#shes so cutiepie i had to draw her | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lumilasi · 8 months

Note

yes Hi I really love the two cutiepie lesbians but couldn't find much info about them, can you give us the tea about the two? (The blond(?) And the sunshine!) Love your art ~❤️

Glad you like them! (I don't know what to classify Marci's hair either. Light brown? Blond? Dirty Blond? It is a mystery)

Yeah unfortunately there isn't much about Marci and Mariella yet, given they are relatively new characters: that image was the first time I drew them since making their bios, and even the info in those is a bit outdated now OTL (Also Marci's one needs updates given how I will draw her changed thanks to this pic in question)

Also they are not really part of the main group for each story & I have a LOT of characters, so I haven't had much time or motivation to draw them either. That doesn't mean there isn't a lot of story and lore behind the two though, especially Marci. One thing I can guarantee is that if a character of mine has no lore yet once born, there WILL be a novel's worth later lmaooo

....This does lead to a problem where this will get long-winded, because I HAVE to bring up a couple other characters to explain them properly, which means I'll have to give a summary of said characters too....and world details lore....

Since you asked though, I guess I'll try to summarize; I'll break this up in sections + add images for the characters in question. Maybe I'll put the lore explanation under the cut so those who aren't interested don't have to suffer through a long post:

MARCI'S POWERS

She's a "Weaponsmith Warlock" also known in-world by the name Spatha (Latin for a specific type of weapon) Warlock, I.E has the ability to create any weapon known to man up to the current times, she forms them from red, bloodlike liquid substance. Her power comes from the Herald of War aka one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. (He's not a warmonger in this take but more of a weary soldier who hates his existence)

BACKSTORY

Marci is an orphan, and she originates from Australia in the human world. She was picked up/"adopted" by her former boss Kenzo Yoma/Faydream as a teenager in the 80'ies, as she'd recently discovered her magic powers and was struggling to control them. He basically offered to mentor her for her powers and she'll in turn get away from her shitty foster home. She agreed and moved with him to the Mirror realm (the place where all the mythical beings of this world live, I still haven't figured out a better name for it lol).

She was never really officially adopted by Kenzo though, and acted more as a student than a daughter, but they did still have a good relationship initially, to the point Marci willingly started working as his right hand woman once she was adult/confident enough with her powers.

FIRST DETOUR: Kenzo summary

Kenzo is a dream-eater, also known as a nightcrawler/bogeyman. In this story they are beings born from people's trauma that feed on said trauma and people's fears and nightmares. Kenzo and his brother Yuuji are a rare twin-born pair so they are especially powerful among their kind, having been born the same time from brothers who experienced the same trauma the same time. (Them appearing Japanese is because the said humans were Japanese)

He works as the head of a special organization called The Shadowless, whose job is to keep the Mirror realm hidden from humans & make sure powerful magic artifacts don't end up in human hands. They kind of protect both sides from each other essentially.

Kenzo is the antagonist of his character set, BUT he is not a "villain." You know, the whole "All villains are antagonists, but not all antagonists are villains." He's basically just a man who nearly lost his wife Evena & daughter Avane once, and this incident caused the said wife to suffer from severe mental health complications, which has essentially strained their familial relationships badly.

He struggles to handle the situation so he's buried himself in his work, causing some of his more negative personality traits to manifest stronger bit by bit. (Tendencies for manipulation, lower empathy, "end justifies the means" thinking) He's still relatively close with his daughter and brother, though tends to argue with the latter a lot, something he didn't do so much in the past. His daughter & brother are also working on trying to get him to realize he's spiraling, while also trying to protect others from him if necessary.

RETIREMENT

Marci eventually retired from her job due to multitude of factors, such as seeing her boss' downward spiral after the incident with his family and starting to lose trust in him, but primarily due to an incident, where she lost control of her powers due to stress in a mission, causing an explosion that killed innocent people by accident. She now works in a magical instrument repair shop, handling the back storage and the like. (She wanted a job where she didn't have to use her powers & always liked anything music related)

MARISA

Before Marci got this job, she actually went to stay with some friends she'd made a while back, the guardians of the Blue Life tree. There, she ended up growing fond of a recently manifested spirit, a little girl called Marisa, and eventually ended up becoming her adoptive parent as the kid basically chose her to be her mom (Marisa literally pointed at her after a while and declared her her momma lol)

SECOND DETOUR: Moth Spirits and Life trees

Life trees are magical trees within this realm, that call forth lost souls who died with regrets/unfinished business/died before they could have a proper life to begin with. They essentially grant these souls a second chance at life to complete their unfinished business, albeit symbolically majority of the time. (Example: If their regret was never confessing their love to someone, typically the spirit completes this by finding a new person to love and confess to them. This is because often the people in question have already passed on themselves)

Moth spirits are these reborn souls, and their visual characteristics depend on the tree of origin, and the tree depends on their manner of death/who they were as human. Currently there are only 3 trees left, A Weeping Willow (Green tree) Wisteria (The purple tree) and Blue Spruce (The blue tree, obvs). Marisa was born from the blue tree, because she was simply a child who died young accidentally. Moth spirits born from this tree are always blue, but can have orange as an accent color to their appearance. The skin is always a shade of blue though.

MARIELLA

Mariella is a tree nymph who was born out of a seed rather than "human" way. (Both birth types are possible, which happens tends to depend on if the nymph lives in more rural or urban parts of the world. More urbanized ones tend to prefer direct birthing and act as direct parents to their children, whereas seedlings like Mariella tend to live in a communion where all older nymphs/dryads act as the parents to the younglings.)

She used to work as a Guardian for the green Life Tree, but it became mentally and emotionally too taxing given the nature of the spirits born from it. (Tragic deaths with foul play often involved, including self-harm. basically the most traumatized group of the 3)

She started working in the city as one of the park-keepers for the biggest park in there, which is where she met Marci and Marisa, and the two ladies hit it off pretty quickly. They now live together in a new apartment, though their daughter moved out a year ago as she left for university to become a magic-mechanical engineer.

OTHER IMPORTANT CHARACTERS:

Avane (Green haired lady)- Kenzo's daughter whom Marci used to babysit a bit, and even nowadays cares for, sometimes helping her meddle into her dad's business out of concern, both for Ava's safety, but also concern over the damage Kenzo could do in his current mental state. Visually comes mainly after her mother apart from her eyes. Mantis Fairy/Dream-eater mixed heritage.

Sebastian - Her occasional coworker in the instrument shop, also happens to be a member of her favorite local rock band (she didn't realize this until he invited her to a concert as a VIP guest) A Wyvern

Aimi (My friend's character)- her successor and Kenzo's new right hand woman. Often she is the one who contacts her in behalf of Kenzo, and Marci begrudgingly considers her a friend. Ice cream loving fiend, a Grand Fairy

Herald of War/The Soldier (No design yet) - Her Deity/source of power essentially. Considers Marci his favorite as she respects and fears her power appropriately in his eyes. Often visits them and pretends to their daughter he's Marci's relative, so Marisa thinks he's her "uncle" and has no clue he's a powerful apocalyptic entity. Mariella knows but plays along and has a fairly friendly relationship with the weary soldier.

PROTAGONIST CONNECTIONS:

Azul/Chester (spin off protag, blue hair): One of Marci's friends she met through Kenzo's family doctor, who is Azul's adoptive father.

Jurou/Alistair (Main story protag): A tattooist who made her snake tattoo, Avane's boss and the person whose power is currently the most of-interest to Kenzo, given how powerful he actually is. Single bi Goth Dad, though he's starting to date Avane's uncle Yuuji.

OTHER FACTS:

Marci is asexual lesbian, doesn't mind being intimate with her GF if she wants it. They generally tend to be more "cuddles, domestic affection and quality time" type of couple over bedroom funtimes.

Marci is actually around 50-60 in human years, its just that life-expectancy for magic wielders and magical beings is typically measured more in centuries, so she ages slower now that she's fully unlocked her magic. She's roughly equivalent of a human in their thirties.

Mariella's exact age is unknown, but she is generally seen to be late twenties/early thirties in human form

Marci's surname Raye is actually her second name; she did not want to use her foster family's surname, and didn't feel comfortable adopting her mentor's surname as she didn't feel like she had the right to (and later wouldn't want to, seeing how he started to change for the worse)

Mariella's surname was the name of the nymph communion she comes from, which is typical tradition for those who come from these groups.

#answered anon #oc lore #lesbian #wlw #lesbian moms #night city parlor #Marci raye #Mariella Marisol #I feel like someone asked about this already somewhere else #but IDK maybe I imagined it lol #or it was someone irl I showed my characters to

1 note · View note

sugar-petals · 3 years

Text

sub!Yuzu | nsfw alphabet

🌹 NOTE ⇢ content for our fave figure skater, the legend himself. mr. yuzuru hanyu is 1000% dom candy and i’m here to honor it at length ⛸

— WORDS. 5k

tags + warnings. dom/sub dynamics, femdom!reader, role reversal hc, smut, kinks, cum play, spanking, sex toys, very freaky yuzu, kitten play, mdlb, crying kink, food play, prostate orgasms, bondage, some deeper stuff & angsty bits, asthma mention, aftercare

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

Once the cat ears come off, who is Yuzuru Hanyu not to remain in character for a while. For the shits and giggles, and because it’s cozy. Once a catboy, always a catboy, it’s the law of the land. Curling up, kneading at you for the head pats and massages, you know the programme.

Also: Yuzu is famously soft-spoken and always finds the right thing to say. So, stimulating conversation for the cooldown. This is literally so nice. He’s unafraid to reflect everything in detail, say what he preferred, what you could change up together, what he wants to try next. The afterglow is not just physical, as in you give him something to drink, it’s 70% verbal which is very important to him as a consistent habit.

Of course, not to forget: Always gotta have a Winnie Pooh plushie ready. He embraces it readily and, as we know him, does some roleplay right then and there. Yuzu, professional cutiepie he is, is the kinda sub who treats all plush and pillow stuff as alive and breathing. You as his domme are in on the play and also treat his things as holy as they are to him. That Yuzu lets you into that world is the biggest compliment you can possibly get.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

We all know Yuzu’s godly ass and thighs. Or the staggering waist and beautiful black hair that makes him a total bombshell in his classic comb-back styles. His face is soft and expressive and so damn unique, his legs muscular and long, his back and tummy chiseled, the list goes on and on. Jesus, he has so many great features. All body parts a masterpiece. That are all capable of god-tier contortionism on top of that, gotta mention it in passing. Just so you know if you haven’t seen him bend his every limb into directions you wouldn’t believe are humanly possible.

Interestingly though. If he chooses, Yuzu picks his feet: They are his most important instrument and weak spot. His ankles are where the magic happens. So, you taking care of them a little would mean the world to him, imagine a candle light massage. Not to worry, no-gross-alert. Yuzu has perfect and cute feet. That’s gonna be a Victorian moment, oh my god I saw his ankles. For his partner, short and simple: He likes a shoulder to lean on. He loves being touchy in general, all body parts are amazing to him. Being in a profession that’s all about the physics, Yuzuru knows about the wonders of the body.

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

Certified king of cumsluts, doesn’t even hesitate. The more, the merrier. If he’s not covered in sticky stuff, Yuzu would be underchallenged. It’s less about the taste, texture or any degradation, for him it’s the playing around with his tongue. Somebody wants his mouth preoccupied. Give the cat his milk. Feed him his own cum mixed with yours. He’s gonna lap at it and swallow.

