cheesy but I'd be thrilled with either. I hope it'll be a happy ending and I'm sure that if they were to ever do a spinoff it would either be in the future with the kids of the main characters or it would be a prequel with Dr. Brenner about how the Upside Down really started but I do think there will be a "10 years later" segment and it will definitely be cheesy.

I don't have any specific memes that I love in particular, I tend to either reblog them if they're on here or just laugh and keep scrolling if they are on a different site, but I love all of the "Incorrect Quotes" posts because somehow they are always 10000000% accurate.

#steddie #my writing #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #send me asks #request #send me anons #just for you anon

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ceilingpancake · 1 year

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Posting this here because im over them and dont want to have it in my phone anymore but also dont want to delete it because i don’t think it should be gone forever. This was a list of things i wrote that i missed about my ex while we were still together while i was on vacation. i told them id show it to them the next time we hung out in person, but we broke up before then. enjoy ! or don’t! i just need to have this somewhere i can find it

I missed you so much this month. I missed getting to be the only person who can stare at you and appreciate how beautiful you are and resting our foreheads together. holding you and being held and feeling your skin against mine and kissing you. listening to you ramble about your day and rambling back to you and laying next to you and holding your hand and hearing you breathe. Im going to be so insufferable and clingy when i get back. I miss getting to look in your eyes and watching them glimmer and shine in excitement anytime something makes you happy and i miss seeing your smile and watching you be so bouncy and giddy and seeing you cuddle badger. I miss your tight hugs and subtle touches and our nightly calls. Going to the park and the mall or hanging out with our friends. I miss hearing you try not to offend me when talking about people or things i care about and listening when i talk about things i care about even though you may not care because you know theyre important to me. i miss your bad jokes and innuendos and “vroom“ noises in the car. I miss you singing to music and your “mouth trumpet” and your road rage. I miss your sporadically placed sappy sweet cheesy moments and you talking about your never ending care for noah. i miss you divorcing lucas and being silly. i miss your obsession with jack black and capybaras and your willingness to forgive people when i never could. I miss your fake pouts and you buying the most wack ass energy drinks you find. i miss hearing about whatever new thing youve bought and you saying how youre feeling but saying that its how badger is feeling instead. I miss hearing you call me baby or hun or love and your little rants about how much you love me. I miss your eyelashes and your clinginess. Your rings and you fidgeting and talking about dnd campaign ideas and plans. Talking about theater and classes and your friends. You being insanely artistically talented and intelligent and going into in depth explanations about things youre doing or books youve read and hearing you talk about them like youve never been able to before, like theres so much excitement and information about it in your mind like if you dont share it you might explode. Hearing you make jokes about JFK’s ass in Clone High and telling me about Regular Show. You and Keira being morons together and your willingness to try almost any food (even when your allergic). I miss your non-offensive racist (that sounds so hypocritical) jokes. Your voice because its not the same over the phone. I miss your big gestures and movements and how loud and exaggerated you are. I miss your flannels and your lips. i miss you

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crowned-ladybug · 7 years

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Something Just Like This

Aka five times Jackie and Marvin refused each other’s help and the one time they didn’t.

Oh look, I finally wrote it. This has been in the plans since like four fics ago. Title has no relevance aside from the fact that the song makes me think of Jackie. Also, “Superman” by Five For Fighting came on my playlist while writing the fourth part and I can definitely recommend it for some extra feels.

Hey @magic-marvin-protection-patrol may I offer some stories about these two in these tiring times?

Dedicated to @sunkistjello bc they’re awesome and I promised them this fic like ages ago

Characters: Jackie, Marvin

Word count: 5.4k

Warnings: a little bit of blood an injury, but that should be it. Marvin and Jackie are dumb dorks in love they just don’t know how to go about it.

It's such a nice, pleasant evening, one of those quiet ones Jackie cherishes the most. No running around fighting crime, no worrying Marvin or sitting alone on the couch because Marvin is so immersed in working on his magic that he doesn't even notice Jackie is there. They're almost like normal people, and Jackie is sitting in the living room trying to choose which movie to watch while Marvin is getting up to lord knows what in the kitchen.

Jackie's head shoots up and he turns towards the kitchen when he hears the sudden sound of plates tumbling onto each other. He heads over to investigate, knowing full and well that he'll either find Marvin seriously needing his help or just in an amusing situation, and both of those are worth getting up for.

Marvin, as Jackie discovers, is balancing at least ten different plates of varying shapes and sizes with such intense focus that he doesn't even notice Jackie at first. He only realises he's got company when Jackie tries to take some of the dishes from him before he causes an accident.

Jackie takes the top few plates off the stack and leans closer to Marvin's face with a small grin. "You need any help?"

Marvin snatches the plates back and turns on his heel with surprising speed, and even more surprisingly he doesn't drop anything. "I'm fine, I've got this!" he shoots Jackie a reassuring grin before he starts sorting through the dishes, stubbornly without putting the original tower of them down anywhere.

Jackie watches with slight worry. Marvin doesn't pay him any mind.

He's got the plates sorted out quite quickly and without accident, and Jackie feels like he should applaud him for it, up until the moment Marvin turns and shoots him the widest grin, that little shit.

"Ha! Told ya!"

Jackie just chuckles to himself and gives him a fond shake of his head. "Sure you did," he agrees jokingly.

He moves to stand at the counter next to Marvin and starts putting the dishes away. He playfully knocks his hip against Marvin's, who reciprocates by shoving him so hard he almost falls. Marvin isn't sure if he should be laughing or apologising for a moment, but the next second Jackie jumps him shouting that this offence demands blood. Before he knows what's really happening Marvin is screeching and flailing, trying to escape Jackie's tickling.

"Okay, okay! I give up!" Marvin shouts, breathless from laughing. Jackie listens and his hands come to rest on Marvin's hips instead of running over his sides. Marvin tries to calm his residual giggling, but to no avail. "I hate you."

"Sure you do," Jackie grins and presses a kiss to his cheek. The smooth bastard. Marvin can't keep his giggles down again.

Jackie finally lets go of him to properly start putting away the clean dishes. Marvin runs a hand through his hair a few times to make it orderly again, then he joins to help him.

Though there's still a small smile playing with his lips, Jackie's thoughts circle back to earlier. He takes a mental note of what he's just learned – Marvin does not like accepting help.

Apparently neither does Jackie.

"No, really," Jackie waves his hands about, immersed in the story he’s telling. "There were four of them, all armed with knives and who knows what else. One of them almost got me. I barely got away!"

He stops when he notices that instead of his usual enthusiasm and excitement, Marvin seems so be very serious and deep in thought. Serious Marvin is never a good sign.

"Okay, what's up?" Jackie nudges him.

"You know I'm a magician and all that, right?" he starts, without any hesitation to his voice. "I could be useful to you out there. I could help you fight and escape easier. If you would let me come with you, y'know."

Jackie's expression darkens, but Marvin either doesn't notice at all or he just pretends he doesn't.

"I don't wanna take your title or anything! I'm totally okay with being just a sidekick!" Marvin shrugs and looks at Jackie with a hopeful grin. "We could fight crime together!"

"No."

"But...why?" Marvin looks confused. Jackie has never shut any of his ideas down so quickly before.

"Because I said so," Jackie crosses his arms. "I'm not going into a debate about this."

"But Jackie, I could help you! And it would be so much fun!" Marvin doesn't listen. Of course he doesn't listen. "Look, I can do fire magic pretty alright, illusions are easy, and healing magic isn't exactly my thing but I could try learning it for you!"

"I said no, Marvin. I'm not changing my mind about this."

"But-..."

"No," Jackie cuts in coldly. Before Marvin could say anything else he pushes himself up from the couch and makes for the door.

Marvin is dumbfounded. This is not the Jackie he knows. "Okay, but why?" he asks, maybe a little too loud.

Jackie stops in the doorway for a moment and shoots him a sharp look which undeniably means that he considers this conversation over. "Because I'm not willing to risk you getting hurt out there," and with that he turns and leaves. Marvin doesn't have the chance to respond, but then again he doesn't really know what to say anyway.

When Jackie wakes up in the middle of the night at first he has no idea why. He lies still, eyes trying to pierce the darkness around him. Then he hears it – heavy thuds and startled cries, coming from the direction of Marvin's room. Jackie jumps out of bed so quickly he has to hold onto the wall for a second as the world around him goes fuzzy.

He stumbles through the darkness as he makes his way to Marvin's room, not bothering with his glasses and thinking to himself that maybe they should put up some nightlights in the hallway. He knocks on Marvin's door for politeness's sake, but doesn't wait for longer than a few seconds before entering.

He doesn't know what he was expecting to see but it surely wasn't this. In the moonlight filtering through the thin curtains the image is more surreal than it should be considering Jackie's past experiences with living with a magician.

There's objects floating all around the room – books, drawing supplies, a few clothes, a couple of empty cups. They tremble in place and occasionally one or more of them give in to gravity and fall to the ground, then slowly float back up again. At least Jackie knows where the thuds have come from now.

But the worst part is when Jackie finally notices Marvin. He's nothing but a lump curled up on the bed, as small as he can get, shaking like a leaf. His blanket is thrown off, lying in a heap on the ground. As Jackie watches in startled silence, Marvin cries out again, flinching violently, and three or four of the floating objects plummet to the floor before rising again.

