#my first 5k notes :DD

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Dreamworks has the best couples/relationships ever. The thing I've always admired about their couples is how mature and well-developed their relationship is. How one respects everything about their partner, gives each other time to build trust, and also helps each other become the best versions of themselves. They rarely (or even never) say "I love you" to each other because their actions are powerful enough to evoke that.

Also: the characters individually are some of the most well-developed characters in animation (yeah, I said it).

So yeah, these are just my thoughts. I just adore DW's characters and ships.

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I absolutely loved your latest tae fic!!! I would like to please request slight yandere jungkook with slight dd/lg please :)

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pairing: yandere! jungkook x f! reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au ||

summary: just you and your high-school sweetheart.

word count: 5k

tags/ warnings: slight (i think it’s more than slight) ddlg, fluff, briefly mentioned death/ murder, smut in the forms of : unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), cumming in panties, masturbation, dom! jk, crybaby sub! reader, oral (m! receiving), grinding against a foot, dick riding, doggy, creampie, multiple orgasms, dildos, there’s a tentacle dildo mentioned too, squirting, cock slut reader, jks kinda mean as well in some parts and idk where it came from, dacryphilia

notes: ahh i’m glad you liked it! and here i present ~ yandere bf jungkook! i hope this is okay! i found this a lot harder than i thought i would so i hope this is what was wanted this is also like 30% plot and the rest just them fucking :’)

request rules can be found here || my masterlist

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You’re unsure of when you and Jungkook had gotten together; the lines between romance and friendship always a little too blurry for you to differentiate between the two.

Even in the beginning it seemed neither of you could get enough of each other. Drawn to one another like two opposite ends of a magnet.

Jungkook however, knew the exact day, hell, the exact hour he first laid his eyes on you; of course he knew. He knew everything about you. He knew everything about you before you even knew he existed.

That might be a little dramatic but neither of you had ever spoken before, you shared a few classes and Jungkook doubts you’d ever looked in his direction, let alone gossip about him like a few of your classmates did about the boys in your grade. He doubted you even knew his name.

It was meant to be a meagre high-school crush. He was only meant to watch you from afar, maybe be frisky and become one of many secret admirers on valentine’s day; though he knows you never read the letters that piled up in your locker—and just wish for the day he worked up the courage to talk to you.

Fantasies only seemed to get him so far. Perfect for when his cock throbbed at the mere idea of being in the same room as you, with your skirt that would be so easy just to flip up as he fucked you from behind over the teacher’s desk; but he wanted the real thing.

He’ll admit, he wasn’t the best looking when the two of you first met. Not like now, his body permanently inked with his own art, a plethora of piercings that you frown about when he comes home with a new one. Nothing a sweet, soft kiss couldn’t fix from your doting boyfriend.

It’s not that you didn’t like them, you loved toying with the delicate earrings that would dangle, caress his neck in the way you like to; it was fact that many of them would have hurt.

You liked to deny it, waving Jungkook off when he would tease you about it, but you were a little bit of a crybaby.

Okay, maybe not a little.

But you’d always been like that.

Ever since the moment Jungkook had first found you.

You’d silently cry while reading, and he wonders if the story was really all that sad, or maybe your heart is too soft for the world. And that you just needed someone to hold you as you felt such big emotions. Nothing too overwhelming for someone as delicate as you.

Faking confidence was easier than Jungkook had initially expected. Something fabricated suddenly turning to reality the more he convinced himself that he was worth your love. That he’d worked hard for it and that no one else would ever be able to take care of you the way he knew he could. Knew he would.

He believed there was a special formula when it came to you. A set way in which you needed to be cared for and Jungkook happened to be the perfect person to carry that out.

Neither of you really had friends during high-school, both flitting from groups of people, hoping that maybe you’d fit in. Moulding yourselves around others interests and personalities; never truly yourselves when surrounded by others.

And maybe that’s why you were so perfect for each other.

It must have been fate, the day assigned seating was introduced into the history class. A spontaneous decision on your teachers part, and Jungkook’s final little push to start whatever the two of you now had.

You didn’t talk much, not that Jungkook minded. He knew you liked to listen, and so he filled the silence for the both of you. He learnt you liked writing and drawing with black ink rather than blue, and maybe that’s why so many of his tattoos lacked colour. Each delicate line reminding him of your time spent together as teenagers.

He knew he wanted tattoos the moment you’d started to draw on the palm of his hands during class. You’d always been a little fidgety, needing something to toy with, always fiddling.

And maybe that’s where this all started. A way for him to meander you in the direction he needed you. Pliant and Pretty. Moulding you into his perfect princess that would do nothing more than be subdued and malleable.

He learnt you liked soft things, your fingers running over the fabric of a sweater his mother had bought for his birthday, commenting on how you liked the texture. Pulling his arm to your face so you could rub the fabric against your cheek during lunch.

You didn’t question it when it suddenly appeared in your bedroom. Neatly folded on your desk the night after Jungkook had come round. Nor had you bothered to wash it and give it back. Liking the way it smelled like your best friend, a silent comfort for when you slept; like Jungkook was laying beside you.

And so he slowly started swapping out his wardrobe; pulling you around the mall so he could get your opinion on certain textures of fabrics. Over the years his style changed, but one thing always stayed the same; if you liked the texture, so did he.

Days of being friends slowly melted into months and years. The two of you attending different colleges and meeting new people.

That didn’t change much though.

Jungkook had gotten a job, working overtime in a shitty convenience store while you helped in a worn down family restaurant on weekends. You think maybe that was the hardest time for the both of you.

But no matter how many new people approached you or Jungkook. How many times men and women alike had stuttered out a confession to said male, you always found yourself back with him. Little red string of fate pulling the two of you back to one another each time you were apart.

By the time your last year of university rolled around, the two of you had saved up enough to move into a cruddy one bedroom apartment together, and maybe that’s when everything had felt right.

Even as you both worked, spent hours in class, you’d still come home to one another at the end of the day.

Jungkook would cook on a Saturday, boxing up lunches and dinners for the week so the two of you could spend as much time together as humanly possible. So evenings could be spent in the bedroom, huddled under blankets instead of hauled up in the dingy kitchen that was more a closet than anything else.

A few of his friends would asked him, if you were really worth the trouble. If your cunt was good enough, if the sex was that mind blowing that he marched around like a dog for you.

He would always brush them off, never telling them that he hadn’t gotten a taste of your sweet little pussy just yet. Because they didn’t need to know. The very thought of them imagining you naked was enough for him to clench his jaw tight, teeth grinding until it hurt.

And maybe that’s where something changed inside of Jungkook.

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He hadn’t meant to kill them.

He was only meant to scare them enough they never let your name linger on the tips of their tongues, spat like venom when you were nothing more than sweet, smooth honey.

Hadn’t meant to be home late to you when he knew you wanted to watch a movie with him that evening. Excited because the old woman that you worked for had given you a cake in thanks for all your help around the shop.

It had been one snide comment too far and Jungkook felt something inside of him snap.

And so he snapped the fucker���s neck, burning his body before anyone could notice he’d gone missing.

Jungkook didn’t feel bad about what he did, relived that your name could no longer be uttered by such filth.

A similar fate had followed to the countless others that started to confess to you. Motives too vulgar for someone as precious as you.

This wasn’t high school anymore and one quick social media check was enough for Jungkook to know that all these men wanted was your body.

Jungkook wasn’t like that.

You’d cried one night, wondering why your new group of friends slowly dwindled to nothing but yourself. And Jungkook had been there as your tears soaked into his shirt.

You hadn’t understood why all of them moved away without telling you. Why they all suddenly seemed to leave half way through the semester.