Since Yuzu’s dream is a mommy domme baking him something, he just loves the smell of dough and hazelnuts and cinnamon and everything — you know what’s coming: Imagine the food play. Nuts indeed. Anything that even remotely looks like a creampie is something he wants to get his lips on. And Yuzu is not the type to be a foodie at all, let that sink in. Sexual-looking food is just too big a temptation, though. And you spoiling him that way... oh my. Surefire way to end up in bed right after.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a butt plug collection. Once almost went on the ice with one in. The more you know. Also— this guy is the kinda type fantasizing to get absolutely railed on a bed of plushies. He has troubles suggesting it to you because he doesn’t want them to get actually dirty. But the idea gets the two of you kind of horny. Sometimes, a thought is better as a fantasy than actually executing it. You can use it for riling up’s sake, whispering it to him during dirty talk. How you’ll bounce on him and ruin him and milk him while he’s splayed out so innocently on your bed. I smell corruption kink.

Another secret Yuzu keeps is just how much he changed his mind about wanting his partner to control everything in bed. He grew up with a pre-defined ideal type of a cute, nice skater girl who’d let the reins very loosely around him, who he can speak Japanese to because he had problems with English, who is small and someone he will protect. It wasn’t something based on experience and trying things out: It was simply expected of him. People wanted the domineering Yuzuru on ice to be that way in private, and make use of his power, be a man, savior, boss.

The reality being: He never felt truly as tough on the ice, nor was he gender-conforming in person. In fact, that is what he became famous for, and it reassured Yuzuru very often how people would accept and actually celebrate this side of him. Which is so refreshing, and a sight to see. The side that was dorky, clingy, childish, gorgeous, and cute has always been there, but now he embraces it more as his comfort place. He has to know what he’s doing in his skating programme and show competitive spirit to achieve his dreams, but that’s where it stops.

His former ideals are something people wanted to hear, it was an adaptation of the environment rather than thinking it through on his own. So, years later — oh boy have things changed. Yuzuru no longer defines his ideal type that way, saying whoever he likes is someone he’d be with. What was a fantasy template and filter is now gone and adapted to his newfound, own preferences. Yuzu is comfortably open-minded rather than being a copy to mainstream. He found fun in speaking English, opened up to the world at large, had more girls around him who he could befriend, grew more confident in his stature, and is well aware — turns out he’s the cute one. Who needs to be taken under a wing. He likes strong-minded girls and says if he had a wife, she’d dominate him. Yuzuru secretly wants her to be in charge entirely, she owns his body and soul. Not in daily life where things are just normal and everyone goes about their business. Sexually, where he surrenders instead, and is taken care of.

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

The tale of an introvert. What he knows — he hides it well. Has eyefucked a whole lot of people and is the type to lust like mad from a far distance, and nobody will ever know. Crushes harder than peppercorns in a mill. If he loves someone, it lingers in his mind every split second of the day, may god have mercy on him. And if you know him: Yuzu aims too high to keep it light and easy and clumsy. He hates being an amateur, he’s terrified of starting out something. He dreads not knowing what to do, how exactly to behave, talk, touch, breathe, respond, negotiate, prepare. That’s a hundred percent like hell to him.

Ironically, he has a natural feeling for it and he’s literally amazing in bed, has a sense for social interaction is all the way cute with something valuable to say. But what he believes is something way different. Yuzuru is a diehard, nervous perfectionist. He can only think of it as a rated performance since his mind usually has to work that way to skate well. His esteem is on a knife edge depending on how well he thinks he does. So, the inevitable: He will shy away from sex altogether. He draws immense skating passion from staying celibate, in fact it’s his success secret, but it still eats him up from the inside and makes him frustrated beyond measure. Not even for the pleasure, since he’s so ambitious that’s almost forgotten about, but for being told he did well.

That’s how much he believes sex is a drill and capability test. And it’s sad that he thinks it’s like his skating career, racking up points for the impossible things judges want and being in a deadlock when it comes to showing his artistic side. He feels thrown into cold water if he doesn’t know everything beforehand. If he ever works up the courage, which probably won’t happen, he will pay an expert to learn from rather than let something all over the place happen with a random person or even someone he might like.

Yes, you heard that right. He’d rather see a sex worker than ‘mess up’ his first time according to his sky-high standards. So, Yuzu’s experience remains limited since he’s so 100% do or die, and so anxious, and so torn about social interaction, he doesn’t get how his peers can be playboys and get married and flirt with someone they like and all that. He sort of has an easier time with guys, but girls... he can’t approach. To top it off, he also feels like he’d burden his first time one somebody or embarrasses himself, so he will reject and avoid suitors. Those are usually not the people he crushes so hard on to begin with. It’s bound to be one-sided and he knows, so he will abstain and focus on career and use the cheers of his fans as a substitute.

Truth is, he feels helpless and distant from sex sometimes, especially with his practice-heavy lifestyle and hyper-smart mind, Yuzuru has an intelligence that exceeds what most people can grasp. He’s alone on the ice and Brian as a coach is often the only reference person who truly gets him, and leads him well without being controlling. But that’s professional life. Sexually, Yuzuru is metaphorically: coachless. He surely observed it well when Javier (the #1 ladies man, his opposite) was still active and a social butterfly helping him fit in, but Yuzu would always be worried about his extreme fame and spotless image when introduced to someone fangirling over him. He’d rather prefer someone who comes across as a mentor and solid, loyal-to-death person to look up to. So he would do anything to have someone benevolent like that. Most girls would expect him to be the sex god and expert, but he knows that’s only half of the story and based on his characters on the ice. Yuzu crafts these to counterbalance how he really is — withdrawn and indirect.

Yuzu is extremely calculating and selective, he scans suitors well, protects his reputation, and is mortified of failure. So, he’d rather learn it by the book and from someone he’s not emotionally attached to. In a one-night stand that might also be the case, but he doesn’t know what to expect, and he’s absolutely terrified of sudden sexual vulnerability. He himself often says he values his own struggle between feeling so weak and being strong again

Besides: He’d have problems squeezing hookups into his schedule and lifestyle, he’d have to cut down on things and create a double life. Plus, Yuzu is famously inept with social interaction up close, he flees the noise and unpredictability. So, it’s better to have a long-term partner. If he doesn’t know something yet, he has it down in one day like the single axel. Definitely counts on his partner teaching him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

We know Yuzu’s signature move is the lean-back Ina Bauer. So, whatever position allows for an arch is the real deal (cough, taking the strap — oh my god his ass is made for it). But anyway, he can pull off anything with that stellar flexibility and core strength.

If I think about it. Yuzu might like sitting on your lap very much. I know it’s not a sex position, I mean it can be once his inner lapdancer awakens or you use a strap-on, I rather mean... just for some sweet moments and making out. But yeah: Fathom Yuzu gyrating on your like that. Not in an outright lascivious manner or Chippendales style. The Hanyu way, with embellishments and all the grace. This is gonna be a huge turn-on and perfect foreplay position.

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

Not much to elaborate here: Yep, Yuzu is true goofball indeed. Really flustered and clumsy when eye-to-eye in missionary, and yet: He’s ultra serious towards the end, there’s gonna be an aggressive staredown before cumming. The feeling gets pretty intense, his duality between silly and ‘yeah, give it to me’ is no joke.

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

Would probably die from inflammation if he shaved clean under those tight suits and did all these chafe-heavy skating routines. Doesn’t have a lot of body hair to begin with, but for pits and pubes, it’s alive, wild, and decently long. Out of all people, Yuzu cares particularly about aesthetics, but in this case pragmatism will prevail. He doesn’t care too much about it either as long as it doesn’t get in the way of something. Having sex with Yuzu tends to be well um well all about a hundred types of friction so any stubble would be a bad idea.

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

You haven’t seen a guy in love like that. It’s a figure skater thing for sure. Since he works to portray these sentiments on the ice daily, hardly anybody can play up feelings so delicately and palpably like Yuzuru. Emotion is what his entire career is built on. He knows how to express himself directly, appropriately, intimately. Couldn’t be any more romantic. Yuzu can’t go without it.

Very passionate, ‘for your eyes only’ kind of atmosphere. Yes, he shows off on the ice, it’s his job (although of course, that word doesn’t really sum up what skating means to him). But private Yuzu is someone you can claim as yours. He will make it clear, he wants to belong to you, he’s yours, dedicated, devotion is the entire point. Less with a slant of what some subs like, very hands-on ownership of a mistress. It’s more emotional. He’s really attached and all smitten. Your private little haven is everything to him.

Talking about little: Yuzu can be quite a pillow prince sometimes. At least when the initiative doesn’t go back and forth as it frequently does, you often alternate with suggestions and ways of tweaking an ongoing play session. You blindfold him or tie his wrists, He might be standard tired from practice or just fascinated to watch you work your magic on him.

He also likes music to set the tone for intimacy, who’s surprised. Prepare: Yuzu likes dramatic classical music all the way. He’s probably one of the few people who can make it more than ‘classy’ and definitely more than cringe. He selects pieces very well. This is gonna be a practice template to cum together when the music reaches its peak. Makes the whole thing full of adrenaline.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Lots of fun to him. Would beat it 24/7 if the ice wasn’t calling him. Drowns himself in lube. This guy’s me-time is so rated R, Cardi B would be inspired to remix WAP to wet ass penis as an anthem just for him. A dry dick is a ruined day for Yuzuru, as is a session without teasing his prostate in whatever way he currently fancies. Once he tried it, he never went back. The intensity knocking him out is something that Yuzu thinks about all the time. Strokes like a pro, does all these little moans, can do it forever, loves the feeling, chases the high. Adrenaline junkie on the ice? No different with his hand around his cock.

Will masturbate everywhere in the house and has to really get his head in the game to make sure he won’t ruin any carpets. So, he always has at least two towels with him. In the kitchen, in front of the TV, in the shower, the bed. Watches his fair share of eclectic porn, he gets really desperate. Especially before you started dating, Yuzu would shut himself in until the lotion ran out. Can jack off to something romantic (he starts crying) or something extreme (he loves shocking himself and ).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Very curious about sadomasochism. Googles a lot of things that make him hard during the day. Often jawdropped by his research, but once he tries things out with you, nothing can really shock him anymore. Absolutely wants to be collared, it’s his biggest fantasy. Another little secret he has, Yuzu is decked out in skating gloves, right. He wishes he could feel you wearing them, or he keeps them on for sex himself, the lacey transparent ones. Looks especially pretty when his wrists are tied so, major photograpy material. Oh yes, Yuzu likes the camera, he can work it. The guy is photogenic in any position and can strike any angle you want. Your phone background is a new Yuzu snapshot every week already, imagine your gallery, 5800 kinky pictures.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I’m gonna say it. The frozen lake out of town, late at night, condoms and lube with you. A quickie that will leave your genitals frozen. Yuzu might get stuck inside you because it’s -15 Celsius. Call that fantasy on ice. Jokes aside: Come on, Yuzu is the biggest ever hermit homebody. The couch will have a bunch of indents after your week-long fucking sessions after he comes home training. Also, at his desk while he does work for university. You ride him, Yuzu studies. Double the ambition. His dick is completely sore. The lake out of town thing might go down, but without sex. Just skating together under the stars, Yuzu doing amazing spins and spirals around you, very very romantic.