Jackie rushes to the bed dodging flying books so thick they could probably smash his skull in if they decided to fall the wrong moment. He drops to he knees next to the bed, grabbing Marvin by the shoulders. He's very clearly having a nightmare and Jackie needs to wake him from it somehow.

He has no idea how. He's never had to deal with Marvin having nightmares before. He doesn't know if they're a very rare occurrence or if Marvin is just very good at hiding that he has them, but this definitely has to be the first time they got this bad. Jackie has never woken up to something like this before.

"Come on, Marvin, wake up!" he shakes Marvin again, trying to be gentle.

Jackie doesn't know if it's the sudden physical contact or if he just got lucky with his timing and Marvin was about to wake up anyway, but Marvin’s eyes snap open and his body tenses, and all the floating objects fall down for the final time. He flinches violently at the noise and curls in on himself more, crying and trembling. Jackie's heart breaks seeing him like this.

"Hey, Marvin," Jackie whispers, careful not to startle him more.

Marvin peeks out from behind his hands, eyes wide in terror, but once they focus on Jackie's face he lets out another sob and reaches for him desperately. Jackie reacts immediately and pulls him into his arms as well as he can while still sitting beside the bed. He strokes the back of Marvin's head with his thumb as he buries his face into Jackie's neck and cries.

"It's okay," he whispers. Damn, he teases Marvin a lot for being shorter than him, but this time he actually feels so small. It scares Jackie a bit. "You're safe now, I'm here."

He can feel Marvin's nails digging into his back as he holds on for dear life. He ignores the little pricks of pain and doesn't stop whispering reassurance until Marvin's crying subsides. As soon as it does, Marvin pulls away. He's still shaking and Jackie watches him carefully.

Marvin falls onto his back and takes a couple shaky breaths. "Thanks," he mumbles, staring at the ceiling instead of anywhere near Jackie. "I'm good now."

"Are you sure?" Jackie asks. It's a genuine question, but he's not sure Marvin understands that. He reaches out to wipe Marvin's tears from his face. Marvin tenses under his touch for a moment before relaxing again. He's not wearing his mask, the scars running across his face are on full display and that always puts him on edge.

"Yeah. It's nothing."

Jackie hums. He doesn't want to argue. "I can stay here if you'd like," he offers. It's as much for his own peace of mind as it is for Marvin's, but he doesn't mention that. He'd feel much better sleeping next to Marvin tonight after an episode like this.

"No, it's fine," he considers trying for a reassuring smile but decides he wouldn't really be able to pull it off right now. Instead he just rolls over so that his back is turned to Jackie. As much as he loves Jackie he doesn't want him to see him in such condition.

Jackie sighs. Here they go again, Marvin and his stubbornness. Jackie won't argue, he hates to. He just hopes one day Marvin will come to him for help on his own.

"Alright," he nods and pushes himself to a stand. He picks up the discarded blanket and drapes it over Marvin's curled up form. For a moment he contemplates if he should, but he leans down and presses a kiss to Marvin's temple. "But do wake me up if you need anything."

Marvin only hums and shuts his eyes. Jackie knows he's not okay and he wishes Marvin would just admit it. It hurts to leave him when he's like this.

Jackie still does, not knowing what else to do. He shuts the door behind himself quietly and screws his eyes shut for a moment too. He just wants to help.

He doesn't hear any more noises from Marvin's room that night. For a while he believes it's a good sign, but his stomach drops ten feet when the next morning he sees Marvin exhausted and barely upright on his feet. He knows Marvin hasn't slept the whole night just to avoid his nightmares and his need for Jackie’s comfort.

Jackie sways as soon as he lets go of the doorframe. Hmm. Maybe he's lost more blood than he had originally thought. As he stumbles to the bathroom he prays Marvin is already asleep. The last thing he wants right now is to worry Marvin.

Okay, so maybe he looks like a hungry werewolf just took a tasty bit out of his shoulder. So what? He's a superhero fighting crime almost every day, heroes get hurt and then they move on and go back to their duties. That's how it works.

Marvin doesn't seem to understand that.

Jackie isn't mad at him, of course he isn't. He knows Marvin's worry comes from love and he loves Marvin back just as much. But whether Marvin worries or not, Jackie is still going to put himself out there, fight and inevitably get hurt every now and again. The only difference is that if he hides his wounds successfully then they won't hurt Marvin too. And so that's what he does, sneaking around the house when he comes home injured, pretending he's fine, promising Marvin to be more careful next time even though it's not up to him.

He gets lucky. Lucky in his book, at least.

Marvin seems to have already gone to sleep. It's rare that he doesn't stay up waiting for Jackie, but it happens. Jackie is glad he's not exhausting himself more than he already does by his magic.

The wound on his shoulder hurts like a bitch. Advil doesn't exactly work for this kind of stuff and so he bites down on a rag while he cleans it for himself. It would probably be much better if Marvin did it for him, but he doesn't want to disturb him. So he sits in the bathtub, getting blood all over himself, messing up the bandaging for the sixth time and grasping hopelessly after the gauze when it rolls away from him again. He manages.

He's almost done cleaning himself from blood when the bathroom door opens and Jackie freezes. Marvin comes stumbling in, looking incredibly sleepy. He's wearing his mask out of habit and comfort, and one of Jackie's flannels over his pyjamas. His hair is a mess, falling across his forehead because he can't be bothered to brush it back and Jackie oh so desperately wants to run his hands through it.

Marvin blinks confusedly at the light and at the sight of Jackie sitting in the tub before it clicks. His expression melts into a mix of hurt and worry, and Jackie curses his bad luck.

"What happened?" Marvin shuffles over, clumsy with sleep, and crouches next to the tub.

"Nothing serious," Jackie shrugs only with his intact shoulder. "I'm gonna be fine."

"You always say that."

Jackie's expression softens and he leans a little closer. "Would I ever lie to you?"

"No. Stop that," Marvin's eyebrows knit together and he looks dead serious.

"Stop what?" the innocence in Jackie's voice is genuine. He's not exactly sure what Marvin means this time.

"Sweet talking yourself out of this...situation you've got yourself into."

"Oh..." he looks away and tilts his head a little. "I promise I am going to be okay though. It's not as bad as it looks," he turns back towards Marvin and offers him a small smile.

"Why won't you just let me help..."

Jackie sighs. He looks genuinely sad. "Marvin, we've been over this."

Marvin's shoulders sag and he lowers his head. Jackie is still surprised by how quick his pride can drop into defeat.

"I just wish..." Marvin cuts himself off, not sure if he wants to continue. He screws his eyes shut and shakes his head, biting his lower lip. His eyes are dry and he's glad he's finally learning not to cry every time Jackie gets hurt. He'd want to, but he can't just guilt Jackie into staying every time instead of pursuing his dream as a hero.

Marvin leans his elbows onto the edge of the tub and stares blankly at the frayed bits of gauze lying at the bottom next to Jackie's bare legs. He feels numb.

"I can't just quit being a hero," Jackie shakes his head. He's torn. Again.

"I know."

Jackie takes one of Marvin's hands and presses his knuckles to his lips. "I'm sorry."

"I know," Marvin whispers again. He's sorry too.

They're at a standstill. And neither of them know how to proceed.

They're both having a bad day.

Marvin has been struggling with a spell for days and he's making no progress. It's infuriating and he's not exactly known to be the most patient person either. He's getting incredibly close to just lighting this whole thing on fire and giving up on it, then lighting a few more things on fire just to let out his frustration.

Jackie shuffles into the room looking uncharacteristically tired and frail. He's been having one of those days when just nothing works out. Everything seems to break under his touch, he can't get anything right, there's a lump in his throat and his hands won't stop shaking. Above everything he just really, really needs a hug.

He approaches Marvin tentatively, and the little voice in the back of his head won't stop telling him that if everything he tries goes wrong today, why wouldn't this too? He can see the tension in Marvin's shoulders and the smouldering fire behind his eyes, and his instinct to help and comfort overrides his need to be comforted.

"Hey, Marv," he tries for a soft, happy voice. "You need any help?"

Marvin turns around swiftly to glare at him. "I'm fine," he snarls pointedly, then whips back around so quickly he doesn't even see the hurt in Jackie's eyes.

Jackie all but runs to his room. Marvin didn't mean it, he's just frustrated, he didn't mean to hurt him, don't cry over something so stupid, don't cry, don't you dare cry...It's really hard not to cry. This day just had to deliver another low blow before he gave up on it, didn't it?

He sits curled up in the corner of his bed, knees drawn to his chest, hugging a pillow. He wishes it was Marvin in his arms instead. He needs comfort, desperately, the kind he can only really get from cuddling or goofing off with Marvin. He wishes he could just go back, pull Marvin up by his hand and ask him for a dance like he usually does when Marvin is having a bad day and Jackie wants to cheer him up.

But usually Marvin doesn't snap at him and usually Jackie doesn't have this bad of a day. But now he does and he doesn't know what to do about it. If only he could spend time with Marvin or find another way to pick himself up, but Marvin is busy and frustrated and Jackie doesn't want to bother him.

His mind wanders, but it always winds up with darker and darker thoughts. Jackie doesn't like them.

He's painfully aware of how stubborn Marvin is, and how stubborn he himself is, too. And he slowly starts to think it's going to tear them apart. He's scared Marvin will one day hurt himself when he just won't ever ask for help to deal with his own demons. And Marvin is scared Jackie will die of his own stubborn hero complex one day.

They can't keep doing this. Jackie finally admits that.