You’d asked Jungkook if there was something wrong with you.

He’d cradled you so gently that night, whispered promises that you were beyond perfect and maybe those so-called friends of yours were the real problem.

“You’ll stay with me forever, right” you’d rubbed your cheek against the bare skin of Jungkook’s chest.

“Of course, baby” he smooths a hand through your hair, “Just you and me forever”

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You liked that Jungkook always seemed to know what you were feeling, and you didn’t even have to tell him.

You liked that Jungkook never judged you, even when those around you would give you weary looks.

It had started with clothes.

How nothing you wore seemed to bring you much joy anymore. Dull shirts that your parents would buy for birthdays and christmases, the obligation to kind of like them because your family had spent their hard earned money on the tatty looking fabric.

You remember crying.

A little temper tantrum one evening when you were sick of it all.

Maybe it was just a bad week.

Hell, it had been a bad few weeks.

Jungkook was working overtime, you were behind on assignments and you just wanted to be held by your best friend.

You hadn’t heard when Jungkook had slipped into the apartment, socked feet nothing more than a dull thump on the wooden floor as he wandered into back bedroom.

You’d looked up at him in nothing more than your underwear and Jungkook had cooed, bending down in-front of you as he cradled your head to his chest.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he soothes, pulling you to straddle his thighs.

You hiccup, Jungkook taking a peek at all your clothes scattered across the bedroom floor.

“I don’t feel good in any of it” you snivel, a fresh wave of pearly little tears coating your cheeks.

“You can wear my stuff if you don’t like the texture, baby”

“Not the problem” you slump against him further, “wanna feel cute”

“You are cute” he smiles, pulling your head from his chest from the back of your neck. And he can only compare you to a delicate little kitten.

You pout.

“How about we buy you some new clothes? I’ve got some cash left over from last month” he smiles down at you, pressing a feather light kiss to your temple.

You blink up at Jungkook, lips parting when he slips his thumb inside of your mouth. Instinctively, you begin to suck before nodding your head.

“Thank you, kookie” you muffle, Jungkook’s dick twitching in his sweats as your tongue runs over the pad of his thumb.

“Isn’t it weird?” you asked him as he threw a pleated skirt into the basket, finger running over his bottom lip as he riffles through another rack of clothes.

“What’s weird?” he doesn’t turn to you, but he can hear the frown in your voice.

He throws a glance over his shoulder when you don’t say anything.

“Answer me, doll”

You fidget, fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt.

“Aren’t these things too…” you trail off, eyes flirting to the array of pastel clothes Jungkook had helped you pick out—all soft and ever so girly, you didn’t feel pretty or dainty enough to wear any of them—“childish?” you whisper, but Jungkook hears.

“It’s not weird if you like them, baby” he chuckles, flinging an arm around your shoulder as he leads you to the back of the store.

“You’ve been a good girl today, how about a treat” he nudges you towards the shelves of little stuffed toys.

You turn back to him, brows furrowing, but all he does is give you an encouraging nod.

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He remembers the way you’d stumbled a little outside the toy store on one trip to the mall; looking for new furniture for your new apartment.

Your eyes wide with wonder at the display case, every animal you could imagine waiting to be stuffed and loved.

“Do you want one?” he’d asked.

You looked like a deer caught in headlights.

He’d frowned when you’d shaken your head.

“No, i’m fine. Thank you, kookie” you’d smiled. But Jungkook hadn’t bought your unease little smile. He knew you were still shy about what you wanted, always drawn to the softer things in life, and he was slowly weaving you into his perfect little girl.

So, he’d skipped back to the mall a week later, your new little friend sat carefully in a bag, with a new wardrobe for you to dress him up in.

He remembers the way your eyes had lit up. The biggest smile he’d ever seen pulling at your cheeks until they hurt.

“Do you like it, baby?” he’d bent down to your level, brushing your hair away from your forehead. You’d nodded so fast he was worried you’d give yourself whiplash.

You’d looked up at him like he’d hung the stars in the sky. Frog held close to your chest for the rest of the afternoon, your hands running over its fluffy tummy as you stood by him while he cooked dinner. Because he didn’t like you cooking.

‘It’s too dangerous for small things like you, baby’

“Kook” you’d tugged on the back of his sweater.

“What’s wrong, doll?” he turned the stove down, his full attention on you.

“What do frogs eat?”

“I’m not sure” he hums, finger tapping at his chin, “probably like bugs or something. Why?”

You fidget, rocking on your heels under your boyfriends gaze.

“Wanted froggie to eat dinner with us tonight” you whisper, and Jungkook had almost missed it.

“ahh” he nods, tugging you into his chest, “better go get him then, dinner’s almost done”

Even now, as the two of you live together. Share a home. Your little frog remains at the head of the bed.

Some nights Jungkook will slither into the room late, having been busy somewhere downstairs on his laptop as you settle to bed. And he’ll find your little hand wrapped around the foot of your frog. One of his little webbed toes had matted fur, your poor frog a victim of your habit of chewing something during your sleep.

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The day the two of you had sex, was when the pits of hell had opened for Jungkook.

He couldn’t get enough of you.

Both of you were unsure the first time. Both each other’s firsts for everything and it took months to figure out the dynamic the two of you had.

It had started where most teens do, dry humping one another until you work up the courage to get naked and actually do the deed.

“Feels so good” Jungkook throws his head back as you grind over his cock, thighs tensing each time the tip nudges your clit, rough fabric of your panties only enhancing the pleasure.

“Gonna cum” you whimper, hips continuing to roll against Jungkook’s shaft. Your thighs starting to cramp with how long the two of you had been going at it.

“Come for me” he murmurs as he pulls you down for a kiss, drinking down your moans as your thighs begin to shake, electrical pleasure wracking through your body as you topple over the edge. Cum dribbling into your panties.

You’d flopped against Jungkook, chest heaving in unsteady breaths. Your heartbeats in tandem with one another as you ride out your high.

You squeaked when Jungkook flips you onto the bed, body caged beneath him as his hands start to tug at his cock.

He pushes your panties to the side, head falling onto your chest as his cum coats your slick covered folds. Your thighs twitch closed at the sensation, mouth falling open into a breathy moan when Jungkook pulls your panties back into place and pats your covered cunt, spearing his cum a little more.

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Jungkook learnt that he loved to watch you cry. Something about your blotchy face with tear tracked cheeks making his cock throb. And as much as he wanted to bend you over and shove himself balls deep inside you, the wait always seemed worth it when you’d end up sobbing for him to fill you up.

And so he started making you beg for his cock.

“I can’t help if I don’t know what you want, baby” he hums, foot coming to push at your clothed pussy.

You hike your skirt up around your waist, hips rolling forward as Jungkook toes at your clit. A jolt of pleasure causing another wad of slick to stain your panties.

A pitiful whine spills from your lips, “please, kookie”

He hums, barely acknowledging you as tears start to weigh down on your waterline. A guttural moan rumbling from Jungkook’s chest as saline tears spill down your cheeks like precious little waterfalls.

“Stupid girls like you don’t deserve cock, that’s all you can think about right? How good it would feel if daddy fucks you?” he bends down to meet your eyes, pulling you forward from underneath your arms, situating you over his foot.

You look up at him expectantly as he leans back on the sofa.

“What?” he drawls, “Get yourself off then”

Jungkook can’t help but palm himself over his jeans as you start to grind against his foot, cooing as you hiccup, hips stuttering as you find just the right angle.

“Good girl” he groans, your mouth falling open in a moan, you lean against his thigh. Nose inches away from his throbbing erection.