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

Yuzu is a crazed Sagittarius. Have you seen these men? They just want it all. Must be the influence of Jupiter. Zeus was definitely vibing that way. And yes, Yuzu has borderline unhealthy gold medal thinking in bed. He wants to be not just good but damn good with pleasing you. If you don’t have a good time and head home without an orgasm, he’ll consider himself a failure. Yuzu won’t cut himself any slack there. You’d have a hard time changing his ways into something more chill and moderate. Instead, you will see the benefits of rolling with it once you see how improvement fuels him and does make sex really mindblowing.

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

Couldn’t do things like slapping you, spanking. Yuzu makes for a terrible daddy dom, it’d not suit him.

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

Cum-dripping oral mess, Yuzu is the brave kind. Totally into it, and can’t resist a good blowjob. Will act different afterwards, there’s a lot of erotic tension. “This evening again?” is what those eyes are saying.

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

Outstanding kinesthetic intelligence. Every inch of his body follows his intent, and yours if you have him take on certain ways of kneeling. Yuzu can do it all, whatever you want. Tantalizing, moderato, overwhelmingly fast. He can take it, he can portray it. And knows the value of a pause like a true connoisseur. Not just when he wants to prevent cumming early, also just because the moment is right. That’s why cockwarming is a staple, as well as you having him wait patiently for kisses. To top it off: If you give him a blowjob, building up the tension by doing nothing is damn effective. The ruined orgasms you’re gonna give him... delicious.

Everything’s gonna have nice transitions as well, no awkward climbing and rolling and tangling limbs. If he gets something from another room that you need, no slouching. The university course as good as the extracurricular activities. Being inconsistent with any subsidiary details? Not in the Hanyu household, he’s keeping it classy. Yuzu feels like if he makes the bridges to new positions even remotely messy, the feeling is killed and it’s as if he’d break character mid-skate. Although he’ll have to practice and refine and test a lot of things because he’s not super experienced and adapting to your own movements is an individualized thing to do, he’s a masterclass of quality, period.

Even when things get fast and heated, nothing feels off. Having that kind of body smartness also means: Yuzu learns by touch, whatever you do. He knows by the way you pull his hair what comes next. How much saliva drips off your tongue when you suck at his neck, he knows how hard you’ll to ravage him in five minutes. This guy observes things you aren’t even conscious of because his physical understanding is just so fine-tuned.

The sense of rhythm, and every skating programme of him will showcase that, unbeatable. Unless his mood is really impacted by something severe, your guy feels it in every bone. He’s an artist, after all, he listens to music all the time. Dissecting rhythms to turn them into movement is what his line of work is all about. The pace will always fit the mood. Everything is precise, but never crude. Instead, the way he moves is dictated by an inherent flow. With little accents that match right with any thrust, like putting his hands on your sides when you’re on top of him.

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

Hit it Shakira: Whenever, wherever! He seemingly carries an entire condom factory with him. Or, to be more exact: At least three of them.

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

This one’s a complicated case. Yuzu being reckless on the ice may or may not mirror in your private life. He might need some downtime, so bring out the soft domme stuff. No trial and error stuff, just going through a routine of things you love the most. On the other hand, he always gives it all. This guy’s endurance at your hands is amazing. Advanced kinds of BDSM he will not feel deterred from at all. Rough toys, anal hooks, sounding, whips, why not is Yuzu’s motto. But then again. He has such a confusing mix of innocence and feeling like he’s completely hardcore. You might end up experimenting a lot, but also not daring the leap sometimes because the mood is different. And then rather go for softer hours, where Yuzu will be all shy shy and more bursting with excitement than ever. A good, interesting mix is what I’m saying.

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

Yuzuru, once he gets a bit of practice to gauge the situation... Viagra on two legs, absolute unexpected powerhouse. You might end up pondering to work out a little and go for a run because this guy is in a consistently outstanding shape to say the least. Olympic athletes are literally hard to fuck with. And since Yuzu is starfishing sometimes (which is very adorable), or he’s in bondage for some time, that presents a further problem: For a second round, he’s full of energy, while you already spent energy. So, you alternate with who’s active, and the other leans back entirely. He has to remind himself since his body is programmed for it: This is no contest — the point is feeling good.

You might ride him reverse cowgirl all the way while you watch TV, and after the overstimulation fades he will eat you out ad nauseam, full course slobbering, sweeping the whole menu. That way, it’s less about keeping up with him, which would be hard for most people not doing sports at his galactic level. He understands, Yuzu knows he’s not normal in that regard, you don’t have to worry. Some exercise still doesn’t hurt, just to further increase the quality of sex anyway.

Then again: Why go jogging and do some laps wasting valuable together time when Yuzu’s lap is the best workout? And running doesn’t guarantee your stamina in bed is perfect even if it does help. You rather wanna manage how to draw out the arousal. It’s a self-control thing, with the goal of having you match up in every aspect as good as you can. In which case, you can count on him to pull it off: Have you seen Yuzu doing jumps side by side with a bunch of female skaters? Copy paste. This guy knows how to synchronize with the ladies.

Something that has to be mentioned beside that, though. Yuzu has asthma since 2 years old, and it’s often a mind thing to him still these days. He doesn’t let it stop him from sleeping with you because as always, he’s not letting anything get in his way. He has learned to live and thrive with it. But you both have to mind the possibility of an attack, he prevents it with inhalers, and the mood plays a crucial role. Yuzu being comfortable and confident is so important to his breathing, and keeping a good rhythm rather than being chaotic in bed. So, you will plan most of your sexual activities rather than improvising.

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

Would stuff an entire sex shop into his every available orifice. Yuzu is a toy freak, he wants to try everything. Motto: a new one every day. Well, almost. But he can afford it. Buys stuff he uses solely on himself, things you use on him, things he uses solo and you use on him, and as the cherry on top, every possible high end vibrator on the market for you. Any size, too. This bitch will browse through the latest innovations, prepare to get off. He’s obsessed with seeing you use it on yourself. Yuzu owns a separate phone just for videos of you buzzing your clit, and him fingering you for minutes and minutes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Extremely so. Loves to be a total brat only to get put into his place. He does it so you’ll pull the chin grab on him. He likes getting choked out as a punishment as well. Yuzu also tends to be very around the corner if you will when it comes to soft subbing, he lays over expecting cuddles but doesn’t say so. Buds his head against your chest, nuzzles, and so on. Lighter forms of teasing come to him very easily. Loves to prompt. Roughhousing, banter, favorite thing.

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

Moderately loud because his voice is very very light, but unsurprisingly — he’s just beautiful. What a nice tone. Gorgeous whimpering sounds. And when you go hard on him, voice cracks! And really heavy breathing. What’s gonna be the most striking though is his expressiveness. We know it from the ice and interviews, and he can really amp it up even further. No need for screaming, that face will speak the volumes.

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

You’ll be blessed with him if you have a huge crying kink. Yuzu definitely opens the waterworks every other week in bed. Happy tears, horny tears, relief tears, aftercare tears, orgasm tears, masochist tears, romantic tears, subspace tears, he has it all. He also begs for the type of pain that makes it stream down his face for minutes. He’s touchy-feely all the way and feels like he can really connect with you that way.

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

His ass twitching is kind of a spectacle, but I don’t have to tell you, do I. Yuzu has muscles for the gods in there. So voluptuous, you can’t call it any other way. Big booty boyfriend, Jesus you can show him off, he loves it. Around the house, he will flaunt them big ole athlete buns in particular, acting like it’s unintended. Um, Yuzu, those are joggings. Smack it, he is sure to moan.

And may I respectfully mention as well — this guy has some major big ass balls figuratively and literally. How else would someone be motivated to jump a triple axel like it’s nothing. Not kidding, they’re big and round and ugh. His love for tight pants doesn’t help. He knows what your eyes like and dresses just to flex the goods. Screams for more spanking and pinching if you ask me. Yuzu is definitely serving it. Well-endowed, you lucky girl.

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

Mega horny, ready when you are. On a scale from zero to hundred? Breaching into the 90 percent right there. Yuzu’s hormones are literally insane. On paper he’s 26, but his dick wants the 18th birthday party. Jesus is he gonna be clingy when he’s in the mood. All wrapped around you in a backhug in the kitchen or when you iron a costume of his, and that’s sexy of him. He’s not gonna hide what’s filling out those sweatpants. He’ll desperately grind up against you like it’s Christmas.

Paired with his puppy eyes and little “Do you have some time... I’ll iron this tomorrow” — instant pounce. He’s admittedly a bit hard to keep up with sometimes, though. The reason: With that level of exercise, he has major pent-up energy. That machine is definitely running. Heavy sports changes your hormones, nervous system, and especially blood flow. Now take that to the scale of his performances and regimens? That equals a firework of horny. No wonder he masturbates all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes some time. He cools down, sweats it out, chugs water. However, don’t underestimate how tired Yuzu can already be. His daily routines and competitions have a toll on him. Ironically, he’s not a deep sleeper, however. Yuzu might toss and turn and have sudden energy bursts, or ideas, or gets hungry. So, he needs his plushies, he needs a weighted blanket, warm pajamas, a hot cup of his favorite warm drink, a light snack, and you by his side. Spooning him excessively and sometimes even humming to him. Yuzu looks like a certified angel on his pillow, his well-deserved rest from everything is so important, too.

NOTE - hope i could indulge you, thank you for reading!

#yuzuru hanyu #figure skating #yuzuru hanyu smut #yuzuru hanyu smut alphabet #yuzuru hanyu x reader #sub!yuzuru hanyu #sub!yuzu #dom!reader #fs #smut alphabet #smut abc #smut a-z

759 notes · View notes

mara-xx217 · 3 years

Note

Hello cutiepie, may I ask for some Vincent x reader wink wink

Oh yes... Yes you may, my friend 😏

Vincent Sinclair x Reader: The Right One

From the moment he laid eyes on you, Vincent just knew that you were the one. There was something about you that immediately caught his attention. The way you moved, the way you carried yourself, the brightness of your eyes, your beauty… Oh, you are so very beautiful… Ever since that fateful day you first wandered into town, you were his secret muse. More and more of his works became focused around you, and before long, just about all of his projects were simply... you.

You were so kind… Even though Vincent never had the confidence to even stay in the same room as you, let alone talk to you, you always gave him a warm smile and wished him a good day, even though he always avoided you out of sheer fear and embarrassment. But you never ridiculed him or shouted at him. Not once. Vincent couldn’t believe that an angel such as yourself found your way here, into a long dead ghost town where nothing beautiful lasts for very long. But you did. He’d even say that you thrived here.

Vincent’s affection for you seemed to grow by the day, as did your relationship with him. It was like a dream come true. You even managed to get along with his twin brother, Bo, and his younger brother, Lester! Vincent never thought, over the entirety of his lifetime, that he would ever find someone like you, that would actually love and cherish him as a normal human being. Too kind for her own good. Bo would say. She puts up with too much bullshit to hang around here with us… His twin wasn’t wrong. It was some kind of miracle that you hadn’t packed up your bags and left them in the dust, and he made sure to show you every day how much your presence meant to him.

The two of you started to spend more and more time together in the quiet basement of the Sinclair family home. Whenever you would inevitably fall asleep while talking to him or watching him work, Vincent couldn’t help but to study your gentle features in awe. He never got over how beautiful you were, how your features would soften and relax when you were in a deep sleep, or how you would occasionally make faces whenever you would dream of something… How did he get so lucky..? Bo was the one that always got the girl in the end, so to have you this close to him… he couldn’t be giddier.