He kicks himself off the bed, discarding the pillow in the process. He needs to talk to Marvin about this, he doesn't care that Marvin is in a snappy mood and armed with powerful magic he could blow up in Jackie's face. They can't keep avoiding this.

He finds that Marvin had moved to his room to keep messing with whatever trick he's been struggling with recently. Jackie knocks on the door and Marvin cracks it open, just wide enough so that Jackie can see his face. He doesn't even say anything, just gives Jackie a pointed look that tells him to hurry up and get it over with.

"We need to talk," okay, that's a horrible start. Jackie anxiously brushes a hand through his hair. "We can't keep doing this, avoiding problems and never accepting help. It's not healthy," he sighs. He really hopes Marvin understands, but sometimes it's hard getting things through that thick skull of his.

Marvin lets out a sad chuckle. "It's just what we do, isn't it? Running headfirst into walls before thinking about going around," he shrugs, and before Jackie could ask what he means he shuts the door again.

Jackie is left standing there. He feels alone and lost. He has no idea what to make of Marvin's response, whether he's content with their current situation or if he's just too tired to try and change it for the better, or something entirely different even. Jackie wishes this was just a bad dream he could wake up from, or a fairy tale so that he could snap his fingers and make it all okay again.

Marvin is within arm's reach, just on the other side of the door, yet he feels miles away. It's not an entirely new feeling, Marvin does get distant from time to time, but this time it really scares Jackie. It puts an unwelcome ache in his bones, the fear that he's alone and doesn't know what to do.

He's scared. Both for himself and for Marvin.

That night Jackie hears it again. The thuds, the muffled cries – he knows, it settles painfully in his chest, that Marvin is having nightmares again. It's the third time just this week. He rolls over to his back and stares at the ceiling, or as much as he can see from it in the darkness at least. He wants so badly to get up and go over to Marvin's room to comfort him, but at the same time he isn't sure if he even should. That hurts to think about, too, how just a day ago Jackie would have rushed to check on Marvin and hold him until he calmed down regardless of Marvin's stubborn nature, and now he's here doubting if that would be the correct choice. It hurts.

He mentally kicks himself for even making that a dilemma. Marvin is stubborn and proud, but Jackie still loves him all the same. He can't just sit around while Marvin is hurting and needs his help.

He's just about to jump out of bed and make his way to Marvin's room, not even noticing the absence of noises, when his door opens. It's Marvin, standing in the doorway and holding onto the door for support, shaking and crying silently. Jackie almost trips over his own feet in his hurry to run to him and hug him. Marvin clings to him weakly as soon as he gets within his reach.

He half leads, half carries Marvin to the bed, because he's so shaky he can barely stand on his feet. Jackie keeps whispering to him. "It's okay, I'm here, you're okay, you're safe, it's okay..."

Marvin curls against him as soon as they sit down on the bed, hiding his face in Jackie’s shoulder as he cries. Jackie holds him close and rocks the both of them, back and forth, back and forth. He doesn’t stop talking for a moment, whispering reassurance over Marvin’s sobs and whimpers. After a while Marvin seems to calm down and he pushes himself away, breathing deep to calm himself. He doesn’t get far before crying takes him over again and he collapses back against Jackie. Jackie rocks him and mumbles over and over again that it’s okay, they’re okay, he’s got him and everything is going to be fine.

Marvin eventually runs out of tears and of breath. He remains holding onto Jackie, heaving tiredly and still shaking. An annoying voice at the back of Jackie’s mind nags at him, tells him that this is exactly what he’s been afraid would happen.

Except it isn’t. Because Marvin came to him on his own.

“Hey? Any better?” Jackie asks gently, burying his nose into Marvin’s hair tiredly. He can’t lie to himself, he’d love to just fall asleep like this. When he feels Marvin weakly hum and nod, he plants a kiss onto his head.

“You know, I...” Marvin speaks unexpectedly, his voice small and shaky. He shudders as he takes a deep breath. “I do need your help. I need you. And I do know that, I just...” he’s rambling, he knows he is, but it’s late and he’s tired and Jackie holding him like this just feels so nice, and he can’t stop himself. “I don’t wanna burden you when you already have...so much to deal with. And I don’t want to accidentally hurt you, with all my freaky nightmares and magic and all that,” his voice cracks and he does his best not to start crying again. He presses himself closer to Jackie. “I should be able to deal with all of this on my own, but...but I’m not.”

Jackie doesn’t know how to respond. There’s just too much to say. He squeezes Marvin for a moment, enjoying having him in his arms so much, and then he pushes him a little farther away. Marvin looks like a mess, a beautiful mess in Jackie’s eyes but a mess nonetheless. Jackie presses a kiss to his forehead, his bare forehead, no mask, just Marvin and his scars.

“We can talk about this in the morning, okay?” he asks softly. He knows he had been the one finding this more urgent than anything, but right now they’re both sleepy and not at all emotionally stable. They will need clear minds and daylight to sort this out.

Marvin agrees. They go to sleep together.

Jackie is slow to wake up. It’s the perfect start to the best kind of morning, feeling sunshine through his eyelids and a warm body curled next to his. He moves closer, pulling Marvin against himself more and he feels Marvin laugh.

He cracks his eyes open just for a moment, then presses his nose against Marvin’s neck and mumbles into his skin. “Morning, sunshine.”

He feels Marvin laugh again. This is perfect.

Marvin holds him tight and runs a hand up and down his spine, and in his sleepy, blissful daze Jackie wishes the moment would last forever.

He can feel Marvin sigh. “Why can’t everything just be this easy and perfect?”

And it’s over. That sentence successfully wakes Jackie up, making him remember last night and the day before, and all the things they have to sort out. Cuddling is great, but since Marvin just had to go and open a can of worms in the middle of it all Jackie cannot blissfully ignore the problem any longer.

Jackie sits up and stretches, his spine straightening with a satisfying pop. He can feel Marvin shifting too, but he doesn’t make any moves to get up himself.

“Alright,” Jackie leans back on his hands and looks down at Marvin, still stubbornly buried between the sheets but very much awake. “We seriously need to talk.”

Marvin only gives him a look at means “okay then, you start”.

And so Jackie starts. “We can’t keep doing this. You can’t go around fighting all your demons on your own. I just...I can’t watch as this happens to you. I want to help you. I love you, damn it,” he rubs his hands over his face, not noticing the shocked look Marvin gives him. It’s a little strange when he thinks about it, because sure they’ve been sharing a house for a good while now, they give each other occasional kisses and they cuddle and they don’t necessarily sleep in their own bed every single night but...love confessions? That was an entirely new thing to happen. But Jackie doesn’t even seem to notice. “We both need each others’ help, okay? We gotta learn that. It’s not easy, I know, but we have to.”

Marvin nods in understanding when Jackie looks towards him for approval. He knows Jackie must have had these thoughts for a long while now, so he lets him talk. Jackie needs to get this out of his system.

“Getting help doesn’t make you weak or any bit less or a burden,” Jackie continues. “You...you’re not a burden, okay? Don’t ever think you are. And you’re strong, really strong, I know that too, I just...” he runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. “I want to help you, because you don’t have to do this alone. And...neither do I.”

When Jackie leans forward and props his chin up on his hands, Marvin knows he’s done. He looks so tired, too, and not the “just woken up and wanna cuddle” kind of tired.

Marvin lets himself think for a moment. What Jackie had said hit him pretty hard and now he needs to gather his thoughts. He knows Jackie doesn’t want to mess up and neither does he.

“Okay, first of all,” he groans as he sits up and his joints are forced back to work. He rolls his shoulders and moves to sit closer to Jackie, who watches him curiously. “I love you, too,” he leans forward and pulls Jackie into a kiss before he could lose his courage. Jackie makes a shocked little sound in the back of his throat before he all but melts and Marvin chuckles against his lips. A proper kiss. Now that’s another thing they haven’t done before. When they pull apart, Jackie is wearing a happy, dopey grin and Marvin playfully smacks his shoulder, laughing. “And secondly,” he lets his voice turn serious again. “You’re right. I need to learn to let you help me...and you need to let me help you, too. You can’t run around saving people and getting hurt all the time and then taking care of yourself all on your own. Let me do it. Let me help,” he smiles. “I’ll let you help me and you let me help you, huh? We can take care of each other.”

The grin is back on Jackie’s lips the moment Marvin finishes talking. “That sounds like a deal to me.”

Marvin laughs. “It is a deal then.”

They smile at each other for a moment like some sleepy, lovesick idiots. They’re goofing off and joking about it now, but they both know under it they’re being serious. It’s a completely serious agreement, a promise to try and do better, and they both want to keep it.

“Okay, can we seal the deal with breakfast though? I’m starving,” Jackie cocks his head to the side with a playful expression. “Pancakes?”

“Hmm, sure,” Marvin stretches again and stifles a yawn. “We have waffles in the cupboard though.”

Jackie’s eyes widen as if Marvin had just told him the way to some incredible treasure. “Waffles?”

“Yes, Jackieboy, we have waffles,” laughs Marvin. He thanks his lucky stars for blessing him with such a lovable idiot.

“I vote waffles then! I’m too lazy to make pancakes right now.”

“You lazy bum,” Marvin teases, poking him in the side. “Waffles it is then.”

“What are we waiting for then?” Jackie cheers with over-the-top enthusiasm. He’s being a big dork, but it’s making Marvin laugh so it’s definitely worth it. “Waffle time!”