Your fingers fiddle with the zipper of his jeans, Jungkook helping you as he pulls his flushed cock from his boxers. He slaps the tip against your lips, lazy smile tugging at his cheeks as your tongue lolls out of your mouth, clear bead of pre-cum coating the surface.

You snivel as Jungkook teases, only inching the head of his cock past your lips before pulling back. Groaning as you let a wad of spit slick up the head of his cock.

“Please, want your cock” you continue to grind against his foot, no longer worried about coming yourself; focus set on Jungkook’s girthy length that’s inches from being inside of you.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, bringing a hand to brush your hair from your forehead, “How bad?”

You blink up at him through your lashes, not missing the way his throat bobs in impatience.

Jungkook liked to tease you but his self control had never been the best. And as much as liked to tease, he would give you anything you asked for.

You moan when he feeds his length into your mouth, cheeks hollowing as your hips stutter.

You didn’t have a gag reflex, years of Jungkook using your mouth as his own personal fleshlight slowly morphing your mouth into a perfect little hole to fuck as he pleases.

However, today he had other plans.

“Up” he pulls your head off his cock, silencing you with a kiss to your forehead when you start to whine.

“Daddy wants to cum inside your little pussy, baby” he pulls you up into his lap from under your arms.

He helps you pull your panties off, skirt pulled up so he could take a look at your soaked folds, red and puffy from grinding against him.

Your thigh highs pull taught as you slowly sink down on his length, his hand holding his cock in place as you test the waters.

Your breath hitches as the tip pushes your folds apart, a dribble of slick coating his cock as you rock your hips forwards.

The head of his cock nudges your clit and you hands fly to hold onto Jungkook’s shoulders for support as he guides his length back towards your hole.

The head of his cock pops into the tight ring of muscle, your mouth falling open at the stretch. Jungkook watches as a breathy whine tumbles from your lips as you slowly bounce on the mere inch he has tucked inside of you.

Be pulls your shirt up over your head, tugging your bra down so your tits spill over the edge as you start to inch down.

He leans forward, mean as he tugs one of your nipples with his teeth before lathering them up with spit.

Decidedly, you drop down until your ass meets his thighs, and Jungkook holds you close to his chest as you gently start to grind your hips.

He hears you sniffle, cock twitching against your velvet walls as you bounce a little.

“Why you crying, huh?” he chuckles

“Feels so good” you whisper, mouthing at the bare skin of his neck.

Goosebumps prickle down Jungkook’s spine as he feels your warm breath fan his skin.

He slowly grows impatient, hands firm on your hips as he uses the floor as leverage, hips jackhammering into your soaked cunt.

You cling onto your boyfriend, staccato of breathy “ah ah ahs” melting with the wet squelch of your cunt as Jungkook thrusts up into you.

You clit rubs up against his abdomen, your thighs starting to shake as he continues his pace, his grunts being followed by the sound of his thighs smacking against your ass.

“Together, yeah?” he grunts, fingers digging into your hips, mesmerized by the way your tits bounced.

“mmhmm” is all you manage before your cunt starts to clench around his length, his thrusts a little less sharp as he starts to tip over the edge.

He leans forward, lips closing around your nipple, and that’s all it takes to push you over your peak. Your thighs shake as Jungkook languidly rolls his hips up into your, cock jolting before you feel him flood your cunt with his cum.

Your hips stutter at the feeling, fingers threading into the short hairs at the back of his head as you feel him fill you up.

“My good girl” he soothes, keeping his now softening cock inside of you to keep his seed plugged up.

“Like feeling full” you sigh, and Jungkook uses his thumb to wipe your wet cheeks.

“I love you” he smiles, his hand tangling in your hair, tugging it so you’d face him.

Jungkook presses a firm kiss to your lips, tongue licking at the seam.

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Lately Jungkook had been worried.

You’d been on your phone a lot recently, the screen always turned away from him when he was in the room. Never leaving it lying around the house like you usually would.

And that worried Jungkook.

You didn’t have any friends beside him, he made sure of that. He knew everyone that was in your life, and he knew everyone that would face him if they made one wrong move.

What if you were talking to other people?

He couldn’t have that.

He couldn’t have them corrupting your precious little mind.

And so, he does the only logical thing; a little snooping through your phone.

Guilt doesn’t cross his mind as he flicks through your phone.

The only chats open were your mother and him. The only contacts you had were your family and him.

He tilts his head in confusion.

Nothing seemed out of place.

He’d checked your phone months ago and nothing seemed any different, so he couldn’t understand why you’d been so skittish about him know what you were looking at.

He swipes up, ready to close all the apps he’d opened when he finds it.

His eyes widen at the screen.

“What’s this?” you shake a brown box, a week later and Jungkook peers out of the kitchen to see what you’re talking about.

“Ah, doll. Come in here and open that” he motions for you to sit at the table.

You do as told, pulling a chair out from the dining room table and placing the box in between you and Jungkook.

He pushes the box forward. Urging you to open it.

He grabs you a pair of safety scissors, fussing over you as you try and open the box before he evidently does it himself.

You can see Jungkook’s thigh bouncing in the corner of your eyes and you look up to meet his gaze that was already on your face.

“Is it a christmas present?” you ask, voice soft. And Jungkook shakes his head.

“Nope. I have 2 surprises, this one will keep you busy until we can use the second one”

Your eyebrows furrow, beyond confused about what he was talking about.

You peel away both flaps of the brown box, fingers gentle as you pull the little strips of tissue paper from what lays beneath.

You jaw falls open, eyes wide when you get a first glimpse at what Jungkook had bought you.

“Why—“ your cheeks flush a dark shade of pink, matching the hoodie Jungkook had bought you.

“I got a dick piercing” he smiles.

“Huh” you head snaps up to meet his eyes.

“We can’t have sex for 8 weeks while it heals” he explains, watching you frown, “So i got you a little present”

Your fingers skim over the ridges in the dildo. You wouldn’t have been surprised, you and Jungkook already had one upstairs somewhere in the closet; what was surprising was the shape.

“How’d you know?” you whisper, entrances by the shimmer the silicone held.

“That you like tentacles?” he asks and you hum.

“You left a tab open on your phone” he admits and you nod.

“You weren’t meant to see that” you bite your lip and Jungkook pushes himself from where he’s sat.

He leans down, thumb running along line of your jaw as he brings your lips to his own.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about with me, baby” he murmurs, fresh smelling coffee tickling your nose.

And it’s only then, what he’d just told you sinks in and your eyes glaze over with tears, “That would have hurt a lot, why would you do that” you sniff, Jungkook kissing your tears from your cheek.

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It hadn’t been hard to convince you to quit your job.

The big wide world a little too overwhelming for you, that all it took were a few gentle words from Jungkook and now all you did was stay at home.

He earned enough for the both of you, enough to spoil you when he felt like it.

So it wasn’t uncommon for him to come home to you, bouncing on a silicone cock as you watched something on the tv or color at the table with something plugging up your needy pussy.

You held your little frog to your chest, thighs straining as your bouncing morphs into your hips rocking forwards.

“Couldn’t wait until I got home?” Jungkook flops down on the couch beside you.

You meet his gaze, “Felt too empty” you whisper and Jungkook smiles over at you.

“Poor thing” he croons, running a hand through your hair, “Bend over, love”

You do so, palm of your hand keeping the dildo buried in your cunt as you bend over and show Jungkook.

His tongue wets his bottom lip, fingers grasping the base of the fake cock before he pull it out half way, only to shove it back into you.

You jolt forward, lewd moan dripping off your tongue like honey as he continues to thrust the cock into you.

“Not enough” you whine, hips canting backwards to meet his thrusts.

“No? What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Your cock” you turn to look over your shoulder, meeting Jungkook’s gaze.