All Vincent could ever think about, anymore, was you. Your smooth skin, your small hands, your soft hair… your full lips… You were the thing that kept him awake at night, but he didn’t mind. As long as it’s you, he certainly doesn’t mind. Especially when it’s those sweet noises of yours that draws him to you… Hearing your blissed out moans of pleasure always set him off in the best way. And the way that you scrunched up your face as you hit your peak? God, it was fucking orgasmic. You really were the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on, and he couldn’t wait to make you his forever.

It was inevitable that you would get married. Why wouldn’t you? It’s all you deserved and then some; to be loved and cherished by the one that you loved the most, forever and always. And what a humble little get together it was. His brother’s, along with a small handful of outsiders from a nearby town joined in celebrating the union between you and your husband to be. Somehow, Lester was convinced to actually dress up for the event, as was Bo. And you… You were simply stunning.

The dress was a simple little thing, but it complemented your figure beautifully and made you look absolutely angelic. Your cheeks were dusted with colour as Lester walked you down the aisle, struggling with all his might to not break down into an emotional, sobbing mess. It was such an honour to be the one to give you away, Vincent couldn’t blame his younger brother for being so emotional. It was such a sweet, happy occasion… Even Bo was struggling to hide his own emotions, barely able to look you in the face as you reached the end of the aisle. One would think that he was even smiling, but perhaps it was a trick of the light. Bo never really cared for other people, but even you, somehow, managed to worm your way into his heart. You really were something special, and after today, you would be a permanent member of the Sinclair family. Vincent believes that his parents would have been proud.

The vows were exchanges, yours flowery and sweet, and your husband to be’s curt but full of raw emotion that nearly bursts from deep within his chest. The entire world seemed to stop as the words: You may now kiss the bride were spoken. Your veil was lifted, allowing you to face your soon to be spouse completely unobstructed. It was such a beautiful moment… Raw and passionate, your cheek was cupped as your face was tilted upwards, your eyes fluttering shut as your soft, rosy lips finally met…

…

Vincent gripped the front of his sweater, gritting his teeth until they would surely be ground into dust. Watching Bo press his lips against yours, sealing the intertwining of your lives forever. God, it made him fucking sick. Vincent could barely hear the cheers and laughter over the blood pounding in his ears. It should have been him kissing you at the altar, not his twin brother, Bo. VIncent was clearly the better of the two of them, and yet… You picked him. You picked the wrong twin, whether you realized it or not. Bo would eventually fuck things up. He always does, and when it inevitably happens, you would come crawling over to him. And he would be there, but not without making you beg for him to make things right.

It just wasn’t fair… Bo didn’t deserve the happiness that you would give him. He was a self-sabotaging prick that would make you fucking miserable, just as he has done to him all his life. They were identical twins, but Bo was the one that got the better end of the deal, even though Vincent was clearly the superior of the two. He was smarter, more talented, the favorite… Yet Bo was the one that got you in the end?! It wasn’t fucking fair. If… if he was the one that was born first, then the roles would have been reversed. There’s no way in hell that you actually love Bo for who he is! He’s the biggest asshole on the planet, and you’re going to regret your decision.

If Vincent was born first, then you would have chosen him… God, why couldn’t he have been born first… Now, he’s going to have to watch you and Bo play happy families for… God knows how long, and he’s just going to have to grin and bear it and pretend that he’s actually happy for the two of you… He would be counting down the days that your relationship with his twin would eventually break down. Until then, he’ll just be the ghost that he always was, constantly in Bo’s shadow and waiting to feed on the scraps that he leaves behind. God, he wishes he was born first…

@prettycutebunny

@randomyklol

@kennbb

@furanshinufuransu

#house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader

84 notes · View notes

bluefoxproductions · 2 years

Text

I got into @pixelcatsend few days ago and I already love these precious kitties!!

This took me so long I’m so proud of it so I had to share them here, even though it’s completely out of the blue XD

-We have the brown one in the middle, that’s Stiks, [She/Her] made her myself!

-Left of her on the rock is Bear [He/Him] such a himbo, love him to death

-Left side under the rock is Brood [She/Her] kinda making her a bit elegant in nature? Love that for her

-Left side above Brood is Hummingbird! [She/They] such a sweetheart, absolute cutiepie, bless them legit (I don’t know why I went on this mini tangent, I guess I’m happy with the random cats I was assigned XD)

-Right side on the rock is Graphite [They/Them] Leader type, they are the leader, Stiks Did not want to be leader so they all voted for Graphite! I’m sure they’ll make their village proud UwU

-Last up! On the right below the rock Tawny! [Xe/Xem] Xe is an absolute rebel, would not sit still for this drawing, got totally distracted by a snail XD I love Xem so freaking much

DISCLAIMER to those who actually play Pixel Cat’s End

If you see the creator named DawnBlue in the forums, that is ME, I am not stealing from myself, if you see anyone else with this art from there I did not give them permission, but DawnBlue is ME XD

#bluefoxart #cats #cat #pixel cat #pixel cat’s end #cat oc #cat ocs #oc

6 notes · View notes

scoundrels-in-love · 4 years

Text

Okay, so I am going to try and write about something that I just can’t stop thinking about.

Which is, once again, Seun Gyeom’s diary. I spoke about it a good, long time ago (that’d be ep 7 or 8, I think?) here and rereading the post, it was really interesting to see what withstood test of time.

And in some ways what was actually true then but has shifted to be different now because he has grown as a person and immensely so.

Specifically, that’d be how Seun Gyeom was protective of his diary around Yeong Il but didn’t try to conceal it when Mi Joo was there. I speculated that he, in some way, had had very little privacy in his life and this was innate and simple trust, yet learning to draw borders in regards of Yeong Il. (And then I went on to extensively talk about how he’s not aware of walls he puts up and how verbal expression of care is still unfamiliar to him and something he is eager to welcome and replicate.)

And I feel like I was right, actually, even as Seun Gyeom hesitated to hand over his diary to Mi Joo this episode. Especially so, in truth.

First, he really was actually stalked and investigated by his own father and with the way that man acted, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had demanded Seun Gyeom to hand over and show his phone or some such at some point. Which, yikes on pikes.

Second, we’re back at to theme of self-love and him establishing his own person also independently from Mi Joo.

I didn’t speak of it much other than in few tags, but back when he confessed to Mi Joo, I got caught up in the way he said she gives him value. Because no matter what, it’s... It’s not great to stake your value being based on what you think someone else gives you. It’s a start, if you’ve never felt you had any, but it’s basically just shifting that task to someone better, rather than his parents or his teammates.

I bit my tongue and told myself - it’s something they will work on. And I was right. The show delivered and even more overtly than I expected. Because Mi Joo called him out directly about it. When? After their break up.

First, in the break up scene itself - he does assert himself to an extent, he gets upset that she makes him say the words instead of braving it herself, because it makes him take responsibility for it, to take her wishes as if they’re his own - which is something that his father has continuously done. He goes as far as to say it’s only mistake she’s made that night - because the rest he can understand and give it time, but this was cruel in a way he didn’t expect or wish to experience from her. But okay, I’m getting offtopic because it’s something I’ve thought about a lot.

The point is, he starts by asserting himself in the scene and then he continues with: “Let’s give each other time. It’s the least you can do for me. I think I deserve as much.” Which. WOW. Amazing. Beautiful. First time we see him saying “I am deserving of something, of being treated fairly and with kindness. and my feelings have value.” so plainly.

And then... Then he collapses a little on himself and asks her “Don’t I?”. He is still hurt, he is still angry, but he goes back to questioning because his value is STILL dependent on her on some level. He might’ve accepted on some unconscious part if she had said ‘no’, even if he had rebelled against it mentally. It’d have been a lot to overcome, in my opinion. But of course it’s Mi Joo and she doesn’t do that.

The same pattern repeats when he runs after Mi Joo and pleads her not to leave. It’s not the pleading itself, but the fact he apologizes for crying and breaking her heart with it. I went ‘oof’ immediately and, essentially, so did she. “How can you apologize even in moment like this?” Because even then, he is prioritizing her feelings and being sorry for taking up emotional space in not positive way, even though he’s breaking apart.

I truly and well think it’s what makes her say ‘you should love yourself more, for us to be in healthy relationship’ that same night. Because he still doesn’t. He’s learning, but she still is the root and the heart of his self-value and what creates any warmth he might feel toward himself.

I am not going to talk about every little moment in-between where we get to watch her nudge him toward healthier, loving mindset about himself or where he actually follows it through that we get to see. This is hella long as it is.

So. Third point, even if it’s actually still second. Him buying diary was her suggestion, him struggling with its concept and learning to write in it (with her help) was an important lesson in self-actualization. Him being protective of it toward Yeong Il, but not as much with Mi Joo, to me, felt like sign he does want to be vulnerable with her but also doesn’t know how to establish boundaries.

Something Mi Joo constantly tells him - my work and myself are the most important things to me, there’s a space in my life that is only for me and that is healthy and good and you should have for yourself!

And now that she asked for his diary, he had that belief in himself. I have something private, only mine, and just because I love her - and she loves me -, it doesn’t mean I have to give it up to her to be judged for its worth, or to share if I don’t explicitly wish to. To me, it was like him stating - I know I am truly my own person, with my own value independent of you(r affection) although it is important to me, I have my own thing that is purely my own.

It looked almost comical, how he didn’t let go of the diary and someone else might think of it as funny moment, ah pouty Seun Gyeom getting possessive of his belongings, what a cutiepie but also like stop, but to me that was such a quietly loud landmark of his journey towards self love that I quite physically can’t stop thinking about it.

Maybe it’s just me, maybe I am ascribing more importance to it than it actually has. But whenever I think of him learning to love himself, I will think of that moment, I will think of Mi Joo respecting that he doesn’t want it to be read and the long, long way the had went from that sunny day where he sat on the low wall, trying to find words for fear in his heart. And maybe I will tear up, again.

#run on #jtbc run on #kdrama #rainy watches kdrama

38 notes · View notes

darkdevasofdestruction · 4 years

Text

Sugar Plum Fairy - Spencer Reid

“Okay, carefully put the body on the table...Yeah, that’s perfect. Okay, thank you for your work.” I smiled briefly at the policeman. “I don’t know the details, but I heard this one is top priority. Can you finish it today?” he asked, making me grin even wider. “Of course! My colleagues were very diligent, so today I have only this one left. Even better, I’m all alone here, so my efficiency will sky-rocket.” I explain, getting a quick look at the cadaver on the table. “Very well, we will go now. Take care.” the other policeman nodded his head at me, before they both left the room, and now I was alone in the whole building. “Yes, finally!” I fist-pumped the air. “Time to listen to AC/DC and cut this bitch up.” I rubbed my hands together, putting the music at max volume around the lab, no longer having to listen to music with my headphones on.

The Y-Incision went by with no problem, then the removal and weighting of the organs was just as smooth, and now I started searching the stomach contents, when the phone started ringing in my lab coat.