Jackie tumbles off the bed, tripping over his own feet in his hurry, and Marvin watches him in amusement. He tugs Marvin up too, then makes to let go and get his glasses, but Marvin grabs his hand. Jackie stops, a little flustered and a bit more confused.

Marvin gives him a shy smile and pulls out a red rose from behind his back. An old magic trick, nothing spectacular as far as execution goes, but Marvin hopes the gesture is genuine and cheesy enough to make Jackie happy. From the way Jackie’s face turns almost as red as the rose, Marvin guesses it worked. He laughs, pressing a kiss to Jackie’s cheek that only deepens his blush.

Then he pulls away, grinning, and takes off towards the kitchen. “Move or I’m not leaving you any waffles, slowpoke!”

Jackie takes another fond look at the rose in his hand before he follows him, shouting jokingly about how he will move all of Marvin’s belongings to the highest shelves in the house if he does that.

They have a long way to go, they are both aware of that. Learning to ask for help is one of the hardest things to do, but they’re going to get there. One day they will, they just have to give it time. But the point is that they’re both willing to work on it, if anything because they love each other.

#marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #marvelsepticeye #fanfiction #jacksepticeye #writing #no idea if 5+1 fics are cringey or over or whatever and i've never written one before but i find it a really good format #that's very pleasant to work with at least for me #look at that cheesy ass sappy ending #sorry for any mistakes i wrote this whole thing today somehow so there might be some at the end #i love. writing. relationship. development.

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borathae · 3 years

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“Somehow sharing each others' biggest insecurities made you feel like you grew even closer, like now that all cards are on the table, nothing can really stop you from experiencing the other in the most intimate of ways.”

~ Requested by one lovely anonie ~

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, new relationship!AU

Warnings: you are both really insecure about your own bodies, body worship, loving praises, oral (f.receiving), thigh riding, they are so fond of each other :(

Wordcount: 6.4k

a/n: I’m in a sensitive state lately jsjsjs Jungkook owns my entire heart like serioulsy I need to stop writing about him before I have to cry myself to sleep lmaoaooa 😔 lol joking, although seriously ikd what it is about Kookie that brings out my inner, far too cheesy romantic, but jsjsj I can’ heLP IT I JUST WANNA SHOWER THIS MAN IN LOVE ᶦ'ᵐ ˢᵃᵈ

Ever since you have been with Jungkook, you never really had sex all out in the open. Either you had the lights out, using one single candle as your only source of illumination or if you were feeling especially brave you used the dimmed morning light. And on the rarest of all rarest occasions of having sex with the lights on, you insisted the two of you did it under the blanket. You haven’t been with Jungkook for a very long time. Two months and nineteen days to be exact. You guys didn’t have lots of sex yet, so he hadn't really adressed that weird habit of yours qs of now. You are very grateful for that, but you also knew that the day would come he mentions it.

Today was that day. Jungkook had been in a mood the entire day. You were planning to stay the night over at his place - a first - and he had been excited for it all day. Preparing dinner together and a movie night is what you had planned, the perfect cozy date indeed. Jungkook however had not so subtly been horny the entire day. First in the supermarket when he couldn't resist from grabbing your ass in the middle of the isle. Then when you prepared dinner together and he couldn't resist from sneaking his hands up the front of your sweater to rest them on your boobs. Then when you ate dinner and he couldn't resist from dragging his foot up the inside of your thigh with a seductive little smirk on his lips. And now on the sofa when he can't resist from burying his face in your neck and purring all sexily.

"Mhm you smell so good baby", he murmurs, tickling your skin with the tip of his nose.

You shiver, eyes threatening to close.

"Jungkook look, that part is so cute. You shouldn’t miss it", you tell him. This isn’t all excuses for you, the movie you had chosen to watch was one of your shared favourite movies. The Notebook. Totally cheesy, dripping with romance and with a sappy ending. It is the perfect movie to watch with him and you want him to experience it with the same enthusiasm you are.

Jungkook hums, hand sneaking under your sweater again.

"Mhm I know this part already. Just wanna cuddle", he says, caressing your stomach with the tips of his warm fingers. He kisses your neck, just once, but it is enough to make you sigh.

"Baby come on. I can't concentrate if you keep doing that", you whine quietly, moving your neck away just slightly.

Jungkook doesn’t care about your complaints. He simply cuddles closer to you and presses another kiss to your neck, a far needier one than the first.

"Concentrate on me instead", he suggests, dancing his fingers up your torso until he reaches your breasts. You aren’t wearing a bra today, because it is more comfortable like that and boy oh boy does this make Jungkook’s poor little body spiral. He loves it when he has instant access to his most favourite part of your body. And he also loves how your tits look so perky underneath a shirt. Not so almost-too-perfect-in-place like they do in a bra, but all bouncy and slightly uneven and just so perfectly soft. It's so beautiful (and sexy) in his eyes.

He drags his thumb over your left nipple gently until it grows hard. You shudder, head threatening to roll against the sofa at the feeling.

"Kookie p-please the movie's so good right now. I wanna watch it", you insist. This is more of an excuse by now. You are just scared that he might go so far that there is no way of stopping him. Which means you would have to have sex with him, here on his couch without a blanket to cover yourself up and with the lights far too bright to hide your body in the shadows. Holy shit that would mean he would have the perfect view of your vagina and you hate nothing more than her.

Jungkook whines, cupping your left breast with more vigour as he leaves a kiss right on the spot under your ear. It is your most sensitive spot and he knows that. He hasn't slept with you for a long time, but this is what he had realised already. It always manages to make you moan and arch your back. Tonight is no exception.

"Jungkook…"

Just from the sound of your voice he knows that he had won you over. Now it all depends on how good he can turn you on and Jungkook likes to argue that he is pretty good in it.

"We'll watch it tomorrow", he assures you, meaning the movie which is a mere background noise in his ears by now.

He sits up just enough so he could cup your cheek and turn your head to kiss you. Your eyes fall closed, fingers falling to his chest to hold onto the collar of his oversized hoodie. Jungkook is a really great kisser, maybe even the best you ever had. Somehow he never tastes weird, always really nice, almost minty, except in the morning but for a peculiar reason you kind of really like the taste of Jungkook in the morning. His lips also always seem to be soft, except for when he comes back from his evening run and they are all chapped from the cold wind, but somehow you really like that because that means that you can kiss him deeply until they are soft again. Kissing him is the best feeling in the universe. Yes universe, that's how great you think his kisses are.

Jungkook has his arm around you by now holding you close as his other hand continues fondling with your breasts. Your legs are resting on his lap, knees ever so often stroking over his growing erection. The movie is a mere whisper in your ears by now, the sounds Jungkook makes are far more important. He isn’t the loudest of lovers, almost shy in the sounds he does allow to escape. If you expect loud screams and screeches of ecstasy you are at the wrong address with Jungkook. Little hums, soft gasps, the occasional whimper and quiet moans are more his style. He sounds really sexy if one asked you, especially because he somehow always manages to make them at the most perfect times. Like he wanted to rile you up even more with them.

Jungkook breaks the kiss so you both could get some air into your lungs again. Your forehead is resting against his, your fingers caressing his collarbones. You are so turned on just from kissing him.

"Baby I want you", you pant, pressing your body closer.

"I want you too, but baby?"

That but made you anxious. It means he is going to suggest something over which you may have no control over. Like him wanting to see your vagina. Dear lord no.

"...yes?"

"Can we try something else tonight?" he asks, raising his head to look into your eyes.

You are almost bursting in nervousness as your eyes meet. You know what he is going to suggest and it scares you already.

"W-what do you want to try?"

"I want to see you, all of you and with the lights on", he says excitedly, giving your sides a little squeeze.

"Ah Jungkook I don’t know…" you look to the side, "do we have to?"

"We don't have to do anything. I just-" he shrugs his shoulders, "-I would love to see you all naked. It would be so hot."

"Believe me it wouldn't."

At that Jungkook furrows his brows in distaste.

"What? Don't say that", he insists sternly.

"Sorry", you murmur, lowering your head as embarrassment makes your cheek feel like they are burning.

"Hey ___ why are you saying that? You are so beautiful", Jungkook says, voice laced in worry. He cups your cheek and tilts your head up. You look between his worried eyes, cheeks heating up even more.

"Because…" you pause. This is going to be so embarrassing to say, but Jungkook needs to know or else he'll never understand. You take a deep breath and close your eyes.

"I'm scared that you'll laugh when you see my vagina."

Jungkook blinks in confusion, having wanted to laugh in disbelief but stopping himself in the last moment. This obviously took a lot of courage for you and he would never laugh at something like that.

"Why would I laugh when I look at your vagina? I bet you look really sexy down there", he says, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"It's just that-", you hide your face behind your hands, groaning, "-ah this is so awkward to talk about." You aren’t joking when you say that you wished for the ground to swallow you whole.

"I won't judge you", Jungkook assures you, voice filled with honesty and fondness.

"Promise me?" you ask quietly, eyes racing between his'.

"I promise you", he assures you, nodding his head.

"Okay so…" one last deep breath, "...my, uhm, labias are like very uneven and uhm, kind of stick out and uhm, especially when I'm turned on they get all uhm, weird and uhm yeah."

"And you’re worried that I'd be weirded out by them?"

You nod your head, lowering your eyes.

"Yeah", your voice is merely above a whisper.