You watch his eyes glaze over with lust, uncaring of your whine when he tugs the fake cock out of you.

You smile when you hear him shuffle behind you, hands splayed across your hips as he lines himself up with you cunt.

You rock backwards, a silent plead for him to hurry up.

He feels your walls clench around him as he slowly pushes him, kings crown piercing dragging through you walls as he pulls back before snapping his hips forwards.

You moan, slick dribbling around Jungkook’s length as he pulls out only to slam back into you.

“Look at you, creaming all over my cock” his hand swats over the plush skin of your ass, a broken whine his response as you feel your asscheeks flare red.

“So good for me” his head tips back as he continues the pace of his hips, the backs of your thighs flushing pink as his skin comes in harsh contact with your own.

You slowly start to feel your peak forming, crashing so hard over the edge you feel a rush of wetness push Jungkook’s cock out of your core, hole clenching around nothing.

Jungkook lines himself back up, fingers trailing down the front of your body to flick at your clit, tight circles sending jolts of delicious pleasure through your body as Jungkook picks up his pace.

He ignores your cries of overstimulation, a mean chuckle rumbling through his chest as he pulls your hips towards him, his own starting to stutter as he nears his end.

“Come for me again” he groans, continuing his onslaught on your clit.

Your thighs tremble, and if it weren’t for Jungkook’s tight hold on your hips you would have collapsed.

You feel his cock twitch, your boyfriend pushing his cock as far inside of you as he can before he’s coming, the rhythmic clenching of your pussy enough to milk him dry.

Your second orgasm of the night isn’t a big as the first, watery arousal leaking down Jungkook’s cock, murky with his own white release.

“Keep it inside, please” you cry when he goes to pull his soft cock from your messy hole.

He takes a hold of the dildo, shoving it back up your tight pussy before he’s pulling you over his lap, hands skimming down your sides as you turn your attention back to the documentary you were watching.

Your hands stroking him to full hardness again. And he knows it’s going to be a long night, with you a little fussy as you squirm in his lap. Intent of your cunt being stuffed to the brim with his cum.

“So good for me, my perfect little princess”

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Masterlist and Ask Rules (idk kinda ignoring tbh)

I'm being organized rn so you don't get lost in the reblogs

Obey me

Lucifer Drabble (NSFW short af)

Mammon x Reader ask (NSFW 3.7k)

Knock First Next Time|Leviathan x Reader (NSFW 4.2k)

In My Mouth|Beelzebub x Reader (NSFW 4.5k)

JJK

Bf!Choso Headcanons (NSFW .8k)

Bf!Geto Headcanons (NSFW .7k)

Sukuna x gn!Reader (SFW 1k)

Bf!Sukuna Headcanons (NSFW .8k)

Part 2 and Part 3 (NSFW)

jjk characters at the smoke sesh (SFW .6k)

Shoko Drabble (SFW so so short)

One Piece

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[dadolorian]

Seven Days of Valentines, (Diamonds and Daddies side story) Whiskey x F!Reader CH 6

A/N: Thanks to @talesfromtheguild​ for Beta reading and helping me with many ideas for this!

I try to keep Readers physical appearance as open as possible for this story, but please note in these chapters shes going to become more of a ‘character’, some specific interests of hers are going to come into play

This is canon to the main Diamonds and Daddies story, but i am uploading as its own thing. You do not need to have read Diamonds and Daddies to read this, just know its a fic about Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels being a Sugar Daddy and the reader is a professional Sugar Baby.

Fandom: Kingsman the golden circle Ship: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Cis F!reader Warning/tags: established relationship, submissive male, P in V sex, handjob, frottage, Oral ( M receiving) edging, dirty talk, Daddy kink, DD/LG/BDSM style relationship, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), aftercare, bondage,, romantic gesture

Let me know if i forget anything

Word count: 5K +

My master list Seven days of Valentines masterlist AO3 LINK

Summary: Jack and Honey Bee have a romantic trip and try a change of roles for the night. 

Saturday 13th of February

“Up and at em Baby!” Jack's familiar, excited tones cut through your peaceful sleep. You loved that he was the first thing you heard in the morning but the call of sleep was too strong, you groaned and tried to bury yourself under the covers more to escape his wake up call.

He was having none of it, pulling the safety of the soft covers off of you, laughing to himself as you whined and curled in on yourself for warmth, a small chill in the air thanks to a heavy snowfall overnight.

“Come on Sugar! Big day! Rise and shine!” He knelt on the bed next to you, gently shaking you awake. You could hear the giddiness in his voice.

“Jack,” you whined, feebly pawing at his pillow, trying to use it as a shield against the early morning light. “Sleep.”

“You can sleep on the train Darlin,” he hummed, gently snatching the pillow from your grip, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “ I need you up and about!”

You poked your head up, looking at him quizzically.

“Train?”

“Yes, train Darlin. Big, big day! So let's get a move on.”

There was no keeping your destination for the day a secret as you walked onto the chilly platform, the signs and intercom may have been in Italian, but you could pick up the word ‘Venice’ easily enough.

Jack winced at the loud squee that escaped you, bouncing up and down excitedly, gripping his arm.

“Venice! Are we really going to Venice Jack?” you asked, buzzing with excitement.

“Yeah Baby, we’re going to Venice,” he said, rubbing his ear with a pained grimace, but smiling warmly at your eagerness.

You were not at all surprised by your first class seating for the journey, Jack wasn't one to skimp on money, especially when it came to you.

Sitting opposite each other in large leather seats that felt like pure luxury, a small table separated the two of you but despite the ample foot room, you could feel one of Jack's expensive boots playfully teasing your ankle.

You gave him a look above the pages of the tourist pamphlet you were reading, and you couldn't help but smile back at the playful grin he gave you as the train pulled away from the station.

The view along the way was stunning, the snow covered Italian countryside, glowing in the slowly rising sun, paired with a much needed warm cup of freshly brewed coffee each.

You never imagined you would experience such a thing.

Fresh italian coffee with a gorgeous, generous man on your way to see one of the most iconic places in the world.

It felt surreal, just like everything else Jack had spoiled you within this trip.

Even in the remnants of winter, the canals of Venice were gorgeous, some of the smaller channels were frozen solid, a beautiful crystal blue, inviting you to try skate on them.

You were half tempted to do so.

The two of you spent the entire day among the canals, shopping, exploring the many streets and waterways, snapping photos, and sampling Italian food.

Jack had promised to take you on a Gondola ride the next time you came, in the warmer months, missing out one one had been the only disappointment of the trip so far, but you couldn't complain. You had never been happier.

Despite the cold weather you did manage to experience some other famed Venice tourist attractions, such as St. Marks Basilica, and Rialto bridge.

The cold didn't make it any less romantic.

In fact you could argue it only added to the romantic atmosphere, snuggling up to Jack as you walked.

You wanted to see more, but there were only so many hours in a day, and the train journey took four of those hours up each way, so before you knew it you were boarding the train back to Rome with your shopping bags and souvenirs.

“I promise next time we come baby, we’ll take two weeks, one for Rome, and one for Venice,” Jack promised you as you boarded the train once again.

You thanked him with a sweet kiss on his cheek as you settled in on the train, awaiting your journey back to your hotel room.

You must have fallen asleep at some point ,as Jack gently shook you awake as the train boarded the station back in Rome.

“Baby, wake up,” he whispered, picking up your bags with one hand. “We’re back.”

You groaned tiredly, taking Jack's other free hand and letting him lead you out of the train and station into the warmth of the waiting car. You snuggled up beside him in the back seat, resting your head on his chest, smiling contentedly as he kissed your forehead affectionately.