“Cutiepie is calling. Do you want to take this call, or hang up?” my phone robot asked. “Answer the call.” I vocally activated it and carefully put the gaming headphones on, seeing as they have a microphone attached, so I could speak while also working. “Uhm...Can you turn down the music, please?” Spencer asked softly, making me chuckle. “Oh, yes, sorry about that, I forgot about it...There, all good. So how is my lovey dovey Sugar Plum Fairy doing?” I asked in a sweet voice, which only earned silence on his end, and some giggles and teasing from the background, making me drop my scalpel in shock. “Y-You’re...On speaker...” Spencer managed to say, and I could already imagine his flustered face. “...Oh my God, Spencer, I’m so sorry...You called me from your private number, I didn’t think you’d call me from work...I’m so so so sorry, Spencer!” I spoke frantically, only to hear a tired sigh. “It’s...It’s fine...You’re right, I called you from the wrong phone, it’s my fault. Anyway, I called because that body that was brought over to your work place is a key piece of our latest case. Can you tell me anything out of the ordinary so far?” he asked in a more formal voice. “...Sometimes it’s weirdly difficult not to call you some cutesy nickname, Spence. I’m at the 3rd stage of the autopsy, and the only out of the ordinary thing is how hilarious her tits are hanging to the side...Uhm...Pretend you didn’t hear that...” I facepalmed internally, realising how stupid I was. “Should I call in an hour or so?” he tried to spare both of us the embarrassment, before I gasped in realisation. “No, wait, hold up a second, I think I’m on to something...On her waist, she seems to have an epidermis tattoo...But the thing is...This epidermis tattoo is a shade different from her actual skin colour. I don’t know who did this, but they traced the actual tattoo perfectly, which means I can easily trace it on a paper and send you a picture, maybe it will help you.” I explained, taking off my gloves and started drawing the tattoo on the paper, quickly taking a picture of it and sending it to Spencer. “I tend to forget how smooth and nicely you can draw. This is spot on, I’m sure Garcia can find out about this. Thank you, Y/N, you’re the best.” his voice was sweeter than sugar, and I could already feel my cheeks burning up. “Always happy to help. Do you want to stay on the phone while I look around the stomach contents, or should I call you when I find anything interesting?” I asked, putting a new pair of gloves on. “I...have a few minutes free to hear your voice. Talk to me, I missed you.” he spoke gently, as I opened the stomach. “Well...I missed you too, sweetheart. Wait, I’m not still on speaker, right? I don’t want to embarrass you...Again...” I muttered, biting my lip. “No, darling, it’s okay, nobody’s around, they’re looking for the tattoo.” he explained, making me sigh in relief. “Good, good...I hope we get to spend some quality time soon. Until then, I suppose I’ll have to indulge in my unhealthy obsession with binge-playing video games. Remember my 20 hour speed-run of Diablo 2?” I laughed, taking out a sort of cloth neatly folded from the stomach. “Please don’t do that again. You slept for 16 hours after that.” he sighed in amusement and worry. “Spence...I think I found something...” I muttered, carefully taking the paper and putting it on a different glass dish, where I carefully opened it with the help of tweezers. “What is it?!” he asked quickly, filled with curiosity. “Uhmm...Darling...This looks like an ominous death threat and a meeting arrangement...A-And the same tattoo design is drawn here...I’ve had my fair share of creepy encounters in my life, but this tops it all, I think. She was forced to swallow this paper...That means they knew she was going to be discovered and used for an autopsy...But who is supposed to see this...?” I rant my ideas, while Spencer was silent, and yet, there was a dark atmosphere taking over the both of us. “Spencer...?” I asked in a soft voice, feeling anxious. “I think you should get out of there...Now.” Spencer spoke seriously, but just as he said that, somewhere outside my lab, I could hear a very faint sound. “Spencer...I-I think there’s someone here...And I don’t think they’re nice people. I have nowhere to hide or escape. What should I do?” I asked in a shushed voice, not sure what to do. “Hide the paper back in the stomach and pretend you don’t know anything. We’ll be coming for you shortly...Please, please, please, Y/N, stay safe. I can’t stand the idea of you...I...I can’t even say it. Also...Don’t forget what we talked about before.” his voice was restless as I could hear him talking to his co-workers. “Honey...I’ll put you on mute, just in case something happens. You can hear what’s being spoken, but nobody will hear what you say, so you can discuss with your colleagues.” I explain, biting my lip. “Y/N...I love you. Please be safe.” I heard his worried voice, as sweet as usual, making me smile even despite the fear I harboured in my heart. “I love you too, darling.” I muttered, before muting the phone and putting it in my lab pocket.

I put the headphones around my neck as to not arouse too much suspicion, anxiety surging through my veins, until finally, the door was kicked open, revealing a huge, burly man, smirking down at me...So here I had to start acting.

“U-Uhmm...H-Hello...?” I asked, my voice trembling with fear, not able to look up at him. “Ahh, who’d have thought! Such a lil’ missy taking care of my girlfriend’s dead body! That’s perfect, I wouldn’t have wanted some sleezy ol’ man touching my girlfriend, or...Seeing her tits hanging to the side like that.” he grinned darkly, making me gulp in fear. “So, uhm...Wh-What can I do for you...?” I squeaked like a mouse, not able to look anywhere but down. “You could start by continuing the autopsy. I’m sure you’ll find something rather interesting that would be valuable for me.” he smirked, going to lean on a desk, motioning for me to continue my work. “O-Okay...” I nodded vigurously as I hurried to do my job.

Just then, his phone rang and speaking to it, I had to strain my hearing to try to pick up and understand what the person on the other end was saying, and thankfully enough, I could understand what they wanted to do:

Find the paper and kill the witness.

I started breathing heavily, biting my lip, feeling how my heart was going into tachycardia as I started having a flashback to a conversation I had with Spencer over a year ago, just a few months after we got together.

-----

“Honey, it’s going to be okay! You did nothing wrong! You did everything you could to survive and make sure the mission is a success. Please don’t blame yourself.” I hugged him tightly, stroking his hair to sooth him. “But Y/N...I killed someone. I did. With my own hands. I pulled the trigger. I robbed someone of their life...” he sighed, closing his eyes. “You killed someone who robbed so many others of their lives! He was a criminal, he would have tortured and killed again! Better dead than a fugitive! And think of the victims’ families, you gave them a certain kind of closure by catching the culprit!” I reassured him, kissing his forehead softly. “...You want to say something more, don’t you? Why are you holding back?” he asked, raising his gaze to look at me. “I...It’s...It’s selfish. You shouldn’t hear it now.” I looked down, biting my lip in shame. “Please tell me, Y/N. I want to know what’s on your heart. I want to know you.” he put his hands on my face as if I was the one needing reassurance. “Spencer...If anything...I-I want you to live...For me...No matter what happens out there, I don’t want to lose you. I know it’s dangerous out there, but...But...I don’t want the only person I’ve ever loved in my life to be taken away from me. I-I don’t know what I’d do...” I bit my lip harder, trying not to imagine such a fatalist scenario. “I understand...I feel the same way, Y/N. So why don’t we promise each other something? That way, you won’t have to be afraid of being selfish. We’ll both be selfish.” I could see the glint of mischief in his eyes. “What is it...?” I asked in a shushed voice, as he pulled me to his chest. “If anything happens, you have to live. If I promise to kill in self-defense, so should you. I don’t want to lose you either, but with the work I’m doing, no matter how private I am, I’m afraid that someone might come after you. So if anything happens...You know what to do. I know you swore a vow to never harm a living person, but that is thrown out of the window once that person tries to kill you. What do you say?” he spoke seriously, as I’ve never seen him before - He was still afraid, desperate. “Is that...Really...Okay? I’m not in the law enforcement...I don’t want to go to jail...” my bottom lip trembled in slight fear. “Self-defense will never get behind bars. Trust me, I know the laws inside out better than I know my own house.” he explained with a soft smile. “Okay...Okay, Spencer...We’ll be okay. We have to be.” I nodded, putting my forehead to his, staying like that for a while as we both tried to calm down.

-----

“Didja find anythin’, girly?” the man asked in a rough, aggressive voice, and I suddenly got an idea on how to escape. “Y-Yes, I found this paper, but it’s bloody and I have to clean it up to see if there’s anything on it. It won’t take too long, I promise.” I explained, showing him the paper with my tweezers, and he only nodded, watching me like a hawk.

I put a few water droplets with the pipette after neatly stretching the paper on a glass plate, putting it under the microscope and trying to catch the right angle where the ink would be rather stained from the blood and water I messed it up with.

“Uhm...There’s something written on it, but I can’t quite understand the writing. Normally, I’d take a picture and send it to the police where they have people special for that, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want that. Maybe you can understand the writing style?” I explain, stepping away from the microscope and motioning for him to step in. “Can’t even read some words...” he grumbled in anger as he bent down, looking around with the microscope, visibly frowning. “That’s such a messy writing...What the hell did he do with that hand of his...?” he groaned, as I slowly took out the scalpel from my lab coat. “Who knows...?” I ushered, plunging the scalpel in his carotid artery, hearing him scream bloody murder, as I screwed the blade around, doing more damage, his blood gushing away like a fountain. “Wh-What.......?” was the last thing he could stutter as he fell down on the ground and it took everything I had not to stand there and stare at what I had just done.

I have to save myself, not stare at life slipping out of him. I carefully changed the scalpel blade and put a knife in his hand, before leaving the room, only to be met by 2 goonies who were definitely of his gang.

“H-Hey, are you with that guy?! He just injured himself! I can’t save him by myself, you have to help me!” I cried out in desperation, praying they will be fooled by my act. “Ehhhh?! That idiot got himself injured? Let’s go check it out.” the one of the left patted the one on the right on the shoulder, before going to check it out. “It’s serious, we have to do something!” I said as I slowly took out the keys from my lab coat and locked them there, as they were too busy checking his body. “YOU BLOODY WHORE, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” they roared, as I ran out of there, to the elevator, continuing to lock all doors behind me, as I unmuted Spencer. “In 2 minutes I’ll be outside. Where are you?” I asked, panting, trying to keep myself down. “We’re almost there, don’t worry. As soon as you leave the building, go down the street to your left. We’re getting out of the car and walking towards you, so we won’t attract too much attention to you.” he explained, and I could only nod, barely remembering he can’t actually see it. “Don’t know how I won’t attract attention when I have blood all over me.” I mumbled, stepping out into the open. “Did he...?” he trailed on, not wanting to say it out loud. “Yeah...He’s dead. And I locked the 2 other goonies inside. I just hope there’s no one else.” I took a deep breath, rushing down the street, and thankfully enough, I could see a 2 people coming my way, one of them being my beautiful chestnut haired boyfriend.

Unfortunately, just as I thought everything was okay, I feel myself being grabbed from behind in a choke hold, something cold pressed to my temple -

It was a gun.

As tears started welling up in my eyes and I could barely stop myself from shedding them, I could see Hotch extending his arm in front of Spencer, so he wouldn’t do anything stupid and that he’ll handle it.

All I could do was look at Spencer while my sight remained blurry and my body was trembling like a leaf - I had no idea what to do, how to react, all I knew was that I was afraid and I had a scalpel in my pocket.

As Hotch tried to negotiate with the criminal, the man got pissed off, pushing me behind him as he started trashing his gun arm left and right.

That’s when I knew I had to act. I couldn’t have anyone accidentally or intentionally hurting my Spencer...

I threw my arms over his gun one from the side, pulling it backwards, away from the 2, one hand over the gun, while the other stabbed the man’s inner wrist, easily destroying the veins.

Thankfully, this gave Hotch the opportunity to shoot the man before he could do anything bad, and not before long...The enemy fell to the ground with an empty expression.

I quickly kicked the gun away, crouching down to make sure he’s really dead, and when I confirmed it, I got up, shakily stepping backwards, the scalpel falling from my hands as I tried to get myself back together.