"But I won’t. I think you’re really sexy and whenever I fingered you or penetrated you I thought how amazing your pussy feels. I really like your vagina, I mean it", he assures you, strengthening his claim by kissing your lips tenderly.

His gesture and words make you giggle shyly, shoulders rising to your ears. And yet you still aren't convinced completely.

"You're just saying this", you murmur but Jungkook shuts you up with another kiss before you can talk even more untrue shit about yourself.

He lays you down on the sofa, making himself comfortable on top of you as he continues kissing you. He is doing this to distract you from your negative thoughts and honest speaking it is really working.

It is not long and your legs part slightly and your fingers pull him closer by his neck.

He is so heavy and warm on top of you, it feels so good. He is like your own personal shield against those negative thoughts and as long as he is on top of you and his body is grinding against yours, they can't hurt you.

His hand slips under your sweater again, punching it up as he goes. He sighs, cupping your right breast as he flicks his tongue over your lips. Your back arches slightly, heat pooling at your entrance. His touches are like heaven, but goddamn the thoughts still remain.

"Wait", you push him off of you, "I really don't know Jungkook…"

"Mhm I understand", Jungkook says, nodding his head in understanding, "well I think you’re really sexy. Feel it", he says, grinding his bulge against your core, "you make me so hard."

"I know, I know that I do, but ugh", you groan, then shake your head, "it's fine let's continue. I'm just being dramatic", you say, wanting to pull him back onto your mouth but he doesn’t let you.

"No baby", he sits up, "you don’t have to force yourself to do something you're not comfortable with", he insists, caressing your hips soothingly, "we can watch the movie instead, okay? Anything that makes you feel comfortable."

"But…" you look to your side, "you're gonna call me crazy, but now that you know my insecurity I feel weird just watching a movie because I feel like you're going to think about my uneven labias the entire movie and imagine the weirdest shapes and ugh I don’t know…"

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, thinking hard. He even has this deep crease between his brows, he always gets it when he thinks just that extra hard. His fingers still caress your hips, a constant reminder that he was there for you in this awkward situation.

"Well", he begins, "how about I tell you my biggest insecurity so we're equal and then we can decide from there what we want to do next?"

"You would do that?"

Jungkook nods, sending you a reassuring smile.

"You don't hav-" you start only to be silenced by Jungkook.

"I really hate my stomach!!" he blurts out, having to take a deep breath afterwards.

Your eyes feel like they grew five times in size. He hates his stomach? His stomach, one of the sexiest parts of his body? His stomach, that feels so soft to the touch and looks so good when he is taking a shower and water runs down the ridges of his muscles. His stomach that you sometimes caught yourself gawking at when he is wearing especially waist defining pants? It is one of your favourite parts of his body and all this time he hated it?

"You do?"

"Yeah", Jungkook lowers his head, "I just really hate it because I look at all the other guys in the gym and they all have those thick muscles and my waist's so skinny compared to theirs. I look like a child next to them", he mumbles, fumbling with the waistband of your sweats nervously.

"But…" you sit up, placing your hands on his arms, "...I think you have the sexiest stomach and I love the way your waist makes the clothes fit on your body", you assure him.

Jungkook looks to the side, chuckling nervously.

"Thank you, I guess."

"I really mean it", you say, closing the distance between you and him. You sit down on his lap, wrapping your arms around your neck.

"You're perfect Jeon Jungkook", you whisper, tilting his head up by his chin and then you kiss him with the same neediness he kissed you before.

Now you are his shield against all those negative thoughts, sitting there on his lap and protecting him of all the insecurity wanting to creep up on him.

Jungkook sighs, hands instantly finding their home on your naked back. He presses you closer, shivering in the way you play with his hair. He really likes it when you play with his hair. He has a really sensitive scalp and your fingers feel like paradise on it. You had figured that out already and playing with his hair while you are making out became one of your favourite things to do.

Your kisses turn needier as your bodies press closer. You had started to roll your hips over his growing bulge, eliciting needy gasps and groans from both of you. Somehow sharing each others' biggest insecurities made you feel like you grew even closer, like now that all cards are on the table, nothing can really stop you from experiencing the other in the most intimate of ways.

Jungkook is the one to break the kiss, breathing heavily as he gazes up at you with blown out eyes.

"Do you want to try?" he asks, playing with the waistband of your sweats.

"I think I do. Do you want to try?" you answer him, ghosting your fingers over his stomach.

"Yes, I think I do."

"Okay", you smile, "uhm so…"

You grab the edge of your sweater and pull it over your head. It ruffles your hair in the process, one shake of your head and it is fixed. The sweater lands on Jungkook floor with a low thump, but you both don’t really register it anymore. Jungkook is too mesmerised by your bared chest and you are far too mesmerised by Jungkook being so mesmerised. You really like your boobs, even if they are a little uneven and when you are on your period a lot more saggy than usual. But you think this is what makes them your perfectly imperfect and sexy tits.

Jungkook likes them too, again if one asked him he isn’t just a fan of them but a whole goddamn aircon. At least that's what he told you one night and it made you laugh so hard you ended up not having sex because nothing in this world was able to stop your wheezing.

"I really love your boobies", he says quietly, "can I touch them?"

"Yes you can touch them", you answer him, playing with his hair at the back of his neck.

Jungkook drags his hands up your stomach until he arrives at the swell of your breasts. He cups them almost tentatively, watching your face for a reaction. Your pupils dilate, he could watch it happen. Soft squeezes and gentle rubs. Jungkook is a really tender lover. Passionate too. But he is never rough or overly aggressive. You really like this about him. You like how he always makes sure that you are as prepared for him as much as you could, even if that takes two hours. You like how he always asks before he touches you at a new spot or takes the next step. You like how his hands feel on your body and gow soft his palms are, as if they held all of his fondness for you in them. You also really like how he always seems to improve, as if he was constantly studying your body and remembering your favourite spots for later.

Jungkook’s breath fans over your skin, his lips mere inches away from your nipple.

"May I?"

"Please yes."

Jungkook flicks his tongue over your swollen bud, mirroring the gesture with his finger on the other side. When this elicits a soft moan from you he finally wraps his lips around it. Teeth, like a feather, graze over your skin. Then a tender suck and a flick of his tongue.

"Feels really nice", you encourage him, closing your eyes. You comb your fingers through his hair, hips grinding over his lap lazily.

Jungkook comes up for air, eyes gazing up at you with a sparkle glimmering in them. He litters your chest with open mouthed kisses as he makes his way over to your other breast. Goosebumps rise where he kisses you. It just feels so nice.

Jungkook repeats what he had done on your other nipple. Slow flicks of his tongue, a teasing bite then a tender suck. His hand is massaging your other breast in the meantime, fingers feeling like heaven on your skin.

"I really like that", you gasp, soaking through your panties. You grind down on his thigh harder, the movements stay the same but the added pressure sends a shiver through your body.

Jungkook can feel the shiver, it makes his dick throb in his sweats. He raises his head, hands falling to your waist.

"Do you like riding my thigh?" he genuinely asks, as this is something you haven’t done before. He helps you with the movements, basking in the way the muscles in your back feel as the tense and relax rhythmically.

"I do, you h-have really sexy thighs", you say, fingers falling from his hair to rest on his chest instead. With Jungkook’s help the feeling got a lot more intense. It is a numb, hot kind of sensation, one that builds up slowly. It's your favourite type of pleasure.

"You think my thighs are sexy?"Jungkook sounds surprised.

"Yeah, so muscular and thick. So sexy", you choke out, another shiver runs through your body.

Jungkook flexes his thigh, eyes growing big at the way you moaned at the sensation. He repeats what he had done before. You moan, twisting your fingers in the soft material of his jumper. Jungkook feels his dick twitch and his stomach tingle. Another repeat.

"That's it", you moan, head falling back.

Jungkook swallows to get rid of all the saliva in his mouth, lips falling open afterwards.

"This is so hot", he confesses, guiding your hips over his flexed thigh. On your way down he relaxes his muscles again, basking in the way it made you whimper.

"Yeah", is all you can answer. You can feel how hot and wet your pussy is. This is like nothing you have felt before.

Thigh riding. It was always a peculiar concept to you. Why would one use another persons leg to get off? What is the purpose of it? Those were the thoughts racing through your mind. Now that you are on Jungkook’s thigh you finally get it.

"How does it feel like?" Jungkook asks, slightly out of breath.

"Like warmth and good", you answer him, not caring how weird your sentence may have sounded.

"Sounds nice", he whispers, continuing with flexing and relaxing his thigh.

"Mhm", you agree, caressing his chest, "want to feel your skin."

"Should I take my jumper off?"

"Yeah, if you want to."

Jungkook abandons your waist, you stop moving to watch him strip. He pulls his jumper over his head and throws it onto the ground.

"Wow", you gush, eyes racing over his chest. You really like how his pecs look. Not too bulky and not too flat, just perfect. Further down his body your eyes lead you. His hands are on his stomach, covering it as good as possible.

"Oh, Kook", you look up at him. He looks so awkward and embarrassed.

"I'm alright, don’t worry about me", he assures you, voice croaky in nervousness.

"Do you want to put the jumper back on?"

"No I’m really okay, let's just continue", he insists but you shake your head.

"No baby, you don’t need to do things that make you feel uncomfortable", you say sternly.

"I'm not uncomfortable just-", he lowers his head, "-a little shy. I, I never told you but the reason w-why I always wanted to have sex in the dark was because I would have felt far too shy otherwise."