Back in the warmth and solitude of your suite you placed your newly acquired bags in the closet, while Jack was on the phone in the living area, ordering some much needed room service for the two of you.

When you came back out you were surprised to finally notice the bed had no gifts laying across it, having come accustomed to it so far. It made you curious as to what Jack had planned that night.

Joining Jack back out in the main living area you wriggled into his arm as he hung up the phone, smiling up at him.

“You enjoy today Baby?” he asked, rocking back and forth slowly as if dancing with you.

“You know I did Jack,” you smiled, leaning against his chest. “Venice was beautiful, I'm so excited to go back there already.”

“I wanna ride one of those fancy Gondola things with you as soon as possible Babe,” he hummed, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“So do I, they look so romantic.”

He hummed in agreement, and the two of you continued to sway together until there was a knock at the door, startling you both.

“Food’s here,” Jack smiled, heading to the door to let the staff in.

You stood to the side not wanting to get in anyone's way as the food was laid out on the table for the two of you, you both thanked the staff, Jack with a generous tip, as they left your suite, leaving the two of you alone.

“So, what's for dinner then Daddy?” you purred, sitting down at the table after he pulled a chair out for you.

“Well, since you took such a shine to that pasta plate I ordered for you last time Darlin, I took the liberty of ordering it again, I hope that's fine by you?” He said, sitting down.

“Of course,” you smiled. “You always know what I like, sometimes before I do.”

“I know my Baby well,” he smiled, taking your hand in his for a quick kiss.

“You take such good care of me.”

“That's my Job Darlin, I take it very seriously,” he smiled, letting go of your hand.

“I'm so grateful you do, I've never felt happier or safer than I do with you.”

“That is quite the compliment, you flatter me Sugar.”

Once the two of you were done with your (as usual, stunning) meals Jack took your hand back in his and gently pulled you to your feet, leading slowly to the bedroom, kissing you gently all along the way.

Out the corner of your eye, you noticed there was still nothing laid out on the bed, causing you to pout.

Jack chuckled into the kiss, resting his hands on your hips.

“Disappointed Baby?” he asked, rubbing your hips affectionately.

“N-no,” you sighed. “It’s just, I was expecting…”

“Expecting what Sugar?” He smiled knowingly. “Tell Daddy just what you were wanting.”

“It’s just, you’ve laid out presents every night so far...I was just expecting...more.”

“More?” Jack chuckled. “Is Daddy not giving you enough?”

“No! That's not what I'm saying,” you said. “I just noticed a pattern...and I just assumed it would continue.”

“Did you now? You assumed Daddy would spoil you with gifts every night?”

“Well, yeah? Based on your notes and all…”

He chuckled again and kissed your cheek. “Well Daddy does have something for you Sugar, it’s just not something you’d be used to.”

He pulled a folded card from his back pocket and handed it to you.

You gave him a questionable look and took it from him carefully, opening it up as he kissed at your neck.

“Day six of seven, I hope you are ready for something a little different tonight Baby, Daddy’s gift to you is him, however you want him, you’re in charge tonight Baby. Happy Valentine’s Week , Love Jack.”

“H-however I want you?” you asked with a gasp as he nibbled at the faded mark on your neck.

“However you want me, Honey Bee.”

Your face flushed, imagining all the things you could do with you in charge for the night, him at your mercy for a change.

“T-then stop kissing my neck Daddy, please,” you sighed, pushing him away gently.

“Please? “ he chuckled. “You need some practice at being in charge, Darlin. Boss me bout a bit.”

“I-I’m not used to taking charge,” you admitted.

“I can see that, we’ll have to do this more often, get you a bit of confidence. Maybe one day you can have me beggin for ya the way you do for me.”

You moaned at the mental image of that, of Jack weak and begging for your touch, pleading for your permission to cum for a change.

“Just do what you’re comfortable with tonight Baby, you might not be there in terms of taking charge just yet, but I will behave and mind my place for now, and then we can still have some fun tonight.”

You smiled and took his hand in yours again, leading him over to the bed.

“T-these all off please,” you ordered gently, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.

He complied, slowly undressing himself for you, first his boots, then he unbuckled his jeans, kicking them away, leaving in a pair of boxer briefs (surprisingly), and his shirt.

He slowly unbuttoned it, smirking at the way your eyes watched him hungrily as his torso was revealed to you.

“You lookin at me like you wanna eat me up Sugar,” he smiled, flinging the shirt to the side, leaving him in just his slowly tenting briefs, a wet patch forming at his tip.

“Can you blame me Daddy?” You smiled back, running your hands up and down his bare chest, manicured nails gently scraping at the slight hair on his chest.

“No Darlin, I do not, cause I know for a fact if this were the other way round I’d be starin at you the same way,” he said, trying hard to keep his hands by his side and not touch you without permission.

You cupped his cheeks in your hands to kiss him, he let you lead, coaxing his mouth open so your tongue could meet his. The two of you moaned together, your hands raked through his hair to pull him closer to you.

His own hands eventually found their way to your hips, pulling you closer, forgetting he had no permission to touch you just yet.

You grabbed his hands in yours, pulling them off of your hips firmly. Breaking the kiss as you did so.

“Ah ah, you didn’t have permission to touch Daddy,” you smiled wickedly.

“Sorry Baby, I forgot,” he purred, smiling back in delight at the confidence you seemed to be showing in taking charge, pulling his hand off of you slowly.

“Lie back against the headboard please Daddy,” you purred back, gently pushing him with your hand.

His smile did not leave his face as he shuffled back, resting on the pillows.

Your smile mirrored his as you slunk back to the walk in wardrobe, stealing away a silk scarf from your belongings, you knew it wouldn’t be enough to fully restrain him, he had proven himself to be far more skilled with knots than yourself but it would offer you the illusion of restraining him, at least for tonight.

“Arm’s up daddy” you instructed as you returned to him, climbing onto the bed and sitting yourself across his lap ,facing him. You rewarded him with a chaste kiss when he obediently followed your instruction.With careful hands you tied his wrists together to the headboard, letting him test the tightness and flex his hands to make sure he was comfortable before continuing.

He gave you a soft smile with a dark eyebrow arched, his expression told you he was amused and curious, and annoyingly a little cocky.

You wanted to wipe that smugness he strutted around with right off his face for once.

You pouted and tapped your painted lips with a manicured finger in thought, debating on how to best get your usually dominant daddy to submit to you for a change.

Jack was a man who loved control, it made you wonder how much you could torture him by taking away that control from him, to have him reliant on you for his pleasure.

“What do I call you tonight Sugar?” Jack asked, while he was trying to act like he wasn’t affected, you could hear the slight change in his voice, it was huskier than usual, he was getting turned on before the fun really started.

“You can keep the usual names for tonight Daddy,” you purred. “I like the sound of you calling me ‘Princess’ or ‘Honeybee’ still while I’m in charge.”

“Oh?” Amusement was clear in his voice. “And I’m still Daddy? Even tied up?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he teased, cocky tone still in his voice.

“Don’t say that like I’m following your instructions Daddy,” you warned playfully. “We’re using those names only because that’s what I want tonight. Is that understood?”

You felt him twitch with interest below you, you teased him further by rocking your hips back and forth slowly.

“Answer the question Daddy,” you warned again.

“Yes Sugar, I understand,” he sighed blissfully, closing his eyes, leaning back and enjoying the sensation of your body rocking across his cock.

“Now, just relax, and enjoy yourself Daddy,” you said, shifting back on his legs and lowering the waistband of his briefs.“I’m just going to have some fun and play with you as much as I want.”