“It’s over now, sweetheart. It’s over. You’re here, with me, nobody will hurt you again.” I felt Spencer hug me tightly, and the warmth and emotions behind it made me start crying from the shock, panic and fear that I felt. “I-I was so scared...” I managed to stammer over my words, as my lovely boyfriend put his hands on my face, tilting it up so I could see him, my eyes staring into his. “I know, darling, I know. We can go back home now, it’s okay.” he tried to reassure me, but Hotch came over. “Before you go home, I need you to tell us what you know from the autopsy. I’m sorry to stress you out after going through such a traumatic experience, but we need to catch the criminals.” the man said, and seeing Spencer frowning in protest, I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. “It’s okay, I understand. Let’s go. I’ll be okay.” I managed to mutter.

Spencer put his arm around me, kissing my temple as we went to his workplace, and sure, seeing his colleagues all at once was rather overwhelming, but my sweetheart easily handled everything and put a blanket over my shoulder, pulling me to his chest to calm me down, while I explained everything in detail.

While everyone was working on the case, two blonde girls that I found out were Penelope and J.J. and they were sweet enough to try to calm me down by chatting with me.

“So how did you and Spencer meet? You look so cute together!” Penelope asked, grinning from ear to ear. “A while ago, at a cafe. There were no empty seats and the waitress asked me if he could stay there, as he’s a regular, so of course, I said why not.” I smiled softly, holding his hand, our finger intertwining. “She was reading Lord Of The Rings, when she got a phone call from her boss and she got out her case files from the morgue and started explaining all the details.” he stroked my hair soothingly. “And then you took a look at the pictures and randomly started giving your theories and we managed to solve the case together.” I chuckled weakly, my smile growing wider. “Awwwwww, that’s so cute!!” she chirped. “When is the marriage?! Can I be a bridesmaid?!” she continued, making the both of us blush and hide our faces in embarrassment. “Garcia, be gentle with them! They’re soft!” J.J. grinned, nudging her with her elbow. “Who’d have thought that Genius Boy is such a Lover Boy? Sugar Plum Fairy~! And what’s her nickname? Now I’m curious!” Garcia leaned closer to us. “...Sleeping Beauty...I like to sleep...A lot...” I muttered, feeling my cheeks warmer than before. “And you like to be woken up with a kiss~?” she continued to tease us. “..........Yes.” I managed to whisper, hiding my face in the blanket. “When will I find someone as sweet as Lover Boy?! You’re just SO cute together!” she hyped us up, and we could only sigh and look at each other with a smile. “Okay, okay, we’ve done our job, let’s give them some privacy. We’ll come back to tell you when you can go home. Oh, by the way, Spencer...I’m pretty sure I heard them talk about giving you a week off or something. You’ve worked hard for us, you deserve it, especially now after everything you’ve been through.” J.J. smiled down at us, putting her arm around Garcia, guiding her fangirling self out of the office. “Well, hear that, I have vacation. Where do you want to go?” he kissed my lips gently, looking at me with a tender look. “We’ll think of something. The seaside, the mountains...We have time for everything.” I grinned softly, cuddling closer to him. “I love you, Spencer.” “Yeah, we have all the time in the world. I’m so glad you’re safe...I’m sorry you had to go through all that, but I’m so glad nothing happened to you. I love you so much, my Sleeping Beauty.” he kissed me once again, just as sweetly as before. “I would never leave my Sugar Plum Fairy alone.” I gazed at him lovingly, before settling for a comfortable silence, waiting to go home.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #penelope garcia #J.J.#aaron hotchner #BAU #FBI

261 notes · View notes

nitaescence · 5 years

Text

vii. “... daddy?”

genre: DDLG!au word count: 6.8k warnings — littlespace, fluffy Taehyung, con noncon, unprotected sex, arm choking, squirting, creampie, spankings, dirty talk, overstimulation, you’re bratty, mean Jk makes you cry & gets rougher

sweetpea masterlist

Your face beamed at the sight of Jungkook as you came out of the classroom. His smile was just as big as yours. You ran to him and he opened his arms to welcome you in a loving hug. You nuzzled him a little, grinning when you smelt his familiar scent and his strong arms squeezing you to his chest.

“You had a good day?” He kissed the top of your head and went to fetch your stuff from your assigned locker. “Hm-mm?”

While helping you putting your shoes on, Jungkook heard you mumbling in a small voice but could not make out what you wanted to say.

He saw you pointing at one of your classmates,who had become your best friend at school, as you repeated yourself.

“You want to invite her home?” He quired, standing back up. His soft, long black hair slid down, covering his face the longer he kept looking down at your pleading eyes.

He shook his locks back in place to study the girl who was now pointing in his direction.

Jungkook felt a bit uneasy when the older woman holding your friend’s hand caught his eye. The moment he had resolved not to address any other caregiver he could meet when dropping you in and out flashed in his mind.

The two of them began walking your way and his anxiousness increased.

The little girl immediately came by your side to hold your hand, sporting a loving smile as she looked up at your caregiver. He offered a shy grin back.

The woman seemed to be five years older than him and not at all thrown off at the idea to talk to him. You and your friend both casually watched them conversing as everyone else waved each other goodbye on their way out.

You noticed Jungkook’s eyes taking that familiar rounder shape as he made sure to catch every sentence coming passed her red lips. He seemed to be agreeing to every word she was saying. He politely bid her farewell and asked you to do the same after she beamed a goodbye to you.

The next day, you woke up in a very good mood. You spent the morning thinking about activities you could do with your friend when she would come home. You were impatient for her to arrive.

“Let’s cook some pancakes. You love how I make them and I think she’d lik’em too,” Jungkook suggested right after turning on the washing machine.

You promptly nodded your head in agreement since you had your mouth full of yogurt. He began taking all the needed ingredients out as well as all the necessary cooking tools.

You hurried to finish your dessert to be able to assist him.

He helped you crack the eggs, removing any pieces of shell that might have fallen in the large bowl and let you pour milk while he took care of mixing the content homogeneously. He naturally attended to cooking the batter and turned a blind eye to you gulping down the first two he made.

“Okay, that’s enough!” He announced somewhat sternly as he nimbly took the plate away from your side of the counter while flipping the pancake over.

“no, one more, one more,” you whined a little following the plate with your eyes.

He tsked.

“No, no, no, no, because one is going to become two and then two will become three.” Your mouth turned upside down comically. “What’s the point in making them if there aren’t any left for your friend, hm? Cutiepie?”

“but i promise i eat only one,” you begged showing your finger to defend your suggestion.

“Nu-uh, go wait for me in my room. I won’t be long,” he pecked at the top of your head and you resigned yourself, stomping away. “You can huff and puff all you want and there won’t be any left for you.”

You stopped immediately.

Later, he joined you on his bed where you had open a book. He made you lie by his sides and spooned you tightly to him.

The ring rang a couple of minutes after and your eyes lit up. You dropped the book and shifted to stand up but Jungkook prevented you from moving away from him.

He watched with an amused smile as you tried to free yourself from his strong grip trapping you to him.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Go open the door?” He humored as you kept on moaning your way out. “She’s gonna leave if you don’t open it.”

Your struggle turned into frustration and he eventually let you climb down the bed before he would unintentionally make you cry.

You hurried out of the room but looked back to him, pleading him to speed up so he could open the intricate lock. You pulled him by his arms and stood up on your tippy toes behind him so you could peek.

You both recognized the woman who was the first to appear right after he opened the door. Your friend came in and greeted Jungkook shyly before you snatched her away and ran back inside his room.

He finished talking and closed the door after they had agreed on the hour she would drop by to pick your friend up.

He went to join you but then decided he would be in the way and left the two of you on your own.

He made the most of the opportunity to work on some projects he still had to finish now that you did not need his attention; but kept his ears open just in case.

You spent most of your time in his bedroom, either reading, drawing or watching any DVDs Jungkook was kind enough to put on for you, interrupting himself in his work.

He eventually reminded you of the pancakes you made together and checked if your friend felt peckish.

Your eyes lit up at the mention of the forgotten pancakes and you hurriedly took her hand to walk out.

“Go wait for me in the living-room. I’ll bring them,” Jungkook shouted at you when he saw you from afar.

It took him a couple of minutes to get a tray ready.

He carefully put it on the coffee table and you instantly went to sit on the fluffy rug right in front of the full plate.

Jungkook asked your friend whether she would like something on her pancake. You both looked at her. She sheepishly pointed at the jar of red berries jam.

“i do, i do!” You whined to show him you were taking care of it.

Jungkook frowned a bit, confused at your sudden burst. “Alright, let me just open this for you.”

You watched as he easily uncorked it, you readily took over. You folded the pancake and offered it to your friend.

He went to sit next to her, keeping his distance but got the sugar bowl ready, presaging you. You shook your head and spooned out some of the same jam on your own pancake much to his surprise.

When you were done, you stood up and forced yourself to sit between them.

“You could ask me to move,” Jungkook grunted as he scooted away to leave you some room on the couch. You did not pay attention to him.

“you put what in you’ pancake?” your friend asked you quietly.

“Hmm, like you.” you smiled, showing her. She grinned back satisfied you shared similar taste.

Jungkook got up and went back to the kitchen. “You want me to bring you some juice?”

“yes!” you yelled back without looking at him which made your friend giggle.

He came back with two glasses and you rushed to take your friend’s out of his hand to give it to her yourself.

“Careful,” he scolded lightly as he watched the liquid threatening to spill.

He chose to sit on the other couch and took his laptop from the table to keep working.

It felt somewhat strange to have you focus your attention on someone else beside him and Taehyung, but it also did not feel like you… You had never shown that much stubbornness nor that much lack of awareness with regard to him, even when Taehyung was around.

You finished your drinks and left to wash your hands in the bathroom. Jungkook noticed you out of the corner of his eye, whispering things to each other.

He looked up from his screen when you stood right next to him. He took your hand in his softly but you gently swayed him and pointed at his sweatpants pocket.

“i want dis.” You mumbled with a small scowl.

“What? My phone?”

You nodded and he instantly knew for what purpose.

Your friend was waiting expectantly right behind you so he did not feel like denying you his device.

He unlocked it and tapped on the youtube application. It automatically showed your favorite cartoon show. He opened his palm and the next second you were already running back to his room with his phone.

You spent the last hour before your friend’s caregiver would come pick her up watching videos, hypnotised by the small screen, so much so that when Jungkook came to fetch her you barely looked up to say good-bye.

You followed them in the corridor but left to go lay on the couch to keep watching the episode playing. Jungkook took care of bidding them farewell.

“Okay baby girl, I think that’s enough screen time for today.” He huffed as he plopped down next to you.

You did not respond.

“Hey, hello?” He tried again. “I’m talking to you.”

You kept ignoring him and even had the nerve to turn up the volume. He bit one side of his lower lip and raised his brows.

“Miss?” He called again, teasingly pulling one of your ponytails. “Come on, ______. I’m being nice right now. Give me the phone back.”

“no.” You firmly pouted and slid down in the small space between the couch and the coffee table to get further away from him.

A sigh escaped him. He leaned back against the couch and raised his hands to rub his face. He inclined forward again and noticed you had crawled away underneath the table.

“______,” his voice lost any touch of humor. “I’m gonna get mad if you don’t listen to me.”

He stood up and walked around to join you. “Come on give it to me now.”

He bent down and took the side of the phone you were not holding. Your grip tightened when you felt him pulling it upward. You whined in one last attempt to persuade him to grant you another thirty minutes.

He gave you some time to get a grip on yourself.

“No, no, you are on a time-out now. Come on, stand up.”

You tugged back and he ran out of patience. He yanked his phone harder than he intended and your body jerked back in result, making you bump your head against the table.

You yelped and instantly cupped the back of your head but he did not want to waste any more time and pulled up by your other arm to guide you towards the corner.