"Wait? So you didn’t even mind that we had sex in the dark?" you gasp, "I thought you were already wondering why I always wanted to have sex in the dark."

Jungkook’s eyes grow twice in size, mouth falling open.

"Wait? You wanted to have sex in the dark too? And I thought you were only doing it because you wanted to be nice to me", he gasps, "that explains your reaction of earlier. Wow I'm so stupid."

"No you’re not", you lower your eyes, "truth speaking I was in the belief that you were the one wanting to be nice to me."

For a moment you stare at the other and then you break into disbelieved laughter. So all this time Jungkook wanted sex in the dark as much as you did. So all this time you were both thinking the other only did it to be nice.

"I can’t believe that we were literally on the same page without even realising it", you chuckle.

"Right? That's so stupid", Jungkook agrees, nose scrunching up in a giggle.

"Yeah, we are both idiots."

"Yeah."

Your eyes meet, there is still a smile embedded on your features. Your hands fall onto his chest, fingers caressing his skin.

"So, uhm-", Jungkook clears his throat, "-I’m going to take my hands away and please don’t laugh."

You can feel his heart race in his chest so quickly you fear it might burst through his ribcage. He must be so incredibly nervous right now.

"I won't laugh, I promise", you assure him with a fond smile.

"Okay so", Jungkook takes his first hand away, revealing his upper stomach to you. He watches your face for a reaction, heart speeding up even more. He doesn’t even realise it but he is panting in nervousness.

He pulls his other hand away, having to grab the sofa cushion to stop himself from reaching for his stomach again.

"Wow Jungkook, you have such a beautiful stomach", you gasp, eyes sparkling.

He giggles, his nerves wouldn't be able to handle all of this otherwise.

"P-please don’t stare at it, it's so ugly", he whines, wanting to cover it again.

You stop him however, holding him by his wrists.

"You have a beautiful stomach Jeon Jungkook. Do not call it ugly", you insist with your eyebrows furrowed.

He swallows, eyes racing between yours.

"Now you may not see it that way yet and that's okay but I will not tolerate such language and will make sure that you see how goddamn sexy you are", you say sternly, the fond sparkle in your eyes letting him know that you weren’t genuinely angry at him.

"O-okay", he stutters, having to giggle again. His cheeks feel so hot by now.

"Can I show you how sexy I think you are?" you ask, voice a lot softer again.

"What do you want to do?" his throat is so dry in excitement.

"Touch it and leave little kisses. Is that alright?"

Jungkook nods, "i-it's okay."

"Okay then", you say and get off his lap, "lie down."

Jungkook does so slowly, watching you with eager eyes. What have you planned?

His couch is big enough so he can spread his legs nicely and you can still rest comfortably between them. Jungkook is really proud of his couch, it was one of the most expensive purchases he has ever made. He gets compliments about it by everyone who comes over. You complimented it too and out of all the compliments he had gotten yours felt the most special.

Your hands travel up the inside of his thighs, sending shivers down his spine.

"Tell me the second you feel uncomfortable", you say, making Jungkook nod.

You place your hand on his stomach, eyes glued to his face. He seems a little unsure what to make of the feeling yet. There is unease on his forehead but desire in his eyes. You decide to continue for now, but if those wrinkles on his forehead don’t disappear you will stop. You swirl your fingers over his stomach, up and down and up again. Goosebumps rise on his skin.

"T-that's nice", he confesses shakily, creases on his forehead becoming less.

"Yeah? How's it feel?" you ask, outlining the muscles along his ribs.

"Good", he answers you, licking over his lips, "I'm still so nervous."

"Want me to stop?" you suggest, dancing your fingers up and down his faint happy trail.

"No, it's just I-", he has to groan in pleasure, "-never let anyone do this to me before."

"And you like it?" you ask, tickling his abs most deliciously.

Jungkook shivers, legs parting slightly.

"It's good", he rasps, letting his head fall into the pillows, "so good."

"Yeah? Do you feel ready for a kiss?" you ask, outlining the ridges of his abs with two fingers.

"Please kiss me", he nods his head vigorously.

You change your position on the couch. You are resting on your stomach now, elbows on each side of his body and hands resting on his ribs.

You start off gentle, placing the lightest of kisses next to his navel.

He sucks in air sharply, holds his breath and shudders.

"Baby", is all he can say before another kiss to his stomach makes him moan.

His eyes flutter, his mouth opening and closing. As he told you earlier, he never let anyone touch his stomach before and he wasn’t ready for how good it feels. He really wasn’t. His stomach is so incredibly sensitive. He has had enough years of exploring his own body in the privacy of his bedroom to have figured that fact out already, but holy moly when you touch it, it becomes like twice as sensitive.

You kiss the spot where his v-lines meet his obliques, sucking on his skin gently as you do. Jungkook’s back arches off the cushion, his chest heaving up in a surprised gasp.

"Don't stop", he moans, fingers finding their home in your hair.

Over his lower stomach your fingers lead your lips. Soft swirls, slow kisses and tender sucks. Jungkook basks in the sensations of them. If this is how it feels to be kissed on his stomach, maybe he should consider liking it at least a little bit.

"You're so sexy", you rasp against his hip bone, dancing your fingers up his sides.

Jungkook shivers, giggling at the sensation. It made his nipples hard and his skin covered in goosebumps.

You repeat what you had done before, smiling fondly at the view. Jungkook has his nose scrunched up, lips parted in a giggled moan. He looks so happy.

"Is that good?" you ask, kissing his hip bone at the same time as you drag your fingers up his sides.

Jungkook writhes on the sofa, nodding his head vigorously as he swallows desperately.

"Yeah?" another repeat, "what if I do this to your beautiful stomach then?" you ask, swirling your tongue up the middle of his abs at the same time as you drag your fingers up.

Jungkook giggles and moans, back arching into your touch.

"I-I, shit", his voice cuts off as a shudder runs through his body, "baby, feels so good."

You hum in content and kiss down his stomach again. Your fingers follow and as you stay hovered over his navel they continue tickling his sides.

"You're so beautiful baby, I can't get enough of your sexy stomach", you whisper.

"You're making me blush", he confesses, feeling like his chest might burst.

"Mhm", you kiss his skin, smiling, "so handsome", another kiss, "so pretty", another kiss, "the most beautiful stomach ever."

"Fuck me please", he blurts out, legs wiggling on the sofa in neediness.

You almost choked on your spit upon hearing his words. This is the most vocal request he has ever made. This isn’t like him, or maybe it is and you have finally awoken a side in him he was yet too shy to let out.

"You want me to what?"

Jungkook’s face heats up, his eyes opening in panic.

"I, I", he stutters, panicking internally.

"Fuck you?" you grin darkly, "is that what you want?"

"Yeah", he croaks, nodding his head vigorously, "please."

"May I pull your pants down?"

Jungkook raises his hips wordlessly and nods. You pull his sweats and boxers down slowly, making sure his dick wouldn’t get hurt. Jungkook sighs when his cock is finally out in the open, standing loud and proud in arousal.

One heel and the other, then his pants land on the floor. You crawl back up his body, caressing his inner thighs as you do.

"I want you", you rasp.

"I want you too", he answers, eyes flitting to your sweats, "can I take yours off too?"

That clears your mind for the briefest of moments. You sit back onto your heels and start fumbling with your thumb.

"I, I guess you can", you stutter.

Jungkook sits up, placing his hand on your thigh.

"Should we get a blanket?" he suggests, the genuine concern in his voice almost making you cry.

"No that's unfair. You showed me your stomach, now it's only fair I show you my vagina", you murmur and take a deep breath, "I'm just so nervous."

"That's okay, I was nervous too", he scoots closer and cups your face, "but baby I won’t laugh. I bet your pussy is really, really sexy."

You gnaw on your lower lip for a moment. Fuck it. You trust Jungkook.

"Fine", you lay down, "I am ready."

Jungkook takes your sweats off first, leaving your panties on. He throws them onto the ground and places his hands on your hips.

"Can I show you how sexy I think you are?" he asks.

"What do you want to do?"

"Touch it and leave little kisses, just like you did."

You feel your stomach clench at that. This would be the first time you let someone go down on you. It is exciting just as much as it scares you.

"Please don’t laugh", you plead.

"I won’t laugh. In fact how about I do this first?" he says and ghosts his finger up your clothed core.

"Oh", your legs part, "yeah that's nice."

"Yeah?" he rasps, connecting his thumb with your clit, "may I kiss it?"

"Sure", you are so curious as to how this feels like.

Jungkook lies down on his stomach and holds you by your hips. He keeps his eyes connected with yours as he places the first kiss onto your clothed core. Warmth fills your veins, your legs falling open.

"Oh my god", you gasp and shiver.

Jungkook kisses you again, moaning in content. The vibrations of it send jolts of pleasure through your body. His tongue darts out, hot and wet it swirls up and down your pussy. A kiss follows, warm and needy.

"You taste so sweet", he murmurs, voice two octaves lower than normally. He grabs more of your hips and buries his face in your pussy. You writhe on the sofa, whimpering at the sensations. So this is how a mouth on your core feels like. Holy mother of sweet baby jesus have mercy.

"I want more", you are growing needy. Jungkook stops kissing you, raising his head slightly.

"Want me to take your panties off and eat you out?" he gives you a smile, "I won't laugh I promise."