“Sounds like heaven,” Jack moaned lightly, raising his hips for you to help take his underwear off.

You shimmied them down his tone thighs, throwing them to the side with little care

“I'm surprised you wore them at all today Daddy,” you hummed, slowly unzipping the back of the dress you had worn that day.

“Are you pleased with me?” he asked, sounding arrogantly proud of himself.

“I am,” you said as the dress came over your head and tossed to the side as well, joining Jack's pile of clothing on the floor. “But i'm not pleased at the hypocrisy when it comes to underwear, Daddy gets to go commando whenever he wants to,” you added with a feigned pout.

“Well, ‘Do as I say,not as I do’, right Baby?” He chuckled.

“I don't think that's very fair,” you said, leaning forward,giving Jack a perfect view of your breasts, framed by your bra. His eyes fell to them, and he smiled wider at the sight.

“What do you think?” You asked, drawing him out of his trance.

“I think that's just too bad Sugar,” he said, a cocksure smile still plastered on his face. “Daddy makes those decisions in our relationship, even when you get to play pretend at being in charge.”

You gave him an unamused look and grabbed his hardening dick roughly.

“What was that?” You asked. “I didn't quite catch that?”

“S-Sorry Princess,” he said, rather unconvincingly.

“Why don’t I believe you Daddy? You don’t sound very sincere.”

His lips twitched, trying to suppress his smile. “I am Sugar.”

You furrowed your brows, pouting more at him. “I don’t think that’s true, I feel like you’re trying not to laugh at me.”

“Sorry Baby,” losing his battle with his smile and openly grinning. “I can’t help it, you’re just too cute when you’re ‘mad’.”

“Oh, So you don’t take me seriously? Is that what you’re saying?”

“N-no- not at-“

You cut him off by tightening the grip on his cock, startling him and making him moan aloud.

“You’re going to tell Me the truth now, aren’t you Daddy?”

“Y-Yes Honey,” he said, breathing heavily as you slowly pumped him.

“Teasing your dick is all it takes huh Daddy?” You teased playfully, enjoying watching him squirm slightly. “When you’re not in charge you’ll do anything to get your cock wet…right Daddy?”

You twisted your hand slightly when he didn’t respond.

“Right Daddy?”

“Y-Yes Baby!”

You giggled to yourself as he whimpered slightly.

“I thought you would have more control than this Daddy, always teasing little old me for being cock drunk but the second you’re dicks at my mercy you submit. It’s not what I was expecting, but it's quite welcomed.”

“Well, you are handling something quite….delicate,” he hissed.

You laughed, caressing his length with your fingertips, allowing your manicured nails to gently scrape the sensitive skin.

“Delicate?” You giggled mischievously, mocking him slightly. “This thing has pounded me so hard I couldn't walk properly the next day and you think it's delicate?”

“Baby with those talons on your hands you could…..” he trailed off with a gulp, not even wanting to entertain the thought of the amount of damage you could do there if you really wanted to.

You laughed again at his nervousness.

“Are you suggesting I would hurt you Daddy?” You asked with a sarcastic and playful whisper.

“Could you? I don’t doubt it,” Jack rasped watching intently as the tip of a manicured nail danced around the head of his cock, torturing him with the gentle scrape. “Would you? I don’t think you got a wicked bone in your body Sugar. You would never.”

You hummed, considering his words. “I don’t think i would be so cruel as to hurt you, especially down here,” you teased now stroking the head of his cock with the pad of a finger, giving him just a bit more pressure to tease him with. Your chest puffed with pride when he lifted his hips to seek more of your touch and he let out an involuntary whimper. You continued, feeling him fully harden in your hand. “I love this part of you just a little too much. But I do think I’ve got it in me to bring you to the edge over and over again now that I have you at my mercy.”

He whined loudly at your words.

‘Now sugar, that’s just torture,” he pleaded. “What did ole’ Jack do to deserve such a thing?”

“Oh, I can name a few things,” you teased, leaning down to lick at some pre cum forming at his tip. He whined again. “But truthfully Daddy, I just wanna play with you to my heart's content, you can be real mean sometimes and not let me have my fill of playing with you.”

Any words he was about to say were cut off as you took him in your mouth, he was still a struggle to take, but you focused on relaxing your throat and taking him all the way. He moaned obscenely as his head fell back once again. Watching his reactions intently, you let your throat relax as you slowly took him all the way, pushing your tongue up against him to make him groan. It was a lot easier to take him without him grabbing your head.

“F-Fuck Baby,” he groaned loudly. “You’re- youre a sexy little minx like this I-”

He was cut off once again as your teeth gently scraped against his length as you slowly withdrew, then took him back in.

He wasn't used to his pleasure being so slow, or at the mercy of someone else. Slowly, teasingly taking him in your mouth over and over again was enough to frustrate him.

In and out, in and out, your eyes never left his face as he struggled with his lack of control.

“Isn't this fun Daddy?” You crooned as you let him fall from your mouth, giving him one last tease by lapping at his sensitive head.

“Like torture Honey Bee,” He rasped, finally looking back down at you, chest heaving.

“Don't be such a big baby,” you said petulantly. “This is nothing compared to what you give me daily.”

“B-But you like it.”

“Oh come on, i know you're liking this too,” you teased wickedly. “And I could get much meaner.”

“Oh yeah? How so?” He asked with a curious tone.

“I could just take a page or two out of your book Daddy,” you giggled. “Use those handcuffs from last night, and the spreader bar? Really have you at my mercy and torture your cock the way you did to my pussy. Or how about those toys from the night before? Tease your cock with the vibe, I think you’d look sexy with the pumps on too.”

Jack stayed silent, gulping in anticipation.

“But I don't think you're ready to submit like that just yet Daddy, we’ll have to start easy, for now,” you said,sitting up and positioning yourself in his lap.

“I can take it,” he swallowed, both nerves and determination clear in his voice.

“That’s admirable that you wanna try Daddy,” you said, cupping his cheek to kiss him tenderly. “But I'm not gonna force you headfirst into something new like that just like I know you wouldn't with me. We'll go slow.”

Gently you began rocking your hips into him, gryrating your covered sex over him. He groaned and tried to meet your teasing thrusts, but you warned him with a quick pinch of his nipple, halting his movements.

Just like when you took him in your mouth you teased him by slowly giving him the pleasure he wanted, just not to the degree he craved.

You could feel yourself getting wetter, soaking through your underwear and onto his heated skin, aiding your movement. You could tell it was driving him insane. He always went on about how good your arousal smelt and you were currently slowly soaking him in it, he loved it, he wanted more.

Each time he began bucking into you you would stop and warn him silently by digging your nails into his chest.

It would take him a moment, breathing heavily to compose himself enough to relax and gain control of his body again in order for you to continue the simple but delicious torture.

You were getting drunk off the soft little noises he was making, scared if you commented on the whimpers and moans he was making they would stop. It was just serving in making you more and more aroused. As was the feeling of his dick rubbing up against your covered clit.

You casually started increasing your speed, slowly enough he couldn't notice at first. But when you began panting in an effort to speed up, matching his breaths he clearly became aware. He watched you hungrily with his jaw hanging open as you rode him. He dared not say a word lest you stop and take the delicious friction away, now that you were going fast enough for the two of you to cum.

“That feel good Daddy?” You asked with heavy breaths.

He responded with a whimper and a nod, too focused on controlling himself to answer verbally.

“I’m soaking you aren't I? Just the way you like it huh?”

He nodded again, shifting his gaze to the ceiling in another effort to control himself.

“So sexy seeing you like this, my big strong Daddy all submissive,” you teased.