“Stay still.” He groaned. “I don’ wanna hear anymore whining.”

Punishing you did not make him feel any better but he felt he had to to get his point across and in some way entrench his position as a dominant, even more so when Taehyung was not there.

You obediently sat down on the floor cross-legged and held your whimpers back the best you could while he went to sit back on the couch.

The first minutes, his eyes kept travelling back and forth between you and his laptop. Their corners creased slightly at the endearing sight of you gently rubbing between your ponytails.

“Hey…” Taehyung sighed exhausted as he threw his jacket on the couch.

Jungkook acknowledged him with one look thrown his way. He flopped down and stretched his legs tiredly under the table. You wanted to look around to catch Taehyung’s attention but at the same time did not want to get into more trouble.

Their conversation went on for a couple of minutes.

“Where’s ______ ?” Wondered Taehyung right before yawning. “Haven’t seen her…”

The mention of your name made your eyes water in spite of yourself, ashamed at the thought Jungkook would surely tell him about your behavior.

“She’s right there.” The latter pointed at you.

Taehyung slightly frowned at your sight. He was so tired he had not even noticed you although you were less than four feet away from him.

It was as if you could feel his stare on you and you tightened your hold around your soft toy — which Jungkook graciously gave you to comfort you a little — , lowering your head even more.

“Why? What happened?”

Taehyung knew this was part of the “game” but never imagined you would get to this point. This was supposed to be a fun experience.

Seeing you from the back so diligently sitting at your assigned spot not moving an inch, scratching your cheek and readjusting your position and posture as your ponytails swayed with every move was as funny as endearing.

You wished you could stop listening to them talking about you, your face was already flaming up with colors. You had disappointed one, what would the other think of you now?

“Didn’t wanna listen.” Jungkook automatically responded never looking away from the screen. His voice sounded a lot more harsher after Taehyung’s arrival.

“How long has it been?”

“Fifteen minutes, I think.”

Taehyung licked his lower lip and slowly got up, shuffling towards you. You recognized his scent and quickly it surrounded you, enveloping you entirely as he bent down and gently thrust his face in the crook of your neck, softly pecking your cheek.

“Hey, baby.”

His arms slid beneath your armpits, “up we go. Come on. Stand up for me.”

You weakly leaned your weight on your legs that still felt numb from the sitting position. You refused to make eye contact with him. “You got in trouble, hm?”

He chuckled lightly, dissipating the foggy cloud that had condensed inside you and making your chest a lot less heavy.

His hands felt warm against your face as he cupped them in one last attempt to make you look up at him but you favored snuggling against his chest for now. Being punished and deprived of their warmth was the worst thing that could happen to you.

Taehyung softly cooed at you as he gave in and squeezed his arms around you. Your attempt to hide from Jungkook did not last long. Taehyung stepped to the side and gently made you walk behind him until you reached the foot of the couch where Jungkook was now lying on.

Taehyung moved behind you and closed his hands on your tummy, slowly rustling your hair with the tip of his nose while you frowned and kept looking down at your soft toy.

“She’s something to say.” Taehyung prompted you with an amused smile.

You frowning deepened and you quickly wiped your eyes with the back of your hand to prevent those irritating tears from showing.

You could barely meet Jungkook’s serious gaze.

You chin wobbled. “... i’m- i’m sorry.”

Jungkook remained silent.

It was not because he did not want to, he could not, not when Taehyung was there, not when he was holding you and being all kind and touchy with you. It would not be that easy this time around and he wanted you to grasp it.

“There’s no need to be sad, now. Gi’e me a kiss,” he pecked your cheek again and you turned back around to him. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

He walked beside you while patting your head. You flinched and he frowned.

“Does your head hurt you ?”

“yes.” You answered, instinctively placing your palm on the hurting spot. “the table hu’t me.”

Jungkook frowned at your answer.

He wondered if you purposely changed the truth, just like you did not complain after Taehyung had hurt you. It still was not fair, he did not mean to hurt you unlike Taehyung and yet he was not the one holding you at that moment.

Jungkook exhaled heavily and sat up to fetch his phone and get food for tonight delivered.

A while later, Taehyung sent you to the living-room where you sat good as gold at the same time Jungkook left to answer the door.

You scooched over when he reappeared and layed out two large boxes.

He silently sat down and opened them. He helped himself to one slice and began eating.

You hesitated a little, thought he would serve you your pieces but he did not seem to acknowledge you. So you inched forward and stretched your hand but instantly stopped yourself when he clicked his tongue.

You raised your gaze to his resentful one and lowered your head, retracting your hands as your eyes watered again and stayed put.

Jungkook watched you closely a glint twinkling in his eyes and noticed the flush of your shower reddening the apple of your cheeks so adorably as your mouth quivered in an upset frown.

Taehyung came in not long after, plopping in the wide gap between you with a loud sigh. He leaned forward and turned his head toward you.

He raised his brows a little. “You’re not eating, kitten?”

You fiddled with your hands tightly gripping the hem of your onesie, mumbling softly without looking up.

“You not hungry?”

Taehyung leaned to the side, speaking softly. “Did Jungkook tell you something, hm? He doesn’t want you to eat?” You subtly nodded. “Aw, baby. He’s just messing with you. Don’t cry. Sit up.”

You let his hand pull you back up a little closer to the table, blinking your tears away.

“How many slices do you want?” You answered him by showing your fingers. “Only one, you sure? Here, take this one. I’ll put another one right here. Just for you.”

You slowly began nomming, giving Jungkook a worried look as if to check his reaction but he was ignoring you.

Jungkook left to clean up and went to get ready to leave for work.

During all his round trips, you found yourself looking up at him. You met his eyes at some point, seeing how upset he was; it ruined a little your appetite and this time around you reached for one of the napkins delivered along the pizzas to wipe the tear you did not manage to hold back.

You did not know what you had to do to make him less disappointed in you and you hated to see him looking at you so coldly. Jungkook was everything but cold to you, he had never acted that distant.

You truly became brokenhearted when he did not even kiss you goodbye before leaving for work. It was the first time it happened. It was the final straw.

You remained quiet on the couch, forlorn, while Taehyung cleaned up.

“C’mere, my upset little baby… Let me warm you up,” he cooed right after lying down. You did not need to be asked twice and crawled towards his open arms to lie on his chest. “I’m good at holding you, right?”

You remained silent.

“You need a lot of holding since you’re such a troublemaker…” He teased and you croaked out a tiny whine. “Someone’s gotta hold you down... I think you like it.”

You stayed this way, body to body, a good hour before Taehyung could feel his eyes beginning to give up on him. He still found some strength left to carry your whiny self to bed with him.

He laid you carefully down and went to turn the lights off. Your hand looked for him in the dark. He pressed his body to yours closely, always the thought of bringing the comfort you were seeking in mind. He pressed his lips against your forehead, eyes and cheek.

Your arm curled behind his nape and he felt you pushing against him.

“Babe, wait,” he breathed softly. “Let me spoon you instead.”

You reluctantly let him roll you over on your side but still pulled onto his arm to make sure no space was left between you. He grabbed your chest and nuzzled your hair.

You held onto his hand and arched your back into him.

“Baby girl… behave,” he sleepily mumbled.

You turned a deaf ear and pressed your butt harder against his crotch.

His deep voice called your name in a serious tone. “I have to wake up early tomorrow…”

You whimpered in frustration and shifted.

“No,no,no,no,no… don’t move.” He repositioned the covers. He knew what you were going for.

His palm sneaked down between your thighs. You felt its warmth when he gently cupped your crotch. He moved your legs above his and slowly began to rub your covered slit with his thumb.

You pushed your head back against his shoulder while he peppered sleepy sloppy kisses on your neck. You grew a little impatient and blindly shoved your hand in his pants. Taehyung quietly hissed against your shoulder when he felt your palm rubbing him.

“______,” he repeated menacingly. He took your hand from his pants. You whined again, frustrated. He took his hand from underneath the covers.

He knew you being irritated was only due to your weariness and having sex was not a solution for him.

He turned you around, making your bodies face each other.

“Alright..., you need to get some sleep.” He positioned his arm under your head so you could nuzzle your face in his chest as you calmed down to little sniffles. Your whining got muffled against his skin. He soothed you, hushing you softly while gently patting your back.

“Wan’ me to sing you to sleep?” You nodded, knuckling your tired eye. “Promise to get some sleep, okay? Close your eyes.”

You did as told and nuzzled further into him. He began to sing quietly in your ear, a pleasant humming that quickly lulled you in a deep slumber before you knew it.

Taehyung breathed in deeply and stretched his legs a little. He blinked one eye open down at you and saw you already awake and lying on top of him, lightly clinging on his shirt. He moved his arms to hug you to him and gently moved you both to your sides.

“It can’t possibly be morning yet,” he complained with a groggy voice. You thrust your face in the crook of his neck, your breath tickled his skin still very warm.

“Morning baby,” he kissed your forehead.

You kissed his collarbones in response.

“Slept well? Hm-mm? Good. I slept well too.”

He slowly rolled over and pressed you into the mattress as he began kissing your face.

“Oh,” he craned his head back to look at your temple. “Something bit you here.”

You moved your finger to touch where his was rubbing and felt the tiny bump of the sting. You heard him breath deeply in before stretching his arm to reach for his phone and check for the time. He put it back and prompted his body on his arms above you.

You yanked him back by his shirt and let his hips fall back on top of yours with a small chuckle.

“C’mon baby, we need to get up.”

You shook your head and tried to pull the rest of his body back on top of yours to no avail. He effortlessly climbed down the bed away from your grabbing hands.

“Come on… I’ll make you breakfast.” He held out his hand and pulled you up. He stopped to point down at something. “Don’t forget your slippers. T’keep your little footsies warm, hm.”

You took place right in front the bowl Taehyung prepared you and put your soft toy beside you on the table. You heard the bathroom door open when he walked out to go back in his room.

You finished eating slowly, making sure they were no leftovers like he liked better.

“You done, baby?” Taehyung suddenly inquired as he opened the cupboard to get something he would eat on his way.

“yes, look!” You smiled up at him when he came closer. Worry quickly settled in at his sight and you leapt away before he could kiss the crown of your head, right in front of his confused eyes.

“Baby?” He wondered as he followed where you had disappeared. “What are yo- Oh, kitten why are you grabbing your clothes?”

“i go out wit’ you…” You simply explained after extracting a pair of jeans.

“No princess,” Taehyung cooed as he walked closer where you had sat down to put them on. “I can’t bring you with me. I’m going to work.”

“i wan’ go…” you whined and pout down at you half-clothed legs while he brushed your hair.

“I promise we’ll get to spend more time together… We’ll even build that Disney lego set we bought the other day when I come back, okay?” He watched as you reluctantly slipped out of the jeans. “Stay with Jungkook for now.”

You handed him the pair and he folded it back in his closet.

“Don’t look too happy about it,” he snorted.

You shrugged, a little dispirited.

“He’s not mad at you,_____.” He tried again, cupping your cheeks. He playfully pressed them together. “Trust me?”

You nodded but still did not seem any merrier.

“Can I get a smile? A tiny one?”

You gave in and offered him a tiny grin.

“There you go baby. Don’t look sad, I don’t like to see you upset.”

He pulled you up and craned your head to kiss your lips softly.

Jungkook woke up a few hours after.

You hesitated a bit about making eye contact with him, not wanting to see that look again but gradually managed to glimpse at him to take the pulse of his mood.

He kept roaming around the spacious apartment in his sweatpants before he eventually settled on one of the couches and lied down.