"Uhm, okay please can you eat me out?" you ask shyly.

Jungkook chuckles, eyes filling with fondness.

"Gosh you are so cute. How could I say no to that?" he says, placing a quick kiss to your core. It makes your hips twitch up.

"Okay, raise your booty for me", he rasps and so you do.

Jungkook is nice enough to not look at your vagina as he takes your underwear off, keeping his eyes on your face. He discarts your panties somewhere on the floor and lies back down, eyes still glued to your face.

"I'll look at it now, alright?" he says, caressing your hips.

You swallow and take a deep breath,

"Wait!"

"Yes?"

"Promise not to break up with me afterwards."

"I promise not to break up with you", he says, grinning.

"O-okay", you nod your head, "you can look then."

Jungkook sends you a fond smile and then his eyes flit to your core. You have to press your eyes shut or else you would have died on the spot. This is so humiliating, any second now and he'll be all like "actually how about we don’t have sex tonight?"

Except he isn’t, on the contrary.

"Okay, your vagina is freaking beautiful. I don’t know what you’re on about baby", he says, voice raspy and deep, "also I don’t see any uneven labias here, just my breakfast, lunch and dinner", he says, looking up at you with a playful sparkle in his eyes.

"Oh god Kook", you have to laugh, "don't say that."

"It's the truth", he insists with a chuckle, "your pussy looks like a ten course meal if you ask me", he looks back at your core, "just look at how wet you are, I wanna taste you so badly."

"Uhm…" you clasp the sofa cushion, "do it", you force out, feeling brave.

Jungkook wastes no time. He darts his tongue out and flicks it over your clit.

"Fuck!" you can’t help but choke out, "okay this is incredible."

"I haven’t even started yet", he says cockily, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. He sucks gently, making your legs shake on their own.

"Hngngn Kook!" you blurt out, closing your legs around him.

Jungkook opens them for you, keeping his hands pressed to your inner thighs. He lets go of your clit and starts kissing down your folds. Content little moans leave him as he does, blown out eyes glued to your face.

"I shit you not, holy fuck", you groan, fingers twisting in his hair.

If you knew how good oral sex feels like, you would have done it sooner. But then, probably not. Jungkook is the first man in your life, who actually knows your secret and somehow you are glad he is. You don’t think that any of your past lovers would have reacted that lovingly to your confession.

Jungkook kisses your pussy and flicks his tongue over it, coming up for air afterwards.

"How is it?" he asks you.

"Good, so good. Holy shit so good."

"It's good for me too baby. You have the best pussy in the entire universe", he purrs and then he is back on your pussy again swirling his tongue over your clit.

The only thing you can do is moan and buck your hips into his mouth. Jungkook growls appreciatively, adding more pressure into his flicks and swirls.

Soon one of his hands leaves your thigh. He parts your folds with two fingers, teasing your entrance.

"Yes, please", you plead breathlessly.

First one finger, then the second, stretching you open most deliciously. His tongue keeps pleasuring your clit in the meantime, the moans he makes adding vibrations most addictively to the whole ordeal.

Your voice becomes high-pitched, desperate. This is unlike anything you have ever felt before. Sex can feel that good? Another person can make you feel that nice? It's unbelievable and yet it is happening right this second.

Jungkook curls his fingers inside of you, stimulating your g-spot with such expertise it makes you yelp in pleasure.

"I'm-", you twist his hair, "-cum."

Jungkook growls deeply, starting to fuck you with his fingers. He knows this will bring you over the edge. His own hips are grinding into the sofa needily, the view of you making him desperate for friction.

"Jungkook!" you yelp and then your high takes over you. Warm, no, hot. Like an explosion. Those kind of highs you’ve only ever experienced with your vibrator.

"Fuck", you groan. Jungkook actually gave you such an orgasm. With nothing but his mouth and fingers, he made you feel that good.

You pull him off of you once his tongue feels painful on your clit. Jungkook pulls his fingers free, licking them clean.

"I'm a new woman", you chuckle breathlessly, pressing your hands to your face, "god damn", you groan and laugh in disbelief.

"So you liked it?" Jungkook asks cheekily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Yes, I really liked it", you sigh in content and look down at Jungkook, "you were the first person to go down on me."

"I was?" his eyes grow big, "oh baby, I feel honoured", he coos, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You grin goofily, cupping his cheek.

"Want me to return the favour?" you ask. Sex, you are talking about sex. Because holy shit you want him so bad.

"About that", he murmurs, sitting up slowly. His stomach is covered in cum, the sofa too.

"Did you?" you laugh in disbelief.

"Hey! Don't laugh, this is going to be a bitch to clean", he pouts, which only makes you laugh harder.

"Come here and kiss me you big doofus."

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post-break up heartaches

⤷ verse 2. in the dreams that we once shared

⤷ miya osamu, bokuto koutarou

⤷ verse 1 | verse 3

⤷ play. sorrow by sleeping at last, wrong direction by hailee steinfield

commissions: open

⇢ OSAMU stays still in his seat, melancholic eyes contrasting your bright ones while you twirl around in the middle of the ballroom. he admits, your dream wedding gown fit your figure perfectly as it flowed so gracefully the more you moved. but no beauty can compare to the happiness on your face as you danced with his previous volleyball teammate; the latter having a small smile on his face, not even having a single care about the funny looks you've been getting from your distant relatives. despite the minimal expression he adorns, to someone who has known him for a long time, it's clear as day just how ecstatic suna rintaro was to declare you as his wife, just as you were to call him your husband.

that could've been us, his mind screams all throughout the time he's been in the wedding ceremony, that could've been him dancing with you. he remembers little by little— how those smiles and laughters used to be solely for him whenever you try out his new recipes, from tasty to funny, how he used to be the one suddenly dragged to dance with you, how you used to dream of being married to him. him and only him.

but time was a cruel thing. he should've known better than to keep you waiting for more than so many years with nothing but empty and broken promises. i'll be done soon, yn, you know how much this means to me, this is my dream we're talking about here. stop being selfish please— he recalls himself telling you. he fails to see the disappointment and hurt that cross your eyes, fails to protect the already fragile relationship as you say your goodbye's to him a few more arguments and weeks later— i'm sorry for holding you back, samu. make sure to reach your dreams, okay?

i'm sorry. no matter how many times he says it, your fate was already done with him. you only needed him and he couldn't even give you that.

"hey there, stranger. wanna dance for a bit?"

he looks up, blinded by your brightness that almost seemed as if it mocked his sappy mood but he nods nevertheless, taking your hands as you pull him to the dance floor. in his peripheral view, he sees suna give him a wholehearted smile.

"you should stop frowning. it doesn't suit your face you know? what did you do to my lively samu?" you huff after a few minutes of nothing but silence and awkwardness while you swayed side to side with him, pouting when he shrugs, "you're such a gloomy ass! are you still in love with me or something?"

you swear it was supposed to be a joke, something to lighten the air between you two. but how were you supposed to laugh when he replied to you in the way you least expected?

"yeah, actually, i still am."

silence engulfed the two of you as you tried to overcome your shock. and for all the years he has been with you, it was painfully obvious that the answer he hopes for will not come. not now, not ever.

"samu... it's been—"

"i know. almost 8 years, is it? i know but i can't help it, yn. how could i when you're literally all i see everywhere i look?"

you fail to give him back a reply and (un)fortunately, he feels a tap on his shoulder and immediately, he knew it was time. he lets go of your waist and turns around, heart ready to get drowned by the bitter wine he's planning to drink all throughout the night, accompanied by the tears he won't be able to let out until he comes back to his hotel room.

"congratulations on your wedding, yn."

he ignores the hollowness inside him brought about by the unfinished conversation and goes back to his seat and repeats it like a mantra: not all fairytales get their happy ending.

and much to his dismay, his was one of those that don't.

⇢ BOKUTO was a star, luminous and blinding yet always longing to be part of the galaxy that held the awe of many other people. he was a child with dreams that wander all over the world and with confidence, he wants hear it, see that same world cheer for him.

he was an enormous star but his dreams were even bigger— and as he reaches out his hand to take more of what the universe can give him, he unknowingly lets go of yours.

"you look like you've dropped a huge shit on your underwear with the way you're staring down the court," konoha comments as he takes the seat he reserved beside you, hands deep in his pocket while he does so.

you glare at him, scoffing at his vulgar choice of words, "and you look like that shit, asshole. we haven't seen each other for so long and that's how you greet me?"

he laughs out loud, opening his arms and shoving you in them, "here! is this what you wanted instead? so adorable, yn! i knew you loved me at some point!"

you let out a series of groans, struggling to get out of his hold, "no! you're so annoying, get off me!"

he cackles, releasing you as the buzz rings out throughout the whole court, signaling the beginning of the match between msby and schweiden adlers. you shift in your seat, watching the players get introduced one by one, gasping when your ex-boyfriend literally does two cartwheels in his turn. is he... serious?

"where does he think he is... some kind of circus?" konoha snickers, shaking his head in amusement. oddly, you find yourself laughing with your companion. after all, this was typical bokuto, so full of energy and surprises.

"he looks... okay. very much okay," you bitterly state, placing your chin right on your palm as your arms and elbows rested on your lap. envy envelops your whole being as you watch him lively wave to the crowds, a large grin staying on his face. you huff silently, eyes trying to look at the other players but gravity seems to be playing its tricks on you as you find yourself reverting back to his figure. you wonder if time will let you become that happy someday.