Any quip he would normally have was lost to him, going insane slowly at the sensation of your wet core riding him without the penetration he craved. He longed to be buried inside you, each pass of your body on his, gliding across his skin burned him,teasing him to no end.

His focus was broken by the loud moan and following whimper from you.

“Oh, i'm close Daddy,” you gasped, looping your arms around his neck as your speed picked up and you chased your high. He buried his face into your neck and moaned with you, grunting and trying not to buck into you as his thighs shook and you reached your peak.

Your walls fluttered around nothing as you ground into him harder, giving your clit that extra friction you needed to cum.

Jack felt the rush of wet heat flood from you, his already soaked front now dripping in your arousal and cum. His breath heaved as he looked down, watching intently at the string of wetness connecting the two of you when you lifted yourself from him.

He moaned at both the sight and loss of contact, as you got up from the bed.

“Well, that was fun,” you gulped, watching his reaction carefully with interest.

His gaze drifted to his throbbing cock, red and twitching against his now wet belly. You turning around and walking to the bathroom tore his eyes away.

“W-what are you doing?” he asked incredulously.

“I'm going to clean up,I made quite a mess of myself,” You hummed as you sauntered away.

“What about me?” he asked, gulping for air.

“Hm?” you turned, leaning against the doorway. “What about you?”

“You’re gonna leave me like this?” He tugged feebily at his bindings.

“Why not?” Your giggle made him struggle more. “ You look delicious and all debauched like that!”

“”Are you….are you coming back?” He sounded nervous.

“Maybe,” you sang. “A bubble bath and a glass of wine sound divine right now.”

“B-Baby, I've never left you like this,” he pleaded.

“No, but I wouldn't put it past you.”

“This is just cruel. It hurts.”

“All men say that when they are blue balled,” you teased.

“Baby please.”

You smiled wickedly. “Say that again.”

“Please.”

“Again.”

“Please. Baby, sugar, honeybun please please please. I'm begging you.” He began struggling earnestly against his bindings as you excitedly bounced back over to him.

“Just what I wanted to hear,” you purred, climbing back over him and taking his throbbing length in your hand.

You both moaned loudly together as you sank yourself onto him, the slick and cum coating him helping him glide with ease, you could feel how hard he was throbbing inside of you and you were reminded of just how perfectly he fit inside of you. His whole body shook in pleasure and effort to remain in place for you.

“God baby,” he moaned. “So good, you’re so fucking wet.”

“You did that,” you hummed, kissing him deeply. “Getting me all worked up with those sinful little sounds you made, I didn't know you could sound so submissive. Such a good, obedient boy for me.”

“G-good enough to cum?” He asked hopefully.

“Most definitely,” you said as you listed yourself slowly before slamming back down. You moaned again, him at the tight wet heat of your body and you as his cock hit that spot in you and stretched you perfectly .

You rode him with wild abandonment, not restrained by his rule or hands, bouncing on his cock at your speed.

Beneath you Jack panted, watching enraptured at the sight of your breasts bouncing in the confines of your bra.

His feet found purchase on the bed and he began bucking up into you, you were too lost in the pleasure to care, allowing him to seek his own pleasure finally.

Shaking hands gripped the silk scarf as he bucked harder, he wanted nothing more than to grab your hips and drive into you harder but he was too far gone to be able to focus enough to escape the measly bindings.

Your clit met the hair at the base of his cock and it felt divine, stirring you on more and more, you feverishly rubbed at it, knowing Jack was close thanks to the teasing you had tortured him with.

“I’m close baby,” you gasped.

“M-me too,” he replied, losing rhythm in his thrusts.

“C-cum with me,” you pleaded as you reached your second orgasm for the night, your walls tightening around him, milking him for ass he was worth.

He moaned loudly, lost in the sensation of your orgasm, following you seconds later, bucking weakly up into your body as you collapsed on top of him, You could feel the warmth of his cum filling you, mixing with your own cum.

Jack collapsed back on the bed, panting, trying to collect his breath with you as the sweat cooled off your bodies..

You were ready to drift off when you remembered you were the one in charge. Jack always took care of you once you were done. It was your turn now.

You sat up tiredly, gently undoing the scarf around his wrists and helping him regain his circulation with a wrist massage.

He smiled at you tiredly, allowing you to climb off of him and lead him into the bathroom for a quick shower, cleaning off the cum covering his front and returning the favor for every night he saw to your needs.

You washed his hair for a change, massaging the shampoo into his scalp, and pampered him with kisses and sweet words, telling him how proud you were of him, how good he was for you, making sure to dry him off and dress him in comfy clothes, ready for bed.

You could tell by the bashful smile and redness of his cheeks that he was enjoying being doted on for a change.

He was far too cute when he behaved submissively , and his puppy dog eyes weren't helping the situation.

As you tucked him into bed you gave him a kiss on his red cheeks, and pulled him into your chest as you settled down. He snuggled into your warmth, and you could feel his smile against your skin, you gently stroked his hair as he fell asleep.

You could get used to this aspect of being in charge too you thought as sleep claimed you, soft snores joining his.

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i too just finished watching (broke bitch walkthrough) aa4!! if u wanna write a 5k essay on your thoughts know id love to read it asdfghj also look forward to aai bc its a comedy, im 3 cases in rn and yeah. ~

@seratlantisite asked: SHARE the aa4 thoughts bc whoo boy is it a. Thought inducing game

OKAY man where do i even start im def gonna have to rewatch the game now that i kinda know what's going on lmfao

so my first thoughts coming off of it was (under a cut since this got long)

it was cool they had kristoph a defense attorney as the games big bad

i love that this game continued the theme of like everything intertwining with each other between the gramaryes, the gavins, phoenix, apollo like it just was rad i did enjoy it

I WAS PLEASANTLY SURPRISED THAT ZAK WASN'T LIKE. A BAD DUDE. i mean yea he made bad decisions regarding the situation but like he was. kinda trying to remedy things? but i'm still >:(( at him leaving Trucy like that with literally NO plan

ON THAT NOTE--VALANT???? COULD HE NOT HAVE TAKEN HER IN???? i'm still really glad phoenix ended up with trucy but like I KNOW VALANT WAS TRYING TO KEEP A LOW PROFILE AFTER THE TRIAL but like???? jesus he was really like some of the only 'family' she had left and he just???? anyway that was fucked

ALSO. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THE ENDING W THALASSA LIKE. 'cool i love knowing i have two kids i'm just leaving forever now' AND THEN WHILE I WAS LOOKING THROUGH THINGS AFTERWARD APPARENTLY ITS JUST NEVER ADDRESSED AGAIN? WHAT???????? im so fuckignfdmskfjeifjo WHAT holy shit pLEASE TELL THEM THEY'RE SIBLINGS LIKE WHAT FURJJIAEOJAOKFAEIJ I'm feral.

but anyway i mean every single case was a fuckin banger LIKE EVEN THE 'TUTORIAL' TRIAL. LIKE. i legit enjoyed every case which hasn't been the case with the other trilogy games except like the first game.

idk if this is like an unpopular opinion (i haven't been in this fandom long enough i think xD)

but like all that being said I think the trilogy is still by far my favorite in terms of characters. like i did very much enjoy apollo/trucy/klavier/ema they were so much fun while playing through the game

but like i'm not OBSESSED w them and their relationships as i still am w phoenix, miles, maya, pearls, gumshoe, franziska, godot, mia like all them in the way that like

WHILE i was playing the trilogy i had like five wrightworth fics in my head i was writing juST RARING TO GO ON THOSE GUYS and klapollo while it's been cute im just *shrug emoji* and don't have any drive to write them or include them in fic in anyway other than just being like mentioned BUT THAT MAY STILL CHANGE IDK I guess part of that too was getting a full trilogy with those guys whereas apollo kinda just got his one game and then they decided to change it up again so

i'll still hold out reservations til i play dd and soj (but i've also seen those do some funky stuff to characterizations and that the writing it weird, etc so we'll see) but trilogy era characters still have my fuckin heart

SO OVERALL THE GAME WAS LIKE way better in terms of the writing and stuff but goddamn trilogy characters my beloved <33

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First Top Surgery Consultation! With University of Chicago

Note: I wrote several in-depth descriptions on Reddit about some of my experiences so far. Here’s one I posted on March 14

Hi everyone! I can't wait the three hours until my therapist appointment so you guys get to deal with me gushing instead. :) Also I've read on other posts that there's a demand for overly detailed accounts so that's an excuse for me to talk about myself extensively. Areas will be highlighted for easy jumping.