He was not in the field of your vision.

You breathed out lightly and mustered a shy smile before looking back as your way of greeting him but he was busy looking at his phone.

You did not want to doubt Taehyung’s words even though he was not acknowledging your efforts and comforted yourself thinking you would get other occasions and kept on colouring, an activity that had occupied the whole morning.

Jungkook did not like the palpable tension he was yet at the origin of.

You did not move from your spot on the rug, only to adjust your position, as you had switched activities and began to read books.

As childish as his behavior could be perceived, Jungkook remained silent but it did not prevent him from staring fondly at you as you inspected the colourful images seriously.

He was not as upset as he could have been the day before and any sign of vexation completely disappeared from his face the longer you did not look back at him.

A small sigh escaped you as you closed the book.

You rubbed your eyes as you sat up on your knees and the look in his eyes shifted to a more strict one as he looked away.

You could not ignore the subtle gurgling of your stomach anymore.

You tried to catch his attention again but did not leave him much time and stood up to walk away.

He could hear your small pitter-patter to the kitchen.

You curled your lip, uncertain, as you slowly scanned the clean counters. You ended up opening the fridge and spotted a big plate inside. You went to stretch your arm but another much more brawny moved faster and a gasp of surprise escaped you.

When you turned around, you were greeted with Jungkook’s chest as he stood tall, towering you proudly. He was not looking at you, focusing on getting several things at once from the fridge.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hungry?” he huffed as he turned around, not giving you time to react either.

You closed the fridge behind you and moved closer to him. You felt obliged to assist him in any way but he sent you back, ordering you to sit at the table and wait for him which you did without arguing.

You sat neatly and kept staring at him from afar as he was busy cooking.

You hesitated a second, wondering if you could go fetch your stuffie and after throwing a quick look at Jungkook who still had his back turned, you scuttered hurriedly to the living room and caught it.

It would help you feel less lonely.

You regained your spot and placed your soft toy next to you on the table. Jungkook came along not long after. He placed the plate right before you with cutlery. You took the fork and looked up at him with hesitation again when he came back with a bottle of water and a glass.

“You want me to cut me to cut this into smaller pieces?” You nodded sheepishly and looked at his hands framing you.

“t’ank you,” you said softly as you took the fork from his hand.

Jungkook heated something up for himself after you went to sit back on your spot beside the coffee table to keep colouring.

When he was done, he walked in the living room to vacuum.

You hurried to gather every color pencil and sheets on the table knowing he would move the table to clean the carpet. You climbed up and kneeled on the couch waiting patiently for him to get done.

Jungkook turned the hoover on. He noticed your concern not to get in his way or do anything you thought might make him any more upset he was with you.

Cute.

You quietly reviewed your works, silently making up your mind on which was the best.

He piqued your interest right after he finished vacuuming, he had not put the table back but instead went to lie down.

“Come down here,” he suddenly blurted.

You frowned a little at him, confused and hesitant.

He looked up,“c’mere.”

You obeid and felt him getting closer right behind you.

“Show me what you got here…” He took some of the pieces of paper you were clinging onto.

Since he was not planning to put the table back, you thought you could go back to finishing your drawing and stretched out on your front.

Jungkook’s eyes moved sideways directly targeting your perky bum right in his field of vision and shamelessly stared at it.

“You’re still drawing some more?” he observed after positioning himself right by your side.

You nodded and offered a quick smile before looking back down.

He smiled back and lingered his eyes on you.

“you- you not… angwy anymo’e?” you wondered in a small, soft voice.

Jungkook bit his lower lip. He gently brushed your hair backward to take a look at the side of your face.

“I never was…” He trailed slowly. “I was just… upset you did not listen to me… I still am a bit?”

Your mouth turned upside down in a light pout and your hand stilled.

He shortened the space between you two, his warm breath tickling your ear. “... I know a way that could make me feel better.”

It was as if a light had been switched on inside you.

He was never angry, still a little disappointed in your behavior based on what he was saying but he still wanted you.

Now, that you knew it, it took off the guilt and fear and he had you putty in his hand in a split second.

His hand felt heavy as he caressed you down your spine, halting on the small of your back. Shivers followed his track and you found yourself leaning against his face.

“You game?”

He picked up again, smoothing his middle finger down the slit of your ass. You squeezed your fist around the pen you were holding and bit your lip in anticipation. His digits gradually pressed up as he put pressure on your covered clit.

He slowly began to draw small tight circles. You shut your eyes.

“Baby? M’not hearing you?”

He yanked open the bum flap of your onesie in one gesture, earning a soft yelp from you.

His palm flattened against your left cheek and he squeezed your skin. He pouted and cooed as he dragged his hand to your other cheek and slapped it without notice.

You clenched in response and tilted closer to the floor.

“Answer me.”

The small whine that escaped you did not satisfy him.

“I think I should make the most of our time alone to make… slight adjustments, hm?” he breathed in your ear and slapped you again, jolting you forward and drawing out a mewl from you.

“I love your cute little ass so much.”

He slaps you four more times.

“You want it baby?” He snickered as he hovered your body.

You felt him press his clothed hard cock against your stinging skin. “You want me to help me feel better? And ruin you? Ruin your fucking pussy?”

He sat back and dragged the tip of his fingers along the rose marks, soothing the throbbing. “Such a good girl… How did I get so lucky?” he wondered and right after the sound of your onesie seams getting torn off followed suit. “You’re fucking perfection.”

Your panties did not outlive his eagerness either. You were finally exposed to him and he could not look away from the beautiful sight of your tight little wet cunt all his. He twitched in his boxers and mindlessly took out his cock out.

“I’m so fucking lucky I get to ruin you.”

You whimpered when he began to rub his leaking tip along your wet slit, soaking himself which had you clenching reflexively. He felt thick and hard.

He watched his precum leak out right into your little hole and melting in your juices.

“Deep breath now, babygirl…” He hissed, thrusting the head of his cock against your swollen clit and eventually pushed his way inside. “Just the tip baby, just the head.” He quickly muttered when you whined.

He thrust in and out carefully a couple of times, enough to have you a little bit more relaxed.

The softness of you felt too enticing and soon he found himself yearning for more. He could not resist anymore and made you take him deeper than you anticipated.

You arched your hips and rolled your eyes at the delicious sting of his stretching. A smirk curved the corner of his lips.

“Fuck… You feel so incredible.” He bent over you and reached for your neck to crane your head back and whisper in your ear. “It hurts so good baby, right? I’m so hard inside you… so fucking hard... You’re so fucking adorable in your onesie… ”

“Wan’ me to pound your cunt, baby?” You helplessly whined when he bottomed out. “Holy shi’... Remember your pleases and thank yous, baby…”

“please…” you moaned pitifully, feeling your thighs trembling already.

He violently yanked your hair making you help, “didn’t catch that…” He slowed down and pulled out, leaving solely his thick head right at the edge of your sensitive lips.

You clenched so as to get him back in and tried to repeat yourself a little bit louder. You flinched when you felt him rubbing your sensitive clit.

“Does it feel torturous?” His voice dropped lower, “but you gotta admit... It makes you cum so much… Ah... shit... I love the way you grip on my cock, baby…” His breathing became labored and loud against your skin. “Uh...Oh! Fuck yeah, baby…” He groaned and thrust back firmly.

The slapping of your skin along with your mingled moaning were the only sounds in the apartment. His tips press around your throat and your nails creased the skin of his hand, pushing him to fuck you even harder.

His arm sneaked around your neck, “gonna choke you like a good slut…” His thrusts became overwhelming. “Who’s my good little whore? Hm?”

Your hands clung onto his thick arm as a way to ground you.

“I want you to say it… Say it baby girl… I fucking own you. You’re my sextoy baby… fuck- isn’t that right?” He groaned, aroused. “Uh… fucking take all of it.”

Slap!

Your whimpering and moaning increased a little more which had him chuckling, completely fucked out. He was already so close. He growled and pressed his hips against your abused ass, letting you cope with the stretching.

“Oh fuck baby, I can feel you tightening… You wanna come? Hm-hm? Beg for it- shit… I wanna hear you fucking bed...”

His hand crashed in a harsh slap against the supple skin of your butt.

“Not got enough…” The softness of his voice mismatched the strength he use to pin your arm when you tried to prevent him from slapping you again.

His rhythm picked up, his embrace tightened every time he would drag his body backward cutting your breath short and water your eyes. “Fuck… fine… you can cum with me…”

Your thighs trembled as you were finally granted your climax, the taut coil in your lower stomach unravelled when he cupped your skin there, pushing up and having the rest of your body shaking in powerful waves.

“That’s it babygirl… there you go, come for me… You wan me to fill your pussy up? Oh-” Jungkook ground deeper inside, not slowing his pace, squeezing your body into the rug, his muscular thighs and legs pinning yours strongly.

“Fuck…. Ah…” He breathed hard in your hair, thrusting your face in your drawings when he felt you squirting on his balls.

He dragged out his moans as his cock throbbed in hard pulses against your clenching sensitive walls and overstimulated you.

He continued rocking his hips, riding out his high while hot spurts kept being pumped out deeply inside you.

He eventually seemed to get a grip on himself but his grip around you did not loosen as if that now he had you back to him he did not want to let go — never would.

He breathed deeply out, “fuck me… No, no...” He freed your neck. “M’not pulling out just yet.”

Slap!

You keened.

“Wanna make sure every drop is nice and deep inside of you…” He brushed your hair back and lovingly kissed your cheek.

“Fuck… come back, come back, come back with me…”Jungkook whined securing your back against his chest as he both lead you down on the soft carpet. “This way I’m not gonna fall out… I’m happy in there.”

He spooned you so you would not have to support his weight.

He cradled your head in his arm and cupped your face with his other hand to look into your eyes. He closed the space between your faces and softly rubbed your nose with his before sealing your lips in a kiss.

“I love you baby girl.”

“i was good?” You mumbled while knuckling your eye.

He frowned down at you taken aback, “yes… yes, you did a very good job… Perfect as always.”

He kissed your face again. He swore again when his dick, still hard, slipped out of you.

“We need to wash ourselves…” He whispered as he looked down at your bodies. “I’ll go down on you in the shower… You can sit up on that ledge… You’d like that?” He looked back up and smiled at you. “You know I fucking love the taste of your pussy, sweetheart… You’ve got the sweetest pussy.”

He kissed your lips and lied down on his back and you turned around to rest your head on his chest.

“I need five more minutes of laying here though…”

You looked up and he felt you hovering his face behind his closed lids.

“M’not gonna fall asleep, I swear… You’ll still get your snooze time afterwards though...”

You smiled a little. “you- you still love me?”

“Of course, baby… still love you…” He cracked one eye open. “Just checking?”

You nodded sheepishly and lied back your head.

He chuckled lightly and hugged you to him as he turned over on his side. “You’re so fucking cute…”

Your voice got muffled against his skin.

“Hm? Carry you?” he repeated. “Yeah, can do that… still didn’t hear a please though…”

You cried out when he slapped you. He heard it this time around loud and clear.

“There you go… Poor baby,” he cooed when you whined.

“You just wanted a reason for me to spank you, hm?”

You slowly craned your head up and met his fucked out face, mouth hanging open and eyes half closed.

He could not look away from you, your innocent eyes as you clung onto him for dear life as if only him mattered. He felt himself falling deeper and deeper for you. How could you think he could possibly stop caring for you, feeling for you.

He pecked your forehead. “Arms around my neck. C’mere.”

next part : viii. lovers

1K notes · View notes