"you're not...?" the lad beside you trails off, sighing when you shake your head 'no.'

"of course not yet, aki. it's not that i still love him or anything but he's just... he was everything, you know? he's become part of all my routines and now that he's gone, it... it just feels empty. like the dreams that used to help me sleep at night suddenly went away," he nods, not pushing you to say anything further. you both knew better than to have a shameful breakdown in public.

"god, i keep forgetting that the air conditioning in here is the worst," you grumble under your breath, rubbing your hands together to keep them from freezing out... because bokuto was no longer there to keep them warm, no longer there to offer you his own hands because you both forgot your gloves at home, no longer there to blow on them as if it was effective (it distracted you both at least), no longe—

"here, give me your hand," konoha reaches out to you, palms awaiting for yours to be in contact with his. you blink, surprised by his sudden offer, along with the pink hues that dusted both sides of his cheeks.

"we can't have them becoming numb, can we? i... i want to hold these hands for a very long time, you know?" he stutters as he begins rubbing both of your hands together, successfully getting rid of the cold and providing a new warmth you never expected will come sooner. oh... it's time, huh?

"uhm... yeah... thank you," you felt your face get hot. it seems like something... rather, someone has come to distract from the coldness you've been recently feeling.

"give me your days," he coughs out, still blushing. if anything, he's flushing even more now, "i'll fill the emptiness in them... and... and i can be your dream so you can sleep tight... and you'll be mine."

you gape at him, thousands of scenes flying through your mind but all of them led to one specific scenario.

"i... i have a lot of dreams, yn! i want to become a star player, someone who everyone will look up to and cheer for! and i... i think i want to focu—"

"i get it, bo. i'll get out of your way then. thank you... for everything."

"i-i'll be your dream?"

konoha chokes on his own saliva, "y-yeah! don't make me repeat it though, do you even know how cheesy that sounds? i can't believe i just said that, god... the things you make me do, you...!"

"okay."

it was his turn to blink, "e-eh?"

"i guess this is day one then?"

"eh?! wait... we... we're dating now, right?!"

"shut up now, aki."

as his golden eyes observe the two figures sitting by the stands, bokuto wishes he could've seen sooner that you were the one he had always been dreaming of, yearning for; wishes it could be him that was holding your hands again and he swears to whoever god there is, he won't let go of them anymore.

but then again, it seems like you were finally ready to wander with someone that wasn't him— who was he to stop you from doing so?

he was just a star;

you were the whole universe,

his universe.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #osamu x reader #bokuto x reader #osamu headcanons #bokuto headcanons #haikyuu writings #haikyuu angst #miya osamu #bokuto kotaro #haikyuu fics #hq x reader #haikyuu hcs #post break-up heartaches

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The 3x08 fic I was writing in case 3x08 didn’t end with Malex goodness. It’s unedited and very raw, so be gentle.

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Michael sits next to Alex on his lowered tailgate and hands him a beer. It had been a long, stressful day, but they had managed to help Maria pull herself free from Jones and were well on their way to saving Max as well. “To a damn good day.”

They clink their bottles together and drink in silence as the sun sets behind the junkyard. There’s no space between them; Michael hadn’t cared to leave any. He’s no longer interested in hiding what he wants from the person he most wants. That being said, he still hasn’t figured out exactly what to say to Alex about the future he hopes for both of them, still too used to Alex running at the mention of any kind of permanence.

“We make a pretty good team,” Alex says, staring down at his boots.

“Don’t sound so surprised.” Michael knocks their shoulders together, pulling a smile from Alex.

“I’m not. Not really.” He takes a long drink, swipes at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Michael watches him pick at the label on the bottle and knows he’s locked in a battle with himself. Always at war, never able to find peace.

“Figured out what you’re going to do about the whole Deep Sky thing?” They need to have this conversation. Michael doubts it will go well, but they’d put it off all day in order to get shit done. And now the shit is done.

Alex shakes his head. “I know what you want me to do. It’s just not so cut and dry for me.”

“Why not?

“Because this is how I’m useful. You all have this alien connection, these alien powers. But I don’t. I’ve got resources and that’s it.” He shrugs, his chin wobbling ever so slightly as he looks off into the desert and away from Michael.

“Last I checked, Liz didn’t have any alien powers, and she’s been plenty useful.”

Alex snorts, keeping his head turned away. “You and I and the whole world know that Liz’s brain is her superpower. Hell, she gives you a run for your money in that department.” He drinks from his beer again, sets it aside. “I know I sound pathetic, but I need to be more than just a cheerleader on the sidelines, Guerin. And Deep Sky is how I can do that.”

They fall silent again, less comfortable this time, tension building steadily until Michael’s afraid Alex will bolt. He opens his mouth to say something, to say anything to keep him from running, but Alex beats him to it.

“And I know this is a demand I’m putting on myself. I get that no one requires anything more from me than just showing up and being there or whatever.” He waves his hands around vaguely, his voice strained and cracked. “You’ll love my useless ass anyway, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to love myself. You know?”

“Yeah.” And the thing is, Michael does know. He’s always struggled with self-worth and feeling like he has to earn his place. He understands that Alex has too, just maybe in a quieter way, held deep inside unlike Michael’s volatile messiness. “I can’t fix that for you.”

“I know. And I’m working on it. I promise. It’s just not going to change overnight.” He turns back to Michael, offers him a small smile now that he’s controlled his emotions somewhat.

“Well, from one self-loathing fuck to another, me too.” He returns Alex’s smile and they both grab their beers again, taking a much-needed break from too many words spoken and shared and unable to be taken back. But regardless of the tension still sitting heavy between them, Michael feels giddy, lightheaded, full of hope.

“It’s just, you know, even Ramos didn’t choose me because of any actual skill. He chose me because an alien boy batted his eyelashes at me once and I handed over my entire life to him without question. Fall in love with an alien and get full access to Deep Sky’s darkest secrets.” He laughs, derisive and sharp. “This is too much self-pity. Sorry.”

“No need for sorry. And I’m pretty sure I never batted my eyes.” Michael considers what he’s said and struggles to find better words to say what he wants to say. And maybe that’s half the reason they have so much trouble talking, trying to find the perfect words rather than just saying what they feel no matter how bullshit it sounds. “But I do think that maybe that is your superpower, no matter how cheesy it sounds.”

Alex scoffs and kicks his foot in the dirt. “My hard-on for alien ass is my superpower?”

“No, love is. I know that sounds like a line out of a sappy 90s romcom.”

“It really does.”

“But, it’s true. You love so freely, so openly, so completely that you were able to entirely change my mind about humanity. And that is power, Alex, maybe the greatest power.” Alex looks at him, brows knitted together like he doesn’t believe a single word coming out of Michael’s mouth, lips already shaped into an argument. “And your capacity for love is made all the more amazing knowing it’s something no one ever really taught you how to do. So I’ve got to give Uncle Ed some credit; he chose you for the right reasons.”

Alex’s face crumples, his eyes shine with unshed tears, and he stares down at his hands for several beats before sliding off the tailgate and taking several steps forward. Michael’s heart races, his stomach plummets because he’s said too much, gone too far, struck a nerve best left alone. He swallows hard and girds himself for Alex’s inevitable next move now that things have gotten too raw for comfort.

But Alex doesn’t run. He stays put, still and quiet, staring down at his boots and then into the distance toward the mountains. Putting his hands on his hips, he takes several loud, steadying breaths and turns back to Michael. His cheeks are tear-streaked and there’s enough emotion left on his face to take Michael’s breath away. He hasn’t run, he hasn’t hidden himself away. So Michael reaches out his hand and tugs him back onto the tailgate.

“Since I’m on a bit of a roll,” Michael starts, pausing while Alex laughs and swipes at the tears wetting his cheeks, “you were helpful today beyond merely being ‘resource guy’. You have this knack for staying cool under pressure even when I’m spiraling into an emotional mess which made you able to see things I couldn’t. And now we have an entire alien language we need to decode and last I heard, you were a pretty good codebreaker. And if Eduardo is as good a man as you think he might be, I don’t see how it should matter if you’re in Deep Sky or not. He should help you on principle.”

Alex clears his throat and laughs again, the sound music to Michael’s ears. “When did you get so good at this?”

“I’ve been attending the Kyle Valenti School for Wayward Boys. That asshole’s really quite effective and it pisses me off to admit that.”

“I hate that about him.” They grin at each other, thankful they can joke over Valenti now that he’s safe and sound and fully under Liz’s protection. “Thank you, Michael. For everything, for today. We really do make a great team.”

“We do. And that’s what we’re going to continue to be, yeah?” He looks at Alex, catching his eye and holding on, trying to communicate beyond words now.

“Yeah.” Alex holds his gaze, and Michael knows that they’re on the same page. Finally. “You can kiss me now.”

It’s Michael’s turn to scoff. “Who says I want to kiss you?”

Alex just raises a single eyebrow and fists Michael’s jacket collar tight, yanking him forward. Michael takes the direction as always, letting Alex put him right where he wants him. The kiss is soft and lingering, a simple reconnection more than their usual carnal immediacy. But they have time now, so much time.

Michael pulls back. “Kyle Valenti only wishes he were this good.”

“Shut up, Guerin.” Alex kisses him again, smiling against Michael’s lips.

#malex #malex fic #unedited and presented as is #maybe my last reunion fic ever #not even putting this on ao3

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