WARNING: Stupid long

About Me

I'm FTM, apparently! I've been dressing like a guy and using a male name for the past decade while spinning in and out of the closet. Earlier this year I've finally decided that enough was enough and started therapy, which cemented my decision to transition. I started looking for surgeons with the desire to get surgery this fall (originally August-September, but now no earlier than September) to give myself some time to save money and lose weight.

Before consultation

I started looking mid-February. First I called Dr. Shore (who's the most popular in Chicago, I believe), who called me back the next day with a consult date of August. I thought that was strange and asked about when the surgery would be. They said they were booked until 2021, which was way too far off for me. After that phone call, I sent messages through their online sites for Dr. Amanda Silva at the University of Chicago and Dr. Marco Ellis at Northwestern Plastic Surgery. Dr. Silva got back to me the next day saying that they can set up a consult for mid-March, and I made that appointment. They had several different doctors who did top surgery but I ended up going with Dr. Silva like I planned. Her hours available were all during my work shifts so I had to take time off, which was a little frustrating.

Dr. Ellis's office emailed me later that day saying they had times open for mid-April, and I needed to bring to the consult: two letters from two different doctors recommending surgery, a documentation of name change, and a detailed description of past treatments. I went HAHAHA NOPE and never replied.

To the consultation

The University of Chicago is in downtown Chicago fairly close to the Museum of Science and Industry. I came in off Lake Shore Drive, and once I got on campus I followed the signs for the Medical Building instead of listening to Google Maps. There's a large parking garage that the signs lead directly to, and a bunch of buildings around with no immediately obvious place to go. Once I got out of my car Google Maps lead me to a place that wasn't an entrance so I stopped by the closest building to get directions. They pointed me to the DCAM building, which seemed really obvious. There's a bunch of valet parkers outside that made it look like a hotel.

I went inside and the front desk person told me where to go (forth floor, "H suite", which was confusing until I got to the forth floor. There were signs pointing me to 4H). I stopped by the 4H receptionist and they got my ID and insurance card, and took my copay (it was under a specialist copay, so $60 for me). Then they gave me some paperwork for my medical history and I sat and waited.

The consultation

I only had to wait about 5-10 minutes or so before they led me into an examination room. A nurse verified my identity, took my temperature and blood pressure, and asked if I needed a hospital gown. I had no idea how to answer that question--they didn't tell me anything about that and I assumed the nurse would know. She asked what I was here for because they didn't tell her, and I waffled because I'm awkward and shy and don't like outing myself and eventually said "top surgery", hoping she'd understand.

She didn't. She assumed I was getting an augmentation and gave me a gown. Lol. I was nervous about correcting her so I didn't, then she left. I put on the gown.

A couple minutes later a doctor came in who was not Dr. Silva (I forget her name, I was too busy being confused) and she asked me a couple questions about what I wanted. She asked how long I've wanted the surgery, and if it was in relation to gender issues. I was honest and told her that I didn't know completely; I never even wanted breasts when I was a child. Tying it into gender issues came later. She asked if I wanted bottom surgery. I said I didn't know, that was off in the future. She said she wanted to take a look at my breasts, so I showed her and she poked at them a bit (I'm not sure doing what, but I wasn't looking). She didn't look longer than a minute. She also mentioned a couple of side effects from the surgery; the one I remember is that most complications come from the nipple grafts, and that the nipples likely won't ever regain feeling. I've heard a lot of conflicting information on nipple sensation, but it's not something super important to me so that doesn't bother me. She asked me a couple more questions that I don't remember, then she said she'll tell Dr. Silva all about me, which I thought was weird.

She left. A couple minutes later Dr. Silva and the previous doctor came in. Dr. Silva said that the other doctor told her all about me (??? even weirder). She asked me what surgery procedures I knew; I said that there were a bunch but I only knew keyhole and "reverse anchor" (whatever it's called). She said that patients come in all the time and tell her a bunch of techniques that she'd never heard of, and she personally does periareolar and "the one with the scars" (she described the surgery when she said it, so I'm assuming she didn't have a name because she hears a bunch of different names for it). Edit: I did some research and realized that she probably said "double incision, which leaves scars". I assumed that double incision had some fancy nickname like "keyhole" or "lollipop" that Dr. Silva didn't remember, but nope, very straightforward

She asked what cup size I was, I said I had no idea, and that I did those breast measuring things and they all said I was a D/DD and I figured that was wrong because those bras were always super huge on me. She asked to take a look, she poked (again, don't know what), and said I was more B/C. She said my skin seemed pretty elastic and my chest size borderline qualified for a periaroelar. This surprised me because I assumed that my chest was too big for that so I never researched it, but it's still exciting news. She said that if results for peri weren't what I wanted then I can still go in with another surgery resulting in scars that were more typical.

I told her that I wanted surgery to be in the fall to save money/lose weight/start T, and she said that was okay, and she recommended another consult closer to the time I wanted the surgery because weight loss and T can have an affect on my breasts. For that consult she told me to bring my letters then.

As a last surgery-related question, I asked her what "free nipple graft" really meant. Dr. Silva gave me a confused look and asked what I thought it meant, and I said that originally thought that it was a complimentary nipple graft (aka free-of-charge) and she laughed and said that, medically, when the nipple is taken completely off the body it is "freed" and needs to be grafted completely back on.

I asked a couple questions about finances after that and she said she didn't know (which I'm not surprised about, she's a doctor not an accountant), and she said that they had different options for putting codes in. If the surgery was too expensive with her they could have a resident (doctor-in-training I'm guessing lol) do it with her supervising, which would have the same results but be cheaper. That would end up with another appointment with the resident for that option. She also said that she believes my insurance would fully cover after my deductible, which is 5k, which isn't cheap, but not to take her word for it. I just wanted to know to see if I needed to take out a loan or if I could set up a payment plan with the hospital for what's not covered. She didn't know if they offered a payment plan and that I needed to talk to the finance department about that. She'd send in a nurse with more information.

And that was all the questions I had. We said goodbye, I got dressed, and a nurse came momentarily with a phone number to the finance department. She said that she didn't think they offered payment plans because she had called several times before, but that I should feel welcome to verify that information. It doesn't matter to me; my credit is good and I have no problem getting a loan and just paying my bank off in installments instead of paying the hospital off in installments.

I got my parking validated; I was parked for about 1.5 hours, and it's $6/hour normally. Parking validation bumped it down to $3/hour (so I paid $6/two hours). I think there was a green line stop really close to the medical building (I didn't investigate too closely) so I might take the train in next time instead to save on parking and having to drive all the way downtown.

I forgot to make another appointment, but I might wait until my health insurance through my job renews so I can get on the more expensive plan with the lower deductible. That also means that I might get the surgery around the time my job closes for the holidays, which reduces the amount of time off from work and gives me more time to save up money.